#peak found sibling friendship behavior

[dasketcherz]

I think Gregory and Cassie twins agenda can still work by using a cute headcanon like imagining that they coincidentally just happen to share the same birthday so theyre like bday twins instead ( ；∀；)

[ichangemyusertoomuch]

from your post about torchwood character analysis - do you have anything to say about owen? about his death maybe? or his dynamics with other characters?

personally I think Owen's progression is so ignored! many people really don't like him, and I think that's because they buy into his "mean guy" front too much, right from the start, when I prefer to see that as shield of some sorts.

chronologically: his childhood? sucked. in season two, episode five 'Adam', he talks about his mother, claiming that she said that she "didn't have to like him in order to love him". straight off the bat - what the hell - we see that she clearly was some form of abusive. presumably in an emotional manner, by not caring at all and being neglectful. therefore, possibly being a stem for his almost attention-seeking behavior (specifically in season one), where he acts 'mean' in order to get a reaction from others. alternatively it could suggest his self-neglect, as he doesn't actually look after himself, as shown through the means of sexual relationships without any long-term point.

the reason for this??

KATIE! his fiance. the one who literally died of an alien parasite before they could get married. in season two, episode twelve 'Fragments', we see a chunk of his backstory, before he became this 'selfish jerk'. I think that he was a really normal dude, genuinely in love. and the way that that relationship became an absolute trainwreck really mentally damaged him, the way he sees the world, the way he sees love and relationships. I think that kind of loss absolutely destroys a person and hence, as a defense mechanism to avoid the world from hurting him again: he decided to be an extremely unlikable idiot.

in 'Adam' Owen is stripped of his cool-ness and turns into - not many ways to put this - a needy geek. in a deleted scene I found on YouTube (I'll tag the series of deleted scenes below, it's somewhere in that vid), he calls his mother and tries to arrange meeting up with her. that is the only time we ever see him talk to her, and he's very much not himself: he's weaker and so he's dropped the emotion floodgates, calling his mother even though she hurt him. therefore, I feel that Owen isn't actually the jerk he pretends to be. supported by how literally just before he dies (for the final time), he reverts to being a normal person. his plain and sweet self. (which entirely heartbreaking, but I had to add that in, for his depth, my apologies everybody)

he had the affair with Gwen at the peak of the not-caring-about-anybody phase and really seemed to end up regretting it. he and Gwen (as friends) are really sweet, their vibes match so well and I love how they basically have a sibling dynamic.

as for Jack, well, Jack has this amazing power how everyone in Torchwood remains good friends no matter what. Owen shoots Jack? "I forgive you". Ianto shoots Owen? they're friends again in season two. and so I really do think that Jack and Owen are friends. they have trust. a lot of trust, but there is friction (look at the season one finale, for god's sake). Jack resurrected Owen because he emotionally wasn't ready to give him up, and that may have ended up being a selfish move because of how crushing it was on everyone involved.

the zombie arc was a massive challenge and he conquered it so incredibly. from episodes 9-13 (season two) he was fine, give or take the sarcastic comment. in season two, episode eight 'A Day in the Death', Jack provides nothing but tough love to Owen. being what he needed but didn't exactly want.

when Owen died fully in episode thirteen he was ready to stop living like he was. a walking corpse. he did not want to die, but he knew that his insanely fragile existence wasn't worth it.

in conclusion, I think Owen's progression is immaculate. he learns to drop the tough guy brick wall to the point where he has actual two way friendships. although, I do wish he'd had the date with Tosh. although I understand why it wasn't going to happen. they're destined away from each other. (maybe how Owen is destined to find anything but happiness)

thank you for reading, if you made it to here you're a real one 💪

the deleted scene:

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Serena's Basic Info

Name: Serena Odette Sullivan

Serena's faceclaims came pretty easily, I must say. The only one I struggled to find was the one from the 60s, but I ultimately decided on Claudine Auger (Thunderball). For the 80s, we have Robyn Lively (Karate Kid 3). In the 90s - Alicia Witt (Twin Peaks). And, of course, for the current day, we have Violet Brinson (Walker).

Nicknames: Rena (her friends), Odie (her dad and grandma), Sully (a Monster’s Inc reference used by Vivien, basically calling her a big, hairy monster), She-Devil (quite a few people, but only behind her back)

Age: 16

Date of Birth: May 31

Zodiac: Gemini

Birthstone: Emerald

Nationality: Scottish, Irish, and American

Sexuality: Bi-curious (she hasn’t tried anything with a girl yet, but she's more than a bit curious)

Birthplace: Lafayette, Louisiana

Current Residence: Treasure Island, Florida

Occupation: High school junior, cheerleader and soccer captain

Talents/Skills: Sneaking out, applying flawless makeup, and talking her way out of trouble.

Birth order: Oldest of two - the other is a half-brother.

Siblings: Sawyer Louis (6 years old)

Parents: Marcus Elliott Sullivan and Emma Louise Reagan

Step-father: David Price

Signature:

Height: 5’3”

Race: White

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Red

Glasses or contact lenses: Refuses to buy any despite needing them as she feels they make her look like some old librarian

Distinguishing features: Freckles everywhere, deep dimples, cleft chin, and scars on her right arm and hip from a car accident. However, she is most often seen in head-to-toe purple, so she’s not exactly easy to miss.

Mannerisms: Twirling her hair around her finger when deep in thought, chewing the inside of her cheek when nervous, and constantly adjusting her hair if she feels it’s not sitting right or her hair ties aren’t tight enough.

Health: She was born with a heart condition but grew out of it, and she has type 1 diabetes which she wears a glucose monitor for (in modern times).

Hobbies: She occasionally writes poetry or paints, but soccer and cheerleading take up most of her time, so hobbies are more of a fantasy than anything.

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): If you were to ask her, she would look at you like you’d grown another head and ask if you were serious, however, even she admits she has more than one. To her, it would have to be how fragile she is internally. She may act like a mythic bitch, but it’s just that - an act. She’s not heartless. In fact, she’s quite the opposite. Her prissy, holier-than-thou behavior is a front to keep people at a distance, but it doesn’t take much to break that down. She’s not great at controlling her emotions, so you either get the full brunt of it all at once and she breaks down crying while she screams at you, or you get a stone wall ready to tear you apart with her words; there is no in-between with her. 

Best quality (in their opinion): Her loyalty. When she’s friends with someone or is put on a team with people, she will put everyone and everything else aside to help them get through things. When it comes to friendships, she doesn’t have a lot, but those she is close with, she’s a ride-or-die for. However, her loyalty toward both her cheer and soccer teams is plain as day as she would do anything for them. She holds grudges long after the person offended has dropped the issue, but that’s just what friends do, right?

Biggest fear: She’s constantly worried that her little glass castle is going to break and everyone will see what’s going on behind the scenes. On the outside, she has a perfect life - her mom got a good chunk of money in the divorce on top of child support, her dad runs one of the largest companies in the state, and she’s spoiled by both of them as they fight to be her favorite. However, when her mom remarried, the money stopped, and they had to move further from her dad, she found herself struggling to keep herself together. Instead, she pretends that they still have all the money she was accustomed to, acts as though she doesn’t hate her life, and portrays to everyone else that things are perfect. Her biggest fear is someone finding a crack and destroying the image she knows and loves. She would do anything to prevent this from happening, of course, but it still terrifies her.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite ice cream: Black raspberry chocolate chip

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite number: 1, because if you can’t be the best, why even try?

Favorite songs: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez, Bad Blood (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, and Primadonna by MARINA

A place they want to visit: Milan, Italy, or Grindelwald, Switzerland

[onthesandsofdreams]

Soulmates Found

Pairing: Sansa/Daenerys Rating: T Summary:  The concept of Soulmates is not unheard of, but it’s incredibly rare. Words: 1209 Notes: For Sapphic Sansa Fest

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The concept of Soulmates is not unheard of, but it’s incredibly rare.

Soulmates, are thought to be the sort of of love that writes legends. Which is why, Sansa dreams of having a soulmate. She wishes that one day, she will wake up with a flourish on her left wrist and the name of someone who will be her perfect match.

Her parents aren’t, but they teach her that love doesn’t have to come from a soulmate to be honest, true and steadfast. Sansa is happy for her parents, of course, but she still wishes for that perfect someone. Rare is the soulmate that clashes.

There have been tragic stories, of course. Who can forget Queen Naerys and her doomed soulmate, her brother, Aemon? History doesn’t let you forget how her own husband had reacted, and how he, who had had little love for her, worsened his behavior. So she prays, to both the Old Gods and the New, wishes for someone to come along and love her as she is.

But the years pass and her left wrist remains clear of marks. Sansa does her best to deal with her disappointment, she dates, constantly wondering if her current partner will be the right one. If she will wake up with their name on her wrist. But nothing happens, no name ever appears and she feels a deep sadness that she can’t quite place. It’s almost as if her very soul is mourning.

