#lots of dimitri and isaac

[erinravenseeker]

there's this really fun dialogue that paranatural has with itself about parental/adult responsibility and to what extent we should shield children from the harsher realities of the world. or, as Zack puts it, Everybody's Beef With Their Weird Dad.

This is a sort of half-baked analysis that should really just be taken as my own personal observations and opinions. Also Big Spoilers.

From the get-go we can see that Grandpa Guerra's approach to training Isabel has strained their relationship immensely, because he focuses so much on making her strong enough to survive what's coming but refuses to actually tell her the risks involved. Whatever it is, is dangerous enough to convert every Consortium spy that comes into town to his side, and yes maybe he's right to think she's too young for whatever is that serious, but it also means she's also walking into this blindly.

Gwen Burger's sentiment in the dream sounds great. "Yes, let us adults clean up our mess," is exactly the sort of thing we want from our elders, that they don't destroy their homes and leave us with the wreckage. But there's another side to the coin here. She and the rest of the adults insist on shielding the kids from the truth, but withholding information means there's no backup plan if they DO fail, just that everyone's back at square one. She avoids taking responsibility for her mistakes by insisting that it's fine, she still has time to fix them, so you don't have to worry about it. We can't fix the mistakes of our elders, or avoid them in the first place, if we don't know what those mistakes are.

In this way she's also denying the autonomy of the kids. Spender & Zarei are already involved with whatever happened, so this is a burden they will have to carry later. Isn't it better to make sure they understand and are better prepared now? (Cody's section of the story has some similar or parallel ideas about autonomy and overprotectiveness but I'm not going to go into it too much, mostly because I haven't really collected my thoughts on it.) To Gwen's credit, she does realise this upon Mina's insistence moments later, which leads BL to tell them the bare minimum of what a wight actually is:

Which brings us to the main gang. Spender insists to himself that he is going to do his best to protect them, and train them to protect themselves, and he'll go off and do what needs to be done without them when the time it right, but let's face it. They're all at risk by simply associating with him. So he also tries his best to make them into a team that can protect themselves, while keeping things lighthearted and never letting them get too close to the darkness. Over the past few chapters the tone isn't really any less irreverent, but the stakes have massively shifted from overdramatic-teenage-middle-school-bullshit to oh-god-this-is-actually-serious. And part of why everything is still pretty upbeat is that none of the kids really have the full picture of all the dark corners, nor should they have to be exposed to that. But it also means that they're under-equipped for danger they're already stuck in the middle of.

And especially Dimitri. Dimitri is fantastic because he is the PERFECT encapsulation of all of these themes.

In his home life, his parents don't openly talk about their struggles, so he doesn't get to share in any of the responsibility. Instead he privately takes on all the guilt, because nobody bothers to properly absolve him of it. He takes on this same philosophy of "sacrifice [was] best honored when its cost remained concealed", sacrificing himself almost entirely for other people without complaint, which then later creates the same problem for Isaac that Dimitri's parents did for him.

In the world of the supernatural, to everyone (including himself) he can almost be viewed as the most separate from everything going on. He left the Activity Club, he doesn't actively fight ghosts or anything, his family is about to move out of town. He is entirely burdenless in this fateful struggle.

And yet he's actually the closest to the centre of everything, the fulcrum on which the spirit world of MBayview turns. Dimitri has been host to Peekaboo practically since he was born, and that whole time he has had to suppress his own emotions and play to what others want in order to appease what is essentially a toddler with the power of a god, just to keep it from thoughtlessly hurting him.

This is already his burden, the Activity Club's burden. Preserving childlike innocence is a noble pursuit and deserve not to feel burdened by the struggles of their seniors. But if these burdens are going to be thrust upon them nonetheless, is it then cruel or kind, to put them through pain now in order to make sure they have a steady footing in the days to come?

[pancakemolybdenum]

isaac finally joins the cool outfit gang

Max

Isabel

Ed

[eunoia-writes]

The babysitter • bodyguard!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Victor Dimitri has had enough of his daughter and her wild streak. When she crosses a boundary even she knows she shouldn’t have, he hires her a personal bodyguard or in her words, A babysitter. When he comes into her life she’s defiant won’t listen to a word he says but Rafe is used to a challenge

Warnings: Mention of violence, Dark themes, murder, Kidnapping, drug trafficking and Abuse, Neglectful parents, sexual themes, eventual Smut- MDI

Three

Previous

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Y/N had been ignoring Rafe for days now.

She barely left her room, only emerging for meals, and even then, she acted as though he didn’t exist. He was used to her silent treatment by now, but this time, it annoyed him more than he’d like to admit.

