#for my oldest sister it was the violin for my other sister it was the acoustic

[starrysharks]

electric guitar... electric guitar save me.......

[elaineas-elysian]

Hello ! I hope I didn't misunderstand and that your request are still open ! Could I please request sfw/platonic headcanons for the Sakamaki brothers with a younger teenage sister ? I love the idea of those six having a soft spot for their little sister :')

Take care ! <3

// ☕ Admin’s Note: Hello there Anon, thank you so much for requesting this! I can definitely say that them having a Soft Spot for their younger teenage sister would be absolutely adorable in my standards, so I have decided to do some Fluffy Headcanons for each of them towards her. I certainly hope I met your request, and you certainly didn't misunderstand it at all! :)

Shu

Shu will definitely keep a safe distance from his sister, but undeniably he would speak to her very often. Shu is awfully overprotective of his sister, like an instinct since he is the oldest within his brothers. Although being the same as he is, he would have a soft spot for her, and help her with whatever she needs for guidance. When the both of them are together, they don't often say much considering Shu’s natural nature and how he lays around all day listening to classical music, but they definitely don't dislike each other.

On rare occasions, Shu will actually have a full on conversation with her, but as stated, Shu will probably wan’t nothing more or nothing less to do with her considering that she is another child of Karlheinz himself. She definitely loves her older brothers, including Shu and has admiration towards them in various of ways. (Shu has offered to teach her Latin and Violin lessons before in the past.)

Reiji

Now, these two have a very interesting relationship. When both of them met each other right away, they both automatically thought and knew that “We are going to get along VERY well.” Their dynamic is close, and she has a pretty stabilized relationship with Reiji. They immediately clashed with one and other as soon as they met, which made them both each other's favorite siblings in a instant. Reiji would offer his younger sister and invite her for a cup of tea very, very frequently. Reiji would often get her gifts, and spoil her with plenty of self taught lessons so that she can improve in intellectual intelligence, especially if the subjects that she likes are similar to his.

To Reiji, he see’s his younger sister as being the most tolerable siblings out of all of his brothers. Although like Shu, Reiji will definitely have a soft spot for her, his strict nature does not change in the slightest. He constantly reminds her to stay focused on her studies, but also gives her advice to do what's best for her to also keep her grounded. Reiji offers her every one in a while to do Lab Experiments with him.

Ayato

Ayato will constantly tease his younger sister, especially if he knows that she has a crush on a certain person. He will definitely persuade his sister to do Mischievous things with him that would cause the both of them to individually get a scolding heavily by Reiji. Surprisingly, Ayato is very open towards his younger sister, and uses his confidence and pride to teach her “Valuable” lessons in his perspective. Ayato constantly tries to prove to his younger sister that he is the best brother out of all of his siblings. Both of them tend to joke around often, although his younger sister is a mixture of the range “Serious” and “Silly.” Since both siblings can be playful, she often finds herself pranking Ayato whenever he tries to prank her, and she literally lives for his reaction.

Although being younger then Ayato, she realizes the importance of schoolwork and her studies, which causes her to attempt persuading Ayato to actually focus on his schoolwork instead of “Being A Goofball all the Time” although she claims. Likewise, being the older brother out of the Triplet’s, he is quite overprotective of her, and will definitely stand up for her if someone even thinks about messing with her, it’s part of his protective instinct.

Kanato

Kanato literally wants absolutely no partake with his sister at all. He prefers being alone most of the time, and minds his own business. Occasionally, him and his younger sister have encounters, but it isn't anything serious nor long considering how he finds younger kids to actually be quite annoying and a nuisance although acting like a younger child himself. Even so, on very, very, RARE occasions, depending on the situation, (When I say rare, I mean rare) he would share his pudding with his younger sister and probably show her his collection of teddy bears. If Kanato actually had a soft spot for his sister, I believe that he would probably let her hold Teddy only once, but the chance of that actually happening is at an all time low.

Kanato Would invite his younger sister to have Tea Parties with him, and of course, dress her up in cute frilly dresses.

Laito

Definitely more outgoing and optimistic towards his younger sister. Laito offers her help towards her homework assignments and plans fun activities that the both of them can play together, even sometimes involving the other brother's as well. He definitely is the type to spoil his younger sister and take her shopping wherever and whenever she likes. Laito even got her a custom made fedora that looks exactly similar to his, that way both of them can match together from time to time (Aww.) Laito’s sister genuinely enjoy’s his company, and Laito offers to give her panio lessons. One time, Laito and his Younger sister we’re doing Karaoke, but Laito forgot to tell his brothers where they went so out of concernment, the brothers tracked them down only to find him hyping his younger sister singing “Bring Me Back To Life” by Evanescence. Midway in the song, Ayato decided to join in with her to sing along, after the song was over Ayato makes up a horribly not well thought out exuse claiming that he was “Helping her sing the Background Vocals.”

Of course, Laito does his best to make experiences enjoyable for his younger sister so that he can perhaps have a closer bond with her in the future.

Subaru

Subaru chemistry with his younger sister is the type that he says he doesn't like her although he genuinely does, and doesn't admit the fact that he finds his younger sister to be cute and adorable. He will hint out to her sometimes that if she needs anyone to speak to, he's their for her as an older brother which makes everything way more wholesome than their sibling relationship already is. Similar to his brothers, he will definitely give her help and guidance in whatever she's doing if she needs anything. One time, Subaru picked out a Bouquet of White Roses for her and have it as a gift to show his kindness and generosity towards her. She glady accepted it, prancing into his arms and appreciatively hugged him.

They both have plenty of heartfelt moments together that the both of them enjoyed, Subaru doesn't express or share this quite often, and if she did, a wave of embarrassment will wash over him since his brothers will assume that Subaru has became a huge softie.

[velvette3]

PT 2 of my previous post :

Front: (Information)

I have yet to decide on a demon status for her, so there are 2 different ones.

A.) Overlord AU:

Overlord of Preforming Arts (like concerts, music, instruments, songs, etc.)

Absent during most O.L. Meetings

Not very social w/ other O.L.’s

Like that one succubus in Helluva Boss, her voice can hypnotize/seduce others (demons of all power/status included) {powers from last post included}

Popular Star (of all music genres)

Can play almost any instrument

But specializes in guitar, drums, violin, cello, saxophone, clarinet, and flute

Has the same backstory (abusive mafia boss father, 2 siblings, dead mother, etc) but she doesn’t sell her soul. (She failed to summon any demons to sell her soul to)

Ended up in hell for kidnapping (in reality, she was just rescuing children from their abusive or dangerous homes {and only if they willingly went with her})

Quit her job as a doctor to take care of the group of children she rescued over time.

