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apollostears · 3 years

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TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR [ BTS ]

group: BTS

pairing: BTS x daughter!reader

warning(s): swearing

request: can you do BTS reacting to their 15 year old daughter having a boyfriend/girlfriend?

requested by: @mela3340

oomfggg this was so fun to make!! thanks for requesting the first request of 2021 :) hope you enjoy love <3

➝︎ jin

he’s literally dramatic af.

#dramaking

but no really, he’ll be shook to the gods.

like huh??? his child got a partner?!!!

my kid?!!! IN THESE STREETS?!

he would faint, then wake back up and shake her til she’s dizzy.

ok but on a more serious note, i think if he saw his daughter have genuine feelings for this person they’re with, he would support a 100%

definitely wants to meet them asap

would chaperone their dates but in a way that’s soooo cliché. i mean ugly ass disguises cliché.

will definitely have a heart attack if his daughters partner used the fake ‘yawn-over-the-shoulder’ move while at the movies.

all his daughter would hear is someone choking horrendously a few rooms behind them and instantly know it’s her dad.

will call the boys up every time she asks him to go on a date with their partner or if they can come over to hang and study.

“i’m at a lost here! it’s like i’m in the war!” jin exaggerates on the group call with his friends.

“hyung, i think you’re over exaggerating.” jungkook would say sheepishly.

with the straightest face, jin would hang up and contemplate his choice in friends.

after about the sixth month mark, i do think he’d let up a tremendous amount.

like he’s no longer breathing down her neck about them and allows them to go on dates without him, so long as she tells him where they’re going.

10/10 is the dramatic dad that goes through a midlife crisis when their daughter starts dating.

➝︎ yoongi

mans does not care.

ok lemme clarify, he doesn’t care to the extent that jin does. he trusts his daughter and her decisions and understands that this is an important part of her life. he’s gonna try his hardest to not overstep.

but deep down, he definitely is having a hard time coming to grasps that his daughter is in love and starting to enter the dating world.

he understands the pressures surrounding dating too, especially at fifteen. so he’s definitely giving a nice lil lecture about sex, safe sex, consensual sex, and commitment.

and yes, yoongi knows that most of these young love relationships don’t last long, but he wants his daughter to know that her relationship is legit to him. no matter how old she is.

will look intimidating af to their daughters bf or gf. he definitely overhears them discussing if yoongi likes them or not 💀

looks like he could kill you and will but is also such a sweetheart once you actually know him.

doesn’t do no undercover brother shit but will follow his daughter on their first few dates just because he’s worried. isn’t overbearing and keeps a good distance.

honestly, if anything it brings his daughter a lot of comfort to know her dad is there to back her up 🙂

100%!is the father that seems like they’re chill on the surface but on the inside is working overtime to not be overreactive when their child starts dating.

➝︎ namjoon

is literally the 😯 emoji

when his daughter tells him that she’s got a lover, he literally looks exactly like that emoji.

he’s like “love? what you know about that?”

is extremely confused the entire time. yes, he knows that at her age, children start experimenting with dating but he never actually thought he’d have to deal with it.

was definitely worried that he’d lose out on daddy-daughter time once she started dating.

that was his biggest fear. that his daughter wouldn’t need him anymore. she would no worries.

is deathly afraid of his daughter experiencing heartbreak. their s/o could be the perfect match for his kid, he still wouldn’t care. namjoon is going to be worried regardless.

constantly asks for updates on their relationship to see if he needs to give any advice on how to keep the relationship going.

he doesn’t see their love as something immature. namjoon values it the same way he would value an adult relationship.

which meansss giving them the birds n the bees. same as yoongi, a thorough talk on sexually transmitted diseases, birth control, safe sex, you name it.

was incredibly nervous to meet the person their daughter was dating 💀 like how you supposed to be the daddy but more scared than the actual date.

chaperones his daughter’s first couple of dates. doesn’t get in their way but definitely makes his presence known when does attend.

has a strict “have her home by 9 or else” policy.

won’t ground their child if they give them a heads up on why they would be late.

is 100% the type to be the “work in progress” dad that wishes there was a book on what to do when your teenage daughter starts dating.

➝︎ hobi

mans was like “awww my wittle baby likes somebody!”

was wayyy more excited about meeting their child’s s/o then what is deemed normal.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely protective of his kid but hobi understands that these things happen.

it was bound to happen that one day his daughter would start dating.

doesn’t hound his child with questions but is very curious to learn more about this bf/gf that their daughter has.

when he meets them, he’s very scary looking at first. switching into serious hobi, he intimidates the kid just a bit before breaking into a grin and letting them know he was kidding.

is the type of dad that would make their daughters’ s/o fall in love with him 💀

hobi gets along with virtually anyone so it wasn’t hard for him to bond with the s/o.

however, he does make it known that he is a father and while the kid seems to be an alright choice for his daughter, he still lets them know that he will go liam neeson on a motherfucker if necessary.

doesn’t follow his daughter on dates but somehow ends up attending some of them because they both want him around.

on the times he doesn’t go, there is a curfew in place and it’s 8 o’clock 😔

hobi is 100% the dad to become friends with their daughters’ bf/gf but still be a force to be reckon with when needed.

➝︎ jimin

probably the one who meddles in their daughters love life.

sees their daughter walkout of school with a guy and is asking fifty million questions on who he is and if she likes him.

all for her to turn around and be like “dad, i’m gay.”

and he’s like 🥺🥰 “good, boys are disgusting anyways.”

so now he’s scoping out girls that could be a potential match for his kid 💀

“what about her?”

“nah, she’s a little rude to me.”

“you know what they say! she likes you!”

“no dad. just...no.”

was not expecting the girl his daughter chooses but can totally see it once he actually gets to know her.

is constantly giving his daughter cute date ideas for her to do w her gf. definitely has a pintrest board of places for them.

will happily be a chauffeur for his daughter if necessary. this can be good and bad. good bc yayay free rides. bad because she has to deal with a jimin that wants to be on time or a jimin that makes them ten minutes late to a movie showing. there is no in between.

he doesn’t follow his daughter around. mainly because he’s always driving them but if he doesn’t, she still gives him a heads up on where they’re going.

doesn’t mind them hanging sleepovers or leaving the door closed but will totally pop up at random times to be nosey.

is definitely in his daughters corner anytime someone tries to give her and her gf a hard time for being together.

a 100% the dad that’s constantly involved in his child’s love life but not to an extreme point. is totally just excited to be there and apart of her world.

➝︎ taehyung

the motherfucker is all smug and shit talking about some “ i know ” 😏 when his daughter approaches him about her new partner.

lets be real; taehyung would know his daughter like the back of his hands. he would have suspicions that she’s seeing somebody but won’t pressure her to speak until she’s ready.

acts like the fbi when he finally meets their daughter’s partner.

is stalking all social media, finding where they work, who they guardians are, and where they grandma stay 💀🤣

but it’s really because he knows how dangerous people are and the last thing he wants is for his kids’ life to be in danger.

is definitely a hard ass to whoever his daughter ends up dating regardless of gender. will go major payne on a motherfucker real quick.

does not care if he gets caught watching out for his daughter while she’s on a date. will deadass sit there and stare them down as they look at him, completely unbothered.

after meeting their partner a few times, he’ll become a bit more loose in regards to their relationship but will still eye them wearily.

his daughter is very important to him and he’s just worried about any potential heartbreak she may experience.

“have you ever killed?”

“uh, no sir. i-i’m only fifteen...sir.”

kisses teeth, “would you kill for my daughter?”

*beat of silence, two horrified teenagers*

scoffs, “pathetic. d/n choose a new partner.”

“dad!”

seems like a hard ass and is a hard ass but it’s completely out of love.

is 100% the dad that gives their daughter’s partner a hard time and will hold such a passive face that they’ll never know if he likes them or not, but overtime will start loosening up and accept them for who they are.

➝︎ jungkook

he was thoroughly surprised.

like...she might as well had told him she was pregnant.

jk needed a moment to comprehend that his daughter...his precious jewel was dating.

just the thought sent chills down his spine with his dramatic ass.

immediately demanded to meet the person who stole his daughter from him. and when he found out it was the bad kid from school??!!! mans was heated.

i mean really? the juvenile delinquent of ALL people?

he feels this way mainly because he remembers how he was as a kid and he knows how anal teenagers can be. really just wants the best for his kid.

is present for their first date. why is that? because it was at their house with him sitting on the opposite couch, watching them like a hawk as they attempted to watch a movie.

after that, his daughter had a serious talk with him about personal space and independence.

jungkook didn’t like the fact that he had to have this talk, but he understands it’s importance. him and his daughter have a sacred bond with one another that he doesn’t wanna risk breaking all because of his overprotectiveness.

that overprotectiveness does come in handy though because their daughters’ partner is always on time when it comes to getting her and dropping her off. honestly, if his daughter ever tried to convince their partner to skip curfew, their partner would text jungkook to snitch 💀

“so...you tried to skip curfew, eh?”

“wha-? how do you know this?!”

smirks, “i see all d/n. besides, your partner knows not to cross that line with me.”

“i literally cannot stand either of you.”

this has definitely led the daughter to question if she has a relationship or if her dad has a relationship with her s/o.

after about three months of them dating, jungkook turns into a pretty chill dad to be real. at that point, he understands that he can’t protect her from pain. so, he might as well just try his best to support his daughter through everything she does.

is 100% that is overly dramatic at first and comes off as incredibly scary but eventually comes down to earth and becomes a big teddy bear 🥰

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grittyreadsfic · 3 years

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hello my friends, one singular person asked for this weeks ago so i’m here with my most unhinged rec list yet: tk and nolan.

now, this one was hard to reign in, so i really didn’t. this pairing had maybe 230 fics in the tag when i first started reading hockey fic, and it’s now over 900, and i’ve read far too many of them, and that makes it so hard to parse it down. so i just...didn't!

so with that said, please enjoy so you want to get into tknp: a beginners guide to a classic case of idiots to lovers

i told myself that i couldn’t rec an author’s entire body of work but then i remembered this is my blog and i do what i want, so i did some consolidating. here’s a list of the quintessential authors for this pairing, you can start at any of their profiles and pick any of their fics at random, and it’ll be one of the best ones for the pairing, hands down.

therainbowsedge: i’d start with the summer camp fic, or the sex toys one, as both beautifully capture the true idiots to lovers nature of this pairing, but just top tier writing all around

manybumblebees: the wedding fic is so tender and port stanley is a classic, but literally pick any single fic and you’ll have a perfect tknp fic. i’m not kidding

jamesvanriemsdick: their tknp fics in their series are some of the hidden gems of this pairing (the tk heartbeat fic makes me LOSE it) but the delaware fic or the seattle fic…..there’s really something for every mood

catchascatchcan: start with era of gods because i could write literal essays on how it’s some of the best fantasy worldbuilding i’ve ever read, but then just read everything else on their account, including non tknp fics. you won’t regret it

hackysack: ao3 user hackysack has written one of two timeloop fics that i absolutely adore, and i thought about just calling that one out in particular, but all of their work deserves the attention

canary: nothing to prove was the first tknp fic i ever read and i was immediately hooked. all of their fics are a good starting place for the pairing, and just really give you a feeling for the pairing

and now, for the fic recs!

to be, despite it all by smudgedfreckles

summary: or, nolan patrick’s gender thesis, by travis konecny.

why i love it: there’s not a lot ofo nonbinary characters in media, even in fic, but this fic’s treatment of nolan and their path to figuring out their gender just feels so real and made me feel so seen. tk’s characterization is also just top notch, and it’s just a super sweet story about two people who love each other

last ones standing by makeit_takeit

summary: If you’re committed to finding your future spouse, reads the last line of the ad, and are ready to look at yourself and your love life in a whole new way, apply now.

At the bottom of the ad there’s a link, and Travis finds his finger hovering over the screen, lip still caught between his teeth.

“I mean,” he says very reasonably, speaking out loud to his empty apartment like some sort of possibly-crazy person, “just applying doesn’t mean anything. Maybe I just fill it out, and see what happens. It’s not like I’m really gonna get picked to be on TV, come on.”

He snorts out loud, just to show his apartment he hasn’t lost his grip on reality or anything; he fully understands how ludicrous that would be.

Then he clicks the link anyway, because yolo or whatever.

why i love it: what part of a married at first sight fic doesn’t make you want to immediately dive right in? the concept is fun, the execution is absolutely flawless, and it captures their dynamic so well while letting it develop naturally

motivation by connectknee

summary: Kevin knows when to back off, the article said. He knows just when to shut up and leave Patty alone, something Travis has never known how to do.

why i love it: the thing i love about this pairing is that tk is loud and in your face, and nolan’s more reserved, a little quieter, a little harder to read. this fic does a really great job of exploring how tk could feel like maybe he’s just a bit too much and is one of my favorites in terms of miscommunication

a tenderness grows by rusesdeguerre

summary: Nolan wouldn’t say that landing a job as the Philadelphia Flyers’ psychotic and probably clinically insane mascot was a childhood dream of his. Maybe tangentially: playing pond hockey in –30°C weather and pretending to be Sidney Crosby is practically a rite of passage when you grow up in Manitoba. That, and experiencing the distinct displeasure that is thousands of mosquitoes sucking your blood out when your father drags you on a father-son camping trip into the backwoods of the northern Canadian Prairies.

why i love it: this was the first fic i recced on this blog, and i stand by that decision. a fic where nolan is not only not a hockey player, but is in fact the person in the gritty suit? absolutely perfect, and so charming from start to finish

meet me at my window by springsteen

summary: Travis has lived in Philadelphia for a few years now, long enough to know there isn’t a major city in America where superheroes don’t destroy an entire city block trying to save humanity or whatever. He can deal with all the super-shit, but Travis did not sign up for getting woken up from a deep sleep because some fucker’s trying to break in through his window.

(5 times the super-villain known as "The Cat" breaks into Travis's apartment, plus 1 time Travis invites him in.)

why i love it: there’s a lot of things to love here, but the concept is just absolutely one of my all time favorite aus ever. it’s fun and charming and the perfect glimpse into a world where heroes and villains exist, and what it’s like just to be a run of the mill kind of guy existing in it. tk and nolan’s back and forth in this make it so engaging, and it’s such a top tier fic

body’s in trouble by cloudsandpassingevents

summary: “Oh, sorry,” someone says. “Didn’t know anyone else was here.”

Nolan freezes, then turns around very slowly. When he looks up, Nicklas fucking Backstrom is standing behind him in a hoodie and baggy sweats, holding the biggest bag of Swedish Fish Nolan’s ever seen in his life in one hand.

“Uh,” Nolan says around the pop tart between his teeth. “Yeah.”

What the fuck, his brain helpfully supplies.

why i love it: from nolan’s inner voice, to the way the author explores all the dynamics within the team, to the way they write the unexpected but actually, it kind of makes sense friendship between nolan and backstrom, is just absolutely fantastic. there’s a lot of moments that circle back and build on each other in a way that really just makes it super compelling

rhizomatic foundations by lighthousetowers

summary: Twenty days after he moves in with Kevin Hayes, twenty days – three months, five months, depending on how you look at it – after not talking to TK, TK shows up at the front door with a plant the size of a basketball in his hands.

TK grins. "Patty, meet Reginald." He lifts up the plant. "Reggie, meet Patty. He's going to be your new - caretaker."

"What the fuck," says Nolan, not moving a single muscle.

Or: That Nolan can hear the plant talk might as well just happen.

why i love it: this is probably my favorite magical realism fic just about ever. it’s fun and charming and a little weird, but in the best possible way. there’s such a wonderful narrative in it, and lighthousetowers always has such beautiful writing, and it really shines in this one. the dialogue and nolan’s characterization are also part of what set it apart for me as one of the best tknp fics

in the dark of any town by mengetpegged

summary: If the voice has an accent at all, it’s a flat prairie Canadian, with none of G’s French-Canadian softness at the edges. But mostly, the accent is just ‘pissed off,’ which TK believes is a default setting for ghosts.

“Who are you?” TK asks, and he doesn’t like how strained his voice sounds, doesn’t like the tinge of anxiety tinting the rise of his question. He tries to regulate his breaths—in through his nose, hold, out through his mouth—but it feels like he’s not getting enough oxygen, which makes him panic even more.

“Someone with a fucking migraine, dickhead,” the voice says. “So keep the lights off and shut the hell up.”

(or: Nolan Patrick, Hotel X Ghost)

why i love it: i’m usually not super into ghost fics, both the spooky kind and the nonspooky kind, but this one is a rare exception. it’s charming and fun and tender and it’s got some of, in my opinion, the best characterization of tk and nolan in any fic. the way the author writes their dynamic and their dialogue is just unmatched

lets_make_this_moment_a_crime.mp3 by honeydripping

summary: Travis meets Nolan at a Midtown show in 2002 when he punches Nolan in the face. He can’t help it, “Like A Movie” just goes off.

But he does feel guilty about it.

TK and Patty work at a bakery together. They go to punk shows to pass the time.

why i love it: idk if anyone asked for an early 2000s emo/punk/alt au but wow! i sure am glad it exists! really the vibes of this fic, as silly as that sounds, are absolutely unmatched. i love the structure with the music, the development of their relationship, and just everything about how the author wrote the setting (there’s this whole thing with tattoos in it that makes me feel absolutely insane)

you’re ripped at every edge by you’re a masterpiece by conformityissuicide

summary: “Ugh, look, this yoga teacher has it out for me, man. And I can’t go back there without at least having some of the basics down. I’ve got to win this battle.”

“Yoga isn’t really something you win at,” Hartsy starts.

Travis cuts him off, “You can win at anything if you try hard enough.”

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OR that time Nolan's a grumpy yoga teacher and Travis realizes he wants to bone him and prove him wrong about Travis' non-existent yoga abilities.

why i love it: listen, if you want tknp, at least one of them has to be an idiot, and this tk absolutely captures the obliviousness i love to see in him in fic. it’s such a great characterization of them both and such a great concept (and even better execution)

you form a terror pack (and i’m aware of that) by dalmatienne

summary: “Can I help you?” TK snarks, both eyebrows hiked up in a way that has earned her many elbow checks to the ribs.

The chick looks down her nose, long thick eyelashes fluttering. Red-bitten lips part to blow a florid pink bubble and TK can smell the chemical sweetness when it pops.

“Yeah,” she says in this monotonous voice that seems almost at odds with her bubble gum and neon skates. She jams her stopper into TK’s thigh again, literally inches away from where it’d really hurt. “Tie ‘em.”

why i love it: to be honest, i generally don’t read rule 63 within hrpf, but this one is just absolutely knocks it out of the park. the concept (i fuckin’ love roller derby), the characterization of nolan, the pacing, the rituals, the tone of the entire fic, it’s just all around a perfect read from start to finish

thrills and grills by bitter_leaf

summary: Travis can’t even begin to wonder what he did in a previous life to incur the wrath of this fucking cook. Travis thinks he’s a nice person, doesn’t conduct himself in any way that could be considered particularly dickish, and unless this guy has some sort of issue with hockey bros or people from the boonies, he’s not sure how he started shit without even knowing.

Patty has a vendetta. Travis just wants to eat his eggs in peace.

why i love it: honestly this is the enemies to lovers fic i’ve been waiting for. i remember seeing the reddit post when it first went viral and thinking it would make such a great fic premise, so stumbling across this one was just so wonderful. super engaging and fun and so hilarious to read!

nothing but room for you by fightingfuries

summary: When his agent tells him he’s going to be traded to the Devils, Nolan isn't sure how he feels about it. Might be easier if he was going somewhere farther away, like California or fucking Florida. Somewhere sun-soaked and foreign. Someplace so different from Philadelphia that he can forget he ever played for the Flyers, forget everything that happened there.

