#something something chase and thirteen siblings something something

[greghatecrimes]

an addition to the “chase and thirteen accidentally call house dad” crack series of posts: thirteen and chase decide to prank house for christmas. together they buy him a mug that says “world’s shittiest dad”. thirteen also gifts him a hat that says “women want me, fish fear me” and chase gets him one of those obnoxiously patterned vacation dad button down shirts. cuddy is horrified when house shows up to work the day after christmas wearing cargo shorts, sunglasses, sandals, the hat, and the ugliest shirt she’s ever seen, drinking coffee with a little umbrella in it from a brand new “world’s shittiest dad” mug.

(addition: there is now art of this, omg!)

[2dieavirgin]

the prodigal son

[all-pacas]

s5.10

THIRTEEN: I wanted [my mother] to die. She just… yelled. So much. And for no reason. Just screamed at me in front of my friends. My father tried to explain to me that her brain was literally shrinking, that she didn't mean it, that it was the disease. But I didn't care. I hated her. I never said goodbye. And she died with me hating her.

s8.9

CHASE: My dad left me alone to to care for my alcoholic mum and raise my baby sister. I was just a teenager. I spent half my time changing diapers and the other half cleaning up my mum's vomit. […] Mum died after a few years. It was ugly and painful and she went with me hating her. […] So do I wish mum had used a gun instead of a bottle? Yes.

[viperixsworld]

GUTS, luke castellan x oc(prologue)

summary: where an aphordite daugther falls for this lying hermes boy.

disclaimer: english is not my firt language.

We don't get to choose who we fall in love with.

Arianne knew that. She believed it to her core. Love was something magical and illogical. Her own father, said it when he told her about her mom. Apparently, she was a beautiful young woman that crossed paths with Nicholas Deveraux (her father) during his travels in Europe before officially settle down in the family business in Chicago.

Everyone expected that Nicholas would come back from Europe with a bad tan and a few souvenirs, not a freaking newborn baby daugther.

Nicholas was a loving father, but not a really smart man. That is It's one of the reasons she didn't question when a man showed up at her Chicago home, offering her only daughter a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school.

Arianne came to camp half-blood when she was thirteen years old. After some encounters with several monsters, Chiron himself went to her doorstep in Chicago to get her to camp.

Nevertheless, during her arrival there was an incident. An incident involving three more demigod, a satire and a cyclops.

Arianne was claimed a few weeks after the attack, same as the two demigos that survived. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, and Annabeth Chase, daugther of Atenea.

And let me tell you, Arianne Deveraux didn't choose to fall for the son of the Traveler. It was fate, or maybe was her mother ? She wasn't really sure. They started off as friends, adapting to camp at same time, being the same age, having the same friends.

Arianne was a nice, generous and beautiful girl, she was the perfect definition of an Aphordite daugther. Everyone that knew her personally (and even those who didn't) held her close to their hearts. Knowing that if you had to trust someone, you could trust Arianne Deveraux.

It was also a flaw, being the goodie older sister of Camp Half-blood.

At sixteen, she was named captain of Aphordite cabin. At the same time, Luke Castellan was named captain of Hermes cabin. They started to spend more time together, attending bonefire together, sparring together... Then the gifts started, Luke liked how her eyes would shine everytime she opened a present, no matter how stupid or simple. He would get her little details, It was his way of showing love, his love language, and her siblings would beg her to ask Luke to please, please, get them things for the cabin.

On the othet hand, Arianne would be (even without her knowing) the best of the presents for Luke. She was kind and beautiful, and gave him all the attetion he craved. And even Annabeth liked her, and would let her do her hair when she was tired. She was a part of their little, broken family.

Sometimes, Ari would cover up for Luke, when he sneak out to get things for other half-bloods and for himself. Like a PlayStation or some chess board for Annabeth, or his little presents for Ari.

Sometimes, Luke would sneak her in the Big House, to use the phone to talk to her father.