Still died from being murdered by her father

B.) Regular Demon Status:

Not an overlord (duh)

Valentino owns her soul

Is a professional singer/“performer” for Val (she and Angel work together most days/nights)

Her powers are the same as Overlord AU (including powers from last post)

Her and Angel are so close that they are called the “Porn Stars” in crime (ya know, instead of ‘partners’ in crime, get it? No?)

All/most of the posters/music videos that she stars in for Val, has Angel as backup (this applies vice versa where Raven/Luna is backup/background for Angel)

Live with her father (long story short, despite her changing her name, her father still found her and forced her to live/work under him again)

Like her “employment” with Val, she is passed around by her father at her home in hell.

Gets beat by her father more than Val, but when seeing an opening, will take any punishment aimed at Angel to protect him (even without Angel’s knowing sometimes)

Sold her soul when she was alive to ENSURE her siblings went to heaven

Did not kidnap any abused children (selling her soul changed her path)

Remained a doctor until her murder

Back: (Doodles)

(Underneath the fire): Powers are green (whenever using powers that are visible, will be neon green {like her eyes will glow})

(By tail view): Raven Tail

(Up close eye and eyebrow image): bird feather markings around eyes, scar is visible IN eye if looking closely (aka discoloration where she was cut), feathered eyebrows.

Piercings:

Left ear: two regular piercings at the top of her ear while there is a guitar pick dangle earring with music notes on it.

Right ear: a Moon (two identical were given to siblings) to represent herself, three conjoined stars (two identical were kept by sister and brother) from her little sister Lily, and a sun (two identicals kept by her two siblings) from her older brother Ethan. (The siblings got earrings for each other. Lily {the youngest, a year younger than Luna/Raven}, got 3 of the three conjoined stars, Ethan {the oldest, two years older than Luna/Raven}, got 3 suns, and Luna/Raven got three moons. They all have one of the three)

Up close of arm(s) and hand(s)

Y’all know how Lucifer and Alastor are speculated to have black pigment on their hands that fade up their arms? Luna/Raven has that too.

Her face shape (like her mouth and nose) are much similar to Stolas. (She is a bird Demon {or a Raven Demon, her father’s mafia was, after all, called the Chained Ravens, which we can get into later}), so her mouth and nose represent a beak, much like Stolas. (This also applies to her tail, which I’m fairly sure I’ve seen Stolas have a tail)

Anyways, I’ll pose the pictures I’m describing here too, even though they are on the PT 1!

[lumilasi]

Second staff-member of the Blackthorne manor, the gardener Aiden. He is my friend @mad-hatter-rici's character, and I used his old design she had for this, as she said that one's fine; I only adjusted small details - with her blessing - like giving him a belt and changing his scarf pattern into something that's a bit easier to replicate.

More info below: (its much shorter than usual bios, given there isn't that much stuff needed for him)

BASICS:

Age: 26

Friends: Scarlet (The housekeeper who got him his job, also a human/Mihail's honorary little sister) Thalia Swanson (The Butler/Chief of Staff) Caelan Araknos/Blackthorne (The oldest grandson of his boss)

Love interest: Mihail Câine (The chef/A grimmhound)

Occupation: Gardener/photographer

Boss: Harrow Blackthorne/Araknos (Owner of the manor, a Soul Eater)

FUN FACTS:

Aiden is Irish and very superstitious, BEFORE he found out he was working for a supernatural being/crushing on another lol

If he gets drunk he starts dancing on tables

He has a SHIT TON of beanies

He loves photographing things a lot and is often seen with his camera outside gardening work (and sometimes during)

He's just a very silly goofy boy who's also sometimes clueless if he's being flirted at. Especially by Mihail in the beginning lol

He does eventually meet harrow's family, after he's found out his boss is not human and neither is the hot chef he's crushed on.

He makes friends with Caelan especially as they both are creative people; him with photography and Caelan with painting. Both even model for each other sometimes during visits

Both he and Caelan ALSO play violin

[agent-toast]

entirety of my TUArtemis crossover headcanon so far

had to get this out and write it, it was bouncing around in my head for days

Includes most main characters of both The Umbrella Academy and Artemis Fowl :D

What I'm not obsessed who gave you that idea?

Pairings (NOT SHIPS)

Five & Artemis: Two short bois who constantly annoy each other, but tolerate each other decently well, as they find that Five/Artemis are one of very few people who have an equal level of intelligence and comprehension about things that they are interested in.

Five is both academically and emotionally smart. The latter is more developed than Artemis (in the first few Fowl books), for that matter.

Artemis finds most people less intelligent than him, but Five is one of those exceptions, similar to Minerva, except this relationship holds out.

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Artemis: Five, where's my entire stock of Earl Grey Tea? Five: I threw it out the window. Five: You refused to give me coffee. Five: So now you will face my fucking wrath. Artemis: Artemis: Holly, Five is having a tantrum again. Five: IT'S NOT A TANTRUM IT IS DESTRUCTION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD

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Five & Holly: What with Five usually being the oldest one in the group, he's going to feel a bit out of place when with the thousand year old (iirc) elf, Holly. But they probably get along as well as Holly and Artemis, though Five provokes Holly a lot more actively and easily than Arty.

On a slightly different tangent, Five can definitely 'see through' Holly's shield by slowing down time just a smidge. This works as a good plot point and makes Five just a little stronger than Holly in that specific area.

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Holly: Five, when I first met you, I thought you were dumb and annoying. Five: And? Holly: You are. Five:

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Allison & Juliet: Allison would be a nice older sister figure for Juliet. They're both good fighters, and I think they'd be a really wholesome lil pairing!

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Juliet: You know, I wish I had that rumour power of yours sometimes. Allison: Why? Juliet: It'd make things a looot easier. Allison: Well, you don't have to rumour me into caring for you, just so you know. Juliet: Juliet: NO SERIOUS THINGS RIGHT NOW I ACCEPT ONLY FUN AND CHAOS Allison: OKAY OKAY

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Luther & Mulch: Luther is just a mix of disgusted and confused by Mulch the entire time. Mulch enjoys toying with him :D

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Luther & Butler: Butler definitely tells Luther that he's treating Five, who reminds Butler so much of Artemis, really badly. Sure, Five can be a bit of a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's still Luther's brother, and Luther should treat him as such. Butler would be the good parental figure to Luther that he never had.

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Diego & Holly: HEAR ME OUT These two would be so badass during fighting scenes. Holly shielding in and out, helping Diego fight, while Diego curves his knives, making sure not to hit the shielded Holly. I want to watch that kind of fight scene so badly :DD

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Orion & Five: Basically a wholesome, delusional ray of sunshine paired with angry swearing old man. This would be such an entertaining pair, and Orion would definitely get hit in the face with a coffee cup Five throws away.

