#I wanted to draw some sibling bonding hehe

[ovytia-art]

Ectoberhaunt 2022 Day 10: Harvest

Just some coloured sketches! Split my energy between Ectober and making my Halloween costume today 🫣

Masterlist

[triple-starsss]

(sits on the floor and smiles joyously) hiii literally all ive been thinking about is this au hehe <333 been thinkin about the three hogs as rommates,,what do u think their dynamic would be n stuff? (as pairs or as a full trio, etc?) suuuper duper in love with everything youve been doing here btw GRAAHHH <sorry the demon escaped

THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED ABDSJDF i rambled alot B]. ALSO RAGHH THANK YOU!! kicking my feet and twirling my hair it genuinely makes me so happy knowing people love my silly, little, super self indulgent au <3

okay so i’ll start by saying Eggman pretty much just threw them into their apartment and told em “BOND”. Initially, they were a little awkward with one another and Sonic could NOT stand it, he was doing everything in his power to make this getting to know each other process QUICK. Silver was definitely the easier one to talk to out of the two, Shadow would often just give either of them a look (trust he wanted to say something but he’s socially awkward and REALLY isn’t used to talking to new people).

They start warming up to each other during their first song writing session, that’s when they find out they all listen to really similar music and start having a super clear idea of what they want the band to be. They end up finding out they all have A LOT more in common than they thought (none grew up with their birth parents, queer, then there's the obvious ones like all hedgehogs, names start with S, musicians ETC ETC ABSKDHD) they start wondering whether Eggman did this on purpose for some super intricate branding scheme (it was just coincidence).

ACTUAL DYNAMIC STUFF NOW ABSDJDF!! overall they LOVE to tease each other and argue over petty things (enrichment for them, also just a little homage to them being rivals in canon). Chaos is to be expected considering they have such distinct personalities and being 3 guys in their early to mid 20s living together. They do care for each other though, they admire one another's talents and tend fill in for each other's short comings when they need to (not without pointing it out first of course).

TL;DR they argue and act like siblings over the dumbest shit but they care for each other despite that!!!!

i might go into a little more depth with their pair dynamics some other time since there's some fun little things i wanna draw to accompany it BUT FOR NOW </33 THIS'LL DO

[irritablepoe]

favourite poe hcs??

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oh anon i don't think you know what you've done

okay i'll list some headcanons and then i'll make a cut and list some further headcanons which contain spoilers for my fic that i haven't published yet, so they'll be major spoilers of what's to come!! you can decide if you wanna read them before ranpo finds these out hehe >:3

(if you don't read the fic that's irrelevant tho, enjoy the hcs ^^)

also pls note these are my personal hcs you ofc don't have to agree with them :3

ok first of all poe is absolutely unscareable, he could watch any horror movie and be deeply fascinated by it rather than afraid

exceptions are when there's a scene where many people talk over each other, he gets very overstimulated by that (also like in general not only in movies)

he can hear heartbeats more sensitively than a normal human being

he has relatives in america but doesn't talk to them a lot, especially since he isolated himself after ranpo defeated him

similar to irl poe i'd say his father left and his mother died when he was young leaving him and his siblings behind - they get adopted by their aunt & uncle, tho henry and poe move out quite quickly to get their own place

used to host big events in his mansion, he is very prideful of his deduction abilities after all and he's actually quite famous for solving multiple big crimes that got a lot of attention (like scandals and stuff)

(that's why he's so bummed out when ranpo defeats him too)

karl lingered outside his mansion before poe took him in; poe realised he was injured and took him to a vet; they bonded over that and karl just stayed bc poe got him food and was comfortable to sit on

always has candy for ranpo everywhere despite not being a big fan of candy

deals with dissociation and intrusive thoughts; has problems with idealization of people (see ranpo)

has been dealing with some sort of substance addiction in his time between his duel with ranpo and his revenge part

has issues with chronic pain bc of that as well

has a raccoon plushie for karl for when he's gone

loves writing with an actual quill but has been made fun of

has some odd knowledge about the human body that might or might not be concerning

hates swimming. i mean hates. loathes, in fact.

loves to rot away in bed and think while drifting in and out of consciousness (sameee)

is always cold (uses ranpo as a heater lol)

can solve basic code

loves bitter tasting things (tea, dark chocolate, strong coffee etc)

is insecure about his face + his body in general that's why he wears his hair like that and so many layers

ok now for the spoilers (if you don't want to read further than this, ty dear anon for letting me ramble about this and ty ty for reading :3)

i love the theory that an ability manifests as a kind of response to either trauma or a major change in their life, so - my theory or hc, whatever, is that poe wasn't an ability user before he met ranpo. obviously the first time they meet ranpo doesn't know about his ability and hasn't experienced it before. poe seems to find confidence in his ability and i think he'd have mentioned it before if he'd met ranpo in a setting that would also be in relation (in terms of mysteries and stuff) to it

i'm very sure or i'd like to think poe manifested his ability as a way of escapism but also as a way of determination (drawing people into his story i mean, you can't get further in being a successful detective writer than this ability yk)

also poe was a detective before they met, i'd guess he still wrote stuff but he switched almost completely once he was defeated by ranpo and barely solved any crimes anymore (maybe only over text or sth idk)

all this results ofc in a feeling of inferiority in poe who before ranpo came along was probably quite prideful - which leads me to believe he thinks of ranpo as a rival that has corrupted his mind but also as someone he is thankful for, which makes all of this wayyyy more complicated than it seems on the surface

poe thinks he's tied to ranpo and therefore cannot say no to him or pretend for long enough that he doesn't care; he actively puts himself in situations he doesn't like bc of ranpo and helps him when he really doesn't have to - he could just walk away. but he doesn't

he also exclusively uses his ability for or against ranpo, we've not seen him use it outside of it and tbh i don't think he's ever used it otherwise (except when it manifested, tho i don't know how it could've manifested tbh. like how do you find sth like this out?)

in my fic henry (his brother) knows at least a fraction of all this and asks for poe to get himself something unrelated to ranpo, which he does, which is why i think poe is also an artist, tho less skilled than in his writing but he finds fun in it

he keeps it a secret from ranpo (he will eventually open up tho)

yea. i think that's it for now, ty again anon and ty for everyone reading so far, i hope i'll not disappoint in putting this into the fic :D

[lemonkatt17]

I love your transformers art!!! It's beautiful and so cute!!

In your drawing are bee and Optimus like coworkers but bee see him like a father figure or is bee some teen Optimus took in I just want to know from the Canon of your comics

AAAA THANK YOUU SO MUCH HEHE

My versions of Bumblebee and Optimus are just a huge mix of them from the different versions of them, hence my designs for them you can see some similarities to different versions of them not really too heavy on any particular version.

But that’s design wise, story wise for mine, once again they’re just a mix of different versions, or what I like better- (cherry picking)

Bee being the youngest of them in team prime Optimus and the others kinda just had this natural instinct to protect him or view him as this kid/youngest sibling.

Optimus being the oldest/leader as well as feeling responsible for his team and viewing his team as his family, just slowly starting viewing Bee as his kid over time.

Bee is still a rebellious kid who goes on late night drives, stubbornly disobeying orders at times, and it just stresses Optimus out.

I’m such a yapper I’m so sorry- basically it’s both. Both taking their places in the team seriously as coworkers but overtime, with more and more bonding, they all grew closer as a family.

Bee holds so much respect and trust towards Optimus, with the way Optimus acts towards everyone he looked up to him (literally bro is small) just slowly viewing Optimus as a father figure, oblivious to Optimus clearly viewing Bee has his own.

Everyone else is not so oblivious to this and they were both last to know that yes they are indeed father and son.

Bee gets embarrassed and Optimus is confused half of the time.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YAP ABOUT THESE 2 (I can yap for ages this is but a mere sliver)

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S1Ep1

Ohhh, don’t wanna fight anymore?

Bahhhh, men.

GABRIELLE <3

Hehe Xena intervening immediately (gay) and beating up a guy

EPIC stunts

SWORD and circle thingy?

"Tell him Xena says hello" sexy

Bewbs

"the passion" Xena approaches a woman. Gayyy

Gabrielle asks soooo many questions XD Love her

Ahhh, she’s actually engaged but wants to run away with Xena. GAYYY

SHE'S TOTALLY NOT FLIRTING XDDD

"You don't wanna make me mad, now do you?" 😂

PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, MAN.

Xenaaa

Are Draco and Xena siblings? They have sibling energy

"in love?" no, wrong. Xena is the lesbian warrior princess. Heavy on the lesbianism

GABRIELLE SNEAKSY... And she bumps into something. Clumsy

"But I don't love him" LESBIAN.

Gabrielle's hairstyle is cuuuute

Horses are so stupid… XD

Ohhh, Cyclops! He’s been blinded (Odysseus be like)

"You should find a different line of work" XDDDD

Awww, Gabrielle is so cuuute

Oop, cage

"I've been tracking her to kill her" Haaaah, "she'd never let a man get close to her" heh

I feel we're bonded in our hate for this she-demon 😊

I loooove Gabrielle. Can I marry her actually.

HEHE, CUT OFF BLOOD FLOW

HAH, Gabrielle just lying down on the street shdhdhdh

"He's very rich" Liaaaaarrrrr

"I knew Oedipus" 😂

Gabrielle has SUPER social skills so far

Mother???? Mother draws the sword

Awww, she’s made mistakes in the past

"But I'm gonna spend the rest of my life trying" awww

Noooo :( Poor Xena

"What, is one woman too much for you?"

GABRIELLE YAYYYY

Ha, I love Gabrielle

She just saves Xena on her first day

"I could probably get up there behind you"

Lesbians running away together

Brother deid?

Is your path with Gabrielle? As it should. Lesbianism is the way.

"It's hard to be alone" "You're not alone" lesbian smiles THAT'S GAY ACTIVITY MA'AMS

Blergh. Draco.

"Hello, Draco." hehe

"You said one way or the other. It's the other."

HAH, STABS THE GUY IN THE NUTS

Boah, holy shit, Xena

She’s so epic

COME ON XENA WALK ON ME - lesbians everywhere

Draco on the floor hehehe

Please add that he isn't allowed to kill anyone...

Talk with Momaaa

Xena cooks

Gabrielle helloooo :D

"I won't stay home" Hehe

YOU CAN SLEEP OVER THERE LESBIANS. Friends. After a day. Lesbian speed.

[kaifougere666]

Random ideas about Carlo and Pino being twins

part 1/?

twins AU pino and carlo is so cute tbh I had to write headcanons ! (Contains some of my art too :D)

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● Pinocchio is a bit awkward most of the time with people (poor boy is learning) but Carlo and him still managed to make a strong bond with time ! Yay :D

sibling fights:

● Carlo teases Pino a lot: pulls his hair, makes jokes etc.. basically siblings things

○ Pino doesn't really tease back but at some point if he is too annoyed by Carlo he'll end up biting him (not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him)

Clothes:

● Pinocchio likes to steal his brother's clothes a lot, which annoys Carlo everytime

○ They also very like to match outfits (which is I'll admit, very cute, I do it with my twin also hehe)

(all art here by me)

● It wasn't natural for Pinocchio to act a certain way siblings act so he observed people who has siblings and tried to replicate what they do

○ Like read together, they love reading together !

○ Also sleeping together from time to time, just being in the same room, like a slumber party !

○ He even bites Carlo. To show affection (like how my cat bites me when I pat him too much or not enough) being used to it, Carlo eventually bites back XD

Affection:

● Pino and affection isn't a natural thing, but when he saw siblings hug he really wanted to try it on his own brother !

○ He hugged Carlo so hard he almost could not breathe... but later on he learned to be more delicate with his hugs.

