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incoming post for: @crystalballers

A house-warming party wasn’t something Geordi particularly wanted. It wasn’t even something he’d requested, he’d been living on his own for the better part of a few years, just because he situated from one apartment to another didn’t always warrant some huge celebration. His opinion was biased considering he was one more person in his space away from a full blown breakdown. Teeth gritting at the sound of his doorbell, he prepared to tell them they had the wrong address (especially hard to do when they were arriving for ‘his’ party), but the breath Geordi hadn’t even realized he’d been holding blew out in relief at the sight of Olive on the other side of the door, “Oh, thank fuck. Did you bring it?” It being a joint, one that Geordi was far too inexperienced to roll, and not the only one at the party. However, sharing with anyone else involved talking to anyone else, and the idea was about to make Geordi implode, “I don’t know any of these people. Do you know any of these people?” He asked, gesticulating around them wildly. He’d done a few shots, just to calm the nerves, but alcohol had always turned Geordi from the straight-laced person in control he preferred to someone from Coyote Ugly. His own words.

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In a rather impressive display of momentary athleticism, Zak’s eyes widen slightly as they watch Fairuz practically catapult themselves over the counter. The door hadn’t even managed to swing shut before they were already clutching at his arm - if they were of right mind, they probably would’ve been horrified with themselves. Boredom hath stolen another victim. Instead of fighting against the sudden desperation, Zak is grateful for the company - a grin appears on their features as they make a show of eyeing Fairuz, then their hold on his arm, and then just how up close and personal they’d gotten with Zak. “Must’ve really missed me, huh, Fai?” He teases, merely accepting fate instead of trying to brush them off. “The last thing I need is anything cursed. I’m not actually looking for anything specific - or I am. But when I see it I’ll know it. It has to come to me, y’know? I just heard something calling me in here, but maybe it was just you?”

( @devostarters ) oracle & oddysey.

HOPELESSLY bored - tragically so; cheek planted firm against countertop, two petrified eyeballs spinning 'round each other in a disconcerting beyblade battle - wound up by own fingers, fairuz is dying. absolutely, positively dying, dead not once, but twice - a tragic tale they'll be sure to retell once their spectral form takes hold beneath the moonlight. they hope it'll be beneath moonlight; shimmering like the pale pecs of a tragic, perpetually horny 109 years old vam - ding. body flies up, pushing self off of counter as the door opens; practically hauls self over, clambering to feet only to grasp at the patron's arm. "thank fuck - you want to buy my wares soo fucking badly -" not their wares - really doesn't know who even owns the joint, just plucked flier off of town bulletin board and made way. "- we just got in this cursed blade of llewy - fuck whoever - very chic, great talking piece -"

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It’d been a while since Monty had allowed themselves a day of just lounging by the shore, in the water - always go, go, go. They’d learned the hard way that that eventually came back to bite them in the ass, a dangerous routine of staying busy just to avoid the obscenely mundane day to day that left them feeling rotted. At the end of the day, the water really is their home. Monty is far from religious, but it feels like some sort of otherworldly experience when they get to return back to the salt water after days of distance. A few minutes of just basking in the smell of salt is interrupted, but by a face Monty is more than familiar with - a grin immediately appears across their features, giving Baz a casual shrug. “Yeah, it’s about time I should get back in.” There’s a scab forming just above their wrist, a complaint that they’d worn the legs for too long and to just come home. A sentiment Monty doesn’t even realize Baz might understand far too well. “What’re you working on there?” With an easy tug, Monty yanks their shirt off, working at their belt in the next moment while glancing over the makeshift cat’s cradle Baz coddles. They don’t wait for an answer - already diving into the water in the next moment, sunshine yellow tail emerging before their head does to continue their conversation. “Any cool knick-knacks I can steal from you? You’ve been incredibly boring as of late, Baz, not a single worthy collectible. It’s very unlike you. Not losing your touch are you, old man?”

baz, ft. open | @devostarters

the waves are calm today, knocking his boat against the dock with a quiet tap-tap-tap. baz sits, legs dangling over the edge of the wooden surface and skimming the top of the water as he gazes out over the ocean's blue-green-grey surface. hands absentmindedly work a ball of twine into something serviceable as both a cat's cradle and a fishing net, as ears strain for the faint hum from far away. like the buzzing of wasps, or the shitty crt tv perched on the cd cabinet in his dilapidated weatherboard home. a promise — we will come home, when our feet tire of wandering, they say, though if they are anything like their grandfather that will not be for some time.

in the here-and-now, footsteps on the dock are nothing unusual, though their wearer is not whom he would expect. he turns, nonchalant, hands ever-moving, calls out with a laugh ( for what reason, he shall not say, the sea's ever-loyal secret-keeper ) , “ going for a swim ? ”

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intros masterlist !

geordi quinn massacre !

monty fogelman !

robin shrike !

sunny wright !

zakaria qadir !