Or Nolan fucks up, gets traded, gets his shit together and falls in love. Not necessarily in that order.

why i love it: i cannot stress to you how much i love trade fics, and this one is one of my absolute favorites. the trade to the devils-so close to philly, still, but there’s more to distance than physical miles-was such an excellent choice and the split timeline adds so much to the narrative, and the emotions are real and messy and complicated in the best way

a couple of runaways (i’m glad you stayed) by overturnedgoal

summary: The person in the video he’s watching is super annoying. Some obnoxious holier than thou granola type who keeps talking about their environmental impact as if they aren’t driving a gas guzzler around, but the basic idea of living in a van, driving around wherever, camping all the time, just going hiking and swimming and seeing the whole country? It sounds pretty dope, honestly.

why i love it: i like to watch tours and conversions of vans/buses into tiny homes as a self soothing method, and this fic has the same impact that watching those do. it’s such a fun concept, and it’s so fuckin’ soft, and the dialouge between tk and nolan is just *chef’s kiss*

all candor and style in the crook of your smile by p3trichor

summary: It’s a photo of Nolan on his knees with someones’ fingers in his mouth, lips slick with spit. Travis flicks by it almost too fast and he’s only got seconds to decide if he wants to screenshot it, if he wants to just give up the ghost right then and there. Except Travis’s phone freezes momentarily and then the group refreshes, sidcros87, Bert59 and 14 others took a screenshot!

It’s gone before Travis even has time to process it and he already wasted his replay of the day on a stupid video of a stupid fish that Hayes caught.

Can you send me that screenshot Travis texts Bertuzzi before he can overthink it, his dick already stirring in his sweats. Tuzzi sends back the cry-laughing emoji and then the screenshot before Travis can be too annoyed at him.

Or, Nolan is being weird about Travis's break-up and TK is maybe not straight.

why i love it: i genuinely don’t think i have words for the amount i love this fic. it took me forever to actually read, but it’s absolutely one of my favorite fics, and it’s an absolutely riot to read. carter’s meddling and the presence of tyler bertuzzi both make it extra fun, in my humble opinion

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saintshigaraki · 3 years

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when you break my heart, do it softly

pairing: gender neutral reader x dabi

work count: 1.5k

excerpt: A rather large part of you wonders if maybe you should’ve seen this coming. The other part of you knows that even if you had, it probably wouldn’t have changed a thing. You loved him a bit too much to walk away before you absolutely had to.

a/n: it’s not like. super relevant but this is an au where dabi is not a wanted villain.

tags: cheating, angst, hurt/comfort, hopeful ending, SOFT DABI

in case you’d rather read it on ao3!

A rather large part of you wonders if maybe you should’ve seen this coming. The other part of you knows that even if you had, it probably wouldn’t have changed a thing. You loved him a bit too much to walk away before you absolutely had to.

Dabi hadn’t ever seemed like the commitment sort of guy anyway, not since the first moment you met him when he had been incessantly flirting with you and two other girls at the same bar you were trying and failing to manage. It was your first night on the job and it was a seedy place crawling with even seedier people but you needed the money and work was work.

At least that’s what you told yourself when Dabi’s flirting got more and more annoying. It was hard to focus with him breathing down your fucking neck. You told him as much. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because while you don’t know who he is, an awfully annoying voice in the back of your head whispered perhaps you shouldn’t piss off the scarred up man who just minutes ago was demonstrating just how hot his flames can get.

You and Dabi stood completely still and silent for a few long seconds, an uncapped beer freezing through your palm and his glowing blue eyes narrowed and burning straight through your skull.

The urge to trip over your words and backtrack was almost impossible to ignore, almost. But you had shit to do and this job was already stressing you the fuck out and you’re two seconds away from being evicted so this needs to work out so it would be nice if he backed the fuck off for just a single second.

So, instead of groveling at his feet, you stuck your chin out, took a deep breath and calmly said, “Look, you’re very, very attractive, and trust me, at any other time I’d be so flattered and into this, but it’s my first night and I’m struggling just a bit so can you please give me a minute.”

He was silent for a few seconds before his lips curled up into an awfully too pleased and cocky smile revealing a pair of shockingly white teeth and weirdly sharp canines.

“You think I’m hot, doll?”

The tension between you two melted completely.

You groaned but only to hide the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

(He saw it anyway.

Later, in the early hours of the morning, he asked for your number. You gave it to him because you were a little dumb and he was a little too beautiful and surprisingly funny in a strange morbid violent lovely sort of way.

You thought this is dangerous. Not necessarily because he was dangerous-though you didn’t doubt that he most definitely was- but because as he smiled down at you with his crooked grin that made him look more boyish than villainous, you thought that’d he’d be so, so easy to fall in love with. And that he’d break your heart for it.

You were right, of course. But fuck if it didn’t hurt all the same because of it)

A year and a half later, standing in you and Dabi’s shared apartment, you’re forced to see the truth in your own damning words.

He had stripped off his shirt, getting ready for bed and for as strong as you’d like to believe you are, you can’t contain the wounded sound that escapes your mouth before you clamp your lips together.

He whips around but the damage is done. There are claw marks down his back, ones you most definitely had not left.

You both stare at each other, something so heavy and awful hanging in the space between you two.

Vaguely, it reminds you of the night you and Dabi met. Though thinking about that does nothing but rub salt in the wound, so you push it away and bury it deep.

He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“I love you, Dabi. I want you to know that. I love you so much. And I always will.”

The words are so heartbreakingly true.

You actually did end up getting evicted after that fateful night at the bar and even though you and Dabi had been dating for only 4 months at that point, he’d offered you his home and let you get back on your feet before paying rent. He knew exactly how to comfort you on the days where everything felt a bit too much like it was caving in, and you had held him as he sobbed so hard he’d heaved, more times than you could count.

You had seen the worst and best in each other. Bared your wounds so sweetly at such a formative time in your lives. How could you not love him? How could you not care for him for the rest of your life?

Of course, it hurt that he’d fucked another person, it broke your heart so completely, but the idea of being mad, of screaming at him, and throwing shit and causing a mess didn’t even cross your mind, because deep down, you thought, perhaps it is time to move on. Perhaps you both need something different right now.

You had gotten a job offer in America some time ago and you hadn’t taken it because of Dabi. Because you loved him and he was here. You had recently gotten an email that it was still on the table. It’d be a good opportunity for you. A great one actually.

It was time to move on, you realized. To grow as people, separately.

Dabi is the one to drive you to the airport. It’s a little strange, you’ll admit, but everything about what happened post the claw marks incident was a little strange. You’d stayed in his apartment after everything. Three weeks of skin-crawling awkwardness tinged with unspoken hurt.

It didn’t feel awkward now, though. As he stood outside his car with his hands in his pockets staring at you like you’re bound to turn to dust if he looks away.

You set your suitcase down gently and approach him, until you’re mere inches apart. He says nothing. You don’t either.

Instead, you wrap your arms around him and hug him. He’s stone still and just as you’re about to let go he returns it so tightly that you’re nearly crushed against his chest. You can’t help but laugh a little. His hold has always been a bit painful (but only in the sweetest way).

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair.

You laugh again, light and sweet because you love him as well. So much it hurts.

“I love you, too.”

A few weeks after getting to America you change your number and don’t tell Dabi. Because even though you love him, you think you might hate him a little too. And you’d rather let it go before hate is all you have of him.

You return to Japan a year and a half later. They offered you a transfer and you took it. Going to America was an important and needed step in your life, but in your bones, you feel the truth of it. It’s time to go home.

The night you land back in Japan, you go to the same bar you met Dabi in. Partly for the nostalgia, partly because you did genuinely love your boss, but mostly because you knew you’d get a discount.

You’re on your second vodka and coke when he comes in. You don’t even have to turn around to know. You feel it deep in your chest, a sweet ache in your bones.

He sits next to you and for a moment neither of you say anything. Not until you turn to look at him. At first glance, it’s as though nothing has changed about him. Same jacket, same dyed hair, same scars, but something in his eyes is different. Older, maybe, though it’s only been a year. And he holds himself a bit differently as well.

You like it.

You tell him as much.

He gives you that same too-pleased cocky smile that you first saw what felt like lifetimes ago.

“You think I’m hot, doll?”

You groan to hide a smile tugging at the corner of your lip.

He sees it anyway.

You wonder if history really is bound to repeat itself. But you look at him and all his minute differences, and think, maybe not. And perhaps you’re too hopeful, and maybe a little dumb, but when you walk out of the bar with him and he gives you that boyish smile, you’re not as sure that he’ll break your heart this time around.

And when he’s kissing his way down your neck and whispering, I love you, I love you, I love you, like a prayer, and his tears leave a trail on your skin, it’s hard to not return the sentiment.

You love him. Of course you do. How could you not?

You tell him as much.

Perhaps this is a mistake. Perhaps it isn’t. Loving someone is always a risk, sometimes it feels like you’re setting your heart up to be broken.

But, this is worth the risk, you think. It always has been.

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Mae Borowski Character Bio (Night in the Woods)

Age: 20

Occupation: College Student (dropped-out)

Family: Stan Borowski (father), Candy Borowski (mother), Aunt Molly (aunt), Grandfather (deceased)

Likes: Hanging with Gregg, playing bass, smashing stuff, walking on power lines, traveling through tunnels, being home, her parents, her grandpa’s ghost stories, reconnecting with old friends, feeling safe, tacos, pizza, fitting in, constellations, poetry, Witch Dagger, reminiscing about old times, horror movies, the train tracks, music.

Dislikes: Remembering ‘The Incident’, being away from home, fighting with friends, arguing with her parents, The Cult, having anxiety, mushy romance, school, beer, losing friends, being judged by her past, being forced to be someone she’s not, Possum Springs falling apart.

Voice Actor: None

Description

Mae Borowski is the main character of the mystery-thriller game: Night in the Woods. Mae is a 20 year old, college dropout who returns to her hometown, Possum Springs, and reconnects with her old friends: Bea, Gregg, and Angus. But many things have changed since she was last home, and Mae soon uncovers a dark secret within the town.

Personality

Mae is a tomboy with a troubled past. For some years, she has had a history of depression, anger issues, social anxiety, and has even suffered from hallucinations. Mae’s mental state has caused her problems throughout her life, and has landed her in trouble. Mae has a reputation of being a troublemaker and a delinquent, which is why she didn’t have many friends as a child.

When Mae returns to Possum Springs, she has a difficult time adjusting to the changes that occured while she was gone. Mae tries to reconnect with her friends, but it proves to be a bit more difficult than she thought. Mae has a hard time adjusting to change. She is saddened to see that some of the places she loved years before are no longer around, like the restaurant ‘Pastabilities’ and the old Maellard float. Mae also has a hard time adjusting to the fact that her friends all have jobs and responsibilities, and are no longer as carefree as her.

When angry, Mae will take her anger out by smashing bottles or breaking things. When she is very frustrated with someone, she will snap back at them for being so depressing and thinking that she doesn’t understand how they feel. She is especially like this towards her old friend, Bea, who had to give-up on her dreams of going to college in order to run her family’s store.

Mae suffers from depression and social anxiety, which is shown to be quite severe if she is in an unfamiliar place. The reason Mae dropped out of college was because she grew very depressed and scared, as she had never been away from home before, and even began to suffer from hallucinations. She would either scarf down a whole pizza at once or go hungry, and couldn’t even sleep unless she downed a bottle of cold medicine. Mae has low confidence when it comes to her appearance and personality, as she does not believe that she is attractive, and even believes that everyone hates her.

However, Mae is shown to have a kind and caring side. She tries to be optimistic and encouraging towards her friends when they are down. For example: She tried to tell Bea that her life was not over, and that she still had her whole life ahead of her. She also comforts Gregg when he starts badmouthing himself, and voices her disgust towards Angus’ abusive family. Mae also worries about a group of kids who hang out in the tunnels when she witnesses someone being kidnapped, and advised them to be careful. Mae is also willing to listen to someone’s concerns and worries, and also shows interest in their likes and hobbies.

Mae shows a natural talent in demolition, as some have pointed out that demolition would be a good career for her. She also shows an interest in stars and constellations, and loves to hear the stories behind them. Mae likes to hear about Possum Springs history, especially if it involves mystery and ghosts.

Mae is hinted to be pansexual. She had briefly dated a guy named ‘Cole’ when she was in high school, and even took a bit of interest in a girl that she met at a party. Mae doesn’t care about any specific genders when it comes to dating, and states that she is not too picky about it. She may not be aware that she is pansexual, as she does not know what that word even means.

Relationships

Stan Borowski: Stan Borowski is Mae’s father. He is a friendly but forgetful person, as he forgot which day Mae was supposed to come home from college. Stan loves Mae very much, and often urges her to spend time with him by watching tv with him. He likes to tell jokes that others do not find funny, and works hard to provide for his family. In the past, Stan had worked as a miner and even worked at the glass factory...before they were both shut down. He now works at the store ‘Ham Panther’, but admits that he hates it due to the low pay and lack of union. Mae mentions that he used to drink when he worked at the mine, but had to quit when he began to put his wife and daughter in danger (he likely became reckless while drunk). Like his wife, Stan wants what’s best for Mae and often worries about her.

Candy Borowski: Candy Borowski is Mae’s mother. She is a kind and caring woman who loves her daughter very much, and is very patient with her. Throughout the game, Candy tries to get Mae to tell her why she dropped out of college...but Mae always avoids to answer her. Mae loves her mom, but the two of them often butt heads with each other. Candy may have pressured Mae to go to college, as she and her husband had high hopes for her after having multiple miscarriages before Mae was born. Candy can end up snapping at Mae, but the two of them make-up after talking things out. Candy often worries about Mae’s safety and well-being. Candy works at the church doing administrative work, and shares Mae’s love of murder mysteries.

Aunt Molly: Molly is Mae’s aunt and Candy’s sister. Molly is a police officer who takes her job very seriously. Mae doesn’t really get along with her, mostly because Molly is a cop and Mae often makes trouble. Despite the hostility, Molly really loves and cares about Mae, as she only wants Mae it be safe and to stay out of trouble. Mae knows that Molly is just trying to protect her, and will try to stay out of trouble when needed.

Mae’s Grandfather: Mae had a good relationship with her grandfather. He would often tell her ghost stories when she was a child, which is how she got her love for them. Like Mae, he was a bit of a troublemaker when he was young, and even vandalized his boss’ car because of the low pay and poor conditions. Mae’s grandfather worked in the mines when he was younger, and may have known about the mine workers pulling the teeth of their employers out. He was Stan’s father, and had passed away some time before the events of the game. He appears as a ghost in the Church library.

Beatrice ‘Bea’ Santello: Bea was Mae’s best friend until 7th grade. The two of them have known each other since they were little, and were even like sisters. The two of them grew apart in 7th grade, when Mae started hanging out with Gregg. Despite this, Mae still considered Bea to be her best friend, but was unaware of the hostilities between them. Bea had wanted to go to college after graduating high school...but her mother passed away during her senior year and her father grew depressed, to the point where he just stays home and no longer tends the store. Bea had to give-up her dreams of going to college, move out of her house and into a small apartment with her dad, and take over the store instead. Bea resented Mae for being able to go to college, and grew hostile towards her even more when she dropped out after two years and returned to Possum Springs. Because of the hardships that she faced, Bea has become pessimistic and cold after being forced to give up her dreams and witness Possum Spring’s economy slowly decaying. Unlike Mae, Bea is more grounded in reality, and has no time or patience for childish things. When Mae tries to help, Bea becomes angry and believes that Mae has no idea how hard life really is. Mae tries to help Bea realize that her life isn’t over, and that she can one day make her dreams come true. Bea thinks of this as just wishful thinking, and lets out all of her pent up frustrations. In the end, Bea and Mae apologize to each other for how they both acted, and their relationship slowly becomes more stable. When Mae told Bea why she dropped out of college, Bea voiced her concerns and realized that Mae has been dealing with serious issues her whole life. Bea was very worried when Mae was hurt by a cultist and was unwilling to let her confront them alone, as she revealed that Mae was like a sister to her. In the end, the two of them officially makeup and plan to go on a road trip together. Bea plays the drums on her laptop in their band.

Gregg Lee: Gregg is one of Mae’s bestest friends since 7th grade. Mae and Gregg often caused trouble and would often commit crimes together. Gregg is rebellious and talkative compared to his boyfriend, Angus who is tech savvy and quiet. Mae and Gregg are like brother and sister and are able to understand each other, as they both deal with problems involving mental illness and insecurities. Gregg is likely bipolar, as he states that he has ‘up days’ and ‘down days’ (Bea definitely believes that Gregg is bipolar). Like Mae, Gregg believes that people don’t like him, but Mae reassures him that he is loved very much. Gregg loves Angus very much, but he believes that Angus could do better than him...but Angus loves Gregg very much, and Mae believes that their relationship will survive. Gregg works at the Snack Falcon, so he and Angus could save money so they can move to Bright Harbor. Mae does not want Gregg and Angus to move away, but Gregg tells Mae that she can visit them in Bright Harbor any time. Gregg plays the electric guitar in their band.

Angus Delaney: Angus is Gregg’s boyfriend and one of Mae’s closest friends. At first, Angus and Mae were not very close, but would hang out with each other because of Gregg. Angus is quiet, humble, and tech savvy. Angus wishes for Gregg to not commit crimes with Mae and hints that Mae may not be a good influence on Gregg, as he and Gregg are trying to save money so they can move to Bright Harbor. However, Angus is willing to help Mae when her laptop was glitching from a virus. He also allows Mae to hang out with him and Gregg...though he wanted it to just be him and Gregg. Angus does care about Mae, as he was very worried about her when she got drunk at a campfire party, and was willing to help and protect her when the cult was after her. Angus also told Mae about how he was abused as a child by his parents, to which she voiced her disgust and showed that she cared about him very much. The two of them become closer as friends as the game progresses. Angus works at the video store, and is the lead singer of their band.

Germ Warfare: Germ is one of Mae friends. Germ is two years younger than Mae, and have known each other for quite some time due to their friendship with Gregg. Germ is a bit of a mysterious person, as he often shows up out of nowhere and then disappears. Germ hints that he knows about the cult, as they had tried to sacrifice him at one point and was stalked by them...though he seems to have been spared since his disappearance would have definitely been noticed by his friends and family. Germ sees Mae as someone whom he can relate to, as they both have problems related to Possum Springs’ dying economy and being lonely. Germ often asks Mae to hang out with him, and even introduces her to his family. He lives with his parents, uncles, grandma and sisters. He had a brother who died, and states that if ghosts were real...then he would have been able to see his late-brother. Germ often watches Mae, Bea, Gregg and Angus’ band practices, and seems to enjoy their music. Germ and Mae become closer as friends as they continue to hang out together.

Selmers: Selmers is a girl who lives in Mae’s neighborhood. Selma is laid-back and easygoing, and is often seen sitting on the stoop of her house. In the past, Selmers was addicted to painkillers and even stole them from the Ham Panther when she worked there...which led her to do some jail time and spent some time in rehab. Selmers had also been married to a guy named ‘Dennis’...until he left her for a girl he met at a gas station. Selmers is a recovered addict who writes poetry, and is even a member of the Possum Springs Poetry Society. Mae often listens to Selmers’ poetry whenever she walks by her house, and likes to listen to her poetry and cheers her on. When Mae had been injured by one of the cult members, Selmers was upset and was angry that someone had hurt Mae so badly. Selmers want to live near the beach one day, something that Mae believes is a wonderful idea.

Lori Meyers: Lori is a 14 year old girl who often hangs out on the rooftops. Like Mae, Lori is a socially awkward and is a bit of a troublemaker. Lori tends to hang out by herself, but Mae ends up hanging out with her on the rooftops and train tracks. Lori lives in the poorer neighborhood of Possum Springs, which is right by the train tracks. Lori loves horror movies and likes to make her own, something that Mae encourages as she believes that Lori is talented at making horror movies. When Mae was injured by one of the cult members, Lori was angry and stated that Mae did not deserve to be hurt...as she felt that Mae was the only person who understood her. Mae acts as an older sister towards Lori, and wants her to give-up being a troublemaker so she can go on to have a better life.

