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bluizu · 2 years

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created: June 26, 2022

last updated: March 22, 2024

my alts: @addison-on-olemassa (my OC Addison) @pollizu (random polls and such) @ikaeon (my oc Ika, which doubles as Pokemon IRL)

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hi! I'm blue/bluizu, you can call me either :] welcome to my chaotic blog! I am genderqueer and transmasc, and go by any pronouns except she/her. I'm also demisexual and omni, because... guy and girl and enby preby,,,,,. btw, a reminder that I am a minor because I've been sent way too many inappropriate messages. also, spam likes and reblogs are absolutely allowed <3

(I take requests! I currently have a shit ton of art block, but here are the rules)

My special interest is geography, and i LOVE maps. I also adore Pokémon and the games!!!!You may find posts of me when i had a hyperfixation on Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. I've had hyperfixations of LOTS of other things, some of which can be found in the tag list below!

tags to block if it's not for you:

Blue is feeling blue: Vent posts (commonly about my former paranoia, depression, derealization, and sometimes my current body/gender dysphoria).

Blue is pissed: Anything surrounding hierarchies and/or inequality. I often forget using this, apologies!

Blue spam: When i... spam. Or just random nonsense. Bluizu roulette

Blue loves ISWM: Any Markiplier related stuff, excluding the Iron Lung movie.

Blue loves Toby: Any UNDERTALE or DELTARUNE related stuff, including anything else Toby has made.

Blue loves JJ: Any Jacksepticeye related stuff.

Bluebird: Photos of birds.

Blue can't draw: my art! I accept criticism, as long as it isn't blatant hate. I have been drawing for around 3 years now and I think I'm starting to find my art style.

Blue misses Varl: Any HZD or HFW related stuff. WARNING FOR SPOILERS

Blue isn't real: Dreamcore, Weirdcore, Kidcore, Traumacore or other colorful/ derealization-related aesthetics. this content may be paranoia/ derealization inducing, please block this tag if you're triggered by such things. i no longer suffer from dpdr, but if you do, please know it gets better. im proud of you for getting this far.

Bluedew: Stardew valley. That’s it.

Blue is Zin: Furry art, fursuits ect.

Blue adores Marina: Animal Crossing, mainly Animal Crossing New Horizons.

Blue loves Venus Fly Traps: Any carnivorous plants, including my own Dionaea Muscipula.

Blue had phases: My old/ recurring hyperfixations (Pokémon, ratchet and clank, Spiderman, DSMP (FUCK WILLIAM GOLD), Minecraft)

Blue's hall of fame: my best posts/reblogs. ever.

Blue is neurodivergent: Anything regarding AD(H)D, autism, depression, derealization, psychosis, schizophrenia, paranoia ect. that isn't a vent.

Blue has moots: My mutuals/friends <3 (I'm doing this tag literally just so i can scroll through all our interactions they make me sosossoosoo happy)

Spidey and co.: My own Venus fly traps! my biggest trap is named Spidey, and thus this tag got its name.

Blues and yellows: 🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪SWEDEN🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪

Blue bolero hours: Käärijä!!

Bluerovision: My eurovision, and most used, tag!

Blue knows geography: Maps, Countries, Culture, History, etc. basically what your geography teacher would talk about

Blue and co.: My OCS! Blue creations: Anything that I’ve made.

Blue is here and queer: random announcements or other important posts, like this one!

Dni List:

Lgtqia+-phobe. Seriously. Go away.

anti-fiction/otherkin. I'm otherkin, so piss off.

Anti-recovery. let us be happy. get help. /gen

Rad-inclus/exclus.

Ableist, sanist, racist, ageist. I'll admit, i have internalized sanism, but i never react on it and am trying to get rid of it. don't be a shithead.

Pro-life. it's okay if you want to argue with me about this. as long as you try to help me keep it civil and see my side of it.

Fascist. i am a socialist, kiss my tits about it.

Nft-bro. go fuck yourself lmao.

Porn blog. this includes kinks, and other suggestive things. I am a minor, and while kink is completely chill, i feel uncomfortable with such things.

Non-traumagenic/supporters. i know systems, and i don't want to make them uncomfortable. i choose not to take a stance on non-traumagenic systems, seeing as i am a singlet and don't know as much about OSDDID as others do.

Trigger warnings:

I use Queer completely untagged. it isn't a slur; it's been completely reclaimed by the lgbtq community.

I am a casual member of the Dream SMP community, and i absolutely understand if you have had bad interactions with the fandom, but if you feel comfortable enough giving me a chance i hope you'll feel safe here. the dream smp had been a big part of my recovery from depression, and they mean a lot to me.

i rarely forget to tag things like gore, but it happens, so be careful.

i will talk about past trauma on here, and it might trigger you, so block the tag Blue Is Feeling Blue to be safe.

that's kind of it! I'm going to update this from time to time, and this took longer than i expected, so there's definitely some errors here and there. but i hope this gives an insight to what i post/reblog here! have a great day :D

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evermorehqs · 1 year

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Bonnie Anderson is based on Bonnie from Toy Story 3. She is a 21 year old gifted human, museum receptionist, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of stories coming to life. Bonnie is portrayed by Bailee Madison and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Bonnie was a curious child. Growing up in Evermore, she heard whispers of a world outside of the town, one that she knew she may never see. As soon as she learned to talk, she began to make up stories of the places others mentioned and what she dreamed they would be like, and all of the people that may live there. For awhile she didn’t realize that she was bringing all of the crayon stick figures to life; it wasn’t until Frankie showed up at her door in elementary school that Bonnie and her parents pieced together what was happening. He was not her first creation, but he was the first one that found her, right when she needed him the most. She was a shy kid who struggled to make friends, hiding behind teachers’ legs when they tried to convince her to put herself out there. At recess and lunchtime she would rather sit alone with her backpack of toys and a sketchpad, losing herself in her artwork. Unfortunately everything she painted appeared eventually, be it strange flowers or human beings, and Bonnie’s parents began to worry what would happen if people found out. They didn’t want to smother her creativity, but urged her to find other hobbies to fill her time, much to little Bonnie’s dismay. As she got older, however, she began to realize how much power she actually held with a paintbrush, a pencil, a marker, and the reason it could be a dangerous thing. What was cool when she was younger was now a scary thought. With a heavy heart she shoved her art supplies in the bottom drawer of her dresser, and swore she’d never touch them again. She tried sports, she tried music, she tried photography and journaling, jewelry making and gardening, but nothing stuck. While getting through middle and high school with no peers and nothing to distract her was lonely, she was grateful that she had Frankie by her side throughout it all. After graduation came and went, Bonnie found herself feeling rather lost with no direction in life. Her parents didn’t push her to go to college, in fact they encouraged her not to pressure herself until she knew what she wanted to do. After a lot of thought and consideration, she eventually decided to apply for a job at the museum. If she could no longer make art, the very least she could do was surround herself with it.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Riley Anderson: They share the same last name, and she seems like such a creative person... Bonnie has wondered if they could be long lost cousins somehow, but she wouldn’t even know how to bring that up. ❀ Terence Hansen: He’s got that lost look in his eyes, the same way she knows she does. Like he’s still trying to figure out who to be. If she could find the courage to have a real conversation with him, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, they could be friends. ❀ Sophie Bennett: While she’s not the social type, Sophie was easy to be around. After getting to know each other, she soon realized the two of them had a lot more in common than she would’ve known --- like her gift.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#pixar rp #disney rp #bailee madison #toy story 3 #female bio #has powers #open bio #open female

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philadelphia-hq · 1 year

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“I've been working on my backwards walk. There's nowhere else for me to go.”

SEBASTIAN ‘SEB’ COX

Age: 35 Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him Occupation: Part-time music teacher Neighborhood: Chestnut Hill

BIOGRAPHY

tw: drug addiction

Sebastian Cox was the kind of person most people would call lucky. He grew up in an upper middle class household and, being the only child, he was both adored and spoiled by his parents. His father pushed him into sports at a very young age while his mother urged him into the arts, such as music and drawing. In the end, he had chosen music. He hadn’t always been the best when it came to his studies but music came so easily to him because it was dependent on sound, and he had been born with the blessing of perfect pitch. It certainly made his relationship with his mother stronger since she had been a former musician herself. Despite that, he grew up with sports his entire life and became somewhat of a golden child in that respect — top of his class in football, basketball, soccer, and lacrosse throughout high school, Sebastian had his pick of scholarships after graduation. However, Sebastian chose to pursue music. His high school rock band had been pretty good and they decided to head out to California and try to get a record deal. His parents didn’t think that was the right choice for their son but they let him go anyway.

It was in California that things changed for Sebastian. It took a few years but eventually his band became somewhat big in the indie rock world. They had a few more good years of fame and glory before Sebastian began to use drugs. At first it had been fun and thrilling, but as time went on, it became an addiction that was taking its toll on the band. His bandmates forced him into an intervention and later into rehab. While they were scheduled to do a comeback tour, that was when Sebastian’s mother called him to come back home because his father had passed away from a heart attack. He came home briefly and slipped back into old habits in order to deal with the grief. He stayed only a few months before he went back to California and began tour with his band once again. During that time, his drug use had gotten out of control again, and this time the band decided to permanently disband until he got his shit together for real. That’s how Sebastian ended back up in Philadelphia.

With no band to lead, a drug addiction that he was in danger of falling back into any second, and very little money, Sebastian went back home to live with his mother and to get better. He has been back in Philadelphia for six months now and teaches music part-time to earn some cash. At this point in his life, Sebastian finds himself at a crossroads while trying to figure out what he really wants out of life. He isn’t sure whether he wants to reunite his band and continue music, or set it aside and move onto something more stable and healthy.

Personality-wise, Sebastian is your typical ego-centric front-man of a band. He coasts on his good looks and charm while being completely unaware of his less-than-acceptable qualities. While he’s passionate about music, he lets his vices get the best of him. He relies heavily on his talent to get him through the door and nine times out of ten it’s enough. He tends to have alpha-male energy which makes him susceptible to butting heads with everyone over anything. Somewhat of a loose canon at times, Sebastian does have some better qualities —he’s ambitious and passionate about music, whether that’s writing lyrics or creating melodies, it’s the one thing in his life he make sure to put careful care into. Because he grew up with a doting mother who told him he was nothing less than perfect, he often needs an ego check. He’s extroverted and charismatic which makes it easy for him to make friends wherever he goes. But he’s also inconsiderate and doesn’t always think before he speaks, which makes it just as easy for him to create enemies wherever he goes. Despite that, Sebastian is working to be a better version of himself.

SEB COX has the face claim of MATTHEW DADDARIO and is played by SAM.

#chestnut hill #b

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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Y/n comes back to Hogwarts as a teacher for the third time. She meets an old friend, whom she had lost contact with and an old lover, who managed to break out of Azkaban after twelve years.

This could've ended on this scene in the corridor, but ofc I wanted a happy ending lmao

Part 1

Pairing(s): Sirius Black x evans!reader, platonic!Remus Lupin x reader

The reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 3.6k

Tw: non proofread, but other than than I think none

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Secrets of the diary

Part 2

"Did you pack everything?" Y/n asked Harry right before leaving the house.

"Yes, you've asked four times already." The boy said, carrying his big trunk.

"What about the permission slip to Hogsmeade?"

"Oh, right, forgot it."

Y/n smirked to herself as Harry ran upstairs to his room to look for the permission slip. He was going to be able to visit Hogsmeade from this year, his third year.

It was also the third year of Y/n teaching at Hogwarts. She fulfilled her plan to be a teacher, she taught Transfiguration. Professor Minerva McGonagall was perfectly fine, but she didn't mind a second teacher of the same subject.

Y/n could have been a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but it was never her favorite subject. Plus the occupation was rumored to be cursed, even back in Y/n's Hogwart years there were several teachers. They changed each year, some died, some were traumatized and decided to leave, some disappeared mysteriously.

The woman apparated with her nephew to the train station. The Weasleys were there already, so after a quick chat the children and Y/n entered the train. They parted ways there, as Y/n went to the 'teachers part' of the train.

"Well, hello there, Severus." Y/n greeted the only person in the compartment she'd just entered. Despite not really liking him in their Hogwarts times, she always tried to be nice to him now.

"Morning." The man replied in his usual, gloomy voice. He's never been a talkative type of person.

"Why so formal? Come on, it's a new school year, autumn is coming, soon trees will turn beautiful red, yellow, orange and brown-"

"Why do you still wear this?" Severus cut her off and pointed at the ring on Y/n's finger. "How can you still wear it, knowing he betrayed Lily?"

It was a ring from Sirius. Not the paper one. It was an engagement ring made of real gold with a ruby. Technically, Y/n and Sirius never broke up, so she never took the ring off.

"Take my sister's name out of your mouth, Severus, if you believe those lies. Sirius would never betray her and James. And let me remind you, James also died that night. Peter's dead as well."