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—— ( emilio sakraya. demi man, he/they. ) recently seen skateboarding at the boardwalk: enter ZAKARIA QADIR. twenty-seven years old & a sagittarius, usually observed in oversized t-shirts, baggy ripped jeans - far more jewelry than is safe for a skater; zak is a devotion local known within their circle as SPRIGHTLY + TENACIOUS, a perpetual hum of have you ever seen the rain by credence clearwater revival on salted mouth. something of the AUDACIOUS + OBTUSE follows, regardless … something to do with losing yourself to nothing but the wind thanks to the board beneath your feet - it feels eerily like home now, perhaps ? strange, what a GHOST can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of a family that’s finally accepted you after years of hopping home to home. this one doesn’t stand long - there’s heat and smoke and breathing is impossible, but they always wake up before it can end the way they think it does. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on knees that have been skinned so many times they’re perma-scarred now, choosing to laugh instead of cry whenever he’s upset - crying never did any good for him anyway, becoming attached to friends easily; they’re his found family after all. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of abuse, death, fire, & violence!

stats.

name: zakaria qadir.

nickname: zak.

age: twenty seven.

gender identity: demi man.

pronouns: he/they.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: december 22, 1995.

star sign: sagittarius.

myer-briggs: esfp.

occupation: n/a.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: slide feat. frank ocean & migos by calvin harris.

general disposition: breezy and bullheaded.

background.

when zak was born, he spent all of 5 minutes with his mother before she was up and running off from the hospital, leaving him behind with nothing but his name

life after that was more or less the same theme - people took him in for weeks, months at a time if he was lucky, before he was eventually either kicked to the curb or a ‘better family’ was ready for him

none of the foster homes ever wanted to take him in; witches and nymphs thought him too lackluster, humans never understood his obsession with the creatures of devotion - he just never seemed to be able to fit in

of course he had friends growing up, foster siblings he kept close to his heart and still does to this day, but he’d always been obsessed with the idea of found family, of someone picking him because they actually wanted him, not because there was government money involved

there were bouts of abuse, neglect, days where zak would run away and spend freezing nights on the streets, but it didn’t change his personality; deep down to his core, zak had always been loving and selfless, albeit a bit too reckless and temperamental for his own good

around the time he was 17 and just about to age out of the foster system, a family took him in, and zak immediately knew something was different with this home - it didn’t take them a week before they were asking him to allow them to adopt him into their lives forever

it’d been a good 10 years after that; zak found his family, and he had a good set of friends, maybe he could use some work with the head on his shoulders, he still found himself in constant trouble but he was loved and taken care of, so it didn’t matter

visiting home for his birthday and the christmas holidays last year was a tradition - but when zak went to bed that night, it would be the last time he ever fell asleep, waking up weeks later confused and disoriented, and a ghost after the only family he’d known had died tragically alongside him in a house fire

ever since, zak’s known something was off, wrong about him - it was easy to just assume his family was like all the others in the end, never reaching out to him anymore, leaving him behind

it was even easier to stick with this theory when he found himself incapable of going near where their home used to stand; every time zak gets close, there’s a reason to turn around, an excuse to abandon his search and just leave them behind, make everything easier

zak’s never expressed to any of his friends he still has that he’s a ghost, mostly due to being unaware himself - he still knows there’s something off, but there’s also something keeping him from getting the answers he wants and needs, and after years of fighting, zak’s just found it far easier to pretend everything’s fine. even if he can’t go home, his chest feels hollow, and sleep escapes him no matter how exhausted he feels.

details.

literally just. a loving goofball, super protective, has gotten into several dangerous fights for his friends before he just loves too fiercely when he accepts people into his life

an adrenaline junkie through and through

still loves skateboarding, can be found stuck in a loop for hours sometimes of him just coasting down the boardwalk and laughing without realizing he’s been caught in the same moment - once for almost a whole day straight

becomes very attached very easily!!!!! its honestly destroyed some friendships and has definitely ruined relationships; becomes clingy, untrusting, scared of people leaving him etc.

it’s also made hookups a mess tho he does in fact. Participate in those Quite Frequently

there are of course details in his past life that he’s forgotten, and struggles to discuss if they’re ever brought up, accepting his death is just. Not Going To Be An Easy Task.

connections.

zak is definitely still close w a lot of foster siblings he’s had in the past so any of them!!

maybe. someone that was a part of the foster family that passed and wasn’t there the day of the house fire…….

just friends in general :D from childhood, high school, more recent etc.

ppl he’s fought in honour of friends/partners he’s had in the past

enemies fr other reasons mayhaps???

exes….. he’d have lots on both good and bad terms</3

current and past hookups!!

thats all i have so far but tbh hes an open book lets get wild.

