#mike is a nickname of whatever their birth name is

[toxifoxx]

how would you describe william’s aesthetic?

before freddy’s, what were his interests as a kid (besides rabbits and robots obviously /silly)

did anyone find out he was trans without his knowledge? how did it impact his influence on others? maybe the kids’ perception of their father??

what are the ways does he stim? is he like a rabbit in terms of his mannerisms?

how likely is it that i could yap with him about rabbits? /silly

what kind of music does he like (do you have a playlist,,)?

what nicknames does he have for his kids (direct to each one && referring to them all)?

uhm umm … blinks . that’s all i got in me :3c

uhmmm good question! i've recieved one like this before actually and the answer was kind of uhhh i dont know. i know about four different aesthetics and none of them are particularly similar to what william has going on. and it also depends if you mean clothes-wise or… decor-wise? whatever 'deeply repressed homosexual father who used to be a theatre kid' looks like

i suppose drawing and reading! he loved sci-fi books in particular, which eventually end up being the reason why the sister location Looks Like That. and he likes drawing but never particularly becomes a professional at it, even into adulthood.

next questions got long so readmore

i think william tried to present himself as a boy in school but most kids caught onto the fact he was trans, adding another thing onto the pile of reasons to bully him for. perhaps its the reason why he had a violent outburst, leading to his parents also finding out he's trans through the school informing them. through college, most people aren't aware he's trans because he plays it off so well. even the people he's sleeping with (he insists the lights be off, and usually both him and his partner are drunk). i kinda imagine it like that one dude who had like multiple wives and they all didn't realize he was trans (i forgor his name :[…(NEVERMIND I FOUND IT IT WAS BILLY TIPTON)). as for his kids it seems likely they might find out. lizzie might have been too young to remember william being pregnant with evan and evan wouldn't have ever seen him as such, so most likely only michael knows. and he was probably taught that it was a normal, unremarkable thing that he should not bother to tell anyone about. another notable case would be medical staff with william giving birth + the springlock injury. i think clara and henry were very set on keeping things quiet there and ensured it didn't get out. actually sorry i went off the rails a bit i just realized this says wqithout his knowledge Ermmm just ignore the stuff he'd know about

YES. he does have rabbit mannerisms. i think he thumps his foot sometimes, jumps around a bit/binkies, i suppose sprawling out counts (motherfucker takes up the whole couch/desk just because he wants to be annoying). and as for stimminggg this one also counts for rabbit mannerisms but he likes chewing things i think. taps his fingers. used to do hand flapping but he essentially forced himself to stop doing it.

very likely. he loves rabbits and could talk about them for hours. and he would be quite excited for someone to share that passion i think! its not hard to prompt him into infodumping about them

i do Not have a playlist mostly because i have very few songs that are that old. however i do think he enjoys classic rock music. and i mentioned a few artists i think he might like before but id have to look for that ask. i think if it has a guitar he likes it

michael: mikey, mike elizabeth: lizzie, liz evan: doesn't really have a nickname all of them: i think he'd call them his baby bunnies in a joking manner. but also somewhat seriously. yaknow?

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ^_^ this was very fun to answer yippee!!!!

[canyouhearthelight]

Leather Houses, Ch. 3

Chapter 3 of 4 for this one!

This chapter is significantly longer than the other two if my word count is correct. Which makes sense, because this is also the chapter that took the longest to write, despite @baelpenrose encouraging me every step of the way for several months. As before, a reminder that this is a horror story. This chapter in particular gets a bit squicky on the blood and medical stuff, so read at your own risk.

For those out there who don't vibe with this kind of fiction, never fear! One last chapter after this, and I have a short retelling of a fairy tale close at hand, and a cyberpunk story after that (hopefully).

So… My name is Joannette Perkins, I guess? Matt has called me Joanie since we were seven. That's one of the few things in this whole mess that hasn't changed.

I haven't heard from him in over a week. He went to this doctor we'd never heard of before, trying to get some answers about the latest change in our - my, I guess now? - reality. He was supposed to be back at my house by five-thirty at the latest. Six o'clock rolled by, then seven, with no Mike. I tried calling his phone, but it went to voicemail. When I called the doctor's office, they acted like they'd never heard of Mitch Anderson… despite the fact, earlier that same day, they had an entire file on him dating from his birth.  I hung up the phone before she finished his last name, jumped in my car, and hauled ass to his house.

Whatever higher power exists in the universe must have heard my desperate prayers, because the sight that greeted me when I pulled in the driveway I knew as well as my own tasted like salvation.  No feeling of dread, no nausea, no pulsing veins. Just plain, white siding. Black shutters.  Concrete porch, brick lined foundation.

Mitch’s house was just a house. He wasn’t erased. He may still be alive.

But that meant that the so-called-doctor’s office was lying.

I bolted into his house, key already in hand instead of digging it out of the potted plant. Slamming the door, I looked around. Nothing seemed out of place.  After a mad dash to his bedroom, I snatched his planner off the dresser.  Matt was always so meticulous, and I had never been more grateful.  I flicked through the pages, not trusting anything in the past - just because… Mitch? Matt? Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck why couldn’t I remember my best friend’s name? - was supposedly immune to what was going on, I didn’t trust it to spread to his planner.

Finally, I reached today’s date. DCol 3.5.  Sure enough, I recognized that shorthand, and it matched what I remembered. He promised to be back at my house by 5:30PM at the latest.  Here it was, creeping up on eight o’clock, and he was nowhere to be found.  The house wasn’t transformed, but I was also battling to remember his name.

Swearing soundly, I glanced around the room. Mail.  He kept mail somewhere… his desk.  Where was his desk?  Storming through the house, I finally found a small sideboard in the living room, stuffed with neatly-filed mail.

Michael Andrews.  Every last thing in that drawer was addressed to the one name I couldn’t think of.  Logically, this had to be the right name - why keep me from even guessing such a normal name, if it wasn’t the name I was looking for? I mean… Mitch? Has anyone actually known a guy named fucking Mitch? Not even ‘Mitchell’. Just…. Mitch.

I scrambled to look at the messages in my phone.  To only mild chagrin, I saw they were nothing out of the ordinary.  Breakfast dates, good mornings and good nights, cutesy little nicknames and plans for weekend after weekend.   A romantic getaway coming up, to help ‘rekindle’ our relationship.

“Lazy fucks,” I muttered.  The only fight Mike and I ever had was over who was taking Amanda Bradford to prom.  I punched him because he took her, he hit me back because I hooked up with her in the limo.

We both dumped her, our black eyes and broken hearts a matched set. Mike and I were platonic soul mates, and how dare she do that to us?  We also both casually ignored the fact that our friendship was likely the reason we were both single. Codependency? Never met her. Anyway.  It was very clear that whoever was behind this didn’t do their homework.  Yet another piece of information we - I - could use against Them: They were fallible.  Anything that made mistakes could be beaten.

In the end, I tucked Mike’s planner under my arm and headed back to my house to plot my next move, along with anything I knew to be accurate that I thought may help me - plus his phonebook, which was currently so thin it did nothing to level his table anymore.  My biggest concern was the difficulty I had in remembering his name.  Every other detail was crisp and clear, but the name kept getting garbled.  Had they realized they couldn’t just erase people without either of us noticing?  Were they still able to mislead me, so I couldn’t ask around about him?

For the last seven days, I had done everything I could think of to find out where Mike vanished to.  He obviously didn’t disappear in the same way everyone else in town had, since his house was still just a house when I drove by twice a day to collect his mail. Calling the ‘doctor’ with the right name didn’t help, either, since it seemed he didn’t put me down as his emergency contact.  I called bullshit every time, since he had no living family and I would have been his emergency contact even if there wasn’t some fake hot-and-heavy relationship dangling in the new background.  I even drove past the address for ‘Doctor Collins’ several times, and the building looked… boring.  Like a normal medical practice.

Except that Sanderson had never had a doctor’s practice in town.  We had always driven over to Hendrix for that.

Today was the day I planned to walk into that clinic and find out exactly what happened to Mike.  A week was past, no word of him, plus more and more people were disappearing around town and leaving those horrid leather buildings. Yet his house still stood, as though he just stepped out for a minute. As reassuring as the sight was, it seemed an offense in the face of everything else going on - a sick taunt from an unknown player.  I vacillated between relief and revulsion every time I drove by, but didn’t dare park in his driveway.

Instead, I decided to lay low at my own house and get what little rest I could before what I had planned for tonight. As much as my conscience told me I should be seen around town and try to act normal, another part of me couldn’t stand to be reminded of the nightmarish ghost town I lived in now.

As hard as it was to believe, I managed to doze off into fitful sleep at some point. When I woke up, it was dark outside and the clock read nine at night. I shook the sleep out of my head and picked up the planner on my bedside table. 

DCol 3.5

Right. “Doctor” Collins’ clinic, looking for Mike.  I pulled my tennis shoes on and dug a permanent marker out of the kitchen junk drawer.  In the largest letters I could manage, I scrawled “Don’t Sleep” on the back of my forearm, and “Save Mike” on the inside.  The fog was already trying to descend and push him out, fighting back with every letter of his name that I managed to write. In the end, I was breathing heavily and leaning against my counters. It took a few minutes to catch my breath, but eventually I stood up and was brushing my hair out of my face when something caught my eye.

Save Mike.

At least it works, I realized guiltily. I made sure to keep my arm in my field of vision as I looked up the doctor’s office and set the GPS on my phone to take me there. With the nagging voice coming from my pocket, I grabbed my keys and climbed in the car.  It took several wrong turns and a strong reminder not to throw my phone out of the window, but I eventually pulled up outside the nondescript clinic, squinting against the darkness.

I glanced around and saw no other vehicles at the clinic or even on the street nearby. Made sense, I supposed - whatever weird shit they were doing here, witnesses were probably a bad idea.  I was pretty sure that walking in the front door was still an awful idea, so I slowly made my way around the building looking for another entrance.  There had to be one for deliveries, ri - 

Bingo. Ugly standard door with a deadbolt, meet girl with a juvie rap sheet shorter than it probably should be. It took long enough to make me mad at myself, but I managed to get both locks open.  I held my breath and screwed my eyes shut, throwing a silent prayer to anything listening that the alarm wouldn’t be armed.

Apparently the right person heard, because the only sound was the creak of the door hinges and my heart thundering in my ears.  Not giving it a chance to catch up, I darted inside and made sure to lock the door behind me - if nothing else, it would hopefully slow someone down if I got caught.  Unfortunately, that left me in a dark, unlit hallway without even a moon to shine in.

I patiently stood, chanting “Save Mike, Save Mike, Save Mike” over and over while I waited for my eyes to adjust.  The words had started to lose any sense of meaning by the time it occurred to me that I should have been able to see something by now.  Carefully, I lifted a shaking hand in front of my face.

I may as well have been blindfolded. I blinked hard a couple of times to confirm that my eyes were, in fact, open, and tried again. Nothing, and I had to suppress a shriek when I accidentally touched my own nose. A deep breath later I held my hand as far out in front of me as possible and started carefully inching forward. “Save Mike” I mouthed silently while I tried to think how far into the building the front desk would be.