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Orion: Might I ask, what is it about your dear manequinn that draws you to her? Five: Her loyalty. Her kindness. Her compassion. Five: But most of all, her ability to keep silent when I'm busy. Five: Unlike you. Orion: I see, I see... Five: Can you not take a hint GET OUT OF MY ROOM

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Orion & Viktor: The epitome of wholesomeness. Viktor would finally get the older, more knowledgable sibling figure role as he takes care of Orion. He'd be so sweetly confused by Orion's ramblings of middle earth tales, but perhaps play along with him. And Orion would listen to Viktor's violin solos quietly and admirably. This is a relief for Holly as well, she can escape from Orion's constant romantic drivel being spouted at her all the time.

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Orion: The beautiful princess, the young maiden, the heroine of the ice, my dear Holly Short... have I told you about her, perchance? Viktor: About 60 times before, yes. Orion: Ah. It is not a bother for you, I hope? Viktor: No, you can tell me again.

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comment or reblog with tags if you want to see my opinions on your pairings!

[sucrosette]

★— ⋆｡˚ [Things Missed]

For Day 26 of Carry on Countdown 23, Angst @carryon-countdown

Basil's finally ready to talk about the accident and Simon's there to listen, of course he is, he's not about to walk away.

Rated T for themes, language, & trauma talk.

This is part four of the Nurse/Lawyer AU. Just one more to go - I hope you enjoy. 🖤 [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3]

⋆｡˚ BAZ

Some days, I really miss the hours spent feeling my fingers stretched over the neck of my violin, plucking swiftly over the strings. I miss the feeling of the bowstrings reverberating noise under my strokes, the effortful, emotive playing that pushed me to sweat with effort. I even miss sitting my chin over the chinrest and just holding position in anticipation of playing.

I can still play, beautifully even, but I’m not the soloist I once was. I might have been playing sonatas in music halls across all of Europe at one point. I was good enough, I was more than good enough. I can’t do that now.

I usually manage ten to fifteen minutes before my bow hand starts shaking and my neck’s screaming for relief. Oh, there are workarounds, sure. I’ve tried the extended neck braces that eliminate the need for the chin rest. I’ve used the mobility bows that have the wrist straps, removing the need for my grip entirely. It’s just not the same though.

I had fifteen years of playing before the accident happened. It was a lifetime of habits I had needed to unlearn and repackage and… it’s not that I couldn’t have gotten to my old skill level with enough time, enough practice, but… I started to hate playing. I don’t want to hate playing, but every time I’d fuck up a simple chord progression or hit a note wrong or fumble due to relearning, that feeling would surge up inside of me. My body still wanted to play the way it knew best, and I still wanted to let it, and every time that urge clashed with the need to relearn it would put me back a whole day, sometimes more.

It hit a point where even just thinking about practicing would make me nauseous and angry, so I just stopped. I don’t want to hate playing. I love my violin. I focused on my physical therapy instead. I went to therapy. I got to the point where I am now and I changed course.

I switched to law school.

I cried a week over the decision and I had to speedrun undergrad but overall I’m better for it. I don’t hate my grandfather’s violin every time I look at it. I don’t feel frustrated just existing in a room with it. I don’t get jealous of other violinists who play half as well as I do for having just the slightest mobility advantage over me.

I can hold my bow again, position my violin and play my heart out for a full ten minutes without dropping anything or shaking and botching my play. I might not be able to do some of the more complicated pieces I once did, but what I can play, I play perfectly, just the way I remember, just the way I like. For ten whole minutes, it’s like I’m no different than I ever was, and I find that beauty I make in music and let my violin sing for me. She’s my oldest friend. I can’t hate her.

When Simon first hears me play, it’s a bit of an accident. I don’t really play for people anymore, since I can’t play long and sometimes I have to conclude a piece early when I start to feel my body react, so of course it’s a bit of an accident. It’s just my sisters I play for when I play for people now. Otherwise, it’s just me. I play alone and let myself have my memories of what once was and I put her down to reminisce another day. We share a peaceful relationship, an old friendship, but it’s not something I feel most people particularly need to witness. I aim to play alone.

It’s not that Simon doesn’t know I still play, he does, I’ve told him. Besides, she’s seen the violin, she’s seen me rosin the bow and tune my instrument. She got me a custom rosin case for it for my birthday, the very first we’d spent together— Simon is more than aware that I still play.

it just feels intimate in a way I haven’t quite been ready to share. Fifty-fifty odds I’ll cry at the end, or even halfway through. I like Simon seeing me strong, confident, and maybe a little cocky. I’ve been vulnerable, of course, I met him freshly stabbed and all, but this is a different thing.

So it’s a bit of an accident. Simon's been stateside for a friend’s wedding— she’d been her best mate in school— and I’m not expecting him home that day, let alone these ten minutes of the day I’ve chosen to play. I could've gone to the wedding with him, but I thought maybe meeting someone the week of their wedding might be a bit presumptive of me, especially with our relationship being fairly recent. Besides, the caseload at work’s been busy and I’d’ve had to fly separately, Simon's invested in his tickets an era ago and I don’t particularly want to fly over the Atlantic alone. I’ve offered to take Penny and her husband-to-be on a cruise together at some later date and we can get to know each other then, when they’re not so busy with pre-wedding and during-wedding and post-wedding.

Simon tumbles through the door about two minutes after I’ve started but I don’t hear him. He’s still at the door when I finish. Thirteen minutes later. I can feel my hand aching a little but my neck’s doing alright, so I’ll take that as a good day. I blink over at Simon, realizing he’s really there as I carefully settle my violin back into her stand.

“You play beautifully,” Simon says as she closes the door, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I blink back the way ears in my eyes. It takes me a minute to find my words, but I shake my head to tell him that he hadn’t. I find my confidence and breath and ultimately find it’s not uncomfortable for me to have Simon seeing me play. That’s a relief. Unsurprising, ultimately, but no less a relief. “You’re early?”

“Ah, yeah,” Simon answers as she kicks off her shoes. I’m already moving to help with his bags while he explains, “Pen’s already on honeymoon and originally I’d wanted to stay over to see some sights but I just missed you so I checked to see if I could catch an earlier flight and here I am.” She does a silly little wave of her hands and it makes me impossibly bloody fond.

“You missed me that much?” There’s a touch of teasing there and Simon punches my arm for it, but he doesn’t use any strength to do it, and just sort of scrunches his nose in annoyance.

“Of bloody course I did, you prick. It’s been a whole week already…”

I hum as I follow Simon to our room, helping him unpack when we get there. I pause to nudge his side and when he turns my way I catch him in a kiss. “I missed you too.”

It’s an easy admission. “Of course you did,” Simon says it like it’s obvious.

it is obvious.

