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idkanametoputhere · 1 year

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Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

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two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

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dearestones · 9 months

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The Perils of Being Better than Everyone Else (Idia Shroud and Yuu)

Warnings: The Prefect is described as being shorter and smaller than Idia, gamer lingo, Idia’s poor self esteem combined with his arrogance.

@fjshii Request: Hello lovely! :)

I was wondering if I could make a request? There's something that's been rotating in my head :) Of course, I just want to emphasize the fact that this is a very casual ask!!! If you're working on other projects or just honestly don't feel like it then yes!!! Perfect :) I am in 100% support 😌😌😌 I enjoy whatever's on the table <3 But yes!!! I just wanted to say that! It was important :)

As for the actual request lol, I was wondering about a twst scenario with one of the boys teaching Yuu how to tie a tie? I just think it could be very sweet :) or hilarious if depending on who we're talking about. Whoever out of the cast is fine! :) I'm just hoping one of the students instead of the faculty (and oddly enough, not Vil please LMAO he just fits the bill a bit too much? if that's okay😂), but honestly, yeah, wherever your gut takes you. I also think this could be a really fun way to test out some characters we haven't seen from you yet before their debut in Caged Birds :)

Anywho! Yes! Only if you really want :) I hope you're having an enjoyable week, and thanks for all you share! :) <3

Dying on the inside certainly wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen to Idia, but it was definitely one of the top five sensations that he wished he didn't have to live with on a day to day basis. It was a feeling that had plagued him for a long time now, but it seemed that the occurrence of such a feeling seemed to happen with higher frequency after he had first started attending Night Raven College. It didn't take long to amass data points and map it out onto a graph: the points were clear and simple.

Out of everyone else in that hallowed institution, Idia Shroud was a being 'other' than the rest of them.

Yes, there were students who sported fangs. There were those who were blessed (or perhaps even cursed) with furry ears and tails. Others still had pointed ears and a longevity that most mortals would have killed for.

However, among the treasure trove of such eccentricities, Idia was by far one of the strangest.

It was quite obvious, with the flaming hair and the inevitable display of the veritable knives that rose from his gums, that Idia would be singled out as 'strange'.

Well, that was all relative when one had to consider that there was even a student from another world! It was an interesting phenomenon and Idia was sure that there would be more of a hubbub around that student’s origins, but surprisingly, there wasn’t any. At least, Idia hadn’t observed any sort of curious reactions from any NRC students. Then again, he could relate. After all, while the magicless student definitely had main character vibes, they were not as noteworthy as other famous individuals at the school like royalty, child prodigies, and the like.

So, you would think that having a person with main character vibes would give them plot armor, but…

One should not underestimate the power of SSR Problematic Children, especially those who had orchestrated their own boss battles.

The incident happened when Idia had been busy getting a drink from one of the vending machines that was situated in one of the hallways of the school. On this particular school day, he had been tasked with the brunt of a presentation and because it had been weeks since he had set foot into an actual classroom, his professor had requested that he attend in real life. Idia tried to put up a fight (read: he had begged and pleaded via email), but his professor had cited the rubric’s requirements and that it was a mandatory project that needed his presence. Needless to say, despite the fight in Idia, he had ended up folding the instant he thought he read an irritated tone in the email correspondence.

(Idia would have definitely shown up the professor considering that the subject he was required to present was basically the fundamentals to understanding the integration of magic into technology, but decided to let the matter go.

He was merciful like that and he was above such triviality).

When the time came, Idia felt himself sweating buckeyes and burrowing into the safety of his hooded jacket. Why did the entire world have to be composed of extraverts? Thankfully, during the presentation, his partner had taken the reins, which meant that the Ignihyde Housewarden didn’t have to speak as much as he thought he would. It may or may not be because of the contingency plan he had constructed back when he was a lowly first year. (That is to say, Idia made sure to send a copy of the presentation and notes to his partner beforehand).

As always, his plan worked because, after all, he was a genius.

So, after a lengthy class session that involved Idia pretending to listen to his peers drone on and on about their presentations (most of which were either not well researched or as well presented…and sometimes, it was a combination of both) while he was surreptitiously playing games on his phone, Idia was thirsty. It wasn’t like he had talked much, but effort was still effort, even if it wasn’t at his one hundred percent.

And besides—

Precipice Moirai had teamed up with a lesser known energy drink that Idia had yet to taste. After having checked out the reviews, it was a widespread opinion that the energy drink wasn’t all too dissimilar to others of its kind. The taste wasn’t too remarkable and wasn’t well worth the hype except for the members of the famed idol group plastering their faces upon the tin.

To say that Idia was annoyed was an understatement. Even if Premo had teamed up with a drink that didn’t taste good, that didn’t mean that fans should turn their backs against their beloved idols! Honestly, what sort of fans were they to talk such pessimistic sentiments about something that they didn’t have to buy? Idia was loyal and he was going to drink at least one can.

And for those weirdos who left such disparaging comments on the forums… Let’s just say that they were going to be in for a treat when they finally logged back on.

As Idia punched in the correct combination that would release the sweet, sugary nectar into his waiting grasp, he heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Even if it was from a distance, he felt himself shrink a little in his oversized hoodie and his hands trembled in anxiety. Out of everyone else in this school, no other SSR Problematic Child could appear so cute and unassuming, only to reveal that he himself was as much of a problem as his contemporaries.

Riddle Rosehearts.

A taskmaster to the core, the infamous Teapot Tyrant of Heartslabyul was busy berating a first year while Idia could only watch in detached horror. Fascinatingly enough, the first year only looked faintly amused by Riddle’s seemingly heated tirade. Now that Idia thought about it (from the safety of the bulky vending machine), Riddle hadn’t raised his voice or shouted his Unique Magic. Yes, the Taskmaster had been gradually mellowed out because of his Overblot (sadly, the experience hadn’t given Riddle a debuff when it came to his perfunctory nature), but Idia had only observed from hearsay and the off chance he decided to note Riddle’s behavior during meetings.

The change wasn’t drastic, but it reminded Idia of the character development for one of the villains in a manga series he had read a few years’ ago. A scary thought to be sure. There was no way Idia could try to compare the intricacies of an award winning manga to the messiness of human nature, but the fact that he had thought of it! For a mere second!

Ughhhh… 2D was always better than 3D.

Before the Ignihyde Housewarden could suffer another meltdown that paled in comparison to the ire he felt at the idea of partnering with someone for a school project, he became all too aware that he was no longer alone at the vending machine. Now, Idia was no macho man (the S.T.Y.X. situation had certainly taught him that much), but he would rather go down into the depths of Tartarus or give access to his laptop without restriction to his mother before saying that he shrieked upon the realization.

