#pulling pranks on their dad's was their favorite pastime

[alwayshinny]

Lil Prongs and Lil Padfoot - 🦌🐾

AU where Jily and Blackinnon both have sons on July 31st, and the prophecy is about two brothers who will vanquish the dark lord.

Harry and his godbrother form their own Marauders group (which obviously includes Ron), and yes, Harry recognizes Ginny a lot sooner thanks to his brother. Lil Black has his heart set on another redhead, aka Harry's little sister, and he doesn't know how to come to terms with his feelings.

[swampstew]

Meet the Master Strategist ~ Wire

Wire invented the word aloof. This is a fact. He also invented the word slay. Besides being a silent giant, Wire also has the second biggest brain in the Kid Pirate crew, right behind Killer. Wire handles strategizing full stop. Schemes, plots, developments, trysts, pranks, rehabilitation, etc. Knows the ins and outs of everything somehow but won't spill on how he knows. Wire tells Killer what to do and Killer tells Kid what to do when it comes to pulling off anything, be it dinner bill dashing or infiltrating highly guarded castles. Don't let his unenthusiastic face fool you - if you're in the crew, you're his nakama, you can trust him with your life.

Meet your Vice-Captain 🡢  ☠️ Meet your Captain -> ☠️

Wire may have also coined the phrase 'ride or die' but that's still unverified. Anyways, he's loyal as they come. Most of the crew came from the same island so it may seem intimidating to join the fray, and they all do have high walls, once they get over themselves, you'll find crew more like family.

Does he know sign language? He'll shrug and then give you a vague answer with an even vaguer gesture. You'll see him make signing motions from time to time, clearly holding conversation, communicating from a distance, or maybe giving direction during tougher than normal settings. It's not until one day Heat pulls you aside and let's you in on the secret. Yes Wire can sign, and he did it purely so he didn't have to expend his energy talking to people he didn't find interesting. Not a lot of people know how to sign back so they leave him alone, just the way he wants it to be.

If he finds time to relax, Wire enjoys simple pastimes to get through the days. He plays guitar and has been known to sing sometimes, he loves board and card games, is a vicious dart shark, and he loves napping. He's one of very few Kid Pirates that takes naps but he makes the absolute most of them. He wears a sleep mask too. It reads: Fuck Off (in really nice handsewn embroidery.)

Wire is the chillest between Kid (the unbridled anger), Killer (the stoic well of anxiety), and Heat (much nicer than he should reasonably be). If crew concerns don't meet a certain threshold criteria, most internal problems get handed to himself and Heat. The thresholds being: big bastard Kid needs to kill, and any situation not cited in Killer's emergency management guidebook.

Circling back to slay - it's a double entendre. Wire has the third highest body count on the crew (for murders), he's also a fashion icon. Have you seen his fit? Mesh netting on those tits and legs, WITH whore shorts? He knows what he's fucking doing. He helps all his little queer pirate kids pick out their outfit aesthetics, he's a proud gay dad.

Wire is only possessive of two things. One of them is his beloved trident. Kid made it for him years ago and it's still his weapon of choice. He cleans and oils it daily, sharpens the points and keeps on top of maintenance for it. Kid made him other weapons over the years: spiked brass knuckles (hurts Wire's back to bend down and utilize them properly); spiked boots (better application but Kid is not a cobbler and those promptly fell apart mid-fight leaving Wire barefoot in battle); a spiked flail (hit Kid's head by accident one time and Wire never saw the flail again). No weapon is more suited for his height and style of fighting than his trident. Wire suspects Kid made it to match his favorite pointed headdress.

If you try to get in the way of his Captain's dreams OR you try to sling pot on the deck, you're dead meat. There's only one weed dealer on the Victoria Punk and that's Wire.

Welcome to the crew and stay in your lane.

[coderiderr]

my little awakening guys, i included their "funfact" if i plan to keep it :)

i will absolutely accept ideas for any of them

alexander (freddy son) - he hates working he hates it sooo much the only people he will do work for is lucina, her sibling, & owain. doesnt care about what people think of him or them so hell do pretty silly stuff for them, owains most regular RP partner bc of that. he hates his dad bc he doesnt feel as important as chrom in his eyes. horses hate him so much he doesnt know why. [mercenary, best at embroidery]

cerise (vaike daughter) - shes the best ever and she will prove this to you through a series of increasingly dangerous and ridiculous challenges that you never even dared her to do in the first place. she loves her dad and loves competing with him for fun. emotionally incompetent, do NOT ask her for advice on ur feelings. (do you get it, vaike default male genderlocked class, cerise default female genderlocked class) [pegasus rider]

cosette (virion daughter) - 😘😘 similar to inigo, she gets in trouble with peoples girlfriends a lot. hard worker she genuinely wants to be a good lord for her people shes just,, sucks at it. tendency to put herself first. insists that gerome is infact her retainer just like their parents. likes helping people with their own romantic endeavors [archer, longest nightly routine]

dieter (stahl son) - loves causing problems, favorite pastime. he cares but will try to trick people into doing his chores and such. get pranked idiot. doesnt like making a thing out of doing stuff for people, he has an image to keep up thank you very much, so hell just silently help them out ie. replacing herbs when they run out, refilling all the salt shakers [cavalier, best at gift giving]

name change. (donnels daughter) - was actually trained to fight from a young age, she loves learning to do new things. will pull the most random but extremely helpful skill out of nowhere. inspired greatly by the tales of cherche from donnels hometown. carries converstions easily, and got donnels impeccable memory. uses a fair amount of it to remember facts about her wyvern, spoils him too much [wyvern rider]

