#BOTH OF THEM WERE BORN IN DECEMBER TOO.. THIS IS SO FUNNY

[linalilia]

[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 004: chiba naomi

hi, i physically cannot draw characters who are older than, like, 24-25 years old. they always end up looking too young 😭

anyway, meet the oldest prisoner oc i have! she's basically gonna be everyone's mom friend because someone needs to watch over these guys and take care of them and they won't do it themselves.

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General info:

Name: Chiba Naomi (千葉 直美) ("Chiba" means "thousand" and "leaves" and "Naomi" means "direct" and "beautiful")

Age: 30 y/o

Gender: Female

Status: Prisoner 004

Birthday: December 26 (Capricorn)

Height: 178 cm

Blood type: A

Image color: #9DD1D1

Occupation: Elementary school teacher

Personality: Naomi is a very caring and understanding woman who is always here to help other prisoners and even the guards. She believes that she has to guide other prisoners and give them advice because she's the oldest one here and these guys really need someone to rely on. She also has a lot of experience because of her job, so she's good at dealing with the younger prisoners, even though she does look a bit anxious whenever she has to talk to the youngest criminal here who is only 11 years old. Maybe it's because she thinks that he doesn't belong here, so she has no idea what to do to help him? Or maybe her reason is completely different? But no matter how hard Naomi tries to stay strong and act as a reliable "mother figure", she often looks and sounds tired. Whenever her crime is mentioned, she starts visibly panicking, but she's able to calm down quickly. She's definitely one of those prisoners who actually regret committing their crime.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song she would cover: Weakness. I actually wasn't sure which song I should give her at first but then I listened to Weakness again and for some reason I feel like the voice I imagine her to have would fit perfectly?? I JUST KNOW HER COVER WOULD SOUND SO GOOD. Also I accidentally made her pose almost just like Trial 1!Haruka and her MV/crime has similar themes, it would be weird for me to assign her any other song at this point, haha.

Which DECO*27 song she would cover: Liar Dance. It just sounds good in my head, okay?

If she could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: The Day I Was Away From School by Kikuo. It describes the events that happened before her crime really well :)

Her MV description:

Her MV starts with Naomi waving goodbye to her students who leave the classroom and smiling at them. The colors are warm and soft at first, but they become darker and colder when the music starts playing. The classroom is completely empty now, but for some reason Naomi still doesn't want to leave yet. She sees that it's raining outside and she looks a bit more annoyed now. She tries to close the curtains so that she doesn't have to see what's going on outside, but she still can see a lightning strike and she hears a very loud sound of thunder right after that. She gets scared and she almost falls on the floor, but she still can't leave the classroom. She also keeps looking at a particular empty desk, but she tries to distract herself from it. The lyrics mention that she can't go home yet even though it's dangerous for her to stay here.

It slowly starts to rain even more and when Naomi sees another lightning, she notices that the classroom is getting flooded and she finally decides to leave. But as she tries to leave the building, the water just keeps following her and the whole school is becoming more and more flooded. Naomi is finally outside and she gets in her car and she calms down for a moment until she realizes that even her car is becoming flooded. She starts to panic even more and the lyrics mention her getting really angry at someone and hating them so much that she wants them dead.

Another lightning strikes and Naomi opens her eyes to see that same classroom, but the colors are warm again this time and her students greet her and smile at her the same way she smiled at them in the beginning. She starts crying tears of joy and she feels like she's finally free, but then she looks around and realizes that everyone is way too happy. For some reason she doesn't like it and she looks at that empty desk again. She looks lost and confused and she doesn't understand why everyone is still so happy. She walks closer to the desk even though she doesn't want to and notices that something is written on it (but we can't see it that well). She tries to read it and after that she starts crying again, but not out of happiness this time. Her students get worried and try to comfort her, but she just keeps crying and looking at that desk.

Her Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Ah, hello there. My name is Chiba Naomi. So you two are the guards of this prison.. Aren't you a bit too young for this? Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But.. are you sure you can handle a job like this?"

"CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR AT LEAST ONE SECOND? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? WHAT DID I EVEN DO TO YOU, I ALWAYS TRIED MY BEST TO BE KIND TO YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID! SO WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH??"

Trivia.

She thinks she deserves to get voted guilty, however, unlike Shidou, she doesn't want to die, she just wants "someone to tell her that she's guilty". She refuses to explain what she means by that.

Her murder was her only crime and she had only one victim.

She wants to become friends with all the prisoners if possible, but she's not as obsessed with it as Aimi, she just wants to have a good relationship with them and that's all.

If Akio and Aimi's theme is "reputation", then Shun and Naomi's theme is "expectations". I want to talk about it more, but it would be a huge spoiler for Shun's crime and backstory.

[novy2sirius]

Numerology by Novy

There are multiple numbers in your birthday. The most common ones being the day of the month you were born and your life path number. These two are the strongest numerical energies within you/your life (especially the life path number) but you also have other numbers too

Your Life Path #

Your life path number is the strongest numerical energy in your birthday and reveals your purpose. It can be calculated by adding your birthday numbers together then reducing them. The only time you don’t reduce them is if the total adds to 11, 22, or 33 because those are master numbers. There are also other special numbers other than master numbers that would have both the reduced energy and non reduced energy - 19, 28, etc

Some Examples:

• Alexa Demie born Dec 11 1990 is a life path 6 (December is the 12th month - 1+2+1+1+1+9+9=24-2+4=6)

• Albert Einstein born March 14 1879 is a life path 33 (March is the 3rd month - 3+1+4+1+8+7+9=33)

• Drake born on October 24 1984 is a life path 31/4 (October is the 10th month - 1+2+4+1+9+8+4=31-3+1=4)

Your true Life Path #

Your true life path number is calculated the same way as your regular one just not reduced. It can tell about a significant age in your life

Some examples:

• My mom’s true life path number is 31 and that’s the age she had me - which is extremely significant because duh it’s me ;)

• My true life path number is 17 and at 17 I learned about astrology which changed my life

Your Day of the month #

The day of the month in which you were born is the second most important numerical energy in your birthday and reveals how to fulfill your purpose. You also must reduce this number as well unless it’s a master number

Your Attitude #

Your talent number can tell about your talents and just other numerical energy you have in general. It’s calculated by adding both your birth month and birth day together

Some Examples:

• Druski born September 12 has a talent number 3 (9+1+2=3) which is the number of comedy and he’s a comedian who’s also known for being funny online

• Adriana Lima born June 12 has a talent number 9 (6+1+2=9) which is the number of extreme beauty which is why she makes such a great model

Your Month + Year #

This is another numerical energy in your birthday that can be calculated by adding both your birth month and year

Example:

• Jacob Elordi was born June 1997 and his is 5 (6+1+9+9+7=32-3+2=5) and 5 is the number of societal beauty. He is considered conventionally attractive. This is also the number of entertainment and he’s an actor

Your birthday month #

The month you were born is under looked and very important to check as well

Example:

• Theo Von is considered very funny to many people but has no 3 energy (the number of comedy) in his day number or life path however he is born in the 3rd month of the year

Your birthday year #

The year you were born can tell about your numerical energy as well

Some Examples:

• Marilyn Monroe born in 1926 a 9 year (1+9+2+6=18-1+8=9) was known for her acting and 9 energy indicates a talented actor

• Olivia Rodrigo was born in 2003 a 5 year (2+3=5) which is the number of entertainment and she’s a singer. It’s also the number of societal beauty and she’s considered to be attractive to society

Your Letterology

Your name also has numerical energy in it. Each letter equals a number in letterology. You can use your birth name or nickname to find your energy. What people call you holes the most energy in my opinion. The letters go in order a=1, b=2, c=3, d=4, etc. There’s also capital letters that begin with A=27, B=28, C=29, D=30, E=31, and so on

Example:

• (Marilyn Monroe) Marilyn = 11, Monroe = 8, Marilyn Monroe = 1. Marilyn Monroe also has 13 letters in it and M is the 13th letter. 8, 11, and 13 are all fame numbers. 1 represents leadership which is why she’s one of the number one most famous people that ever lived

[rubywolf0201]

GREAT NEWS BUCCHIGIRI?! FANDOM!!! IT SEEMS LIKE THE WRITING TEAM DECIDED TO RELEASE ALL OF THE MAIN CAST’S BIRTHDATES AND THEIR PERSONAL LIVES!!

Let’s look at Arajin and Matakara’s revealed bio:

Arajin’s birthday is on the 6th June. It is also confirmed that he does have a Dad around but where he is kind of unknown.

Matakara’s birthday is on the 7th April. Asides from Mitsukuni, there’s no mention of where the Asamine’s parents are. Though, Episode 2 mentions that they have relatives but whether they’re biological or adopted is kind of up to interpretation.

Senya even has a revealed birthdate which is 21st June but his relatives are never mentioned tho then again, being a genie or mythical being, I doubt Senya even has relatives to begin with or maybe he has but many centuries have passed and they could’ve been long gone. Blood type is never mentioned but maybe it didn’t matter to him, since again he is a genie.

Next up we have the Best Friends©️*

Zabu’s birthday is on the 10th May. He is confirmed to have parents and an older sister. Although, I did someone on X/Twitter in the JP fandom making fanart of Zabu and his unseen older sister before meaning that somewhere along the way prior to the revealed bio, someone got info of Zabu having an older sis (I think at least?)

Komao’s birthday is revealed to be on the 14th December. Boy does he have a large family: He has grandparents, his parents, 3 little brothers and 2 little sisters. Which makes him the oldest one in the family. Makes you wonder what is Komao’s family life like.

Then we have the Jin siblings and Outa!

Marito’s birthday happens to be on the 15th March, which is one day after White Day (a male equivalent of Valentines Day in Japan). Funny how both siblings are born on special days that centers around love.

Mahoro’s we already knew but what is interesting is that the bio confirms that both her and Marito’s parents are around. But what kind of relationship she and Marito has with their parents are unknown but given her brocon behaviour, it might be that their parents are neglectful or abusive. Or that Mahoro is just a huge ass weirdo around Marito and their parents are ordinary people.

