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shes4twnksinatrnchct · 1 month ago

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Hell of a Show

Jake Kiszka x fem oc

Fifteen years after resigning from Greta Van Fleet, for reasons undisclosed to the public, Coley Payne is asked by her former band members to tell her side of the story.

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Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, angst, verbal abuse, break-up

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The Beginning: Part V

COLEY: Neither of us really knew what the hell we were doing. There’s still some naivety at that age that, when you don’t know what to do, allows you to just do what makes you feel good.

So, I did.

2013

Holton stares at the blonde in front of him…his brows twitch with a slight of confusion, eyes searching hers for answers that he already knows, deep down, while he simultaneously grows somewhat tempered and stuttery as he scoffs out, “W-What?”

She’d come to his house to collect the small trove of her belongings that have gathered in the top drawer of his dresser, hoping he’d be gone to church with his mom, or in the shower, so she wouldn’t have to do this right now, despising that she almost feels inconvenienced by his grief when she should accept it and be as patient and understanding as she can be given the circumstances.

She repeats herself, “I can’t do this anymore.”

He had heard her correctly, the weight of her words soaking into him with a harsh bite to them despite her gentle tone.

“Do what?” He knows fully well what she’s referring to, cornering her to say exactly what she needs to, his jaw clenching with the grind of his teeth together as he watches her take in a deep breath and release it in an exhausted sigh.

“This, Holton. I don’t…” She rubs her forehead, swallowing the lump forming in her throat as her guilt manifests in watering eyes. “…I don’t…I don’t know.”

Sherri and Trace wait on his front porch for her little sister to retrieve her belongings—taking advantage of the fact that his bedroom window is opened just a crack to allow cooler air to get into the house that his mother insists feel like a sauna in the fall and winter.

They hear her boyfriend’s raised voice as he cuts out, “You don’t know? I don’t…Coley…th-this isn’t—you’re not making any sense.”

Trace winces at his words, eyeing his wife before he mumbles, “Just accept it, dude,” causing Sherri to glance at him pointedly. “What? It’s not like she’s communicating in sign language.”

“They’ve been together for a year. He’s probably panicking right now.” She whispers to him.

“Where is all this coming from?” Holton asks Coley, next, knowing deep down where it’s coming from but wanting her to admit it to him.

No verbal explanation is needed from her when her bottom lip quivers just a hair—blue eyes growing all the more cloudy.

Nodding, because he understands exactly what she’s not saying, he looks up at his ceiling with a scoff.

“Oh, my God, what did you do, Coley?” He asks her, almost laughing despite the anger that brews in him. “Sorry—no—I should ask, ‘what did you and Jake do?’”

Her sister and brother-in-law’s eyes meet, brows dropped and confusion etched on their faces as they subconsciously lean in closer to the window to make sure they’re hearing things correctly.

“…What did they do?” Trace whispers to her and she shrugs dramatically.

“I don’t know—Coley hasn’t told me anything.” She insists quietly.

Coley gathers the remorse she feels for hurting him, and the pain of having to confess she did something wrong, and packs it away to hide it under anger, retorting a dismissive, “I’m not doing this with you right now, Holton.”

“Of course not!” He raises his voice. “You did all you wanted with me the other night and now you’re on to the next!”

Trace elbows Sherri gently, and she shrugs once again, being just as out of the loop as he is because her sister has clearly not been confiding in her lately—not as much as she has in the past—all due to the humiliating nature of her sins, and the simple fact that she does know better but just hasn’t done better.

Coley ignores Holton, grabbing the small slew of her belongings—hair ties, a couple pieces of jewelry, and half of a neon pink two-piece swimsuit—she steps to his bedroom door.

“So, what, Coley, you fucked me, and now you’re riding off into the sunset with him?” Holton pipes next, stoking for a reaction as she leaves his room, her sister’s hand shooting out to grab her husband’s in shock.

“Do we go in?” Trace whispers, not liking the harshness of Holton’s voice to the girl who’s like a little sister to him, and Sherri shakes her head while Trace carries on nearly incoherently as he follows after Coley.

“This wasn’t my plan, Holton.” Coley states before she can get to the front door, shaking her head as she looks up at him. “I still love you, I'm just not in-love with you. And sometimes that can’t be explained—it just…” She struggles to put it into words, the complication of it all, not wanting to hurt him but not wanting to tolerate being hurt, herself, just to spare his feelings.

She thinks of Jake’s words that he spoke to her, the same words that have been firing off in her head repeatedly throughout her internal battle of trying to free herself from the mental anguish loving two people has inflicted upon her.

“…Feelings change, and things happen, and avoiding it doesn’t make any of it less real.” Coley says to him, praying that he understands where she’s coming from.

She never meant for any of this to happen, but it’s something she can no longer pretend isn’t happening.

It’s unfair for her to continue on with him as if nothing greater exists between her and Jake.

Holton nearly gawks at her words, how dismissive they come across despite the falter in her voice, the small sniffle of her nose, and the shine of tears in her waterline.

“Did you cheat on me, Coley? Because that isn’t something that just ‘happens’.” He bitterly spits it out at her.

Again, Coley doesn’t answer him—not immediately, at least.

Sherri and Trace wait on the front porch with just as much dread as Holton, the red-head’s heart pounding in his chest while he readies himself for the girl he loves to confirm or deny what he’s suspected for months, now…

Her sister is holding her breath, the silence already confirming what even she fears, as her little sister defeatedly voices to him, “I wanted to tell you.”

Sherri’s heart plummets to her stomach with the weight of disappointment as she sighs out under her breath, “Damnit, Coley,” while Holton can hear his heart hammering in his ears with the rise of his blood pressure.

Coley has spoken it as evenly as she can given the crowded feeling in her throat, and he pinches his brows together as she adds, “Friday night at Lindsey’s, when we were together, I was trying to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” He demands, nostrils flaring as he hisses out, next, “That you screwed our bandmate and then turned around and screwed me?”

“No.” She doesn’t waste any time in putting that fear to rest, honestly assuring him with a shake of her head. “We just kissed.”

To say he feels foolish is a complete understatement.

“Well…” He sighs with faux relief, throwing his hands up. “…As long as it was just a kiss, I mean, I guess that doesn’t even count as cheating!”

“Holton—”

“—And I knew it. I fucking knew it. And I told you I knew it. And you made me feel fucking crazy, Coley, you made me feel crazy for ever thinking that anything could happen with you and him.” He throws at her with the point of his finger as he sneers it out. “I trusted you. I trusted you. And you just—with him?”

With him? It’s spoken so venomously, as if Jake’s some vicious monster she’s stupid enough to fall for.

Her weepy demeanor shifts to that of stern defense, refusing to allow Holton to drag Jake into this any further than merely being the one she cheated with.

“Don’t do that.” She tells him. “You have every right to be angry at him for what we’ve done to you, but you don’t get to pretend like Jake is the bad guy just because he’s been, to me, exactly what you’ve refused to be.”

“I can’t help that what I do is not good enough for you!” He outbursts, and she stares at him as if he truly is so blind.

“What do you do, Holton? Aside from constantly asking me to lie to my friends, and then outright tell me you’re not showing up for me?”

“I told you I was sorry and that it wouldn’t happen again—”

“—And you say it every time, Holton! But then do it again! And again! And I defend you like an idiot again, and again!”

“You don’t defend me!” He barks as she immediately shouts back, “Yes, I do! You would know that I do if you would just—”

“--So, it’s my fault you can’t keep your fucking legs closed to our guitarist?!”

“We did not sleep together—”

“--God, it all makes sense now!” He laughs once more. “No wonder he was so adamant about you being in the band!”

Horror expresses itself on her face…

“You thought he wanted you in the band because you’re actually good at playing?” Holton presses on, hoping his words hurt her as much as she’s hurt him. “Coley, you’re good at laying on your back.”

Sherri reaches for the door knob but Trace stops her, grabbing her hand as he states, “Coley, c’mon,” despite having to keep from going in there, himself.

A police officer punching a minor in the face wouldn’t be a good look.

A tear of frustration and the conglomerate of emotions overtaking her breaks over her lashes, to Holton’s bewilderment. “You cheated on me, and you’re the one crying?”

She wants to argue even further, to try to justify all of this, but she knows she can’t.

“Coley.” Trace says again, more sternly this time.

She’s told Holton the truth, however the way he twists it in his head to make her a villain isn’t in her control.

She finally concludes this last effort to end amicably with a tired, “I’m sorry, Holton,” before she opens the door and leaves him.

“I told you guys to stay in the car.” Coley mumbles to Sherri and Trace as she gets outside and starts walking to the car.

“Does he always talk to you like that?” Trace ignores her question, demanding an answer with his tone.

“No, Trace, he doesn’t. He’s just angry and has every right to be.” Coley mutters, wiping at her eyes.

“I don’t give a shit how pissed someone gets—they shouldn’t talk like that to you.” He argues, and she doesn’t have the energy to continue going on with him.

Once they’re inside and buckled, the car’s cranked, and Sherri tries to think of a way to press the matter of Coley and Jake, feeling tension running high in the car as the three of them are all soaking in rage—well, two of them, are—her little sister is simply mortified and now questioning her position in the band given Holton’s hurtful accusation of Jake only wanting her to be included just to hook up with her.

“…Coley…” Is all it takes from Sherri’s mouth for the blonde in the backseat to sigh out and place a palm to her forehead.

“Let’s just talk about it later, Sher.” Trace says quietly, earning a scalding look from the honey haired beauty to his right who ignores his suggestion and inquires, “What was that all about, Coley?”

Her breathing outright pauses momentarily, dreading a further confession to her sister, but Sherri very well knows the gist of what’s happened since she’d overheard it loud and clear.

“I kissed Jake Thursday night, and last night.” She speaks it in a push of her breath—although she didn’t say anything to Holton about last night—sounding borderline nonchalant despite the chagrin that roots itself in her chest.

Her sister blinks, neutrally offering, “Okay…” leaving Coley with enough leeway to add, “…And me and Holton had sex Friday night.”

“Damn.” It slips from Trace in a mere mumble before he can stop it, quickly saying, “Sorry,” when his wife glares at him.

“Well, I thought sleeping with him would change things but…it just made me realize how much I don’t want to be with him.” Coley explains to Sherri. “But me and Jake haven’t really talked about it.”

It’s now that a silence befalls the car entirely.

She’s only being truthful.

In fact, she and Jake haven’t spoken at all today despite what occurred the night prior at White’s.

They’d quickly darted apart when they realized Josh, Danny, and Sam had practically made a u-turn in the bathroom being that they walked in on a man snorting coke off the back of one of the toilets.

Their bandmates had seen them, Josh having not bothered to hide his abrupt, “Oh!” upon seeing his twin brother and Coley entangled so passionately, while Sam was relieved that he wouldn’t be keeping the dark secret of Coley’s infidelity indefinitely.

Of course the natural yapper harassed them with questions, following on their heels as they all quickly headed to pack up their belongings—the boys deciding on pissing in the parking lot despite the fact the women’s room was available—and, finally, Jake had turned and quietly snapped out, “We’ll talk about it later, Josh. Don’t say a word in front of mom and dad or Tammy,” because the last thing Jake and Coley wanted to deal with at that time was the same bout of questioning (bordering interrogation) from their parents.

They packed up their things, dropped it all off in the Kiszkas’ garage, again, and then Coley and Jake didn’t really have time to talk about it—and neither of them dared to bring it up over text.

“I think you guys should maybe lay low for a little bit and let things kinda wind down with Holton.” Sherri offers to her, unprovoked, in true older-sister fashion. “Obviously the family should know if you guys decide to be together, but I wouldn’t tell friends or people at school just yet.”

Coley agrees with a nod to herself, not wanting to hurt Holton anymore by suddenly going public with Jake so soon—not to mention it would be obvious that something occurred for her to break up with him, then move on so quickly.

“You guys don’t think I’m crazy for this, do you?” She asks them, next, and the couple mutually keep their mouths shut…

~ • ~

“…Absolutely batshit.” Josh states, prompting his twin brother to sigh.

Josh stands over him in the living room, watching Jake re-string his guitar on the coffee table whilst their parents sit on the back porch with their coffee, as Josh continues on, “What if you guys split? Then what? Does she leave the band? Do we replace her? Do we carry on just the four of us? Or does she stay? And if she does stay, are you guys gonna be okay with that? Or be like Lindsay and Stevie and drag each other over coals each chance you get?”

“Josh, I don’t know. We’re not even together…not really.” Jake says, not even bothering to look up at him.

The curly-haired boy merely blinks at him.

“You can’t wreck a relationship and then not be with the girl you wrecked it for. What fucking sense does that make?” Josh pipes, next.

“The relationship was already wrecked, Josh.” He retorts.