felicity (gaius daughter) - biggest daddys girl ever, seeks him out a lot to talk or just hang around all the time. very clingly as she doesnt wanna lose him again. high energy and bubbly, can talk at people for hours. good baker & candy maker. tries to busy herself with making things, well rounded artist. a nicknamer, calls gerome ger-bear hehe. plays along with owains stuff all the time [thief, has the most artistic talent] (this all spawned from me going "if gaius has a kid theyd be such a daddys girl and candy apple would be a cute nickname for her from him haha" one day)

name change. (kellam son) - center of attention at all times, he hates it soooo much. envies his dad so bad, feels bad that he envies his dad. inherited none of kellams constitution his arms are as pathetic as pandreos. wants to bond & spend time with his dad but feels like it wouldnt go very well so he avoids him instead. hangs out with the more exurberant personlities so it feels like people are looking at them less because of him. blunt, but nice guy. [cleric]

romeo (ricken son) - hes a NERDDD first and foremost. learns for the sake of learning, does for the sake of doing. hell try anything once. youngest but tallest of the future kids. can be childish. tries to play therapist for everyone to varying degrees of success. gets way too involved in other peoples problems to the detriment of his own. means well but smothering, doesntly like being alone. loves hanging out with ricken but doesnt want him to get bored so hell come up with funky fresh activities for them to do together. [mage, worst bedhead]

name change. (lon'qu daughter) - anxiety prime. soft, shy, & empathetic. struggles to hide how she feels. she would like to spend time with her dad, but doesnt want to get attached and lose him again. either way though she absolutely sucks at talking to him. can misinterpret what people mean a lot, prefers being by herself. nervous chews on her hair. likes bugs [myrmidon, most skilled at cutting fruit]

name change. (henry son) - very similar to his dad. strained relationship with him because of complicated feelings on his end. resents him a lot and feels bad he does. got told he was going to be a horrible person because of hs status as a dark mage, so he plays into it. bit of a gore enthusiast, feels bad about that as well. finds it awkward talking with his dad, finds it hard to see eye to eye with him. stalks people he cares about, people have futility tried getting him to stop. more vulnerable than his dad [dark mage]

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Charlotte Son - scams people, the success of the scam really depends but every time it fails he runs to go hide behind benny. likes collecting shiny rocks

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other notes: probably dont need to hear it directly by felicity is like unhealthily attached obvi lol. henrys kid is SHORT & likes to customize his clothing, and his hair is fluffy :). in a modern AU cosette would have an entire album in her photos dedicated to pictures of her in the foreground posing with a very blurry gerome in the back wih a million stickers & pink sparkly filters on all of them and the album is titled "BESTIES"

@sieglinde-freud

i made a bunch of kids for the 1st gen awakening guys forever ago so i should remake them bc im better at everything involving them now but also i need to make kids for the fates women someday, equality but also i NEED to make charlottes dumbass son real.

[laughingmango]

1558w, complete, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kamila & Sissel (Ghost Trick), Jowd & Sissel (Ghost Trick), Yomiel & Sissel (Ghost Trick) Characters: Sissel (Ghost Trick), Kamila (Ghost Trick), Jowd (Ghost Trick), Yomiel (Ghost Trick) Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas Presents, Video Game Mechanics, baby engineer at work, professional ghost at work

For @azurefishnets... last year! But what’s a backlog amirite. Now it’s seasonal again!

Kamila shook her head.

“Too bad you don’t get it, Sissel, do you? It would be fun to work on this together.”

Talking to the cat was a tried and true pastime whenever she got a technical break from the absolute concentration her projects required. In that cozy wintry afternoon, brandishing a plastic welder that would be heating up for next minute or so, Kamila looked at her cat, at the pieces of the soon-to-be noise-cancelling earrings spread out on the table, at her apple tea in her favorite mug which had gone cold thirty minutes earlier but everybody knew that it was the thought that counted and that tea was more of a state of mind anyway, and felt at peace with the world.

Sissel could not quite say the same. What didn’t he get? Couldn’t he? He walked onto the table, feigning nonchalance as only a cat (or a ghost) could do, watching her solder three blue plastic rings and fasten them to an earrings base on one side and to a short chain on the other. At the other end of the chain were the blue silicone bits Alma put in her ears at night, the ones Sissel was not allowed to play with. The look of the plastic rings matched that of the silicone plugs – not the same, but they looked good together, as if they were always meant to be part of the same item. Sissel meowed: he got that much. Kamila set down the rings for a moment and sneaked him a scratch on the back, but did not seem to care for a follow-up to her statement.

The earrings were not the only item on the table. A small crawler robot retrofitted from one of Kamila’s early competitions was waiting for the finishing touches – its flashy new red coating was taking entirely too much to dry, as resin coatings are wont to do, and a bottle of ketchup stood next to it. Sissel slipped into the ghost world to paw at the bizarre contraption, still wondering. He understood soldering, he understood knitting, he knew it was bad when acrylics dripped out of their bottles. He understood checkers and had a beginner’s grasp on chess, and knew how to play mean card tricks with a small human help, so all in all, there was no reason to cut him out of the afternoon’s entertainment. He found the knack that made the little robot start and gave it a little ghostly push, out of boredom and contrarianism.

The robot grabbed the ketchup, surveyed the table, found what looked like a dish and was about to squeeze the condiment on Kamila’s tools when she reached for the off button.

“Sissel, no!” she snorted. “Not like that!”

She never could figure out how the cat pulled these pranks, and as a prospective scientist it stung like a personal failure. Still, as a prospective scientist, she had come to the irrefutable conclusion that it was none other than the cat who did it, and it felt like their little secret, and a bit of magic that brought a strange joy to her rigorous world.