When I was roughly where I estimated a door would be in a normal doctor’s office, I started waving my hand in the vicinity of the right height for a door handle.  My fingers only touched more air, so I slid forward slowly, thinking I may have been off by a couple feet.  Still nothing.

“Save Mike,” I whispered, trying to remind myself why I was in such terrifying circumstances.  I kept moving forward, step by step, fingers grasping for anything.  When I was roughly three feet past where the front door of the clinic should have been, I still hadn’t reached so much as a wall.

This is it, I thought. I’m in another nightmare, that has to be it. Trying to orient myself, I squatted down and placed my palm flat on a cool, slightly damp floor.

Don’t think about why it’s damp, I sang nervously in my head. Save Mike…

I inched my hands in the vicinity of where I was, keeping my hand on the floor.  It was much rougher than I expected. Nonetheless, I didn’t find anything in the area right around me.  I sat down, stretched one leg to my left and my right hand in the opposite direction.  I wasn’t tall by any means, but if I really was still in a hallway, it would have to be pretty damned wide if I couldn’t touch either wall like this.

My hand still met nothing but air, but right when I was about to panic, I stubbed my toe on something very large and very blunt.

Bingo!  Scooting as quickly as I could on my butt, I soon had both toes and both knees against a hard surface.  I scrambled to my feet and reached both hands for a doorknob.

I regretted that decision for the rest of my life.

The second my palm flattened on the wall, my fully-dilated eyes were scorched by a bright light.  I bent over my knees, groaning involuntarily and rubbing away tears.  After several moments, the pain subsided and I carefully cracked one eye, shocked to still be alive.  Instead of being caught like I had feared, my eyes were greeted by blurry gold lights glowing from the walls of the hallway.  I blinked several times to clear my vision, turning to the other wall to be greeted by the same blurry shapes.  No matter how many times I tried to clear the spots, they only got clearer.

Instead of dull lights, I was staring at what looked like letters.  I had no idea what they said, and I don’t know why my brain thought “letters”, but there was no doubt in my mind that was what I was looking at. Confusion made me turn my head in the direction I came from, showing that the symbols went on as far as I could see.  When I looked in the direction I had been going, I saw the same thing.

“That makes no sense,” I whispered to myself. “There’s no way…”  When I spun again, I saw the words on my arm.

“Oh god,” I remembered in horror. “Mike. MIKE!” I took off at a jog, choosing a direction at random. “Michael!”

I jogged for what seemed an eternity, shoving down thoughts that tried to make me confront the impossible nature of the hallway I was in.  Mike and I could figure it out later, I just needed to find him first.  I saw nothing even vaguely resembling a door, however, and no matter how far I went, the hallway stretched as far as I could see in both directions.  My breath was getting shorter and shorter when I decided to distract myself by focusing on the letters lighting the infinite corridor.

I was able to confirm my hunch that they were either letters or a repeating pattern - some symbols were more frequent than others, with entire sequences repeating.  I was covered with a thin sheet of sweat when I realized that they all repeated after a certain point.  Over and over, to the point that I could measure how far I had come by each repetition. It was maddening.

When I was breathing heavily and shaking with exhaustion, I stopped and screamed in frustration.  “Dammit!” I shouted. “Where’s Mike!?  I just want to find him and I’ll go!  Hell, show me a door, and I’ll just leave. I’ll find another way, if he’s still alive.  Just stop running me around in circles!”

My voice echoed, repeating the last word. Circles, I thought. Am I, though?  Am I running around in circles?  Out of ideas and desperate, I walked over to one wall and started slapping my palms against it.

I mean, it worked in the movies, right?  And it’s not like I had anything to lose - I was trapped in what seemed to be an infinite hallway, out of breath, with no food or water.  I had gotten in here somehow, so there had to be a way to get out.  I slapped and poked and prodded until my palms were numb and bleeding, nails broken back to the nail bed. There was just enough light that I could see the handprints I was leaving on the walls.

Absolutely nothing happened.

My back slammed against a wall in defeat, probably smearing bloody handprints as I slid to the floor. I banged my head back against the hard surface until I saw stars. As they cleared, I started laughing miserably. “I’m going to die in here,” I gasped, tears leaking from my eyes. “Why the hell did I think I could save anyone? I can’t even save myself…”  Twisting to the side, I started pounding on the wall with the so-far undamaged side of one hand. Something snapped in even that, and I ended up resting my forehead against the wall, sobbing.

No food, no water, no Mike, no dignity. I just sobbed and snotted with every last shred of energy I had left. I couldn’t even be bothered to wipe my face, and gave up breathing through my nose entirely. At one point, I was trying to catch my breath and turned my head to rest one cheek against the cool material.

Even that, I only got to enjoy for about five seconds, because the wall gave way and dumped me back on the floor. I was blinded by light again, although this time it was white and from overhead. “Ow, fuck,” I swore.

The groan that answered me from nearby sent me shooting to my feet, swearing even more.  I shaded my eyes from the bright light, squinting into the room I had somehow opened.  Something lay in a heap on a table, strapped down around various parts of its mass.

“Jesus fuck, Joanie,” it groaned miserably. “Learn some new shit for once…”

I ran over, my heart pounding. “I’m going to make your face some new shit, you son of a - well, no, your mom was a fucking saint, but still!”

“Took you long enough,” he managed through dry, cracked lips.

“They tried to make me forget you,” I admitted, bracing myself on the edge of the table while I tried to remove the restraints with trembling and painful fingers.

“Are you bleeding?”

“We can talk about it later. We still need to figure out how to get out of here.”

“I don’t even know if I can walk.  They injected me with something.  Said I keep resetting or something. That I never remember?”

“Don’t know what they’re talking about, don’t care.  Walking may be the least of our issues,” I rushed out as I got the next restraint loose.  “That door I came through was something way beyond locked.  I thought I was going to die before I found you.”

Poor Mike looked incredibly confused, and I couldn’t exactly blame him - I sounded like a lunatic. “The office isn’t that big… unless they moved me?”

“Hell, they could have moved us both to another planet for all I can tell.  That hallway is not standard issue, that’s for damned sure.”  As much as I loved Mike, I knew for a fact that if I told him anything else about the hallway now, the idiot would want to see it. “I solemnly swear to tell you everything once we aren’t here anymore.”

I barely managed to get the restraints removed completely because my hands were slick with blood by the end, although I never could have told whose it was at that point.  Carefully, I helped Mike into a sitting position and made sure he was somewhat steady before looking for something to drink for the both of us. After pausing to re-steady him three or four times, all I managed to find were bags of IV fluid.

Grimacing, I stabbed one and started sucking it dry, desperate for anything to keep me going. It tasted like stale electrolyte drink, but it took every ounce of willpower to stop halfway through the bag and give it to Mike. At the first taste, he jerked his face away and spat it out. Years of practice cleaning cuts and making him eat when he was sick at least left me well-equipped to grab the back of his head and stick the corner of the bag back in his mouth. “It’s the only thing I can find to drink,” I scolded. “So we can stand here until we die of old age and dehydration, or you can quit being a big baby.”

The scowl he threw at me before he started drinking ranked just below the top ten most terrifying things I had seen that day, but eventually the bag was empty. I snagged another, stuffed it in my bra, and shoved the scalpel in my back pocket for good measure.  From this side, the door was pretty obvious, so I mentally oriented which way I needed to turn when we went through it - you know, in case direction actually mattered when you were dealing with eldritch physics or whatever made impossibly long hallways with golden runes and invisible doors.

“Okay, bud,” I grunted as I helped Mike to his feet. “Time to boogie. Through the door, hang a right.”

“Uh huh,” he panted, nodding.

“Before you know it, I’ll be shoving you in the shower,” I promised, reaching for the handle and mentally bracing myself.

“Ass.”

“You very much underestimate how bad you smell,” I muttered. “You’ve been here at least a week.”

“Real fun….” he trailed off as the door to the lab or whatever closed behind us. “Where the hell are we?”

I hiked him higher up on my shoulder and started walking. “I told you, I don’t know. But there’s air, so that’s nice.”

“Are we underground? This is - “

“I. Don’t. Know,” I repeated slowly. “And I. Don’t. Care. This should be the direction of the door I came in if I’m remembering right, so we’re going this way. Not sure it matters to the hallway, but it matters to me, so let’s get going.”

“What do you mean, if it matters!?” Great. Mike was starting to panic. Doing an awesome job, Joanie!

Hiking him higher on my shoulder again - dragging a man six inches taller than you was not an easy task - I took as deep of a breath as I could. “When I got here on the outside, this was the fake doctor’s office, complete with fake back door. As soon as I got inside, the door closed or vanished, or something. It was pitch black, I couldn’t find a wall, and because I couldn’t see, it took forever to realize I had walked way too far to not have slammed into the front door. Blah, blah, blah, kept going like a dumbass, blah blah, turned around, found a wall, it lit up…” I waved my spare hand around. “So at least there’s light?”

That seemed to help, because he at least started walking instead of half-stumbling, half-being dragged. “Whatever they injected me with messed up my eyes, I think.” He rubbed them, almost punching me in the cheek.

“Hey, we don’t want to barf, so that’s something,” I joked. I am soooo not telling him that he can probably see them fine, they’re just gibberish.

“Are there any more people missing?” he asked after a few minutes of walking.

“Not that I can tell. You were the last one, so far. And your house is still… you know, your house. Maybe the program or whatever got stuck?”

A rueful chuckle shook him as he stumbled against me slightly. “Sure. Leather houses, people who don’t exist anymore, hallways that can’t exist but do…. A program makes as much sense as anything.”

“That, a psychotic break, magic, or aliens are pretty much our options.” I dragged him more towards the middle of the hallway as he stumbled again.

“Sure,” he sighed. “All of the above, hell. Why not?”

A damp skittering noise made me look down. “Did you kick something? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” Mike stopped and stared dumbly at his feet. “What would I have kicked?”

“The… gravel…” I trailed off as I realized the gravel I had cut my hands on before was gone. The floor was completely smooth now.

Which explained the noise even less.  Especially when I heard it again.

“Mike, we gotta move. I think the tunnel is closing up behind us, or falling apart, or just found a new way to fuck with me.” I gripped the wrist over my shoulder firmly and grabbed his waist hard enough to make him yelp. “Let’s go…” I urged, dragging him as fast as I could.

“Joanie,” he tried to complain, panting slightly. “I can’t…”

A loud, sucking, grumbling noise cut him off.

“Never mind,” he finished, finally picking up the pace. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“That’s the spirit!”

We were both panting soon - Mike from trying to run after whatever they did to him, me from trying to keep him upright as he kept stumbling sideways.

“Fuck!” I swore when my shoulder barked into the wall. “Dammit, Mike! I get that you’re unsteady, but at least try to wobble in both directions!”

