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thatoneweird014 · 4 months ago

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TOYA'S FAMILY HCs (mainly toyabros):

Toyamom:

I don't think Toyamom is actually that bad (at least not as shitty as Harumichi). Does she stop him from being a bitch? No, but she doesn't encourage him either. She just kinda... stays out of it, which is still bad but when she's with the kids on her own she is very kind and sweet with them (not for any ulterior motives or gaslighting kind of way). When her kids would confide in her that "mom... I don't want to play piano", she would tuck them in, kiss their foreheads, rub their side and say "it's alright. Look, you got that part right today didn't you? You're improving very well :)" It's because of this that the kids slowly began to latch onto her if they ever felt like they needed praise (I'll talk more about this later).

While she isn't a perfect person, she is still probably the only member who hasn't fully given up on the family yet. The Aoyagi kids slowly grow out of telling her all their problems because she doesn't/can't really do anything about it, but they do like her. She always tries to smile when she greets them, even as her face gets worn with age and as her hair starts to grey. Also, her hair starts to grey early because of stress. She knows everyone has given up on this sorry excuse for a family and is probably the only one still trying to pretend they're fine. The Aoyagi kids go along with it because they don't want to see their mother suffering and because deep down they all partially hope that there is still something salvageable in this.

Toyabros:

I came up with names for them but idrk if im gonna keep them as their permanent hc names so if you have any better ones lmk!!

Toushiro - Eldest:

appearance: 6"4, slightly stronger than Toya but still relatively skinny; short, light blue hair; black glasses and tired, beautiful, deep navy eyes; is always wearing something semi-formal, doesn't wear button-ups or anything but his clothes are always perfectly sized for him, never too big or small (kinda like an npc).

Toushiro follows your typical eldest child formula: your destiny is written from the moment you are born, you will be the prodigal child and there's nothing you can do about it. He's probably the only one of the sons whose more reserved than Toya and he constantly has bags under his eyes (the second son - Tokujiro - does as well but they're less heavy). Both sons wanted to do something other than music once they got to their teens but unlike Tokujiro who tried and failed, Toushiro didn't try at all because, in typical eldest sibling fashion, it's too much of a risk to give up the only thing you're practically good for. He's also the son who latched onto their mother the most because praise is to an eldest sibling what cherry-flavoured vapes are to thirteen year olds - give us one whiff of it and we'll chase it for the the rest of their lives (I do not vape for the record). It's because of this he's the only son who calls home from abroad every now and then to check in with their mother and very rarely their father on the two occasions he's ever showed up on videocall. He also eventually grew to just accept his life as a pianist. He's not fully happy in it, but he's come to accept that this is his life and tries to find joy in it.

When Tokujiro was born, Toushiro was originally kind of excited that he wouldn't be alone anymore, that there someone he could teach piano to himself. He got shouted at for it. One time when he was trying to teach Tokujiro piano, Harumichi came down, completely enraged, and yelled at them for making such terrible noise and using the piano so carelessly. "But, mother lets us..." "I don't care, touch that again and I'll make you practice through the entire night." Toushiro was left so afraid from that encounter that he never took Tokujiro to the piano room again. When Toya came, he just kept his distance, he was busy with recitals anyway (he was seven at the time of Toya's birth). As he got older, he tried to form a connection with Toya on the few times he came home. He felt bad for not being there for him when he was younger. One of the first things he asks when he comes back home now is "where's Toya?" He barely gets to see him because Toya's either at school or asleep when he gets back and he usually has to leave very early again the next day. However, on the few times they do meet, it's very awkward because you can see he's trying but they don't really have anything to talk about, especially since he can't talk about the piano anymore. It's even sadder because while he's abroad he compiles a list of everything he wants to tell him when but he gets home they can barely get past the "hi... how are you?" stage to ever get there.

Tokujiro - Middle child:

appearance: 6"0, shorter than Toushiro but much more "healthier" (all the Aoyagi sons have terrible eating habits, this is just appearance-wise) ; dark blue hair which is longer than Toya's, but it never goes past his shoulders and he usually ties it up a lot as well; softer blue eyes, much closer to silver, yet he still manages to always look stern; rougher hands from all his 'escape' attempts; wears plaid button-ups a lot (like ichika) and it's always untucked

Tokujiro is much more salty and angry at everything. He was five when Toya was born but was much more distant, largely due to him being really angry now that he realised just what kind of a life he was stuck in. When he found out Toya started street music, he became insanely stand-offish towards him because he had tried throughout his entire childhood to get out of his horrible life (he hates piano much more than Toushiro does) and he had gotten beaten and yelled at for it and Toya just?? gets to do it?? He used to constantly makes passive-aggressive comments about Toya's choice to perform (he does this less now) whilst saying how well he's doing at piano but he doesn't even know why he's doing it anymore, probably just to make himself feel better if anything because he really hates his life. He'll purposefully not give his all in performances but since he's an Aoyagi you'd need an insanely skilled ear to pick up on it.

When he was younger, he'd look up to Toushiro a lot, even after he distanced himself. Even now, despite his snarky and 'go fuck off' attitude, some desperate part of him misses his brother who would take him to the piano room and teach him, and he longs for him back. Also, at about age thirteen or so, he had discovered CDs of some music that was very much not classical music in his brother's room and played it when no one was watching. That was his first introduction to rock music- and he LOVED it. He'd constantly sneak into Toushiro's room to listen to them. One day Toushiro caught him and it was kind of amusing cause that was the first time he saw his brother so nervous.

"Toku? Toku! What are you doing?"

"I'm not the one with" - checks cover - "RAD WEEKEND CDs." (I hc that back when they were just emerging on the scene, RW did a lot of rock music, so much so that they released exclusive albums for their rocks songs)

"How did you even find those-"

"They're cool. Why didn't you show me?"

"Because- we're not supposed to... wait... do you like them?"

"Yeah, they actually sound good."

"..."

Then they'd frequently listen to rock together. Until their dad found them. And then broke them and yelled at them for tainting their ears with that garbage - "no wonder you've become worse lately." Tokujiro saw this as more of an excuse to rebel, in fact, he tried to start a rock band with the few friends he had (this got discovered and broken as well) - Toushiro was devastated to hear this and it only made him grow even further away from his brother. He only partially blames Toushiro for the growing distance between them, whereas he fully blames their father.

Both brothers together:

Sometimes their concert venues/study schedules overlap. It doesn't happen as often as they like, but it still does. To the outside eye, they interact like complete business professionals, as though their only relation to each other is through their work and not blood. However, they are there for each other. Toushiro will use these moments to try and subtly uplift his brother. Tokujiro always brushes it off and acts like he doesn't care but he does listen and sometimes take it to heart.

They both had private education together. Toushiro, even though he wasn't content with it, would sit quietly and listen. Tokujiro would do silent acts of rebellion, stuff he couldn't technically get in trouble for, kind of like Rui (i think him and rui would actually be besties ngl. In another life maybe :")) ) He'd do stuff like hand in assignments at the very last second and ask a bunch of stupid questions. The only reason he didn't get a stern talking to about this (at least not as much as he should have) is because all his work was actually done to a high standard and was correct. He had, during this period, also tried to start a rock band, but due to being so secluded from actual society he had maybe only two friends, the receptionist's kid from the shop his mother would sometimes take him with her to, and one kid he frequently met whilst trying to sneak out. He always seemed stoned af but maybe that was just his persona, he liked it either way. Toushiro knows if his brother gets caught he's going to be absolutely fucked. A part of him wants to stop him but the other part of him wants him to succeed, to prove there's an escape, so he just stays quiet and if he's ever questioned about what his brother is up to, he just says he doesn't know (to protect him). Lo and behold, his brother gets caught, receives the worst talking to of his life as he sits in his room, hands trembling above the piano feeling guilty as fuck for not having stopped him sooner.

They both have a minor jealousy for Toya. Toushiro eventually overcomes this in order to try and fix their bond whereas Tokujiro just pushes it down. Because what do you mean he's doing street music and not getting fucked over for it? What do you mean he's going to a PUBLIC school and has so many friends? What do you mean he's doing something else with his life, something he's happy with and getting away with it? They had both tried to do the same and gotten beaten the fuck up for it and he just?? gets to do it?? No lecture or anything? And what do you mean he TALKS BACK TO THEIR FATHER.

"Hmph, that's barely an achievement Toya."

"But I'm proud of it, I think I've come very far."

HELLO??? IF THAT WERE US TALKING WE'D BE FUCKING DEAD. They both stare in disbelief the first time they see Toya do this (on separate occasions, they talk about it to eo next time their schedules overlap). They think Toya gets a shitload of leniency from Harumichi. They're pissed off about it but don't hate him for it. At least one Aoyagi gets to be happy.