Outa’s birthday is on the 10th August. He is confirmed to have parents and a little brother. And it’s also pretty obvious that having a subtle lion motif to him, his star sign is a Leo. (I apologize I can’t say much about Outa given how I don’t feel his character too strongly compared to the rest and how he was sidelined pretty early on but he’s neat I’ll say)

I wish I could’ve added Akutaro, Jabashiri and Hagure to the list but I already ran out of limit on this post. 🥲 So I added in the main leads, the sole main female character, the ones that are promoted by merch a lot (Marito and Outa) and personal favs.

*: I say Best Friends because prior to Arajin moving back to Honki City and patching up his friendship with Matakara, I felt that Zabu and Komao were kind of like ride and die with each other and Matakara. Also I like them ok?

[toasttt11]

family

December 13, 2022

The Dallas Stars has just finished playing The New Jersey Devils in New Jersey winning 4-1.

The team noticed how excited Wyatt has been since they left Dallas and headed to Jersey, she’s been vibrating with excitement the whole game and they noticed pretty quickly the Devils were a lot kinder to Wyatt on the ice and gentler on the hits they landed on her.

“Johnny.” The stars coach Peter called out as he was about to head out after talking with the team, Wyatt looked up from where she was standing in front of her stall, “Your curfew was approved.” Peter smiled seeing her exicted smile.

Wyatt asked for an extension on her curfew to spend time with her family for the night as the team had an off day in Jersey tomorrow.

“Ooo!!” Tyler perked up looking very curious and turning to Wyatt wiggling his eyebrows at her, “Why do you need an extension for curfew?” Tyler questioned noisily.

“I’m seeing my family.” Wyatt answered as she started putting on her suit back on.

“Family?” Mason titled his head curiously.

“Mhm.” Wyatt nodded slipping her shoes on, “My god brother plays on the Devs so our families came out to see us play.” Wyatt smiled softly at the thought of being able to see her family today, she hugged Jack quickly when she saw him on the ice but she’s didn’t get to see anyone else before the game.

Wyatt’s parents had never named anyone her godparents when she was born not being able to choose someone and when they met the Hughes within a few years Ellen and Jim became her godparents.

“Who?” Jason questioned not knowing Wyatt had family on another team.

“Jack.” Wyatt answered as she stood up slipping her phone and wallet into her pocket.

“Wait Hughes?” Jason spluttered not knowing Wyatt knew them.
Wyatt just shrugged not answering as she walked out of the locker room and saw The Hughes all waiting for her outside.

“Rietta!” Luke beamed as he saw his best friend in the first time since the summer, it always made him sad how they aren’t as close anymore and don’t get to spend much time together.

“Moosey.” Wyatt smiled brightly back jumping into his arms and hugging his best friend back, she let out a sigh of relief being in such familiar arms and hearing her childhood nickname.

Luke had come up for the game so he could see his best friend.

“Come on i missed her too!” Jack whined pushing Luke away and pulling Wyatt into a tight hug, “Hey Rie.” Jack pressed a kiss to the side of her head, Jack has always considered Wyatt and Quinn as his sisters and they have always been his family as well.

“Hi Jack Jack.” Wyatt softly greeted back squeezing him just as tightly back.

“Oh my sweet Wyatt.” Ellen cooed pulling her goddaughter into a tight hug, Ellen has absolutely adored Wyatt and Quinn since she met them and consideres them both her daughters.

“Hi Aunty El.” Wyatt beamed happily melting into her godmothers hug.

Ellen rocked them back and forth before reluctantly releasing her and letting Jim pull Wyatt into a tight hug.

“Hi Wy.” Jim softly spoke pressing a gentle kiss to the side of head, he remembered the days she was shorter than him and now he can barely see the top of her head.

“Hi Uncle Jim.” Wyatt happily hugged him back.

Luke waited for Wyatt and his dad to stop hugging before he threw his arm around her shoulder and brought her to his side.

“What do you want to eat?” Ellen asked softly running a hand across Wyatt’s wet curls.

“Why does Rie get to pick?” Jack pouted crossing his arms, Wyatt snickered always finding Jack’s dramatics funny.

“Who won the game?” Jim snarked with a small smirk to his son watching as Jack gasped looking extremely offended.

It was a tradition they have had for years now, growing up most weekends Quinn, Jack, Luke, Quinn and Wyatt all had games so they would get a point if they won their game and points for however many points they got in the game, whoever had the most got to choose what they had for dinner.

“Rie.” Jack pouted still looking very offended.

“You choose for me.” Wyatt smiled sweetly, she truthfully did not care where they went and obviously Jack knows the food places a lot better here in New Jersey than she does.

“And this is why you are my favorite Rie.” Jack beamed and softly pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Wyatt just smiled and leaned her head against Luke’s head watching as Jack chose a place for them to have dinner at.

Luke watched as most of the players from both of the teams started to walk out of their locker rooms.

Luke noticed immediately when one of the players walked out and their eyes immediately were drawn right to Wyatt and Luke raised a suspicious eyebrow as the players face soften as he looked at Wyatt and smiled at her.

Luke looked at Wyatt and saw her sweetly smiling at the player and waving at him as he walked by.

“Who was that?” Luke questioned curiously wondering if that is someone she has talked about before.

Wyatt blinked in surprise and turned her attention to Luke and away from watching Jake walk away, “Oh that’s Jakey.”

Luke hummed noticing immediately how her voice sounded different talking about Jake and he remembered she has brought him up in quite a few of their conversations.

Whatever was going on between Wyatt and Jake was obviously not one sided and Luke decided to not pry yet but maybe in the future if nothing has changed between the two.

“Alright let’s go.” Ellen clapped getting Wyatt and Luke’s attention, “Jackie here has finally chosen a place to eat.” Ellen softly teased her middle son.

“Mom!” Jack protested pouting once again.

Ellen just snickered slighty as she looped arms with her husband and started walking away.

Luke and Wyatt shared a small snicker watching Jack as they followed all of them.

[silawastaken]

I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

[symphonic-scream]

Back when the Legend of Korra finale first aired, I was a little baby gay and had a different tumblr which I believe I deleted. On said tumblr, I think I mentioned vaguely that I had an idea for fankids for them

It's been 9 years since I deleted that tumblr. It's going to be 10 years since the finale this December. The release of the (underwhelming) live action Last Airbender has brought me back to a show that truly changed my life, and made me feel seen as a queer, mixed native kid (I'm a quarter, my grandpa was full)

So. Here's a little post about those ocs, who I found in my old seventh grade french notes (I never paid attention in that class lmao)

Anyways!y Korrasami kids. Let's go over them

Hiroto Sato (Ref age 16)

So I imagine that once their lives were stable, that they'd want to have a baby. Asami would carry in my mind, just because Korra would be all worried about how her body would handle it after the poisoning thing. However, their plans go, twisted. Cause they have twins

Their first born is their son, named after Hiroshi Sato, though Asami didn't want to directly name him after her father because her feelings would be still complicated. So, Hiroto. He goes by Hiro, mostly, and he's a fire bender

His eyes are a dark brown/grey, and he keeps his hair at a sort of medium length? It curls slightly around his ears, and he'd need glasses starting at age 14. He likes warm, comfy clothes

Hiro isn't very physically, well, talented. He's clumsy, trips over his own feet sometimes, the kind of person who's thinking so hard he smacks into polls and apologizes to them. He'd nervously chew on the skin of his thumb as he works. Hiro's an awkward guy, not great at conversation. He's always had a knack for art, and wants to become a city planner. He's not a great bender, but he does like helping out in the kitchen

Yasuko Sato (Ref age 16)

Their only daughter and youngest bio child, it's younger twin Yasuko! Korra chose her name. She knows how much Asami's mom meant to her, and honestly, the baby looked a lot like the old photos of Yasuko. As much as a baby can, at least. Like her brother, she's a fire bender

She's nearly a carbon copy of Asami. Green eyes, wavy black hair, though she smiles a little crooked. She keeps her hair up in a high pony, and even though she needs glasses like her brother, she rarely wears them. She forgets them more often then not, and just takes his to read momentarily. She's, like, "sleeves? Never heard of them"

Yasuko showed real promise in fire bending when Korra first started teaching her, so she decided to get both twins a proper teacher. Yasuko wanted to be a hero like her Moma, and grew up wanting to help people. Her goal is to be a fire fighter! She's the funny friend, always makes others smile, a jokester

Kova Sato (Ref age 19)

So, the next three are all adopted. There was a disaster type happening in the furthest parts of the Northern Water Tribe, and Korra went to help in the aftermath. After helping with search and rescue efforts, she goes to visit the injured to sort of, give them hope

That's where she meets Kova. He's 9 at the time, yet he was working hard to use his water bending to help heal alongside the elder women. She talks to him while handing out some food shipped in from Republic City, and finds out he lost his parents, and has been looking after his younger brother

Long story short, both boys return to the city with her, and Asami ends up understanding why her wife couldn't leave them behind

Kova is a big guy. He's mixed water tribe earth nation, so while he's got dark skin, his eyes are a dark green, and his hair is messy, dark brown. Quiet guy, but tall for his age. Real gentle, there's a reason he has an affinity for healing. He's got little sun freckles too!

He's great with words. He's a blooming poet, writing the stories people tell him during healing sessions. Incredibly kind, loves the idea of memories making someone immortal. The first poems he writes are of his birth parents, and the second? Of his mom's, and his siblings.

Haoyu Sato (Ref age 12)

He's Kova's younger brother, and was only 2 when Korra took them in and brought them to Republic City.