○ He hugs Carlo very often, even though Carlo don't show it necessarily he actually kinda like being hugged by his brother

Kisses :

They are not the type of siblings to kiss, maybe a little kiss on the cheek or forehead to say goodnight or thank you but that's it

● they kinda had a rivalry at first (especially jealous Carlos) on who would be the favourite son, but when Carlo saw Giuseppe treated Pino the same he treated him, he felt a relief then a need to protect his brother

"I've only met pinocchio for an hour but if anything happens to him I'd kill everyone her and than myself!!"

● They are very protective to eachother, especially Carlo to Pino

● They often train to fight together

● ofc Pino is a part of the friend group with Romeo, they often all 3 hang out together :D

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Voilà hope u liked that ! If you have more ideas send requests! They are always opened, and you can see what I can write in my pinned comment

I also draw requests for lies of p (go see more in pinned aswell)

Also thus was inspired by how I act with my own twin/siblings and how my best friends (who are twins) act with eachother!

Also wanted to precise, nothing in this can be assimiled as incest (feel the need to precise incase) incest is out of my boundaries and makes me uncomfortable :)

Have a great day ! ☆ ～('▽^人)

Bonus drawing aswell :

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

Do you have an idea of what Moshe looks like or what type of rabbit he is? I kind of want to have a go at drawing him (even though I'm not very good) and I'm just sort of curious

Sooo I'm going to have to admit that this ask led to me a research rabbit hole (hehe) into bunny breeds and eventually deciding to base Moshe after Checkered Giant Rabbits.

(for the record, I was already planning on doing so, I just decided to do it now bc my brain was like 'an opportunity to overshare to friend? YES!')

From what I've gathered so far (and I do want to emphasize I have a lot more research to do), they seem to be an energetic and active breed. They aren't as affectionate as other rabbit breeds, but they will become so once they bond with someone.

As a brief overview, that all fits what I want for Moshe. Adventurous, playful, but a little slow to trust.

I'm a little worried that Yehuda (Zayde) won't be able to keep up with his running around needs, but I have a half formed idea for a story down the road where one of the community kids starts to fill the role as playmate, with the main purpose of the plot being Moshe slowly warming up to them and bonding with them.

and that's who Miriam is going to be isn't it

like, as I've been developing the world, I've started naming other characters around others in the specific stories already mentioned

for instance, Yehuda will have 2 brothers, Simon and Jonathan, which as far as I can tell, are the names of the other Maccabbee siblings

and don't even get me started on Cat!Vashti

Anyways, to actually get to the topic of physical appearance, checkered giant rabbits are mostly white with either black or blue markings (on their ears, around their eyes, noses, and a stripe down their back, as well as other markings). I kinda like the idea of Moshe having blue markings.

That said, I also did some rough doodles for reference:

(I gave him half moon spectacles bc I thought they'd be cute <3)

(also I've been debating how much I want to anthropomorphize the animal characters in this world and have decided to keep them mostly animalistic, but maybe give them one or two elements like the spectacles. Essentially, no Disney-esque clothes wearing here.)

[sokkas-honour]

3 with sokka for your spotify wrapped playlist writing thingy? Also hii hehe i just found your blog 5 seconds ago NICE TO MEET YOUUU

it’s lovely to meet you too! (i prepared these a while ago but tysm for being so supportive of my blog!!)

affluenza - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader (it’s more platonic than anything)

wc: 2.7k

notes/warnings: again, i’m only really using the theme of this song instead of the lyrics. for warning, misogyny?? a bit of neglect

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growing up a princess was already hard to begin with, but being the younger sister to the nation’s favourite royal was even worse. constantly being in her shadow, being ignored by parents and just being blindly spoiled. you were lucky, you could get whatever you wanted except for your parent’s own attention and affection.

ever since you turned the age of ten, you were quick to notice that you weren’t your parent’s favorite so you would try and do whatever you could to be the star in their eyes. you trained everyday in order to improve your water bending, your warrior skills, just anything that could make you stand out and get your parents to notice you more. but alas, you weren’t the crown princess, the most beautiful girl in the northern water tribe.

it came to a point where, around your fifteenth birthday, you were starting to loose motivation for things in general. all of your work had payed off, you had mastered every healing form and had even gotten secret lessons from local boys trying to use you to get to yue, you had everything you could want except for the one thing you desperately needed. so you started isolating yourself a bit more, the rest of the nation forgetting about you even more.

your isolation changed when you heard of the avatar having arrived in your tribe and suddenly, you desperately wanted to get to know them. if you befriended the avatar and even joined him on his voyage, you might just finally get your parent’s stamp of approval. it was the first thing in months to give you any sort of motivation.

during the dinner that your dad threw for the guests and to honour your sister’s birthday, you had managed to find a spot next to the southern watertribe girl and you two hit it off immediately. bonding over shared experiences as younger siblings.

“yeah it does hurt a bit to have practically mastered all your water bending forms and not get a congratulations from your parents.” was your comment as the two of you spoke about sometimes feeing as thought you’re living in your older sibling’s shadow. what you said seemed to have done something to the girl who’s name you learned was katara.

“you’re a waterbender?” she asked bewildered. her eyes looking at you with excitement and wonder.

“yeah, one of the best in the tribe if i do say so myself.” you joked lightly, a bit confused at her tone.

“i’m a waterbender too! do you think you could teach me a few things?” she excitedly asked, a huge grin on her face. you nodded and finished swallowing your pickled fish that had been prepared by the best chefs in town.

“i mean sure but i’m not sure what i could teach you. i’m basically a master but i wouldn’t say that i’m too far ahead from other people my age.” you responded, explaining to the girl from your sister tribe that you may not be able to teach her much.

“oh, where i come from, i’m the last waterbender. so i’ve never had any actual training.” her gaze averted from yours and you instantly regretted what you said, feeling horrible at your assumption. you were used to being surrounded by waterbenders and had no idea what she must’ve been going through.

“i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. if you need anyone to show you some water bending forms, i’m more than happy to. but i’m sure you’ll get more from master yagoda.” you searched for her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she turned her head to smile at you which you returned a comforting one back.

“why not master paku?” she inquired, slightly confused at not hearing the name of the respected master she had heard about at one point during the dinner.

“master paku teaches warrior waterbending skills, girls aren’t allowed to learn those techniques, only healing.” you explained, gaze faltering slightly. you hated your tribe’s costume which is why you always tried to rebel in your own way, but she didn’t need to know that yet.

“why? that’s stupid!” she exclaimed, removing her hand from yours to hit her closed fists on the table in annoyance, thankfully not drawing any attention.

“i know! but it’s tradition and the old farts who control this town hate breaking tradition, even my father won’t break it for me!” you explained, giving a small glance to your father who spoke to one of his councilmen.

“maybe he’ll change his mind if i’m with the avatar! we might even convince him to train you!” she suggested, optimism laced in her words but you simply shrugged your shoulders.

“you can try but i wouldn’t get your hopes up. if you do though, make sure to come get me.” you blankly responded, not wanting to give her any false sense of joy.

the rest of the dinner went by nicely, her telling stories about her adventure with the avatar and her brother, who’s name you learned to be sokka. he even inserted himself in the conversation once or twice, making you laugh at his comments. the night had to end eventually, and for yue and yourself, it meant you two have to leave before the party ended.

“y/n, i think i may have a problem.” yue nervously started when you were both alone. “that southern water tribe boy, he.”

“he’s hilarious?” you finished her sentence, a knowing smile on your lips.

“yeah, and i’m scared i might be catching feelings for him. he even suggested to do something together.” she explained, hand grabbing yours nervously, looking to you for advice on what she should do. no matter how much your parents favoured yue on every way, there was so way you could ever hate her or hold your parents’ doings against her.

“oh come on yue, talking to him won’t hurt you. if anything, not talking to him will hurt him.” you joked, placing your hand on top of hers to give more weight to your words.

“i suppose so.” she smiled, most likely thinking about him and the way he made her feel. your smirk never left your face as you watched the way he made her feel.

the next day, you ran into katara and aang as they went to visit master paku to try and convince him to train the both of them. you were going on a simple walk, hoping to run into them.

“y/n, want to come with us to master paku?” katara immediately asked once you were in proximity to the tow of them.

“not sure you’ll be able to convince them but i’d love to either way.” you smiled, waving hello to the avatar.

“well we’re going to try.” aang backed up katara’s optimism which was slightly sad to see as you knew the ending, you had experienced it yourself.

and like you predicted, their attempt to get the old master to go against outdated traditions proved useless. it ended in katara yelling at his misogynistic attitude and giving up to go sit in on a healing session. you decided to join her, knowing it was useless to you but it was nice to a get a refresher nonetheless.

once it ended, you were left to deal with an annoyed katara as aang was still training. you admired her for standing up to him, wishing you had the confidence that she had but you had given up fighting traditions a long time ago when you realised it was useless.

“listen, i’m sorry katara. if you want though, i can show you around town.” you tried to cheer her up but she seemed to agree with no enthusiasm.

during your tour, you made sure to give as many details as you could to the girl from your sister tribe but it didn’t do much to make her smile. her attitude did change though when the both of you ran into her older brother, a lovestruck emotion on his face which immediately led you to conclude he had seen your sister, and you were right.

“we’re meeting tonight at the same bridge we saw each other! yue and i!” was the first he said when he approached the two of you, more directed to his sister.

“really sokka? that’s great!” katara’s mood seemed to change to happiness for her brother. she then turned to you, surprisingly. “you know, maybe yue said something to y/n. did she?”

“why would yue tell her something?” sokka stopped you from answering, taking you slightly aback. his rather none accusing question hurt you more than you’d care to admit.

“i beg your pardon?” you were slightly offended at his question, more hurt but that wasn’t the tone that you wanted to show, knowing that showing hurt was more of a weakness than anything. at least in your household, your parents only seemed to notice your negative attitude when it came out. a comment made by a schoolmate hurt you and when you came home crying, you were simply neglected as yue had come home earlier and your parents were engrossed in her story. you had tried to come to them but were simply ignored. since then, you’ve only ever shown emotions theyd deem negative to your sister.

“sokka, you met her last night. she’s the second princess of the northern water tribe!” katara harshly whispered as you calmed yourself down, making a mental note to thank your new friend.

“yue has a sister? what did she say about me?” his confusion turned to excitement as he practically rushed into your face, too close for your liking.

“yes, and what do you think you’ll get out of me?” you smirked slightly, putting your hand on his chest to push him out of your face.

“i don’t know, what does a princess need?” he questioned. letting your hand linger before you dropped it.

“warrior training.” katara observed as you narrowed your eyes, the smirk still on your lips as you surprised the rather bold boy.

“why would you need warrior training?”

“because, i want to. my father refuses to let me train but i’ve found ways. yue told me you’re supposedly the best warrior in your village and i want some.” you defied his expectations, he assumed you’d probably be drastically different from your sister in a bad way but he was wrong.

“deal, you tell me what yue thinks of me and i’ll teach you a couple of things i know.” he was quick to agree, willing to do anything to know what the crown princess thought of him. you took your hand out to shake on it and he did, both of you looking each other in the eyes in defiance, hands lingering in each other’s grip.

katara giggled at the interaction which brought the two of you out of your stare and let go of each other’s hands.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully yue will tell me more after your little rendezvous today.” you told him before turning your attention back to katara, seeing as though she was with her brother now, she’d be fine on her own. “i’ll see you tomorrow around the healing hut early tomorrow?”

she nodded before you waved the two of them goodbye and walked back towards the palace, looking forward to your first session with sokka.

the next day was pretty eventful, finding out that katara and aang had gone against paku’s rules, meaning that he refused to continue raining the avatar. you found out right before leaving for the session with yagoda and decided to stick around when katara defied him. and by the end of that whole fiasco, she was able to convince him to let her train with him.

after that happened, you immediately went to your father to beg him to let you join paku’s clas but you were met with a wall.

