#my teen grudge is seeping into my child interests

[a-is-for-arson]

My type: Human versions of the mane 6

[noszkass]

garrison "grady" oliver knox jr.

thirty two. podcast host. amateur sleuth. casey deidrick.

grady: [looks deeply into your eyes; pats your knee, sympathetically.] grady: “i don’t care.”

content warnings: mentions child neglect, parental abandonment, missing parent, (suspected) death of a parent, alcoholism.

dominant traits. opinionated, surface level arrogant, judgmental, creative, sarcastic, invasive, blunt/crass, antisocial, stubborn, self-aware, unyielding, grudge-holding, mouthy (read as: "brutally honest"), insensitive, protective, intuitive, reactive, self-reliant, observant, adaptable, impulsive.

fictional parallels. connor welsh (htgawm); jess mariano (gilmore girls); jughead jones (riverdale); stiles stilinski (teen wolf); nancy drew (cw nd); veronica mars (vm).

○ his name is grady. no one calls him garrison, not anymore. not since his mother was around. i say around, and not alive, because she isn't dead. just missing. a town native who moved away when she was pregnant with him, but brought a lot of the darker parts of miriam's well with her. he was raised on unfinished stories and embellished half truths about the place his mother grew up in─the place he eventually called home at fourteen─and, ultimately, is probably responsible for his interest in all things unexplained. and his father, well... his father is around georgia, somewhere, he supposes. they haven't spoken for a while. believe it of not, a relationship with your son doesn't cure at the bottom of a bottle.

○ his life pretty much always baseline sucks and his attitude and demeanor mirrors that. which is fine since grads is the type of guy who makes more acquaintances than he does friends. and even more enemies than that. he will casually put his nose in your business because "that’s my job" and he makes no apologies for who he is.

○ when he was younger he wanted to be a journalist, a photographer, and novelist and you can tell. too curious for his own good and heavily believes in not only checking his sources, but questioning everything. he's not afraid to stand up for the things he believes in or for the people he finds deserving of it, and has very little issue or care to what what consequences these actions might breed. he also may or may not be a coffee addict.

the corner booth at the local diner; twilight zone background noise; the smell of coffee seeping from moist skin; sweeping honesty; not only is the truth out there, but it also probably sucks; ring around the rosie was about the black plague; anti-social social club; dry sarcasm over milkshakes; swear jar that has his name on it; the company misery loves; mean nerd aesthetic; late nights in the studio with great music and a constant opinion.

plot hooks.

○ his family. well, his mother's family. the people she left behind, whatever's left of them. possibly an aunt (preferably his mother's twin, who he had no idea existed, so imagine that shock) who took him in when she went missing at fourteen and any potential children she might have? because cousin relationships are great and no one has your back or will kick your ass quite like family. can't imagine them being well off, more like town trash and maybe this aunt was the best of them. ○ veronica mars needs clients. ACAB indeed, but sometimes people need solutions to problems that a corrupted small-town government isn't capable (or willing) to get them. what does that mean? for the low price of [insert negotiation here] this knox boy will go out of his way to find the answers you need. husband fucking the secretary? photos will hold up nicely in divorce court─not to mention i'm a ~fantastic photographer. you get the idea. sure, it's not the prettiest (or cleanest) job, but it's easier to make money off liars, thieves, and cheating spouses than you might realize. especially in a small town with such an ugly history. ○ the unlucky barista/cashier/counter girl. it'd be nice to have a little back-and-forth relationship with someone who might work for his aunt? i imagined [his aunt] owns a coffee shop or cafe (or something of the sort) and he's always in there helping himself to free coffee and snacks and likes to poke and prod this person when he's bored via asking a million intrusive questions or just being his curious, obnoxious self. taken by noor ♡ ○ co-hosts of the night shift. well, it's not the doomsday podcast, certainly not with their following, but like a lot of people who find their way to miriam's well, they share the same basic general interest (unsolved mysteries, serial killers/true crime, paranormal/ghost hunting, lore, extraterrestrial, etc.) except, grady also likes to use his platform to bitch and moan about other things that happen in town. some topics more pointed than others, and often about public officials he has no business putting on the air and his fellow casters probably hate him doing. no one likes a target on their back. ○ pizza buddy + longtime friend. someone (preferably someone he considers close/from when he first moved to mw) who will go with him to flying saucers at two am for "out of stock" garlic knots (and/or an employee he bribes with🍃for said knots 👀) because he's an actual human garbage disposal and he hates himself just enough to like the aesthetic and that entire plot sounds fucking awesome?? bonus points if they both used to work there when they were younger, and now this shit is habit/a bastard tradition at this point. ○ doomsday descendants. characters who are part of the families who have abduction histories that he can interview and broadcast on his podcast─also pick their brain about every little detail and absolutely get on their nerves in some way or another.

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BBRae Week 2018 Day 5: In Laws

I forgot to put this here since I usually just use FF.Net. Better late than never though right?