Still, he let her have her space. She’d come around eventually.

And apparently, tonight was the night she was going to try and smooth things over.

One evening, she appeared in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, chin tilted up in that defiant way that drove him crazy.

“I’m going out for dinner with Sasha and the girls,” she announced.

Rafe barely glanced up from his phone, masking the way his body instantly tensed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He hummed, nodding slightly. “Good.”

She hesitated, clearly expecting an argument. When she didn’t get one, she just shrugged, grabbed her bag, and turned toward the door.Rafe pushed himself off the couch, grabbing his keys.

She turned to him with a groan. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He held the door open for her, waiting. “Let’s go.”

She huffed but stomped past him, heading toward the car.

The drive was quiet at first, but then, Rafe let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he tapped the steering wheel.

“What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he said, smirking. “I’m just really glad you decided not to go out with Isaac.”

Y/N tensed. “Oh… yeah.”

“I mean, you’d have to be insane to still want to see that guy But I knew you’d make the smart choice.”

She swallowed. “Yeah, of course.”

Rafe glanced over at her, his smirk widening. “See? Maybe you can learn to listen to me.”She rolled her eyes, staring out the window.

A few minutes later, they pulled up outside the restaurant. And that’s when Rafe’s mood immediately soured.

Because standing there, waiting by the entrance, was Isaac.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenching so hard it ached.

Y/N immediately reached for the door handle, but Rafe locked the doors before she could get out.

Her head snapped toward him. “Rafe—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice was low, deadly.

She swallowed, gripping the strap of her purse. “I—”

“You lied to me,” he growled.

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh my god, Rafe, it’s just dinner. It’s not that deep.”

He turned in his seat, his glare burning into her. “You lied to my face. Unbelievable.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being such a prick about this,” she shot back. “It’s not like I’m marrying the guy.”

“You’re not going in there.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

And before she could react, he was reaching across the console, grabbing ger phone out of her hand.

Isaac stood there, looking thoroughly confused. Rafe shot him a glare so deadly that the guy took an instinctive step back. Rafe tossed her phone into the backseat before she could do anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped.

“Shut up,” he muttered, reversing out of the parking lot.

“I hate you.”

“Cool.”

She seethed in silence the entire drive home.

When they got back, she stomped into the living room, throwing herself onto the couch with her arms crossed.

Rafe leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair before sighing. “You done pouting yet?”

Nothing.

He exhaled sharply. “I had my friend Jake look into Isaac.”She didn’t react, but he knew he had her attention. “He’s got a long history of being a piece of shit,” he continued. “Fraud, assault charges, a couple of restraining orders. You really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

She scoffed. “Bullshit.”

Rafe pulled out his phone, scrolled through the messages Jake had sent him, and tossed it onto the table in front of her.

“Read it.”

She hesitated before picking up the phone. As her eyes scanned the texts, her face slowly fell.

She swallowed. “I—”

Rafe waited.

She set the phone down, avoiding his gaze. “I’m… sorry.”

His lips twitched slightly. “It’s my job, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything more.”

A silence settled between them, but this time, it wasn’t tense. It was… comfortable.

She stood up from the couch shortly after heading towards the back door

“Where are you going?” Rafe asked watching her from the couch

“I just need air.” She mumbled as he got up and followed her out as she made her way down to the pond at the end of the garden. She sat down picking at the grass below her as Rafe hovered behind her unsure if she should sit down

“You can sit you know.” She said not looking back at him but feeling his presence. And he did just that. Rafe took a seat next to her not too close but close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating off him.

The pair sat in silence for a while neither one of them ready to start the conversation. He knew she was upset at what he’d shown her about Isaac but he didn’t know how to approach the topic without upsetting her more.

Y/N let out a sigh, shivering slightly as the cool night air nipped at her skin. The estate grounds were quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the garden lights. She pulled her arms around herself, regretting not grabbing a jacket before coming outside.

Rafe noticed.

Without a word, he shrugged off his own jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She blinked in surprise but pulled it tighter around herself, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. “Thank you.”

He nodded, settling onto the bench beside her.

“You don’t have to sit with me out here,” she murmured. “I’m not gonna run off.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “You sure about that?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, the usual tension that existed between them momentarily absent.

“Tell me about you,” she said after a beat.

Rafe raised a brow. “There’s not much to tell.”

“If we’re going to be stuck together every day for the foreseeable future, don’t you think we should get to know each other?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Fine. You go first.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked and she rolled her eyes with a soft smile playing on her lips

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“Answer the question.”

He sighed, but there was amusement in her voice when she responded, “Fine… red.”

he nodded, processing her answer. “Your turn.”