We work through unpacking him in relative silence, a companionable quiet that tells me both how tired he is and how happy he is just to be home. I’ll ask him all about everything after he’s gotten some sleep in him, reset properly from the jetlag over some food. I’m just as happy to have Simon home again too. I missed existing with her the last week.

“I’ll let you hear me play again,” I say apropos of nothing, except I can still hear those words in my head. You play beautifully.

I know I do. Or I knew I did.

The declaration stops Simon midway from tossing his dirty wash in our hamper, but only for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, whenever I play next.” It’ll be tomorrow. I play almost every day, so long as it’s not a snow day.

“I’d like that,” He answers with a soft smile, “I’d like it a lot.”

I love this about Simon. He’s just so bloody understanding. I don’t understand how he doesn’t press or complicate or assume anything. We just finish getting through his unpacking and collapse into our bed and cuddle close.

I think he’s fallen asleep already when his voice catches me off guard, but maybe I’d been the one closer to sleep. “Are you gonna tell me about it?”

“Not tonight,” I know exactly what he means without asking, “But soon, probably. After you tell me all about how the wedding went.”

Simon hums and snuggles in closer and I melt around him, letting myself relax with him, letting myself feel how much I missed him. I can feel Simon melting in my arms too. I’m too tired for anything else, he’s too tired for anything else, and it’s so bloody easy for us to fall asleep like that, tangled up in one another.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

He doesn’t tell me the next morning, not after all the talking I can manage on Pen’s ceremony and dress and everything. It’s a lazy morning. He called in to work from home (“No court days?” “No court days.”) and we slept in and stayed in bed hours longer and I still had three whole more days off work. I’m not in any rush to find out, I’m just happy I’ve gotten to hear him play now.

I ramble on and on about the States and everything that I’d missed about home and weird little language differences and all the things Pen had gone on about herself during our downtime. I think Baz might know her better than he thinks with how much I talk about her, but I’m not mad he didn’t come with me. I just missed him.

I don’t ask. I don’t need to ask. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.

I’m happy to linger in lazy mornings like this forever, if he’ll be here with me for them.

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I keep thinking I’m going to tell her, and then I don’t. I keep thinking I should bring it up, but then I don’t. It’s just such a bloody happy day and I’m such a greedy, selfish sap. I want to keep it a happy day. We deserve more happy, lazy days.

I do play my violin for him, just like I’d said I would. I only just make it through about eight minutes today, but Simon smiles so beautifully for such a simple piece.

I’m going to tell him, I know it, just not today. Today I want to keep his smile just like it was when he woke up, refreshed and comfortable after a week out of our bed. I want to keep her just like this forever.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

It’s about two weeks later when Basil wakes up in a cold sweat next to me. It’s not the first time I’ve witnessed his night terrors, we’ve lived together far too long by now for me not to be at least a little familiar with them, but normally he goes through the motions quickly enough that I barely have time to comfort at all. This time must’ve been particularly visceral. I sit up beside him and he still hasn’t budged an inch, except to curl in on himself. I touch carefully, brushing my fingers through his thick, dark hair, brushing his bangs aside so they don’t stick to his sweat-slick skin and hum.

I hum whatever he’d played me last. Something by Bach, I think, but I’m not good at classical music. I am learning, a little, but I still can’t tell Beethoven from the Greatest Showman and apparently the latter is a musical, not a classical composition. I’m learning. Baz smiles whenever I get something right.

He unwinds enough to roll himself over and into my arms and I wrap him up like I’m a security blanket made just for him.

“Bloody nightmares…” His voice comes out in rasp, dry and angry, but I don’t push, I just hold him like that until he stops shaking, until his breathing settles out against my chest.

I glance at the clock. Twelve more hours till work. I can nap after this all settles if I need more sleep. I have time. “Think you can sleep again?” I ask it as gently as I can manage.

Baz shakes his head against my chest, but it’s alright, I just keep humming while he sinks deeper into my arms and the tangle of blankets around us. If there was less time, I’d even call out, but there’s plenty of time.

“I think I want to talk about it.”

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I’ve surprised him, I can tell. His mouth is doing that little ‘oh’ thing that she only does when she’s caught off guard. Maybe that’s fair, I haven’t talked about for long enough that maybe she was never truly expecting me to, but I have wanted to.

⋆｡˚ SIMON

He presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat and it brings me back to my senses enough to encourage him to keep going. “If you’re ready.”

Basil hums again and nods along, “I’m ready.”

I press a kiss to his temple and wait. I have time. I can always wait where Baz is concerned, but he doesn’t make me wait long. It spills out in chunks, but I fill in the blanks well enough. Trauma’s like that, I know, sometimes memories just don’t come back clean.

⋆｡˚ BAZ

I was twenty when it happened. It was winter break and I was driving back home for the holidays.  The road had been slick from the storm but it was only a four hour drive, a little longer if I went easy, and I always go easy when I need to. So I’m headed home and thinking about what to get my sisters in the meanwhile and not at all worried about the process of getting there.

Of course, it was never me I had to worry about. A truck twice the size of my little Beetle comes hurtling down the opposite side of the road at a good twice my speed. It must’ve started hydroplaning at the exact right moment to cause him to swerve right into me.

There’s no time to react, no time to brake or swerve or anything at all.

There’s only the truck’s blinding headlights on a collision course straight for me.

I can still feel the hear the sound of the metal crunching together in front of me. I can still feel the pressure of the airbag going off against my face, against my hands. The way my arm had hit the center dash and turned blue almost immediately. The whiplash from my head flinging back so suddenly, the wrongness in my neck.

Simon’s petting through my hair as he listens to me, taking everything in, kissing my forehead again, and then pulling back enough to pull my hands up to kiss them too. She’s patient through it all and it’s not until the lull in my story that I realize I’ve been crying. Just a little. Just quietly while I go through it.

I lose myself in the realization for a moment, thoughts dissipating into nothing. I’m not sure where I was in the story, or where to pick up, it’s just all sort of a blur anyway. I let myself have my tears about and Simon, my sweet Simon, kisses my tears away and holds me closer through it.

“Is that what your nightmares are about?” Simon asks when my tears start to slow and I’ve worked myself further out of that ball of stress.

“No,” I answer, and it feels a bit silly, but also not at all. “My nightmares are… they’re about the first time I picked up my grandfather’s violin, after I’d supposedly healed enough to try again, and I dropped it.”

⋆｡˚ SIMON

Baz chokes when he confesses it, loses his voice halfway through the word dropped, but his mouth still forms the word it. My skill in lipreading fills in that blank too. “You don’t have to say more if you don’t want to, you know. It’s okay to be done talking.”

He hums low and shifts our hold so he’s more holding me now, wrapping his legs around mine and practically clinging. I don’t bother to resist. I don’t mind comforting him like this either. It’s plenty comfortable in Baz’s arms too.