"I've been hurt by this situation as much as you, but you're still blinded by whatever was between you and Black. The fact that he broke out of prison recently doesn't make it any better."

"I think I like it better when you don't talk. I don't feel like arguing."

Severus didn't bother to say anything to else and Y/n preferred to read a book instead of arguing with him. The compartment was filled with silence until one moment. The train stopped suddenly before reaching the destination.

"Did the train break down?" Y/n asked rather herself. She was a bit scared by how the light went off. "Take the train instead of the Floo Network they said, it'll be fun they said."

The last two years Y/n arrived to Hogwarts by the Floo Network. Of course it wasn't possible to arrive right inside Hogwarts this way nor by apparation. Y/n usually dropped Harry off at King's Cross and then came back home to use the fireplace to travel to the Three Broomsticks. But after that, there was a long way to go on feet so just this year Y/n wanted to try the train.

"It's the dementors." Severus murmured. "The train will start in a few minutes."

"Right, extra protection from the Ministry." Y/n scoffed.

Severus was right, the train was again on the way in the next few minutes. Now it wasn't a long time until they reached Hogwarts.

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All the students gathered in the Great Hall. Before the Welcoming Feast began, Y/n walked up to Minerva McGonagall. She was her favorite teacher and now they were practically friends.

"Hello, Minnie." The younger woman smiled.

"It's good to see you." Minerva smiled at her. "Have you met the new DADA teacher yet?"

"No, who is it? And what is that mischievous smile of yours supposed to mean?" Y/n teased playfully. It was quite funny, how some years ago Minerva was asking Y/n and her friends the same question.

"I think you might be happy with professor Dumbledore's choice." The older woman discretely pointed at a man walking towards the teachers' table. "And now excuse me, but I have a few first years to take care of."

Y/n's jaw dropped when she realized who the man was. He was obviously older than when she'd seen him last, he grew some facial hair and wore more 'grown-up' clothes, but she recognized him without a problem. It was Remus Lupin. Her friend. Her Moony.

"Rem!" She called him and excitedly ran up to him, feeling as if they were just two students again having a little reunion after the summer holiday.

"Y/n?" Remus said, knowing it's her, but being surprised to see her. She hugged him and he hesitantly hugged her back.

"Long time no see! I'm so sorry, I was so stupid to argue with you. I'll understand if you're angry with me."

"Not angry, just confused. What are you doing here?" He didn't even remember what was their old argue about. Or maybe he didn't want to remember. Either way, he wasn't angry with Y/n and was excited to see her.

"I happen to be teaching Transfig! I've heard you're the new DADA teacher?"

"Oh, yes. I loved this subject. We'll see how it goes, since the position is jinxed." He joked, causing Y/n to laugh. "I'd love to talk more and catch up with everything, but it seems like the feast is about to start."

"Right, right. After it ends, I could show you where my office is, so you could come to me with any questions or concerns."

"Y/n, I used to be a student here." A chuckle escaped Remus' mouth. "I don't think I'll need any help, but thank you."

Dumbledore spoke his usual speech as each year. Y/n felt her stomach doing cartwheels when he mentioned Sirius and his escape from prison. Except for Severus and now also Remus, none of the teachers knew the ring on Y/n's finger was her engagement ring though. Could she lose her job if more people knew? Probably. Why would the headmaster want to keep someone, who believed in a criminal's innocence?

"You look so...different." Remus said as he and Y/n were walking to her office after the feast.

"You're allowed to say old, I can take it." Y/n laughed. "Even though I'm a year younger."

"I didn't mean that! You just don't look like the Y/n I remember. A few years ago I would never expect to see you in a dress and now here you are." He gestured at Y/n's dress.

Remus was right. Back when all the Marauders were together, Y/n wasn't really the type of person to feel comfortable in a dress. Skirts were the least she could wear, because of school. But dresses? Hardly ever. If she wore a dress, it must've been a special occasion, like Lily and James' wedding.

"Well, you look exactly how I imagined you'd look like in your early 30s. In a good way, of course." Y/n laughed.

"Thank you, thank you, I try my best. Anyways, how have you been doing these past few years?"

"Alright, I guess. I mean, Harry's with me so it hasn't been too bad. He looks so much like James."

"With Lily's eyes." Remus added. "I had the pleasure to meet him on the train. He fainted during that unexpected stop."

"What? And I don't know about it? I'm an awful godmother." Y/n sighed. Remus put his arm on her shoulders in the order to comfort her.

"Definitely not." The man assured. "You've practically raised Harry by yourself, not many people are capable of that. You're a great godmother."

Remus wasn't really sure if Y/n really raised the boy alone. He noticed the old ring on her finger, so he assumed she didn't find anyone to else after what happened with Sirius.

"Here's my classroom." The woman announced as they stopped by one of many doors. "This is were you can mostly find me between classes, either here or patrolling lower corridors."

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Weeks had passed, it was late October. Y/n was asleep peacefully in her bed in her bedroom, but sudden knocking on her door woke her up. Getting up from the bed, the woman looked outside through the window. It was still dark outside, why would anyone wake her up? The knocking echoed in the room once again, so Y/n walked to the door.

"What happened?" She asked. The person who woke her up turned out to be Remus Lupin. He was in his pajamas, it must've been an emergency.

"We're called to search the corridors." The man explained. "Sirius broke into Hogwarts. He tried to hurt Harry."

"What? He loved Harry, treated him as his own son. He would never do that." Now Y/n felt fully awake. It was equal to pouring a bucket of ice cold water on her.

"Why can't you see that Sirius turned dark? He's a dangerous criminal working for Voldemort."

"You're one of the last people who should say these words. You were his friend!"

"And he was James' best friend, but he betrayed him and Lily."

"He didn't! He didn't betray them nor did he kill Wormtail. The Ministry didn't give him a trial, they didn't even check his wand or give him Veritaserum-"

"Y/n, I really don't want to argue. Let's just go and search the castle. Remember to let anyone know when you find Sirius."

"You're right, okay."

Remus and Y/n rushed out of the teachers' rooms of the castle. The woman decided to search the third floor.

She searched through classrooms and corridors, one by one. As she was walking by a statue of a wizard she didn't even know, someone grabbed her and put their hand on her mouth. Y/n was pulled behind the huge statue. Her eyes widened, when she saw Sirius Black.

"I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth, just don't scream, okay?" He asked, but it didn't really sound like a question. Y/n nodded.

Y/n thought she was prepared for this moment. She spent hours thinking about what she will say or do when she finally sees Sirius. But now she was truly speechless with not a single thought on her mind.

He looked dirty and way skinnier than how Y/n remembered him. The black and white prison jumper was hanging on him. He had a beard, but not a nice one, similar to Remus'. Sirius' beard was unkempt and along with his dirty hair made him really look like a criminal. The only thing that didn't change were his eyes, these eyes which Y/n loved. Just one look into them was enough to bring back all memories from the past.

"I love you." Y/n stuttered the first thing that came to her mind. It clearly surprised Sirius.

"Aren't you angry?"

"No, I know it wasn't you who betrayed James and Lily. Do you know who was it? And who killed Peter?"

"It was-"

The man was cut off by someone calling Y/n from the other side of the corridor. A man's voice. Someone who, to Sirius' ears, sounded like Remus.

"Run to the one-eyed witch statue." Y/n whispered. "It's safe, no one's around there."

Before leaving, Sirius took Y/n's face in his hand and kissed her. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but the moment lasted longer than it should.

When Sirius was gone, Y/n walked in the direction of the voice which was calling her.

"Have you found any clues?" Remus asked.

"None." Y/n replied. Technically, she didn't lie. She found the criminal, not clues. "Have you?"

"Nothing, I guess we just gotta keep searching."

"It's gonna be a sleepless night, isn't it?"

Y/n was right, the night was sleepless. They couldn't just go to sleep, while the criminal could be anywhere in the castle. Y/n decided to not tell anyone about seeing Sirius.

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The Quidditch season was in a very heated moment, when a very unfortunate accident happened. It was a Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match. Harry was attacked by a hoard of Dementors and fell off of his broom. The game was lost and Harry's broom flew right into the Whomping Willow.

It was also the time for the students' visits at Hogsmeade. Y/n was glad Ron and Hermione are with Harry all the time. Dementors had a big effect on him, because of his terrible past.

"After the Christmas break, I'm going to teach Harry how to conjure a patronus." Remus said when he was having a coffe in his room with Y/n. It was some time before the full moon, so the man was not in the best form.

"Wow, the patronus," Y/n wondered with a smile on her face, "I haven't conjured mine in years, I'm not sure if I still can."

"I think you can, without a doubt. You just haven't had a need to."

"Hey, what would you say about a walk to Hogsmeade?"

The sudden change of subject surprised Remus.

"Y/n, we aren't kids anymore." He chuckled at the idea.

"And we aren't oldies yet! Come on, a walk in the cold will do you some good."

Y/n dragged Remus out of his room. They walked to the huge door of the castle. Outside snow was on everything, Y/n secretly counted on a little snowball fight. She didn't care that teachers shouldn't act like that. There was a reason why she was one of the most liked teachers among students.

Y/n's smile disappear when she saw Harry. His eyes were teary, but he looked angry. He walked up to Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" The boy shouted.

"What are you talking about?" Y/n didn't know what's going on. Why was Harry so angry? She hasn't seen him so angry before.

"I'm talking about Black. He betrayed my parents! He was their friend and he betrayed them! And now he came for me!"

"Harry, it's not like that, you don't understand it. Where did you hear all of these?"

"Fudge is in the Three Broomsticks with Snape and McGonagall. They said all that, you can't hide it from me anymore."

"Why do you believe it? It's all lies, Sirius is innocent!"

"He isn't innocent, he's a traitor and a murderer! But it's alright if he comes for me, because I'm ready to kill him."

"Don't listen to Fudge, he's a lying piece of shi-"

"Y/n," Remus interrupted her, "you can't lie to yourself anymore."

Harry walked away with tears in his eyes. Y/n felt helpless for the first time in her whole 'career' as an aunt and a godmother.

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Months had passed, many incidents happened. From Harry being given a Firebold for Christmas and Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup, to Sirius breaking into their common room.

But, at least Y/n was glad that Remus didn't anymore think that Sirius was guilty. One night he caught Harry walking the corridors with the Marauders map. Harry had no idea who made it and Remus didn't tell him, but when they saw Peter Pettigrew on the map, a lot of things cleared up in Remus' head.

One evening Harry, Ron and Hermione happened to end up in the Shrieking Shack. To their surprise, Sirius was there. He talked with Remus when Y/n flew into the room in her animagi form - a crow.

"Come on, let's kill him!" Sirius shouted.

"Wait." Remus argued.

"I did my waiting. Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!"

Remus gulped, he was nervous. He looked at Sirius, then at Y/n who stood there speechless in her human form, then at the kids and then back at Sirius.

"Okay." He handed the man his wand. "Kill him..."

"No, wait!" Y/n chimed in when Sirius reached for the wand. "Harry deserves to know the truth." The woman felt guilty for not telling Harry everything earlier. But she thought that the less he knew, the better it was for him. And everyone else thought so.

"Oh, I know the truth!" Harry said angrily. "He is the reason my parents are dead."

"Your parents are dead because of someone we believed was dead until recently."

"Who was it then?"

"Peter Pettigrew!" Sirius exclaimed. "Who's in this room right now! Come on Peter! Come out and play!"

Out of a sudden, Severus appeared in the room. In one quick move he disarmed Sirius.

"I hoped I would be the one to catch you." The man said with his wand still pointed at Sirius.

"Severus-" Y/n and Remus said in unison, but were interrupted.

"I told Dumbledore about you two covering for Black for the past few months."

"Ah, brilliant." Sirius said, approaching Snape. "But you're wrong. I, we, have some unfinished business to do."

Severus put his wand up to Sirius' throat when he tried to take back his wand.

"Severus, don't be stupid." Y/n said, hoping to change Severus' mind.

"It's been quite of a habit for the past...how long have we known each other?" Sirius cracked a joke. Even in such moment.

"Siri, it's not a good moment for jokes." Y/n tried to stop herself from chuckling.

"Look at you," Snape scoffed, "just like fifteen years ago. Black getting into troubles, Evans trying to save him from consequences. What a surprise you didn't end up in Azkaban with him."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Severus. The man hit a wall with a loud thud and fell on the floor unconscious.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden action. Even Harry himself seemed to be confused about why did he do it.

"Harry, you've just attacked a teacher." Hermione pointed out, but no reply was heard. Instead, Harry looked at Sirius.

"Peter who, you said?" The boy asked.

"Pettigrew." Sirius repeated. "He was our friend, or so we thought-"

"No. He's dead. You killed him."

"I wish I had. But he's right here!" The man pointed at terrified Ron in whose hands was Scabbers.