Haoyu is just paler than his older brother, with darker, messier hair, and blue eyes. His smile is bright, pure joy and energy. He's an endless ball of energy, and reminds his mom's and grandparents of a young Korra; he knows he's hot shit. He's an earth bender, starting at age 6

He's obsessed with pro bending. But, he doesn't dream of being an athlete, but an announcer. Reading is tough for him, and he struggles a bit in school, but when he comes home each day, he's surrounded by love, and care. Asami is always happy to sit with him and help him make sense of his school work, gentle, kind, and patient

I imagine he'd wear someone like a hoodie and soft puffy pants, the kind that end above the ankle.

Gyaltsen Sato (Ref age 5)

The youngest, and again, not exactly a planned adoption. His mother was a newer air acolyte, and she didn't make it through the birth. Tenzin asked Korra and Asami to look after baby Gyaltsen away from the busy temple until someone could take him in, but, the mom's got attached

Just barely darker than Asami and the twins, Gyaltsen has the lightest hair in the family, and the darkest eyes. He's an airbender who shows extreme potential, and is one of Jinora's most promising young students

He's got this spark for life. Everything is so cool to him, so amazing, it's rare for him to be disappointed by something. He feels things strongly, and his Moma Korra sits with him to meditate and talk about his big feelings

He's still very young and growing up, so he's got time to become himself

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ANYWAYS. THERE THEY ARE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

[dasha-aibo]

New Year's Eve is the biggest holiday in Russia.

It eclipses the WWII Victory Day, Russian Day, Easter and even the meager Orthodox Christmas (celebrated on Jan 7th). The only reason anyone remembers Orthodox Christmas in the first place is because the official state holidays now last from December 31st all the way to January 8th. And because of the memes of Putin's lonely Christmas celebrations.

New Year's Eve in Russia has a long and complicated history. It was celebrated manly by the rich during the times of the Empire, while the peasants preferred Christmas with it's own set of traditions. But the Soviets banned religion and quickly noticed just how depressed everyone was during the coldest and darkest time of the year in one of the coldest and darkest countries in the world.

So a new New Year's Eve tradition was born, cannibalizing many aspects of previous Christmas celebrations, both from the nobility and the peasants.

By now NYE became so ingrained as part of Soviet and new Russian culture, that it even receives pushback. Some younger liberal-minded people started to eschew some of the older traditions. Like the mayonaisse-potato-bologna "Olivier" salad, or watching that one Soviet cuck movie that everyone seems to really like.

After the war the divide became even more pronounced.

Many Ukrainians moved to celebrate Christmas on the 25th, like Westerners do. And there's a clear push for it to supercede the NYE in public consciousness.

And many Russians were forced into exile by the state and now feel lonely and disconnected from their roots in emigration. Some of them turn to abandoning all the traditions they were raised on. Some dig their heels in and start celebrating NYE Soviet-style even harder.

And here I am, stuck in the middle of all of this.

I never felt like Russia was where I belong. That country took too much from me and left so many scars on my soul it's not even funny.

But I still have fond memories of celebrating NYE with my parents.

The best one involves Thailand and zero "Olivier salad".

So that's that, I guess.

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Day 3 - Birthday

He despised his birthday, she knew that much. He had know hers from the beginning, even before she had joined his ranks, proud that Cygnus was of his eldest daughter. So proud he had made a point of mentioning it to Lord Voldemort that first year she had been out of Hogwarts.

So proud he had invited the Dark Lord himself to their dinner party for the second year she was home to celebrate it.

By then, she had begun her studies under him, but his birthday remained a mystery to her. It had taken her years to figure it out.

She knew how old he was, she had deduced his exact age from the gap between her father and him at school. She figured he had been born later in the year, like her, otherwise he would have been a year more above her father at Hogwarts. But month and day eluded her still.

Men like Abraxas, who had shared a dorm with Lord Voldemort, were either far too loyal or far too scared to share the information.

Bellatrix huffed at the thought of her conversation with Abraxas. The man had been positively cryptic about the matter. She had dared and tried to pry into his mind to collect whatever memories his reminiscing stirred up. She had found herself on the harsh end of an ice blue glare.

“You’re good, but not that good, Bella.”

She had not apologised.

“Why do you want to know? Drop the matter, it’s of no use to you.”

Bellatrix had bit her tongue inside her mouth at that. What was she supposed to tell him? That she wanted to give their master a birthday present? That she wanted to wear pretty underwear for her lover to peel off of her on that night?

She had even entertained the thought of tracking down the records from the orphanage where Lord Voldemort had lived as a child, and quickly found the error in her ways as she found the place to be not only a ruin, but also one owned by Lord Voldemort himself.

Who had found her self-appointed mission funny for a little while. He teased her mercilessly about it, going so far as to whisper a taunt in her ear as he placed his own birthday gift around her neck during her last birthday.

“Pity you can’t wish me happy birthday on the actual day, Bella.”

He had kissed that spot behind her right ear that they both loved, but the sting of the taunt had not diminished. His smile on the mirror had been positively wicked. And he had laughed at her attempted glare.

She had finagled his zodiac sign out of him after weeks of trying. She amused him with her perseverance on the matter. And she was well aware that he had given it to her as a boon. She had uncovered important information concerning the Aurors, and her master had seen it fit to reward her.

The problem was that being a Capricorn born in 1926 left her with ten possible birthdays.

She had been inclined to think him a child of the solstice. She was, after all, a child of the equinox, and to think them so compatible, meant for one another by the stars themselves, fed her ego in a way she was unlikely to admit.

He had chuckled, deep in his chest, once he found the thought in her mind.

He wasn’t born on Christmas either. She had tried that last year. She had given him a small box as she sat down on his desk, feet dangling off the floor, and a coy smile on the corner of her mouth.

“We don’t usually exchange gifts, Bella.”

“It’s not a Christmas gift, my Lord.”

He had toyed with the box then, turning it between his long fingers, appreciating the anticipation painted across her face.

“It’s not my birthday, you rotten creature,” he had said, his playful tone alone making up for her disappointment.

Still, she had turned twenty-five last September, and her self-appointed mission had been going on for three years. Which was two years and eleven months longer than she had planned for it to be.

She had three possibilities remaining. The 23rd, the 27th and New Year’s Eve. And judging from his sour mood on every December 31st she had been near him, she was willing to bet that was his birthday.

He did despise it, she knew that much. He had never celebrated it in school, Abraxas had told her. Her father had mentioned they were mostly absent on the day, given it was during Yule. Most of his schoolmates were home celebrating with their families, some overseas even, while Lord Voldemort remained at Hogwarts, alone. Cygnus had never seen anyone wish him a happy birthday, even a belated one after the school break.

Bellatrix did not know why her master disliked his own birthday so. Or why his mood seemed to be appeased every time it was clearly established that the dinner parties were about the New Year. And not himself.

She had thrown dinner parties over the last three years during those suspicious ten days. Never on Christmas, which was spent at Black Manor or Grimmauld Place, and never on New Year’s Eve, which was traditionally spent at Malfoy Manor ever since she could remember. And over those dinner parties, there would always come a moment when she was alone with Lord Voldemort in some corner of the room. Every time, he had smiled down upon her and whispered “not today”.

She had considered throwing such dinner parties on the 23rd and on the 27th, but those days had ruled themselves out this year.

She had gone Muggle hunting on the 23rd, so that she would have targets for a new spell Lord Voldemort meant to teach her. She had daringly remarked that maybe she ought to put bows on her newly acquired test subjects, and he had laughed wholeheartedly.

“First and foremost, it is not my birthday, Bella. Second, should you ever gift me Muggles still breathing, not mangled, and not a piece of information to make up their lack of worth to show for it, I’ll be sure to let you know the extent of my disappointment.”

Bella laughed in response, and made sure every single Muggle met a gruesome end during her lessons.

On the 27th there had been a dinner party at the Selwyn’s. She had worn a deep green dress that clung to her shape, and dainty underwear. The Selwyn family kept a zoo of sorts, one they liked to offer a tour of every year, showcasing the new beasts they had bred or purchased. Bellatrix had plans for herself, her master, and the hour the tour would last. She had not hidden his gift in her garter, though, as she was mostly sure of his birthday then.

Still, he had taken his time appraising her clad in nothing but underwear. His fingers traveled over the silver embellishments on it, steadying over the silk bow that closed her bra at the front.

“Is this your idea of a birthday present, Bella?”

“It’s not your birthday, my Lord, is it?” she had replied, confident on the answer to that question.

He had answered her by pulling the bow undone, and taking her against the wall.

Today was different. It was the 31st, and it was his birthday. He would be moody upon his arrival at Malfoy Manor, and she would make sure to lift his spirits before midnight.

She tucked his gift in her garter.

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Live

pairing; Niall Horan x black!OC/reader (reader has a name, but read in second person)

summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....

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You laughed shyly again and decided you should take off the bonnet holding your braids if you were gonna do this. “Cmon, Maia. Cmon.” he cheered you on. “There's 42 thousand people who want to see your face.” that scared you shitless. “Oi, don't say that.” you scolded jokingly and you picked the phone up from the bed. “What are you some sort of model?” he spoke when your face was in full frame. You heard Atticus laugh as you slapped a hand against your face. “Eff off.” you told both of them.

May 2020

The live was pretty silent when it first started. Just the sounds of Niall strumming the guiatar. He started talking about the future of music and that's when you decided to comment.

“I think you should listen to my cover of Still” Niall read aloud and you panicked. In what world would he have seen your comment? “Well let's bring you on then. Gonna bring in Maia” you were sure you were dreaming. “Did he just-” your best friend Atticus snapped his head towards you. “Holy fuck,” you said as you accepted it with the phone turned towards the ceiling.

“I heard that.” he scolded and you laughed nervously, “ ‘ello.” you spoke softly. “Do we not get to see your face?” he spoke confused, “just a hidden person.”

“I don't know about that, I didn't think you were gonna ring me in.” you laughed and at him, “well i did so,”he shrugged with a smile. “Show yourself.” Atticus laughed as you hid yourself in your hands with laughter. “I know I look a right mess right now, I'm still in bed.” you spoke shyly, realising the magnitude of this conversation. “No you don't, your only telling yourself that.”