“I don’t think there’s much else to say,” Baz breathes out when he finds his voice again, “If there is I can’t recall right now.”

I nuzzle his chest and tangle us up that much more thoroughly. “It’s alright, love… if you want to talk more later, I’m always here for you, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I love you.”

⋆｡˚ BAZ

Simon quiets in my arms after that and I can feel my exhaustion creeping up again. I press a kiss to her temple and let my thoughts drift away from my nightmares, from my spotty memories, from the little Volvo I had once loved so much. I suppose it saved my life that day, gave it’s own for me. If cars have souls, I hope it's thriving somewhere.

I let myself drift to thoughts of Simon, of our life. Of the time we’ve had together so far, of the time we’re going to have together. I think of his soft hair and softer marshmallow scent. I thought it was a perfume or cologne at first, but no. That’s just Simon, sugary sweet.

“Hey, Simon?”

She murmurs her own soft, unintelligible acknowledgment against my chest and I can tell from the weight of him that she’s drifting back off already.

“Thank you,” I say into the mess of her hair and she makes a happy little noise. Her own of course, anytime, always, without the mess of words. She makes me so bloody soft, so bloody comfortable. “I love you too.”

Simon’s little noise repeats itself and I can feel a smile crack my lips, just a little bit even after all the emotions thinking about the accident can give me.

“Rest well, love,” my words fall soft and Simon’s already gone, and I think I can manage the same. I think, probably, without dreaming terrible things all over again.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I love love love your Cheslock content and the tragic backstory you have for him - maybe a fluffy piece where reader can empathise with him and they comfort each other?? If this is too much then feel free to ignore!!!

I hope this is the kinda thing you meant!! aaaaaaaa my HEART-

Most of the time, CHESLOCK keeps his vulnerability close to his chest, even with you. At first, anyway.

He’s told you some things about his childhood, about the awful things his father put him through. And more than anything, he brushes it off. “It wasn’t that much, y’know?” “Ain’t like he did it all the time.” “Other people had it worse, it ain’t a big deal.”

He acts like it doesn’t affect him. But you know it does, even when he tries not to show it. So what if his father didn’t do a bunch of things? A single event is enough to traumatize a person, let alone a handful.

When you visit his home for the holidays, though, it becomes that much more evident how much that one thing haunts him.

It’s the way he sits hesitantly on the piano bench, the way he barely touches the keys, the way he’s careful not to play when his father is in the house. He never plays the same song twice, even when his father isn’t around. He also doesn’t dare to take his violin out of the carrying case despite the fact that he brought it to play a song for his sister.

You settle yourself down beside him while you’re alone in the house, while the rest of his family are out visiting one of his father’s friends. (He probably should have gone. You wonder if he’ll hear about it later; that his father’s youngest child came and his oldest ‘couldn’t be bothered’ or something, even though Cheslock’s an adult.)

“You should play my favorite one nonstop until everyone gets back,” you grin as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“… Y’know I can’t.” There’s a smile in his voice, as if he’s trying to keep things light. Trying to avoid talking about it. “Play y’ a medley, though, if y’ want.”

You reach over and hit a sour note on purpose with a soft laugh. “You can with me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He shakes his head. “I know, love, I know. It’s jus’… I…” A sigh, and he brings his hands down from the keys. “Every time I try to play anythin’ more than once round here, I… start thinkin’ ‘bout what happened back when I was young, so… I… I can’t.”

It hurts your heart, thinking that the man you love has been so hurt that he just can’t bring himself to play a song more than once while he’s at home. Even when the person who hurt him isn’t even around, his mind just won’t let him do it.

The details of the incident are fuzzy as he’s told them to you. Maybe even as his own mind remembers them? You can just envision your partner, ten or so years younger, sitting at the piano and excited by playing a song he loved. Only to be hit hard enough that it left a scar over his eye, by the gift his parents had given him, and by someone who may have done similar things before but never anything so… personal.

You can only imagine the pain. The way that you can feel those things, the emotions are the worst part of it. What could he have possibly done to deserve to be hurt so badly? He must have thought it was his fault, because his father surely told him it was. That he was irritating and to stop playing that same thing over and over.

More than anything, the feeling of something that he loved, that violin bow representing all his passion for music, being used to beat a ‘lesson’ into him ― it’s horrifying.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. You gently wrap your arm around his waist, nuzzling against him. You can feel how terrible that memory is, to the point that tears are gathering in your eyes. “It must have been really scary, wasn’t it? What he did really hurt you. I understand why you can’t… I just… wish he hadn’t done that to you.”

He frowns down at you, likely only because you’re crying. You don’t think anyone has ever felt hurt for him before. Maybe because he doesn’t tell a lot of people about this. It’s debatable whether he’s even mentioned it to his friends.

Almost immediately he has his arm around you as well, and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. “Darlin’… y’ don’t need to… I mean… it hurt, but it was a long time ago. I…” Here his voice breaks, if only briefly. “… I wish he didn’t, too. But there ain’t no changin’ it. It’s happened already. Why are y’ cryin’ over somethin’ y’ can’t change?”

After a moment, you glance up at him. You lift your hand and wipe away the tears starting to well up in his eyes. “Well, why are you?”

The piano is forgotten fairly quickly. It doesn’t take long before the two of you are in each other’s arms, tears shed over something you don’t think he’s ever allowed himself to cry over after it happened.

With any luck, that means he might finally be allowed some small measure of healing from it.

[hereforthehaunts]

For the BG3 ask, for any except your durge (only because I've not played one yet and am dancing around spoilers, so I guess if the answer wouldn't be a spoiler then go for it!)

6, 15, 23, 40

Aye aye captain! I will keep this durge spoiler-free. Thanks so much for asking! Probably going to be pretty Phoebe-centric just for time's sake.

6. What is your Tav's origin story?

Drama timeeeee.

Phoebe is the oldest daughter of Helene (elf wizard) and Silas (human bard). She has a younger sister named Arden and two younger brothers named Gilbert and Leon. Her father taught her to play the violin and love music. Though he was a bard, he never went out adventuring like he'd planned to as a young man. He met his wife and started pushing back his plans to leave. Then Pheobe came, so he never did. He got a job in town at a shop. Unfortunately, one day the shop caught fire and he was unable to escape. Pheobe had aspirations to go out and study music in Baldur's Gate, but once her father passed she wanted to stay and help take care of her siblings. In her grief, her mother could not bear the thought of her daughter having the same fate as her husband, so she studied and prepared until she was able to use magic to alter Phoebe's memories. Helene took Phoebe to the city and erased her memories of where her hometown is. As hard as she tries, Phoebe cannot remember the place where she grew up. She has all the memories of her family and her life, but where it happened she cannot recall, so she can never return there. In the city, Phoebe goes all into her studies. Eventually she starts travelling around, playing in taverns. That's basically what she's up to when she gets scooped up.