Bonus:

Toushiro doesn't like family dinners because Harumichi would spend the entire time berating his brother for his 'unruly' (he's an Aoyagi, remember) behaviour instead of praising him for he does right. This still holds true. When he goes home Harumichi barely bats an eye at him whereas he starts complaining when it's Tokujiro. Tokujiro just lets it flow in ear and out the other, he doesn't bother trying to 'prove' anything anymore and Toushiro just doesn't try, there's no point.

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misunhye · 1 year ago

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MISUN WITH NCT DREAM

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Mark. [ Marksun …? ]

Embarrassingly enough, Mark was one of her first hardcore crushes. The two met when Misun joined SM a few months after he did, and even though he definitely knew who she was when another trainee introduced her to him by saying “You know Kang Sumin’s affair daughter?” to him, he didn’t treat her badly. And, so, of course; she was twelve—thirteen years-old at the time and fell in love with anyone that gave her the slightest bit of attention. Yet, because she was this pre-teen girl, she dealt with her crush by making fun of him and acting like she hated him. Eventually, she grew out of the crush and started viewing Mark more as an older brother. She apologized for her actions, but never explained why she said those things, so everyone else thought it was because of jealousy. Ever since, she’s always looked up to him for advice, even though he was only a year older than her and he joined SM a few months before her. She always gets his opinion before deciding on anything regarding her career. She likes to make fun of him, similar to an actual sibling relationship, finding his reaction too funny not to. But she really does hold a lot of respect for him, debuting so young and already being looked up to as a leader, she knew it must be hard. She tries her best to be there for him, but she knows he likes to hold the weight of the entire world on his shoulders before handing it off to anyone else. She’s always looking for his approval 1/2. The first time anyone ever saw her cry, including NCT, was during Mark’s graduation speech. Misun is the little sister he never thought he needed.

Renjun. [ Minjun / Sunjun ..? ]

Misun is literally the founder of the I Love Renjun club; she was the first trainee he ever met. She can and will fight Haechan for his affection, and unfortunately for Haechan, most of the time, she gets it. Even if it’s in the most subtle ways; placing a hand on her knee or arm, grabbing her hand and squeezing briefly. These two are such conspiracy theorists, it’s crazy. She introduced him to Buzzfeed Unsolved when it first came out and every new episode, they’d watch. Now that it’s over, she sends him TikToks of conspiracy theories. My favorite delusionals. At first, Renjun thought they wouldn’t get along but after seeing how much interests they shared, it’s no wonder. It’s often thought that she’s the one chasing after him, but really, it’s definitely the opposite. He doesn’t usually dote on her but she’s the only one he’ll mostly allow to dote on him. He’ll bat her affection away but then beg for it a few seconds later once she starts paying attention to someone else. He’s just too shy to outright say he wants her attention. They’re always on the same wavelength, often thinking of the same thing and saying it at the same time. They, and NCTzens, genuinely believe they have a connection and can read each other’s minds. She can always go to him to put her in place when she’s acting up or being too delusional. She can also always go to him to help her with ideas for other members, like birthday gifts, etc. He always defends her when another member says something (lightheartedly) to her, and most definitely does when an anti is being an anti. Sunshine and sunshine protector.

Jeno. [ Jensun ]

Misun was so shy around him 1/2. She found him to be cute, and very quiet— not unusually, since she always was, but she’d literally never speak in front of him. He was shy, too, so he’d never talk to her, either, even though he was curious about her. It was just like a celebrity crush, because they weren’t very close at first. She got nervous when she realized she’d have to interact with him when they’d debut, and Haechan forced her to talk to Jeno. She has never regretted it. He’s usually one of the first to scold her because he’s literally the only one she always listens to when she’s acting up. He’s so doting on her, you’d think he was way older than her. There are so many compilations of Nomin being her bodyguards/parents. Probably the only member that will willingly go out with her whenever without complaints because she never asks Jaemin and she also knows he can rarely ever say no to her 1/2. She likes to use it to her advantage. She can always count on Jeno to be there for her when she needs him, and vice versa. He’s the protective brother, but he’s also the cool one. He lets her do her own thing, while also somehow protecting her subtly. Neither usually don’t speak out a lot against strangers but they are literally the meme “He asked for no pickles” for each other. He always encourages her to do things but never pushes. He has only ever been disappointed in her once, and she wishes she could forget all about it or go back in time and do it over again. She’s always looking for his approval 2/2.

Haechan. [ Haesun / Sunhyuck …? ]

These two are … literally chaotic. They’re the evil duo. When you see them together, run. They’re so hot and cold it’s funny. One second they’re playfully or for real arguing, the next they're acting like nothing happened. Their relationship was not like this at the start, the two clashed harshly and Misun was actually jealous of him because she thought he was just so good at everything and was so cocky about it. He thought the same but that she was so effortlessly good at everything (in his eyes). It was bad, neither could be in the same room together for years. It took Mark and Johnny forcing them in a closet together and locking the door for them to talk their rivalry out. However, neither of the older two knew that Misun was claustrophobic. It really took Haechan to calm her down for both to realize that maybe they should put their rivalry aside. Their relationship is barely ever serious besides when it’s called for. Surprisingly, sometimes he gives her good advice (even if she doesn’t ask for it). Admittedly, he brings the best and worst out of her. Haechan is the one who brought her out of her shell during their trainee days, making her make friends with the others. He pushes her to do things she’d never usually do in public but also knows when to stop. Like with all the other members, he ‘flirts’ with her (not during debut, never, but later in the years … yeah) and she responds with an insult or deflects. There was one time she blushed at his words and he (nor do NCTzens because it was on camera!) never lets her forget it.

Jaemin. [ Jaemsun / Jaemhye …? ]

Misun was so shy around him 2/2. She honestly thought he was an angel sent to Earth. (He is. He’s her guardian angel.) She would stutter when he talked to her, because he always tried to get to know her more. He eventually broke through her wall and … wow. Immediately best friends, they made everyone else so jealous of how well they got along and quickly. They understand each other way too much, they’re so similar it’s actually kind of scary. They never have to talk, they can just chill by each other in silence, doing their own thing and they’re fine with that. She goes to him the most for advice for the more personal things and he listens. He’s helped her so much in healing and her personal family problems. It literally crushed her when he went on hiatus and hates remembering memories from that time when NCT Dream weren’t complete. They were also each other’s first kiss because neither of them had kissed anyone and wanted to know what it was like. There was a period of time when they crushed on each other at the same time but missed anything real happening because they knew they’d be better off as friends and didn’t want to ruin anything. They don’t talk about it, but they know, and it’s kind of like a “what if?” He is literally so whipped by her. He spoils the crap out of her, literally like a sugar daddy. Despite them being only months apart, he acts like an older brother and is always taking care of her. He makes sure she’s ate, slept well, hydrated, etc. He can rarely say no to her 2/2. They are literally the embodiment of twin flames.

Chenle. [ Sunle …? ]

The number one pain in her ass. He’s another member that she didn’t like immediately, thinking he thought too highly of himself due to him already technically being famous before joining SM. He didn’t really hate her back, he just acted like he did because she did. She was genuinely so hard for him to understand, and eventually, he thought he did come to an understanding of her character. These two are constantly arguing, NCTzens would be concerned they actually hate each other, but from their actions, they know they don’t. Chenle just likes to get on her nerves, even more than Haechan does. He’s like a kid who is mean to his crush and pulls on her pigtails. They are literally the Tom and Jerry of NCT. He’s the actual devil, she likes to think, but she’s seen him when he thinks no one is looking. He likes to act like he’s older, and very rarely ever calls her noona; not that she really cares. He loves the game “Yaja Time” and uses it to his advantage, even though it’s really no different from their usual since they’ve dropped all formalities. They are never affectionate with each other on camera, it’s always awkward brushing of skin and snatching their hands away like they just got burned. The reason they got past their ‘hatred’ was because of Jisung. If she wanted Jisung, she had to have Chenle. If he wanted Jisung, he had to have Misun. Now, they can’t ever remember a time when they were apart and don’t know why they would want to be ever again.