Yes, he will admit that he emitted a high pitched sound and jumped a foot in the air at the scare.

But still.

It was nothing more than an excited exhalation of air.

Nothing more.

“Oh, gosh! Sorry about that, Idia! I thought you noticed me since I saw you watching Riddle and I earlier!” The Prefect’s voice was not as grating or as needlessly loud as some of the other students at this school—in fact, it was rather soft and apologetic—but Idia had to bury the urge to cover their mouth with his hands. (No way was he going to risk contaminating his gaming hands with someone who never heard of Premo before!)

Plus…

Taskmaster Riddle could be still lying in wait for the next person to scold!

“Q-quiet down!” Idia’s tablet may have generated his voice, but it clearly conveyed the urgency and the volume that Idia’s vocal cords would have produced. “The world may be okay with catering to the whims of the extraverted, but as an introvert, I will not bow to such societal pressures.”

The Prefect cocked their head to the side and gave Idia one long, hard look.

“For sure. Fight the power, Idia.”

Did he raise his friendship meter with the Prefect? Not that he wanted to, the Prefect was calming to talk to on most days, but that didn’t mean that they were exempt from the disease known as “sociability”. Idia didn’t do that.

“So… is that any good?”

Idia was about to ask what the Prefect meant by that question before realizing that he was still holding the energy drink (unopened). Ah, he had yet to fulfill today’s daily quest.

Idia shrugged, feeling a little bit foolish as he regarded his loot. A part of him wanted to run away or shrink into his hoodie, but it would be too troublesome to rule up the Prefect because once you piqued the Prefect’s interest, bad things happened.

Like Riddle mellowing out.

Or Leona actually taking initiative.

Or Azul—No, he hadn’t changed a bit. A shady businessman to his core, that one.

Whatever the case, Idia was so busy trying to come up with an exit strategy to leave ASAP (he had an afternoon campaign and he was AFK for too long!) that he nearly missed the Prefect’s little sigh.

HAD HE OFFENDED THEM BECAUSE HE HAD SPENT TOO MUCH TIME THINKING?

Utter madness, why did anyone willingly submit themselves to the horrors of etiquette and good manners? The rules of polite society never made that much sense to him…

“Gosh, I wish I could have some of that.” When did the Prefect step closer to inspect the can? “But if Riddle catches me overloading on sugar again, he’s going to make me help ADeuce with dressing up the flamingos for midmorning croquet.”

Three years and Heartslabyul was a puzzle that Idia was not hard pressed to solve. RIP, GG to the n00bs who thought that Heartslabyul was one of the nicer dorms.

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

“I know he means well, but he’s not my dad, right?”

There was a note of ruefulness in the Prefect’s voice that Idia was quick to note, but just as quickly discarded because no. Absolutely not. No, he was not going to get roped up into the Prefect’s problems. He had Board Game Club following the events of the winter holidays and Azul was quick to complain about the destruction done to his restaurant! (There was also the Scarabia Overblot, but not many people talked about it unless you were a Scarabian and offended on Kalim’s behalf, but that was another matter entirely).

“And you know what else?” Was the Prefect still talking? Sevens, the Prefect was still talking! Was Idia’s blatant discomfort not enough to dissuade further social interaction? Or had Idia unlocked a secret achievement: meeting a sassy, sadistic Prefect? “He told me that I needed to start tying my ties because he won’t do them for me anymore! I can do them, I just like it when he does it because his knots are perfect and I feel like an honor student.”

Idia was going to regret this later (in hindsight, he could have ended that conversation then and there by agreeing with the Prefect and then saying that he had plans to do! because! he! had! a! campaign!), but he piped up, sardonic judgment in his voice, “So that thing around your neck is Riddle’s doing?”

“This gorgeous thing?” The Ramshackle Prefect patted their tie that had been so horrible crumpled and knotted into a sad mass of fabric that looked like it wanted to be a tie, but was weighed down with too much responsibility. Like child support. Taxes. And maybe vehicular manslaughter. Or you know, weighing down your future with expectations that you had to fulfill because of your lineage. “You know, you have the same look Riddle gave me when he saw me earlier. It’s like… he was so amazed by my mad skills that he had no choice but to stare. A total loss for words!”

“You…” Gloomurai abort. Gloomurai. Abort. Gloomurai! Abort! “You need help.”

Scratch that, Idia needed help.

Send dudes! Send the troops!

Call in the reinforcements!

Sevens, screw his thoughts regarding internet anonymity! Send in Muscle Red!!!

He needed an adult!

(Yes, he was technically not a minor anymore, but he needed an adultier adult!)

“Um…”

“Shhh!”

Idia huffed a little to himself as he looked at the length of the Prefect’s tie, the fabric somewhat wrinkled and worn from their attempts to make some sort of bow around their neck. For reasons that Idia could not quite fathom, the conversation right after he had noted how much the Prefect sucked at tying their tie had resulted in this.

(“You’re such a total n00b! ROTFLOL. No wonder the Taskmaster himself singled you out! In fact, I wonder why the final boss from Pomefiore hasn’t talked to you yet!”

“Oh, Vil? He did.”

“And?” Idia hadn’t meant to ask, but his curiosity was piqued. Thr Ignihyde Housewarden managed to evade his fellow third year because of their differing class schedules, but that didn’t mean he did not have his fair share of scoldings.

“He told me that poor little potatoes like me needed to get tended to better. Whatever that meant.”

Lucky! Usually, Vil would have had Idia on the ropes, fighting for his life, while Vil threatened to throw toner, moisturizer, and other beauty products at him. Pfffttt, as if the family curse wasn’t already doing wonders to his body.

“Ha! I definitely could do better than you!”

“Oh really?” Oh. Oh no. Whenever normies looked like that, it could mean only one thing: trouble. “Why don’t you show me how?”

Say no.

Idia say no.

Idia say—

“You’ll be like my kouhai! For tying ties. Unless you’re as bad at it like me”

That did it.

Idia placed the energy drink on the ground and began typing in a search query into his tablet.

“First of all, kouhai means junior. Obviously, I’m your senpai or your senior. Second of all, of course I know how to tie a tie! What do you take me for? I’m going to tie a tie so—“)

After wrangling the Prefect’s tie away from their ratty uniform, Idia tried to remember how to tie a tie. His fingers, as deft and as quick as they were when commanding the keyboard or maneuvering a mouse, were somewhat slow and clumsy as he tried to shift the fabric into a loop. How did his father teach him again? It was somewhat awkward—when were things not awkward?—and it lasted a lot longer than it should have, but eventually, Idia was choked into submission into society’s standards of what a young man with a promising future should look like.