“Right, whatever helps you accept being the other woman.” Josh says with a scoff, finally pulling Jake’s eyes to his.

“Josh, I already feel bad enough about it, alright?”

“…Do you? Really?” He doesn’t sound convinced, raising a brow while Jake sighs, standing up, and quickly states, “Yes, I do. Holton’s an ass but he was my friend at one point—and Coley really does care about him, so neither of us are jumping with joy over this,” while he steps to grab his next strings from the kitchen counter.

“Well…what now?” Josh frowns as he says it, trying to understand the method to his brother’s madness.

Usually it’s him making the impulsive, seemingly stupid decisions…he’s not exactly sure how to handle watching Jake be the outright idiot, although the situation doesn’t necessarily take him by surprise.

They’ve all seen little glimmers here and there between Jake and Coley.

In fact, people were more taken aback when she started dating Holton in the first place, just having it in their minds that she and Jake would naturally gravitate toward one another bit by bit the older they got.

Them being together isn’t what’s shocking.

The circumstances in which they’ve been together is what’s startling.

And so, the question is still unanswered: What now?

It’s a simple question that Jake struggles to answer.

Josh can see the indecisive look on his face, not knowing if he even heard it ask it while he concentrates on lining the strings up along the neck of his guitar as he tries to prompt Jake to answer him with a hesitant, “Is she gonna leave him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is she even gonna tell him about you guys?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you know?”

It’s flat and sarcastic coming from Josh who just wants answers instead of his brother's lack of knowledge pertaining to the mess he helped to make—the mess that’s been in the making for years, now.

A mess that only Jake and Coley could characteristically make, in all honesty.

Regardless of his tone, Jake thinks about the question posed to him for only a second.

One thing in all of this that he’s absolutely certain of:

“That I love her, and I just want her to be happy.”

“As long as it’s with you, right?” Josh can’t help but call him out on his bullshit, knowing his brother hasn’t spent years pining to almost get his dream girl just to let her go with anybody else.

“She can be with whoever she wants to be with.”

It sounds so sincere, Jake almost believes himself when he says it.

JAKE: There was bullshit Holton started about how it was all an elaborate plan that consisted of me asking her to be in the band to get closer with her, and firing him to get him out of my way…but there was so little thought put into us being together because we didn’t even really have to think about it. It just happened so naturally that I can’t even tell you when we officially got together.

There was just some time after all of that happened that we blinked once, and then were inseparable, just instantaneously.

@edgingthedarkness, @zooweemama555 , @lizzys-sunflower, @hollyco

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geddy-leesbian · 4 months ago

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May I ask any headcanons you have about Luis's family?

OF COURSE YOU CAN ASK I WILL ANSWER ANYTHING ABOUT LUIS!!

I went into his family a little bit in the most recent chapter of my main ongoing fic, but I'll get more in depth here.

The Navarro family historically were fishermen, but Luis's grandfather, Alsen, was a black sheep who preferred hunting on dry land, very rarely fishing. His wife, Luis's grandmother, died before Luis was born. (I haven't thought about her that deeply yet, surprisingly.) They had one daughter, Juliana.

Overall Juliana was a nice, likeable girl, although a bit of an outcast because the walk between the Navarro home and the main village square was difficult enough to stop her from socializing with the other villagers frequently. She would walk there once a week for church, and because she was musically gifted she'd play piano or guitar in church. She was a bit of a hopeless romantic too, always hoping someone would make a move on her, but being too shy to try making the first move herself.

Mingo was a real Messy Bitch™ who didn't care for religion or social norms whatsoever, sleeping around with any woman he could successfully charm. Eventually he had his eyes set on Juliana. Alsen knew his reputation and warned Juliana to stay away from him because he'd break her heart, but she couldn't resist. He went through the trouble of hiking to the Navarro home at night to visit her in secret, and that was enough effort to really sweep her off her feet. Sometimes he'd talk about hating Valdelobos and how one day he was going to run away to a big city and do great things, and that vision also appealed to her.

Eventually she gets pregnant. She's excited, Alsen is furious. He gets into a screaming match with Mingo, demanding he marry Juliana before she has the baby. (And the anger is very out of character, Alsen is a very cool and collected man who almost never even raised his voice. It's just matters concerning his daughter, and Luis in some of my AU's, that would upset him deeply enough he'd lose his temper in an argument.) Mingo, allergic to commitment and not at all family oriented, fucks off and leaves the village, making promises to come back which he had no intention of keeping. It was quite scandalous, Juliana being pregnant out of wedlock in such a religious place, and she became even more of an outcast than she was prior. But she was still excited about having a baby, and believed the empty promises. Alsen knew Mingo was full of shit and would never come back, but still loved Juliana more than anything and looked forward to becoming a grandfather. He talked to Mingo's family, hoping they might take some interest in the child that would share their blood and give Juliana more of a support net, but they were entirely unsympathetic. They'd all but disowned Mingo themselves due to his embarrassing behavior, and didn't feel responsible for his child.

Juliana lived long enough to name Luis, and make Alsen promise to raise him and not poison him against his father, still believing that one day Mingo would come back and want a relationship with his child and fearing Alsen would try to get in the way of that, telling Luis he was a bad person that abandoned him and his mother. Which she was right about, Alsen hated the man, but he also loved his daughter enough to keep the promise. He had nothing nice to say about him, so he just refused to tell Luis anything about his father, technically keeping the promise.

Raising Luis would have been really hard at first too. Being socially ostracized meant the village's new mothers who may have agreed to nurse an orphan under different circumstances would have been hesitant to nurse Luis specifically, and formula wouldn't be an option in Valdelobos, so Alsen would have had to turn to poor substitutes like goat's milk. Baby Luis didn't thrive, there were a lot of moments where Alsen wasn't sure if he'd make it, but he pulled through and was very healthy by the time he was a toddler.

Luis looks a lot like his mom.

I also HC that Luis's jacket originally belonged to his mother. The fit/cut of it just strikes me as more feminine, and I like the thought of Luis having a connection like that to his family.

Alsen did his best to educate Luis himself, trying to give him a decent foundation for when he eventually grew up enough to leave the village and go to university. Of course it wasn't even close to the type of formal education Luis would have received outside of Valdelobos, but it at least instilled a love of learning into Luis so he was motivated to educate himself after his grandfather's death.

#luis serra #luis serra navarro #headcanons #all these luis hc asks are feeding me brain worms so happy

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sasster · 11 months ago

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Damage Control

Uhm, lol. [doc]

Without Marrie’s arm there is no way he can just pop into Nymira’s dreams and make this all go away, a tactic he’d employed in the past as, what he could call, a last ditch effort to keep his sister from fretting the little things. Were his father a less stubborn man, this would have all already become a figment of the godlings imagination.

Cylion tries the door again, hopeful that her inherited stubbornness is through running its course.

Still locked.

He lets out a long suffering sigh. For a moment, he can feel the anger start to bubble up along his finger tips. A deep breath quells those nerves just as quickly.

“Nymira,” his voice is remarkably steady for someone staving off a healthy dose of frustration. “He didn’t mean to. You know father’s mind is not always with him.”

There is a movement on the other side of the door, then a small, pained noise that accompanies a muffled cry. A part of Cylion aches, the realization that he will not be her comfort piece this time washing over him. “He cannot always control his impulses the way we can.”

“He hurt someone! He hurt my friend.”

Alright, well, there’s no contesting that it was a friend, but the prophet finds it hard to wrap his head around the autonomy of that friend. Favion ripped the arm off of a doll. Isn’t that something that could be repaired with some hot glue and a little bit of elbow grease?

He grits his teeth.

“Well, why was she in his room?” Because he dragged her in there.

“I don’t know!”

“Could it be that he was defending himself?” Who would attack him?

“Marrie wouldn’t do that!”

Nymira chokes back a sob that tells him that she will not be responding to anymore prodding. It’s not like he had any ground to stand on, either. The Roatus girl is as kind and delicate as they come, a real product of the Restorer’s hands. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a hulk she found in the basement.

Why didn’t she just leave the way she came?

He sighs again.

”Nymira, please talk to me.”

She does not respond.

He lingers by her room for a bit, in the event that she was only chewing whatever response she’d been forming, but she says nothing. Maybe, and he only thinks this might be the case for a second, this is all just an elaborate nightmare crafted specifically for him to convince him once and for all that he is not fully prepared for the responsibility of running a church.

Best not to dwell, Cylion decides.

Chewing on his lip, he fights the urge to pound on her door and raise his voice.

That would only scare her.

He instead makes the decision to carry on back to his bedroom, a more appropriate setting for any untoward temper tantrums. Of course, he could never let that temper boil over in front of his following like that. He never did in the past, at least. His strides to his room quicken as though driven by the fear of that potentiality. He can’t stand the idea of prying eyes likening him to his father.

It could never happen.

As soon as he makes it into the kitchen that he shares with Somnia, he is met with a smug grin plastered on his younger brother's face.

“So?”

”So?” He shoots back, and it is sharp, all of the irritation of the last handful of days rolling off of him the moment the door shuts behind him. “What do you mean ‘so’? She’s being unreasonable. There is no ‘so’.”

Somnia pushes himself away from the island and raises both hands, but it is clear that he is at least partially amused by the little control the prophet has over the situation. “So,” he repeats, slowly. “What are you going to do?”

Cylion pulls up a seat and sucks at his teeth, the options he’d been left with running through his mind.

“Desperate times, I guess.”

—

They call for desperate measures. Later that day, with the sun in the middle of its crawl along the sky, the oneirocritic finds himself still seated at the island, the tapping of his nails across its surface the only sound filling the space.

It is a shame that she would force his hand like this, really.

He thinks she must have been asleep for hours at this point, a fitful rest that on a normal day would have ended with her climbing into his bed for comfort, but he spent those hours grasping at other ways to help her to see reason.

At a certain point he'd felt so desperate, he even entertained the thought of having the Roatus girl come back and coax her out, but after reconsidering Archie's recent solo visit, it seemed like a horrendous idea.

And having their father come upstairs? He is not particularly tactful, no matter how much Nymira loves him.

There really is no other way to get through to her. A little scare should set her straight.

Cylion closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Nothing too crazy, just a nudge out of the room.

When he reopens his eyes he is no longer in the kitchen, instead a perfect recreation of his sister's bedroom unfolds before him. Having been in her dreams and recreating this room so many times, it comes second nature to him. There is not a single missing detail.

Well, there are two.

The arm, of course, and Little Friend. Just some incentive to have her explore the rest of the setting he crafted.

Although he is usually thrilled to admire his own craftsmanship, he elects not to appear in the dream and view it as an unseen observer. He is much more eager to see this frustrating chapter of his life come to an end.

Nymira “wakes” with a start, throwing her blankets off and onto the floor before she even has her eyes fully open. Frantic hands search for the arm she must have fallen asleep cuddling. When she doesn't find it in her bed, she drops to her hands and knees onto the floor with her cheek pressed into it so she can check underneath it.

Nothing again, obviously.

The girl moves quickly, drifting to her desk space to make a mess of the area looking either for it or Little Friend.

“It happened, it happened,” she mumbles at the end of her futile attempt like it's a mantra. Tears are already stinging her eyes. “Did he take them?”

Of course the key he was given to her bedroom has gone unused the entire time that he's been in charge. There are more efficient ways to get her out of the room, ones that don't threaten the trust she has placed in her older brother.

Her face twists and, instead of fear or confusion, something close to anger alters her features. She raises a hand to chew her anxious thoughts into a knuckle.

Anger is unexpected, but easy enough to navigate around.

When she throws open the door to an empty hallway, no Cylion, no Somnia, no followers, her expression drops. At the same time, Cylion realizes that his sister has never had any real experiences being alone.

Perhaps the daymare could have revolved around that, but ah, he already put so much work into what comes next. He is unpracticed in the art of killing your darlings.

Fear, now rolling off of her and minutely shifting the landscape of her dream, and Cylion's own drifting thoughts put Nymira into sort of autopilot, and before he knows it she is standing at the recreation of the island in his and Somnia's shared kitchen. Completely abandoned, and if squinted not fully rendered, save for the lone wooden figure that sits on it.

As soon as she spots Little Friend she urgently scoops it up.

“Are you okay?” She asks it and Cylion has it nod it’s head vigorously and hug her face.

He suppresses the urge to roll his eyes in the world, an action that he knows would no doubt evict him from his work much too soon.

She really would be lost without that thing. What will she do wen she realizes that their friendship with the Roatus line might take it permanently, he wonders and then tucks it away should she need another helpful nudge.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” She asks as if it could answer. “Where is everyone? Did you see Marrie's arm?”

It doesn't respond, of course it doesn't, but instead cups her face between it's hands and adopts a look of determination, then it points one of those stupid useless hands in the direction Cylion needs her to go.