That damned skittering again. Every nerve ending in my body was now set to ‘gotta go, don’t get eaten, don’t get buried’.

“Then quit steering me into the wall!” he argued back. “I’m doing my best, here. But I can go forward or where you send me, not both!”

“I’m just trying to keep you from running me into the wall, dumbass!” Nopenopenope, I did not hear another gurgle, I definitely did not. Nope.

“Running me into the other one isn’t -” This time he steered me into the wall hard enough to knock me down, wrenching my arm from around his waist painfully.

Swearing, I pushed myself up from the floor and leaned my back against the wall, bracing myself to get up. “Damn it, that’s what I was talking about!” I managed to get up, but Mike was still in the way.  How he hadn’t fallen when I did was beyond me, but nonetheless I ducked back under his arm and started walking as fast as I could away from whatever was making those horrible noises behind us.  I gave up entirely on steering him toward the middle and just focused on going forward and avoiding walking into the wall on my side.

“Janie,” Mike panted eventually.

“Mm hmm.”

“Those noises are getting louder.”

“Nope. No they aren’t. There aren’t any noises.”

“It sounds like a really big stomach full of marbles is behind us.”

I groaned, curling my shoulder away from the wall again. “If you keep talking about it, I can’t keep pretending not to hear it, Mike.” 

The wet growling noise happened again, and this time Mike was the one sent stumbling.  Fortunately for us both, he flung his left arm out and braced himself on the wall beside me.

Well. I thought it was fortunate, at least.

“What the fuck!?” he shouted, jerking his hand away like the wall burned it. “That can’t be there!”

“Keep walking….” I insisted, nudging him forward. “And I told you that you kept walking me into the wall!”

“Walking…. Walking….” he singsonged before hissing in my ear. “Janey that wall can’t be there because of this.” He grabbed the hand I had wrapped around him and stretched my fingers out.

Dragging them against a wall.

“Oh, hell no,” I muttered, gently pushing him ahead of me. Bracing my hands on his hips, I kept leading him. “Go, go, gogo go go go.”

He started jogging. “Don’t need to tell me again…”

“Great,” I complained. “First time in my life you ever listen to me the first time, and it’s because a hallway is trying to eat us.”

He jogged a little faster. “Not helping, Joannette!”

“You’re going faster, so I beg to differ, Michael!” The growling and skittering happened again, close enough and loud enough that I smelled something rank and my hair blew against my face.

“Heard it!” was the only thing Mike said before speeding up.

By this point I could touch both walls with my fingertips, something I very much regretted wishing for previously. “Do you see anything ahead?” I cried, panic edging into my voice. “A light, eyes, words, anything?”

“I think I see a door, but it’s too far away!”

Like hell it was. “I don’t care what that receptionist at work told you, you are not disabled, dude! You did cross country… Move your ass!”

“That was in high school!” he shouted back, speeding up more anyway. “And I’ve been tortured for a week!”

Another fetid growl brushed against my cheek. “And I’ll make that seem like a fucking vacation if I get eaten by the Hall of Eternal Stench!” I squeaked, bracing my hands on his shoulders and pushing as hard as I could to make him go faster.

The further we went, the tighter the hall was getting, much more noticeably now. My elbows were tucked against my sides, palms still dragging on both walls, by the time Mike shouted that we were almost there.

“It’s not locked!” I screamed. “I didn’t lock it behind me!”

My blood turned to ice as something sharp drew down my back. I bolted forward, slamming into Mike and knocking him to the floor. I barely managed to steady myself before what felt like the same thing dragged past my ankle.

Not five seconds later, Mike started screaming. Not from fear… this was like the time he had broken his ankle and seen bone sticking out.

He was screaming in pain.

Before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed the scalpel from my back pocket and slashed as far as I could behind me, whipping my whole body around from the force of adrenaline.  Whatever was behind us hissed, and I could see a dark flicker retreat past my ankles.

“Mike?” I asked as calmly as I could, trying to force my eyes to see whatever it was. “Are you still alive?”

Panicked, wheezing shrieks answered me.

“That works,” I tried to assure him. “I need you to crawl forward until you feel the door, okay?” My voice was trembling, but I wasn’t screaming, so I counted that as a win.

After some scuffling noises behind me, I heard his voice smaller than it had been since he’d hit puberty. “I’m.. I’m there.”

Thinking hard and still trying to see something in front of my face, I carefully backed up until my feet bumped into him. “That’s you, right?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“Awesome. The door handle should be on the right.” No. It was on the right from the outside. “Left! Left! The handle should be on the left. I need you to scoot as far to the left of the door as you can, okay?  You can sit against my legs if you need to.”  Something as dark as the hallway was flickering across the now-faint runes on the walls.   I couldn’t even force my brain to make up a shape, there were too many… somethings. Limbs, things, creatures - 

“I - I - I moved.”

“Can you climb up my back to stand? We’re only going to have one shot at this.”

Clumsily, he used me as a ladder to get to his feet.  Something had him leaning against me heavily.

“Mike, can you walk?”

“My foot, I… I think it cut something. I tried to stand on it, but it won’t take any weight. Like my ACL, but lower.”

Fuuuuuuuck, that wasn’t good. “You’re my best friend, Mike.  My best person.  I wouldn’t have done all this stupid shit if you weren’t.”

“I know,” he answered hesitantly. “And I’m glad to be your person.”

The shapes on the walls were incredibly close, but still too far away for me to hit anything as I slashed outward.

“How close is the door?”

“My hand is on it.”

“Awesome.”  Still lashing out at the darkness, I could tell the sigils were fading and we were running out of time.  Mentally, I mapped where the door and handle were, arm burning as I ran out of energy.

“You love me, Mike?”

“Love you. You’re my best friend.”

“Love you, too. And I’m sorry.” Closing my eyes, I whipped around and reached past him.

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[enzohuang]

i have no excuse but love me still thank you

[ lewis tan, cis male, he/him ] - was that ENZO HUANG i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for TWENTY-THREE YEARS and works as a DRUG DEALER & MECHANIC AT MIKE’S AUTO SERVICE has a reputation of being SPIRITED, but also VOLATILE. they reside in FOG GATES & people in town usually associate them with MELANCHOLY FEELING OF WALKING AROUND LATE AT NIGHT, PLAYING WITH FIRE & BLACK LEATHER JACKETS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warnings: parental death, bank robbery, murder, drugs, violence 

BASICS

full name: enzo huang

nickname: enz

date of birth: january 18, 1985 

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: drug dealer & mechanic

birthplace: new york, new york (the bronx specifically) 

sexuality: heterosexual 

height: 6′3″

BACKGROUND

enzo huang had a really good childhood. for about 5-12 years (depending on how old his younger sister will be, which will be a wc sent to the main!!), he was the sole child of christine & tai huang. he was extremely spoiled because whatever he wanted, he got

he was a happy and social kid, always surrounded by friends, always eager to play but also pretty attentive to his surroundings because that’s how he was raised. he was born and raised in the bronx so he’s definitely got his guard up from a young age, and he’s learned to be friendly to a lot of people but not trust many

he liked running a lot, and by the time he was in middle school, he was part of the track team, with a promising future in marathon and shot put

at the age of 15 though, his entire life changed when his parents left to go to the bank and never came back. it was a bank robbery that unfortunately had casualties, both his parents included. it made national news because the people suspected to have been involved had been on fbi’s most wanted list for years 

enzo’s entire life changed that day. because he and his sister were still underage, they were shipped off to their closest living relative, catherine graves, a woman who lived in salem but moved to nightrest when she was given the opportunity to become a news anchor 

enzo was definitely NOT impressed when he came to nightrest. it was a shitty town in the middle of nowhere. the only thing he liked was when it was summer time, and tourists flocked towards the beaches. 

as someone who was so used to the hustle and bustle of new york city, the sleepiness and quaintness of the town was foreign to him

catherine was nice to him and his sister, but she was married to her job and her job alone. always chasing after the next story. always wanting to be the first on the scene. she cared for them, but wasn’t exactly caring, wasn’t particularly present

this gave enzo the opportunity to do whatever he wanted tbh

started hanging out with the “bad crowd” because he had so much anger in him that he needed an outlet. sex, drugs, alcohol, you name it 

didn’t go to college, but immediately started working so he could save up because he wanted to travel and eventually, he was able to. 

when his sister was old enough to be left alone, he made his way back to new york for a few years because he couldn’t shake the feeling that that was his true home. 

also spent some time traveling to other cities but he always came back to nightrest, mostly to see how his sister was doing

eventually came to stay when someone he spent his last few years of high school with offered him a job as security at first for a night club in salem, which turned into him being roped into the business, eventually becoming a drug dealer for nightrest, for a gang situated in salem proper 

he’s moved up the ranks since then, but still deals drugs, mostly to the douchey people in the yacht club. it was laughable how easily he could ruin the reputations of these clean cut men with their perfect, little house wives if he chose to but he knew when to keep his mouth shut

to keep curious eyes away, he also got a job as a mechanic because he had always been pretty good with his hands 

he was settling into the life in nightrest (even though he still spent most of his weekends at salem) when his aunt decided to date this guy that enzo immediately disliked. there was just something absolutely off about this guy and it was like his aunt chose not to see it 

he figured it was just a mid-life crisis on his aunt’s part, but three years ago, he took a life for the first and only time solely because of self-defense

enzo came to sunday dinner to see his aunt with a gun to her head, after a particularly nasty fight with her boyfriend

one thing led to another, enzo got a hold of the gun and his aunt’s boyfriend died 

it was self-defense but given the fact that he already had a record by then, the court denied that it was justifiable homicide and sentenced him to five years

he got out after two and a half years because of good behavior 

he’s been out officially for about seven months now and is still rebuilding his life. got his job at mike’s auto service back and still went back to the gang that he was with

still deals drugs and is just a lot meaner now

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ spirited, protective, resourceful

- volatile, resentful, disinterested

FUN FACTS

very much a coffee person. hates tea with so much passion

has very restless hands

usually seen smoking tbh (cigs & spliffs, he smokes them all) 

will literally kill for his younger sister and didn’t think he had it in him to kill for his aunt, but he did it anyway

in another life, he could have been a track star or a rockstar like music is very important to him and he likes to play his guitar (but none of that acoustic stuff thank you) 

definitely got some anger issues tbh 

is a dickhead i’m sorry in advance 

really doesn’t like it when people try to get in his business 

hates rich people unless he can play them like a fiddle for their money

doesn’t really care if you’re in a relationship or even if you’re married. if you’re down, so is he

hard pass on having kids like that life is not for him tbh 

goes running a lot

WANTED PLOTS

his younger sister (to be sent to the main!)

ride or die

more friends because he needs them

exes that ended on bad terms 

exes that ended on good terms

that one ex he was seeing before he got locked up 

people he met while he was traveling

new york buddies (possibly childhood friends?) 

ex-friends

good influence

flirtationship

family friends

opposites attract kind of friendship/relationship maybe!!

someone he’s actively a bad influence on (who actually likes that)

enemies

clients (both as a drug dealer and as a mechanic)

friends who won’t hesitate to call him out on his shit 

a forced blind date that ended in disaster

i’m more than willing to plot all the things !!!!!