“You silly kitten, you know you are my favorite tester in the whole wide world.” She fastened the welder to its holder and gave Sissel her undivided attention. “And I know you are very, very smart.” That netted her some understated purring that may or may not have been intended as a demure agreement. “And that you understand at least half of what I’m saying. The other half is the stuff you don’t want to hear so that doesn’t count.” Busted.

“But these are the presents I am making for my mom and dad, Sissy. We don’t know who your mom and dad are, so we can’t bring them presents!”

Kamila ran a hand through his cold fur, giving her full consideration to the scenario she had only evoked in a burst of mindless musing. “...or should we bring cat treats to the park next week? Maybe they’re still there and I would not want to be rude. I am very grateful to have you, you know.”

Was that all? Sissel headbutted her wrist when he grew tired of pretending to have a heartbeat and breathe, moving away to the other end of the table and staring at her with bright unblinking eyes.

Humans did love to overcomplicate things, really.

Yet that thought, or part of it, remained appealing.

So he set out to work.

It so happened that Jowd shared many traits with the quintessential cat. This was not always a help to Sissel, who had taken to spending most of his time among humans and sometimes felt like he missed out on the finer complexities of both species. It was, however, enough for him to know, deeply and intimately, that the way the detective went on and on about his upcoming work trip overseas was a desperate caterwauling, a call for help. He was so offended by the sheer fact of being expected to hold a speech at some conference that he neglected to share any details about it, or Sissel wasn’t paying attention on the rare occasions when he did, but what was clear was that the sole thought of leaving felt like torture.

Sissel, then, played a waiting game. He would need a stage for his trick: the right moment had to present itself at the police station, among a crowd of Jowd’s colleagues.

It rained; McCaw walked into the atrium and threw the wet plastic wrapping of a snack into the nearby trashcan. Sissel closed the lid when nobody was watching, letting the plastic fall toward the ground; a well-timed loosening of the radiator’s valve blew it away from the trashcan and close to Jowd’s feet. Now – and this was crucial to Sissel’s plans – Jowd had good eyes and lightning-quick reflexes. He would see the perilous transparent slip of plastic and sidestep to avoid it, even gaining a modicum of admiration from the bystanders. It would only garner more sympathy for his plight, then, when an improbable chain of events that began in the dusty spaces above the cupboards made a bowling ball fall on the desk next to where he’d landed, triggering the drawers’ spring-loaded latches at once and throwing all three drawers at Jowd’s calf with considerable strength. The man yowled in pain as he fell over and squinted at the last movement of this drawers disaster: a sheet of wrapping paper and a ribbon somehow flew out of them only to land exactly on his shoulder.

“Doctor’s gonna order some rest for this. You are welcome,” he said through the ghost world. Jowd’s laughter almost tore down the place and so Sissel congratulated himself upon a job well done: his dad had gotten his present.

His other dad would turn out to be a more complicated affair.

Not that anyone else in all his extended families had any claim to the title of “uncomplicated”, ever, but Yomiel remained the uncontested champion in the opposite direction and so Sissel tailed him for a few days, in and out of the ghost world, waiting for inspiration to strike. Yomiel’s new life needed… a dishwasher, a subscription to at least three computer magazines, a book called “Cooking for newbs” (spelling uncertain), a substantial supply of hair gel, a cat-shaped ladle and a cat-printed tie, Sissel learned, none of which were things a ghost cat could provide, unless a ghost cat felt like stooping to ghost crimes.

Rain again. It was a dark and stormy afternoon when Yomiel grabbed an umbrella and got ready to make a run to the convenience store down the corner; Sissel duly followed him inside the umbrella itself. They coasted a pile of junk discarded next to the wall of an abandoned building – broken chairs, a desk, file cabinets, cardboard boxes littered the sidewalk. Nothing special, nothing new. If not for his ghost senses, Sissel would have never given it a second thought. But that presence was there, undoubtedly. So Sissel jumped out of the umbrella and into a fire hydrant, and from there he frantically looked for the control unit of the nearest street lamp.

Sunlight was fading, and the city would soon bask in in its warm artificial lights, but that one street lamp lit up ahead of time to shine a spotlight on the pile of cardboard boxes. Yomiel raised an eyebrow under his shades. The street lamp went out and lit up again. Yomiel shot it a pointed look and approached the boxes underneath.

As he moved one of them aside, a kitten meowed at him, red fur darkened by the relentless rain. It was lost and hungry and had the biggest, roundest paws; Yomiel teared up as he tried to hold it and felt it hold him in turn. He cradled the kitten close to his chest and greeted it with his warmest, most private smile.

The whole street lit up.

“I know it was you, Sissel,” Yomiel whispered to the empty boxes. “You could’ve just told me! Who’s givin’ ya this knack for theatrics?”

“Statistically, you.”

“As if. I’m onto you. But… thank you, my friend.”

“...you are welcome. Just don’t name it after me, will you? Try to break the streak?”

“I’m not making any promises.”

[icariamusing]

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Sara Waisglass

NAME: Yona Onasis

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY: October 17, 1999

OCCUPATION: Part-time university student, worker at the Onasis’ farm, “Weeds” Salesperson (not actually drugs…)

HOMETOWN: Icaria, Greece (originally Nyack, New York)

PETS: A nice mutt of a dog named Fleck

POWERS:

tw: death

Yona has a variation of psychometry. If she touches an object that was in the possession of someone deceased, she can relive their memories in first-person surrounding the object. The more recently the person passed away, the more vivid and the memories are. She experiences these visions more quickly than the events themselves occur, but she does freeze in place for a moment while reliving them.