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—— ( maya hawke. cis woman, she/her. ) recently seen sunbathing at angel peak: enter SUNNY JUNE WRIGHT. twenty-six years old & a gemini, usually observed in patterned shorts/dresses/overalls, something far too see-through for mid-day ; sunny is a devotion local known within their circle as SPIRITED + COMPASSIONATE, a perpetual hum of heated by beyonce on salted mouth. something of the SYCOPHANCY + IMMORAL follows, regardless … something to do with spending whatever time she can in the sun, it’s her name sake after all, perhaps ? strange, what a WITCH can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of people wanting her company for nothing more than company’s sake, everytime she enters a room people smile, and there’s nothing sleazy about it. she feels safe. the scene plays out with nothing but good times and the warm feeling of being blanketed in unconditional love. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on flirting with whoever will give her the time of day; even if they call her desperate, smelling like flowers and somehow - sunshine, lips covered in gloss and nostrils dusted with powder. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of implied abuse, addiction & drugs!

stats.

name: sunny june wright.

nickname: n/a.

age: twenty six.

gender identity: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: june 21, 1997.

star sign: gemini.

myer-briggs: esfj.

occupation: model.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: looking for somebody (to love) by the 1975.

general disposition: bubbly and naive.

background.

growing up, sunny wasn’t taught much - except for how powerful the wright lineage was, and instead of how to manifest her abilities and powers safely, to accept how powerful she could be and best of luck with controlling it

her parents weren’t bad parents in the slightest, but they were a bit reckless and definitely more of a buddy system for sunny than proper strict parents

her mum was the exact opposite of her sister, sunny’s aunt/kit’s mum (to be brought in soon by mizz daisy), who could never get over a family trauma that occurred when they were around sunny and kit’s current age; meanwhile sunny's mum had always delved into her magic and used it a little selfishly and recklessly, and sunny always did the same

due to the strict nature kit grew up in, he never had many friends except for sunny’s own - she felt for her cousin, who was more a brother than anything else, and eventually they convinced their parents to let him live under sunny’s roof, where she began to teach him how to use his magic… not properly, but more so, since his own parents wanted nothing but a normal life for them

though they grew up together as close as family could, practicing their magic and becoming stronger and stronger, that’s mostly where their similarities ended

ever since she was little, sunny had used her magic to garner the attention of anyone who would gift it to her - and then she realized she didn’t always have to use her magic, that she was pretty enough to charm and woo people into her lives

this didn’t always gain her the right kind of crowd; once she started a career in modeling, things quickly went downhill for her

she refuses to admit it, but there’s a heavy addiction issue that sunny just seemingly can’t face, too attached to the euphoria the pills she modifies for a stronger hit each time give her and the crowd of humans that use her for this benefit as well

details.

when she’s not at a shoot or with kit, sunny can be found with a crowd of ppl she either knows or doesn’t, it doesn’t matter to her as long as they make her feel wanted

so!!!!! high!!!!!! energy!!!!!! its sm KLSHDGKLHDGSDHGKLSDG she’s just. exactly like her namesake a big ball of sunshine frankly

is incredibly reckless with her magic and will do just about anything with it if requested to

doesn’t really have. many friends she can trust at all unforch, and yet if anyone asked her she’d go on for 15 mins straight about how many ‘friends’ she does have

in a constant state of either hungover or strung out tbh :/

is horrible with relationships good grief, she can’t accept proper love bc she’s scared of losing it so she’s almost always with horrible douchebags that frankly don’t deserve her and treat her like garbage bc she just expects it/thinks that’s what she Does deserve

connections.

her first love, an on again/off again relationship she always comes back to bc she does truly love this person but just when things are good she ends things again out of fear

on the complete opposite end someone she’s on/off again with that brings out the worse in her/vice versa they are jst. a truly toxic combination SLDGHSLDHGDHSGKL

some of her more genuine friends :’)

bad influence party buddies

exes, either good or bad, she’d have. sm

also would have sm hookups, whether it’s just a one night stand, casual, or fwb’s

literally anything else!!!