Ugh.

And then his dad tried to talk to him about the future, but Idia kinda, sorta tuned him out because he really didn’t want to think about the future any more than he had to. Thus, Idia was dressed like any first year student should… But that was only for a little while.

After Idia suffered through a week of choking himself or looking the fool with his poorly tied tie, he ordered a special, custom-made hoodie. And then he never looked back. Yes, he was not as well dressed as someone like Vil or Riddle, but it wasn’t like he aspired to be them. As if anyone other than overachievers and those with images to maintain actually cared about what they looked like.

Idia was already a freak; if he looked like a normal preppy extravert, he would undoubtedly look even more freaky.

(Like an alien trying to fit in).

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Idia was screwed.

He screwed up.

GG.

FF.

All of his HP had decreased to an increasingly concerning level and now, he was only a second away from curling into a ball and crying. Where was Ortho when he needed him? You could only watch the same Magicam video of how to tie a tie so many times before you began to realize that you were not as skilled as you thought you were.

Also, the Prefect was giving him a strange smile that made Idia’s cheeks heat and his hair—SEVENS HIS HAIR!

Curse this curse!

“So… do you give—”

Idia, in an uncharacteristic manner, bared his teeth wide as he glared at the Prefect with the power of a million dying suns. “No! I will git gud! This tie will bow down to my brilliance!”

The tie was not OP, it couldn’t be.

That was unreal and Idia was being realistic.

All he needed to do was breathe and—

“You know—” Stop talking. Stop talking. Why are you talking? “—I think I know what the problem is!”

Idia, in near tears and just about ready to call it a day, had no choice but to blurt out, “What? What could it possibly be?”

Yes, he was that desperate.

“Well, you’re holding it in your hands and tying it that way. Don’t you think that it would be easier if you tied it on me? Plus, if you succeed, I get a perfect tie!”

PHYSICAL CONTACT.

WAS THIS WHAT THE WORLD WAS COMING TO?

PHYSICAL CONTACT?

And then, Idia heard the ‘if’ that the Prefect said. And then the implication set in.

If he succeeds?

There was obvious psychological manipulation here—the Prefect must have spent way too much time at Octavinelle because this stunk of seafood—but Idia had no choice.

This was like the sunk cost fallacy. He had already spent so much time trying to show off in front of the Prefect that it would do him no good if he backed off now.

“O-oh! O-okay!”

Idia’s fingers trembled as he approached the Prefect. Now that he was close to them, he realized that even though he was slouching, the Ramshackle Prefect was actually really short compared to him. In hindsight, he shouldn’t have felt so nervous—the Prefect was not as intimidating as other Night Raven College students—but still.

Was the Prefect going to recoil in disgust when he touched them?

Were they going to make fun of him for fumbling for so long?

Or—

“Keep going, Idia!” The Prefect cheered. Their eyes were on his hands, both of which were maneuvering the fabric of the tie around their neck with slow, stuttering movements. Swallowing hard, Idia found himself entranced as the Prefect’s small hands began to guide his own into vaguely familiar movements.

First, the tie was measured out to its correct length. Then, when Idia began to falter, the Prefect (again) guided his hands until he remembered that he had to cross the length of the left piece of fabric over the right. He would then bring up the left piece again. A beat passed as Idia tried to remember the succeeding steps before starting up again, this time, with a little more confidence. Once that was done, he brought up the left piece of fabric that was longer and thicker than the right so that it could enter into the loop that was created from the previous steps.

And then, Idia tugged until the knot of the tie was perfectly formed and flush against the Prefect’s throat.

He…

He actually did it?

He actually—

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool!” The Prefect beamed the world’s brightest smile at Idia.

The effect was immediate and painful; the AoE would have been off the charts if it were not for the following move that the Prefect made.

Without so much as a look of remorse, the Prefect tugged off the tie, undid the loops, and gave Idia the looping, crumpled fabric.

“Now, you gotta teach me this time.”

NO.

NOOOOOO—

“Ortho, I have now entered my villain era.” Idia slumped into his bed, not at all minding the crumbs from his ultra healthy dietary habits. As he curled up, he saw that Ortho was floating beside his head, a look of concern over his childlike features.

“Are you referring to your fashion session with the Ramshackle Prefect? I saw the entire thing! I had no idea that the Prefect was so bad at tying ties!”

“Me neither.”

“But at the very least you managed to taste that new energy drink, right?”

Idia felt his breath catch.

“FUCK.”

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0veil-ablaze0 · 3 years

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Watch me complain about Galaxy Kokotaim writing and immediately writing them my way-

Okay first of all, Yaya. She's literally too perfect. Which is just, no. Let her have flaws. Role models can have flaws ffs please. Back in the ori series, she's shown clearly to be quick to anger, let her have some anger issues? At least it's better than nothing. She's also shown to have abused her power as the literal school prefect, well that's still mixed with anger issues, do it. Let the others complain about her being too perfect. Let her be prone to anger.

And now Ying, my best girl.

WHY IS SHE A COPY OF YAYA???? HEY???? She's literally just Yaya, but with super speed? Wtf? Why's Yaya not discomforted by this? Where's the social awkwardness? Let her be loud and expressive with friends, but make her quiet and awkward around new people and allies pls. (not me self projecting onto Ying no sir/ma'am) .

Gopal. Gopal, Gopal, Gopal. He's pretty well rounded tbh, but he's just brushed to the side? My boy? In the ori series, he's literally clever? In his own way? He also can read people, he's literally the one who figured out how Boi's elementals came to be, hello???

Fang, absolute character assassination, I- Galaxy is literally just Fang slander. Sure, let him be dumb around the gang, but let him keep his cool mysterious image during missions? Like the whole Joekertu bit, Fang laughing at his name seems so ooc. Bc he never shares a laugh at enemies, that's literally not what he is? There's no way honestly, Kaizo would NEVER.

Boi. Boboiboy, he's a blank slate. The subtle character assassination, give him some sass, talk about his interests more, let his empathy be his flaw. Give him a personality, not the elementals, just Boboiboy. We want a personality, not a fucking pick me.

Don't get me on the Galaxy series as a whole.

#boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #personal rant #I want a socially awkward Ying #Why is she a carbon copy #Galaxy is a mess #Don't get me started on bbbtm2

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masterstrange-closed · 4 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 / wizarding world au.

