#oc: Occu

[perfectprofessorloverapricot]

•|A not so stolen youth|•

Stranger things / Prologue

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes.

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Sounded the clock in the wall. The most pronounced sound in the room of four withe walls.

The breath of the little boy seating in the chair came erratic. His whole attention was directed to the can in the table in front of him. Nothing more.

He didn’t pay attention to the man in a lab coat in the corner or how his nose stared to bleed due to the exertion. All he wanted to do was crush the empty can in front of him. Maybe move it an inch at least, but nothing happened.

Giving up, the boy let out a breath he has been holding since an amount of time he can’t deduce.

His eyes opened wide while fear stared crawling in all his body. The can didn’t change nor move an inch. That wasn’t good news.

He looked at the man in the corner, his arms were crossed and an expressionless façade was kept in his face. Oh, but that disappointment and annoyance was more than evident in his eyes.

The result of his failure was being dragged by the arms by two guards while he screamed for his father.

“Papa. No please.” He begged in distress. He knew what was about to come and he didn’t like it. “Please. I can do it.” Pleaded the 7 years old boy. Tears cascading from his beautiful blue eyes with pain. Not physical pain.

At the end of the corridor he was, almost, through inside a dark room. Instantly backing up until his back was against a wall. His knees lifted to his chest.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sight before him. The man he knows as his father holding the door at the entrance, looking at him with disappointment. “P-Papa.” He whispered.

The man’s expression changed to one of pain. Real or fake, he didn’t know. “This is for your own good thirteen.” Said the man. “I promise this will change.” The man grabbed the heavy door with force closing it even when the boys cries grew louder.

“No papa. Please. Don’t leave me.”

His pleads were futile. The man didn’t listen. He would never.

The darkness grew and grew until finally.

Clank.

The boy woke up startled and panting.

It happened again. He’s been out of the lab for almost a year now but the memories of what happens in there kept coming every night. Almost like a reminder that he’ll never be actually free.

He checked his surroundings, making sure that everything was in its place.

After running away from the lab during the chaos he found himself living in the junkyard of the city. Too afraid to go to far but staying in a place secluded enough to not be found. He has had to hide in other places sometimes because the teens of the neighborhood decide it’s a good place to hang out.

But luck is in his side.

At the moment.

He hasn’t been disturbed in almost a month and had manage to steal food without being noticed.

Talking about it. The kid of now 10 years old got out of the least wreaked car that has worked as his hiding place, patting the dust of his oversized hoodie. One that he may or may not have stolen. Just like his pants.

And shoes.

Either way.

He was ready to start another day.

He sat crisscross and happily munching on a bag of cereal at the back side of one of the stores in the town. One of his favorites.

The guy at the counter spends most of his time with weird things covering his ears and that seemed to nullify any sound on his surroundings. His eyes were occupied by a weird book with drawings in it.

It was so easy to stay outside and use his psychokinetic powers to sneak products out the store. The guy still haven’t found out.

He sniffed the boogers produced by the cold weather and passed the back side of his hand under his nose, cleaning the almost dried blood that he forgot to clean. It was getting colder and colder each day and the thin material of his hoodie wasn’t enough any more. And he has a slight idea of where he could hide.

Satisfied with his meal he rolled the wrap to save the remaining for later. It could be his dinner, because he woke up late it became his brunch.

He stud up ready for the journey. He made sure to stay away from de preying eyes of the curious people. Always keeping himself between the trees to make it easy to hide.

It took him some hours, already in the afternoon, to reach the neighborhood he was looking for, but finally his efforts weren’t in vain.

He let out a sigh once he identified the house. The house that has been unused for the months he’s been out of the lab. But the main house wasn’t his goal. His attention was in the small house on the back. The shed.

He doesn’t understand the purpose of a smaller house behind the big house but he wasn’t complaining. It was small and made of wood. Perfect refuge for the cold weather, just like last year.

He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled. He froze. It wasn’t empty like last year. It was loaded with boxes filled to the brim. This wasn’t part of his plans.

He took cautious steps inside, ready to use his powers in case. But when he entered, walking around some boxes to avoid falling he found nothing more.

He let his shoulders relax and decided to inspect the content of the boxes.

Curiously, most of it were metal scraps or what looked like metal scraps for him, some wooden furnitures and clothing fabrics. Not something he would expect to find in a place like that but he could put it to good use.

He turned, ready to go back to the junkyard and eliminate all evidence of his stay in the place, but he end up tripping with a metal pole which caused him and some boxes to fall and creat a ruckus in the small place.