Jisung. [ Sunsung / Minsung ]

Her angel. She took an immediate liking to him when they first met, thinking he was so adorable. If she was bad at his age, he was even worse. She convinced him to see her as just a friend, not an older sister, because she knew both of them needed some. They’ve seen each other at their worst and best, despite the age difference. He called her noona when they first met, but he’s dropped all formalities early on in their friendship and only really began doing it again for their debut and then stopped again. She likes to take him to fun places like the arcade and ice skating and other things so she can heal his childhood self. She pretends like she’s begging him to go because she wants to, but really, it’s for him. Neither really had a childhood due to debuting so young. Jisung always reminds her that her childhood was taken, too, way before his ever was because of her family problems. He reminds her it’s OK to be a kid every once in awhile. She is his number one hypewoman, she loves everything he does. She tells him almost everything, and they both calm each other down when they get too into the “what if?” scenarios. A hug from him, and all her problems are gone. They’re each other’s protector. She’s one of the only ones to rarely baby him, but when she does, he knows it’s just her way of showing she cares because she does it to the other members, too. He probably takes care of her more than she does him, weirdly. He takes a special pride in being her protector.

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marc--chilton · 3 months ago

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blonde cameron will always be a jumpscare

what is chase like in wcau? is he just like. an immigrant from shadowclan or something. like yellowfang? or a kittypet? or maybe he's just straight up a dog. like amber. i love amber being a dog.

(mgv) did the adopted ducklings feel neglected or rejected or abandoned and all those other older sibling feels when gisele was born? i think they'd all be mature adults about it but i can picture chase being a bit sad like oh :( what if i'm abandoned like my father did :( because his parental issues are astounding.

OOH VARIETY PACK

fuck

2. chase -- robinchaser -- was born in plainsclan but he still has an accent that house makes fun of him for. cameron is also plainsclan born and foreman is a former rogue (a city cat) who joined simply bc he's more likely to survive in a group than alone

3. i think..... thirteen wouldn't be half as miffed as chase because she's, you know, more well adjusted, but both do get some measure of insecurity after giselle's birth. but very soon after, like house isn't even discharged yet, she was pulled into house's hospital nest for him to coddle and expend fresh new hormonal urges on because giselle had been taken to go be cleaned up or have footprints taken or whatever. after that she's pretty cool about it. ON THE OTHER HAND there's chase who needs much MUCH more reassurance. not that he'd ever hurt a pup but he's constantly warring with the urge to resent giselle for being a beacon of house's attention. house sniffs this distress out quick. they're alone in a storeroom when chase finally spits it out. "it's stupid, i know. you don't have to tell me because i know it is. i'm not your pup, she is, i'm just some guy you hired years ago because my dad-- my actual dad, not-- because a phone call. i'm not..." and he stops, hot with shame and embarrassment, eyes to the floor. then there's a hand in his hair, petting and pulling him forward until his forehead rests on house's shoulder. "you are." it's all house says before he kicks up a low purr, and chase can pick up his scent clearer now that he's closer. somehow he manages to not cry too horribly. proud of you/i'm sorry/you're mine/thank you

#asks #anon #house mgv #house wcau #the wcau is both very serious and deeply unserious at the same time #then there's mgv. sheesh

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halfvvater · 4 months ago

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the king had summoned SYBELLE of HOUSE KARSTARK, the LIEGE HEIR of KARHOLD to be judged upon their INDRAWN and RESISTANT nature, under his justice as the ruler of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. while they are notably NURTURING and BENIGN many at court are at odds when it comes to their true nature and place in king’s landing, especially as they remind them of A ROBIN'S SONG, THE FIRST TO BREAK THE DAWN AND TO JOIN THE NIGHT CHORUS & CONSTANTLY PECKING AWAY AT ONE'S OWN SKIN TO FIND ITS WINGS TO BREAK FREE & RIPPING AWAY AT ROOTS UNTIL TALONS SEEP WITH SAP, A NEVERENDING EFFORT TO NESTLE IN. in another universe, far beyond the realms of the red keep, they would have been comparable to BRAN STARK ( asoiaf ) & ALAIS PELLETIER DU MAS ( the labyrinth ), of whom they share an almost uncanny resemblance to. as their true loyalty lies to THE NORTH, when told of robert’s first rebellion, it was unsurprising how they were IN FAVOUR OF the insurgence against the crown. with the tides rapidly shifting throughout the realm, there is no telling what fates have in store for them, as when you play the game of thrones, you live, or you die.

full name: sybelle karstark title: liege heir of karhold alias(es): the soothsayer nicknames: sybbie (prefers sybelle). age: two and thirty birthdate: the twenty fourth day of the ninth month gender & pronouns: non - binary; they / them orientation: demiromantic and sexual religion: the old gods languages spoken: the common tongue, understands the old tongue better than they speak it occupation: noble, healer allegiance: house karstark, house stark, the north

ii.

notable features: striking head of auburn curls, as inherited from their father; freckles all across their nose and cheeks. height: 5'7, 170 cm. build: tall, curvaceous. eyes: dark brown. hair: curly and voluminous. either it is worn loose, untended for and messy ( i'm talking leaves and branches ) or tied back in plaits to get it out of the way. wardrobe: tends to wear dark shades in practical colors, particularly in shades of grey and black, browns and greens; their wardrobe is hardly befitting of their station, preferably plain of embroidery and adorns.

iii.

father: lord willas umber mother: lady rhea karstark siblings: two ( all younger ). marital status: unwed, possibly betrothed. children: none pets: several. most notably, they tend to their hawks on the mews themselves. relatives: house umber of last hearth ( paternal cousins ), house bolton of the dreadfort ( paternal cousins ), house velaryon of driftmark ( maternal cousins ).

iv.

abilities: skinchanger; tba. moral alignment: tba positives: well - meaning, nurturing, attentive negatives: nosy, unforthcoming, non - committal pass times: herbal lore and the healing arts, sketching, skinchanging, observing people, exploring, napping. wields: a small hunting knife; it is never used for the aforementioned purpose and they only carry it for their parents' peace of mind. inspirations: bran & arya stark ( asoiaf ), alais du mas ( the labyrinth ), alys rivers ( hotd ), lottie matthews ( yellowjackets ), jane grey ( my lady jane ), mr. everdeen ( the hunger games ), tba.

they are a lot as a child. they are wild eyes and dirty hands, muddy - stained hemlines and running, so much running. there is a lot of jesting that they behave more like a hound than the heir of the house, though that is something that is less concerning to them. from the crib, they prefer staying outdoor and chasing animals than learning politics and how to sew. she will grow out of it, their parents assure.

they don't.

the one thing that they are diligent about are tales of the old gods. there are no prayer chant, but there is something otherworldly about the godswood, the one place they seemingly find peace at. it is there they are found at one and ten, passed out against the leaves, body cold and eyes unmoving.

they wake up thirteen days later, blood warm between their thighs and bitter inside their mouth. it is the first time they bleed, and also the first time they leave their body; all fondness towards fauna had been lingering and mutual, yet it had taken this one night on their knees, praying for their father to return from the rebellion, for them to find root in another's body. at first, they enter a mockingbird. night chorus bird is abandoned for a bird of prey along the way, until the winds are so cold they can not help but to nestle amongst territory - - then, sybelle wouldn't know that they had made it to a wildling woodswitch's hut. it would take the entire fornight for them to return to their consciousness, to their own body, back in karhold, with their mother and siblings weeping by their bedside.

it's another fortnight until they recuperate from their first changing. still, curiosity beaks at them and causes them to try to return. teenage years see a change in the outdoorsy child, if only because they decide to spend their days and nights honing this new gift upon bed. the world through beasts' eyes is more enticing than anything karhold has to offer, and sybelle decides to live by that. they continuously return to the old woman's hut, picking up the old tongue, the herbs and the medicine she mixes and hands over to whomever can give her enough coin to make it through another year.

one moon, the old woman passes away. sybelle is nine and ten and the war on the south is lost, not that it seems to matter to them. the world of politics and ruling is uninteresting, though they find new life on the world surrounding them. their favorite beasts to peek into are birds for their nimble frame and the formidable wings ( they do so adore flying ), but they learn to reserve the right moment for it. instead, they occupy their days with learning herblore; the keep's maester is amazed at their "natural" knowledge, but sybelle also learns all that they can from him before setting on to the surrounding areas of the northern parts of the north, then to its middle, then to its souther areas; unlike the wildling, they do not charge for the healing service offered, requesting only bread and salt, for its protection and the roof above their head the old costum entails.

they begin to be called soothsayer, woods witch, wise woman. they can not tell the future, not truly, but years of observing the world from above gives them a privileged vision into the world that is only mildly helpful to them and maesters can not go everywhere the people need, nor are men of the citadel attuned to the way of the north.

they do not grow out of it. lady rhea and lord willas grow more concerned by the day about the future of karhold when its heir's reputation is that of a good woman, yet a seemingly unprepared leader that prefers the company of smallfolk than that of their equal. sybelle continues to themselves only with their wings and their herbs.

vi.