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: death, drugs, alcohol, implied underage sex

Yona struggled to remember much of her life before she came to Icaria. She could recall activities, friends, and time with her mom (mostly in the hospital). However, she struggled to connect any of her own memories to what led to her arrival in Icaria. Asking her adoptive parents for details prompted a slightly different story every time, and it was never told with the utmost confidence in the details. The best that Yona could piece together, she was born into a nice Jewish family in Nyack, New York but her uncle Joey’s wife Genevieve was really into worship of the Greek gods. Somehow, Genevieve ended up putting Yona’s mother Arielle in touch with some mysterious guy with whom she spent a pretty wild night. This resulted in Arielle becoming pregnant and giving birth to a daughter. Arielle died when Yona was around six (it was never made clear to Yona how or why), and her uncle and aunt took her in.

Joey and Genevieve weren’t exactly great at childrearing, and having a curious little brat tagging along was really cramping their style. They’d been the fun aunt and uncle, but now they had to be the fun parents, and that wasn’t really working. After some mumbling back and forth between Aunt Genevieve’s connections for over a year, they managed to somehow get in touch with the Onasis family in Icaria.

One of the adopted sons of George and Agape Onasis and his wife had thought that they were taking in a child of the rustic god Silenus. Instead, they wound up with Yona, whose father Charon was decidedly not particularly associated with the harvest. It seemed weird to send back a precocious child over something so trivial, and they were nice people, so they fostered the girl for a while until adopting her. Everything ended up working out okay, and sometimes Uncle Joey and Aunt Gen sent postcards and gifts wildly inappropriate for a small child during their travels. She even met Charon a few times, although Yona told him to his face that even though he was pretty cool, the god was less cool than her new dad.

Deception of her parentage aside, Yona took surprisingly well to her new family’s lifestyle in a house close to her grandparents big family farm. She enjoyed tagging along behind her parents, uncles, aunts, and grandparents in the fields and doing her best to help. There was something satisfying about being part of a team, and it didn’t hurt that the team helped make delicious food. She fondly remembered begging her kindhearted Uncle Baz to let her sit on his shoulders so she could be tall too and see the farm from up high.

As she grew older, Yona started to fall into some bad habits and a thrill-seeking crowd. She started hanging around with the ‘bad kids,’ including the Richards twins who were in the school year below her. They were fun, and she liked to have fun. There was a chance that Yona might have pulled back on the bad decision-making and not gotten so addicted to pulling elaborate pranks and wreaking mild mayhem without getting caught if not for this friendship. It got really bad around when she hit high school. Most of the time, she wasn’t doing anything too out of hand, and took care to appear like she was partying as hard as everyone else when she drank moderately was only doing pot when explicitly urged to participate. Her parents’ only real complaints were her complete disregard for curfew.  When she was 16, she tried having sex a couple of times with one of the boys in her year and decided that it wasn’t for her. It took her about a year to figure out that she just wasn’t interested in boys, but she talked up a good game to her friends about her supposed adventurous sex life for a while. It didn’t help that Yona had fallen hard for Rye along the way. She did not want to ruin their friendship, and it would probably be awkward to suddenly reveal this sort of thing- especially when the twins ended up dropping out of high school. Her own grades were pretty untouched, so she tried to keep the guilt from consuming her. Yona came out more quietly than she did most things, but didn’t really know what to do about her crush, so she did a terrible job of hiding it.

She graduated, and enrolled part-time in classes at the local university, deciding somewhat on a whim to major in Pharmacy. She did want to take some time to learn what she liked before fully committing to full time studies, so she explored some… interesting sales practices that she had only dabbled in during high school. She called herself a “weeds” salesperson which was only kind of lying. Was it really her fault that people couldn’t tell pot from oregano? It was good, organic oregano. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if people were really gullible or really into cooking. It wasn’t like she didn’t sell stuff at the farmers market with her family, so it was everyone else’s own fault if they couldn’t tell the difference between the stuff. Some of Yona’s more unexpected favorite pastimes included visiting used bookstores and thrift stores to excitably tell her fellow shoppers about the dead people that had previously possessed the items, shouting at passerby to get out of her way when she went on runs with her dog, and trying to get cool people that were older than her to be her friend.

[ton-e]

Little details about the 513 Thunderfam that make me really happy/intrigued me a lot and deserve to be talked about more sksksk

Everyone thought Borr may suffer of insanity not because of the general shittiness he caused, but because he wasn't fateful to Bestla and didnt even thought of her as beautiful, objective or otherwise

As a child, Hel was described as 'fragile' and 'delicate' for his softness towards animals, children, elderly, and so an so. It's said he was a very sensitive boy who couldn't even stand the sight of ants being stepped on and cried immediately when anyone was bullied so he made Odin promise to keep conflicts at bay (Odin did, even if he knew it was outside his control)

But he was also a little shit who pulled pranks as often as sun raised, especially on rich Lords. He enjoyed pranking his family the most because his tricks and schemes made Bestla laugh, which she didn't do a whole lot of. It was especially funny when magic came into play because the sight of Odin and Bestla trying to give diplomatic speeches with blue hair and Santa Claus beard is a sight EVERYONE should enjoy

That being said IDUNN was very fucking rowdy and liked to roundhouse anything she got her energetic little hands on, from some poor kid not knowing what they were getting into all the way to the Queens Guard who became Fearful KSKSKKS

Most of her pastime is spend either coloring on the Castle walls because it's the only place big enough to fit her ideas, or teaching princesses how to break someone's neck with the material of their dresses and go skyriding with her Pegasus until they were sick

.When she wanted to spend extra time with Freyja, she'd pay cleaning maidens to inform her she was running around the training grounds with the Valkyries knowing her mom would stop the meeting she was caught into, pick up the ends of her royal dresses and chase her around and she did everytime skksks