A certain redhead that was formerly enjoying the peace and quiet on her new house, no parents, no annoying brother nor his noisy music coming from his bedroom, it was disturbed when she heard the commotion coming from behind the house.

“Ugh, not again.” Grunted the teenage.

She and her family have been in the house for only 3 days and that was the second time she has to take care of the raccoon.

She left her skate board, that she was formerly painting, and took the bat in the closet. Ready to kick some raccoons ass.

She frowned when she got close to the shed and the noise increased. It must be something really big to cause that noise. She tightened her hold in the bat, just in case.

The door was slightly ajar, letting the light of the outside enter.

The teen grabbed the door with caution and with a quick move, she opened it.

She froze in her place when she saw someone squeak in fright and crawl backwards until their back was against the wall.

“What the-“ she exclaimed.

It was a kid.

A really frightened kid. She could see it clear as the sky those big eyes looking at her like expecting to be beaten to death or something like that.

“Ammm” she started, unsure of what she should say. “Hello?”

The boy kept quiet, the only evident movement was the blinking. He even seemed like holding his breath.

Feeling bad for scaring him like that she lowered the bat and left it leaning in the door frame to show that she didn’t mean harm.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She reassured, but the kids demeanor didn’t change. “What’s your name?”

Once again the kid kept quiet. Obviously she wasn’t doing a good at appearing not threatening or the kid was to distrustful.

“Are you lost? I could… call someone if you like.” she recommended, but the fright in his eyes rose considerably.

“No, please. No.” He begged, stopping her before she could go back to the house. “Bad people can hear.”

The teenage blinked a few times. Bad people? Was the kid just playing hide and seek?

“Bad people?” She asked for confirmation.

Thirteen nodded once. “Papa.”

The redhead opened her eyes wide. She prays she misunderstood. Did that mean the kid was hurt by his dad? It’s not that imposible since she sees it happen in front of her every once in a a while in her own house so she could understand the fear.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to call anyone.” She reassured squatting in front of him to make herself look less threatening. And for a moment, she saw something other than fear in his eyes. “I’m max. What’s your name?”

The boy opened and closed his mouth, still doubting if he should give more information. But if she actually planed to hurt him she would have already done it, no?

“I’m thirteen.” He said in a small voice.

Max tilted her head. That wasn’t something she was expecting. “Thirteen? Like the number?” She asked again for confirmation, getting another nod from the kid. She bit her bottom lip in doubt. She needed more information to know what to do, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “Thirteen…” she got his attention. “Are you hiding from your father?”

The kid lowered his head in slight embarrassment. That sound like he was a bad kid. But he end up nodding too while playing with his fingers and the sleeves of the oversized hoodie in an attempt to make himself less nervous.

Max noticed the discomfort in the kid and tried to better change the subject. Unconsciously she made a decision. She’ll help the kid the way no one helped her brother. “Hey, do you like comics?” She asked lightheartedly.

The kid looked up at her, not knowing what a comic was. “Comics?” He said.

Max nodded. “Yeah, like books with drawings that help tell the story.” She noticed the way the kids expression was filled with more confusion instead of the contrary. “You don’t know what a comic is?” The boy shook his head.

She stood up, kind of exited to show her new comics. “Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back.” She walked slowly backwards but once she was outside she ran to her room, leaving the kid blinking at her.

He has been worried for a whole year that the bad people might find him, the first posibilite that always came to his mind once he made contact with someone was that he was going to be sent back to the lab straightaway. Not this.

But she looked kind, unlike the people in the lab. Her long read hair and her smile with crooked teeth made a comforting combination. Maybe the reason he didn’t disappear once she left him in there was because he believed her. Or maybe it was just because he was tired of hiding.

Whatever it was. He didn’t expect what this meeting would unleash for the future.

[styxsharesstuff]

Would you please make an ID Pack related to Dante’s Inferno? Tysm

WARNING: I HAD NO CREATIVITY WHATSOEVER WHILE MAKING THIS, NOR DID I DO VERY MUCH RESEARCH!!

NAMES

Simmer, Scorch, Flame, Ember, Fire, Blaze, Phoenix, Inferno

PRONOUNS

De/dem/demonself or demonicself, dai/daim/daimonself, dae/daem/daemonself, fi/fien/fiendself, in/infe/infernalself, un/unho/unholyself, wi/wick/wickedself, oc/occu/occultself, si/sin/sinself, ri/rit/ritualself, te/ter/terrorself, ma/mani/maniacalself, co/cond/condemseld or condemedself, da/damn/damnself or damnedself

Titles

Demonic one, (prn) who is demonic, (prn) who is on a journey to Hell, hellish one, unholy one, I honestly have no idea anymore!

SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO SEE THIS. I'M ON AND OFF OF TUMBLR A LOT!! ALSO IDK HOW TO REMOVE THE c/o THING :'/

[revenant-coining]

Occuensen

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 13 horizontal lines. the 2nd outermost line on the top and bottom is wavy. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, thin, thick, 2 medium, thin, thick, thin, 2 medium, thick, thin, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: reddish brown, red-brown, light brown, light green, green, darkish green, dark green, darkish green, green, light green, light brown, red-brown, reddish brown. in the center of the first flag is a symbol of an eye. the eye outline is reddish brown, the eye whites are light brown and the iris is red-brown. End ID]

requested by @petrichorvoices

Occuensen: a term that is both Occunous (link) and Dimensen (link), EYEIN and DIMIN, occunine and dimensenous, or any other combination between the two terms.

More specifically, if wanted, this term could be connected to these concepts:

disconnect from humanity because of traveling to other dimensions

the surveillance / study of other dimensions and how they work

the fear of being judged by one’s soulmate and / or fearing one does not have a soulmate

the feeling that dimensions are alive

etc !

Etymology: occu(nous), (dim)ensen

Pronounced: oc-cu-n-sen (occu ensen)

@radiomogai , @rescanwriter , @oneofmanyarchives

[ID: a divider of a line of waves with a light blue to darker blue gradient. End ID]

[onlyfishcansaveusnow]

3/18/2024 Fisheries Oceanography

Right so I dont know whats going on at any given moment in this class and I 100% didn't do the readings.... which is and might be more problematic than I want but alas; me versus scientific journals is a battle i will never win especially if the journal is 33 god forsaken pages. But I digress. does this have a character limit?

Welcome to the shit show! today we are going to go over some larger scale processes (woot woot I still don't understand the smaller scale processes but whatever). First we get to diccus the shit show that was exam 1 (i did get an email that i have the opportunity to improve my grade because I did just that bad..) i swear to god if I'm the only one in person today I'm going to riot. fuck. anyway. week 10... great. exam 2 is the last five week of the semester ew. its going to be the same format as exam 1 *joy joy*. the final is going to be closed book my hope are so high:) lol i had the lower end of the undergrad reage at a whopping 80.7%.... bruh grammar and capitalization is a bitch and apparently you get docked points (which is so fair im just salty). we have to add fcking titals now gross. this is an essay prompt i didn't realize we needed to get all up and fancy with this jesus christ. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FISH OCE REF STYLE!!! "its pretty standard" - clearly not can you give a spark notes of what the fuck that is. like a break down of thestlye you want/??? SUBSECTIONS?! this was suppost to be a one page single spaces how am i suppost to add subsections?! add quanitative detalis? how when the questions suggest otherwise. *do you know how much this makes me want to die? jesus christ i didnt realize this was going to be so nitpicky of an exam* do we now get to get on with todays material - no not yet we get to diccus the final AH 20% of my grade...

TODAY'S FOCUS - large scale processes, circulation and ocean basins! *oh yay a shorter lecture*

Thermohaline circulation. do we know what this is KINDA. so what it is is a large global scale circulating where surface waters becomes denser than underlying wates and sink creatin vertical circulation in the ocean. this is often wind driven circulation. DEEP open ocean convection tis the cacess by which vigoro's vertical mixing occus down tot great depth in respond to winter time surface buoyancy losses in the sub polar seas, is a significant mechanic of water masses - the densent water are forms at high latitudes ( north Atlantic and southern ocean.) (rip spellcheck) OOO thats a realy nice visual of the thromohailice circulation!!!! we have to get our gruminy hands on that link it would be so helpful ( UCAR- center for science eduction). we also need to get our hand oth figh 8.11 because that would also help be in chem ocn!!

Wind driven circulation - what is is? well dumbass... um. are you familare with the major gyres in N+S patlatnic and Pacific? WELL GUESS WHAT they are driven by global wind whis are dieven by inequalities in the solar enegy flux between the equatior and the poles. * fuck oh joy joy something confusing* ~ in both atl. and pacf. basins sub topic gyers(circulate anti cyclonic ( do you know aht the even means? and clock wise in .. *OH MY GOD I WANST DONE GAH GO BACK fuck it* ) still on the same topics western margins of thes gyer had particualy intence currents ( gulf stream and kuroshi current are sub tropic) Labrador current and oyashio current ( are sub POLAR). did you know that organisms in these can be transported long distances!western boundary currents meander and can cause eddies which are conveniently important feature for entertaining(?) food for consumers *there was a whole text box that she blew threw no wonder i can't keep up in this class*

WOW the major flow of the water in the atlanic is in a clockwise direction. the circulation in the north atlatin is linked to artic circulation and what happens up north.... something something about different something.