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Isaac Marino / Zac Marino (2021)

The Seventh of Damien’s Hounds Zac Marino

The brother of Billie and one of Damien’s Hounds, Isaac Marino, is a very aggressive man (young man, teenager?). Isaac is a wrestler and a third generation wrestler, being part of the youngest generation of wrestlers in the Marino family.

“Rule nine of wrestling, whatever you do, don’t piss off a giant if you can help it.”

Name

Full Legal Name: Isaac Juan Bautista Marino

First Name: Isaac

Meaning: From the Hebrew name ‘Yitzchaq’ meaning 'he will rejoice’ derived from 'tzachaq’ meaning 'to laugh’

Pronunciation: ee-sa-AK

Origin: English, Spanish, Catalan, French, Jewish, Biblical, Biblical Latin

Middle Name: Juan Bautista

Meaning: Combination of 'Juan (Spanish and Manx form of 'Iohannes’, the Latin form of the Late Greek name 'Ioannes’, itself derived from the Hebrew name 'Yochanan’ meaning 'Yahweh is gracious’, from the roots ’ yo’ referring to the Hebrew God and 'chanan’ meaning 'to be gracious’) and 'Bautista’ (Spanish form of 'Baptiste’, which means 'baptist’ in French, originally deriving from Greek 'bapto’ meaning 'to dip’), given in honour of Saint John the Baptist

Pronunciation: khwan-bow-TEES-ta

Origin: Spanish

Surname: Marino

Meaning: Derived from the given name 'Marino’ which itself is the Spanish and Italian form of 'Marinus’. 'Marinus’ comes from the Latin word 'Marinus’ meaning 'of the sea’

Pronunciation: ma-REE-no

Origin: Spanish

Alias: Zac Marino

Reason: Ring Name

Nicknames: Ike, Zac, Jubie, Bau-Bau

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 17

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Cuban

Ethnicity: Hispanic / Latino

Birth Date: July 27th 2004

Symbols: Lighters, Microphones

Sexuality: Questioning

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: Spanish

Spoken Languages: Spanish, English, Portuguese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'White Rabbit’ - Egypt Central

Voice Actor: Oscar Isaac

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Current Location: On the road / Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Hometown: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Appearance

Height: 5'7" / 170 cm

Weight: 170 lbs / 77 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Shaves when wrestling

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2021) 1

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2021) Damien Lucifarian, Vi Lucifarian, Geia Lucifarian, Honey Lucifarian, Eli Lucifarian, Sara Lucifarian, Yeray Marino, Flo Marino, Bano Marino, Judi Marino, Rino Marino, Nat Marino, Mac Marino, Ros Marino, Zac Marino, 'Monster’ Mike, Sakurako, Ash Thunder

Enemies: (As of Jan 2021) Kirby Kingston, Eddie Kingston, The Rhydderch Clan

Friends: Benjamin Nye, Isaiah Winter, Walter Di Napoli, Oscar Grady-Sullivan, Neil Pritchard, Uaithne Rhydderch, Yorick O’ Hannegan, Napoleon Rhydderch, Baggi Mulrennan, Ogden Rhydderch, York Rhydderch, Nash McDermott, Paden McConnell

Colleagues: Too many to list

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Yvonne Rhyddderch

Mentor: Yago Marino

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of note

Parents: Yago Marino (58, Father), Florencia Marino (59, Mother, Née Palomo)

Parents-In-Law: N/A

Siblings: Bienvenida Marino (38, Sister), Urbano Marino (35, Brother), Judith Ibarra (32, Sister, Née Marino), Quirino Marino (29, Brother), Natividad Marino (26, Sister), Macario Marino (23, Brother), Rosaura Marino (20, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Hortensia Marino (36, Urbano’s Wife, Lozano), Xavier Ibarra (33, Judith’s Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Emperatriz Romero-Marino (18, Niece), Antonio Huerta-Marino (15, Nephew), Triana Santos-Marino (12, Niece), Lorenzo Marino (15, Nephew), Paz Marino (12, Niece), Casilda Ibarra (12, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: The Underworld

Trainer: Sabas Marino, Yago Marino, Tercero Marino, Ramiro Marino, Pastor Marino, Olegario Marino, Nicanor Marino, Jair Marino, Heliodoro Marino, Facundo Marino, C.R.C Wrestling School

Managers: Florencia Marino

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 2020

Debut Match: Zac VS Odin Rhydderch. Zac won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Lucifarians (2020-)

Teams: The Hounds (Zac & Bano / Judi / Rino / Nat/ Mac / Ros)

Regular Moves: Camel Clutch, Discuss Clothesline, Dropkick, Forearm Club, Leaping Shoulder Block, Slingshot Splash

Finishers: Front Powerslam, Cobra Clutch

Refers To Fans As: The Watchful Eyes

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of note

[threadus]

CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME. anthony m. chainey‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ NICKNAME. chainey,‎‏‏‎ tony (hates), ‎‏‏‎ ‎beanstalk, skinny, jolly green giant, daisy chain ALIASES.‏ - ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PRONOUNS. he/him, they/them ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HEIGHT.‎ 6'8 ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ AGE. presumably seventeen, maybe eighteen. ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ZODIAC. libra‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english (fluent), asl (basic, thanks to davey in later verses), italian (incredibly basic, mother was the primary teacher, mike never bothered continue teaching anthony when she died, and anthony never bothered learning more on his own)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR.‎‏‏‎ naturally sleek, straight, and black, now reduced to a choppy, frizzy, black/white/blue mess‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ FACIAL HAIR. N/A EYES. once dark brown when alive, now gray and clouded over. his eyesight is incredibly bad; he used to wear contacts + keep a spare pair of glasses around pre-death. SKIN TONE. deathly pale with a bluish tint; uneven and mottled in some places. in life, his skin was more of an olive tone. BODY TYPE. lanky as hell, a bit underweight - he hit an insane growth spurt and clearly never got used to the extra height. VOICE. mid-range and a touch nasal, tends to crack a bit when he gets wound up DOMINANT HAND.‏‏ left POSTURE. slouches a LOT in an attempt to hide his towering height. tends to be quite stiff, as well. SCARS. one starting at the top of his right cheekbone and ending at his jawline. an open wound at the base of his neck, covered by his hair (presumed cause of death)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH. HOMETOWN. sovereign city, oregon SIBLINGS.‎‏‏‎ ‎N/A PARENTS. ‎‏‏birth mother (deceased) and birth father (michael 'mike' chainey; alive; incredibly strained relationship when anthony was alive)

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION.‎‏‏‎ student (former; was in his senior year of high school), unwilling test subject for the palmer institute of undead studies CURRENT RESIDENCE. an old, run down, sparsely furnished garage at the edge of the palmer institute’s property. nothing says home sweet home like a guarded and gated nightmare. CLOSE FRIENDS. jerimiah ‘davey’ jones, samantha 'sam' hyde, owen wright (pre-death + post-death in later verses) FINANCIAL STATUS. lol. the palmer institute does not pay him for his ‘services’. ‎‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ DRIVER'S LICENSE.‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏yes (though it's no longer valid)‏‏‎ CRIMINAL RECORD. ‎‎n/a. VICES.‏‏‎ ‎‎easily jealous. used to have a bit of a drinking problem that spiraled out of control in the months leading up to his death.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual (slight pref for masculine people) PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. ‎switch, mostly - does enjoy being taken care of, though LOVE LANGUAGE. gift-giving, acts of service, quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. drawn to more outgoing/extroverted people, the kinds who’ll drive him out of his comfort zone. ‎falls hard and falls fast. ‎‏‏‎can be quite clingy‎, but ultimately will try to mold himself into whatever his partner seems to want/need at the time ‏‏. pretends to hate pda and won’t usually initiate it, but if his partner does, he’ll secretly melt. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. epic last song - does it offend you, yeah? / waves - dean lewis / swallow the batteries - ky vöss HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎pre-death, he loved to cook and was quite good at it! post-death, he tends to go along with whatever davey’s up to that day, whether it be prowling the streets of sov. city, or clicking through the three fuzzy channels presented to them with the shitty antenna in the garage. SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. in the gutter lol. he’s very good at brushing things off in the moment, but tends to take a lot of shit to heart and lets it fester after. constantly second guessing himself and is extremely self conscious.

[smallmxgic]

shannon johnstone

BASICS

FULL NAME: shannon dominique johnstone NICKNAME(S): shan AGE: 26 DATE OF BIRTH: april 21st ZODIAC SIGN: taurus PLACE OF BIRTH: seattle, washington ETHNICITY: biracial, half black, half white NATIONALITY: american GENDER: cis female SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic RELIGION: catholic, neopagan OCCUPATION: social worker LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, bits of german from nathan ACCENT: western american

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: nesta cooper HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 140 lbs BUILD: thin, lean muscle TATTOOS: sun/moon/star triangle on the inside of her right wrist [x] PIERCINGS: double lobes, right industrial DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: big, natural, curly hair

PERSONALITY

POSITIVES: reliable, loyal, protective NEGATIVES: stubborn, hard headed LIKES: coffee, football, kids, cats DISLIKES: bullies, all dogs that aren’t Hans, sitting still, clutter

FAMILY

FATHER: christopher johnstone MOTHER: shawna johnstone SIBLING(S): jason (older brother), sam (older brother), mickey (little brother), jenny (little sister) FAMILIAR: long haired black cat named gruber FINANCIAL STATUS: lower middle class

BIOGRAPHY

shannon has always had a dominant, in your face, personality. being the middle of five kids sort of requires you to find a way to stick out & build your place in life. she refused to be left on the sidelines, always wanting to be in the middle of whatever her siblings were up to; sometimes that got her in trouble, sometimes resulted in all sorts of fun. that bold personality continued through school, only developing further when she & her classmates reached the age where bullying became a regular thing– something she absolutely refused to let slide. it wasn’t uncommon for her to get in the middle of a group of kids on the playground, defending whoever was unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of harsh words (& sometimes shoves). which is how she met nathan & mike and resulted in their sibling-like bond & friendship. finding out all three of them come from magic backgrounds only solidified that bond further, making them completely inseparable. it took shannon a couple years after graduating high school to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, but once she did, she had the full support of her family and her best friends. Including Nathan quietly helping pay for her schooling since Shannon’s family couldn’t afford to help her. Neither of them talk about the fact it happened, but she’s grateful all the same for her best friend’s unwavering support and belief in her.

VERSES

v;; nine herbs? try me instead (witch)

doing her own thing with mike & nathan at her side, taking care of as many kids as she can along the way.

v;; a kid’s hero (human)

all the same, just without the magic

[mikelcastell]

(jacob elordi, he/him + cis man, 22) | well of course you’ve heard of (mikel castell), right? they are a (second) year student taking (mathematics) at rye university, and as per the blinds, they are like (dog-eared books with broken spines, drumming fingers on surfaces, pages full of operations instead of doodles)

hi, hello ella here! okay so this character has been living rent free in my mind but i hadn’t had the chance to play him until now so let’s see how that goes, hopefully i wont flop lmao

basic information.