"Me?" Ron stuttered. "You're mental."

"Not you. The rat."

"Scabbers? He's been in my family for-"

"Twelve years? Quite long for a rat, isn't it? And he's missing a toe, right?"

"So what?"

"All they found after Pettigrew died-" Harry started, but was cut off by Sirius.

"Was his finger. Dirty coward cut it off so people thought he was dead. Then he turned into a rat."

Scabbers squirmed violently and ran out of Ron's hands. Before he managed to escape the room, Remus transformed him into his human form.

Peter Pettigrew was very much alive. He tried to save himself, but Harry decided to take him to the castle in the order to hand him over to Dementors. That was good compared to how Sirius wanted to kill Peter.

"When he's alive, your name can be cleared." The boy smiled at Sirius.

"I don't know if you know, but James and Lily made me your godfather-"

"Oh, yes, I know. I read Y/n's diary." Harry laughed.

"Which you shouldn't have done!" The woman joined the conversation, also laughing.

"But then I wouldn't have found out many interesting things. You two looked really good together when you were young- er, younger."

"I'm sure we could still look good together once Sirius has a shower." Y/n turned her face to the man. "And I still have some of our old clothes."

"Why would you keep any of my clothes after everyone said I betrayed our friends?" Sirius asked. He was surprised, in a good way.

Oh, because seeing your clothes in my wardrobe gave me that fake feeling of hope that maybe you'll be back soon, so that I didn't cry every morning for the past twelve years.

"I never believed you did it, unlike our dear friend Remus, am I right?" Y/n turned to Remus. Her smile disappeared, when she noticed how disturbing Remus is looking. "Rem- oh my god, what day is it?"

"It's the full moon." Hermione chimed in, looking at the silver, glowing moon through the window.

"Take the kids and run, I'll take care of him." Sirius ordered. Nobody argued.

Grabbing Peter by his shirt and holding a wand to his neck, Y/n ran outside right after Harry, Ron and Hermione. They ran back to the castle, Y/n wasn't worried about Sirius. It wasn't his first time taking care of Remus during the full moon, after all.

"Don't you dare turning into a rat again," Y/n threatened, "or I'll catch you, cut off the rest of your fingers and stuff them down your throat, get it?"

Pettigrew let out a scared squeak as a form of confirming he understood.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everything went according to plan. Peter was handed to the Ministry and later on to Dementors. Sirius got his name cleared up, he moved in with Y/n and Harry. They were all happier than ever, they were finally feeling like a complete family. Even without James and Lily, it was something. Y/n and Sirius got married in December, as they planned many years before. Even though Remus had to leave his job at Hogwarts, he moved closer to his friends so that he didn't have to be lonely anymore. Y/n promised to help him find a job in which his little furry problem wouldn't be that much of an issue. Everyone was happy, everything was good. Finally some long-term happiness.

#marauders x reader #marauders imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #hogwarts #Marauders #hp fanfic #Marauders fanfic #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin

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azazelsconfessional · 3 years

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((so i was gonna open up my askbox again but I got distracted doing this and watching streams i think idr what i did the past few hours, buuut there's something I need to cover first, especially since there are so many new people around! Hello! Especially since so many of you are playing OCs/MCs.

Don't worry, it's a tip to hopefully help you along! It may get a little long, especially as I try and provide examples. . .but hopefully it'll help.

I'm gonna talk a lot about OCs but this applies to canon characters too a bit. It certainly helps.

Tl;dr, you should have a character profile page.

(also remember that tumblr mobile doesn't really have direct access to Pages made with the Pages function on desktop, so you'll have to link them manually in your pinned or description or host them on another site(I used Google Docs in the apst) or in a regular post(this makes it very easy to lose as a forewarning) for maximum accessibility!)

(rules pages are also really really handy if you have alot of resteictions.)

So, in general, OCs have a bit of a lower reception rate in rp. Idk if that'll be the case here with MCs because they're, well, the main character. Housamo is also a series that lends itself well to OCs pretty well, especially non-human ones, but I figured I'd warn for that.

BUT. That doesn't mean you shouldn't play an OC! It just means there are things you need to keep in mind!

Think of all of the OCs you've seen--you all seem to be fun and wonderful people, and your characters are surely interesting. But. . .if you don't tell anybody about them, nobody will know what's going on or where to start, which makes asking questions a little hard, right? That's easier to work around with MC characters--we've played the game, we know the story, we know the characters, so we can figure out questions fairly easily based on that alone and go from there.

But with other OCs, especially those that don't represent charactera from mythology or fiction like many other characters in housamo do, there's like. Nowhere to start. We may see a face or some dialogue, but otherwise we don't have a frame of reference.

That's where a profile comes in!

Azazel-mun, I don't want to share all of the info about my character at once!

What if I don't know everything about my OC yet and want to figure it out along thw way?

The profile doesn't have to be super detailed! At most it shoule include things like the character's name and age and probably things like their location, profession, grade in school or place of work, etc., and anything you'd notice on the surface like their apperance. It's never a bad thing to include a description of their personality too, or a small section about their history/background. Little things that even you should probably know, too.

You can also section your profile off a bit into things like "surface info," "meta info," "things you could easily figure out about them," etc. That way, no one can spoil themself. Making lists like this can help you think these things through if you haven't already as well.

Let's use Azazel, a character that you probably know already, as an example here. I don't have a profile set

Name: Azazel

Species: Fallen Angel; Capra Therian - an anthropomorphic Goat (?)

Gender(pronouns): Male(he/him)

Age: difficult to calculate; several thousand years old?

Apperance age: hard to say, he's not human. Adult.

Origins: banished from his home world of Eden, has been in the human world for several thousand years

Profession: Priest of dubious denomination, most likely Catholic or Protestant; teacher at Daikanyama Academy; de facto head of the Missionaries Non-Profit charity Organization; supervisor of the Aoyama Missionaries

Role & Rule: Watcher; Revelation - allows him to see anything within the territory of the Aoyama Missionaries and anywhere the pages of his Artifact see

Apperance: Azazel is a 5'10"(180cm) tall, anthropomorphic goat of ambiguous breed, with fawn fur all over his body and lighter fur on his head and around his neck. He has brown, riged horns which curve out and back. Though his eyes are often closed, when opened they're red. He always carried around a leather bound bible with an eye on the cover, and is never seen without several chains on his person, although only the one(s) around his neck can be seen unless he's undressed.

He wears a black priest's cassock with a maroon sash and a capelet of the same color, with the same eye as on his bible on the shoulders of the cape, and brown dress shoes. The front of the robe is always open to expose his bare chest and the chains beneath.

Personality: Azazel is kind and doting, very fitting of both a teacher and priest, although his openly flirtatious, lustful, and secretive nature causes others to distrust him. He doesn't mind this at all. He has a strong adoration for humans, and values love in all of its forms more than anything. He's a bit of a passive person, often being unmotivated but working hard regardless, and seems to prefer to watch others and the world go by, although he won't decline most invitations to take part in it. He is always aware of anything that happens within the extensive territory of the Missionaries, and seems to know and see just about everything about anyone he meets, from their surface to their soul. . . .

If you know Azazel, or take note of some of the wording or question marks, you'll note I didn't explain everything(although I may have shared more than you want to.) This is just a bare bones exampe of how I do my profiles--but it can get even more bare!

I'll do two this time, a more vague version of Azazel's, and another that obscures information all together, using the same or a similar format to the above.

Name: Azazel

Species: anthropomorphic goat

Gender(pronouns): male (he/him)

Age: unquestionably an adult

Origins: Eden

Profession: Priest; teacher; head of a charity NPO; member of the Missionaries

Apperance: Horned goatman of slightly above average human height. Light brown fur, blond fur-hair, red eyes. Wears priest robes and a gold chain around his neck and chest. Carries around a bible with an eye on it?

Personality: Kind of eerie, but friendly and affectionate. A little flirtatious, especially towards humans. Seems to know everything about people for some reason?

Compare it to the one before--see how I've left even more things off or left things ambiguous while still sharing what's necessary or surface level? However, it's also not as engaging or as informative as the other one where I gave more information.

As someone who plays him, profiles like this aren't as helpful for me lol since he knows so much about everyone and everything, having a lot of details helps me play my character!

Now, as helpful as this is, this is also a character you probably know. So how about I do this with an OC? Normally I'm extremely detailed in my profiles and such, especially for OCs, sharing headcanons and ideas for relationships between characters. But, again, I'll try and show how you can show some info while leaving some up to people to ask about to later be filled in.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [this is where you would put where you get the art for any icons you use--if you draw it yourself, say so; if you use official art from a series, credit the name of the character and the series; if you use picrews, link the specific picrews. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PERMITTED TO USE. DO NOT STEAL ART. IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE CREDIT, ASK SOMEONE TO HELP YOU, DO NOT JUST SAY THAT IT ISN'T YOURS. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO USE OR THAT ISN'T FROM A SERIES OF SOME SORT.]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: older than she looks?

Origins: Tokyo?

Profession: Professor; Witch

Apperance: A fidgety woman who looks older than she is. She looks anxious and confused as often as she looks curious and confident. Wavy light brown hair. Often carries around schoolbooks and is never alone, always with a Rattus Therian and often with a Nyarlathotep.

Personality: seemingly anxious, but curious and exploratative nonetheless. On the awkward side, but can still keep up with the Nyarls that accompany her. Gets into trouble when she gets ahead of herself in exploring and learning about the arcane, but her Rule allows her to disappear easily.

History: Has always been curious about magic and attempted to run through a Gate when they began to open up. Performed a summon and brought a certain transients to Tokyo and recieved her familiar and the magic to use her Rule as a result. Currently teaches at a college. She stumbled into a certain someone while attempting to explore time, and became a fan ever since.

That tells you a fair amount, doesn't it? Even for someone you don't know? It may even raise some questions that you could ask. At the same time, it doesn't tell you that much, and that can be as much of a hindrance for coming up with questions as saying too much can. It's really up to you what's too much and too little. Here's a more detailed version! Some things have been left vague or confusing in such a way that they could be filled in after being revealed through asks and play. That way, people are encouraged to/given ideas of what to ask--and you can still share things in the long run.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [N/A]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: somewhere in her 30's, maybe even a little older

Origins: Tokyo, with some sort of connection to at least one other world

Profession: Professor of [?] at [?] Academy; Witch

Role & Rule: [?] & [?]

Artifact, Summon, Familiar?: Always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and some sort of man-rat? She also carries around a book that's labeled as a Grimoire, but it's rare for someone to be both a summon-user and an Artifact-user. . . .

Apperance: A fidgety older woman wearing a labcoat and a witch's hat. She looks quite stressed and has trouble sitting still. Her ashy brown hair is thin and a little wavy, with some strands of gray. Although she often squints, she doesn't wear glasses. She carries around a lot of books relating to maths and sciences and one labeled 'Grimoire' decorated with arcane symbols from Gehenna and Old Ones. She's always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and a very short, bearded man who can best be described as a brown rat therian with a human-like face. Sometimes there's a normal rat on her person or in her pockets.

Personality: Kezia is a fidgety and anxious magic practitioner. She's very curious about other worlds and has been since the Gates appeared in this Tokyo since she was a child, however she has been pursuing magic before then. She often appears somewhat confused about or fascenated by even her usual surroundings, but, at other times moves through the world with confidence even in unfamiliar territory. She also likes rats and other rodents, and as such will often avoid felines and birds of prey. She has a tendency to disappear, seeming to walk through walls despite assuredly being alive.

She's a little bit awkward with people, but somehow keeps up with Nyarlathoteps nonetheless. She's a good teacher, once she figures out how to explain things in ways others can understand easily, but can be a bit difficult to follow and flighty up until then. Aware of this, she's rather patient, if a little down on herself at times. However, she most often simply has her mind elsewhere. Despite this and the company she keeps, she's relatively sane. . .most of the time.

She shares a name with a witch from the world of Old Ones who made a pact with Nyarlathotep, believing him to be the Devil. . .and the ratman always at her side uses the same name as that witch's familiar as well. It's. . .probably just a coincidence. . .who would rightfully make a pact with Nyarlathotep?

History: Kezia is an adult human from this Tokyo before the apperance of the Gates and construction of the Walls. She's explored various witchcraft pursuits since she was a child, with what was originally a mere imaginative curiosity and fascination. After the arrival of the Gates when she was still young, she snuck over the fences built around one and attempted to go inside the massive pillar of light, which she attributes to the reason she often seems to struggle with her vision. Several years later, she performed a successful summon and she recieved her familiar, Brown Jenkin, transformed into a somewhat therian form from one of her pet rats, and was given some powers from Nyarlathotep. She has no discernable control over any of the chaotic creatures, however they seem to spend time around her regardless.

