#two of my cousins (their mom is my mom’s sister) were raised catholic but switched to judaism at least 10 years ago

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two different rabbis directly to me + multiple places online: jewish imposter syndrome is real and is (to varying degrees) almost a universal experience in one way or another

me, who has been actively practicing for over nine months and taken multiple classes while also being halachically jewish by birth: i am the exception and am an imposter in jewish spaces and should feel bad about it. no i will not elaborate on why i believe this is true of me and no one else.

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), Domestic, Light Angst, Family Feels, Childhood Trauma, Adoption, Kid Fic, Adopted Children, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Marriage, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Are Parents, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Minor Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends Summary:

Eddie and Richie embark on the most terrifying experience of all—parenthood.

Or, the author desperately needed a domestic, family fix-it for Richie and Eddie.

Chapter IV: A trip to visit the extended Tozier family reveals mixed emotions for Richie and Eddie.

“So why can’t you sit with us?” Eddie asked for what seemed like the 500th time.

“Dude, I told you, I’m her sponsor,” Richie explained for what seemed like the 500th time.

“Sounds like AA,” Eddie grumbled.

“Well, I’m prepared to do that, too, but hopefully not yet. She’s only fourteen, after all.”

“What’s AA?” Tess asked from the backseat.

“Nothing.”

“It’s for alcoholics,” Lydia explained. At Tess’s confused face, she clarified, “People who drink too much.”

“Oh,” Tess said sagely. “Is Fiona an alcoholic?”

“Your cousin isn’t an alcoholic,” Eddie sighed. “She’s just Catholic.”

Richie laughed. Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and briefly closed his eyes, trying to steady his nerves.

“So you can’t sit with us at all during this thing?” he asked.

“No,” Richie repeated. “What’s the big deal, it’s only like an hour. And you’ll be sitting with my family.” Richie saw Eddie grimace out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, come on, they’re not that bad. Besides, they all love you.”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

“Can we sit next to Eric and Molly, Papa?”

“Sure, you can sit with whoever you want.” Richie glanced in the rearview mirror. “You guys excited to see Grandma and Grandpa and all your cousins?”

“Yes,” Tess dutifully answered.

“Everyone except Kevin,” Lydia said, “he’s a jerk.”

“Hey, what did we say about name-calling?” Eddie said, turning in his seat to look at his daughters.

Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing. Tess merely shrugged. Eddie sighed and turned his gaze back to the front windshield.

“Just don’t call him that in front of your aunt and uncle, okay?” Richie said. “Besides, he can’t help being a jerk. He’s a sixteen year old boy, they’re all jerks.”

“They are?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, they can’t help it.”

“Were you a jerk when you were sixteen?”

“Oh, definitely,” Richie replied.

“And Daddy?” Tess continued.

“He was king of the jerks.”

Eddie shot a withering look at his husband before turning back to his phone, which he was tapping repeatedly.

“Why’d Fiona pick you to be her sponsor?” he asked.

“Because I’m her favorite uncle,” Richie replied, shrugging. “Why?”

“Because I’m looking up what the duties of a confirmation sponsor are and you are definitely not qualified, Richard Tozier,” Eddie stated.

Richie laughed so hard Eddie immediately reached for the steering wheel, just in case.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked. “I don’t remember from my confirmation.”

“You’re supposed to be an active Catholic, living ‘a life of faith,’” Eddie read, using air quotes liberally. “Also you’re supposed to ‘encourage participation in the life of the Church.’”

“I encourage all my nieces and nephews.”

“Not in Catholicism,” Eddie pointed out.

“To-may-to, to-mah-to,” Richie replied. “Minor details.”

“Are we almost there?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, about ten minutes from the church,” Richie said, to which Eddie groaned. “Don’t overreact.”

“Churches just make me uncomfortable,” Eddie muttered. “I feel like everyone’s looking at me and judging me.”

“Well, they’re definitely judging you but that’s because they’re judging everyone,” Richie replied. He reached over and patted Eddie’s knee. “Don’t worry. One hour and then it’s back to my sister’s house for food and alcohol.”

Eddie sighed again.

“At least I have your dad to commiserate with,” he muttered.

“Exactly, old Went is about as Catholic as you are straight,” Richie said, grinning.

“So why does he put up with all this?”

“For my mom,” Richie replied. At Eddie’s dubious look, he continued, “It’s called love, Eds. You gotta compromise sometimes.”