“Are you Irish?” Niall finally picked up. “And scottish. But funny story really.’ you spoke sarcastically. “I was born in Dublin then when you went all hollywood on us, my parents decided to move to Mullingar, never told me why.” he laughed at the story and while it wasn't funny it was the way you delivered it. You laughed shyly again and decided you should take off the bonnet holding your braids if you were gonna do this. “Cmon, Maia. Cmon.” he cheered you on. “There's 42 thousand people who want to see your face.” that scared you shitless. “Oi, don't say that.” you scolded jokingly and you picked the phone up from the bed. “What are you some sort of model?” he spoke when your face was in full frame. You heard Atticus laugh as you slapped a hand against your face. “Eff off.” you told both of them.

“Well how old were you?”

“I was only 5.” you watched him do the maths in his head for a few seconds, “so you're 20 now?” you shook your head. “19, I turn 20 in december.” he nodded his head in understanding as he spoke, “you live there now? Or have you moved?” he asked as flipped to show him the window. “Does that answer your question?” it was the mural of him across the street and he laughed. “A real fan I see.” and you laughed. “It was the only place i could move into at the time.” he laughed at you and you shook your head.

“Niall you should make her perform for all these people.” Atticus spoke up from next to you. “You have someone with you.” his voice was tight and you didn't know why. “That's my best friend Atticus. He just wants to embarrass me so he has something funny to tell his boyfriend.” you shot back at him. “He is not my boyfriend… yet. And if i wanted to embarrass you id just tell them that you're a raging One Direction fan” Niall and 50k people watched as you hit his shoulder causing him to nudge off the bed and almost fall. You laughed throwing your head back and Niall did too. 

“Okay let's not get hurt on my live. I don't want any legal action.” you laughed as you situated the phone in your hand again. “I do want to hear you though. That is why I brought you on.” you shook your head. “Alright hang on.” 

You got up from the bed and went your ‘music room’ which was the guest bedroom and picked up your acoustic guitar setting the phone on the sheet stand and popping on your headphones so the audio wouldn't be scratchy. “Very professional.” niall commented as fiddled with his guitar. “Take it away.” you cringed tuning your guitar to the right keys. “I'm gonna make a complete haymes of myself.” Niall shook his head letting go of the guitar strings. “You won’t. Now play.”  

You started with the familiar strums of guitar as you did your best not to look at the phone in front of you. 

My mind is complicated

Find it hard to rearrange it

But I'll have to find a way somehow

Overreacting lately

Find it hard to say I'm sorry

But I'll make it up to you somehow

Niall had his eyes closed his head swaying slightly with a small smile

And I just don't know why

The stars won't shine at night

Tell me you want it

If you were watching the phone you would have seen Niall open his eyes in positive shock at how breathy you hit the note.

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

You played a little bit more of guitar before stopping and looked at the phone to see Niall looking at you bewildered. “Why did you stop?” you shrugged shyly. “I didn't know you wanted me to sing the whole song.” you shot back with a laugh. “What got you into music?” he asked as you played with the strings of the guitar softly. “I don't know, I've always been into it but right now- I mean the whole world has become a creative.” you watched his eyes light up as you said it. “You have to to let it come to you, you know.” you shrugged.

“That was truly amazing. Anytime i hear covers i'm scared because what if i don't like it you know. But that was amazing. You should definitely pursue a career in music. I would love to hear your voice on a stage.”

And that he would...

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen : Coward

Summary: Remus finds a way to communicate. James finds a way to help a friend.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.

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December 22nd, 1972

As the days grew closer to Winter Break, the more withdrawn Sirius became. None of them dared touch the subject of his family, though they all knew the unspoken truth of everything. Leading up to day of their departure, they all made it a point to cheer Sirius up at any cost; whether that meant James taking him out for quidditch practice more often, or her and Remus skipping their scheduled library time in lieu of listening to records in the Gryffindor Common Room. Peter found it harder than the rest, trying his best to help distract his friend. The two were like oil and water sometimes, Sirius frequently becoming annoyed with Pete over trivial things such as chess moves, quidditch rules, and (most ardently) opinions on David Bowie (Pete seemed to think he was ‘too flashy’, preferring the likes of Bob Dylan when it came to muggle music). One person that didn’t have a difficult time distracting Sirius seemed to be Mary, of whom he was beginning to spend more and more time with. Mary was sweet, funny, and absolutely gorgeous, so it only made sense that she would set her sights on one of the fittest boys in their year. She began to sit with them during meals, sandwiched between Sirius and her best friend Marlene. When the topic of quidditch came up (which it always did), Mary would sigh and set her golden-brown eyes across the table to her and Remus. The three of them talked about muggle music, books, and movies. Mary was muggle-born as well, and she immediately felt a kinship; it also helped that Mary was extremely opinionated and not afraid to vocalize it, putting Sirius in his place a few times before winter break started. She liked Mary a lot, so why was there a dull ache in her chest whenever Sirius smiled at her?

Going home for Christmas was harder than before, and she could only assume it would get worse as the years spent at Hogwarts went on. It’s not that she didn’t miss her parents, but the muggle world didn’t fascinate her anymore; there was no wonder, or mystery, or…spark. She wanted nothing more than to stay in Scotland, surrounded by the tall castle walls, vibrating with magic stretching back hundreds of years. Jealousy peaked its head in when she thought of her friends getting to go home to magical households, only to be quickly shut away as she remembered the scars Sirius had shown her on his birthday. She thought of Remus’ parents, and the cage they kept him in both metaphorically and physically. At least her parents were supportive, at least they loved her.

As they arrived at King’s Cross, she bid her friends goodbye, lingering back with Remus as he scanned the platform for his parents. She waved at the sight of her dad peaking over a family of young wizards towards the back of the crowd.

“Oh! before you go, I have something for you,” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice as he bent down to rummage through his bag.

“Remus,” her tone was one of faux disappointment, “you really shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I don’t need—“

He thrust a small book into her hands, smiling shyly at her. 

She ran her fingers over the smooth leather cover, flipping it open to reveal its heavyweight cream colored pages. 

“A sketchbook,” she breathed, “Oh Remus, it’s wonderful! Thank you!”

“It’s not just any sketchbook, watch,” he said, pulling out his wand. He tapped a page twice, and the inked words started to appear.

If you ever need me, I’m always within reach. - RL

She looked up at him, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Just write something, and tap twice with your wand,” he held up an identical book, “I’ll get it on my end.”

Her eyes started to fill with tears and she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, “This is amazing, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” she whispered, face buried into the side of his neck.

“It’s just a modified Aparecium charm and—“

“—shut up. It’s perfect,” she cut him off, refusing to allow him to undermine his own genius.

They lingered in the embrace, until Remus caught sight of his parents on the platform. 

“I’ve gotta go—“ he whispered, and she didn’t need to look up to know they were watching. Swallowing the sinking feeling in her stomach, she pushed the need to ask what Remus was so afraid of into the back of her mind. Releasing him, she glanced down at the sketchbook and smiled, “You don’t have an excuse to not write me this time, Remus Lupin.”

———

For the first time in two years, Remus wrote her almost every day. The sketchbook was practically glued to her person, scribbling down responses frantically and giggling softly to hide the correspondence. The constant contact made the Hogwarts-sized hole in her heart a little smaller. 

Maybe she was delusional, or just going mad, but it almost seemed like Remus was opening up more through their new mode of communication. Never one for heartfelt talks, or expressing his emotions openly in general, Remus tended to keep a lot hidden, something she had (for the most part) grown used to. The sketchbook had created a proverbial security blanket, allowing him to feel comfortable enough to begin to share bits and pieces of insight into his mysterious home-life. His mom was sick, something he confided in her on Christmas Day. The doctors weren’t sure what it was, but she had good days and bad.

Christmas was bad. Remus didn’t respond until the following afternoon. 

He said that another doctor came to the house and gave her some medicine to help her sleep, and his dad had left shortly afterwards in a state of anger, something Remus was relieved about. When pressed further, Remus wrote back about how his mother (who she now knew as Hope) was refusing magical intervention, and would only allow muggle doctors into the house. Ever since his accident when he was little, Remus said she had become wary of magic. 

The admission brought her closer to him, hoping that maybe now they would be able to communicate more effectively in the future and avoid any silent standoffs like before. 

In addition to Remus, she also wrote letters to the other three. She only ever heard back from two. 

———

The steam from the engine was making her eyes water as she hung out of the compartment window. Remus, James, and Peter sat behind her, talking amongst themselves as she searched the emptying platform for the final member of the party. A glimpse of black hair caught her peripheral, snapping her head to see Regulus stepping onto the train. Off to the side, was Walburga, arms crossed and lips in her trademark scowl as she watched her youngest son board the Hogwarts Express. 

Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

She quickly pushed back through the window, stepping over Remus’ long legs to scamper out into the corridor.

“Oi!” James called, leaping up to peer out after her.

She pushed through the students lingering outside of the other corridors, looking for the younger Black brother. She didn’t get far before he emerged from the other car, shouldering past her without so much as a glance.

“Reg!” She called, spinning quickly towards him, “Where’s Sirius?” 

Regulus turned around slowly, his grey eyes dissecting her, “He’ll be late.”

What the fuck did that mean? The train left in 2 minutes. 

He turned back around, head cocking over his shoulder as he started walking away, “…and don’t ever presume to speak to me again, mudblood.” 

She felt the blood leave her face. If she wasn’t so concerned for Sirius, she might’ve said something, but instead headed back towards her compartment, pale and anxious. 

———

The train ride to Hogwarts was weird. James didn’t know what to do with himself without his best friend to conspire with. Remus was quietly reading for the majority of the ride, only pausing to speak with the others about new developments in the war when James brought it up. 

That’s what they were calling it now: a war.

James told them about the secret meetings being held at his house over the break, the coming and going of powerful wizards including Dumbledore himself. Voldemort was gaining power, apparently amassing more and more followers by the day. Beside her on the bench, Peter shuddered.