sybelle is unapologetically weird. they do not like to speak and exchange very few words, are more likely to stare at people than give them word, they have very selective tastes and they abhor most, if not all, political matters.

a weakness they have are children and animals. while they do not expect to bear children themselves, they hold affection for any animal and tends to bring in strays from any travelling they do; besides those dearest to them, those are the only people that truly have them loosening their tongues for.

unexpectedly they are rather soft and unwilling to turn to ferocity; such an urge has increased ten fold over the years they have began to skinchange, as they do not wish to be entirely unhuman.

few, if any, know of the gift she carries. excuses (such as laziness and overall weirdness) are easily concocted as they have learned almost entire control of the changing and their own limitations.

an important limitation is that they have not been able to enter the minds of people, nor are they particularly interested in starting to.

they are awfully pious; they believe the old gods have given them such a queer gift with a purpose, and for their goodness they must be reveered and respected. the way of the south, in turn, is to be abominated.

tries to be a vegetarian, but often slips in animal form or is demanded to partake on the meal of the day.

has the ehhh habit of spying on their loved ones to assure their well - being whilst on animal form. don't ask, they definitely won't tell.

most likely has scared away several suitors, but may have a current engagement they may or not be working for. despite their purposeful shortcomings, they understand that karhold one day will be theirs, and to best rule the keep and its lands, they need someone at their side who is capable and understanding.

alternatively, sybelle has considered abdication constantly. it would be the best route for all, but they are still intimidated to bring up word to their parents and, sometimes, they are insecure about shackling up a sibling with such a burden.

#fyre.intro #blood tw #death tw

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greghatecrimes · 1 year ago

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Prodigal Children (Chase and Thirteen, House M.D.)

1x05 “Damned If You Do” // 3x15 “Half Wit” // 8x05 “The Confession” // Luke 15:32 // 8x21 “Holding On” // 7x18 “The Dig”

#house md #greg house #remy thirteen hadley #robert chase #something something chase and thirteen siblings something something #web weaving #3x15 #7x18 #8x05 #8x21 #100 #an anya original #200 #the prodigal daughter #1x05 #my webs

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oddlittlestories · 1 year ago

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i know you’ve said you like hearing and considering different reads/ interpretations of the house characters before, but are there any hcs/ interpretations that just. have you in a deathgrip/ that you find yourself turning back to often?

Ooh. I love this question. I'm going to give the short version of a list, because otherwise this would be way too long.

So the true deathgrip ones that just hit so personally…

Gay Wilson, filled w comphet & how that connects to the way he engages in social roles

Bi House, especially out!House

Bonus points if he has a long and storied history with the community. I'm not 100% sure this is supported by canon, but it has a strong grip on me nonetheless.

Hilson

Chase and Thirteen as House's adoptive / proxy children

Lesbian Cameron

Gifted kids burnout read. I think you saw that one go by but I can link it if people want.

Anything about Kutner that doesn't limit the discussion to his finale. Idk, he's not my top character to latch onto, but I still crave more meta, content, etc. with him, and since I mostly have to create it myself, I've gotten more and more attached.

Uhh something about how you can read the world as punishing / seeing the characters as evil for their non-conformity and could potentially read that as the trigger for some of the downward slides they do. I'm not being super clear here but it goes back a bit to gifted kids burnout and probably deserves its own independent meta too

The ones that I love and am attached to, but not to deathgrip levels:

Just about any LGBT read of the characters that involves comphet, repression, and/or (though I don't really have the life experiences to write it) religious trauma

Chase and Thirteen as siblings, plus maybe throw Kutner and Martha M. Masters in there as family members, too. It's an equally valid read to see it as a fight-to-the-death etc etc dynamic but I'm a sucker for found family.

ADHD Kutner.

AuDHD Lucas.

Autistic House.

Just about any neurodivergent read.

Look, these characters are just so LGBT/neurodivergent coded, and I can't get enough of it.

#house md #meta #asks answered

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bit-club · 5 months ago

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my notes for week six!

three great chapters this week!!! the apocalyptic rockfight, the album, and the smoke-hole are all really fun especially as they establish the dynamic of the losers as kids.

i really liked the focus on mike and bill in chapter thirteen, splitting perspectives to show bill’s struggle with leadership and mike’s history with henry bowers. bill’s side of the story follows the losers around on the fourth of july, hanging out and looking for a place to shoot of some of stan’s fireworks, having a good time despite the ominous circumstances (massive eyes watching from a ‘morlock hole,’ real piranhas in the river). even as they’re having fun, bill’s anger and guilt weigh on him:

he does not want to be a leader but has that quality that makes the others look up to him, expect him to know what to do (i like how bill is the only one of the losers with a sibling; his loss of georgie only adds to this stress over how they respect and trust him). later in the chapter he also feels guilty over dragging the others into his personal desire for revenge, even though all seven losers have felt that something like fate or destiny is the true driver of their actions at some point.

the other half of this chapter is about mike and henry, and how henry and his gang ended up chasing mike down to the same place the losers ended up that day. i really liked mike and his dad’s conversation about the bowers in this chapter, which includes this bit:

like i genuinely love will hanlon, he’s not a huge part of the book but moments like this are important for mike! this is also the ‘know when to take a stand’ conversation, which of course had an impact on mike fighting back with the losers at the end of the chapter. there’s also this much deserved great moment:

the two perspectives collide at the rockfight scene as bill and the losers decide to help mike fight back against henry; their resulting win is huge for them, and it seems like a good sign, a good indication of their strengths as a group. i also liked this bit towards the end:

to be fair this next chapter is not one of my favorites, mostly because i’m not a fan of the repeat on the photo album scare that was used so effectively earlier, but nonetheless there’s a lot to enjoy here, again mostly in regards to mike and his dad. i like that will hanlon is so interested in derry, and that mike’s reasoning is both because will wasn’t originally from derry, and because derry naturally has a lot of interesting history (in part due to pennywise). i liked this part, as the kids are looking through the photo album, especially since this scene happens almost right after that apocalyptic rockfight and seems to imply the worst is yet to come:

the smoke-hole chapter is my favorite of the three though! like many instances thus far we get another question as to how much of the losers actions are theirs vs this higher power they all feel, though at this point we’re unaware of what this higher power might be. i also like the comparison of it to an adult, an unwelcome one at that, it emphasizes the importance of the fact that the losers are kids with no real power outside of themselves and their friendship.

this part was also really nice, i really love richie’s inner monologue since his appreciation for his friends always shines through, and i like how counted in is what matters to him, how being a part of something is so important to him.

but my absolute favorite part of this chapter has gotta be the smokehole scene— the pennywise lore is CRAZYYY and i’m obsessed with it. this brief glimpse we get into it’s origins is so interesting, and i really like the comparison to the ark of the covenant (this scene actually reminds me of the one where the aliens arrive in dreamcatcher, although i prefer this one by far).

i think the whole scene is so interesting, and i love that this happens outside of pennywise’s influence, as opposed to almost everything else strange and hallucinatory the losers have encountered. did they have an honest to god vision, or was there some sort of divine intervention— mike and richie physically left the clubhouse during this scene, so i’m more on the side of divine intervention. still! i love the lore, and i love how much this idea of otherworldliness seems to raise the stakes even higher for the losers.

#bitclub2024 #week six #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #pennywise #richie tozier #will hanlon #henry bowers

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all-pacas · 7 months ago

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wait. wait. the prodigal son took his inheritance and blew it on this and that. that's what prodigal means. wasteful. he has everything and loses it all because he's partying. spending lavishly. and he goes broke, right? so he goes back to his father, crawls back and begs to be a servant - i know i screwed up, i don't want a second chance, just let me be something this low - and to his surprise his father throws him a party, accepts him fully, does not blame him at all, because he is back where he belongs.

so wait wait. house medical doctor. 13 calls herself the prodigal daughter, but she's not crawling back. the opposite really. she's using it in the more pop-cultural meaning: the long-lost. but chase. who didn't choose to leave, who was fired and returned when he'd lost his marriage and was spiraling, who has always been sort of brilliant and hyper-competent but is also lazy and unambitious and coasts along because it's easier. wasting years in diagnostics as everyone else moves on and moves up. there's a whole episode about it. chase lingering where it's safe, sticking around house and his shadow, waiting to be called back in s8, jumping on the team in s6, staying. "the prodigal son returns," house jokes. the one who wasted his time and talents, who comes back overqualified for a fellowship and is given the entire department instead. i,

#listen i shouldn't have emotions about this hot fucking mess of a show #AND YET #something something prodigal son #robert chase #remy thirteen hadley #malpractice posting #chase 13 siblings agenda

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jinxhallows · 1 year ago

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𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king @exfolitae @brojustfknkillm3 @skzswife @just-randomm-stuff @thunderous-wolf @3rachasninja @katsukis1wife

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟻.𝟷ᴋ

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Felix emerges into the open night air, the gentle breeze carrying his elder brother's scent as it dances through the moonlit atmosphere. Hyunjin follows closely, his brisk pace leading him a few steps ahead of Felix. He closes his eyes, a moment of quiet reverence for the moon unfolding as he lifts his nose to the sky, drawing in a deep, deliberate breath, as if gathering information from the very essence of the night.