“Yeah, Dad, compromise,” Lydia echoed.

Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the window in defeat.

Richie did feel a bit guilty leaving his husband to fend for himself with his family but he had to go sit with the other sponsors. It was the rule. And though he was extremely familiar with breaking Catholic rules, he didn’t want to cause a scene for his niece. Besides, he was able to glance back over his shoulder and catch Eddie’s eye—until the old lady behind him raised an eyebrow at him and he turned around dutifully, facing the altar.

He tried to pay attention to the ceremony but, just like at his confirmation, his mind wandered. At one point, he managed to catch sight of Fiona in the crowd of fourteen year olds in billowing, ridiculous robes—she was easy to spot with her dyed electric blue hair. She grinned and waved at her uncle and Richie felt his heart squeeze with affection. He loved all of his sister’s kids but he had a soft spot for her. Had they met back in 1989, she would’ve definitely been welcomed into the Losers Club.

A chill went through him at the thought. Like with his own children, Richie wanted to protect his niece, and prevent her from ever realizing how dark and dangerous the world could be.

He suddenly realized his heart was beating faster and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.

Relax, he said to himself, It’s gone and can’t hurt anyone anymore. She’s safe. Your girls are safe. You and Eddie are safe.

He ignored the disdainful look of the old lady behind him and turned in his seat. Eddie was too busy trying to hush Tess and her cousin Molly to notice. Richie exhaled shakily and turned back around, blinking hard. It was almost over, he just had to get through the worst of it. He took a deep breath.

Look, he loved his niece, he would do anything for her, and when she had asked him to be her confirmation sponsor, he had agreed without even hesitating but, as he stood and walked her up to the altar with his hand on her shoulder as she received the blessing from the bishop, Richie was terrified.

All the guilt, anger, and self-doubt that he had felt as a young boy came flooding back as he stared up at the crucifix and shuddered. He had not invited any of the Losers to his confirmation. He had never mentioned it at all, never brought up being raised in the Catholic Church because they wouldn’t understand it. Hell, he didn’t understand it. He just went through the motions because it pleased his mother and sometimes, after all the insanity with clown, he wanted so desperately to believe that there was something else out there. Something to help him make sense of this fucked up, unforgiving world.

The bishop stopped speaking and Fiona began moving. She glanced at him as Richie remained standing still. He blinked and tried to smile but he doubted he did a good job of it. He squeezed her shoulder and walked her back to her pew before returning to his. It was over. He collapsed in his seat and tried to breathe.

“Thank God that’s over,” Eddie said as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“It wasn’t so bad,” Lydia offered, buckling up.

“It was boring,” Tess replied.

Richie said nothing as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Rich?” Eddie asked. “You okay?”

Richie blinked.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. What?”

“You know you have to turn the car on to get to your sister’s, right?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Richie shook his head to clear it.

“Yeah, yeah, just, there’s always traffic getting out of a church parking lot,” he said lamely, switching on the car.

“You want me to drive?” Eddie offered.

“No, I’m fine. The house is less than fifteen minutes away, no big deal.”

“Okay,” Eddie said slowly, clearly not believing him.

Richie frowned and shifted the car into gear.

“You did a good job up there, Papa,” Lydia said brightly. “I saw you with Fiona.”

“Thanks,” Richie murmured.

“Did you have to say anything like she did?”

“Just ‘amen.’ I think.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Eddie asked again, his hand resting on Richie’s which was still gripping the gear shift. “Did something happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Richie replied, moving his hand to the steering wheel. “Everything’s fine. Let’s get this shindig over with.”

Eddie said nothing for the rest of the car ride.

Richie liked his family. After all, compared to the rest of the Losers, he had basically had a charmed life, growing up with fucking Ozzie and Harriet. Sure, growing up his parents hadn’t always understand his jokes or his inability to sit still, and sure, his sisters had always teased or annoyed him but, hey, it could’ve been worse. He could’ve grown up like Bev or Eddie/

He glanced over at his husband, who was standing awkwardly with a drink in his hand as Richie’s mother tried to get him to eat another serving of baked ziti. He smiled. The poor bastard was always mildly uncomfortable around the overly affectionate Tozier family. The first time his mom had hugged Eddie, Richie thought he was going to explode.