“Alright?” She nudged him gently.

He offered a sheepish smile, “Yeah, sorry. Things have been…difficult at home. Mum’s getting called out at all hours of the night, Dad comes home from work so exhausted every day that he’s like a walking corpse. It’s just…scary to hear about everything…”

She passed him her last chocolate frog, a small gesture that she knew couldn’t make up for the fear and anxiety, but it was all she could offer at the moment. 

The carriage ride to the castle consisted of James and Peter’s frantic quidditch analysis, with her and Remus both staring out the rainy window in silence. Once inside the Great Hall, they diverged, forced to separate to their respective house tables. She craned her neck from the opposite side of the hall, trying to see her friends from two tables over. Remus caught her eye, staring back sadly as she noticed the empty seat beside James. 

———

Mollitiam, Remus wrote the Gryffindor password into the sketchbook later that night. She had it open next to her pillow, waiting to hear any word about Sirius. It was the first thing Remus sent after getting back to the common room, he’s not here. Curtains drawn tight, silencing charm cast, she buried into the quilt and cried as the images of his scarred body flashed through her mind. 

That night, she dreamt of Regulus. His silver eyes boring holes into her skull as he hurled curse after curse towards her. Bracing for pain, she felt nothing but the heat of the passing blasts. Looking up, Reg was smirking. From behind, she heard whimpering. 

Slowly, she turned, only to find Sirius laying on the cold stone, surrounded in a pool of his own blood. 

She woke up yelling a name, but unable to remembers who’s. Great heaving breaths tried to calm the still-firing nerves buzzing throughout her body. She looked around her bed, taking note of the small crack of sunlight coming through the part in the curtains; it must be just past dawn. The sketchbook brought back the memories of last night, and she quickly picked it up to read the small message scrawled in the top corner: He’s here. 

She’d never run that fast in her life. Lungs burning, and legs shaking, she yelled the password to the Fat Lady and clambered through the portrait hole to find James, Remus, and Peter in the common room by the fire. 

“Where is he?” She exhaled.

Remus stood up, placing his book down on the table, “Sleeping. He didn’t get in ’til before dawn.”

She looked up at the staircase that led to the boy’s dormitory, “How is he? Did any of you speak to him?”

By the fireplace, James looked solemn. Remus glanced over at him briefly, “He’s—he’s alright. Didn’t seem to want to talk much…” 

There was something else that happened, she could tell by his tone. She was willing to bet Sirius had another outburst at one of their misfortunes. 

She sighed, turning and beginning to jog up the stairs before Remus grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face him.

“Where’re you going? I said he doesn’t want to talk to anyone,” His face was full of concern and exhaustion. 

“I know, and I don’t care,” she smiled sweetly at her friend, pulling her wrist free to continue upstairs. Remus didn’t try and stop her again. 

The door to the dormitory creaked open as she crept inside. Sirius’ bed was the only one with the curtains drawn, and she quietly made her way over, pausing at his bedside table.

“Sirius?” She whispered to the velvet.

“Go away…” a muffled voice came from inside.

“Please, let me in. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” She stood there and stared at the little gold stars on the curtains, listening as soft grumbling came from just beyond the fabric. 

The curtains parted slightly, a silent invitation for her to climb inside his refuge. She sat at the end of the bed, staring at Sirius in the dark. Even in the almost non-existent light, she could see the distinct blue shining back at her. 

“I was worried about you,” she whispered as he crossed his arms like a petulant child. 

“I’m fine,” he grunted. 

She cast him a glare, hoping he could sense her annoyance at his tone through the dark. 

“You know I don’t believe that for a moment, Sirius.”

He shrunk down to lay back against the headboard, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“I spoke to Reg.”

Sirius shot back up, eyes hard as he stared back. They were silent for a minute, until he finally spoke up, voice quieter but still lined with a soft anger, “…and what did that little monster say?”

“When you didn’t show up to the platform I asked him where you were. He said you’d ‘be late’—“ She purposefully omitted the statement that followed, she hadn’t even told the other boys about what Regulus had called her on the train. As much as Sirius talked about hating his family, she knew that didn’t include Reggie, even though he’d never admit it. She’d seen the pain behind his eyes too many times as his little brother ignored him in the corridors.

Sirius let out a dark laugh, “Well? He wasn’t wrong, was he?”

“…the implication was there, Siri. What happened?”

She stared back at him, straightening her spine and refusing to let him deflect. He met her eyes, and she watched them glaze over after a moment. 

“I didn’t think I’d be coming back,” he whispered, voice soft and sprinkled with the leftover remnants of fear, “She intercepted one of James’ letters at the beginning of break, and my owl privileges were taken away, something about preventing me from speaking with ‘blood traitors’ or whatever,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands which were twisting the scarlet sheets tightly, “A few days later, she caught one of yours.”

Her throat constricted as her blood ran cold.

“She doesn’t know your name, only your face from that one run-in in Diagon Alley. When she asked who you were, I lied, said your last name was Addams and you were helping me with a Potions assignment. Reggie—my darling brother—told her the truth. He’s always so eager to please our dear Mummy. She said yours wasn’t a last name she knew, which is just code for ‘nothing worthy of recognition’. I guess she looked up your records, because the next thing I knew, I was being dragged to my father’s study.”

The slimy tendrils of guilt crept their way up her esophagus, clogging her airway as she struggled to take shallow breaths. Sirius didn’t look at her, just continued to stare at his fidgeting hands, hair a dark curtain over his pale face.

“Dad said he was disappointed in me, which is nothing new,” he let out a humorless laugh, “but then he started going on about muggleborns, and how they’re dangerous, how ‘a son of the Noble House of Black shouldn’t be associating with such filth’.”

His tone changed, voice growing smaller, meeker, and she watched as he curled into himself.

“Then my mom came in, she always does his dirty work…” 

His fingers absent-mindedly twitched towards the hem of his shirt, and she wanted to scream. 

Crawling carefully towards him, she unwrapped his hand from the sheets and squeezed it. He leaned back against the headboard again, and she filled in the space beside him. 

“…she said they were looking into ‘other educational institutions’ for me, ones that didn’t ‘pander to muggle sympathizer agendas’. They said if I didn’t shape up and start…honoring the family name, that I’d be sent away. They forbade me from taking the train in, didn’t say a word about if I was even allowed back, not until this morning…” In the absence of sheets, he played with her fingers, voice quiet and tired. 

She didn’t know what to say. I mean…she did. She wanted to tell him that his family was batshit insane, that they were horrible bigots who lived in a delusional world full of hatred and false notions of purity. But at the end of the day—Sirius already knew all of that. What would it help?

So instead of speaking, she laid with him in silence while he ran a finger over her palm, tracing imaginary patterns along the lifelines. She watched as his eyelids became heavy and his breathing evened out before speaking again.

“Siri?” 

He hummed, not able to open his eyes fully.

“I’m going to go to class, okay?”

Sirius gripped her hand, a desperate movement that brought tears to her eyes.

“…stay. Please…” he whispered.

The strain of his voice had her body going numb; the loud, obnoxious, overly confident boy she knew was long gone at that moment. It was devastating. 

“Of course,” She nodded, laying back down as his body visibly relaxed; within seconds, he was asleep.

She brushed his hair out of his face, watching how his eyes fluttered in his sleep, “…you’re safe now, Siri.”

———

June 11th, 1973

As the castle grounds thawed, so did Sirius’ attitude towards his parents threats. He leaned further into pranks, doubling down on his assault of the entirety of the Slytherin House, including his brother. The only thing stronger than his desire to disappoint his parents even further, was her and Remus’ determination to have them all pass their end of year exams. Peter was so tightly wound that he could barely function, consistently forgetting everything and mumbling to himself throughout the day. She tried her best to tutor him in anything he asked, holing up in the library for hours at a time and quizzing him on everything from Astronomy to Potions. With only a few more cram sessions until exams, Peter was practically tearing his hair out as they went over the properties of Fluxweed for the umpteenth time.

“—all you have to do is remember at least five uses!” She gave him an encouraging smile, trying to calm down the currently red-faced boy sitting across from her.

“I can barely name three! There’s no way I’m going to pass Herbology,“ Pete groaned, burying his head into his folded arms on the table, “Mum’s gonna kill me.”

She sighed, “Okay, what if we take a break and switch to—“

A crumped ball of paper struck the side of her head. Reaching down to pick it up off the floor, she unfolded what was clearly a page from the Daily Prophet:

MUGGLE FAMILY ATTACKED IN CROYDON!

James had kept them all informed about any news regarding the war; his parents wrote him daily and provided any updates they could. Attacks on muggles and muggleborns had become too frequent, and she tried her best to not show the effect it was having on her psyche. According to James, the ministry wasn’t naming suspects, but the general consensus was that Voldemort supporters (now coined as Death Eaters apparently) were behind it. Mr. Potter told his son that they were ‘monitoring’ a few individuals, but refused to give up any surnames, much to James’ dismay. 

“Psst!” 

She glanced over her shoulder to see a table of Slytherin’s directly behind them, smirking over torn pages of newspaper. 

The dark haired boy nearest her leaned forward, “Isn’t your family from London too, mudblood?” 

The table erupted into laughter. She tensed at the thought of her parents, gripping her quill so hard it was in danger of snapping. Across from her, Pete was staring daggers at them, mouth set in a hard line.

“Maybe they’ll be next Barty!” Mulciber clapped his friend on the back, shooting her a wink.

Beside him, a dirty-blonde boy crumpled up another piece of paper and levitated it with his wand, shooting it over towards her head again. Pete flicked it away quickly before it could invade their space. The Slytherin boy tore another page off the newspaper, balling it up in annoyance and launching it faster this time. Pete waved it away effortlessly with his wand. Before she could even register it, the boy stood up with an ink pot in his fist, throwing it with gusto across the aisle. 

