#which. actually might fix me a little. just to get suuuuper fucked up and talk about all my brain shit.
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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 3 months ago
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I think my problem is that everything always comes back to danny phantom with me
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welshdragonrawr · 4 years ago
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For the Valentine's Day asks: 1-5, 7-11, 13-17, 19, 20, 22-27, 29-33, 35, 39, 41-43, 44 (fuck, marry, kill: Amanda, Audrey, Ally), 47-49 pleeeeeeease?? I know I said I wouldn't request a million but I'm a curious bean hehe ;)
Seeing as it is actually Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d finally answer these. Under the cut, because it’s a loooooong post and I didn’t want to overtake peeps’ dash. Well here goes;
(Also, the post format messed up, but I couldn’t be bothered to fix them because this already took ages so they’re just in the order asked and I bolded answers so they stand out)
do you have a crush on anyone? - I do indeed, and I am fairly certain they are well aware of it ;)
what’s your favorite candy? - It changes all the time because I have such a sweet tooth but right now chocolate-wise it’s probably cadbury or kinder chocolate, and actual candy probably haribo (tangfastics to be precise)
favorite love song? - There are too many to choose from or list here but right now it’s probably still ‘Wasteland Baby’ by Hozier, You Are In Love by Taylor Swift, or for entirely cheesy reasons a certain someone might know Hero by Enrique Iglesias 
what was your first kiss like? - Terrible because I didn’t know what I was doing and was with entirely the wrong person at the wrong time and I didn’t know it then
what was your last kiss like? - If it’s the one I’m allowed to think of in this context, pretty damn good ;)
do you prefer poems or love letters? - Both - I can’t decide, because I love anything remotely like that, when someone goes to the length of composing something like either of those because they were thinking of me? Incredible! 
favorite fanfic trope? - Slow-Burn if that counts, with a side order of fake dating or mutual pining, potentially both at once heheh 
have you ever been in love? Mayyyybeeee, maybe I aaaaam, I’ll just have to let you ponder that one ;)
favorite milkshake flavor? - Chocolate brownie, even if I can’t have too much because then it gets sickly but in small quantities? Yesssss! Or cookies&cream in any variation
dinner dates or brunch dates? - This one was tough because I don’t really have any experience with either, but I think Brunch dates, and not just because I would have much much less anxiety about awkward food ordering and stuff, plus I feel like Brunch dates have much less formal expectation about them, and you have the rest of the day after to do more things if you want to!
favorite perfume/cologne?  - Probably the Ghost one that has a bottle shaped like the moon, or Good Girl by Caroline Herrera (the bottle looks like a high heel?)
favorite candle scent? - There’s a seasonal Yankee Candle one they do around Christmas time that I cannot remember the name of for the life of me right now, but it’s just the right kind of sweetness in the air when you have it burning for a lil while? If I ever remember what it is I’ll come back and edit this post haha
what’s your ideal first date? - I’m not really sure, because all types of dates make me nervous especially first dates haha. I’d like to leave it up to the other person to decide what we do, as long as I could treat them in some way with whatever it is/wherever we go? 
favorite love story? - Are we talking classics or fandom or...? What currently springs off the top of my head though is Hades & Persephone - I’m convinced he didn’t ‘steal her’ to be a dick, he stole her away to somewhere cool and calm away from the pressures and terrors of life on the surface so she could catch her breath for a couple months, and can we blame her? And he makes her his Queen, like - if he was gonna be mean, he could have made her his slave, or his concubine or his pet or something, but instead he gave her his whole world to rule with him. Sounds like a better guy than that bastard ol’ Zeus, no? (Historians/Classics students please don’t fight me) 
what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? - Happiness. Doesn’t matter to me whether you’re wearing a trash bag, or a Chanel dress or your faded ol’ pjs or not a single thread. So long as you’re happy and you’ve got that glow about you and that bright shine in your eyes? Yeah..
snow, rain, or sun? -  I love all three for different reasons (I’m indecisive, don’t judge me, or do) give me a snow day with my dog or my lover with hot chocolate and snowmen and flurries out the window, or an afternoon reading inside while it rains with blankets and a cup of tea, or a sunny afternoon walk with just the right amount of cool breeze to keep it balmy but bright? Yes please. But again, if I had to choose, probably rain... Because I live in England for one thing, but there’s something so comforting about the rain.