“Mom, he’s cutting back on dairy,” he said, stepping up to his husband’s rescue. He saw Eddie relax ever so slightly.

“There’s barely any dairy in this,” Maggie Tozier insisted.

“It’s literally oozing ricotta and mozzarella cheese,” Richie sighed.

Maggie rolled her eyes.

“At least eat some of the salad, then,” she continued. “But save room for cake.”

“Don’t you have like several dozen grandkids to force-feed instead of my husband?”

Maggie scoffed and put her hands on her hips.

“You’re so annoying, Richard,” she said fondly.

“Learned from the best,” he shot back and leaned down to kiss her on her cheek. Maggie smiled before heading off to attend to the other guests. Richie turned to Eddie and put his arm around his waist.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine,” Eddie sighed. “Just the semi-annual get accosted into eating more by your mom. Why does she keep trying to fatten me up?”

“It’s a mom thing,” Richie shrugged. “Plus, she’s probably jealous that you’re in your forties and have the body of a fucking marathon runner.”

Their youngest nephew had chosen that moment to walk past the two of them.

“You said the f-word,” he said, staring up at them wide-eyed.

“You gonna tattle on us?” Richie shot back. He shook his head quickly. “Good.”

“Eric, quit pestering your uncles, go outside and play with your cousins,” Sarah said. Her son rushed off to the back patio and disappeared. She immediately threw her arms around Richie and hugged her brother tightly. “I meant to say this earlier but thanks for coming. Both of you.”

“Of course,” Eddie said quickly.

“And I had to come, I’m the all-important sponsor,” Richie replied as he hugged her back.

Sarah stepped back and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied. “But you did make Fiona’s day.” Richie shrugged. “No, I’m serious. You know how hard it was to convince her to stay in CCD for confirmation? She wanted out a year ago.”

“Oh yeah?” Richie asked, a nervous itch in his throat.

“Why not let her quit?” Eddie asked. “What’s the big deal?”

Sarah shrugged and took a deep breath.

“I mean, I don’t really care but you know it would’ve broken Mom’s heart,” she said.

Richie nodded once and remained silent. Realization washed over his sister’s face. She reached out and rested her hand on his arm.

“Not that she’s ever said anything about Lydia and Tess,” she said quickly. Richie shot her a dubious look and she insisted, “No, seriously, Rich. I’d tell you if she did.”

“Well, it’s not like she can really expect two gay dads to raise their kids Catholic, right?” he said, huffing a laugh. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Eddie gingerly taking a sip of his drink and avoiding eye contact with him or his sister.

“Rich, she doesn’t care, honest,” Sarah said. “If anything, you’re lucky. I was the first one with kids so I had to uphold all the family traditions. Fucking sucked.”

“What fucking sucked?” Fiona appeared behind her mother.

“Hey, no swearing,” Richie said, throwing his arm around his niece’s shoulders. “As your sponsor, I have to report this to the Vatican.”

Fiona rolled her eyes.

“There’s a lot about you I could report to the Vatican,” she shot back.

Eddie laughed and nearly choked on his drink. Richie smacked him on the back.

“Touché, young Skywalker,” Richie replied. “Happy to be done with CCD?”

“Ugh, yes, finally,” she groaned. “Now I don’t have to worry about getting written up by Mother Superior.”

“What’d you do to her?”

“Nothing!” Fiona insisted. “I just wore my Planned Parenthood shirt a couple times to CCD. No big deal.”

Richie laughed and kissed the top of her head. Eddie smirked and shook his head.

“That’s my girl,” he said, grinning.

“Thanks, Uncle Richie,” she said. “And thanks, Uncle Eddie, for coming, too.”

“Oh, no problem,” Eddie said quietly as his face reddened slightly. Richie felt his heart melt. “I meant to ask you,” he said to his niece, “why’d you pick St. Agatha for your confirmation name? What’d she do?”

“She’s who you pray to for breast cancer,” Fiona replied, shrugging, “and I figured it’d be nice since Grandma’s a survivor.”

Richie swallowed and squeezed his arm around his niece.

“That’s good of you, kiddo,” he said softly.

“Plus, all the old paintings have her carrying her own boobs on a plate after she was tortured,” Fiona continued. “Isn’t that badass?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows as Sarah shook her head, sighing. Richie merely grinned.

“That’s something, for sure,” he agreed.