Pastor K: Pastor K is the new pastor at the Possum Springs Church. Pastor K is a kind and understanding individual who wants to help people, especially Mae and a homeless man named Bruce. She often butts heads with the City Council when she tries to set up a shelter for Bruce in the church, as they see him as just another ‘bum’. Mae sees Pastor K as a good person who cares about those less fortunate than others, and likes that Pastor K does not judge her for her past or lack of faith. Pastor K has some moments where she questions her own faith, but continues to pray and be optimistic. Pastor K prayed over Mae as she laid unconscious after being attacked by the cult, showing that her faith is still strong.

Bruce: Bruce is a homeless man who sets up a tent behind the church. Bruce is a nice guy whom Mae gets along with, and likes to listen to his past from before he became homeless. Bruce had lived in Possum Springs has a miner back in the 70′s, and has a daughter with whom he is estranged from. Near the end of the game, Bruce decides to leave and reconnect with his daughter, as he feels bad that Pastor K has been going through so much stress from the City Council while trying to build a shelter for him. Mae hopes that Bruce and his daughter will be able to make amends.

Mr. Chazokov: Mr. Chazokov was Mae’s astronomy teacher in high school. Mr. Chazokov describes Mae as his ‘best/worst student’, as she hated school but love the constellations. Mae will go up on the rooftop to look at constellations with Mr. Chazokov, who will tell her the legends behind them. Mr. Chazokov cares about Mae very much, and even cried when she had been injured by one of the cult members. He was very happy to see that Mae had recovered.

Danny: Danny is a guy who is carefree yet always being fired from his jobs. He is 3 years older than Mae, and the two of them sometimes talk about employment and other things. Mae tries to be optimistic about him finding full employment someday. Danny began to work at the Ol’ Pickaxe, which Bea runs in place of her father. He was eventually laid off but found a new job at the new taco restaurant, and that he is actually good at making tacos. Danny lives with his parents and once had a girlfriend who dumped him.

Jackie: Jackie is Bea’s friend with whom Mae does not get along with. Mae tries to warm up to Jackie, but she makes it clear that she does not like Mae for not knowing about Bea’s troubles...though Mae cares very much for Bea just like Jackie does. Jackie is shown to be politically active and is against fascism. She often throws college parties, to which Bea always attends and allows Bea to pretend that she is in college, just so she can have the experience. Jackie is actually transgender.

Steve Scriggins: Steve Scriggins is a delinquent with whom Bea greatly dislikes. Bea has known Steve since high school, and is well-aware of his reputation of being an even bigger troublemaker than her. Mae only hangs out with him because he is friends with Gregg, though Mae sees Steve as an even larger bad influence than her, as Steve has them help him break into the old Food Donkey to steal an animatronic character from the basement. Though he is an adult, Steve still attends high school parties and hits on Lori’s classmates, showing that he may be interested in underaged girls.

The Tunnel Teens: The Tunnel Teens are a group of teenagers who hang out in the old tunnel where the old trolley remains. The Tunnel Teens often make fun of Mae whenever she tries to relate to them. Despite this, however, Mae shows genuine concern for them when she witnesses a teenager being kidnapped by one of the cultists, and advices the Tunnel Teens to stay safe and travel in groups.

Bombshell: Bombshell is a girl who Mae met at a college party in another town. Bombshell is a laid-back girl who finds Mae interesting, and even begins to flirt with her. Mae also finds Bombshell interesting and even finds her attractive. Unfortunately, their interactions are cut short as Mae goes to find Bea at the party. Mae realizes that she did not get Bombshell’s contact info, but has a feeling that they will meet again at another college party. Her real name is not actually ‘Bombshell’, as it is just the name that Mae gives her in her journal.

Cole: Cole was Mae’s ex-boyfriend from high school. The two of them went out a few times, but their last date was senior prom. The two went together...but Mae accidentally caused him to bleed after trying to kiss him, accidentally chokes him with paper towels while trying to stop the bleeding, throws up on him, and floods the bathroom after stuffing the paper towels down the toilet. Cole ranaway and Mae returned home on a classmates’ tractor crying all the way home. The two of them broke-up after this...but Cole appears to not hold a grudge against Mae for what happened. When Cole returns to Possum Springs for the weekend, he was happy to see Mae and was worried about her. Mae becomes really anxious around him due to the prom incident, and gets drunk on watered-down beer and causes a scene. Mae once wrote a song about him called: Go Get Dead Angel Face. She is very, very embarrassed by that song.

The Janitor: The Janitor is a mysterious man whom Mae meets at the bus station when she arrives home from college. The Janitor is very down-to-earth and gives Mae cryptic messages and warnings, which she does not seem to understand. The Janitor appears and disappears quite mysteriously at certain parts of the game: The bus station. the Ol’ Pickaxe, the hospital, and downtown. When Mae was hospitalized, the Janitor appeared and reassured her parents that she would be alright. It is possible that he is some kind of deity or spirit that is watching over Mae, as he may have supernatural powers of some sort.

Andy Cullen: Andy Cullen is an unseen character...but he plays a big role in Mae’s character. Six years before the story, Mae became dissociated with reality and began seeing objects and people as shapes. During a baseball game at her school, Mae had a breakdown and saw Andy as nothing but shapes...and began to beat him with a baseball bat. Mae eventually snapped out of it, and was horrified by what she had done to him. After this incident, the parents of Possum Springs told their children to stay away from Mae, and Andy was hospitalized for quite a while. It is unknown what happened to Andy afterwards, although it is likely that he got better and no longer lives in Possum Springs. Mae still feels a strong amount of guilt over the incident, and doesn’t even know why she attacked him.

Casey Harley: Casey was Mae’s friend from high school. Mae and Casey were very close and would do crimes together with Gregg. Casey played the drums in the band before Bea took over after his disappearance. While Mae was away at college, Casey suddenly disappeared and no one had heard from him since. Everyone believed that he ran away and hopped onto the tracks, which was something that he had often talked about doing, so no one was surprised when he disappeared. Nevertheless, Casey’s parents put up ‘missing’ fliers of him all over town, and all of his friends missed him dearly. It was later revealed that Casey had actually been kidnapped and sacrificed by The Cult, as they believed that he wouldn’t amount to anything and that no one would miss him if he was gone. The Cult claimed that Casey was going to deal drugs with his cousin, who died in a meth-explosion, but it is unknown if any of that is true. While Casey appeared to be a troublemaker, he was well-liked by everyone and loved by his parents. Mae and her friends were deeply sad and angry after learning of his death. It is unknown if Mae will tell his parents of his true fate or not.

Eide: Eide is a member of The Cult and the pseudo antagonist of the game. Not much is known about Mae, but he appears halfway through the game. Mae first spots him during Harfest, in which she witnesses him kidnapping a teenager and runs after him. Eide is somehow able to go through the tall fence and disappears. Eide appears to follow Mae at the graveyard, Possum Jump, and the Historical Society. At first, Mae believes him to be a ghost and is determined to learn more about him, and is also afraid that he will kidnap other teenagers. When Mae encounters him again, Gregg shot him in the arm with his crossbow, causing him to runaway. Eide then appears with the other cultists, and is angry about being shot in the arm. When Mae and her friends are allowed to leave, Eide follows them on the mine’s elevator and tries to take Mae with him. Mae is her friends are able to pull Mae away from him, and he goes down with the elevator. His fate is unknown, but he likely died when the mine caved in. As a member of The Cult, it could be that Eide wanted to sacrifice Mae to the Black Goat, meaning that he believes that Mae is not important to the town and will not be missed if she were to suddenly vanish. Eide appears to have supernatural powers, which allow him to become transparent and even teleport. While his real identity is unknown, some fans believe that he is the cult’s leader, Ed Skudder, who is said to have been granted the power to ‘walk through walls’. Other fans believe that Eide is actually a heavily brainwashed Casey Hartley who, instead of being sacrificed by the cult, became a member instead. Eide is shown to be a cat like Mae when she kicks off his helmet.

The Cult: The Cult is the hidden antagonist of the game. The Cult was formed many years ago by a man named Ed Skudder, who worked as a miner in Possum Springs. Ed came across a bottomless pit, where he claimed he heard an entity known as ‘The Black Goat’ sing to him. Ed claimed that the Black Goat offered to keep Possum Springs existing if Ed threw people into the pit. Since then, many more people joined the cult and sacrificed people to the Black Goat, as they believe that it is the only way that Possum Springs will survive. The members of the cult only sacrifice people whom they believe will not be missed, such as homeless people and runaways. The Cult has no intention of hurting Mae or her friends...rather, they want them to join because the current members are all old. However, Mae and her friends are disgusted by the Cult’s beliefs and practices, as what they are doing is murdering people. Mae believes that the cultists are doing this because it is the only thing that makes sense to them and gives them hope, though she is still disturbed by them. The Cult is located in the old mine. After an accidental mining collapse, it is very likely that the cultists became trapped in the mine, meaning that they will likely die from starvation and dehydration. Mae, Bea and Gregg felt guilty at first...but Angus felt no guilt for them because of their murderous actions. It is likely that the City Council does not know about the Cult, as they appear to keep themselves a secret.

The Black Goat: The Black Goat is a mysterious entity that is worshipped by a cult in Possum Springs. The Black Goat supposedly lives at the very bottom of a pit inside the old mine, and is said to sing to people and give them strange dreams. According to the cultists, the Black Goat sung to Ed Skudder and made a deal with him: The Black Goat would help Possum Springs’ economy, in exchange for sacrifices. Since then, the cultists would sacrifice people whom they deemed ‘unwanted’ and would not contribute anything to society. It is also said that the Black Goat granted Ed Skudder powers, and that it is the one responsible for Mae’s strange dreams. It is unknown if the Black Goat actually exists or not, or if it actually kept Possum Springs from falling apart years before. The Black Goat may be more of a figment of Mae’s imagination, or possibly symbolize the Cult and Mae’s fear of losing their home and not knowing what else to do about it.

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Imperfect and inhuman, are we?

Fandom: School of Rock: The Musical (AU Verse) Chapters: 1/? Pairing: Dewey Finn x OC (Magdalena Newton) The Players: Dewey Finn, Magdalena Newton, Ned Schneebly, The School of Rock Students Word Count: 1,978 Warnings: M for Future Things

Notes: Y’all remember when I said I was going to play in in the Dewey Finn + vampire universe? WELL...here we go. Trying out a new “free-form” scene by scene chapter format, rather than a standard chronological order. We’ll see how this plays out

Chapter 1 - Night - Routine

The alarm went off at precisely 8:14pm.

From under the massive pile of blankets covering the twin-sized bed, an arm slithered out, feeling along the nightstand in the dark. The vibrations from the cellphone led the fingers toward their goal, tapping the screen - a few misses - before the noise finally ceased. Finished with its task, the arm retreated under the blankets, tucking itself inward like a snake retreating to its den.

At 8:17pm, the alarm went off again.

This time, an entire body followed the arm out of the blankets, turning off the alarm with one hand, and turning on a small desk lamp with the other. With a wide yawn, they stumbled out of bed, shuffling along the carpeted floor until they reached the bathroom. Luckily, this room had an automatic light fixture, the space filling with a soft white glow. Another automatic feature kicked on around the same time; a TV screen built-in to the vanity mirror taking up most of the wall. At once, the familiar voice of the weather channel anchor echoed around the tiled bathroom.

Magdalena Newton looked a mess when she woke up.

Her only saving grace was the fact she had the forethought to plait her long hair into a braid every night, or else she would have to deal with a rat’s nest besides the general unkept-ness of her appearance first thing in the morning. Absently, she untied the ribbon in her oil-black hair, watching the weatherman as she started to untangle the strands.

Sunrise was at 6:28am that morning; a good amount of time to take care of her errands.

Magdalena tapped the center of her vanity mirror and another screen snapped to life, along with some ring lights attached to a small camera. Within a few seconds, she could see herself in the mirror’s surface, as clear as though she were looking in the actual glass.

Technology was a marvel.

Her reflection was always such a strange thing to look at, to be honest. There were moments it didn’t seem like she was the one looking back at herself, only recently getting the ability to see herself within the past few decades. It was centuries before she could recall what she truly looked like, relying only on a painted portrait or a lover’s descriptions.

Both of which were never accurate.

Wincing at her haggard appearance, Magdalena started to work on fixing herself up for the night. No use going out looking like you just rolled out of bed… even if it were true. She was raised to be a proper lady when in view of other people, and that took some care and effort on her part. Besides, one never knows who you might see wandering the streets so late at night, or whom you might be looking for.

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Was it just him, or did the sliding door of his van sound louder when it was dark outside?

Checking his watch in the circular beam of the streetlamp, it was just around 9:00pm when he parked his van outside of his apartment building, sliding open the door to start moving equipment from the vehicle to the home. It had been another late-night practice session at the concert venue with his students, which meant he had spent the last hour or so of practice getting berated by parents for keeping their kids so late.

The gods of rock care not for simple mortal concepts like time. Or calling parents in advance. Or responding to the last 15 text messages you got.

Eh, he knew they would shut up about it once they saw all the hard work the kids were putting into the show. It was shaping up to be quite the epic mid-summer concert spectacular he had seen in his dreams. The uptight little bastards were really doing him proud.

Dewey Finn stuck the handle of his guitar case between his teeth, trying to balance the bottom half with his knee, and simultaneously grab his satchel from under the front seat. It was a good idea, in theory, had it not been for the fact that the angle of the guitar case was preventing him from reaching into the van. He wasn’t about to set his prized guitar case on the street, nor did he feel like making two trips up and down the building’s stairwell.

He lost count of how many times he had sent angry emails to the supervisor about the busted elevator, only to be told it would “take some time” because it was a “historic building”.

Historic was a polite word for collapsing at any given moment.

Dewey couldn’t complain too much, all things considered; the apartment’s mysterious landlord company gave him a break on the rent due to him using the space for education. Apparently, whoever own the place was a fan of music, which gave them an upgrade in the landlord scale from Hell spawn to Minor Annoyance.

Shifting his weight to keep the guitar case balanced, Dewey tried again to reach the satchel, muttering a slew of curses with a mouthful of leather handle.

—

Magdalena heard the van door before she even rounded the corner, which made her take pause during her speedy trek down the sidewalk. Pulling out her phone, she checked the time: 9:07pm. He was a little earlier than she anticipated, putting a significant kink in her plans for that evening.

For the two and a half weeks, she had clocked him arriving at his apartment no earlier than 9:39pm, which would leave her plenty of time to scale the fire escape until she reached his floor. Nothing scandalous ever happened during her vigils; she was more than content to listen to the sounds of life from his apartment. His weighty footsteps padding around the creaky floors, rummaging around for something to eat, playing video games late into the night. Speaking with other people either in person or on the telephone.

And her favorite hobby of his: singing.

Was it still considered voyeurism if one didn’t actually look at their object of affection? Listening was more than enough. Hearing him plunk out little tunes on his guitar and sing classic rock ballads were something she could have listened to all night if she had the opportunity. She would risk staying out beyond daybreak if he had stayed up all night singing; her own private concert, and he didn’t even know anyone was listening.

For now.

Still, she was debating if it was too early to introduce herself. What is in doing so, she was committing a grave miscalculation of her plans and would therefore have to resort to… unpleasant measures? What if he didn’t want to know her? What if he ended up not liking what he found out?

What if it was something mundane: she wasn’t the right type? The right build or height? The right gender? He hadn’t brought anyone into his apartment save his friend - Nathan? Nolan? - that she could tell. However, his daytime activities were as of yet a mystery, which could have meant this entire plan would end in utter disaster if he were spoken for.

Nope. There was no use thinking the worst of things without even making an attempt.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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The more he struggled, the more his jaw began to ache.

Dewey was stubborn more than anything, which his best friend Ned always pointed out just how illogical it was for him to be such a damn slacker 90% of the time when he would get into his hellbent fits of motivation. He was going to make it up the stairs in one go, and he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself doing it.

Such delusions of grandeur can only go so far before one’s hubris decided to take the driver’s seat.

Dewey’s jaw finally gave out, causing his guitar case to tip over across his knee and gain a bit of air before starting to fall to the dirty sidewalk below. The whole thing was like a slow-motion sequence in a movie; Dewey reaching out his hands, fumbling for purchase on the leather case, and ultimately sending it further away from him when he failed to grasp it tight.

Unable to watch the carnage, he screwed his eyes shut tight, waiting for the inevitable crashing of his precious instrument hitting cement-

-which never happened.

Cautiously opening one eye, he peeked out in the darkened space beyond the streetlight, seeing his guitar case being held oh so carefully by a pair of delicate hands. Fully opening his eyes, he followed those hands up their respective arms until he came face to face with his savior. A woman, about his height, stood next to his van with the case secure in her grip. It was hard to see her in the shadows, even more so with her face obscured by the neck of the guitar case.

“Clumsy.” The woman said, her voice clear and crisp in the still air.

Dewey was immediately taken aback by her speech, his overly sensitive musical ear picking up a mix of accents he couldn’t place, and a soft, rounded lisp near the front of her mouth. Within a few seconds, however, he was far more concerned with the welfare of his guitar, reaching out and gently taking the case from her.

“You… you saved Tawny from certain death. My precious axe. My baby.” He cradled the case like a small child, setting it down in the van with great care. “I was such a fool to treat you so carelessly.”

The woman tilted her head, “Tawny?”

“Tawny. Ya know, like the girl from the White Snake video? Only the hottest woman to ever dance on the hood of a car.” Dewey replied, “Not… not that it was her only quality.”

“Never met her, so I couldn’t say.” She replied, a bit of laughter lilting through her voice this time. “She was attractive though, no shame in saying it.”

Whirling around on his heels, Dewey finally turned his full attention to the woman, almost falling over into the passenger door of the van once he got a good view of her. He didn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t… her.

“Snow White” was the immediate image that popped into his head. She looked pale as a ghost in the dim shadows, with dark hair tied intricately with braided bits gathered into a low ponytail, and her bright blue eyes catching the light like some nocturnal creature. The stark difference between her skin and her inky hair, coupled with her all black ensemble gave her the appearance of a living black and white image. The only color visible in the darkness with a bright, robin’s egg blue scarf tied in a bow around her neck.

“Uhhh…. I… you… wow…” Dewey leaned against the van, trying to act casual. “I mean, w-what’s a girl like you doing on a sidewalk like this? It’s late for a casual urban hike.”

“Protecting defenseless musical instruments from certain death.” She mirrored his stance, placing a hand on her hip. “I moonlight as a vigilante.”

He nodded, holding out his hand in a friendly gesture, “Ah, well, consider me a grateful citizen oh Superhero- Lady- Ma’am. Wow- you know what? That was lame. I’m just gonna show myself out before I embarrass myself any further.”

Dewey started to take his hand away, but not before the woman took hold of it, shaking it with a firm grip, “All in a night’s work, fair citizen.”

The woman - reluctantly- let go of his hand, stepping around him and continuing her way down the sidewalk. As though finally discovering that: yes, he had a brain, and yes, he should use it immediately, Dewey jogged a couple paces to try and catch up to her. She stopped when she heard him approaching, which made him bump into her softly, having not anticipated the sudden pause.

After steadying himself, Dewey ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, “Listen. Maybe… maybe we can start over? Because this whole night is gonna keep me up for weeks if I don’t try and regain my dignity. I’m Dewey Finn.”

Laughing softly, though she covered her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, she nodded. “Fair enough, Dewey Finn. I’m Magdalena.”

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blossomhcney · 4 years

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( james ransone. forty. cis-male. he/him. ) in texas, george charlton-thomas is more commonly known as george. they’ve been living in newton for two weeks and currently con artist. some say they are opportunistic & devious but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re practical & charismatic. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear with or without you by U2 playing from their window. ( never taking no for an answer, always running and never looking back, hastily scribbled notes, always wearing a suit, ink stained fingers. )

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. george hugh charlton-thomas NICKNAME. none. AGE. forty. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoromantic. HOMETOWN. newton. OCCUPATION. con artist. AFFILIATION. none.