Sansa deals with heartbreak, with new loves and infatuations the best she can. She lives her life, graduates college, starts her own fashion studio with her parents support. She hires her ex, Margaery Tyrell to help her. Margaery is the one who knows how to say clients, she even wears some of her designs to balls she’s been invited. And when she alone is not enough, she hires three new seamstresses. Business starts to go well and she’s happy.

There is still a small little voice, that weeps for love. Sansa’s always been quite the romantic, much to her sister’s chagrin, her own mother had simply told her to be careful. That her heart was not a toy, that she ought to give it only those who were worthy of her.

Sansa listens, mostly.

And then, one day, Daenerys Targaryen walks into her small studio. Margaery ushers her to her office, and Sansa feels like she can’t breath. Of course she had seen Daenerys in photographs and videos, but the woman who stands in her studio is far more attractive, and she decides that those photos do not do her justice. Fair, silver haired and jewels eyes, on the smaller side, but still, carries herself like a Queen.

She listens to her wishes, measures her and nearly swoons again at the lovely scent of Daenerys’ perfume. When Daenerys leaves, she pulls her sketchbook and begins working. Sansa designs two dresses, one to the specifications of Daenerys and another, in what she would dress her in. She sets the second one aside and begins production for the one Daenerys actually commissioned.

Daenerys’ patronage increases Sansa’s workload, after all, most of King’s Landing elite wants to look like the President’s daughter. And Daenerys keeps coming back, with more requests and somewhere along the line, she and Daenerys – Dany, as she requests she call her – become friends.

That friendship grows, steadily and Sansa comes to realize that she’s in love with Daenerys. And for once, she’s actually afraid that she will wake with someone else’s name on her wrist. She finally grows confident in asking Dany out, as a date. Luckily for her, Dany agrees and she feels herself like she will float away in happiness.

They begin dating and everything is smooth sailing. Her parents love Dany, and she feels a smug satisfaction that she has deprived Robb of making his shovel talk. Arya and Dany bond like siblings, her youngest siblings adore her too.

Dany’s family is harder, her father is strange and she almost feels like the man is mad. She refuses to say it, but she can’t wait for the next elections. Dany’s mother is sweet and gently, she welcomes her with a mother’s love and is happy for her daughter. Rhaegar and Elia welcome her with open wrists, Viserys is harder to please, but one glare of Rhaegar and he calms down. He’s cool, but not cruel.

Their relationship grows, and the reach the moving together stage. Dany moves in, Sansa makes space for all of Dany’s things. They even buy new things, they have fun and life is good.

Then one day, Dany has to travel to Essos for work. She’s been gone for a day, when Sansa wakes up with a pain on her wrist, dread coils upon her stomach and she quickly turns the lights on. She lifts a shaky wrist and notices something that was not there, peaking from her long sleeve shirt. With a trembling hand, she moves her shirt up and, much to her relief, the name Daenerys Targaryen is written in bright, bold red letters.

Sansa breathes a huge sigh of relief. Not a moment latter, her phone rings. It’s Daenerys, who nearly screams her ear off, saying that she has Sansa’s name on her wrist. They weep on the phone, and promise each other, to hug and kiss and love one another forever. Once they hang up, Sansa calls her mother, weeping, she tells her the news. Her mother weeps alongside her, and wishes her happiness and promises to keep quiet until they make an official announcement. Or at least, Dany’s back from Essos and they can speak of it together.

They keep most of that promise when they are reunited. Dany abandons all decorum as she spots Sansa, and runs straight into her wrists, they kiss passionately in full view of others at the airport. They part only when they are short of breath, and the grin they give one another is so radiant, it could match the sun. They walk to the car holding hands.

The rest of their families takes the news with great joy. They celebrate two parties, one that Dany’s family hosts and the second by her family. They spend that winter in Winterfell and Dany officially gets her own family sock for Sevenmas, handmade by her mother, it hangs on the chimney mantel next to Sansa’s.

That Sevenmas, Sansa gifts Dany the dress she drew when they first met. The one she had sewn in secret. It’s deep purple silk, that both drapes and hugs the small curves of Dany. Dany gives her a ring, and Sansa accepts the proposal with teary eyes.

Their relationship might not have started as soulmates, but it was as if fate had chosen them after they fell in love. As if it could give its tacit approval by marking them as such. Sansa and Daenerys marry the following summer in the Baelor’s sept. They hold another, smaller ceremony in Winterfell’s godswoods.

Grinning, they say their vows twice over, and as tradition demands, they seal it with a kiss. Their story is only just beginning. Because they are fire and ice, and their story will be written in gold in the history books, they know.

[chaoswillfallrpg]

EVANGELINE SELWYN is TWENTY EIGHT YEARS OLD and a UNSPEAKABLE in THE HALL OF PROPHECY at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC.  She looks remarkably like KIKI LAYNE and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN. 

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: abuse, death

Reserved and aloof, many have forsaken themselves trying to understand Evangeline Selwyn’s infuriating air of mystery. Dreams stolen by stars, they are the cold uncertain turn of the tide highlighted in the glittering silver of the moon. Born to callous people, the Selwyn’s cared less about their children and more about the legacy and image that they were leaving behind. Notorious for being volatile, it was only to be expected for a family that was rumored to hold the air loom of none other than Salazar Slytherin himself. Harbouring sinister secrets, happiness was never something found within the Selwyn manor. Growing up in Bedfordshire, England, there was no doubt in the Sacred Twenty-Eight community that the Selwyn’s were purists. Holding a snobbery towards muggles deeming them less than, no one could match their ranks and no one dared tried. One of the most powerful and noteworthy families in the country, the lineage was filled with atrocities better left as hidden secrets uttered by skeletons at the backs of locked closets. House elves tormented and repeatedly mistreated by their father, Eva was one of the few in their household that held empathy. Not seeing the world as strictly black and white, they saw the souls behind their father’s critiques and disgust. Creeping out of bed to offer a kind word to patch up the pain her father inflicted was common, among those was her brother EDRICK who was a frequent victim of their fathers abuse. 

Walking into the Selwyn manor was like walking into a viper pit. Each as manipulative and deadly as the next; the family were known for holding power in the ministry and using it to their advantage. With their father HARRELSON working in the International Confederation of Wizards, their mother SAFFRON acted as a crowning gem on his arm. Charming exteriors hid their calculating and deceitful natures, secretively pulling strings as if skilled puppeteers to turn the tide in their favor. Toying with those they deemed inferior, they thrived on the power held in belittling others. With bitter distaste for anyone challenging traditionalist views, the couple forced sorcerers to conform and bend under their whim; disposing discreetly of anyone who dared not comply. Eva turned a blind eye. Knowing it was better to be withdrawn than to partake in the nightmares she could only imagine her father created outside of the walls of their manor. Compared to her brother who grew to mimic their father’s behaviors, Eva grew inwardly. Typically a loner, Eva developed a distaste for people especially those among the Twenty-Eight who cared more for appearances than self discipline. With crystals and astronomy maps for company, they found friendship in their cousin ABIGAIL FERNSBY. While chastised for spending time with Abbie who is labeled the ‘black sheep of the family’, Abigail is the only person related to the Selwyn’s that holds compassion and love. Their friendship was filled with exchanging letters and prying eyes from parents. While their grandmother hoped having a ‘true’ Selwyn as an influence would benefit Abbie, in actuality the effects had been reversed; leaving Eva with a softer touch. 

Despite being in separate houses, Hogwarts offered a real chance to spend time in her cousin’s company. Opposites, Abigail held gentle mannerisms, lion hearted bravery and kindness in every ounce of her body. Eva was the opposite. Warn to a cold exterior from years of forceful opinions, she was an obstinate witch more concerned with safe guarding her heart than how her blunt comments could leave others with bruises. Excelling in divination and astronomy, her natural talents quickly shone through. Renowned around the halls for predicting disasters that came to fruition, many saw her as a bad omen. Avoided at all costs from fear and her family’s reputation, Eva was labeled an oddity by her peers. While her professor expressed their admiration and suspicion that Eva could be gifted with the inner eye, the notion of being a Seer hovered over her head like an unwanted shadow. Met with dismay, irritation and disregard, Eva buried the possibility to console her deepest fear that they could be right. Knowing her talents could lead to peril, she harbored them with dread of the repercussions should her father become aware. Holding niche interests in peculiarity, Eva never expected to find friends who shared similar interests in the unusual. Perched alone by the waterfall, her interest peaked when she heard the harrowing voices of sisters SAGE and ROWAN BOSWELL who sung into the night like sirens luring their pray. Accompanied by OPAL GREY, RIVER NORWOOD and NOVA MURRELL, the group were equally as strange and unlike many of the students passing in the halls. 