sweetest romantic memory? - My partner at the time took me to a second-hand bookshop and let me browse the stacked shelves as long as I liked, and I found a hardback copy of a book by a fave author but it was too expensive so just admired it and put it back, then when my birthday rolled around 2 weeks later, they turned up with that same book they had gone back for without telling me as a surprise gift
fictional crushes? - Cordelia Goode, Theo Crain, Mildred Ratched, I could keep listing but that means we’d be here forever and if you’ve been following me long enough you probably already know anyway...
what’s your dream wedding like? - This would need a whole post on its own to answer if I could actually be decisive and sit down with some thought over it. But alas... I don’t really know, I’d like things to be somewhat fancy and romantic, but I’d also like for it not to feel all stuffy and super serious like, that everyone can have fun and be a little goofy and a little merry and not have to worry about oh am I doing this certain thing right or feeling all self-conscious while dancing. So I’m not really sure how to narrow it down into specific details or events...? Except, there’s a really dumb nerdy part of me that wants to be able to do the cake slicing with a sword rather than a knife. Because reasons. 
what makes you blush? - Too much. Usually compliments. 
do you believe in love at first sight? - I believe in *attraction* at first sight, and *affection* you find or work for later. 
do you believe in soulmates? - Yeah, but I also believe a soulmate doesn’t have to be someone you’re in love with or a romantic partner, a soulmate can just as easily be a friend you keep on keeping on through this silly little game of life with, y’know? You’ve both been dealt shitty hands, but you’d be willing to share each others cards to get through, and some other cheesy af analogies...
denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? - Leather jackets, tho technically I have worn and do wear all three so - I hoard jackets like some people hoard shoes and handbags, it’s a problem
are you single? - if you know you know, and that’s the that on that ;)
do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? - Both? I love to see the look on a partners face when they’re charmed, all blushing and cute and sparkly eyes and big smiles - I think I like to be charmed too but I would also get suuuuper awkward and not sure what to do with it or in response to it because I’m not used to being on the receiving end of attention like that?
guitar or piano? - I love both, and girls who can play either/both are heavensent sirens who can have me under their spell for hours (I think it’s the hand thing again, see?) but if I had to choose it would have to be Piano.
favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? - Um... Does Love & Other Drugs count? Or Imagine Me And You - I’m not big on too many ‘traditional’ rom-coms because they make me cringe way too often, and often not in a good way, but there’s sometimes the odd one I enjoy! (Though I must admit, being British, Bridget Jones and Love Actually are like, historical treasures so...)
do you fall in love easily? - Nope. I mean, do I love people easily? Yeah I try to give the best of myself to the people I cherish as much as possible. But do I *fall in love* easily? Nah, takes a while before this oblivious lil heart realises it.
would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? - Oh gosh, honestly, I don’t know... I’m one of those people that *love* to do anything and everything to bring a smile to my partner’s face and make them happy and there’s just something so magical about seeing their face light up and their eyes sparkle, y’know? So I feel like I would want to do that by giving them the perfect proposal for them (but on the flipside this means I would also be incredibly *terrified* of ever doing it remotely wrong/not exactly how they wanted it, or getting the wrong kind of ring or all of that plethora of details and minutiae that could be messed up ahha). But also, I kinda wouldn’t mind being proposed to either? Like I’m so used to taking care of other people, it might be nice, at the risk of sounding like a bad pokemon promo. to have that validation of someone else saying ‘I choose you’ y’know? As for dream proposal, much like dream wedding, I’m not entirely sure? As long as it’s memorable and with the one I love? (Which is such a cop-out answer) I honestly don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it, probably because I never really thought it was happen so I figured why think about something that’s never gonna happen ahhah. Somewhere picturesque I guess? So I could really capture the picture in my mind for the rest of my lifen, not like for a social media photo post or any of that shit but just for myself to look back on, if any of that essay ramble makes any sense. 
kittens or puppies? - How DARE- Nope. It’s both. I’m sorry but it’s both. They are both adorable AF and I will love and pet and cherish them all. 
favorite soda? - Cola I guess? And don’t try to rope me into the Pepsi V Coke thing, because honestly I like both for different reasons and choosing one over the other seems silly when either of them tastes good if you’ve got enough whiskey or rum in them ;) 
do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? - I rather like doing both tbf, but if I’m gonna be honest, give me ‘cosied up under a blanket, with a mug of hot tea/coffee gazing wistfully out the window at whatever weather is going on outside, any day.
favorite ABBA song? - How dare you - umm... Slipping Through My Fingers or The Winner Takes It All because I am at heart a soppy dramatic fool.
fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) - You meanie, how dare you make me decide such a thing. Buuuut Fuck Ally (cuz you just *know* that canon wlw got some mooooves), Marry Amanda (because she seems like someone I could get along with in all the day to day stuff y’know? Like, I could settle down with her, you feel me?) and don’t hate me but you asked the question but Kill Audrey (*runs and hides*)
do you think about love a lot? - Yeah, I think so, in all its different incarnations. As a writer I’m kinda obligated to? But I think I think about it even when I’m not super aware of it or the reasons for or why. 
a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? - It’s a tough once because I love it when the light filters *just so* through trees and looks so pretty, but the beach has the lapping waves and soft sand to walk on and pretty colours at sunsets and sharing ice creams/chips/doughnuts/pretzels and- Yeah so beach probably.
hand kisses or nose kisses? - Hand kisses, fo’sho, because haaaands
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bringitspielberg · 5 years ago
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Knives and Kisses Series~ Chapter 4: And then I saw her face
Series Summary:  Sometimes a kiss is nothing, sometimes a kiss is something, and sometimes a kiss is everything. And Diego Hargreeves may have finally found someone who can not only keep up with him but teach him exactly that.
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Chapter Summary:
You find yourself at the Umbrella Academy looking for someone. The truth comes out and Diego finally gets to learn something about you.
Pairing: Diego x (fem) reader
Warnings: Some cuss words? Klaus? I think that’s it.
Author’s Note: This is a chapter from the reader’s perspective instead of Diego’s like the previous ones. It was originally longer but I split it into two chapters. Yes, Klaus is in this chapter and I love him very much. He’s gonna be a big part of this, so you will be seeing him again after this chapter quite a bit. And the other siblings are coming into play real soon. Not gonna lie though, you’re about to learn some VERY important things about the reader, a few hints towards other characters I’m introducing later, and I really like how this chapter turned out. Enjoy! :)
Word Count: 3.3k +
Series Masterlist
Y/N=Your name
Y/L/N=Your last name
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Reginald Hargeeves is dead. The words from the news ran through your head again and again.
You never met the man, didn’t even know that much about him. You came close to meeting him a few times, almost met him a few months ago but a woman answered the door instead. You weren’t the biggest fan from everything your dad told you, but the guy was a big part of your life in a strange way.
He created the Umbrella Academy, your childhood heroes, the kids who used their powers to help people which made you decide to help people too. The man had inadvertently shaped your life with his kids, or rather, his kids had shaped your life in a way. Hell, the only reason you were in town was The Umbrella Academy, you were looking for one of them. So, Reginald Hargreeves was vaguely important to you.
But the truth was that he WAS dead. You might not have cared about him, but his death changed everything.
Which, is how you found yourself in front of the famous Umbrella Academy carrying a homemade batch of brownies as you debated whether or not you should knock on the door. Frankly, it might not be the best time if the Umbrella Academy was grieving. From what Diego had said about his family, you honestly weren’t sure what their reactions would be.
Diego. You liked knowing his name, it was better than just thinking of him as handsome—which he was, he was an attractive man—but Diego suited him better. He was something else, that much you were sure of.
You honestly missed him, he was cute and funny and you and him had this weird kind of understanding. Ever since he was shot, he had gone quiet. Sure, it had only been two weeks, but you had kept tabs on him and given him your—well, sort of yours—number (which he had yet to use), it was strange for him to just go silent.
Physically he was fine, you had checked up on him in secret a few times to make sure of that. He had been spending a lot of time in the gym killing some punching bags with a bit more aggression than his usual fighting. You even went to his boxing match the other night, not that he knew that, of course. You had gone without the mask, no way could he pick out your face in a crowd. After the match when he was heading back to his place, his eyes had briefly met yours and you worried he would recognize you, but he kind of just angrily shook his head then walked off and kicked a chair on the way to his place.
Things like that made you worry. You respected that he needed space because he wasn’t sure about you. You respected that he needed time to figure out the truth, that was completely fine; you didn’t want to push him. But you cared about him and if something was bothering him, you wanted to help. And if something was bothering him before, you couldn’t imagine what he must be feeling now. Which is why you knew you had to go to the Umbrella Academy today because Diego might need someone to be there for him. Yes, you had something you had to do there, but first and foremost you were Diego’s friend—despite your sister’s various protests that you should focus only on what you came to town to do.
