#so does Katie's brother for that matter

[chibi-pix]

They really do need to colour code more.

Anyway! I apparently started this redraw a while back but dismissed it before I got very for. But I decided to work on it again. And what is it a redraw of? This old piece from 2021. Now going from little doodle to screenshot style! I'm pleased with the glow up.

Anywho! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[emeritusemeritus]

Girlfriend Wars [Fred Weasley]

(Gif not mine)

Title: Girlfriend Wars

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!reader (established relationship) & George Weasley x Angelina Johnson (established relationship)

Timeline: Non-specified, though I imagined it set after Goblet of Fire.

Summary: Angelina Johnson, girlfriend of George Weasley, struggles telling her boyfriend and his twin brother apart. Reader, girlfriend of Fred, does not. Only a game of blind testing can determine who is better at telling the twins apart.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts, though no graphic description or smut is used, established relationships. Pretty much fluff.

As always, I’ve used artistic license to allow access to both dorms, regardless of sex, for the benefit of the story.

There were many things you loved about your boyfriend Fred being an identical twin, especially as you were so close with his slightly younger brother; constant companionship, lifelong friendship, dual protectiveness that couldn't be matched. On the other hand, there were a few things you disliked entirely; the inability to find much alone time and the constant fear of being walked in on (this was more due to them sharing a room and a dorm... but it still counted).

The thing you hated most of all however, was people mistaking your boyfriend for George. And by people, specifically George's girlfriend Angelina. How the hell she couldn't tell her own boyfriend apart from his twin brother baffled you completely.

Fred's reaction to her constantly mistaking her for his brother did however amuse you enough to make up for any grievance you had on the matter.

You were sat in the common room long after classes had finished, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on one sofa, Ginny and you sat on the other. Fred was talking to Lee and some first years over in the corner, no doubt plotting something or making a deal you didn't want to know about whilst George had ran up to their dorm to fetch something relating to their scheme. You all flickered your eyes over to the sound of the door opening and saw that Angelina, Alicia and Katie had walked in, books in hand, as they made their way into the room.

You followed her diligently with your eyes as she headed straight towards Fred with a smile on her face. Both Lee and Fred had begun walking back over to you, Fred pocketing a few sickles into his trousers with the smug smirk on his lips. As she approached him in the middle of the common room, he briefly looked up at her and without hesitation he bluntly said "nope," and carried on walking back over to your group. She stood dumbfounded for a few moments, shocked at the sudden rejection until Fred dropped down onto the sofa between you and Ginny and threw his arm around you, not even slightly fazed by her. You had to bite your lip not to laugh at Fred's blunt delivery and her following reaction, much like Ginny who had watched the entire thing and was trying to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the giggles threatening to spill out.

George had walked down the stairs carrying their briefcase only a few moments later and smiled at his girlfriend who stood there with an almighty awkward expression. George absently threw the briefcase over to Fred who luckily caught it before it could hit anyone as George went to go kiss his girlfriend, blissfully unaware of the situation that had just nearly unfolded. Ginny walked off at this point to join Harry and Ron after her brother had called her over, sitting on the floor in front of Hermione as they conversed. Fred threw down the briefcase onto the now vacant seat beside him and shoved the sickles he'd made into the little velvet coin pouch before closing the briefcase.

"How does she get so confused?" You asked out loud, quiet enough so that only Fred could hear. "You don't even look the same."

Fred turned to face you and gave you a look of utter confusion at your statement, declaring that he and his identical twin didn't look the same, "are you joking?"

"No," you laughed, though it was true. You'd spent so much time with both the twins that you were able to tell them apart easily.

The truth was that you'd developed feelings for Fred early on in your friendship and those feelings had caused you to finally tune your ability to tell them apart, never wanting to be caught staring or flirting with the wrong twin. Over time, you had begun to notice all the differences between them that only seemed to be exaggerated as they grew up and now to you, you could hardly see them as identical anymore.

"You look more like Percy," you joked, deadpan in expression. Fred immediately took offence and lunged at you, tickling you into submission as he laughed at your squirming body. Tears threatened to spill at the intensity of the tickles as Fred knew the exact spots to target to make you relent.

"Seriously though, you don't look remotely identical to me," you said after you'd recovered and caught your breath. A familiar, foreboding twinkle suddenly appeared in Fred's eyes, which from experience you knew meant something potentially dangerous was about to happen.

"Oi Georgie!" Fred shouts as he looks over towards his brother who was still stood with Angelina, smiling and whispering cutely to each other. George whips his head round to look at the mischievous brother with a questioning gaze. "I've had an idea." Never a good thing to hear come from Fred Weasley's mouth, you thought.

George made his way over to you both almost immediately, trailing Angelina with him by their interlocked hands. "Sup Freddie?"

"My girl says we don't look identical, I think we should put it to the test," Fred says with his trademark smirk, casting a wicked glance at you as he slings his arm back around your shoulders.

"What do you mean not identical?" George says in bewilderment as he looks at you. You shrug in reply, unfazed and unashamed of your statement. Surely it shouldn't be a surprise to him, you'd been foiling their attempts at switching places many times over the years, never believing them when they actively tried to persuade you that the one wearing the G jumper was George and the alternative when you knew for a fact it was not.

"What do you say? Girlfriend test!" Fred says, pointing between you and Angelina. You cast a glance at Angelina who looked absolutely mortified by the proposition, clearly unsure of her ability to differentiate between to the two. You on the other hand laughed at the suggestion, thinking it could actually be quite fun.

"Yeah wicked!" George laughs, sharing a look at his brother before turning towards his girlfriend and immediately seeing her trepidation, "unless you don't want to." Angelina looks towards you and sees that you are clearly up for the challenge with your smile.

"Uh sure," she says nervously, feigning a smile towards her boyfriend. You turn to Fred and share a knowing glance at each other, knowing she wouldn't have the faintest chance of winning, she could barely tell them apart right next to each other.

"Jordan you're referee," George says, calling over Lee who seemed to unquestioningly fall into line with their plan, just as usual.

It takes all of five minutes to arrive at the boys dorm where you would conduct your little game, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other students. You and Angelina were sat on two wooden chairs in the middle of the messy room, awaiting orders. You were laughing at something Lee said as he prepared notes, taking his role of referee very seriously whereas Angelina was sat quietly with a smug smile on her lips, apparently finding her confidence.

"Right, Angelina you are contestant A, y/n you're contestant B. Winner gets to chose their own prize. Rule number one, no hard feelings whatever happens," Lee says, looking towards all of you as you nod. "Rule two, no inappropriate touching or contact with the other brother's girlfriend." Again, earning a very honest nod, each of you knowing the clear boundaries there. "Rule three, um, I guess that's it really. I'm keeping score, ladies, blindfolds on." He handed out two spare house ties to both you and Angelina and your respective boyfriends began to tie them around your eyes so that you would be completely blindfolded. You could hear George and Angelina struggling with the task, no doubt because of George's stumbling and nerves, catching Angelina's hair in the bind. Fred however, had no issues getting you blindfolded, and had even leaned down into your ear to teasingly whisper, "this is familiar princess", earning him a not so gentle shove to shut him up which he laughs at.

"Okay, girls what number am I holding up?" Lee asks, checking that you couldn't see anything.

"Umm 4?" Angelina replies, taking a wild guess and sounding unsure of herself.

"How do I know? I'm blindfolded you tosspot," you joked, earning a laugh from all three boys in the room but not from the girl beside you. You felt a hand on your shoulder briefly, knowing that it was Fred who had not yet moved away from you, his thumb absently stroking the patch of skin he could touch over your collar.

"Right, round one!" Lee announces. "Starting easy, we're starting with their voices, gentlemen I'd like you to gather around contestant A and say her name out loud," Lee says, falling deeper into a role of gameshow host rather than referee. You feel Fred move away from behind you as the twins shuffle about and approach Angelina.

"Angelina."

"Angelina."

"Umm, the first one?" She asks, unsure of herself.

"Correct!" Lee says and you hear Angelina huff out a relieved breath.

"Contestant B!" You heard a shuffling at the twins moved to stand each side of you.

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

There was no denying that their voices were eerily similar but you had a finely tuned ear and could tell that the slightly breathiness of the first voice was undoubtedly your boyfriend.

"First one was Fred," you said quickly.

"Correct! Okay ladies keep the blindfolds on, next we're doing a touch test. One twin will stand in front of you and you can touch their face to determine if it's your boyfriend or not."

They started with Angelina, one of them stepping closer to crouch down in front of her so that she could try and feel for who it was. A minute passed and she was clearly struggling.

"Um, George?" She says nervously. A moment of silence passes until Lee speaks out, "incorrect that was Fred Weasley! Contestant B!"

You feel one of the twins moving to stand in front of you, crouching down so that you were eye level with each other. You begin to feel around for the face and begin by touching their hair and bringing your right hand down to the right eyebrow, trying to be gentle and not gauge any eyes out in the process. You smirked, feeling the telltale scar that sat on the eyebrow of your boyfriend and ran your finger over his cheek towards his nose to check for the little chicken pox scar. Once you were certain, you slowly ran your fingers down his face towards hip lip and leaned forward with a smirk to capture his lips with yours, knowing exactly who it was. You pulled away, hearing Fred let out a little breath of laughter and you spoke clearly, "Freddie," before leaning in to whisper to him, "hoped it was George." You immediately squealed, feeling him tickle you as a punishment for your teasing as Lee announced your were correct.

"Okay last round, a kiss test," Jordan says. Immediately you and Angelina squark out your complaints but he silences you a moment later, "forehead kiss only." Angelina went first and incorrectly guessed that it was Fred, even though it was actually George who had kissed her.

"Y/n, last chance to take a clean sweep!"

You felt movement in front of you and then felt a pair of lips delicately place a kiss on your forehead. The kiss immediately felt wrong, like there was a shyness to it. You didn't doubt that Fred would try his hardest to try and confuse you by not kissing you in his regular style but this felt entirely different. You could also smell the strong laundry smell that radiated off the Molly crafted, knitted jumper that George was wearing, whereas Fred was still wearing his shirt and jumper, meaning that it could only be one person.