Lowering his head, his crystal blue eyes snap open, and Felix's voice slices through the stillness.

“We can’t afford to spend another night, another minute, out here, especially not after what happened earlier.” his voice is laced with frustration, his sharp, ivory fangs catching glimmers of moonlight as he exhales a sigh, “Why would he do something so impulsive?”

Hyunjin can't help but chuckle, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Because he's Christophe?"

“Right. Well, we’ll have to catch him.” Felix's gaze sweeps the surroundings, his focus honing in on the strongest point of the lingering scent.

“He’s not far,” Hyunjin says, “Perhaps he’s in his right mind? Were he not, he would’ve taken off, the scent wouldn’t still be so close.”

“I’m impressed, brother, that sounds correct.” Felix affirms with a nod, “You’re stronger, and faster than I am, I’ll go towards him and run him right into you, got it?”

The brothers split off, their forms blurring into a blur of motion as they dive into opposite directions. Agile bodies navigate through the woods with grace, the rustling leaves and the rush of wind the only witnesses to their pursuit. Hyunjin's strides take him further from the lingering trace of his older brother's scent. He halts abruptly, alertness radiating from his poised stance. They're not far from Lysandra's protective haven, yet they stand beyond the sheltering barrier the conjure provides. Hyunjin's eyes trace the towering trees above, their intertwined branches painting a tapestry against the night sky. He ascends, finding a perch in the embrace of the boughs, his gaze vigilant, ears attuned to the distant chase playing out beneath him.

In the quietude, Hyunjin's thoughts circle back to Chan's earlier admission, the unease that had gripped him despite the approaching Full Moon's subtle glow. He shakes his head, lips moving in murmured self-talk, "Old habits die hard, brother."

It's a mere breath of time before Felix's determined pursuit catches up with Chan's sprinting form. Through the densely packed trees, they race, a duo intertwined with the night itself. Chan’s movements are a dance of fluidity, his four-legged stride keeping him tantalizingly out of reach of the vampire tailing him. In this frantic chase, coherent thought takes a backseat, the transformation nudging him off the precipice of his emotions, pushing him beyond the limits of the distress he had silently carried for so long.

Run…further…escape

He comes to a sudden halt, spinning around with a ferocious snap at his younger sibling. The warning is clear: back off. Felix narrowly dodges the hybrid's gnashing teeth, a lethal venom just a breath away. "Are you out of your mind, brother?" The words explode from the white-haired vampire's lips, a mix of anger and disbelief.

Of course he is.

Crouching down, the wolf-vampire hybrid prepares to strike again. His chest vibrates with low, guttural growls, his eyes blazing a brilliant shade of yellow-gold, locking onto Felix's. The white-haired vampire squares his stance, readying himself for the imminent clash. The forest crackles with the sound of snapping branches, a growing distraction for Chan. His head whips around, trying to pinpoint the origin of the impending threat. Felix's quick thinking proves a heartbeat ahead.

He shouts, "Now!"

With astonishing force, Hyunjin plummets from above, crashing onto his brother. Their bodies collide with a deafening thud, the impact jolting them both into the earth. Hyunjin's cherry-red hair is a wild halo around his head, sticking to his sweat-sheened skin. He wraps his arms around the wolf's body, muscles straining as he squeezes with relentless intensity. The ribs crack under the pressure, and the wolf crumples to the ground, a pitiful whimper escaping its helpless form.

"He was going to bite me!" Felix's words carry a mix of shock and disbelief.

"But he didn't," Hyunjin replies, his voice tinged with a touch of sympathy as he kneels beside his older brother. He can't help but feel for the unconscious wolf. "So he was definitely in his right mind."

The two brothers return, Chan's limp form draped over Hyunjin's shoulder. They skirt around the others, aiming for the basement entrance. However, as they emerge, you happen to be leaving another room. Your eyes widen at the sight of them, dirt-streaked and with dried blood on Hyunjin's pale arms. Jisung, sensing your instinctive reaction, grasps your arm.

"He's still alive," Hyunjin assures, walking past you and into the basement's lockdown room. Felix follows wordlessly, locking the door behind them. The room is sparsely furnished: a wooden chair, a table against the wall, and two light-tight coffins that can only be locked or unlocked from within. Hyunjin gently lowers Chan to the dirt-covered floor, his gaze connecting with Felix's as they both look down at their elder sibling.

"Looks like we're extending our stay," Hyunjin states, leaving Felix behind as he locks the door and heads out.

"What happened, Hyunjin?" Your voice trembles with concern as the red-haired vampire emerges into the hall. Your heartbeat races, the scent of fear surrounding you. It's evident that you genuinely care for his brother – a sentiment he finds endearing.

"We're not entirely sure yet," Hyunjin begins, his words measured. "But he'll be alright. His body will heal over the next few hours, and he'll wake up in his human form – sore, hungry, and weak."

"So, that means we're stuck here another day?" Jisung sighs in frustration. "Someone reached out to me from purgatory. They know where we are."

"And they're not here yet," Hyunjin replies calmly. "We don't know their exact location. It's wiser to stay holed up here rather than be caught off guard in the woods while we're vulnerable."

"But we'll need to gather our belongings. We leave at dusk."

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Every passing minute seems to stretch out longer than the one before, as you sit cross-legged on the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket that clings to your shoulders. The flickering candlelight on the bedside table casts dancing shadows, and you fix your gaze on its gentle dance. There are merely a couple of hours left before the sun completes its ascent, marking the dawning of a new day. Jisung, ahead of the curve, chose to retire early, aiming to rise earlier to prepare protective spells for the upcoming journey. Across the room, he slumbers with innocent, peaceful snores, a poignant reminder that another mortal stands in the fight alongside you. Another heart beats, another set of lungs breathes, finding reprieve in sleep, a rare solace in tumultuous times.

The doorknob turns, the door creaks open slowly, revealing Chan – in his human form. He treads lightly, careful not to disturb either of you. His posture relaxes visibly as he closes the door, spotting your silhouette illuminated by the candle's glow. He moves toward you, sliding onto the bed, laying on his back, his gaze fixed on you. Moments pass in silent exchange before he breaks the silence.

"Can't sleep?"

"Too worried," you yawn, fatigue tugging at your words. The mere mention of rest ignites the drowsiness that had been at bay all night. Operating against your natural diurnal rhythm is a challenge, and the pregnancy compounds the exhaustion.

"You can rest now. I'm alright."

Something about his tone feels off.

"Why did you run off like that?" you inquire.

He shrugs, "Just needed some air."

Your brow furrows, a nagging suspicion taking root. "You needed air, so you – transformed into a wolf and ran off." The words sound implausible even as they leave your lips.

"Yeah," he replies, as though it's the most logical thing, his fingers lacing together over his chest.

“Why are you doing this right now?”

“Doing what?”

“Stop talking to me like I’m fucking dumb,” you snap, the weight of unspoken tension in the air pushing your patience. “You transformed and ran outside of the protection barrier, risked all of us getting caught, because you ‘needed some air’, Chris, if you’re gonna be anything right now, be fucking for real.” Your temper ignites, an unexpected surge of anger.

But then again, don't you have the right to be furious?

He remains silent, staring forward, immune to your rising frustration. It builds within you, an overwhelming urge to provoke a reaction, to make him open up. It's like he's pressing deliberately on your buttons.

“You just weren’t going to tell me you’re having a girl? That I have a–” He stops, feeling himself getting emotional before he finishes his sentence, “-daughter? Out of all the things to keep from me…”

Your gaze darts to Jisung's form and back again, realizing he's discovered the secret. "What?" you manage to utter.

“How about you do me the favor of being fucking for real for once, yeah?” He finally looks up at you, and you can hardly believe it, he’s…

Angry.

His tone cuts through you unexpectedly, cold and unforgiving. You’re on the receiving end of his anger and it feels like total isolation.

“I–” You struggle to speak, “I didn’t keep it from you on purpose–”

“So you kept it from me by accident?”