Skuld is basically the cool aunt that gives you your first joint, never married, slides you a 100 dollar bill when your parents aren't looking, is like "who's bothering you?? That little shit??? Alright let's go kick his ass", most likely a lesbian, loves her grandkids to death and jokingly says she has favorites that change according to favors she needs jsksk

Her and Balder have a love hate relationship, you just KNOW they do. Balder enjoys her presence because it annoys Borr, and Skuld likes anyone who can match her in wits. They greet eaxhother like "Good day wench" "Looking good for once in your life, shithead"

Once, when Odin and Freyja were 10, they broke into the Castle's supply of drinks and wanted to try the wine that won Borr such fame. They were caught by Shaggydog who ends up giving them both a wack upside the head and a promise to tell Bestla about this bc fuck you kids we do not need anymore drunks in this household sksksk

Freyja knows for a FACT Bestla is a worse fate than Borr so she makes him a deal: If he can drink more than them, they'll follow without complaint. If they outdrink him, he has to cover for them when they do play raids in the city. Shaggydog is ofc like, I drank with an entire army supplied by the God of drunkards himself I think I can manage

It takes Odin less than one goblet before he passes out. Freyja makes sure to stick her tongue out at the knight later that week as they sneak out of the Castle and doesn't stay long enough to see Shaggydog giving her the bird sjsjs

It's?? Very uncommon for Bestla to be anything other than stoic, Its a practiced controlled only southern ladies have but also a frosty camouflage she learned early, when she was first dropped in Asgard and knew no one and nothing. She's a Queen loved by many, and she loves her people just fine, but it's a one at a million time occurrence to catch a glimpse of the smile she saves only for her children, Skuld and Shaggydog, her laugh even more of a rarity. The only one that made her laugh out loud was Eitri and Hel :>>

It doesn't matter how taller and older he gets, Odin is still referred to as "little lion" by his mom and Skuld and I think that's adorable skksks

Farbauti just,,, Inviting himself to Borrs party KNOWING Borr hates him, therefore he didn't extend an invitation to him but the man has a 5'11 wolf mama besides him and a very sharp sword what are you gonna do

FRIGG CALLING OUT BORR ON HIS OWN BIRTHDAY FOR BEING A LIAR ABOUT HIS VICTORIES IN BATTLE AND ALSO BECAUSE HE WAS MEAN TO HER DAD SKSKSK

"Entertainment women" seeing Odin fresh out of battle and pushing their titties around for him to say, I only love my mama and my horse I'm sorry-

FRIGG AND FARBAUTI POUNCING WJWJW

The crowns three talking about the times they first broke rules after getting away from the party.

"Well I had that whole anarchy and stabbing the maker I never met thing for a while, like that happened"

"When I was 5 one of my tutors gave me a bad grade on a paper, so I learned her handwriting and sent words of marriage annulment to her husband. Turns out that was lover and her actual husband found out, so yeah, I kinda ruined her life"

Odin just looks around as if to check if someone was listening, Frigg and Farbauti prepare to hear something really bad but Odin, eyes big and serious, remorseful even, says "When I was small, I stole a chicken leg from the kitchens before dinner bells rang" he doesnt get why they're laughing he spent at least half the evening in the corner KWKWK

[neshabeingchildish]

Happy Pranksgiving

So, this went a little differently once I started typing it out than it was going when it jumped into my mind, but @chenoahchantel told me to share it. So, if it’s bad, she the one who said y’all needed to be subjected to it. It’s corny, but it’s here.

@kiddangers

Charlotte was not looking forward to the holiday season. Well… that wasn't exactly true. She loved the holiday season, but with that meant that her beloved husband and eldest son would be engaged in their favorite year round pastime, but tenfold… pranking for Christmas.

Here's where the problem started… Max loved pranks and was very good at them. At an early age, he determined that he'd teach his kids to be pranksters too. His family was never on board for his habits, so Charlotte supported the goal, but stipulated that they needed to be child level, better yet, age appropriate and comprehension based pranks… SO OF COURSE, they would have a genius kid who could at times go toe to toe with his old man in the pranking world. 

But, it got out of hand. Maximilian, MiniMax, would pull pranks that went totally against Charlotte's stipulation and between the ages of 6 and 9, it was virtually nonstop with her Maxi boys. From the time he was about 6 until now (he's 16) they had prank wars, while the other children shied away from it for fear of being super pranked by their big brother. Little did they know, MiniMax wasn't interested in pranking them. He sought out worthy prey. When he was 9, he scared Charlotte right into labor with twins she had been carrying and almost injured her. 

Max was ready to ban in home pranking. His wife and two of his little ones might have been harmed simply because he let this shared love between himself and his kid go a bit too far. But, Charlotte wouldn't let him ban it completely. That would make two dudes she loved very much very unhappy. What she stipulated this time was that they only pranked each other during the Christmas holidays. And so, a tradition was born.

Each year, they would get more into it. Sometimes MiniMax would induct one or more of 3 of his 4 younger siblings. Sometimes, they were Team Dad. But, they were learning as time went on and had declared at Thanksgiving that the 3 of them planned to enter their own prank into this year's wars. Max was so proud! Charlotte? Terrified. 

The baby had just turned 2 in October. Now, she had a 16 year old who called himself “Prank Savage” vs his adult father “Prank Savant,” and now her 10 year old daughter and 7 year old twins wanted to be involved? Suddenly?

“Are you good to make sure that things don’t get out of hand?” Max wondered. 