“Green,” He said “What’s your favorite flower?”

“Why? You gonna buy me some to win me over?” she teased.

“Y/N.”

She smirked before sighing. “Lilies.”

Rafe hummed. “Good choice.”

She leaned back laying down on the grass, looking up at the sky. “What did you want to be when you were growing up?”

“An astronaut.”

She turned to look at him, surprised. “Really?”

He nodded. “What about you?”

“A princess.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle. “Well, you’re halfway there.”

She rolled her eyes. “Funny.”

A gentle breeze blew through the garden, ruffling her hair slightly. Rafe watched as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

“What were you doing before you were hired by my dad?” she asked.

“I worked for a friend of his,” he admitted. “Just security stuff. His friend recommended me when your dad mentioned needing someone… said he should hire someone closer to your age. That you’d cope better.”

She frowned. “Aren’t you like, twenty-six? How is that close to my age?”

“Watch it, princess, you’re twenty-two.”

She huffed but didn’t argue.

“My turn,” he said. “Why have you been lashing out?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. She exhaled through her nose, staring down at her hands.

“It’s the only way to get him to notice me,” she admitted.

Rafe frowned. “He notices you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” she whispered. “To him, I’m just another obligation. Another issue he has to fix. Not his daughter.”

Rafe was silent for a moment. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I wish it wasn’t.”

His chest tightened at the rawness in her voice, the way her usual sharp edges seemed dulled by exhaustion.

“Tell me about your family,” she said suddenly, shifting the subject.

He hesitated but eventually answered, “My mom wasn’t in the picture growing up, but I had my dad. He was a hardass with a mean streak… and I felt like I had to protect my sisters from him.”

She lifted her gaze. “Sisters?”

“Sarah and Louisa.”

“Do you miss them?”

His jaw tensed. “Yeah… but I got into some bad shit. It was better for me to leave than drag them into that.”

She studied him carefully. “What bad shit?”

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down his face.

“I got into drugs. Real bad. Was basically an addict,” he admitted. “Started hurting people. I wasn’t a good guy.”Her heart clenched slightly at the admission.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Rafe glanced at her. “Why are you sorry?”

“Must have been difficult.”

His lips twitched slightly, as if surprised by her empathy. “It was.”

She gave a small nod. “I’m glad you told me.”

He scoffed lightly. “Don’t go using it against me.”

She smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Silence settled between them again, but this time, it wasn’t awkward. It was… understanding.

Rafe checked his watch. “We should head back inside. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

For once, she didn’t argue. Didn’t protest. She just nodded, letting him guide her back toward the house, his hand resting lightly against the small of her back.

As they stepped inside, she hesitated before turning to him.

“Do you want to watch TV with me?”

His brows raised slightly, surprised by the offer. But then he nodded.

“Sure.”

At some point, she drifted off, curled up on the couch. Rafe sighed, running a hand down his face. He should wake her up. Instead, he just looked at her.

She was beautiful.

Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, lips slightly parted, and her breathing was slow and steady. After a moment, he carefully scooped her up into his arms and carried her upstairs.

She stirred slightly when he set her down on the bed but didn’t wake up.

He hesitated before brushing a stray curl from her face.

Then he left, heading to his own room to get some work done. Not even ten minutes later, there was a knock at his door.

“Come in,” he called. Her father stepped inside, hands clasped behind his back.

“How’s it going?” he asked. Rafe exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She’s stubborn as hell.”

A chuckle. “That she is.”

“But I think I made progress tonight.”

Her dad nodded, pleased. “Good. Very good.”

Then he smirked slightly. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, isn’t it?”

Rafe stilled. “Yeah?”

“Which means it’s your day off.” Rafe clenched his jaw but nodded. Her dad patted him on the shoulder. “Enjoy your day off, son.”

—

Y/N woke up the next morning, stretching.

Something felt off.

She got up, grabbed her robe, and made her way downstairs. “Dad?” she called. He looked up from the dining table. “Morning.”

“Where’s Rafe?” she asked looking around the room to make sure she hadn’t missed him

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s Sunday.”

She frowned. “And?”

Her dad sighed, setting down his coffee. “It’s his day off, Y/N.”

“Oh.” She tried to ignore the weird pit in her stomach. So, she did what she always did when she had an ounce of freedom.

Y/N stood in front of her full-length mirror, examining the final touches of her outfit. A sleek black dress hugged her curves perfectly, the hem stopping just above mid-thigh. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, and her makeup was flawless—just enough to make her look effortlessly stunning.

Her phone was propped up on the vanity, speaker on as her best friend, Sasha, giggled through the line.

