#I’m having fun with purples and yellows lately

[seeminglydark]

POV: werewolf won’t tell you who he is in real life cuz he thinks he’s boring. You hide said werewolf in your apartment one night and wake up to find the cute barista from a few towns over naked and asleep on your floor. He’s still about half feral, and hasn’t been able to kiss properly yet cuz EVEN THOUGH he’s got a man’s body in were!form that’s probably good for most things (wink wonk), his wolfy face ain’t so good for smooching you. So in this moment, maybe you’re both a little feral.

More werewolf Au, this is part one of a spicy/suggestive line of thought. ENJOY.

[kazmyass]

hi !! could you possibly do a oneshot or something where Mike comes home from work early one morning and he sees that the reader (could be GN or male if you happen to write male stuff) is still asleep on the couch, (they take Max’s place in being Abby’s babysitter but they DON’T work for the aunt) and he’s so tired that he ends up grabbing a blanket and cuddling up next to them? and then when they wake up they’re like “mike?? are you okay??” and he’s just a flustered mess? thank you so much! <3

Wakey Wakey

Pairings: Mike Schmidt x male!reader

Description: after a long night at work, mike just needs some comfort from abby’s babysitter, aka, his boyfriend

Warnings: little tiny sexual innuendo at the end if you squint, falling asleep together, fight scene kinda? mostly fluff tho

Words:  704

Prompt: cuddling

A/N: I LAURVED WRITING THIS MIKE IS MY LOVEEEEEEEEE send me more requests for him cus tbh, this was fun af

Mike had just had one of the worst nightmares in his life. So bad, in fact, that he left work early. It was the same nightmare he had been having for years, but instead of finding his little brother, Garett, gone a minute too late, he came face to face with the kidnapper. Only the kidnapper had a mask on- a yellow bunny mask with a purple bowtie at the bottom.

Having been caught off guard, Mike ended up on the ground, beaten and bruised, as he watched his younger brother be coaxed into the station-wagon, and driven away, never to be seen again.

As if the dream wasn’t enough, he had woken up feeling incredibly sore. Bruises littered his arms and torso, but nothing too serious. Mike was too tired to stop and question why he even had bruises in the first place. It was only a dream after all... right?

It was only 4:58 when Mike got to his house- a mere hour before he should have even left work in the first place. He fumbled with his keys, trying to find the right one to open the house. When had he acquired so many keys?

All the lights were off, except for the light above the stove, which provided just enough light for Mike to find his way to the sofa. He sat, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, when he heard a soft snore. He looked to his right to find y/n curled up under a fleece blanket. He smiled softly. How did he get such a handsome boyfriend? And one that happened to babysit as well?

Mike scooted closer to y/n, pulling him close to his body and laying down against the pillow behind him, so that he was holding y/n. After a while he let sleep overtake him.

When y/n woke up, he was definitely surprised to see Mike home early, much less on the couch with him rather than in his own bed. Y/n crawled over Mike quietly, tiptoeing to the kitchen and turning the stove light off, as the natural light began to fill the kitchen.

He pulled out the egg carton from the fridge, as well as a pack of bacon. If Mike was home early, y/n might as well surprise him with breakfast.

“Is that eggs and bacon I smell?” Abby loudly ran into the kitchen.

“Shhh, we don’t wanna wake your brother, do we?”

“Oh right,” She whispered. “Is that eggs and bacon I smell?” She said much quieter that time.

“Yeah, thought I’d surprise Mike,” Y/n said, laughing a little to himself.

“And why is that?” Y/n jumped a little when he heard Mike’s voice. He turned to see Mike still in his security outfit with messy hair and a crooked smile on his face.

“Well you certainly surprised me when I woke up,” Y/n said. Mike blushed.

“That wasn’t- I didn’t-”

“It’s okay Mike. I liked waking up like that.” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Waking up like what?” Abby asked, looking between the two boys.

“In your brother’s arms,” Y/n said, making Mike blush again. Abby simply stuck her tongue out and faked throwing up.

“When I grow up, I’m never gonna be in love. It’s gross,” Abby said.

“You might change your mind hun,” Y/n said.

“No,” Abby stated, matter of factly, pulling a piece of paper out of who know where and began coloring with the crayons that were already spread out on the table from last nights drawing session.

Mike wandered closer to y/n, wrapping his arms around y/n and hugging him from behind. When y/n placed his hands over Mike’s, Mike hissed.

“Mike-” Y/n looked at Mike’s knuckles that were raw from the “dream” fight. “Are you okay love? What happened?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Mike murmured. Y/n got the hint that he didn’t want to talk about it but he kept it in his mind that he should ask again later.

“I liked waking up like that,” Y/n said.

“Yeah?” Mike asked, placing a kiss on y/n’s jaw.

“Yeah.”

“Well I liked falling asleep like that. Let’s do it in my bed next though. WAIT- I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!”

[aohisworld]

ENHYPEN & HER ! ✮⋆˙

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

Heeseung (희승) 𓆩⟡𓆪

HEESEUNG / AOHI = AOHEUNG ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (ow-hung)

AKA. = ‘hybe’s ace duo!’ - alt. violetz. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

silent listener! (aohi) + rambling nerd! (hee) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Heeseung was always the one who listened to everyone’s problems, if one of the boys were upset, or if two of his members argued, he was there to listen to both sides, and he was fine with that. Although, he does admit it felt a little lonely.

Aohi changed that for him. At the start, he felt weird at the thought of sharing his feelings. So he mostly rambled about nothing and everything to Aohi.

Aohi happily listened to Heeseung’s soft words and sudden thoughts that he would blurt out around her.

Heeseung and Aohi are both known as one of the maturer members of ENHYPEN, but as soon as they’re alone together they’re turned into giggling toddlers. (source: EN-log; Aohi Day.)

When they first met, Aohi and Heeseung was like a cat who didn’t like it’s new siblings. If Aohi ever tried to even come close to Heeseung, he’d swat her away.

Heeseung’s favourite thing to do with Aohi is play LoL. Aohi doesn’t fairly enjoy the game, partly because she’s more FPS based, but she likes to bond with Heeseung.

There’s a running joke that Aohi is the boyfriend between the two, Heeseung acting a bit of a babygirl around her.

For example: Aohi and Heeseung watching LoL streams and Aohi praises said streamer, and Heeseung will want some praises as well.

“bunny, me too right? I’m good at it too, right?” - que sigh, “yes, seungie, you too.”

Aohi’s favourite thing to do with Heeseung is sleep, it’s not uncommon to know that despite being the eldest, Heeseung’s the last to wake up between the boys, therefore, he’s the best pillow.

Aohi knows if she sleeps in Heeseung’s bed, the boys don’t have the heart to wake either of them, even if they were late.

“Aohi!— oh.. oh no.. she’s sleeping with Heeseung..” “wake her up then!” “But… :( they’re sleeping..” “SUNOO!”

shared fav foods: pizza.

favourite date: gaming cafe.

matching plushies: among us (purple and yellow).

best aoheung era: dark blood - bite me.

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Jay/Jeongseong (제이) 𓆩⟡𓆪

JAY / AOHI = JAOHI ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (jao-hee)

AKA. = ‘the marriage duo!’ - alt. parentz. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

motherly! (aohi) + fatherly! (jay) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Aohi and Jay kind of took on the parental role of the group, Aohi, despite being part of the maknae line, Aohi’s maturity puts her as one of the elders basically.

I think that’s one of the many things Jay admires about her. The way she’s able to take care of things and manage her time and emotions effortlessly.

They’re what you’d expect from a married couple honestly.

Their habits of watching whatever on the TV, or the way they seem to just communicate telepathically whenever they’re cooking in the kitchen together.

Jay thinks Aohi is an ideal person to be with long-term, he answered her as the most ideal person to marry. (A fan had asked during a fan meet.)

Jay’s favourite thing to do with Aohi is bake, there was more than enough times where Jay was actually able to have some childish fun.

The members remember well when Jay and Aohi were left in the dorms, and the kitchen looked like a mess, with icing everywhere on the two’s faces.

Aohi’s personality with Jay is like a doting wife, to her hard-working husband.

That’s probably why Jay’s saved as Hubby on her phone, and her saved as Wifey on the boy’s phone.

Their favourite inside joke, Jay slipped on some mix while they were making meringues for Sunoo’s birthday, and ever since then, “meringue boy” was Aohi’s nickname for Jay.

“chop chop, meringue boy.” — “Call me that again and I’ll stop making you food.” — “YOU CAN’T STARVE ME!”

Aohi’s favourite thing to do with Jay is go shopping, Jay and Ni-ki are, in her opinion, one of the best dressed and the best at finding outfits at shops.

“Jeongie, this look good?” — “looks perfect, batsy.”

the stylists adore jaohi because they’re the duo that they love matching together the most.

now the stylists have a schedule on when they get to style jaohi.

shared fav foods: pasta — specifically, carbonara.

favourite date: swimming in bangkok.

matching plushies: black cats (dressed repectively as their parents)

best jaohi era: baby shark promos.

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Jake/Jaeyun (제이크) 𓆩⟡𓆪

JAEYUN / AOHI = AOHYUN ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (ow-hyun)

AKA. = ‘the opposites duo!’ - alt. oppositez. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

black cat! (aohi) + golden retriever! (jake) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Jake and Aohi had the most difficult time period with getting along, like cats and dogs, you could say. (haha, pun.)

Aohi had a bit of a hard time getting used to Jake being affectionate towards her because before Aohi debuted she and Jake were the ones likely to argue all the time.

And it always resulted to Aohi winning. Think as in, Dog bothers cat so cat swats dog and Dog ends up whimpering away.

Although, Aohi (doesn’t like to admit it) does have a soft spot for Jake.

Jake sometimes has a hard time falling asleep and when he does, he goes to Aohi’s bed where they cuddle to sleep.

Jake tries to be affectionate with Aohi a lot because he does feel guilty for fighting with her all of the time during her pre-debut days.

Jake thinks that with him bothering her all of the time during pre-debut, Aohi probably had a harder time. So he tries to make it up to her, by basically doing everything for her.

Aohi does appreciate his gestures and knows he’s guilty of their past. Aohi tries to soothe his guilts to the best of her ability.

Jake is like Heeseung in a way, always wanting her eyes on him, if Heeseung buys her a cookie? He’ll buy a jar full of cookies, Sunghoon buys her a perfume? He’ll buy her favourite perfume.

basically, if anyone goes low, he goes lower.

Their favourite topic to talk about is basically pets, Aohi has two family pets, named Chewy and Mochi. Both cats.

Obviously Jake loves Layla, but he tends to bicker with Aohi because he likes the way her eyebrows furrow when she’s frustrated, he thinks it’s cute.

“I’m not saying cats are better than dogs, I think Layla is cute and you’re just putting words in my mouth!” — “nuh uh.” — “FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH???”

Jake’s favourite thing to do with Aohi is taking their pets for walks. Surprisingly Aohi’s pets are outdoor cats, and they enjoy taking walks with Layla.

Jake thinks that Aohi walking their pets is a very domestic task to do and basically adores it.

“Yah, Layla! Slow down! Yah, Sim Jaeyun! Help me control your daughter!” — “aigoo… she’s just happy to be walking with her sisters and mama.” — “JAKE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW.”

Jake practically has the biggest heart eyes for Aohi and Aohi doesn’t know how to deal with that.

shared fav foods: pad thai.

favourite date: dog park with Layla and the kitties.

matching plushies: pochaco and chococat.

best aohyun era: come 2 me, weverse-con performance.

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Sunghoon (성훈) 𓆩⟡𓆪

SUNGHOON / AOHI = HOONAOHI ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (hoon-ow-hee)

AKA. = ‘the ice duo!’ - alt. royaltiez. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

ice princess! (aohi) + ice prince! (sunghoon) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Visual overload, that’s what I’d call it, Aohi and Sunghoon bring the most visuals out of any event ever.

Engenes on Twitter love it so much in fact, that there’s threads of the outfits Aohi and Sunghoon have both worn matching.