There was a sudden trappling of little feet and they looked up to see Tess rushing towards them, breathless and pouting.

“Daddy, Papa, Lydia won’t let me go on the swings,” she whined loudly. “It’s my turn now.”

Sarah and Fiona both smiled fondly as Eddie and Richie sighed and dutifully followed their youngest to the backyard in an effort to prevent the beginnings of World War III.

It was past nine by the time they arrived home. Richie carried a sleeping Tess to her bedroom while Eddie fixed Lydia a snack before sending her off to bed, as well.

They met in their room, dressed for sleep, and, before Eddie could say anything, Richie gathered him into his arms. He closed his eyes and exhaled shakily.

“Rich?” Eddie whispered. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just...thank you.”

“For what, babe?”

“For coming along with me today.”

Eddie looked up at his husband and frowned.

“Come on,” he said, “of course, I was going to come along.”

“Yeah, but I know it wasn’t fun or even comfortable for you.”

“It was fine,” Eddie insisted and leaned up to kiss Richie gently. “The kids were happy to see their cousins and you were happy to see your family. That’s all I need.”

“Don’t be such a sap,” Richie groaned, taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards the bed. Eddie grinned at him.

“Seriously, though, I know I bitched and moaned all week about it, but it was actually a good day,” Eddie continued as he allowed Richie to pull him onto the bed.

“Yeah?” Richie asked. “Which bit? Me looking scared shitless at the altar with Fiona?”

“You didn’t look scared shitless,” Eddie replied, running a hand through Richie’s hair. “No, my favorite bit was seeing you interact with her. Made me a little less worried about our girls’ teenage years.”

Richie furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so good with her,” Eddie continued. “And she actually listens to you, which we both know teens aren’t apt to do. So even though I worry about handling Lydia and Tess as teenagers, I know we’ll do okay.”

Richie blinked at him and for once, found himself speechless. Eddie smirked.

“Shut up, Eds,” he finally murmured and rubbed a hand over his face. “And stop talking about our girls growing up.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie laughed.

Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie and kissed him deeply, groaning as Eddie pushed a leg between his own. He smiled against Richie’s lips.

“We should go visit your family more often if you get like this afterwards,” he whispered, palming Richie’s erection through his boxer shorts.

“Do me a favor,” Richie gasped, “don’t bring up my family when I’m hard, babe.”

Eddie laughed again and it was the loveliest sound to Richie’s ears.

“What did you see in the deadlights? What did you see, Richie? How do you know you’re not still there? Floating in the deadlights? Do you think this is real? Your children? Your husband? Or do they float, too?”

Richie squinted into the blinding light. He could just begin to see his daughters and Eddie in the distance. He screamed. They paid him no mind.

“They’re so happy. The three of them.”

They did look happy. Laughing and playing. Richie screamed again but it sounded like white noise to his own ears. He could just make out Tess cocking her head to the side, as if suddenly aware of a low noise in the distance. He begged her to see him.

The Clown put It’s arm around Richie’s shoulders and smiled down at him, sharp teeth glistening and red lips split.

“You just want them to be happy, don’t you?” It said.

Richie wanted to tell It that It was dead, It was gone forever. But the words were trapped in his throat, choking him.

“But I can get them for you,” It continued in a sing-song voice. “If you want them back, tell me. I’m your friend, Richie. I want you to be happy. Isn’t that what your mother said so long ago? ‘I just want you to be happy, Richie.’”

He clenched his eyes shut and try to quell the nausea rising in his stomach. It was what his mother had said to him when he had finally come out, weeping and steeling his nerves for the worst.

A clammy hand touched his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw Eddie, Lydia, and Tess standing in from him, but they had never looked at him with such hate in their eyes. He opened his mouth to say their names but his husband put his arms around both their girls and turned them away.

“If you want them back, just ask your old friend Pennywise. My prices are always fair. I gave you Eddie back, remember? And all I asked in return was for two lovely little girls.”

Richie screamed.

Someone was calling his name but he was too busy trying to untangle himself from the bedsheets to notice. He had to get to his daughters.

Hands grabbed his arms and he screamed again.

“Rich, stop it! It’s not real, whatever it is, it’s not real.”

“Fuck, shit, let me go,” he begged. He managed to throw the sheets off him, half falling off the bed in the process. He stood and rushed out of the room, Eddie’s voice calling after him. Lydia was already awake and in the hallway, rubbing at her eyes tiredly.