The fuck is a jumpdrive? you mean a USB flash drive? please sent help. also let me reiterate - I didn't read todays papers. i am s c r e w e d but whats new. now we get to the prestation on the review paper... which is 33 pages. damn her prestation is so good. ok i dont knwo whats going on. rip my participation points oh well. maybe ill ask about the citation format when we are done and gain something.

Questions to gain participation points: explain the citation system. can we go into depth of anticyclonic vs cyclonic gyres and what that means/impacts?

I didn't realize i would have to write my citations by hand because its a super specific citation system that is a mash of APA and MLA and whatever the fuck else fish ocn peeps deem acceptable.

[miniaturemallow]

mARTch: x

29- Re draw something old

2017 Occu lookin rough. He's lost a couple eyes in his design over the years I guess

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Okay but a crossover drabble would literally be more exciting than the MCU........just sayin'

i'm listening <_< between who >_>

i do think about crossovers a lot~ I hope one day i get inspired to write it!!

[ladyvesuvia]

A Little Bit of Rain || [H.P.]

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for @anchoeritic’s writing challenge! -> this was really fun omg:

character A watching character B cry from afar -> sorry for straying a bit skdjejsoao

prompts:

there’s nobody there.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Requested?: no

Summary: And, with the wish of removing himself from her mind and every pain she carried with her, he raised his wand and said an incantation he despised — “Obliviate.”

Words: 3.3k

Song: A Little Bit of Rain by Fred Neil (loosely based)

Category: ANGSTTTT + little fluff?

GIF FROM PINTEREST. Mareya is a rushed OC.

Warnings: let me know if there are any!!!

A/N: Okay so this looked a lot better in my mind hHAHDBDHSJA + it’s inspired by a scene from the Kdrama Goblin omfg it’s so mf good soooo if you’ve watched that you’ll know which scene it is ;)) enjoy the pain <3 | i’ll proofread tomorrow

30th of July, 2001

“Is it true you’ve forgotten a portion of your life?” asked Mareya, the newbie [Y/N] just hired two weeks ago. She needed a hand in her antique shop, and the younger girl pounded on the store’s door and asked if she was still looking for an assistant.

“I’m starting to think you only wanted to work here to write an article about me,” teased [Y/N]. “I know you want to be a news writer but do yourself a favor and don’t put me in the headline.” The story spread like a forest fire when she found herself in this very shop, confused. Of course, she had never disclosed information but it’s no surprise that it had already spread through Little Whinging.

“Sorry, please don’t fire me.” Mareya was only around sixteen, about the age [Y/N] was when the memory story about her broke out. When a kid walked in the store, Mareya excused herself to tend to the new customer’s needs. [Y/N] was once again left to her own devices. She looked out of the store’s window, through the crooked figure of a wooden mannequin, waiting for something even she did not know. There was little known about her despite being the talk of the town for weeks on end.

“Okay, I’m back.” The young customer had left, and Mareya had dust sticking on her head, her nose red. “Kid was looking for one particular item that was here last month. Had to dig.”

“Cool,” replied [Y/N], her eyes still trained to the same spot outside the shop. “Cool.”

“No, not cool. It’s dusty there. Let’s start cleaning at the back shelves if we don’t want to get it crowded with spiders and termites and. . .dust.” Right, right. Clean up. [Y/N] nodded once more, not wanting to tear her gaze away from outside when Mareya snapped her fingers right in front of her face. “I asked if I could take a day off tomorrow. So, can I?”

It took a while for [Y/N] to fully awaken herself, but she eventually did. “Oh, yeah. Sure.” She shifted in her stool, willing once more for something to move outside to no avail. “I mean yeah, you can.”

“Are you alright?” Mareya pressed the back of her palm against [Y/N]’s cheek, checking for her body temperature. But then she seemed to gather more interest when she realized this might have something to do with her previous question. “Are you remembering something? Are you?”

“What? No! Get back to work, you git. And start calling me ‘ma’am,’ I’m older than you.” [Y/N] playfully punched the younger girl on the shoulder. Truth be told, she liked her company. It was getting lonely being all alone in the same place you’ve always been every single day, waiting for something. It was like having a little sister pestering you, and she didn’t mind the pestering part at all.