“absolutely not, the times may be changing but i’d rather none of my daughters do anything too dangerous. you still need to finish mastering healing.” was his response, leaving you in complete disbelief. you had mastered every healing form a couple of months ago and he didn’t know.

yue tried to comfort you but you ignored him, deciding to walk around town to calm down. you knew that if yue was the waterbender, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted. even if she was their fragile little girl.

the day went by rather fast, and before you knew it, you were following katara in secret to watch the first ever girl receive training from a master in the northern water tribe. you made sure to not make your presence too noticeable, even if the majority of people didn’t notice you most of the time. you watched in complete awe of her raw skill, wishing that you were right there next to her, having something to make you stand out from your family.

when the afternoon came, you made your way to where the three of them was staying in order to complete your deal with sokka.

“hey y/n, did you find out anything about yue?” was his greeting which earns a little eye roll from you.

“didn’t she tell you that she was engaged?” you said rather harshly, regretting as you saw him look down sadly. “listen sokka, she can’t love you but she does. she’s tied to our ridiculous customs, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” he took a deep breath in and let it go before meeting your eyes that were soft, matching them with a small smile. “ready to get started?”

“more than ready. my stupid father didn’t want me joining katara today so i need to let out some sort of aggression.” your tone clearly annoyed at your father which confused sokka, yue didn’t seem to have any problems with her parents.

“i don’t know if this is my place to ask, but why do you seem to hate your father so much?” he asked, curious to know.

“this is nothing against my sister, i love her to bits. it’s my parents i have problems with, they just cast me aside. all of their attention has always been on yue, hell everyone in this stupid tribe only cares about yue! i’m supposed to just be unnoticeable according to my parents yet they shame me for not being as special as yue! i mastered every single healing form and i even managed to learn a couple of fighting stances, yet it’s still not enough.” you let yourself go, deciding to dump all of your problems on the poor boy who had to hear your practically yell at the end. “sorry, you probably didn’t want to know all of that.” you joked nervously.

“no, no its okay. i just figured that being yue’s sister would be like the best thing. i mean being royalty makes your life basically perfect and i mean, she’s one of the sweetest girls i’ve ever met!” sokka ranted, not exactly being what you wanted to hear.

“yeah, i have everything i could ever want but my parent’s attention.” you laughed in disbelief at how ridiculous your situation was.

“you know what?” a silence had settle after your uncomfortable laugh but he was the first to speak, excitement in his voice as he voiced the idea in his head. “what if you joined us to defeat the firelord and travel with the avatar? that’s sure to get your parents to notice!”

“you barely know me and i haven’t actually spoken with the avatar, what makes you think that i’d fit your little team?” you were skeptic at his proposition, loving the idea but not being sure he was thinking it through.

“from what katara’s told me, you’d be perfect for us! katara could teach you what she learns with paku on the road, i could teach you what i know and you could be our own healer!” he excitedly thought about the idea of having someone else on his team, even if you weren’t the sibling he fell for, he still took a liking to you after your first conversation.

“well then, come fetch me before you leave. my parents won’t notice me gone so there won’t be any problems.” you concluded, you yourself getting excited at the idea of finally doing something that might make you stand out to your parents.

“great! now let’s get started.” he opened the door, a huge smile on his face.

“if you were at all interested, she thought you were a pretty good kisser.” you added before he could start teaching you any of his skills.

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[spooky-activity]

Just a little update on Cassandratopia 2: Electric Boogaloo (Or as it stands in my Google Docs folder rn, A Helping Hand). I’ll put it under the cut cuz it’s kinda long. 

I just wanted to say that I’m still planning on actually doing it, despite all evidence to the contrary lol 

I did Cassandratopia in a haze of graduating from college(where I was studying animation) and just having ended my first dnd campaign as a dungeon master (which went 3 years!). I was fishing around for internships, but since the pandemic had just kicked off I wasn’t having much luck. So I had a lot of creative energy that wasn’t getting channeled anywhere, and a lot of free time when I wasn’t applying to places. Which is how I did 4 pages a day several times per week. Which was insane. 

As it stands, I’m running 2 dnd campaigns(one meets weekly, the other every other week or so), and just scored a full-time internship at a video game company! The campaigns I’m running are a homebrew open world, which, for those of you who aren’t too familiar with dnd, is a metric fuckton of work to prep for each session because I have no idea what my insane friends and siblings are going to try and do every time we play. 

Anyways all this to say that my storytelling itch is kinda. Sufficiently getting scratched atm and I have a lot less free time. I’m still plucking away at the setting/refining the story of A Helping Hand, but it’s largely on the backburner. Cassandratopia was also, uh, like the first story I’ve ever told in any sort of format besides the give-and-take of dnd, so... I’m not used to having so much control over the narrative. Oddly. I’ve never thought of myself as much of a writer of stories; my main focus is character animation, so someone else is usually writing the stories I’m telling anyways, which is super cool with me. Honestly I’m surprising myself with how much I want to tell this story, which is why I’m still sure I’m doing it. Just. Slower. Than Cassandratopia got done. 

But I’ll share a bit of the lore I’ve been cooking up! Specifically about Zhan Tiri and The Drops. The story will be told in an extremely dnd type setting, because that’s the kind of narrative I’ve told before and am comfortable telling: hard magic rules, neat fights, scary monsters, a dash of eldritch horror, and huge emphasis being put on magical artifacts(kinda like in the show!). Here’s some stuff that’s basically locked-in. 

Zhan Tiri

Zhan Tiri is one of the many Demon Lords of the Abyss. She’s kind of a mashup of two of my favorite Demon Lords, Zuggtmoy, the Lady of Rot and Decay, and Pale Night, the Mother of Demons and Queen of the Night(with just a dash of Hannibal Lecter because who doesn’t like helpful, polite, manipulative-ass bitches lksjflkja;fj). Her domain sits almost exactly between the Sundrop and Moonstone, largely being the new growth that comes from death, and the endless cycle of life and death. Places where her influence is strongest includes the cracks in... Well anywhere really, from society to the planet’s shell, where metaphorical or physical rot could grow; musty, mostly ignored places where something could fester. Iconography related to her would include endless mazes, fungi, grasping skeletal hands, and rotting/blooming corpses. Her spores can animate corpses, which she likes to use as mindless minions when she doesn’t feel like sending one of her Acolytes. She shares a scrap of her power with those few mortals she likes. She appreciates ambition and the desire to Grow to be bigger than what you were to start with, as those are qualities she herself possesses. 

Incredibly intelligent and merciless to those she deems her enemies, her main thing is pulling the strings from the shadows and seeing just how far she can push people to act with as little prompting from her as possible. She does, however, have the power to kinda bulldoze her way through things if she needs to, but she doesn’t like to because where’s the fun in that? 

She first gained interest in the Material Plane when a Wizard with too much hubris from said Material Plane(Named Demanitus) contacted her trying to figure out more information about The Drops and how to control them. After indulging him for a bit, she started preparing to make a summer home on the Material Plane because it’s New and Fun here and Wow These Mortals are Really Fun to Mess With! And some of them she even genuinely liked! Demanitus then realized his mistake and locked her away in Pandemonium for what he hoped was forever, but turned out to be only around 1,000 years, due to the efforts of her followers. Her little stint in Pandemonium magnified the more... Chaotic aspects of her personality, so now she wants to cover the Material Plane in blooming mazes of fungal crops that she can break people with at her leisure. 

The Drops

The drops are two semi-sentient pieces of one original artifact, whose original purpose was to be a tool of creation for the gods. Which, through some great calamity(still deciding that one), got sundered and settled into the two basic aspects of creation: the nearly unlimited well of life-energy which organizes stardust into planets, cabbages, and kings, and the “you gotta crack a few eggs to get an omlette” destructive force which breaks down what the sundrop makes so that it can make more. 

The main goal of the drops is to reunite. I would want to as well if I was ripped in half! This manifests as a... General tug in the direction of the other drop. A desire in the host to Go That Way. It can be resisted, and even ignored for a bit, but it’s always there. Like being hungry if starving wasn’t a danger. Just a bit uncomfortable if you aren’t going That Way, but ignorable. 

Both drops generally try to be as helpful to their wielder as possible, as originally they were a tool of creation to the gods. They are innately obliging. They’re also REALLY UNSAFE FOR MORTALS TO BE MESSING WITH. The Sundrop is a little safer because the most it can do is kinda. Overcharge you into something distinctly not human but still alive, and King Fredrick was lucky he made the Sundrop into soup before giving it to Arianna. But King Edmund got his wholeass arm blasted off for touching the Moonstone. 

The Sundrop

Best I could whittle it down, the Sundrop has power over life energy, like the sun’s light. It also has power over the energy derived from geothermal activities, so deep sea creatures Are Not Immune To The Sundrop, which was a funny thought that crossed my mind that they could be, but that will likely never come up anyways salkdjf;ljsf It is, in its basest form, Growth and Progress. 

It’s a little sentient, but very much entrenches itself into whoever is holding it at the time. Like another mind looking through your eyes and seeing what you see/feeling what you feel while still retaining a bit of individuality from the host. It’s not... Parasitic because it’s in its nature to give, but it’s generally pretty firmly attached to whoever is holding it until they die( which isn’t usually for a WHILE. It ’infects’ a new host when one dies, usually a plant near their grave...) or until a solar eclipse. It wants what they want, but it’s very fussy so they have to ask it for power exactly correctly(like singing an incantation every time you want to heal someone, or doing a Ritual involving lots of very specific ingredients, Celestial Alignments, and Secret Words) or it won’t listen, like an orchid dying if the ph balance is off in the soil by a little bit. But it’s generally pretty intuitive to use, because it wants what you want and (as long as you ask right) is willing to help. 

Anyways basically under the influence of the Sundrop you get a few things: 

Basically limitless energy coursing through your body while you’re in a place with sunlight, which equates to rapid healing, mostly, because every cell in your body is being supercharged with free energy. Never getting exhausted in direct sunlight. (If Rapunzel lived in a place that was sunny 24/7 like near one of the poles she wouldn’t have to sleep like. until it started to get dark in the opposite half of the year. Then she’d have to sleep like a regular human being)

You stay at your prime, or if you are past it, revert to your prime. Someone who is holding the Sundrop, or who has regular access to the Sundrop’s magic can’t die of old age or illness. They have to be hurt beyond the Sundrop’s ability to heal or have it taken away from them. 

The ability to share this rapid healing with others (if you ask right)

The ability to freely draw on the raw, near-limitless energy of the sun to shape into things like cool-looking energy blasts (only if you ask right) 

The Moonstone

The moonstone has powers over varying levels of destruction: from destroying things by ripping them apart/ to Not Letting Things Be Destroyed(also known as protecting) by freezing them in indestructible rock. Like the moon, it can ‘reflect’ a bit of the sundrop’s power, so it can kinda provide energy, albeit a lot less than the sundrop can provide. It’s the inevitable march of The End of All Things, fertilizing the fields of time with the ashes of the old so the new can take root. 

The Moonstone is a bit more in the dark(pun intended hehe) when it comes to bonding with someone, it can only try to figure out what is going on based off the emotions of its wielder, and through anything directly touching the Black Rocks. Because of this it’s... Kinda dumb? It tries to do things to help(Like shooting red fear-rocks to try and scare away whatever must be scaring its wielder so badly) but often fails spectacularly at helping. 

Under the influence of the Moonstone you get: 

Mortals get Neat Body Armor that’s actually just you being turned into a rock! They are very fragile! They need to be protected! The best the Moonstone can do to try and preserve you is to Stop All Destruction by.. Pausing all bodily functions indefinitely. Rocks don’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe, and almost nothing can destroy you if you’re solid Black Rock. The weak reflection of the Sundrop’s energy keeps the host animated, but they’re not exactly alive anymore. Like cryostasis. Wounds (if any) acquired in this state won’t be a problem because they’re not messing anything up, because nothing is technically working in the first place, but they will be a problem when you’re not protected in this way anymore. It’s a cosmic ‘I’ll deal with that later’ button, essentially. 