This is an open concept AU; no set timeline or location to make it flexible for the different canons and timelines within this universe. The default is American, born in 1976 - but can be plotted otherwise. This is also an open AU, which means any mutual can approach me about it and there is no connected canon to other muns unless a mini private offshoot is agreed upon.

Born to muggles, Eugene and Beverly Strange, Stephen struggled accepting his identity as a wizard at first. It certainly went against his father’s plans and sensibilities to allow his son to learn ‘unholy skills’; it took a combination of his mother and school officials to settle the matter once and for all. It took a permanent toll on the relationship between his father and himself; trying to make him proud while also being something that went against everything he was taught and raised to be.

It was easier for Donna two years later. For a moment, Eugene thought they were safe in regards to her, only to find out she had been delayed entry due to when her birthday fell in regards to the school year. By then, Eugene gave up in a sense. Becoming distant and detached from the kids lives, pinning all his hopes on Victor to be ‘normal’. His wish was granted, as Victor grew to be wary of his siblings and distant from them.

Upon graduating, Stephen began practicing at one of the finest hospitals in the wizarding world. Eventually working on very important studies and experiments to further the boundaries of magical medicine. Yet, as his professional life flourished, his personal life suffered. Eventually culminating in an accident that left his hands permanently damaged from a curse and unable to practice both medicine and most witchcraft.

Desperate for answers, Stephen traveled the globe. Not willing to resign himself to the muggle life his father was too quick to try to indoctrinate him into upon finding out ( a bit of arrogant pride on his part ); eventually discovering more of the wizarding world on a global scale. Finding cultures that preformed magic wand-lessly, and beginning to study their techniques until he mastered them himself.

As he studied his new skills, Stephen also learned more about himself. Confronting demons both literal and internal. Becoming stronger than he had been before; eventually returning to his native wizarding culture a very different man with a new purpose. There was an array of strange and unknown, people needed defending and knowledge and limited understanding of parts of the picture had led to the downfall of more than just himself. Branding himself as a Professional Freelance Specialist in the Strange and Bizzare; and working sometimes along official organizations as a consultant; Stephen Strange began protecting the world from the untapped and unexplored parts of the magical and non-magical universe.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:

NAME: Stephen Vincent Strange

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

ILVERMORNY HOUSE: Horned Serpent

WAND TYPE: first wand: Hazel, Dragon Heartstring. 9″ second wand: Yew, Phoenix Feather Core, 14″

PATRONUS: Blackbird, yet was unable to cast a corporeal patronus for a couple decades to his own annoyance

BOGGART: Failure, Loss of Control, Loneliness - usually manifesting in a loved one dying after failing them and being chastised for it; helpless to do anything to stop it. However, later in life, sometimes it reflects the horrific things he has seen in his life.

PREFECT/HEAD STUDENT: Prefect, Head Boy

CAREER: St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries ( former ) (Hogwarts V. only) / St. Gryffiths Hospital for the Ailing and Enchanted ( former ) ( general ); ‘ Freelance Specialist ’ in the strange and unusual / Consultant

BEST CLASS(ES): Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Herbology

QUIDDITCH: Yes, Chaser. Joined Third Year.

PARSELMOUTH: No, he cannot speak it but he can understand it fairly decently after study

OCCLUMENS: Yes

LEGILIMENS: Not Natural, trained in later years.

WEREWOLF: No

ANIMAGUS: No

METAMORPHMAGUS: No

NON VERBAL MAGIC: Yes, used on occasion

WANDLESS MAGIC: Yes, learned later in life. Used often.

ALLEGIANCE IN THE WIZARDING WAR: DEFAULT: Anti-Death Eater, but uninvolved as the war hadn’t fully reached North America yet. HOGWARTS: participated in the resistance after the death of Albus Dumbledore; participated in the battle of Hogwarts without attacking a single person outside of stunning - mostly in hospital wing and helping to bring the injured to get treatment.

* — Stephen is set to Ilvermorny by default, as he is a North American based character, however he has adaptability to fit into Hogwarts as plotted. Based off of his canonical birthdate on this blog, he would have been three years older than Hermione Granger (the eldest of the trio). Yet, I am always okay plotting him for different generations. Details that change is the hospital and ministry he worked and dealt with the most prior to his accident, as well as how much the events of the war would have affected him directly.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓:

Stephen spent his school years studying to become a Healer / Mediwizard; he received O levels in Herbology, Charms, DADA, Potions, and Transfiguration ( as per the requirement ). He worked routinely at the hospital becoming specialised in rare and dangerous ailments; this specialisation and natural affinity led to him doing side work for the ministry, specifically in the Department of Mysteries. It was this that led to over inflated ego and hubris; and eventually the night he was trying to develop a new treatment for curse related ailments. Trying to control really dangerous and powerful magic, but overestimated his limits. Prompting in Stephen to lose control of the spell, his wand reacting violently ( caused by his own panic and anger as Hazel wood is known to expel powerful discharge based on it’s user’s emotional state ). The wand shattered under the strain, rebounding itself and it’s spell onto his hands first and foremost. Damaging them irreversibly.

Stephen eventually studied wandless magic while travelling in search of some cure to his cursed hands; learning that wands were not a required tool for magic ( in fact, they were european in origin ). After a long amount of dedication and practice, Stephen mastered the skill and uses it predominantly. Eventually, Stephen did acquire another wand, finding it a useful tool for exact and delicate projects. However, it’s not his primary tool for magic.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒:

WAND ONE: HAZEL, DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE. 9 INCHES.

HAZEL WOOD often reflects the owners emotional state. It’s been known to expel powerful discharge when it’s owner has lost their temper or experiences any form of strong negative emotion while in use. It requires emotional control on behalf of the owner to use properly The positive aspect of a hazel wand more than makes up for such minor discomforts, however, for it is capable of outstanding magic in the hands of the skilful. It’s extremely loyal, to the point where wands of hazel are known to ‘wilt’ or fully cease functionality upon death. Hazel wands also have the unique ability to detect water underground, and will emit silvery, tear-shaped puffs of smoke if passing over concealed springs and wells.

DRAGON HEARTSTRING produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

SHORTER LENGTH wands tends to attract people who are lacking something in character

NOT FLEXIBLE

Stephen in his earlier years was all about closing off his emotional self, wanting control over his surroundings to obsessive means. However, he often came across temperamental and difficult to work with. Pushing himself to learn faster and be better; seeking control through every means possible. The conflict between letting people in to be close to him and keeping the world at arms length is shown even in the wand he attracts; hazel wood being loyal to the point of death, and dragon heartstring being able to change allegiance if deemed deserved. Yet, both agree on the point of once it’s given, it’s strong. Yet, his emotional state, despite his best efforts, was the catalyst for this wand’s demise, mixed with hubris pushing him further than he was able to handle. This emotional and unskillful handle of a wand known to be temperamental led to it’s destruction. However, there is something to be said for it’s loyalty… as the wand broke as it did, limiting the damage to Stephen on his hands and taking the brunt of the damage itself. The wand’s loyalty to it’s foolish master, saved it’s master’s life in the end but at a cost.