Charlotte assessed her surroundings. There was a 2 year old girl on her teet. She had teeth and was being weaned off, but not yet off. But, she could multitask, so she was waving a book around and kept hitting Charlotte upside the head with it while she was helping the twins with a project that looked like it could become unstable at any moment. MiniMax was rushing through the house, gathering things and giving himself a motivational speech and she was receiving an incoming, work related call. “I can’t make any promises,” she said. “Why don’t YOU make sure that things don’t get out of hand?”

“The kids will accuse me of cheating!” He said, wondering how that was not obvious.

So, that was that. She would HAVE to be the person to try to make sure that it didn’t “get out of hand.” If you asked her, these pranks had BEEN out of hand and were, every single year. Last year, MiniMax had set the entire neighborhood’s sprinklers to pour out his own concoction of insta snow whenever Max went to plug in their yard decorations. Everyone’s yard on the block was flooded with this fake snow EXCEPT for theirs and people came over to give Max a piece of their minds about it. 

Max smiled proudly at MiniMax and said, “The pupil surpasses his master.”

“Have I WON Pranksgiving?” MiniMax asked.

“I think I have no choice but to concede this Pranksgiving to you, Son.”

“YES!!!” He cheered.

“What the hell are you people talking about?” The neighbors wondered.

“Oh. And MiniMax? You’re on fix it detail for these people’s stuff.”

“It’s biodegradable. A few days it’ll break down and make your yards look LUSH!” He gave them an OK finger gesture. Then turned to his dad and reminded him, “And as per Pranksgiving earnings, you’re to call me The Maxter.” He patted his father on the chest and moved on with his day.

Max vowed that this year, he would not be calling his own son The Maxter. He was gonna put MiniMax back in his place. But now, other challengers were here. He and MiniMax didn’t usually play fair in this. 

At Midnight, every Black Friday, they both went into beast mode. Pranksgiving was their Christmas. They didn’t even seem to be taking the younger trio seriously and Charlotte was a little bit salty about it, to be perfectly honest.

“What do you kids have in mind for your Pranksgiving?” She wondered. The twins began to speak in their unique twin language, not knowing that she could pick it up sometimes (they’d find out eventually and somehow switch to another secret language. What an adventure that will be for her! But, for right now, they made a decision).

“You hate the pranks, so we know that you aren’t a spy. So, we’ll tell you, BUT, MiniMax is ALWAYS listening for signs or clues to stay ahead of DadMax..” He could just call him Dad… “So,” he glanced around and began to try to use sign language. Charlotte didn’t know a lot of sign language and whenever the twins not only learned it but taught their older sister, she figured out the basics. Nobody was deaf, but  it was a good skill. Their kids often learned things just because they didn’t know them before.

“Okay… That all seems good. I did have a few cracks, but I think I might be able to fill them in. You three need any help with it all?”

“I’m glad that you asked. We seem to be supremely low on the funds for this,” the 10 year old, Phoenix, announced. She smiled brightly, looking just like her dad, but slightly browner and with chubbier cheeks. 

Charlotte said, “Make me a list and I’ll see what I can do.”

The trio did several mini pranks, amateur hour really, and Max and MiniMax would try to cheer for them and tell them that those were all great. The twins would complain in their twin language afterwards and MiniMax would always tell them that whenever he was their age, he wasn’t the Maxter either. “Keep workin’ at it. You’ll come up with something great!” 

Phoenix folded her arms and said, “Don’t condescend them.”

“Condescend to,” he corrected her and booped her on the nose. She turned red, but forced a smile. “Great job, Fearless leader.” He walked off and she was livid.

“Does he think you’re in charge of this prank mission?” Maxavier asked. 

“Surely, he said that in jest, because she’s currently the least intelligent of all of us,” Maxwell said.

Phoenix threw him a look, “He probably said it so that you two could say stuff like that and I could clobber you before we prank them real good!” She stormed off. “Stupid Maxmen!” She went to go see her mom and sister. “Mom… Why wasn’t I named a Max? Did you already know that I wouldn’t be as… great as any of the others?”

“What? You’re awesome. You live with a house FULL of… very unusual boys and basically a crazy man child. Your dad is sweet, but Pranksgiving time is my yearly consideration to quit my wife job,” she joked. Phoenix was sad, though. “Phoenix… We named you after your aunt Phoebe and your dad. He always wanted his first daughter’s name to be hers, but I made him compromise, since he wanted every one of his sons to be a variant of a name that could be shortened to Max. If you want to look at a nonsense name, look no further than MAXAVIER, which I had to haggle him down to from MAXKAVELLI!”

“I’m so surprised that he didn’t try Maxson.”

“He did. I hated it a little more than Maxavier.” She laughed. “You don’t lack greatness, Love. The Maxes are just always trying to prove themselves to their big Max, and well… You’ve always been more independent.”

“Why didn’t you want me to be a Phoebe?”

“Because, there’s already a Phoebe Thunderman and I didn’t want my legacy to be named after her completely. But, Phoenix has Phoe and an X, and the Phoenix is an inspirational creature. That’s why I decorated your nursery the way that I did. You’ll leave your mark on the world, whether or not your brothers realize it.”

“Mom… could you help me with something? I have an idea, but… I don’t know… It’s sneaky and risky. It might hurt the twins, but they think I’m too stupid to give them my ideas.”

“I will support anything that uplifts you, and I’ll handle the boys, too.” Charlotte winked at her. 

.

So it happened. Max was working pretty nonchalantly on his pranking scheme. MiniMax was far more diligent about his. The twins had been “pestering” the two of them with various tricks along the way, and Charlotte was able to speak to the twins about how they made their sister feel with their comments and how to be more accepting of her as sort of a black sheep in the family. (That was one of the ways that Max and Phoenix bonded), but she knew that whatever stories he told of how he didn't fit in with his family for a long time too… It couldn't be like how she felt to be the only person in their home who was… mediocre. 

