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complexitiies --- CARLOS.

he scrunches his nose upon hearing the other’s words. he’s known to be called cute and adorable often. as a kid from the isle, he’s not exactly keen on being called such. but he doesn’t mind all that much that it comes from gavin. “thanks.” he mumbles. but his expression changes quicked when he mentions getting food. immediately he’s grinning as he nods his head in response. “well, how can i say no if you’re treating, let’s go.” he hooks his arm with the other’s.

      IT takes everything gavin has to bite back the grin that threatens to split his face. carlos’ expression  ( the scrunched nose, especially )  is one of the cutest things he’s ever seen, though he chooses not to voice that opinion just now. carlos is a warm, reassuring presence next to him. a low, content hum resonates through his chest without gavin realizing it, and he’s smiling to himself. “what do you feel like ?  you know i’ll eat just about anything.” and eat a lot of it. he’s always had a--- healthy appetite.

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#the sphinx had a weakness okay and it was his perpetual underestimation of people#to the point where he managed to make his biggest enemy out of someone who couldve been his biggest supporter#simply by drastically underestimating her capacity for both loyalty and spite

imo it’s all well and good to note that seth’s unpredictable (and ill-informed) kindness is what made all of the sphinx’s plans fall apart in the end but we can’t forget that what made the sphinx’s downfall possible in the first place was vanessa’s betrayal. she didn’t even give a fuck whether or not he opened the demon prison but as soon as he decided that navarog was somehow a better ally than she was she immediately was like “it’d be a shame if someone were to reveal that you’ve been secretly plotting the destruction of the world for 400+ years lol” and then she proceeded to light the match that would eventually burn all his shit to the ground

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KENDRA HC.   i hc the sorensons as african american. kendra has very coarse, wavy hair. it used to make her very self conscious bc of the “coarse hair is bad” stigma.

that changed after the fablehaven series, when her and vanessa would hang out. vanessa also has very coarse hair, and she helped kendra become more confident about her hair. there’s no such thing as ad hair, and kendra shouldn’t let anyone think otherwise.

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@oversought  +  BRACKEN !!

      “YOU need an extra hand on the supply run ?  it’s too late to head back to green roof now, and it’s better than sitting around.” the trick to not worrying about his family was to keep himself in constant motion, to find ways to keep himself busy. and, stuck in red doe as he is now, helping out on a supply run seems like the best way to do that at the moment.

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@monstralizatiion  +  BRACKEN !!

      “WHY didn’t you get this checked out sooner ?”  bracken asks, pulling out his pocket knife out of a pocket to cut a wider hole in the already torn pants let. he clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he studies the wound before shaking his head. “i don’t know how you’ve managed to walk on it. now sit down and don’t move while i patch this up.”

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oflegendaries:

                 ❛ oh, they’d probably like you too. ❜ he knows sadie will be thrilled to have another girl around her own age around — after a few years of running brooklyn house, most of the new students they receive are children, sometimes even toddlers. ( how parents trust them with their kids, carter still wonders at times. ) ❛ you’ll get used to it, i promise. i mean, it doesn’t get weirder, but you develop some increasing tolerance. aaaand, tea with milk. got you. ❜ he doesn’t leave her very long to boil some water and prepare the cup, along with a mug of coffee for himself. reasonably, he should probably not drink so much of the stuff, but he needs the energy. ❛ here you go, ❜ the magician says, setting the glass down before her and sinking into the pillows on the couch opposite her own. ❛ vanessa, then. pleased to meet you. i guess i might as well make it official: welcome to the twenty-first nome, and more specifically, brooklyn house. ❜ the smile he flashes her is genuine, heartwarming. ❛ we’re…pretty much a magic school, as you’re aware already. not hogwarts kind of stuff, though, i’m afraid. what we do is mostly helping people find out more about their powers and how to control them, making sure they’re prepared against whatever danger the mythological world can throw at them, that kind of thing. but you probably have questions, don’t you ? ❜

      “GOOD to know,” she hums, eyes glinting with mischief and interest before she schools her expression back into one of practiced indifference.  ( she’s good at that, hiding what she feels behind a mask of deliberate disinterest. )  “it’s amazing, what people can get use to, given enough time.” she’s gotten used to the idea of being a magician after all, and that should say enough. she notes carter’s choice of beverage with a pointed look but chooses not to pass comment. she relaxes into her seat slowly as she takes in everything he says, taking an occasional sip of tea. “i’ve figured out most of the big stuff on my own, like the monster stuff. definitely never read about them in j.k. rowling’s books.” she’s good at that, research and figuring things out. good thing she is with her distrust of most everyone. “i just need help with the-- the finer points of magic, i suppose.”

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futureunwound:

          ‘careful, if you take that seat beside me, you may show up in the HEADLINES tomorrow. ‘new york’s starlet sweetheart finds new arm candy, read all about it!’’ she wasn’t much of a starlet yet, but she was RESPECTABLE in her own way and she wouldn’t mind reading some grandiose story of scandal and intrigue and most importantly, ROMANCE. her schedule was a little too full for any of that.