NAME: mikel river castell

NICKNAME: anything but mike pls

GENDER: cis man

PLACE OF BIRTH: nimbin, new south wales, australia

HOMETOWN: brisbane, australia

DATE OF BIRTH: september 29th, 1998

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MAJOR: mathematics

background.

tw: drugs, some child neglect

mikel had everything but a normal childhood. his parents were too young when they had him and while he knows he was not planned, his parents reassured him that he was but we all know that is bs.

his parents met during a festival and by the time mikel was born they were living in nimbin which you could say is a hippie commune. and his parents really were into the whole alternative lifestyle. it was really not the place to raise a child but somehow they sort of made it work.

while nimbin was labeled as a drug addled town, it was a lot more. there was an outpouring of creativity and life. kids there didn’t have a bed hour or any sort of schedule. they were free to do as they pleased, which not always brought good outcomes. 

for the first six years of his life he grew up there but then something changed. rather, his parents changed. perhaps they matured or maybe the drugs had messed up that much with their brains that made them “responsible” whatever it was, mikel was not happy.

they left nimbin and moved to brisbane. they even enrolled him into a normal school which meant goodbye to long hair, wearing a uniform rather than worn out band t-shirts his neighbors had given him and were probably twice his size. 

his parents got different jobs, and tried to become functional members of society or whatever that means. just six years old, but mikel was pissed at this change of lifestyle. ofc he was too young to understand that nimbin was everything but a good place to raise your kids. he didn’t see the bad side of the town, the wasted youth.

however, despite their best efforts, his parents struggled to stay clean although they did learn how to keep it on the low and keep the picture perfect reputation. 

he was just twelve years old when the next biggest change happened: his parents got loaded and decided to move to california.

they moved to a modern farmhouse with spectacular rolling lawns and majestic trees in malibu. his parents became rich after coming up with a healthy lifestyle brand. this way his parents could use some of that old llifestyle they used to have and make bank out of it. it was pretty hypocritical if you ask mikel.

while other kids drank their apple juice, he was already discovering the benefits of green juice. whenever he came down with the flu they would take him to the best holistic ‘doctor’ in california and of course, he attended those schools that force you to take a class in the woods.

it could have been worse, a lot worse but that didn’t make it good either. eden didn’t want a normal life, but he also didn’t want this life. he wanted a bit of everything, he wanted to embrace and accept the good and bad thoughts, he wanted to be this perfect flower boy his parents craved for, and he also wanted to be out there drinking on the sidewalk or smoking with his friends. he wanted to experience as much as possible. 

freshly minted out of high school, he decided to take the road and live on his van for a year and travel across the country (as one does naturally). 

college was never in his plans if he even had a plan but in his quest to experience everything, he enrolled into it. however, he didn’t expect it to be this different. he’d been surrounded by rich kids before but they all had the same crazy parents as he did. 

he decided to major in mathematics, as he always had a fascination for numbers. 

personality

pretty free-spirited, has no issues calling out people’s bullshit. i wouldn’t say he’s a party guy, in fact, he enjoys being on his own.

likes to read but most of the time he’s doing just operations for fun or playing the drums.

fully believes in karma. 

i wouldn’t say he’s an activist because he’s too lazy to actually go on a protest but he’s morally supportive (which means shit buy you do you)

his holy grail is communication. which means he never can watch a movie bc his argument is always “we could have saved two hours of this if they would have learned the power of communication” (YES I DO TOO WANT TO PUNCH HIM. 

anyway, i guess we can say he’s emotionally intelligent. he’s not here for fake friendships. 

he doesn’t deal well with criticism

talking about hypocrites, he values honesty and people open up as long as he’s not the one doing it. he simply doesn’t ask for help or pays attention to his own issues.

might be high 60% of the time which is an improvement to the past years.

[littledebs]

𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒊, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒊

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

aka The Middle (Wo)man aka your local Southside girly!

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: Debra Lynn Foster

nickname(s): Deb, Debbie

age: Twenty

date of birth: March 3rd, 1979

hometown: Cherry, California

current location: Cherry, California

orientation: Heterosexual

religion: Atheist

occupation: Southside Gang Member & Server at The Pit

living arrangements: Lives w/ her dad

language(s) spoken: English

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: Maude Apatow

hair color: Brown

eye color: Brown

height: 5′4

FAMILY

father: Mike Foster

mother: LaDonna Berry

PERSONALITY

sun/moon/rising: Pisces/Scorpio/Scorpio

label: The Middle (Wo)man

likes: dark sodas, 80s music, cold pizza, running off to cherry proper, looking up at the stars on the beach, getting to know new people, anything lemon flavored, & old movies

dislikes: being considered less than because of where she comes from, being in the southside gang, overtly mainstream music, spaghetti, & upsetting her dad

positive traits: loyal, diplomatic, efficient, obedient, & perceptive.

negative traits: submissive, defensive, resentful, selfish, & volatile

BIOGRAPHY

CHILDHOOD:

Debra Lynn Foster was born to LaDonna Berry and Mike Foster on March 3rd, 1979. The pair never married. In fact, they were barely dating when Debra was born. LaDonna and Mike had a tumultuous relationship, spanning from high school up until their daughter was born. Growing up, Debra was shifted between house to house, weekend to weekend, with each parent. She was lucky her mom lived near the outskirts of Cherry Proper and little Debbie dreamed of being able to maybe go to the beaches there or hanging out with the kids that lived in Cherry, but she was always ripped back down to reality when she’d go to her dad’s house.

Mike was a part of the Southside Gang since he was a teenager. It seemed like a right of passage for anyone who was raised in the southside of Cherry and while Mike had hoped he’d have a son to pass the torch to when the time came, he only had Debra. Since she was a child, Mike had molded Debra to be the perfect gang member. Most kids got to go to the arcade on weekends while Debra went to the shooting range. She never enjoyed it, but she never complained. Not when she wanted to make her dad and friends proud. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone ever made it out of the southside.

TEENAGEHOOD:

By the time Debra was sixteen, she had fully cemented herself as a member of the Southside Gang. She had her best friend, The Right Hand, who seemed keen on being a part of the gang for as long as they could. The older the got, the more Debra realized that a life of crime wasn’t for her. She loved the gang, they were her family, but she wanted so much more in her life. She wanted to run down the beach, laughing with her friends. Not planning out robberies and murders. 

ADULTHOOD:

Debra has spent the last few years skating by, doing petty crimes, and whatever’s asked of her from the gang. She’s not exactly a meek figure around the gang. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Despite her own feelings of wanting to leave and desire for something outside of the Southside gang, she’s a loyal member to their cause. It’s all she’s ever known. Now that summer has hit and parts of Cherry Proper have burned to a crisp, Debra’s gotten a job. It was suggested to her by her dad and other members of the gang who said it would be unsuspecting of her and would allow her to keep an eye on those in Cherry Proper. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know that she’s looking for her job as her way out of the Southside.

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[maggiexrhodes]

Introducing Maggie Rhodes!

BIRTH NAME :  Margaret Elizabeth Rhodes ALIAS  /  NICKNAME :  Maggie, Mags AGE :  39 DATE  OF  BIRTH : March 25, 1983 PLACE OF BIRTH : Bridgeport, ME RESIDENCE :  Old Bridgeport (lighthouse) TW : Alcoholism, Divorce, Pregnancy

EDUCATION : Bachelor degree in English OCCUPATION :  Author, lighthouse owner

GENDER :   Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY :  Bisexual

FACECLAIM :  Kate Siegel

HAIR COLOR : Brunette EYE  COLOR :  Blue HEIGHT : 5′8″ BUILD : Slim SCENT :  YSL

TATTOOS :  None PIERCINGS :  Ears, tongue (as a teen) BEAUTY HABITS : Wears very little makeup unless there’s an event

ZODIAC : Aries TEMPERAMENT : Choleric HOGWARTS HOUSE :  Ravenclaw ELEMENT : Fire

CLOTHING :  Cardigans, knitted sweaters, pants HAIR STYLE : Medium, curly

PHYSICAL AILMENTS :  Headaches ALLERGIES : Mint

EATING HABITS : Whatever she feels like, coffee EXERCISE HABITS : None SLEEPING HABITS :  Gets about 7 hours a night, hard sleeper

SOCIABILITY : Directive

BODY  TEMP :  97.7 ADDICTIONS :  Alcohol (recovering) DRUG  USE :  Pot (here and there) ALCOHOL USE :  None

POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Ambitious, protective NEGATIVE TRAITS : Stubborn, blunt PHOBIAS :  Deep water FEARS :  Losing her family, not being enough

HOBBIES :  Writing, reading, spending time with her family, singing HABITS :   Playing with rings, squinting when focusing USUAL DEMEANOR : RBF

FATHER :  Malcolm Rhodes MOTHER : Leanne Rhodes SIBLINGS :  Patrick & Olivia Rhodes PARTNERS : Mike (ex-husband) CHILDREN :  Audrey (6), Grace (3), unborn baby

INSPIRATIONS :  Theo Crain (Haunting of HIll House), Erin (Midnight Mass), Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Mary Lennox (Secret Garden), Morticia & Wednesday Addams (Addams Family)

BIOGRAPHY

The first of the Rhodes children and one to always know how to make an entrance, Maggie made her debut into the world on her father’s birthday; conveniently getting him out of the party. Ever since, she has been one to know how to get the attention she wanted from crying to get her mom during her performances on Broadway and even ending up as a child on Broadway herself. She’d join her mom on stage a few times growing up; ending when she was thirteen. During this time, she was extremely close to her mother and wanted to be exactly like her. She remembers this time of her life being happy, especially with the addition of her siblings, but to her, she felt all good things need to come to an end.

For her, the ending happened when she was thirteen. Her mom had been drinking and there was an emergency which led her to drive. The car crashed and Maggie became very scared. For a long time, she refused to even get into the car and then refused to do so with her mother. She started acting out towards her mom and even trying to pour out liquor bottles to try to get her to stop drinking. She was very angry towards all this and it constantly showed.

The summer before high school, she demanded to go to a real school instead of being home school. So, the family moved permanently to Bridgeport and she started going to school. Finally having a regular social life she craved, Maggie met Eddie King and several others in town and she quickly became decently popular, but she was also one to skip school and sneak out at night to go to parties. Her and Eddie started dating and they had a happy relationship up until graduation when she broke up with him, but only because she was leaving town for college.

WIthout word to her family, Maggie took off to Portland, Oregon a few days after her high school graduation and started working while she waited for classes to start. After a few days, she let her family know where she was and would rarely call for a while. She started college in the fall going with an English major. She focused on her schooling, rarely going home at all, and after she graduated, she lived in Portland permanently.