“So you agree twenty-one is old?”

“Oh, come on! If you don’t get back to work right now I am going to reconsider letting you take the day off tomorrow.”

“Fine, fine. My bad, ma’am.”

The two of them laughed, but [Y/N]’s thoughts were still so far away as her eyes kept going back to the same spot, waiting. . .

By eight p.m., [Y/N] was left alone in her own shop. Mareya left three hours ago, but she stayed to reorganize the occupants of the shelves and also in hopes of seeing something she refused to let anyone know. As she wiped a musical jewelry box on the counter, she looked outside once more. Nothing.

Disappointed, she stood up from her wooden stool to pull out a record and approached the dansette standing against the window. She placed the record on the turntable and adjusted the speed and put the arm. She hummed as So This Is Love played, watching as rain started to stain the side walk. Puddles reflecting the light from the lamp post nearest to it remained chaotic as little droplets joined its crew.

And, in her concerning state, [Y/N] stared at the same spot. She must have seen something — or nothing at all — for she started to weep for something she longed to keep unbeknownst to her it stood just outside the window, draped in a cloak meant to hide anything underneath it. He had come by to check on her, like he always did even five years after.

Rain soaked the top of his cloak as he just stood there in front of the store’s window, watching her as her face reddened and tears stained her face like the rain stained the now frosted window. He wanted to wipe the window and keep guarding her, but he knew there was nothing he can do.

Even in the pitter patter of the rain, he could hear the muffled tune of a familiar song from inside the shop. She always played it around this hour, sometimes staring into nothing and sometimes crying. This time, tears dripped down her cheeks. And he hated he couldn’t do anything about it.

Harry, whose only intention was to erase every memory she had of him and every single painful memory she owned did not come at a low price. He didn’t know what it was like, but he did know he messed up her mind. “I’m sorry,” he had told her the night he told her goodbye in this very spot. And, with the wish of removing himself from her mind and every pain she carried with her, he raised his wand and said an incantation he despised — “Obliviate.”

He just wanted to keep her safe. He only wanted to give her the peace she deserved but he had made matters worse.

And with that, he had disappeared into the night, hearing her drop to the same sidewalk. He didn’t look back even once and kept going. Now, as he remained stiff in front of the store five years later, he made his peace with this punishment he built for himself.

The rain had stopped now, and to his surprise [Y/N] was outside, and he could clearly see her face in the pale glow of the nearby lamp post. The tears were gone. At first, he thought she was looking at him, horror painting his face. She didn’t have a magical eye just like Moody’s, so how could she see him right now?

But no, she did not see him at all. She was looking ahead the endless road, eyes darting in every direction. “There’s nobody there,” she said to herself, but loud enough for Harry to hear. Her gaze fell to where his feet were planted and repeated, “there’s nobody there.” And went back into the store, the door creaking as she did so.

•———

1st of January, 1998 01:03

When the clock strikes at midnight on a new year, that entire minute is dedicated to jolly cheers, fireworks exploding and decorating the once empty sky. It’s always been like that. And by that minute passes, everyone becomes silent again, minding their own businesses. [Y/N] sat peacefully in a train on its way to King’s cross. As she listened to the hum of the vehicle, she planned out how she would go home: take a cab, stop by her father’s antique shop and add her new finds (a limited edition Peter Rabbit figurine and a miniature mannequin), and finally come home.

The other passengers didn’t seem to be having a good time, so she didn’t bother to give them at least a timid smile. Other than that, the ride itself was painfully boring, what with the only sound you can hear the rumble of the tracks as it finally skidded to a stop. A monotonous voice spoke reverberated through the speakers, and the doors whistled open.

An hour has passed since midnight, so it was no surprise it was quieter than usual when she stepped out of the train. [Y/N] cradled the paper bag in the other crook of her arm to take off her coat. It was peculiarly burning hot at this time of the night and she didn’t want to sweat all the way. She’d probably get back to Surrey by around two in the morning. She folded the quote with one hand and hung it over her right arm, switching the paper bag to the same arm to keep it safe and kept walking.

There were no cabs outside, so she decided it was best to wait by the other side of the highway. She deeply considered taking a half hour walk to get to Westfield Stratford, but pushed this aside when she remembered it opens around ten in the morning. [Y/N] sighed. She was tired, having come all the way from a long trip. It’s alright, she thought. I’ll get my own car once I sell enough from my store.

As [Y/N] crossed the pedestrian lane, her shoulder bumped against that of a stranger who was coming from the other side. She pat the person’s shoulder in apology, who was now looking right back at her. He was probably around her age, only that she thought of this stranger more extraordinary than she was what with his green eyes and messy hair. Green eyes and messy hair.