With that in mind, you fixed your button-up and skirt, took in a breath, and knocked on the front door of the mansion. You tried to prepare yourself for anything, having no idea who might answer the door; could be the woman who answered last time, could be Diego, could be one his siblings. You tried to prepare yourself for whoever answered the door, what you would say and the things you wouldn’t. You felt like you were prepared for anyone who opened it.
You were not prepared for a chimpanzee dressed like a grandpa.
“May I help you, miss?” It said.
Talking chimpanzee? That threw you off for a second. Just a second though, you had seen stranger things; heck, you knew for a fact that you had stranger friends--about 15 exactly came to mind. A talking chimpanzee wasn’t something that would phase you.
“Hi, this is the Umbrella Academy, right?” You asked.
“It is.” The chimpanzee said. “Sorry to be rude, but we have the death of one of our own on our hands, so if you could please state your business. We aren’t very open to guests today.”
“No, of course not, I know. I uh…that’s actually why I’m here. I heard what happened and I wanted to offer my condolences.” You held your brownies up a little higher like you were presenting them. “I’m…I’m a friend of Diego’s and I wanted to make sure he was alright. I also wanted to check on his siblings, this can’t be the easiest thing for any of them. And I um, I…” You trailed off, feeling awkward.
The chimpanzee hummed to himself then opened the door further, ushering you inside.
“Do come in,” The chimpanzee said, “I’ll take your…”
He pointed to the pan in your hands covered with tin foil.
“Brownies.” You said, holding them out to him as he took them. “I didn’t know how many of everyone there was, so I hoped one batch would be enough. Help yourself if you’d like, I assume this whole thing isn’t very easy on you either, Mister��?”
He raised an eyebrow at you—if chimpanzees even had eyebrows, that is, you weren’t sure—and sent you a polite nod.
“Pogo, miss.” He said. “And thank you, that’s very kind. I believe master Diego is on the second floor, third door on the left.”
“Thanks.” You answered as he left to where you assume the kitchen was.
You turned and found yourself speechless as you finally got a look at the inside of the famous Umbrella Academy, the place that you could have grown up in if things had been different. It was huge, bigger than any place you had lived your entire life. Not that you were surprised, it was a mansion afterall.
“Jeez,” You said to no one in particular, “this place is huge.”
“Yeah,” a voice said from your right. “I’m telling ya, dear old dad was compensating for something.”
A puff of amused air left your lips as you turned to the right where the voice came from.
Walking towards you—or rather, strutting towards you—was a guy in a long feathery coat, skintight leather pants, a see-through midriff shirt, and probably the best disheveled eyeliner you had ever seen. He seemed familiar, like one of the addicts you had healed in the street maybe; you met so many of those that you weren’t sure if you had met this one or not. But he radiated chaotic energy, you could feel it, which meant he would probably be right up your alley.
“But enough about my dead dad’s dick.” He said. “Do tell, who is this lovely lady I find before me? Did Pogo finally start letting strays in? I love meeting strays!”
You laughed. “Love your coat.”
“Thank you!” He gushed. “I love your skirt! Where’d you get it? I want one.”
“Oh, I’m not sure, actually. It was a gift. Maybe I’ll lend it to you sometime, it would look so amazing on you.”
He put his hands on his hips. “Darling, everything looks amazing on me.”
“Yeah, but that goes without saying.”
He held his hands to his heart and beamed at you. “Well, now that we’ve become best friends; what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” He winked at you, but you could tell he was just being playful, he wasn’t trying to flirt.
“I came to offer my condolences.”
“What for?”
“For your dad dying? You’re a Hargreeves, aren’t you?”
He started cracking up but tried to hide it. “Oh right, right, we’re all suuuuper sad.”
You eyed him up and down with a smile. “I was going to say I’m sorry for your loss, but I’m gonna take a wild guess that you didn’t like your dad much.”
“What on earth might have given you that idea?”
“Honestly? From what I know about the guy, that’s not at all surprising.”
“…Damn. Coming to a guy’s funeral and dragging him? I like you. I’m Klaus.”
Klaus held out his hand for you to shake and a knife suddenly grazed his knuckle and imbedded itself in the wall behind you. Klaus briefly cursed and waved his hand back and forth. You and Klaus looked from the knife to the direction of the stairs where Diego was stepping down the last few steps.
He tossed a knife up as he stepped and caught it. He raised his eyebrows at you—not in your direction, definitely at you specifically, you could tell—and kept walking towards you as he tossed up the knife. 