Over the years, the group began to feel like home. Marveling at hidden objects in the room of requirement, they shared tales with the tower ghosts and spent nights gazing at constellations. Thankfully their close bond continued after Hogwarts despite Eva’s family voicing rounds of objections to associating with half bloods and half breeds. The group became her sanity after graduating. While playing the idealistic product of a Twenty-Eight, she craved a moment of sanctum away from the snobbery. Escaping London, what had meant to be a two week holiday turned into a summer romance and the best four years of her life. Brought to Paris following Sage and Rowan’s band ‘Siren Call ’, Eva longed to find peace for her troubled soul; never did she imagine she’d find love instead. CLAUDETTE DELACOUR felt like coming up for air. A complex woman, Evangeline found herself quickly captivated by her. Meeting at the club ‘Siren Call’ was playing at, exchanged glances turned to drinking and dancing with the night ending wrapped under sheets in each other's arms. Encapsulated with one another, from that night they never spent a day apart. While Eva’s experience was more extreme, they both shared overbearing families and a displeasure in the pressure of continuing a lineage they held no interest in. They cherished one another and it wasn’t long before Eva had moved in with Claude and her best friend JACQUELINE LEJEUNE. Claude’s social circle became hers, with GABRIEL DUMONT and RAPHAEL FRANCOIS the five became extremely close. With her friends visiting from England when they could, Paris was idealist and offered a life Eva had only ever dreamed of.

Letters and howlers from home were burned on arrival in an attempt to distance herself from the Selwyn’s by any means necessary. The exception was Abigail, along with rare exchanged letters from Erik who consistently pleaded with her to see reason and return. Not heeding his warning, Eva was prepared to disown her family while Claudette held reservations to sacrifice the same. Left exasperated and hurt at being kept a secret from people that still meant so much to the french woman, the topic was a continuous sour point. With the desire to love openly and freely, they’d planned to flee Paris once Claude had visited home to gather personal belongs and to tell her siblings. Planning to leave a mere note for her parents before joining Eva so they could disappear into the night. Never did Eva consider their simple goodbye would be their last farewell. Hours and days past with no word, leading her to assume Claude had gotten cold feet and chosen her family rather than facing her again. Abandoned and left by the one person she’d truly loved, her heart ached with betrayal and broken promises. Inconsolable, despite efforts from Gabriel and Jacqueline to assure them there was no use. The rejection forged walls back around her heart, ashamed of believing her childish fantasies could ever become a reality. Plans to stay in Paris were quickly torn, with owls from Opal and Sage informing her that Nova had passed suddenly and under suspicious circumstances. While the Ministry tried to cover up the death, Evangeline can sense that River is holding reservations and the secrets of what really happened that night.

Devastated, Eva returned to England with a shattered heart, broken dreams and grief that was beyond comparison. Isolated in an attempt to numb her heart ache, despite efforts to be consoled by Rowan nothing seemed to ease her. Reluctantly, the Selwyn’s started to make more of an appearance in her life again. Leaning heavily on her brother, Edrick spoke of a new world where creatures didn’t have to live in fear or discrimination. Holding onto hope that life could be better for sorcerers like River, Eva is slowly turning towards the ideology that it could be the best way forward to help everyone. Influenced back into the grasp of their father, his fury upon her return could have burned the manor to the ground. Adamant she brought shame onto the family name, his ‘teachings’ had been ill in comparison to the torment she faced upon return. Long sleeves hiding scars from cursed quills, Eva fell back in line with the Selwyn’s. Distancing herself from her friends to prove loyalty to her family, she took a job within the Ministry under her father’s guidance that having sorcerers hold Ministry positions would come in useful when the time came. Taking the opportunity and using her status as an unspeakable as an advantage, Eva has been looking into Nova’s murder with the help of NOBREGAS THORNE. Though she is still skeptical about the world her family envision with THE DARK LORD, Evangeline is starting to grasp that being closer to the death eaters could mean safety. Security for the family, herself and friends when the new world comes to light, but she is keeping her head down and counting her plays in the mean time.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female 

Sexuality → Pansexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Family →  Harrelson Selwyn (father), Saffron Selwyn (mother), Edrick Selwyn (brother), Abigail Fernsby (cousin/close friend)

Connections  → Sage Boswell (best friend), Rowan Boswell (best friend), Opal Grey (best friend), River Norwood (best friend), Claudette Delacour (ex-girlfriend/potential love interest), Jacqueline Lejeune (ex-housemate/friend), Gabriel Dumont (friend), Raphael Francois (friend), Alexandra Rosier (adversary), Nobregas Thorne (colleague/friend/potential love interest), Regina Rowle (colleague)

Future Information →  Future Member of The Death Eaters

EVANGELINE SELWYN  IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH.

[secretblog1212]

What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓            

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

    He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

    After a truly fulfilling  debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

    A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey.  Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

    The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

    Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

    He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

    He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

    The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

    Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

    Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

    Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

    “Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

    Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

    “Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

    “Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

    Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

    “No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

    “Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

    Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

    Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

    Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

    And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted  but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

    Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

    He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

    And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

    Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego's fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn't remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn't make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego's wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of  gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Yay, your asks are open! Something I've been constantly wondering about is; what would happen if the Papas and the Cardinal were into a member of the church and about to ask them out/make their feelings known-only to find out that their love is already in a relationship, with one of their own ghouls. :D :D I love ghouls and I live for drama, so. XD (Also, please include which ghoul it was, if you can! if not I understand, no pressure)

Oooooh, drama llama! I’m here for it fam! 

Papa Nihil: Papa Nihil had considered asking for your companionship for a while now. You were a dutiful sibling of sin, and one that was very pleasing to the eyes and senses. He had found excuses to bring you closer, what with him being in the higher clergy and everything. Nihil was ready to have you inducted into his harem when the news was broken to him. Funnily enough, it was in the most indirect way possible. 

Nihil had overheard Copia explaining away some damages to Sister Imperator. Apparently, from what he could gather- the ghoul, Ember, had picked another fight. Resulting in many fires and scorched hallways. When Imperator asked why on earth his ghoul was fighting again, Copia sighed and admitted it was over a human sibling of sin. Imperator looked to Nihil and mentioned firmly that there needed to be an amendment of human/ghoul relationships if this behavior keeps up! Copia reluctantly agrees, too afraid to say no or otherwise. It’s not until your name is mentioned that Nihil suddenly can’t breathe. The conversation is dropped as the two scramble to help papa with his oxygen.

But that amendment does go through, putting stricter rules on ghoul and human relationships. You and Em are none the wiser that Nihil had a …. special input for it. You both assume it was cause of Ember’s recent fight, and both accept it. It’s harder in a lot of ways, but you and your boyfriend as willing to get through it. Nihil never admits his feelings, but that petty bit of revenge was sweet for him. Especially when the band ghoul sulks that he’s not allowed to be near you during sermons- banished to the ghoul pews. 

Papa I: Admittedly, the most boring. Papa I doesn’t have feelings for someone often, but even in the face of heart break- he values you too much as a friend to let it wedge between you. Papa had casually confessed his feelings to you, but nodded sadly when you admittedly to seeing Omega. Papa admits that actually makes him happy. He has known Omega for a very long time, and comments how the Ghoul would treat you lovingly always. Even though it’s a sullen thing, Papa asks if it would be alright if you two can maintain your friendship. He asks because he respects you and doesn’t want to make you or your love uncomfortable with his presence. 

Again, he values you still as a close companion and in his inner circle. You know he would never intrude on your and Omega’s relationship, and you still love him very platonically. So of course you say yes, and Papa couldn’t be happier. 

It hurts for a little while, but you and Papa almost seem closer after the fact. Even Omega is not disturbed by it. He’s always had respect for the eldest Emeritus brother, and vice versa. Papa will get over his feelings, but his bond with you as his friend is that much stronger. You all walk away happy and closer than ever! 

Papa II: He’s the pettiest out of all of them. He’s so floored and a bit offended that you could chose Air over him. A mere, lowly ghoul over the amazing and powerful Papa! ESPECIALLY when the lowly band knows NOT to sniff around any person Papa fancies- little traitorous wretch!! 

Air admits to you later that Papa is probably just being a dick to save face. Neither of you find the behavior acceptable, but it makes sense. Air can’t exactly stay away from Papa if called upon, but you can. You go out of your way to AVOID the second Emeritus, and in some ways, he does the same. It’s easier to cast you aside and belittle you in his mind than admit he is hurt. 

The only thing that sucks is he’s able to take it out on Air. Which, thankfully, doesn’t last as long as you both feared. Papa let’s up a tad bit when he finds someone else…. and Air refuses to be broken by it. It’s just a lot of nagging and getting Air to run around and work tirelessly for Papa. But Air does it because he refuses to let Papa win. It just makes your ghoul that more attractive to you! Seeing your boyfriend stick it to the pompous man! 

Your relationship with Papa is never the same, really. But that’s ok. All that matters is that you are happy with your Stoic, amazing ghoul boyfriend. 

Papa III: Had he been a little less self absorbed, he might have known you were taken sooner. And by one of his closest ghouls none the less! It was not a big secret to most that you and Alpha were an item. It got to the point where it was such a given no one really bothered bringing it up anymore. It was common knowledge! Save to Papa, who is late to the party. Admittedly, he’s not the brightest when it comes to certain matters. Not from stupidity, just his habit of being more interested in himself. 