ZODIAC. capricorn. POSITIVE TRAITS. practical, charismatic, capable. NEGATIVE TRAITS. opportunistic, devious, over-imaginative. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, french, dutch. (he is better at accents rather than speaking multiple languages)

HEIGHT. 5′10. EYE COLOR. brown. HAIR COLOR. brunet. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: death

george thomas was the only child of dennis and gloria thomas, loved and cared for by both, though each in their own ways. gloria showed her love for george by trying to mould him into an upstanding member of society, she wanted the best for her son and she wanted him to have the best life that he could and, in a town like newton, she knew the best opportunity he had was to keep his head down and stay quiet. now, dennis, on the other hand, wanted george to grow up just like him. a crook. by the age of eight, he had successfully been handed over many of dennis’ pearls of wisdom, being capable of much more than he likely should have been if it wasn’t for his father’s constant ‘training’ as he liked to call it. it wasn’t long before gloria realised her path for george was long gone, darkened before he had even had a chance to find out what would await him on the other end if he chose to take it.

by fifteen, he was the master of the short con. occasionally, he would get a little help if it was a two person job, but he was capable of doing so much by himself and his father was deathly proud of him for carrying on the family business, as it were. it seemed to george that the thomas’ were a long line of con artists and there was to be no disappointing his father. sure, his mother had fallen victim to the love of a good man, but that didn’t mean his career was any good. if you asked george, being a con artist was like being a regular artist. they wove beautiful tales to any unsuspecting person that should find themselves under the watchful eye of a thomas and they told them what they wanted to hear. if they wanted something for nothing, they could be taken and it was not up to george to deny them of the right to be conned when they so surely deserved it.

the only thing that george wanted that differed to his father’s plans for him (for them) was that he wanted to get out of newton. he wanted to see the world. he wanted to explore and find himself along the way. hell, he just wanted to con as many people as he could, the ones who deserved it, anyway. he was a simple man with simple tastes and he just wanted to explore and travel and meet other family members who might be able to show him more, a better life, a more... extravagant way to live and earn. it would be foolish to say that dennis was unimpressed with this idea, but george was adamant that one day, he would get to see the world for all it was worth. he would come back, after all, this was his home. his parents were here and he wanted to stay with them as long as he could, live and die by them. they had given up so much for him, so much more than he could ever know, so how could he ever just give up on them? well, it looked like he wouldn’t have to.

it seemed dennis was unable to give up the life he had so dearly passed onto his son, one last con, he just had to be involved with something once more. he left newton for a few weeks, a month at most. that was the plan, at least. now, george was unaware of the true details for a long time and that was, perhaps for the best, because to know that his father was killed over a con gone wrong, well it would have been the one thing that could make him give it all up. especially if his mother had lived long enough to tell him. as luck would have it, she suffered her own demise a few weeks later. a complete accident, truly, caught in what could only be described as a gang war, though the term is far more troubling than it sounds. as far as anybody knows, it was gang members and gloria stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. it was the last straw for george. he had always wanted to get out but now he had no reason to stay. it wasn’t long before he had sold the house and left for england.

it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it was somewhere new and he had family there, so it seemed like a no brainer when he booked the ticket. and, of course, it was how he met the crew he would come to work with for years. entirely by accident, mind you. he was running a few short cons, the easiest being ‘accidentally’ bumping into somebody and lifting their wallet. it was going swimmingly, if he were to be asked, until he lifted a wallet and his was lifted at the same time. it was... sort of really strange to be caught in a situation where he was targeting somebody who had also been targeting him. the fascination only grew from there, though. that was how he met douglas and when he was introduced to douglas’ mentor, it was even more of a surprise to find that it was his grandfather, the very man he had come to england to see. ‘life has a funny way of working out’ he had said at the time and george thought that yes, it certainly did and yes, he could see he potential of having a life here, in this country, with these people.

working with a crew was much better than working on his own. the art of the long con was something george had not had the chance to be shown by his own father, so it was somewhat poetic that the very man who had shown him the ropes all those years ago should be the one to show george. it was beautiful to watch him work, see him rope in the marks for them to weave their tales for, take them for as much as they could whilst never feeling an ounce of guilt because they deserved it, after all. and life was really good for a long time. the crew was like his new family, a found family, after all. they looked out for one another and they kept each other safe. they were not intended to be a substitute for the family he lost, but they were pretty good for it.

it didn’t take long for him to develop feelings for douglas and that felt like a death wish. in this line of work, there was no way to have a normal life. he had seen that much with his father, he had eventually been drawn back into the not so glamorous life of a con man. he had paid for his sins with his death and george was determined not to allow that to come of himself and douglas. not because he had a few feelings. he hid them well, like he hid all things about himself during certain moments, though his grandfather was far too capable of drawing them out of him. it seemed that even with a found family, secrets were not ideal. they were the make or break of many situations. feelings also seemed to be the make of break to george, but what did he know if his grandfather was anything to go by. perhaps a con artist could have a life and still do their job without getting caught out.

so, they gave it a go. a really good go. a few arguments here or there but who didn’t have those? they were in love and they were happy and, as far as george was concerned, that was all that mattered. his grandfather was certainly supportive in the entire ordeal, as where the other members of their crew. they were in love and not a single one of them could ever make anything else mean more than that. and, as it turns out, love is not the catalyst of every good thing in a person’s life. george did not fall in love and then his entire world crashed and burned around him. they spent a long time together with the worst thing that ever happened being a con falling through. they were never caught and convicted of anything. caught, yes, but that meant nothing if they had no evidence to put them away. so they were free, day after day, year after year. hell, they even got married a month ago. that may have been where it all went downhill.

with every long con, there was a chance that it could go south very quickly. very dangerously. usually, the cops were the most dangerous thing about a con. but in this case, it was the mark themselves. a very wealthy businessman that was more than capable of ruining a life with the snap of his fingers. and by ruin, well he could destroy their credibility, destroy relationships, businesses, partnerships. and then, on the flip side, he could have somebody killed and nothing would trace back to him. if he thinks about it now, he might say that getting married right before a con with a mark like that was foolish, but at the time, nobody thought that. hell, they were just happy to be getting married and sealing their commitment together after so long of dancing around the subject. their marriage was not the only catalyst to the con, there were many things that were not exactly overlooked but were not airtight and that was the big thing, wasn’t it? they had to make sure that nobody would come looking for them, that they were going to be home free with such a dangerous mark. well, they got the money. and they cleared out of their hotel room before they were found, but by the skin of their teeth, practically. the decision to take some time apart, go their separate ways until it was safe for them in england again, it was mostly a joint decision. they knew they could not safely be together in england and they all needed a way out, somewhere to lay low for a while. they had to make sure they were safe and would continue to be.

it was easy to see why george had picked newton for his safe haven. he knew the place, he was used to the streets, though they may have changed a little in the twenty years it had been since he had lived there. but it was his home, even if there were no loving parents waiting with open arms to take him back in. it was hard to convince douglas it was the right place to go but, the way george saw it, they had no choice and it had to be done. they had to go somewhere and england was no longer capable of housing them safely. so, newton it was.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

former best friends / ride or die - so we all know i love a little ride or die, so i’m thinking anybody that was on the road to their life of crime from a young age and would have been well versed in the way of mr. dennis thomas, con man extraordinaire - their parents may have been friends or even enemies ! but they were basically inseparable right up until george left newton behind.

people he’s conned - wait a smart way for me to name this ! anyway, anybody that has been in town for the past two weeks (don’t look at me like that) has probably been subject to george lifting their wallet. this is not a dig at their intelligence, he is very good at what he does, so there is no shame in it. and the potential for anyone he may have crossed paths with over the years lies here too. PLUS anyone that was around 21 years ago would likely also have had the exact same done to them, if they were old enough for such a thing, of course.

childhood friends - this stays being like former best friends but not necessarily to that level. but some lil friends back in the day that he can reach out to now is ......... sexi pls and thanks

this is all i have in the way of wanted connections thus far but please do feel free to send me any you have because wbk i love to plot

#rideintro.#( 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 / george charlton–thomas. )

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ofhamlcts · 4 years

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hi all!!! I’m Emily and I am absolutely thrilled to be here writing with you! I seriously cannot wait to begin plotting and writing and all of the angst we’re going to kill each other with! but for now, i’ll quit my rambling and start introducing the mess that is my child.

without further ado: larissa griffith aka hamlet

PINTEREST / APPLICATION

I do not - and will never - expect you to read my long ass, rambly application because we are all adults with lives!!! below, i’ve summarised the most important information into short(er) bullet points for your consumption! these should give you a good insight into who lar is as a character and serve as a launch pad for plotting!!!

(TW: Alcoholism and abuse)

larissa has strong roots in Britain's working class, going all the way back to the industrial revolution. traditionally miners, her entire family has a chip on their shoulder about Thatcher and that stand off with the miners, forcing them to turn abandon their traditions and livelihoods. instead, her mother was/is a careworker and her father was a factory worker.

she grew up poor - dirt poor - but her mother forbade her from knowing it. instead, she enlisted lysander to conceal the truth; a kindness on both their parts. she encouraged the pair to “make their own magic” - bus-trips to neighbouring towns to substitute for far-flung holidays, treasure hunts in charity shops instead of newly wrapped birthday treats, bargain hunting in supermarkets instead of gourmet dishes.

Lysander was at the centre of her childhood. Two years her senior, they were a two-pieced puzzle, complementary in their opposites. The boy with the bleeding heart, he was kindness personified; the first to befriend an outcast, accepting of people’s shortcomings, optimistic in his belief that the trajectory of life was up. Lysander was both best friend and brother, co-conspirator and protector.

Shit hit the fan after the 2008 financial crash. Her mother’s pay was frozen and her father was laid off. Faced with failure as a provider, husband and father - his identity eroded - he transformed into something else. He drank. A lot. At first, the drinking isn’t so bad. Between one and five glasses, he’s a joy. He sings Christmas songs in July and dances like he’ll never have the chance to again. After that comes the bits Larissa never saw. Arguments between her parents - over money, unemployment and benefits - soon grow physical. At the end of the night, her father always begs for forgiveness and promises to never drink again. Her mother always forgives him. And he always breaks his word. Lysander ensured she never knew what was going on in their house.

He protected her in other ways too. when Larissa was eleven, her father came home drunk and demanded she go with him on a father-daughter road trip. lysander intervened, first attempting to reason with him. when that fails, he orders you out. child that she was, larissa wriggled free from her father’s trip and fled to lysander’s room, where she knew she’d always be safe. hours later, Lysander pulled back the covers, his face shaded in dried blood and hastily applied bandages. come on, he urged, it’s time to go on an adventure.

Adventure turned out to be two children and one shaken mother moving into their grandparents house thirty minutes outside of Edinburgh. Determined to ensure that abuse didn’t blight their future, she insisted on both siblings sitting and passing entrance exams and scholarship interviews for the leading private school. Both she and Lysander passed. But from the very beginning, it was clear that they were different from everyone else. The other students had double-barrelled surnames and parents who were titans of industry and the creme-de-la-creme of society. Possessed by their own self-worth, they were the very embodiment of entitlement. Larissa despised them instantly, taking their existence as proof of a fundamental ill in the universe. It wasn’t fair that they had so much when she had so little, or that their families continued to be whole.

Lysander saw things differently. Fire and water, sun and moon - she had always known there were fundamental differences between the two of them, but hadn’t thought they would ever drive them apart. Whilst Larissa spurned her new school, preferring to bury her head in her work and befriend the librarians, Lysander threw himself head first into his new life, choosing to see the opportunity and kindness in his new peers. Bit by bit, the gulf between them widened - until they led separate lives. It broke her heart. Larissa didn’t know what to do with her sorrow except unleash it upon Lysander, leading to their one and only argument. She accused him of looking down upon his family and of being ashamed of them. She even used the words class traitor

Fences were only mended between the two of them on account of Larissa finding out what had really happened between her mother and her father - and realising the truth of her own past. Once she understood what Lysander had done to protect her, Larissa bit her lip and swallowed her pride; knocking on his door to apologise. From that moment forward, she swore she would do whatever she could to repay him.

More than anything else, Larissa felt guilty that she hadn’t known about her father’s true nature. Remorseful that she hadn’t helped. Whilst her family told her not to chastise herself, pointing out she had only been a child - Larissa insisted on bearing a cross and atoning for her sins. From then on, she swore to repay the kindness shown to her by her mother and Lysander and dedicate her life to protecting society’s most vulnerable, single handedly correcting the injustices she witnessed, whether they be gender, racial or class.

Larissa entered Ashcroft with her fists curled, ready to go to war and burn the establishment to the ground if that was what it took to succeed. Mind already made up, she decided that Ashcroft was like every other university - dominated by white men, more obsessed with statistics than welfare and infected with rampant sexism.

Sure enough, she got to work immediately. Unable to bite her lip, Larissa called out every slight, intentional or otherwise. Headstrong and stubborn, once she has the bit between her teeth she’s restless in her pursuit. In her two-and-a-bit years at Ashcroft, she’s prosecuted several successful campaigns. From picking apart the English literature reading list for being too colonial, calling out Lecturers on their sexist bullshit and launching a petition to force Ashcroft to divest from fossil fuel investments, no cause escapes her attention. By far, her most ambitious campaign was in her first year, once she discovered that Ashcroft’s cleaners - as agency workers - were being denied fair wages, holiday leave and sick pay. Outraged, she spearheaded a campaign to bring them ‘in-house’; the first person to arrive and the last person to leave the picket lines.

Larissa initially rejected Oberon Ashcroft’s invitation into the Imperium society. Invited after she stormed into his office and delivered a list of cleaners demands, she refused to join until he acceded to the cleaner’s demands. He did so immediately - trapping her in her own promises.

Larissa’s dislike for Octavia was no big secret. Her brother’s taste in partners has always been poor - so whilst she wasn’t surprised he went for another blonde heiress, Larissa was disappointed; knowing that it could only end in heartbreak for her brother. Girls like Octavia did not end up with boys from families like hers.

There’s no such thing as justice. That’s Larissa’s new motto; practically every other sentence out of her mouth since Lysander was arrested. Whilst her brother put - and continues to place - his father in the judicial system, she saw the writing on the wall from the beginning - suspecting that he was one small pawn in someone else’s game. There is no doubt in her mind that Lysander is innocent - nor has there ever been any.

Larissa offered to lie on the stand for Lysander; offering him the alibi that would have seen him slip the noose around his neck. He forbid her, telling her to think of her career, her freedom, her life. He didn’t know that there wasn’t a life worth living without him in it.

Besides, her life has changed beyond all recognition. Some of those changes are of her own making. Stricken by grief, she’s abandoned almost everyone and everyone who meant anything. Theresa was the first to fall by the wayside, abandoned without a moment’s thought. It’s too selfish to try to be happy whilst her brother rots. Academics go next - her grades slip letter by letter, until Headmaster Ashcroft writes sternly worded letters warning of a scholarship loss. She’s even lost interest in her causes; all injustices paling in comparison to the one committed against Lysander. In short, she’s turned against the world, half-gladly.

Coming back to Ashcroft was a bad idea, but she’ll never admit it. Her newly minted title of “sister of the murderer” is not an easy one to bear. Someone starts a rumour that she’ll be expelled from the Imperium Society. More people hope it’s true. Never apt at biting her tongue, she punches them - and half a dozen more - in the face.

Larissa has tried to convince Lysander to fight back - to launch an appeal, do an interview with the media to tell his story - to do something, anything! Every time, his answer is the same. Sadly, he shakes his head.

Octavia comes in the space between dreams and nightmares. Her beauty has been snatched from her, drained with her life force. She finds this version of Octavia an easier one to stomach. Without facade, Larissa can stare directly into her soul. How is it that dead, Octavia feels more human to her? Younger too - before her eyes, Larissa sees Octavia as she must have once been - a little girl with all the fire of life inside of her. Any hate borne towards her in life softens into pity. Catching her glancing at a photo of her and Lysander, Larissa asks the one question that will shake the universe. Did he kill you? With only half a second to consider the weight of that question - and whether she wants to hear the answer, Octavia shakes her head. No.

Larissa makes Octavia a promise. She swears not to rest until she finds the person who did. Not for her, but for Lysander.

#spectreintro #about #jesus christ this got long #so long that i couldnt justify putting like the fun hcs in #but just know that shes a stubborn bitch and oh my god that chip on her shoulder is MASSIVE #she hates injustice and rich ppl in particular and especially those who think her brother is guilty #very very very flawed #but also deeply humorous #with that very dry sarcastic very british sense of humour

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bishysnaps · 4 years

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Interview: Colette Whitlock

► Name ➔ “Colette, but many call me Spider.”

► Are you single ➔ “Mm, yes I am. If this is your way of hinting at something, I would request you find a better style of flirting, dove.”

► Are you happy ➔ “On most accounts, yes!” ► Are you angry? ➔ “Sometimes, yes. These tomes can be a real hassle to dig out from the shelves when you’re only 5′0″ after all. So the frustration is real.” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “I... wouldn’t know.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Kugane.” ► Hair Color ➔ “Naturally black, but I like using magic to change it from time to time.” ► Eye Color ➔ “My mother once called my eyes a ‘sea foam’ shade. Not entirely sure what that means, but we’ll go with that.” ► Birthday ➔ The eighth sun of the fourth umbral moon ► Mood ➔ “I’m actually quite tired; you caught me after my sleepy time tea.” ► Gender ➔ “Definitely female!” ► Summer or winter ➔ “I adore both seasons, but summer will always take priority.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “I prefer my morning coffee over my night time tea. It just refills me with energy to get through the day!”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Mm.. Not that I recall.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No. What that truly is isn’t love, but desire. You can desire another at first sight, but love? That requires time to develop.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I did. He was getting too clingy, and I didn’t want him wasting his time on someone who refused to love him back like he wanted.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Heh, a few, yes.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Mm, not entirely, no. But my life in the shop? It requires entire focus. And having a love interest would complicate matters. Besides, I enjoy my space to myself, thank you.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “I’ve hugged a few spiders, does that count?” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I once had roses delivered to my shop once a week by some stranger that found me in the market. He tried breaking into the shop a few times since then. He was found dead two weeks later. Such a shame. Perhaps he shouldn’t have stalked girls as a hobby, and he may still be alive?” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “...Once, yes. But my responsibilities took priority, no matter how much it hurt.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ ”I’ll take lust. At least then I could get laid.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Iced tea.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Neither; one hunts my babies, and the other is far too loud for my tastes. I’m loud enough, thank you very much.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Give me a small group, and I’ll be perfectly fine. But sometimes, I can hide in plain sight if surrounded by too many people. Easier to find the sheep among the lions.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “It depends on my mood. Sometimes I enjoy a night in, a tome in lap and a cup of tea besides me. But on occasion, I do enjoy a good night out on the streets, hunting for some prey, fun.” ► Day or night ➔ “Night. My critters become so much more active then.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “It was hard to sneak out when you grew up as a orphan. No one really there to catch you, per say.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Oh no, did the spiders blab again?! They promised they wouldn’t say anything!” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Of course. But you cannot deal on the what-ifs, or it will tear you apart, muscle by muscle.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Mm... From my responsibilities? All of the time. But in general? No, I’m quite good not disappearing.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ "Smile. You can tell what sort of person they are by the smile they give. Whether it’s with teeth or lips, how slow it forms, and if it reaches the eyes or not.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Taller; I’m already short enough.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Intelligence. It’s not easy to keep a conversation going just because they have pretty eyes.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “With my shop, a hook up would be preferred. But who knows? Stranger things have happened.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ "I don’t really see any family, ever. So...no?” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ "Pffft. Everything is so messy, why not make it even more?” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ "I never really got the chance to run.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Technically speaking, my mother had me tossed off the ship. I was too young to remember it though. Does that count?”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “If I truly hated someone, they would know.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Mm... Not all of them, no.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ ”I can’t really recall having a ‘best friend’ per say.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Unfortunately, the only person that knew me like that is dead.”

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Miss Alex (And other faces)

i ended up expanding on the short-short fallen hero: rebirth fanfic i wrote earlier, which you can find it here: Miss Alex. So here’s the rest; final world count for everything is ~7.6k

Sidney at Practice

April, 2007

Hair whips in your face, the fist you sidestep meeting only air and brings the owner with it. You spin and kick out his knee from behind, sending the man down to the cement. He’s dazed as his head hits the ground, but unlike his friend against the dumpster, he’s still awake. You catch your breath, tense, waiting for any sign of movement. The man stays down. He’s waiting for you to drop your guard.