In an unexpected moment of clarity, the gears in her head get to work instantly. She makes quick work of the game of charades.

“Father?”

The doll nods, and she wastes no time continuing on her hunt for Marrie's arm, Cylion shortens the trip to the basement for her. She is there in seconds, she thinks nothing of it.

When she arrives at the marred door to her fathers room, she opens it delicately and does her very best to put on a brave face.

It's admirable.

“Father, I would like Marrie's arm back. But, I am still not speaking to you.”

What she finds upon entering is anything but what she expects, and honestly Cylion can admit that it might be a little much. But when are daymares ever rational?

She sees Archie standing over her father, facing her, buggy eyes all but popping out of his eyes as the use of his powers pulses through them.

A more detailed observer would be keen to note that Arkiro Roatus has never looked as serious as he does right now, glaring down at the felled hulk, clothes and face covered in yellow blood.

Nymira covers her mouth as the scene slots itself in her mind and begins to unravel.

Then he looks up at her and grins before bringing the bat he held, does he even use a bat, down hard on Favions's face with a sickening crunch.

Nymira yells, of course she does, the dream very quickly becoming too much for her to cope with.

She screams herself awake and leaves Cylion stunned, sitting alone at the island in his kitchen.

#coko writes sometimes #long post #cylion #and now for something plot relevant

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saltyluminaryvoid · 2 years ago

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His Saving Grace

Chapter Two

1114 Klaus x future daughter reader

I recommend re-reading chapter one as I made some major changes. I know I promised this update two years ago, but university got in my way and when I came back to these old stories a lot of re-vamping took place.

Masterlist

The year is 2030, Y/N the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. A powerful young witch which threatens the survival of Malivore. In retaliation Malivore unleashes a time fay to return to the past and kill Klaus to ensure his survival.Y/N is Hope’s younger twin, now that no one remembers who she is the job is left to y/n to stop Malivore.

“You still live in the silences between my thoughts.”

Y/N resisted the urge to sign impatiently as the crowds around her soared and rejoiced as the pastor preached. The loud voices screaming into her sensitive ears, highly agitating her short temperament. Y/N hated church, she was by no means an atheist but she was a witch and a woman living in a time where she could be hanged for simply defying authority. So with that in mind Y/N had begrudgingly entertained Alaric, to keep up the role as godly saints whom attended church every Sunday.

For the past weeks tempers were high within the household, Alaric and Davina could only watch as she battled silently with her demons. Putting up a saintly farce everyday in the village as boys swarmed for her hand in marriage and village girls scowled jealousy. As someone who was influenced by the strong women in her life, to always be true to ones self and to never shape shift into society's ideal, the pretense (and the besotted men) were killing her. Alaric was getting far too accustomed in his daily ritual of turning away marriage proposals from haughty mothers and corpse like men.

Pulling her away from her thoughts was the strain of her far too tightly, bonded corset. Thank the old gods she was from a thousand years into the future. Now Y/N realized why her Aunt Rebekah mostly if not always bit the heads off every man she met. If I had to suffer almost seven hundred years in such a tightly wounded corset which restricted most movements I would have done the same Y/N thought impatiently. As the preacher vivaciously expelled the devil with the crowd, Y/N reaching a breaking point silently casting a notice me not charm and made her way to the exit, silently huffing as she straightened her ankle length, grey dress which carried a turtleneck-like neckline. She wore a pristine, white shirt underneath whose sleeves puffed loosely around her arms but knotted tightly below her elbows. On top of her grey dress carried a loose brown corset of sorts held together by a length of ribbon criss-crossed. This corset did not converge in the middle, rather it showcased about five inches of the grey vertical striped pattern upon the bust and midriff as to emphasise her figure. Stitched upon her grey skirt was a length of brown which stopped at least six inches above her grey ankle length skirt, but it was gauged elegantly upon her right thigh allowing an elegant stylish slide flow. After all she was her Aunt’s niece and secretly she hoped it pissed off the conservatives in the crowd. Oh yeah! that speech about playing the part was not translating so well into her everyday life.

Finally reaching a safe distance, out of sight from zealous fanatics just upon the edge of the forest, she dropped the spell. Huffing a sigh of relief all Y/N now needed was a pack of cigarettes or some weed to make 1114 much more bearable.

“That’s quite the trick you pulled back there, little strega.” Now that snapped Y/N from her inner thoughts. Spinning around in a quite unlady like fashion, for this period at least, more than ready to confront the intruder. Only to be left dumbfounded to the stranger standing before her. But with a practiced ease which came from years of sneaking out and around the Salvatore Boarding School, Y/N layered on her oh so innocent Mikaelson charm. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?, I have to say I’m not aware of that particular term!” Lies, her mind rang out. Play cool, Y/N thought, talk him up just to get close enough and wipe his memory. Now that particular trick was her favourite. The stranger smirked coyly at her, “I think you know exactly what I mean, liten heks.” Y/N paced herself now, he knew old norse. Whomever this stranger was, he was clearly quite wealthy at that judging by his smooth velvet and silks in comparison to her simple cotton dress. Now she had to thread carefully, wealth clearly meant high influence and political sway in a community as small as this one. And that meant possible exposure, this man was a threat, Y/N deemed carefully.

“Now, now liten heks, the stranger went on, I mean yours truly none harm.” My heart is void of ill contempt and malevolence for one with such great power and beauty. As he spoke he drew closer towards her, his face now completely unobstructed from the mist of the early morning. Y/N exhaled softly, the stranger a man’s whose face see had seen everyday in her New Orleans home, a demon who hunted her from birth, Finn Mikaelson. But if he was standing before her, that meant the brotherhood had not yet daggered the Mikaelsons. This younger and less vengeful ghost was still a threat to her but quite possibly an accomplice. The fae had yet to reveal itself it was either supplementing its diet with animals or news of children going missing had been covered up.

The fae according to the texts preferred a warm tropical climate, for if their wings were exposed to cold they would simply fall apart. A fae’s lifeline was linked to her wings, losing them could kill the fae but iron to the heart worked just as well. All in all, the upcoming winter was now days away and left no time for procrastination which meant Y/N directly disobeying Alaric to seek the creature out herself. A venture she had no luck in, the fae who boasted of powerful magics was able to cleverly keep herself hidden.

“Not one for much words I see.” Finn Mikaelson was now standing toe to toe with her. That’s quite alright, he continue as he played with a stray curl. Y/n flinched away slightly as he stared into her eyes, carefully examining the details of her face. “If I didn’t know better, I could have mistaken you for my Freya.” Finn whispered as he continued to tug upon her curl. It was low and if not for her keen hearing it would have been swept to the winds. Y/N kept her head high and passive, thinking to herself how much of a leering creep her elder uncle was becoming. Quite unlike all accounts of the uptight, wet blanket her uncle Kol always described. As his hand came up to caress her face, Y/N instinctively jumped back, conjuring fire within her palm which she kept safely tucked behind her. Finn only smiled sheepishly, “I seemed to have forgotten my manners, in the presence of a young lady.” I deeply apologise, I do not know what came over me, my lady.

Y/n relaxed slightly and utterly confused as the man introduced himself. As he began to speak on what not, Y/N could only stare at his face in a daze. It would take her some time to sort herself out, only to realize he had disappeared only to leave behind a simple envelope in her hand. Y/N thought back to the genuinely baffled daze Finn fell into as she made her way into town. To onlookers her face was almost dreamy, as if paying much more attention to the envelope she twirled in her hands rather than her path. But rather Y/N was silently contemplating the latent abilities of the fae and just how she could manipulate Finn into helping her.The fae a creature in the future known for its deceitful ways but that though made her wonder just how much accurate Alaric’s information truly was. It was done before, the supernatural popularized lies like silver bullets and garlic to throw suspicion off of them so what if the same was done with the fae? As Y/N ventured into the town’s market lost in her thoughts many eyes followed her, women and young girls gossiped of her weird behaviours and wayward thinking.

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Bloody hell, Y/N thought to herself. Now while the young witch prided herself on being a fashionista, dresses were her absolute nightmare, well behind her murderous grandparents and malivore of course. I do have my priorities in order, thank you very much.

Somehow Davina had managed to convince the stubbornest Mikaelson into another deathtrap these humans called corsets. Y/N huffed, begrudgingly following her “parents” out of their temporary home. While she was ecstatic to receive the dinner invite to the Mikaelson home hours prior from Finn which came in the form of the mysterious envelope he left behind, she still heavily detested that damn corset suffocating her. There was just no space to hide her knives!, What’s a girl in multiple skirts and a stuffy attire supposed to do to defend herself when all her knives were confiscated on this occasion.

But nevertheless Y/N compiled it only to see her family again while also plotting to defy Alaric once again on his no knives at the dinner table rule. I mean, its not really a family reunion if someone didn’t have a devious plan in the works.

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Servants scattered frantically to the sides, keeping their heads bowed as the feared Mikaelson hybrid descended the grand staircase stepping onto the foyer. Holding an impassive mask, Niklaus surveyed the immediate area ensuring the preparations to his liking. Stepping to the right of the grand foyer Niklaus strolled into the grand sitting room which doubled as a music room, the soft notes of the harp eased his twirling mind.

Taking a seat on a velvet cushioned armchair, with hands clasped elbows resting on his knees and eyes closed Niklaus thought back to the hauntingly familiar pup no he corrected himself, child. Days had passed since their first encounter and thoughts of the child haunted him. In the strangest of ways he craved her presence, but not in a way a lover does. But this vastly unfamiliar pull deep inside him yearning and pushing his self control. But if Niklaus didn’t know any better he would have called it fatherly love and as unbelievably usurp that idea sounded in his head, he couldn’t help but let his mind linger on the possibility. Barr the facial similarities and attitudes that crossed with his, perhaps it was her life that resonated with him he knew all too well the struggles of an abused orphan.

Just maybe when he meet her today, try not to give away how he always crept away at night to watch over her. By the old gods, what would Elijah think of his stalker like behaviour. If his enemies only knew of this attachment, if he only knew. Niklaus sat and wondered of the possibilities, so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed his guests arrival.

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Dinner surprisingly went smoothly, Klaus was utterly entertained by the ideas and thoughts of the young woman before him. Her guardian agitated him deeply with his distrustful glances and cold demeanor.

Y/N on the other hand was on edge for an entirely different reason. As much as she wished to truly enjoy the rare company of her family, she could not help but be worried about the whereabouts of Finn. Given the strange behaviour she witnessed earlier from him and his sudden disappearance she could not help but ponder the worst, especially given the current circumstances. It could be entirely possible Finn had aligned himself with the fae in order to rid himself of Klaus and the others. As far as she recalled, Finn had never been too particularly fond of the vampiric lifestyle and it is certainly within his motives to fix the balance of nature and forever end the vampire lines.

The rest of the night in the company of the Mikaelsons continued smoothly, with the exception of Kol getting a little too drunk and flirting with Davina. Y/N was able to enjoy the company of her lively Aunt. Soon came the peak of the full moon and the makeshift family slipped away to trap the fae. As Davina gathered the necessary ingredients for a binding ritual and Alaric his iron weapons, Y/N shared her suspicions of Finn and him possibly knowing her true identity. Both had agreed that Finn would be a potential suspect in aiding and plotting with the fae to get rid of the Vampire Sire line, him included. With caution in mind, the trio made their way towards the woods where Y/N last spoke to Finn. Since, Finn was most likely aligned with fae, the two would track him using Y/N’s blood, a plan which quickly came to a stop when the magic revealed the family together in their manor.

Relief didn’t last as the winds picked up around the trio and both Y/N and Davina picked up the excited whispers of dead witches. The brotherhood so it seemed had finally succeeded in crafting the daggers it was only a matter of time before they used it. Huh, maybe it was her paranoia seeping in earlier and Finn was just too ashamed of his earlier behaviour to make an appearance at dinner.

@physically-a-cheesecake

@goldencassy

@sujusfs14499

@alyssatjuhhh

#the originals #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #Kol mikaelson #finn mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #hope mikaelson #hayley marshall #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x daughter reader #oc mikaelson #the vampire diaries #Legacies #alaric saltzman #davina claire #freya mikaelson

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 5 months ago

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Some information that could be useful to you! IRL, Walt viewed his characters as characters. He was very serious about getting their personalities right, without contradiction, and if something was out of character he wouldn't let them go through with it.

If you want to write his characters as his children, you might want to refer to how he was to his IRL children, and then write it as if one of his children also happened to be a child star. He was private about his family life because he wanted to keep them out of the press, and he loved his children very much. This might lead to a distinction between Mickey's time on screen as a stage star, and Mickey's home life. Walt would try very hard to keep his kids out of drama, even if he came across as pushy!

