#oc: January

[dioles-writes]

“JANUARY’S SECRET CHEST”

Masterlist | Credits go to @jiphenn | Characters: Felix (he/him), January (he/him), Winola (she/her)

“We’re back Felix! Hopefully you didn’t wait too long.” January’s cheerful voice and the door swinging open cut through Felix’s mindless scrolling on his phone, and he glanced up, finding both January and Winola in front of him.

“Nah, it’s cool.” He said with a shrug, tossing his phone down onto his sleeping bag and leaning back onto his hands. Winola went and sat carefully down on the edge of her sleeping bag, silent and solemn as ever, while January, on the other hand, made a beeline for his nightstand drawer. He produced a singular gold key, pulling something small off of one of the shelves with extreme carefulness.

“What’s that?” Felix glanced at January curiously.

He stood beside his bed now, a small, intricately-designed wooden chest in his hands. Slowly, he placed it down onto his bed, movements gentle. “My stuff.”

He began to take his black dangly earrings off, quietly unlocking the chest and lifting it open. His back obscured any view to the contents inside, leaving Felix to watch as he bent down and took a moment to stare inside. His eyes softened for a second, before he placed his earrings inside the box and locked it once again. He turned to them, holding the chest tight to his body. “Nobody touch this chest, okay?”

The atmosphere around him shifted, just like it had back in the club room. His aura flickered for a second, the air thick around him, before he gave them a smile and placed the chest back onto the shelf. “Well, I’m pooped and stuffed!” He flopped down on his sleeping bag next to Felix, like he hadn’t seemed like he was about to murder him and Winola mere seconds ago.

Felix continued to stare uncomfortably, questions buzzing around in his head.

“What?” January looked at him, confusion evident in his eyes.

“You okay?” He asked bluntly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He gave him a goofy grin, looking at Felix like that was a silly question to ask. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You acted all strange.”

“I did?” He turned to Winola, looking at her expectantly. She gave a shrug in response, face blank.

“Yeah, you do it all the time.” Felix continued, eyeing him nervously.

January thought for a moment in silence. “Huh, I never noticed that.”

“What’s in the chest?” Felix asked suddenly, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“I put my earrings in there, and some pictures.” January said with a smile, walking toward the lights and flicking them off.

“More pictures of your dad?”

“Mhm.”

Felix lapsed into silence, furrowing his eyebrows.

January hummed, crawling into his sleeping bag. “I’d say this was a successful sleepover.”

Felix didn’t respond, too deep in thought. Despite no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t understand January. He had never met someone more pro-Diole, had never met someone who was so proud of being one. Paisley had never been like that, she was more quietly indifferent to the whole ordeal. Akali definitely wasn’t like that. Yet despite his love of Dioles, January had pictures of his absent Diole-despising father plastered all over his mansion. Part of Felix knew it had to be expected, after all, he was his dad, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Don’t you think, Felix?” January turned his head to him, pulling Felix from his pondering.

“Yeah, guess so.” He mumbled.

He was quiet for a minute. “But January?” He said out of the blue, voice soft.

“Yeah?”

“What’s the deal with your dad?”

“What do you mean?” January genuinely seemed to have no idea what Felix was talking about.

“Well you have a bunch of pictures all over the house for him. And he’s a genocidal mass murderer. Isn’t that kind of weird?”

“Well he’s my dad. Isn’t it normal for people to have family photos?”

“But he’s kind of evil. And you get all silent whenever he’s brought up so I thought you hated him or something.”

“He’s not evil, just, has a different view…” January faltered, sounding very unsure of himself.

“He would kill you if he had the chance, wouldn’t he?”

He paused to think. “Probably.”

“Oh.”

January closed his eyes. “Well thanks for hanging out with me guys. I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” He grinned. “It’s been a long time since anyone has come to visit me.”

“Sorry.” Felix quickly mumbled, regretting ever pressing January for information about his dad.

“For what?” January asked, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere.

“Nevermind.” Felix laid back down on his sleeping bag, realizing at once there seemed to be a lot more to January Restall than that met the eye.

Winola belongs to @sleepsloooop || January belongs to @jiphenn

[sidyashchiy-na-plakhe]

«He blew up two cities»

Small sketch of ..characters from my little universe with griffins. Their names are Yanvar' (January) and August by the way.

[plaguedbirds]

so y'all like dragons huh

[pepsdraw]

First art of the year

[kawareo]

How long do you think it took Ketheric to figure out he was a third wheel?

aka peepaw not properly warned of what immortality was going to look like

(click for better quality)

[kinerxy]

scrumptious

[godbirdart]

「 A GREENER FUTURE 」 🌿

[steamclouds]

Local drow absolutely delighted by the weird furred creatures that roam the surface

Cue an "Everyone Approves" joke

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[heartmush]

i can't stop thinking about that jellyfish...🪼

[skyberia]

ok well. everyone please say hi to Nin

[dioles-writes]

"WHITE LIES"

Masterlist | Credits go to @jiphenn | Characters: Felix (he/him), January (he/him)

“Do you stare at pictures of your dad every night?”

Felix stared at the ceiling, the question coming out before he could think about if it was rude or not, before he could think to stop himself.

The trickling of January’s fish tank was the only sound to be heard, almost soothing, but with January’s presence at his side, Felix was unable to sleep. He’d been lying in the same spot, still, for almost an hour, unable to rid the topic from his mind.