“Okay, tell me again why you’re so determined to ditch Rafe tonight?” Sasha asked, amusement laced in her tone.

“Because, Sash, I refuse to have him trailing behind me like some overbearing babysitter,” Y/N huffed, swiping on one last coat of lip gloss. “Tonight is supposed to be fun. You know, one of our feral nights out—no rules, no drama, just chaos and shots.”

“Oh, I love when you get like this,” Sasha laughed. “So how exactly are you ditching Mr. Tall, Broody, and Controlling?”

Y/N smirked as she slipped on her heels. “My dad gave him Sundays off, remember?”

Sasha gasped. “No way. You have a Rafe-free night?”

“Exactly,” Y/N grinned. “I can finally breathe.”

“Girl, you better take full advantage of this. I want you sloppy, I want you dancing on tables, I want—”

“You want me to end up in a ditch?” Y/N snorted.

“I want you to have a night to remember.”

Y/N laughed, grabbing her bag. “Pick me up in ten.”

“Done.”

She hung up the phone, took one last glance at herself in the mirror, and smirked. Tonight was her night.

Just as she was about to step out the door she got a message. From Rafe.

Rafe: don’t do anything stupid tonight

She laughed slightly before typing back

Y/n: would I ever

—

The club was alive.

The bass of the music thrummed through her chest, neon lights flashed in hypnotic patterns, and the air was thick with alcohol, perfume, and sweat. Bodies moved together on the dance floor, drinks were poured relentlessly, and laughter mixed with the hum of conversation.

Y/N was in her element.

She and Sasha had wasted no time throwing back shots the second they arrived, the burn of tequila warming her throat as she slammed the glass back onto the bar with a grin.

Sasha whooped, wrapping an arm around her. “That’s my girl! We are getting messy tonight.”

Y/N giggled, already feeling the early buzz seep into her system. She scanned the club, taking in the familiar chaos, when one of their friends leaned in closer, a smirk playing on her lips.

“So… where’s Rafe?” Lucy asked

Y/N rolled her eyes, immediately ordering another drink. “Not here.”

Her friend snickered. “You sound way too excited about that.”

“Because I am,” Y/N declared, accepting the new shot and knocking it back without hesitation. “I swear, he’s always breathing down my neck, acting like I’m some fragile little thing that needs protecting. But guess what? I’m not.”

Sasha nodded in agreement. “Yeah, babe can handle herself.”

Her friend raised a brow. “Mm-hmm. And yet, you’re still talking about him.”

Y/N scoffed, grabbing Sasha’s drink and downing it just to prove a point.

“See? Not talking about him,” she said, voice already tinged with drunken confidence.

“Uh-huh.”

Y/N ignored the smirk her friend was giving her, choosing instead to drag Sasha toward the dance floor.

They lost themselves in the music, the beat pulsing through their veins as they swayed and laughed, hands in the air, heads thrown back in unfiltered joy.

More shots.

More drinks.

More bad decisions.

At some point, Y/N had taken off her heels, dancing barefoot on the velvet carpet. She had no idea how long they had been there, only that the room spun in the most delightful way, her limbs loose, her laughter uncontrollable.

“Another round?” Sasha shouted over the music. But y/n had already disappeared

Y/n found herself the bathroom, phone in hand. Before she could stop herself, she called him. He picked up after one ring.

“Where the fuck are you?” He asked hearing the buzz of music in the background of the call

She sniffled. “I hate you.”

“Y/N.”

“You’re ruining my life,” she sobbed.

“Where are you?” He ignored the comment

“At the bar.” She mumbled

“ON YOUR OWN?” Rafe yelled she could hear the jingle of his keys on the other end of the phone

“N-No, one of the other bodyguards is here, but I don’t—I can’t see him.”

She heard him curse under his breath.

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I don’t care.” He snapped

She hiccupped. “You’re always so mean to me.”

He sighed. “Listen, pretty, I know you’re upset. I’m ten minutes out, okay? Just stay where you are.”

Her heart stuttered at the nickname.

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He whispered

“Don’t hang up…please.” She mumbled leaving the bathroom and heading to the bar. Y/N swayed slightly as she leaned against the bar, phone pressed to her ear. The club pulsed around her—music vibrating through the floor, neon lights flashing, drunken laughter echoing from all directions. But none of that mattered. The only thing keeping her grounded was the deep, steady voice on the other end of the line.

“You still with me, pretty?”

His voice was sharp, controlled, but underneath it, there was an edge—something dangerous.

She let out a small sigh. “Mhm.”

A pause. Then, quieter, “You okay?”