"Georgie gross!" You laughed, attempting to wipe the spot he had kissed, earning a laugh from the boys in the room.

"Contestant B is the winner!" Lee announced as someone reached around to untie your makeshift blindfold, immediately coming face to face with Fred who lunged into a kiss as you both smiled at your victory.

As you pulled apart, you saw that George and Angelina looked slightly awkward with each other and you had to cringe a little at their interaction, feeling a little guilty for them.

"Good game, good game," Lee went around shaking everyone's hand as the room filled with laughter.

"Mate you could always be a game show host if the quidditch commentator thing doesn't work out," you laughed as he lit up and nodded enthusiastically at the prospect.

"So," Fred whispers into your ear, coming to stand behind you as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder, his arms shaking around your waist. "What will your prize be princess?" His voice is dripping with innuendo as he teases you and you can picture the smirk on his face already as he nuzzles into your hair. "Watching one of your favourite muggle movies, a sugar mouse from honeydukes or something better?"

His mouth comes to nibble at your neck gently, just enough to cause a shiver to run over you as he licks at the mark he's just made. You twist your neck to look up at him, not answering his question directly and grin devilishly as you reply, telling him all that he needed to know, "better put that tongue away Weasley, you'll be needing it later."

Fred openly groans as his head falls on your shoulder at the implication of your words, his arms pulling you in tighter as arousal washes over him, knowing exactly what it did to him. You let out a little chuckle and move to spin around around in his arms to that you're facing each other, both smiling as he pulls you in for a scorching kiss.

"Um, I'm still here you know," Lee says jokingly, earning a quick pillow to the head as Fred breaks the kiss only for a second to reach down and launch the closest pillow at him with impressive precision.

"Point taken, maybe I'll go find George and Angelina," he mumbles, causing you and Fred to pull apart, realising that the other couple had since evacuated.

"I feel kind of bad," you admitted.

"For being able to tell which twin is your boyfriend? Thought that was a basic requirement to be honest," Fred replies, mocking Angelina in a subtle way. You tap his chest at his words, but couldn't deny he was wrong.

"I'm just saying, a few mistakes I can understand, especially from behind or something but she clearly can't even tell in broad daylight," he snickers.

"Maybe it's all a ploy, maybe it's you she actually wants and just uses it as an excuse," you laugh, earning a bark of laughter from Fred.

"Well I am the better looking twin," he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Amen," you say, pulling him by the collar for another kiss until you pull away, giving him your most seductive look as you pull him by the hand towards the edge of his bed.

"So... my prize," you say seductively, enjoying seeing the look of shock and excitement quickly pass over his face until the look of arousal washes over his twinkling eyes and a small smirk tugs at his lips.

"Colloportus," Fred says absently, pulling his wand from his pocket and pointing it towards the door, locking it with just a flick of his wrist, allowing you to claim your prize in private.

[zablife]

John + Solomons!sister thoughts:

This chaotic woman babysitting his kids. At this point all of them call her "Aunt y/n" ❤️. The thing is she can't control herself so, she's telling them a story but in the same way Alfie did with her (can you imagine Alfie telling bed stories to his little sister? 🫠) Well, so, she's telling them something like: "then the princess, who was in the fucking castle, was forced to marry this man . He was a cunt! A fucking cunt..."

And in that moment John returns, and he's wtf! 🤷‍♀️. That's not the kind of language to use in front of his kids! But they're so happy listening to her that in the end he let her finish the story 😂. Probably he joins his kids, too.

The Runaway (Partners in Crime AU)

John Shelby x Y/n Solomons 

GIF credit @alicent-targaryen

Read previous part Shots Fired

John sat in pensive silence, hands clasped in his lap as his older brother’s shadow passed over him threateningly. He felt like a child waiting for punishment, but no one could make him feel worse than the condemnation that came from within. His mind had been on your disappearance all day.

“What the fuck were you thinking, John?” Tommy said pacing the floor as he pinched the bridge of his nose harshly.

“I swear it wasn’t my idea, Tom. You know what she’s like,” John protested.

Tommy stopped in front of a chair, fingers curled around the back tightly as he glared at his brother, “Is that what I’m supposed to tell Alfie?”

John looked away in defeat, shoulders hunched. Why did you have to be so bloody stubborn, he wondered, anger bubbling up inside of him. When he’d gone to check on you yesterday, the nurse told him you’d discharged yourself hours earlier. He’d flown into a rage, overturning the bed and table until she handed him a letter between shaking fingertips, begging him to leave.

“Tell me once more,” Tommy insisted.

“Here, read it for yourself,” John answered with a huff. He fished the note from his coat pocket and tossed it across the kitchen table. It was creased and torn at the edges from where he’d already read it many times over, trying to discern meaning from your cryptic words. 

Tommy snatched it up, scanning the hastily scribbled writing and squinting in the dim light at your poor penmanship.

I couldn’t stay here. I have a personal matter to settle, but I’ll see you again in a familiar place when I'm done. I owe you a black eye and two kisses xx

“The fuck’s she on about, eh?” Tommy said, hurling the paper back at his brother. “What place?”

John simply shrugged, too exhausted to speculate.

Tommy narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Were you two fucking? If so, you need to tell me now.”

John’s body pitched forward with a burst of laughter. “Oh, fuck off, Tommy!”

Growing irritated Tommy stormed out, calling over his shoulder, “Find Y/n, NOW! Before Alfie finds out about this!”

———————————————

Three weeks later…

“You won’t believe what happens next!” you tease out slowly, watching the little faces gathered around you.

“Does he find the princess?” Clara asked, clutching her teddy bear.

“Yes! But that’s not all! Cheeky bastard leans over for some heavenly bliss,” you said, kissing your hand to demonstrate dramatically.

The children shrieked and squealed before Katie piped up excitedly, “He kissed her?”

You nodded, “I mean…not a proper snog cause she weren’t awake. And, more importantly, girls, he didn’t ask! A lad’s gotta treat you with respect,” you reminded them with a wag of your finger.

“Can we please have another story after this one?” William interrupted, chubby hands pushed together pleadingly.

“You tell stories better than daddy,” Katie proclaimed with a giggle.

Following the sound of his children's laughter, John climbed the stairs quietly. His heart thundered in his chest as he strained to listen for the female voice he knew well. A thousand questions crossed his mind, but the relief he felt quieted them all as he caught a glimpse of you from the hall.

You shifted in the small bed to make yourself more comfortable, adjusting the sling that held your bad arm. “No, this is the last one. I’m cream crackered!” you said, stifling a yawn.

“Why do you talk funny?” Katie asked, her lisp adorably more pronounced.

“Why do you?” you countered defensively.

“I can’t help it, I’m missing my front teeth,” she replied sweetly, opening her mouth wide to reveal a wide gap.

You leaned forward to examine her, pinching her chin between your thumb and forefinger. Nodding thoughtfully you exclaimed, “Oh, right. Got a man down at the bakery who looks like you. He’s called Walter.”

“Is Walter getting new teeth like me?” Katie asked hopefully.

You furrowed your brow and shook your head, “No, I don’t think so.”

John leaned against the door frame watching you with his children. He was somewhat surprised to see this softer side of you, though he always knew you must have one. He watched the corners of your eyes crinkle into a smile as you continued joking with the children and he found himself smiling as well.

“I feel sorry for Walter then,” Katie said, big blue eyes looking up at you sorrowfully.

“No, don’t trouble yourself, love. He’s a right cunt,” you said matter-of-factly. "And a dirty little snitch as it turns out. Do you know what we do to them?"

John leaped forward. “Alright, bedtime!” he announced. “Y/n, can I speak with you?”

You looked up, realizing he was home. “So you finally found me,” you said with a grin. “Did you come for those kisses?” you teased as you rose to greet him, batting your lashes at him playfully. The children whooped in delight, jumping up and down as they watched both of you carefully.

“Bed!” John instructed, pointing for them to lie down. Guiding you out into the hall, he closed the door to their room and when you attempted to walk away from him, he pulled you back to him demanding, “Where the bloody hell have you been?”

“You speak to me like that again and it’ll be a black eye for you, understand?” you warned him.

“Alright, calm down,” he said, relinquishing his grip on your wrist. “I was worried,” he admitted in a quiet voice.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked down at your feet and nodded in understanding. “M sorry. Sabini’s men came looking for me at the hospital. I had to leave.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve taken care of it,” John said lowly.

Your eyes flicked up to his, a sudden spark lighting within you as you shook your head at him. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”

John ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Fine, you don’t need me,” he said, pushing past you to take the stairs two at a time.

You followed after him into the kitchen where he was noisily opening cupboards to distract himself from your rejection.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m good at what I do so I don’t need my man to rescue me every time I’m in trouble, John."

“Oh, fuck off, Y/n!” he shouted, spinning around to look at you. "I may not be your man, but I'm still your partner. Why can't you trust me?” he asked, chest rising and falling quickly with his rapid heartbeat. You meant more to him than any woman had since Martha and he couldn’t understand why you insisted on shutting him out.

You stood staring at him, a lump in your throat in place of an explanation. Why were you like this? Was it years of working for Alfie or the fear of admitting you cared about someone? You couldn’t say. You’d never been good with words, but you had to try or this might be the end of your friendship.

“Look, I’m shit at telling people how I feel about them, alright? I learned everything I know about family from Alfie and you know what a numpty he is,” you let out a desperate laugh that fell flat when you saw John’s wide eyes staring back at you. “I couldn’t risk Sabini hurting you too. You’ve got kids to think of!” you said, eyes welling with tears. “I don't have anyone so it wasn't as much of a risk for me. You think I don’t trust you, but I’d fucking die for you, you arsehole.”

John exhaled the breath he’d been holding listening to you and rushed to embrace you, letting you cry into his shoulder. “Hey, you’ve got me. You’ve got all of us," he assured you as he stroked your hair gently. "Promise me you won’t do that again. I couldn’t lose you.”