By the way, Walt would definitely visit Oswald from time to time. Just because Oswald's working under someone else's contract doesn't mean that he can't see his son.

Well that's how I exactly write them now you don't see the other side of the others being forced through things that they really didn't want to do Donald was the one forced into World War II Goofy his wife didn't want their son Max being on screen so young the Walt still pushed it Mickey's shorts in comparison to the others was actually very little

And wildly enough Donald Duck actually eclipsed Mickey's popularity at one point in time Donald would carry the shorts until 1961 the last original Mickey Mouse short was in 1953

So this would line up with Walt keeping Mickey out of the spotlight more and more as the years went on especially as he adopted him officially in 1950 in my worlds making him Michael Elias Mouse Disney

Walt took him and his daughters to church on Sundays took him back to the hometown Lillian saw him as her son.

Also it wasn't Walt's decision not to see Oswald, Mintz in my world had an immediate restraining order on Walt to keep him away from Oswald,

Walt knew his beloved child was being abused but he never had hard evidence to prove it because he couldn't get close enough. However he always told Mickey about his elder brother Mickey grew up knowing Oswald from afar

That's why in 2007 when the opportunity to strike came he did

You guys haven't been able to see the entire world's I've been developing because I'm still in the middle of developing them I don't produce a fanfic unless I know 100% I can complete it but trust me I have dozens of fanfics in my Google Documents

I know and have developed over the last 8 months my own characterizations I have watched short after short documentary after documentary to the point I can't name specific ones interview after interview

I know a lot this isn't to say I can't learn more however I do know about Sharon and Diane the latter of whom was adopted and one daughter would go on to have seven kids and the other one would have three for a total of 10 grandchildren

I know that Lillian Disney did not like to be in the social life of Hollywood and that Walt was a very private man had a bit of a temper but was a kind soul who loved his family dearly and like you said tried to keep them out of the drama

In fact that's what led Mickey to be a bit naive in 1966 when Walt came down with cancer and everybody thought he was going to make it Walt made a decision to tell Mickey about his inheritance I have a scene I have written and I will even include here that shows you how I handle these two.

From the Fanfic in Progress No Cinderella Tale a Story of Mickey from the Beginnings to the 21st Century

Standing up Walt felt pain shoot through making him cough slightly causing the mice to pause and look to him, he put on a smile

“I'm alright you two,” he turned, meeting his creations eyes”Mickey walk with me I need to speak to you scamp,”

The mouse nodded as the other walked towards his office, he coughed lightly,

“Gee Dad, that cough don't seem to be getting any better, I hope you're gonna be okay,” The man felt a pang of pain as he easily lied,

“Doctors say it's getting better and looking up,” The mouse looking somewhat hopeful and it hurt more but if it was keeping the other blind to the cruel truth then he would take it, praying he'd be okay,

“And we can get to working on The Aristocats!” He nodded as they entered his office. He went over to the safe in the wall, answering as his son sat down,

“Of course, but first I need you to take care of something for me,” he pulled out the papers the Deeds to Disney not just the Studio but the parks and everything, it was all there as he walked over, feeling fatigued at just that action, “hold your hands out,”

He watched the mouse do as as asked and he gently sat the papers and wrapped his hands around them and pushing it to his child's chest, before kneeling down meeting the stunned eyes of his most beloved creation, he murmured as he cupped the others face,

“Just in case something happens I want you to know, I am handing everything to you my boy. You are the Son I never had Michael and thus Disney should go to you,” he could see worry seeping into those big brown orbs, as he ran a thumb across the toons cheek before he stood up, stepped back and resumed his stern demeanor,

“But nothings gonna happen, I will give you these back when things get better!” A determined expression crossed Mickeys face and it hurt, Walt knew what the mouse did not know, He was not going to get better

With each passing day the cancer only grew more aggressive his treatments weren't working he would be lucky to see the New Year, instead again he nodded, agreeing

“Yeah, once I get better you can give them back.”

The mouse tucked the papers so carefully into his hammerspace, got up and Walt jolted in surprise as the other embraced him,

“I love you Dad,” he felt choked up as he rested a hand on Mickeys head and murmured back

“I love you too Mick,”

#mickey mouse #walt disney #seriously I know a lot I appreciate the help but I do know and have my own characterization that just haven't been shown yet

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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Me like "WOW THAT'S SO PRETTY, YUSUKE YOU'RE SO TALENTED" until we go to the art exhibition, which goes like

yusuke man psst hey uhhhh do you want a hand

Next time, we FINALLY GET TO GO ON THE LAKE BOATS YESSSSSSSS /claps

Reverie has to row so Yusuke can focus on his sketching. He spots another set of people in an adjacent boat and pegs them as a blooming romantic couple and starts sketching them.

Y U S U K E!!!!!

lmao it turns out they are not a couple, they are brother and sister and are Max Embarrassed at being thought of as otherwise.

We might need to get you a coach on the subject, are you any good at skating? There's this guy, Viktor Nikiforov who might be able to assist you.

I mean I always feel anguish in a church so do you wanna try a portrait of me?

But Yusuke's latest idea is to sketch Jesus in anguish on the cross, and Reverie is gonna be his model.

GOD, CAN'T HAVE SHIT IN DETROIT

also lmao i am so amused by how bossy Yusuke is, I am serious that I hope the fandom has had some kind of fun with this. Yusuke should boss Reverie around all the time imo.

The comedic timing on this moment is honestly great. Just that sad little pose while Yusuke watches, LMAO.

I mean holding this position is GONNA cause you so goddamn anguish, but it's also going to introduce you to what the sciatica is, boys, so maybe not, lol.

Anyway a priest rolls up like "soooo wtf y'all doin'" and then explains to Yusuke the complexities of the crucifixion and how it wasn't just about pain, blah blah.

Another swing and miss for Yusuke. Honestly, cannot wait for what comes next with him.

Okay like this is obviously a joke, but also it's a sweet moment, because Yusuke is internalizing that the thing he was missing from the anguish of jesus (and BELIEVE ME, it hurts my heathen ass to type that with a straight face) was the hope behind the event. So he pulls the pose again as he says goodnight to Reverie as a sign of "I still have hope" and Reverie doing it back feels like him saying "Me too."

IT'S GREAT, I like Yusuke. I would pay cash money to hear these lines acted out by Mercer, lemme tell you.

Also I am still doing the Temperance arc because I just gotta know what the fuck is going on here. Kawakami keeps getting weird pushy late night phone calls about money and.... seems to be on the hook for her sister's medical bills? Which. Sounds sketch? Is this an adult sister or a younger sibling she's caring for? Why would debt collection be happening like this? Is she involved in shady shit or is she trying to make it sound like she is to garner sympathy (see: money) from Reverie?

I have no idea.

There is this odd moment at the end where she drops her Perky Maid Act to show what seems like genuine concern. The mention of wanting Reverie to stay "healthy" leads me to believe that her sister really is sick, or she thinks her sister is sick?

I cannot believe that the Hot Teacher Who Is Also Maid is more compelling than some of my main party confidant arcs, but here we are.

THERE IS A FUNNY MOMENT RE: THIS where Ryuji drags Reverie out to go fishing at Ichigaya and Kawakami is there and is actually an extremely skilled fisher, and Reverie gets the option to refer to her as "Master" (as in a master fisherman)

AND SHE JUST GIVES YOU A FUCKING LOOK.

like "bitch. I see you."

gdi i think I like Kawakami, what the fuck is this game.

you're my what now

me, who removed Ryuji from the party as soon as Yusuke showed up and hasn't looked back: /sweats nervously

but yeah for real, Junpei and Yosuke you are not, Ryuji, sorry. If anyone is my right-hand, it's Ann. but really it's more like I am Morgana's right-hand, lets be SUPER REAL here.

#p5 #persona liveblog

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certifiedunicornhater · 2 years ago

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decided to just post the rest of my unicorn wars ocs all together so i dont clog the tag up!! ill put a little bit of information about them below <3 azucar no longer belongs to me and the two twins were scrapped designs but i dont feel like deleting them off the canvas haha

picante - certified strong lady! she’s motherly towards the soldiers she trains and takes no shit from anyone, she’s determined to rise in ranks so she can put an end to the corruption from her superiors. picante is patient, but when she gets mad she completely loses her head. she’s not very religious, but still occasionally prays & attends church! she dies in the holy war by being blown up by the cannon

amargo - behind the serious face he puts during training, amargo is a giant goofball who loves slacking off almost as much as he loves getting drunk with girls. he’s an excellent soldier and known by his superiors, who give him special treatment since they like him. amargo is known for taking people back to his room and flirting with everyone, though he does this as a horrible coping mechanism from the issues he’s facing in the military. he’s dulces cousin and was apart of his og group (for context: before being moved to flors unit, dulces was apart of another one where everyone minus him was killed on a mission). amargo died by being gored by a unicorn in the forest during his mission, he survived a little bit but with no medical aid he passed away.

peluche, aka "payaso" - another member of dulces og unit! peluche was nicknamed payaso by their fellow comrades due to their face markings resembling the makeup of a clown. they’re from a rich family and take pride in it, they’re not a bad soldier either! they’re a natural born leader, but isn’t taken very seriously. payaso loves organizing everything and aids in keeping everyone on track! they die in the forest, similarly to amargo, they die due to being impaled by a unicorn (also tiny note! they’re not out to their comrades, so others use he/him for them)

last but not least, chico, aka chiquito: the shortest fella, yet the one with the biggest temper! as you may have noticed, he’s not even a bear, he’s a red panda (they used to be classified as bears and i thought it’d be silly to have one in the military haha)! chico, mostly known as chiquito due to his height, was also apart of dulces og unit. to sum it up, he has a horrible napoleon complex and has a reputation for getting into fights with other soldiers. he has a good amount of knowledge when it comes to explosives and he’s also skilled when it comes to combat. chiquito is killed by a unicorn like his other two comrades.

if you read this far wowie!! thank you, i hope you enjoyed learning about my silly bears <3

#FINALLY POSTED THEM ALL #i’ve procrastinated on this sooo much #>calibri rambles #>amargo posting #>chiquito posting #>picante posting #>payaso posting #art #digital art #unicorn wars #unicorn wars oc #uw oc #bear #bear furry #bear furry oc #oc #original character

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ghoulangerlee · 10 months ago

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handy link list of my writing (AO3)

Putting this together to link in my pinned post haha! (here's the tumblr fic post!)

I'll split in two to stay the same (9/11) WIP E Dew/Mountain/Aether ; amnesia fic

As the fire reaches his shoulders, curls around his neck, a hot and painful burning sensation takes over, settled in the sides of his throat and he reaches up curls his fingers around it, long and delicate; and that’s when he notices, when he feels it—raw skin, blood in the water, burning, burning, burning. His gills are gone. Papa Emeritus the Third is gone and Dew suffers for it.

you share not the blood of our, our, ours (6/?) WIP E Eventual polyghouls/Copia ; slice of life fic

Leading the new era of the Ghost project is none other than the Secretary of the Treasury, Cardinal Copia. It's not a task given to him so willingly. Sister smiles and carefully seats herself in the chair, reaching out and patting Copia on the back of the hand for a moment, “Cardinal,” she greets him, watching as he moves around the desk to take a seat in his chair again. “I do hope you’re not too irritated at Papa,” she starts, “He’s just a little...disgruntled right now.” Copia fixes a somewhat professional smile on his face, clasping both hands in front of him on the desk, “I am not of the bloodline, yes? He’s unhappy about that. I think I would be unhappy about it too, if I were him. I know you said this was what the church needs, but maybe perhaps—”

same old souls playing different parts (1/2) WIP E eventual sunshine/aurora/cumulus/cirrus ; aurora introduction fic

Aurora is brought into the fold of band ghouls for Papa Emeritus IV's newest tour. “You’re not replacing me,” Sunshine had been quick to assure her, “Your station at the church won’t be threatened. I just…need a break,” she’d murmured a bit tiredly, her bright coppery eyes almost dull. “With how things have been…I’m not in any shape to tour.” Things being the attempt at Papa’s life that Aurora had heard about via the way of whispers within the church. Talk of it being an inside job or something similar was rampant among the halls she frequented.

cold blood, hot love (one shot) E swiss/aeon ; boot humping, sex magic, breath play,

"I bet you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks casually, nudging the toe of his boot against the space between Swiss' knees, "Quintessence ghoul taking care of the hot-tempered multi-ghoul," he smiles, and even though Swiss can't see anything other than the outline of his lips, he knows that Aeon's baring his fangs too, can hear the subtle lisp in his voice. Swiss needs help cooling down. Aeon's there to make sure he's taken care of properly.

hold me beneath the surface (one shot) E Rain/Copia/Aurora ; primal play, non-human ghouls