Pete leapt up with his wand trained on the glass jar, “Immobulus!”

The ink pot froze in mid-air just inches from her head, Peter grabbed it, setting it down safely onto the table. She exhaled the breath she had been holding, as Peter pointed his wand directly at the other boy.

“Expelliarmus!” He called, the Slytherin’s wand launching out of his fist and across the aisle. Pete snatched it, giving the other boy a brief glare as he turned and threw it across the library. 

Mulciber rose from the table, “You stupid, fuckin—“ 

Before he could push his chair back, she grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him towards the door, rushing out into the corridor and back towards Gryffindor Tower.

They paused to catch their breath on one of the moving staircases.

“I’m sorry,” Peter huffed, hands on his knees, “I didn’t mean to—I just heard what he called you and—I can go get McGonagall and tell her—“

“Pete!” She grabbed his shoulders, “That was—“

“Irresponsible? Stupid? Reckless? Yeah I know—“ Through deep breaths, he was looking down at this feet, shame growing visible on his face.

“I mean…yes, but it was also incredibly brave.”

Pete looked up, a smile creeping upwards as the Fat Lady granted them entrance.

“Thank you, you’re a good friend,” she hugged him tightly, his body tensing in her arms for a brief second until relaxing entirely. 

“I also think it’s worth mentioning,” she released him from the embrace, “Both of those spells are definitely going to be on our final exams, and you executed them perfectly!”

The two of them walked into the common room, Peter blushing immensely.

“I think you just need to relax, you’ll do just fine—“ 

“—Great! Just the two we were looking for!” James stood in the center of the common room, excitement radiating from his entire body. Beside him, Sirius was perched on the couch with a large book in his lap, grinning broadly as they approached.

“…and why’s that?” She returned a skeptical look, eyes volleying between the two giddy boys. 

James nodded towards the dormitory, “I think we should speak about it somewhere less…out in the open.”

That didn’t help ease her suspicions in the slightest capacity.

 James led them all upstairs, Sirius launching himself onto his bed in a dramatic fashion as she sat on the of Remus’ vacant one.

“Where’s Lupin?” Pete asked, eyeing the bedside table of their missing friend.

“Detention,” Sirius smirked.

“For what?” She leaned over to sift through the collection of books on his nightstand, stealing a banged up copy of Animal Farm.

“Got caught putting time-released dung bombs under the benches of the Sytherin Table in the Great Hall.”

She raised a disapproving eyebrow, “I’m assuming that was your brilliant idea, so why aren’t you with him?”

Sirius shrugged, “McGonagall separated us. He’s got Friday, I’ve got Wednesday, James has Monday.”

She rolled her eyes, focusing back on James who was leaning against his bedpost. 

“Right, so, speaking of Remus, we are all aware of his little…affliction,” he began to explain, “Well, we’ve been thinking of ways to help him and I think we’ve finally figured it out.”

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh, “There’s no cure for lycanthropy, James, trust me I’ve tried looking up a million different remedies and experimental treatments—”

“Yes, but that’s because you were too preoccupied on curing him, we're just talking about easing the symptoms,” Sirius sat up higher on his bed. 

Her heart began to pick up speed, “What do you mean?”

“Werewolves are only a real danger to humans…not to other animals,” James started, “So we’re…uh—“

“—we’re going to become animagi and keep Lupin company during his transformations,” Sirius finished for him.

She stared between them blankly for a few seconds, “Okay, one question: ARE YOU COMPLETELY MAD?!” 

Sirius smiled, James pushed off the bedpost and held up his hands in defense, “I know, I know, it’s…a lot, but we’ve looked into the process and it seems do-able. We would be able to keep Remus occupied while in wolf form so he might not hurt himself anymore!”

“James, the ritual to become an animagi is extremely difficult and dangerous if not done properly. I know you said you’ve looked into it, but have you considered the risks?” 

He nodded absolutely, “Me and Sirius want to do it, we need to do it to help Remus. I can’t imagine waking up one morning to hear from Madam Pomfrey that he’s clawed his entire face off…”

She shuddered at the thought, thinking back to the morning Remus stared helplessly at the scar etched across his face in the bright, sterilized light of the hospital wing. 

“So, are you in?” Sirius interrupted her thoughts, staring intently from across the room.

Peter seemed hesitant at first, but eventually began to nod silently once he saw James’ smile. 

“When do you plan on doing it?” She muttered, a million thoughts ricocheting around her head.

“This summer,” James announced.

She looked between her three friends, admiring their loyalty but fearing their ambition, “…let me think about it.”

———

June 19th, 1973

Sirius had called her a coward. 

After a long deliberation, and countless hours pouring over potion books and texts regarding animagi processes, she had ultimately decided to not pursue it alongside her friends. She loved Remus with her entire being, but when she read and reread the stories documented about rituals gone wrong, all she could think about was her family; she couldn’t put them through that. 

James took the decision well, only asking that she promised not to tell a living soul about their plans, and to try and keep Remus distracted so he wouldn’t find out until it was completed. He knew that their friend wouldn’t approve of the rest of them doing something so dangerous, even it was to help him. Peter, being as easy-going as he was, didn’t care in the slightest. He understood her apprehension, and admitted to even considering backing out initially as well (something he disclosed to her privately, not daring to say it in front of the other two). 

She caught Sirius and James leaving the quidditch pitch the week before school let out, the two boys getting in some final drills on the field before summer break. The animagi plan had been the only thing on her mind besides exams, weighing the risks and rewards over and over again in-between revising. 

“I’ve thought it over,” she double-checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was around as they sat in the empty stands, “I’m not going to do the ritual with you guys.”

“Why?” She could immediately feel the anger radiated off of Sirius.

James’ smile fell slightly, a little crease forming in-between his brows, “Are you sure? I promise, we’ll be as safe and by-the-book as possible—“

“James,” she held up a gentle hand, “I’m positive. I can’t risk it going wrong, I can’t put my family in that position, having to live with some sort of half human…half…creature daughter.” 

James looked like he was holding back, he did that a lot, something she had begun to notice little by little; but instead of letting his thoughts flow freely, he gave a single definitive nod. 

Sirius was standing behind him, silent and brooding as his eyes threatened to burn a hole in her skull.

She met the intensity head-on, connecting their gazes into an unbroken line of tension.

“What’re you so afraid of?” Sirius mumbled. 

She raised her eyebrows, a mixture of caution and wondering if he had even researched this ritual at all. “I mean, we can start with risk of becoming a permanent human-animal hybrid—“

“—It’s for Moony though,” His voice became colder as his eyes narrowed.

“Who?” Too annoyed at Sirius’ attitude, she didn’t have the brain power to follow along.

“Remus,” James chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension, “It’s his nickname we’ve been using since we found out about his…problem.”

Her eyes shot to James, “…a little morbid, don’t you think?”

He shrugged.

“He doesn’t care, he seems to like it. You don’t know him like we do,” Sirius jabbed. 

It felt like she had been punched; the insecurities from first year floating back to the surface.

She wasn’t one of them, she never would be. They were her best friends, but she wasn’t theirs.

“Fuck you, Black,” she sneered, turning to leave. The desire to get away from them both was overwhelming. 

Storming out from below the quidditch stands, James called after her. 

Sirius called her a coward.

[penname-artist]

Reymund Valentinas Brainrot

My brain currently fixated on this child again this morning and I want to fact-dump some more while he STILL doesn't have a debut fic, unlike his brother. >:(

-If you've ever wanted to get a clearer picture of the kind of life and relationships Apollo and Rey had, not just as siblings but in relation to their parents, just look at all of the flashbacks that Tahani has of her sister and herself in The Good Place. Envision that as Apollo. You'll see why he's always at ends with Rey.

-Reymund went through interesting phases through his childhood. Yes, he did have his major emo phase that Apollo checked out of, and that did have a hand in his music taste, but remember that he was also a stupidly affluent kid growing up, and everything he was into had to have a sense of tastefulness to it the likes a good aesthetic should have. What I'm saying is that his emo phase was less about grunge and more about marrying victorian goth to a Renessaince Depression.

-Since his breaking away from home and going full musical career, Rey's done some pretty impressive stuff for what was essentially a kid. Among those things was break out of a lot of previously daunting 'norms' of a successful musical artist, including the themes that reached his songs, which were almost exclusively never directly about romantic love.

-Ironically - and discovered completely by accident - Reymund and Jackson Storm are the same age, both born in the year 1991. Though, Rey is still quite a bit younger, given he was born on December 4th.

-When the name "Reyzor C" became big in the music industry, a lot of people were of course wondering what the C was there to stand for. They could make the connection of Reymund to Reyzor, but his last name was Valentinas; where's the C? Well it comes out of his middle name, Christian. Yup, his name is Reymund Christian Valentinas.

-He has aquired more music-note tattoos over the years in various locations along his body (or paint, depending on the style you use). However, most all of them are tiny, aside from his one main tattoo featured on his left outer thigh (or in the WoC, his left flank)

-You can tell the age of the albums he's created based on the length of his hair; when he started out, he had a very short asymmetrical cut going on. Over the years though, the left side of his hair has continuously been left to grow longer.

-Tell NOBODY that his nosering was inspired by Apollo getting a tongue piercing. He wanted one too and just didn't want to be called out for copying, so he just chose a piercing on a different part of the body and called it a day.

-Although Rey identifies securely as a cis male, his fashion sense is nigh short of Harry Styles levels of gender-fuckery. Heels? 100%. Flowing floral tops? You know it. Jewelry? Absolutely, the more the merrier. So long as it fits that aesthetic they're trying to capture, Reymund has enjoyed wearing a whole myriad of different styles.

-A lot of his more recent anxiety problems have been spiked further not just from the constant pressure to write specific genres of songs, but also because of the recent retirement of his absolute favorite makeup artist who's walked him through the mass majority of his weariness. Saga - who you might remember from here - has been a pillar in his career and personal life, and though she's no longer working now, they've remained in touch. (Funny how that circle comes around, ain't it?)