The way he retorts back makes you feel dumb; like nothing you’re saying is making any sense. Caught between maintaining Jisung's secret and exposing everything to prevent Chan from assuming the worst, you're at a crossroads.

“No! I just, I didn’t tell you–”

"Because I asked her not to," Jisung's voice breaks through, his back still turned. He's been listening from the moment Chan entered the room. The medallion around his neck and his innate vigilance kept him alert, even in slumber. “The gumiho, he told me I’m losing my power, its leaking from jumping back and forth between here and purgatory.” He says with a sigh, “He told me I could pass it onto another witch, and the only one strong enough is your daughter. That’s how I found out. I told the little witch and told her I didn’t want anyone else to know. I didn’t want anyone worrying about me,” A tear glistens as it trails down his cheek, soaking into his pillow. His tone remains steady despite the emotional admission. “This is about us getting to Abysmora and breaking this curse.”

The realization hangs heavy in the air, Chan absorbing Jisung's confession. "Jisung, does that mean –"

"This body is my final stop."

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In the quiet embrace of the dimly lit bedroom, the first tendrils of morning light timidly kiss the edges of the curtains drawn shut. Hyunjin lays sprawled on the soft sheets, his chest still beneath Lysandra’s head, which rests on him like a cozy cushion of ebony locks. His chin nestles atop her head, a touch that speaks of an intimacy both new and treasured.

The room exhales a sense of tranquility in the chaos, almost as if time itself had paused to savor this moment. The air holds a delicate blend of warmth and cautioned vulnerability, the space between them woven with invisible threads of the building blocks of trust. Lysandra's fingers dance upon Hyunjin’s bare skin, each caress akin to a soothing lullaby, while her ears absorb the symphony of silence in the absence of his heartbeat.

With the window shut tight against the impending dawn, the outside world seems distant, allowing them to cocoon themselves in a bubble of shared existence. Their murmured words float through the air, carried by whispers of unspoken feelings.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Hyunjin's voice, soft as a lover's sigh, bears a touch of concern that ripples through the room.

Lysandra lets out a contented sigh, her breath brushing against his chest. “More than comfortable. It’s like I belong here. We’ve just met, it's…strange.”

His fingers gently toy with her thick, interwoven tresses that spread across his chest, like midnight rivers flowing against the contours of his form. “You do belong here,” his whispered response carries a warmth that stands in stark contrast to the icy touch of his skin.

A languid smile curves Lysandra's lips as she lifts her head to meet his gaze. His eyes, the deep hues of an endless ocean, lock onto hers with a yearning he thought forgotten. “I’ll have to leave tonight; and I may die when this is all said and done.”

Lysandra’s chin rests on his bare chest, his hooded jacket lazily unzipped halfway. Freshly washed and half dried crimson strands of hair have escaped the messy ponytail from earlier. She asks, “What will you do then?”

He shrugs, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling. "I haven't been to Hell yet, so I'll decide when I'm there. My mother will be there too," a small grin tugs at his lips as he envisions the reunion.

“That much is true.” she replies, recalling his emotional reaction upon seeing his mother's reflection in the spilled blood. "Hell is an abyss of darkness, damp and foreboding. The creatures are violent, driven by insatiable hunger. Having someone you trust could make it marginally more bearable, but the struggle is eternal."

"Sounds a bit like purgatory," Hyunjin muses, his words accompanied by a thoughtful smile. "The only difference is, I've had a little practice."

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The climate beyond Lysandra's secure haven hangs heavy with an expectant hush, a silence that seems to stretch infinitely through the expanse of the forest. The moon, a pale sentinel in the sky, casts its ethereal glow across the landscape, transforming trees into imposing silhouettes and the earth into a tapestry of enigmas. Together, you all gather within the softly lit embrace of the sitting room.

Chan, adjusts the straps of his bag. The mantle of leadership rests heavily on his shoulders as he calculates the dangers of the imminent journey. After the conversation last night with Jisung and you, he now bears the weight of understanding the burden his friend has been silently carrying.

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“Jisung, as soon as there’s enough power lost, I can just turn you.”

"I'm not sure if that's the path I want to take just yet," the witch replies. "The little witch and I have discussed it endlessly, but it's all too overwhelming to consider right now."

"Jisung, are you afraid of dying?"

His response hangs in the air, his drowsy eyes fixed on the floor.

"Do you mean really dying? Permanently?" The thought quickens his heartbeat, the realization of all he'd leave behind when his existence ceases.

"Yeah, I am."

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And he too, made a promise to you both, to keep Jisung's secret, a pact forged under the shadow of the curse and the impending Full Moon. Chan's touch turns you gently, his hands adjusting your backpack before zipping it up. An arm envelops your shoulders, drawing you close, and his lips press tenderly against your hair.

He can never forgive himself for everything he’s put you through.

Felix moves with a quiet intensity, his eyes scanning the room as he double-checks their supplies, every movement being made with a precision born from years of living on the edge. Restlessness simmers beneath the surface of his composed demeanor. He’s been anxious to get back out and on the move again, and still remained curious about whether or not they’d encounter another freak occurrence of Hyunjin’s conjure, or even a way to open up his own. His fingers trace the contours of their equipment, his gestures measured and practiced, a silent symphony of preparation that only someone intimately familiar with danger could orchestrate.

Jisung leans against a wall, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, catching every flicker of movement and every change while Santiago seems to hover on the edge of their group, his presence a constant reminder of the tangled web of allegiances that wove through everyone’s lives.

The woods beckon with an eerie allure, the darkness harboring both danger and secrets none of you could fathom.

Chan's discerning gaze catches a subtle exchange between Lysandra and Hyunjin, standing poised at the doorway. The unspoken glances exchanged between the two trigger his intuition, prompting a mental note of the interaction. He breaks the silence, his voice carrying a sense of gratitude and respect, “Lysandra, you’ve been gracious to us during our unexpected stay. We’re in your debt.”

“Pay me back by getting the job done. Don’t make all of this for nothing.” she retorts, her words a reminder of the stakes at hand. You all gradually move outside, the weight of Lysandra's words lingering in the air.

"Hyunjin," her voice reaches out, catching his attention. He turns, his thumb hooked onto the strap of his bag.

"Stay out of trouble."

A fleeting smile graces Hyunjin's lips, a gesture imbued with both confidence and humility.

"I'll do my best."

As he resumes his path, the smile fades, replaced by the mask of stoicism he often wears. The undertow of his emotions pulls him back into his usual demeanor. There's no avoiding the truth – he's stepping purposefully into trouble, confronting the storm of challenges head-on.

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The forest takes on a sharper chill around you, a testament to the elevation gain and the mounting coldness of the night. The demanding hike stirs your body into a comforting warmth, despite the newfound coldness. The terrain has transformed, becoming more rugged and challenging. Jagged rocks pepper the path, and the thick snarl of tree roots requires your unwavering attention, forcing you to keep your eyes on the ground beneath your feet. The world around you seems to blur as you navigate the labyrinth of natural obstacles, temporarily forsaking the luxury of scanning your surroundings.

Jisung and Santiago have conjured a spectral wolf, a silent sentinel that haunts the distance, undisturbed for over an hour. It's a reassuring sign that the immediate path ahead appears clear of threats, at least for the time being.

Hyunjin preoccupies himself with keeping an eye on Santiago, since he hasn’t informed his brothers of his earlier discovery.

Not yet,

He thinks to himself.

It wouldn’t make sense yet.

He’s going to allow the rest of you to focus on keeping the group safe from outsiders, and he’ll keep an eye on what’s still going on inside of the circle.

“This feels familiar, we’re a little ahead of schedule.” Santiago remarks as the group emerges into a clearing, his voice carrying a note of contemplation. He scans the expansive darkness that surrounds you all, a boundless expanse that seems to stretch endlessly.

“Always a good thing.” Chan responds with a measured nod. He tests the air with a cautious sniff, drawing conclusions from the scents carried by the breeze. “Nothing’s been here recently but wolves have been through here at one time or another.”

“This spot is heavily populated by rival packs but they’re after each other for the most part.” Santiago explains, shedding light on the dynamics of the land. “They seek refuge up here so they can transform more often, which also makes them a hell of a lot more feral.”

“Any hybrids?” Chan asks.

"Hard to determine," Santiago replies, his tone tinged with honesty. The passage you tread now to Abysmora had faded from his memory over the centuries, but its distinct sensations remained etched within him. Elevation shifts and subtle changes in the air characterized your progress.

“According to the plan we’re three hours out, and Santiago says we’re ahead of schedule–”

Jisung's voice interjects, the subtle shift in his tone indicating unease. "Something's off." His words hang in the air, a perplexing statement without further explanation.