WAND TWO: YEW, PHOENIX FEATHER CORE. 14 INCHES

YEW WOOD wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.

PHOENIX FEATHERS are one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

LONGER LENGTH tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.

FLEXIBLE.

By the time Stephen is ready to acquire himself a new wand, he isn’t the same boy from the wand shop when he was eleven. While he still is not the most approachable man, he is better and, more importantly, more healthy control of his emotional state. No longer hiding from it. That being said, he isn’t easy to get close too - he just won’t be in denial and let people who deserve it win him over. His pacifist nature is shone as Yew has been in the hand of great defenders; yet his strange and unusual life ( present and prior ) and self imposed duties align him ( even if not always deservedly ) with the balance of life and death. His willingness to push himself and try new things and persevere until mastery is what makes him able to unlock the full potentials of his wand core. And of course, with many of his hang ups aside and no longer needed to compensate; Stephen is allowed more room to be his full strange self… allowing him a longer wand to fit… and his more at peace nature with life, death and time allows his wand to be more flexible.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃

The Blackbird Patronus appears to those who try to help themselves. Blackbirds are mysterious and intuitive, appearing when needed most. Blackbirds keep their secrets and will protect yours fiercely. While they may not be the most ferocious protectors, they are one of the most mysterious and magical. Keep well your own counsel, and you may have a blackbird to help protect you in the darkest of times.

Stephen was unable to perform a corporeal patronus until long after his accident and second wand, as it requires a certain temperament and mindset to be able to perform this very rare type of patronus.

#𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / hogwarts au.#𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / ilvermorny au.#/ do not reblog.#/ personals don't interact.

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calamiticus-blog · 7 years

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sorry this is so lame and scatter-brained and so over due. here’s a little about my awkward prickly cactus son scorpius. pls love him, even if he’s so difficult to get to know >.<

❝ i’ve paid my dues, time after time. i’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime. and bad mistakes i’ve made a few. i’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face but i’ve come through. ❞

JANIS ANCENS? No, that’s actually SCORPIUS MALFOY. About to begin SIXTH YEAR, this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE DOUBLE AGENTS. HE identifies as CIS MALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be PROUD, INCONSIDERATE, and ALOOF but also AMBITIOUS, INTELLIGENT, and STEADFAST.

general.

name: scorpius hyperion malfoy

age: 16

house: slytherin

student functions: slytherin chaser, sixth year prefect, president of art club

boggart: himself, wearing a death eater mask, gleaming with pride and becoming what everyone truly believes him to be - just another “evil blood purist”

patronus: occamy

orientation: demisexual / panromantic

headcanons.

when thinking of scorpius malfoy, a simple image comes to mind for most: spoiled. rotten. brat. it’s not hard to see where this belief comes from; as the only child of draco and astoria malfoy, he must have grown up with luxury and privilege. if he so desired something, surely he would get it. he must look down on everyone who walks by with even a drop of muggle blood running through their veins. without getting to know him, most have written him off this way. spoiled. proud. arrogant. blood purist. in some respects, they’re not off: scorpius is proud - proud to be the son of two incredible and inspiring parents, as he would say. he can be somewhat aloof and uninterested in others. and yes, even he would admit to being a tad inconsiderate, so lost in his own inner turmoil and teenage angst at times to realize that other people suffer just as dearly. but despite these ugly character flaws, scorpius is not the poster child for rotten rich boy as many might think. the real scorpius malfoy is a shy and reclusive, somewhat awkward, boy who struggles to make friends due to declining social skills. and these combined with his pride and often self-possessed persona create for a sour first impression.

scorpius can be a tough one to read, being particularly skilled at keeping his emotions bottled behind a blank expression and cold unfeeling eyes at all times. he’s been conditioned into keeping others from seeing into him, from seeing his feelings and who he truly is. such a facade may not be a total surprise for a pureblood. he relishes in the comfort of not being known beyond surface level. sure, others judge him harshly, but it is better for them to judge him based off misconception than to be judged and disliked for who he really is. he’s awkward and uncomfortable socially, he’s creative and can be sickly sweet if you can get past those walls and under his skin. he just doesn’t really let people in. the only ones who really know him are his parents, and even then he hides a bit of himself from them. he’s afraid of being misunderstood, of no one liking him. the real him. whoever that is, anyway.

he doesn’t believe in the blood purity nonsense. old men’s philosophy - he wants to see it dead and buried deep in the past. who cares if you have muggle in you? scorpius doesn’t. he thinks it’s a mad thing to wage wars over. anyone with half a brain knows that blood purity cannot stand for long. eventually there will no longer be a drop of “pure” wizard blood in the world - not if they want wizards to stay extant. eventually all purity will be wiped from the world - so why hold onto this silly idea that those with a purely wizard ancestry are better? they’re inbreeds, how can that be better than a little muggle blood?

while he has these views, scorpius isn’t at liberty to preach them. at least he feels that way. he’s too poised to express his opinions freely, and his social anxiety keeps him from joining in on any conversations regarding the subject. and the common misconceptions that come with the name “malfoy” make it hard to convince people that scorpius is any different than his grandfather or the malfoys before who sided with the blood supremacists. this could be why people assume he’s just another arrogant blood purist - to many “malfoy” is practically synonymous with “evil”, no matter how hard his parents have worked to educate themselves and their son of the opposite. it is this that has inspired scoripus, during such troubling times, to choose the side fighting against this death eater resurgence. scorpius dreams of nothing more than to rid the world of these backward views and to bring honor to the malfoy name. but he has to be careful about the methods he chooses to go about this. it’s why he’s chosen to be a double agent. thwarting death eaters and their blood purist views from the inside seem the best way for him to change this narrative and remind people that his family’s dark past has little bearing on his bright future.