Sunghoon and Aohi are the type of people to have silent conversations in a room full of people, enjoying each other’s silent gazes rather than speaking outwardly.

Despite their, rocky start (in rocky start I mean, Sunghoon was pretty much awkward with Aohi, pre-debut.) Aohi and Sunghoon are pretty funny together.

Sunghoon is actually the funniest member of Enhypen, and Aohi is his apprentice. Sunghoon loves to teach her his puns, it’s like their favourite thing to do.

Their victims mostly consist of Jungwon and Jay. The only difference is that they hate when Sunghoon does it but laughs when Aohi makes a joke.

The favouritism is so real, it’s crazy.

Aohi enjoys being around Sunghoon when she needs a break from talking or being social. They mostly don’t, but when it does get too much, Aohi seeks Sunghoon out.

Their favourite thing to do is definitely ice skate, she’s not better than Sunghoon, but she knows how to keep up with him.

Sunghoon and Aohi definitely have danced on the ice together, if not all the time.

“Oh my god, hoon, hoon! I’m gonna fall!” — “you’re literally dragging me down! Of course we’re gonna fall!”

Sunghoon loves when Aohi holds onto him on the ice, it makes him feel very loved and needed.

Aohi thinks his boyish charm is very adorable, and has no issue feeding into the boy’s satisfaction.

“Hoon-ah, want to eat grapes with me?” — “eung! let’s go, bunny.”

Aohi loves to dote on the boys a lot, mostly Ni-ki and Sunghoon though because— well, they’re the ones who got close to her first.

Sunghoon believes Aohi to be one of the best people to talk to, she’s very good at listening and he depends on her to listen when he and the boys fight.

shared fav foods: tiramisu.

favourite date: ice skating.

matching plushies: mini hoon and aohi plushies.

best hoonaohi era: manifesto promo era.

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Sunoo (선우) 𓆩⟡𓆪

SUNOO / AOHI = SUNAOHI ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (soon-ow-hee)

AKA. = ‘the fox duo’ - alt. foxez. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

sunshine protector! (aohi) + sunshine! (sunoo) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Now, new engenes tend to mistake ages a lot between Sunoo and Aohi, more people actually think Aohi is older than Sunoo!

Reason being is that, basically, Aohi acts like a bodyguard to Sunoo. She’s never not on Sunoo’s side, an arm around the boy’s shoulder like it’s some kind of avril lavigne song.

Behind the scenes though, Sunoo dotes on Aohi more than anyone in enhypen.

Sunoo and Aohi both definitely compliment each other in terms of personality, Sunoo has a bright mindset while Aohi has a more nightly perspective.

In other terms, Aohi and Sunoo complete each other as the Sun and the Moon.

Sunoo and Aohi also play a lot of video games with each other! Their favourite thing to play together is Animal crossing: New Horizons, they def have matching islands together as well.

Sunoo also appreciates Aohi a lot, Sunoo is the most prone to getting sick, and tends to stay home more often than any of the boys and Aohi loves keeping him company most days.

Sunoo thinks that Aohi is very caring, but It does worry him that she might be too caring about others that she forgets to take care of herself.

Sunoo’s favourite thing to do with Aohi is eat! If not for the way these two’s fox characteristics beat their love for food, their duo name would’ve been foodiez.

Aohi thinks that it’s adorable the way Sunoo looks like a hamster every time he eats, basically she gets cuteness aggression from his cheeks.

Aohi’s favourite moment of Sunoo’s was when it was late at night and he was supposed to be sleeping, but Aohi had caught him eating a food delivery he had gotten secretly.

Safe to say Sunoo had to share his food that night.

“Sunnie, you finished all of the radish!” — “yeah, well you finished all the sausages so we’re even.”

Aohi loves to bring Sunoo her food creations whenever she experiments, sometimes Sunoo does worry it’ll make him gain much but he can’t really deny Aohi now can he.

“Oppa, it’s just a muffin! It won’t do much!” — “Aohi…” — “please! I won’t bake anything for you after this!” — “Yah! I didn’t say you shouldn’t!”

Aohi and Sunoo also love to gossip a lot, heck, the boys have scolded them one too many times for being too loud at night.

If not for Xiulin who takes Aohi’s spot as her partner in crime, Sunoo would definitely be runner up.

Sunoo’s and Aohi’s most well known crime/prank would be when Aohi purposely took the wrong gate at the airport to leave from, so everyone thought she wasn’t on the plane to begin with.

shared fav foods: mint chocolate ice cream.

favourite date: garden picnic.

matching plushies: fox plushes, dressed respectively of each other.

best sunaohi era: orange blood promo era.

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Jungwon (정원) 𓆩⟡𓆪

JUNGWON / AOHI = AOHWON ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (ow-won)

AKA. = ‘the lead duo’ - alt. leadz. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

nonchalant! (aohi) + devoted! (jungwon) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Jungwon and Aohi was similar to that of Jake and Aohi, Jungwon was mostly frustrated since he took on the leader role at such a young age.

He believed that with Xiulin and Aohi into the mix was just even more stressful, and he was only a kid with too many responsibilities.

Jungwon and Aohi did talk about their shortcomings as members to each other, ending up where they were now.

Now, Aohi and Jungwon was very much friends, until of course, the promotions during the manifesto album.

Jungwon was very adamant with pursuing Aohi despite her unsure feelings (because at the time, Sunoo and Ni-ki were already in pursuit of her, and she knew.)

Despite this, Jungwon pursued Aohi anyways, leaving the girl with no choice but to let Jungwon court her. (She was secretly enjoying it, what’s a girl to do when getting pampered?)

Aohi and Jungwon are very easily the most girlfriend-boyfriend out of the whole duo. Both being born in the same year, and working like they merged into one person.

If Jungwon was the leader, then Aohi is definitely what follows after Jungwon.

The two are very strict with each other and the group, always wanting to be on their best behaviour. Very hypocritical of them because they always do the weirdest lives.

As in, eating every type of ice cream at three am in the morning lives. Yes, Aohi and Jungwon deliberately went to a convenience store and bought every type of ice cream there was.

Aohi got sick that day, and Jungwon felt so guilty he literally banned ice cream for a week after she got better.

Aohi and Jungwon’s favourite thing to do is go live, if that’s not surprising. Engene’s favourite live duo, because you’re either messing around with Jungwon or bothering other with Jungwon.

“jakey jakey, let’s go wake him.” — “GOOD IDEA. Why don’t we like… idk pinch him awake.” — “we’re not that evil.” — “OR ARE WE????”

Jungwon’s very heart eyes for Aohi, he thinks she’s the most brilliant person in the whole entire world, Aohi, of course thinks the same, she loves his mischievous behaviour.

Aohi also loves to teach Jungwon English. She finds his aggressive English adorable, and she knows it’s a bit of a struggle to speak it because of Korean and English syllables and consonants clashing with each other.

“You kind of have to say sss, like a snake, instead of shh, because that way it won’t sound weird,” — “like.. seal?” — “yeah! Like that!”

To be fair, Aohi does teach most of the guys English, but Jungwon (and Sunghoon) Are the ones who go to her the most, I mean, Jay and Jake, sure they speak English, but they do troll with them most of the time.

Aohi’s guaranteed to teach them without the jokes and memes.

Aohi admires Jungwon’s ability to be a leader, and it’s what draws Aohi to Jungwon easily.

All in all, Jungwon’s a very devoted person to Aohi, while Aohi is the same for Jungwon, she’s just more shy about it.

shared fav food: grape tanghulu.

favourite date: convenience store runs.

matching plushies: milk and mocha bears.

best aohwon era: manifesto world tour.

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Ni-ki (니키) 𓆩⟡𓆪

NI-KI / AOHI = NAOHI ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (now-hee)

AKA. = ‘the gaming duo’ - alt. gamerz. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

gamer girl! (aohi) + skater boy! (ni-ki) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Aohi’s favourite.

But the boys don’t know that!

Okay, she actually doesn’t have favourites, but she goes the softest for Ni-ki, because, well, He was the first person to ever befriend her. (during her pre-debut days of course.)

Ri-ki’s never once fought with Aohi during their pre-debut and Aohi’s obviously going to baby Ri-ki because he is the maknae.

Ri-ki actually dislikes Aohi’s babying (as in, too frequently, babying him.)

Ri-ki prefers babying Aohi despite her being his noona.

His favourite thing to do? Collect plushies with Aohi, if Aohi has it, chances are Ri-ki has a matching one. Ri-ki treats them like his babies.

Ri-ki and Aohi spend most of their time window shopping plushies actually. Their current buy list consist of genshin plushies (in which Aohi forced Ri-ki to play) and some few Enhypen themed ones.

Aohi is very thankful that Ri-ki indulges in her childish purchases because it makes her relieved that Ri-ki wouldn’t judge her for buying things to heal her inner child.

Aohi and Ri-ki are also very prone to gaming together, usually it’s them and Sunoo, and Aohi mostly plays valorant with the two.

It’s surprising how good Ri-ki and Sunoo actually are at FPS games. Currently, their ranks are Ri-ki - High-Ascendant, Aohi - Immortal, Sunoo - Low Diamond.

Sunoo doesn’t play as much as the two evil twins do, but when he does, he plays pretty much better than diamonds do. (Only because he’s got Immortals and Ascendants teaching him.)

“YAH! RI-KI YAH! I TOLD YOU TO COVER ME!” — “I WAS LITERALLY FIGHTING HOOKAH.” — “you’re so poopoo..” — “hey, watch your language, I’m top-fragging missus immortal rank.”

When they aren’t being competitive though, they like to enjoy minecraft! Aohi has.. maybe one or more times burnt or exploded or drowned half of Ri-ki’s house.

Ri-ki and Aohi are actually ChromeHearts ambassadors, if not for Hoon and Jay, Ri-ki would be one of the most likely to be paired in a photoshoot with Aohi.

Aohi’s favourite thing to do with Ri-ki? Dance. She tries her best to help with Ri-ki’s dancing, always making up new things or joining Ri-ki whenever he wants to do a dance on tiktok.

Although dancing isn’t her strong suit, she still loves to do it!

“And then, maybe it could go like this- and then yeah!” — “wait you’re so smart I love that dance line.” — “right?” — “i’m so happy you’re my girlfriend.” — “okay relax mister smooth talk.”

Aohi loves to be childish around Ri-ki because she knows that Ri-ki will join her, and it gives her a break from being mature in front of many.

fav shared foods: hotteok/mochi.

favourite date: cat cafes.

matching plushies: duck + bat-based enhypen plushies.

best naohi era: orange blood - kalpa photoshoot.

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Xiulin (쓰린) 𓆩⟡𓆪

XIULIN / AOHI = XIUHI ! ⋆｡𖦹°‧★ (zhu-hee)

AKA. = ‘the rockstar duo!’ - alt. rockstarz. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

DYNAMIC’’

culprit! (aohi) + accomplice! (xiulin) ⋆｡˚𖦹

HCS!

Aohi’s favourite favourite!

No, but really, she’s the favourite.

Xiulin and Aohi were the first to band together during pre-debut. They shared each other’s memories and experiences together.

Xiulin, despite being somewhat of an older sister figure to Aohi, likes to bicker a lot with the boys. Xiulin knows of their relationship and is one-hundred percent supportive! At some points…

Xiulin is very protective of Aohi because of well, their pre-debut. Aohi and Xiulin were pretty much cast aside because the boys had a hard time letting them into the group.

No matter though, Xiulin just likes to bully them because they know if there’s one person who gets most of Aohi’s time, it’s Xiulin.

Xiulin and Aohi are like two peas in a pod, if Aohi commits a crime, Xiulin is there with her.

Aohi’s whole thing with Xiulin is that she reminds her a lot of her older sister figures in XG, and that’s why Aohi likes to stick to Xiulin a lot more than any of the other boys.

Aohi and Xiulin are kind of like, each other’s opposites, yet equals. Despite Aohi’s tendency to lead after Jungwon, that’s just it for her, she follows the leader.

Xiulin is there to guide Aohi if Jungwon isn’t, and that eases Aohi’s heart.