      WARREN grinned, expression mischievous as he settled more comfortably in his chair. “between this comfy seat and pleasant company, i think that’s a risk i’ll have to take. if you don’t mind me staying, of course.” he places his small suitcase between his knees, stretching until he feels that familiar pop in his spine. sixteen hours in a plane will make anyone grateful for a bit of elbow room.

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               should she be so eager to find out more about what is probably much more the king’s business than hers ? no, but the girl she was - devoured with a hunger for stories - has grown into a young woman just as curious. ( and if she is ever to be lady emery instead of just anisa, politics and alliances will be her business too. ) five minutes or so of small talk and courtesies, and she nudges the subject towards what she wishes to know. ❛ i’m ever so sorry to ask, but — the talks of war in your land, are they true ? i’ve only heard gossip, and you know how unreliable it is. my brother himself won’t tell me a thing. ❜

      BRACKEN is never fond of these sort of gatherings. he understands their necessity, but he isn’t a social creature by nature. too much time around people makes him antsy. if his sisters and mother can bare it though, co can he. “war has been a long time coming,” bracken responds after a moment. “the denizens of zyzzx have been enemies of my family’s kingdom since before anyone can remember. now, with them attacking our allies, it does seem inevitable.” he neglects to mention his father’s death at the hands of those monsters, as well as his imprisonment at the hands of said monster’s allies. there’s already enough gossip and rumors about both those topics. “i know the feeling. i love my mother and older sisters, but they tend to be very protective.”

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❝’m sorry, did I step on ya' moment?❞ [ I guess this is from Vandall to Gav? :'D ]

      NAVAROG grins, a slow and distinctly predatory expression overcoming what had been a soft face. “Hardly,” he laughs, the sound cold and hard as metal ringing on metal. “You might have found me out, but guess what?” He spreads his hands out to either side, eyes glittering and smile positively wicked. “I’m not the only one. I have the entire weight of my clan behind me, and you’re what? A lone dragon guardian?” He sneers, mocking and coldly amused. “Step on my moment all you want, but you don’t stand a chance against us.”     //     @aniimvs

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@aniimvs​   /   gabe.     from here.

  “Your point being?” Far as she was concerned, Gabriel did not need to be reminded of the dangers of her duties, fully aware of what would happen if she was not careful. As a matter of fact, she knew how to take care of herself if harm came knocking on her doorstep – all thanks to the one who had saved her from her doom and guided her to this path: the angel of Death, perhaps her actual father, Azrael. But of course, with the given ability she mastered at a youthful age and her relation to a higher angel, danger was always around the corner…especially if it was disguised.

    HER gaze focused on her surroundings, taking a few steps forward towards a secluded, rundown village covered in fog, before she shifted her gaze over her shoulder to look at the other. “…we need to move.”

      “YOU seem t-tense is all. Worried,” he comments, dark eyes alert as he studies their surroundings. Even Navarog has to keep a sharp eye out. It only takes one hit, one moment of inattentiveness, for someone to get killed. If anyone did try to start anything though, they’d be in way over their head between his and Gabe’s fighting abilities. He had to bite back a smirk at the thought, even though he was itching for a fight.

      “Agreed,” Navarog says, wary of anything hiding in the fog and shadows, the seemingly deserted buildings. “I d-d-don’t like it here. I have a b-b-b-bad feeling out here. We need cover.”

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"Who are you?" [ Gabriel to Gavin/Navarog ]

AMERICAN GODS     ACCEPTING     @aniimvs

      “G-GAVIN. Gavin Rose.” Navarog introduces himself cautiously, not quite used to this persona he’d created yet. He wasn’t used to his human avatar, much less like acting anything less than a predator. Being vulnerable is the trick though, which is why he’s adopted a stutter. “Who are you?” He knows exactly who she is of course. Getting Gabriel around to his way of thinking will be the easiest way to collect the souls coming through this space. Convincing her will take time, but he can be patient when the time calls for it.

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"Are y'dead?" [ Vandall to Gavin/Navarog ofc c: ]

AMERICAN GODS     ACCEPTING     @aniimvs​

      “YOU sound a b-b-bit too hopeful,” Navarog observes, taking care to slip into his guise of Gavin Rose before responding. He blinks up at her and pushes himself up so he’s crouched on the balls of his feet. “and no, I’m n-not.”