15. If your Tav could/does multiclass, what other class would they choose?

I have not multiclassed before so this is all what ifs and could very well not be good decisions lmao.

Phoebe- a couple options here. Wizard bc of her mom (and because she sorta maybe sent Gale away during act 1... don't hate me please I was young!!!) or rogue because I think the idea of couples picking up little things from each other is cute. I could also see ranger.

Lapis- Barbarian or fighter

Honeylark- Cleric maybe?

Pippa- Paladdin maybe? Really not sure for Pip. Rogue?

23. What is your Tav’s favorite moment they’ve had with their lover?

Probably any moment post-game where Phoebe and Astarion are sitting together and she realizes they are truly relaxed. No one is coming after them, there is nothing to fight. Astarion's guard is down, and they are just existing together in a moment laughing and talking.

40. What is the biggest mistake your Tav ever made?

So funny story actually... The biggest mistake my Tav has ever made was entirely my fault, but it is canon to her run so... When I played Act 2 I kind of didn't understand the fact that I needed to go to Moonrise Towers to save the tieflings before the final battle. I kind of thought I would just do it all when I got there at the end. So the tieflings in Moonrise Towers did die. And it is Phoebe's fault and totally not mine and she has to live with that not me. (IT JUST FELT LIKE SO FAR TO GO BACK!! I DIDN'T WANT TO DEAL WITH THE GAUNTLET AGAIN I'M SORRY). And also I didn't realize Zevlor was there in the mindflayer colony, so I literally walked past him and Orin did some terrible things to him. Act 2 was traumatic for Pheebs. Luckily this is not canon to the LTFU (liz and toad fanfic universe).

[small-sinclair]

Meet Bo Sinclair’s kids!

Okay, so this is based off the wonderful @ahmnom’s dad!Bo Sinclair along with a my own mixture.

Also, @modern-greek-tragedy, you can meet Dallas and his twin, Memphis

Jasmine Anna Sinclair

She is the oldest daughter. She enjoys reading, writing, learning, and exploring. Jasmine was named after the the smell and flower, one of Bo’s favorite flowers.

She doesn’t speak soft, but she is shy about things around her. Does this mean she lets things sly? No. She’s the type of person that goes by “take no shit but do no harm”.

She can see and hear ghosts, so she knows about the wax figures and who her grandparents are.

She can sing beautifully, and her siblings love to hear it. She’s very talented with memorizing things, but she tries not to show how smart she is. When it slips, she gets embarrassed, but Bo loves it. He wasn’t smart growing up or shown any interest in school, so he’s happy seeing his child smarter than him.

Bo does teach her how to fix a car, and she’s really good at it! She enjoys how the parts are created and fit perfectly with each other, and she’s told her father this many times.

When she’s grown up, she’ll be the Fun English teacher and will be 5’6.

Memphis Beauregard Sinclair and Dallas Beauregard Sinclair

Memphis (right) is twins to Dallas (left), and these two are inseparable. Memphis wears glasses for seeing, not reading, while Dallas doesn’t wear glasses but he does have dyslexia. ��

Dallas has a scar on his right cheek. He got that when he and his brother were fighting over a toy.

Like Jasmine, they can sing sweetly/nicely.

Memphis can hear ghost but not see them while Dallas can see ghosts and talk to them.

Both boys LOVE fixing cars with their father, can name all makes and models, and can hotwire Bo’s truck. However, Memphis is more of an arts guy, so he’ll learn how to work with wax and draw, but he’ll be fixing cars most of the time. Dallas loves cars and being in the garage. He hopes to own it one day or open his own.

They have the fighting spirit of a Sinclair, and been in fights at school and with each other. Bo tried not to sound like his parents, so he’ll ask for both sides before determining who was in the wrong. If he can’t pick, he’ll send them to their room to hash it out.

When they are not fighting, they are the biggest flirts like their father. Dallas is a natural charmer while Memphis is great at forming the sweetest words any person would hear. Even though they are labeled as “troublemakers”, they try to be gentlemen towards everyone when they feel like it.

When they grow up, Memphis will be a comic book artist and working at Dallas’s car shop/garage. Both will be 6’0 (but Dallas is half-an-inch taller).

Honeydew Maryann Sinclair, “Honey” for short

She is the youngest Sinclair. She’s different from her siblings because she’s blind and has asthma. She can see things up super close but that’s it. Her right eye is brown/green while her left eye is blue.

Because of birth difficulties, she gets sick/weak easily. She got very sick one time that it scared Bo because there were some moments where he thought he was going to lose her.

She can talk but prefers not to, so she knows ASL. She doesn’t like pants, so she wears dresses year round and leggings. When she has to wear pants, she’ll complain and make it everyone’s problem.

Like her sister, she’s really smart and enjoys going to school, but she doesn’t have friends. Though everyone at her school/grade have agreed to keep her safe/protect her from bullies because she’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet!

She is more musical gifted, which means she can play anything like the piano, violin, flute, tuba, drums— anything! Lester gets her a violin for her birthday, and she mainly plays that. She loves playing for her family and father; Bo loves when she plays.

Cants see or hear ghosts, but she can sense them like an empath.

She doesn’t know much about cars, but she knows enough to know there’s a problem and what should be done to fix it.

When she grows up, she’s a famous music player and activist for the disabled community, and she’s 5’4.

[emily-the-fae]

A small aesthetic board I've made for one of my favourites:

Bellatrix Lestrange

partly inspired by her character in this story

Some random HC's for her:

· the oldest of the three Black sisters

· top of her class in Hogwarts, absolutely adored potions classes

· wanted to be a Quidditch chaser until realized it was easier said than done, never became one, but is relatively good with a broom still

· parents forced her to learn violin, broke at least five of the instruments while learning. got punished for that and turned her protest into learning to play Irish songs in her spare time

· constant academic rivalry with Rodolphus Lestrange, hated him from the depth of her heart throughout school years

· her strongest bond in the family was with Andromeda, her leaving with Ted Tonks hurt on a whole new personal level

· issues, definition of a child grown up feeling like she is never enough. she was a firstborn and a girl and Cygnus Black was not fond of her for that

· her patronus was a panther, same as her animagi form (unregistered animagi, miss Black was a criminal already at Hogwarts)

· kind of envied Sirius for his freedom but would never admit it

· black tea is the drink that kept her alive through Hogwarts, one of the mix of smells Amortentia feels to her

· her and Rodolphus Lestrange was an arranged marriage, nobody cared that they hated each other, after Andromeda ran off the parents just wanted to get the girls settled as quick as possible

· the fact that they hated each other when they entered the marriage however does not mean that it stayed same way throughout their life. Especially not after Azkaban

Other posts from the series:

Andromeda Tonks - Narcissa Malfoy

[tabsters]

OHOHOHO FUNNY THAT @mythicalmagical-monkeyman AND @maiawhimsicalt SHOULD MENTION THESE TWO DEFINITELY UNRELATED CHARACTERS NYEHEHEHE

tagging: @mythicalmagical-monkeyman, @hyperfixation-tangentopia, and @maiawhimsicalt. if you want to get tagged for when i make zodiac posts, please let me know!

previous posts are here

So. Fun fact. Centaurus and Crux do indeed interact with each other. 