Papa honestly thought you were around so much because you wanted to see him… when in truth, your boyfriend Alpha is just around him all the time. But you caught Papa’s eye. 

The ironic part is, Alpha himself had to break the news to Papa. Papa had been going ON and ON about how he found someone he wanted to spend an actual relationship with… and dropped your name. Alpha had to inform Papa that you were actually HIS s/o, and NO- he;s not joking. It takes a little back and forth to finally convince Papa that Alpha is being serious, and this isn’t their typical locker room banter. It’s so heated even Water steps in to tell Papa to back off. Papa accepts it and begrudgingly apologizes to Alpha, after much convincing from Omega to do so. 

Papa’s pride and ego is hurt a bit, but he can get over it. He’s Papa after all, how hard can it be to find someone just as amazing as you? The only thing that sucks in the after math is rumors that your relationship had something to do with Alpha leaving shortly after. The Papa and Alpha fought over you, and other sorts of nasty rumors…. ouch. 

Cardinal Copia: You would think it was Papa II’s pride who was hurt the most… but it was really Copia who took rejection the hardest. He had fancied you even before his most recent promotion. But he wanted to make his move when he was at his peak. Back from his tour, swimming in fans and siblings of sin alike. How surprised were you gonna be when Copia would declare his feelings for YOU? Out of everyone wanting a piece of the soon to be new Papa, Copia wanted you!

He had everything planned down to a T. A bundle of your favorite flowers, his best suit on, and the chance to have you alone. You were so taken about to the point of speechlessness when he confessed his long term feelings. Hell, it would have been a perfect dream! He was on his knee, holding your hand gently, his other hand over his heart. Looking deep into your eyes as he admits he always had feelings for you. It’s too bad that loving, hopeful look would be replaced by his face falling. And boy, did he look like he was about to cry when you mentioned you were already seeing someone.

You and Aether had been a couple since he was still performing with Papa III. Save it was on the DL for years. Nothing wrong with it, you two were just very private. And Copia, admittedly, never looked deeply into his ghoul’s affairs if it didn’t suit some purpose. You feel super guilty as the man, now sporting a cold poker face, stands up. You tell him how much that meant to you, but hope you two could be friends. He shakily agrees and apologizes for not knowing. For the most part, that is the end of it.

You and Aether are still happy, and Copia keeps his distance from you both. You notice Copia doesn’t go out of his way to talk to you as much, nor Aether. But he keeps things very polite, friendly, and professional. You can see a look of sadness in his eyes, especially when you aren’t as close as you used to be. 

[raendown]

Back on the horse and ready to ride! Woo! I’ve missed writing these. 

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 1744 Soulmate au: The one where the last strong emotion your soulmate experienced is written on the back of your wrist

Follow the link or read it udner the cut! 

Chapter 121: Madara/Tobirama

Madara picked up the habit of wearing gloves when he was fifteen years old. It wasn’t so much a desire to protect his hands, already calloused by years of holding various blades, as it was a desire to protect the nebulous being out there in the world somewhere. It was a personal decision that his soulmate had felt enough pain without the world knowing about it for hours afterward. Madara wore gloves to cover the letters on the back of his left wrist which displayed the most recent strong emotion his soulmate had experienced, already weary of seeing the word ‘PAIN’ written there so often.

Covering the area did nothing to stop himself from peeking underneath several times a day. Each time heat flared in his wrist Madara took a moment to peek under the hem of his glove, smiling or frowning as the word changed. His favorite was seeing ‘EXCITEMENT’ stamped across his skin for hours at a time. It became a favorite game of his to try and guess at what his soulmate could be doing.

No matter the various words that came and went, his least favorite remained bearing the word ‘PAIN’. It worried him trying to guess what kind of hurt his other half could be experiencing. Was it emotional pain or physical? It happened frequently enough that it could just be the typical injuries of a shinobi’s life but it could also be a civilian in an abusive situation. Madara had spent hours agonizing over what the exact difference was between ‘pain’ and ‘hurt’ and whether he should worry for them or not.

He was twenty-five years old when he discovered his soulmate in a manner most unexpected. Battle was not a time for him to be paying attention to things like his soul stamp; on the rare occasion that he even happened to notice it changing while he was engaged in battle, he tended to ignore it. He ignored it now, barely even registered it as he watched his baby brother come within a single inch of losing his life. Standing as still as a frozen rabbit, Izuna stared at the blade which had come to a perfect halt less than an inch from his eyes, aborting the motion that could just as easily have run him through. Across the field, Madara heaved a breath and stumble forward on shaking legs. His brother was all he had left. To come so close to losing the younger man was enough to shake him, mind and body, like he had never been shaken before.  

In that moment it mattered very little to him why Tobirama had spared Izuna’s life, only that he had. The Senju had already lowered his blade by the time Madara made his way there to drag his sibling in to his arms and hold him tightly. And by the time Madara looked up Tobirama had already turned away, willingly showing his back to his two greatest enemies, and brushing passed his own brother without so much as an explanation.

“This would be your chance to offer peace,” Madara heard him say in a dry tone.

Hashirama was startled but he wasted little time following that advice, offering his hand in friendship and peace as he had so many times before. What made this time different was in the way Madara watched Tobirama walking away, his sword sheathed without having tasted Izuna’s blood, and saw the rekindling of his childhood dreams. Accepting Hashirama’s hand felt as momentous as he’d always thought it might and yet, stupidly, he found he could not keep his concentration on the man before him. Madara’s eyes slipped away to roam over the Senju forces, gathering behind their leader with a motley collection of reactions to what was happening.

No matter how he looked he could not spot Tobirama again. It should have been easy considering the man’s coloring yet no white hair remained beyond an elderly Senju woman still incredibly spry for her age. Madara frowned, wondering why the one to whom they owed a chance at peace would disappear so quickly. Most people would have stuck around to receive their accolades and he’d always thought of Senju Tobirama as the kind of person who wanted recognition for the things he did.

Granted, he was basing that opinion on little more than battlefield observances and patchy bits of shoddy spy work, but he was allowed his opinions even when they turned out to be wrong.

Hashirama was halfway through a speech about finally bringing an end to the senseless violence when Madara gave in to habit and peeked under the hem of his glove, changing the course of his own future in the process. His entire body froze upon seeing the black letters stamped across his wrist. ‘MERCY’ they read. Hashirama’s voice faded in to the background as Madara stared hard at his own skin.

Was mercy even an emotion? He’d never seen anything like this on anyone else’s soul stamp but then he’d also never seen anything quite like the clemency Tobirama had displayed a mere handful of minutes ago. The coincidence seemed too great for him not to consider the obvious and yet the idea was too fantastical to possibly be true. Senju Tobirama, his soulmate? The younger brother of his best friend, his own younger brother’s greatest rival, the one to whom he attributed fault for that day by the Naka River – it couldn’t possibly be true.

There was little to do but wait and see now, since Tobirama appeared to have quit the field and it would look extremely suspicious if the Uchiha clan Head suddenly bolted for Senju grounds without first making certain that peace had indeed been established. Not knowing things had always chaffed at him but Madara was no stranger to being denied. He made himself stay put and listen to Hashirama’s now weepy speech, responded with a few blunt words of his own, and then led his people home. He could be patient when he needed to.

Over the next few days Madara kept a close eye on his wrist, watching the letters as they danced between several different emotions such as ‘WORRY’ or ‘IRRITATION’, though the most common seemed to be ‘EXASPERATION’ which, if this was indeed who he thought it was, seemed completely understandable. If he had to live with Hashirama then he would probably feel exasperated a great deal of the time too.

He wondered, as he had for years now, what emotions were displayed in correlation with himself. Mostly he felt anxious, impatient, perhaps a little excited. Trying to picture those words on Tobirama’s wrist only made him wonder if he had ever taken notice of the other man’s hands before. When he thought about it he couldn’t even remember if Tobirama wore gloves or not.

It felt as though it took forever for their clans to meet for the first peace talks in generations – and Madara wasn’t sure exactly what he felt upon discovering that Tobirama wasn’t present. What he wouldn’t have given to see his other half’s wrist at that moment just to be able to define the unholy mix of reluctant disappointment, irritation, and – strangely enough – relief. Paying attention for the rest of the meeting became a struggle as his hands fiddled constantly with the gloves covering them.

Tobirama did not show up during the second round of peace talks either, although Madara did manage to subtly extract an explanation from Hashirama as to why. Apparently the two brothers had both agreed that it would be better for Tobirama and his quick temper to stay away until peace between their clans was on firmer feet. Madara scowled, more intrigued by that single sentence that he should have been.

Only on the third time their clans came together, the official signing of the peace treaty agreed upon by both parties, did Madara finally lay eyes on Tobirama once more. Irritatingly, the other man seemed more interested in staring down Izuna with narrowed, wary eyes than looking at anyone else. Madara huffed and refused to pout despite the urge to do so. He thought he’d done a perfectly good job of hiding his own childish behavior until he heard Hashirama hum curiously and the entire table was treated to the sight of Tobirama’s wrist, just barely visible with the way he’d crossed his arms, darkening with the word ‘JEALOUS’.