Over the years, she wrote a book called Magnolia Grove that was loosely based on her family and Bridgeport about a town of magical beings. It became popular and she wrote a few more and quickly became a best selling author. During this time, she met an accountant named Mike and the two started dating. After a year, they got married. However, the second she was married to him, things went downhill. He wanted her to stop writing and stop contact with her family. He hated that she made more than him and was becoming famous. This led to a lot of arguing and after a year of marriage, she left him.

While trying to get a divorce, Maggie headed home to Bridgeport and bought a house. She started being around her family again, but still wasn’t as close to her mom as she once was. Now home, she reconnected with Eddie and got close to him as a friend again. After a drunken night, they started hooked up and it resulted in them having their first daughter, Audrey. They started co-parenting and Maggie continued writing her books and also trying to divorce Mike, but he kept putting it off. A few years passed and her and Eddie hooked up again, having another daughter named Grace.

After Grace was born, Maggie got a Netflix deal and her books were becoming a TV series. On top of writing the fourth book of her series, she was also helping write the script for the series and was trying to focus on her divorce too. While that wasn’t going through, her success was and eventually, she bought the old lighthouse in town after the caretaker passed. She kept it running while doing everything she did with her job.

It was in August of 2021 when things got a little worse for her. The show was between seasons and she was trying to finish the last book of her series and because she finally had time again, she started pushing harder for her divorce. She would go out to Portland to talk to him and come back upset. This led to her drinking to get worse to the point she was drinking almost every moment she was awake. She was angry and just wanted her divorce and was taking it out on everyone. It was at the end of March that it came to a climax. She got news from her mom she got MIke to sign the papers and raced to her childhood home. As she was almost there, she swerved as a car came out and tore up her parents lawn. Luckily everyone was okay, but this was a wake up call she needed to stop drinking.

Since then, she has been working on getting sober as well as promoting her new book and writing the second season of her show. It was all going okay, it seemed, and then she found out she was pregnant by a guy she’s kinda been seeing. She was nervous to say anything at first and after telling him, the two fought and haven’t spoken since. Maggie isn’t sure what she’s going to do with him, but she knows in her heart she’s going to raise this baby.

[karls-writing-space]

I decided to share my Total Drama OC with yall!

(This will have to be in two parts lol. Stupid word limit)

I hope ya like him!!

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『 BASIC INFO 』

➵ Full Name

Beau Romano

Nicknames

• B

• Eau (Pronounced as "O")

• Beau-Beau (Used by friends and family.)

• Freckles (Again, called this by friends and family. )

• Captain Dickless (By his sister as a joke. Beau hasn't got bottom surgery just yet, so he's called this. Wouldn't mind being called this by others as a joke.)

➵ Age

Sixteen or Seventeen [16-17]

➵ Assigned Sex

Female

➵ Gender Identity

Transgender Male

➵ Pronouns

He/Him/His

➵ Sexuality

Bisexual [With a preference for men]

➵Ethnicity

Canadian-Italian

➵Place of Birth

Morden, Manitoba

『 Appearance 』

➵ Outfits

➵ Casual Attire -

➵ Formal Attire

➵ Sleepwear -

➵ Swimwear -

➵ Height

5'7

➵ Weight

146 Pounds

『 Personality

Beau comes off as a quiet and introverted young man when you first encounter him. He isn't a huge fan of large groups of people and personally prefers to be with a small group, or his friends. Beau won't speak much at first and will listen to others speak and not speak unless spoken to.

If you have regular conversations with him, he'll slowly open up to you. He'll still maintain his introverted personality, but he will come off as a sweet, caring guy. He likes to joke around a little and make others smile. In fact, he likes seeing others happy. It makes him happy too. Beau is a fairly level-headed and calm guy for the most part. He doesn't raise his voice or yell too often since he fears that it would drive people away from him or it would create conflict.

He's quite the observant fellow and tends to take mental notes on what the people around him like, dislike, what bothers them, what they enjoy -- all that sha-bang.

Around his friends, he will treat them like he's known them forever. He'll treat them like a family, and will respect them. Beau will be a little more outgoing towards his friend group and engage in what they're doing.

Playing video games? He's down? Just chatting? He'll happily listen and join in on the conversations.

He playfully teases his friends here and there, and maybe pulls a few light-hearted pranks on them. It's all in good fun, and after he has his fill, he will ask if that person he teased/pranked is alright. He will be expecting revenge of some sort too, and will half-heartedly accept said revenge.

This boy has a tendency to slip into speaking Italian when speaking every once in a while. One minute, he could be happily talking about this great book series he has read in English before slipping into Italian without realizing it for a hot minute.

It's something he can laugh about, and it doesn't really bother him.

Beau does have a wide range of creativity and loves to express his ideas however he can. Usually, it's in the form of writing something - from a dribble to a full-blown short story. If someone is interested in hearing his ideas, Beau will happily begin to talk about the ideas he has.

He would then apologize for rambling, or "talking someone's ear off." He is really good at taking advice and constructive criticism and will use it to improve.

He will also happily hear if someone wants to add on to his idea(s).

Beau can also create stories or tales on the spot if he's given a setting/location. Ideas pop in his head here and there like this, and he can go into detail with these stories, given if he likes these ideas that are in his head.

Because he can make up stories on the spot with little details like location/setting, and characters, he is able to lie. He will use whatever knowledge he has on the situation he would lie about, or ask others what they know about a certain situation, and come up with a lie.

Some of these lies aren't the best, and some can be somewhat strong. It depends on how much knowledge he has on a situation and how he could form it into a lie.

If he lies to someone he doesn't like, or could care less about, Beau won't feel guilty about lying to them and go on with his day.

If he lies to a friend, someone he cares about, or his love interest, Beau will feel pretty guilty about lying to them, and might consider actually telling the truth.

He absolutely despises his friends getting harassed, invalidated, or bothered by something that they can't control or that they didn't have any part of. When this happens, Beau will get irritated or angry, and speak up.

When he is angered or irritated, and it isn't because of his friends getting harrassed/invalidated/etc, Beau will lash out at others around him. He will drop sarcastic remarks in Italian and act like an asshole.

It's best to leave him alone when he's like this and let him be alone in his thoughts. Once he's calm, he will apologize to those who he had lashed out at, except for the person who angered/irritated him.

Romance-wise, Beau will try to act the same around his love interest. He does become pretty happy and smiley when he is around them.

He will throw a few flirty lines or actions towards them, but if they flirt back, he will be a blushy. flustered mess. He makes sure that it doesn't interfere with the competition or make either of the two slow down their teams.

He doesn't want his love interest to get booted home.

➵ Likes

• Reading

• Writing

• The LGBTQ Community

•Personal space

• Reading up on/learning about famous serial killers

• Striking up a friendship or two

• Scary stories/stories with elements of horror

• Amusement parks

• Passing as a Cis Man

• Cuddles

• Joking around [At an appropriate time.]

• Talking about his writing/ideas

➵Dislikes

• Homophobes/Transphobes

• People who attack/harass/etc minorities, those with mental illnesses, or people/things that aren't considered "normal"

• Thunderstorms [It's a fear of his.]

• Overly-gushy romantic stories

• Being involved in an argument/fight

• Those who don't respect personal space.

• Crabs [They're really weird to him. He isn't a big fan of them either.]

• Being addressed with female formalities/in a way women are addressed. [Beau is a man, not a woman.]

➵Interests

• Reading

• Writing

• Learning about famous serial killers

➵ Fears

• Thunderstorms

• Losing the people in his life.

➵ Strengths

•Beau is talented in writing. It's something he loves and takes pride in.

•Beau is loyal to his friends.

•He's a creative guy - idea-wise and author-wise

➵ Weaknesses

•He's an introvert, and doesn't like talking/interacting with other people, unless they are the ones to interact contact him first or he's close to them.

• Poor boy has a fear of thunderstorms.

• He can be manipulated by those he is close with or those he has an alliance with.

➵ Physical Disorder(s)

N/A

➵ Mental/Psychological Disorder(s)

Gender Dysphoria

『 Relationships 』

➵ Family

Mother ➵ Camila Romano [ Alive, Registered Nurse Assisstant]

Father ➵ Lovino Romano [Alive, University Psychology Professor]

Older Sister ➵ Faye Romano [Alive, High School Student]

Younger Brother ➵ Luca Romano [Alive, Middle School Student]

Younger Sister ➵ Sienna Romano [Alive, Middle School Student]

➵ Friends

TDI/TDA/TDWT -

• Duncan

• Alejandro

•Gwen

• DJ

• Geoff

• Owen

• Tyler

• Leshawna

ROTI -

• Zoey

• Mike

• Lightning

• Cameron

TDPI -

• Topher

• Jasmine

• Sammy/Samey

• Sky

• Shawn

➵ Enemies [All Seasons]

• Ezekiel [Rather one-sided on Beau's side.]

• Izzy

• Blaineley

• Jo

• Staci

• Sierra

• Scott

• Dave

• Max

• Sugar

• Amy

• Leonard

➵ Neutral/Peers

• Everyone else [All Seasons]

• Chris [He doesn't really have an opinion on Chris.]

• Chef Hatchet [He also doesn't have an opinion on Chef either.]

➵ Love Interest

TDI/TDA-

• Duncan

or

•DJ

TDWT -

•Alejandro

or

•Duncan

TDROTI -

•Mike (+ his alters)

or

•Lightning

TDAS -

•Alejandro

or

•Mike

TDPI -

• Topher

Or

• Shawn

➵ Placing(s)

TDI - Fifth Place

TDA - Seventh Place

TDWT -Fourth Place

TDROTI - Fifth Place

TDAS - Fourth Place

TDPI - Fifth Place

[tiarasandteacups]

Teacup’s Name Opinions: The Prince of Wales and his family

I am a Name Nerd. Seriously. I have a two page list of my favourite names that I want to give my eventual children, so I have OPINIONS.

These are my opinions, you are totally allowed and even encouraged to disagree and tell me what you are thinking.

Oh and I am also gonna offer up my own alternate names, because that’s kinda fun. Or at least it will be fun for me 😂

So welcome to Part 2, ecompassing Charles, Diana, Camilla, William and Kate and their kids and Harry and Meghan and their kids

Charles Philip Arthur George

From all the boys name from him and his brothers, Charles’ name is actually my favourite. It flows really, really well. Though for fun:

Teacup’s version: Albert Philip William George

I really like the idea of the Queen naming her firstborn after the name her father preferred. Also the UK would finally get their King Albert. Queen Victoria would be delighted.

Diana Frances Spencer

Stuff that drives me nuts: Give siblings not the same number of middle names: Elizabeth Sarah Lavinia McCorquodale, Cynthia Jane Fellowes, Charles Edward Maurice Spencer and Diana Frances Spencer. Am I the only one who thinks that these name sound like they all belong to a different Family? (Bolded name are the ones they are actually called). Sarah and Jane are like two of them most common names you can go with and then there’s Diana, which is not common at all.

So how about..Emma. And I’ll give her another middle name.