His first mistake had been his walk down through the forest tonight, during a full moon, despite the warning whispers of the siblings. Copia falls into a lake and has to face the consequences.

either born in hell or heaven sent (one shot) E Copia/Dew ; smut

A moment in a hotel between rituals, Dew and Copia spend a little time together. Copia rolls his eyes but there’s the ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to call Aether and have him involved in this,” he says, and then he splays his hand out across Dew’s chest, sliding it upwards until its resting casually against the base of his neck, “I know your little tricks, Dewdrop,” he pitches his voice lower, leaning over him in a way that makes him seem bigger, despite their similarities in height. Dew can’t help the way his eyelids droop a bit, the way he tilts his head up as if encouraging Copia’s hand higher, his lips part and he exhales shakily, “You’ve caught me,” he says, squeezing Copia’s waist hard enough to feel the softness give under his fingertips, “I’m trying to keep you all to myself tonight,” he chances a grin, trying for something a little more teasing and a little less sincere.

like a forest fire, you light it and i get excited (one shot) E Swiss/Aeon ; backstage shenanigans

Aeon corners Swiss backstage after a ritual and learns a thing or two about himself.

im a waking hell and the gods grow tired (one shot) M AetherDew ; tour fic, what-if

He flips another page and then sighs, “What are we going to do?” he asks, “The tour starts in three days and we don’t have a rhythm guitarist.” Just days before the Re-Imperatour is set to begin, a cursed mirror throws a wrench into the carefully constructed tour plans.

so take me in turns internally (one shot) E Copia/Aether/Dew ; goodbye smut

Copia and Dew are leaving to go on tour soon. They spend their last night with Aether. And while the whole pack will, of course, miss Aether (and Sunshine, who was also staying behind this time), he’d wanted a night with his mate and his Papa, to properly see them off, one last night for the next many months that they’re away. (Aether already has plans to sneak away midway through the tour to come see a few of the shows, once things at the ministry settle down a bit, but that’s not until later in the summer, and with it only being spring now, time will surely drag on and on and on.)

baby even though you just want to live (one shot) T (p.1 of Necropolis) Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back wrong fic

Papa Emeritus IV is murdered and his ghouls bring him back. Only, things aren't the same anymore. A story told in 5 snippets of the struggles of teaching someone to be alive again, but still loving them all the same.

maybe you do have a lot to give (one shot) T (p.2 of Necropolis) Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back wrong fic (from Copia's pov)

Papa Emeritus IV is murdered and his ghouls bring him back. This time, from Copia's POV. Oh baby, she coos at him, soft little chirps falling from her lips as her hands come up, brief and only for a moment, to touch his face before they flutter back to her sides, You did so well for me. He can’t find it in himself to ask her if she’s going to touch him again, her hands warm against his cold skin, but he meets her eyes and she beams at him, leaning in to bump her forehead against his gently. A sign of affection. Affection. His breath catches then, hitches in his chest as it dawns on him. Oh.

there we go and here we come (one shot) E CopiaAether ; soft smut

It's quiet, save for the ever growing sound of Copia’s breathing, devolving more and more into heady, breathless pleas as Aether’s mouth follows a path downwards, finding every single spot between his throat and collarbone that make Copia’s fingers press harder and harder into Aether’s skin. A soft moment between Copia and Aether

of course you knew (one shot) E CopiaAether ; soft smut

Copia huffs, using his shoulder to push his way into his quarters, cradling his right hand against his chest to keep from jostling it too much—it wasn’t a terrible injury, just something that’d happened at the tail end of their latest tour, someone had thrown something towards him from the crowd and when he’d caught it, he’d felt a slight pop in his wrist but hadn’t thought much of it as the adrenaline from performing had caused any and all pain to cease to exist in that moment. It was after, as they were loading up onto the bus one last time to be taken to the airport so they could travel back to the Ministry that he’d notice the ache in his wrist, something barely there but persistent; he’d sort of ignored it then, which in hindsight, was probably why he was now without proper use of his right hand for the next few weeks.

#ao3 writing masterlist

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toadeyes-miqote · 11 months ago

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Big cat little cats 1 / 2

A meeting of cats.

Our red cat who switches between being hyper and placid. And our annoying tabby.

GREEN EYES!!!!! Big Cat had green eyes!!!!!! How many blue eyes has it been since Wedge who covered his green eyes with his shades?

KITTEH!!!!

Is G'raha getting a rival in the fangirling deparment? Or is he wary of the whole looking for a hero thing now(got stuff for cat boy, getting notions from his exarch days and the further development of his relationship with Hylnyan. Please let me upgrade him from close ally to good friend(Took over a year of playing time to get a grasp on how their relationship goes.). I am curious to see how things develop here.

Wuk Lamat seems to have no idea of her own strength. Would also have to see how she treats G'raha and the younger/shorter ones.

Ummm.... the woman speaks Hylnyan's language. although can we not dip in Zenos hunt territory? Sadu's overzealousness yes. But Zenos type puts Hylnyan on alert. Can we introduce her to Sadu and Estinien?

Bespectacled Machinist Cat dude might be her adopted brother

This thing about Scions eating rats needs to becomes a cutscene now. I am reminded of my late ginger cat who's very vocal around feeding time

Would there come a scene where Wuk Lamat is challenge for being afraid or the Giant colibri is it? Cat getting eaten by birds is weird karma

LOL!!! The return of the wisdom of Exarch. I don't mind if we have Alisaie mk ii learning to be a decent leader.

In hopes of Krile's own pictomancr journey has a story to come as well so as to not steal her thunder during MSQ

Oh we're in wordless communication territory now? That thing about G'raha synching with Exarch tempering his youthful hyperness. I'm not expecting him to be 100% Exarch but just less hero worshippy. I like G'raha calmer as it put less burden on Hylnyan having to put on her game face all the time.

He does seem to get triggered into fanboy mode with Wuk Lamat.

Everybody's learning stuff. The irony of Hylnyan learning the healing arts in case G'raha isn't the main healer and Y'shtola's healing style was scary.

Continuing tomorrow. For now its a wait and see attitude before openly supporting Wuk Lamat just because cat (unless there's no choice in this matter?)

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Max height fem Miqo'te for reference... Barely reach her shoulders.

Bonus - With Aymeric and Artorial for reference. Keeping my word of freeing Aymeric from his office..... only for him to be stuck in church...

#book 6 - Endwalker #6.55 spoilers #Final Fantasy XIV 7.0 guess #is cat fight now?#Miqo'te papers #Of Hrothgar and Miqo'te #friend or fan?#mythril foil hat #Shokugeki no FFXIV #Tracking Hylnyan #height check

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enchantedchocolatebars · 2 years ago

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Teenage Dream (Camilla Myles belongs to @angelcloves.)

Author's Note: Basing my interpretation of Teen Camilla's (as well as Adult! Camilla's) personality and appearance off of this chapter (recommend read) and art. Also, stole the "dimensional scissors" thing from Star Vs. To me, it works since both shows are about magic lol. Enjoy!

"Philip, please give those scissors back! I really need them!" Caleb practically pleaded to his little brother, folding his hands.

It was night-time and both Wittebane boys were in their bedroom as they quarreled over a certain witch.

One who Caleb was very familiar with.

His girlfriend from another world.

Clutching onto the dimensional scissors that Camilla gave to Caleb, Philip shakes his head, puffing his cheeks.

He knew what that wicked witch was planning. She wanted to steal Caleb from him and keep him all to herself.

He wasn't having that.

Pip responses with a hum of refusal.

"Please? We'll have egg custard for breakfast and cranberry pie for tea."

"No."

"I'll give you all the piggyback rides you want."

"No! I'm not letting you see that witch! Not ever!" The smaller sibling refused to be bought over by sweets or back rides.

"But Phillip, Camilla and I made plans! We're going to a consort, I can't just not show up!"

He meant concert.

"...Consort?" Pip questions, blinking. "What's that?"

"It's a place where you go to to watch people play music on a stage," Caleb explains. "Camilla and I have to be at one tonight, so can I please have the scissors so I won't be late?"

Pip had to think about it for a moment.

"Hmm... maybe, but you have to answer two questions first."

A sigh of relief came from Caleb.

Thank god his little brother was being somewhat cooperative.

"Of course, I'll answer anything," The elder replies, hoping Philip would make it quick with the questions.

Cornflower eyes go to gaze directly at Caleb's hair as they begin to squint at it in suspicion.

"Your ponytail looks different. Very different. Why's that? Did that witch tell you to wear it like that? Did she say it'd look better that way?"

Withdrawing his wooden sword, he then points it at the "strange" upper garment that Caleb currently had on.

It was a black t-shirt with the words, "Four-Dimensional" spelled on top in a punk font with images of four band members posing below.

Camilla bought it for him.

"And who on earth are they? And why are they all dressed like that?"

Philip didn't trust them or their fashion.

The first question earned a sudden squeak from the blonde as his cheeks grew red.

"Huh?! N-No! That's ridic- don't be ridiculous! I, uh, merely wanted to try a new style is all," Caleb nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

He technically wasn't lying.

When Camilla first saw him with the new ponytail she commented that his hair looked really cute that way.

Cut to current day and the compliment has been living rent-free inside the blonde's head ever since.

Clearing his throat, he continues, going to answer the second question. Showing off his shirt, he says, "This is Four-Dimensional, or "4D" for short. They're called a band. They sing and play music together. Camilla seems to really fancy their work - enough to get us tickets to see them."

Their music was new and strange, loud even, but definitely not dull. In fact, Caleb found it a lot of fun! It certainly wasn't something you'd hear in church.

"So, scissors?" Caleb asked, holding out his hand for Philip to place them in.

Despite their deal, the younger brother declines, crossing his arms in defiance. "No!" He huffs, turning his head away.

Mentally, Caleb's jaw drops.

"But Philip, you said--!?"

"I changed my mind."

Caleb can't help but groan at that response, tugging his lower lids in frustration. As much as he loved his baby brother, the brunette was being a real thorn in his side. He just wanted to see a "consort" with a cute witch girl his age.

Was that so wrong?

Turning a second time, Philip gave his brother a bad-tempered look. "I'm hiding these," he declares, referring to the scissors he seized. "So close your eyes, and no peeking."

In spite of sounding adorable, he meant business. Caleb wouldn't be seeing any witches tonight. Not on his watch.

Annoyance wrote itself all over Caleb's face.

Now, he didn't like using the b word to describe his little brother, but he was being just that... a brat.

The words "You're being a brat!" didn't spill from his lips, but they sure were hovering inside his mind.

"You can't be serious," The elder wearly says with a sigh. He didn't have time for this. Pip sends his brother a serious squint. "Eyes closed," He'd repeat. Sighing a second time, Caleb plays along, closing his eyes.

The blonde tries to take a small peek, but his eyes shortly shut the second they see Pip GLARING literal flames at him.🔥

After a while, he's told to open them back up.

Doing so, he saw his brother scissor-less, a smile now on his face. "There! They're gone!" Problem solved, Pip thought. Content, he climbs into bed. "Goodnight, Caleb!"

"But, Philip, you can't do this! The consort, I'll miss it!" Caleb cried out in despair, trying his darndest to reason with the disobliging eight year old.

Not moved by his brother's tone of voice, Philip closed his eyes. "Well, the consort certainly won't miss you. It's...not a person," His reminder was innocent as he yawned, slowly drifting to sleep.

Seeing this, Caleb heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank heavens he was asleep. Now to find those scissors and get to Camilla.

As Caleb began checking the room, a small gasp erupts. The scissors! He saw them! They were sticking out from under Pip's pillow like a sore thumb. The elder shook his head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Of course his brother would hide them in such an obvious place.

Tip-toeing to Philip's bed, Caleb slips a hand under his pillow and slowly takes the magical scissors. With the pair now back in his possession, the elder quietly makes his way to the door.

Turning the knob, he sees something on the other side that causes him to let out a small squeak, his blood now curdling.

Kitty, Philip's "pet" carcass, laid there "MENACINGLY" in front of him on the floor.

Almost as if he were waiting for Caleb to come out... That's how the blonde felt at least.

Gulping, Caleb takes a GIANT careful step over Kitty as he makes a break for the entry door ... but not before coming back seconds later to give Kitty a quick kick, which flips him on his back before dashing out again.

Revenge for the tea incident.

Caleb could sometimes still feel the burns...

Outside of his home, the elder looks to-and-fro, conscientiously checking his surroundings. Looks like the coast was clear. No soul in sight. Except for his of course.

Scissors start to snip a straight line into the air, opening a lilac-colored portal.

Just as the blonde begins to take a step in...

"Baa!"

He stops midway through the second he hears the abrupt bleat, turning around to see a goat staring a him with its horizontal eyes.

Oh!

Seems Caleb wasn't the only soul.