Like the moon, the Moonstone can reflect the light of the sun. It uses its rock crystals to do so, which can even split the sun’s power into different shades, like a prism. Essentially, different colored rocks can mean new and exciting power sets. 

Blue Lightning! The Moonstone can reflect the Sundrop’s power, so it also has access to pure bursts of energy, even if it is weaker and colder. 

The Moonstone is very helpful, but usually has no idea what you want. ‘Asking’ the Moonstone for more control over its power in the same way you would Ask the Sundrop for more power reminds it of the perfect bond it used to share. The Moonstone’s incantation deepens the bond between wielder and Moonstone in such a way that it actually knows what you want from it, giving you near perfect control of its powers.

*This is kind of just a side note of the Drops: While the Moonstone is weaker than the Sundrop in an head-on fight, it could hold its own if it were on the defensive. Redirecting the power instead of trying to overpower and such.

** Cass made of rocks means I get to draw her skeleton :) not in every picture that would be fucking nuts and way too much work alskjdf;lkjs;fv

[weakeninghope]

Dreamless nights (until I met you)

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo / Narancia Ghirga

Rating: Teen

AO3 link here

Summary:  At school, people was always commenting what they have dreamed last night, telling crazy stories, laughing about it, or commenting the stupidest details.Fugo didn’t have what to tell. Hell, he didn’t even have someone to tell those stories to.

Notes:  Hello! It's me again. I was truly excited about the Fugonara week. To be honest, I spent the whole day writing this because I couldn't focus. Depression does that to me... but I hope you like this. I really poured my heart into this, and I hope to keep writing more for the week. Fugonara is a really cute ship, and I really love them.A few things I'd like to say:- I don't know if when Fugo joined the gang, Mista and Abbacchio were already there, so I kinda invented it hehe don't blame me for that. This was written for Fugonara week day 1: Dreams!

- Fugo's backstory is the PHF one (please read PHF) - I'm not a native (I'm from Spain) so please take this into account if you see any mistakesComments and kudos are much appreciated! <3Twitter: Shirotxpoison Tumblr: weakeninghopeThank you and see you soon <3

fic under the cut!

Fugo’s never been one to remember what he dreamt last night. His life had always been pretty monotonous as far as he remembers. Or at least it was before beating his professor up with a dictionary. Waking up, brushing his teeth. Having breakfast (compulsory breakfast, if he could have decided he would have skipped it, he used to wake up without wanting to eat anything, but his parents always told him that he had to start the day with enough energy to study throughout the day). Dressing up. Going to school. Studying until dinner. Dinner. And then off to sleep. Turns out that when he went to sleep he was mentally exhausted and his brain didn’t have the energy to design a dream-like universe.

In this aspect, he was envious.

At school, people was always commenting what they have dreamed last night, telling crazy stories, laughing about it, or commenting the stupidest details.

Fugo didn’t have what to tell. Hell, he didn’t even have someone to tell those stories to.

He wasn’t allowed to play videogames, he wasn’t allowed to have friends, he wasn’t allowed to do anything that didn’t imply studying or nurturing his brain, because he was “gifted”.

As time went by, he continued having dreamless nights, but when he started university at the age of thirteen, he started having really uncomfortable nights. He still had no dreams (nightmares either) but he used to wake up feeling really nauseous, which made breakfast really hard.

It really didn’t help that his siblings would burn his textbooks or draw on them which rendered the textbooks useless, and his parents blamed Fugo for not taking care of his stuff, which brought Fugo to having to stay until 2AM studying because he was grounded. And then he had to wake up at 6AM to go to university because his parents were busy working and he had to take the bus to go to university.

His life until that point had created a Fugo whose only way to feel something was through rage. He felt furious. Furious because his parents were too hard on him and always mad e him prioritize his privileged brain over absolutely everything. Furious because he only received attention because his parents wanted him to be perfect. Since the day that he noticed that his sibling s started trashing his belongings when he was younger, Fugo started committing small acts of rebellion. Not dressing up as he was supposed to. Not having breakfast. Little fits of rage that at least let him feel something. But of course, those attempts at having a personality outside of what he was supposed to be didn’t last that long, because soon after, his parents resorted to physical violence. When that happened, Fugo didn’t cry. He was just angry. Angry at having to go through this. Angry at himself. And when his parents stopped hitting him, he would often slam his head against the wall or punch it until his knuckles bled.

This got worse when he started university. And got even worse when his grandmother died. That night, he did have a dream. He dreamt about his family disowning him, he dreamt about him living in the streets, having nowhere to go, nowhere to have a life, being a nobody that never got the chance to have a normal life, that never got the chance to be himself. Because, if someone asked him what he thought of himself (not that it was gonna happen though, Fugo didn’t have people who’d be interested enough as of to ask him his opinion of himself) he’d say… not a lot. He was just what he had to be. Until he beat up his professor with a dictionary because he badmouthed his dead grandmother. That was Fugo’s biggest act of rebellion. Against the professor. Against his parents. Against himself, for always following the rules.

That was when Fugo’s life went downhill, and his dream about his family disowning him became his reality. He was sent to a cell, and his parents told him that they wouldn’t b e bailing him, because for them, Pannacotta Fugo was no more, he was just a worthless punk who, tired of being the uptight, flawless perfect model that they had instilled him, committed the despicable act of hitting a professor, someone superior and worth of admiration, with a fucking dictionary. Multiple times.

W ithin the loneliness of his cell, Fugo thought long and hard. He regretted a lot of his life choices (being born was the first one, even though that hadn’t been a choice) but not what he had done. Because even if it meant that he wouldn’t have a future anymore, he had decided something for himself, and he wasn’t going to tolerate some dude who didn’t know anything about his life badmouthing the only person who has ever cared for his wellbeing. Besides, as he had thought before throughout his life, he’d rather not have the desired future his parents were waiting for him to experience. He was better of like this. He knew that, after what he had done, he had no place among society, that he was a lowlife, scum, garbage, that no one would ever want him again. He could say farewell forever to having friends, to being important to someone. He’d think about saying goodbye to having a girlfriend, but he’s never been interested in girls. He’s never forged an emotional bond with anyone, let alone with a girl, and to be honest, if he thought about it, it was a big “no, thank you”.

He’d already made peace with the fact that he’d be alone forever until someone, this Bruno Buc ciarati , came to his cell and told him that he’d give him a path in life. A place to belong.

It sounded interesting, indeed; a place to belong. Fugo’s never had one in his life. He’s never even dreamed of living in a world of the books he read, particularly because he wasn’t interested in reading, he became a bookworm because he had to be one. But truth be told, he’d rather read that hear his parents argue or listen to his siblings badmouthing him and complaining about Fugo receiving all the attention. Unwanted attention. Fugo never asked for this “attention”. Because his parents never cared for him as of to give him a hug when he needed one, for example. But his siblings only saw what they wanted, and it was that their parents only cared about one person in their family.

Bucciarati looked like a gangster. He didn’t have it written all over his face, but his composure, his attitude, how he talked, how he moved, how he dressed. Fugo was pretty intuitive and could guess as much. Not that he had seen a lot of gangsters during his life but… Bucciarati looked like one. But not like a “bad” one. Fugo couldn’t imagine this guy harming someone. Fugo had known cruelty before, and this guy didn’t fit in his standards.

For a moment, Fugo pictured what it would be like, being in the mob. Putting his talent in use for other stuff besides studying and studying for earning himself a righteous future, a good job, money, and a family to be with. Fugo imagined that the mob was a cruel world, ruthless, cold. But he was honestly so fed up with being “good”, and he thought that if he was going to die, at least he’d die doing something he’d decided by himself. And Bucciarati was right.

He could no longer live in his parent’s world. In their world.

He wondered that if he joined Bucciarati, he would stop having those awful, dreamless nights.

So he said fuck it and accepted his offer.

After some time, Fugo passed the test and acquired his stand, Purple Haze. He learned from Bucciarati that stands are spiritual manifestations of your psyche, so he quickly associated Purple Haze with his repressed rage. His stand was quite deadly, to say the least. So he preferred not using it a lot, because he was still learning how to use it.

On the other side, the gang members were quite… odd, if he had to use a word to define them. Abbacchio had a very hard shell to break; he didn’t look like one to give up easily, or to open up to others. He only looked comfortable around Bucciarati, which was probably the reason why he was there, at the restaurant meetups. He always sat close to Bucciarati, as if to distance himself from Mista and Fugo himself. Mista was… Mista. He had a strange phobia regarding the number 4, and a very… cute? Emotional connection with his stand. Mista was very extroverted, always trying to talk with Fugo, and Fugo only knew how to answer… awkwardly, since he had never had any friends.

In the end, Fugo grew used to it. But one day, he found one boy rummaging through the trashcan near the restaurant. At first, he thought of helping him; because the hopelessness in his eyes had reminded him of himself when he had given up on life when he was in his cell, right before Bucciarati came to bail him. But then, the rational part of Fugo, how he grew up and became to be, took over him and decided to ignore him, so he returned to the restaurant.

If he felt a pang of pain and his stomach twisted when the boy looked at him, with his unbandaged eye, Fugo tried to ignore it.

That night, Fugo had a dream. He dreamt of that boy falling in an endless pit of despair, he dreamt of Fugo trying to extend his hand to him, but they couldn’t touch; they couldn’t reach. He dreamt of darkness consuming them both, and when he tried to scream, he woke up and realized he had been screaming for real. He was sweating hard, and he had yelled at such a volume that Bucciarati came to him room to ask what was wrong.

Fugo didn’t say a word and left the building. He had something to do.

He spent two hours running around the suburbs of Naples until he found the same boy rummaging through another trashcan.

“You’re coming with me.” He said, as he grabbed the boy’s hand. Then, he went to the restaurant where everyone was and said “I’d like to buy this man a plate of spaghetti.”

The same day, the boy, Narancia Ghirga, he learned afterwards, passed the test and joined the mob. Fugo didn’t know if this had been the right decision; but he couldn’t let this boy face the same fate he was going to face if Bucciarati hadn’t come to rescue him. He would have felt too responsible. He knew that nothing good came from mingling with others, but he wasn’t a jackass, and he felt the… need, to help this boy out.

When Narancia Ghirga joined the gang, he started to live with them, since there was an extra room in their appartment. Narancia’s room was right next to Fugo’s.

A few days passed, and even though Narancia and Fugo didn’t spend that much time together, Narancia sometimes spoke to Fugo about how he wanted to go to school, about how he admired Fugo for being smart, something that he was never going to achieve in his disastrous life. At those remarks, Fugo felt something strange in his stomach and his heart started speeding up his pace.

However, Narancia seemed to get along with Mista, often telling him how he felt or what he dreamed about. Narancia seemed to have a lot of interesting dreams, since Fugo often heard them chatting about that topic when he was having his teas or writing or reading a book.

The same day, at night, Fugo woke up hearing someone scream. Preoccupied with what had happened, Fugo went to Narancia’s room to check if something was wrong. The room was only illuminated by the dim lightning coming from the window, but he could clearly see Narancia squirming and panting in the bed.

He was having a nightmare.

That was when Fugo decided to act. Ever since he went to rescue him and had went through Naples tightly clasping his hand to bring him to the restaurant, Fugo has felt a strong emotional attachment with Narancia. So he decided to sit in his bed and calmly touch Narancia’s face to bring him to reality.

“Narancia” He whispered. He didn’t want to talk really loud since it could disturb Narancia, maybe. He didn’t know how to act when someone was having a nightmare, but he tried to be soft so he wouldn’t experience shock when he woke up.

Narancia kept squirming. Fugo decided to slide his palm a little bit through Narancia’s cheek, and he felt how soft and sticky it was, probably because he was sweating buckets. He must be terrified. Fugo definitely had to help him get through this.