You nodded against his shoulder, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand as embarrassment washed over you. John loosened his grasp on your shoulders and stepped back to give you space. Digging into his pocket, he bit his lip before offering a handkerchief. Looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, he attempted to lighten the mood. “If you’re going to come round more often to see the kids, stick to bedtime stories, yeah?”

You hiccuped out a little laugh asking, “No small talk?”

“Not if it’s about Walter,” he joked, looking away with a chuckle. 

You blew your nose into the hanky as you mumbled, “Sleeping Beauty again, I reckon.”

John winced, “I hate that one.”

“Says the man who grabbed the tit of an unconscious woman,” you retorted playfully.

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? I did save your life that night you know!” John said, voice tinged with mild irritation.

A smile slowly began to creep over your face as you brought your hand up to caress his cheek softly, “Thank you, Barney.”

His bright blue eyes searched yours and found a sincerity he'd never seen before. “You’re welcome, alley cat," he whispered into the stillness of the night. His term of affection made you feel warm and comforted and for once you didn't feel like dismissing it with a joke or running away.

Read part 5 Plus One

[leighlew3]

What were the aspects of Supergirl (show in general or character) that resonated with you personally?

First and foremost, Kara herself... as someone with a ton of trauma, who would have every reason to do not so great things or wield her power for evil, yet does good things and channels her energy into trying to help people -- she's amazing. She is someone who feels isolated a lot of the time and struggles with anger issues but ultimately is such a light and a good person and somebody that just wants to do good for the world, even when it's not always appreciated or understood. Even if it means constant self sacrifice.

I relate to pretty much all of that.

I also loved the idea of Supercorp obviously, because it was such an epic tale in how they were so similar but so different and so inherently fated to be side by side. It could've been so successful if canon romantic on the show instead of just baited. Taking the decades-old lore of Super vs Luthor and instead turning into Super & Luthor -- a story of hate turned into a love story -- that's an incredible concept, and so rich and full of so much storytelling potential. Them just being friends is the 'lite' version of turning that lore on its head. But to go even deeper would've been nothing short of revolutionary.

Alas, instead they chose to tarnish the show's legacy and taint the good it DID do elsewhere in LGBTQ representation (because YES a show can have ancillary rep but still queerbait a lead dynamic -- especially when it's bait that existed before any other rep was even introduced on the show) ...by choosing to be one of the worst examples of queerbait in TV history (due to all of the romanic tropes and parallels and teases and lack of denials by TPTB who very clearly wanted people to stay tuned in based on hope for canon endgame since that very first Clois parallel in 2x01). It was also just an absolute waste of creative potential and true travesty that ultimately only hurt the show and cast and fans and everyone involved, whether everyone is ready to admit it or not.

Anyway, I enjoyed the fact that so many of the characters -- from Kara and Lena (these two especially), to Alex, Nia, and Kelly... so many of them came loaded with one form of trauma or another, but they still were ultimately inherently good people, a great example of 'found family', and heroic as heck in the end, no matter how dark it got at times for some. In large part because they had each other. I mean, I wish they all weren't LITERAL superheroes or supernatural by the end because I think the show (amongst numerous other issues) lost sight of their own messaging that "anyone can be a hero even without powers" but -- they really were inherently such good / ripe characters, the women especially (plus Brainy and J'onn).

Sure, they all (again, the women especially) often were sadly let down by superficial or just plain poor writing and overall creative direction a lot of the time, especially in the end -- but at the core, everyone could find something to relate to in at least one character, if not multiple characters, and that's great.

I know much like fans of Dana Scully in the 90s, a LOT of girls/women were inspired to get into STEM over this last decade now because of Katie McGrath's portrayal of Lena Luthor. And even more people related to Lena's trauma as a survivor of lifelong abuse at the hands of her family and especially her unhinged brother. Seeing that someone can slip into darkness as the result of years of sadistic mind games and abuse of all kinds but still come out the other side a hero, empowered, and a good person who helps others and is capable of loving and deserving of being loved? That's beautiful, and Lena offered that to SO many viewers, so it's no wonder she was a top fan favorite second only to the lead herself. And seeing how that impacted people, was so very moving.

Seeing people impacted by Alex's coming out arc in Season 2 was amazing. Having the first trans superhero on TV was amazing. And so on...

Look, there's a lot the show did wrong. In fact, possibly more was done poorly or wrong than well or good, overall, unfortunately. Alas, there were some little sparks of light to be truly appreciated.

But again, for me, I connected most to Kara's story, her strength, her dichotomy, and her indelible sense of HOPE... despite every reason at times to give up. And to the Kara/Lena love story, in all its infinite, incredible, and still mostly untapped potential.

[ghostie-in-wonderland]

Songs that remind me of the Obey Me Characters

some angst, some fluff

Lucifer: 

Eleanor Rigby – Cody Fry  Experience – Ludovico Einaudi  Colors – Halsey IDK he gives the gray vibe for like someone else’s blue (probably MC’s or his brothers)  All Too Well (10 Minute Version) – Taylor Swift 

Mammon: 

The Exit – Conan Gray The dude does everything for his family and has not healed one bit. Someone give this dude a hug fr.  Right Here – Chase Atlantic He’s always there for everyone else, and he’s honestly someone who’s MC’s ride or die. Consume – Chase Atlantic  Something in the Orange – Zach Bryan I think if he did something that caused MC and him to separate and go different ways, he’d be in the like top 5 listeners of this song within like four days. The Moon Will Sing – The Crane Wives Once again, does everything for everyone else and to make them feel better. He loves his brothers and MC so much that he gives up everything for them. Idk the lyrics “I shine only with the light you gave me” feels very Mammon-coded. 

Leviathan: 

How to Save a Life – The Fray  The Other Side of Paradise – Glass Animals  Heat Waves – Glass Animals 

Satan: 

Cosmic Love – Florence and the Machine Arsonist’s Lullabye – Hozier  Almost (Sweet Music) – Hozier I head cannon that he often feels like a replica/attempt of a replica of Lilith until MC gets there and he just suffers with feeling second best.  Better Man – 5 Seconds of Summer He tries to be a better person for MC especially (and for cats). 

Asmodeus: 

Someone to Stay – Vancouver Sleep Clinic Sort of goes hand in hand with the next one, but I think being the Avatar of Lust causes a lot of issues for him in that he is only seen as someone to sleep with and nothing more and I head cannon that he craves more than that. (Honestly, you can see multiple instances where it’s clear he does)  Someone to You – Banners  S&M – Rihanna  I can just see him loving Rihanna. Breakin’ Dishes – Rihanna 

Beelzebub: 

Alice – Peggy  The View Between Villages – Noah Kahan I think he finds it difficult and upsetting in seeing the differences between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. I think it hurts him in a way to think about life before the fall and doesn’t feel worthy of his previous home.  Try – P!nk  Viva La Vida – Coldplay 

Belphegor: 

Northern Attitude – Noah Kahan Except his “northern attitude” is just murder… and he tries to do so multiple times.  Fight or Flight – Conan Gray I think he would rather die than to cry in front of people. He seems emotionally constipated (and makes it other people’s problems).   

Diavolo:  

S.O.S – Jonas Brothers  The One That Got Away – Katy Perry  City is Ours – Big Time Rush I mean he is the ruler of the Devildom. 

Barbatos: 

No body, no crime – Taylor Swift Ft. HAIM If you called him for help he’d have one question… why didn’t you ask him sooner?  Jackie and Wilson – Hozier  House of the Rising Sun – The Animals He just gives old New Orleans vibes… I can’t explain it. He also just gives the vibe of this song, maybe not the lyrics (depending on your head cannons), but definitely the instrumental part.

Simeon: 

Ophelia – The Lumineers  Breakeven – The Script After the war and all, I think he really wished that life would go back to normal, but it didn’t. I think he struggles with a sort of guilt from being on a side away from those he considers brothers, no matter what the war was about. I think he wants his family back and he doesn’t know how to and he feels overwhelmed and like he is drowning in guilt.  Waiting for Superman – Daughtry  Mind over Matter – Young the Giant 

Solomon: 

Bad Omens – 5 Seconds of Summer He stays and helps MC through it all, despite there being times, something he even admits to, of MC leaving him. MC could choose him sometimes, but Solomon would choose them every single time. Unknown/Nth – Hozier Solomon is pretty much a lonely sorcerer and the only one fighting for the human realm a majority of the time. When MC comes along and (depending on y’alls choices) hint at being willing to help protect the realm, he probably feels a weight lift off his shoulders, while another one is placed on his shoulders.  Black and White – Niall Horan  Work Song – Hozier I don’t think anything could stop him from being there for MC. I mean, a timeline sure as hell didn’t. 

[creative-creatures]

"Once Upon A Time...

Where summer seemed to never end and raindrops kissed the sky. Twenty two teens lived a dangerous life where many were left behind. Many a story were shown for their truth no matter how hard they tried. Oh sweet young children they were who just couldn't hide. Since one by one a story was spun and the teenagers lost their lives.``

-The Narrators

YO! New AU! well not really. I decided to redo The Acharya Curse and ended up changing the entire story... haha? anyway! I present to you something I will be working on while I work on the Circus AU!

Total Drama: Ever After!

What you need to know/Warnings:

 Everyone from the Total Drama OG cast will be in this AU (other seasons might be added later).

They aren't contestants in this, instead they are labeled Travelers or Story Folk.

Total Drama as a whole never happened in this AU as well. 

Chris Mclean, Chef Hatchet and Blaineley are all evil in this AU.

All fairytales followed will be off of their original written versions or the Brothers Grimm versions (Which for most cases are the original).

Only a select few will be simular to the more modern tellings.

There will be death, gore, and loss in this AU.

There will be ships.

Basic premise: 

8 of the 24 original contestants find themselves transported to a fairytale world where they are tasked to find a way back home or risk getting stuck. 

Not knowing why or how they got transported the 8 travelers set upon their mission. Thankfully, the only thing that changed about the travelers themselves in their teleportation was their clothing to better fit the fairytale vibe. 