Xiulin’s favourite thing to do with Aohi is play guitar together, Aohi didn’t actually know how to play the guitar until during the manifesto process.

Xiulin and Aohi would stay up together, just learning the stupidest riffs (like the SpongeBob theme) and laugh about it until their manager would bust them for staying up too late.

Aohi, absolutely adores Xiulin with all her heart, the boys believe she’s never looked at someone with such admiration before.

“Ah oppa! Xiulin-noona said, not to eat snacks before dinner..” — “Aohi, baby, you know Xiulin is younger than me…” — “Jake-hyung…” — “Ah.. okay, don’t call me hyung..”

Aohi’s favourite thing to do with Xiulin is paint together, Aohi’s an artistic spirit at heart, and sometimes that’s what she wants to do with her free time.

Although the boys join her from time to time, that doesn’t mean she’s really keen on letting them.

Sometimes painting time can be girl time, and with seven boyfriends? It’s definitely needed after a while.

“Gosh, you know Seungie-oppa? He keeps eating my chips! He won’t even buy them for me, he just sends me the money for it and is like ‘ sorry :9’ Like, that’s so rude!” — “Drop him for the day, bad boyfriend of the week!” — “you’re right!”

Aohi and Xiulin go hand in hand together, continuing to somehow… create chaos for their staff members and managers.

Aohi hopes to introduce Xiulin to her XG sisters one day.

A secret Xiulin holds is that she actually did like Aohi at one point, but ended up never pursuing her because well.. (let’s just say there was seven obstacles in the way.)

shared fav foods: Yema Cake.

favourite date (platonically): amusement park.

matching plushies: White tiger + orange tiger based plushies (hoshi would be jealous.)

best xiuhi era: orange blood - ksana photoshoot.

[acourtofquietdreamers]

I’ve seen some discourse lately claiming Elain is jealous of her sisters and she’ll never be close with them or fit in. I personally believe the Archeron sisters have a relationship that is worth mending and I hope to see it grow stronger in Elain’s book. Here’s some lovely quotes showcasing Elain’s love for her sisters 😌

“You should come with me,” Elain went on. “Nesta won’t go, because she says she doesn’t want to risk the sea crossing, but you and I…Oh, we’d have fun, wouldn’t we?”

Elain, to my surprise, had a horse, a satchel of food, and supplies ready when I hurried down the stairs. My father was nowhere in sight. But Elain threw her arms around me, and, holding tightly, said, “I remember—I remember all of it now.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes. “I would have liked to see the continent with you, Feyre.”

She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help…others.”

Elain sat a little higher as she said to Cassian, “And as for Feyre’s hunting during those years, it was not Nesta’s neglect alone that is to blame. We were scared, and had received no training, and everything had been taken, and we failed her. Both of us.”

“Did you know,” I said over the sound of my sawing, “that one summer, when I was seventeen, Elain bought me some paint? We’d had just enough to spend on extra things, and she bought me and Nesta presents. She didn’t have enough for a full set, but bought me red and blue and yellow.”

Before I could turn back, Elain threw her arms around me. I did not remember when I began to cry as I felt those slender arms hold me, tight as steel.

But I did remember lying down on the bearskin rug once it was done. How I felt Elain’s slim body settle next to mine and curl into my side, careful not to touch the bandaged wound in my shoulder. I had not realized how cold I was until her warmth seeped into me. A moment later, another warm body nestled on my left. Nesta’s scent drifted over me, fire and steel and unbending will.

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

A gift for Nesta, she’d said. She was looking for a gift for our sister, regardless of whether Nesta deigned to join us tomorrow.

“I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”

From the edge of my vision, purple and gold flashed—Elain. “You’ll fall ill if you just stand there in the cold,” she tutted to Nesta, smiling broadly. “Come sit with me by the fire.”

“Their dancing was that good; she was that beautiful. And when it ended…I knew she was an artist then. The same way Feyre is. But what Feyre does with paint, that’s what Nesta did with music and dance.”

Elain nodded, folding her hands in her lap. “So I’m very pleased to hear of this Valkyrie business. I’m happy that Nesta finds interest in something again. And might channel all of…that into it.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Nesta snapped, and then choked. Elain blinked. Nesta blinked back, horror lurching through her. And then Elain burst out laughing. Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath. Nesta just stared, torn between questions and wanting to throw herself into the icy Sidra. “I—I’m so sorry—” Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. “You’ve never said such a thing to me!” She laughed again. “I think that’s a good sign, isn’t it?”

A hand slid into Nesta’s, and she found Elain there, shaking and wide-eyed. Nesta squeezed her sister’s fingers. Together, they approached the other side of the bed. And when Elain began praying to the Fae’s foreign gods, to their Mother, Nesta bowed her head, too.

Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre’s other hand, and Nesta held Elain’s.

She found Feyre and Elain waiting halfway down the hill, Nyx now dozing peacefully in Elain’s arms. Her sisters beamed, beckoning her to join.

[dearharriet]

hi, beautiful! congrats on your 150! I wanted to request James Potter +Tangled on your

🪷 send me a character + one of the following movies to write a drabble for...

(English is definitely not my first language so I'm sorry if this isn't sp clear)

thank you, gorgeous! this was such a fun combo to start off with <3 also, your request was perfect, so don’t worry! (wc: 882)

Lush green turns yellow and purple at sunset, and you can’t get enough of it. It’s like the whole world is wrapped around you, cool and prickly and real and right beneath your fingertips.

The stream is smooth and lazy, shining an image of the pink sky back at your hung head. You focus on that instead of the mounting fear of spending your first night outside the tower.

Under the intensity of the setting sun, the foliage around your camp takes on matching shadows. The contrast is scary, but it’s also beautiful, something you’d love to paint if you had your supplies.

That’s a dangerous path of thought, one that you shut down immediately. Even brushing against the idea of paint makes your insides wither with dread, reminded of your poor mother who’d gone to get you more—your mother who’s likely worried sick about you now.

“Alright?”

Lifting from your mopey posture, you find your companion returning with a sizable collection of firewood.

James seems to be in good spirits, all things considered. He’s been nice enough, though you can admit you’d worried that the guard-chase and near drowning might sour his attitude.

“I’m great,” you reassure him, plastering a smile on your face. Now’s not the time to show any weakness, no matter how frightened you might be.

Returning with a grimace, James dumps his armful where he stands and approaches you.

“Y’know, it’s not too late to go home.”

James has been saying this at every juncture of your adventure, desperate to dump you back at your tower and be rid of you. There’s no reason for that to sting now, after everything.

“Uh-uh. If you want me gone, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

With a frown, he settles in next to you, watching the horizon hesitantly.

“As if,” he says, though he’s lacking any real quip. “No, I just uh…I know all this wasn’t what you had in mind when you set out with me.”

You fiddle with a strand of hair. He’s really asking, you realize. With a puff of nervous laughter, you shake his sobriety off.

“Well, I didn’t really have anything in mind. Tall tower, remember?”

“Yeah,” James scoffs, “yeah, a pretty safe tower, too. And spacious.”

“And lonely,” you add.

Sighing, he nods his reluctant agreement.

“True, but there are worse things out there than being lonely, sweetheart. Things that might really hurt you.”

You take that in, staring at James with an odd curiosity. His shoulders are hunched around his ears, his hair flopping untamed into his eyes—courtesy of the unplanned swim you both took. It’s like looking at a completely different person, seeing James without his criminal bravado. Seeing him…unsure.

“James Potter, are you…are you worried about me?”

He straightens immediately, and while you mourn the loss of the gooey center you caught a glimpse of, you like to see him squirm, too.

“Wha-hat? Please. No, I'm trying to get away from you, and if you die you might be able to haunt me. I’m taking preliminary steps to prevent that.”

“Right,” you snip back sarcastically, “haunting.”

You might be sheltered, but you’re old enough now to know that ghosts aren’t real. James seems to see this in your expression, so he stands petulantly and stalks back towards his pile of sticks.

“Whatever, I’m not talking afterlife with a girl whose hair glows.”

Laughing, you watch him go, now truly missing his window of sincerity. For a sudden moment you almost feel it’s worse to be lonely outside of your tower than in it, and it sends a crack of fear down your center all over again.

Gathering some of your hair in your arms, you hold it to you like a stuffed toy, searching for any comfort you can find.

“James?”

“What now, trouble?”

Worrying your lip, you begin to second guess yourself, but an impatient glance from James encourages you.

“Do you really think I’d be better off going back?”

This takes his attention again, his hands ceasing their fire-building. Over the small pit he’d assembled, he considers you, jaw working.

You know what he’ll say, your frame braced for his resounding yes. You’re not sure why the thought carves your chest open when he’s never been anything but against this agreement. You wanted to prove your mother wrong, show her how capable you are, but it seems everybody but you agrees on the falsity of that statement.

Eventually, James sighs, a self-abasing sound that doesn’t give you much hope.

“Do you really want to see those lanterns?”

Once again, he seems completely sincere in his asking.

Even though you know the answer, know it like your own name, you stop to consider his question and all it entails. Not just if you want to see the lanterns, but if you’re willing to do what it takes to make it there. So far, you haven’t disappointed yourself, and you find the insatiable fire in your belly is only burning hotter than when you left.

“More than anything,” you say, and you make sure to steel your voice with all the determination you feel. James smiles, that small window returning.

“Then don’t let anything stand in your way,” he tells you, his eyes locked on yours. “Not even me.”

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[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Halloween Special🎃

Bruce was throwing his annual Halloween Costume Party, and let every year all the kids always dress up. Most of kids weren’t in the Manor as they would arrive later to join in the spooky festivities.

Alfred was overseeing the staff with last minute decorations. Fake blood, cobwebs, fake skulls, fog machine. Anything you could find at your local Spirt Halloween Alfred had gotten to first. The DJ was finishing his last few technical checks and the catering company was always done with the last few creative dishes.

Meanwhile, upstairs Damian was fidgeting in his sit,”Are we almost Sister?”

“Hold still or you makeup will get messed up.” Y/n was the only person home that could help Damian finish with his costume. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled,”All done.”

Damian flung out of his seat and into his sister’s bathroom to look at his makeup.

“Wow, you managed to make me look the skeleton from that film Grayson made me watch.”

“Jack, you look like Jack Dames.” She took a comb and finished smoothing out his hair. “What’s your costume?” He inquired taking the combing to fix his own hair.

She went into her closet and came out dressed as cowgirl Barbie from the movie with hat and boots.

“Now go put on your costume Dames Dick said he’s five minutes away with the girls.” She fixed her wig and adjusted her scarf. Damian walked to his room around the corner and changed into the costume his brother had gotten for him a few days ago.

When he emerged from his room, Dick and Y/n were laughing at a his phone and noticed Damian.

“Aww Little D, you look so frightening.”

“Tt. And what are you supposed to be Grayson.”

“Aladdin,Kori’s running late but she’s going to be Jasmine.” The three went downstairs which was now in full effect and Alfred greeted the siblings dressed as Count Dracula.

“Nice fang Alife.” Alfred smiled at the three and offered them red punch in black and purple plastic cups. “Why Thank you Master Richard, I must stay though they do take a lot to get used to.”

Barbara arrived with Cassandra, Stephanie and Duke all dressed for the party.

“Aww Dami you look so adorable.” Steph fussed taking pictures of the youngest. He huffed and walked away into the main ballroom where the music was blasting but only a few people from Wayne Enterprise and Queen Construction had arrived.

———

Y/n snapped a few pictures with Duke and Barbara aka Spider-man and Kim Possible.

Jason arrived with Tim and Bernard not far behind him. “May wanna close that vest up Dickhead your getting cold.” He teased Dick who rolled his eyes.

“IT’s October Jason.”

“My nipples aren’t sharing at everyone entering the house.”

“Jason knock it off.” Y/n huffed, Dick self consciously pulled his vested.

The group had moved to the ballroom mintues ago and more people from Wayne Enterprises and some League members had arrived. Jason stretched standing from the table,” Okay this Skywalker needs food.”

Stephanie and Cass followed dress as the Pink and Yellow Power Rangers.