-Few times have Rey and Apollo actually seen eye-to-eye on matters, but when they do, it's a very heartwarming sibling moment. One of the most notable was Rey's first Pride Parade experience. He was really anxious the majority of the time, so Apollo (who'd gone with him for the sake of nerves) tried to comfort him in what ways he could, and ice cream seemed like a good bet. Vegan, of course, though. He knows his preferences. (side note I added the "I forgot about posting this for Pride until it was long after the month of Pride" comic strip OF this occurance)

-Ironically, you can almost always tell when they're standing next to each other that Apollo and Rey are siblings. They're the same height, the same hair color and usually same style, they're both thin and lanky, pale-skinned, their eye color is pretty close to one another (Rey's a little more green and Apollo's a little more hazel) and even a lot of their speaking tone and mannerisms are strikingly similar. It's a shame they've clashed so much over their lives, they could make an awesome duo business together.

M'kay that's my brainrot for now, danke for listening in because my God I wanna get this poor child off the ground and into a fic, and it's IN the process of being written, I'm just working on like 40+ WiPs again as per usual. But enjoy nonetheless!

[the-fiction-witch]

Dec 21st The Christmas Deal

Media pistol

Character Malcolm

Couple Malcolm X Reader

Rating kinda dark and sad + funny

21st of December 2022

I smiled widely as I worked on the little tree, making sure it looked pretty but also doing my best to make sure the children were happy, Joseph happily helped but adding things to the tree, little Bridget on my hip with a bauble in her hand enjoying its sweet sparkle.

I heard the keys in the door, "Ohh whos that?" I giggled 

"Papa!" Little Bridget giggled 

"Hi daddy" Joseph smiled as the door opened revealing Malcolm who dumped his keys in the pot beside the door and began slipping off his jacket 

"Hello, Malcolm. How was work?"

"Fine" he sighed coming through to the living room and giving josephs hair a tussle "Real son" and gave my cheek a kiss taking Bridget from me to give her a cuddle "Daughter. oh god what has happened to your head?"

"I braided her hair"

"why?"

"She wanted a little rapunzel plait didn't you darling" 

"Yeah!"

"Whatever" he sighed going and opening the window getting himself a cigarette "what are you doing anyway?'

"Putting up the tree."

"Really?"

"Course."

"Aren't you gonna help daddy?" Joseph asked

"No I am not."

"Why not papa?" Bridget whined

"Christmas is an overhyped over glorified cash cow only pushed so hard so companies make money. Linked with a coopted holiday in an attempt at religious reeducation"

"Malcolm" I warned

"No no. Let me do this" he says "Christmas is nothing. It started as a Roman feast to get pissed and cross dress. It didn't catch on too well in Europe given the pagan grasp on the area at the time, celebrating yule once again an excuse to go into the woods burn shit and get drunk, once Christianity came along it wasn't all peace, love and Goodwill no this was back when Christianity had some balls. Slaughtering Catholics and burning witches but given how widespread the various roots of paganism where people refused to part with the pagan parties so in a moment of corrupted genius they combined the birth of Christ with Yule. Knowone has any clue when Jesus was born let alone it having anything to do with a manger, they simply coopted the holiday and made the tradition of burning the biggest tree into lighting the tree with candles and sparkling things, people continued to get drunk as was the holidays main focus, at times drunk mobs would take over streets demanding the best foods and wines for grand stolen feasts. In fact Christmas was so disliked and had such a bad rap for drunken madness it was banned in various American colonies it's only after years of slow introduction all these symbols and festivities seeped into popular culture, but the whole idea from the tree, to lights, to the presents to simply the songs sung its all bullish with a horrible history that's been taken in by greedy stores and religious figures to demand conformity and make money. You imagine the kinda money from donations alone the church makes at Christmas, or how much money just from trees stores make. So excuse me if I want no part in your madness"

Bridget began to cry and Joseph sat on the floor teary eyed

"Malcolm. A word." I snapped putting Bridget down

"Why?" He asked and I didn't even speak I just grabbed his ear and janked him into the kitchen

"What the fuck!"

"What?"

"The fuck was that!"

"You know how I feel about this type of shit."

"Yeah I do. Doesn't mean you have to be a fucking cunt about it"

"What's your problems. I do the same for every holiday you've never had an issue before"

"Because Malcolm Christmas is different"

"Oh what you really doing this?"

"Malcolm. I don't give a shit. I had my happy holidays when I was little and honestly I think your kinda bang on with alot of the corruption of the industry but" I explained "Joseph and Bridget are kids."

"So? Let them learn while there young"

"Malcolm. Please." I told him "I don't ask for much. I accept we don't celebrate the holidays especially religious ones but please let the kids have Christmas. We both know Joseph hasn't had anything close to a normal life and likely never will. Neither will Bridget. But they love it just let them have it Malcolm please"

"..... Fine" he rolled his eyes

"Ummm thank you" I smiled hugging him closely "knowone said our Christmas had to be normal we'll make it special all our own"

"Alright. On one condition."

"What?"

"I get to make you an advent calendar"

".... okay."

"And whatever it says behind each door. You have to do for me."

"Fine"

"Yes!" He smirked "I know exactly what's coming on the twenty fifth!"

"You I assume."

"Yes."

"So we're agreed"

"Agreed"

"Good. Be nice." I remind as we headed back out to deal with the children. 

[inu-yasha]

prompts: Kikyo is giving birth.

A/N: Hope you you like it and again sorry it took so long.

*****

"Kikyou-onee-sama" Kaede said with a compassionate and concerned voice

"Kikyou..." Inuyasha

Hanyou looked out the window and saw that the first snow had started to fall. "First snow. Our child will see it" He thought, Kikyou's scream snapped him out of his thoughts.

Kikyou squeezed Inuyasha's hand very tightly "You can do it, sister!" Kaede was speaking This beautiful moment came on a December day Kikyou went into labor, two peasant women came to help and Kaede also helped. Inuyasha was by his wife's side and held her hand gently to give her support. Kikyou tightly squeezed his hand so hard that he could feel her pain of childbirth through it. "You can rest for a while," said one of the peasant women Kikyou relaxed for a moment, turned her head to her husband who gently smiled at her as he kissed her holding hand, then looked at his wife and saw that she was tired, all sweaty, but happy. This is their first child. Inuyasha kissed her forehead. "You can continue" Said the other peasant girl Inuyasha felt her rising pulse and heard her heartbeat. His heart was restless and was beating hard, but he could hear. Kikyou felt her strength slowly leaving her, but soon she gained new ones because she knew that her first beloved child would come into the world, her sister and husband give her extra strength supporting her. "You did well, Kikyou," one of the women said Kikyou put her head down and relaxed her body and heard a baby crying "It's a girl!" Kaede screamed happily Inuyasha heard that Kikyou's heart had calmed down, but was beating faster with excitement and happiness. He too, when he saw the baby, his eyes shone with happiness. "You did well" Inuyasha gave Kikyou a short kiss Kikyou looked at her husband with love and thanks One of the women cut the umbilical cord, washed the baby, wrapped the baby. Kikyou half-rised gently. Iniuasha gently moved his wife to him, providing support for her too. One of the women handed the baby into Kikyou's arms. The girl had dog, silver hair, Inuyasha complexion. She opened her eyes and her eyes were brown from Kikyou. The girl, when she saw her parents, stopped crying and smiled, after a while she fell asleep. "Beautiful" Inuyasha said happily "Yes" Kaede confirmed "What name will you give her?" "Inuyasha.. " She looked at the husband of the priestess with slight apprehension. "I was thinking about Izoyai's name… um.. do you agree?" Hanyou's eyes stopped working, then he hid his eyes behind his bangs, he looked displeased. Kikyou and eade looked at each other fearfully, then back at him. Of course I'm happy!" He said happily Kaede and Kikyou laughed because Inuyasha's reaction was cute and funny to them. Inuyasha made a childlike face, his eyes shining with happiness "Lovely," they both said "What?" Inuyasha didn't know what was going on "I'm glad you don't mind" "I'm an aunt!" Kaede couldn't contain her joy "Do you want to hold her in Izoyai's arms?" Inuyasha asked "I can?!" "Of course!" Kikyou handed over her daughter and also told her how to grab her so as not to hurt her. Kikyou and Inuyasha were holding hands and Kikyou looked at each other and then at Kaede. "She'll be a great aunt," Inuyasha said "Of course!" Kikyou confirmed

Kikyou looked out the window and saw the snow falling heavily. She knew her daughter was born in a beautiful winter. It may have been cold, but the landscapes that the snow created were as beautiful as their dearest daughter.

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Hande Erçel 

full name:  Esmeray Yildiz

nickname(s) / goes by: Esme

pronouns & gender: She/Her & Cis Woman

sexuality: Pansexual

birth date: December 28th, 1995

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock:  1995

housing: The Coast & Pier

occupation: Florist

work place: Lavender Lane

family: NA

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

she's very kindhearted and warm towards anyone she meets. she's very self-conscious of herself, and often a bit too forgiving, but will not hesitate to boost someone else up. she can be a little shy but it doesn't take her long to warm up to someone.

WRITTEN BY: Ash (they/them), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content warning: bullying, harry potter

Esmeray was born to two loving parents, both of whom adored their daughter with everything they had. She was the only child of Zehar and Ömer Yildiz. Shortly before her arrival into this world the Yildiz’s moved from Turkey to Merrock, Maine. See even though moving to Merrock had been part of the plan for years, getting pregnant with Esmeray wasn't. Regardless, her parents were delighted when they found out.

Growing up Esmeray was a happy child at home. She was so infectious with her laughter and smile that her family quickly nicknamed her “Sol," and the name was one she fell in love with from a young age. She tried her hardest to live up to it every day.