Every friday night, the would sit in the shore of the lake, to talk about everything or to be completly silent. Every time the scar on Luke's face hurt, Ari would stay by his side and try to ease the pain. Every time Ari felt like the stress of carring everyones problems and her owns, Luke was there to relieve her.

They were partners in crime, always there for each other.

That, until an enemy emerges from the shadows and resentment.

That, until one betrays the other.

Until Arianne Deveraux feels love and hate in her guts.

[jnnul]

first love chronicles

first love comes in all shapes and forms. and every single one of them is every as beautiful as the rest. i have poured my soul into each one of these so i hope that you find love in these, for each of these stories have been filled with it.

something about these mirrors

you and shotaro have always been friendly with each other. as in, you have to be friends with each other because you've been each others' dance partner for the past twelve years. it's as though no matter how old you grow, how many different styles you try, or even how far apart you move, the two of you always manage to find each other on the dance floor. it's a blessing and a curse but when a dance competition for charity brings the two of you together after years apart, something about the way your body moves with his makes shotaro rethink all your years of dancing together.

find love here: still searching for love

mr. brawn and ms. brain

you hate athletes. eunseok is an athlete. eunseok is in love with you. it doesn't take a genius to see that there's an issue with this equation. after a one-sided love for the past three years, eunseok is saved when the two of you are partnered to work on an english project together. which means that eunseok's first step of getting you to fall in love with him is done. next step: get you to give him the time of day...

find love here

why ares fell in love with aphrodite

sometimes first love doesn't come in the form of sandbox friendships or in shared popsicles under sweltering sun. sometimes, first love is the smell of diesel from revving engines. or the feeling of cool beer cans under your fingertips. or the look in someone's eyes when you know that you shouldn't be caught dead with them. sometimes, when first love is learning that ares fell in love with aphrodite because love can be just dangerous as war.

find love here: still searching for love

listening to the ocean with the seashell you brought from home

there's something about permanent fixtures in life. parents, best friends...siblings. and sometimes most importantly, siblings' best friends. park wonbin has always shone a little too bright. the kind of bright that gives you butterflies, even though you know that he's never meant it in that way. you've loved wonbin from the day your brother had brought him home. so why is it that thirteen years later, you still love him?

find love here: might have found love...

and i feel it now

seunghan sees his kid sister as just that: a kid. he's always been the overprotective type, chasing his sister around with sweatpants to go over the micros she preferred. and by proxy, as her best friend, you've kinda always been someone that seunghan has felt protective and somewhat overbearing towards. but when he sees you for the first time in years at college graduation, seunghan is forced to face the reality that all the boundaries he'd created in his head were just in his head and that maybe he'd never quite seen you as the kid he'd always thought you'd be.

find love here: still searching for love

slip away

sohee knows two things: he wants to be a singer and he wants to grow old with you. he doesn't quite care about in which form that he grows old with you but sohee can't even imagine a world where you don't exist. you're just as necessary to him as food or water. but as the two of you grow older and start to grow apart, sohee understands that distance only makes the heart grow fonder and that he's been in love with a long damn time with you.

find love here: still searching for love

i like me better

there are a few givens in life: birth, death, and the fact that neither you or anton will ever confess your feelings to each other. even though the two of you have been in the same friend group for years, and everyone around you know not to make a move on either of you because you were spoken for, those three words would never come out. but then the summer that changes everything comes and you find yourself realizing that matters of the heart never stay hidden for too long.

find love here: still searching for love

[immeasurablesaladagere]

aw yeah requests open!!!

in the re!thirteen cg!cuddy headcanons you mentioned that thirteen actually told cuddy about regression as a liability thing and none of the others did. could you write headcanons/a fic for how she found out about each of them? also, does cuddy ever regress, because i can't picture that at all but i could probably be persuaded. thirteen and chase having Sibling Squabbles is everything to me also and i loved your chase sickfic

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Lol welcome to story time, House's team were all wildly irresponsible when it came to their regression (Also most of my fics aren't part of a connected universe or anything, so future fics might not match up with any of these headcanons).