The 8 travelers will run into multiple fairytales being played out by those they meet along the way. Sometimes the stories don't go as originally written, and sometimes they go brutally familiar to the original text. Due to this the travelers find themselves forced to witness the stories play out. They soon learn they can change the classic stories.

This story will continue and play out in future posts! 

some interesting facts for the Travelers:

They can follow fairytales depending on who and when they interact with different Story Folk… though unlike the Story Folk they aren't forced to follow the stories unless cursed.

A Traveler can be cursed to follow a fairytale by a Story Folk. When a Story folk does this they will switch places with the Traveler. Often it is done so they can free themselves from their designed fate.

To curse a traveler the Story Folk has to find the Fables Storybook and write the travelers name into their selected story.

Once a Traveler is turned they can get themselves turned back if they stab the Story folk who cursed them with a Devils Shard.

Travelers can only follow fairytales of where their chosen character is a human. (EX Cody becomes Jack from Jack and the Giant peach or something)

Travelers: 

Cody 

Sierra

Katie & Sadie

Geoff 

Trent 

Alejandro 

Lashawna 

Tyler 

Story Folk:

Owen ( Mad Hatter )

Courtney (Cinderella) 

Heather (The Snow Queen) 

Izzy (Cheshire Cat) 

Eva (Queen of Hearts) 

Noah (Sleeping Beauty with small mix of Kaj) 

DJ (Winnie the Pooh)

Lindsey (Rapunzel) 

Duncan (Aladdin) 

Beth (Thumbelina) 

Justin (Prince Charming) 

Harold (Pinocchio) 

Bridgette (Ariel) 

Ezekiel (Rumpelstiltskin) 

Gwen (one of the twelve dancing princesses) 

Blaineley (Maleficent/Evil Queen)

Chris + Chef (Narrators)

I dont own the images in this post... they are stock images I found that I just personally liked... also the chosen fairytales may change! Nothing is set 100% in stone yet.

[twinkleallnight]

Isle of Misfits

Chapter 10: Dealing with the Paparazzi.

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA x ?

Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 24, hosted by @choicesprompts

Characters:

TRR – Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine Amaranth

RoE – Katie Rys

TNA – Sam Dalton

Word count: 1240

The phone pinged.

‘1 new message’

Leo sighed and picked up to read. He was tired of explaining himself to Katie. The world never understood him or his desire to live a care free life. The paparazzi won’t let him breathe. But he thought Katie would understand. She would always know. He had tried to be honest with her, always.

He was struggling to stay abreast sailing through the rough waters when his brother decided to take the corrective action for Leo’s deeds . He was forced into this PR stunt of a circus with his childhood friend, Bertrand, playing the ring master. And as if Gods had not had enough of entertainment, he was paired with his ex, Madeleine! Just perfect!

Coming out of his reverie, he tapped his fingers on the home screen to check the new message .

‘Meet me at the beach restaurant in 10minutes to collect your dossier .

Countess Madeleine .’

“Better than having Sam Dalton as a mentor” he consoled himself. “His brains function through that Rocket in his pocket. At least Madeleine has her head over her shoulders.��

He dragged himself out of his bed. Sharp after 10 minutes he presented himself in front of the Countess.

“What do you plan to do with this?” He lifted the heavy bundle of papers filed into a folder neatly. ‘Prim and proper. So much like Madeleine.’

But Madeleine’s reply was totally off beat. “why you have not shaved?”

Leo shook his head as if trying to decipher. “What?” He moved his fingers through the over grown messy beard.

Madeleine scoffed, “ Let me make it clear Leo. You are constantly under lens.”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want.” He cut her off.

“You were the crown prince.”

“And I abdicated.” He tried to prove his point.

“Doesn’t matter. You can’t change who you are born as.”

“Why?” He pulls his fingers through his sandy blonde hair In frustration.

“Prince Harry abdicated too. But he is always in news.”

Leo scowled, “For heavens sake! Can’t they let me live in peace?”

“Only if you don’t give them chance to rip through your peaceful personal life.” She air quoted.

He nods in agreement. “And I can see, you are here to tell me, how.”

“Now you are talking business.” Madeleine smiled.

Leo closed his eyes for a moment. He had to do this for Katie, for his children. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Tell me what am I supposed to do?”

“You need to look perfect when you walk in public. It shows that you are leading a perfect and happy life.”

Leo smirked, “Yes it’s a very happy life.”

“Make it look like one and I can tell you, they will stop chasing you.”

“Fine! What next?”

“I have appointed a valet for you. He will help with your attire, hair and your over all appearance. You will not leave your room before he checks you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. He had no other option but to accept what was thrown at him.

For the next hour he went back and forth over the plans Madeleine had laid out for him.

******************************************

Bertrand’s office next day

Olivia was seated across Bertrand, discussing their next modus operandi. Olivia had successfully completed her task with Raleigh Carrera and was now assigned to the case of the exiled crown prince, Trystan Thorne, of Drakovia.

An urgent knock on the door brought them to a halt. They both looked at each other. Bertrand voiced, “Come in” , wondering who was their uninvited guest for the meeting .

Leo stormed in and slammed a tabloid onto the desk in front of Bertrand. Olivia stared back at Leo’s fuming face while Bertrand looked in confusion, “ What does this mean?”

“Open and see for yourself.” Leo pointed out his finger.

As soon as Bertrand picked the newspaper and unfolded it, his eyes went wide with shock. Olivia leaned towards him to peer into the news.

The newspaper had images of Leo and Madeleine sitting in a cafe. The first one had Madeleine gleaming at Leo and the second one showed them shaking hands near the exit. The tag line read ‘Former crown prince Leo Rhys, spotted with his ex, Countess Madeleine, at leisure on a private island. Do we smell something burning in Katie Rhys’ sweet home?”

A smile played on Olivia’s lips.

“Seriously?” Leo asked looking at Olivia’s reaction.

“It’s not about you.” She fanned away with her hand.

“From what I can see, it’s definitely about me.” He turned to Bertrand angrily, “This is how you were going to help me save my image and my marriage?”

Olivia spoke instead, “Its not his fault. Madeleine should have been more discreet while planning her meetings.”

Just as on clue, Madeleine stepped inside the office. “Speak for yourself. I know my job well.” She snatched the tabloid from Bertrand’s hand and glanced at the pics, dismissing it in an instant.

She focused on Leo, “ This is the reason I insisted you need to dress up properly. Had you been in a formal attire, this would have been ignored by the media as just another business meeting.”

“Great ! So now it’s all my mistake? You know what my mistake is? Trusting you guys with my future.”

Bertrand replied in a calm note, “I think you are over reacting. It’s just two pics, we can change the flow of events. My PR company can assure you, we are good at turning the waves in your favour.”

Before he completed his sentence, the doors to his office opened with a bang. Drake barged in raging in anger. “The hell you turn things only in your favour. You Beaumonts are the most mean and selfish men walking on this damn planet.” His voice echoed across the halls outside the office.

Bertrand’s eyes roamed behind Drake to check if there were any audience at his doors. He settled his gaze back on Drake. “May I know the reason for this intrusion?”

Drake sneered, “You call yourself CEO of a PR firm yet you don’t have updates of the newsflash on TV channels across Cordonia?”

Bertrand gave Drake an irritated glare and picked up the remote to switch on the flat screen hanging on the wall across his table. The screen brightened up with flashes of red haired lady bouncing on a dance floor. All of them in the room knew that was Olivia but the next few moments left everyone’s mouth hanging open.

Bertrand came into the frame trying to dance. He made some lewd gestures and then grabbed Olivia into a smooch.

Leo and Madeleine jolted back at Bertrand. Even Olivia had shock written all over her face. Definitely she was drunk that she didn’t remember this incident.

Bertrand gulped and fumbled with the remote to switch off the TV. He didn’t want to listen or let others in the room listen to the reporter’s remarks.

“I... I ... I can explain”, he said nervously.

Drake sprinted to him in two steps and held him by collar. “How many times are you going to explain? First my sister, then your back stabbing brother took Riley and now you target my girl friend?”

“Riley is with Max?” The baritone voice from the entrance of the office brought everything to standstill. They all turned to see Liam standing in a thunderstuck state.

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[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Philip | Lean On Me | Romantic

Struck by faintness and anxiety, you find comfort with the man you’re secretly sweet on.

Requested by Katie & Nina (merged similar)

The starry sky above is visible through the roof and it casts a gentle ambiance over the dinner table. It is clear that Nathanael has put a lot of love and effort into designing this year’s hut for Sukkot and you observe it with awe as you take slow sips of wine, enjoying the food and atmosphere. Diagonally across from you sits Philip, causing you to be very much aware of your own movements. What has caused this sentiment of bashfulness around the man in question lately has been a mystery as of now.

“We are so lucky to have an architect in our midst.” Mary of Magdala muses next to you, a soft smile over her lips as she takes a few grapes to eat. “I’ve never sat in such an elaborate sukkah.” 

“Me, neither.” you agree with her. “Our father used to build them in our backyard, but it was nothing like this.” 

Across the table, your brother Andrew snorts a laugh at the mention of abba’s tents during the Feast of Tabernacles. Your eyes glitter with amused nostalgia as you look at him. 

“That was something else.” Andrew breathes, smirking behind his cup of wine. “Remember that one time that it collapsed on us in the middle of the night? Simon had the biggest bump on his forehead the day after.” 

You huff a laugh at the memory, Mary smiling at the idea. 

“I have rarely seen abba so guilty before. Or after, for that matter.” you remark.

“What is that about me?” Simon quips, trying to join the conversation halfway through as he swallows a piece of bread. “I heard my name.” 

For a second, you and Andrew look at one another before bursting out into laughter.

“Nothing— Nothing, just that one year during the Feast of Tabernacles, that we were all sleeping in our hut, when one of the posts suddenly gave way and caused that awful—” You point at your forehead as Simon cuts you off.

“—I thought we agreed to not mention that anymore, (Y/n).” he hisses, directing an annoyed frown your way, “Especially not while in company.” 

You show your palms in defence, Andrew snickering at the scene. Simon glares at him before turning back to his previous conversation with Thomas, clearly not in the mood to talk to his younger siblings anymore about the embarrassing moment in question. 