At present she's a professor of a subject that interests her at a certain college. She's had other dangerous run-ins due to her excitement over the arcane and "darker" arts, but doesn't seem to show any signs of stopping. However, after an incident in an attempt to explore time itself, she encountered a certain guardian of time and feels reluctant for once to explore it further. . .although she's become quite a big fan of his.

. . .i ran out of steam amd kinda lost track of where i was going. idk if that helped at all really. But maybe it did! I hope it did. You don't need to use any of those things exactly by any means, but that's the kind of thing you usually see in profile pages. Basics like someone's name and birthday and age and apperance and a little about their personality, maybe some history. Oftentimes things like powers and weapons and the like. Interests, hobbies, ways they could be intereacted with, etc. Just stuff that'd help you know the character.

I write everything in paragraph form, but everyone is more than welcome to use a more script format. I love making profiles, myself--it really helps to think about the character and details about them. Normally I make really, really detailed profiles, but maybe I'll try and be more simple about it this time around. depends on how i'm feeling.

I know this seems weirdly hypocritical given I don't have one but when I first made this blog there were like four of us including myself. I didn't see the need for a rules or profile page because I didn't anticipate that there'd be so many of us or, like, people from other fandoms or who aren't familiar with certain characters. I'll rectify that soon hopefully. But I figured I'd pass along this idea/knowledge to others.

. . .I'm gonna go reopen my askbox now. Feel free to send asks again, ask about this, etc! You can send me an IM too if you want. I'll properly close up the guest event tomorrow. I'm real tired rn lol so idk how much i'll get done, but i usually do things super late at night my time, so i have some time to pull my shit together haha))

#ooc #((anyway i'm gonna open the askbox and crawl into a hole))#((i got nothing done lol i was so engaged with something else all week))

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quilna · 3 years

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About

So... Other people have posts to quickly explain some things about themselves so people know what to expect from them and their blogs. I think it might be helpful if I made one myself?

Tell me if there’s anything else that needs to be here.

About Me

I’m Quilna but I also go by Quill or any variation of my blog names.

My main blog is @lifedrake but this is currently the blog I use for socialising, Jekyll and Hyde, and writing stuff. Besides my Tumblr, I also have an AO3 account that I tend to use to write more often also under the name Quilna.

Pronouns are he/him or they/them

I’m aro/ace

Ask box is open but sometimes I might take a bit of time to get around to answering people.

If you’re ever uncomfortable with me commenting on your things like adding my notes to the tags and such, you can always tell me and I’ll stop, no reason needed and the request won’t be made public. If it’s just a temporary thing, like a recent bad mood, you can always tell me if and when you’re fine with comments again. This extends to comments on any other sites I use currently or might use in the future such as AO3.

Please tell me if you want me to add a certain tag to something or if I’m doing something to upset you/make you uncomfortable. You are completely welcome to tell me if I’m doing something wrong and I would encourage that you do so.

Aus From Asks

I’ve gathered some aus from asks I’ve received sometimes. They’re not my creations and the credit goes to the askers who sent them.

Shapeshifter Au - Au where there is a creature stalking London that feeds off of people’s desires by transforming into whatever they desire the most and luring them away. After the shapeshifter targets Lanyon by turning into Jekyll, only narrowly saved by Rachel, Lanyon is terrified of the real Henry but still determined to keep his experience a secret.

University Au - Everyone is either a staff member or a student at university. Jekyll is a lecturer, Hyde is a drama teacher, Lanyon is a higher up member of staff who usually keeps himself to himself but finds himself falling for Jekyll.

Lesbian Au - Jekyll and Lanyon are both girls and Jekyll is accidentally more spooky than she intends to be.

Lanyon Knows Au - What it says on the tin. Lanyon knows about Hyde.

About My Main Aus

I’ve collected a few aus over time and now I’m putting as many as I can recall in one place no matter how old or self-indulgent they were. Most of them are still on my main blog but the art is so old that I’m not willing to reblog them to this account. Maybe at some point I’ll create some newer art for them or at least write a little more about each of them.

Demon Au - The one au that I’m currently writing a fic on - A modern day au where Jekyll ends up as the victim of a failed possession attempt by the demon Hyde shortly after moving into a new apartment in a new town. The pair then have to put up with each other.

Creator-Creation Swap Au - An au where scientists swap with their creations wherever it works. Jekyll is the awkward good alter ego of science loving street urchin Edward Hyde, Creature is the creator who stitched together Victoria Frankenstein, Maijabi is a ghost who studies humans, and Jasper is a shapeshifter unhappily trapped in human form. Everyone needs to convince Jekyll that there’s more to life than following rules and pleasing the other people around him before he turns himself in for setting London on fire.

Hyde Wins Au - Hyde’s plan to take Jekyll over completely and only let him out to do boring stuff like eat or do taxes whenever he chooses? Completely Victorious. However, Jekyll frequently vanishing for days at a time only to return bruised and refusing to tell anyone where he’s been raises a lot of extreme concerns amongst everyone around him, between his friends and people who are relying on his presence. Everyone is doing the best they can to stop these constant disappearances before Jekyll disappears for good.

MBAV Au - Based on the TV series My Babysitter’s a Vampire - Jekyll/Hyde is a spellcaster who split himself in half after a spell gone wrong, Lanyon can see the future, and Rachel is a vampire. Jekyll is trying to hold together a society where the supernatural can learn to live peacefully with the human world under the guise of a scientific society but not every creature out there is benevolent. Moreover, Hyde is absolute chaos with his abilities. Shenanigans occur.

Madness of Angels Au - Also known as the Matthew Swift Au. Up for editing a bit because it’s based on the first book in a series which is a little obscure - Jekyll is murdered and comes back fused with Hyde, blessed with new powers and single-mindedly looking for revenge against his murderer, even if that means tearing down everything they have and everyone close to them. Lanyon is generally horrified with all of this, especially when his own father is accused of the crime. Meanwhile Jekyll is torn between revenge and the people he cares about.

God Au - I think this might have been the first au I ever designed - Based vaguely off of the religion from Fly By Night where all gods have very specific titles - The lodgers are minor gods in need of prayers and Jekyll is a trickster god pretending to be a human, trying to get people to worship the minor gods once more so they can all survive. A spanner is thrown in the works when the major God of death, Frankenstein, shows up and immediately realizes that Jekyll isn’t all he seems to be.

Mermaid Au - An au created for Mermay where mermaids and humans coexist in the world - Henry is a rare and feared species known as a siren with the ability to manipulate people’s minds. He has to keep this a secret but he has no control over his own powers. Lanyon is afraid of the implications of Jekyll’s strange behaviour combined with recent siren sightings nearby. Fellow mermaid Rachel is trying to teach him how to control his abilities so he can protect himself and his secret.

Shadow Au - Also known as the Persona au. Based on the persona game series - Lanyon and Rachel are dumped nightly into a 25th hour of the day plagued by monsters born of the collective unconscious and dopplegangers reflecting people’s deepest, darkest inner thoughts. Blessed with the new powers of Persona and accompanied by a mysterious shapeshifter who lives in the 25th hour called Hyde, the two of them have to save other people who fall into the 25th hour, face off against their own dopplegangers, try to figure out why this is happening, and stop it all before it’s too late.

About Tags I’m Currently Using

Please tell me if there are any others you want me to add or whether I’ve missed a tag on a post somewhere. I definitely know I keep forgetting them on reblogs. Honestly, this blog is a mess when it comes to tags.

Trigger Tags

#Blood

#Violence

#Alcohol

#Fire

#Swearing

Content Tags

#Jekyll and Hyde

#The Glass Scientists

#My Writing

#My Art

#Writing Ideas

#Incorrect quotes (Sometimes it’s just #incorrect quote because I mucked it up)

#Quilna’s asks

#ask

AU Tags

#TGS Au

#Creator-Creation Swap Au

#Shapeshifter au

#Lesbian au

#Lanyon Knows Au

#Modern au

#University au

Other Tags

#Long post

#Ask

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devldom · 2 years

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Hello, this is an introduction post for my Obey Me! MC, Blue. This post is a constant work in progress, as I'm still in season 2. Will keep updating it as I progress with the main story.

Spoilers for season 1 and 2, and specifically for lesson 16.

ID Card template by TARBLOODY on twitter. Art by me.

23 years old

Mexican. Lived in the US before arriving at the Devildom.

Birthday: August 31.

Bisexual, polyamorous, agender. They/them pronouns.

Virgo. INFJ.

175 cm tall. Light/medium skin tone, with warm undertones. Dark brown eyes with blue highlights. Black over the shoulder hair with bangs that they usually brush to the sides, with a peekaboo blue color on the sides and the back. Gold nose ring on their left nostril.

Background tw: suicide mention, death

Blue was born and raised by their mother in a small city in Mexico. They never got the chance to meet their dad, but they didn’t mind as their mom carried both of them on her back. Blue’s mother, Veronica, was an artist; a painter, who also worked multiple jobs half her life to be able to afford to take care of her child, constantly struggling with money. Blue and her mother were pretty close, as they were the only two members of their little family. They did everything together; they especially enjoyed painting together, with Veronica teaching her child everything she knew about painting. Veronica had always worked hard for her art, even before Blue was born, showcasing her work in local galleries and art events. Her hard work eventually paid off, as she caught the attention of an important art gallery when Blue was 12 years old, and the both of them moved to the US so they could start a new life and their mother could thrive off her art.

Veronica’s art gained popularity pretty quickly locally once they arrived in the US, with different galleries offering to showcase her work. The family of two lived off Veronica’s work; they weren’t filthy rich, but they were now able to live a good life in which they didn’t have to struggle economically anymore. Blue constantly struggled with their mental health since they were a kid, dealing with anxious and depressive thoughts, but things started going worse for them when their mother fell ill, a few months after they graduated high school and turned 18. As Veronica’s health started to deteriorate, Blue decided not to go to college so they could focus on taking care of their mother. Veronica passed away about a year later.

Blue’s mental health hit rock bottom with their mother’s passing, as they lost the person they loved the most. A few days after that happened, Blue completely shut themself out from the world for weeks. It wasn’t hard to do so; since they were their mother’s caretaker, Blue didn’t have a lot of friends (except for a few people from high school that they still talked with, from time to time) and didn’t leave their house much. As they constantly sat alone with their anxious thoughts, one day when they felt they’ve had enough, Blue tried to end their life. However, the odds turned against them, as they were found by one of their mother’s gallery acquaintances who was going to visit their place to check on them.

When Blue woke up on a hospital bed, they felt ashamed. Ashamed for a lot of things; for thinking dying was a solution, for doing something like that knowing that their mother would be disappointed, and also for not succeeding. After that attempt, Blue was forced to attend therapy, which eventually helped them to focus on their healing. When they turned 21, they decided to give college a try, getting enrolled in a visual arts program. They also started working part time as a painting teacher for kids, which they didn’t need to do as their mother’s inheritance was enough for them to support themself financially, but they still dreaded being alone with their thoughts so teaching was a relaxing activity for them. Even after entering college, Blue still struggled with making friends. They chatted with their classmates from time to time, but Blue didn’t really consider any of them their friends.

One day, Blue woke up and didn’t recognize their surroundings; they were sitting in a cold, dark room. As they looked up, there was someone sitting in front of them: Lord Diavolo. For a second, Blue thought that they were dead, but the demon greeted them with a warm smile and explained everything with Lucifer’s help. Blue wasn’t in their known world anymore. They were in the Devildom.

Personality

Blue has been a quiet person all their life; an introvert who’s always struggled to deal with their feelings. Blue is a person who feels everything way too intensely; they try not to hold grudges but sometimes they can’t help it. They try to help people whenever and however they can; sometimes they tend to give more than what they can actually offer, ending with feelings of burnout.

Even though they dislike big crowds, they do enjoy being around people. The sound of distant chatter is calming to them. Once they arrive at the Devildom, that shyness that’s always been inside them starts to shift slowly, as the demons have helped the human gain some confidence. Once they’re comfortable around you, they’re talkative and passionate. They enjoy going out, mostly to coffee shops, parks, restaurants, relatively quiet places (even though their social battery seems to run out pretty quickly).

As stated before, Blue often struggles with their feelings. They try to bottle them up as much as possible, all that anger and sadness; which ends up in them isolating themself from the world. They could spend days without leaving their room without even realizing it. After many therapy sessions, they’re still trying to be open about how they feel. The human tries to blend in with the crowd, they don’t like drawing attention towards them; however, if you really anger them, they will not hold back on you, causing a scene. And when they fall for someone, they fall hard; which ends up with them often shutting their love interest away, out of fear of being too intense and scaring them. They try to not get in trouble, which they often fail at, as their demon friends always find a way to drag them into their messes.

Relationships

Chibi Blue made with a picrew by koiponi. Chart by diavoloshugs on Twitter, with a few modifications made by me.