What’s their relation to each other? Well…

They’re in the fine line between ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’. It’s complicated, but basically they want to mutually be in love but are super duper scared to actually admit their feelings to each other. Just like me and Rexen a couple weeks before we got together. 

These two are also friggin DUMBASSES because they have KISSED and HELD HANDS and they STILL go like “yeah we did it just as friends lolol”

Essentially: idiots to lovers. Very big idiots to lovers. 

Moving on from these two’s disastrous love life…(not more disastrous than mine though)

Centaurus:

Represents the constellation of the centaur

Minor goddess of dreams, nightmares, and the subconscious

Sagittarius’ older half sister

Related to Sagittarius through their dad. She also serves as Sagittarius’ advisor.

Centaurus and Sagittarius also have a younger half sister, again, related through their dad.

Chinese, born and raised. Unlike her half brother, she did not run away to America with her mother when she was twelve.

Suffers an extremely large amount from sleep paralysis, insomnia, and other sleep-related disorders due to being the goddess of sleep. Sometimes she also experiences other people’s nightmares if they’re distressed enough. Which is not fun. At all.

She can also, to some extent, manipulate others’ dreams and help interpret prophetic dreams. Additionally, she can use tarot cards to predict possible outcomes for the future.

She’s an actual centaur!! Four legs and horse tail and all!! Except she can change from centaur form to human form. No, she does not give out free rides. If you ask her that, she will kick you with her horse hooves.

She has the sleep schedule of Rexen (rexen this is your reminder to SLEEP. BETTER.) She sleeps at two am and wakes up nine hours later. 

Voice claim: Sweet Dreams remix by Besomorph

Design:

Crux

Represents the constellation of the cross

Minor goddess of music

Lyra’s older sister, 2 years older than Lyra but 3 years younger than their older sister

Korean

As mentioned previously, Lyra’s hands got chopped off due to their parents fucking with a korean gang lord. Crux and their oldest sister got similar treatment. Crux had tally marks carved onto her back, one tally mark for every thousand won (korean currency) their parents owed. Totalling…ooh…150 tally marks in all. Ouchie.

I based Crux off of Raine Whispers, in terms of powers and personality (music powers, very shy and afraid of attention)

Crux can manipulate soundwaves via instruments, and is most skilled at the lyre, the violin, and the flute.

She has perfect pitch, which is the ability to identify any musical note by name after hearing it, without reference to other notes. She can also pick up any instrument pretty quickly after watching someone play it. 

Crux 🤝 Sagittarius for Asians with religious trauma. You think I saw a constellation literally called “The Cross” and thought I wouldn’t give them religious trauma? Hehe no, it’s in the name of ✨SYMBOLISM✨

Voice claim: Saints by Echos

Design:

questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

[jessicasland]

Here is my take on Marvel’s Power Pack.

For my take, I decided to make Alex and Katie adopted children while Julie and Jack are biological siblings and I gave them each different eye colors instead of them all having the same eye color.

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Created with Adobe Illustrator.

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Name: Alexander "Alex" Timothy Powers

Age: 11

DOB: August 11th, 2012

Gotcha Day: August 24th, 2014

Skin: Light Medium Golden

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Blonde

Main Color: White

Power(s): Gravity Manipulation

Occupation: Sixth Grader, Leader of the Power Pack

Facts

-He was adopted by the Powers Family when he was two years old

-He’s three years older than Julie

-Has a fear of failure

-Made himself the leader of the Power Pack simply because he’s the oldest

-He and Katie have a close brother/sister relationship

-Captain of the schools boys soccer team

-He’s the peacemaker of the family

-Will do anything to protect his siblings

-Plays the keyboard piano

-Known to be an active artist and seen sketching and doodling from time to time

-He has a crush on Caitlin Johns

Name: Julia "Julie" Meredith Powers

Age: 8

DOB: December 18th, 2015

Skin: Light Golden

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde

Main Color: Red

Power(s): Flight, Rainbow Trail, Super Speed

Occupation: Third Grader, Member of Power Pack

Facts

-She was born the Friday before Christmas that year

-She’s known to be the brains of the family

-She’s well advanced academically for her age and has a higher IQ than anyone else in her class

-Never once got detention or sent to the principals office

-Leader of the schools mathleetes team

-Made the honor roll four times

-She’s a second leader of the Power Pack

-Known to be an active reader

-Sometimes she’s so smart that it’s scary for the others

-She and Jack don’t often get along as any typical brother and sister would

-Had a fear of snakes

-Plays the violin

-She has a channel where she does all kinds of science experiments

-Her best friend and lab partner is Gregory "Greg" Thompson

Name: Jackson "Jack" Andrew Powers

Age: 7

DOB: March 2nd, 2016

Skin: Light Golden

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Brown

Main Color: Blue

Power(s): Manipulation of Molecular Density

Occupation: Second Grader, Member of Power Pack

Facts

-A year younger than Julie

-The only one in the family with freckles

-Has a massive crush on Jean Grey

-Doesn’t take school seriously

-Known to be the class clown and jokester of the family

-A fan of the “Ninja Master” TV show

-He has a channel where he makes videos of him practicing his skate tricks, playing pranks, and video game commentary

-LOVES to ride his skateboard

-Plays an electric guitar

-He wants to be a rockstar when he grows up

-The messiest of his siblings

-Always doing something to try and impress the ladies

-He’s on the school basketball team

-He is terrified of spiders

-One of the members of his “gaming gang” is a girl named Chrissy Fletcher who is obsessed with him

Name: Katelyn “Katie” Marie Powers

Age: 5

DOB: June 9th, 2018

Gotcha Day: September 15th, 2018

Skin: Very Light Almond

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Light Blonde

Main Color: Yellow

Power(s): Power Balls

Occupation: Kindergartner, Member of Power Pack

Facts

-Adopted by the Powers when she was three months old

-A big fan of cartoons (especially Spongebob, Wild Kratts, and Bluey)

-Has a special crochet plush turtle that was a gift to her from the court on her adoption hearing day