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House was the first and was less of one grand discovery and more like several pieces all coming together over several months. He has a wide age range including teen years, which gives his usual pettiness a particular childish edge to it that felt out of place to Cuddy amongst his usual shenanigans. Stuff like stink/glitter bombs, gluing documents together, whoopee cushions, the whole thing. Eventually he slipped up enough that he was obviously speaking and acting differently in front of her and she called him on it. At first she thought it might be drugs or something, but the test she made him take came back clean (minus Vicodin). After that, House basically started an ARG and began seeding vague clues as to what was going on to see how long it would take her to figure it out. It took 3 weeks, and Cuddy chewed him out for over an hour about the liability nightmare he could have started, but reluctantly let it be when House made it clear he was still doing his job just fine (somehow).

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Chase came after House. It shouldn't come as a surprise that House knew about Chase's regression long before Cuddy did, and kept it a secret not because Chase wanted him to, but because the thought the inevitable reveal would be funnier that way. It wasn't really. Chase slipped in front of her for the first time at a work event involving alcohol when two other doctors sitting at their banquet table started arguing with each other. Chase had already drank enough to start feeling it, which did not help, and Cuddy followed him when he left abruptly. She found him hiding in a back hallway and on the edge of a panic attack, and all he would say to her was that he wanted his Mum. A quick call to House confirmed her suspicions, and she and Chase had a very awkward meeting the next work day. Of the team, Chase is one of the most likely to slip due to a sudden trigger (after House), and is generally on the younger side, so Cuddy made it very clear to him that if he wanted to keep his job he needed to stop whatever he was doing if he started feeling small in any way. She isn't too worried about House, Wilson, or the ducklings missing work because of how much overtime they put in, she just doesn't want a lawsuit.

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Cameron learned what regression was from Chase, and eventually she thought it was worth trying for her own stress. She did it alone at first, then later it was something she and Chase shared in while they were together. It's always been voluntary for her (minus one or two situations where she was so stressed she barely had to think about it), and she knew both Chase and House did it, so it wasn't really a big deal to her. She just dropped it casually in conversation in front of Cuddy before realizing Cuddy didn't know and wasn't supposed to. Her reaction was basically "Really? Is it all of you?" and another lecture about liability that House spent making faces mocking her over her shoulder to Cameron to get her to laugh.

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House just straight-up outed Wilson to Cuddy offhandedly while he was in the room with them. Cuddy isn't very surprised by now; she might not have been expecting Wilson necessarily, but why can't every one of her employees be regressors? Sure, that's fine. Not much of a lecture for Wilson, mostly because she took pity on him because he was absolutely mortified.

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Thirteen, considerate employee that she was, actually warned Cuddy when she was hired, and was shocked to find out that not only did Cuddy not care, but also that "You and the rest of the office, Hadley. It's fine, just don't let it affect you work.".

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Cuddy herself doesn't regress in any capacity. She's wound up being both an intentional and unintentional babysitter for most of the team at least once, and for House a little more consistently while they were together. Tired mom energy. Kind, understanding, but tired. She's also developed a slight spidey-sense for if someone on the team is regressed. It's not House-level accurate, but she's gotten good enough to call Chase or House out from across the room, and Wilson one time.

[misunhye]

MISUN WITH NCT DREAM

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note if you have anything you want to request for misun, please let me know!! <3

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.

masterlist.

[marc--chilton]

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

[oddlittlestories]

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.

[halfvvater]

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.

i.

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.

v.

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.

[greghatecrimes]

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”

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen ((you are here)) |

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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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[cassius-banks]

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.

[all-pacas]

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,

[musekicker]

New possible Loonatics unleashed kid ocs concepts. Mostly for Tech/Rev but also one for the poly group of Ace/Lexi/Duck. Still need to work out a lot about these ocs.