“What’s going on?” she mumbled.

“Oh, God, Lydia, baby,” Richie gasped wetly and pulled her into his shaking arms.

“Dad?” she asked, muffled against him. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Richie, relax,” Eddie said gently, putting his hand on his shoulder. “It was just a dream.”

A sudden thought burst in his head.

“Tess,” he said, panicked. He took Lydia by the hand and dragged her to her sister’s bedroom. He opened the door to see his youngest daughter sleeping soundly, her stuffed unicorn held limply in one hand. “Tess.”

In two long strides, Richie was beside her bed. He picked her up into his arms, ignoring Eddie’s protests. Tess curled against his chest. His heartbeat was just beginning to slow down.

“Come on,” he whispered to Lydia. She followed him into the bedroom he shared with his husband.

Richie carried Tess to their bed, now completely a mess from his flailing, and laid her gently on it. She briefly opened her eyes.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “You’re safe now.” She nodded, yawned, and immediately fell back to sleep. He kissed her forehead gently as he smoothed back her hair.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, exhausted.

He straightened and turned towards his husband and oldest daughter. His heart clenched painfully as he noticed the nervous look on her face. He swallowed.

“Hey, we’re gonna have a sleepover tonight, okay?” he said, clearing his throat.

Lydia frowned and looked up at Eddie, confused. Richie gazed at them imploringly.

“Come on, it’s fine,” he insisted.

“Rich,” Eddie sighed. “This is crazy.”

“Lyds, come on, sweetheart.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she shrugged and climbed into bed, settling beside her sister.

“There we go,” Richie said, laying down beside Tess and tucking himself and his daughters in. “A big snuggle sandwich.”

He glanced up at Eddie, watching him shake his head slowly. He swallowed, worried that he would leave. He exhaled heavily when Eddie turned off the light, climbed in beside Lydia, and pulled the blankets up.

“Go to sleep, Rich,” he murmured in the dark. “You, too, Lydia.”

“Uh-huh,” Lydia yawned. “Love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” Richie whispered and realized he was close to tears. He steadied his breathing and spent the rest of the night awake, watching over his family.