Lucifer. When Blue first arrived at the Devildom, they were terrified of Lucifer. He left a strong first impression and remained pretty distant the first few weeks the human lived there. However, as Blue started getting accustomed to their new life, the both of them got comfortable around each other.

They are pretty good friends, the human is always willing to give him a hand whenever he needs it and reminds him to take breaks. They rarely hang out as Lucifer is usually busy, but they know they can count on each other; there’s mutual respect between them and the human enjoys teasing him for being soft around them.

However, as Blue is friends with both Satan and Belphie the avatar of pride tries to be careful whenever he notices a shift in the human’s attitude, fearing the three of them may be up to something, as the human is often dragged to their anti-Lucifer shenanigans.

Mammon. When the both of them are together, it’s like they share a single brain cell. No thoughts are ever thought. Mammon was Blue’s first friend, even though the demon insisted on the human being a chore, he eventually got over that and became friends with them. They grew close pretty fast, as he was the only one who talked to them these first few weeks.

Mammon has been an important part of Blue’s development as a person, often pushing them to be overall more outgoing, pushing them out of their introvert bubble. They love spending time together doing whatever, often ending with Blue pulling the both of them out of problems and weird situations.

They both like each other, it’s painfully obvious, especially coming from the demon; but he’s extremely stubborn, often denying his feelings when confronted by his brothers. Blue, too, tries to deny their feelings, mostly to themself at first, which Mammon doesn’t help with his stubbornness. The avatar of greed tries to keep the human away from the rest of his brothers, which starts failing when Blue and Belphegor start growing closer.

Leviathan. Blue and Leviathan are good friends; at first Blue wasn’t really fond of him because of his gatekeepy attitude, but now he often introduces them to new anime and videogames. Blue is a good listener, so whenever Levi starts rambling about his interests they just sit and listen to him, which is always interesting as he’s so passionate about the stuff he likes.

They don’t hang out that often but when they do they always have a good time, even though it can sometimes get overwhelming for the human, especially when they game together. As we know, he’s the avatar of envy so he can get really petty, which ends up stressing Blue out.

Satan. Their relationship was kinda rocky at the beginning; Blue had heard a lot of different things about Satan on their first days in the Devildom. Lots of positive things, but also a lot of people calling him a hypocrite, assuring that his kindness is all fake. This made Blue nervous, as they didn’t know what to expect of him. When they started talking the human tried to be cautious, kindly rejecting his proposals to do stuff together.

However, when they ended up spending more time together because of him switching bodies with Lucifer, they realized they have a lot in common and Satan realized how much Blue had helped him to sort out his feelings of rage.

They quickly became friends after that; Blue often visits the demon’s room to just lie next to him and read something together or just talk about whatever is going through their minds. Aside from Mammon, Satan is the one who’s closest to Blue, with the human confidently calling him their best friend.

Both members of the Anti-Lucifer League, even though the human had no choice on that. Blue constantly tries to convince both Satan and Belphie to not execute pranks on Lucifer, but most of the time they fail on doing so. The human even helps them, from time to time, because they like to see both brothers getting along.

Asmodeus. At first, Blue tried to avoid Asmodeus as much as possible; they found his energy to be overwhelming. However, as Blue spends more time in the Devildom and starts being a bit more outgoing, they start enjoying Asmo’s presence.

They enjoy spending time together, gossiping while treating themselves; doing their nails, their makeup, shopping (which Mammon would usually try to tag along to). Asmodeus has tried, on multiple occasions, to charm the human, which hasn’t worked yet.

Asmo has recently discovered how much they like dressing Blue up; the human doesn’t have a specific style, they just wear whatever feels good and don’t know much about fashion, so they sometimes let Asmo choose outfits for them.

Beelzebub. Beelzebub and Blue are friendly; they enjoy going out to eat together, constantly exploring new restaurants. The human also enjoys attending Beelzebub's sports games to support him, even though they don’t know much about sports. Blue always feels safe around Beel, and they know they can count on each other.

However, after Belphegor’s incident, the two grew apart, as Beel felt conflicted by his twin’s actions and Blue’s feelings. The weeks after the Belphie incident happened Blue and Beelzebub barely talked, as Beel wanted to spend time with his twin and Blue didn’t want to interact with his brother.

After the human came back and made up with Belphegor, they’ve been slowly talking again, going out from time to time, the three of them together.

Belphegor. Blue and Belphegor’s relationship is a complicated one. After Blue saw themself die in Mammon’s arms because of Belphegor’s actions, Blue didn’t want to be near him, even though the situation was cleared up by Diavolo and the brothers. The human still didn’t feel comfortable being around Belphie, which was understandable. The demon tried getting closer to them, which Blue allowed to a certain extent to not make him and his brothers feel bad, but they constantly refused his invitations to do things together, keeping their guards up.

Going back to the human world definitely helped Blue sort their feelings out. After some time alone (and several therapy sessions), Blue was able to sort out their feelings and process their trauma. And when they stumbled back into the Devildom thanks to Solomon, they had a talk with Belphie about the whole situation and how they felt about it.

Blue decided to give him a chance, still keeping their distance for a while, until they started loosening up and getting comfortable around him. The demon worked hard to fix his damage, trying to get closer to them without overstepping, he wanted them to know they are safe around him.

Eventually, they became close friends; they enjoy taking naps together and hanging out around the planetarium, looking at the stars. As time has passed, Belphegor has developed feelings for the human and vice versa; the both of them conflicted, feeling a certain guilt about it. Blue feels guilty for having romantic feelings for someone who has inflicted so much pain on them and Belphegor feels guilty for falling for a human who he has hurt.

Diavolo. They aren’t close but they’re friendly towards the other; even though Blue is slightly intimidated by the power the demon prince holds, they appreciate how much he cares about their wellbeing. Even though his schedule is often very busy, Diavolo loves inviting them over to have tea with him and Barbatos whenever he has the time to spare.

Barbatos. Blue absolutely adores Barbatos. Even though he’s hard to read, as he often keeps the same facial expression, they know he enjoys spending time with them. Blue enjoys baking, so they often end up invited to the devil lord’s castle to bake with both Barbatos and Luke.

The human enjoys the butler’s company as he’s a very calm demon, especially compared to the brothers they’re used to hanging out with. Blue ends up visiting the castle whenever they need a break from all the chaos. They like to sit quietly in the garden, drinking some tea, listening to music and chatting about whatever comes to mind.

Blue also likes to help him with his duties whenever they have some free time, even though the butler insists that he doesn’t need any help, Blue can sometimes tell how tired he is and wants to relieve some of his stress by helping. The human has a crush on him and finds themself often getting flustered by his presence, but they don’t really expect him to return their feelings.

Simeon. Blue once heard Simeon tell Luke to be careful with Satan, feeding on the rumors of "he isn't as nice as he claims to be," which rubbed them the wrong way and gave off a bad impression of him, since Satan and Blue are friends. However, Blue themself has never had a bad experience with Simeon so they try to be friendly towards him. Simeon is more of an acquaintance to the human, they often chat whenever they share a class in RAD.

Luke. Blue and Luke get along pretty well. Blue is an only child and they always wanted a sibling, so they see Luke as a little brother. Even though they don’t spend a lot of time together (as Blue is usually busy), they always have fun when they find time for each other. They spend the most time together when they bake, usually in Diavolo’s castle with Barbatos' guidance.

Solomon. Solomon and Blue don’t interact much during the first season; they mostly see each other at RAD. It’s not until the exchange students are sent back home when they start growing closer, as Solomon visits Blue constantly to check on them, ending up in cooking lessons for the sorcerer and the two of them just hanging out. He would spend any free time around Blue and they quickly got comfortable around each other.

Once they’re back in the Devildom they don��t spend as much time together since the brothers are usually all over Blue, but they always have a good time whenever they are together, they’re good friends.

Solomon has a crush on them; however, since Blue is always hanging around the brothers, he doesn’t know how to proceed with his feelings.

Random facts

They’re left-handed.

Loves dogs but is definitely a cat person.

Always wears a gold pendant necklace, with a little B engraved on it. It was a gift from their mother, from when they turned 18.

Doesn’t miss much from the human world, but what they do definitely miss is watching the sunset every day.

Loves movies, their favorite genre is horror. Enjoys both terrible and “good” movies.

Likes being around children but doesn't see themself being a parent.

Needs reading glasses. Constantly forgets to actually wear them.

Taylor Swift fan first, human being second.

Favorite food are chilaquiles rojos.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc #obey me oc #mc blue #kai writes #finally i finished this lmao been working on it for way too long. got lazy when thinking about blue's relationships w the cast #there's just. so many characters #also long ass post sorry

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monster [ professor!lupin x hufflepuff!reader]

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y/n l/n, a spectacularly odd, and scared witch, with gifted abilities, is now orphaned upon the murder of her Mother and Father, and has come to live with her Godfather, Rubeus Hagrid. Despite her lack of knowledge, and never being properly trained, Dumbledore feels as though she has a right to be taught, just the same as anyone else/

pairing : professor! lupin x hufflepuff!reader

warnings: age gap, trauma, Orphaned Reader, female pronouns, insinuation of death and violence, student/teacher relationship.

- Reader is written as 18 in the timeline, and isn’t underage, there for there’s no reason to get dramatic about the pairing. There is also no insinuation of s*xual relations (only romantic) as I myself am asexual, and that would be taking this type of pairing a bit too far. Secondly, timeline is a little confusing, the reader is infact taking year 3 classes, and you will find out why as you read forward. Anyway, if you don’t enjoy, the content, simply ignore it.

( And if you would like a second part, request. request. request.)

The sky begins to darken above as you and Hagrid walked back to the castle grounds from Hogsmeade Village. The air cooling around you, with a whisk of the autumn wind. Your Godfather, leading you through the castle grounds, and around the lake, to where your new home would be. It’s painfully quiet, as the students wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, not something that neither of you particularly enjoy. The sound of silence.

“ Yer new home is right around ere” He points as you approach to a painfully small hut. It’s made of old stone, it looks warned down, almost ancient, as if it was going to fall apart. You’re surprised at the sight, it looking from the outside to be too small for a man of your Godfathers size. Though this was Hogwarts, anything was seemingly possible. “It’s lovely.” You halfly lie, only thankful to have a home to call your own, after everything that’s happened, you still had somewhere to go, only some dream to have just as much, if not less than that.

It had been years since you had been on these grounds and seen your Godfather. Years since you were meant to go to Hogwarts, and fulfill your magical destiny, but everything had been ruined. Your family gone, your childhood taken away, along with most of your happiest memories.

He opens the wooden door, revealing a cozy home within. You know you had been here before, long ago, but the memory was gone, any recollection of it belongs to the overwhelming sadness deep within you, the memories of what happened to your parents holding a tight grip around your heart. You stood still within the doorway as Hagrid, walked inside. He turned back around, halting the haunting thoughts.

“ Are yeh comin’ in? Yer lettin’ in a draft!” And with that, your new life began.

“ So I’m going to be the first there?” You questioned, gathering all you needed, to stay at the dorms. Despite having Hagrid’s to live at, he and Dumbledore suggested it would be useful to stay within a dorm, to gather the real experience of Hogwarts. But you thought it to be a way around telling anybody you were in fact Hagrid’s God Daughter, perhaps they didn’t want anybody thinking oddly of you.

“ Yeh, but it won’t be long before there ere” You sighed, walking among the front doors.

Only time could tell when they would be here, and when you would have to be sorted. Flashbacks to your Father and Mother crossed your mind, the two of them being an odd pair of lovers at that, considering the houses they had been sorted into.

Your Mother was a cunning Slytherin, filled with power and a strive for greatness, though despite her temperament, she was the nicest woman some had ever met, she was unnaturally kind for such a reputation, but only to those whom she really could trust, one of the people being your Father. Your Father was just as filled with power as she, only he was more selfless, more brave. A Gryffindor in his truest right. Despite their differences, and the wedge between them of Pureblood and Muggleborn magic, they seemed to defy all odds when together. Truly a mystery.

The great hall was huge, candles floating amongst the numerous house tables, all filled with empty cutlery and plates. Your Father had spoken of this moment numerous of times, what it would look like, how it would happen. But now that you were here, the spark of what once was hope and magic was washed out, dimming the more you thought of it. You couldn’t picture your Father’s smile anymore when thinking of him talking with so much joy, only flashes of horrendous memories, that of a wooded forest, and blood, lots of blood, pooling around your feet.

You felt a firm hand on your back, causing you to jump to turn around, greeted with the familiar face of Dumbledore, whom had been the person to bring you here, from your parents home. You smiled, warmly at the wise and kind man in front of you, “Excited?” He asked, as the other Professors walked along the middle, going to grab their respective seats before the sorting ceremony and feast. “ Excited, but more nervous if anything Headmaster. “ You chew on the inside of your cheek. You would probably be the only Seventh year to be sorted, the only Seventh year to not be in any of the same classes as the rest of your year. It was all so humiliating, and yet you still had some hope, an ounce of faith and true gratitude that you were even aloud among the school.