You look back up the alleyway, no one’s coming. You kick the man, first in the stomach then in the face as he tries to roll away. He’s in pain, but still awake so you kick him again, then a fourth time and that does it. There’s a throbbing from your foot and in your knuckles as you lean back against the wall, adrenaline still running high in the sun falls under the rooftops. Just some thugs. That’s all. Not even part of any kind of street gang, just some freelance creeps that thought they saw an easy mark they could chase into a blind ally. Of course, old Johnny here had no idea you’d been aware of him following you for the past two blocks. And how could Tony expect that you would know just where he was hiding behind the dumpster?

You rub your temples, adrenaline rush or no, you can feel a headache coming on. As much as everyone played up Los Diablos’ reputation for lawlessness, actually picking out specific people in the constant buzz of the city is a strain.

You could have just ghosted them. You should have just ghosted them. You need the combat practice though. It’s not enough to lurk around random dojos, using your mental talents to listen in. It is an advantage almost no one else has, but muscle memory is still a thing that needs to be built… and, you needed to know how far you’ve come.

You weren’t made for hand-to-hand combat, no hardened skin, no super strength, or incredible dexterity, as the pains in your bones can testify to. You need every trick you can scrounge up if you want to stay ahead of the Directive.

Even so… at a week, the projects of Los Diablos is officially the longest you’ve stayed in one area since this all began. There’s been no sign of anyone snooping around, no curious thoughts stirred up. Maybe this is the place where you could finally stop running?

“Hey! Hey, what happened here?”

Crap! You spin on your feet to face this new threat, shoulders tense. Stupid! Dumb! Letting your guard down like that.

A man in a plaid vest and trucker’s cap takes a step back from you, raising his hands up in a ‘calm down’ gesture. You forgot to mask your expression, another dumb mistake. “Woah, easy. I heard the shouting and ran as fast as I could.” He gestures at the two men sprawled across the ground. “This your work?” His hand stretched out like that, you can see the scales poking out from under his sleeve. He feels and looks tense. Trying to figure out if you’re a threat. The gears click in your head, the man’s a Boost. Crap. A friend of the two guys you just beat up or…?

You don’t relax, “I was defending myself.”

Trucker cap man gives you an incredulous look. “I can see that. You really did a number on them.”

You glance back, blood is running into Tony’s from his nose and puddle of blood halos Johnny’s head on the hard floor. All at once it becomes obvious the role you ought to play here and you stagger away from the beaten men and fall to the ground on your butt. “Oh.” You say. “Crap,” you add. You pull your legs up to your chest and press your wrists against your forehead.

Trucker cap man’s mood switches from suspicion to concern just as you hoped. You fight to suppress the twinge of panic as he kneels next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. Ratty as it may be, you reassure yourself that he can’t feel anything wrong through the heavy fabric of the sweater. “Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” Trucker cap man makes some more soothing noises until you stop shaking. Wait, when did that start?

Trucker cap man lets go of you, “Look, my name’s Overnight.”

You give him a blank stare. …are you supposed to know who that is?

“…As in, like, Overnight delivery?” He adds.

He’s wondering if you’re okay, so you give him the small smile of recognition he’s looking for to let the conversation move on. “What’s your name, uh…” He looks you up and down, “…kid?” He’s not sure what gender you are, you know that shouldn’t bother you but it does.

You sigh and swallow the frustration, just stick to your role. Your mind drifts to the young woman’s whose judo practice you’ve been shadowing, “…Sidney.”

Overnight nods. “You really did a number on these guys, huh Sidney?” His tone is cautious, he doesn’t want to upset you further, which suites you fine.

“I was scared.” As you say it, you realize it’s not a lie and pull your legs tight against your chest.

“It’ll be okay.” He squeezes your shoulder, the affectation as uncomfortable as it is unwelcome. “I just need to call an ambulance, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” He withdraws his arm from around you and steps up and away, pulling a phone out of his pocket.

You stare at the cracks in the cement while Overnight talks on the phone, you’re not listening to him, though you don’t need to in order to understand the gist of what he’s saying. It makes for this weird, overdubbing effect in your head, like a video with the sound and image out of synch or like letting your eyes go out of focus.

Overnight finishes on the phone and returns to you, “They’ll be here in a couple of minutes.” That’s always the promise anyway – he doesn’t say that part out loud.

He’s still wondering how you took out two men on your own but now he’s back in familiar territory: Take care of the girl…. or guy??? he guesses in your case, and keep an eye on the criminals until the ambulance and the police arrive.

You dig your fingers into your arms, suddenly tense again, you know this script and this isn’t one you can afford to follow. “I have to get going.”

Overnight presses a hand down on your shoulder as you try to stand, “Woah, woah, Sidney, it’s okay.” He wants you to go to the hospital, he wants you to talk to the police. He’s even hoping to slip away while you distract them so that he doesn’t have to talk to the police.

“I really need to go, I can’t stay here.” You push his hand away. Crap, why is it always so hot in this hell city? You’re sweating like crazy under these clothes.

Overnight is standing between you and the way out, he’s back to suspicious now. He recognizes the two men on the ground. He doesn’t like them, but he knows them. He doesn’t know you.

Why are you here?

Who are you?

You can’t wait here and you can’t talk to the police. You’ve gotten this far by playing it safe. You won’t risk it. You won’t go back. That’s not a wish, or a goal, that’s a statement of fact. You won’t. You feel tense, ready to spring to your feet. Your eyes feel puffy, as if you’d been crying, absurd.

Overnight knows you’re going to run, he stands ready to catch you. He doesn’t understand what your deal is, and thank the director goodness for that. You push off and break left only to fake him out and twist around his right counting on your lighter frame to get you past. He tries to grab your arm, but you ensure you’re not where he thinks you are and then you’ve broken past and into a run down the street.

You can feel him split between staying for the ambulance or chasing after you and it takes him too long to commit to the chase. By the time he does, you’re out of sight, into the night, and he’s left wondering: what the hell just happened?

Lilly, Opening Act

May, 2007

This is stupid.

Sam is fast asleep, sprawled over the bed on the other side of the door. he didn’t even get the first button of his shirt undone before you put him out. As long as you’re quick you should be able to keep him under with enough time to shower, change and get gone before he even realizes anything’s amiss is his already trashed, garbage-strewn apartment. The bruise forming over his eye doesn’t even look that bad, frankly.

A quick shower is better anyhow, less time to think. Less time to look. The hot water hits the burn line along your shoulder and it’s all you can do not to yell at the shock of it. Grind your teeth and hiss out the pain, another grim reminder that there’s only so much running you can possibly do. Your own skin isn’t something you can escape, despite all efforts to the contrary.

Which is why this is needlessly risky.

You towel yourself off, matting the water out of your hair which has gone from hat-hair frizz to soaked-rat. It hasn’t been cut since the start of this little ‘op’ and now the reddish-brown strands almost reach your chin. The risk of hair obscuring your vision makes it a combat hazard, something you have never could gotten away with before. Letting that go feels like a new rebellion, a secret middle finger directed at the closest thing you know as God. The thought brings a smile to your lips.

Exiting the bathroom and you see Sam again, utterly clueless, utterly KO’d. A twinge of guilt or pain or both tugs at your gut. Manipulating someone to to let you into their apartment is a little… brazen compared to your usual M.O. But it’s been weeks since you’ve had a proper shower and you couldn’t take it any more. If only you had thought to get new clothes too.

What you couldn’t have anticipated was how willfully Sam played into your manipulations. Worse than that, you still don’t understand how Sam actually read your gross, shapeless, inhuman form as a woman, but the way he reacted to you… You hadn’t felt like that since Chelsea called you ‘Miss’ on your ride into Los Diablos.

Sam and Chelsea are both wrong of course, you can’t be a woman. You’re not sure you even count as a man, not really. You can… encourage the confusion in people all you want. But at the end of the day it’s just another role to be used like any other. It’s an act – one no more real than the rest of you.

So… why does that make you so upset? Why are you digging into your own arm with your fingernails? You absolutely do not feel bad about tricking this man, or, crap, any of the other men or women you’ve pulled a fast one on. Hell, you aren’t even stealing anything this time!!

You need to stop thinking about this. You never thought about this kind of thing before. When would you have? You need to stop thinking about sitting on the bed with Sam, shoving the empty pizza boxes to the floor. You need to stop thinking about him leaning closer to you. You need to stop thinking about the thoughts that were running through his head. You need to stop thinking about how you can never be that. You absolutely need to stop thinking about how it’s not enough your very skin ensures you can never truly leave the Farm behind: there’s a wrongness in you down to your very bones.

You shut the door on Sam, willing yourself to be confident that ‘Lilly’ will be forgotten or explained away by tomorrow morning. You’ll have to avoid this part of the city for a while, just to be safe.Bystander 78

May, 2007

“Ma’am- er, sorry, sir? Sir?”

Crap, pay attention!

You’re at the front of the line now at Steak and Shake. You had only come in here to dodge a woman on the street that you thought might have been Cheslea. Has she been following you? You had been trying to sense if that was her out there, but it is impossible to tell. The cashier, -Jessica, apparently- looks at you, irritated at continuing delay. Sheepishly, you order a milkshake and fries and step aside for the next person in line.

Whatever, let the lady have her five seconds of irritation, she’ll forget about you on her own soon enough, just one more faceless schlub in the mob. You run a thumb over the twenty Jessica mistakenly gave you instead of the correct change. It’s been slow going, but you think you’re almost ready to start looking for an actual apartment.

A young man on the other side of the counter smiles at you as he hands you your order, there’s something about the way he’s looking at you, you don’t know how to read it and that makes you nervous so you quickly pocket the cash. Worried, you relax your mental wall a little bit, only to immediately shoot it back up again with ears turning red. You quickly take your order and slump into a chair on the furthest corner table away from the counter and spend the next fifteen minutes pointedly not thinking about what was on the boy’s mind.

You’re picking through the bottom-half of the fries, when you can feel a rush of excitement on the street outside, accompanied by screaming. You lift your head in time for a middle-aged man in business attire to stagger into the restaurant and crawl under the table of three very surprised looking college girls. “A fricking man with sharks for hands is robbing Tony’s butcher shop!” The man yells by way of explanation as the three women try to kick him back out from under the table.

The whole building erupts into chaos as people are split between taking shelter and trying to get a better look at the action. No one goes outside though. No one would be that dumb.

You toy with the last fry in your basket. A boost? Well, someone desperate enough to try the ‘hero drug’ anyway. Just because you survive spinning the wheel, it doesn’t guarantee you’ll get a power worth anything. What could you even do with shark hands…? Rob a butcher apparently. Do the shark hands eat too? Part of you wants to get a closer look. You’ve gone out of your way so far to avoid the Enhanced ‘community’ of boosts and mods.

A thud against the glass window draws your attention, and you can see the back of a man in a plaid shirt and a trucker’s cap standing back up. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding, it’s–

“Overnight!!!” A man in the crowd raises his fist at Overnight’s back, “You still owe me five-hundred dollars for that car door you asshole!”

If Overnight hears, he doesn’t respond. Bite marks run up and down both his arms, and it’s enough to make you wince. Whatever kind of scales for skin he has under there, they don’t seem to be doing him much good right now. He runs back into the fight, and out of sight from your angle in the corner. You don’t need to be a mind reader to tell from the crowd that the fight isn’t going in his favor.

It feels like a mistake, but you get up to get a better look out the windows yourself, peering over the heads of the three college girls who are excitedly taking pictures of the fight on their flip phones. Not everyone watching knows Overnight, even if they all know what he is: a vigilante, an unlicensed hero. Ever since your encounter with him, you’ve watched for his name in the papers or the net. It’s usually the star players, like the Rangers who get top billing, but Overnight’s name still pops up from time to time in one sentence acknowledgements. Recognition without Fame.

And there’s Overnight now, wrestling with a balding, bare chested man, who, yes does indeed have tiny shark heads for hands, beady little yes and rows of teeth and all. You ought to be unfazed by body-horror like this, but the sight still gives you a morbid, and queasy, curiosity. You’re not sure what kind of hand-to-hand training Overnight has, but the man clearly doesn’t have a counter for an opponent who doesn’t care about blocking as such. You wince in sympathy as a row of teeth rake down Overnight’s forearm, and rub your own arm in sympathy, still sore from your own last impromptu surgery attempt.

“Jesus, that guy’s getting chewed up out there.”

“Are the Rangers going to show?”

An unnatural scream is wrenched out of Overnight’s mouth as his right arm is turned the wrong direction and he falls to the ground clutching his side. The crowd is worried now, this isn’t how the script is supposed to go. Nausea rocks your stomach as you step towards the door, you try not to think about what you’re doing. A weight presses over you because you know you’re about to do something, really, really, stupid. You don’t even like the guy, but you can’t just–

You’re still a good distance from the door.

You hesitate.

And then:

You sense the change in the crowd before the cheer raises up through everyone and you return to the window, relief flooding through you. Someone’s charged straight into shark-hand-man from behind, knocking him flat on his face into the asphalt. A woman in a tight blue jumpsuit emblematic of an official Ranger stands with her foot on shark-hand-man’s back, smirking triumphantly as her dangerously long braid of hair whips around her.

Maybe you’re just getting caught up in the emotions of the crowd, but you can’t help but feel a little spark of that excitement yourself. This must be Charge, The heart-stopping public face of the Rangers in Los Diablos. You’ve never seen her in action before. The Rangers don’t usually respond to the kind of a minor troubles like ‘angry shark-handed man’ that rank in this part of town.

Curiously when you reach out with your mind to get a better sense of the action, you can’t quite find her. On the ground, one of shark-hand-man’s hands move, mouth grasping for Charge’s braid, distracting you from your line of thought. Does she see it? You want to reach out, shout something, a warning. Mercifully, the Ranger woman notices in time, without any help from you. She clenches a fist, and white sparks shoot out as she rears back her arm. An open palm slams down on shark-hand-man’s back and he jerks violently for a moment as electricity courses through him. It doesn’t take five seconds before the man is out of it, and the ranger woman pantomimes wiping sweat off her brow while the crowd cheers.

Hoo boy, what a show-off.

You stay in the back, out of sight from the street and the police and don’t leave the restaurant until Charge has left the scene. The crowd’s relief and gratitude for a hero’s arrival mixes with your own feelings until you aren’t sure which are which.

Melissa

June, 2007

You snap the case shut and hold down the power button until the the blinking lights, visible through the plastic mesh, indicate the boot sequence has started. You had to practically gut the whole thing and piece it back together with spare parts, but you think you’ve finally got this computer working again. Or….?

“Hey, Lee–“ You crane your head back over your shoulder to where you know Lee is totaling last month’s expenses.

You hear a heavy sigh. You’re being hired for your willingness to work, not for conversation. That’s part of why you picked him; the man doesn’t give even a first thought to the cover story you had spun for him. “What is it, Melissa?”

The vibe from Lee is telling you to be quiet, but something compels you on regardless. “Is it still a repair job if you have to replace everything inside the case? Does that still count as the same machine?”

“You kept the original hard drive, right?”

You hesitate, running through the checklist in your head. “Y-yeah, that’s still there, I guess. That still worked.”

Lee puts the spreadsheet down on the counter. “Then that’s close enough.” He looks at you, peering over his glasses, sizing you up. “You done?”

You make yourself meet his gaze, Melissa is supposed to be confident in their work. “It was cake,” you pull a monitor to you, connecting it to the case. “Just checking it now.”

“Move over, I’ll see for myself.” You obediently shift to the next chair over, careful to avoid tipping the plastic bins of silicone chips and wires scattered haphazardly on the floor. Lee takes your seat and stares intently at the computer monitor, hands on the keyboard. You don’t look at the screen yourself, sensitive to any possible change in Lee’s mood. The man’s so placid, it makes him hard to read in more ways than one.

Finally you detect a sense of satisfaction from Lee and he pushes away from the desk, turning the computer off. “Good enough. Get me a list of the parts you used so I can bill the customer.”

You lean over from where you’re sitting, tap a sheet of paper on the table between you to draw his attention to it. “Right here.”

He grabs it and gets up, “Good,” he says, returning to the counter, while reading it over. He pulls open a drawer, and after a minute pulls out a small wad of dollar bills. You meet him at the other side of counter as he puts it down in front of you. “Pay for the day, good work.” You pick up the money, counting it. It’s nothing extravagant, but there’s still something novel about the whole process to you. “Come back tomorrow, Mel, I’ve got another project you can do. Going to close up.” He nods, as if that ends the conversation and waves you out of the store and back on the street.

It had been so, so, tempting to have the old man accidentally include a ‘bonus’ with your pay but you figure you’ll have Melissa come by Lee’s repair shop a couple more times before you clean him out. It’s been so long since you’ve messed with electronics. You had forgotten how meditative it could be.

Despite your better judgement, you find yourself at Steak and Shake again that night. You usually want to avoid hitting the same place more then once, but…. chocolate milkshakes are a hard thing to say no to. As you walk in, you find there’s an argument in-progress behind the counter.

“It’s always your shift Jessica!”

“Damnit Ronnie, I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about!”

You wince as the argument escalates, both parties oblivious to you standing in the door way. You should just- you should just turn and leave now.

“You’re fired! Get out of here, and be grateful if I don’t call the police.”

Jessica tears off her apron, throwing it on the floor and runs out of the store, pushing past you, face red, hands curled into fists.

The man, Ronnie, finally notices you, gesturing you to the counter, a pleasant mask over the anger boiling off of him. You hesitantly step up to the counter, and against your better judgement you ask “What was that all about?” As if you didn’t already know.

Ronnie grimaces, “Another dumb bitch who thinks she can skim from the till on my watch.”

“Oh.” You say.

“Nevermind that, what can I get you, my man?”

When you get back your change, it’s accurate.

Vigilante at 5AM

August, 2007

The sun barely has a chance to shine before trouble starts. You always make sure you’re out of the building you’ve been squatting in before the usual suspects start waking up. This is how you end up on the street in time to see a man with a mechanical arm lift up another, fatter man by the neck and tosses him down to the ground. “You’re not getting anything else out of me this time JARED!”

You look around, there’s barely anyone else out on the street at this hour; too late for nare-do-wells, to early for do-gooders. Jared is gibbering nonsense apologies, then cries out as Metal Arm guy brings his foot down on the man’s ribcage. There’s no way Jared stays in one piece before the police arrive, someone needs to act.

With a deepening dread in your stomach, you realize that someone is you moments before your arm collides with Metal Arm’s back, pushing him off balance. You raise your leg to kick out his knees but he turns faster than you expected and grabs you, metal fingers biting into your shoulder. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” is bellowed into your ear. You grit your teeth and uppercut his jaw with your free arm, then bring a knee to his stomach and Metal Arm wheezes for air, letting go.

You both take a step back, sizing the other up. “You want some of this, bitch?” Metal Arm postures at you, he’s still steaming mad, but now there’s a tinge of fear. Just like those guys in the alley, he’s scared. Of you.

The realization sends a rush of adrenaline though you and you can’t stop the small smile forming on your face. Good. He should be.

Metal Arm rushes you and you sidestep him. You take the chance to strike at the back of his neck but he’s too tall for it and his shoulders absorb the brunt of the impact. Instead, he’s able to grab your arm. He yanks you off your feet causing you to yell in surprise, the air forced from your lungs you are flung against the wall. You manage to keep your head enough to mentally nudge his follow-up punch so it goes wide. And good thing you did because dust and brickwork shower you as his metal fist gets lodged in the wall next to your head. Now it’s your turn to grab an arm and pull. Just like you hoped, this prosthetic is a cheap enough model that you can feel Metal Arm guy’s alarm turn to panic as things inside start to go pop that really shouldn’t.