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Full name: Jeremy Amadeus Swartout Nickname(s) or Alias: Remy(common), Rem, RemStar(by bro-in-law), Sparkles, Pikaru(retired stage name), The Cospunk Prince Gender: Nonbinary Trans Man(Pronouns they/them, would so much rather be called sir than m’aam if they had to) Species: Human Age: 23 Birthday: 11/28/1993 Sexuality: Panromantic/Demisexual with a slight preference of men Nationality: American and hating it Religion: Raised Methodist and catholic simultaniously? But after age 10 stopped going to church and since then has no real religious affilation City or town of birth: Manahawkin, NJ Currently lives: Florida and hating it Languages spoken: English, Japanese(intermediate) Native language: English Relationship Status: In an open relationship of 6 years but not actively looking for anyone else PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5′2 Weight: 122 lbs Figure/build: Curvy, not quite muscular, big tummy Hair colour: chestnut Hairstyle: short in the back,not going any farther than the nape of the neck. Sides are asymmetrical, down to the armpit on the left and the collar bone on the right. slightly layered. To be changed soom. Facial Hairstyle: No facial hair other then a very unnoticeable mustache but really wishes they could have facial hair. slight unibrow.  Eye colour: Hazel Skin/fur/etc colour: very pale Tattoos: None Piercings: None Scars/distinguishing marks: Buises easily so random bruises on their legs, scar on left inner upper arm from a cat, beauty marks on tummy that almost make a right triangle to the left of the belly button, freckles on her shoulders, perpetual darke circles under eyes Preferred style of clothing: It changes based on their mood and who they’re around, but almost always wears chest binder and an open flannel when going out(though never at work for obvious reasons). Polo shirts and cargo shorts are their friend. Into Japanese punk style. On the rarest occasion will wear a skirt or lolita style dresses. A fan of wigs and hats. Has a tie collection but has not worn any since high school. Frequently worn jewelery/accessories: Two necklaces; A mood necklace in the shape of the letter J and a silver necklace with their nickname Remy in Katakana(The way it’s connected, it could also be read as レ王/reou, or King Re). The katakana necklace was a gift from their sister. Almost always wears a hat, though their favourite hat’s decor broke so they are looking for a new one. HEALTH Smoker? Never Drinker? Never Recreational Drug User? Which? NEVER Addictions: Caffeine Allergies: None that they know of, other than pesto(at least they believe they do, whenever they have something with pesto in it my throat hurts but doesn’t really swell or anything) Any ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Bad hip that acts up around the time of their menstrual cycle, very bad PMDD(pre-menstrual depressive disorder) on top of their regular depression. Dyslexic. Bad asthma after healing from a cold or if they swim too much. Any medication regularly taken: Is anti-med for their own personal reasons. PERSONALITY Personality: Their depression easily masks their personality so much that they wouldn’t even be able to describe themselves. Very contradictory and usually stays to themselves.  Likes: Cute things, animation, travel, cooking Dislikes: the human race in general but specifically any kind of peoplephobic/supremacist person, gore, raw tomatoes, fish, Ugg boots(the texture is waaaay to gross to them), themselves Fears/phobias: simultaneously death and living past 25(fear), live chickens(phobia), republicans, speaking Favourite colour: scarlet to colour with, periwinkle to look at and purple and navy to wear Hobbies: drawing on occasion, fandubbing Jpop(specifically Hello!Project), recreational math(has their own algebra book they work on from time to time for no real reason and does not go to college) Taste in music: The Rasmus, Symphonic metal/rock(mainly nordic bands), doo-wop, Jpop(specifically idol groups, even more specicfically Hello!Project), bubblegum pop/eurodance when in a certain mood. Will listen to everything except for English speaking rap, most country, and anything that screams(though minor deathgrowls in a song are okay within reason) SKILLS Talents/skills: doubting themselves, pointing out a voice actor/actress in their most diverse roles(if they’ve listened to their work long enough), over-analyzing, being cute Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Dude, they don’t even know how to ride a bike. They got their drivers’ permit, drove about 3 times, but don’t have the confidence or mental capacity to continue.  EATING HABITS Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore/(Vegetarian): Omnivore Favourite food(s): Japanese style curry, potatoes(mainly scalloped or Jagamiso), Japanese style strawberry shortcake, burgers Favourite drink(s): Lattes(mainly dulce de leche and gingerbread), The Switch juice(Orange), melon soda, any kind of apple/grape cider, American lemonade Disliked food(s): Fish, tomatoes(will eat marinara sauce but whole tomatoes aren’t too great), eggplant Disliked drink(s): Energy drinks other than coffee, milk, anything alcoholic HOUSE AND HOME Describe the character's house/home: In the middle of a neighborhood complex nestled in the middle of nowhere, takes about 2 miles just to get to the main road. Open floorplan, 3 bedroom 2.5 bath, a lanai with hot tub, garage, and very little closet space.  Do they share their home with anyone? Who? Their parents and 7 cats Significant/special belongings: their CD/Dvd collection, Jpop idol microfiber and muffler towels proudly desplayed, framed namesign with a Naruto theme CAREER Level of education: High school graduate class of 2012 Current job title and description: CSA(customer service associate), been with the company 7th years and has been trained in low-level management but was never promoted. Name of employer: Wawa FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES Parents names: Since this is literally about myself I’m witholding this info Are parents alive or dead? alive Is the character still in contact with their parents? Lives with them but rocky relationship, been emotionally abused/neglected most of life Siblings? Relationship with siblings? 