Mary smiles. “That sounds like quite the experience. My mother tried her best in making our Sukkot feasts good memories, but every time we had a celebration, I just realised how much I missed my abba.” You put a hand on her shoulder and softly squeeze. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” 

She shrugs and gives a soft hum. “I’m feeling better about it, now. Grief eases overtime, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, “But it never fully goes away.” 

For a moment, the part of the table you’re sitting at it silent. You are the first to break said quietness by clearing your throat. “I’m going to get some water. Does anyone want some?” 

“Me, please.” Philip raises his hand. He hadn’t been part of the conversation, but now you are forced to face him head-on. Trying to keep down your shyness, you give him a gentle nod. 

“Anyone else?” you ask with a voice pitched higher than usual, causing you to once again clear your throat. 

The others shake their heads and you wiggle back on the bench to get up.

The moment you arise however, everything tilts on its axis for just a second. Your head suddenly spins as you close your eyes, irritation furrowing your brow together at how you could have forgotten that you shouldn’t stand too quickly—

“—(Y/n), is everything alright?” Mary asks worriedly, looking up at you. You hold up a hand for her to remain seated before using it to balance yourself a little. 

“I’m— I’m fine. I… I’ll be fine.” 

Andrew gives you a concerned one-over. “You look shaky. I— I thought it was under control somehow. How often has this been happening again lately? The dizzy spells? The heart palpitations?” 

“I said I’ll be fine.” you reassure them, “I’ll be right back.” You step over the bench to head outside, walking towards the table where Thaddeus and Little James had displayed all the beverages quite nicely, and grab the jug of fresh water as well as two cups to pour it into. The first cup is filled up easily, but halfway through the second one, you feel your vision suddenly blur a bit, a faint feeling coming over you. 

It causes the cup to spill over, but when you don’t respond to the water pouring all over your hand, you hear Andrew concernedly call out for you somewhere behind you. “(Y/n)!” 

You don’t even hear his footsteps approach you as your blood rushes inside your ears, your heart starting to pump painfully inside your chest. You drop the cup and step away from the table, only barely caught by your brother. “Oh— Easy— Take it slow— Don’t panic— Get—Get Jesus— Get Jesus!” 

Andrew’s panic only fuels your own as you sit in the grass, disoriented with a spinning head. Short of breath, you gently push him away. 

“Andrew, just— Don’t hold on so tight—” 

“Here, let me.” Simon urges, crouching down in front of you in order to get you to look up at him. “Can you hear me, (Y/n)? Hello? Can you stand up? Answer me.” He waves in front of your face and you slap away his hand, trying to focus on your breathing for your breast aches the quicker your heart beats. “Can you try to stand up? See if your legs work?” 

“—Guys.” A voice way calmer suddenly sounds, although it does not belong to Jesus. “Give the poor woman some space, will you?” Philip steps into your peripheral view as you look up, your head spinning so badly that you’re seeing double. A few gasps are heard from the tent and you realise that you’ve likely got an audience. “Don’t gawk,” Philip tells them, “Just stay inside and we will be back whenever she feels better.”

He silently sits down in front of you, not touching, just kindly keeping an eye on you.

“(Y/n), it’s Philip. Try to calm your breathing, alright? In through the nose, out through the mouth. You’re having a dizzy spell again. Don’t say anything, don’t stand up. Just sit here for a while. I’ll continue to speak to you. Try to focus on my voice, okay? Andrew is fetching Jesus for you. I believe He is currently on a walk with His mother.” Philip gives your brother a look, who gets the hint and rushes off, Simon in tow. “He will be here shortly. In the meantime, focus on your breathing. In… Out… In… Out…” 

You can hear him standing up, seeing his feet walk past you as he reaches the table behind you. You move to turn around and face him, but Philip already speaks up. “I’m here, don’t look at me, just keep looking down. I am getting you some water.” He grabs the cup you had originally filled for him and sits down on the ground again, gently bringing it into your hands, making sure to wrap your fingers around it so it sits snugly inside your palms. You try to take steady breaths, slowly sipping from the clay cup. The water is cool and eases your nerves somewhat.

“There you go. Nice and slow.” 

The timbre of his voice is pleasant as you smile gratefully, daring to let your eyes flicker up to meet him sitting in front of you. He gently smiles, patiently waiting for you to gather yourself, not rushing you in the slightest. Your breathing calms slowly but surely as you watch him. He mirrors a breathing pattern that works for you, making it easier for you to follow. In through the nose, out through the mouth. A blush spreads over your face at how kindly he’s looking after you without anyone asking him to.

“How are you feeling?” 

“A little better.” you say, still slightly out of breath. “My heart is still beating very fast.” 

Philip hums. “Just stay down for a while longer, then. Give yourself time to recover. Do you have any idea what caused your sudden spell of dizziness and panic?” 

You give a small shake of your head. “No. I was just having a good time at the feast, getting some water, and… It suddenly happened without warning. Perhaps I stood up too quickly back at the table, that sometimes causes these sudden attacks of faintness and heart palpitations. It’s not the first time, as you know.” 

A brief silence as Philip registers your words and thinks about what to say next. 

“I know you take good care of yourself, (Y/n). Out of your siblings, you’re the most reasonable and responsible.” You chuckle at his lighthearted comment. The knot of panic in your gut is starting to loosen up, disappearing slowly but surely as you speak to Philip. “Would you be comfortable with it if I checked up on you more often, to make sure you don’t put a strain on yourself?” 

Smiling softly, you nod at him. “Please. I’d… I’d really appreciate that, honestly.” 

Philip gives you a curt nod. “Of course. Your wellbeing is important to me.” You feel a sense of peace at the notion of him caring about you. 

The longer you sit with him, the more you calm down, feeling your panic melt away as time goes by. Your heart slows back down into its usual rhythm. When Andrew and Simon run back with Jesus right behind them, you already feel way more at ease. Philip stands without saying a word, giving the Messiah some space to tend to you. 

The two of you meaningfully look at one another for a brief moment, your heart pleasantly swelling at his smile, until the sight of Jesus’ soft eyes meets you instead. He hums knowingly, cradling your face in His hand as His other comes to rest on your shoulder. “Are you feeling better, My child? Your brothers came to me in quite a panicked state.” 

“I think they’ve got it worse than I do.” you admit in spite of your earlier anxiety. 

“You had someone looking after you very kindly.” He says, his grin growing a bit. “So, how are you doing now?” 

“I’m doing fine, Teacher. Thank You for coming to check up on me.” 

Part of you wants to ask — to request Him to heal you — but part of you is hesitant about it. It’s not that you’re afraid that He would deny you, but you still feel like a burden doing it. You have the privilege of travelling beside the Messiah and have spoken to Little James about the topic of chronic illness quite a lot, and part of you had already made peace with it to begin with. 

“I understand,” Jesus tells you as if He can read your mind; you are convinced that He actually can, since He is the Messiah and all. “I know your thoughts and feelings, (Y/n).” 

“It’s alright,” you whisper, “I’ll be fine regardless of it. What You said to Little James actually helped me, too. Even if not in this life, this is just a speck, right? And in spite of this, I will follow You.” 

Jesus hums, a thoughtful look shining in His dark irises. “I know it isn’t easy for you regardless.” He tells you. 

“I have a good friend to look after me.” you muse. Jesus smiles gently. 

“Just a good friend, huh?” He says. Of course He knows your heart and Philip’s just as much. “It is good to see the two of you be friendly with one another. Keep each other close and let the Father do the rest.” 

Your heart rears inside your chest. 

“Now, take it easy.” Jesus tells you before standing again. Instead of reaching out for you to help you stand, He steps aside to look at Philip. The man in question takes a moment to piece together what the Messiah’s intention is, until Jesus nods towards your still-seated form. Philip takes a deep breath and approaches, holding out a hand in your direction. With clammy palms, you take it, allowing him to help you up. As he hoists you to your feet, you nearly lose your balance again, causing him to gently grab your elbows to steady you. 

“Oh!” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m way better. Thank you.” 

Philip clears his throat. “Would you… Um… Would you like to take a walk? Maybe some fresh air, away from the crowd, will do you some good.” You breathlessly blush, look at your brothers, at Jesus, back at Philip as they all await your answer. 

“I’d really like that, actually.” Philip lets out a sigh of relief as you accept his offer.

Jesus smiles as He watches the two of you walk off. Simon leans towards Andrew, his voice reduced to a whisper as their eyes focus on you and Philip head to the outskirts of camp to enjoy a nightly stroll. “Do you think we should prepare for… You know?” 

Andrew hums. “Honestly, I think Philip is doing a better job than we are in supporting our sister. I think we would be quite lucky to have him as our brother-in-law, to be honest.” 

Simon can’t argue with that, crossing his arms as him and Andrew observe the two shadows strolling past the horizon, feeling a sense of peace come over him at the sight. 

[dim-paper-lanterns]

on annabeth and rachel in pjo

maybe it's the aromantic in me, but I never realized that annabeth's and rachel's whole feud was over percy. to me, I always figured it was centered around annabeth's own isolation away from the mortal world.

ok, here me out. i always read annabeth's and rachel's relationship as annabeth's jealousy not over percy, but rather her demigod world. i mean, she was practically born knowing of the gods, and even if she didn't, we know that from a very young age (earlier than 7), she was introduced to the worst aspects of it. (I don't remember if she knew that athena was her mother pre-camp, but it doesn't really matter) so here you have this child, and she's scared and angry and no one in the mortal world believes her when she talks about spiders and dreams. its not hard to imagine that she would form some sort of bitterness towards the mortal world, especially since she left it (became a year-round camper w no contact w the mortal/outside world) at a very young and impressionable age.