“This is none of your fucking business you crazy bitch!” Metal Arm hisses. It’s a second too late when you remember, oh wait, Metal Arm has two hands, and then your head is ringing. Metal Arm takes the moment to work his arm free, and… there! You kick the man between the legs, hard, and like pressing a button the man vomits all over the front of your sweater.

“Give–” you gasp for breath, “give up yet?”

He doesn’t respond, so you kick him again and he falls over and away from you.

You pull yourself to your feet and stare at Metal Arm guy, he’s writhing on the ground clutching at his privates. You can feel his panic and in the moment, your own fear and panic riding high, it’s a struggle to block his out. You bring your foot down on him, then again, then ag-

“Alex? Alex it’s over! He’s done! Alex!”

You look up to see the woman standing a few feet away in the eve of an apartment block, she looks back at you with a combination of concern and fear. You recognize her, it’s the woman from the bus, Chelsea. She gestures at you to get over there.

“Come on missy, let’s get you off the street before the cops show up.”

Miss Alex, again

August, 2007

The sleeve of your vomit-covered sweater sticks out from under the lid of the trash can. You watch it intently from your seat on the faux suede couch while the flash of red and blue lights pierces through the blinds behind you and reflect off the peeling-white walls. With only your full-sleeve black shirt and cargo pants you feel more exposed then you ever have in the months since you first came to Los Diablos.

It’s a one-room apartment and you can see Chelsea Becker in the kitchenette fussing with a pot of hot water. Three floors down, on the street, paramedics are loading Jared and Metal Arm guy into the back of an ambulance. The officer charged with collecting statements from witnesses is hanging around behind a corner eating a donut. This apartment is practically down the block from where you’ve been squatting. All the paranoia you’ve tried to let go has come roaring back. Why did you follow her here?

“Well Miss Alex, do you prefer coffee or tea?” Chelsea calls from the countertop.

Is this supposed to be test? An opportunity to drug you? “Water is fine,” you counter.

Chelsea shrugs. “Suit yourself.” Not even her thoughts give anything away. This woman is dangerous. After a few more minutes of fussing she fills a glass of water from the sink, putting it down on the coffee table in front of you before sitting down on the other end of the couch, a mug of coffee clutched with both hands. “So how’s city life treating you?”

The older woman is watching your face intently, which does nothing to help your nerves, so you go back to watching the trash can. “It’s fine.”

Chelsea takes a sip of coffee.

You know what’s she’s doing.

She’s waiting you out.

Well it’s not going to work.

To your immense satisfaction, Chelsea blinks first. “You know,” she takes another sip from her mug, “when I first ran away from home, I must have been sixteen years old.” You watch her from the corner of your eye, where is this going? “I read the internet, all these damn wikis, I had this whole plan worked out.” She stops, sips her coffee, when she speaks again her voice is light, like it’s a joke. “I don’t think I made it a week before police caught me and brought me back. I was stuck living out under a bridge after I lost my bullet train ticket.” Chelsea laughs, as if she wants it to be funny.

Is she trying to build a sense of camaraderie? Lure you into a false sense of security?

“The second time though…” she grins, to herself more than you, “well, you could say I’m still running.”

If she’s lying, then she’s an unreasonably good actor, but is this woman really going to just… tell her life story at you? What was the deal with her on the bus? Why does she just happen to be living in the same place you are? Has she been following you? Is she Special Directive? Why are they doing this instead of just dragging you back? You’re dying to just burrow into her head and finally have some answers.

“You know,” Chelsea glances back at the window, “that was a very brave thing you did out there. Absolutely nuts, but brave.” She must be switching topics since you aren’t rising to the bait. “Did you know either of those guys…?” What is she fishing for?

“No.”

“Really?” Genuine relief, and then… why does she feel guilty?

You turn to look at her, “Why?”

Now it’s her turn to avoid the other’s gaze, staring into her coffee mug. “Well… no– no, don’t worry about it.” She shakes her head and raises the mug to take another sip. Amid everything else there’s one sentiment on her mind that is plain as day to you; she wishes you hadn’t saved Jared? Is this part of some act? Another test? You look at the window, briefly consider the odds of jumping out a third story window. Don’t like the conclusion.

After what seems like an appropriate length of silence, you go on the attack with “Are you doing okay?”

Chelsea laughs, it’s short and forced. “Oh, you know. Living the dream in a city of devils. Turns out the company that hired me to come here got bought out and shuttered in the span of a bus trip.” She shrugs, “But you know Miss Alex, there’s always work for a girl with a keyboard.”

“It’s hard on your own,” you offer.

“Yeah.”

“Why…” You hesitate, struggling to put the words in order, and at the last second veer into a slightly less impossible question, “why do you keep calling me ‘miss’?”

Chelsea looks at you, and then slowly her whole face turns beet red in genuine embarrassment. “Oh, oh geez honey, I’m sorry. I just sort of assumed.”

“It’s – it’s fine?” You trace a too familiar pattern in your leg with your finger, not looking at Chelsea. “I think I like it?” Any moment now a team of black suited operatives with psy-dampeners is going to bust through that door. You’re certain of it. You expect they’ll have two breach the door while the other two break in through the window. And then there would be a fifth as sentential on the roof across from the window. You know, just in case.

You can tell the woman next to you is processing her own cavalcade of emotions but you’re a little too caught up in your own inner turmoil to be getting a solid grasp on hers too. So it comes as something of a shock when her hand reaches out to grab yours, fingers curling under your palm.

You freeze.

It’s like you’ve been nailed to the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her voice is quiet, almost like a whisper.

“No.” You answer, a little too quickly.

Chelsea lets go of your hand, pulling back to her side of the couch. You almost wish she hadn’t. “That’s okay too,” she says.

The two of you sit there in silence. Slowly you reach out and take the glass of water from the table. Beads of condensation pool against the skin of your fingers. You take a sip, which turns into a bigger sip, which turns into you gulping down half a glass, and when you put the cup down you have to gasp for air.

“Alex isn’t even my name.” You say.

“Do you like it?”

You have to think about this. “Not really.”

Chelsea cracks a smile. “I can’t say I was too attached to my first couple of names either. Names are powerful things.” Your skepticism must be evident on your face, because she continues, “they are! You should pick one for yourself! Something with meaning for you. You don’t even have to tell anyone, or only tell the people closest to you, or whatever you want to do. It’s your name and no one can take that from you.”

“And how many people have you told your name?” You meant it as a smart-aleck retort but the expression on Chelsea’s face gives you pause.

“Ah. One person, actually.”

You have to think about this.

Instead of pressing further you ask “why did you pick Chelsea?”

Chelsea shrugs, still radiating embarrassment. “Why did you originally pick Alex?”

“I stole twenty-five bucks from her.”

To your satisfaction, that gets a shock from Chelsea. “That’s not quite the answer I expected.” You look at her, daring her to say something about it. You win. She looks away first. “‘Chelsea’ is supposed to mean something like, ‘chalk wharf’, I guess? I was set on writing my own life. Crush down everything from before and make something new out of it.” She picks up her coffee mug and drains the rest of it.

When she puts the mug back down you ask, “Is that even possible?”

“Is what possible?”

“Reinventing yourself like that.” You finger is back to tracing patterns in your leg.

That gets some nervous laughter from Chelsea. “Well, I kind of have to believe it is, or I’m in big trouble. I banked my name on it and everything after all.”

You feel your hands clench around your knees. “I want to believe it is too.”

Ariadne

April, 2009

You rest your hands on your hips as you watch the last of the last of Mad Olly’s Clown Possee get loaded into the police van. It’s all you can do to not make a crack about clown cars.

“Man, those clowns really know how to pack it in, huh Sidestep?” The woman standing next to you elbows you in the stomach and cackles like she’s made the most hilarious joke. You sigh. The papers always made Charge sound so… serious and dignified. Well, when they weren’t breathlessly speculating on who her latest boyfriend was. Not that you ever waste time reading that kind of tripe.

You gesture at the park around you, littered with clown debris. “Looking to make a career change old lady? I hear a bunch of vacancies in clown school just opened up.”

Charge crosses her arms, with a harrumph. “Old lady she says. And did you pass third grade yet?”

“Did you?”

Charge smirks and slaps you on the back. Or well, tries to. You step out of the way just in time.

Invisible under your mask is a little self-satisfied smile. “Too slow that time, Charge.”

“Doesn’t count, you’re cheating.” Charge protests, knowing perfectly well that you both know your mind reading talents don’t work on her. She glances at you from the corner of her eye. You brace yourself, here we go again. “And you know you can just call me Julia, right?”

“That’s awfully informal, don’t you think, Ortega?” You love working with the Rangers, but it’s a love like a moth loves fire. And as much as you keep setting up your barriers, Ortega keeps insisting on filling in the firebreaks.

“How many times have you saved my butt now? It’s got to be over twenty. I think you’ve earned a little informality.” One of the police officers hands Ortega a clipboard with forms on in. She winces and her shoulders slump.

“If you’re hoping I’ll save you from paperwork, then I think this is my queue to get scarce.” You step away only for Ortega’s hand to catch your arm.

“You should really stick around, I’m making Anathema watch Friends for the first time tonight. It’s gonna be a real hoot.”

You hesitate, “The show by that Whedon guy?”

Ortega’s face lights up. “Yeah, that one!”

“Didn’t that get canceled after half a season?”

“Only because the world isn’t ready for genius.”

You feel yourself wavering. Actual copies of the show are exceedingly rare, how did Ortega get her hands on it?

“Com’on, consider it?” Ortega pleads. “I won’t even make you get out of the damn suit.”

You turn your head sharply to look at her, “What does that mean?”

Ortega stands her ground, gesturing with the clipboard for emphasis. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of that get-up once. Hell, Sidestep, I don’t even know your name. Like, your real actual name? Do you have even one?”

Now it’s your turn to get defensive, arms crossed. “I have a name!” You protest.

“Oh do you?” Ortega asks, hands on her hips, goading you on with a smile.

“It’s…” Your voice falters, that old familiar apprehension you had hoped having a costume would banish creeping back in.

When you fail to finish your sentence Ortega just sighs. “Look, I’m sorry. We’re just co-workers, I know, I know. Well… not even that technically. I just wanted to include you.”

That full face-mask for your costume was one of your better decisions but you still have to force out the words. “It’s Ariadne.”

Ortega tilts her head. “What?”

“Ariadne. My name is Ariadne Becker.”

“Ari-ad-knee…” Repeats Ortega, sounding out your name. She smiles, “It’s a good sound. So! Does that mean you’re coming tonight, Ari?”

#fhr #fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne #sidestep #trans character #gender trouble #wlw fanfic

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julia-highstorms · 6 years

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If Jane Was Here (Noah’s POV) - Ch. 14

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Previous chapters here

Disclaimer: all characters belong to Pixelberry Studios and some dialogues are from the game. Gender neutral MC.

Author’s Note: I’ll be posting the final chapters + AU ending throughout the ILITW Appreciation Week!

Rating: M (you know… violence, death, betrayal, etc)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 1984

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Chapter 14 - In The Dark

They all gasped in shock as they found themselves face to face with Dan, as he stepped out of the woods.

“Dan…” - MC mumbled in shock.

“In the flesh.”

“What do we do, MC? Th-these aren’t dirt monsters… they’re real people!”

“Lily’s right. If we hurt them…” - Stacy agreed by the other girl’s side.

“Yesss, don’t hurt poor Tom… make Andy sad…”

“Poor Andy…” - grinning, Ben nudged Tom, and they both slinked away into the trees, Me. Cooper following them a moment later.

Alone, Dan looked at the gang of terrified teenagers, his eyes glitching wickedly:

“Friends….”

“Don’t do this… Dan, I don’t wanna fight you…” - MC was almost pleading.

“Yes… don’t fight… CoMe PLaY…” - he stepped backward, deeper into the trees, vanishing into the dark.

“Ugh. I don’t like this.”

“Yeah, pretty sure nobody’s stoked right now.” - Noah told the cheerleader. Lucas looked agitated by his side:

“We can do this, I know we can. We just need to stick together.”

Ava looked skeptically at him:

“Sure, that’ll work right up to the point where Mr. Red’s undead minions drag us into his lair like they did to Andy.”

“Ava’s right… what happens if Mr. Red manages to separate us?”

“He has gotten pretty good at that…” - Noah said, completing Lily’s thought, putting on a scared face. He knew that was exactly what Jane would probably do.

“It doesn’t matter if we break apart… as long as we find each other again.” - MC gripped on Noah’s shoulder. - “No matter what he throws at us, no matter how long it takes, we’ll find each other. We will always find each other.”

MC looked around at their friends, and one by one, they nodded, feeling ready to enter the woods. Even their pets seemed ready.

And, sterling themselves, they strode forward into the trees…

‍Fog swirled around their ankles as they wade deep into the forest. Ghostly laughter echoed softly between the trees.

“Everyone keep your eyes peeled…” - MC muttered, with that stubbornly brave scowl in their face.

Lily shuddered, hanging herself against the cold:

“If we get out of this, I’m n-never stepping foot in the woods again.”

“I mean… even after we save Andy and Dan… we’re still gonna have to figure out a way to seal Mr. Red, right?”

“Don’t think about that right now. We can’t afford to get distracted.” - Noah answered to Ava’s question blankly. There was only one way to seal Mr. Red and he knew exactly how.

Everyone plays together…

“DissSsSsStrAcTEd?”

They all stopped in their tracks as wicked laughter rang in the air, seeming to come from every direction at once.

“Hey! Why don’t you come here and face us instead of sneaking around?” - Stacy barked to the trees.

“Sneaking… more…”

“...fun.” - Ben creeped out of the shadows, his teeth glinting in the dim moonlight. - “GoiNG to HuRt… brEAk yoUR bOnEs…”

“So… how committed are we to the whole ‘not murdering this guy’ thing?”

“Ava, we can’t just kill people…” - Lucas crouched down and picked up a sturdy branch. - “However, given that this is self-defense… I’m sure the authorities will understand if he loses a few teeth.”

“My man.” - the witch girl grinned as she cracked her knuckles, leering at Ben… who began to chuckle.

“What's so funny?” - MC snapped at him.

“So brave… Not for long.”

They heard more laughter behind them, and turned to see Dan leaning against a tree, flanked by four snarling creatures.

“Brought some friends… play nice.” - he said, pointing to the monsters, who bounded forward, their fangs bared.

One of them heading straight for Noah and Lily.

“DIE, SKELETON!” - he yelled as they threw rock at it.

“Um, aren’t they sorta dead already?”

“Less talking, more throwing!”

She scored a direct hit, knocking the creature down so that he could finish it off, burying it beneath rocks.

After they all defeated the vine creatures, they scanned the clearing, no sign of Ben, Dan or any more monsters.

“Guess they snuck off while we—”

“Guys, wait!” - Stacy interrupted MC, her eyes wide. - “Someone’s missing!”

Noah felt a cold shiver down his spine.

Jane was here.

And she was following according to the plan.

“Oh crap… Lucas!”

“Exactly! Did anyone see where he went?!”

“He was here just a second ago… wasn’t he?”

“I… I’m not sure! I thought he was right behind me, but…”

“He’s gotta be close by! Lucas? Lucas!” - he started shouting, though he knew where the missing boy probably was…

They all heard a low chuckle, and turned just in time to see Mr. Cooper vanish behind a tree.

“One down…”

“Son of a—” - Ava started forward, but Stacy grabbed her by the arm.

“Don’t! They’re trying to separate us!”

“Stacy’s right. We need to—”

“AAAAHHHH!!!!” - Lily screamed as Ben exploded from the bushes, putting her in a headlock.

“Got you…”

Ava started forward, brandishing her knife threateningly:

“Hold on! I’ll— OW!” - a vine snapped around her wrist, its thorns biting into her skin. MC promptly rushed over to her, snatching her knife, and slicing through the vine in one quick motion. - “Damn, MC. Nice move.”

“No problem.” - they said, tossing Ava’s knife back to her.

“Help me!” - Lily cried as a sneering Ben started to drag her toward the trees. MC dove forward, managing to grab hold of her hands.

All around them, the woods came to life with tangling vines and brambles.

“Get off me!” - Noah cursed as the vines wrapped around his legs.

“MC!” - as he freed himself from those vines, the boy heard Lily’s scream and a second later, she was gone, swallowed up by the dark undergrowth.

“No no no…” - Stacy screamed, and they all staggered as the woods suddenly shifted around them.

“The hell was that?!”

“I don’t—” - but before MC could answer Ava, the earth heaved beneath their feet, sending the remaining teenagers to the ground as the woods continued to spin…

...And then‍, they fell into darkness.

Noah jerked into wakefulness. Everything was cold and dark around him.

“Noah…” - he felt a shiver when he heard that ghostly voice calling for him.

“Jane?” - the boy looked around, spotting his twin shadowy figure floating nearby. He was in the familiar cavern beneath the ruins. Where Jane died ten years ago. - “Huh… what happened?”

“JanE… diSTraCtEd!”

“Okay… cool.” - he glanced nervously around him. Old and familiar chairs were set in a circle. - “Are you sure… this is going to work…?”

“YeS!”

“Okay… cool.” - he suddenly reminded of Andy’s phone in his pocket. He took it out and sent a text. Just to make sure that his friends would be there soon, together.

Andy: “where are you guys?”

MC texted back a couple of minutes after:

MC: “we’re coming! Where r u?!”

Andy: “by the ruins”

Andy: “hiding”

Andy: “my leg’s messed up i can’t run if they find me”

Andy: “plz hurry, something really weird’s going on here”

MC: “on our way”

MC: “just hold on!!!”

He put the phone back to his jacket pocket. His sister floating patiently near him, watching him expectantly.

“They’re coming.”

“CoMInG to PLaY!” - she beamed and he nodded.

“...And you remember, right? Our deal.” - Jane looked in confusion at him. - “I… I’ll take your place. No one else has to die. Okay?” - she just smiled at him, nodding slowly. - “Okay… cool.” - he said again, feeling the guilty a little less unbearable.

That was the only way.

Suddenly, he heard his friends' voices from outside the ruins. He ran upstairs and saw his friends being forced step by step toward the ruins by Jane’s monsters.

“Guys! This way!” - he called from the stone door, catching the gang’s attention.

“Noah?! Thank goodness you’re okay! We were worried the monsters got to you!” - MC exclaimed in relief.

“I… I’m glad you’re okay too.” - that took him by surprise. He didn’t know they cared that much about him. He quickly composed himself. - “But these monsters are gonna get everyone if you guys don’t get inside quick!”

“You want us to go in there?!” - Lily pointed to where he was.

“You got a better idea?”

His friends looked at each other uncertainty… until MC spoke up:

“I don’t think we have a choice. You guys help Andy inside, I’ll cover our retreat.”

As MC turned to bravely face the slowly advancing handle, Noah rushed everyone inside.

“Good to see you, Noah.” - Dan clasped in his shoulder.

“Yeah… yeah, same. Now hurry!”

“It’s so dark in here…” - Stacy murmured.

“And cold…” - Lily completed.

“Follow me, guys.” - he said, helping Lucas carry Andy.

“This place is way bigger than it looks.” - Ava observed, trying to not stumble.

“Uh… Noah, where are you taking us?” - the Class President asked as they started descending the stairs toward the cave beneath the ruins.

“tAKiNg YoU to PlaY!” - Jane suddenly appeared by their side, startling everyone.

“What the f—” - but before Ava could finish her sentence, all of his friends were tied to the chairs by invisible bonds.

“What’s going on?!” - Andy tried to free himself but it was useless, especially with his leg in that state.

“Please, calm down, everyone…” - Noah said, taking Ava’s knife from the floor beside him. - “Everything will make sense in a minute…”

“Noah?!” - Lily looked in terror to him.

“Did you know about all this?!” - Stacy yelled, her eyes glaring at him. - “DID YOU?!”

“Noah, why are you doing this?” - Dan looked at him with sad and desperate eyes.

“You guys don’t understand… that’s the only way…”

That was the only way.

“Noah, free us now!” - Lucas ordered, but the beanie boy turned toward the staircase. There still was missing just one person.

MC.

He heard his friends calling for him as he walked upstairs.