“Hey Baby.” Diego stated. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”
“Diego!” Klaus chastised. “That’s no way to greet—"
“How’d you know it was me, handsome?” You cut him off and crossed your arms.
Klaus pulled up his now slightly bleeding knuckle to examine his new cut with a frown, ignoring you and Diego for the most part.
“I’d know those lips anywhere.” Diego said, stopping right in front of you and crossing his arms.
You blinked and darted your eyes to Klaus, who slowly looked up from his hand and gave Diego the most obvious ‘what the fuck’ face you have ever seen. Your eyes darted back to Diego and you couldn’t help but smirk because Diego didn’t even seem to realize what he said, he was playing the game and didn’t even know it. This would be fun.
“I didn’t realize you were that obsessed with my lips.” You flirted.
“What? What are you—” Diego paled as his words dawned on him. “Oh, oh no! I meant to say voice, I swear. I’d know your voice anywhere. I did not recognize you by just your lips, I-I swear!”
You watched him curiously; Diego wasn’t acting like his usual flirty self, he seemed almost unsure when you flirted with him. You brushed it off, blaming it on his surprise at seeing you without a mask.
Klaus, however, looked almost giddy with excitement, which you noticed. You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything like—
“Ooo, Diego’s got a girlfriend and he wants to kiss her!” Klaus said in a teasing voice.
—Like that. You were hoping he wouldn’t say anything like that. But, of course, he did. And, of course, Diego looked like he was stabbing Klaus repeatedly in his head. You knew that look, you saw it a few times when on patrol with him, it meant Diego had to punch someone and it never ended well. Which meant you had to find a way to defuse the situation since you didn’t think Diego should be pummeling his—well, you weren’t sure exactly, but you assumed brother—right now.
“Well, I’m not his girlfriend, Klaus.” You said, getting Klaus’ attention off of Diego. “But he does wanna kiss me, I mean, wouldn’t you?”
You winked at Klaus and he laughed. Diego visibly calmed down a bit, and it looked like he was trying not to smile.
“Oh, I like her.” Klaus said. “If you don’t keep this one, I will. What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t.” You said. Your eyes darted down to his hand and you motioned to it. “Does that sting?”
“What?” Klaus looked down at his slightly bleeding hand. “Oh, right! I’m used to it, it’s barely a scratch. I think that’s just how Diego says hello, as long as it doesn’t hurt too bad, I know it’s just like a brotherly hug.”
He clapped Diego on the back affectionately. Diego awkwardly looked at his feet like he wasn’t sure what was happening. You smiled at the interaction, your heart warming a bit at the sight.
“Brothers, huh?” You said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, then. I’m a friend of Diego’s. May I?”
You held out your hand and nodded towards his injured hand, indicating that you wanted him to give it to you.
“Uh, okay?” Klaus said and held out his injured hand.
You took it and let your powers feel him out.
A wave of fear and pain swept over you, and not from the cut on his hand. He was on drugs, that you could feel, but you could also feel everything he was trying to bury with the drugs. There was fear, trauma, regret, pain, and a kind of screaming in his thoughts. You could tell immediately which of The Umbrella Academy you were talking to: Number 4, The Séance. And he might not have been 100% stable. 
But, you knew the feeling of insanity and pain that came with seeing the kind of things he did; you had learned to cope yourself but your sister…well, you had seen firsthand what seeing that kind of thing can do to a person.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, the cut immediately closed and healed.
Klaus had his eyes on you but they looked up and he took in a deep breath. It almost looked like he had tears in his eyes, but he wasn’t sad. He smiled just a little, almost serenely, and you could tell that you had healed more than just his hand.
As you pulled back, you could feel that you had taken some of his pain and gave him some peace. It wasn’t permanent, but it was something. It was less pain that he had to deal with today. And that meant it was worth doing.
“There,” You said, releasing his hand. “All better.”
Diego was gaping at you, not that you were surprised. Klaus closed his eyes then opened them to bring himself back to reality.
“How…how did you do that?” Klaus said.
You held your hand up in front of your face and wiggled your fingers, feeling a slight tingling in them for a moment.
“Well,” You said, “All of us were all born with gifts. Mine happen to heal people.”
“What the hell is that supposed…” Diego grumbled, then trailed off. He shook his head, clearly realizing something. “Wait, 43…you’re one of the 43. How the hell did I not get that?”
“Wait,” Klaus said, suddenly excited, “You’re like us? Like a weird second cousin kind of deal?”