scorpius has a secret love for the arts. though lately it has become not so secret. he’s president of the art club after all. it’s a mundane thing to be the leader of. stereotypes would see him as the president of a magical club, be it dueling or the quidditch captain or whatever. it’s of little surprise he’s a prefect or a chaser. but the art thing, that’s a mystery. where it began, he isn’t really sure, but he’s fallen ardently in love with it. its in paintings and drawings and sketches that scorpius can be his true self. beneath the ambition, deceit, pride and aloof nature, a sweet hearted awkward boy in pastels and watercolor. if he’s not studying or practicing at the pitch, it’s almost a guarantee he is seated by an easel, technicolor tray of paints balanced on his lap, a smear of red over his cheek, concentrating hard on the canvas and masterpiece unraveling before him. he says he just “paints what he sees”, but really he paints what he feels. dark and unnerving, frantic and desperate to break through, his paintings bear a sort of anxiety in their strokes. the keenest observer may be able to spot the honesty in them, but to others they’re just pretty things that are showcased at the club’s meetings.

he’s never had a romantic relationship or any sort of tumultuous liaison. he’s too proper for the latter and too awkward for the former. he lacks in social skills, and anyone he knows are often just thrown at him through family connections. he sees people around school, making connections and building everlasting relationships. meanwhile he’s sitting on the fringes of society participating in superficial friendships and not reaping the fruits of a teenager’s active social life. mostly because he doesn’t have one. he acts like he may not need others, but he knows it’s false. it’s only human nature to crave the company of others. he just hasn’t mastered the ability to connect with others, and to ask for their company in earnest.

wanted connections.

obligatory friendship - perhaps another pureblood, one who either believes in the blood purity agenda or who is forced into it. they’re not exactly friends - acquaintances is a more appropriate term - but they spend time together. if they’re much like scorpius and uninterested in the facade, perhaps they’ve begun to see that in each other and slowly heading toward a more genuine friendship with the shared understanding of being forced into these roles. ( can be multiple people )

could this be the start of something? - someone who has somehow made their way into scorpius’s orbit. they’re an outlying star, just a faint beep on the radar, but with every passing day they edge closer and closer. in all his life he’s never really had a true friend or anything more, but this person is someone edging their way into his world, and could become the center of it. perhaps his projecting his innermost desires on someone, but they seem to have a way of getting under his skin, sharing an emotional connection and hobbies and likes in the way friends or loved ones naturally do. scorpius is cautious of them, but slowly allowing them in. he wants to get to know them, he just doesn’t realize this yet. ( does not have to be romantic )

frenemies? - keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. a common phrase. perhaps he’d heard it from a family member. nevertheless scorpius is aware of it and relates it to this particular person. they are cordial to one another, as friendly as one can be when you don’t like the other. he may be a slytherin, but this person is the real snake as far as he’s concerned. he will keep a careful distance, but enough that he can fight back if it comes to it. he doesn’t share their views or interests, sees the worst of people in them, but there is an obligation to be near them at all times. maybe it’s because he sees some of his worst qualities in them, like a twisted fun house mirror. the idea makes his skin crawl. they make his skin crawl. but he can’t stay far from them. ( can be slytherin, pureblood, or w/e )

understudy - intelligent and ambitious, scorpius is well versed in many subjects as well as president of a club. so in an effort to seem less snobby, he has decided to share his gifts to the best of his abilities. he takes on students, helps them with their subjects, even tutors a bit in the art department for club members struggling or those looking for an artistic outlet. he’s not the most empathetic tutor, but he’s knowledgable and that’s what counts. these pupils could slowly develop into friendships, though most of the study sessions are straight to the point and don’t offer deep insight into scorp. ( can be multiple people )

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( feel free to message me with plots or connections, even if they aren’t listed on here ! i would be open to everything and anything ! )

#ghostsintro #( s. h. malfoy )#( about. scorpius )#this is a mess wow i'm so sorry

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benedictmaxwell · 8 years

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From your ask thing you reblogged, 3?

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

So tumblr mobile is a pos that doesn’t notify me when I get asks so THAT’S cool… Also Sarah is this you?? You use the same wording. I’m hearing this in your voice.

As for fandoms… let me roll up my sleeves here. Are we talking past and present? Because that list is LONG and I’m not sure (if this is Sarah) that you really want to know how much of a nerd I am.

Ok well it did indeed get #LONG so it’s going under a read more. Tldr: Kingdom Hearts, Vampire Knight, Yuri on Ice, Check Please, and Eerie Crests.

EDIT NOPE I guess those on android can’t open read mores?? So I deleted it YOU’RE WELCOME SARAH now everyone has to suffer through scrolling!!!

So Kingdom Hearts is my baby first and foremost. I identified a lot with Riku and also with Roxas, mostly bc Riku started out as a flat and sort of asshole character (which I most definitely am) and had to deal with darkness (HELLO anxiety and depression) overcoming him. He had to fight back and learn how to control it and also how to cope with his friends offering help and never QUITE being able to reach him. And Roxas was just… so used. So angry. He had no idea what was going on and all he DID know was that he was a pawn. Never supposed to exist. The people around him were fakes, his childhood was stolen. I have a lot of deep seated psychological trauma I’m trying to work through, can you tell?

That was two characters and the ask said one. Oops!

Omg let’s go WAY BACK to a manga called Vampire Knight. It was terrible. Truly awful. I loved it so much. There was this character named Zero and I had his tattoo literally inked onto my body when I was 16. I named me car after him. This is so embarrassing kill me. He was torn between where he was SUPPOSED to be in the world (elite vampire hunter anyone?) and where he WAS in the world (turned into a vampire by this conniving bitch who killed his entire family.) And the only thing that really kept him toeing the line was the overwhelming desire to protect the ones he loves most. How typical manga does this sound right now. Anyway, that desire to help family (for him, the love of his life/fellow prefect at the school Yuki and his adoptive father. For me, my sisters) kept me from killing myself on more than one occasion. It’s been so many years since I’ve even thought about that story LMAO

So currently. Let’s see. I’m a HUGE slut for gay skaters, as you can tell by my blog title. So Yuri on Ice. BRO. The way Victor hides his own psych issues behind that TOO obviously fake mask of oblivious joy and pushes Yuri to be happier, better, bigger than he was. The way he dropped everything for That Boy who he loved so immediately. He’s a goddamn martyr, and I identify so closely with that it’s honestly disgusting. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he felt lifeless before Yuri and that’s a huge reason why he ran away, but I understand all too well that hopeless question of “is there anything beyond this? Is this what I’m stuck doing for the rest of my days?” Also he’s super codependent with his dog and LET’S FACE IT SO AM I OKAY HE’S JUST SUCH A GOOD BOY. Also, people look up to him?? He’s afraid of letting people down?? I’m just projecting my insecurities onto a fictional character???