The stranger now looked like as if he had seen a ghost. “Gee, it’s not like I meant to hit you. No need to cry.” She scoffed and went on her way, leaving the man dumbfounded.

He stood there for three more seconds, left aghast before he looked back to find the very person he wanted to see walking away. He was aware he had taken her memories away, yet seeing it up close reminded him how real this was. Because when you don’t see the consequences you must face, it becomes easy to pretend nothing ever happened in the first place.

Crowds of people seemed to be coming around everywhere now, blocking her from view until he could no longer see her anymore. He walked the other way, not wanting to be found in the middle of the street once the red light turned up.

The man she ran into that late night was none other than the boy who made her feel the closest thing to love she could have ever felt — Harry James Potter. And once more, they parted ways. But at that very moment, he swore to himself he’d look after her, for that was the least he could do.

You could leave, she’s doing better, a voice in his head had told him. But no, he wouldn’t. And as he walked back to the station from which she came from, he was already coming up with excuses for himself to cover up the fact that he will always refuse to admit he had only wanted to see her even if it was from a distance.

Even if she couldn’t see him at all.

•———

31st of July, 2001

[Y/N] forgot she had let Mareya take the day off. She had baked a tiny cake earlier that day before going to work and placed it in a flat, round tin container. The eco tote bag sat abandoned on top of a dusty antique drawer. This time, she did not look outside. Instead, she left the door open and went to the back of the store, making sure there weren’t termites living in the plywoods that separated different kinds of products from one another.

She could almost hear Mareya’s rebuke: “Are you mad? There are thieves in this place! And you were at the back? You wouldn’t even know if anyone came in and took something. These are all expensive, you should know that.”

Nonetheless, she loved that kid. It’s like having a sister, a daughter, and a mother all at once. Even though Meraya was younger for half a decade, [Y/N] was the one being looked after. When she heard the telltale sound of the rain, she rushed to the door and slammed it shut. She didn’t even question the sudden change of weather anymore. It was always either too sunny or too rainy. Sometimes in between, like a little bit of sunshine but also a little bit of rain.

Customers came and went, taking something from her shop along with them. And just like yesterday, time passed by quickly. It was still raining a bit outside, so she stood up from the stool and grabbed the violet umbrella a customer left years ago. She turned off every light in the shop, and just when she was about to put out the one at the counter, she noticed the vase of Asters had withered — its petals dark and the center now more green than its leaves. Scowling [Y/N] unhesitatingly pulled out the flowers from the vase, crumpled it with her fingers and shoved it into the tiny trash can behind the counter.

She swung the door open again, but instead of stepping out, she went back to the back to check if the lights were all out. After doing a thorough inspection, she decided it was good enough and picked up the unopened tin container in an eco tote bag. Thankfully, the ants hadn’t gotten to it yet. With a relieved sigh, she slipped out of the door and locked it with her own key as the tote bag hung limp on her arm, the stick of the umbrella resting on her collarbone.

[Y/N] let out a long exhale as she stared straight ahead, aware that the spot she’d been staring at the entire time yesterday was now within reach of her umbrella. The rain was singing again. Pitter patter, it said tauntingly as ever.

With a start, she calmly closed the umbrella only halfway. It was like a stick now, but it was bound to open if she let go. [Y/N] could feel the rain wetting her hair.

“He’s taller than me this much” — she scaled her umbrella up and down the air — “and the cloth must be down to his legs. If I’m not mistaken. . .”

She dug the umbrella’s point downward then upward to her right and let go, the umbrella flapping open and taking a soft fabric along with it. It was a Cloak, and it had fallen on the sidewalk, where a puddle mildly engulfed it. As for the umbrella, it flopped and wobbled away, the hook pointing upwards to the sky.

And, as she had theorized, a familiar face stood to her right, face downcast in astonishment.

A tall figure clad in a simple get-up: a wrinkled shirt and worn out jeans.

[Y/N] faced the man to her right, now staring into his face. He was frozen, but she wasn’t. “Hello, Harry,” she breathed. “A phone call would’ve been nice.” She was holding the bag with the tin container in her left hand, keeping it tightly shut as to not let the rain get to the cake.

Harry stiffened at how she said his name. It’s been a long time since she called out to him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But her memories. . . ? Had she known I was with her all this time?

“I left the door open today so you could come in. Didn’t really want you to catch a cold.” He didn’t respond. “Aren’t you gonna say something?”