The longer he tried to wrap his head around it, the more confused he became. It just made no sense. January couldn’t be more proud about his identity as a Diole. Everyone else in the club was more indifferent to it, and if he was being honest, so was Felix. He would have rathered be born human, would have rathered to be born normal. Maybe then his life might have turned out better. But January wasn’t like at that at all. He loved Dioles, loved discussing about powers, loved all of it. Hell, he had even brought Felix here to practice his powers.

Why he’d have a special chest full of pictures of his deadbeat father, the very man who had banned the existence of Dioles, who funded the murders of millions, left Felix confused. He knew, logically, that Howard Restall was still January’s father, as hard as it was to believe. January was cheerful, friendly, and happy-go-lucky, not exactly what you’d expect from the son of head of Diole Eradication. Still, maybe part of it was the fact that Howard Restall had always seemed like more of an idea than a real person. This looming figure in Felix’s life to be afraid of, the person who had made his existence a living hell. To try and picture him as anything close to fatherly was impossible. He was sure that after only three days of knowing him, he was closer to January than his own father.

So why January would care about him enough to have his pictures plastered all over his empty, lifeless mansion after everything he had done… couldn’t make any sense to Felix.

January was silent for a second, before his answer came, quieter than before. “Yeah.”

“Why?” Felix shifted, turning to look at him.

They were inches apart, mint-green and lilac eyes locking on brown ones. January’s expression was unreadable in the dark of his room, his face a vague shadowy outline. “He’s my dad.”

“You said he pretends you don’t exist.” Felix said, puzzled. “And that he would kill you.”

“Yeah but,” January sighed. “I don’t know, maybe he’s doing it for a good reason.”

“Do you know why he started it?” He whispered.

“He doesn’t tell me anything.”

“But… you still think he’s killing for good?” Felix furrowed his eyebrows.

January took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, turning his face away. “Well I don’t support the killing but a part of me kinda hopes he’s doing this for me? Ignoring me for my own sake cause he cares. Y’know?” Felix could hear the slight smile in his voice at the end.

“Maybe he’s just a rich asshole that doesn’t care about anyone.” Felix said, an edge of resentment he couldn’t hide cracking through in his voice.

January laughed. “Probably. But it doesn’t hurt to dream, right?” He turned back to Felix with a small grin.

“I don’t know, maybe it is. Maybe you’re just tricking yourself.”

“Tricks are fun when nobody’s aware of them.”

“You’re lying to yourself.”

“White lies never hurt anyone.” January said with a small smile, voice soft.

“Yeah, they do. You’re delusioning yourself to think your dad is a good person.” Felix met his gaze once again. January’s mismatched eyes were unreadable, blinking back at him in the dark. “He’s not.”

“I know he’s a bad person. But that doesn’t mean I can’t wish he wasn’t.”

“I guess.” Felix mumbled.

“You’re a funny guy Felix.” January turned to the ceiling, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Felix raised a brow, propping himself up onto his elbows and glancing down at January. It didn’t seem to bother the boy; he closed his eyes, content. “Just what it sounds like.”

Felix went to open his mouth and press him further, but the latter had finally fell asleep. He sighed, flopping onto his pillow and stretching back out, left to wonder what January could have possibly meant.

January belongs to @jiphenn ^^

[couch-house]

[posts comet in the night time and goes to sleep]

[robo-milky]

SR! New Years Attire! Cloche

Summon:

“欢迎光临! いらっしゃいませ! Bienvenue! Willkommen! Please come in, dear customers!”

[Voicelines Below]

Groovy: [Locked]

Summon Line: I WAS apart of my old school’s student council, peer tutor program, theatre production… You think I can’t put on a fake smile here and there?

Home: Do it for the paycheque, do it for the paycheque-

Home Idle 1: If you ask me, New Years is where it’s at for big family celebrations. Hot pot, incense burning, all that ritual stuff. Annoying to clean up after, but the red pockets are worth it.

Home Idle 2: Truth be told, it’s my first time working a job. I have volunteered, but that’s all for a good university application.

Home Idle 3: Rice cakes are not all made equal. They can be sweet, savoury, and even spicy. People who can’t eat rice cakes plain have no taste. …Though daifuku is pretty good…

Home Idle Login: New Year’s resolutions are pretty pointless. Why not get started on that goal any other day? Past behaviour is a good indicator of future behaviour, after all.

Home Idle Groovy: [Locked]

Home Tap 1: Ah~ I get to see my beloved Master Rook working hard and stacking shelves! …But Master Jade’s blocking the view.

Home Tap 2: Kadomatsu, was it? I guess in my old home we did have something similar to that. It was just this tiny bunch of bamboo sprouts braided together. Not as fancy as the bamboo here, but it did bring some life into the living room.

Home Tap 3: On one hand, acting cute ‘wike thwis’ with Master Ortho rakes in a lot of tips… but it’s just so embarrassing!

Home Tap 4: This apron is so much softer than my regular one, and it has pockets. This one has a cat’s face on it! Though it’s a shame aprons are meant to get dirty.

Home Tap 5: Would you like any complimentary tea or snacks as you wait in line ♡— oh it’s just you.

Home Tap Groovy: [LOCKED]

[pinetreevillain]

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