Check Please! I wish I could identify with Shitty in all honesty because bro is hilarious, charismatic, successful, talented, and also socially aware as much as he can be despite his privilege (which he is also aware of!) But. My son. The one and only Kent Parson. Poor child is dealing with so much. First love rejects you and ignores you and downplays the fact that you definitely had something going on? Been there, done that. It fucking sucked. CONSTANTLY facing the pressure of being better than your previous self, better than others, better than the past you’re STILL trying to leave behind but it follows you no matter what? Yup. That also fucking sucks. Dealing with a range of undiagnosed disorders and abandonment issues that were instilled upon you when you were vulnerable and pliant and young? I’m getting in too deep here. And one last thing: acting cavalier about it, putting on a front of smug, joking asshole? Being a bro and crying behind closed doors? Picking fights when your shit gets so heavy you have to unleash it on SOMEONE?

Finally, let’s get into Eerie Crests, my newest baby but DEFINITELY NOT THE WEAKEST. I’m not sure if I can pick just one? They’re all such rounded, dented, wounded characters and a piece of each person individually speaks to me? Dallas hates himself and is dealing with major abandonment issues. He pushes Malek’s buttons even though he KNOWS it’s wrong and that he’s being irrational. Malek wants to better himself not FOR himself but for his family despite having faced hardship and loss. He plays cool and calm despite the absolute bullshit he’s going through at home. He’s constantly trying to help Dallas (and literally everyone else lbh) cope even though he himself is doing something he knows is bad for him and that his friends hate (smoking in his case, drinking in mine.)

Blake is bitter from his past relationship and needy. He needs validation and seems to lash out sometimes. Blake is me and I am him and I need MORE DEVELOPMENT BELL PLEASE GIVE ME EXTRAS FOR THIS CHILD. Poppy is exasperated and impatient and also SO GOOD at keeping secrets. She’s family/friend-oriented and also a wlw and she’s willing to follow her friend into the black woods where their other friend disappeared and was apparently murdered even though she doesn’t feel the same way (that he’s alive) but bc she trusts Dallas and doesn’t want to abandon him. THAT LOYALTY.

This somehow turned away from why I identify with her and what I look up to in her, but let’s be totally honest my crush on Poppy is REAL.

Anyway, that’s enough of an essay from me. I got carried away…

#tw suicude #tw murder #I probs shouldn't put the actual fandom tags in this huh?#tw missing persons #tw mental illness

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masterstrange · 3 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 / wizarding world au.

This is an open concept universe; no set timeline or location to make it flexible for the different canons and timelines within this universe. The default is American, born in 1976 - but can be plotted otherwise.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 / This blog does not support JKR, or her transphobic views and actions. This is purely based on the framework of the universe. Please block these tags if content related to this universe is upsetting for you: 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / hogwarts au. AND 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / ilvermorny au.

Upon graduating, Stephen began practicing at one of the finest hospitals in the Wizarding World. Eventually working on very important studies and experiments to further the boundaries of magical medicine. Yet, as his professional life flourished, his personal life suffered. Eventually culminating in an accident that left his hands permanently damaged from a curse and unable to practice both medicine and most witchcraft.

Desperate for answers, Stephen traveled the globe. Not willing to resign himself to the muggle life his father was too quick to try to indoctrinate him into upon finding out (a bit of arrogant pride on his part); eventually discovering more of the Wizarding World on a global scale. Finding cultures that preformed magic wandlessly, and beginning to study their techniques until he mastered them himself.

As he studied his new skills, Stephen also learned more about himself. Confronting demons both literal and internal. Becoming stronger than he had been before; eventually returning a very different man with a new purpose. There was an array of strange and unknown, people needed defending and knowledge and limited understanding of parts of the picture had led to the downfall of more than just himself. Branding himself as a Professional Freelance Specialist in the Strange and Bizarre; and working sometimes along official organizations as a consultant; Stephen Strange began protecting the world from the untapped and unexplored parts of the magical and non-magical universe.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:

NAME: Stephen Vincent Strange

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

ILVERMORNY HOUSE: Horned Serpent

WAND TYPE: first wand: Hazel, Dragon Heartstring. 9″ second wand: Yew, Phoenix Feather Core, 14″

PATRONUS: Blackbird, yet was unable to cast a corporeal patronus for a couple decades to his own annoyance

PREFECT/HEAD STUDENT: Prefect, Head Boy

BEST CLASS(ES): Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Herbology

QUIDDITCH: Yes, Chaser. Joined Third Year.

PARSELMOUTH: No, he cannot speak it but he can understand it fairly decently after study

OCCLUMENS: Yes

LEGILIMENS: Not Natural, trained in later years.

WEREWOLF: No

ANIMAGUS: No

METAMORPHMAGUS: No

NON VERBAL MAGIC: Yes, used on occasion

WANDLESS MAGIC: Yes, learned later in life. Used often.

* — Based off of his canonical birthdate on this blog, he would have been three years older than Hermione Granger (the eldest of the trio). Yet, I am always okay plotting him for different generations. Details that change is the hospital and ministry he worked and dealt with the most prior to his accident, as well as how much the events of the war would have affected him directly.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓:

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒:

WAND ONE: HAZEL, DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE. 9 INCHES.

SHORTER LENGTH wands tends to attract people who are lacking something in character

NOT FLEXIBLE

WAND TWO: YEW, PHOENIX FEATHER CORE. 14 INCHES

LONGER LENGTH tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.

FLEXIBLE.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃

#𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / ilvermorny au.#𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / hogwarts au.#𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 / alternate universes.

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Who are your characters friends and family? Who do they surround themselves with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who do they wish they were closer to?

LOL so many questions in one ask so everyone has to suffer through1500 words about Julian’s personal life

I’m surprised that there isa question about Julian’s family, especially since between me, Ally, and Kyle,we kind of beat Oliver and Heidi to death already, though I suppose those discussionshaven’t been on the dash. Oliver is still Quidditch obsessed as we’ve seen himin the books, though our interpretation of Oliver is a little darker than whatJKR wrote. It’s fine that he’s demanding early morning practices from hisfriends, but his kids were younger thanten and he’s already building them up to have these really successfulcareers. Oliver is so focused on the game that whatever other needs his kidsmay have needed were never really addressed – that’s always sort of been Heidi’shalf of the parenting.

In contrast, Heidi was more logical of the pair; she’susually described as quicker and cleverer than Oliver (at one point I think I’vewritten that Heidi was the only one who could out-score Oliver). So despite thebad press and the rocky divorce, she’s going to recover quickly – especially becauseshe had been working on her passion projects for a while already, which is fashiondesign. Even though Julian dresses like he hasn’t had a wardrobe update in adecade because his self-sufficiency is more important to him than dressingproperly for a good first impression.