“I am not,” Madara growled hotly. Then he froze as several pairs of eyes swiveled over to stare at him.

“You’re not what?” Izuna asked him in a bored voice. “No one was even talking to you.”

“Uh…” He stared back at his sibling, eyes wide and brain empty. Some part of him was convinced that if he just kept his eyes on Izuna and didn’t look at anyone else then they wouldn’t see him either. Or at least that’s what he was hoping.

He didn’t count on Hashirama.

“Are you jealous?” His friend cried, probably loud enough to be heard in the Land of Wind. “Are you Tobi’s soulmate!?”

“Brother, do be quiet,” Tobirama murmured. Madara dared to peek over and saw two things which both caught his interest. Firstly that the other man had the slightest hint of color on the tips of his ears, the effect of which was very becoming. Secondly that his wrist was now stamped with ‘EMBARRASSMENT’ and if that didn’t cement his opinion that they had to be soulmates he didn’t know what else would.

Heat burst on the back of his wrist and, unable to resist, Madara peeled back the hem of his glove to peak underneath at the new letters which had just appeared. There were many words he might have expected, plenty of others he could have understood in this situation. Instead his head lifted and he goggled across the table to watch Tobirama’s ears turn a single shade darker. So distracted was he that Madara didn’t notice Izuna leaning over to see what had caused such a reaction from him.

“Intrigued? Your soulmate feels–? And it’s–? Ew! You two aren’t actually thinking about this are you? We haven’t even signed the peace treaty yet, brother, keep it in your pants!”

The table around them exploded with voices all shouting over each other but Madara had eyes only for the tiny smirk on Tobirama’s lips and the hint of curiosity in the gaze locked on to his own.

[writingdanganronpa]

Do you have any head cannons about Ouma ships like Oumasai, Oumota, and Oumami???

So, Mod Chiaki said she’d do the Oumasai Headcanons if I did another. I did Oumota since I dunno any other I really like. I see Amai and Kokichi as best friends and Miu and Kokichi have a love/hate relationship that is more like a sister and bother friendship. I don’t really know V3 Characters in a good depth yet, so I’m sorry for OCC behavior.

(I got inspiration from @rev-eeriee . If you like Oumota they are the place to be.)

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 - Shuichi didn't believe Kokichi when he first confessed. Sure Shuichi found the little gremlin cute, but he also knew Kokichi's tendency to prank people. So Shuichi just wrote it off as a prank. Kokichi was upset but decided to prove his affections were real.

 -  It took time, tears and Kokichi complaining(a lot) before Shuichi gave into one date, simply so Kokichi would shut up and leave him alone.

- Kokichi was thrilled and set up a date. He took Shuichi to the newest horror movie (not serial killer horror, but ghost horror. Shuichi always comments on how inaccurate the deaths are). After the movie, Kokichi takes him to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant( the kind of place Shuichi loves). Kokichi walks him home and kisses his cheek before dashing off. Shuichi stepped into his house and leaned against his door. He actually had fun.

- Shuichi found out later(from Kaito who heard from Maki, who heard from Miu( Kokichi's roommate)) that Kokichi had nightmares for the next week. Shuichi finally realized Kokichi was being serious.

 - Kokichi adores Halloween and will force his boyfriend to have a matching costume with him when they go to Miu's Halloween Party every year.

- For their one-year anniversary, Kokichi learned he couldn't bake worth crap, trying to make a cake. They pretend that never occurred.

- In a Hopes Peak time, Kokichi would regularly steal Shuichi's hat so his boyfriend had to stare his fears in the face.

- In a Virtual AU, (Shuichi is the only one who can remember the killing game in vividly, Maki and Himiko can only remember it vaguely and the large moments, as everyone else only remembers their deaths/trials.) Shuichi has reoccurring nightmares, and Kokichi is used to getting back up and forcing Shuichi back to bed. Kokichi is used to staying up an hour later to make sure Shuichi is actually asleep and sleeping peacefully.

- In the Phantom Theif AU, Kokichi is a total stalker. He will go to a neighboring rooftop so he can peer in Shuichi's home. Shuichi finally finds out after they start dating. (He thinks it is creepy and gets blinds the day of finding out.)

- A girl flirted with Shuichi once, and Kokichi immediately scared the girl off. When she returned, Kokichi kissed Shuichi in front of her to "get the message across". (If she comes back, Kokichi will sick DICE on her and she won't think of it a fourth time.)

(-In a Saioumota Universe, Kaito is the only one who knows how to cook out of the three of them. Kokichi and Shuichi attempt to cook, and later just order take out at their failure. Kaito will not allow them in the kitchen again.)

~ Mod Chiaki

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- Miu and Kokichi act like siblings the majority of the time. They both enjoy messing with each other and harassing one another. They do hang out every week and just talk and complain about things like popular chicks over their lattes.

- Amami tries to be there as his best friend, but the Ultimate Adventurer is gone almost twenty-four seven, seven days a week. Kokichi still has the drawing and gets souvenirs regularly however he keeps in a china cabinet.

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- It took forever for them to really sort their feelings out. Katio ignoring his feelings and Kokichi a liar. Katio figured out first but ignored it. Kokichi didn’t until after they agreed to start dating.

- Kokichi asked Kaito out as a prank, but Kaito thought it was serious and agreed, setting up a quaint little date that blew Kokichi away. Koichi will say he hated it, but he still kept the flyer from the movie.

- Kaito has zero knowledge of most modern things. He shockingly didn’t have many friends, and his grandparents listen and watched things to things from their time period, so he loves Pati Page, Davy Jones and The Monkeys, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, The Supremes, Aretha Franklin, ETC. Kokichi introduced him to modern music, and Katio enjoyed mainly music before 2000's, calling modern music crap. He does, however, hold a fondness for Punk.

- Kokichi will regularly steal Kaito’s jacket and wear it around. He really loves the coat and Kaito likes seeing him wear it, but Kokichi still mocks him for his fashion sense.

- Both of them regularly have nightmares, so they quickly began sharing a flat after dating. Both of them got better sleep.

- Katio still, no matter what, gets annoyed with Kokichi’s lying and trickery, and it caused them their first couple fight. Katio left and slept over at Shuichi’s. Until they finally found a middle ground.

- Maki has threatened Kokichi if he harms Kaito, she will kill him. Kokichi is slightly intimated.

- They always challenge each other to stupid little things. Who can make it to school first, make the other one blush first, nicknames, etc?

- DICE accepted their (boss’s bitch) boyfriend quite easily. They actually stole a model rocket ship and they had a picnic in a cartoon drawn space.

- Shuichi was both Kokichi and Kaito’s Wingman, he honestly facepalmed at their every interaction because he knew they liked each other way before they did. He mentally screamed “Finally!” when they started dating. They still go through him for everything.

(- If they went poly or wanted a third person in bed, they’d go to Shuichi. He’s both their closest friend and even though he gets annoyed by both their antics he is a calm in their playful storm.)

- Mod Usami

[animalmage]

Judson Cleirigh → Burak Çelik → Warlock

→ Basic Information 

Age: 761

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Sapiosexual

Powers: Therionology

Birthday: August 16th

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Buddhist

Mark: Cleirigh 

Generation: 2nd

→ His Personality

Judson is very kindhearted, passionate, and loyal. He is willing to risk his life for a loved one in every way possible. He sees helping others as his purpose in life, but while normal people can be found engaging rescue efforts and doing charity work, Judson's real passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people do not need to be rescued at all. Though soft-spoken, Judson usually has very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea he believes in. He can be decisive and strong-willed. While in his lab, he acts with creativity, imagination and faith. Also, with sympathy to not create an advantage to the supernatural community only, but to create for the human population too. He wants to take care of the world. As a user of theriogenology, Judson had to fight for the respect of his peers and most of the supernatural community, because of the power to control animals and eventually mythical creatures. He holds that respect and the trust he gained above all else. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Potions Master and Owner of Wondering Worlds of Magic

Scars: None

Tattoos: Infinity symbol on left ankle  

Two Likes: Kiwi and Potions

Two Dislikes: Green Peas/Beans and The Color Orange

Two Fears: Called out or Judged For Being Ambidextrous and Somniphobia

Two Hobbies: Stress Eating and Surfing

Three Positive Traits: Unselfish, Approachable, Passionate

Three Negative Traits: Jealous, Obsessive, Vindictive

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Ronan Cleirgh (Father): Judson takes his love and art for magic from his father. Ronan has taught him nearly everything he knows today.

Ishtar Cleirigh (Mother): Judson takes his personality after his mother the most. Ishtar gives the best hugs and no one comes close to her cooking. 

Sibling Names:

Nathan Cleirigh (Brother): Nathan was always the doting older brother. He never lost his patience with Judson or his temper.  

Ethan Cleirigh (Brother): Being a couple of years apart made them closer. Judson will never forget that Ethan volunteered to postpone his studies so that they could start schooling, and later on, training together.