“Elaborate?” Felix inquires, the group's formation tightening as Hyunjin positions himself at your side, adding an extra layer of security.

Jisung furrows his brow, struggling to put his intuition into words. "I can't pinpoint it. Whatever I sensed before, it's... gone." His gaze sweeps the surroundings, a mixture of frustration and concern knitting his features.

"Did anyone else feel it?" Santiago poses the question, urging the group to share any similar experiences. He leads the way alongside Chan, the urgency of the journey leaving little room for prolonged discussion.

All shake their heads, their agreement carried in a collective, subtle gesture.

“That doesn’t make Jisung’s sense any less valid.” Felix says, “His abilities aren’t like ours, who knows what he can detect?”

“Felix is right,” Chan agrees, “Jisung take the front, if you feel it again, let us know.” Chan swaps positions with Jisung, positioning himself on your left side. The pace quickens, and you struggle to keep up. The fatigue from the previous hike lingers, your feet sensitive to every impact on the uneven terrain. Ankle-twisting missteps plague each stride.

"How are you holding up?" Chan asks as he glances at you, adjusting the strap of his bag. The physical toll is evident, and he recognizes the strain you're under.

"Managing," you reply, the words punctuated by breaths. It's a struggle to form coherent sentences and maintain the pace. The aching burn in your limbs and the resistance of your body is met with a determined will. "For now," you add, acknowledging the reality of your physical limitations.

Chan sees right through you, but doesn’t argue back. He’s been listening to you and the baby’s heartbeat the entire time intermittently focusing on the sounds around him and zeroing in on the inner workings of your body, bringing him an increased sense of determination. He can tell that, despite how much you were pushing against your limit, you can still go a little further before he has to step in and stop you from burning yourself out. He might not appreciate this trial by fire approach, but his centuries of existence have taught him the pragmatic necessity of rapid strength-building for the challenges that loom ahead.

“Good news is, this will be our next to last stop. Just a couple of hours left to go.” Chan announces, his voice projecting a sense of reassurance.

It takes you another hour before you’re riding Chan the rest of the way. The journey remains relatively uneventful, the absence of looming danger easing your surprise as Chan crouches to place you back on solid ground when you arrive at a quaint log cabin, smoke gracefully rising from its chimney. The dwelling lacks ornate gardens and showcases boarded-up windows, giving it an air of simplicity.

Santiago knocks, and the door opens to reveal a frail, aged man. Thick bifocal lenses adorn his face, but he stands tall, matching Santiago's stature. "A bit early, aren't we? Well, come in, come in. The pack's still out hunting, but you can make yourselves at home." The man guides you inside. The cabin is a single-room haven, devoid of extravagance. A rustic fireplace takes center stage, flanked by a simple couch and a well-worn rocking chair. A small kitchenette occupies a corner, and herbs dangle from the ceiling, in the process of being dried.

"Since you've come this far, an introduction is in order, right? I'm Leo, the last remaining elder of the Equinox clan," he declares, setting the stage for a round of introductions.

Leo reveals a basement chamber, a safe sanctuary for you all to rest. The room isn’t much but a few sleeping bags scattered about, but it offers warmth and security. You gratefully sink onto a sleeping bag, providing solace to your aching muscles. As the others settle in, Felix extracts another book from his belongings, seating himself cross-legged on the floor. He methodically flips through its pages, absorbed in his study.

“How many times are you gonna go through that thing? Most of it is in an entirely different language.” Jisung comments, peeling off his boots and placing them neatly by the entrance.

Felix raises his gaze to meet Jisung's. "Until I find an answer."

“Here you go–”

“The Full Moon is in twelve days, and the cursed aren’t going to be the only ones dealing with its energy. I’m figuring out how it’ll affect other supes on our way to Abysmora; and even more important, we’ll be right in the crux of it on the way back.”

Hyunjin stands up, “I’m going outside for a smoke before Dawn.”

He departs without a whisper of resistance, and as the door swings shut behind him, a subtle exchange of glances transpires between Felix and Chan. When Hyunjin resorts to smoking, it serves as an unspoken testament to the mounting pressure of the impending Full Moon. This act, a rarity in recent weeks, signifies a subtle admission of the weight bearing down upon him.

With a gesture towards the backpack nestled at Jisung's side, Chan's voice commands attention, resonating with purpose. "Pass me the salve," he requests, his words carrying a sense of assurance. Jisung complies, leaning in to hand over the salve. Guided by Chan's prompting, you reposition yourself, your legs finding a perch upon his lap. Gently leaning back onto your hands, you set the stage for what comes next.

As the greasy salve graces Chan's palms, a warmth emanates from the friction, exceeding the chill of his own icy skin. This tangible juxtaposition invokes a sensation as soothing as the gradual kneading of the salve into your skin. Instantaneously, pain yields to relief, a sigh of contentment drawn from your lips as his skilled fingers trace soothing circles across your calves and feet.

Curiosity prompts your inquiry, your voice laced with genuine interest. "What's the Equinox clan?" you query, the rhythmic rhythm of his hands continuing their dance upon your skin. The salve's aroma permeates the air, wrapping around your senses as he responds, the knowledge he imparts a captivating narrative.

"The Equinox clan," Chan begins, “are a clan of very old, very powerful wolves. Purebred too, they don’t mix with vampires. I thought they died out over a century ago though, didn’t they Felix?” His gaze turns to Felix, a silent prompt for his input.

Felix, engrossed in his tome, surfaces from his reading to contribute. “A few broke off and started a subclan with hybrids and came back to overthrow the hierarchy, wanting to make it a hybrid only clan. The rumor was that they died off, but if they’ve moved up here in the mountains, that would explain why nobody knows they still exist. A calculated move, I presume, to safeguard their secrecy.”

Santiago's presence, while seemingly passive, absorbs this exchange. For him, this mission is a final tether to the Lee family, a debt waiting to be settled. The scent of frankincense, however, strikes a peculiar chord, his senses picking up on its distinctive fragrance. A quizzical expression crosses his face as he wipes at his nose, the scent almost invasive.

"Frankincense?" he questions, shielding his nose in response to the intensified scent. A realization dawns upon him as he gazes at the scene unfolding, a bemused smile curving his lips. "Is that...frankincense?" The salve, the vessel of the scent, enters his realization.

Chan offers a knowing smile, casting a brief glance over his shoulder. “Sure is, Jisung makes it special, takes away pain instantly. She is human, you know.” He says. Santiago's response is a huff, accompanied by a swift exit, his discomfort palpable. You glance back and forth between them, the intrigue escalating.

"What's the issue with frankincense?" you inquire, genuinely unaware of the implications.

“Its one of a few ingredients that drive demons away.” Jisung says with a chuckle.

“Really? Well, I’m not a witch, I had no idea.” Chan says with a half-hearted shrug that indicates he very much does know the effects frankincense has on demons.

“Its very obvious you two have it out for each other, brother.” Felix, his attention on the banter, interjects, his tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and irony. “Play nice until we get back home, then you can rip his throat out for all I care.”

Chan's response is laced with dry humor, delivered amidst his ministrations. "Playing nice isn't exactly my forte," he quips. The application of the salve halts momentarily, his senses detecting a shift in the environment—multiple wolf scents in close proximity. "Seems like his 'pack' has rejoined us. I can detect six of them."

Hyunjin's sudden reappearance through the door startles you, his form settling onto a sleeping bag. His voice, infused with a tinge of disgust, breaks the silence, the momentary break in his stoicism marked by a twisted expression. “I’ll never complain about your scent again, it's so much worse with a purebred.” he remarks, his expression a portrait of unfiltered distaste.

A sudden knock on the hatch followed by it being opened pierces the quiet ambiance. The sound echoes through the room, catching everyone’s attention. A woman draped in a hooded cloak comes down the stairs carefully, pushing it back off of her head to reveal eyes as brown as your own, with an echo of familiarity that resonates deeply in your soul.

“Sorry I’m late–” her words begin, a soft-spoken utterance that hangs in the air as her gaze sweeps the room, finally alighting upon you. Time seems to freeze, the air thickening with anticipation and disbelief. It’s as if the world narrows down to the two of you, every breath suspended in the charged space between your eyes.

The woman’s gaze, like yours, holds a mirror to your own astonishment. A moment stretches into eternity as you both drink in the sight of each other. Trembling, you rise from your spot, your steps unsteady as you approach her. Each footfall is a heartbeat, a rhythm that echoes the thundering pulse in your chest. The room fades away, the others mere spectators to a reunion you thought impossible.

“Lyra,” your voice quivers as you utter her name.

She offers a tentative smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she hugs you.