Teacup’s version: Emma Georgiana Frances

Emma is a whole lot more common than Diana, and it has some of that…old school elegance that Sarah and Jane have. Georgiana is after the Duchess of Devonshire who was a Spencer by birth, and we’ll keep Frances after her mother.

Camilla Rosemary

Wow, her parents really bought into the whole Flower name thing, didn’t they? She also has two siblings, Sonia Annabel Elliot and Mark Roland Shand. At least they all have two middle names. But again…how can you name your daughter Camilla and then come up with Mark for a son? These are like…so different. I do love Annabel though. But how about something shorter?

Teacup’s version: Iris Veronica

Iris is a lot shorter than Camilla and matched Sonia and Mark much better in my opinion. And Veronica keep the double flower thing alive, but is prettier than Rosemary.

Albert and Emma with their sons, Arthur and George

William Arthur Philip Louis

William the Conqueror. I bet I can find some tabloid newspaper with that headline. I like the name for a future King. The Arthur throws me off to this day tbh, because the other two have obvious family connotations, but Arthur doesn’t as far as I am aware (Though if you know better, please educate me. I once read that Charles wanted to name William and Harry, Arthur and Albert.)

Teacup’s version: Arthur Albert Philip Louis

Charles gets his Arthur and names him after himself, Philip and Louis Mountbatten.

Catherine Elizabeth

I mean, I guess it’s classic? (Btw, does anybody have any idea why her nickname is Kate and not Cate? Wouldn’t it make much more sense to write it with C, if her name also starts with C?) It’s kinda boring though. But Carole and Mike get two thumbs up for managing to actually create a sibling pairing that works: Catherine Elizabeth, Philippa Charlotte and James William.

Teacup’s version: Victoria Elizabeth

If I needed to rename her, I would go for Victoria, with the nickname Tori, because I feel that’s just as snazzy as Pippa is for Philippa. Elizabeth can stay the same.

George Alexander Louis

Alexander is and will always be one of my favorite names. George is…well, classic and kinda boring, but he’s the future King, so that was kinda to be expected.

Teacup’s version: Alexander Arthur Philip Francis

Alexander is gonna be the first name, Arthur after his father and Philip after the great-grandfather, with a nod to Kate’s side of the family with the middle name Francis, which is also Michael Middleton’s middle name.

Charlotte Elizabeth Diana

Another thing that drives me nuts: masculine and feminine forms of the same name in the same family. Did they really not come up with anything other than Charlotte and Charles? WHY? The Diana honorific was expected, though I always feel like using Frances would have been a much better pick, but they probably did not want the whole connection to Diana’s mother who was a bit…let’s say flighty. But there still must have been some other option right?

I feel like Diana is such a huge name to grow into and even when it’s meant to honor their grandmother, it just feels like such a immense burden to put on a little girl.

Teacup’s version: Helena Georgiana Charlotte Alice

Helena was a daughter of Queen Victoria, Georgiana is a middle name of Teacup!Diana, Charlotte after Teacup!Queen and Pippa and Alice as a nod to Philip’s mother

Louis Arthur Charles

Did Kate and Will run out of names? Is that the reason why he’s left with George’s middle name? I mean it’s a lot less regal sounding than his older siblings. Though I do like Louis as a first name.

Teacup’s version: William James Albert Louis

Alexander, Helena and William are all longer, multiple syllable names, Albert is after his grandfather, James is after Kate’s brother, and Louis after Louis Mountbatten.

Arthur and Victoria, with their kids, Alexander, Helena, and William.

Henry “Harry” Charles Albert David

The whole, give your child one name and then use another exclusively is something that I will never, ever understand. Seriously. Why? Also his name is now stolen by Teacup!Andrew, so he needs another one. With William being Arthur, I think I like George for Harry.

Teacup’s version: George William Richard John

George works well with Arthur and is also a nod to Teacup!Diana, Richard and John are nods to Teacup!Charles brothers and William is another classic name to fill the void.

Rachel Meghan

Her name is fine, nothing is wrong with it per se, I just dislike the name Meghan/Megan/Meagan/whatever other spelling variation there is of that name. It was no. 33 on the US popularity list in 1981 though, so it fits perfectly with the time period in which she was born. If I need to stay with the M.M. thing I do like Melissa.

Teacup’s version: Melissa Loyce

Doria Ragland’s middle name is Loyce and it would have been cute to bring that into her daughter’s name.

Archie Harrison

I also have a thing about nicknames as first names, because I just thing it sounds like something is missing. Maybe Archibald? Though that would have been kinda old-fashioned.

Teacup’s version: Oliver Philip George

Oliver, because I like that cool, laid-back vibe from it and then Teacup!Harry’s name and Philip as middle names.

Lilibet “Lili” Diana

Fun Fact: I guessed Charlotte’s name correctly, but I was totally off with Lili’s name. My last guess was Artemis. Though I also had Poppy and Myosotis. Also Allegra, which was said to have been Diana’s favorite girls name.

Again, the same thing about naming a kid one name and then calling it another. I dislike the spelling of Lili because it just looks less elegant to me than Lily. And I could also get on a soapbox about them using an individual private family nickname, but I won’t. So I think I’ll go with Poppy.

Teacup’s version: Poppy Charlotte Loyce

Poppy with it’s connotation of it being the Californian state flower and also the Remembrance Day flower, Charlotte for Teacup!Queen and then Loyce which Doria, Teacup!Meghan and her all share.

George and Melissa, with their kids, Oliver and Poppy

[marypsue]

You all definitely wanted a sneak preview of the sequel to the kids aren’t alright, you just didn’t know it yet.

...

So far, the town of Hawkins, Indiana has not impressed Max Mayfield much.

She’s not Billy – she’s not offended by the sheer fact of Hawkins’ existence, let alone its having the audacity to exist in the same space as her. The arcade’s okay, though the game selection is small and mostly out of date. And the pack of stalkers who’ve latched onto her seem like they’re pretty alright. As stalkers go.

But there’s really nowhere good to ride her board, and the dinky movie theatre downtown’s still playing shows that are nearly a month old instead of anything that came out this week. And the handful of girls she’s met here so far have been really prissy, and snotty about her board and her clothes and her nickname. And she can’t hear the surf or see the water stretching all the way out to the horizon or dig her toes in the sun-warmed sand or even have a seagull steal her fries out of her hand on the boardwalk. And all her friends and her dad and her favourite aunt are all back in California and she’s stuck here, in the armpit of Indiana, with Billy and Neil.

As far as Max is concerned, the pros of moving to Hawkins have not in any way outweighed the cons.

Still, she wouldn’t have made it this far in life if she hadn’t figured out, pretty early on, how to roll with the punches. And when to come back up swinging.

It’s chilly, here, in the dark, on the last night of October. Max tucks her hands under her arms and stamps her feet, wishing she’d worn something a little thicker under her navy blue hoodie. The rubber Michael Myers mask somehow managed to both be hot and uncomfortable and to not warm any part of her up, at all.

Add one to the minus column for Hawkins: the cold.

“Are they even coming?” she asks, and Stalker #2 – Dustin – gives her a look that makes her think of an irritated puppy. One who’s about to start shredding shoes if he doesn’t get some attention.

“They said they’d be here.”

“Yeah, like half an hour ago.”

“It’s been thirteen minutes,” Stalker #1 – Lucas – points out, like Max was actually keeping track.

“Which is twelve minutes longer than we should’ve waited. Come on. All the good candy’s gonna be gone by the time we get out there.”

“Wait, I see them!” Dustin crows, turning and rising up on his toes, waving one arm enthusiastically over his head at the two skinny, pale, dark-haired junior Ghostbusters and the walking white sheet with them who’re coming around the corner. Max still isn’t totally convinced that Stalkers #3 and #4 – Mike and Will – aren’t secretly twins, separated at birth. They’re definitely joined at the hip enough. Except for the fact that Will seems like he might be an actual human being, while Mike acts like a complete troll in a stolen human skin every time he’s around her, Max would have a hard time keeping their names straight.

Maybe if they didn’t have, like, the exact same terrible bowl cut.

“I see what took you so long,” Max says, looking over at the third kid, the one in the sheet. She has absolutely no idea who it could be. At school, these four seem to keep pretty much to themselves. A younger sibling, maybe? A tall younger sibling? “Did you have a lot of trouble busting this fearsome ghost?”

Nobody seems to fully appreciate her brilliant joke. Nobody really says anything, either, just shoot a bunch of meaningful, glowering looks around at each other, and Dustin says, “Mike,” like it’s a warning.

Honestly. Boys.

“Hi. I’m Max,” Max says, to the kid in the sheet, ignoring the stalker squad’s latest weirdness. “Short for Maxine. Max Mayfield. I just moved from California.”

Sheet Kid just stands there. It’s a little hard to tell, with the cut-out eyeholes, but Max thinks whoever it is is just staring at her.

“El,” the kid says, at last, and huh. It’s a girl. “Short for -”

“Eleanor!” Mike interrupts, squeaking a little on the second syllable. “Short for Eleanor.”

Sheet Kid – El – twists her whole upper body to look at him. Even without being able to see her face, Max can read the flat, deadpan sarcasm in the move.

She likes Sheet Kid already.

“Yes. Eleanor,” Sheet Kid says, like she’s talking to a particularly slow kindergartner. “I was going to say that, Mike.”

“Yeah, Mike,” Max agrees. “She can talk for herself.” She looks back over at Sheet Kid – El – and asks, “So, El. Do you go to our school? I can’t tell if I’ve seen you around before. With the…sheet.”

“Ghost,” El says, matter-of-fact. A little weird, but whatever.

“She’s, uh, homeschooled,” Mike interrupts, again.

Max looks over at El, who just stares back. “Yes. I do school at home.”

That is the weirdest way Max has ever heard anybody say they’re homeschooled. But, well…she’s homeschooled.

And all of a sudden, everything clicks. The sheet, the weird way this girl talks, the old-fashioned name, the fact that none of the boys have even mentioned her before now, the death glares they were all shooting each other when she showed up…

This is rural Indiana. Home of weirdo fundie cranks. El probably isn’t even supposed to be here tonight. Probably her parents think Halloween is ‘devil worship’, or something stupid like that. Max wonders if El’s ever even been trick-or-treating before, or if this is her first time.

Well. If it is…then Max is going to help make it memorable.

“Okay. You wanna get this party started?” she asks El, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. “I heard they give out full-sized candy bars over in Loch Nora. Wherever that is.”

There’s a moment, during which Max gets the sense that El’s giving this all the consideration of someone standing with a hand poised over the big red button, before her sheet bobs in a nod. “Yes.”

Max so does not need any more permission than that. “Cool. Come on!”