Sean O’Payne-Cleirigh (Brother): Judson never hung out with Sean. He’s sure Sean hated him with a passion. Ishtar and Jo forbid them being in the same country at one point.

Teyla ‘Tikka’ Cleirigh (Sister): Judson wasn’t sad that he wasn’t the youngest anymore when Tikka was born. He was the first to note the scent of decay, alerting everyone she was a necromancer. She’s already his little potion master in the making and everyone knows it.

Altair Cleirigh (Brother): Judson wasn’t sad he wasn’t the youngest boy anymore when Altair was born. Loland couldn’t pry Judson away from his little brother. Judson has recently taught Altair how to swim and have many future beach trips planned out already. 

Children Names:

Ryan Cleirigh (Son): Ryan came as a surprise to everyone but Judson. Judson had heard about a private witch and warlock surrogate program and sperm donors. Without telling anyone, Judson closed up shop to ‘find himself’ and returned 9 months later with a newborn. Ryan is Judson’s greatest accomplishment. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Ryan is his son because of their close friendship. 

Romantic Connections:

Abigail Sookram (Ex Girlfriend): Abigail was the closest thing to lust at first sight that Judson has ever experienced. They had instantly clicked when they met and soon tumbled into the sheets with each other. For ages their relationship stayed strictly sexually without strings attached until they decided to give the prospect of a serious relationship a go. Months later Judson ended things when he caught her stealing a few family heirlooms; apparently it wasn’t the first time either.

David Scott (Ex Boyfriend): Judson and David dated for a few years before calling it quits. He was Judson's first serious relationship with a vampire. Their relationship was great in the beginning but as time went on their personality differences and unmatching long term wants were getting harder to ignore. They tried to maintain a friendship after breaking up, however, David eventually left Allegra Cove for Getta’s son seethe in Europe. 

Marlon Bentley Jr. (Ex Boyfriend): Marlon was a local wolf shifter that Judson randomly met at Anonymous. Something about him had caught Judson’s attention and he knew he had to have the wolf shifter to himself. It took nearly a full year of jumping through hoops to establish a relationship and nearly another year to tell their friends and family about each other. Judson fought tooth and nail to make their relationship work but he didn’t realize that they were in a toxic relationship. The constant belittling, controlling behavior, lack of support, hostility towards family traditions, blatant disrespect and jealousy caused Judson to break emotionally, mentally and physically. The relationship ended badly enough that Judson left Allegra Cove.

Platonic Connections:

Katherine ‘Kate’ Brooks (New Friend): Judson likes her and he thinks that Ryan does too. She’s a fascinating human.

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano (Best Friend): Patch is the little brother that Judson always wanted. Their friendship is one of the best that Judson has ever had. 

Bill White (Good Friend): Bill might as well be family at this point in their friendship. Bill, Patch and Judson have an amazing connection. 

Fenrin Gustafsson (Friend): Judson and Fenrin first met whilst surfing years ago. When they bumped into each other again in Chicago a friendship formed between them. Judson is currently using Fenrin as a lab rat for potions to help battle dehydration. Fenrin has been a great help and Judson plans on crediting him.

Cassandra Askeris (Old Friend): Cassandra and Judson have been friends for centuries. Judson considers her essentially family at this point. 

Jia Hu Cleirigh (Old Friend): Judson has a deep respect for Jia. It's something about the man that peaks Judson interest. 

Audo Wilhelm (Friend): Audo isn’t bad for a Wilhelm. He was weary of him at first but once Judson got to know him more, Audo wasn’t that bad.

Emmett Wilhelm (Friend): Emmett isn’t bad for a Wilhelm. Everyone is usually familiar with the local liaison but Emmett has earned more than just a title. 

Minsky Edison (Friend): Minsky is a cool dude. They do a lot of business together which Judson appreciates because Minsky is old enough not to need him. 

Kenneth McStevens (Friend): Ken secretly works for Judson. As a Benevorous user not a lot of magic users trust Ken but Judson sees potential in him.

Lyla Wilhelm (Friend): Lyla is married to Emmett and is Audo’s best friend. Emmett and Audo introduced her to Judson and they have been friends since. 

Kudzai Rinker (Strained Friendship): Not alot of people agree with Kudzai’s ways but due to her age and success, a lot of people show her respect. Mainly Judson.

Naomi Goode (Mentee): Naomi came to him not to enhance her powers but to master potions, which Judson is used to. He enjoys her as his student.

Margo Wilhelm (Mentee): Margo is absolutely adorable. He has been helping Audo care for her and is proud that her first words were ingredients to a potion.

Mattie Cocci (Mentee): Mattie came to him not to enhance her powers but to master potions, which Judson is used to. She’s not bad but has far to go.

Roman Cleirigh (Former-Mentor): Roman is also Judson’s uncle. At a young age, Judson was attached to Roman’s hip and for the most part, he still is.

Kaylor Genesis (Former-Mentor): Kaylor is also Judson’s aunt. They share the same powers and same carefree attitude. They’ve always got along.

Brighton ‘Bee’ Genesis (Business): Bee is also his uncle by marriage. Bee joined him and Ethan on the battlefield and saved them both multiple times. Bee powers also come in handy when he needs rare ingredients for projects.  

Belle Cunningham (Business): Belle can do amazing things with her powers. She uses Wondering Magic as a Consignment Store.

Garrett Cleirigh (Employee): Garret is also Judson’s uncle. Both of them are willing to drop everything at once to help the other out. 

Hostile Connections:

Louis Martin-Rovet (Dislike): Judson has nothing against other supernatural creatures but Louis and his rats are pushing it too far. 

Pets:

Diaval Brazil (Familiar/Exotic Shorthair Cat): Diaval is Judson familiar. He was a gift from Kaylor and Roman once he started working on his Master’s level powers. 

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Tale 11: Artemis Craweleoth & The Griminthrope

Tale 11: Artemis Craweleoth & The Griminthrope (chapter 4 - Dazzeled and Dreaming 4/5) part 3. Stories of Fey

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Artemis emerged from the cabin at daybreak, and into the gold light of dawn. Her outfit sparkled like cut diamonds, and lit up like stars in the sunlight. Matcha was breath taken under the plumage of his giant Raven form. Enchanted, he began to approach, and spread his wings to show the white opal secondaries under each wing, and the shimmering necklaces he adorned himself in. Artemis stood stunned in fear at the sight of Matcha’s display, which made his pitch-black plumage and terrifying white skull more obvious. Then, Artemis’s attention went to the trees behind him. She noticed the radiant display of ornaments upon the frosted trees; Each trinket caught the light of dawn perfectly, as to light them like a festive display. Matcha began to jump about in a dance to show Artemis his work; he was so excited, and she looked so perplexed. Artemis decided to slowly step forward, as her brother and Ouroboros watched from the cabin door. She pulled out a rotten apple she had found, and handed it to Matcha. He reached out his white gloved hands from the depths of the warm thick black plumage upon his breast. Matcha grabbed the pome, and slowly pulled it in. Noises of eating and grinding began to come from Matcha’s core, as he ate the peace offering under his macabre coat. It was possibly the most disturbing thing Artemis had ever seen, which was a genuine accomplishment.

Matcha was so focused on Artemis, that the world became blurred like a gauzed lens. Patrick slinked out of the cabin with their familiars, and began to gesture Artemis to follow him to the Dragon Gate’s peak. Artemis slowly began to follower her brother, and Matcha began to follow her. As they walked up the mountain, they formed an unusual procession; Patrick and Orion in the front, Ouroboros and Draco in the middle, Artemis and Aries near the train, And a griminthrope waddling with glee after them. Artemis began to shiver; wearing nothing but costume jewelry and a cocktail dress, made her exposed in the early winter air. Matcha, in concern, approached tentatively. He pulled back his skull and feathers with his hands, like a hooded cloak, turning into human form. Then, from behind while she was distracted by cold, Matcha wrapped Artemis in his warm feathers. She jumped into to Patrick, and summoned wind at Matcha, barely missing. Artemis stopped to stare, as she was now able to get a closer look at him. Matcha’s human form looked like the Raven King, with icy eyes, yet also like a adorable young man. He spoke to her in the voice of a boy not beast.

“You look cold… Something so small and bare could die of frost up here. I know what it’s like to be cold without a good coat. You may barrow my feathers, though I find it a shame to cover your finery. My name is Makatchthis, what is yours?” Matcha said. Giving Artemis his fey name without question. Ouroboros froze a few feet back observing at the scene; relieved the one griminthrope that came, was the only nice one, of which he had already y met. It was like a weight was lifted. Artemis however, was slow to answer. Normally such a comment on her femininity was enraging when she was sober. But he had an innocent charm to him, that made her politely respond.