“I— Er— Well, how. . . How are you?”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Although her tone did not at all hint any harshness in it, Harry felt himself recoil. Why was he so scared? “How have you been?”

Unsure himself, Harry cleared his throat in an effort to steady himself and not cry at the sight of the woman he had longed to bring into his arms for such a long time. “Er — Good?”

She chuckled, beaming up at him as if this was simply a daily conversation you had with a friend. But were they even friends? He felt a pang of guilt gnaw at his stomach. Would you consider someone a friend if they erased memories you had of them, kept away from you, and followed you around like a creep?

“It’s, uh, been. . . Five years, yeah?” Harry whispered, impressed at himself for even being able to speak.

“Three.” She studied him intently, not wanting to look away in fear that he might vanish and dissolve. “We met near King’s Cross, if I’m not mistaken. You even almost cried because I bumped your shoulder.” [Y/N] giggled.

It was still raining, small droplets falling from the heavens yet doing a good job wetting the entire landscape thoroughly. His Invisibility Cloak lied sadly on a puddle, but he’d have to just worry about that later. “You. . . know who I am? How could you — ? Didn’t I — ?”

“See, you said to remember only my happy moments, but you said to forget you. That’s a contradiction.” She held out the tote bag containing the cake. “Happy Birthday, Harry. I made it for you.”

He ignored the cake. Instead, he grabbed her outstretched arm and pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapped around her so tight she could explode. His hand cradled the back of her head, and he could smell her hair perfectly now.

“My hair’s wet enough from the rain, Harry. Don’t stain it more with your tears.” But she was crying as well, but she just let him drown her in the embrace and in that very moment she found herself begging whoever there was to beg to not let this be a mere dream.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me you knew?” His voice cracked, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer. He felt like he knew, but at the same time felt like he didn’t. He simply wanted to hear it from her.

“It’s a punishment for trying to remove you from my memories and leaving me alone for two years,” said [Y/N]. As sad as it seemed, her voice was pleasant and careful as ever. “But you made up for it, so I forgive you. Don’t erase my memory this time, yes?” She pat his back, which she noticed was stained with both sweat and rain.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I won’t. I’ll make it up to you more. I’m so—”

“Let’s not talk about it now,” she said, pulling away and looking up at him. He had aged as well, with the hint of a stubble marking his jaw and circles under his eyes. “We can be happy in this moment. Let’s choose that instead, okay?”

In all honesty, she was angry and miserable too. But finally seeing him face to face had outshined whatever negative feelings were built up in her chest.

She had her suspicions that he was with her sometimes for the past few years, but yesterday had confirmed it when she stepped out of the shop and saw a spot in a puddle not getting wet by the rain. It was because his feet were planted in that very spot. Aside from that, he had also brought wet footprints inside the store, and that was when she was sure that he was there with her.

“I don’t want to be mad at you now,” started [Y/N]. “I spent the last five years doing just that. Let’s not waste the present in resentment for each other. Sound good?”

“Good. Yes, good.”

“Alright. Now, do you want to pick up your cloak and the umbrella and go back inside and eat this cake if it’s not yet soaked?”

Harry wanted to hug her again, but he was assured he’d have plenty of time to do that with her now that everything was alright. And with a toothy smile, he nodded eagerly.

There’ll be more tears to shed, more words you didn’t mean to say, more of everything you could imagine that could bring pain. . .but right now, they would not let a little bit of rain wash away their chance at a happy ending.

Taglist: @gingerale2017 @fives-cup-of-coffee @hey-there-angels @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts

line from goblin 2016 i used (oh god pls watch it):

you said to remember only my happy moments, but you said to forget you. that’s a contradiction

author’s note :

omfg sorry if the narration was a bit messy jdhrksoa i didn’t wanna reveal she remembered everything and i wanted to stick with third person because it’s what i’m most comfortable with.

btw i got the aster idea from @samineisntmyname’s language of flowers story, i meant to imply that her patience was wavering ;)) xj&:$392 ok thats all thankie

specifically based on this scene omg sorry for the spoilers lmao:

[mcyt-factives]

Hello! Would a cc!Minx introject request be ok? If ao, may I have some neos? Preferably demon or creatures like that themed neos? Thanks! Also may we be the 🖥sys anon?

yeah of course!!! youre more than welcome, minx, we're happy to have you!! (n you got it!! i'll write it down so i can add you once we get our info stuff up and running proper) - mod wil

dae/daem

fi/fiend

oc/occu(/occults)

sin/sins

he/hell

claw/claws

ee/eerie

cry/cryptid

fa/fangs

fi/fire

[magikbeanshop]

occus my gnome oc in the mushroom and dandelion forest

The lineart and lineless versions are available in my etsy shop (link in bio) as well, the rainbow version is just for fun 🍄

And a lil song to go with it 💕

[sappypinarta]

I now have three pink haired ocs that have very similar vibes to them so I guess I have a type?