“ Nothing to be scared of dear y/n. This is the right place for you.” You couldn’t help to hold your trust within his voice, as you watched him give you another warm smile, before heading to the front table, joining the rest of the staff.

You stood at the back of the room, awaiting for the first years to arrive last. Not wanting to walk with them, too scared you’d be judged and ridiculed for being the oldest to be sorted. Your parents had bravery, so much of it to spare, and yet you didn’t feel an ounce of bravery, perhaps ever. You weren’t brave now, and you weren’t brave when they had been killed. Perhaps the sorting hat wouldn’t know what to do with you and they would have to throw you out, you thought. You weren’t brave or cunning like your Mother and Father, nor smart like a Ravenclaw. Perhaps a Hufflepuff, but you weren’t overjoyed with happiness, always smiling at everybody either. You felt like you were nothing. The girl who had to sit there, and watch the two people she loved the most die, and just let them, out of fear. Why had you been accepted into Hogwarts if you were simply;

nothing.

As everybody settled in to The Great Hall, Dumbledore stood above everyone within the room. Describing how the Sorting Hat would work, and that when You had been sorted, to go to your assigned table.

“ Now!” He spoke loudly, “ Before we begin with the first years. We have a certain Seventh Year who needs sorting! y/n y/l/n?!” He called out for you, eyes across the hall, looking for whom he must be talking to. He called again and before you could process it fully, you began walking up to the front, and through the crowd of new students.

You sat down with hesitation within the chair, eyes closed as you did so, too scared to look into the eyes of your peers. The hat was lowered upon your head gently. It began to speak to you, as if it had been a person, knowing every little detail within your head.

“ Interesting, very interesting. You’re a bit confusing aye? Your Mother was a Slytherin, correct? Your Father though.,,.he was a Gryffindor? What an odd pairing.. hmmm... But you... you don’t have these qualities- you’re different. A bit odd, not quite academic, but knowledge lies within your heart. There’s something strong about you- You’re loyal, patient, un-judgemental- you seek no power, only a sense of justice, and of love.. Yes I see it now... HUFFLEPUFF!!!”

In that moment you couldn’t help but wear a small smile, and open your eyes, watching as the Hufflepuff table greated you with graceful, happy cheers.

After the sorting, and after everyone had sat within their respective seats, Dumbledore rose once again to the front, before the feast was to begin.

“Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin....who's kindly consented to fill the post... of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor.”

A Professor stood to his feet humbly, barely standing straight, almost being overwhelmed with the clapping the was brought by the mentioning of him. You couldn’t help but to notice, the long scars amongst his face, some of them quite fresh, some scarred so deep, that they would never leave. You couldn’t help but think to yourself whom had hurt him, or specifically what. If he knew anything about The Dark Arts, he must have encountered dangerous things quite often.

He softly bowed, his hands clasped together, before sitting back down within his seat. Your eyes rarely left where he had sat, still pondering within thought.

( I hope you enjoyed this first part of this fic! If there’s anything specific you want to see, or perhaps any ideas for this, I’m always open to criticism and creative help! Also request anything you would like within my inbox, I adore requests.)

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader #remus john lupin #remus lupin #professor lupin #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #hogwarts #moony x reader

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swanlake1998 · 3 years

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Article: Ashton Edwards Talks Gender, Pointe Training, and Ballet’s Future

Date: February 1, 2021

By: Charlotte Barnett

Ballet has always had a complicated relationship with gender. In the classical roles we watch on stage, men play princes and heartbreakers who leap high in the air and take up entire stages with large, masculine steps. Women play tragic characters: swans who die, village girls who go mad from heartbreak caused by said heartbreaking princes. Their steps are light, quick, and on their toes in satin shoes. And, though created hundreds of years ago, these templates of traditionally gendered classical roles still inform how young dancers are trained. Boys are taught to jump, turn, and lift girls above their heads. Girls are taught more spritely, elegant steps, and around the age of 12 or 13, they go on pointe.

Classical ballet is notoriously slow to greet modernity, but with Gen Z now reaching professional age, ballet companies and schools may soon be forced to reckon with the demands of this unapologetically diverse generation.

Ashton Edwards is one such young dancer challenging the rigid gender norms of the art form. In their second year as a Professional Division student at the Pacific Northwest Ballet, Edwards, who uses she/he/they pronouns, is training in both pointe and in men’s classes, with hopes for a completely gender fluid career in their future.

Observer: Tell me about how you got your start in ballet.

Ashton Edwards: I started when I was four years old back in Flint, Michigan, where I’m from. We had field trips through my school, it was called Super Saturdays where local public schools would get to try all the different arts – instruments, acting and dancing – and if you had some talent, you would get a scholarship. So I went to the school of performing arts starting at age four, started doing strictly ballet when I was 6, and then I got very serious about it at 14 when I went to my first summer intensive. I went to PNB’s summer intensive in 2019, then I became a PD when I was 16 for the following year.

Observer: Had you done any pointe before you got to PNB?

Ashton Edwards: I just started a few months ago, actually. I borrowed some shoes from my friends. A few friends my age had fallen out of love with dance and had all these old pointe shoes laying around, so they gave them to me. Then over the summer and through quarantine, I was just trying different things with them, learning steps from all my favorite ballets. And then I reevaluated my life – what I wanted to be, who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do with my career. I couldn’t find a reason why I couldn’t dance all the roles I wanted to dance. Male and female.

Observer: Wow, from what I’ve seen it looks like you’ve been wearing pointe shoes for years – how many months exactly has it been?

Ashton Edwards: I remember, because I was taking a lot of photos at the time. It’s been since March 20th of last year.

Observer: That’s incredible. How did it feel putting on that first pair, what was the adjustment period like?

Ashton Edwards: When I started actually dancing with them, it became more natural. But at first, putting them on and just standing on toe, I would always just say it doesn’t feel like ballet, it felt like a circus act. Like I was on stilts.

Starting out, I connected with a lot of different dancers – so I got to know a lot of PNB company members. Just talking to them and my friends about pointe work was really helpful and I got a lot of insight on the technique and training that I needed. I studied a lot, working every day, sometimes twice a day, just to make it feel more natural and to catch up to a professional level.

I should add that I trained with women at my old studio, up until I was 16. I had mostly female teachers who really honed in on my basic technique. Everything technical that they taught me balanced my training overall, so the transition to pointework wasn’t so drastic.

Observer: How did you initiate that conversation, to officially join pointe classes at PNB?

Ashton Edwards: Luckily PNB’s Artistic Director, Peter Boal, and PNB School’s Administrative Director, Denise Bolstad, are really accessible to the students. I shot them an email about how I was interested and that I wanted to see what was possible. And from there the conversation started. They started me in a Level 8 class to see how I would do, but now I’m going into a more hybrid schedule where every other day is a PD men’s day and then a PD women’s day. Quote-unquote “women” and “men”.

Observer: You must be totally exhausted, sounds like double the work.

Ashton Edwards: With our schedule, since we’re not performing and rehearsing with the company… well, actually I am so exhausted, ha. We now have three classes a day – normally it’d be two, a technique class and a men’s class or, for women, pointe class or variations. Now we have a third class, so a second technique, variations, choreography, or modern class. It’s the same amount of work, just different every day. So the men have a couple of men’s classes a week and the women have a couple of pointe classes a week. I’m just getting more of both.

Observer: So you started with your friend’s pointe shoes, have you bought your own shoes since then? I’m sure you must be going through a pair a week at least.

Ashton Edwards: Oh yeah. I had my first fitting in August when I started training officially. Since then, I’ve gone through quite a few. I’ve yet to find my perfect pair – I don’t think I will until I join a company and can customize them. I’ve come pretty close though. It’s been interesting, mostly with the width of the shoe. I also have unique feet – they’re really flat when they’re on the ground but when I go on point they shrink an entire size from a 7 to a 6. So it’s been interesting to find a shoe that isn’t too baggy or too tight.

Observer: How are you taking care of your feet these days after your pointe classes?

Ashton Edwards: I ice every day. Then an Epsom salt bath, a hot shower, a heating pad, then I’ll stretch and roll out and do some foot massages. It’s not just the pointe work, it’s also the men’s jumps and pirouettes and everything – I have to try and maintain my body as much as I can.

Observer: Have you felt that your pointe training has affected other areas of your dancing?

Ashton Edwards: I feel a lot stronger in every sense, actually. In general, my fifth position and my turnout feels stronger. I feel a lot more technical and more mindful in my dancing, it’s made me a lot more aware of everything. I would recommend everyone to try pointe and for women to try men’s training. It’s made me a more well-rounded dancer.

Observer: Looking to the future, I know you’re in the midst of that stressful crunch time of company auditions, how do you see pointework incorporating itself into your career?

Ashton Edwards: I hope this will become more of a normal thing. Right now, auditions are the trickiest part, because normally women do the women’s steps and then the guys come onto the floor to do the guys’ steps. It’s a conversation, a dialogue I need to have with each director that comes in to audition us. And as for what I would want my career to look like, I want to do everything – male and female roles. It’s different for everyone, I know some born-male dancers who only want to do female roles. It should be up to everyone what they want to do, but I know that I want to do everything. That’s become a big priority in my career. I would be open to only doing male roles but it’s just not what I really want.

Observer: It sounds like it would be such an asset to a director to have someone who can be thrown into any role, regardless of gender.

Ashton Edwards: I think it also adds to choreography and opportunities for new ballets. I think it could really bring ballet to our time – what people are and what our generation is becoming.

Observer: Do you feel a shift happening in ballet towards more gender-fluid casting?

Ashton Edwards: It’s not happening quickly. Not nearly as fast as I would like or as fast as our world is changing. But I think minds are opening. I’m really proud to be a gay man and I see members of the queer community opening their own companies and making their own opportunities, but in your traditional classical company you still don’t really see it happening. But I’m feeling hopeful for the future.

#article #ballet #ashton edwards

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Full Name: Eve(lyn) Delores Littlejohn Nicknames: Evie, Little Evie (by people on her maternal side) Didi, Dolly Place of birth: Brooklyn Heights Current location: Jericho, Long Island Sexual/romantic orientation: Biromantic Bisexual Preferred pronouns: She/Her Gender: Cis Woman Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, some Latin and French One personality trait they’re proud of having: Her sense of privacy Defining gestures: Hand goes to her face when in deep thought, hand goes to her chest a lot Speaking style: Overall in public she speaks somewhat slow, with heavy thoughtful consideration to the words she will be uses. Pauses come. She enunciates her words carefully, too. Insecurities: Struggles with weight gain. Eating quickly in public. Laughing too hard in public. Positive traits: Empathetic, loving, protective, knowledgeable about art/theatre/ballet Negative traits: Overly reserved, represses her emotions, overly sensitive Other people’s opinions of them: When it comes to good interpretations, Eve is deemed elegant and wonderful (in the most shallow sense) for the way she dresses, the way she speaks, and the way she presents herself. When it comes to bad interpretations, people feel that Eve doesn’t actually care about anyone. She’s uppity. She thinks she’s all that because she married a white man. She only dates white men. 😂 Three words to describe them: Graceful, Distant, but incredibly Compassionate One major turning point in their life: Witnessing a murder for the first time at 11 years old. If they could time travel, when would they go?: 1920 New York, for the Harlem Renaissance. She would like to meet women such as Augusta Savage. Ideal romantic partner: Generally, people who have an ‘edge’ to them whether that be in their appearance or lifestyle choices. People who can make her laugh. She’s also really drawn to charisma and people who talk more than her. Favorite way to waste time: Shopping. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? She would faintly sketch out a woman in some sort of stunning dress. View on home and family? Very, very important. Any secret stashes? She reads too much erotica and it’s hidden in her bedroom because of minors in her household. How do they express themselves? Dancing. What did they want to be when they grew up? She really didn’t have work aspirations as a child. For a brief time she thought it would be nice to draw and ‘make things,’ or be a teacher (not realizing she disliked most of her classmates and would be teaching kids similar to them) but really little Eve thought it would be nice to be a princess or queen for life. What do you like most about them? I enjoy her background in ballet because my grandmother was a ballerina and by 2021 standards, she and Eve would be the same age. So, I feel like I’m exploring my grandmother’s history through Eve’s experience in dancing. One or more plots you’re dying to have: (Criminal) GTA V Eve working with the FIB or, criminal Eve working with the FBI by non-GTA standards. Criminal Eve getting amnesia and being in someone’s care?

#about.

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iruma-san-is-my-waifu · 3 years

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Hello! I'm Leo, and I'm new here to Tumblr! However, my girlfriend who often posts on here, @dangan-millie-madness, showed me around on her phone, so I have a steady understanding of how this site works! But enough talking about that, lets talk about my new blog!