Lifting a finger to his lips, he utters a "shush" to the barn animal, followed by a playful wink as he enters the portal.

It soon closes behind him.

The goat stares into space for a bit before baaing a second time. It starts eating the grass on the ground.

"There you are!" A short, older woman with glasses and grey hair exclaims excitedly. The goat turns to see its owner approaching it, joy and relief radiating on her face.

Despite her size, she's able to swifty pick up the adult goat and calmly walk away with it.

"Let's get you to bed," she sweetly coos to her pet who bleats.

Meanwhile, in another dimension, the stars shine brightly in the purpley night sky.

Below, a lilac portal opens in an empty parking lot with a large wooden building in the background.

Stepping out of the portal is Caleb who starts to smile at the familiar environment as he takes it all in.

He remembers this place. Quite fondly in fact. Camilla took him here. The two had a midday meal together in that wooden building. They were served pancakes and chicken. The combination was foreign to him, but Caleb still really enjoyed it! Their time together was splendid, and he even made the first move by kissing her at the end.

It felt like a dream come true to the teen.

Speaking of Camilla, where was she? They both planned on meeting here before the concert. Was she simply running a little late, or was he too late? Caleb couldn't tell as worry overtook his face. He hoped she showed up soon.

"Caleb!" A vibrant voice called out to him.

Luckily, she did.

The hopper came rushing eagerly towards him, happily waving at the human who returns the friendly gesture.

Seeing her eased his nerves.

The witch wore her long black hair in pigtails along with a black bandana as a headband. Around her neck was a black choker as her main outfit consisted of a Four-Dimensional tee (same as Caleb's), long, black fingerless gloves, a black tutu, ripped black stockings, and long, black goth boots.

When she got to him, she sweeps the blonde into a MONSTROUS bear hug. As she joyfully squeezes him, she fails to notice Caleb's head bulge more and more, as of air being forced into one end of a balloon. He was clearly in a lot of discomfort.

"Hey!" she greets him with a sweet smile. "So glad you could make it!"

"H-Hello there, my lady," Caleb greets back, his tone polite, but strangled. "Uh, Camilla, y-you're hug, it's ah, a little too tight..." He chokes out an awkward chuckle.

Camilla catches sight of Caleb's humongous head and IMMEDIATELY releases her grip.

Caleb's head deflates as the air rushes out of his mouth.

"Oops! Sorry," she quickly apologized, averting her gaze as she blushed. "I was just... SO excited to see you." The witch admits, a droplet of sweat forming at her temple. She began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.

Caleb took note of Camilla's nervousness and offered her a reassuring smile. "It's quite alright. I'm excited to see you too!" She could hug him till his head popped off and he would still be endeared by her. Not that he would want or wish for such a thing.

He needs his head after all.

Relief washed over Camilla when she saw Caleb show no signs of being mad at her for the overly tight embrace.

She'll remember not to hug so hard next time.

"So, are you ready?" Camilla asked Caleb with a grin, holding out her hand for the human to take.

The blonde nods, brown eyes sparkling. "Yes!" Came his reply. He takes the offered hand into his. "This consort is going to be extraordinary!"

Consort? Oh, he meant concert! Camilla couldn't help but giggle at the Puritan's mispronunciation. "It's pronounced 'concert', Caleb, not 'consort'," she corrects him with another cute giggle.

Round ears redden in realization. He's been saying the word wrong this whole time! How EMBARRASSING. Blush appears on both of his cheeks.

As Caleb starts to stammer an apology, Camilla gives him a friendly shoulder pat. "It's all good, blondie locks. Now let's go, go, go!" She opens a wide portal in the ground.

Interlocking her fingers with Caleb, she hops on in.

It soon shuts.

...

"Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! That was AMAZING! AAA!" Camilla squeals in sheer fangirl joy. Nothing rocked her socks off more than 4D and their music. The performance they had tonight really brought the house down. She LOVED that they played her favorite song at the end. Her and Caleb were seen walking out of the concert arena hand-in-hand. Both had messy hair from the constant headbanging they did.

"Not as amazing as you..." Caleb whispers under his breath, the teen clearly stuck in a lovestruck state that Camilla doesn't seem to see.

That slow song that the band played at the end. It was about a boy being destine to meet a girl who made his heart spark whenever she was around. The relatability made him feel all emotional and he couldn't help but stare lovingly at Camilla the whole time as over exaggerated ghibli style tears rolled down her cheeks, sparkly star eyes watching the stage.

She also lip sang along to some of the song.

The moment was quite spectacular for the both of them.

"What was that, Caleb?" Camilla smiled fondly at the blonde.

He squeaks, face lighting up. Good gracious did she hear him?! "Oh, nothing!" He let's out an awkward laugh, looking away. "Just... the weather! Yeah, that's right. Tonight's weather is amazing." He directs a finger up at the air. "See? Not a single cloud in the sky." He chuckles a second time, taking a breath as his blush slightly faded. Now, Camilla Myles was no dummy. She heard EXACTLY what Caleb said, but the hopper decides to dismiss it with a cheery little giggle for his sake.

"You're right! The weather is pretty amazing tonight!" she wholeheartdely agrees.

Suddenly a single drop from the sky lands on Caleb's shoulder, it seemingly letting out a giggle.

A second droplet then falls and lands on Camilla's head as another giggle is heard.

They both stop at the same time.

Next thing you know, giggling rain begins to pour down from the sky. With the snap of her finger, Camilla summons a pink orb around her and Caleb to shield them from the wet.

"Giggling rain's the norm here. It's cute... for about five minutes. Then it gets kinda annoying," she chuckles.

Caleb's never been caught in a giggling storm before. He wondered why rain would laugh. What was so humorous? Strange as this dimension was, he also found it fascinating.

Purple skies, giggling rain, what's next?

"Come on," Camilla took lead as they continued with their walk. "I'll take you somewhere dry."

When the two arrive at the front door of Camilla's current mentor, the orb evaporates.

Pulling out a ghost calico cat shaped key, she looks to Caleb.

"Hope you're okay with cats."

"Cats?"

"You'll see."

Opening the door, Caleb and Camilla step inside to see a cluster of ghost cats scurrying around the place, some sleeping on the sofa while others ate out of their bowls.

A couple were seen playing or exploring.

A hand goes to gesture at the furry atmosphere. "Welcome to the catmetery! That's what my mentor calls her house. You know, because of all the cats. She's... a bit of a feline fanatic." Camilla explains with a light laugh. "A bit" was an understatement.

"These adorable little angels are living their best afterlife thanks to her."

So many cats, Caleb thought as his eyes couldn't focus on just one. Seeing Camilla, some of the cats sprint in her direction, pouncing onto the hopper. The surprise attack of affection is so strong that it knocks the witch down on the ground.

Non-stop giggles erupt as she's covered in deceased cuties.

"I'm happy to see you all too!" She chimes, using a fingertip to gently rub the chin of one of the cats. It barks to communicate its excitement as Camilla continues. They then all start barking.

'Barking cats? Odd...' As Caleb thought this, his eyes shift to Camilla on the ground. The way her face lit up at the playful creatures made his smile soften as he watched the authentic interaction.

'So cute...'

All of a sudden, something soft brushes up against his leg. Looking down, Caleb discovers a cat. When the two lock eyes, the cat greets him with a bark. The bizzare behavior earns a chuckle from him as he moved his hand to pet the kitty around the ears.

Later, Camilla and Caleb enter the kitchen. There, the hopper spots a note on the table. Taking it, she takes a look at the text.

'Camilla,

Went to the centaur dimension for a meeting. Might make a stop at the cyclops dimension afterwards for something sweet or meaty. Won't be back till morn. Please feed the cats for me. Thank you! :) Left a few of your favorite snacks in the cupboard. ;)

Ms. Mullin'

Mmm, snacks! Her favorites too! Camilla smiled keenly at that last part. She'll have to remember to thank her mentor in the morning for thinking about her.

"Looks like I've got some gargoyles to feed."

Placing the paper down, Camilla makes her way to the fridge. When she pulls the door open, she reaches in and takes out a copious amount of cat food. Closing the door with her foot, she carries the cans to the table and sets them down.

Grabbing a can from the pile, Camilla takes hold of the ring, tugging on the tab, but the can doesn't budge. As she adds force, even trying to use her teeth to lift the backside of the tab, the ring comes off.

The stubborn can still remained closed though as she set it down.

Holding the cap in her hand, Camilla groans in annoyance. Great, now she'll have to--

"Here!" Caleb happily holds the now opened can in front of her. The good deed catches Camilla off guard as she stood there, stunned and amazed. She slowly takes the proffer.

"C-Caleb! How did you...? So fast...?"

The Purtian pulls out his lucky carving knife and shows it off proudly. "Ta-da! I used this! Never go anywhere without it."

Camilla chuckles at his answer, blushing a bit from his kindness. "Thank you."

He gives her a golden smile. "Of course! Always happy to help!"

...

In a pixelated classroom, a female witch, who resembles an anime character, has long, hot pink hair and is wearing a huge hair bow and a school girl uniform. She and a cutified Cthulhu who's light pink and is wearing a princess crown and dress are nose-to-nose. When the words "ファイト!" flashes on screen, their battle begins.

The school girl starts the fight off with a few basic punches along with a couple of karate kicks at the ancient monster before quickly ending the brawl with her final attack; she holds heart hearts near her chest as a pink heart-shaped beam flies out and strikes Cthulhu as the god-like being falls flat on their back. X's then appear in their eyes to signify that they've been defeated.

The words "パーフェクトビクトリー!" then flash on screen. Victorious, the school girl twirls in place before posing cutely with a peace sign.

The entire clash is revealed to be a video game being played by Camilla on her bedroom TV. Positive emotions evoke through her at her win. The next battle takes place in a sushi bar where she's up against an octopus sushi chef. As she continues to play, Caleb is seen sitting beside her on her bed, watching the screen. His brown eyes were intrigued, but also bewildered, by the gameplay. Evident on the bed were empty snack bags. Hashbrown could also be seen in the room, snoozing away in his bird cage.

"You're highly talented at this," Caleb compliments Camilla in amazement as he watches her character effortlessly take down the octopus opponent.

"Thanks!" Camilla replies at the sweet remark.

"How did you get so good?"

"Practice, and lots of it!" She told him with a giggle, releasing a world of pain onto her challenger by unloading a front punch whirl wind kick combo attack, knocking them out.

As he continued to watch, a sad thought suddenly crosses Caleb's mind as the blonde breathed out a sorrowful sigh, smile fading. His gaze goes down to his lap.

"H-Hey, uh, Camilla, can I...talk to you about something?"

Hearing his dejected tone, Camilla puts her game on pause and looks to the blonde, concern crossing her face at how unhappy he looked.

"Of course, Caleb. What's wrong?" Her full attention was on him. She hoped whatever was causing Caleb to feel this way wasn't because of her and something she said.

"Well..." he murmured, bringing his brown hues up to Camilla's pink ones. He gulps, biting his lip a bit. Should he really say this?

"It's just that... I... you... me... we..."

He breath in before blurting his desires out, taking both of Camilla's hands and intertwining them with his.

The straight forwardness of the action causes slight blush to pop up on her cheeks.

"Oh, Camilla Myles, you're always taking me to these nice places and showing me all these neat little things, I wish I could do the same for you, but with Gravesfield. Sure, it might not be the best town around, and there are no consorts-- I mean, concerts, or videoed games like here, but there are some splendid shops I'd love for you to see. Like the wood shop! That's my favorite. The only issue is..."

Caleb stared at the issue, or rather, issues. They stuck out the side of Camilla's head and were pointed. His eyes glowed in realization at them.

"Your ears..." He quietly states, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. "As cute as they are, they'd give you away. Perhaps, maybe, we could... hide them ... somehow. I could find you a gown and coif. You could pose as a human and blend in for a bit. I'd say you're a visitor from another town."

Self-conscious about what he had just said, Caleb looked down at his lap again.

"I-If that's something you'd wish to try out. If not, that's fine."

Camilla smiled a bittersweet smile at the blonde. She squeezed his fingers and sighed. He looked back up at her. Her voice was soft and airy as she spoke.

"Oh, Caleb Wittebane, you mean well, I know you do, but I'll pass. I just... it wouldn't feel right hiding who I am just to please some prigs. If they can't accept the real me, then screw' em. 'Sides, I like my ears. If I hid them, I wouldn't be able to do this." She gave them a playful wiggle, which causes Caleb to chuckle. A shy smile spreads on his lips.

"You're right. Forgive me for suggesting something so foolish."

"No, no, no, don't be sorry. It's not your fault the people in your town suck. I don't need to visit there, so don't stress yourself out about not being able to take me. Though, there is something I do need..." Her bittersweet smile turns sweet again.