“I am.” You said. “Not like a cousin, though, I have no idea where that comparison came from, but sure if that’s how you wanna see it.”
“That’s so cool!” Klaus giddily said. “I’ve never met someone like us before! So, what can you do then? Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes? Or turn water into vodka? Ooo, I wish I got that one.”
Your eyes trailed to Diego, a million emotions flashed through his eyes as he watched you and waited for your answer. A part of you felt compelled to reach out, find out what he was thinking, but you knew that you shouldn’t.
“I can heal people.” You said. “At least, that’s what I use it for. I can reshape or reform cells.”
“That’s so cool!” Klaus said with a clap of his hands. “How does it work?”
“It’s pretty simple, actually.” You said, preparing yourself for where you knew this conversation was going. “It comes from my lips and can spread through my fingertips. So, if I kiss someone, I can heal their cuts, bruises, or wounds as long as my lips or fingers are near that area. It’s pretty cool, makes my reflexes faster for a bit after I do it.”
Diego frowned and turned his attention to the ground. Almost like he knew you were watching him and hoping you wouldn’t figure out what he was thinking.
“That’s awesome!” Klaus said. “You can make-out with someone to be a doctor! I’m pretty sure I saw that in a porno once.”
You blinked, unsure how to respond to that, that was definitely a new one. “No, I uh, I don’t do that. I try not to kiss anyone on the mouth.”
“Can you do anything else?” Diego asked, keeping his tone emotionless and eyes down.
And there it was, the exact thing you were dreading. You could lie, say no, but the longer you waited to tell him, the more hurt he would be. Everything always changed when you told someone what else you could do, more often than not for the worse.
“Actually,” You said, “I uh…I do have another ability.”
“Sweet! What is it?” Klaus said.
You swallowed hard, hoping that they would be willing to look past it. “I can read minds.”
Diego immediately looked up and it seemed like he was almost angry or confused, but you weren’t sure. He wasn’t wearing his domino mask, but as far as you could tell, he was definitely wearing a metaphorical mask instead.
“Wait, seriously?” Klaus said, not believing you.
You nodded. “It’s easier to do if I touch someone but if I lose control, I can hear thoughts from across the room. I can see memories or feelings or anything else swimming around someone’s head.”
“Does that mean you know what I’m thinking?” Klaus asked.
You laughed slightly, trying to keep the mood light. “At the moment? No. But I did see your thoughts briefly, that head of yours is a very strange place. You should be proud, not many people can surprise me. I love meeting someone I can’t figure out.”
Klaus beamed at you; clearly happy to be complimented—even if it sounded like it wasn’t, to him, it was.
“I like you.” Klaus said. “We’re gonna be besties. What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t.” You said, your eyes searching Diego’s for some kind of reaction.
You sighed and thought about it, the only reason you didn’t is because you wanted to find who you were looking for first. But, you had already found the person you were looking for…what was holding you back?
“Y/N,” You said. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
You noticed Diego’s hands clench into fists, which didn’t surprise you, you knew he wouldn’t be too happy about this whole thing. He had fought and fought for you to tell him since you two had met, you knew it would probably turn into something when this day came. And you could see from the way he grit his teeth that if you didn’t pull him away soon, this would get explosive.
“Hey Klaus,” You said. “I made brownies for everyone. Would you like one?”
“Brownies?” Klaus said.
“Yeah, brownies.” You answered. “I think Pogo took them into the kitchen if you want one.”
Klaus narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Are you trying to bribe me so you can play doctor with Diego?”
You smirked at him. “That depends. Would it work if I was?”
You could hear Diego pop his knuckles, meaning he did not like that comment. But, you knew how to speak to chaos, you weren’t saying it for Diego.
Klaus grinned and chuckled at you. “Oh, clever one! If those brownies are any good, I’m totally keeping you!”
On that, he skipped off in the direction Pogo had as he admired your handiwork on this hand, and then it was just you and Diego.
“…I uh—” You started but were immediately cut off by Diego.
“Come with me.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you.
You fell silent and let him pull you. It wasn’t aggressive, and he wasn’t hurting your arm, it was more like he was directing you. You knew what it was like if a man was about to get violent and that you could handle it if they did, but that’s not what Diego was doing. You trusted him completely, if he wanted to pull you somewhere so you could talk, you were okay with that. You felt a slight urge to listen to his thoughts, but you kept your powers off on principle.
Diego pulled you into a kind of parlor and shut the door behind you. You hoped to God that the conversation you were about to have wouldn’t end with him hating you.