About Me

As stated before, my name is Leo! I'm a 21 year old college student, a trans mtf girl, and someone who likes to draw every once in a while! I'm @dangan-millie-madness's girlfriend (we started dating a few days ago 😊), and I'm a proud dog mother (I have two German Shepherds, Mieko and Millie). As mentioned before, I'm transgender from Male to Female, and I'm actually gonna get my top surgery in 3 weeks from now, which is really exciting! I've been trans for quite a while, technically since I was around 4. Whenever my mom and dad would take me out, I would instantly want dresses and dolls and all sorts of girly things, and I continued wanting these things throughout my childhood. I refused to let my parents cut my hair since it was "Super cute", and my parents just eventually accepted that I was a girl at heart and let me do these things. When I was around the age of 10, I literally just said, "I think I'm a girl." One night at dinner. Honestly, my parents didn't seem too surprised to hear this, and within a week, my friends, family, and teachers were using female pronouns for me. To add onto this, I've always sounded very girly, so it wasn't hard to try and picture my voice as female either. I'm pretty glad that I had and still have people in my life that are supportive because my childhood could've gone awfully if my parents and friends weren't so, "Eh, yeah, you're a girl, we can tell, we respect that, what's up girly." I'm a really chill and nice person, I kin Amami from Danganronpa, and you all know how chill he is. I think that that's all I need for my introduction!

What is this Tumblr Blog gonna be about?

This is going to be a mainly Danganronpa and Art based blog, with the main theme being Danganronpa. Danganronpa wise, I plan on posting these types of things:

~ Fanart

~ Fancomics

~ Ask/tell Amami, Kiibo, Momota, and Akamatsu

~ Fanfiction

~ Character Icons

~ My OCs

Art wise, I plan to post these types of things:

~ My OCs art

~ Fanart

~ Fancomics

~ OC Comics

~ Self drawn memes

~ Art bases

Other points of contact?

Yes, I have a couple more points of contact!

~ My and my friends Danganronpa GC (anyone is welcome to join if they like Danganronpa): https://ouma-s-panta-shop.mn.co

~ Email: [email protected]

Thank you for reading through! I'd appreciate and likes and follows right off the bat, but it sure isn't necessary.

#New #Introduction #Danganronpa #Art

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hopeswriting · 3 years

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Modern AU (Adult!)Arcobaleno on socials media though. While Flames and mafia are definitely still a thing.

Now I’m by no means well acquainted to all the different popular socials media, but here’s my humble take:

Reborn on Instagram.

He only has pictures of Leon first and foremost, with him in the background in one of his ridiculous but very well-made cosplay. Leon of course also wears the same cosplay as him.

He never shows his full face in any of the pictures, but just enough his followers know he’s handsome as fuck.

The artists/photoshoppers among them regularly put the pieces together to see how he could look like, but in a funny-and-obviously-purposefully-wrong way only.

Reborn loves them and saves them all.

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Once in a blue moon he does post a picture of himself where you can see him clearly all dressed up and fancy, and then immediately deletes it.

But only after he’s sure it has been seen, so he can watch his followers lose their shit while drinking a nice espresso.

They try hard, but so far none of them managed to save any of the pictures before he deletes them.

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Often there’s what suspiciously looks like blood stains on their clothes and straight up dead bodies lying in the background, but Reborn went so passive-aggressive with the few who dared to ask, everyone is too afraid to ask now.

Anyone who badmouths Leon in any way is instantly blocked. But only after Reborn ripped them a new one AND let his followers do it too.

Skull on Twitter and Snapchat.

He tweets the most random, out of nowhere, highly worrying things, that always sent his followers in a frenzy trying to figure out why the fuck he would think of any of this in the first place??

“aren’t you ever tried of your solid, rigid, restrictive bones? don’t you want to just be Luffy from One Piece, a rubber being that can shape themself in whatever way they wish?”

or:

“nobody ever tells you this, but the stress of picking apart melted leather from your burnt skin before it heals is VERY worth the adrenaline of making fire your BITCH”

or:

“is it REALLY illegal if you break in and eat the food but leave money behind??”

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That’s just his Twitter only followers though.

The ones on Snapchat have the privilege to watch him stumble head first step by step to his tweets, and are actually very involved and active spectators that keep him out of jail, or killing himself, or killing someone else.

Skull, recording a video, halfway stuck in between two buildings: What’s up guys, there're these guys following me and trying to kill me, quick tell me what bones to break so I can fit in there.

see also:

A picture of Skull crouched in front of a body, posing, that says: don’t worry guys we’re just faking, but hypothetically, if you were to hide a body as quick as possible from here without being seen, what would you do? #hypotheticallyseriousanswersonly #hypotheticallythecopsaremaybeontheirway #quickanswersappreciated

Verde on Facebook.

He creates a public group with only him as member that’s basically his scientific diary.

It’s not really to invite intellectual challenging debates (though he’d be all for it if someone smart enough showed up), but he figures it’s in his best interest to make the world a less dumb place if he can.

It finds his public, though there’s only a few comments because god forbid you say something dumb or inaccurate and Verde fucking annihilates you in the comment section.

But like, in a teacher way. Like he’s genuinely trying to make you know better but he’s just ruthless at it lmao.

Verde uses a fake name and a fake everything so there’s quickly a running joke along the lines of “Imagine if it’s really the genius scientist Verde running the group and you just outed yourself as a flat earther lol”.

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But what gets the group really popular is the in depth flames theory involving weather of all things they have to assume he came up with it all on his own because they can’t figure out to save their lives what the hell he’s talking about?

And it makes them question their sanity sometimes because Verde talks about it like it’s the most obvious thing and in the context of just about every basic aspects of life.

Cue the conspirators and their hot new take of “the aliens were among us all along and hid themselves as the WEATHER!!!” that instantly turns into the new popular meme.

That, and the transcripts posts of Verde trying his theories that nine out of ten apparently involves very unwilling participants whose life are threatened and sometimes they straight up DIE???

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They think both of these is just him fucking with them and it’s all fictional. They want to think it is anyway.

They’re not so sure, but everyone is too afraid to ask.

Colonnello on Snapchat.

70% of his content is about Lal because this man is so in love and it’s like he’s a guest on his own account lol.

There’s the “Pining Hard” content where it’s just him trying to seduce Lal, to romance her and asking her out, and Lal brushing all of it off more often than not.

His followers are very invested in this “old bickering married couple type of best friends in oblivious mutual pining” real live action slow burn fic, and cheers him hard whenever Lal reciprocates the tiniest bit.

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They don’t know the two are already together.

They think Lal brushing him off or flirting back but in an unmistakably joking/”platonic” way is just her being oblivious and not taking Colonnello seriously.

When she would just rather flirt back off camera because it’s her private life thank you very much.

Colonnello never tells them because he assumes they all know and just choose to be in on the joke.

Lal finds it hilarious whenever she goes through his Snapchat (with his permission of course) to find numerous messages of encouragement, so she never says either.

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But one day she kind of just steals a kiss from him while he’s recording because she wanted to, and his followers lose their shit.

Lal laughs herself to tears and laughs for days.

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The other Lal’s related content is the “Lal’s loving hours”, where he just takes pictures of her/records her doing random shit---whether it's her making a disaster out of the kitchen, or wearing three pairs of socks because her feet are cold, or beating the shit out of someone---and him doing heart eyes at the camera.

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Otherwise it’s just him living his life and letting them in on what happens.

There’s a lot of pictures because he’s handsome and he knows it and he likes the compliments aqsdfghj.

Or videos of him going on and on about how energy drinks are really the best drink ever while doing grocery.

Or ranting videos about how bullets wounds are such a pain to deal with and showing himself patching himself up to show how it’s done (thanks??!!??).

Or him watching series and roasting the characters for their dumb decisions.

Or him commenting in real time an assassination attempt on him in the middle of the night in his own fucking home because the fucker sure is ballsy (????!!!!!!???).

It’s very popular too because of how relatable it is.

Well, most of the time anyway.

Viper on Youtube.

They have a DIY type of channel, mostly about fashion---what they think about the new products/clothes they bought from their favorite brand, their thoughts on the new fashion trend, their makeup/skin care routine and favorite outfits for various circumstances, or they’re often on live while going shopping.

(I just really like Fashionista!Viper okay.)

They play videos games too, thinking they’re being very good while being very average to not say they straight up suck asdfghj.

Occasionally do reaction videos too.

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Like Reborn they hardly ever show their face. Actually they don’t show it at all lol. They wear masks to do their videos because a hood is not very reliable.

How do they do their makeup videos then you ask?

They use "volunteer" as models of course.

And by volunteers I mean the Varia qsdftgyhjkl.

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They also have another very peculiar brand of videos that is the most popular one on their channel. The titles of these videos include but are not limited to:

“A Due Payment Of Yours Is Late? How To Hunt Them For Sport”

“A Little Bitch Doesn’t Respect Your Pronouns/Chosen Name? Step By Step On How To Make Them Shut The Fuck Up Forever”

“How To Efficiently Remove Blood And Various Others Human Residue From Your Clothes”

“Faking Your Death And Taking On A New Identity: Step By Step Tutorial”

“How To Take Over Your Friends Brains And Watch Them Prank Themselves ft. The Varia”

Fon on Tumblr.

His blog becomes known as a shitpost blog or a blog run by a bot when really, everything he posts is about actual, very real events that happened in his life.

Except he vague posts every time because he really wants to keep his anonymity.

He posts about the hardships of learning more and more martial arts and staying at the top of the art, and sounds like some dangerous psychopath.

“The body is such a fragile thing, isn’t it? It tends to break quite easily unfortunately. You’d think I’d know that by then, but I really need to remember it more often so I can keep enjoying myself.”

He’s talking about how he always pushes himself too much in training and ends up injuring himself.

“Everyday I dispose of them and reasserts my superiority, and everyday they come back and it’s really hard to not hurt them beyond repair.”

He’s talking about how he’s often challenged by other martial artists who don’t like him being the best and how he always has to beat them up bloody for them to give up.

He also posts about his family's live except it’s the Hibari’s family live, and he doesn’t sound more sane of mind at all.

“I made the mistake of taking Kyo with me on my grocery trip and picked on his tell-tale signs of going through a bad day too late.

But fortunately the shop is still standing and no one was heavily injured.”

or:

“It’s so heartwarming to see Kyo make friends. The brown haired kid didn’t put much of a fight but the one with the pineapple haircut has potential.

He almost managed to stab him that one time, and I can’t wait to tease Kyo about it. He’s very cute when annoyed and embarrassed.”

or:

“Often I look back to the day Kyo got his tonfa and I am always infinitely grateful for this not-so-easy-to-kill-with weapon.

I would like for him to at least finish high school first.”

Yeah it’s very often about Kyoya lmao. And no one knows for sure what in the world a “Kyo” is supposed to be???

An actual human being is NOT the most popular theory qsdfghn.

Lal on TikTok.

I guess?? I’m kind of running out of ideas lol, and I know very little about TikTok.

But I’m thinking she makes a series of videos where she looks straight into the camera like she’s on The Office while some bullshit or the other happens in the background.

And it’s not even always her friends or coworkers or Colonnello (yeah he has a category of his own lmao).

As far as she is concerned everyone who chooses to be a fucking dumbass in her vicinity is asking for it aqsdfghj.

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Also has a “Doing paperwork” series, and the later at night she’s doing it, the more she’s absolutely fucking done with people not being able to do their job properly without collateral damage.

She dryly reads out loud the highlights of the reports and goes straight for their lives lol.

But as funny as it is, everyone is more interested in the very questionable out of context content of these reports???

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Also does workout videos, as in she demonstrates how to do this one or other exercise, and if these do particularly well it has nothing to do with how people want to look respectfully at her body, of course not.

ALSO has a “Colonnello’s Loving Hours” series because you better believe this woman is also so much in love.

She records him when he’s simply existing---whether he’s snuggling besides her while they’re watching TV, or dancing in the kitchen while cooking, or cleaning his guns---while looking at the camera with this tender, content expression on her face.

They become known as the Weather Lovers because boy, do these people like to go on about their favorite weather. Some shipping might even be involved??

It’s how their community introduces them to each other.

Cue even more chaos on their respective socials medias.

Viper’s video of their first meeting is the most popular one on their channel.

Yeah I know, I didn’t add the Sky Arco ladies, but I have no idea what they could do. Pinterest maybe? Or Vine? Dunno, they’re all yours guys lol.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr au #khr arcobaleno #khr socials media au #the mafia in general on socials media though #like you're undercover for some hit or the other #but isn't it fucking suspicious how alfredo and marco are always on the exact same location on the snapchat map??#or trying to keep your civilian loved ones in the dark #but they went through your mafia friends account and they talk about you in a very you're obviously not a civilian manner #or you're showing your boss a possible talented new recruit profile #and a message of his wife pops on screen that leaves no room to misunderstanting asdfghj #just the fact that it'd indeniably make their job so much harder #but no one would care bcause VALIDATION #anyway #mine

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socially-awkward-chocobo · 3 years

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This’ll be a bunch of Corrupt Hylia au stuff I either changed since mentioning it or forgot to say. Under the cut because I think it got a little long.