Noah found MC in the clearing, facing the monsters.

“MC, come on! Everyone else is inside!”

He saw his friend making a break for the ruins, turning back to take one last look at their pursuers, when they reached the door.

“TiMe to PLaY…” - Ben said with a wicked grin.

“Come on!”

Nodding, MC stepped through the door and into the dark space inside, stopping in the middle of the room, squinting in the darkness.

“Wait, where’s everybody?” - they asked as Noah turned away from the door, both hands in the pocket of his jacket. In one pocket, there was Andy’s phone. In the other, he held Ava’s knife tightly.

“They’re all waiting for us downstairs.”

“Downstairs?! You mean in the cavern? What the hell, Noah?! We can’t go down there!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s exactly what Redfield wants! We need to get everyone out of there!”

The boy walked toward them, smiling reassuringly.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ve figured it all out.”

“Huh? Figured what—” - But before they could finish their question, Noah suddenly lunged forward, grabbing hold of their arm. - “Hey!” - MC struggled, trying to break free of his grip… and a cell phone fell from his pocket. - “Wha… that’s Andy’s phone! Why do you have Andy’s phone?!”

“I… I needed everyone to come here. It’s the only way.”

That was the only way.

“Noah… Why are you doing this? We’re your friends! How could you lure us right into Redfield’s hands?!” - he could see hurt and betrayal in MC’s eyes.

“You don’t understand…” - Noah murmured, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He pulled his other hand from his pocket, holding Ava’s knife. - “Redfield’s not here anymore. He hasn’t been here for ten years.”

Blade held against MC’s throat, Noah nodded down at the floor… at the name ‘Redfield’ carved into the stone. All around, the darkness thrummed with energy. A cold presence liked the room, one that is both completely alien… and terribly familiar.

“No…” - MC murmured, momentarily stopping to struggle in his arms, as they watched in horror an unseen hand reaching out, drawing a thin line through the word that was written so many years ago…

Redfield

Jane

Jane is here.

#ilitw appreciation week #if jane was here #noah marshall #it lives in the woods #ilitw #playchoices #ilitw fanfic #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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beyondalicerp · 5 years

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Congratulations, Ofir, You’ve been accepted for the Rose Rogue! Please look over our Acceptance Guide and submit your character blog within the next 24 hours.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Ofir Age: 22 Pronouns: They/them Timezone: PST Additional Info: N/A

IN CHARACTER:

Desired Skeleton: The Rose Rogue Full Name: Musetta Mist Age: 19 Date of Birth: February 4 Gender: (Cis) Woman Sexuality: Unknown/Questioning Residence: N/A Occupation: Thief Species: Mermaid Affiliation: None Faceclaim: Annalise Basso

Biography:

Musetta’s life seemed to be defined by dysfunction. Unfortunate, then, it was for her to be born in the tightly ordered Sea of Song. Such tight order made such a disorderly girl feel isolated. Perhaps it was this ostracism that allowed her to see the cracks within the rule of the Elders, and for sure it was this ostracism that made her develop such an independent personality that she no longer saw a place for herself in the Sea of Song. As a result, she had developed carefully calculated plans to leave this place, and almost no plans as to what she would do once she got out.

The first crack she found was in her parents. From birth, she was raised to think that the Elders set up perfect matches, and many thought her parents held up that ideal. Musetta knew better. Her mother, Aoede, was only fifteen when she was set up with a dimwitted, arrogant man who abided by the Elders’ ideals just enough to curry favor. A year later, Aoede was with child. One would think to ask the Elders their logic when deciding that Aoede should be wedded and bedded at such a young age, but it seemed the mer held no such thought. Nor did they think to ask if Aoede would be a fit mother at such a young age. Instead, Aoede seemed to have a perpetual identity crisis, appearing as a compliant mermaid in public and breaking down from overwhelming responsibility in private, the latter causing her to be rebuffed by her older husband.

Best mating pair? Musetta saw early on that that wasn’t the case. Her parents, Aoede and Nereus, did not think to question their match out loud. Instead, they took their anger on their daughter, harshly forcing her into compliance. When her parents’ methods failed, they would volunteer her to other authorities within the Song of Sea. Such authorities would “break” her, to her parents satisfaction.

This worked. For a little while.

The second crack was in her song. It wasn’t hard for the mer to come up with beautiful songs to lure in prey. Some sang of paradises that awaited the poor folk who wandered close to their shores, others sang of riches meant to tantalize greedy man. As for Musetta? She sang of sad things, grim tales to render her prey in a state of catatonic despair. It was one thing for her to viciously lure in those who left their footprints in the wet sand and tear them apart with her teeth – any mer would approve of that. It was quite another, her peers decided, for her to sing any song that revealed her own sorrows and anger. Well, anger toward the sea. Had she sung of hatred for those on land, they would have a little less a problem.

The third was in the idea of strength. Strength, the Elders said, lay in their commitment to their ideals and to their people. Strength lay in nothing but unwavering hatred of anyone on the outside. Strength lay in being vicious, merciless, and pitiless. It also lay in being physically strong, the mer said. Musetta thought she could muster up the last one, having withstood even the harshest punishments, both physical and psychological. She withstood the temporary draining of her magic, the sort that made her siren song ineffectual, her transformative abilities gone, her magical energy weakened. She was sure that every part of her had been broken at some point. Strength, she thought, was managing to do without, and coping with isolation that would have broken any other mer, on account of how familiar she was with loneliness.

For her whole life, she was taught that the mer were stronger, superior, that all others were unfit to be anything but the merfolk’s prey. However, one encounter near land proved her wrong.

One day, Musetta had snuck away from a tedious ceremony. Sneaking around wasn’t all that hard for Musetta. It was just a matter of finding out which guardians had the poorest attention span, which areas were the least protected, which paths the mer were least expected to take. Musetta combined her knowledge of those things with her ability to take advantage of the merfolk’s overconfidence to slip away, as she did often. She went to a part of the shore that the merfolk didn’t often frequent, and she dwelled in those waters, singing her siren song.

At first, she sung something sad and angry, thinking that the mer were too distracted to hear her now. Something about drowning, or about watching someone disappear and not feeling even a hint of loss. It was around sunset when she found a girl wandering around the beach, and she thought she would lure this girl into the sea, easy. But, the girl…. just kept wandering.

“How?” Musetta had asked. She was frustrated, at first, that this girl had not succumbed to her song like the other fools did, but then, she was curious. Curious and impressed. She had to know this girl’s secret.

Doing so meant going, sneaking onto land. Even with all of the rebellious things she had done, leaving the water without the permission of the elders was not something she had done before. So, going on land meant two things: breaking a bigger rule than she ever had, and learning to adjust to a new center of gravity. So, for the first time, Musetta went on land and let her legs dry. Musetta wasn’t sure what to expect when she tried her land legs on for the first time. She certainly didn’t expect to be humbled. She had attempted to push herself up, only to trip on her own feet and scrape her knees against wet rock. Then, she would push herself up again and take a few steps. She would fall again, and again, and again, until she was reduced to a pathetic crawl. She remained where she fell, dejected, until the girl turned around on her own accord and saw Musetta apparently struggling to use her own two feet.

In a sudden moment of empathy, and perhaps surprise, the girl ran to help Musetta up. Yet another shock to the mermaid, who had not expected help from the girl she tried (and failed) to lure to her death. When the girl hoisted Musetta up and sat her down on a warm, nearby rock, Musetta noticed an odd accessory on the girl’s ear, and did not understand what it was for until the girl turned on a switch and asked, in an odd accent, “What happened?”

Oh, Musetta had realized a little ways into their conversation. The girl is deaf!

The realization had Musetta cackling. Who would have thought that such a thing – a trait that Musetta’s sea-bound peers would have considered a weakness – would have resulted in the girl inadvertently saving her own life? The oddness of the situation had Musetta so baffled and impressed that she did not take advantage of the girl’s trust when she turned her hearing aid on. Instead, she let the girl talk and talk and talk. Apparently, the girl was from a world beyond this place, and it was a world in which no magic existed. Instead, the place had complex technology, from electricity to life-saving surgeries to odd, flat devices that allowed you to contact people remotely and find the answer to any question you had. The girl apparently didn’t know much about the merfolk, or the siren songs, or about how dangerous this beach was. Nah. It was just by pure chance that the girl forgotten to turn on her hearing and when she had walked into a land of luring siren songs, and only thought to flip the switch later, when she needed to talk to the stumbling girl on the beach.

After a bit of chit-chat, Musetta thought to ask the girl why she didn’t keep her aid on all the time, or better yet, ask for a spell to restore hearing entirely.

“Because,” the girl said, “this is nothing to be ashamed of. This doesn’t make me less than. Just different.”

The conversation couldn’t last much longer than that. Not when both Musetta and the human girl saw heads poking out of the water. Musetta told her to turn off her hearing device just before she heard the siren songs, and Musetta made a mad dash for the water before the mer could detect her on land.

She never saw that girl again.

The thought that you did not have to conceptualize a difference as something missing gave Musetta a different sort of strength. It certainly gave Musetta a new way to think about the numerous punishments she had been given throughout the course of her life. That time she temporary lost the use of one of her hands? She now knew how to do complex tasks with just one. The time parts of her tail had been clipped? She had to learn how to deal with other means of locomotion. With this thought in mind, she learned to think of that brief moment on land not as a moment of humiliation, but as one in she would have to learn, yet again, how to cope with a disadvantage.

It gave her strength again when the Elders decided to punish her harshly for leaving the important ceremony. It was those mermaids – the ones that found her on the beach – who had managed to track Musetta down and bring her back. Those girls had reported to the Elders what they saw. You saw a human on land, they had said, and you didn’t kill her like you should. Angered by what looked to them was yet another moment of Musetta’s weakness, they had imprisoned her and temporarily drained her of all her magical abilities, feeding her only when they deigned to show her mercy. It was during her imprisonment when Musetta fantasized about leaving this world behind. After her release, she started to formulate a plan of escape. She knew it couldn’t be immediate. She would have to plan long term, find more cracks in the Elders’ rule, and befriend the right people on the other side.

It wasn’t long before she found more cracks. She knew that Aoede and Nereus weren’t in a happy marriage. What surprised her, though, was the sight of Nereus with another mermaid. A flagrant example of disobedience toward the order of the Elders. Musetta had thought to tell her mother, if only because she thought it would encourage her to petition the match. Instead, her own mother rebuked her.

Just how and why was Aoede willing to put up with Nereus’ infidelity? Perhaps Aoede blamed herself, or perhaps she was just brainwashed. Whatever the case, Musetta hoped she wouldn’t become that. Hell, she secretly wished she’d be considered too rebellious to be suitable for anyone at all.

But life had a way of throwing a wretch to her wishes.

She had known of a particular mer named Chanson Welles. Known of. She did not know him personally, nor had she any desire to. All she knew was that, somehow, she had a gut feeling that the Order would pair her up with him. Logically, though, she couldn’t be sure why. He was fierce and loyal to the rule of the elders, merciless and pitiless in his treatment of outsiders, and certainly disapproving of her past displays of rebelliousness. Worse still, was that this match followed the same pattern as her parents. Musetta, a young mermaid who had barely lived. Chanson, several years her senior, ridiculously obedient to the Elders. The thought of losing herself to this mer filled Musetta with dread, and it gave her plans of escape a sense of immediacy.

Time to play both sides.

In public, she had carefully constructed an image of a girl expressing remorse and showing slow and steady improvement. Too hasty of a change, and someone would grow suspicious. Too slow, and she would incur more punishment. She slowly regained the trust of her parents. An easy thing to do, since they were focused on wedding preparations. Those who knew her, even the mermaids that had reported her for going on land, were none the wiser.

Privately, she had made contact with a few sprites from the other side, message-in-a-bottle style. Their messaging system had to be secretive. She had to find their messages carved in code among a pile of seashells she had gathered as decorative jewelry for her wedding ceremony. She had to pass a message along to a bunch of salmon that planned to swim upstream to lay eggs. She had to have faith that her messages got to a few sprite contacts whom she had barely known. Then, on the night before the ceremony, she had to make a mad dash toward the gates and let the two sprites help her slip away.

The escape went on without a hitch. The two sprites, Moselle and Destan had guided her up the Restless River, where she remained temporarily. Moselle and Destan didn’t really become her friends, though. In Moselle’s and Destan’s minds, helping her escape and not revealing her location to anyone was all they owed her. The rest of her escape – learning about how Wonderland worked, and, ya know, walking on land – was up to Musetta. So, she tried her best, learning to catch food without the help of her siren song, and practicing her land-walking whenever she could. She needed to learn the latter very quickly. Musetta had no plans to stay in the Restless River for long, and she heard from some passers-by that Chanson, the very mer she was betrothed to, had been given permission to follow her and hunt her down.

Musetta stuck it out in the southernmost part of Harmony Grove, putting her skill of sneaking and weakness-detection to good use. Turns out, everyone’s basic psychology was the same. There were times of inattentiveness, or overconfidence, or underestimation of Musetta’s abilities. The first thing Musetta had picked up was theft, stealing dresses off clotheslines and loose change from hanging pockets. She used her knack for sneaking to sneak into a room at a different inn each night. Sporadically, she returned to the river to recover her strength. She found that, if she needed to successfully hide from Chanson, she would have to return to the Restless River less and less. Her only comforts at night were the advantages she had over Chanson: her having become quite adept at using her land legs, and her being accustomed to working without magic in a world that punishes its use.

#accepted

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wydallen · 5 years

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jack does a task! // 001.

— && GENERAL INFORMATION

Full name: jackson grant allen. ( did i name him after my two favorite superheros aka barry allen and steve rogers? maybe. )

Nickname(s) or alias: jack, jay, allen, anything tbh.

Current age: idk about you but he’s feelin’ 22.

Astrological sign: pisces.

Gender: cis male.

Preferred pronouns: he/him/his.

Sexual preference: lowkey closeted bisexual. only his close friends and family know.

Language(s) spoken: english, some german from high school.

— && PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6′2.

Weight: 180 lbs.

Shoe size: 11.

Glasses? Contacts?: contacts but he prefers to wear glasses.

Tattoos: a few.

Piercings: his ears from when he was younger.

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: scar on his cheek.

Dominant hand: right.

If painted, what color are their nails/toenails?: n/a.

Usual style of clothing: pair of jeans, t shirt, and vans. here’s a pinterest board of the style he wears.

Frequently worn jewelry: some rings and a necklace.

Describe their voice, what accent?: he has an american accent. he doesn’t really think he has a midwest accent. his voice isn’t the deepest but it’s a nice tone.

What is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)? fast, usually. he talks a lot and if you don’t stop him, he’ll go a long time.

Describe their posture: he should probably go to yoga classes because he hunches his back a lot.

— && LEGAL INFORMATION

Any speeding tickets?: no, he’s a good boy.

Have they ever been arrested?: no.

Do they have a criminal record?: no.

Have they committed any violent crimes?: no.

Do they have a passport? If so, where have they been?: he does! he’s only ever really been to los angeles. he’d love to go to new york or london or paris sometime.

— && PERSONALITY

Direct quote from them: “if meghan trainor ever threatens to release new music i have to go into hiding.”

Likes: books, chocolate, cuddling, card games, homemade meals, buzzfeed quizzes, dancing, a nice pair of jeans, a clean shaven face, working with his hands, hats, burritos, laughing, late nights, ice hockey, taking the train, swimming, people watching, bonfires, the great outdoors, true crime novels, “chick” flicks ( he won’t own up to it though ), camping, dogs, cats, animals in general, working out, getting tattooed, the smell of clean laundry, long showers, playing the piano, taking instagram pictures, alternative music, freshly baked bread, apple juice, french fries, snow, star gazing, listening to music on vinyl, stickers, cuddling while listening to the rain, the holiday season, barbecue, netflix binge sessions.

Dislikes: thunderstorms, sleeping alone, driving in big cities, carrots, mosquitoes, bees, boring movies, diet sodas, wasting food, “adulting” ( taxes, seeing lawyers, etc. ), thieves, pineapple on pizza, early mornings, when people take up two parking spots at once, spiders, people who are rude to service staff, political discussions, peanut butter, people who don’t use their turn signals, cold showers, humidity, toxic masculinity, small spaces, feeling defeated, being alone, liars, those aspca commercials, being questioned, loud noises ( mostly from thunder or fireworks ), overpowering fragrances, most fast food restaurants ( minus mcdonalds ofc ), out of tune instruments, his car breaking down, youtube ads, being barefoot, tea, awkward situations, feeling bored, any sense of responsibility.

Insecurities: i don’t know if he has any insecurities but he really doesn’t like his eyes. he hates that no one ever glorifies having brown eyes and sometimes wears contacts to make his eyes blue or green.

Fears/phobias: being in a hospital, elevators, being alone for the rest of his life, death, dying in a natural disaster, injuring his face, losing one of his family members.

Habits: chewing gum when he’s nervous, messing with his hair, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hobbies: gardening, playing the guitar, eating junk food.

Guilty pleasure: rom-coms from the hallmark channel.

Secrets: he doesn’t really have any, really. he’s mostly an open book.

Turn ons/offs:

turn ons: humor, security, understanding, faithfulness, communication skills, charisma, confidence, big smiles, food lover, nice hair, smooth skin, being a little rough, good banter, confidence, being verbal or loud during sex, good with kids, people who can provide him with pizza, being called daddy.

turn offs: bad teeth, body odor, dirty surroundings, the sound of somebody chewing, unnecessary rudeness, judgmental, indecisiveness ( lol hypocrite ), lack of commitment, smoking, pessimism, picky eaters, religious, lack of humor, bossiness, strong perfume, coldness, secrecy, constant negativity, racists, sexists, homophobes – the whole cream of that crop.

Lucky number: number four.

Pet peeves: people who chew with their mouth open, people with poor manners.

Dark version of themselves: he can have a huge temper if something makes him super, super upset. he’s known to have punch a few holes in walls or scream so loud that he loses it.

Light version of themselves: he’s literally a human golden retriever. he just loves people and being with them. he can throw a million dad jokes in a matter of seconds and he enjoys making people happy, no matter what it takes.

How do they react to a proposal of marriage?: i think he’d be very flattered but he’d prefer to be the one to propose.

How do they react to the death of a loved one?: if it was someone who was in his immediate family, i think he’d be devastated. he’d probably eat and drink a lot.

How do they react to something irresistibly cute?: he’d go into one of those smiles where it takes up his entire faces and it’d make his face hurt.

— && FAVORITES

Food: french fries.

Least favorite food: carrots.

Drink: dr. pepper.

Least favorite drink: any kind of tea.

Fast food restaurant: mcdonald’s.

Word: serendipity.

Color: blue.

Candle scent: sparkling cinnamon.

Store: target.

Instrument: guitar.

Occupation: landscaper.

Animal: cats.

Holiday: thanksgiving bc food.

Season: fall.

Artist: ed sheeran.

Band/group: the arctic monkeys.

Song: gravity -- john mayer.

Movie/film: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, lost in translation.

TV show: supernatural.

Sport: hockey, baseball.

School subject: social studies.

Number: thirteen.

Emoji: 🤠

— && SKILLS

Talents: he can sing superlatively well.

Ability to drive stick? no.

Can they ride a bike?: yes.

Do they play any sports?: he likes to play hockey and soccer.

Anything they’re bad at?: doing laundry, diy projects, and going clothes shopping.

— && FIRSTS

Childhood memory: helping his dad fix something in the family car when he was six would most likely be his first childhood memory.

Crush: his first crush was a girl named janette. the first time he ever met her, she knocked his sandwich off his desk and made him eat it anywaya. ever since that, he was in love with her for basically all of first grade. after that, he just kept getting crushes on girls who treated him like absolute shit. and even now, he still develops feelings for someone really quickly, and it’s a blessing and a curse.

Email address: [email protected]

Job: starbucks.

Kiss: he doesn’t remember it that well, tbh.

Love: britney spears in the baby one more time video.

— && MISCELLANEOUS

Do they have a fake I.D.?: no.

Are they a virgin?: no.

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: probably a few weeks before accidentally getting killed.