Even baby sis, Charbonnet, was manifesting powers, so if the baby wasn't a genius, she'd still have more to work with than Nix. At LEAST her dad had that in common with his family as a child. She. Had. Nothing. But his face.

When all was said and done, the twins had been briefed by Charlotte and they didn't think it would work, but one thing was sure..  they'd like to see it.

Max and MiniMax were each in their lairs, ready to execute their pranks. Once a winner was crowned, the family could go back to their holiday celebrations. Max really wanted Charlotte's gingerbread village and family fudge and she wasn't gonna have the peace of mind to make any if they were carrying on… Phoenix came running into his lair, panicked and shaking, "Dad! You have to come out here, QUICK!" 

He rushed out behind her and whenever they got outside, there were picketers and police coming to their house.

"What is happening?" He wondered.

"Maximus Thunderman?" One of the officers said.

"Yes?"

"We have numerous complaints against you and one Maximilian Thunderman for…" She began to read every single prank that he and MiniMax played that affected neighbors or outsiders in some way from like the last five years or so and Max realized that these people were the ones affected. 

"Okay. Okay. Well, I'm sure we can sort it all out…" Max began as Charlotte drove into their driveway with MiniMax and Bonbon in the SUV with her. 

"That's him!" Someone in the crowd said. MiniMax got out and was getting the toddler out of her seat when the crowd got a little rambunctious for the cop. Max got… worried. The twins were cradled closely against their older sis, MiniMax had BonBon in his arms and hesitantly followed Charlotte to where Max was facing the angry mob. 

"Max?" Charlotte said. 

"I've got it, My Everything. Will you take the kids inside?" Max asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the younger trio. "Kids?"

"These people are here for MiniMax," the twins said in unison. 

"I'll handle this," Max said, but he looked terrified. Charlotte felt uneasy. This was becoming too much. She loved him. She gave the trio a look, a signaling look as Max tried to speak calmly with the officer about making sure that things won't get out of hand, but that his son was only 16 and while some of his pranks may have been a bother, they were hardly ILLEGAL… 

"Dad…" Phoenix said and pointed at the crowd. 

He looked up at them, ready to defend his family if he had to. But, instead, he saw them tearing away their tops to reveal various red, gold, yellow shirts, all with an image of a phoenix on them and their formation made a red circle with a golden letter "P" in the center. "What's happening?" Max asked, hands still lifted defensively.

"Nix has something to say," Charlotte said.

"Happy Pranksgiving, Dad." 

Max furrowed his eyebrows and the pocket signs were turned around to reveal what looked like a campaign photo of Phoenix, with a funny warlike face and the slogan, "You've just been NIXED." 

MiniMax's lip dropped and he looked at Charlotte. "You helped her?"

"I encouraged her," she corrected. He handed the baby to her and approached Phoenix. She was ready for some kind of declaration that she couldn't have possibly done this without Mom and general negativity,but he smirked, shook his head, very impressed and said, "You may be the Master this year… But now I know to be more careful around you."

"Yeah, but you don't have an entire community willing to help you out because your brother has been so insufferable," she said, smiling. 

He looked at the crowd. "Oh my God, she's right. Her pranks… ANYBODY could be in on them!" He quickly rushed inside to redirect this year's prank for next year, with stipulations applied from this new discovery. 

Charlotte and the twins began to hand out the thank you bags the trio prepared for the crowd and Max finally exhaled. "Nix… I'm so proud of you!" He cheered. She smiled. "I am also terrified. I'm retiring from Pranksgiving. This is between you and your brothers now." He took a deep breath. "I thought those people might harm us," he admitted.

"Well… Mommy said that as long as nobody got hurt, a little fear goes a long way in prank wars. She went into labor once. I think you'll pull through." 

They both laughed and he wrapped an arm around her. "How'd you arrange this?" 

"I went door to door and asked, "Would you like the chance to be a part of something that gets the Maxes back for their holiday shenanigans?" And everyone said yes and made me listen to everything the pranks have done to them. Hours of that for the satisfaction of beating MiniMax was worth it, though. The twins were on logistics. Mom was on 'making sure this doesn't get out of hand,' because I wanted MiniMax in cuffs, but she insisted that would both traumatize a child of color and quite possibly make you seriously injure an officer of the law." She rolled her eyes. "But.. I used my own talents. I used just what I have and I beat you all." She smiled brightly. "I'm not as average as I thought before."

"You never were," he said.

.

Charlotte was grateful to have the pranks settled for another year. Now, she could focus on all the corny stuff that the kids teased her for, but simultaneously lived for. And also some special time with her Santa Baby. "You're amazing, you know that? You saw that Nix was sad about being underestimated and you helped her to gain a victory."

"I swear, all I did was tell the twins that I believed in her idea and tell her to go for it. It was basic parenting. Girl just takes after her dad… at least in the non-scientific ways." She kissed him on the chin. "Makes her so lovable." He smiled. "I DID see myself in her for the first time in a while… when she was venting. I remember being surrounded by boys who didn't seem to notice my value either. And, one of the things I never wanted was to raise sons like that. They could all use a little lesson in seeing her worth." 

"You are so hot when you're an awesome mom to our kids."

"You kidding? You defending this family in the face of an angry mob today almost got us another child."

"Night's still young."

"So is the previous kid!" She laughed and he pulled her close and kissed her. 

"Thank you for putting up with another Pranksgiving."

"It was worth it to see her light up."

[icariahq]

Thanks for applying Lisa! We look forward to seeing Yona around the island. Make sure to send your blog in within the next 24 hours or reach out to us if you need an extension. SARA WAISGLASS is now taken!