[veritylane7]

+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM )   Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^       ( 10:07 PM )   John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM )   Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM )   *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM )   Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM )   Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM )   Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM )   Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM )   *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM )   EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM )   *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM )   Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM )   Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby!       ( 3:23 PM )   Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM )   At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM )   Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM )   For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM )   Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM )   Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM )   Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master!       ( 11:27 PM )   Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^;       ( 12:30 AM )   BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM )   This close >< to shooting myself...       ( 3:56 PM )   I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will.       ( 3:53 PM )   HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you?       ( 3:50 PM )   Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers*       ( 3:45 PM )   Playing with the layout...       ( 3:25 PM )   This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight.       ( 2:43 PM )   Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM )   Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM )   Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM )   Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM )   Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM )   Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM )   Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM )   Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM )   ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM )   Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM )   Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM )   I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM )   Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM )   Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM )   Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM )   Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM )   Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM )   Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^       ( 7:21 AM )   Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM )   Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers*       ( 7:14 AM )   Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM )   Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM )   Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM )   Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM )   For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM )   Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM )   Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM )   The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O       ( 7:35 AM )   Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM )   Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM )   Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM )   Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush...       ( 6:41 PM )   *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away*       ( 6:29 PM )   The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...?       ( 4:00 PM )   Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM )   Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM )   Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM )   Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away....       ( 10:56 PM )   Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^       ( 3:32 PM )   Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_*       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;

Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*

( 12:38 PM )   Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along*       ( 11:45 AM )   To Chris-kun: Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...

I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^

I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^

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⌜ PARK JIMIN, TWENTY FOUR, TRANS MALE ⌝  i just ran into JAEJIN “JJ” MOON in downtown wolvepine! they’ve been living here for EIGHT YEARS and they currently live in PINE PLACE. he is known to be CLEVER and LETHARGIC.

hey guys. aspen here with muse # 2 !  meet jj — or jae, whichever — moon, a 24 y/o writer, cat dad, aaand widower. ( deflated party horn here. )  beneath the cut is his bio, some basic stats, and some hcs. full page coming eventually. checkout my playlist for him though !

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trigger warnings: alcoholism, substance abuse, very brief mention of homo/transphobia, death mention, car crashes.

basic stats. 

full name — jaejin xavier moon. nicknames — jae, jj, jaej. current age — 24. date of birth — january 8th. ( capricorn. ) gender — trans male. pronouns — he/him only. sexuality — homosexual. occupation — ghost writer, published author ( under many pseudonyms ), professional alcoholic.

biography.

↬   to be known, as far as jaejin is concerned, is more trouble than it’s worth. it started sometime after he realized he had to pick his own name and then convince the world it belongs to him; a feat easier imagined than executed. 

↬   at some point, you get tired. and maybe that’s just because he’s always been tired, metaphorically and medically, as it would happen.  people saw the name on his documentation and he’d correct them once, but never a second time. ‘ this might as well happen,’ he’d thought then, and he would again, all too often. 

↬  per script, jj stays tired. he watches the tides roll in and doesn’t bother to roll his jeans up no matter how sandy, no matter how wet they get. when he’s sixteen years old, he’s told to get out of his parents house shortly after he tells them who jaejin is, and he thinks again, this might as well happen. it’s nothing mikes hard and some xanax can’t melt away tonight on his best friend’s couch, then tomorrow again if he needs it. and he does. obviously. obviously, he needs it.

↬  when he gets on a greyhound bus and travels across the country with a fake i.d, he doesn’t have a plan. jj lands in a place called wolvepine and thinks little of it, because it’s not home, but it’s a good enough contender for it. this might as well happen.

↬  he stays in shelters, registers for school in wolvepine, and finishes his diploma without a roof over his head. he makes friends with the local cats and feeds them what he doesn’t have to keep for himself. he rolls along, because he’s too tired to do anything else. people are cruel, and it’s a struggle enough to get by, but eventually he makes some friends. a friend, actually. avery. just avery. he’s cis and doesn’t really get it at first, but he’s the first person who lets jj get far enough to tell him about it; to tell him about who jaejin is... and avery loves him. jaejin loves him too.

↬  he makes money any way he can, operating for a time after his eighteenth birthday as a sex worker online. this might as well happen, and it might as well get him through college in the few areas that scholarships don’t cover. he isn’t sure if he should consider his intellect a gift, but it’s convenient, that’s for sure. avery offers to pay for college, but jj doesn’t let him; he’s not his burden to bear. ( ‘you’re not a burden.’  ‘ you’re an idiot. keep your money. i love you.’  )

↬  money comes from other avenues eventually, anyways. it starts with him writing papers for others — just a little ‘slide me a 20 and i’ll ghostwrite your thesis' kind of thing. he stopped camming around this time because writing was less effort, something he liked, too; his passion beyond being just his major. he started writing everywhere he went, pages upon pages upon pages in messy little notebooks, and on a whim one day, jj submits a story to a publisher under a pseudonym: taeil. 

↬  it’s a hit. jaejin almost doesn’t know what to do with the royalties as they come rolling in, and he definitely doesn’t know what to do with interview requests other than the immediate, polite decline. on another whim, he submits a story to another publisher, under a name, and it does better than the first. 

↬   he keeps going. he keeps doing it, completely faceless in his successes and comfortable for the first time in his life. he and avery graduate when they’re both 22, and they move into a house too big for either of them in pine place. they get three cats: sushi, dipdot, and penny. avery works IT and jaejin works from home. there’s a ring, then another. they’re married. they’re happy.

↬  when the tides turn, jaejin meets with anger for the first time. at himself, at every doctor who told him there was nothing wrong with him, and childishly, at avery for dying when they get into a car wreck because jaejin fell asleep at the wheel. after the fact, he’s diagnosed with narcolepsy and he’s told he’s probably had it since he was a teenager, perhaps around sixteen. a lot might’ve well have happened, but — not this. this didn’t have to happen.

↬  that was about a year and a half ago. since then, jj’s begun ghostwriting again for cash he doesn’t need, has published dozens of different books under different names, and he’s up to about seven cats. the house is empty, and he thinks about leaving it every single day, but it’s a thought had drunk on his bathroom floor, and it’s a thought that dies with his consciousness when the fade inevitably comes. he’s back to accepting it — this might as well happen.

headcanons.

↬  while reserved, and maybe standoffish, jae really isn’t a shy or mean person. ↬  his seven cats have their own bedroom, and it’s very well kept. their names are: sushi, dipdot, penny, mufasa, stitch, artemis, & merlin. ↬ he owns just about every squishmallow. none of them are named affectionately. ( close friends may discover this is a lie, but only his favorite get nice names. the rest are stinky, ugly, and variants of the such. ) ↬ he is narcoleptic, and it does effect his day to day life. ↬ he likes singing, but only a little bit.  ↬ he doesn’t really have a direction in life anymore, and has more or less become apathetic about it.  ↬ he really enjoys swimming, the beach, video games, and photography.  ↬ horror is his favorite genre to write, but he’s written everything from romance to fantasy to filth to completely nonfictive works.  ↬ he’s a lot lonelier than he lets on, but too prideful to admit it, and too afraid to lose whatever he gains to change that.  ↬ if there’s a cat cafe in town, that’s where he is. ↬ he has a pretty serious drinking problem but doesn’t really wanna talk about it, if pressed. the same can be said for what drugs he takes. ( the drugs are prescribed to him, is the trouble; he needs them, he just over-uses. this is pretty much only known to him, however. ) ↬ he has some chronic health conditions as a result of the car accident he was in; primarily, migraines and a bad leg.  ↬ his sense of humor is really dry and he can be a little mischievous, sarcastic, and pessimistic but he isn’t a malicious person! i promise he’s very sweet.

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Afton Family headcannons

Most of this is about the Afton Family before they all died and became haunted robots/Purple remnant zombies, so yeah basically about how William was really bad at parenting. Also sorry this is so long I just have a lot for some of these characters that I wanna get written down.

William Afton

Born in 1947, he's 6'3, and is Bisexual but denies it due to him being born in a time where it's not accepted to be anything other than hetero.

He ends up having a "secret" relationship with Henry (secret is in quotation marks because everyone who works at fazbear's pizza knows about them but no one ever says anything cuz they don't wanna get fired.)

Before he opened fazbear's pizza William had a wife named Jane but she died shortly after their third child was born. After his wife died he became an alcoholic for a while but got over it when he met Henry (Henry made him feel a lot less lonely.)

Also he's a bit of a perfectionist and gets frustrated if things aren't exactly like how he wanted them.

Michael "Eggs Benedict" Afton

Born in 1970, he is 5'9, and is straight.

William always tried to get him into robotics so that one day Mike could take over Afton Robotics, but Mike never remembered any of what his father tried to teach him. Other than the few times William let Mike help him build robots he didn't spend much time with his father.

After Elizabeth's death he became the Favorite child, and William basically let him do just about anything without any consequences. During his late teens Michael ended up doing a lot of things he shouldn't have because of William not stopping him from doing things like drugs, alchohol, and getting into fights.

Crying Child / Oliver Afton

Born in 1976 and died at the age of 7 (1983).

He never got along with his brother or father and often had trouble making friends at school, so he was a very lonely child. Although he did get along with his sister, Elizabeth.

Oliver really likes music, although he was scared of the animatronics at Fazbear's he loved the music box and stayed next to the puppet most times.

His father hated him, often verbally and mentally abusing him for two reasons. 1.) because he was an accident child 2.) His mother died because of complications during Oliver's birth, so William claims he "ruined their perfect nuclear family."

Elizabeth Afton

Born in 1974, died when she was 8 (1982). Elizabeth was the favorite child, with William being super overprotective over her and spoiling her with whatever she wanted.

She was in ballet classes but wasn't that great at it. Elizabeth hated ballet but did it because she had friends that did ballet and wanted more reasons to spend time with them.

Elizabeth really liked the robots her father built and often looked up to him, wanting to one day build robots of her own. Unfortunately for her she never got the chance to help build robots because she was a girl.

Mrs.Afton / Jane "Bonnie" Afton

Born 1950, died 1976. She was 5'3, and had blonde hair with green eyes.

She had earned the nickname Bonnie during highschool and actually ended up being the inspiration for William naming one of his animatronics that name.

She had a passion for music and singing, trying to become a star, she probably could have become a famous singer had she not died so early on in her musical career though.

Thanks for reading!

I may edit this in the future, probably rewrite or add onto Elizabeth's stuff because I kinda rushed hers, but for now I just wanna get this done and posted so I can work on my animatics-

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If you ask me, this fandom really goes wrong in thinking that Race or anyone else needs a “real name.” I honestly think the nicknames should be taken at face value. For an orphan or runaway, being given a name by the newsies would symbolize a welcome into a new family when their birth families were absent or otherwise inadequate. Choosing a name for themselves grants them agency where they may have had none, a chance to establish their identity on their own terms. Treating the names as symbolic also explains why not every newsie has a nickname: Albert lives with his brothers, Mike and Ike are family, etc. Not everyone needs a new name because not everyone needs a second chance at a home. I think it’s an important distinction that in the movie Jack Kelly is his chosen name, and I think the same applies to any of the characters with less conventional names. It seems so special to me that they would have names concretely based in their identities rather than ones given by absent parents, whether it’s Racetrack because he likes to gamble or Specs because he wears glasses or Finch because he whistles all the time or whatever. Naming oneself is an act of radical self-definition, and I really believe that should be honored and celebrated.