“Narancia” He said, this time, a little bit louder. This seemed to startle Narancia, because, in one last dream-induced spasm, he moved from the bed until his face was inches apart from Fugo’s. When he opened his eyes, they stayed one good minute looking at each other. From this distance, Fugo could see drops of sweat falling from Narancia’s forehead, could see how his purple eyes shone under the moonlight. Could see his sleep mused hair. God, even in his disheveled state, Narancia looked beautiful. Fragile, but beatiful. Fugo wanted to protect him forever.

“F-Fugo?” He asked, his face still inches apart from Fugo’s. Fugo’s hand was still caressing Narancia’s cheek.

“Yes, it’s me, Narancia. You had a nightmare. You’re here again. With me. You’re not alone.” He whispered, hoping that would make Narancia feel better.

Narancia sighed, and Fugo could feel the warmth of his breath.

“So it was just a dream, huh? It sure felt real as hell.” Narancia let go, putting a little bit of distance between Fugo and himself. If Fugo felt a little bit disappointed, that’s not to be discussed.

“Nightmares tend to be like this.” Fugo claimed, even though he had like, two nightmares. He used to have dreamless nights, but he was sure that upon meeting Narancia, his dreams would start having a very different content.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Fugo continued, removing his hand from Narancia’s face. He didn’t want to be too invasive, but in a brave moment, he put his hand on top of Narancia’s that, lay on the cover of the bed.

“It was the same as always, Fugo. My friends leaving me behind. My mother dying from her infection. My father being shitty. At that time I really thought there was no future in store for me.” Narancia sighed. His eyes gleamed under the light, and Fugo could tell he was on the verge of tears, so he clasped Narancia’s hand tighter.

“I used to feel that about me, too.” Fugo confessed. If he felt an emotional connection with Narancia before, now it was just intensifying.

“You? How could you think you don’t have a future? You’re brilliant, Fugo!” Narancia exclaimed. At least, he looked more calm now.

“If I joined the gang and I’m here it means that my life wasn’t that good.” He reckoned, caressing Narancia’s palm. Narancia looked like he was more calm now, and instead of retrieving his hand, it looked like he was leaning to the touch, and Fugo was really glad.

“But you’re not alone anymore. You have the rest of the gang. And me. You have me.” Narancia reassured.

“You have me too, Narancia.” Fugo said. Inching closer to Narancia.

And then, he had an idea.

“Hmm… Do you… err… want me to stay the night with you? So you don’t have any nightmares? I can sleep on the floor if you want! I just don’t want you to be alone after what you’ve been through.” Fugo rambled more than he had initially wanted, but he didn’t want to make Narancia uncomfortable, so…

“No! I mean, yes! Yes, stay! But… stay on the bed with me. I can make room for you. I don’t want you to sleep on the floor, after how much you’ve helped me. So, please stay, Fugo. That would make me really happy.” Narancia exclaimed, with a little bit of emotion in his voice. Fugo was happy that it looked that fear had left Narancia’s voice and features. Sadness didn’t fit the boy’s expression. Narancia looked better when he was his usual jiggly, happy self. Fugo really did admire that of Narancia. He didn’t just like his looks, he liked his positive vibes, his crazy stunts, how bad he was at math but how he still tried to get better. There was a lot of Narancia he liked and respected.

And for the first time in his life he understood what it was like to have someone with whom he could form a future with. For the first time in his life, Fugo felt attached to someone. And he didn’t want to let go. Ever. He was sure that he would still suffer with coming to terms with himself, after all, he had hated himself throughout his whole life, but when he helped Narancia, he felt better, he felt at ease. And the thought of spending a night with Narancia, sleeping at his side… Made him feel really warm inside.

“Okay…” Fugo said.

Narancia proceeded to scoot close to the corner of the bed to make space for Fugo, and then Fugo got on the bed with Narancia. Narancia lay on his side and so did Fugo, both facing each other. And then, none of them said anything, but they, slowly, closed the space between each other and their lips touched for a second, before Fugo retreated because he was too flustered to keep going. They’d have chances to kiss in the future (he hoped). Now they just had to bask in each other’s company. Fugo then held Narancia’s hand and intertwined their hands together.

“Good night, Narancia.” He whispered.

“Good night, Fugo”. Narancia whispered back.

And that night, Fugo dreamt about a future.

[thecbastcn]

» • * — ( harry styles , cismale , he/him ) . i think i hear  the less i know the better  by tame impala coming from apartment 2611. doesn’t theodore baston live there ?? i heard they are a twenty-four year old tattoo artist from malibu , california , but they’ve been living in the apartments for two years . they come across a bit - scatterbrained and - flighty , but they also seem like they could be + sanguine and + empathetic . whenever i see them , i think of doodles etched into cool skin, 3% phone battery, uncertain um’s and uh’s filling the silence. oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at @theobaston ! 

alright u guyssss, ig i just can’t get enough ... sdjkfsdkjh under the cut you can read up on my boy -- he’s kinda soft, kinda annoying, kinda clumsy... anywho here we goooooo

my big dummy, theodore – he usually associates theodore with being in trouble ?? so pls if you love the boy and don’t want him to think you hate him.. call him theo, teddy or ted !! 

he is the eldest of three. he has two younger sisters and he is the classic Protective older brother.

growing up was quite uneventful in the best of ways. theo had a pretty pleasant childhood. loving parents and a relatively healthy, happy family. he went through the normal awkward puberty phase, endured his share of teenage bullies, struggled his way through history & physics

while he was always quite close to both of his parents, his father and him bonded over their love of music at quite a young age. theo grew up knowing not to touch his dad’s vinyl as it was his sacred collection. still the boy would listen at any chance he got. hc theo layin in his basement floor listenin to all the oldies.

he had his own bond over music with his mother as well. as a young child she taught him basics on the piano – she wasn’t a teacher of any sort, but she taught him all she could until it was time to start taking lessons. piano lessons came first. he really wanted to jump right into guitar tbh, but he got looped into taking piano lessons. his teacher was stoked upon learning that theo had PERFECT PITCH. when he got to middle school you had to have a certain number of years in piano to take up percussion in his music class and guess who had those years of piano lessons under his belt !!! u guessed it theodore !!! this is where he developed big luv for the drums !!!

this boy has a niche for instruments. it didn’t just stop with the piano and drums. theo got his guitar lessons, went through a harmonica phase, he’s dabbled with a bass. he can write a melody better than he can write a text. the only problem .................. theo will not preform ANYTHING. he loves creating music, the production side, but doesn’t enjoy being up on a stage or preforming. catch him writing u a song but guess what ur never gonna hear it hehe

his drawings were never impressive -- at least not to him, he always just figured it was doodles and nothing more. on his eighteenth birthday, theo got his first tattoo and just like they say... you can’t just have one. theo would plan out what he would want to get done next, bringing his doodles into the artist, artists would ask him where he pulled the image from and were surprised when he said that he drew it. theo became a regular.

after graduating high school he took a year off, living with his parents and just working in malibu. theo was pretty lost with what he was going to do. his parents were so supportive regardless of what he wanted to do. that year he spent a lot of time drawing and as he was getting tattoos it all just kind of lined up. theo asked his artist about an apprenticeship, and while it took some convincing theo was taken on.

theo moved out to NYC two years ago, just when he moved into the apartments. he moved out here for a job in a local tattoo parlour.

tbh theo is an irresponsible mess most of the time.

he sleeps through his alarms – literally will wake up late in the afternoon every day, is constantly late to everything. all his closest pals know if u want theo to be On Time you have to tell him to get there at least a half hour before he really needs to be. on many occasions in his early twenties he was fired from his jobs because of missing shifts/calling out. 

maybe u could see this coming, but he’s pretty much a night owl. he’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morn dickin around and sleep the day away.

overall pretty loud and outgoing

is extremely flighty and unreliable when it comes to all things romantic. although it doesn’t FEEL like it to him, he’s actually pretty charming.

wanted connections:  definitely the BASICS ... friends : give him ALL the pals, a ride or die, a sibling dynamic, THIS, a confidant, um i really would love something based of THIS song... so.. pls look his way on the fire escape, only talk when their drunk/high pals, a neighbour he is probably constantly annoying bcos he’s being too loud, EXES:  on bad terms because theo probably fucked it up a lot, exes on good terms that are actually friends, maybe they went on ONE date and theo literally bombed it... i’m talking he was late, he spilled his drink on them, he forgot his wallet and probably said all the wrong things ...  hook ups/fwb, a tinder fling, maybe someone he can write music with, someone that will talk conspiracies with him, he needs some pals to get high with.. but honestly i would be so excited for literally any connection pls come plot with me !!!!

[alvacchi]

Susan x Ray scenario, please? I want this ship to become popular

Your wish has been heard loud and clear!

This turned out longer than I thought! I will put part of this under cut to not take up people’s dashboards haha.

There isn’t much information on Susan, at least not in English! So this will be based off of assumptions! It could be read as a close sibling bond at the same time!

Here’s my own interpretation of how Ray and Susan’s relationship went! Enjoy!

[This contains spoilers from A Letter from Norman, Prologue and Chapter 1. Also spoilers up to Ch 32/Episode 11]

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SCENARIO: Numbered: Susan’s Story

Year 2038

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 4

Susan = Age 5

Olivia & Michelle = Age 6

[Ray was sitting against a tree by himself, reading his book and humming a lullaby as the others were playing tag.]

Ray: 🎵 🎵 🎵 ~

Susan: What a beautiful melody!

[Ray stops singing and looks up from his book to see Susan looking down at him.]

Ray: Aren’t you playing tag?

Susan: Don’t feel like it. What about you? Aren’t you going to join?

Ray: It’s a nuisance.

Susan: Did you compose it? The song?

Ray: Not going to tell you.

Susan: Well I think you should sing more! You got a nice voice.

Ray: Hm [he goes back to reading his book]

Susan: Hey, are you listening?

Ray: …

Susan: … ‘Not talkative much? Wait…is he reading about farming?’

[The others were starting to gather around now. Eventually, tag was over.]

Olivia: Susan! You should come play tag with us more!

Michelle: That’s right!

Emma: Ray, you should come too!

Ray: I’ll pass. Who’s going to keep track of the time?

Emma: You can do that while you play!

Ray: I’d rather stay and read.

Emma: [pouts]

Susan: Haha I’ll join some time!

‘Maybe I’ll be able to get Ray to play too.’

—

Year 2039

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 5

Susan = Age 6

Oliva & Michelle = Age 7

Ray: Why am I playing tag again?

Susan: It’s important to move your body around more! It’s good exercise.

Ray: Right.

Susan: [covers Ray’s and her footprints up as they move around the forest]

Ray: Heh~ you’re really good at this.

Susan: Of course. This makes it so they can’t track where we are…

[Susan sees a scratch on Ray’s ear.]

Susan: Ray

Ray: Yeah?

Susan: What happened to your ear?

Ray: ! [He immediately puts his hand over his ear] It’s nothing. It’ll heal up.

Susan: You’re going to get an infection if you don’t bandage that! Let me see that!

Ray: No

Susan: Ray–

??: AAAAAA!!

[Ray and Susan run over to the source of the scream. Norman is seen collapsed on the ground exhausted with Emma worrying over him. Ray grabs a stick and starts poking at Norman.]

??: THERE WAS A MURDER!

Emma: No there wasn’t! But Norman fainted!

Isabella: He’s sick. Listen you can’t go near the infirmary for a while. Okay?

Everyone: Okay! [Emma stands there shocked.]

Susan: ‘Ray, he’s hiding something but he’s always been secretive. Maybe it’s not that important…’

—

Year 2040

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 6

Susan = Age 7

Helena: Susan, you’re always talking about Ray nowadays.

Susan: What? No I’m not!

Abbie: Yes you are.

Susan: I’m just worried that he’ll stay being alone. He’s always sitting by the tree reading his book by himself.

Helena: That’s true. He seems to keep his distance from everyone.

Abbie: Don’t Emma and Norman go play with him? Aren’t they the same age?

Helena: Maybe he’s afraid of getting close to us because we’re going to leave the household one day.