“Thank you. My name is Artemis...” She said, pulling his soft feathers in closer. They smelled like the earth of a forest floor. Matcha was thrilled by her response, and they continued to converse. Matcha began to sing to Artemis, and then she joined him. He told her cheesy bad jokes, of which she was simultaneously amused and repulsed by. Artemis’s charms made him yearn deeper for her essence; The mage that could make him a crowned heir, was a charmer fit for the Raven Kingdom. Matcha began to get more frenzied, and jumped about her asking questions about where she was from, why they’d never met if she was from Tiberius Gate, and what she liked to do. His antics began to affect Artemis in a way; she started to become endeared as they had reached their destination. She returned his feathers, and adorning them, he became a skulled giant raven again. Ouroboros was fuming; he had failed to get a word in the entire hike, to tell Patrick and Artemis about Matcha. They had never met, because Artemis and Patrick were too young to remember when Makatchthis lived on Tiberius Gate with their father. But Ouroboros would not get a turn to say that royal fey didn’t need gates, or that he needed to ask Matcha why he ate the dog, and why he was in Grand Snow if the summoning charm failed. This time the wisdom of the elder would have to wait. Artemis was having a sweet moment with Matcha, that softened Ouroboros and reminded him of when he saw his friends dabble in the power of love magic.

“I don’t wish to separate from you; we just met. I know this is the Dragon Gate to the shadow veil; taking me here is useless as royal fey don’t need them. But I understand if you don’t want me around. Griminthropes are universally terrifying to humans. Except maybe your dad’s aunt; nothing scares Jupiter...Jupe scares you.” Matcha said solemnly.

“She is kind of scarry…” Artemis recalled. Ouroboros and Patrick nodded. Matcha however, was beginning to nuzzle Artemis. His smooth bone beak contrasted with his plush warm plumage about his neck.

“I don’t want to leave now; I think I may have fallen in love. I’m the only prince aloud to leave the death tree; I can stay in the day veil if my sister is there. I’m sorry about the dog… I feel so guilty for eating a pet. I thought was a stray, I had no idea, and I didn’t eat anyone; humans are friends. Are you sure you want me to go?” Matcha sobbed. Artemis winced. Doubt had set in. She felt like, she wanted him to stay too. In fact, the three mages felt a bit guilty for pushing away a friend who meant no harm, based on assumptions. There was no murder to solve, or fey to manage after all. Patrick was still upset about his dogs, but he was edging towards an understanding when he saw the expression on Artemis’s face; one he had never seen before. She looked genuinely guilty and sad.

“You are scaring the people, and ate my little brother’s dogs. Also, I don’t live in this magic forest. Could you please go? We might meet again…. You never know.” Artemis whispered. The pristine snow absorbed all other noises in the pause before Matcha’s response.

“Would it make you happy? Make you smile even?” Matcha inquired. Of course, it would do the opposite now that Artemis was starting to return his affections. Love magic was starting to seep into her very being. Artemis felt dumb feeling this way after knowing him for only a day. She knew love magic was sudden and powerful, but she didn’t expect it to affect her. Artemis took a breath and nodded yes. Then Matcha left, quietly in tears beneath his thick black wings.

Artemis returned to Tiberius Gate through the Dragon Gate, waving goodbye to Patrick as he returned to his post. Matcha was nowhere to be seen in the shadow veil. When Artemis got home, and hugged her parents, she found that every bird reminded her of Matcha. Every bird within the out walls of the gate was a fey; his little siblings. Makatchthis was the most terrifying fey Artemis had ever seen, yet under it all, such an innocent and bubbly prince. Matcha was the ideal gleaming idiot. He had such a sweet smile, that could stain into the mind, while simultaneously never learning that shinny things you find on the ground are not edible. Artemis wondered what Matcha was doing, and where in either of the veils he went. She wanted to search for him, but decided to return to her happy life in Peppridge among her family, familiar, and the fey of the forest. After all, Artemis had no clue where to even start looking.

After about a month, curiosity and unavoidable obsession drew Artemis to the Raven Door. It was a statue of the raven king at the West entrance of Tiberius Gate. It was a black stone statue, styled like the tower and walls of the gate; Tiberius’s fine art untouched by time. Artemis wasn’t alone however, her father Morgan had watched her leave, and followed her. He was suspicious, because Artemis had changed so much since she returned from Grand Snow. Her rowdy hot-tempered personality, had changed into that of someone quiet and distracted. While Morgan hid in the bush observing, Artemis took a moment to study the statue to the Raven King; she had looked at this door and gone through it before, but it seemed different now. Like it called her. Artemis decided to walk through the door, and into the grayscale silent magic veil; and she wandered toward the tree of death. Matcha was usually in magic forests in the day veil; he liked to be near people. However, all Artemis knew of griminthropes was that they dwelled in that tree; therefore, in her eyes, Matcha might be there. Even if she also knew Matcha didn’t belong there.

Artemis went down the distorted dreamlike trail through the raven kingdom, to the death tree. The soft trail diverged off into natural paths, and through the black and white forests. There was no sound of her step or wind in the trees as they blew; the odd and harsh light peering through the canopy, was straining her eyes. Artemis became eager to greet her prince at his perch. Meanwhile, Morgan, who fallowed at a distance, was approached by the Raven King. The Raven king swooped down and turned into a human form to walk by his human brother. He started to berate Morgan in his crackly energetic voice. The Raven King was upset about Matcha’s behavior and mood. His monologue was slowing Morgan’s pursuit. The Raven King is very distracting.

“I need your help again brother! Matcha won’t return to the day veil, where he is happy beside his older sister. He should be in a magic forest making friendship bracelets; yet he wanders around my kingdom like a ghost. He is still avoiding the death tree, and is mournfully approaching the platforms of the grates, to all the magic forests. Like he is looking for something important he lost, yet can’t quite do it. Can you help brother? He is not happy, and I don’t want him to die or grief.” The Raven King Cawed. Morgan covered the king’s mouth, and gestured to Artemis who was busy heading toward the sickly tall black tree. Morgan was currently dealing with a similar problem. It then dawned on them, that Matcha and Artemis may have been looking for each other.

The Raven King was glad to have named Airtimes, as Morgan’s daughter of fall; She was his favorite niece of sorts. Yet, he dare not imagine the horror of one of his princes, being crowned by true love with a human. The Raven King would rather it be one of his princesses. His royal daughters knew how to be polite when among humankind; They had a disposition, and freedom, that made it more likely one of them would find love. Though Matcha was different from his royal brothers, and the most human of his children, Matcha was still a griminthrope. A carcass consuming, hungering, strong, unsettling, giant fey. The Raven King and Morgan tensed with unease as they followed Artemis, through the winding eerie forests paths of the shadow veil.

“Have you ever had a princess fall in love? all the other Kings have heirs that have been crowned, by requited love from mages.” Morgan said, trying to ease the tension. The Raven King was actually disappointed he had never had a single crowned heir, in all the centuries he existed; even though, by comparison, he was one of the kings with the most royal children. This was the second time Morgan was unnerved in the presence of the Raven King, who for the first time since Matcha was brought to Morgan, was not smiling. A dark grimm expression was cast upon his face.

As Morgan and the Raven King crept closer, they found Artemis and Matcha embracing at the forests edge, along the bone strewn ground of the death tree. Artemis was safe from being considered a snack by the other griminthropes. Just as Morgan and the Raven King approached, they saw their children kiss in a reuniting embrace. What was only a month, felt like an eternity; as their minds and emotions became consumed by the thoughts of each other. Artemis and Makatchthis must both have been easily swooned by the spells of love, for their tender display of affection was the authentic kiss of true love. An action known to have grand magical importance and power, to any who have ever read a fairytale.

Morgan thought it wasn’t possible for a raven prince’s human form to be fancier than then it already was, yet Matcha’s royal robes became embroidered in silver thread, making him sparkle more like his father then his brothers. The Raven King went silent, and Morgan felt like he was intruding on a private moment. He was confused as to whether he should be proud of or disapproving of his daughters’ groom. Morgan knew Matcha; how old he was, what fey he was, how sweet he was, and what a complete dunce he could be. Both the fathers felt happy for their children’s joy, and disgruntled by the insinuations.

“So, I was right then?” Morgan whispered aside to the Raven King. The king said nothing, while feeling the exact same way as Morgan. He knew Artemis; how old she was, what kind of girl she was, and what a reckless animal she was. Flurried in emotions, the fathers failed to notice their children saw them. Matcha and Artemis were still embracing, but were looking directly at their fathers, who were doing a poor job hiding in a leafless shrubbery.

“Dad, I never want to leave…” Artemis said, as if timidly requesting his blessing, but in a way that would suggest he could not stop her. Everyone felt like they were melting inside. Morgan looked at the Raven King, as their children began to coo and cuddle like paired gannets. Birds had the most romantic, lifelong, adorable mirages. Perhaps they were perfect for each other. If they weren’t, permanent love magic now fixed that. Morgan spread the word to his other children, and friends, to keep an eye out for the couple. Matcha and Artemis decided to travel to all the forests to cement their relationship, and he wanted to be sure they were safe. They would be home again; all his and Emilia’s children came back with time. If only to visit for what feels like never long enough.

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EVANGELINE SELWYN is TWENTY EIGHT YEARS OLD and a UNSPEAKABLE in THE HALL OF PROPHECY at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC.  She looks remarkably like KIKI LAYNE and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently OPEN. 