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—— ( geraldine viswanathan. cis woman, she/her. ) recently seen serving at diner 54: enter ROBIN ELODIE SHRIKE. twenty-eight years old & a capricorn, usually observed in graphic t-shirts, leather jackets, and oversized cargos ; robin is a devotion local known within their circle as COMPOSED + NURTURING, a perpetual hum of me by the 1975 on salted mouth. something of the AFFECTLESS + FICKLE follows, regardless … something to do with working dead end jobs, because who really cares in the end, perhaps ? strange, what a HUMAN can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of a familiar laugh, but there’s an echo that leaves the room feeling cold. it’s hollow and forced, but she’ll take what she can get. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on rolling her eyes at her favourite twinks despite how much she actually loves them, flipping off customers the second they try it with her, dark lipstick; dark eyeshadow; dark attire. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of chronic illness & hospitalization!

stats.

name: robin elodie shrike.

nickname: rob, robby.

age: twenty eight.

gender identity: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: lesbian.

birthday: january 15, 1995.

star sign: capricorn.

myer-briggs: intp.

occupation: waitress at diner 54.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: until the night turns by lord huron.

general disposition: indifferent and judgmental.

background.

the youngest of two older brothers, robin came into the world loudly and aggressively, and it was merely a precursor to how she’d always read

life growing up wasn’t horrible, her parents were loving and their family had money - mum being the owner of a massive publishing company and dad being a big name editor, also the owners of shrike point light library

however it felt as if they were never satisfied, always pushing for more even when their kids were at the top of their classes and heavily involved in as many extracurriculars as they could

it eventually mottled her relationship with her brothers - she was always close with the oldest shrike kid josef, but malcolm had a bad case of middle child syndrome and distanced himself entirely, from their parents and definitely from josef, who was the best of them in their parents eyes

robin herself didn’t purposely act out - she just stopped caring……… academics to her came with ease, she was lucky to be naturally very smart, but she felt no desire to ever challenge herself in her extracurriculars and classes the way her parents wanted her to

she graduated high school and… that was basically it, she never tried to go to university, wrinkled her nose at the idea of taking community college classes as a pass time, she was just done and though her parents hated it, she was free of their judgment

she’s been working at diner 54 for 10 years now - while robin’s free, she feels the opposite of stuck; she loves devotion and plans on staying there for as long as she lives, with her rag tag somewhat dysfunctional group of friends she’s had since she was little

thought it felt like nothing was happening for her, robin didn’t mind it at all; she would give anything to go back to those days before josef fell incredibly sick - a lung infection that resulted in a transplant, which seemed like the worst of it, until his body began to reject the transplant and he’s been in hospital ever since

details.

when she’s not at work, robin’s either in a dingy bar with her friends or at the hospital visiting josef - she has her own cot permanently left in his room for when she has to serve late into the night and visiting hours are technically over

a big reader!!!! ig it runs in the family fr

the epitome of grunge/punk kid

is secretly quite loving and she does make it known with friends but she’s openly sneered in customers faces before if they were rude to her or even bc she thought their dinner orders were Ass

as a human she’s incredibly intrigued and fascinated with the devotion creatures, especially witches of which a lot of her friends are

she can be a bit selfish in her requests and demands sometimes but she just wants to watch people use their powers its cool ok.

is the lesbian mom to her fav twinks around town that she protects like they’re her own children

connections.

needs roommates pls, at least 2!!!

bffs/childhood friends

ppl who work at diner 54 with her!!

someone added to her twink collection :) 

exes!! that ended on good and bad terms

hook ups/fwbs

someone she knows thru her brothers/grew up with them/family friends etc.

anything n everything teehee

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—— ( drew starkey. agender, they/them. ) recently seen floating on their back and pondering the stars at lake obsidian: enter ZEPHYR CASIMIR MONTANA FOGELMAN. twenty-seven years old & a leo, usually observed in a tanktop with high waisted slacks, something subtle but tasteful as to not take away from whatever chic sunglasses they pair with the look ; monty is a devotion local known within their circle as CAPTIVATING + RESILIENT, a perpetual hum of changes by david bowie on salted mouth. something of the CALLOUS + MACHIAVELLIAN  follows, regardless … something to do with the crisis that generally comes whenever they’re finally at peace, only ever knowing it when they’re on their own and wading through the lake, perhaps ? strange, what a SIREN can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of treading water for hours without ever even thinking of growing tired. traveling the globe without even realizing it, but never making it onto land. it’s their dream come true, but no matter how much they try to reach the shore, it seems to distance itself like the cruelest punishment. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on fingertips that are startlingly smooth; never pruned despite the absurd amount of time spent in the water, laughter that could be heard from across the room and somehow always manages to commit itself to memory, heels blistered due to the impatience of waiting for any pair of shoes to break in. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of mental illness, mental breakdowns, & murder!