-Loves stuffed animals

-Her favorite animals are ponies and penguins

-Has a fear of clowns and the dark

-Often gets picked on because she’s the smallest of her siblings

-She can’t sleep unless the light in the bathroom is on

-Her favorite thing in the world is chocolate milk

-She can’t read very well yet so the others have to help her

-Plays the tambourine

-She takes ballet classes three days out of the week

-Her very best friend is Franklin “Frankie” Richards

[journalofsorts2]

i have a very deep-seated need to please and a very deep-seated fear of getting caught that go hand in hand. i've spent as long as i can remember making myself palletable. to people who don't really get to know me (which ends up being a lot of people) i seem very bland, very neutral, very quiet. i present myself with only the characteristics i know for a fact i won't get made fun of for. i tell someone that i do art, not that i have characters and stories and lots and lots of shitty doodles. art is something very opened ended, so i've learned it's a safe characteristic to present. writing is not because then they ask what about and i have to lie and not say fanfiction or personal stories or this fucking journal. i listen to a lot of music, they ask what genre. classical is something i thoroughly enjoy, in fact i played violin in elementary, but i don't listen to it very often. however classical is always a safe answer. another characteristic to present. video games is and iffy one. i do play a lot of video games but that is something that can potentially be interpreted negatively so i have to be brave to bring it up. bike riding is always positive. it means im exercising, it means im getting out of the house. always positive. reading is also open ended. technically yes, i do a lot of reading. is it books? no not really. is it fanfiction? yes. but people assume books when you say reading so generally a safe option. but im so deeply terrified i'll get caught enjoying something that other people deem cringe or something and then i'll get made fun of. i guess thats what this really boils down to. a very very intense fear of getting made fun of. i am genuinely terrified of getting made fun of. and it's not a mystery, i know exactly why. i grew up in a house of bullies. i was the black sheep of the family and my only allies were my black sheep of a dad and my light gray sheep brother and sister. but my oldest sister and oldest brother and mother, they were all pristine white sheep. and they made sure i knew i was different. and it wasn't any better at school. i don't really remember a lot from early school years. but i do remember being alone a lot. and i do remember struggling to fit in. so this fear of getting made fun of comes from living my early life actually getting made fun of for everything, at home and at school. idk man. lost my train of thought.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

250 of 2023

Mercury: What’s your full name?

...and what else? Do you really think I’m gonna share my last name here?

Venus: What’s your first language?

Dutch.

Earth: Where’s your home?

Where my heart is. Middelkerke, Belgium.

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

Gay, but asexual.

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

Yes, one younger sister.

Saturn: Any pets?

Two cats, both girls.

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

Photography and travels.

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

In a week.

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

23:13, it’s night.

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

Nothing, my uni is on hiatus.

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol?

Lol no, I don’t even know what it is. Are you kidding me?

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?

Yeah, almost.

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

No, and I don’t want to.

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?

I’ve been to six countries in total, all in Europe.

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness?

I’m not a crybaby.

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?

Taking my medication.

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?

The people I love, and my cats.

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone?

No, my bones are ridiculously strong.

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

No. I keep secrets because that’s my nature, and I’m a terrible liar.

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Yeah, that friend who used to call me “his little brother”. I’ve heard his depression went really bad.

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

Had sex lol.

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Christmas and summer vacations.

Orion: Favourite month?

June and July.

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

I don’t like these “favourite” questions. How can I choose just one book if I love to read??

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Physics.

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Piano, violin, harp, cello.

Gemini: Favourite song?

Too many to mention. How on earth am I supposed to choose just one?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

My hometown. Or the beach nearby.

Libra: Favourite colour?

Black and green.

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

All my hoodies and cargo trousers. Nothing tight.

Aries: Favourite movie?

Ew, movies. Boring.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Either warm and sunny or thunderstorms.

Hydra: Favourite sound?

Sea waves on thr beach, cat’s purring, the sound of rain/wind outside the window (especially at night), thunders.

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend? 

Marc, I suppose.

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?

Half and half.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I don’t. For me, it’s nothing more than infatuation. How can you fall for someone you know nothing about?

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

At the age of 22. Never felt the need before that.

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

0/10 lol. I come across as flirty (that’s what others say), but I absolutely have no clue how to do it consciously XD

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much?

No, he left me. It was the time of emotional turmoil.

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to?

He(’s already my husband.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

I love my husband, that’s it. I have some platonic interests, too.

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?

No, I don’t think so.

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity?

No, I’m a terrible liar.

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship?

Friendship, no. Relationship, mostly yes.

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup?

No, but it was a painful time nonetheless.

Comet: What’s your big dream?

To be healthy.

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

No health problems, big house, my husband and cats beside me, and going to work because I absolutely love my job.

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

“You’re intriguing”. There is someone whose name I don’t know, but I’ve seen him several times and he’s really intriguing.

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

That brain incident.

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?

My grandma, but she’s not a thing.

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

The same thing as I do now. Working in my job, travelling, living with my husband and cats.

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

Travel around the world.

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?

My husband, easy.

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

Becoming friends with someone. Or rather three “someones”.

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

Holy shit, a bunch of triggering questions out there.

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Philza's deal part 1

so, this philza's deal is where he made the worst deal with a god. let's go

context: and was born in the mid to late 1860s, he was never given chance to be a teenager and was forced to be a proper adult when he was 15 or 14. so he had a brother about 6 years older than philza and he was named William and he had a sister who had nickname of lily. he was an older teen, and it was 1880s and he was newly 19.

society of this time didn't like how William would be making things like stories, art, writings and other things and playing his violin. so most just side lined him, and he did have nice things since their family was pretty wealthy and their mom wanted them to flaunt that.

when philza got the consumption plague at late 17 years old, and nearly died he looked so bad like he was a walking skeleton when he was cured of the sickness but 2 hours after his mother told philza and 4 other siblings that the oldest kid who is Willaim has died to the snow.

this cause Lilly to hide all of Willaim's things that he truly cares for. thanks to a letter in his ring box, siting on his chair where he writes. the half of his jewelry, clothing, shoes, and some other things too but the other half which he was forced to used and take was sold or given away.

so, he has survived a sickness, a terrible family fight with his and another big family thanks to his aunt and mother of richshire family and now he lost his closest male sibling. so, there we are with him on his bed thinking about the story about people have wings given by the gods, so he thinks like go. he says to the family going "i swear on my life I will get some wings like the past." so he set off.

end of context

this man thinks it is a great a thought to try to challenge his fate with mumza who was called lady death by most mortals and suntail the goddess of fate, life, the sun and creation, which with all the myths about fate and what happens when you mess with fate, he dooms himself with that.

(yes, in my head cannon of sbi he did name his son Wilbur after his late brother :))

[the-celestial-bitch]

people who find Omori's twist unbelievable either:

dont have a sibling

havent tried a forced duet with the said sibling