Selina entered the room dressed as Marylin Monroe and waved,”Why do glum kittens,your parents go trick or treat without you?”

Fred or Tim shook his head,” They’re not here yet, it’s just boring right now.”

Bernard played with the green scarf on his Daphne shirt.

She sighed and saw a several costumed adults and looked back the way she came. “Well looks like the Calvary just arrived. Have fun.” She slipped away into the now bigger crowd.

Members or Young Justice, Titans and Birds of Prey arrived in costumes and soon the kids mingled with their friends and went away from the table only living Y/n and Damian.

“You should ask Uncle Clark why he didn’t come.” She spoke up over the Monster Mash song.

“Tt, if he cared he would have came sister.” He spat.

She stood up from the table and turned to him, “He’s your best friend and he’s been through a lot. Maybe Halloween is just a lot for him, if you tell him how much it would mean to you to show up I’m sure he’d fly here in a heartbeat.”

Damian didn’t answer his sister but did glance across the room to Clark and Lois dressed as Frankinstein and the Bride who chatted with Diana,John and Wally dressed as a Fairy, Boxer and a Race Car Driver.

Damian grab his cup and pondered as he made his way to the refreshment table. He grabbed a few pieces of cheese and felt like his wished the night was over.

The music stopped as DJ announced the arrival of the hosts Bruce and Batmom entered the room dressed as Gomez and Mortica Adams. Once they thanked everyone for coming the party once again went into full swing and Damian slipped away into the gardens.

“Damian?” A voice called to him after what felt like a short while. Bruce sat next to him.

“Are you not having fun?”

He sighed,”Yes father the party is very good.”

Bruce was silent for a few moments and then let out his own deep sigh.”Your sister told me you miss Jon. You should call him, Clark told me the only reason he didn’t come was because he figured you wouldn’t want to participate.”

Damian turned to his father,”Really?”

Bruce smiled at his son and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “He’s your best friend, just call him.” After that Bruce returned inside and Damian remained seated.

He signed before looking at the ground.”Kent,I know listening…I think—I want you come to the party. It’s rather…dull.” He spoke barley in a whisper.

For a while it was just the distance sounds of Gotham noises and the booming sounds from the music inside and then a sudden gust of wind blew a few strands of hair.

“Hi Damian.” Damian’s gaze fell ontop the floating teen before him in full costume.

A grin painted his figured,”And what are you supposed to be Kent?”

“Uh Duh, I’m Danny Phantom.”

Damian laughed and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Come on I’m starving I heard Alfred has jalapeño poppers.” Damian joined Jon as they headed inside.

Y/n elbowed her brother and Jason spilled his punched on himself. He followed his sister’s gaze and they watch from a far.

Dick beamed as he got closer to them,”Aww Little D’s not lonely anymore.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how he can be, you Mother Hen him to death every two seconds.”

Dick shoved Jason and the rushed of his punched spilled on his costume. Dick nervously sprinted away with Jason bolting after him.

“Imbeciles.” Y/n sighed eating a eyeball cheese.

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November Prompt 8: Leaves

Words: 441 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Perched against the fountain in the courtyard, you twirl the stem of a fresh leaf between the fingertips of your index finger and thumb. You’d found it right at the entrance, on the cold cement ground amongst the brush of brown decaying leaves. You plucked the thriving bright red leaf off the ground thinking it symbolized something, like new beginnings.

Autumn at Hogwarts was just as magical as the snow here during Christmas. The leaves drying out and falling were the perfect transition from the heat of summer to the cold of winter and you enjoyed the time in between with none other than Draco Malfoy.

You would say you’d sent for him, but you hadn’t. You two were just like this, magnetic. You’d only been in the courtyard for three minutes at most before the crunching of leaves on the cement drew your eyes from the bright leaf in your grasp to his lanky frame entering between two vined pillars. A knitted gray sweater hugs his shoulders under his flowing robes with his wand tucked somewhere inside his back messenger bag.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” he half scoffs, half chuckles. “You’re missing dinner, you know? Second night this week.”

“How can I eat when I’d be missing a view this beautiful?”

“Dying leaves?”

“Not all,” you reply softly. “New beginnings. Winter is close by.”

He plops down on the edge of the cool fountain next to you, nudging your arm with a smirk before plucking the leaf from your fingers.

“Again, you’re missing meals. I’m worried about you.”

“There’s no need to worry. I have snacks.”

“Mhm,” he hums and places the leaf between the two of you.

You kick your legs up and cross them in front of you on the coolness of the stones. You lean back against a stone pillar and gaze up at the sky above. Swirls of orange, golden yellow, and coral pink intertwine with the purpling clouds, all fading toward the reddening sun in the distance just beyond the castle.

You can feel Draco’s eyes on you, but you don’t turn towards him, not just yet.

“Draco,” you breathe as softly as the wind that swirls by.

He shuffles next to you, allowing his fingers to slip into yours between the two of you under the cover of your robes.

There’s a certain warmth that seeps over you when he touches you and you find yourself drifting, falling, like the leaves around the two of you. You’ve found yourself in this very moment with him a lot lately, feeling this way, and though the leaves change, you never want this feeling to.

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[famina]

Late night walk

*TRIGGER WARNING* This one is serious ! Since it involves the Vigilante, the story starts with a troubling encounter that could get uncomfortable for some. If it is your case, please skip to "=============THIS SING DOWN BELOW=============" Thanks. I hope you like it !!

There are no stars out tonight, the sky is a dark purple mass. Only the million of streetlights and neon signs lighten your path. Cities glow at night. The darkness hides all the dirtiness and let’s shine the rest.

As you walk along the pavement you breath in the night city air ! It’s cold and a bit metallic. You were out with some friends and what was supposed to be a little get together ended way later than anyone expected ! But you don’t care, you don’t work tomorrow. All you’ve got to do now is return home and sleep. But the night was so fun that you want to stretch it out a bit longer. You decide to take a detour by the park just for fun ! You think it should look magical on a night like this.

And you were right ! The warm yellow lights of the old streetlamps reflect on the fountains water and gives it a enchanting look. It’s just you, alone, in your own glowing kingdom.

Sundenly, a clank sound ! You turn around to see a person in the distance. You almost forgot you were in a public place and start to come back to reality.

“Hey!” Says the stranger. You don’t respond.

“I said HEY ! What a…What.cha doing here !?” You start to make your way out of the park.

“Wait ! I said WAIT !” They start to chase you. You are now running; you don’t really know where. You are not familiar with this part of town.

You end up corned in a little alley way and the stranger is still approaching.

“C’mon ! Why you..T’fuck is wrong with you..” The stranger is now very close.

“S-Stay away please !!” You say to them but to no avail.

“Hey ! I-I’m not bad…see !?” They make a gesture to show themselves as if that was a reassuring answer. They were clearly not sober. You don’t know what to do and start panicking.

“P-Please…Leave me alone !”

“Oh ! No ! No ! Ssshhhh…’s okay !” They get uncomfortably close. You froze up ! You close your eyes tightly and get ready for the worst.

================HERE YOU GO, ENJOY !===============

Then in an instant, you hear the wind whistling and the body of the stranger is forcefully pushed away. You open your eyes to discover a young man has interposed himself between you two and kicked the assailant a good 3 meter back.

Your pursuer is stumbling back up. “HEY !” they scream to the young man “T’HECK D’YOU WANT !!??”

“I believe this person told you to not approach them !”

With difficulty, the assailant gets back to their feet and seems to get ready to punch him.

“I do not want to harm you !” Said the man “But I must warn you that I WILL defend myself if need be !” At these words, the young men place himself in a combat position, he seemed to have experience in fighting.

To that, the stranger lost all confidence and turned away. “Whateveryoufuck…Idon’teven…” And so they left while still mumbling insults along the way.

You calm down a bit. The young man seems to do so too. He turns around to look at you :

“Are you hurt in any way ?”

“W-wha ? N-No !”

“Good…” He then turns around and is about to make an exit.

“W-Wait !” You stop him !

“Hm ?” He seems genuinely surprised at your action.

“Well hm…thank you I guess.”

“Don’t mention it. It is my duty !”

“Oh…….is that so….” You think to yourself that maybe you exchanged one weirdo for another. “W-well…” You start “..H-Here ! As thanks, I could give you-..”

“No!” The man stops you sharply “I never take from others ! I’m not a thief nor am I a beggar.”

“O-oh….I see..s-sorry..”

“Don’t be…I-I’m sorry for my strong reaction…” He backs away shyly.

“D-Don’t worry about it.” You say with a smile.

“Well I should be going now.” He starts walking with a determined walk when “AAAAH !!” He sundenly feels to the ground clutching his abdomen.

“W-WHAT’S WRONG ! A-Are you hurt ?!” You run to him, worried.

“N-No…this is nothing…I’m simply..AaaaAAAArgh !!”

GGRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRROOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooWWwwwwwwwl

“Han ??”

The young man is red as a tomato and tries to hide his face in his collar. “I’m….a bit hungry…..That’s all…”

GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwl

“You sound a more than a BIT hungry.”

“It’s…not as bad as it sound…It’s fine really…I’ll just…hmm” He tries to stand up and run away but he fells back to the gound after tree steps.

“H-Hey !!” You run to him again . “You shouldn’t do that ! You’re clearly too weak to run at the moment.”

“My…..bad…” He seems VERY lightheaded now.

“Alright, let’s get something to eat, okay ?”

“I-I don’t need-..”

gggGGGGGggggGrrrrRRRRrrrrrOOOOooooooowls…

“Mmmh…”

He’s stomach disagrees and so do you. “Come on ! Up we go !” You put him on your shoulders and start walking. Since he seems good in a fight, you’re surprised to find out how light he is. That’s not good. “Don’t worry, I know a good pizza place near by ! I’ll take you there.”

“I can’t….”

“Yes you can !”

“…Got…no…money..”

“Oh…Well I’ll be treating then ! It’ll be my thanks for earlier !”

“N-No ! I don’t take from others ! I refuse to-“

GRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWLS

“Hm-mmmh…” He’s overflowing with embarrassment.

“Well if you don’t want to die you’ll have to accepte. Besides, your not taking, I AM OFFERING ! So no more complaining, got it ?”

“………………………………………..got it…….”

“Good !”

You make your way to the pizza place ! It’s one of those open 24/7 restaurant. It’s not the fanciest place but the pizza is good and it’s the perfect place for late night snacks. There’s only one person behind the counter and they’re not paid enough to pay attention to you until you place an order. You put the young hero on a chair and take the plastic menu.

“So, what do you want ?”

“………………….” The hero has turned his face away. He’s clearly uneasy about you buying him food. But you can’t just leave him be.

“…If you don’t tell me I’ll just take an all-dressed !”

“…………………”

“Alright ! All-dressed it is !” You stand up to go order when the young men pulls on your shirt to stop you. You turn around. He’s still hiding his face in his collar.

He shyly says : “C-could you…ask for no peppers…..p-please…?”

You laugh a bit : “ Yeah ! Sure thing !”

You go order the pizza and return to your seat while you wait for it to be done. After a little while, you hear a certain sound.

Grrrrrooooooooan….

“O-oh !?...” The young hero turns red again. “S-Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize ! It’s perfectly norm-“

GRRRRROOOOOOooooooowl…

He get’s even redder and hides as he can under his bangs and collar. “Sorry…”

This continued for a little while and your companion seems more and more uncomfortable so you decide to break the ice to distrack him from his hunger while you wait.

“So, my name is (Y/N), what’s yours ??”

“O-oh..I don’t use my real name when I’m on duty.. sorry..”

“Oh okay…so, what should I call you ?”

“You can call me the Hero or the Vigilante…if you want..”

“You don’t even have a hero name ?!”

“I….haven’t settle on one yet….”

“I see…So..hm..Vigilante..Do you, do this sort of things every night ?”

“What sort of thing ?”

“Swooping in and beating the bad guys ?”

“Well, yes ! I do this most nights.”

“Really ? When do you sleep ?”

“During the day…But that’s not always possible. After all…Crime never sleeps !..”

You suspect he wanted to sound cool. But you can’t help your self to laugh.