Raven glanced at the changeling beside her nervously one last time, before steeling herself at his confident nod. She turned back to the objects before her, resigned to following through with this insane venture. In front of the pair and at the center of the half-demon's shadowed room, a large silver brazier floated in the air, suspended there by her magic. Her hands found the matchbox beside them and she struck one, lighting it. She dropped it into the brazier, igniting its contents, which consisted of many objects she would rather not dwell on. Suffice to say that a ritual this powerful and dark required more than just a few magic words and fairy dust.

An acrid scent began to fill the air as it burned, fire spreading much more rapidly than natural. Within seconds the entire brazier was ablaze, nearly singeing the empath before Beast Boy pulled her back slightly. Her nose wrinkled at the stinging, pungent smell, and another glance at her companion showed he was also affected, even more so due to his animalistic senses. She cast a quick spell to null the affects, and received a grateful smile in response.

Raven rotated back to the fire once again just in time to see it die down just as abruptly as it had started, leaving only a dark and heavy smoke curling through air.

A feeling of confusion emitted from behind her, and Beast Boy spoke up. "Did it work?"

As if in response to the changeling's query, the smoke, which had remained an indistinct mass above the embers rather than dissipating, began to roil and twist in a cloud, before settling slightly to resemble a vaguely sphere-like shape hovering before them, now tinged with crimson on its edges and waves, flashes of white barely perceptible within its innermost depths. As it did so, Raven releases her magic on the still-floating brazier, allowing it to fall to her carpet with a muted crash.

After another brief still, this one without any questions breaking the silence from her green teammate as they stared at the spectacle in trepidation. Eventually, a chill descended over the room, a breath of power seeping into the surrounding air, as well as an overwhelming sense of pure malevolence. Behind her, Beast Boy's hackles rose slightly and a quiet, yet threatening growl vibrating from his throat. Despite herself, Raven felt herself tense, and unconsciously checked the corners of her room, searching for entities prowling in the darkness.

When from within the smoke he emerged, she was almost relieved for an end to the disconcerting silence.

Almost.

'Emerge' was a bit too strong a word as well. His arrival was felt through merely an increase in the irrepressible hateful feeling, followed by four narrowed eyes emerging in the darkness of the smoke, glowing a malignant yellow. Eyes that had plagued her for nearly her entire life, and had hoped she would never see again.

"Daughter."

His voice was much as she remembered; deep, powerful, and containing a sinister, cruel undertone that spoke much of his true nature. However, it contained an additional sound as well. A grudging respect, as well as intense bitterness, no doubt a result of the last time they had come face to face. Namely, when he had brought about the apocalypse before she defeated him, banishing his essence to the pit for eternity and undoing all the damage he had done in her world. Her home.

"Hello father," she responded, keeping her face and tone impassive, placing a calming hand on Beast Boy's thigh behind her as his growl rose in volume. Now was not the time to lose control.

"Why have you called upon me? Wishing to gloat over your victory?" Trigon thundered, before adopting a honeyed tone, which did absolutely nothing to dilute the boundless evil it still contained. "Or perhaps, you've realized your true self, and are ready to embrace your destiny fully, and summon me once again to your realm?"

The changeling behind her moved forwards, taking his place beside her and stared the smokey apparition down defiantly. "How about you shut it and let her tell you why?"

The demon's deep, cruel laugh reverberated throughout the room. "Ah yes, the shifter. How could I forget your team's ever-faithful lapdog? Very well, explain yourself, girl."

An influx of anger from her side brought the empath pause, and she quickly placed a placating hand on his shoulder. It was faint, a mere brush of her fingers against his tense form, but enough to relax his limbs and lessen his temper. However, her one anger burned bright as she glared at her father's presence. "Well, this lapdog has a name. Garfield is why I've summoned you."

Trigon's guffaws insanely filled the air. "Garfield?! Oh, that is rich, girl. But very well, what is it you have to say, mortal?"

Beast Boy raised his chin in unspoken challenge. "I'm going to be your new son-in-law."

Raven tensed. This was not how they had agreed they would break the news. They had a strategically laid-out plan on how and when to reveal their relationship, and Beast Boy ruined it all in seconds, even though he was the one who had been so insistent that they tell him. He had bothered her about it unceasingly for weeks until she finally caved. And here he was now, proving the reason she had been so unwilling to follow through with the insane plan exactly true.

Well, too late to go back now, she thought to herself, waiting for her father's reaction. His eyes were shifting between the couple slowly, as if expecting one of them to jump up and shout 'Just kidding!' Finally, he spoke. "I'm torn between surprise, as I always expected you to never find anyone at all, and disappointment, as this is pathetic, even for you, girl."

Raven and the man beside her bristled, but she held her temper in check. The same couldn't be said for her fiance, however. He snarled in rage at the smokey specter, pupils dilating and growing slightly in size. She couldn't see them, but the half-demon was certain that his claws were elongating in preparation to rip apart whatever dared insult his mate.

But then, Trigon continued. His gaze turned to the changeling. "So, beast, what are you intentions with my daughter?"

Beast Boy quieted, emotions growing slightly confused by the unexpected change of conversation. He recovered quickly however, and lifted his head again before answering. "I love her, and am going to marry her."