She ran a hand through her tangled hair, blinking against the haze of alcohol. “I think I drank too much.”

Rafe swore under his breath. “Stay where you are. I’m almost there.”

She smirked to herself. “You’re always telling me what to do.”

“Because you never fucking listen,” he snapped.

That made her giggle. “Touché.”

He sighed. “Almost there, pretty.”

She bit her lip. That word again. She liked it.

Then—his voice dropped even lower. “Y/N. Get your ass outside. Now.”

She groaned dramatically, but against her better judgment, she obeyed.

The night air was crisp as Y/N stepped outside, the chill instantly biting at her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly as the neon glow from the club cast shifting colors across the pavement.

She had expected the same sleek black car waiting for her, the same serious Rafe Cameron stepping out in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional bodyguard her father had hired.

But that wasn’t what she got.

Instead, he was leaning against his car in nothing but a pair of grey joggers and a black hoodie, the sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal his forearms. His hair was tousled, not gelled back like usual, and there was no gun holstered at his side, no suit jacket stiffening his posture.

He looked… different.

He looked good.

No, not just good—cute. Not that she’d ever admit it.

Y/N swallowed hard, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be pissed at him. But then his sharp blue eyes locked onto hers, scanning her up and down.

And he was furious.

His jaw clenched, his shoulders stiffening as he pushed off the car. “Get in.”

She hesitated. “Rafe, I—”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N.”

His voice was low, barely restrained, and for the first time tonight, she realized just how angry he was.

Before she could move, the doors of the club burst open behind her, and her assigned bodyguard—the bodyguard—came running out, face pale, eyes wide with panic.

“Oh, fuck—oh, fuck—where did she—” He skidded to a stop when he saw her standing there. “Jesus Christ, I thought I lost you—”

Rafe moved so fast she barely saw it happen.

One second, he was standing beside his car. The next, he had the guy by the collar, slamming him into the brick wall behind them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rafe growled, voice dark, menacing.

The bodyguard barely had time to process what was happening. “I—I just turned around for a second—”

“A second?” Rafe’s grip tightened. “You lost her in a fucking club?!”

“I—she said she was going to the bathroom, I thought—”

“And you believed her?” Rafe shoved him harder against the wall. “What kind of fucking moron are you?”

“I—I won’t let it happen again—”

“You’re damn right you won’t. Because if you ever take your eyes off her again, I will personally make sure you neverwork security again. Do you fucking understand me?”

The bodyguard stammered something incoherent, his face ghostly white.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She had never seen Rafe like this. Never.

She knew he had a temper, had seen him get irritated, seen him be cold and distant. But this? This was something else. This was rage. This was pure, unfiltered fury.

And it was all for her.

She should’ve been scared. Maybe a little concerned. Instead, her chest tightened in a way she didn’t quite understand.

“Rafe,” she said softly.

His grip didn’t loosen

“Rafe,” she tried again, stepping closer.

His shoulders were still rigid, but he finally turned his head, his piercing gaze meeting hers.

“Take me home,” she murmured.

For a moment, it seemed like he was going to ignore her, like he was still too pissed to let it go. But then he exhaled sharply, his grip on the guy’s collar relaxing before he shoved him away with a disgusted scoff.

The bodyguard stumbled, catching himself against the wall. Rafe didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he walked straight to the car and opened the passenger door, jerking his chin toward her.

“Get in.”

She obeyed without another word.

The silence in the car was thick, suffocating. Y/N sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her head resting against the window. The neon lights of the city flashed past them, but she barely noticed.

Rafe’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white as he stared straight ahead, his jaw still clenched. She stole a glance at him.

Even now, still simmering with anger, he looked—good. The way his hoodie stretched across his shoulders, the way his joggers hung low on his hips. It was a stark contrast to the tailored suits he usually wore, and she hated how much she liked it.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they pulled up to the house.

Rafe killed the engine and immediately stepped out, stalking around to open her door.

She blinked up at him. “You don’t have to—”

“Get inside.” His voice was softer now, but still firm. She swallowed, nodding as she climbed out.

He followed her up the stairs, and when they reached her bedroom door, he exhaled. “You need to get ready for bed.”

She groaned. “Don’t wanna.”

“Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, but as she stepped toward the bathroom, her foot caught on the rug, and she stumbled.

Rafe caught her instantly.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Alright, that’s it. You’re done making decisions tonight.”

She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’re being… nice.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Don’t get used to it, princess.”

She flopped down on the edge of her bed, kicking off her heels. Rafe disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a makeup wipe.

Then—to her absolute shock—he crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up as he gently wiped the smudged mascara and foundation from her face.

His touch was gentle.