“H-Hey ! That’s not…mmmh..” He pouts. You then notice that he has deep dark circles under his eyes and that stops your laughter.

“Well it’s not healthy. You should sleep 8 hours a day you know ?!”

“I-I know…”

“And you should try to eat more properly too ! You seem pretty strong but depriving your body of food for a long time is not good !”

“I….I’ll try…”

Now you feel like you’re moralizing him. “sigh Sorry it’s just…You seem very nice. And I think you should try to take better care for yourself ! That’s all.”

“Y-You think I’m nice ?!”

“Well…yeah ? Is that odd ?”

“Well…it’s just…people usually think I’m a weirdo….” He slumps his head down. This surprise you, sure he’s not…the most normal person you’ve met but he clearly means well. Does he get a hard time even tho he’s trying to do good ?

“H-hmm..” He perks his head back up. “T-thank you…By the way…for the food…”

“Oh ! No problem !” You smile at him and your pretty sure he smiles back from under his collar.

The pizza finally arrives at your table. The vigilante suddenly gets all excite like a little dog. He thanks the worker who brought it about 5 times and then is about to take a piece when he suddenly stops.

“O-Oh ! H-hmm…M-my bad…You paid for it. Y-you should serve yourself first…”

“Oh no no !” You say. “I’m not hungry ! I ordered it for you ! Take it all !”

“R-Really ?..” He looks at you with surprise. You reassure him by nodding and smiling. He starts beaming with joy and starts eating the pizza with vigor. You are happy to see him enjoying a good meal. You have a feeling he doesn’t often do so.

In a few minutes the whole pizza has disappeared. The vigilante breaths a sigh of relief. “This was…really really good. Thanks again….I-I’ll repay you of course !”

“Oh ! So you do have money ?”

“N…no…Well, not now…But hmmm…one day ?” He looks at you with an awkward unsure smile. You smile back.

“It’s a promise then.”

And so, you make your way home. The vigilante insists to walk you home like the gentleman that he is. It IS getting very late so you actually enjoy the reassuring company. You wish each other goodnight and you make the Vigilante promise to go straight to bed after this. And you make your way to your bed. One day he’ll pay you back, huh ? Well…let’s hope this day comes soon so you can chat with him again.

[sasster]

Consequences

Childhood woes. :)

[Doc]

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 "Please stand still," the young purple blood whispers to the three animated dolls sitting on the desk before him. "If he knows about you then he will want to hurt you."

All of the dolls turn their heads as if looking to face each other and then give him an understanding nod.

Just as he is able to scoop them into a drawer, the door to his room swings open. Standing in its place is a yellow blood, about a head taller than him, he scans the room over from his spot to see if there is anything different from the last time he'd been in it.

Luckily, Ailzea has become very good at concealing the things that are important to him.

When he is satisfied with the fact that there is nothing new, his gaze settles in on the purple blood at his desk.

He smiles.

"Father Roatus says you've been up here for too long," he starts, waving a clawed hand. "Thought that you'd like some company."

Ailzea says nothing at first, turning his attention back to a book on his desk. He thumbs through it idly for a moment.

"I am much happier when left to my own devices, Favion." 

Through his peripherals he watches as he moves deeper into the room.

"Are you? Bet that's when you smile."

"Smiling isn't the only way to show that someone is happy."

Favion hmms as he drops himself on the bed beside the desk.

"You'll be bored in here. I'm just going to keep reading."

"Just following the old man's orders. I can find a way to entertain myself."

Ailzea turns another page in the book, a sigh nearly parts his lips but he knows better than to display any level of annoyance to his childhood friend.

"Enjoy sitting in silence then." 

For a short while the pair does just that. They sit in silence together, Ailzea’s nose in a book and Favion busying himself with an old wooden brain teaser he found near the bed. His company is much preferred this way, when they can exist near each other the same way they did before the discovery of the former's powers.

The amicable silence dies quickly.

“Hey Ailzea, you always act like someone just died. Why are you always so serious?”

“Is morose not a better word?”

Favion sucks his teeth.

“Does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to broaden your vocabulary.”

“Appreciate it, O Great Reviver,” he retorts with mock irritation as he drops the brain teaser and focuses his attention on him again. “I think you could stand to have a little more fun is all.”

“Our definitions of fun are not the same, Favion.”

“Alright then. Give me your definition again.”

Ailzea says nothing for a moment, electing to first finish the page he was on before closing the book. Then he gestures broadly to the arrangement of books and puzzles that litter his desk. The small collection he has here pales in comparison to what was left behind at home when his ancestor came for him, the mostly empty shelves that line the wall of his room are a promise that the more he behaved and did what was asked of him then the more he will be rewarded.

“Yeah, yeah. You like reading.” The yellow blood muses dismissively as he gets up and brings himself over to the desk. Something else holds his attention. “Make anything new lately?”

“He does not approve when I do.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“The answer is implied.”

“Is it?” He asks, reaching across him to grab one of the two wood carvers tools that caught his attention. He twirls the rasp he swiped between his fore and middle fingers. “Making friends?”

“Of course not.” Ailzea’s voice is even.

“Of course not.” Favion echos in a mocking tone.

“I spent the morning using that rasp to bevel out the corners of the puzzle you love to fiddle with and complain about.”

“How thoughtful. And the blade?”

“To shave off splinters.”

Favion eyes him suspiciously for a moment, then he sets the rasp back down near the stack of books.

“How boring.”

“This is my definition of fun.” 

Favion meanders around behind Ailzea, gaze shifting to the bare shelves around the room. Being keenly aware of the vast collection of books the young necromancer used to keep, he knows better than anyone how cruel it is to have him surrounded by a reminder of what he no longer has. An empty room save for a bed would have been better than what he was given.

“Does it kill you being locked away in a room so empty that it suffocates?”

“Are you working on your villain speeches? It’s a bit heavy handed, my friend.”

He laughs in response.

“I do not need material objects to feel whole. I am happy with what I have,” the purple blood continues, gathering up the books and spare tools as he stands to put them back in their places. With his back to his visitor he carries on speaking. “It would serve me no purpose to mourn what I don’t have. As happy as that would make the two of you. I am content.”

Ailzea shelves the books first, arranging them by priority of what he wants to read next. Quiet settles between them quickly. Because he always picks up and drops conversations the way that he does, Favion’s sudden silence brings with it no cause for concern.

That is until the sound of drawers opening behind him hits his ears. Ailzea turns on his heels to face him.

“Ah, there we are,” Favion says as he opens the second drawer, hand hovering over it and eclipsing the view of the inside. He sits back in the chair.

“Favion please leave them alone.”

He reaches into the drawer and pulls one of the wooden figures out by the arm, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger before his eyes.

“Is it alive?” He asks, though he does not need the answer.

The dolls with life in them always move more loosely than the inanimate, even if they stay as still as they possibly can.

“Favion, please stop.”

Ailzea’s plea falls on deaf ears as Favion gives the doll a rather rough rattling. It looks so small in his claws.

So small and helpless.

“C’mon little guy. Wake up.”

It is easy to tell that Favion is pressing his nails into the poor things hand, a small crack sounds as it starts to splinter.

“Favion. You need to stop.”

“Why? You just said you won’t mourn what you don’t have.”

Then, without thinking, Ailzea plunges the carving knife that he held so tightly in his hand that his knuckles started to turn white into Favion’s neck. The yellow blood barely has time to react before it is pulled across his throat in a jagged and unpracticed line. When he reaches up to wrap his hands around it to stop the bleeding, the doll hits the desk and almost immediately scrambles across it with the other two to find a new hiding place.

He slumps back into the chair, head rolling back to fix Ailzea with a vacant stare.

Ailzea freezes, nothing but the sound of his small friends scampering about to accompany the smell of blood that began to stain the room.

“Why are you so difficult, Favion?” He asks the empty room, running a bloody hand through his own hair. “A question better for when you’re back I suppose.”

With no hope of being able to move the dead weight of a troll he will have no doubt struggled with while alive to lay him down the way he would prefer, he instead situates himself between the corpse and the desk. He forces both eyes closed on his way.

“I was almost enjoying your company this time.”

His powers ignite, signified by the spark of light in his eyes, and he places both hands over Favion’s chest. Thanks to the meddling of Father Roatus, he is acutely aware that this motion is not necessary for the power to work. He just likes to feel the thrum of the transfer of life in his palms.

The death was not so long ago, so the return to life takes no time at all. In seconds the offending wound starts to close up, leaving only the surrounding blood as evidence that anything occured.

The lights in his eyes fade away as his power deactivates and he lets out a sigh, pulling away from Favion once he feels his heart starting to beat again. He feels the sting of having grappled with a volatile spirit and tucks marred hands away into his pockets.

They will not scar.

By now his friends have found their way to a new hiding spot and Ailzea finds that he can breathe easy.

He looks down at the yellow blood whose eyes snap open at  the same time and anger twists his features into a terrifying expression.

Favion growls, claw shooting up to wrap around Ailzeas neck. He digs his nails into tender meat as he stands, bringing the purple blood along with him to his full height.

He growls again and shakes him when there is no reaction.

"What the fuck was that? Who the hell do you think you are?! Again?"

Ailzea says nothing, focused more on keeping his breathing steady.

Suddenly, Favion pauses. Realization dawns on him as he gives the smaller troll another shake.

"This is fear then?" He grins.

Once again, Ailzea does not respond. His joy is short-lived.

“I let it slide the first time. I can be very forgiving you know,” as he speaks he balls his free hand into a fist. “That was clearly a mistake on my part.”

“You forced my hand.”

“Now you’ve forced mine.”

Before he can make good on that promise, a third voice fills the room.

“That is quite enough. The two of you,” the Reverend’s voice is humored as much as it is commanding. He does not stick around, satisfied that his orders will be followed as he continues down the hall. “You can play later. Favion, join me.”

The yellow blood sneers as he releases his hold on Ailzea and wordlessly follows after him.

[teacupfullofroses27]

You guys get more Wonderland content because I feel bad for being busy

here's an unfinished sketch of just Jax, Pomni's supposed to be in this one but she is. not in it yet. But he is! looking down patronizingly at no one, for the time being. Here's a little segment from the first chapter if you wanna read it

Or don't if you don't wanna spoil yourself, I'll post it on Ao3 when it's all done :>

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Echoing from the tunnel came a man’s voice with a tone filled with annoyance. 

“Great, clock’s running slow. Man, I really don’t want to stop by the Hatter. Already late enough as is.”

The woman stopped. ‘Another person! Finally!’ She thought, wasting no time as she ran through the tunnel, and straight into whoever was standing there. Both where sent tumbling to the ground. 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! Plea-“ She starts, fumbling to her feet, until she looks at the man she so rudely collided with. Or rather, the rabbit. He was tall for a rabbit. It couldn’t have possibly been the same one she saw earlier, could it? but he was purple, and donned a pink waistcoat. ‘Well, it is possible,’ she thought. After all, how many rabbits happened to be purple and preferred to wear pink waistcoats? But now the rabbit was so cartoonish, so lanky. 

“Wh- what? Who are you?!”

The rabbit smiled wide, revealing his very yellow teeth, which happened to be the same hue of his eyes. Gross. He groaned as he made an effort to stand, towering a good bit over the woman. 

“You know, I could ask you the same. Why don’t you answer that first?” His tone was equal parts menacing and mischievous. 

She stared at the creature that should’ve been impossible. But, then again, a good number of impossible things had happened that day. 

Her eyes darted around from block to colorful block, stalling while she tried to form some sort of answer in her mind. “I… actually don’t know.” She stared down at her clasped hands in embarrassment. The rabbit didn’t say anything, still eyeing her and smiling. The woman never thought a rabbit of all things could be unsettling. But here she was, very much feeling unsettled. 

“So you’re new, that’s good to know.” He finally spoke, and promptly turned around. “Well, It’s been real fun, but I’ve got places to be. Ta-ta now!” 

“HEY WAIT!” She called after him, giving chase through the winding tunnel. “WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU?”