Speaking of the divorce though, I don’t think Oliver andHeidi had a relationship like Marcus and AnaJoy, where they only marriedbecause they ran out of luck. Oliver was damn impressed with her, but Ienvision the two to have rushed into their marriage. I think Heidi might havefigured out that Oliver was in the closet for a while so I doubt that she wouldhave been surprised at the fact thathe was gay. No, I think what caught her off guard was the fact that MarcusFlint basically gave Rita Skeeter an exclusive.

Then you have Ethan. As the second child, he’s probablyJulian’s favorite brother. My absolute favorite headcanon was that Ethanlearned to fly before he learned to walk. Julian was learning how to flyhimself for the first time but baby E just wouldn’t have it and would cry everytime Julie flew too high, so Julian pulled his brother onto the broomstick withhim and let him hover. There’s another one that you can read on Julian’s andEthan’s bio where Ethan broke his leg and Oliver told him to walk it off – and that’swhen Julian begins to question that Oliver’s making decisions that are actuallyfor the best.

Aidan never got to play Quidditch with Julian at school, sinceJulian had quit the team to become Gryffindor Prefect in his fifth year whenAidan tried out for the team during his second. The two aren’t as close, especially since Julian hadthree years at school before Aidan had come, and Aidan was making friends backhome while his brothers are gone (and btw for anyone reading this, Aidan’s beenpractically begging for someone tofill his best friend connection). Plus by the time Aidan had come to school,Julian was already in silent treatment mode as since that was the year he quitQuidditch.

The issue with the Woods is that no one knows how to talk to anyone because Oliver just made everyonedeal with their shit in silence. A lot of the problems Julian had, he broughtupon himself because he didn’t know howto solve them, because he never learned that talking about his feelings isn’t a bad thing? Literally, here’s howit would go, if Julian had just talked to Ethan and Aidan in his fourth year:

Julian is feeling stressed about the attention he’s gettingfrom Gryffindor House during Quidditch matches. He expresses this anxiety tohis younger brothers, and while Ethan wouldn’t totally empathize, he cares about Julian enough to try to find asolution. That solution would probably involve yelling at people to leave himalone, or at the very least, attracting more attention in the common room andin the pitch so that Julian can keep his mind on the game. Aidan would insiston practicing with just the three of them even though he wasn’t allowed to havea broom yet because fuck the rules and we all know that they’d probably use the‘oh you let Harry Potter have a broom in his first year’ excuse because Oliverwould use that excuse to make his kids tryout for Quidditch in the first year.

Julian wouldn’t have felt the need to quit Quidditch especially since hisbrothers are his hype men and would eventually become Quidditch Captain insteadof Head Boy since he’s pretty good at making strategies and leadership suitshim when he’s doing something he’s actually passionate about. And he probablywould have ended up on Puddlemere, which obviously gets Ethan and Aidan intoPuddlemere, and you now have the Unstoppable Chaser Team™ that Oliver alwayswanted. They would literally be the Quidditch version of the Jonas Brothers andhave a really strong fan following but Julian is Kevin and retires intoobscurity as a strategist for Puddlemere while his brothers pursue much moreoutrageous careers.

Julian surrounds himself with academics because his currentoccupation is basically the one-to-one mapping of a college professor to a Hogwartsteacher. He’s kind of just stuck withthe people he works with, so there’s not really a choice with who he surroundshimself with. I could say that when he first started teaching though, he spenta lot of time with Roxanne because she was also teaching at the time while shetried to figure her shit out too.

Now that we have a lot of the Ministry people at the schoolthough, Julian most often talks to people who are intellectual – after all, a lot of what he wants to do is make learning easier for students (despite the factthat he’s aware that it’s a lot of thankless work that he’ll probably neverquit because no one else would do it right), so it obviously helps if he’strying to learn a lot about how other subjects work, not just his own. Probablythe main reason he eventually got along with Roxanne was because they were bothstarting to become more interested in each other’s subject matter. Finley focuseson charms, but Julian can make suggestions based on what he knows. Julianhelped Talia with her Animagus, even though her primary subject is magicalcreatures.

Unfortunately for Julian though he’s not really close with anyone; he was best friends with Roxannefor a few years after they both finished their formal schooling, but Mr. I Can’t Talk About My Feelings overhere threw a temper tantrum when she decided to leave to pursue her Cursebreakercareer somewhere else. So I think he hasn’t really tried to reach out to anyonein a while, except for Valentina who happened to be around and Pippa who was just as passionate about Potions as he was about Transfiguration, because he doesn’t think he needs anyone and he’s obnoxious arrogant loudmouth bother. But he does realize that he’s talking too loud, he gets overexcited and shoots off at the mouth, and he’s never had a group of friends before so he’ll promise that he’ll make them proud --

He does wish hewere closer to Roxanne though, because they really had a nice friendship goingon and despite all of these awful situations they’re thrown into, theirfriendship is still a salvageable raft in a never-ending storm. Julian thinkshe’s also really getting somewhere with Finley, though he’s fucked that up by totallyembarrassing him in front of Vivienne – but she seems nice, and Finley didn’tseem too incised by Julian’s accusationthat he’s forgetful especially if he offered to have Julian chat with Kingsley.It also helps that Finley is just as eager to keep Julian a friend as well, butJulian’s not aware that they’re on both sides of the same coin. I suppose there’sroom in the future to be close to his brothers again, but none of them are gonnabudge on that silent treatment. Here’s how it would go, if Julian ever gotalong with his brothers again:

Once Julian has a new curriculum in place, Ethan and Aidanwould probably ask him for advice on how to get good press – especially since Julian’s made some front-page news whileshaking Kingsley’s hand. So Julian makes them donate shit tons of galleons tothe school and makes them sit down and watch Gryffindor Quidditch matches. Ritaeats it up, especially when Julian gets his brothers to do some demonstrationsfor the first years. Maybe it wouldhelp them behave knowing that they’ve got eleven year olds looking up to them? Whoknows.

Julian also gives some tidbits on how to play other teams because Julianreligiously follows the teams to the point where a lot of them are reallypredictable. Eventually Ethan and Aidan become scouts and/or coaches and atthat point I’m sure Julian’s gonna end up being headmaster, so obviously theyget first pick of the lot coming out of Hogwarts every season. Julian nevergets punched in the face ever again and they all live long happy cooperative lives.The end.

that’s it lol thanks for coming to my ted talk

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