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1-50 for the OC asks boi do 'em all
1. Your first OC ever?
FUCKIN MEI.
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Cuz I was a weaboo piece of shit once. 
2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?
Hazel and Wendy. My beautiful children. Hazel is a demigirl of the dystopian future and Wendy is a trans female elf of the same world Both do magic and alchemy. They’re gonna be girlfriends. 
3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?
I mean the time twins are made with the help of my friend Timmi
4. A character you rarely talk about?
That’d be Kuro. 
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Made her back in 2012. She is a shinigami and she is a total mary sue.
5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? 
Either of the time twins, Wendy or Mr. Wicca. I love those four so much….
6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?
Not really. I have two sets of twins and the others don’t look alike. 
7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?
Yes. Kuro was part of the D. Gray-Man series. The time twins are part of this web comic idea called Eereree. Blue Topaz is of course my gem for Steven Universe.
8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs 
I don’t but here’s Wendy and Hazel
Wendy: Good evening, chaps. My name’s Wendy. I currently am the assistant of Mr. Wicca. Love to stay and chat, but Mr. Wicca has me on some errands currently
Hazel: Evening, all. Hazel’s the name, alchemy’s the game. I… also really don’t have a lotta time. I’ve got a kingdom to rule after all because, of course, my brother won’t help me. He’s a pain in the ass, but I love ‘im anyway. 
9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?
LITERALLY TAKE KURO AWAY. 
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? 
I mean… None are super like hard… Mostly Wendy is hard because she has vitilligo, and I can never remember which pattern I used for her.
11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? 
Maybe Mr. Wicca. He’s always excited about magic but idk he has his points.
12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot
I love the other eereree characters honestly. 
 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? 
Mr. Wicca is mischievous as fuck. He uses his elixirs to screw with people. 
14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory 
I have Kuro’s backstory up because I’m on my Deviantart page for this crap. 
I wrote this way back when so yeah….
Long ago when the world was created, small pieces of shiny fragments called innocence were scattered around the world after the great flood. One in particular was called the Heart… When people discovered this “Heart” it was somehow split into two halves- two sisters with large, white wings. Adam and Eve cared for these two…. until the day the Earl came. He stole half the heart. This part of the Heart *aka Dark (obviously)* was raised to become an enemy towards the human race. After about 200 years of being raised, the kidnapped part of the heart had become so sick and twisted with evil, that her wings turned an ominous black.Her sister, on the other hand, had learned how to survive on her own. She worked in a town called Mater building dolls, playing with the children, and helping those in need. *holy beep what a do gooder* Her wings may have stayed white, but they seemed to glow even whiter with every good deed she did.Soon, after about 400 AD, the two were locked in a supreme battle. The pure side thought her sister had betrayed the human race, but in reality she was only kidnapped and manipulated to kill. (NOTE: The Earl taught her that the human race was a foul thing, and it needed to die off)) From what the Pure girl had said, the Dark girl had turned on her “father” and killed him. Or so she thought…Now, in the 21st century the Earl is back and even stronger than before. The two girls have been doing all they can to keep him from sending the universe into utter chaos and causing the complete destruction of the human race…
15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?
Yes! @dreamxng-forever and I constantly crack jokes about our eereree characters. Her princess is in love with the time prince, but she forgets he is like…. SUUUUPER fucking gay. “Is it hot in here or is it just you.”“Oh, Sar, uh. That’s just our kingdom’s natural climate. You see, we have lava falls…”
“Ohhh… Okay…. SO IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IT JUST-”
16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 
Definitely Wendy or Mr. Wicca.
17. Any OC OTPs? 
Hazel and Wendy all the way. They’re girlfriends maybe. Mr. Wicca also would be nothing without Wendy. They’re very close friends. 
18. Any OC crackships?
  Not really????
19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
Chloe Lockwood. I created her in like sixth grade. First OC. I projected a lot onto her. Even though we was good at a lot in school, she was bullied a lot. She felt alone, but she had one really good friend who cared about her a lot. It’s something I went through when I was in elementary school. 
20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details  (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
Hazel and Hades sing a lot together. Hazel sounds a bit like a higher pitch Meg from Hercules. Hades has my voice essentially. Both are basically parts of me in a sense of like… idk. everything. Hazel is my more like…. Confident, get-shit-done side and she doesn’t take a lotta shit. Hades is more my sensitive side. He was affected differently by what the two went through I guess.