Susan: Olivia and Michelle have already left with their foster family. I wish he’d warm up to us more. I’ve been trying to get him to…

Abbie: I’m sure you’ll be able to!

Helena: Yeah! Believe in yourself!

Susan: Thanks you guys! I’ll do my best!

—

Year 2041

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 7

Susan = Age 8

[Ray and Susan were sitting outside by the tree as the others play tag. They started talking more often now.]

Susan: A ghost hunting adventure? You, Norman, and Emma went?

Ray: Yeah! I was dragged along to find out if ghosts exist or not, even though it was obvious they don’t. Olivia and Marcus were saying there were ghosts at night and Emma thought of writing a letter to the ghost. It was ridiculous! Turns out also that Chucky was the ghost in the hallway and Robert was the piano ghost. Emma got a reply to her letter but I believe the one who wrote back was Mama though. I’m sure Norman caught on but Emma probably doesn’t realize.

Susan: Haha that sounds like Emma! Did that happen? Ah, I wish I wasn’t sick that time! I miss Marcus and Robert now! They already left the household not long ago. Olivia and the others too. You sure talk a lot about Emma and Norman. They mean the world to you huh?

Ray: …Yeah. Yeah they do.

Susan: That’s nice. I envy that. Hold them close and make sure you don’t let go.

[She pats Ray on the head with a smile.]

Susan: …could I hear you sing that song once more?

Ray: I don’t feel like it right now.

Susan: Heeh please?

Ray: I’ll tell you something about it instead. I learned it when I was in the womb of my biological mother.

Susan: Huh?! Really? How is that possible?

Ray: I don’t have childhood amnesia.

Susan: Woah. How nice~. I want to remember something that far back! Then, maybe I’ll know something about my parents. We’re orphans though.

Ray: …

[After some time of peace and quiet, Susan suddenly started giggling to herself]

Ray: Why are you laughing?

Susan: I’m just glad to see you opening up a little! Do you remember? During that time Norman got sick, you were forced to wear that mask. You were giving some ideas to Emma so Mama taped up your mouth.

Ray: Do you have to remember the worst parts about me?

Susan: Sorry! But I thought it was cute!

Ray: …[flustered] I’m not cute…

Susan: You’re so mature for your age, despite being shorter than me.

Ray: I’m not that much younger than you. And besides I’m still growing.

Susan: Hehe maybe you’ll get taller than me one day!

Ray: Yeah…one day…

[There was a hint of sadness on Ray’s face for a split second before it goes back to normal. Susan didn’t miss it.]

Susan: ‘Huh? Why did he look so upset?’

—

Year 2042

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 8

Susan = Age 9

Isabella: Congratulations Helena. You’re going to join a foster family.

Abbie: Helena! Congratulations! You’re so lucky!

Chucky: More and more of you guys are leaving!

Jimmy: Darn, it’s going to feel more lonely!

Abbie: Hey you guys! This is a time for celebration! Let’s be happy!

Susan: Helena, make sure you write back!

Helena: I will! Hey, what do you guys want to do when you go outside? I’m going to become an artist and draw animals outside!

Abbie: I think I’ll want to go on a boat and see some cute bunnies!

Chucky: I want to see a fairy!

Jimmy: Oh yeah I read about fairies in a picture book! They’re cute!

[As they were talking about their future plans, Ray was helping out in the kitchen with the others, cutting up vegetables. He listens in to their conversation.]

Susan: I want to meet more people! Being together with you guys is already so fun! Just thinking about getting adopted makes me so happy!

Ray: ‘It’s not something to be happy about!’

[Ray accidentally cuts himself with the knife.]

Ray: Ah.

Emma: AAA RAY YOU’RE BLEEDING!

[Susan and the others noticed the commotion in the kitchen. Isabella was going to go with Ray to get his finger bandaged up in the infirmary, but Ray insists he can do it himself. Susan comes to see him there, worried.]

Susan: Hey. Are you that bothered about me leaving the house some day?

Ray: …

Susan: Ray…you know I’ll be writing to you. You don’t have to be so upset. I won’t let you be lonely. Besides you have Emma and Norman to keep you company!

Ray: I wasn’t even planning on getting attached to them. ‘Much less to you’

Susan: [smiles] Friendship isn’t planned Ray. It just happens~

—

Year 2043

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 9

Susan = Age 10

[A hide and seek game was going on. The children were scrambling to find a place to hide in the house. Susan decided to sneak into Isabella’s room and hide underneath a clothed table. She hears the door open and a couple footsteps.]

Susan: ‘These footsteps…two people?’

Ray: So the next shipping will come next year? That’s quite some time.

Isabella: Yeah.

Susan: ‘Ray and Mama?’

Ray: Who’s turn is it? It’s Chucky, isn’t it?

Isabella: Susan

Ray: ! [A dreadful feeling took over his body the moment she mentions Susan.]

Susan: ‘Me? What about me? What are they talking about?’

Ray: Wait why?!

Isabella: Why so distraught? I’ve been shipping out low quality products, Abbie being the previous one. Susan is the best one in a long while. She’ll be turning 11 soon.

Ray: ‘Shit that’s right. I’ve been so focused on the low scores, I didn’t realize the age limit is 12.‘

Ray: Can’t you wait longer? The human brain will still continue to develop after 12.

Isabella: Ray. That cannot happen. The higher ups demand the best quality products right now and the rules are to ship out anyone before or once they turn 12. They are willing to wait for a year but no longer than that. The harvest must be perfect. So, everyone else will have to wait. Besides, why are you suddenly asking that now? Are you suggesting you’re breaking your end of the deal?

Ray: No. Why would the thought cross my mind?

‘Damn it. It’s too risky!’

Isabella: The shipment will go as scheduled.

[Isabella leaves the room. Susan leaves her hiding spot and confronts Ray who was surprised to find she’s been hiding there the whole time.]

Susan: Ray…what were you and Mama talking about?

Ray: It’s nothing important.

Susan: What happened to Abbie? Olivia, Michelle, Marcus, Robert, Helena…our older siblings…Didn’t they find happy homes?

Ray: You don’t need to know.

Susan: I have a right to know! They’re our friends! Our family! You and Mama were also talking about me right? So it is my busine–

Ray: DON’T COME INTO THE DARKNESS!

Susan: [flinches]!

Ray: Sorry. It’s better if you stay oblivious. But if you really want to know so badly, figure it out on your own. You’re a smart girl Susan. The fact that you’ve been able to stay alive for 10 years. Why don’t you put the puzzle pieces together?

Susan: ‘Alive?’

Susan: Why are you being so difficult right now? What are you saying? I don’t understand! ‘Just when I thought we were getting closer!’

Ray: That’s great.

Susan: Ray.

Ray: …

Susan: You know what? You’re right. I’m not stupid. You were acting really suspicious a few years back. There was that time you scratched your ear and you wouldn’t let me see it. Mind telling me about that?

Ray: …

Susan: [Sighs] ‘He’s not talking…’

Do the others know? Do Emma and Norman know?

Ray: …

Susan: ‘I’m going to have to go with no’

Susan: Alright fine. You don’t have to tell me. But!

…let’s make the most of our time together. Okay?

Ray: …

[Susan leaves the room. Ray stays standing there for a long while.]

Ray: ‘If only I could bring her along too..but’

[He clenches his fist in frustration]

‘It’s too early…I don’t have enough materials to disable the transmitter. Damn it…Damn it!’

—

Year 2044

Emma, Norman, Ray = Age 10

Susan = Age 11

Isabella: Congratulations Susan. You’re going to join a foster family.

Hao: Congratulations!

Susan: Ah. Yeah…

Cedi: What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited?

Susan: It’s just Ray and I had a fight and it’s been going on for a year now. I hope we’ll be able to make up before I go.

‘Ray, why are you avoiding me? I’m glad you’re hanging out with Emma and Norman more now but please… come talk to me too….I really miss our talks…’

—

[The next day]

[Susan stares out of the window on her final day at the house. Then, she decided to go see Ray. She finds him in his room, looking out the window like she was and facing away from her.]

Susan: Ray.

[Ray senses her presence and hears her. However, he makes no move from the window.]

Susan: I gave what you said some thought and I think I understand now. What you’ve been doing and why you are doing it. What you’ve been hiding….

…Thank you.

Ray: …Why are you thanking me? I’ve done nothing worthy of thanks.

Susan: You’ve tried to stop the shipment, didn’t you? You say something but you act differently. You’ve given me hints and clues throughout the past year. You were watching me from afar. In truth, you care.

[Ray clenches his teeth as a mix of anger, sadness, and disappointment welled up in his chest.]

Ray: ….Sorry….I couldn’t protect you….

[Susan sees his shoulders slightly shaking as he tries to keep it all in.]

Ray: I couldn’t save you…

…I thought if I could at least let you smile a little longer…

‘I thought if I kept my distance, it wouldn’t hurt this much…’

Sorry…I kept it from you this entire time.

Susan: You don’t need to be sorry…it’s not your fault…really…

[Ray hears a sob from behind him. Susan begins to cry a lot, tears running down her face.]

Susan: I know already but! I’m scared. I’m really scared right now!

[She tackles him with a hug from behind. Ray’s eyes widened and wavered as he felt her hold tighten around him.]

Susan: I don’t want to die!!! I want to live longer! I want to see you grow up and become a fine man!

[Ray feels his eyes begin to water. A teardrop manages to escape. Isabella appears at the door to find them.]

Isabella: Susan. It’s time.

[Susan wipes her tears away and tries to smile. Ray doesn’t see it though, refusing to look at anything but the window.]

Susan: Farewell Ray…happy birthday to me…

[Ray hears Susan and Isabella’s footsteps as they head downstairs, his hands clenched at his sides and his head hanging low.]

‘Sorry.’

Isabella: Everyone, Susan is going to leave now!

[Everyone comes over to say goodbye to Susan.]

Gilda: Bye Susan! I hope you’ll get to wear some pretty clothes on your birthday!

Don: Happy Birthday! May you live happily with your new family!

Emma: Huh? Where’s Ray? Why isn’t he coming down?

Norman: He’s probably sulking.

Susan: Emma. Norman. Please take care of Ray. I’m counting on you two.

Emma & Norman: We will!

Susan: Bye everyone!

[Susan exits with a smile on her face. She walks with Isabella outside towards the gate.]

Isabella: 🎵 🎵 🎵 ~

Susan: [shocked] Mama…that song…

Isabella: [smiles]

—

[The next day]

Emma: Ray! Come play tag with us!

Ray: …I’ll pass.

Emma: Come on! You shouldn’t sulk all the time! I’m sure Susan will send a letter to you some time!

Norman: He’s reverting back to how he used to be.

Emma: I won’t let that happen! We promised Susan we’ll take care of Ray!

Norman: That’s right. Ray is our friend and family. Give him some time though. They were pretty close to each other. It wasn’t that long ago since she left.

Emma: Okay.

[Norman and Emma leave Ray to his devices. Ray sits in his usual spot by the tree. It didn’t feel the same though. There was an empty feeling from where Susan would sit. His thoughts were talking as if Susan was still there.]

Ray: ‘Don’t worry I’ll make sure those two stay alive. They’re important to me.’

‘Susan, wait for me….soon I’ll see you on the other side..’

[powerovernothing]

Of your three boys, Lucian, Martian and Korbin, who is the best at monopoly? (if they played monopoly) Who tries to cheat? Who gets upset when they loose?

Hehehe, oh my goodness. Leave it to my dearest Mistress Sis to not only send me the absolute best types of messages with the very best questions based around my incredibly silly Assassin like, and Priestly children, but to turn around and send me one that is just so adorable and made me giggle like the utter fool I am when I first read it in my askbox? Well now, how could I not do everything with my power to put together the best and perfectly fitting answer to all your precious wondering?