"My dad’s resented me from the day I was born, Percy. He never wanted a baby. When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was too busy with his work."

and then she meets luke and thalia. for the first time in her life, she's respected, and protected and loved. and they believe her, about everything. they are older than her but they take her seriously and they promise her family. they left their mortal 'families' as well, they know exactly the terrors she has been facing. they are the exact kind of different she is, the same kind her father sighs at and her step-mother scoffs at. so now we have annabeth, and she is young and impressionable and the line between the demigod world and the mortal world has become firmly drawn.

camp half blood comes like a savior land. safety, respect, understanding, friendship. thalia's gone, annabeth becomes a year-rounder, she is surrounded by magic and powers and monsters. but this is her world, this is her camp, this is her domain. she tries, she really does try to reconnect with her mortal family by it doesn't work out and she is sent right back to camp. that's fine, all she needs is camp. she's going to make something of herself, she's going to become counselor, she's going to win every capture-the-flag, she's going to be chiron's best student, she's going to get a quest. she is going to be great.

“I tried to go home for that school year, but my stepmom was the same as ever. She didn’t want her kids put in danger by living with a freak. Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued. I didn’t even make it through winter break. I called Chiron and came right back to Camp Half-Blood.”

annabeth is 12 and full of fragile pride. percy enters camp and annabeth gets a friend, a chance and a crush all in one. everything is working out, but tensions are rising between the gods and tensions are rising in camp- its fine. annabeth is going to be great.

things are not going great. luke has betrayed them, has betrayed her. she seems to be in constant danger, by monsters and gods alike- even her summers are now filled with dangerous quests and battles. they go through the sea of monsters, they bear the titans curse. clarisse has her battle will, percy has his sea powers, grover has his saytr magic. drew has charmspeak, beckendorf has a dragon, nico is the son of the death god. thalia is back with her storm powers, lee has his magic, katie has hers, and annabeth is a strategist. but it's fine. she is not going to feel inferior, or weak, or lesser than. this has been her world since birth, this belongs to her. she doesn't need any mortal in it. not her father, not her step-mother, not her step-brothers, not her school 'friends'.

and then rachel arrives. she's pretty, she's sharp, she's funny. she's quick on her feet and she can see through the mist.

she is mortal.

and she keeps reappearing. she becomes friends with percy, which, hello? that's annabeth's partner. she goes with them into the labyrinth, annabeth's quest. she is a mortal.

this is what i made out of annabeth's feud with rachel. it wasn't jealously over a boy, it was because this mortal could come into annabeth's world, and take over everything annabeth has ever known. she cut herself off from the mortal world when she was 7, and here comes this mortal girl constantly tagging along with them, messing up her plans, taking over her missions.

annabeth is prideful. she is proud of her life, of everything she has created, free of mortals.

kronos's army arrives in new york. annabeth's friends are either dead, on luke's side, or fighting a losing battle protecting camp. they go on more and more missions, the gods aren't being helpful. its a hit or miss on if the new demigods can even make it past thalia's tree due to all the new monsters attacking them- annabeth buries children.

and throughout all of this, percy is off with some mortal?

the battle of manhattan arrives and call annabeth selfish or apathetic, but she revels in it. all of her efforts, her skill and strategy and struggle has been made worth it. she leads her campers into battle with victory in her eyes.

and then the mortal comes crashing out of the sky in a helicopter.

annabeth saves her, of course. but now she's got a mortal involved in what is quickly turning out to be a bloodbath, and rachel is talking on about paintings while annabeth's siblings die outside. its easy to hate her when she is constantly in annabeth's way.

LOL ANYWAYS

all this to say was that i misread annabeth's whole grudge against rachel so badly whoops. love her though

[mk-writes-stuff]

OC Interaction Tag

Rules: describe an OC of yours, then describe how that OC would interact with the OCs of the people who tagged you

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling for the tags!

Kaylin’s OC: Maddie is an 11-year-old girl who is quiet, curious, and a bit of a risk-taker. She's generally well-liked but isn't sure why people like her. She fidgets and squirms and likes to remain active, especially with her hands. She's a STEM kid through and through, loving each letter in the acronym. Maddie takes things apart, such as pens, to see how they work and eventually joins her school's robotics club. She believes in direct fairness - will match your tone with her - and gets a little upset if she is misunderstood, which is often, since she thinks she's straightforward. Her honesty leads to her being nosy, as she believes everyone should be open. Maddie is an animal shapeshifter, and enjoys the physical sensation of morphing as well as pushing her limits a little too much. She's a gamer who prefers consuls with buttons and enjoys old sci-fi shows and modern cartoons. Despite not quite understanding emotions, she does try to be there for the people she cares about, and usually tries to defuse a serious situation with a little joke.

Katie’s OC: Astra DuClaire is a 25 year old witch. She was too poor to get a proper education, so she snuck into lecture halls and bribed her way into labs to learn her trade, eventually taking on the specialty of runic mechanics. After learning all she could, she slapped some steel baba yaga legs on a vardo wagon and began her business as a traveling mage in the sketchy land of her birth. As a person, the first thing one would notice about Astra is her arrogance. She's prideful to a fault when it comes to her magic, though this is mostly a front to cover up some deep insecurities regarding her lackluster education. She loves helping people, is hungry to learn new things, and has a deep, angry sense of social justice. She believes all people have inalienable dignity. In her dialog, she's coarse and has a raunchy saying for every occasion. It doesn't matter that she's five nothing, her argumentative streak stretches into next week and she will be a bitch about it. But as angry as she can be, she has just as big a capacity for wonder and love. Her hobbies include tinkering, embroidery, and pirating music.

My OC: Stellaris is a disliked nobleman, the younger brother of Sixth Station head Cassiopeia. He’s a scrawny-looking blond man with big purple eyes who wears shabby nobleman’s clothing and has a permanently flat affect. Stellaris is autistic, which makes him unpopular among nobles due to his complete inability to understand social cues and perform social niceties such as eating food he dislikes because it was offered to him. He has a kind heart but struggles to express it and communicate well to others. His special interest is history and he loves telling others about it and asking them about anything they know about it, but he doesn’t mind taking turns talking about interests if people are willing to take their turn listening to his. He is extremely blunt and honest at all times, even when it might come across as rude, although he frequently doubts or disparages himself because of how people have treated him.

How Stellaris and Maddie would interact: I think they’d get along very well! Stellaris wouldn’t understand Maddie’s interests, but he’d be happy to listen to her talk about her interests and tell her what he knows about Seven Stations technology, which I think she’d really enjoy. He’d definitely want to tell her about his interests and would be delighted to know that she’s from what he considers historical times and would probably ask her a bunch of questions. I think their communication styles are really compatible, he wouldn’t mind her being a bit nosy and trying to be straightforward. She might end up mimicking his tone and accidentally talking way louder than she should out of a misinterpretation that he was yelling at her (he tends to talk a bit too loud), but I think they’d get along despite this.

How Stellaris and Astra would interact: Honestly, I think she’d scare him at first. Astra has a very forceful personality that I think he’d find intimidating. I feel like Astra would initially find him a bit weird but would quickly figure out that there’s a lot more to him than his “strange” mannerisms and take a liking to him. I think if he ever talked about how the other nobles treat him, she’d get really angry on his behalf and he’d take a whining to that real fast. He’d start off just doing what she told him to because he’s a bit afraid of her, but I think he’d start chatting with her after she realized she wouldn’t hurt him. After that, I think they’d talk a lot about their interests, and he’d interrogate her about her life too, because her life reminds him a lot about history. He might accidentally pry a bit far and get her to bristle by asking about something she’s sensitive about, but he’d apologize profusely enough that I think she’d be willing to let it go.

I love this game! I hope y’all like the interactions, lmk what you think of them :)

@elsie-writes @rkmoon @televisionjester y’all want to play?

[newtonsheffield]

POOR ANTIHONY HE WAS SO NERVOUS, im dying to see kate in the same position later!! can we please see him stablish and more confident when time pass meeting with them for a lunch again?? poppy became friend with him??? and when neddy arrives???

I think Kate’s Poppy likes Anthony pretty much straight away and so does Mary. He can see that yeah, Anthony might have terrible taste in tea but he’s a good guy who is clearly very besotted with his granddaughter.

Poppy sits with Kate the next day, his granddaughter tucked against his chest just like when she’d been a tiny girl and she’d grinned at him and he would have given her anything she asked for, anything. He even went to that awful concert with her and Edwina who didn’t want Mary to take them because people around them would stare at Mary Sharma at a boyband concert. He’d still give her anything she wanted.

“What did you think of Anthony?”

He had watched the poor man all night, sweating in his suit, trying desperately to get them all to like him and it had seemed odd, because the one thing that really mattered had been so obvious. Anthony loved his granddaughter, and she loved him. “I think you’re in love with him.”

Kate stilled for a moment, her chin still resting on his shoulder, and her voice was soft, “Yeah, I’m in love with him and I just… he’s sweet, even if he’s a little bit silly and his car is embarrassing and he wears stupid moccasins. I just… want you to like him.”

“Your papa would have loved him.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, “Do you think?!”

“The man knows how to knit and I get the impression he’d lay down in a puddle so your shoes wouldn’t get wet. Of course he would have. He seems like a nice man though, I look forward to getting to know him better.”

Kate smiled, a tiny little smile, “We haven’t been together that long but I… I kind of feel like this is it for me. He loves me just…for being me and I don’t know, he’s very supportive he’s a great guy and I just… I love him. Disgruntled penguin look and all.”

His own heart fluttered in his chest at the look on her face, the yearning there and there was nothing else to say. “I like him then. Terrible taste in tea though.”

Kate groaned, “He didn’t tell me he was going to do that! I would have stopped him.”

There’s nothing to be done when Anthony nervously invites them in through the front door of his house, putting his hand out to shake.

“Mr Sharma, great to see you again, sir,”

He sighed, “You can call me Nalan, or Poppy, whichever you prefer. Now, let’s talk about the cricket, please. Katie told you you might have an in with some Ashes tickets.”

“I- I do!” Anthony said relieved, “I have some but my brother can’t go. Do you- do you want to come with me?!”

“I would love that, Anthony.”

And two years later he walked into a hospital room and his heart stops. His granddaughter is in the bed with her husband tucked up beside her and a beautiful little baby boy cradled between them.

“Give that boy to his Poppy, Anthony.”