"There is?" Curious, Caleb goes on to ask, "What's that, my lady?"

With a giggle, Camilla uses her magic to make a game case with race cars on the front appear in her left hand and a second controller in her right. "A player two," She simply states with a wink.

"Me?" Caleb asks, genuinely surprised. "But I've never played videoed games before. I don't know how."

"Well, now's the perfect time to learn, blondie locks! Also, it's video games, Caleb. No '-ed'," Camilla chuckles, correcting him yet again. "We'll start on tutorial mode and race in a real round later. Would you like that?"

Caleb, nods, his smile getting soft. "Very much so."

...

The lights in Camilla's room were off as the crystal ball night light that sat on her tabletop emitted a soft glow. She and Caleb laid face-to-face in her bed as they both giggled. Once the giggles came to a slow, eventual stop, the two started gazing into each other's eyes. Both felt their hearts race while staring into the orbs of the other. Caleb is the first to speak.

"Camilla?" He asked softly.

"Yes?" She replies, her tone just as soft.

He scoots towards her. "Remember when I told you before in that restaurant that I was due to marry? How I haven't been able to find a bride quite yet?"

Camilla moves closer to him. "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Well..." He chuckles softly. "I think I have. A future bride."

"A future bride?"

"Yes," He takes one of her hands and gives her a captivating look. "Camilla Myles, in due season, would you be my bride?"

A bride? Caleb's bride? Her? Such a question causes Camilla to flush.

"I..."

She sighs. The hopper had to be honest.

"... can't exactly say yes ..."

"Oh..." A dejected look crosses Caleb's face, heart-broken by the no.

"... but I can't say no either ..."

A look of hope immediately flashes on the blonde's face.

"I've said this before, but marriage is a big commitment, and it's not something my kind often do, but... I'd be willing to give it a try with you. Maybe. Someday. If I felt ready. But, until then, let's continue the relationship we already have?" She leans in close. "Okay?"

Caleb hums in agreement as he also leans it. "Okay..." Cupping her cheek, he closes the space between them with a passionate kiss. Kissing back, Camilla closes her eyes. He's certainly gotten better since their last kiss, she thought. When they pull away, the two spend the rest of the night smiling and giggling until they both fall asleep.

...

The morning sunshine greets the skies as it glows a golden hue.

Camilla was seen cuddled to Caleb as the two continued to sleep.

When Caleb woke from his slumber, he steadily sat up, yawning.

Looking to his right, he saw Camilla peacefully sleeping by his side and smiled.

A chaste kiss was pressed against her forehead by him. She looked so incredibly cute.

As Caleb saw the light of dawn seep into the room, he realized something that made his eyes grow slightly wide.

If it were morning in this realm, that meant in the human realm ... Pip. Oh no. He had to get back home to his brother before he woke up.

Slowly slipping out of Camilla's grasp, Caleb quietly hops out of her bed and pulls out his dimensional scissors.

He cuts open a golden portal. Taking a step in, the blonde looks back at the witch. He might not be able to take her around town, but he could leave her a small thank you gift to show his appreciation. A sunny smile suddenly curls up on Caleb's lips. He could carve one up for her! Along with his carving knife, he did always carry a small piece of pocket-sized wood with him.

Time to get to carving!

...

The morning sun shined down on the town of Gravesfield as a golden portal opens in front of the Wittebane household.

Stepping out of it is Caleb who heads to the front door.

'Please be sleeping, please be sleeping, please be sleeping,' He pleads in his head.

Opening the door, Caleb is startled to see Philip just standing there in front of the doorway, a cross look on his face.

Seems he was awaiting his older brother's arrival.

The younger's arms were crossed as he tapped his foot like an angry parent who caught their child returning after a night of sneaking out of the house.

"P-Pip! What are you-- I... Listen, I can explain. I--"

"Don't." Philip coldy cuts him off. "Kitty told me everything." THAT TATTLETALE, Caleb thought, annoyed. Wait, what was he saying!? Kitty wasn't alive ... was he?

"Well, don't just stand there like a stranger. Come in." Philip tells him as he walks away from the door.

Sighing, Caleb follows him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Pip, please listen. I--"

"AAAAAA!!!"

Caleb hears Pip release a battle cry and turns to see the smaller boy charging towards him with his wooden sword. He manages to shove him on the ground and starts hitting the elder repeatedly with it.

The blonde raises his hands up in defense from the brunette's attacks.

"Ow! Philip, what are you-- ow! Doing!?"

"Punishing you with death!"

Death? Caleb groans in annoyance at that answer.

"Philip, ow! Why is it that everytime you get upset with me you're first reaction is to, ow! 'Kill' me?"

"SILENCE! You're being killed. No talking!"

Caleb sighs a second time.

"Philip, you can't kill me."

"Yes I can! I'm doing it right now!"

"No, you can't."

"I can't?" He questions, raising a brow as he puts his hitting to a halt.

Caleb shakes his head no.

Philip frowns at the gesture, jutting his bottom lip out. He stomps his foot in fussy anger. "Why not!"

Caleb starts to stand up.

"Because, not only is it not nice, but if you kill me I won't be able to give you the gift I got for you at the concert."

Pip's mood suddenly shifts at the sound of that, his interest piquing. "Gift? You got me... a gift? At the consort?"

Caleb chuckles. "It's pronounced 'concert', Pip, and yes! Well, Camilla bought it, but I told her it looked like something you'd like."

Reaching behind his back, he produces a chibi Grim Reaper figure. Pip is in AWE by his present, blue eyes sparkling at the cute skeleton. Dropping his sword, he takes the figurine toy, admiring it.

"It's a little bone man! He has a sword just like me! :D"

Caleb chortles. "Actually, Pip, it's called a scythe." He corrects.

"... He has a sword just like me! :D"

A second chortle erupts from the elder as he gently pats his baby brother's head.

What a good little boy.

...

Meanwhile, Camilla, now awake, was sitting up in her bed, gazing down lovingly at a baby raven carving that sat in her single palm. She found it laying beside the pillow that Caleb slept on. She could, without a doubt, tell that the present was from him to her. Who else would put so much love and care into a wooden piece? The more she looked at it, the more Camilla wanted to cry tears of joy. She's never been given such a gift before. She'll treasure it forever.

...

The morning sun was bright in the sky. Inside the Owl House, Camilla wakes up with a yawn. Sitting up, she stretches her arms. Climbing out of bed, she checks under her pillow. A pair of dimensional scissors and a baby raven carving were present. She casts a sad smile down at the items as she picks them up. Camilla gave both objects a melancholic gaze. As much as it pained her to think of her past, she could never truly let go of it. Never truly let go of him.

All should could do is dream and reminisce on a love that never got to be.

Camilla sighs, placing the things back under her pillow before heading downstairs.

Sitting slumped at the kitchen table, Camilla looked up when a cup of tea was placed in front of her. Her tired smile shines when she sees a blonde teen and his red birdie.

"Good morning," Hunter greeted with a gentle smile, Flapjack perched on his shoulder.

The cardinal happily greets Camilla a 'good morning' in bird.

"Morning to you both," Camilla greets back.

"I made you tea. Flapjack figured it be a good idea to make chamomile because of your name. Get it? Camilla, chamomile." He jested, letting out a chuckle. "Isn't that right, Flapjack?" The cardinal confirms with a nod and a chirp.

Camilla let out a light laugh at the joke. "Heh, chamomile. That is pretty funny..." Her gloomy gaze goes to the tea. She sighs.

"You don't look so happy," Hunter frets, taking a seat next to Camilla. "Is everything okay? Was it... another dream?"

Camilla nods.

"What kind of dream? Good? Bad?"

"A teenage one..." She reveals in bittersweetness. She kept her smile as she looked to Hunter. "But don't worry, I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Hunter asked, still concerned. "I'd be happy to help if I can."

"Promise." Camilla vowed affectionately, taking the cup and lifting it to her lips.

Blowing the hot liquid, she takes a small sip and hums at the mellow, honey-like sweetness of the drink.

Her tea was delightfully delicious.

#(*dies after posting this*)#(no but like THIS IS A LOT)#(I'M SO PROUD OF IT)#(calmilla is otp)#(first time writing a friend's oc)#(hope i did good 👉👈)#(I'm never writing again)#(kidding but like I'm TIRED lol)#the owl house #owl house #toh #camilla myles #caleb wittebane #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #writing #my writing

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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Ooo, I’ll keep that piece of Ikevamp lore in mind!! 👀 Thank you! >w<

While I was around for the Zero hype, I only saw some of it— I don’t know the full extent of how down bad you are for him, but then again, you��ve made him your profile picture, so maybe I should already have a good sense of it jkdfngk— /j /lh

And speaking of Ikevamp!! I wrote a little bit for that Beethoven fic, but I only made discombobulated bits and pieces kjdfgn— If you don’t mind, I’ll share two snippets,,! 👀👉👈 (Tbh, the fic isn’t going to drop in a fairly long time because I don’t have much time to work on it, unfortunately,, It’s a bit messy, and these are kinda loose ideas, so they’re not final, but I hope you like them regardless!)

~~~

Ludwig van Beethoven, seven years old: *he and his father, Johann, are on their way to the music hall where Ludwig will give his debut performance*

Ludwig: Papa? How many people will be there?

Johann: Quite a few, but don’t be nervous. Remember what we’ve practiced, and you’ll be alright. Many musicians I know will be there as well. I will introduce you to them after your performance; they’re quite influential! I’m sure they’ll take a liking to you.

Ludwig: *he hums in response* *thankfully for Ludwig, whether it was due to his youth or confidence, he didn’t feel nervous like many others would before their debut performance*

Johann: Oh, and Ludwig? From now on, you will address me as ‘Father.’ All the other children call their fathers ‘papa,’ and you are no ordinary child. You are not like them. You are far more brilliant, far more talented; the next Mozart!

Ludwig: Yes… Father. *he presses his lips together; the word sounded odd on his tongue, but if Johann wanted him to call him that, he would. If not because he wanted to make his father proud, then if only because he didn’t want his father to be mad at him - he had a terrible temper, after all*

(Time Skip - Beethoven, now an adult, is slowly losing his hearing)

Those ringings in Ludwig’s ears were like the death knells of a church bell. They signalled the impending doom of his hearing, and whenever they rang their high-pitched intonations, everything sounded just a little further away. It wouldn’t be long until he felt like his head was submerged underwater; everything sounded distant and far away. Even now, as he played the piano in his room, he needed to strain his ears to properly hear the tune he was creating.

He closed his eyes to focus the entirety of his senses on the sound from the piano. As he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, he felt his growing despair gnaw at his heart.

Music can change the world. He believed that as a child, and even now, he still did with his whole heart. So why was it that the music was falling silent?

It should have been my eyesight, Ludwig thought. But then how would he be able to write down his music if he couldn’t see?

It should have been his sense of taste, he reasoned. Food was nothing more but mere sustenance to him, anyway. He couldn’t even find joy in eating his favorite food anymore. He was a musician, Ludwig thought bitterly. The vibrant music he heard and produced were his food, the fruits of his labour, his love, his passion. If he couldn’t even have that, what else was there?

~~~

Oh, but I do have one more Ikevamp question!! You said that pureblooded vampires can bring people back to life as lesser vampires; is Comte a pureblooded vampire? I tried checking the fandom wikipedia, but the categorisation on him confused me nmfgbd 💀 Oh, and also,, does it say in the game how tall the MC is? Because I tried estimating her height out of curiosity judging from CGs, and she’s,,, REALLY short 💀 Like, she’s either 4’11 or 5’0 in the CGs I’ve seen 💀 5’1 if we really want to stretch it- Which is kind of a shame, because I was hoping that MC could be the same height/taller than Beethoven JFGGBFB

On one last note!! Next week I have to perform an original monologue with a character who has a god complex kfjghb- I hope I do decent,, TwT Also!! My birthday’s coming up soon! :D

[Oh, and before I forget- I’ve written down a bunch of random TWST thoughts/ideas,, Would you like me to drop them,,? 👀👉👈]

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

AAAAA NO YOU DONT UDNERSTANDNDN &%$^!@$^%!@$^!@%$@! ZERO IS SO . HE IS EVERTTHI9GN .. GHES SO GERAT HES REALLY JUST SP GREAT . HES SUCH A HARD WORKING ERSON AND EVEN THOUGH I WISH HE DIDNT HAVE TO WORK SO HARD FOR THRE ASONS HE WORKS SO HARD HES ASO RELIABLE ANYWAY AND THAT MAKES HIM SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HOW SQWWEET AND STRONG AND WONDERFUL AND DETERMINED HE IS, HES WORKED SO HARD TO BE WHERE HE IS NOW AND HE OPNE EDUP TO THE MC ENOUGH TO REALLY CONNECT WITH HER AND BECAUSE OF THAT HE GETS REWALLY BLUSHY SOMEOTHIMES AND ITS LITERALLY THE SWEETETS THING YOU COYLD EVER WITNESS BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO LET HER GOP EEVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE HAS TO CEVNETUALLY AJHJSGHKAWDGKJFWESHILESFWHLJIUJEWRSFGHOYIU

beethoven is so kickass for that HES BOYBOSSING RN HELL YEAH GET THAT PIANO!!!!! ALSO YES comte is a pure blooded vampire, along with vlad and leonardo ^^ i checked the ewiki and it said greater vampire so i can see how that confused you LMAOOO

UR SO REALF OR THE MC SHORT THING.....ugh the on saving grace is that the avatars are basically the saem height (at least isaac and shakespeare are...theyre the only ones ive had in my room AHGSFD)

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHSAY OMG?!?!?!? I HOPE YOUR MONOOLOGUE GOES WELL!!!!!

ofc you should totally drop them C:<

#jackdaw anon <3

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miamouse16 · 1 year ago

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Amy "What does the Petrova bloodline have to do with Klaus? And Amy's with Andreas?" "It's really tedious, but...The curse was bound by the sacrifice of Petrova blood for Klaus and yours for Andreas. Witches are crafty with their spells. The doppelganger was created as way to be able to undo the spell. Once the doppelganger reappeared, the curse can be broken" "So you ran before he killed you" I said realised what she did "Something like that" she sighed.