He left her questions unanswered as he bolted with remarkable speed. The woman kept chasing him. She hoped the tunnel wasn’t as long as the hole she fell through. She could barely see him now, he was just too quick. She thought of another question to throw at him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘I’M NEW?’” 

She saw him look back at her for a moment to send a teasing smile, only to then turn back as he picked up speed. She huffed as she grabbed at her annoyingly puffy skirt and continued to give chase. Light filled the tunnel as the end came into sight. He was too far ahead of her now, he made it out. He raced to the end of the hall, and stood a wall full of doors of all shapes and sizes. He was stopped, she could catch up. She heard something clattering, he was holding something. Keys. a large chain of them. He filed through each of them, until he held one up victoriously. 

Something metallic clattered against the floor. She wondered if he noticed. 

The woman so was close, practically inches away, but the rabbit had unlocked the door and slipped through, just in the knick of time. 

She slammed into the door, and thumped her fist on it out of frustration. She tried at the knob, but no luck. 

“HEY! COME BACK!” She pressed her face to the keyhole and yelled. She let out a huff, and stomped a foot on the ground. It landed unevenly. She lifted it to see a small, golden key underneath. She snatched it between her fingers. 

“HAH! HEY, YOU LOST A KEY! B-BUT IT’S MINE NOW! CAUSE-“ She called, confidence waining as she realized he probably didn’t hear her, or care. 

“Cause, I-! I Found it…” 

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That's all u get mwehehe you'll have to wait for the rest- also this one will have illustrations like my other fic

[snakegorl212006]

Welcome to your new home pt 2

Up the middle stairs,down the left hall, passing 3-4 doors there was,finally, the (favorite color) door with a colorful paper which says Welcome with a smiley face. I opened the door to my new room. It was beautiful, enchanting,but it’s eerie. Most of my things that were moved out of my old room were here and organized into their rightful places. While exploring the room getting familiar with my surroundings, there on the black wooden desk was another white envelope in similar fashion to the last one. Once opened it dropped a pen and one more key. Inside was also another letter

Hello again, If you find this, i suppose that means nothing happen so that’s fantastic :D Now I suppose I shall explain the rules and how your day to day life will be. Each day or every week you will be given a task to do in the form of notes or letters, if I'm feeling fancy. These letters will have tasks for you to do on that day. These tasks were meant for your entertainment but also to establish responsibilities in a fun way. Like everyone you too have to pull your weight,I don’t need any more lazy people. The task will vary from daily things like dishes or more prolonged things like simple wood collecting or more harder and optional tasks like gardening. I will have it written down what task is optional or not. I am confident that you will complete all required tasks. I wouldn't want to discipline you but if push dose come to shove, punishments will be enacted if you promptly refuse a required task,depending on what it is. Punishments for now will mostly revolve around your freedom and allowance. So no work, no money and NO freedom :) Now since you just arrived most of these tasks I’ll give today will be completely optional yet I do recommend. Who know when you’ll need these knowledge

1.explore the manor (optional) 2.explore outside of manor up to the gardens (Optional) 4.eat dinner(optional yet preferred to complete) 3. Add my phone number (required) 4.at 7pm enter the basement to get blood drawn(Required)

….. Am I in a cult!? Blood? Why Blood! I clutched on the paper as my eyes darted around to find some sort of answer but the only thing i found was the phone number at the bottom next to lord Vanrouge’s signature. I looked at the clock above in my room to see I only had 10 minutes left before traversing into the basement. I looked back at the paper with the phone number realizing that my questions might be answered if I text or call this guy. I plugged the number on my phone while saving the contacts for lord vanrouge. ‘

(Chat log)

Texting them doesn't help. All i got was some twisted form of comfort and a note not to be late. I sighed and tried to think positively. Maybe it’s for any health reasons, what if something happens so they have my blood in storage if I have an illness that is in need of a blood transfusion. Maybe it’s some secret condition I never knew I had. I looked up at the clock seeing I had 5 minutes left. Well I better find this basement.

The basement entrance was in an obvious place. On the left side of the middle stairs near the entrance was this ominous door which seems out of place due to the lavious interior decor…. But there was also a silly childish label saying  ‘Basement :D’  with pink blue yellow confetti drawings on it. I grabbed the handle and opened the door to see a dimly lit stairwell. Following the lights it lead me to a rusted metal door which was wide open. To a dark dungeon area. There were cells, chains hanging from walls yet it was unusually clean. As I continued down the dungeon, to the left of me, there was a medical bed and a person in a black cloak preparing tools. He turned around for me to see his glowing blueish- purple eyes. He moved out of the way invitingly to the medical room. I obloge and made my way over to the medical bed and lay down on it. The bed was surprisingly soft and not as hard as it looks. “How are you with needles?” a voice asked. I looked up to the cloaked man who glanced down at me. “Decent” I replied. He nodded and brushed his silver hair back. I guess he needs total concentration. The man puts on a pair of medical gloves before pulling out a large syringe and a wipe. “You have medical experience” I asked “a little…this is my first time doing it” he said as he felt a vein in my lower arm near my elbow area. “This might hurt” he said as I tense. He swiftly stabbed the syringe in my arm making me hiss. Blood is quickly drawn out though the tube to a large beaker “so….do you know what this blood drawn is for” i asked the man “I can’t tell you. Master’s orders” he replied “what about a name” I asked “Silver” he replied. Ok we’re getting somewhere “let me know if you feel sudden dizziness i can stop the machine” Silver spoke as he looks at the beaker. Slowly the beaker was filled. Once filled, he places a top on the beaker and place it aside, then he gently removes the needle and cleans it. After packing the materials up, he places a band aid on the wound. “Fa- lord vanrouge wants me to inform you dinner is ready in the dining room. The dining room is down the hall passed the basement to the right” silver spoke then he bows slightly “I hope you enjoy your stay” he concludes before leaving with the medical supply. I got up from the bed feeling slightly woozy but not to the point where I stumble all over the place. I guess the worst part is over but now I feel exhausted. Perhaps I’ll just eat was was made for me and go to sleep. I left the creepy dungeon and walked up the stairs and made my way to the dining room where a singular plate was.upon closer inspection, i recognized the meal to be (random dish) which was well made and cooked almost like it came from some fancy restaurant. I sat down and began eating. After I was done with my meal,I made my way back upstairs to my room and retired for the night.  

[haystarlight]

My ideas for what that quinceañera episode could have been (if we had it):

Luz and co have been back on Earth for a while and they have done nothing but spent all their time searching different ways on how to go back. They're barely sleeping and they're definitely not having any fun.

Camila takes one look at the calendar (Luz's birthday is in a week or 2) and another look at the kids and is like "¡A la Miércoles! You're taking a break from research and we're throwing you your quinceañera! We were talking about it before you left for camp and I'm telling you now; we're throwing you your darn party!"

Luz, to Camila's confusion, doesn't want a quinceañera and inmediately protests against it. But it's too late now because Gus and the others are already asking Camila what it is.

Camila gives the exposition, the kids all seem very excited. Luz still doesn't want to do the party, she wants to focus all her energy on getting back. Weirdly enough, Hunter is the one that convinces her that taking a break won't kill anyone.

Vee wants to invite her camp friends. They just say that Luz is her cousin and that Luz is a very common name in the family or some other stupid excuse.

Party planning montage with music!! Luz is reluctant the entire time. Everyone else is having fun.

Day of the party, everyone is getting ready but Luz has locked herself in her room. Amity knocks the door. Luz tries to lie to get her to leave but it doesn't work. She comes in... with Camila.

Amity: "You've been acting weird all week" Camila: "Last time we talked about the party, you were very excited about it, mija! Why don't you wanna go anymore?" Luz: "Because Eda and King are not here.... Hooty's not here, or Lilith, or Raine, or Bump or anyone else from Hexside or Amity's family or Gus and Willow's dads... All of them are back on the Boiling Isles suffering who knows what. I just feel cruel celebrating when we don't know if our loved ones are ok. There's nothing to celebrate."

Luz: "Truth is, I did fantasize about my party. A lot. But in all my fantasies, everyone was here. And it doesn't make sense if they're not."

Amity: "I think, if Eda was here, she'd want you to have fun for her and not work yourself to death trying to rescue everyone. This is not on you. It's not your responsibility to save everybody. It's not your fault and it's not your burden to carry alone." Camila: "And if you want to celebrate something, celebrate that you survived to fight another day. Celebrate that you were able to do the impossible time and time again. You've made it so far, you've learned and grown so much. You're a bright, brave young woman and you've accomplished so much more than I did at twice your age. You're worth celebrating, Lucecita."

Amity: "Now go get changed. The dancefloor is all set up and I need my dance partner." *Wink* Luz: *Blush*

They all get changed. Hunter is dressed like he's going to a funeral. Gus is wearing a sparkly blue tux. Willow's dress is yellow, with blue and green flowers. Amity's dress is red with little pink accents on it. Vee's dress is super plain, it's just yellow. All of their ears are covered by hats.

Huntlow see each other all dressed up and get butterflies. (Everyone sees, it's embarrassing)

Luz is going against tradition. It's different shades of purple, it's kinda like halfway between a suit and a dress. It has a cape. It looks like she's going to a renaissance fair. It's quintessential Luz.

Amity sees her and her jaw drops.

The party happens, everyone is having fun and dancing. Lumity are on the dancefloor. Luz: "Thank you for convincing me to go through with this. I love you." Amity: *Blush* "oh wow... I... I love you too, Batata."

Willow: "Hey, um... You wanna dance?" Hunter: "Oh I don't know how to dance." *Awkward silence* Hunter: "You could teach me?" *Holds out hand* Willow: "Oh yeah. Yeah, okay." *They go and dance together*

Luz sees Huntlow. Luz: "Hey, should we do something about those two?" Gus: "Nah, I'd rather just sit back and watch. It's more fun that way." Luz: "Hey!" Gus: "What?! It worked for you guys! Just let them take their time." Luz: "Yeah, you're right. We've got all the time in the world."

End of episode

[funky-bird]

do u have a specific color palette that u use or do u put a filter over it or smthn im curious :?

I’m not sure if this was in response to a specific piece of art or just like. In general lol but I will say generally I just bs colors that are muted or a little “weird” until it looks good. LOLLL here I can use the shiver as an exampleMaybe it would help and be fun if I got the speedpaint actually

For this specifically I did use an image for the colors but I edited it to make the colors look different. Specific things such as darkening it, making the saturation higher to make the colors pop a little more cause they’re farther apart, tinting it yellow, tinting it a little blue after that to mute them a little, things like that. But then even after I color pick from that image I will often change the colors a little more LOL things like making the black lighter and a little green, making the blue a bit more purple, making the white yellower etc. Specific thing I’ll do is SIMPLIFY COLOR PALETTES TOO!! All of the white parts are one white, all of the reds on shiver are the same, etc. The color I used for the light highlights on the hair and shawl is the same color as the shaded white! Even a lot of colors on the props are color picked from other colors I already used!

If I’m struggling to get colors to look good (like I did with this for a bit, there was a lot of undoing!) I find using an image ref but just bullshitting it until it looks different makes me happy LOL I like colors that are muted and I like things that feel tinted more warm or yellower. As of late I’ve been OBSESSED with using this sort of bright light yellowish greenish in place of white, some of my recent favorites use it!

More pronounced in some than others.

Also big thing I’ve been doing lately is using shading to exaggerate colors! Going back to shiver using a more cyan for the lighting on the hair really makes it pop and connects it back to other warmer colors, using greener shading on the white looks nice, etc. Shading is fun :^)

Hope this helped!

[thaliaisalesbian]

i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 13: it's the last thing you wanted

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15

Nancy watches the boys—her boys, she can think that in the privacy of her own mind—sleep for a few minutes before she carefully untangles herself from them and crawls out of bed.

"Would've thought you three would be in there a while longer." Hopper raises an eyebrow at her. As if he doesn’t know that the door was open and that Steve is in no way cleared for pretty much any… physical activity.

"They're asleep." She grabs her bag from where she left it at the door. "I have something for Steve in here."