Y/N swallowed. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Clearly, I do.”

She pouted slightly. “You’re bossy.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

Still, he let her lean on him as he helped her change into an oversized T-shirt, then passed her a bottle of water and two aspirin.

“Drink.”

She took small sips, watching him carefully.

After a moment, he exhaled. “I know this is hard for you. Having me follow your every move, breathing down your neck. I know you hate it.”

She bit her lip, not saying anything.

“I don’t mean to be overbearing,” he continued. “I just… I need to look out for you.”

She turned to him. “I know it’s not your fault.”

He studied her carefully. “I’m sorry for saying I hate you,” she muttered.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. “Apology accepted.”

She exhaled, leaning back against the pillows.

For the first time in a long time, it felt easy. A comfortable silence settled between them. Rafe watched as her breathing slowed, her eyes fluttering shut. He should’ve gotten up, should’ve gone to his own room. But instead, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She was already asleep.

[ratbastardz]

MASC SCIENTIST – NPT / ID PACK — ★

System names: The Alchemist, The Rabbit Hole Of Science, The Wonders Of Discovery, The Answer Seekers, The Earth Travelers, The Learners Of Truth, The Periodic System Of Elements, The Researchers

Names: Arthur, Isaac, Atlas, Benjamin, Jonas, Dimitri, Christian, Andreas, Carson, Erwin, Jacques, Leo, James, Louis, Thomas, Vincent, Axon, Alan, Bill, Edward

Pronouns: he/him, hy/hym, hx/hxm, h?/h?m, DNA/DNAs, chem/chems, vial/vials, lab/labs, cell/cells, sci/science, tox/toxic, bio/bios , experi/experis, goggle/goggles, haz/hazard, test/tests, subject/subjects, electro/electros, mole/cule, atom/atoms, dis/cover, geni/genius, beaker/beakers, micro/scope, lab/coat, test/tube, petri/dish, clamp/clamps, burner/burners, carbon/dioxide, alka/line, tele/scope, study/studys, clean/cleans, 🧬/🧬s, 📋/📋s, 💉/💉s, 🧫/🧫s, 🧪/🧪s, 🔭/🔭s, 🥼/🥼s, 🥽/🥽s, 🔬/🔬s, ⚗️/⚗️s

Titles: He Who Has All The Answers, He Who Studies, He Who Works Relentlessly, He Who Experiments, He Who Balances Chemicals, He Who Craves Knowledge, He Who Seeks The Truth, He Who Creates Compounds, He Who Creates, He Who Destroys, He Who Creates And Destroys, He Who Creates But Never Destroys, He Who Holds Vials, He Who Is Intellectually Inclined, He Who Has Reached A Breakthrough, He Who Is Ever So Brilliant

(He/him is used for the purpose of the theme, it can be swapped for any pronoun :3!!)

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[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Nine

“Your pretty face and electric soul.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Good morning, readers! Sorry for putting yall through the wringer in Chapter Eight. It will happen again, but not in this chapter! This one is a lot sweeter. If you haven’t read Chapter Eight yet I highly suggest you do so because this chapter won’t make a lot of sense without it. Also as always my inbox and DMs are always open so if you want to come scream at me after a chapter feel free to do so! Every single one of y'alls comments and thoughts means the world to me and I love hearing what you think. 😘😘😘

Word Count: 7310

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, allusions to violence, SMUT, 18+, minors DNI, blood play, teasing, brat taming if you squint, fang play(?), I think that’s it. :)

Sixteen hours. That's how long Josh had been asleep. The first two hours, you didn’t even move. You just held him as he slept, gently cleaning up any blood with a towel and running your fingers through his hair. Eventually, you shifted from behind him and got him properly tucked in. But you kept your promise, your eyes never left him for a second. After redressing you laid down next to him on the bed over the duvet. 

You were so focused on him that you didn’t even hear the door open, or notice Dimitri standing next to the bed. 

“How is our dear Joshua?”

Without looking up, you say,, “he’s fine.”

“How long has it been?”

“Sixteen hours.”

Dimitri hummed in response, “how long did it take for you to wake up?”

“Two nights.”

“Typically it's around the same amount of time for a Maker and their new Vampire,” he paused and said, “have you slept at all, darling?”

Ignoring his question you replied, “some people don’t wake up at all…”

“Oh that's very rare, and you know that-”

“Rare, but not impossible.” 

“I knew someone who took six nights to come back, and do you remember that Mary girl who lived with us during the twenties? She took over a week. It all just depends, darling.” 

“How long did you take?”

He looked off in the distance for a moment, “roughly three nights. Woke up in the basement of a church of all places.”