stats.

name: zephyr casimir montana fogelman.

nickname: monty.

age: twenty seven.

gender identity: agender.

pronouns: they/them.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: august 7, 1996.

star sign: leo.

myer-briggs: entj.

occupation: dancer.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: me and my husband by mitski.

general disposition: haughty and charming.

background.

raised by their dads and the loving surrogate who became a part of their little family, monty was given a name by each of them, one clearly more pretentious than the last

pretentious seemed to be the theme of monty’s life as is, spoiled rotten even still to this day and given anything and everything they ever asked for and then some, it’d always felt like somehow their parents knew what they needed and wanted before they’d even had the time of day to think about what else they didn’t have

they were placed into the best schools and it eventually led to lessons with the best dance studios until said studios were actually paying monty to join their company

days were spent practicing so nights were their only free time, usually perusing the coast of lake obsidian if not fully wading into the salt waters just to feel like they could breathe again

they’re morally grey by nature, but the more restless they became and longer bouts they went without proper sleep, the worse and worse their ethical compass became

a combination of spoiled child growing up that’d never been told no and the high of charming anyone and everyone they could led to a multitude of tourist slaughtering's in a fit of sleep-deprived horror

professional dancing seemed like a fever dream after that, monty’s still a part of the company but they aren’t nearly as devoted to their cause as they used to be

they’re not murderous by nature, but they do manipulate where they can - though they don’t dance professionally anymore, they stuck with the tourist trap of putting on ‘exclusive’ and ‘private’ shows by the lake, where they enjoy luring innocent bystanders for whatever they desire that night. new clothes, money, just some gossip they could potentially use as blackmail for future needs-

details.

not actually as heinous and morally ambiguous as they try to come off as, but that doesn’t mean they’re not . The Worst LSKDHGKHSDGKHSDGLKS

just very egotistical and big-headed

doesn’t particularly care about who they hurt or consequences in general, they’re very selfish in that way, thinking about others hardly ever occurs to them

that’s not to say that they’re not a good friend tho - they’re fiercely loyal to a fault frankly

in my head, their voice sounds different to everyone, from tone and accent to pitch even, whatever someone finds most attractive, but canonically i like to think they have an australian accent (no that makes no sense but r we going to make it work anyway? yuh.)

big slutty slut who sluts around and hates relationships, monogamy is a bit pointless to them and they haven’t been the best partner in the past but they do constantly crave companionship and romance even if they constantly deny it

frankly a bit of a weirdo?? in general???? sometimes it's just to weird people out and then sometimes it's just because. That's Just Them.

connections.

lived in devotion their whole life, so definitely needs some friends

enemies too of course cuz They’re Like That

they have certain people they enjoy constantly coming back to cuz frankly they barely even have to try to get anything out of them so mayb someone like that

exes on good n bad terms

hooks ups, fwbs, past n present all of the above!!!!!

i had more ideas but brain not working so ill add more as i go :yum:

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—— ( joe keery. cis man, he/him. ) recently seen writing at the lighthouses: enter GEORDI QUINN WALDO MASSACRE. twenty-nine years old & a pisces, usually observed in a t-shirt with a pattern so heinous it would put bbq dads to shame, paired together with corduroys or mom jeans ; geordi is a devotion local known within their circle as SANGUINE + FASTIDIOUS, a perpetual hum of powerless (say what you want) by nelly furtado on salted mouth. something of the HIGH-STRUNG + COWARDLY follows, regardless … something to do with the songs he writes on his lonesome, in a secluded cove as close as he dares to get to the lighthouses, perhaps ? strange, what a WITCH can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of a home on a star and gazing upon the coast of devotion. he’s in complete control and everyone important to him looks up at his star for guidance. he can’t leave the star, but it’s cozy here, so he makes due with his guitar and familiar voice of his sister in his head. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on sheet music ringed with coffee stains, startling a passerby with his own scream-laugh; he’d just wanted to play off that he meant to trip over his own feet, mile-wide and crazed grin flashed at strangers to overcompensate for the shaking of his hands. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of anxiety, death, grief, & violence!