"Flowers?" Hopper asks, sarcastically, but El either ignores that or just doesn’t pick up on it. 

"I think Steve would like flowers." She says, gravely. "Maybe purple or blue ones. When Max paints our nails, he always picks purple or blue. But maybe that is because she doesn’t have yellow."

“Well, you’ll have to make sure you tell Nancy and Jonathan just what Steve likes, then.” Hopper says. Nancy can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s humoring El. “Right now, though, you know it’s time for your chores. You’ve been getting out of some of them lately because Steve’s here.”

El pouts at him for a minute before she walks off; if the boys weren’t asleep, she’d probably be stomping.

“That girl.” Hopper shakes his head fondly. “What is it you’re getting for Steve, then?”

She holds up the cards.

“Helping him study? He won’t be back at school for a while yet.”

“Not exactly.” Nancy’s not sure how much she wants to tell Hopper about this. He’s probably picked up on some of it, but she doesn’t know if Steve has said anything to him outright. “More like something Jonathan and I wanted to say to him that ended up coming out unexpectedly.”

And Steve had asked to see them. Even if he’d meant it as a joke, and she doesn’t believe he did, she’d still get them out for him.

“Does it have anything to do with all the kissing you three were doing earlier?” Hopper pulls out a chair, and she realizes he intends to have an actual conversation about this.

She’s going to die of embarrassment before this is over, she’s pretty sure. The only way this could get worse is if her parents showed up.

“Yeah.”

“I hope I don’t have to warn you to watch yourselves in public.”

That’s something else they’ll have to talk about. Right now, people know she and Jonathan are dating, so it would make sense for them to be paired off publicly.

But she doesn’t want to leave Steve out of it, no matter what people will say. It’s too dangerous, period, for Steve and Jonathan to pair off. It’s almost certain that one if not both of them would be hunted down for it.

Sure, if word gets around that ‘all-American good girl’  Nancy Wheeler is dating two boys, there will be gossip. Mom will have to make excuses at church, and the leash she’s got Nancy on will only tighten. But dating around isn’t uncommon, even if it's not something she’s known for.

Even a good girl has to have fun, right?

“We haven’t gotten that far yet.” Is what she says. It doesn’t matter with Steve laid up like he is, anyway. “People already know we’re friends. Everyone talks where they think we can’t hear them, but very few people have outright asked about Steve. They know we know something, though.”

They haven’t kept up with their normal routines at all. Jonathan’s stopped going to the darkroom, her pieces for the school paper have been short lately. That alone is an indicator that something’s very wrong.

“Well, talk it over with them. Not today, but soon enough.” Nancy rolls her eyes. Of course she’s going to…and she’s not just saying that this time.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m not your dad. I’m not going to make you talk. While you’re up, though, I don’t suppose your parents know where you are?”

“They do, they’re just not happy about it. Especially my mom. She thinks I’m setting a bad example for Holly by constantly being around boys.” As if Holly is actually paying attention to where Nancy’s going, and who she’s going with.

And Holly won’t be a teenager for another ten years. Dating culture might have changed some by then. Her social life will probably look entirely different.

“Anything else on your mind, Wheeler?” Hopper doesn’t quite look at her when he asks, and Nancy realizes that this is just as awkward for him as it is for her.

“No,” Not that she’d like to discuss with him, anyway. “I’m okay.”

For the first since Steve got trapped in the Upside Down, she can believe those words when she says them.

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“Nance, I hope you don’t have plans this weekend. You and Jon, I mean.” Steve’s on his crutches, waiting for her just inside the door. He kisses her once and then pulls back.

“You’re up!” She drops her bag; she’d planned on getting homework done, but it’s not as if she can’t ask for an extension.

“I’m up.” He grins at her. “Infection and fever-free. Owens said they might be able to take the stitches in my side out sometime next week. But for now, I’m allowed to move around again.”

“He can go outside now, Nancy.” El pipes up. “But not with just me.”

“She’s been pretty pissed about that all day.” Steve stage-whispers.

“I can lift you into the air! You would not fall over and hurt yourself if I was there.”

“It’s not you, El, I promise.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s pretty hard to use crutches in the woods, and there aren’t any paths around here.”

“Hmm.” El’s face scrunches together. “I will tell Hopper that we need to make you a path. Then we can go out.”

Nancy doesn’t think that’s going to fly with Hopper, but El can pick her battles.

“My mom wants me to go to a church dinner on Saturday night, but that’s it.” She tells Steve. “And Jonathan is working on Sunday.”

He’d stopped, for a while. The Byers had had some extra money from the government, even after they’d put most of it away. And then with Steve missing… well, he’d wanted to wait to start working again.

Nancy’s pretty sure that most of what he keeps from his paychecks—because she knows he slips some of it to Joyce, no matter what her feelings are on the matter—is going to go towards dates and surprises for them.

“Then Saturday morning is perfect.” Steve’s practically vibrating. “It’s going to be hard not kissing both of you, though.”

“I know.” They’re spoiled right now, she knows, tucked away in Hopper’s cabin as they have been. “But it will be worth it. We’ll still get to spend time together.”

“Will it make things worse for you? At school?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said Tommy’s been talking to you.”

“Yeah, and everyone else has been talking behind our backs. You’re the hottest topic of the school, right now. 

“Maybe it’d be better if we didn’t do anything, then.” Steve closes his eyes for a minute. “I don’t want people harassing you for information or anything.”

“We can handle it, Steve. What else did Owens say?”

“That going outside would be good for me, but it’s not going to be easy getting around out here. So going somewhere else is really our only option.”

“Steve,” She can’t take his hand, because he needs them, but she touches the back of his hand lightly. “Do you have a list of the things you’d like to do most?”

“Yes!” El grabs a piece of paper from the table. “I helped him write it.” She must mean that literally; Steve’s familiar handwriting is nowhere to be seen.

“Then you let Jonathan and I worry about it. And about ourselves.” Nancy says, firmly. Steve had planned most, if not all, of their dates before, and she and Jonathan haven’t gone out in the same way she and Steve used to.

They’re all going to have to adjust a little. She scans the list when El hands it to her, relieved to find that she recognizes most of the places and activities. What she doesn’t know, Jonathan probably will.

“Are you sure? You and Jonathan would be okay with that?”

If people talk, they talk. It’s not like Jonathan hasn’t been at the center of that whirlwind before; she has, too.

And Steve’s been the center of so many rumors that she couldn’t tell you half of them. 

They'll be able to handle it.

"I'm sure." She leans over to kiss his cheek, careful not to unbalance him. "We'll be okay, I promise. Now go sit down."

"But I can finally move around again, Nancy!"

"And what are the limits Owens and Irene set for you?" Knowing him, he’s going to be pushing them all now.

It's good to see him up, it's good to see him happy.

"Steve." El’s got her hands on her hips, and Nancy has to fight to keep her face straight. There’s no way she didn't pick that up from Steve. "Hop said you need to supervise while I make food."

"This is just a ploy to make me sit down." Steve says.

"No, I am making food, and you are supervising. Nancy can be the taste-tester today."

"What? You're taking away my taste-testing privileges? See if I make you dessert again."

"You will." Nancy picks her bag back up and sits at the table with Steve. El's making pasta, it looks like.

"Don't you have homework?" Steve nudges her lightly. "You can taste-test while you do your homework. Hey, maybe I can read over your shoulder."

“That would involve you standing, I’ll just read my notes out loud.” Between Steve and El asking questions about what she’s reading, Nancy only gets about halfway done with one assignment, but she doesn’t mind. This is the most fun she’s had doing homework in a long time.

Joyce reminds herself, for the fifth time in ten minutes, that the rowdy kids in her backseat aren't purposefully trying to be distracting, they're just really excited.

And they get loud when they're excited.

She'd been speaking very quietly on the phone with Jim, just a whisper, but Will is very practiced in listening in on her conversations (and Jonathan’s, she assumes, but she’s never caught him at it.) He'd overheard that Steve is up and walking with crutches, and immediately got on his walkie to share the news.

Jonathan and Nancy are sure to be in for a lecture when the kids realize they've known for a few days.

Jim had still been cautious—evidently all of his crutching around the small cabin had completely wiped Steve out for the first few days as he got used to being up and moving again.

She almost wants to tell Jonathan that the date he and Nancy think they’re planning discreetly can be done at their house. She and Will can clear out for a while, maybe even the whole night.

But before that… she doesn’t know everything, Jonathan hadn't told her and Steve had shut down. That night, the other week, when she'd gotten to the cabin to find Jonathan rambling, Steve crying—or at least he had been, even if he wasn’t still—and a broken bowl, something shifted after that with the three of them. If Jim knows, he hasn't said anything to her.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping to talk to Steve soon. He’d been understandably embarrassed when she’d had to change out his catheter, but now that they’re (hopefully) through the worst of it, she’s going to have to find a time when the kids aren’t all over him to talk to him.

“Steve!” Dustin knocks him down almost immediately. El gets there before she does, shoving Dustin back and off of Steve. 

“NO!” Steve gets himself sitting up while El stands guard. “If you make Steve fall again, I will make you fall. Off of a cliff.”

“El, don’t do that.” Steve says. “Dustin didn’t mean to. He probably didn’t realize how unstable I am on crutches.”

“You are on crutches. He should have known better.”

Joyce has to give this one to El. Dustin should have known better. He’s still a child, but not so young that he doesn’t know how crutches work.

The rest of the kids gather around in a half-circle, El eyeing them all carefully as they kneel to hug Steve where he’s still sitting on the ground. 

“Hey, Ms. Byers.” Steve gives her a little half-grin. “Any chance you could pull me up? Hop’s not gonna be back for a few hours.”

So, Jim’s graduated to Hop and she’s still Ms. Byers? That’s going to have to change. Can’t let Jim have all the fun.

“Of course, sweetie.”

“El, why don’t you show everyone that new trick you learned? Ms. Byers and I might be a minute.” El doesn't protest, unlike the others. Max, Dustin, and Lucas are unsurprisingly the loudest.

“Call me Joyce. I mean it.” She fixes him with a look as she takes his hands, bracing to pull him up.

“I…” He bites his lip, not hard enough to bleed, not yet, anyway. “So you know how I’m like, kind of dating Nancy and Jonathan now?”

Well, she hadn’t, but honestly she can’t say she’s too surprised. Nancy and Jonathan had been more attentive than she’d expected them to be, what with Steve being Nancy’s ex-boyfriend and all.

“This is probably a hard time to start a relationship.” Joyce chooses her words carefully. She doesn’t know what reaction Steve is expecting out of her, especially as he thought she already knew. “But if anyone can manage it, it’s you three.”

“That’s… not what I mean, exactly. But you don’t mind?”

“I’ve rescued my son from an alternate dimension and fought creatures that shouldn’t exist, you, Nancy, and Jonathan dating isn’t exactly a concern. Unless you don’t want to be dating them?” If that’s the case, and Steve’s coming to her to ask for her advice in gently breaking it off with them, she doesn’t think she’ll know what to say.

But he continues without her prompting, this time.

“So, like, the day I got stuck… I overheard them talking about me. And basically I thought they hated me that entire time. And until like, last week. I thought they were just being nice, or it was pity or guilt or something. And then they told me I heard them all wrong and they actually like me, really like me, and it’s fun and I like them too, but I don’t—” he trails off, and she watches as he has to fight back tears. If she weren’t already steadying him, she’d hug him. “I don’t know if I can believe them. I don’t think they were lying, but Nancy broke up with me for a reason, you know? And she and Jonathan were together before we actually broke up. I just don’t get it. Why would Nancy want to come back to me when she’s the one who ended things in the first place? Why does Jonathan want to date me at all? Why do they even care this much?”

Maybe it’s time Joyce starts sitting Jonathan down weekly again and getting a rundown of his week. He’d complained and refused to tell her anything the last year of her doing so, when he’d been a freshman, so she’d let it go. He’s usually good about coming to her, if she doesn’t catch that something’s wrong and gently pry it out of him first.

“I don’t want to get hurt again.” Steve whispers, and it’s so, so quiet.