Left to right: Marzipan, a Gardevoir gijinka; Isak, one of my Arcana apprentices; and Lorelei, who is a part of my friend group's Original Character Cinematic Universe (the OCCU)

[genderplaylist]

Demon-related pronouns

Non-exclusive (everyone can use):

De/dem/demonself or demonicself

Dai/daim/daimonself

Dae/daem/daemonself

Fi/fien/fiendself

In/infe/infernalself

Un/unho/unholyself

Wi/wick/wickedself

Ma/malev/malevolentself

Oc/occu/occultself

Si/sin/sinself

Ri/rit/ritualself

Te/ter/terrorself

Ma/mam/mammonself

Ma/mani/maniacalself

Co/cond/condemseld or condemedself

Da/damn/damnself or damnedself (yes, kind of vulgar, i know)

Exclusive to fallen angelkin:

Fa/falle/fallenself

Gra/grace/gracelesself

Ame/ameda/ameself or amedaself or amedamnself

Ask Lucifer first:

Lu/luci/luciferself

De/dev/devilself

Sa/sata/satanself

[genderqueer-dream]

Hi hi!! Do u have Pronouns or genders relating to things that are demonic? ÓwÒ

Personally, I use damn/damn/damns/damnself pronouns!

There’s also 

Da/damn/damns/damnself

De/dem/demonself or demonicself

Dai/daim/daimonself

Dae/daem/daemonself

Fi/fien/fiendself

In/infe/infernalself

Un/unho/unholyself

Wi/wick/wickedself

Ma/malev/malevolentself

Oc/occu/occultself

Si/sin/sinself

Ri/rit/ritualself

Te/ter/terrorself

Ma/mam/mammonself

Ma/mani/maniacalself

Co/cond/condemseld or condemedself

For genders, there’s Daimogender, 666gender, Hellgender, and if you’re demonkin, you may want to look into just kingender!

[slenderverse-remade]

i just think about character depth to my fnaf oc in my OC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE [OCCU] and listen to 80s rock. thats what gays do

[id-pack-archive]

Plain text

Warning: I had no creativity whatsoever while making this, nor did i do very much research!!

Names

Simmer, Scorch, Flame, Ember, Fire, Blaze, Phoenix, Inferno

Pronouns

De/dem/demonself or demonicself, dai/daim/daimonself, dae/daem/daemonself, fi/fien/fiendself, in/infe/infernalself, un/unho/unholyself, wi/wick/wickedself, oc/occu/occultself, si/sin/sinself, ri/rit/ritualself, te/ter/terrorself, ma/mani/maniacalself, co/cond/condemseld or condemedself, da/damn/damnself or damnedself

Titles

Demonic one, (prn) who is demonic, (prn) who is on a journey to Hell, hellish one, unholy one, I honestly have no idea anymore!

Sorry i took so long to see this, I'm on and off of Tumblr a lot!! Also IDK how to remove the % thing

Would you please make an ID Pack related to Dante’s Inferno? Tysm

WARNING: I HAD NO CREATIVITY WHATSOEVER WHILE MAKING THIS, NOR DID I DO VERY MUCH RESEARCH!!

NAMES

Simmer, Scorch, Flame, Ember, Fire, Blaze, Phoenix, Inferno

PRONOUNS

De/dem/demonself or demonicself, dai/daim/daimonself, dae/daem/daemonself, fi/fien/fiendself, in/infe/infernalself, un/unho/unholyself, wi/wick/wickedself, oc/occu/occultself, si/sin/sinself, ri/rit/ritualself, te/ter/terrorself, ma/mani/maniacalself, co/cond/condemseld or condemedself, da/damn/damnself or damnedself

Titles

Demonic one, (prn) who is demonic, (prn) who is on a journey to Hell, hellish one, unholy one, I honestly have no idea anymore!

SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO SEE THIS. I'M ON AND OFF OF TUMBLR A LOT!! ALSO IDK HOW TO REMOVE THE c/o THING :'/

[miniaturemallow]

-older art-

Body horror boi

[miniaturemallow]

After seeing that one time you drew some of your OCs in some different spunky outfits, how about some of them in cozy sweaters for the holidays!

ye, bundle up them OCs for the cold winter holiday