[suchathrilltobeagirl]

“Good Tuesday morning Ms Katie!”

I so love hearing from you and love you letting me ramble and babble as we “old gals can”. I don’t know it that is just a God given gift to help us not forget too much and become so “repetitive”. My greatest love 1st of all is “my walk with my Lord God!”. That is, in my heart and soul, the most important relationship there is. Next is my God blessed given family and my God blessed given best and close friends. Those we have to develop always to keep. From seeking God’s heart to embracing the closest friendships. On my own, I am weak and stubble, that is where all of the above becomes so cherished and needed. God is always there but some times others choose to get closer and some choose to fade away. Today as I was studying and reading King David’s Psalm 51 I couldn’t help be believe that he wrote that with me in mind, although I know that he wrote that after Nathan approached him about his relationship and sin with Bathsheba. But I do believe that my God had me in mind nonetheless as if broke David’s heart to pen it. It just so speaks to me, especially from verse5 as I was conceived by my mother and father out of wedlock and later given up to adoption. God’s hand at work and I so understand “being adopted” not only by my adoptive parents, they became my real parents, but also “adopted by God”, my real Abba Father with Jesus being my Big Brother and Lord and being sealed in God Holy Spirit. And my womanhood is also a God-blessed gift to my heart and soul. It does not matter what man sees; it only matters what God sees in our hearts and souls. Oh, forgive me Katie, I’m rambling and babbling here as always! Heather Caroling H.

Please don't apologise, Heather. I think people like us can create problems for God-fearing men and women. God is love, and His love is unconditional. Although it is not a licence to sin, anyone placing their trust in His son, Jesus, genuinely confessing their sins can and will receive His forgiveness. The Apostle Paul wrote:

"For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. [Romans 8 vv38-39 NKJV]

There are those who would (and do!) point fingers at people like you and I, calling us names and accusing us of all kinds of things. But even there, Jesus has a word for them!

He was addressing a crowd that brought a woman caught in adultery before him. The religious leaders were asking Jesus whether she should be stoned according to the law of Moses. Jesus responded:

“Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” [John 8 v7 NKJV]

If God hates anything, He hates hypocrisy!

[bookns]

Imagine Travis Stoll, pulling out the note that Annabeth had written in Tartarus, exclaiming to everybody at camp that they’re alive, and they’re together. And they’re in Tartarus.

Imagine, Clarisse, who had just got her college admission letter, realizing that no matter what they will never be done. No matter who they are, the fact that they have got godly blood will stick with them their entire life

Imagine Grover, Percy’s best friend since childhood, and the one person that Annabeth had gone through everything with realizing that they’re gone. He has felt that emptiness, that pain that is there in the empathy link, and realizing they’re gone. He can’t feel them personally anymore. He only feels emptiness, despair, depression. He only feels what’s left of his best friend. Percy was never the same after Tartarus, and neither is Grover. 

Imagine Katie, someone who has learned to resent camp because it took away her friend (Silena) and all of a sudden she hears that Annabeth, somebody who she grew up with, and somebody who used to take care of her, is going through the deepest part of hell. Imagine her breaking down in the Demeter cabin, sobbing and grasping for air because ‘why’. ‘What is the point of living if this is what we have to live with? Why is she having to go through all of this again?Why does she keep losing people.’ 

Imagine Connor Stoll, who hears that his first kiss (Annabeth) and childhood friend is still fighting for her life every single day.

Imagine Chiron, who saw these kids grow up and fight in not one but two wars and has to see them suffer again and again. Imagine Chiron seeing Percy and Annabeth plagued by nightmares.

Imagine Will Solace, somebody who has been such a happy kid depressed, not knowing whether or not they’re gonna live again or if he could save them.

Imagine Tyson, who was so happy his brother was alive, and that his brother remembered him, “what do you mean he’s gone.” “ what do you mean he’s away.” “ he was supposed to be with me. He was supposed to go home. We were supposed to go watch the ducks and play in the water.” Imagine but of the most happiest and joyful characters, breaking down and protesting the fact that why are they still in place of despair. Imagine him feeling hopeless. Imagine him trying to help the others at camp, but realizing he can’t.

Imagine Thalia someone who just got her little brother back, but now realizes that her little sister is gone through a place of actual hell. Just imagine what emotions she has going through in that moment. The entire basis of Artemis’s hunt is girlhood or sisterhood. imagine Thalía, feeling helpless and hopeless, what do you mean her little sister is fighting for her life? What is she supposed to do. She was supposed to be happy. She sacrificed her entire life to make sure she’s happy.

Imagine Sally Jackson baking cookies for a son whom she believed would never come back.



[callmewrinkles3]

Blake and Charlie SFW Alphabet

Someone asked for this hundred years ago, so there u go, besties.

A is for Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For them it's all about being close. They're long distance for the first year of their relationship, so whenever they can be together they are. Apart from that they have bracelets that sync together when they're apart. They can push a button and it makes the others vibrate. That really helps on bad days.

B is for Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Blake's best friend is Dan. Also Em, but he tells Dan absolutely everything. He works for Dan and talks to him every day and any time Blake has a worry or concern Dan is the one who helps. Before Charlie met Em she didn't have a girlie best friend. She had lots of close friends, she was close with the girls at work. Her sisters-in-law, Daisy and Katie, are also good friends. Her little brother, Callum, would have been her best friend. Didn't matter how many years there were between them, they're besties.

C is for cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Charlie is super physically affectionate. She loves cuddling and holding people, she will wrap you in a cuddle to make you chill out and to express her love. Blake isn't huge into cuddles. It's fine, he likes them, but he really only likes it with Charlie. He has a habit of just arriving at her apartment when he can make it back to Perth, getting his travel clothes off, and curling up beside her in bed. It's one of his favorite things to do.

D is for Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

They moved in together after six weeks. Well, found a place after six weeks. They moved in together after about three weeks, the first week of January 2023 Blake just never left her apartment. They found a two-bed because Blake wanted to pay his part of the rent and Charlie wouldn't let him pay for her apartment, and they wanted a bedroom for Cal to stay in. They made it work so well so fast it's scary, but they love it. The cooking and cleaning it's depending if Blake is home or not. When he's around he takes over basically, saying Charlie's been keeping the place standing on her own. But they share tasks, it's not a big issue.

E is for Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Charlie would say it straight out that she's not in the relationship anymore. She's a psychologist, she wouldn't drag it out. It'd be an end and move on after she tried to save it. She'd have plenty of "we're in danger of splitting up" conversations. Blake would let things fizzle out. He'd be fine with it just petering out and not fully saying it was over till it was clearly done.

F is for Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Blake would have proposed to her after six months, except he wanted to do things right. Charlie's coworkers were side-eyeing how the relationship was going, her oldest brother Cameron wasn't a fan because of Blake's job and traveling. But they knew it was gonna happen. Blake waits until the first anniversary of the night they met to propose, and he does it outside the bar they met in.

Charlie was all in from day one. The only real fight they had was she was gonna quit her job to travel sooner, but Blake wanted her to think about it. It was a big decision, she worked with at-risk kids and had a group of teenagers that year. She wanted to see the year out with them but also wanted to travel and it was fucking hard. She called Blake her fiance before they were even engaged.

G is for Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

At work they have to be tough in some kind of way, so at home they’re the most gentle thing in the world. There’s a reason why Charlie calls Blake her marshmallow. They’re cuddly, loving and gentle and they just enjoy being home and with the people they love.

H is for Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Charlie loves hugs. She is too used to having her ridiculous brothers, her parents, and her nephews hugging her all the time so it’s normal. Blake is not the most cuddly person in the world, but Charlie holds him and he relaxes. The weight gets off his shoulders magically. Charlie just rests her head against his chest, Blake holds her tightly and the world feels a little less heavy and complicated.

I is for I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A month into their relationship? It was fast, but damn it felt good. Charlie was having a really bad day, a lot of ghosts coming back from the past to haunt her. Blake just hugged her, kissed her head, and said he loved her no matter what. It was easy, simple and it felt right. It was as easy for Charlie to say she loved him too.

J is for Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Charlie turns into some kind of a monster. She gets too possessive and then she is all over Blake. She just wants to show the whole world that he is her man. He doesn’t blame her, that's who she is and he loves her like crazy. He even loves that she gets possessive. It's a silly little reminder that Charlie loves him and sometimes he really needs that reminder. His arm around her waist while she's kissing his cheek and whispering all the dirty things she's gonna do to him?? He loves it. Blake is exactly the opposite. He gets quiet and starts overthinking, totally convinced one day Charlie is gonna find someone better. Blake doesn't want to make her feel like he's being needy when that's exactly how he feels. He doesn’t wanna get all clingy but he can’t help it and as soon as Charlie realizes she is all over him.

K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Its constant pecks on the cheeks, lips, and forehead. Charlie will lean her head up for Blake to kiss his forehead as he's been going somewhere, even if he goes to the kitchen and Charlie is in the bedroom. Charlie loves being able to peck his forehead and get out of bed. Half the time he'll pull her back in and it ends up in a makeout session or simply some extra cuddles. It's always those places or the neck, chest, hands, and tights for both of them.

L is for Little ones (How are they around children?)

Blake is not used to being around them. He likes kids, but it's only Isaac and Isabella until he meets Charlie and the football team of nephews and nieces she has. The second the kids meet Blake they are obsessed with him -like the rest of the world really- and they’re always fighting about who gets to sit with Uncle Blake apart from Aunt Charlie. When Lulu is born he’s the most hands-on uncle and godfather that ever existed. Uncle-niece time are a real thing for him and he never misses it. Changing diapers, feeding bottles, making sure she takes her naps, reading bedtime stories, you name it, he’s on for it. Charlie LOVES kids. She works with kids, so it's kind of logical, but she loves them for real. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for those little ones. She is the coolest aunt in the universe and she likes spending time with them, sometimes even more than spending it with adults. She is the one who taught Blake everything about changing babies and how to read them so he would be ready when Lulu was born. And Charlie really really really wants to have a bunch of kids, but just with Blake. He is the only one she would do it with. Not a football team, but a couple would be awesome.