“Steve, you don’t have to give them a second chance.” She says, softly. Based on how they’ve behaved lately, Jonathan and Nancy would be wrecks over it. For all that she wants to save them that hurt, she can’t tell Steve to go along with a relationship he doesn’t want. “You don’t have to date either of them.”

“I know, I know that. I want to want to. If it’d been longer, I might have fallen out of love with Nancy eventually, but it hasn’t happened yet. And I like Jonathan, too.”

Joyce thinks for a minute. When Nancy had stopped into the store, her advice had been easy to find, and easier to give. Now her well seems to have dried up.

“I want it to be easy.” Steve looks like he wants to hide, but the way they’re standing makes that impossible. “Usually, it’s so easy to decide if I want to be in a relationship or not. I don’t know why it’s so different this time. I like them both, so I should want it, right?”

“The stakes are higher here, and I think you know that.” Joyce knows all too well how the rumor mill of a small town works. “You wouldn’t be dating a girl—at least, you wouldn’t be dating just a girl.”

“I know. And only one of us could be seen dating Nancy, and we’d have to be so careful. I don’t know… I don’t know if it’s worth it to even try.” He finally meets her eyes. “What do you think you would do?”

What would she do? At his age, she might have done it anyway. Run off, if that’s what it took. She’d been the talk of the town long before she’d married Lonnie. Her reputation hadn’t been one for sleeping around, but she’d had her own share of rumors.

“It would depend on what I was scared of,” She starts. “Jim will tell you that I didn’t care much for my reputation at your age, that what the town would say would barely cross my mind. If I liked two people, and they liked me, I would just—go for it. But you, Nancy, and Jonathan have a more complicated history. They’ve hurt you before, however unintentionally. I wouldn’t be quick to just jump right in, I think. I might still want to try, but I wouldn’t want to start the same way.” She pauses, wanting to think her next words over. She doesn’t know what Steve’s past relationships have been like; how many girls he’s dated long term.

“Trying would be hard. It’d be scarier than anything else, I think. I didn’t date much, so that would have scared me, too. I’d be worried about getting everything right. We’d have to talk a lot, of course, but that’s something I wasn’t great at in high school. Not about the things that worried me, at least.” Steve looks… relieved? She doesn’t know how to describe the emotion that briefly flashes on his face.

"If you're looking for me to tell you what to do… I'd say that you should talk to them. I like to think that I know Jonathan pretty well," that gets him to crack a smile, "and I know that he wouldn't have started a relationship with you if he and Nancy both didn't like you.”

She doesn’t know if she’s actually helped, but some of the tension in Steve’s shoulders is gone. Just in time, too, because what El was doing to distract the other kids seems to have run its course.

“Why are you still out here? I thought you were coming inside!” Dustin yells from the open doorway, as though they wouldn’t hear him if he spoke normally.

“We’re coming in now, Dustin. You’ll have to forgive an old woman for her need to reminisce.” She winks at Steve, keeping it out of Dustin’s eyeline.

“You’re not old, Ms. Byers—Joyce.” Steve says.

“My knees say otherwise.”

And so does her back, later on, when she has to half-carry all of the kids to the car. But the fact that they’re so exhausted only shows how much Steve has healed up, even if he still has a long way to go, so she’s not going to complain.

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Jackson Jekyll’s Journal (2011)- Wave 4

{Go to the bottom of the page for the actual Diary images}

Black/Green- Jackson Jekyll

Orange- Holt Hyde

This Journal Belongs to:

Jackson Jekyll

Yes, I do mind if you read my journal.

Name: Jackson Jekyll

School: Monster High

On September 9…

So it turns out I’m a monster. Well part-time monster actually, which leaves me pretty much full-time confused. It’s not like I didn’t know that mom and dad were both monsters. The first time I saw mom’s Hyde side come out was when I was 5 and we were visiting my dad’s side of the family. Some of the little neighborhood monsters decided that they were going to play “kick the can” only they were going to use me as the can. Every time I tried to run home they blocked my way and pushed me down. I started crying and then they really started making fun of me. Then all of a sudden I heard this roar and there was my mom. Even though it didn’t look like her I knew it was and honestly all I could think was, “Why mother, what big muscles you have.” Needless to say I never had any problem with the local monsters again. Dad’s a fire elemental of course and I grew up playing with Heath so I was never afraid of monsters. I just didn’t think any monster heritage had passed on to me. When I asked mom and dad if they knew me and Holt were the same person they said, “Of course we knew you and Holt were the same person- we’re your parents; now finish your breakfast or you’ll be late for school.” Well thanks for clearing that up for me mom and dad. Cause you know it’s not like having that little bit of information would have been helpful at all. Good thing I’m past those awkward teenage years where news like this could really have a negative impact on my psyche. (Ooh- sarcasm I like it.) HH

On September 12…

I had to go to the mad scientist, I mean mad pediatrician, today. Mom says that until I’m an adult I need to continue seeing him because he has the most experi-ence dealing with growing monsters. I feel fine but mom and dad are worried because what triggers my trans-formation to Holt has changed. It used to be loud music, I think. The waiting room was almost empty except for a mother werewolf and two young cubs. While mom filled out paperwork I sat down and tried to find something to read that wasn’t chewed, gooed or covered in monster germs. Then I heard one of the werewolf cubs say, “Mommy! Is that a normie?” “Yes honey, don’t stare.” “Is he going to eat us?” I could tell that she was embarrassed so I said, “No way- I’m totally allergic to werewolf it makes me sneeze- ACHOO!” The cubs eyes got really wide and then she started laughing, “Aw that’s not true.” Then she held up her foot and said, “I can tie my shoe!” I said, “That’s amazing, can you show me how?” The werewolf mom relaxed too and it turns out she’s related to Clawd’s family. Pretty soon a lab assistant appeared, “Jackson Jekyll?” She led us back to a room and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Then, “The wait.” Which means sitting on the crinkly paper covered exam table forever and wondering what would happen if I started playing with the instruments laying in the exam room and the doctor walked in. Anyway just about the time I work up enough courage to start picking up some of the cooler looking instruments laying on the counter I hear the mad pediatrician pulling my chart and the door opens. He’s wearing a lab coat with purple vampire ducks and his stethoscope cover is a fuzzy yellow dragon-head. I’m sure it calms the younger monsters but it scares the normie out of me. He gets right down to business though and tells us that the volatile nature of my elemental side + my Hyde heritage + being a teenager = constant change. He said that the trigger would probably change again before I reach adulthood. Then he gave me a lollypop, scheduled me for another test and said he wanted to see me again in three months. Now I’m worried about what the trigger is going to change to next. What if it’s showers? Would it be worth giving them up for the rest of high school just so I can have my own life? (Not unless you want your new nickname to be “Stinky”) HH

On September 21…

It seems like I spent the first part of my life wishing I was a monster and now that I am maybe now I wish I wasn’t. (Well you’re stuck with it now) HH When I was spend-ing all that time trying to get Draculaura to bite me so I could become a vampire I never really thought about anything except wanting to fit in with all the other monsters. Now the part of me that fits in doesn’t even get to enjoy it. (Whine much?) HH It’s like the worst of both worlds and now I don’t fit in anywhere at all. We’re all supposed to meet with Mr. D’Eath, the school guidance counselor, this week. Wonder if I’ll need to make two appointments (Lame- I already know what I’m going to be… FAMOUS!) HH

On September 23…

So I had my appointment with Mr. D’Eath today and it started out about as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Turns out he’d never counseled a “normie” and it seemed like he didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, he mostly just spent a lot of time squeezing one of those stress balls made to look like a cartoon character with eyes that bugged out when you squeezed it. It was pretty distracting especially when I realized it was a cartoon “normie”. The squeezing wasn’t nearly as distracting as his “throat clearing” which kind of sounded like a hand full of marbles being run through a garbage disposal. I kept trying to figure out how he made that noise because he doesn’t really even have a throat as far as I can tell he’s pure skeleton. He must have flipped through my permanent record ten times before he finally said: “So you see Hackson… I mean Jackson, the career opportunities for normies in the monster world are somewhat er…um…(sound of marbles being run through the disposal again) limited. There’s monster Hunter, monster hunter’s assistant, mad scientist, ooh hunch-back! You don’t happen to have a hump do you? No? Bad luck there then. Ah hah! How about Monster/Normie relations expert? (Figured it’d be something where the wardrobe is even less cool than what you wear now) HH Well that was something I certainly knew a little something about. I had an old coach back in the normie world that used to always say, “Play to your strengths Jackson, play to your strengths.” So Mr. D’Eath loaded me down with college brochures and rushed me out of his office. I think both of us were glad it was over.

On October 8…

Finally took that test my mad pediatrician set up for me. It turned out to be a test to determine the type and volume of music that brings out Holt. So I sat in a soundproof booth wearing headphones while a technician played music at different volumes and with different time signatures. I made it through waltzes, marches, polka and chamber music but I don’t remember what he played next. (That’s when he started playing the good stuff.) HH Anyway, the results of the test isolated the trigger; music with a 4/4 time signature played in excess of 90 decibels. You know what’s good about this? Me neither.

On November 2

It seems now that every monster knows Holt and me are the “same” person/monster I don’t get hassled as much for being a “normie”. Not that it makes any difference to Manny Taur since he pretty much wants to bully down on any creature who’s smaller than he is. When he first started picking on me I stood up to him cause once a bully knows he can push you around he’ll never stop, but Deuce finally took me aside and said, “Listen bro-you’ve won a lot of respect standing up to Manny and don’t take this the wrong way but…” Apparently Manny was waiting for the right time to mash me like a slow matador. I kept waiting for it to happen but it never did. In fact it seemed like Manny was purposely avoiding me for some reason. It was almost like some monster had said something to him. (Yeah- wonder who that could have been?) HH

On November 15…

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood asked for “volun-teers” to help with the middle school carnival fund-raiser so Deuce and I volunteered for set up and take down duty. It was cool and we didn’t have to dress up like clowns or sit in the dunk tank. We set up tents, carried boxes then hung out and waited for everything to be over. We checked out some of the other booths too cause we had plenty of time to kill. Venus and Draculaura were doing face painting; Rochelle was teaching monsters how to build sand castles, some of which would have looked pretty good if they hadn’t been built next to Rochelle’s sand cathedral with working bell tower and miniature gargoyles. The best though was the stunt Robecca performed. She flew over the carnival a couple of times to get every monster’s attention then flew straight up until it sounded like her rocket boots stalled and she came streaking back toward the ground like a falling star. A huge gasp went up from the crowd as it looked like she was going to crash then she fired her rockets back up and totally buzzed the crowd less than 20 feet off the ground! It was so awesome I actually gave Holt a chance to see her second perfor-mance. (Thanks dude- it was totally rockin’ and I would have been bummed if I didn’t get to see it) HH When the carnival was over we helped take everything down and all the volunteers went to hang out at the Coffin Bean. It was dark by then and I would have missed out on that part of the fun if things were the same as they used to be. Still hoping I won’t have to give up showers someday though. (That makes both of us “Stinky”) HH

About Me

Name: Jackson Jekyll

Age: 16

Monster Parent: Dr. Jekyll

Killer Style: I like sweater vests and plain styles that are neat, orderly and buttoned down. It may seem a little quiet and dull but the last thing I need in my life is more loud and flashy.

Freaky Flaw: My dual nature makes it impossible for me to know if any plan I make is ever going to come together. It’s not that I don’t try, but it’s like a total creep shoot whether or not I’ll actually be where I’m supposed to be, when I’m supposed to be there.

Pet: Crossfade, a chameleon. He can blend into any situation and never call attention to himself.

Favorite Activity: I’m actually pretty athletic, not like werewolf athletic of course, but I like playing basketball- I mean casketball- and video games.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Music with a 4/4 beat played at 90+ decibels. It causes me to lose my short-term memory and my long-term dignity.

Favorite School Subject: Mad Science. I don’t know why; guess it’s just in my blood.

Least Favorite School Subject: Physical Deaducation during dodge ball week.

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Food: Macaroni and cheese.

BFF’s: Frankie Stein and Deuce Gorgon