“I was in a carriage,” you said softly, the memories floating back to you, “in the middle of the day, no less. He was inside, sleeping.” For a moment, you were back in that carriage, terrified and unsure of where you were. You had made the mistake of pulling one of the curtains to the side to look out the window, only to be immediately met with searing pain on your hand from the sun. It was hours before your Maker came back to check on you. 

Dimitri shook his head, “Isaac wasn’t the most…thoughtful of Maker’s.”

You sat up on the bed, laughing a little, “that's putting it mildly.” 

“Have you heard from him at all?”

“Not since ‘84, and even that was too much.” 

Dimitri chuckled slightly before turning towards the door, “you should come downstairs, Portia and Magnus are finally back from their holiday. They’d love to see you.”

You shook your head and looked back at Josh, “no, I’m good…I’m staying up here.”

He smiled warmly, “I meant what I said last night, that you must mean a lot to him. Some people beg to be turned for other reasons, power, immortality, staying young forever, but he simply didn’t want to see you hurt. He didn’t even hesitate once he heard the terms. Love like that is rare.” 

The l-word caught you off guard and you sputtered, “I don’t know…I mean…we’ve barely even…it's kind of soon for that.”

“We’re Vampires, darling, since when do we care about time?” You were silent, trying to will the blush away from your skin. Before he left the room, he said, “if you need anything, just call for Phillip. He’ll bring you anything you need.” 

You resisted the urge to make a smartass comment about Phillip, “thank you, Dimitri.”

“Any time, darling,” he said before disappearing down the hall. 

Josh remained still in the bed, having not moved very much at all in the last few hours. You reached over and brushed his curls back again, and you weren’t sure if you were soothing Josh or soothing yourself. 

As the hours passed, you could not fight off sleep any longer, eventually letting it wash over you as you laid beside your lover. It wasn’t a restful sleep, in fact you found yourself waking up every other hour or so. Each time you’d sit up and check the time, noting how long it had been. You were still so full from the draining that you couldn’t even fathom feeding for at least a couple more days. Dimitri had checked in a few more times, sitting beside the bed to keep you company, but you turned down any invitation to come downstairs. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t miss him waking up, you were not going to chance Josh waking up frightened and alone. You wouldn’t let history repeat itself. 

~!~

Miles away, a now solitary hunter paced around his brother’s apartment. He had not felt ‘right’ in hours. Specifically, sixteen hours and five minutes. His Witch had tried to calm him down several times, but this was something she couldn’t fix. Not with her words, not with her love, and not with her magic.

~!~

It was the second night now, and you were dozing next to him. Movement next to you had you snapping your eyes open, and you saw Josh had rolled over on his side, facing you. His eyes were still closed, but his brows were knitted tightly together, and a frown was fixed on his face. 

You reached out, wanting to smooth your hand over his face, but his hand shot out from under the covers and snatched your wrist midair. The reflex was too fast, and his grip was too hard to be…human. Your entire body froze. 

Suddenly his eyes snapped open, his brown eyes staring at you, but not seeing you. You were flipped onto your back as he hovered over you, hand still gripping your wrist next to your head. He was still looking at you as if he didn’t recognize you. That was common after a Vampire wakes up, as the adjustment period was far longer than the movies and books would lead you to believe. 

“Boy Scout…,” you whispered slightly, hoping to jog his memory.

A low rumble came from his chest in response. That was another thing, it often took Vampires a little while to regain the ability to speak. 

Breathing heavily over you, his eyes raked down your form and his other hand reached towards your face. Those soft fingertips of his grazed your cheek, tracing your bone structure, your nose, and down your neck. His hand curled around your neck, his thumb slid across your jaw and landed on your lips, a familiar move he had done many times. 

You remained stock still, letting him explore. His eyes hadn’t met yours again, instead he was staring down at your lips while his thumb rubbed your bottom lip a few times. Taking a chance, you slightly puckered your lips to kiss the pad of his thumb. He blinked several times before finally looking up and into your eyes. There he was. His eyes softened immediately and he opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He tried again, but it wasn’t happening for now. 

“It’s ok…you don’t have to talk right now, Josh,” you whispered. 

Instead, he crashed his lips onto yours, and sank his body down to rest fully on top of you. The hand wrapped around your wrist let go and slid up to thread his fingers in yours, which you gladly squeezed back. Now it was your turn to reach up and cup his face, feeling his muscles move as he tilted his head to get a better angle. 