I’m just a bit ashamed that it took so long to get around to answering this properly, though! Mostly because, early on when I was putting together what I wanted to reply with, I knew I wanted to include several things, and one of those things was a piece of a story of mine that actually wasn’t edited at that moment! So, I had to set a few things aside, put the answer on hold, and do what I could to make sure the story turned out well, and good enough for you to look oover when I finally got around to posting this on my blog!Well, now it has, and not only that, but I have several more amusing things to speak of in regards to three foolish boys! And what would happen when, not if, they played Monopoly, and what becomes of their little games when they get too involved in brotherly antics! Check out everything below, and thank you so much for sending me lovely questions about Korbin and his brothers! You know I always have and will forever dearly appreciate it!

Let’s dive in!

(*~*Tons of lengthy discussions, snippets, and screenshots based around the boys in the Modern Verse behind the cut!*~*)

Honestly, it should go without saying that anything that the boys end up doing together, no matter if it’s a simple board game, or a round of snowball fights in the late of night, it is most certainly going to turn from being innocent and simple, to over the top, dramatic, and super childish. Korbin and his siblings are incredibly competitive, and they always are trying to find ways to outdo the other in some way.

Without a doubt, Korbin and Lucien are the very worst offenders for this happening, but you would be surprised to find out Martin is just honestly as bad!

Perhaps that is what happens when you live with Assassins for so long, or perhaps its just because Lucien brings out that side of you. Whatever the case may be, anything can go from a fun little game, to a full on war without hardly much effort. Case in point? When the boys were trying to pass the time during a storm and were playing Uno together:

Korbin: [pleading] “Brother please, you cannot do this to me!”

Lucien: “Forgive me, my Silencer, but I must. It is as fate has foretold.”

Martin: [aghast] “How could you, Lachance, and to Korbin of all people?! I would never have thought you to be capable of such heartless betrayal!”

Lucien: “You should know by now, Septim, just what it is I am capable of. But even so, understand I surely have no other choice.”

Lucien:

Lucien: [places a Draw 4 card down upon the table] “Uno.”

(This is an unposted Incorrect Quote, but if you like it, I can totally upload it as a proper post!)

See what I mean? Or perhaps you would rather see what happens when they spend an afternoon playing laser tag together, after Korbin chose to drag both of his older brothers there to help them vent and let off some steam, after they spent far too much time together, and it wound up turning into a screaming match for Divines and Sithis only know what reason!

“Lu-Lucien? …Brother, Iwill… I will have you know if this is your attempt at a joke, it isn’t funny inthe slightest…” He mumbles unsteadily; continuing to shake Lucien’s still andunmoving shoulders with both hands. Lightly at first, but then more desperatelyas he attempts to rouse him in vain. “…You stupid bastard, I know you can feelme shaking you, so wake up! Wake up and say something! Anything! I don’t care what… don’t just lay there!”

As the growing silence engulfshis senses and clouds every thought, Korbin ceases his futile shaking and laysLucien flat upon the ground. Bowing his head – and knowing he would never againfind comfort within the once shared sanguine tinted twilight – he grasps onto partof Lucien’s dress shirt as broken tears slip down his cheeks and feels himselfslowly succumbing under the weight of his grief.

“…Don’t leave me, Lucien… please…” He whispers, wishing for someform of a miracle, for one moment more, for a chance to say all that hadremained unspoken… and yet just as soon as such feelings of frailty comes, theyare quickly replaced with a newfound anger – and an uncontrollable rage.

“Damn you, Septim, you havegone too far!” He cries out to the emptiness, once sorrowful prayers nowconsumed with a need for vengeance, as he dearly hopes his target will somehow hearhim and know what was coming. “No matter our bond, no matter what love weshared, it is over! I will hunt you down for what you have done, for whom you havetaken from me, and I will end your life by my own hand! You will beg for deathbefore the end, but no mercy shall come to you! I will make absolute certain ofthat!”

And in the aftermath of Korbin’sincredibly dramatic threat, Martin responds by carefully stepping out of the darkenedcorner he was listening in from. Standing across from where his chosen siblingsremained close together over the carpet in an extended moment of uncomfortable silence,Martin exchanges a dark glare with Korbin…and then finally loses himself to thecackling laughter he struggled, but ultimately failed, to suppress despite hisbest attempts to stay in character throughout the course of the over the top performance.

“For the love of Akatosh, onlyyou two –” Martin gasps for breath in-between giddy giggling and reachesup to wipe at the amused tears with the back of his hand. “—only you twowould take something as innocent as a simple game of laser tag – which isabsolutely meant for children, no less! – and somehow find the means totransform it into a brutal war reenactment!”

This is apart of one of my newer fan fictions I uploaded to my blog entitled “Bitter Are The War Between Brothers”, which you can find the rest of right behind this little link here if you’d enjoy reading the over the top antics, and incredibly hammy performances!

Outside of those examples there, however, I’m pretty certain even a simple game of Monopoly would end turning into some sort of death battle with these idiots at the wheel. I mean, two of them can’t even get through a simple game of chess without Lucien trying to break the rules at some point, because he absolutely despises how talented Martin is at the game!

Do you think he’s above trying to distract his brother and change the pieces when he isn’t looking? Not hardly! In fact, that’s just the kind of petty thing he would do, because he’s tired of losing, tired of looking like a fool, and just wants to win some game between himself and Septim at some point, dammit! He doesn’t care what he has to do to make it happen!

So, Lucien would absolutely cheat while playing, because Martin is simply too good at money management, and hotel strategies, and would end up in jail more often than the others. Korbin and Martin would absolutely make some sort of jest about him being behind bars – and how it suits him, and reminds them of the many times they had to bail him out in real life – and Lucien would most likely just grumble and then flick one of the die or one of his little houses at their heads.

To which Martin would not approve of, and then give him a longer sentence.

So, Lucien would be the cheater, and Martin would be the one who plays the very best, and has the most money and properties – I mean, after all, he is a Emperor in another non modern life, hehe – and Korbin… he would do his best to try and play fair.

In the beginning.

But then at some point he would get frustrated with Martin as well, and would ‘bail’ his brother out of jail, and then stage a revolt against Martin and try and destroy, or at the very least, blow up all of the hotels he has. Which would include over the top sound effects from Korbin, lots of giggling from all three of them, but sadly would not actually do anything to overthrow Martin and simply cause both Korbin and Lucien to wind up in jail together.

…In short? Martin is the smug victor with tons of money, Lucien is incredibly annoyed and close to flipping the table, and Korbin just really wants to play Go-Fish next. What exactly would that round of Go-Fish – which would ultimately turn into a serious round of Poker – entail, you may ask? Well, if you’ve been paying attention to all my rambling, you should know by now…

When Assassin’s want their revenge upon those who wronged them, it can only end… bloody.

But honestly, I do believe I am simply being just a tad bit silly! All in all, when it comes to the boys and the idea of them interacting and playing games like a normal family… well, I don’t honestly think they know the meaning of the word ‘normal’. I think that got lost somewhere around the time two Hitmen adopted a Sunday School Teacher – at least in the Modern Verse – and brought him into their shadowy little world. Basically, at the end of the day, everything between them will end up being turned into a competition.

Everything.

Even in the Revised Timeline, Lucien and Korbin always try to one up each other when it comes to their Assassination contracts and which has the best murdering tactics to fell their targets, and Martin and Lucien try to show up the other with various forms of magic, potions, or other rule breaking means when they spar to catch the other off guard and land the ‘killing’ blow.

No matter the world, no matter the verse, some things never change, hehe~!

In any case, my dear lovely and darling Mistress Sis, I hope that provided you with a few answers, and maybe a few giggles just as well! I honestly adored seeing you send me this message, and I honestly loved taking the time out to answer it – and answer it properly! I know it took a while, and I know you had been waiting for a bit, but I hope it was worth it in the end! Even despite the length, whoops!

Thank you so very much for sending this my way, as well as the rest of the questions that I will be doing my best to answer over the next little while.

You always pick at my brain in the best ways, and always ask the best things about the boys, and I always appreciate it. Just as I always have, and always will, super appreciate you. Thanks so much again, darling! Tons of hugs and kisses, and lots of love coming your way~! ♥

[pyrewriter]

Stories and Surrender (Part 2)

After a few deep breaths and some sniffling Willy had regained his composure "Thank you" he said wiping the tears from his eyes. "Where was I, oh right...-I had brought one of his cap guns with me to keep him in my mind bu-" he started to choke up again so Chat put a hand on him and he began to breathe again. "-But just the other day when I got turned into...this I got a message saying my brother was dead, shot dead after getting stuck in the crossfire" he was gripping the gun crying.

"You-you don't have to tell me anymore..." Chat consoled him.

"And now hehe-here I am being no better than the same people who shot my brother" Willy's voice was strained and angry "-I didn't want this I didn't want any of this".  

"Most people don't not really anyway" Chat pat Willy on the shoulder "You told me your story It's only fair If I told you mine".  

"You don't-" Willy tried to protest

Chat cut him off "It's fine and you're not gonna stop me now, but I'll make it short" he put his mask back on.  

"I didn't always have it this good, I grew up in the back alleys of Missouri then the hoods of New York. I am the youngest of my siblings with the eldest being my half brother but our bond went deeper than blood with both my siblings. My father met my mother while they were in school ,he was a design major, they fell in love and my mother had her second child. Then he disappeared for about three years, my eldest brother was about thirteen when he came back and they had me. Five years go by, our eldest brother's eighteen and joined the army and I've been in more than a few fights so I could handle myself. We moved to New York a few months later, the bad part of New York so mom and dad weren’t always there for one reason or another but we managed. Two years in New York and I find out my eldest brother's getting deployed...five years he'll be gone, off in some foreign country leaving us practically alone". 

"Three years went by ,I was ten, my sibling was eleven and they’re trans ,I support them no matter what, but I also had to protect them from most people both at school and on the streets. I got stabbed and slashed more than a few times for it but they were safe so I was fine. Our eldest brother video called every year on Christmas, our parents were usually there but they couldn't always stay so it was more of a siblings call. Then on the third year of his deployment ,Christmas day, our parents went out for a while and he called just like always but then all of the sudden his base got attacked. It was probably only a few minutes but it felt like hours as we watched him fight, taking shot after shot before he was gunned down right in front of us". 

"Christmas had always left a bitter taste in my mouth since that day but I didn't come to hate the holiday until much later. A few years go by and my father had begun to grow distant from me and my sibling he even started arguing with mom from time to time. When I was fifteen my father had gotten 'discovered' by a famous fashion critic and we moved here to Paris. My sibling went to study abroad as they tried to get into a prestigious school. Not even a year goes by and on Christmas day my mother goes missing, poof just like that gone from the face of the earth. It was that day that I came to despise Christmas and since then my father has grown more and more distant and I became nothing more than his model and public figure. I'm eighteen going on nineteen now and I still harbor a deep resentment for a lot of things. But I've been talking too much and this turned into my life story."

Willy was staring at Chat with his eyes as wide as they could possibly be without falling out of his skull "Holy shit, I think you take the cake for most fucked backstory".

Chat laughed at that "hahaha maybe between you and me but from what I've heard some of the other Miraculous wielders have way more fucked up stories than mine". 

"Well I'll tell you what Tom cat you hide it better than most if you've gotten this far without being turned" Willy said leaning back as he let Chat’s story set in.

Chat chuckled "Yeah well I am a man of many masks, literal and figurative" he gestured to his face cracking a smile, "Now come on I'm running out of time and I have some things I need to do as a civilian". Willy nodded getting up from the bench and motioning for Chat to lead the way. When they finally reached the police station only the three officers were talking around the coffee machine in the break room and there was no receptionist at the big wooden desk. The office walls followed the same color pallet as their uniforms. Chat knocked on the window of the break room, when one of them looked to see the noise they rushed out to meet him. 

"Ch-Chat Noir? what are you doing here and with him?" one of them asked pointing to Willy.

"Came to turn him in, Lady's not available, he surrendered willingly and I can't just leave him on the streets" Chat explained then asked "Where's the rest of the station?".