2 half-sisters, one from dad’s previous marriage and one from mom’s previous marriage. Funny enough they are only a month apart in age, yet 8 years older than Remy. One sister was close with as a child but since moving away from their hometown lost touch, yet that sister is the most supportive of the name change. The other one was Remy’s nemesis when they were growing up but once she moved out, they became closer. This sister is trying but not quite accepting of the name change, and won’t correct her children when they use Remy’s deadname. Other Important Relatives: 5 niblings(4 from one sister, 1 from the other) ages 2-9. All grandparents deceased except for one, whom they haven’t seen since age ten. 2 aunts deceased(one passed from a drunken car crash and was also LGBT and passed away before Remy was old enough to remember. The other passed from a prescription drug addiction when Remy was around 15 hence why Remy is anti med.), one aunt(though no blood relation) a retired lawyer and still very close to Remy. Partner/Spouse: Jesse, together for almost 6 years and referred to by their niblings as ‘uncle Jesse’. open long distance relationship yet committed as well. If that makes sense. Children: A cat named Yossie Angela, age 7 Best Friend: Childhood friends Rachel, Sam C and Sam W. Middle school/Highschool friend Jerome Other Important Friends: Their entire class from Japanese 3/4 of their junior year minus about 5 people. Has lost touch with almost all of them since graduating, but still thinks about them constantly. Acquaintances: Too many to name Pets: 6 cats(not counting Yossie) Sugar Elisabeth, Spice Mckenzie, Inky, Binky, Daisy, Lovebug Isabelle. Enemies? Why are they enemies? A kid from their graduating class who was only friends with Remy when it was beneficial to her. Not really enemies, but someone they really would have rather not have had in their life BACKSTORY Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10): Born 2.5 months premature. Youngest of 3 with an 8 year age gap and their cousins were also much older, so they were often neglected/emotionally abused. Thought they were part cat until about age 9. Wanted to be a cook since kindergarten. First favourite colour was orange. Picked on alot and didn’t get along well with people. Loved scooby doo, the Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog and SatAM series. Watched Barney and Lamb Chop’s PlayAlong until the VHS tapes burnt out. showed a bunch of signs of being nonbinary including trying on only their dads clothes/mullet wig, peeing standing up, and shouting in confirmation ‘I am a birl, part boy, part girl’. Was introduced to Neopets by their aunt at age 10 and was hooked. Was very close to their aunt until she started getting heavy into prescription drugs, and their parents forbid Remy from driving with their aunt. Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19): Avid neopets player and roleplayed until around age 16. Found their favourite band on a friend’s sonic OC page. Started drawing their own sonic OCs on MS paint. All of their friends minus about 3 of them were from the internet, including their best friend Rachel and another person who emotionally abused Remy around ages 14-18. Said person is no longer in their life, yet it wasn’t a one-sided abuse(both were way too young to really know what they were doing to eachother was bad until it was too late). They were battling depression from as early as age 9 when their grandmother passed away from cancer, but really escalated in ages 11-14. They swear that the friends they made on the internet helped them get through it. Were big into anime and manga, with Jpop/Hello!Project becoming a huge part of their life in around 9th grade.Started dubbing under the stage name Pikaru and did dance covers. Many parental issues/self hate issues. Started working at 16 and dedicated their life to the company by the time they graduated, swearing it was the only thing they were genuinely good at/the only thing their parents were truly proud of. Went to their first concert senior year, Berryz Kobou at an anime convention. Went to a Metal concert a few months later. the morning before the concert ultimately severed the bond of Remy and their mother after their mother screamed ‘I hate you’ while in the middle of a heated argument. Since then they can’t say ‘I love you’ back to their mother and doesn’t believe any compliments given to them from her.  Describe their  adult years (20+): Moved in with their boyfriend for about 1.5 years after Remy’s parents had to move out of state for their dad’s job. Very toxic living situation do to things beyond their/their boyfriend’s control. Went through a depression so bad it almost ruined their relationship. Started experimenting with gender and name around age 19, but started really getting there from age 21-23. Moved back in with their parents to another state when the situation became too much. The toxic friend from the internet officially broke ties with Remy about a year after they moved back in with their parents, completely shattering them(though in the long run being the best thing for both people involved). Worked two jobs for about 8 months with little to no days off, working about 3 months straight with no day off. They landed themselves in a mental clinic for a week between their PMDD, stress from work, and the loss of their ‘friend’. Had to quit their 2nd job. At age 22 they went to Japan for 21 days, a life long goal, and felt more at home there than anywhere in America. Planned to start getting their life together, find an apartment or at the very least start schooling.. until they found out they were moving a couple months later. Moved to the literal hell that was Florida, where it is dangerous to be out and open and where rich white people like to degrade everyone within their path. All of their dreams for a future were thrown in the garbage, and now they are just trying to work their remaining years away. Wanted to go to Tokyo International University for business economics but with the current state of America and the impending doom of another world war, they’ve just about given up on that dream. Would either like to go to TIU still or end up moving back to their hometown/’settle down’ with their boyfriend. 

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Main Theme Song- In My Life by The Rasmus 

Nostalgic Theme Song- I Want My Tears Back by Nightwish

Montage Theme- Battle of Rose by Mitsumune Shinkichi

Idol Theme- Genki PikaPika by Morning Musume