( SARA WAISGLASS, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen YONA ONASIS around icaria? they are the 21 year old child of CHARON. they remind me of FRAGRANT OREGANO, RUNNING TO CATCH UP, and A DUSTY OLD BOOK WITH A PEELING SPINE. They’ve been on the island for 14 YEARS.

LISA / SHE/HER | 29 | PACIFIC

Helloooo it’s me! Lisa! I live here now.

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

Since I was like twelve

TRIGGERS

idk they’re there already

IC INFO:

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Sara Waisglass

NAME: Yona Onasis

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY: October 17, 1999

OCCUPATION: Part-time university student, worker at the Onasis’ farm, “Weeds” Salesperson (not actually drugs…)

HOMETOWN: Icaria, Greece (originally Nyack, New York)

PETS: A nice mutt of a dog named Fleck

POWERS:

tw: death

Yona has a variation of psychometry. If she touches an object that was in the possession of someone deceased, she can relive their memories in first-person surrounding the object. The more recently the person passed away, the more vivid and the memories are. She experiences these visions more quickly than the events themselves occur, but she does freeze in place for a moment while reliving them.

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: death, drugs, alcohol, implied underage sex

Yona struggled to remember much of her life before she came to Icaria. She could recall activities, friends, and time with her mom (mostly in the hospital). However, she struggled to connect any of her own memories to what led to her arrival in Icaria. Asking her adoptive parents for details prompted a slightly different story every time, and it was never told with the utmost confidence in the details. The best that Yona could piece together, she was born into a nice Jewish family in Nyack, New York but her uncle Joey’s wife Genevieve was really into worship of the Greek gods. Somehow, Genevieve ended up putting Yona’s mother Arielle in touch with some mysterious guy with whom she spent a pretty wild night. This resulted in Arielle becoming pregnant and giving birth to a daughter. Arielle died when Yona was around six (it was never made clear to Yona how or why), and her uncle and aunt took her in.

Joey and Genevieve weren’t exactly great at childrearing, and having a curious little brat tagging along was really cramping their style. They’d been the fun aunt and uncle, but now they had to be the fun parents, and that wasn’t really working. After some mumbling back and forth between Aunt Genevieve’s connections for over a year, they managed to somehow get in touch with the Onasis family in Icaria. 

One of the adopted sons of George and Agape Onasis and his wife had thought that they were taking in a child of the rustic god Silenus. Instead, they wound up with Yona, whose father Charon was decidedly not particularly associated with the harvest. It seemed weird to send back a precocious child over something so trivial, and they were nice people, so they fostered the girl for a while until adopting her. Everything ended up working out okay, and sometimes Uncle Joey and Aunt Gen sent postcards and gifts wildly inappropriate for a small child during their travels. She even met Charon a few times, although Yona told him to his face that even though he was pretty cool, the god was less cool than her new dad.

Deception of her parentage aside, Yona took surprisingly well to her new family’s lifestyle in a house close to her grandparents big family farm. She enjoyed tagging along behind her parents, uncles, aunts, and grandparents in the fields and doing her best to help. There was something satisfying about being part of a team, and it didn’t hurt that the team helped make delicious food. She fondly remembered begging her kindhearted Uncle Baz to let her sit on his shoulders so she could be tall too and see the farm from up high.

As she grew older, Yona started to fall into some bad habits and a thrill-seeking crowd. She started hanging around with the ‘bad kids,’ including the Richards twins who were in the school year below her. They were fun, and she liked to have fun. There was a chance that Yona might have pulled back on the bad decision-making and not gotten so addicted to pulling elaborate pranks and wreaking mild mayhem without getting caught if not for this friendship. It got really bad around when she hit high school. Most of the time, she wasn’t doing anything too out of hand, and took care to appear like she was partying as hard as everyone else when she drank moderately was only doing pot when explicitly urged to participate. Her parents’ only real complaints were her complete disregard for curfew.  When she was 16, she tried having sex a couple of times with one of the boys in her year and decided that it wasn’t for her. It took her about a year to figure out that she just wasn’t interested in boys, but she talked up a good game to her friends about her supposed adventurous sex life for a while. It didn’t help that Yona had fallen hard for Rye along the way. She did not want to ruin their friendship, and it would probably be awkward to suddenly reveal this sort of thing- especially when the twins ended up dropping out of high school. Her own grades were pretty untouched, so she tried to keep the guilt from consuming her. Yona came out more quietly than she did most things, but didn’t really know what to do about her crush, so she did a terrible job of hiding it. 

She graduated, and enrolled part-time in classes at the local university, deciding somewhat on a whim to major in Pharmacy. She did want to take some time to learn what she liked before fully committing to full time studies, so she explored some… interesting sales practices that she had only dabbled in during high school. She called herself a “weeds” salesperson which was only kind of lying. Was it really her fault that people couldn’t tell pot from oregano? It was good, organic oregano. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if people were really gullible or really into cooking. It wasn’t like she didn’t sell stuff at the farmers market with her family, so it was everyone else’s own fault if they couldn’t tell the difference between the stuff. Some of Yona’s more unexpected favorite pastimes included visiting used bookstores and thrift stores to excitably tell her fellow shoppers about the dead people that had previously possessed the items, shouting at passerby to get out of her way when she went on runs with her dog, and trying to get cool people that were older than her to be her friend.

ANYTHING ELSE:

Hmmmmm I didn’t think I was making another character

Oh! And you might want to tread carefully when looking for pictures of the FC. She has plenty of recent gifs, but a lot of her photos are from when she was under eighteen. Let me know if you need me to help find pics??