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@complexitiies​   /   carlos.     from here.

carlos never knew affection. never from his own mother, and seldom had any friends for such a thing either. but when he finally began to make friends. he began to break out of his shell a bit more. but he was still pretty awkward and clumsy. but to those he was close to, he mangaged to show some affection towards, it began to come more naturally. he had often chided gavin for his reckless behavior. while he always appreciated his efforts to want to stick up for him against his bullies, his methods weren’t exactly the best ways to go about it. and would surely get him into too much trouble than it was worth. word had gotten to him that the other had gotten into a fight. he wasn’t sure how it went or what had happened. but when he finally found the other in the tattered state he was in a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he went over to the other and pulling him into a ( probably ) too tight hug. “goblins ! i’m so glad you’re okay? what happened? you really need to stop fighting like this–soon enough my entire head is gonna be white because of you.” he said with a light chuckle but didn’t let go of the other.

gavin had never been one for physical affection. for all his parents loved and cared for him in their own ways, neither she or his father had indulged much in things like physical affection. and now, at auradon, most other students kept him arm’s length. he didn’t mind. maybe it was a dragon thing, maybe it was just a him-thing, but he was a loner by nature anyways. that was part of the reason he was so protective of the friends he did have. it was why he was willing to get in trouble in the process of sticking up for carlos. he patted carlos’ head awkwardly before returning the hug cautiously. he was stronger than an average human, and he didn’t want to crush carlos. gavin grinned  ( reopening his split lip. again. )  and let out a chuckle. “if anyone could pull off white hair, it would be you.” he shrugged, waving away the concern. “i’m fine. it will take more than a pair of prince charming wannabes to do any serious damage. just got a split lip and bruised knuckles.” gavin forced himself to sound casual, to focus on his stinging lip or aching knuckles. anything but the fact he had no idea what to do with this prolonged contact, the warmth of carlos against him.

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futureunwound   /   ginny.

          ‘oh don’t listen to that AVARICIOUS old skeleton. my brothers are not thugs or ruffians, they just know when to have fun.’ it had always helped her when she was younger to have fred and george tell her JOKES and goof around, even if her mother didn’t always approve.

      "I never thought that,” kendra soothed. “they remind me of my younger brother, seth, actually.” the weasley twins really did remind her of seth with their fondness for pranks and trouble. "my brother’s a lot of things, but he’s no thug. i don’t think yours are either.” after hesitating for a moment, she offered her hand. “i’m kendra sorenson.”

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[ Gavin/Gabe + Fablehaven AU? ]

IN ANOTHER LIFE   //   ACCEPTING   //   @aniimvs

     “RUN!” Gavin snapped, grabbing Gabe’s hand and nearly hauling her off her feet as he led them to Fissure Gorge. He shoved her in first, following and pushing her until they were halfway in and safe enough from dragon claws and breath weapons. “S-sorry about that,” he apologizes as the scent of blood from her scraped elbows wells in his nose.

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revolist   /   jana.

                         In her free time Jana had become an  involuntary messenger  to the more closely  surrounding groups  —  and though it was  INVOLUNTARY,  she was still the only one  willing  to step away for long enough to do so. She gives a  GENTLE TOSS  of the supplies in hand, wrapped carefully in cloth so that the contents are safe, the noise once it connects with table minimal.  “Medical supplies,”  she states, “we figured you needed them. Think of it as a  thank you  but mostly a  we owe you one.  There’s more… if you need it.”

@unsunglegends  //  gv starter call

     BRACKEN catches the package and sets it down, carefully peeling away layers of cloth and examining the contents. “We’re set for now,” Bracken decides after a moment, head cocked as he runs through the mental list of medical supplies he has. He keeps the supplies meticulously organized, and it’s easy to summon up the list of what he has and needs. “You’re welcome, but I don’t think you should feel like you owe us anything. If any of us are going to survive, we need to work together and share what we have.” 

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horrorempathy   /   claire.

she’s walking with purpose,     as if there’s some other way to walk for claire redfield. the woman is always on a mission.    today’s no different.    the heels of her current boots click against the tiles of the hospital.    there’s a bluetooth speaker in her ear.    the phone is in the pocket of her maroon,  leather jacket.    there’s a black button-up shirt just under that.   business attire at it’s finest.   she no longer wears those short-shorts,   there’s not enough time to be casual any longer.   once biological terrorism finds you,  it haunts you. even more so,  she carries around a handgun under her jacket.    ———–      the mere fact she’s in this hospital is probable cause for some kind of worry. (hopefully not a break-out.)

“excuse me.   don’t mean to be so pushy,  but i have to get through.”

claire redfield starters.  /  @unsunglegends.

     BRACKEN hears the clacking of shoes in the near-silent ward long before he sees the person walking. he turns a growing sigh into a steady breath in and out as he smiles thinly at a nurse. the clack-clack heading in his direction signifies hospital administrators or government, and he’s the best suited to dealing with such people. the thought of dealing with either is not a pleasant one, especially when the ward is filled with patients in need of help. he doesn’t have time to deal with bureaucrats.

     “i’m sorry, but i can’t let you through,” bracken says, polite but firm, when the source of the noise makes herself known. “we need to keep this ward secure until we can confirm what disease is affecting out patients. that means no visitors, including relatives and friends.” not that he actually thinks she’s here for that, and he’s sure his expression makes that obvious. his statement stands either way.if this is another outbreak, they need to limit the patients’ contact with the uninfected, need to contain the disease.