"There all out looking for Adrien Agreste, he-"

"He's been reported missing I know, do you have somewhere to keep him or not?" he asked sounding slightly annoyed.

The officer looked surprised at Chat’s dismissal of the disappearance "Yes, we don't normally detain people but we keep the cells clean, follow me" he turned pulling out a key ring. Chat and Willy followed him around a corner and down a hallway to the cell block.  Once Willy was in a cell and the door was locked the officer assisting them asked "How long is he going to be here?".

Chat shrugged "If I could tell you I would, could be days could be months" he looked at Willy "I just need you guys to give him a place to sleep and something to eat, I'll handle the rest".

"Well if that's the case-" the officer handed Chat a pair of keys.

Chat held them confused "What are these?" he asked.

"They’re the keys to get back into the station and to his cell, I won't always be here and I don't know if the other officers would be as understanding" he explained. 

"Oh that reminds me," Chat turned to Willy who was laying on the mattress in his new temporary room "Hey cowboy hand me your gun will ya".

"I almost forgot about that" he said getting up and approaching the bars drawing his weapon before handing it to Chat. 

"Thanks I'll be back for you in the morning" Chat said, then turning to the officer "You guys have any to hold this thing?" 

"We'll have to put in the evidence locker is that ok" he said 

*BEEP BEEP* "That'll have to do, I need to get gone" Chat said tossing the gun to the officer "I'll leave that to you just make sure it's locked up tight" he said running down the hall. He barely managed to get outside and into a nearby alley when he de-transformed. "Too many people saw Chat go into this alley, if I leave now people will get suspicious even if they don't recognize me" he thought to himself. Lucky for him the alley had another entry at the opposite end, he used that as his exit and planned his next move as he walked back to the train station.  

Once he had collected his things Adrien planned to check on where he stood financially because his phone and cards were all on borrowed time. After checking on his accounts at the nearest ATM he realized how screwed he really was. Every account except his savings had been locked leaving him with around €12,000 and about €150 in his wallet and sooner or later his phone plan would be terminated. He wandered from park to park enjoying the views but staying on the move since the most of the Paris P.D. was looking for him along with his former classmates. 

As the day was winding to an end he settled down to take a nap in the park near his school with the statue dedicated to Ladybug and Chat. Adrien sat on a bench staring at the statue wishing she would hurry up and get back from wherever she was.  He let out a long sigh and sank back into the bench.

"You doing ok kid?" Plagg asked from Adrien’s pocket.

Adrien pulled out his phone and pretended to take a call "Hello, yes I'm doing fine, why do ask".

"You seem kinda tired and more than just physically" he said rolling with the charade.

"Yeah well with all that's happened are you really surprised?"

"I guess you're right but you know you can talk to me" Plagg said looking up at Adrien with genuine concern in his eyes.

He saw his look and sighed "Yeah I know, I know it's just hard sometimes you know and now I'm kinda pissing in the wind...hey I can't talk too much right now I'm in public and it's getting late".

"Alright you get some sleep but we're talking more about this tomorrow, got it" Plagg said in a demanding voice.

Adrien chuckled "hehe yeah I'll talk to you when I can tomorrow, good night man" he brought the phone away from his ear letting his head hang looking into the sky. The sun was setting and his feet hurt from walking across Paris all day but before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep he texted Nino. "I'm fine, don't worry, meet behind the school after 20:00 (bring snack plz)".

Nino, Alya and the rest of the class had been searching all across Paris looking for their friend and had regrouped outside the school.  

"We got nothing, did any of you guys have any luck" Alya asked looking to the rest of the class hoping for some good news.  

They all had solemn expressions shaking their heads "Nope" "Nothing" "Not a thing aside from posters and billboards".

Alya let out a heavy sigh "Alright guys, thanks for helping but I think we should call it...".

Chloe ,who had been honestly scared and concerned about Adriens disappearance, spoke up "Hey maybe we could look again tomorrow what do you say guys". 

At her words the class all seemed to perk up at once letting a collective "YEAH".  

Nathaniel placed a hand on her shoulder "Thank you for coming with us, you know I think we really misjudged your character Chloe". He stepped forward "Alright guys let's get some sleep and meet up again tomorrow". 

As they dispersed to go their separate ways Nino’s phone buzzed looking down seeing it was an 'unknown number' but he knew the number by heart. After reading his friend was ok and wanted to meet he let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.  

"Hey Nino, who you texting!?" Alya yelled over her shoulder having walked ahead without noticing that Nino had stopped.

"Huh? Oh it's nothing, just an 'unknown number' probably a miss dial" he said brushing off his abrupt stop. "I'll walk you home" he said jogging up to meet her.

The city of Paris was quiet and he had been pulling double patrols but that didn't stop Adrien from walking up at the ass crack of dawn as he had been for the past month. At some point he had shifted his sleeping position to lay flat on his back and he was used to Plagg sleeping on his head or face while he slept. This time he felt something else lying on his face, grabbing it he could tell it was soft and furry once his hands were around it the thing began to squirm. Whatever it was crawled off his face and onto his chest lifting his head he saw one blue eye and and green eye peering at him seeming to pierce the veil of black that held them in place.

Then it meowed at him. It was a black cat ,a young kitten at that, it was shivering pretty badly despite it not being very cold. Adrien , still a little groggy and trying to process what was going on, grabbed the little black ball of fur as he sat up putting it in his lap. He looked down at it stroking its fur lightly, he could also see into his pocket where Plagg was still sleeping. Seeing both Plagg and the kitten shut down the thought that Plagg didn't tell him about Kwami shape shifting and somehow turned himself into an actual cat.  

Adrien sat thinking to himself "I can't just leave a Kitten out here, agh but I'll be late for Patrol if I don't go, and I need to meet with Willy...I guess I'll just have to take it with me". Then speaking aloud "Alright little one wanna go for a ride?" he said holding the kitten up to eye level, getting a better look he could see the kitten was a male. "Correction, you wanna go for a ride little 'guy'?" he stated with a smile, the kitten meowed happily "good answer" he exclaimed.

"Ugh what's with all the noise I didn't think you'd be so cheery right now" Plagg said as he popped his head out of Adriens pocket.

"I'll explain later Plagg but right now-" he placed the kitten beside him looking around to make sure the coast was clear "Claws Out!".

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[itsafoolmoon]

celestiyale here~ all of the oc questions because I'm an ass like that

I can’t believe you’ve done this to me 

1. Your first OC ever?

Technically my sonic oc I made when I was like what, 8?  

In all seriousness, I think it’s Kara. She’s can shapeshift into a wolf. 

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I’d gotta say it’s probably Chase. He’s pretty upbeat and I think about what stupid things he’d get into. 

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Nah

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I barley talk about most of my OCs, you’ll just have to ask to see them 

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5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Kara. She’s apart of a story i’m trying to make and therefore if she’s popular than my other characters would be by association. 

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Chase and Mike. When I first did their designs freshman year of highschool they looked almost the same, thankfully I’ve fixed that a bit. Just in case though it gave me an excuse to pretend they’re brothers of sorts.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Kara, Jasper, Bellona, and a couple others i’ve yet to name. They’re the ones that actually have a kind of story going on. still working on the others

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I haven’t RP’ed since elementary school @whimsicalsnail can vouch for me

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

No, they’re all my children and I love them.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

None of them are very complicated actually...a bit too simple if you ask me...

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Chase or Kara

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

There are too many webcomics I’ve read for me to pick one

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

Elliot, he’s in college and he’s a punk

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Kara and Jasper. Their family and possibly clan were wiped out by a witch and wizard. Jasper takes care of Kara like a little sister and feels responsible for both their families fallen because he could have given a better warning. Since the attack, Kara has nightmares and if she get’s too emotional (anger, fear, sadness) something else takes over.... talk about cliche 

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Only ones that promise not to judge how terrible they all are 

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Mia

17. Any OC OTPs?

I don’t really ship any of my OCs together. I’ve tried making someone for Chase and Mike but...relationships are complicated and so is OC making

18. Any OC crackships?

Nah

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

I can’t say there’s one that “means a lot” to me...guess I don’t bond with them enough hehe

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Chase is a singer. He’s the lead singer of a little rock band he make called Rising Phoenixes (It’s a work in progress people). I made him when I first heard the song The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy. So his voice would be something like Patrick Stump with maybe a bit of Chester Bennington from Linkin Park and Michael Barnes from Red.  Obviously he’s really into rock music and he likes rap as well as some pop. 

21. Your most artistic OC

Technically Chase. The rest of em are goons. Elliot doodles somewhat but that’d when he’s not paying attention in class or procrastinating

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

I wouldn’t know since not many people know about them 

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

With complete honesty, none of my OCs have really changes much since I’ve made them. Design, yeah, but they have the same personality and goals and stuff. 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Elliot or Chase. They’re both dumb and I love them. 

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Kara. When I made her in elementary I was basically trying to make myself seem more interesting...

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Nope. All the changes I’ve done are my own choices.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Buddy, a lot of my OCs are based on songs. My problem is that I don’t remember most of them...

Mike - Basketcase by Green Day

Chase - The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

Mia - Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia

Bonnie - Cake by Melanie Martinez

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Realistically, Mia. She’s a spy and analyzes all situations with caution. 

Fantasy wise, Bellona and her brother. They use their magic with little to no regard for other life. 

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

I would say Elliot but he’s a little turd so he’d tell everyone just to act like a tough guy.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Mia. The semi stoic ones always have a soft side.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Chase would have a social blog that probably promotes his band and there’s a bunch of selfies with him and his bandmates along with audio posts of their songs. Some grumpy Mike pictures are included.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

Mia. Since she’s a spy she’s got all the training to survive and she’s been trained mentally to adapt to situations. There’s a chance she’ll scream at some point though. 

33. Your shyest OC?

Elliot. He’s very socially awkward.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Debating wether to give Kara a twin brother. I dabbled in wether I wanted a girl or boy and I can have both if they’re siblings. Still indecisive about it though. 

Might be repetitive though since Bellona and her brother are twins as well.

35. Any sibling characters?

Mike and Chase aren’t related by blood, but they have a sort of bond like siblings.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

I’m not sure I understand the question. 

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

Kara and Jasper are both shapeshifters. Kara originally turned into a black wolf but after the attack on her family, her fur is black and white. Jasper can turn into a red wolf. Bellona and her brother know magic and are able to turn into dragons. 

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

I’m thinking that Mike was sent to ballet or some sort of fancy dance classes. Meanwhile I have another OC that GETS DOWN AT THE CLUB. 

39. Introduce any character you want

Jasper isn’t talked about much so uh. Yeah he’s a shapeshifter and acts much like a protective older brother towards Kara. He’s got a hint of Jakob from Fire Emblem Fates to his personality when it comes to Kara. He’s a typically polite young man and he tried to hide his emotions a lot of the time. He can be very caring and kind depending on the person though. 

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

When I first drew Mike, my friend said he was hot. It was during theatre my freshman year. 

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

@whimsicalsnail has, but they’re buried deep in our tumblr convo

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

hmm probably Chase

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I’m gonna be honest, I consider all of my OCs attractive and I would probably date the dudes. I’m guily of same face syndrome too probably. 

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I like that i’m able to make them and that I don’t always have to draw fanart to feel satisfied

45. A character you no longer use?

I use all of them...in due time...some more than others...

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

I DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY OCS SO NO....

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

I don’t tell people enough...@whimsicalsnail probably has

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Either Chase or Kara

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Elliot. He’s a college student, of course he’d be too into memes.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

I usually create OCs based on songs, even if I can’t remember them all. There are a few songs that i’d relate to my OCs and think of them when listening to them. Kara is basically my self insert into the fiction world and I am ashamed but it’s too late now. I hope they all don’t have the same kind of personality too....

If you’re interested in any of my OCs, I’ll gladly do some doodles of them to show you what they look like!

@axioms-sassiest this took me almost an hour to do....why.....