(bullying tw) Despite the loving household Esmeray had things at school were different for her. For some reason, one Esme couldn’t seem to understand, the kids in her grade always looked at her funny. The girls never wanted to talk to her about anything, no-one made an effort to sit with her at lunch, during gym she would always get picked last, and her locker usually had some sort of goop or slime smeared on it as ‘the prank of the day.’

She found her escape in books and gardening. One day she picked up a copy of ‘Harry Potter’ and the brunette was hooked since. It wasn’t long before she was trying to read as many books as possible, from all different genres. If she wasn't reading, then she was listening to audiobooks while she gardened.

With a lot of hard work, she ended up graduating top of her class, and her parents were proud. After graduation Esmeray took some time to travel around Europe for a bit. She did some backpacking and, in her adventures, met many lovely, and not so lovely, people along the way. She went to places like Paris, Peru, Japan, China, Egypt, and Prague. She spent some time in Turkey but only when her parents would go visit family there.

Now a days her parents have moved back to Turkey and Esmeray lives on the coast with Darrius Powell, Aisha Thevar & Emeline Newman, loving every minute of it. She has a bearded dragon named Reptar that she absolutely adores and works as a florist at Lavender Lane. 

[hangonimevolving]

And we're back... to 2023

BACK TO THE PRESENT. I have managed to catch my blog up with the goings-on from 2021-2022, and I now find myself in the present year. Guys. I'm proud of myself.

Top row plus bottom left: We spent the first week of January (the 2nd week of the kids' holiday break from school) on a little road trip to Legoland, and then Cape Canaveral. We hadn't been to either before, despite living in Florida for almost 9 years. Feel like this was an important achievement as Floridians.

Bottom middle: Vev turned TEN! Can you believe that insanity?!!!! Remember when he was JUST BORN, or when he was a TINY BABY?! I know, so nuts. Our big activity to celebrate Year Ten was a trip to.... an abandoned railroad track. But not just any abandoned railroad track! This was an abandoned railroad track that I scouted out and pored over the internet to find... because apparently, its the favorite spot of official Planespotters to take photos of "heavies," aka large-body jumbo jets, that land into Miami International Airport. We went planespotting! Our first of many planespotting jaunts since. Vev was freaking delighted. #winning

Bottom right: February 2023. Dr. Spouse and I ran the Publix A1A race - this time, opting for the 4-miler in support of the American Cancer Society, and channeling positive vibes to two special people in our lives who at the time, were battling aggressive cancers. Sadly, in the weeks since then, we have lost both of them :( but this highlights the importance of the ACS's work. In the weeks since this race, I've been dealing with some nagging chronic pain and arthritis.... what else is new.

***

March 2023: The kids' spring break week = family vacation to Costa Rica! Dr. Spouse and I had done a weeklong trip to CR in 2008, but this was our first time as a family unit. We spent our time in Monteverde exploring mountaintop rainforests, and then Arenal/La Fortuna exploring the forests, hot springs, and land surrounding the Arenal volcano. It was a blast. Also, our kids are REALLY good sports about hiking and outdoor adventures. They are at the most awesome, awesome ages right now, and I couldn't be more freaking delighted.

***

And now, I bring you to the last few weeks, from March-May 2023.

Top left and top right: I spent most of March and April quilting up a storm. I made two beautiful (if I do say so myself) quilts for the kids rooms with fabrics that I purchased from Etsy in December 2021 while living in the apartment, that I dropped entirely too much money on, but that were all chosen carefully to compliment the color scheme of their rooms/rugs that I just KNEW I'd be putting in there once we moved in. These quilts weren't just quilts: they were sort of a love letter to the labor and waiting that we had put into this house of ours. I enjoyed making them! Also, I chose patterns that involved me learning new skills. Can talk more about that later, but it was kind of a "thing" for me.

Middle left: American Heart Association Heart Ball. Dr. Spouse is on the board of the local chapter of the AHA, so he was sort of obligated to make an appearance. I recycled the same dress I wore to the 2016 ball, lol.

Middle right: I volunteered for several days at the kids' school's Scholastic Book Fair. I used to do this at their old school too - I really love it. Its fun to help the kids pick out new and interesting books to read! Bonus: I got to take funny pics trolling Florida governor Ron Desantis' dumbass policies on critical race theory and anti-wokeness. Eat shit, Ron Desantis! :) love ya haha jk jk.

Bottom row: May 2023 has meant some fun adult time! No, not that kind of adult time. I'm talking about a few occasions to reconnect with old friends, on our own and without kids in tow. I had a LONG awaited and much, MUCH enjoyed weekend with my college girlfriends - they all flew down to my neck of the woods, and we rented a beautiful and HUGE mansion from a homesharing site and had a blast together. Dr. Spouse did a similar thing the very next weekend with two of his medical school buddies. Here's to nurturing old friendships - the ones that have gotten us through all kinds of things in life so far.

***

And, now I'm up to date with our lives. Whee! I know this might sound dumb, but I feel like a weight is off my shoulders. I have had this blog going since sometime in 2010, I think, and although I've had long blocks of time where I haven't kept it up, its never far from my mind. I love that its a chronicle of my life over many years and many changes. I hope to keep it going. Whether you are new here or you've followed me awhile, whether you even exist or not - - thanks for reading.

[daydreamingleclerc]

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masonmount if home is where the heart is then it must be with them 🤍

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yourusername arlo and i are so lucky you’re his daddy 🤍

↳ masonmount i love you 🤍

↳ benchilwell i thought he was your daddy too?🤨

↳ yourusername why’d you have to go and ruin it?

↳ benchilwell i heard you say it to mason long before arlo was born👀

jazbenham this is a beautiful picture mason😍

cesarazpi i am so happy for you both💙

↳ masonmount thank you césar my brother 💙

january 5th 2023

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masonmount taking arlo to visit his uncles at @chelseafc 💙

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kepaarrizabalaga i’ve already bought him a pair of goalie gloves 🤩

↳ edou_mendy as have i🤔 we will have to see which ones he likes best

↳ masonmount bless you both💙

yourusername contrary to popular belief he’s actually not going to be involved in football whatsoever 🤍

↳ masonmount that joke was funny when you made it two months ago. it’s not funny anymore

↳ yourusername someone’s touchy, i don’t know why you’re complaining, means we get to go again🤔

↳ declanrice baby no. 2 on the way 😼😂

sophiaaemelia aunty soph is there especially for you little arlo🤍

↳ yourusername and we are so excited to see you💓

january 17th 2023

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yourusername sleepy baby after a long day out with nan and gramps 🤍

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masonmount sleepy mummy after a whole day in bed with daddy🤎

↳ yourusername you’re foul

jazbenham he is so precious 🥺 look at him all bundled up!!

judebellingham i’d appreciate it if you stopped with the baby spam

↳ yourusername no❤

↳ judebellingham why not?

↳ yourusername because you’re getting broody and leigh should join the milf supremacy clan x

↳ masonmount is there such thing as a milf supremacy clan?

↳ yourusername yes, we meet on thursday afternoons over bottles of rosé x

february 2nd, 2023

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yourusername arlo & mummy’s first day without daddy 🤍

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masonmount i miss you both already🤎

↳ yourusername we miss you too🤎

↳ benchilwell you two are foul

↳ yourusername ben shut up before i punch you in the face x

sasha__rebecca look at you both matching 🥺

↳ yourusername we learned from the best!🤎

declanrice why isn’t he in his west ham baby grow? 🤨

↳ yourusername i think i used it as a nappy sorry hun x

↳ declanrice ur not funny

↳ masonmount she wasn’t joking…

february 8th 2023

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masonmount can’t get enough of you 🤎

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benchilwell there he is! i’ve missed that smile!

yourusername the perfect day🤎

cesarazpi these are beautiful photos mason, y/n seems like a fantastic mother 💙

↳ masonmount she is the best mother i could ever dream of my son having💙

↳ yourusername printing this and sticking it on the wall brb

jazbenham this is the sweetest set of photos i think i’ve ever seen. look at lo’s little face 🥺

↳ masonmount ‘lo’? my son is called arlo thank you very much

↳ yourusername fuck off you call him stamford

↳ masonmount ok the world didn’t need to know that

↳ jazbenham too late 😉😂

march 10th 2023

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yourusername he didn’t want to wear the chelsea kit today so i put him in this one🥺 good luck today daddy 💙

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chelseafc it might not be the right shade of blue but we’ll allow it for arlo! 🦁

masonmount 💙

↳ yourusername he misses you x

↳ masonmount do you actually mean him or do you mean you x

↳ yourusername no comment x

benchilwell this is officially the cutest thing i’ve ever seen

declanrice my hypnosis is working 😃 uncle dec’s west ham chants are sinking in

↳ yourusername no they aren’t x

march 16th 2023

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masonmount daddy cuddles 🥰

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yourusername my squish🥺

↳ masonmount are you referring to me or the baby?

↳ yourusername the baby 🤎

↳ masonmount but then what am i?

↳ yourusername i cant say it on instagram i’ll get banned 😼

jazbenham look at his little face 😍😍

kaihavertz29 he’s a handsome chap 😍

↳ benchilwell a very handsome chap😍

↳ masonmount takes after his dad 😉

↳ kaihavertz29 i was talking about you

↳ benchilwell i wasn’t 🤨

april 2nd 2023

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masonmount all she wanted to do was eat but arlo had other ideas🤣

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yourusername that’s a non-alcoholic aperol spritz by the way 😃

↳ masonmount thanks for clarifying babe x

↳ yourusername ur welcome x

sophiaaemelia what instagram doesnt see is me swooping in two minutes after this was taken to save the day

↳ masonmount ur our nanny now

↳ sophiaaemelia WHAT

↳ yourusername we’ll pay you and i’ll even throw in a bottle of wine at the end of the week x

declanrice arlo just wanted his dinner 💔

↳ yourusername if he has anymore milk today i won’t have any nipples left x

↳ masonmount arlo’s hogging them i need my comfort pillows back

↳ yourusername they r free rn 🤎

↳ declanrice … you two really are foul sometimes

april 10th 2023