stats.

name: geordi quinn waldo massacre.

nickname: geordi, gq, maggy (mum only)

age: twenty nine.

gender identity: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

sexuality: gay.

birthday: march 11, 1994.

star sign: pisces.

myer-briggs: isfp.

occupation: music teacher.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: unknown / nth by hozier.

general disposition: nurturing and anxious.

background.

geordi was born to an up-and-coming rock star / local devotion legend, and his number one groupie at the time

his mum was only 15 when he was born, she still had a whole childhood she wanted to live, and of course his dad didn’t stick around to do any parenting - he was already having multiple other children with multiple other women - so it resulted in geordi raising his mum more than the other way around

by the time he was a teenager his dad was firmly out of his life, his band finally taking off and leaving behind all the families he’d created and destroyed in the blink of an eye to do world tours

the best thing he ever got from his dad was his little sister olive, her own mum and geordi’s close friends that bonded over their hatred for the man that uprooted their lives without even hesitating or caring

growing up already used to taking care of his mum, geordi didn’t hesitate to help raise his sister too, who he still considers his best friend and is fiercely protective of even tho now she’s more his guardian angel than the other way around (she’s sm cooler and he’s just a loser with anxiety problems)

geordi realized he was a witch at a young age, it became sort of obvious when things around him began to set on fire at the slightest increase of any emotion, but it definitely came as a surprise considering his mum is 100% human, so lo and behold his dad cursed him with something else

he never really gained control over his abilities and therefore gets nervous ever using them

just wanted a normal life for himself - the only similarity geordi would admit to having with his dad was their love, passion, and natural gift towards music, so he took this talent and ran, a music teacher now at one of devotion’s public schools

most of geordi’s life was as mundane as it could be and he loved it, until his fiancé lark woke him one night in hysterics, a headache so bad he struggled to speak, walk, basically exist -

a simple slip at work that no one thought anything of had led to a burst aneurysm, he was gone before doctors could even diagnose the issue

geordi waited weeks, but lark never returned to him as a ghost the way he’d hoped, so in a fit of desperation, he turned to his sister and begged her to help him bring lark back - of course olive helped, and while for a week or two at best it seemed like the reanimation spell worked, the malevolence some ghosts possess began to manifest in lark and then some, until he became actively violent, attacking geordi in their home and begging to be put to rest again

geordi doesn’t talk about that particular incident (that took place around two years ago) and he doesn’t talk about lark anymore, and he especially refuses to touch on his magic - probably ever again

details.

he doesn’t actually believe in nicknames, when he introduces himself he says his name’s geordi quinn and will pull a face when people call him geordi, gq, etc. but mostly grin and bears it

his students call him mr. massy, kind of hates the association his last name gives him with his dad and frankly doesn’t particularly think it. appropriate for his students to go around saying Massacre 24/7

he’s developed a barbarically keen sense of mind-reading from growing up and talking to olive in their heads, sometimes a flash of someone’s inner thoughts will go through his mind and he hates it but it’s uncontrollable

just. an awkward anxious fool LKSDHGKLHSDGHSDGLKH he means well but he never rly got to be a kid and had a life of tragedy, he just doesn’t know how to relax rly

there’s been hook up and dating attempts since lark, but he wasn’t much of a Hook Ups person before his fiance and he is Far from it now, and dating just hurts a bit bless his heart

so grossly loving and nurturing its definitely got him hurt in the past, putting all his attention and trust into people who didnt deserve it / didn’t reciprocate but it hasn’t stopped him from doling out all his kindness

a loser pathetic pushover frankly&lt;;/3

connections.

he’s lived in devotion his whole life so friends!!! childhood friends, teacher friends, just friends from any walk of life rly i need it all

including The best friend pls

exes from before lark perhaps/first love situation??

friends of olive’s he sees as siblings / family too :)

awkward hook up attempts as of recent or in the past…….

also dates. he’s tried to go on n it failed OR

dates that went well n he got anxious about feeling something?? :eyes:

ppl who know of his dad, this connection cld go anywhere rly but some juicy ideas could come from his painfully loserish lame ass dad n screwing over more ppl in town etc.

i’d love to see lark’s family?? we can talk over whether geordi is still close w them or if their relationship is more strained after lark’s passing&lt;;/3

anything else that anyone wants :D