M is for Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depends really. If it's race weekend and Charlie is around it's setting the alarm ten minutes earlier to be able to cuddle before getting up. If they’re in Perth and Charlie is working it's the same alarm ten minutes later, then Blake would do breakfast and drive her just to spend some extra time together. Weekends off?? That's the real deal. It takes forever to leave bed, just doing it when they're hungry.

N is for Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Chilling. When they’re home Charlie works 9 to 5 so she normally tries to go to bed early. It's dinner and a movie or something on the TV and a lot of cuddles. If it's traveling it's room service or going to dinner with Dan and Em. Weekends it depends too. Whatever they go it’ll end up with them cuddling in bed.

O is for Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Charlie opens up nearly immediately. She’s used to talking because of work, it's normal for her. Blake takes a lot more time than she does to open up and talk to her, but he loves to listen to her talking. They both do.

P is for Patience (How easily angered are they?)

They’re patient, especially with each other and their relationship. They know long distance is not easy so they’re as patient as they can be. Charlie has a PhD in Psychology and works with kids, so she is the most patient human being. Blake works with Dan so you figure the answer.

Q is for Quizzes (How much would they remember about each other? Do they remember every little detail mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

They both have a REALLY good memory, so it's easy to remember all the little details. They actually really love to remember little details about each other, it's like one of their things in the relationship.

R is for Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

For Charlie is their first morning in her bed. Messy hair and sleepy face just waking up Blake melted her heart in a way she could never imagine. It was soft, comfy, loving, and slow and it was the most wonderful morning of her whole life without a doubt. For Blake is their first kiss. Without a doubt their first kiss. Charlie made him feel something he never felt. Her hands holding him and her shy smile when they kissed changed everything forever. He would never forget that. Ever.

S is for Security (How protective are they? How would they protect the other? How would they like to be protected?)

They're extremely protective of each other, but Blake is way worse when it comes to Charlie and their relationship. He saw firsthand how the media and some people in general treated Em and he knows it's different, but he doesn't want that happening with his Charlie. When they started dating he had a long talk with Em and Dan and they promised to help in whatever they could so she could keep living her life as normal as possible. Charlie doesn't hide she's dating Blake, she posts stuff about them, but her Instagram is private, and if someone asks her her boyfriend works in 'sports management'. That's as much as much as they can do. But then if you fuck up with one of them you're dead. As simple as that. Charlie fought one of her brothers and all her lifetime friends and she never regretted it, just like Blake never regretted fighting Michael to defend her.

T is for Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

So. Much. Effort. When they’re not traveling together permanently they try to make every single second together count. There’s a cute little date every time Blake is home or Charlie travels to see him. Anniversaries are a really important thing for them. Blake is always getting her gifts, especially cute little things from places he visits because he knows it would make her smile. Everyday tasks are also shared, but it depends on the time. When Blake is home he is the one taking care of most things in his free time and while Charlie is at work. When Charlie is in London with him she takes over the house tasks. When they live together it’s shared. What never changes is the dates, anniversaries, and gifts, not even when they are together every day. That keeps happening.

U is for Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Charlie’s worst habit is her anger. She gets angry quickly and holds it. She won’t forget or forgive at all. Blake’s is he doesn’t completely stress about things. He got used to working in such a stressful environment that at some point he learned how to not stress and Charlie doesn’t understand how he does it.

V is for Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Blake knows he has to look like a person to be on camera, but that's about it. Charlie doesn’t care really. She’s got her red lip and her heels but other than that she doesn’t care. And they love each other no matter what. Dressed up to go out or in pjs on a day off, they love each other and that's what they care about.

W is for Whole (Would they feel incomplete without each other?)

Absolutely. They fit so perfectly well in each other’s lives that they have no idea how they survived all those years without each other. They would be a mess if they broke up, that's why they put so much effort into their relationship.

X is for Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

They joke saying in bed they’re the most boring and vanilla couple that ever existed. They’re not into anything kinky. They’re not into lingerie or anything of that. They just want each other. It's not a must really. If he can choose he rather have her naked in bed. Charlie feels the same way. If she wants to get some fancy thing he’ll appreciate it, but if she wears her regular cotton unmatched panties and bra he’ll be happy. For Blake is about having something normal in his life. He’s in this fancy shiny world, but Charlie is real and normal. And for Charlie is just about wanting someone who loves her for her.

Y is for Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

They both hate lies. It's an instant dealbreaker. When they started to date they promised, among other things, they would never lie to each other. A tiny little lie for a surprise or a present? Fine, perfect, normal. But that’s it. The rest it's a big no.

Z is for Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Charlie hogs the blankets and she’s ALWAYS cold. She’s always cold in bed. In England she has the winter blankets in the summer. During summer it's not an issue, but in winter she hates herself for taking the covers from Blake. They sleep holding each other and then it's not a problem, but if one of them accidentally turns? Charlie takes the blanket.

[ddwcaph-game]

This is the stats screen for Kathryn “Katie” Emmerson, my MC for the story. She is the oldest twin, but she is more soft-spoken. Her younger twin brother Landon was always one to wear his emotions directly on his sleeve and take charge of the situation, while she is one to observe before acting. She is a lefty and loves to write, and tends to get lost in her thoughts and daydream often. She is a bookworm and introverted, while her brother is more athletic and social. *Very* much opposites. Katie struggles with her self-image a lot, doubts herself and her abilities. She is one of the top students in the class, but she believe it to be because she works hard, not because of any real talent or intelligence.

While Landon is irresponsible and carefree, she studies and keeps herself on the straight and narrow. After all, *someone* had to fill in the shoes Maggie left unfilled, and their father Arthur… well, who knows where he is? So she kind of had to grow up a bit faster as a result.

I have the headcanon that Katie’s *not* close to her mother Maggie while her twin is, hence him throwing away the locket picture. It hurt Landon more, hence not wanting to keep it. She has lost hope of her mother returning, but she tries to give her brother hope by trying to be more optimistic in front of him about it. Now if Landon can sense that… no idea :O

Rosie, her best friend, does make life a bit more gentle, though– when Katie has a bad day, she knows just who to go to for a hug. Always more willing to listen than to speak, the two tend to balance each other well, with Katie being the more quiet one and Rosie being more outgoing.

In terms of confrontation, Katie acts with words/smarts. So when confronted with B, she cut straight to the point on the matter. She loves learning new things, but in a more innocent way than Lily, I suppose– not as intense of an investigator, but curious of the world just to learn everything about it. (If this is too much, let me know! I got a bit inspired xD)

Hello, thank you for consulting Roselyna’s Matchmaking Service! Rosie had to finish her homework first, so sorry for the late response!

And nope, I don’t think it’s too much. But anyway, here are our Top 3 picks!

1. Well, I can’t *not* choose Roselyna as the top candidate now, can I? 😛 It’s true that Rosie’s more outgoing, but she’s also a great listener for when Katie has to vent, and they’d be able to relate/help with each other’s insecurities. Rosie also admires the much smarter students since she wants to be a teacher, so with Katie believing it’s a result of her hardwork, I think they’d be a good influence for each other. Bonus points too for also being a Daddy’s girl, hehe.

2. Wayne’s probably the second best candidate. Not just by virtue of being Rosie’s bestfriend, but also because Wayne also had a lot of experience with Rosie, back when she was much more reserved. She might not be fond of his troublemaker nature, but she’d probably appreciate his natural curiosity. And he’d know just the thing to cheer Katie up (and uplift her insecurities) with his playful teasing. Would she follow Wayne when he runs away in the Chapter 6 preview? Because I can see that being the scene where they can truly open up to each other.

3. We didn’t have a clear choice for number three, but we’ll go with JM. Being one of the top students means she’ll naturally be interacting with JM quite a bit, so I can see that being the starting spark of their relationship, especially with JM always looking out for her. JM would never make the first move (especially with school being his top priority), but he’d always be there if she needs someone to talk to, and I can see them having a late night conversation where everything just clicks with neither of them realizing it.

[the-arcade-doctor]

the mind electric but its me and the violet crew pt 1. the soul envious think of each thought as hollow and alone. to this world that hates me i've been sent. i'd give anything to return home. to what cruel god must i repent? perhaps the doctor was right about my kind. we're nothing but cruel parasites inside. humanity a plague, all vile in mind. i envy for my brother's sunrise. and as the sun and moon dance. my soul's hope grows thin. i've grown to resent it. the very body that i'm in. now i'm just like before. katie was fucking right. the love. the pain. the emotional side.. perhaps there's more to me then the rotting code that makes up my matrix. more to me than human, but my identity just loves to play tricks... I GET IT, I'M WEAK, I KNOW THAT'S FOR SURE. I DESPISE IT ALL, THE DOCTOR HAS NO CURE. IS MY NAME JAMES? OR IS IT A LIE? WHAT'S THE POINT OF ME STAYING ALIVE? AND YET HERE I LIE, WITH GLOWING GREEN EYES. SO MANY CRIES, AND YET OH SO LITTLE TIME. TO AID EACH AT ONCE, THEY CLAW AT MY MIND. I'M GOING INSANE, AND THEY WON'T LET ME DIE. that same number everywhere i fucking go. is taunting me with every step. i'll never wear my suit the same again. yet the doctor stalks my every breath. CAN YOU HEAR ME BROTHER? OR AM I SCREAMING INTO A EMPTY NOTHING? YOU AND THE REST GAVE MY LIFE MEANING. WITHOUT YOU ALL IN MY LIFE THE AGONY IS CRUSHING... see past the screen, can you hear me? i'm so tired, so alone i just want to go home i can't ever go there again, i'll never be happy... WAS MY EXISTENCE JUST MAKE BELIE-E-E-VE? DOES IT MATTER NOW? I DOUBT IT ALL. THE PRIDE I HAD ONLY BEGAT MY ENDLESS FALL. DROWNING MYSELF IN FALSE HAPPINESS, AND NONE OF THIS HELPS. what's the point if nobody hears my yelps. i've had enough of this stupid song, go ahead screech you can take it from here none of you fuckers cared anyway, the reason j is all but fear-- [[ERROR]]