No sooner had the words left his mouth when Trigon's amusement once again flooded the room. "Love," he echoed scornfully. "Pah! Love is for weak mortals and their foolish sentiments. What else?"

"I will give life and limb to make her happy for the rest of both our lives, and will do whatever it takes to keep her. In life and in dea-."

"Don't make me sick," her father interrupted. "What will you give her?"

Beast Boy paused, a flurry of emotions running through him too fast for Raven to keep track. "Well, I have a large inheritance from my parents, and I'll continue to make more money through work as a hero, all of which will go towards making the love of my life happy." As he finished, he cast her a small smile, which she responded to with an eye roll. The information of his inheritance was news to her, though she kept her poker face on.

Trigon's collection of eyes seemed to roll as well, though it was hard to tell, what with them being mere slivers of light and all. "Material possessions matter little.

Her fiance now was floundering in confusion, so much so that Raven was forced to struggle not to smirk as he scratched the back of his head, lost as ever. "So if you're not interested in material things or sentiments like love, then what are you asking?"

The demon let out a huff of impatience. "Raven is the daughter of Trigon the Terrible. She is a demon, and as such, has specific needs. Now, to start, will you be supplying her a steady supply of freshly slaughtered mortals to feed on, and what age will they be? The younger the better."

"Father!" Raven cried out in irritation as Beast Boy choked on his response. "How clear must I make it that I have no interest in entertaining that side of myself?!"

"Is that so?" Trigon replied, his gaze falling to her briefly before turning back to her companion. "What of your own father? I take that as a heavy indicator of the offspring's own merit. What does he do?"

Beast Boy bit his lip, hurt welling up inside him. Raven resisted the urge to comfort him, knowing it would only show weakness before her father, and the green teen would likely just interpret it as unwanted pity. "He was a doctor, but he died to save my life when I was a child. I was adopted by Mento in the Doom Patrol later though."

"A selfless sacrifice and a superhero. Disgusting," Trigon declared. "Your prospects continue to diminish, beast."

Raven snorted. Like what you think of him matters.

"Anyways, there are more traits belonging to demons than just a thirst for blood," Trigon continued. "Even from here I can sense many emotions from you. Affection, trust, caring, and many others which brings me to question my own daughters sanity at selecting you, but along with them is a heavy feeling of lust." At this, his eyes glimmered brighter. "Tell me, creature, have you fucked my daughter?"

Mortification flooded the changeling's emotions and expression immediately and he pulled off an excellent impersonation of a fish gasping for air on dry land even without the help of shifting, which Raven took as her cue to take over the conversation in his stead. As her father said, she was part demon after all, which came with a familiarity and comfort around specific topics such as this. "He has."

Beast Boy whirled to stare at the empath, eyes bulging and his face a ruddy green-brown blush. "Rae!" He choked out in horror.

"And?" Trigon pressed.

Raven allowed herself a miniature smile of contentedness. "He's a beast."

"He's big?"

"Oh, very."

"And what of his powers? Does he use them as you rut? Perhaps for greater strength or size, or a unique position? He could even add tentac-."

"Raven!" Beast Boy cries again, pleading her with his emerald eyes, bringing her a pleasant warmth in the pit of her stomach.

"Well, I suppose there's that, at the very least," Trigon muttered to himself, apparently satisfied on the topic. "However, you could do much better, Raven. Don't you know the number of beings who would kill to have the hand of the daughter of Trigon?"

"They'd want more than just my hand I would imagine," the half-demon deadpanned.

"Demons, succubi, demi-gods, even angels, daughter," her father continued, as if he hadn't heard her.

Raven sighed. It looked like there would be no easy way out of this. "Well, he's the one I fell in love with."

After she said it, Beast Boy's strained and mortified expression morphed immediately into a joy-filled grin shining back at her, just as Trigon groaned in disgust. "I have never been so ashamed to be a father."

At this, Raven turned to the smoke. "I don't care. I am in love with him, and I am going to marry him, regardless of your thoughts on the matter. I merely summoned you now because he wouldn't take no for an answer for the issue. I denounce my demonic attributes, and do this for myself, and my love."

With her impromptu speech concluded, Raven turned to her fiancé, wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close, and pressed her lips to his passionately. As she did so, a sound that was suspiciously similar to gagging and restrained puking could be heard from before them, and the chill pervading over her room lifted. When she finally pulled away from the changeling, both flushed and breathing heavily, the smoke and glowing eyes were gone.

"Well, I think that went pretty well," Beast Boy panted, out of breath from the unexpected and heavy workout of his mouth. He then turned to the empath wit a scowl. "That was damn evil though, talking about our... stuff like that with your dad."

Raven shrugged, feigning a disinterested, bored expression. "It was an important conversation, I couldn't simply ignore it."

"I didn't ignore it either, unfortunately!" Beast Boy exclaimed, though his face quickly adopted a mischevious grin, as well as a suspicious light in his eyes that gave her a heavy sense of unease. "Although since I did hear it all, good ol' pops did give me a good idea involving... tentacles."

Raven paled.