1. Been forgetting to mention this, but Ebony is genderfluid, and you can tell what gender they are atm by looking in their eyes (they don’t like shapeshifting too much of their body just to make it obvious if they’re a boy, girl, or nb). Red eyes for boy, blue eyes for girl, green eyes for neither. In aus where Ebony can’t shapeshift (due to being normal human) it’s replaced with bracelets that have the same color system.

2. Vaz is agender and using they/them pronouns now. However I keep forgetting this so I might accidentally use the wrong pronouns for them. Telling me when I make that mistake if I talk about them would be greatly appreciated <3

3. I kept thinking about the Valora Town thing and decided men are let in even without crossdressing, though Gerudo will sometimes play pranks on men who’ve never been there before and tell them they have to (if they’re friends with the guy). It’s a relatively harmless prank, I think. This is cause after posting that fact something about it kept rubbing me the wrong way, so I decided to change it.

4. I... might be changing Lyn’s skin tone? Idk, I just feel like Lyn and Ebony should have more similar skin tones since they’re twins and all. Lyn won’t be pale, I’m just changing how tanned she is since I don’t think the skin tone marker I chose was correct for a tan. Basically, I want them to actually look like they’re related, and I’m now aggravated because I just realized this makes so much of my art incorrect I’m already debating taking back this decision because of that alone. anYWAYS I’ll be debating this decision a bit more so if her skin tone looks different in the future that’s why.

5. I’m not sure if I want Revali and Lyn to be (friendly) rivals, maybe a bit of a mentor in the archery section (when he’s around) and part time mentor with the wind magic stuff. Archery because he saw Lyn practicing and went, “That’s atrocious, who’s been teaching you?” “Uhh... nobody? I’ve been trying to figure it out from... memories.” “...Well that explains why you’re doing it all wrong.” *starts fixing everything about her grip and stance and stuff* Also debating part time wind magic teacher because he and Vaz are rivals and I was thinking he might help from time to time. However, the way he meets Lyn is staying in. I love it too much to remove.

6. Violet doesn’t actually mind the experiments the science duo puts Lyn through. It’s the other three who get annoyed by it. And only when they blow up unexpectedly. (Vaz and Zael have learned to not assure Lyn that it won’t blow up when it’s in the super-experimental phase. It usually ends in it blowing up and the pettiness being worse because Lyn was assured it wouldn’t explode.)

7. I’m debating making the Link from 5,000 years ago a girl (or maybe nb). I don’t really know why, maybe it’s because of how his(?) design came out? Idk but this Link’s gender is gonna be up in the air for a bit (btw, what do y’all think about the nickname “Rebel” for that Link? So I don’t need to specify every time)

8. The previously mentioned Link has two sisters - Linkle and Aryll - that I just realized have no roles in the semi-vague backstory plot. Whoops. I want to find a way to fix that somehow.

9. Last thing, Ghirahim uses he/they pronouns and Fi uses she/they pronouns. (Also only semi-related bc Fi but I think I figured out why a battle occurred at Korok Forest/Lost Woods and I think it would also be a reasonable excuse to possibly bring in Fi? I say possibly bc I don’t want her to be alone for 5,000 years in old Hyrule after it’s sealed away - but if anyone wants to hear the idea they can ask!)

That’s all I can think of for now, though there might be other stuff I might not be remembering at the moment or in the future.

#Ebony Kokur #Vaz Hanito #Evelyn Kokur #Azalea Nayadru Hyrule #ch link #ch ghirahim #and mentions of #ch fi #Corrupt Hylia au #also I wonder if I should try to make a specific design for this au's fi #like I tried to do with ghirahim #speaking of him #I feel like i need to redesign him #his current design for the au doens't feel correct #but I don't know what else to try changing the redesign of his au design to

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bonesthebeloved · 4 years

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Complicated- creativitwins

Digging up old drafts baby here we goooo.

The father in this story doesn't have a name so you can imagine it as anyone you'd like/ as simply a stranger. Happy reading.

Trigger/ squick warning: father figures, complicated relationship with parental figures, mention of screaming, child services mention (in like...one sentence) mention of crying, mention of animal death (bunnies) mention of homophobia. <- if I missed any let me know.

Edit: I did not check spelling. We die like men

Pappa had always been with them.

When they were three and just formed their first memories they might remember in distant futures when all was quiet and nothing was holding them back from reminisent, they would remember about the time they’d gotten two big stuffed bears bigger than themselves When Papa had still been alone and Dad hadn’t been with them yet.

They would remember the soft fur in their little hands as they cuddled close to the things when it was naptime.

Pappa was always there for them

When Roman was five and he woke up from a nightmare where a squirrel was chasing him around the playground pappa was there to wrap his long arms around him and tell him that he was safe and that he would get his squirrel catching gear out of the supply closet the man they had started calling Dad had built for them, first thing in the morning.

When Remus faked being sick the first day of school because a kid in his class had laughed at the white streak in his hair he'd had since birth pappa had come and picked him up, explaining that poliosis is nothing to be ashamed of and laughing warmly as his son tried to pronouns the word.

Pappa would always protect them.

When Roman first talked about his pappa and dad in school the teacher had looked like she'd eaten something nasty. Later on Roman was moved to the same class as his brother, his own teacher saying she didn't want to be associated with his kind.

When Pappa came to pick him up that day Roman asked what that ment. And for one of the first times in his life he'd seen pappa frown.

They baked a cake to celebrate them being the same class that evening and Pappa and dad lifted the two of them high up in the air and twirled them around while cheerful music played.

When Remus got told off by a teacher for the first time because he had pushed another kid in his class he had to sit in the corner for ten minutes.

When he was allowed to go back to his spot Roman thanked him for protecting him and Remus threw the paper ball that had been thrown at him right back.

When Pappa came to pick him up he and the teacher had a long talk and they left quickly afterwards. Pappa holding both his and Roman's hands in his own big one's and telling them about how they had done the right thing.

Pappa would always comfort them.

When Roman came back home with scrapped knees and an attitude Pappa had asked him what had happened.

Roman hadn't answered and his brother had later told their dad's that he had seen Roman getting pushed around by some older kids. The had been yelling a word he didn't know the meaning of. When he had told it to pappa he had looked angry. And told his boys that those kids were mean and to never use that word because it made fun of good people.

When Remus began to get more friends his pappa asked him to include Roman in all of their games.

His brother had trouble connecting to people and was quickly becoming the bullied kid. And while Remus would gladly take any bullets for him he couldn't protect him at all times.

And while Remus played star wars with his friends, running around the playground and pretending to know the characters, Roman sat and drew in the little notebook pappa had given him for school.

And Remus bought him a new one with his own pocket money when a mean kid threw it in the lake nearby when they went there to explore with the class around the time that eggs would magically appear in their garden and they pretended like it was a bunny putting them there.

Pappa would always be with them.

When they went to highschool and Remus his friends could no longer play starwars with him because one moved away, one said she’d never liked him and two others went to the same school but suddenly forgot about their being friends, he sat with his brother more often.

And when Roman got friends that he wasn’t sure he liked but hung around anyways because it was better than sitting alone, Remus was left sitting at a table at lunch, other kids coming to sit at the same one in the hopes he would get up and leave.

When he had refused to do just that they’d began whispering about him pretending he didn’t hear them. And when he acted like he didn’t hear they had began calling him mean things.

After two months at the new school they came home and both called for their Pappa with shaky voices too quiet to bare any sort of good news.

And when Remus showed off his bruised wrist he’d gotten when a kid had grabbed him harshly and Roman told him about how his friends hadn’t been friends but bullies in a trenchcoat and a mustache to make him think they were friends before telling him he was too weird to hang around, Pappa had brought them both into his arms. Whispering something like ‘oh my poor, brave boys,’ before holding them a bit tighter and then telling them that sometimes, the world was mean like that and that, sometimes, it takes a while before you find the right people.

And when they went to bed that night they laid in the room and stared at the same ceiling. Both pretending they couldn’t hear Pappa arguing with Dad in the hallway.

Both pretending they weren’t crying silently until they fell asleep to Dad accusing Pappa of being a vile and horrible human being.

Pappa didn’t have all the answers.

They learnt that when they were on their second year of highschool and both of their pet bunnies died in the same night.

Roman had sniffled and stood near the gardendoor as he watched them dig a deep hole all the way at the back of their garden.

Remus decided that he would be sad about this at night when nobody would see or worry and stood close by Pappa as he put the two bunnies in a shoebox and put it in the hole. Saying they had probably died because of the rat poision Dad had spread across the lawn and that the mice must’ve gotten into their food somehow.

They learnt this when Dad and him had sat them down after breakfast that had strawberries to tell them that sometimes love died and that weddingrings would rust and be put in two seperate homes in two seperate boxes that would never be opened again.

They learnt this the fifth time that Remus came home with bruises and Roman began to listen to darker music and emote less dramatically. Unlearning all the expressions he’d picked up from those animated childrens series they weren’t allowed to watch but watched them anyways. He faked having imagined a happy place when the woman that was supposed to help them through the divorce told him to invision one. Instead invisioning Remus, and how he should have punched the guy that had made him drop his books the moment he saw it happening.

Pappa was a human being.

They realised this more clearly than ever when he’d found out why Remus only wore long sleeves and got sent to therapy after their Pappa had hysterically cried over it and begged his son not to leave them before he could grow old.

When Roman stared at the ceiling after he’d taken 14 paracetamol and googling how many it would take to leave them before he could grow old, only to find that he would probably be fine and go to school the next day feeling as empty as usual. Pappa had yelled at him when he had gotten back to be more careful and not get invloved with his brothers troubles after he’d shown off the scratched shoulder from where he’d been thrown against a fence when he'd tried to stand up for him.

And when Remus got diagnosed with dyslexia and Roman with depression they said nothing. Roman shaking his head when the doctor suggested therapy and Remus sitting quietly as they explained that he might have adhd aswell.

Their father wasn't perfect.

They learnt this when Remus came back from school with a black eye and a failed math test and the test was all that was focused on. Shouting not unlike the one they'd heard all those years ago when love began to die and rings began to rust booming through the house and piercing through the music Roman was listening to in his room. A bottle cap with water falling off his desk and the little growing plant in it falling with it.

They learnt this when Roman said he was asexual aromantic and their father said that he should consider therapy again because surely that couldn't be normal.

And when Roman told him that maybe they weren't normal he'd been send to his room. Doors slamming shut and noises too loud for Remus to process.

Their father was wrong sometimes.

They realised this when Remus first brought a friend home and jokes about countries the kid wasn't from were made around the otherwise uncomfortably quiet dinner table. And when religion was brought up in a house full of atheists Remus stood and took his friend's hand, saying that they'd eat something at a foodtruck and storming of, leaving Roman to feed little stripes of unseasoned meat to the cat.

Their father was bad sometimes.

They learned this when the both of them started college and the racist microagressions turned into jokes about how they'd never make it since they were both going to art schools.

And when Remus showed him his homemade costume he huffed and said it looked great in a tone that Implied anything but. And when Roman showed him the finished piece he'd worked months on he said it looked nice even if it had mistakes while pointing at every single one of them while his son, hands still stained with markers and pencil smudges, gave a watery smile and the artwork was put in a art map to never be looked at again.

Their father wasn't good for them.

They realised this. Finally realised this, when Remus was twenty and had decided to move out, getting a small apartment would have been to expensive had his brother not eagerly asked him if he could come with him.

And they told their father while their bags were already packed and the rent was already payed.

And their neighbours registered a noise complained and whispered about calling childservices when their father started another screaming match to tell them how much he didn't want them to leave and how they wouldn't make it.

And they painted the walls mint green while Roman painted a mural around the spot where their couch would be.

And they ate lukewarm noodles from the plastic canisters while sat on the empty apartment floor.

And Roman bought a dozen succulents to take care of and make it feel more like home.

And the wall was always covered in outfit designs and storyboards as the jar they had put the sticker 'for a couch' on slowly filled up.

And they still send him Christmas cards but didn't plan on visiting that house for a long long time.

And their father would have killed them for the mess they made of the apartment sometimes.

And they preferred it that way.

This is both an extremely specific vent and goes out to all the kids with complicated relationships with their parents.

You're allowed to not like your caretakers. You're allowed to not want contact with them after you've moved on. You're allowed to think how they treated you was unjust because it probably was.

Taglist

@purp-man @crazycookie13o @deceitifullies101 @sapphire-knight @ragingdumpsterfiremess @chronophobica @lance-alt @mylifeisadeceit

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