21. Your most artistic OC
Wendy. She draws flora and fauna when not in the lab. She probably owns an etsy or something. 
22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? 
Hazel- She isn’t COMPLETELY stone cold and Hades really isn’t just a shy ball. Hazel can be vulnerable but doesn’t like it a lot. Hades really can fight. He’s just scared to. He isn’t totally helpless. Mr. Wicca is not good and pure. He is actually a terrible person, but Wendy keeps him under control. 
23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?
Hazel started out as having my dead name, much more feminine, and likes dresses. Now, she has some form of pixie cut or something punky, REFUSES to wear something to feminine because of her mother, and is also Filipino rather than white. Hades also became Filipino. Or they might be Japanese. Idk. 
 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?
I’d like to meet the time twins. They’re both parts of my personality. Idk. 
25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)
The time twins, like I said lmao. Mostly the three of us share personality traits and interests. 
26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? 
Not really?????
27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? 
Nope.
28. Your most dangerous OC? 
Likely Kuro. Again, she is kinda a mary sue in a way. Although, Hazel IS trained in combat so idk. Also Mr. Wicca straight up has magic. But probably Kuro.
29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?
Mr. Wicca. He lives in a creepy haunted cabin already. 
30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? 
Well Hades has a not-so-secret one. Hazel might have one.
31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)
Okay so Wendy would have like this gorgeous like elven/fae/magic aesthetic blog filled with flowers, potions, and pretty stuff. You can SMELL the lavender off her blog. 
32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? 
The time twins. Think about it- rich kids probably in a super haunted mansion. They have to solve mysteries left behind by their dead parents? Idk
33. Your shyest OC?
Mei. She doesn’t like speaking. Crippling social anxiety. 
34. Do you have any twin characters?
The time twins and Mei/Yamiyo. 
35. Any sibling characters? 
Above answer.
36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? 
I mean. Most of Eereree are friends so. The main job of my OCs in an ever-changing future is to go back in time and be like “whatever you just did…. it fucked this shit up. Fix it”
37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 
I have already. Kuro and Wendy. The twins LOOK non-human, but they are. They’re just like horribly experimented on. Well, and I also briefly mentioned Blue Topaz. She came out all skinny and weird. She has a scythe as her gem weapon. She’s blue I like her. 
38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? 
Mr. Wicca loves to waltz. Blue Topaz because of fusion. 
39. Introduce any character you want 
I mean…. Okay. 
Mr. Wicca has been practicing magic for as long as he can remember. He’s about 500 years old and keeps himself young with necromancy. His assistant, Wendy, is an elf who is a few hundred years old. Both work together create potions and elixirs that they give to the time twins to sell. Mr. Wicca dyes his hair lavender to keep out any silver while Wendy dyes hers blue for fun. Mr. Wicca wouldn’t be anywhere without Wendy, and he sees her like the little sister he never had. 
40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!
Just all the head canons between my eereree twins and @dreamxng-forever ‘s eereree twins.
41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)
NO. OH MY GOD I’D LOVE FOR THAT TO BE A THING.
42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?
The Time Twins. 
 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess
Gay. Probably not human. 
44. Something you like about your OCs in general
They’re all very unique. 
45. A character you no longer use?
Kuro, Mei, Yamiyo, and Chloe. 
46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?
Oh, yes. 
47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?
No. I don’t usually talk about my OCs 
 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
No. They’re all garbage people. 
49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes
Hades fuckin ADORES memes. 
50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you wantIf you want, you can tag your ask answers with #yetanotherOCmeme so I can check them out too `v´9 
 have a lot of diversity in my characters and I’m proud of myself for not going into like default for them
Hazel: Demigirl or maybe genderfluid. Idk. She uses She or they. Panromantic demisexual, polyamorous. Either Filipino or Japanese. Main ruler of the Clockwork Kingdom. She and her brother are people who survived through abuse. Super toned
Hades:  Cis graysexual/homoromantic boi. Social anxiety despite having to do public speaking every day. SUUUUPER bad ADD/ADHD. Takes potions for it because “medication is a social construct” he says. Chubby boi is trying to work out. 
Wendy: Trans MTF lesbian. black and has vitiligo. Insomniac and recovering from some eating issues. 
Mr. “Wics” Wicca: Albino. He’s not sure what he is. “I like what I like. I don’t know what the bloody hell I am” loves Wendy more than anything. She’s like his little sister and is very protective of her, even though she is a capable young lady. “Wics” is the nickname Wendy gives him to annoy him. 
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