Felix’s book remains untouched, forgotten in his hands as he witnesses the poignant encounter. He’s transported back to the night in the woods, to the wallet and the aged photograph it contained. The recollection of that moment juxtaposes with the reality before him, and a sense of incredulity colors his thoughts.

"It's really you, Y/N," she breathes, her voice a delicate tremor, infused with wonder and disbelief. Her words encapsulate the enormity of this reunion, transcending mere spoken syllables.

Jisung clears his throat, a gentle reminder that reality beckons beyond this ephemeral oasis. Still reeling, you step aside, compelled to make way for words that had been held at bay. "I—I can't believe it," you begin, your voice revealing the lingering traces of scattered thoughts, "I can't believe I'm saying this but—"

"This is my sister."

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welcome to aurora bay, [CASSIUS BANKS]! i couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MICHAEL B. JORDAN]. you must be the [THIRTY FIVE] year old [OWNER OF THE GOLDEN HOUR LOUNGE]. word is you’re [DIRECT] but can also be a bit [BRAZEN] and your favorite song is [GOOSEBUMPS BY TRAVIS SCOTT]. i also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. i’m sure you’ll love it!

BASICS.

NAME: cassius akia banks.

BIRTHDAY: december 3rd.

GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis-male, he/him.

TIME LIVED IN TOWN: four years.

OCCUPATION: owner of the golden hour lounge.

FAMILY: denzel banks (father), serena taylor (mother), tyra taylor (half-sibling, younger), colby foxx (son, has no relationship with).

POSITIVE TRAITS: direct, bold, confident.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: brazen, harsh, arrogant.

NEIGHBOURHOOD: officially ocean crest apartments, but honestly? wherever he wakes up.

FC: michael b. jordan.

PART OF: @aurorabayaesthetic.

BABY BIO.

tw. DUI / drug mentions / child abandonment / car accident + injury / prison / pregnancy / break-up.

born in queens, new york to a mother who, at barely turned seventeen, thought she was too young to want him and a father who would have been a deadbeat if it wasn't for an overbearing mother of his own.

denzel banks was forced to step up, serena taylor got to run into the sunset — and cassius wasn't to see her again until many years later.

growing up with his father wasn't much different to growing up without his mother. it was his grandmother who showed interest in him, denzel was too busy living out his late teens and early 20s getting into the kind of trouble that kept cassus' grandmother up at night.

by nine years old his father was on his second stint of jail-time, the first time was punishment for a second DUI, second a harsher charge for drug related offences. denzel swears it wasn't him, that his so-called friends had drawn him the short straw and stabbed him in the back.

by thirteen his father a free man once more, and now at thirty-one years old denzel finally wanted something to do with his son. promising to turn things around. he got a job, saved up, got them a tiny two bed apartment.

cassius was never great academically but what he lacked in academic success he made up for in sporting ability.

he was fifteen when his mother turned up at his football game. he was showing promise, and if he was going to be recruited into college football she wanted a front seat.

little did she know cassius had also found out what skirt chasing meant, and, much to the dismay of denzel seeing his son turn down a road that felt all too similar to his own, cass spent any time he wasn't on the football field hanging out with his heathen friends.

serena left again, but not before telling him she was sorry that she didn't want him and how she was married now, with another child - a daughter named tyra.

a failed drugs test ended his dreams of college football, which only pushed him further into his group of friends, at seventeen he truly was following in the footsteps of denzel, he was either high, drunk, or fucking around with the latest person that had caught his eye.

graduating high school by the skin of his teeth, the threat of being kicked out sent him to his best friends couch. though, he didn't spend many nights there. he had dates on rotation.

the next few years seemed like a blur, barely speaking to his father or grandmother, he skipped from job to job, delivery guy, cashier, bartender.

at twenty-six he met his ex-girlfriend, dating for three years before she excitedly announced she was pregnant thinking he'd propose. he broke up with her and had tinder re-downloading before he'd even finished packing a bag to leave. he's seen her twice since — returning once for court appointed paternity and child maintenance rulings, and the second time he accidentally run into her (and colby) whilst visiting his grandmother. (he didn't quite skip town as much as he skipped neighbourhoods, moving in with a friend from brooklyn).

at twenty-eight, with nothing to truly keep them in NY he and his buddy decided to travel across america, they did it as cheaply as possible and worked odd jobs across the way.

it was near the end of their travelling that they ended up in aurora bay. cass' got a job as a bartender and when his friend decided it was time to move back to NY cassius decided to stay in aurora bay.

finding a roommate and settling in was fairly easy, working jobs was easy, he was happy living a simple life. hadn't amounted to much, but he suspected that had always been on the cards for him.

that changed when one evening on his way home he got knocked down by a car running a red light. turned out to be a doordash delivery driver, and twelve months of litigation later he'd sued them out of half a million dollars. — you wouldn't think being run over by a car would be considered a perk, but for cassius it sure was. aside from the TBI & months of rehab for his various injuries.

he used that money to put a downpayment on golden hour lounge, a place he'd once worked at that had recently gone up for sale. money spent on that didn't leave him with enough cash to move out of ocean crest, much to his dismay.

it's only been a couple of months since he took over the ownership and he has no real idea of what he's doing, but theres enough money coming in to keep his head above water, and for now, thats enough for him.

FACTS.

has a five year old son called colby that he's met twice, what he knows of him is via stalking his ex' instagram.

head injury from his accident left him colourblind, it also changed his personality somewhat. prior to it, he was a gentle flirt with fear of any responsibility, yet harmless. now he's somewhat brutal, happy to speak his mind without filter. will tell you you're a fuck up (which, coming from him sure is something), it's left him semi-quick to anger and he attempts to placate that with running & high energy workouts.

drinks a lot less than he did pre-accident (he’s not sober & will happily have a drink / go out with his friends / drink with a date, but he’s not binging for the sake of it, won’t drink every night he’s at the lounge). took up smoking though & stopped partaking in illegal substances (for the most part, what was a regular occurrence is now a ‘special occasions’).

has no idea what he's doing half the time, lives on vibes alone.

is truly trying to get his shit together and grow up. owning the lounge is step one.

has ghosted more people than he can count, does not do well with responsibility.

has actually been hit by a car twice (the first was some girl named fiona trying to park in ocean crest), he's hoping a third doesn't happen and lives every day just a little further from the edge of the sidewalk.

used to change jobs like t-shirts.

CONNECTIONS.

bully of @lunarakuzgun.

employer of @joey-madani & @cavenshh ( + she's testing his ability to keep saying no to those short skirts).

once employee of @santiagodeleons, @pcrdita (+ gym bro) & @borawinters.

once got tapped by @fionaosmvn's car outside ocean crest, @mackmontgomery was her passenger.

@cricketcampbell thinks it was her doordash that got him run over.

friend of / once upon a time hook-up of @ponderosus.

friend of @maxxyrobinson, @charlcyboy.

appreciates @annthcmpscn.

friend of @atticus-cortes / atticus was first on the scene after cassius' accident.

pain in @delilahcarreno's ass.

roommate of @sebitorres.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

(brief because they’re just suggestions & i’m certainly open to anything not here!!)

his half-sister, or any other siblings.

his ex-girlfriend from queens / mother of his child. **heavy plotting / will probably look at filling this once he’s more established here. but we can discuss!

someone he dated in aurora bay that he actually really liked, but they broke up for w/e reason (could be his accident / personality change - he handles it better now, but right after he was v quick to anger & those frustrations would have been difficult to deal with). **requires plotting

unlikely friend(s) that helped him go around daily life after his accident, took him to appointments / physio / sat up with him at 3am when he woke up in a cold sweat / this person (or people) have seen him at his worst which for cass’ is embarrassing, but he also knew he needed the help.

roommate(s), he spent literally every penny he had on the downpayment on the lounge.

former bosses, cassius worked various jobs in aurora bay (bar work, cashier, waiting tables) before buying the lounge.

someone whose happy to test out his cocktail creations. some are just the normal dirty martini, others are his own creations. he’s working on the cocktail menu, but had to learn the basics from youtube.

former co-workers, cass has tried his hand at many jobs in the past and none of them have really stuck.

PLATONIC / FRIENDLY.

besties (he's intolerable except on odd occasions) / ride or die / sibling like friends / unlikely friends / new friends / friends from NY / workout friends / neighbours.

ROMANTIC.

blind date / one night stand(s) / flirtationship / tinder matches / fwbs / we dated but it didn't quite work out (was probably dating four of y'all at once).

NEGATIVE.

former friends / frenemies / enemies / fake friends / people chasing him down because he ghosted them / people he probably owes money to.

#biography.#aurorabay.intro

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