Chase: Oldest son of Rev and Tech, fifteen. Resembles a coyote more though his fur color a grey that has under tones of light purple to it. Generally the calmer of the two siblings, up until he out of the blue develop future sight powers. Often seen wearing a long, green coat.

Spark: youngest Tech/Rev sibling, around seven. Road runner in shape with brown and gold feathers. He has electricity powers.

Minerva: child of Ace/Lexi/Duck, thirteen. Minerva is a nonbinary rabbit with tan fur. They are chaotic and their power that is random in that their power has a different effect each time they use it. Most of the time it will be something small and not suitable for a fight but that's okay with them. They are just looking for mischief. Often seen wearing the most wild looking clothes.

[charmingdallas]

alan ritchson, gay, male + he/him, fighter «—◦—→ well met, dallas charming ! the godling born child of iris. it’s been thirty-eight years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their hardworking, appealing, + observant ? or will their  naive, mischievous, manipulative hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Dallas Tyler Charming nicknames: Charming date of birth: 04/27/1985 age: Thirty-Eight face claim: Alan Ritchson godly parent: Iris height: 6'2 dominant hand: Right education level: Masters Degree occupation: Reporter

parents: Austin and Virginia Charming. siblings: N/A pets: N/A

astrological sign: Taurus positive traits: Appealing, Observant, Hardworking, Kind-hearted . negative traits: Naive, Mischievous, Manipulative, Hard headed. habits: He has the habit of sitting back and watching everyone around him. He's not one who's quick to jump into rambunctious activities until he can get a lay of how everyone acts. quirks: His biggest quirk is he always has to have on his father's watch. It's a gold watch, and on the face of the clock is a rainbow shift of sorts. pet peeves: He has a thing against people who constantly fall short. He thrives with dependability, so when he comes to the conclusion you cannot be counted on, he's done. hobbies: Loves riding his motorcycle and has a thing for reading.

sexual orientation: Gay. sexual position: Vers.

clothing style: Over the years, his fashion had evolved. Typically, people could find him wearing form fitting jeans and tight t-shirts. He was known to spark up a blazer and a nice button up for certain occasions, but typically, he was dressed more casual. prominent features: His smile, his rather beefy chest, his muscles.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? He was chasing down a lead right at dawn. Just as he had come across a ground breaking piece of information for his story, something felt different. Almost like he'd found his calling.

class: Fighter. inspirations: Lois Lane from DC Comics, Dazzler from Marvel , Paige Matthews from Charmed, Frankie from Rizzoli and Isles, Tru Davies from Tru Calling. biography: Dallas was born to two hardworking, loving parents named Austin and Virginia in a small town outside of Denver, Colorado. It seemed rather fitting for them. His father was an ex-military man, and his mother, well, she was a very big free spirit. Something about her had captured his father's heart, made him softer than he appeared. Growing up, he always had that hard work could make anything happened instilled into him. Something both of his parents took very seriously. From a young age, it was clear he had a love for writing and reading. It was very rare someone didn't catch the boy with a book in hand or near him. Through adolescence, he began to venture out from his love for literature and found himself falling in love with sports and working out. From the age of thirteen, he started playing baseball. It became his great love. Hell, it was what took him all the way to college, but once he got there, suddenly, he found his heart torn between baseball and writing. At Colorado State, in-between games and practices, he was writing for the college paper. Helping explore and expose different things around campus. The jock had his name front line and centered for his work on the story of the collegiate sports teams illegal substance usage. That was what ended his time on the team pretty quick. As Virginia always told him, once a door closes, find that open window and soar. So, he continued on through college to obtain a masters degree in Journalism. Everyday that he walked into the newspaper where he worked, he had framed pieces from headlines he wrote, his degree and, well, a bunch of sticky notes. For years, he worked hard, fought against anything that came his way, and he made a name for himself as being one of the best damn journalists in the US. He felt that his calling was to tell and show the world the truth, the darkness, the light. That was until he found his true calling..