→ OVERVIEW:

TW: abuse, death

Reserved and aloof, many have forsaken themselves trying to understand Evangeline Selwyn’s infuriating air of mystery. Dreams stolen by stars, they are the cold uncertain turn of the tide highlighted in the glittering silver of the moon. Born to callous people, the Selwyn’s cared less about their children and more about the legacy and image that they were leaving behind. Notorious for being volatile, it was only to be expected for a family that was rumored to hold the air loom of none other than Salazar Slytherin himself. Harbouring sinister secrets, happiness was never something found within the Selwyn manor. Growing up in Bedfordshire, England, there was no doubt in the Sacred Twenty-Eight community that the Selwyn’s were purists. Holding a snobbery towards muggles deeming them less than, no one could match their ranks and no one dared tried. One of the most powerful and noteworthy families in the country, the lineage was filled with atrocities better left as hidden secrets uttered by skeletons at the backs of locked closets. House elves tormented and repeatedly mistreated by their father, Eva was one of the few in their household that held empathy. Not seeing the world as strictly black and white, they saw the souls behind their father’s critiques and disgust. Creeping out of bed to offer a kind word to patch up the pain her father inflicted was common, among those was her brother EDRICK who was a frequent victim of their fathers abuse. 

Walking into the Selwyn manor was like walking into a viper pit. Each as manipulative and deadly as the next; the family were known for holding power in the ministry and using it to their advantage. With their father HARRELSON working in the International Confederation of Wizards, their mother SAFFRON acted as a crowning gem on his arm. Charming exteriors hid their calculating and deceitful natures, secretively pulling strings as if skilled puppeteers to turn the tide in their favor. Toying with those they deemed inferior, they thrived on the power held in belittling others. With bitter distaste for anyone challenging traditionalist views, the couple forced sorcerers to conform and bend under their whim; disposing discreetly of anyone who dared not comply. Eva turned a blind eye. Knowing it was better to be withdrawn than to partake in the nightmares she could only imagine her father created outside of the walls of their manor. Compared to her brother who grew to mimic their father’s behaviors, Eva grew inwardly. Typically a loner, Eva developed a distaste for people especially those among the Twenty-Eight who cared more for appearances than self discipline. With crystals and astronomy maps for company, they found friendship in their cousin ABIGAIL FERNSBY. While chastised for spending time with the ‘black sheep of the family’, Abigail is the only person related to the Selwyn’s that holds compassion and love. Their friendship was filled with exchanging letters and prying eyes from parents. While their grandmother hoped having a ‘true’ Selwyn as an influence would benefit Abbie, in actuality the effects had been reversed; leaving Eva with a softer touch. 

Despite being in separate houses, Hogwarts offered a real chance to spend time in her cousin’s company. Opposites, Abigail held gentle mannerisms, lion hearted bravery and kindness in every ouch of her body. Eva was the opposite. Warn to a cold exterior from years of forceful opinions, she was an obstinate witch more concerned with safe guarding her heart than how her blunt comments could leave others with bruises. Excelling in divination and astronomy, her natural talents quickly shone through. Renowned around the halls for predicting disasters that came to fruition, many saw her as a bad omen. Avoided at all costs from fear and her family’s reputation, Eva was labeled an oddity by her peers. While her professor expressed their admiration and suspicion that Eva could be gifted with the inner eye, the notion of being a Seer hovered over her head like an unwanted shadow. Met with dismay, irritation and disregard, Eva buried the possibility to console her deepest fear that they could be right. Knowing her talents could lead to peril, she harbored them with dread of the repercussions should her father become aware. Holding niche interests in peculiarity, Eva never expected to find friends who shared similar interests in the unusual. Perched alone by the waterfall, her interest peaked when she heard the harrowing voices of twins SAGE and ROWAN BOSWELL who sung into the night like sirens luring their pray. Accompanied by OPAL GREY, RIVER NORWOOD and NOVA MURRELL, the group were equally as strange and unlike many of the students passing in the halls. 

Over the years, the group began to feel like home. Marveling at hidden objects in the room of requirement, they shared tales with the tower ghosts and spent nights gazing at constellations. Thankfully their close bond continued after Hogwarts despite Eva’s family voicing rounds of objections to associating with half bloods and half breeds. The group became her sanity after graduating. While playing the idealistic product of a Twenty-Eight, she craved a moment of sanctum away from the snobbery. Escaping London, what had meant to be a two week holiday turned into a summer romance and the best four years of her life. Brought to Paris following Sage and Rowan’s band ‘Siren Call ’, Eva longed to find peace for her troubled soul; never did she imagine she’d find love instead. CLAUDETTE DELACOUR felt like coming up for air. A complex woman, Evangeline found herself quickly captivated by her. Meeting at the club ‘Siren Call’ was playing at, exchanged glances turned to drinking and dancing with the night ending wrapped under sheets in each other's arms. Encapsulated with one another, from that night they never spent a day apart. While Eva’s experience was more extreme, they both shared overbearing families and a displeasure in the pressure of continuing a lineage they held no interest in. They cherished one another and it wasn’t long before Eva had moved in with Claude and her best friend JACQUELINE LEJEUNE. Claude’s social circle became hers, with GABRIEL DUMONT and RAPHAEL FRANCOIS the five became extremely close. With her friends visiting from England when they could, Paris was idealist and offered a life Eva had only ever dreamed of.

Letters and howlers from home were burned on arrival in an attempt to distance herself from the Selwyn’s by any means necessary. The exception was Abigail, along with rare exchanged letters from Erik who consistently pleaded with her to see reason and return. Not heeding his warning, Eva was prepared to disown her family while Claudette held reservations to sacrifice the same. Left exasperated and hurt at being kept a secret from people that still meant so much to the french woman, the topic was a continuous sour point. With the desire to love openly and freely, they’d planned to flee Paris once Claude had visited home to gather personal belongs and to tell her siblings. Planning to leave a mere note for her parents before joining Eva so they could disappear into the night. Never did Eva consider their simple goodbye would be their last farewell. Hours and days past with no word, leading her to assume Claude had gotten cold feet and chosen her family rather than facing her again. Abandoned and left by the one person she’d truly loved, her heart ached with betrayal and broken promises. Inconsolable, despite efforts from Gabriel and Jacqueline to assure them there was no use. The rejection forged walls back around her heart, ashamed of believing her childish fantasies could ever become a reality. Plans to stay in Paris were quickly torn, owls from Opal and Sage informing her that Nova had passed suddenly and under suspicious circumstances. While the Ministry tried to cover up the death, Evangeline can sense that River is holding reservations and the secrets of what really happened that night.

Devastated, Eva returned to England with a shattered heart, broken dreams and grief that was beyond comparison. Isolated in an attempt to numb her heart ache, despite efforts to be consoled by Rowan nothing seemed to ease her. Reluctantly, the Selwyn’s started to make more of an appearance in her life. Leaning heavily on her brother, Edrick spoke of a new world where creatures didn’t have to live in fear or discrimination. Holding onto hope that life could be better for sorcerers like River, Eva is slowly turning towards the ideology that it could be the best way forward to help everyone. Influenced back into the grasp of their father, his fury upon her return could have burned the manor to the ground. Adamant she brought shame onto the family name, his ‘teachings’ had been ill in comparison to the torment she faced upon return. Long sleeves hiding scars from cursed quills, Eva fell back in line with the Selwyn’s. Distancing herself from her friends to prove loyalty to her family, she took a job within the Ministry under her father’s guidance that having sorcerers hold Ministry positions would come in useful when the time came. Taking the opportunity and using her status as an unspeakable as an advantage, Eva has been looking into the murder of Nova’s death with the help of NOBREGAS THORNE. Though she is still skeptical about the world her family envision with THE DARK LORD, Evangeline is starting to grasp that being closer to the death eaters could mean safety. Security for the family, herself and friends when the new world comes to light, but she is keeping her head down and counting her plays in the mean time.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Sexuality → Pansexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Family →  Harrelson Selwyn (father), Saffron Selwyn (mother), Edrick Selwyn (brother), Abigail Fernsby (cousin/close friend)

Connections  → Sage Boswell (best friend), Rowan Boswell (best friend), Opal Grey (best friend), River Norwood (best friend),  Claudette Delacour (ex-girlfriend/potential love interest), Jacqueline Lejeune (old room-mate/friend), Gabriel Dumont (friend), Raphael Francois (friend), Alexandra Rosier (adversary), Nobregas Thorne (colleague/friend/potential love interest), Regina Rowle (colleague)

Future Information →  Future member of The Death Eaters

EVANGELINE SELWYN  IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH.

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What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓            

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

   He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

   After a truly fulfilling  debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

  A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey.  Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

   The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

   Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

   He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

   He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

   The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

   Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

  Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

   Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

   “Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

  Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

   “Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

   “Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

  Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

   “No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

   “Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

  Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

   Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

   Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

  And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted  but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

   Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

   He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

   And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

   Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego’s fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn’t remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn’t make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego’s wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of  gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.