Flashback

1492

"Help. Please help me. Please. Help me." Katherine begged banging on the door "I don't invite strangers into my home" an old woman said opening the door "No. Trevor, he said that you'd help me" she begged as the woman tried to close the door "Damn him. Always making promises I don't want to keep" Rose said but was surprised to see Katherine.

"Let the girl in. Bring her water and something to eat." Rose said compelling the old woman "You must be Rose. Thank you. Trevor said to show you this to prove I am who I say. That you would help me to freedom." Katherine said sitting down and showing the moonstone "You stole this from Klaus?" Rose said, her eyes widening.

"It was to be part of the sacrifice ritual So I--I grabbed it and made my escape." "People do not escape from Klaus. Everyone who tries ends up back in his grasp, and anyone who helps them dies"

"I know the risk you bring on yourself by giving me aid" "I am risking nothing. At nightfall, I will bring you back to Klaus and beg him to show us both mercy" Rose said grabbing Katherine's arm and dragging her to a room "No! No!"

Flashback Over

Damon "Back entrance. How convenient" I said getting out of the car "That's the point. We can't all have little daylight rings" "How do you know this Slater guy's even here?" I asked as we walked towards the entrance "I called him. He's here. He's always here" "Good. Just one thing" I said before pinning her to the wall.

"If you are setting me up in any way, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. It's something I'm very good at." But she sped us against the car and pinned me.

"I'm older than you and stronger. Don't get on my bad side. You can trust me" she said before walking in. following behind her I noticed she stepped into the sunlight without burning "Whoa. What about the, uh...sunlight"

"Double-paned and tempered. UV rays can't penetrate. You see the appeal now?" she said before a man suddenly appeared beside her "That and the free wi-fi."

"Hey. How are you?" she said hugging him "Good. I saw you come. What are you doin' here?" "Mmm, it's a long story, but I want you to meet--" as soon as he looked at me he spoke.

"Damon Salvatore. Turned 1864, mystic falls, by Katherine Pierce, AKA katerina Petrova" he said with a smile before turning to Rose "So I take it I was right. What I told you about the tomb under the church is true" Rose said with a strained smile before we moved towards a table.

"Yes. It was right. Thank you for the tip" "Yeah. It's nice to meet you. Maybe." He said looking at me with his hand out but I glared at him making him drop his hand "What's goin' on, Rose? Where's, uh, Trevor?" he said looking at Rose as we sat down.

Amy "Rose never ended up taking you back to Klaus, did she?" Elena said pouring her another amount of blood "No. But not because she had a change of heart."

Flashback

1492

"It's nightfall. Time to go" Rose said walking in but then noticed the blood "When did this happen?" Rose said pulling Katherine's hand away to show the ever-growing amount of blood on the dress "Mmm. In the woods. I tripped" she said as Rose gripped her hand "That's a lie. I would have smelled it."

"I'd rather die than go back to Klaus. Please just let me die." Katherine begged "If you die, then Trevor dies with you." Rose sneered "No. No!" she said trying to fight Rose "Where is she?" Trevor's voice rang out.

"You set us both on a path of death. I only hope that Klaus sees the honor in returning that girl to him" Rose said as she pinned Trevor to the wall of the cottage "He will sacrifice her" he whispered "Then so be it!" Rose growled.

"I love her, Rose" shocked, Rose spoke softly "He'll kill you. He will not stop until he has all of our heads" "Then we shall run until we die" he said shrugging his shoulders. Before anything else could be said, the sound of a neck snapping made them turn to see Katherine hanging from a noose.

Flashback over

"You killed yourself?" Elena said shocked "Klaus needed a human doppelganger. As a vampire, I was no longer in use to him. Same went for your doppelgänger"

"But it didn't work. You didn't really escape. You've been running from Klaus ever since." I said "I underestimated his spirit for vengeance. But living out of a suitcase is better than dying so that you could have your blood spilled over some silly Little Rock" she snarked.

"What's wrong? Afraid I'm right? You don't wanna die?" She said egging us on from the look Elena had on her face "There's another way out" she said making a small cut on her wrist "Better hurry. Your opportunity is going, going, going...and gone" she said as the cut healed "I made the other choice"

Flashback 1492

"What did you do, Katerina? I would have helped you live" Trevor said with a betrayed look on his face "You would have helped me run. That was never going to be enough" she said as she rubbed her sore neck.

"It was enough for me" "Do you not see, Trevor? She used you to help her escape and me to turn her. Klaus will see our role in this" Rose sneered "And for that, I'm sorry" "As am I...for this." Rose said with a fake smile before lunging at her with a stake.

Katherine grabbed the old woman next to her and used the woman to Shield herself from the stake. Katherine took the chance to bite the woman and drink her blood.

"Please understand..." she said breaking from the old woman "You have just signed our death sentence." Rose said horrified "Better you die than I" she said before speeding out.

Flashback over

"Rose and Trevor spent the last 500 years running because you used them. Trevor just got killed" I said with annoyance "Never thought he would have lasted that long"she chuckled "You don't even care that you ruined their lives" Elena said with a scoff "I was looking out for myself, Elena. I will always look out for myself. If you're smart, you'll do the same"

#TVD #elijah mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #rebecca mikaelson #kol mikaelson #finn mikaelson #oc #siblings #mikaelson daughter #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert

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childofaura · 1 year ago

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This might be a little different from other asks but since I asked which are your top 10 fav characters from Engage, how about I ask which is your top 10 fav characters from Three Houses and why they’re your favs?

Oh THIS one will be fun but also hard! So I will say that I love all these equally and this is in no particular order, but number 1 is for SURE number 1.

Dedue. I adore Dedue for a lot of reasons. His backstory reminds me a lot of Scar from Fullmetal Alchemist (and he even kind of looks like him too, lol), but rather than violence and vengeance he's just incredibly patient and even-tempered. And I really like that out of both the personal retainers (Hilda and Hubert), how unique he is. He has no Crest and nor is he a noble who is made to serve the leaders, but it's rather that Dimitri showed him such kindness and giving him that second chance. Plus he's just so kind and compassionate to the others, and very hard-working and loyal (and handsome). There was no chance that I WASN'T going to fall in love with him. So yeah I will marry Dedue in every Three Houses playthrough (and support in every Three Hopes playthrough).

2. Catherine. I will say this: Everyone's got a "I'm not gay BUT-" kind of character. Sometimes even multiple types of that character. And in Three Houses, Catherine is that one for me. She's boisterous, fun, rowdy, but also just incredibly funny and also deeply self-reflective. She carries a lot of burden from killing Christophe and even though it hurts her, she still holds fast to her convictions. But also she just likes having a good time. I'm still incredibly mad IS never gave her a support with Balthus (But gave Shamir one with him instead, WHICH WHY???) because they're practically parallels to each other. Also she's pretty.

3. Alois. I am SO sad that so many people seem to not like nor care much for Alois, both in-game and in the fandom. And it hurts that even Jeralt doesn't seem to ever have any real connecting moments with him and treats him more like a nuisance, even though the game tries its damndest to imply that Jeralt sees Alois like a son (WHICH WOULD HELP IF THE TWO ACTUALLY HAD SOME DECENT DIALOGUE BETWEEN EACH OTHER!!!). Alois is the sunshine man, he gets along with practically everyone and never lets himself be dragged down by sadness or tragedy. And he's die-hard loyal to Jeralt, he even leaves the Church to follow him. I'll say it, too: The puns may be awful but I still like them, he has a sense of humor at least.

4. Rhea. This one had gone through a process because I didn't know HOW to feel about her during the Blue Lions route. I was super wary of her after the Miklan mission because she had seemed to know about the whole Beast/Relic situation without telling us first. But then the game went on, more info was coming out, and after watching the cutscenes from Silver Snow and Verdant Wind, I actually felt bad for her when all the cards were on the table. She has good intentions, and she's trying to keep the peace as best as she can, but she also isn't honest with those around her and it kind of works against her. But I understand she's trying to juggle both keeping Fodlan peaceful and protecting the last remaining Nabateans after the others were slaughtered by Nemesis and TWSitD. Also her battle theme is beautiful.

5. Manuela. Gosh that woman is a hot mess and I love her. I am so happy she's not just some bland cougar-type character but that she actually has a balanced personality. She drinks like a sailor, can't hold onto a date, but also she's an accomplished physician and famous opera-singer. She can be kind of undisciplined and unable to take things seriously, but also she does her job with a sense of duty and has a kind heart overall. And I REALLY ship her with Seteth. But also it kills me that she's Black Eagles-exclusive in Three Hopes, it's total bullshit. There's no reason a teacher for Garreg Mach would ONLY be fighting for the Empire.

6. Balthus. My weakness. My bane. A tall, gorgeous, fiery and rowdy beefcake with a surprisingly thoughtful backstory. And he's smarter than he lets on, which is why it kills me that FEH keeps flanderizing his character (and even MISCHARACTERIZING him that one time Hilda dragged him to training. Hilda. The lazy girl. Dragging Balthus. The tanked as FUCK King of Grappling who LOVES to train and fight). And I think one of the things I love the most is how he even understands just how flawed he is, though he makes the mistake of thinking people hate him for his flaws. As if there aren't hordes of fangirls wanting to marry him. He's just a genuine sweetheart and a relatively honest guy.

7. Dimitri. This one's pretty much a given, I love Dimitri the most out of the three leaders, and I feel like he had the best development and story over the other two. His downfall and his rebirth makes him probably one of the most multi-faceted lord characters of FEH. He has an incredibly compassionate heart and he's so prone to seeking peace as a solution; you see it so many times, with Dedue (which that HAD to be hard, imagine being told that an entire race of people was responsible for the death of your family and friends. But then you see a boy from that same race, not much older than yourself, injured and broken from losing his family too, and you empathize with him and save him), with Edelgard in Azure Moon when he wants a peace talk and after he defeats her, with Claude (saving him from the attack by TWSitD), and even with Miklan in Three Hopes. I adore his optimism and his ideals.

8. Seteth. Great character, responsible, a little too strict sometimes, but he's still at his core a genuinely good person. It's simply that he puts Flayn above all else, for good reason. And even with all that, he can be a little flexible sometimes, such as when he tells Manuela that he'll accompany her when she goes out drinking and he'll even be her drinking buddy. Though I feel a little cheated that we never saw a draconic form for him or Flayn, I can't imagine how hype it would have been if we got to see him transform in a cutscene or something.

9. Flayn. Under no circumstances can I put Seteth on this list without putting Flayn. She's thousands of years old and somehow she's baby. Absolutely precious and curious and selfless in helping others. And it's adorable how punctual her speech is. Flayn's just a cutie patootie and I love her.

10. Rodrigue. This man is so important and he doesn't even realize it. His whole character essentially being Dimitri's second dad is so sweet and painful when THAT event happens. And I love the fact that he's playable in Three Hopes and he gets some much-needed closure with Felix. He's incredibly likable and helpful overall.

I know I picked a lot of non-students on this list, and I DO like a lot of the students almost just as much as the ones on this list. But I definitely feel like all these characters deserved a shout-out. Stuck with Three Houses specifically since it was the ask, but I wanna put an honorable mention to Shez (both versions) and Three Hopes Miklan at the end. But yeah I'd say these 10 are probably my most favorite of all. And I DO like (most of) the students a lot.

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