Do they travel?: if he can afford it.

Celebrity crush: gabrielle union.

Place(s) they can always be found: in his apartment, at the park, or at a blackhawks game.

When do they like to wake up?: typically around noon, if he can.

What do they wear to bed?: shorts.

Do they smoke/drink/drugs?: no / yes / no.

Do they snore? yes, although, he’ll claim he doesn’t.

Do they chew their pens/pencils?: no.

Do they believe in the supernatural?: yes, very much so.

Have they ever cheated on anyone?: never.

Have they ever been cheated on?: he hopes not!

Has anyone ever broken their heart?: yes.

Are they squeamish?: around blood, yes.

Are they a lightweight?: no.

Type of kisser: soft and gentle.

Do they want kids?: yes.

Do they want to get married?: yes.

How are they in bed?: he likes to think he’s good but he can’t really tell.

Would they marry for money?: yes, if it’d make him a billionaire.

Opinion on sex: he likes it. a lot.

Favorite position: he sounds so boring but missionary.

What is their dream date?: a walk around the city at night, just getting to know them.

#tasks.#312hqtasks #i've decided to do the past tasks dfjdiosf

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rinnnyxr · 3 years

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In 2020….Have you….

been into any abusive kind of relationship?

been to New York?

fractured one of your bones?

got featured in a magazine or any other media platform? tried to pet a wild animal but regretted over it later on?

got bitten by any animal or even a snake?

remained awakened for an entire night and did nothing productive out of it? broken your neighbor’s window while playing with your friends?

done any adventurous sports like sky diving, surfing, or bungee jumping?

talked to someone for more than three hours on the phone, especially when you were the one who called?

been kidnapped by someone?

been embarrassed by your parents in public? thought that you are totally going to die now but got saved at the last moment? suffered a major heartbreak? been called in the principal’s office in your school for doing too much nonsense in class?

been awarded in school or college? done someone’s assignment for money or chocolates?

saved someone’s life by risking yours?

fell asleep in a church because it was too boring out there?

befriend someone just for your own benefits?

had a major crush on one of your seniors in school or college?

been cheated on or dumped by someone?

had or have a friend whose birthday falls on the same date as yours? left your money in your clothes and washed it just like that?

gone for not taking a shower for two consecutive weeks?

sung karaoke with someone and ended up so badly?

gone for camping with your friends?

laughed so hard that tears came rolling down from your eyes? recycled a gift you received from someone by gifting it to someone else?

set a really embarrassing ringtone? seen an animal or human giving birth? gotten stitched somewhere in your body? donated some amount of your money? been the reason for someone’s smile? stayed for two days without brushing your teeth?

fallen from a moderate height?

stolen someone’s stuff?

found a wallet with money in it on the road or somewhere else and you made no effort in returning it?

manipulated someone to get out of serious trouble?

misspelled something and it turned out to be very dirty?

gone for window shopping and ended up buying a lot of stuff? bought a thing that you used never ever? broken a very expensive thing? been slapped by someone in front of your friends or family?

thought of becoming a porn star someday?

witnessed or got trapped in a tornado? caught cheating in exams?

terminated from your job forcefully?

risk someone’s life for your own benefits?

been a friend to someone who belongs to the LGBT community?

met someone who always mispronounces your name?

kicked by someone right on your ass?

got suffered from some major disease?

gone for a one night stand?

got a hickey on your neck?

been thrown into a mud pit by someone?

beaten your sibling so badly in a fight?

tried to kill yourself because of extreme stress?

seen a natural calamity like earthquake or tornado? fallen badly from the stairs?

gone for some kind of major surgery or operation?

bitten your own nails? swum into an ocean? called someone for a sleepover when your parents were not in the town?

eaten raw meat and ended up puking it?

duck tapped your younger sibling on the wall?

asked to do sit-ups as a punishment in your school?

pretended to be drunk when you were actually not?

tried to kill someone all in your mind and imagination? pretended to speak in a language that does not even exist to fool someone? sent a love letter to someone?

faked that you are extremely sick so that you can take a leave from the office?

seen the same movie with two different people/dates?

tried to eat 5 sandwiches at the same time?

come out naked from your bathroom and someone saw you accidentally? treated someone so rudely that they ended up crying out badly? eaten a whole cake out of anger?

hurt yourself by being impulsive over something? felt that you are possessed?

caught by the police for doing something illegal?

been recorded by someone while singing in the shower?

locked yourself out of the car or home?

clicked someone’s picture without their consent?

ridden some animal - like cow or elephant?

made fun of yourself in front of a lot of people to win a bet?

run out of money in the middle of the month? been assaulted by someone in childhood?

petted a dog or a cat? seen someone changing their clothes? made out while watching a movie in a theatre? dated two different people on the same day?

caught by the traffic police for breaking over the speed limit?

painted your room pink and black?

talked to yourself while watching in the mirror? taken someone’s stuff and never returned it back? gotten a jet lag?

succeeded in sneaking out of your house in the middle of the night?

met a dwarf?

tried to attempt a world record but ended up getting failed in it?

tried to run away from your house to never come back again ever?

suffered from a heart attack?

lost someone who was very dear and close to you? seen a dream which turned out to be true later on? gone shopping and ended up buying nothing? cheated on someone for someone else?

been into one-sided love? seen someone dying in front of your eyes and you could do nothing to save them?

kissed a celebrity’s picture?

dreamt about your crush? made a snow angel?

I like to consider the idea of getting a PhD. It scares me to make commitments regarding my future. Comparing myself to others is the #1 thing that makes me feel upset. I get really annoying and chatty when I’m scared. I enjoy memorizing things, be it poems, sequences of numbers, or whatever. After it storms, it interests me to drive around and see all the downed trees and damage. I imagine that ordinary things are magical and it makes life more fun. Sometimes I say things in a stupid accent for no reason. I love playing and usually win at trivia games. I am eagerly anticipating receiving something in the mail. I usually feel shitty after scrolling through my Facebook Newsfeed. Sometimes after hearing a song in a movie scene, I gain a whole new appreciation for the song. I don’t like it when rooms have walls that are not all the same color. I hate when there’s a cute guy around and I want him to talk to me but he doesn’t. I enjoy cleaning out and organizing my iTunes. I prefer sociology over psychology. I would describe myself as quite quiet but friendly. I tend to have dreams where I’m intensely angry more often than I have dreams where I am scared. I am terrified to ever have to write a college thesis. Clothes rarely fit me right off the rack. It’s discouraging and annoying. I will defend the things I love TO THE GRAVE. I have played the game Skylanders and it’s absolutely adorable and fun. As cheesy as it sounds, looking into the mirror and saying positive things really helps my self-esteem. It’s easy for my imagination to get going and I spook myself easily. It bothers me a bit when celebrities get to write and publish novels. Bad writing inspires me to write most, because I think, “if people enjoy THAT, they’ll definitely enjoy what I can write.” I really never want to get pregnant. I have tried almond milk, rice milk, and soy milk. Something that bothers me more than when someone says something offensive, is when someone else defends the offensive statement. I never wanted to be a princess when I was little. I adore old houses, especially if they’re “haunted.” I’m terribly embarrassed of my past self. I love the taste of garlic in food, but garlic breath grosses me out so much. I really enjoy old horror movies. I keep on remembering songs I haven’t listened to in years because of Songpop. ^ which is the first Facebook game I have ever enjoyed… Mikhail Baryshnikov is one of my idols. English is not my first language, but usually people can’t tell immediately. I have a secret notebook which no one even knows exists and I would rather die than have anyone read it. My current roommates are the best I’ve had so far. Good posture really attracts me in someone of my preferred gender. ^ as do strong, maintained eyebrows. I can’t really function with an Apple computer, lack of experience with those. I don’t feel emotions the way ”normal” people do. I don’t own a soft wallet, mine is plastic. I tend to date men with power positions when it comes to their jobs. No matter how hard I try, I seem to be unable to whistle. Good manners are quite important to me. I was once very involved in a certain sport. I actually really enjoy cleaning my ears. hahahaha. I refuse to eat ketchup on anything. I often sigh really loudly by accident. I much prefer the colder seasons to summer. When I feel extra fancy, I fishtail my hair. It is incidentally the fanciest thing I can do with it. I am a master at getting along with people when I try, because I am very good at figuring out how they want me to react and what they expect me to say, and if I don’t care about them and can’t be bothered to interact properly, I go into that mode. I refuse to mow the grass, for some reason it terrifies me. I get pretty bad season allergies. I don’t eat pork. My blood type is O positive. I have ghostly pale skin. Singlespeed bikes are my favourite. I have never used shaving cream in my entire life. I never saw any repercussions. I feel most people I have met in my life would do better if they toughened up. I have a bigger problem with people who think that feminism has anything to do with hating or belittling men than with people who don’t identify to the feminist movement. I have struggled with drug use in the past. I have never used a credit card. This year, I will vote for something on a national level. There is absolutely no carpet in my flat. Currently, I have no interest in learning how to drive. The job I want to do after school is rather uncommon. One of my favourite drinks is Kvass. :s :s :s I cook a lot, and enjoy it very much. I am a daddy’s girl, by far. My longest relationship was a long-distance one. One of my favourite bands is Iron Maiden. I am unable to write in print, I actually have to stop and remember not to write in cursive after every letter. When I was a child, I had the ”by myself” syndrome and refused any help from anyone to do whatever. It still hasn’t changed much, haha. My computer tends to overheat quite often. Fiddler on the Roof is my favourite musical. I have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance. My phone is always dead. Indian food is my favourite ethnic cuisine. My mother works in psychology. My father works in the cooking industry. He also works in the music industry. I feel very hot at the moment, and I get anxiety when I’m too hot. I’m pretty picky about things in general. However, I refuse to pick a restaurant when asked. I don’t bite my nails. I have a piece of jewelry representing a flag on my body at all times. I seldom shave my legs, my hair grows very slowly. :P I used to be pretty active in the survey community, and only just recently came back. Only one person in my family has had a serious disease such as cancer. I have no idea how much I weigh. Or how tall I am.

1. i am currently on facebook. 2. i like the band maroon 5. 3. I have hugged some of my best buddies today. 4. I have hugged someone I like today. 5. I think Bonzai waterslides are amazing. 6. i put hair clips in my hair almost everyday. 7. Hubba Bubba gum = yum. 8. I think 5 gum is disgusting. 9. I hate when I take a shower, my hair gets my back all wet. 10. It really hurts when someone hits you with a sock! 11. dachshunds are adorable. 12. I have never played chess before. 13. I don’t really care for instrumental songs. 14. i put my ipod on shuffle, but then i end up skipping half of the songs anyway. 15. i love brother/sister relationships. 16. ^I have one with someone. 17. i’m usually invisible on aim. 18. I feel like I repeat myself on every survey. 19. Today was really fun. 20. I am messaging someone through Facebook at this moment. 21. i hate when people become impatient when you are trying to do something. 22. ^Although I do. 23. All that I wanted to hear from you, something of value, something untrue. 24. People never seem to answer on AIM. 25. My cat always walk in front of my computer screen. 26. My cat is sitting on the desk right now. 27. i don’t like it when people come and watch what i’m doing on my computer. 28. i never publish any of my entries to facebook. 29. ^I don’t understand why you would. 30. I enjoy countdown surveys.

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Name: Noel (last name unknown) Age: Unknown, died when eighteen Date of Birth/Date of Death: December 24th/February 12th Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male (DFAB) Race/Species: Demon/Reindeer Language(s): English, Latin

Physical Description Height: 4′6″ Weight: Unknown

Sin: Envy

Eternal Punishment: The soft jingling of bells whenever he moves.

Weapon of Choice: Christmas tree shaped Shuriken stars/blades

Body Type: Slender, wide hips, thick thighs Eyes: Light blue irises, pupils are darker blue and so is the sclera Fur: Off white/gray, and light blue

Occupation: Part-time secretary, searching for a new job

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Bubbly & extroverted, a bit of a daredevil & prankster, ill tempered, gets jealous easily Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, PTSD Sexual Preferences: Asexual Demiromantic Place/Type of Residence: Family: Winthrop & Cadence (parents), Hollie (twin sister)

Trivia:

-his favorite holiday is Christmas.

-LOVES to sing holiday songs!

-loves to play pranks on others, no matter how cruel the prank.

-rarely leaves Hollie’s side.

-is a HUGE Alastor fan.

-has normal demonic powers/magic, but also has the power of shadow manipulation.

VA: Hikaru Hitachiin (Todd Michael Haberkorn)

Name: Hollie (last name unknown) Age: Unknown, died when eighteen Date of Birth/Date of Death: December 24th/February 12th Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Female Race/Species: Demon/Reindeer Language(s): English, Latin

Physical Description Height: 4′6″ Weight: Unknown

Sin: Envy

Eternal Punishment: The soft jingling of bells whenever she moves.

Weapon of Choice: Peppermint stick shaped scythe

Body Type: Slender, slightly wide hips, thick thighs Eyes: Light red with darker red pupils & sclera Fur: Off white/gray, and light red

Occupation: Part time secretary, searching for a new job

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: A little more reserved than her brother, impish, gets jealous easily, sensitive Mental illness(es)/disorders: generalized anxiety disorder, PTSD, borderline personality disorder Sexual Preferences: Asexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Family: Winthrop & Cadence (parents), Noel (twin brother)

Trivia:

-like Noel, her favorite holiday is Christmas.

-she knows how to ballroom dance.

-she adores Christmas songs.

-rarely leaves Noel’s side.

-is a HUGE Alastor fan.

-has normal demonic powers/magic, but also has the power of shadow manipulation.

VA: Kaoru Hitachiin (Greg Ayres)

BACKSTORY:

* The twins were born in a quiet town on the eve of Christmas. Winthrop & Cadence named them ‘Noelle’ & ‘Hollie’. Noel was physically born female, choosing to go by the ‘male’ version of his name when he came out at age fourteen. The twins adored Christmas, just as their own parents did. The family was incredibly loving and close, nothing could break their bond.

* Sadly, their mother fell ill one night and for four months was bedridden. On Christmas day, Cadence revealed to the twins… that she was dying. Lung cancer, perhaps if it’d been detected earlier things would have turned out better. Not wanting them to be sad on such a special holiday, Cadence ignored her pain to ensure they all had a wonderful Christmas. Tears were shed, of course, but the twins didn’t resent the holiday even though they should. No, it made them appreciate it even more. Later that night… Cadence passed in her sleep.

* The twins, though still had Christmas in their hearts, no longer had kindness. Because of their mother’s death, they decided the only friends they needed were each other. They grew bitter and envious of others, especially those who had mothers, and chose to delve into rather… illegal practices such as theft, street fights, and arson.

* Their poor father couldn’t stop them no matter what he did or said, and soon after turning eighteen both twins were chased down by police. Because of their resistance and criminal record, they were shot and killed.

* Sent to Hell for their crimes, they now work as secretaries for some boring company.

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Name: Maven Age: Unknown Date of Birth/Date of Death: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male Race/Species: Demon/Cat Language(s): English, Latin

Physical Description Height: 5′0″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Slender Eyes: Green, very dull yellow-green sclera Fur: Dark green, has gray-green skin

Nose: Black

Occupation: Demon-for-hire

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Crude, pushy, stubborn, wild, fun loving, daredevil Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder Sexual Preferences: Demisexual Demiromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a small apartment somewhere in Hell Family: Unknown

Trivia:

-was a con artist during his mortal years.

-can shapeshift.

-can make deals.

Voice Claim: Alex Brightman

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Name (and Mortal Name): Chiffon / Colette Dupree Nickname(s): Age: Unknown, died in her mid-twenties Date of Birth/Date of Death: Unknown Place of Birth: Nice, France Gender: Female Race/Species: Demon/Dog (specifically, a Papillon) Language(s): French (native), English (fluent)

Physical Description Height: 4′2″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Hourglass, petite, has soft plush thighs Eyes: Deep purple and light purple Fur: Pastel pink for the most part, has incredibly light pink freckles on her face and very light pink stocking markings on her arms. Tail has a heart shaped marking tipped a darker pink.

Occupation: Fashion Model

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Mood can change at the drop of a hat. Affable upon first meetings but will turn sour if she dislikes someone. Dramatic, sensitive. Spiteful and vengeful. Mental illness(es)/disorders: Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, depression Sexual Preferences: Pansexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a penthouse in Pentagram City Family: Bastien & Maribel Dupree (parents), Capucine & Delphine Dupree (older sisters, known now in Hell as ‘Satin’ & ‘Silk’)

Death Caused By: Poison

Death Year: 2012

Sins Committed: Murder, Conning

Abilities: ‘normal’ demonic abilities, can shriek/scream so loudly that it bursts/shatters eardrums

Weapon(s) of Choice: Boomerang bows (some of the bows she wears are sharp enough to make someone bleed), three distinct daggers

Trivia:

-teeth are a deep pink shade. One tooth always sticks out.

-absolutely despises her sisters.

-embraces Pastel Goth fashion / aesthetic.

-used to have an incredibly heavy accent. Hired a vocal coach to learn how to get rid of it.

-sounds like Darla Dimple. (Antagonist from C/ats Don’t Dance).

-much like Satin & Silk, Chiffon was raised to be a con artist. Her parents were con artists and wanted their children to be ones as well. It wasn’t too long before the family became wealthy because of this.

-she knows how to pickpocket, pick locks, and how to hotwire cars.

-murdered quite a number of people, including her parents.

-grew up learning how to play the piano.

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Name (and Mortal Name): Hazel / Unknown Nickname(s): Age: Unknown Date of Birth/Date of Death: Unknown Place of Birth: Salem, Massachusetts Gender: Female Race/Species: Demon/Bat Language(s): English, Latin, French

Physical Description Height: 5′6″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Petite, hourglass

Occupation: Apothecary

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Calm, stubborn, quiet Mental illness(es)/disorders: Borderline Personality Disorder Sexual Preferences: Homosexual Homoromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a penthouse in Pentagram City Family: Unknown

Death Caused By: Burning

Sins Committed: Murder, Sacrifice, ‘Dark Magic’, Arson

Abilities: ‘normal’ demonic abilities, necromancy, shadow manipulation

Weapon(s) of Choice:

Trivia:

-was ironically burned at the stake because she was a witch.

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Name: Jasper Age: 24 Date of Birth/Date of Death: Unknown Place of Birth: North Dakota Gender: Male Race/Species: Demon/Fox Language(s): English, Latin

Physical Description Height: 6′8″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Slender Eyes: Light pink and darker pink Fur: Deep orange, tail is tipped deep red, inside of ears are deep red

Nose: Pink

Occupation: Ringmaster / Ringleader

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Charming, manipulative, polite upon first interactions, stubborn, deceitful, violent, power hungry Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder Sexual Preferences: Pansexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a small apartment somewhere in Hell Family: Unknown

Trivia:

-was a ringmaster when he was mortal. Tortured his workers and even murdered some. Now is a ringmaster in Hell.

-was killed by one of his workers who had enough, stabbing him six times.

-his mask is removable but ONLY by him; if anyone tries touching it he won’t be too happy.

-without the mask he has a fox’s face, and his ears are usually hidden beneath his top hat. Has a light pink scar across his eye.

-has a soft spot for children.

Voice Claim: Ryan Reynolds

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Name: Pyxie Age: 27 Place of Birth: Imp City Gender: Female Race/Species: Imp Language(s): English, Latin

Physical Description Height: 4′9″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Curvy

Occupation: Lead Singer of Wild 0nes, a band made up of her and her brothers Bruiser & Butch

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: A bit of a wild child & daredevil, hot headed, loyal, stubborn, determined to prove herself Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, depression, PTSD Sexual Preferences: Bisexual Biromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a small apartment somewhere in Imp City Family: Parents are unknown, Bruiser & Butch (older brothers)

Trivia:

-was raised by her brothers; their parents died when she was born in a random accident.

-she has a tail, but it was mangled during a fight with a higher class demon. Now, it’s just a stub.

-has a metallic bat as a weapon.

-small but fighty-- I mean, mighty.

Voice Claim: Amy Lee

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