But the sweet moment was cut short by him wrenching away from your face in pain. He sat up and straddled your waist, hands covering his mouth as he groaned into his palms. His fangs. They were trying to come down but he didn’t know how to relax and let it happen. Contrary to how they’re depicted in various forms of media, fangs don’t just instantly ‘click’ down. It's a skill. A skill one has to learn and hone in order to be able to feed properly and efficiently. 

You carefully sat up and gently took his hands away from his face. His eyes looked scared again, and you quickly shushed him and softly spread your thumbs across his upper lip where his gums were. He winced a little at the sensitivity as his hands rested on your forearms. 

“It's your fangs trying to come out for the first time. You have to relax, Josh,” he looked at you skeptically, “they can’t come down until you relax. Breathe through your nose for me? Yeah?” 

He fully sat down on your thighs, and did what he was told and took deep breaths through his nose. His eyes were trained on you the entire time. He could feel his teeth begin to move, his canine teeth especially. It felt like an invisible force was prying them out of his mouth. 

“I know it hurts, it always does the first few times, but soon you won’t even feel it happening, I promise,” your thumbs moved to his cheeks, your right one resting where his dimple normally was. 

He nodded slightly and leaned into your hand, trying to stay relaxed. 

“Watch me, ok?” You opened your mouth, baring your teeth and took a few deep breaths and slowly let down your own fangs. After over 350 years, it was hard to slow down the process, as you could complete the action as fast as blinking at this point, but you tried your best so your hunter-turned-Vampire could see it for himself. He studied the movement as it happened, finally having a proper visual to mentally focus on. 

After a few more deep breaths, his teeth shifted again, this time down, but not all the way. A smile lit up your face as he parted his lips to show you, and you whispered praises to him as he continued breathing. With a slight groan, his teeth descended all the way, and you saw his fangs for the first time. 

You stared in awe. While you met him as a human, seeing fangs in his mouth looked so…natural on him, as if they had always been there. Unexpected tears formed in your eyes, as it really hit you that he was a Vampire now, he was like you, and the two of you were the same. 

“Beautiful…,” you mused while touching one with your thumb, “do you want to see them?”

He nodded, and you looked around to see if there was a mirror. The closest thing you had was your phone, and you quickly snatched it off the nightstand and turned the camera on, flipping it to selfie-mode and handing it to Josh. He turned the phone over in his hands and held it in front of his face. It was definitely strange to see protruding fangs in his mouth, but they didn’t feel out of place. He ran his tongue over them a few times, feeling how sharp they were, how much longer they were from his other teeth, and he turned his head back and forth to see them at different angles. Satisfied, he tossed your phone to the side on the bed before turning back to you and cupping your face once more to collide his lips to yours, this time smiling into the kiss. 

It had been so long since you’ve kissed a fellow Vampire, especially one you lov- had feelings for. Your tongue slid across his teeth, feeling the contours and length of his fangs, and it was your turn to smile against his lips. He laid you back down onto the bed, shifting his legs so that he was between yours. His lips were everywhere, kissing all over your face and playfully scraping the tips against your skin. 

But the urge to drive them into your neck, to fully taste you in a way he couldn’t when he was human, was reaching a boiling point in his system. He was putting more and more pressure against your neck, but not breaking the skin…yet.

You quickly recognized what he was doing, what he wanted, and you pushed him away so that he was back over your face instead. 

“As much…as much as I’d love for you to do that…your first feed has to be with human blood…,” you were almost sad in telling him no, but this was a process that wasn’t fully complete until he tasted human blood for himself. It was what fully sealed a Vampire in their new form of existence, the full stop at the end of a sentence. Sheepishly, he closed his lips over his teeth, feeling like he had done something wrong. You caught the look in his eyes and quickly reassured him, “no no, it's ok, we’ll have plenty of time to do that afterwards, I promise.” You figured Dimitri himself would have a human or two on hand for feeding, as he was never a fan of blood bags. 

As if on cue, the older Vampire in question rapped his knuckles on the door as he opened it.

“Is our dear-,” before he could finish his sentence Josh immediately shifted on the bed and practically shielded you from Dimitri, his instincts taking over briefly. Dimitri held up his hands in truce, “now now, Joshua I’m not going to do anything. It's wonderful to see you awake and back with us.” 

You sat up behind Josh, looking at Dimitri over his shoulder, “you wouldn’t happen to have a human on hand? Please?”

“About that…after we talked earlier I let the Council know about your decision and that you were handling it yourself. They insisted on sending a representative here to make sure it actually happened.” He sighed before continuing, “Judith…is downstairs in the conservatory waiting for you.”

“Right now? He still can’t talk! He needs to have his first feed.” 

“I know, darling, I didn't expect them to send her this quickly,” he rolled his eyes as he said ‘her’, letting you know that Judith was not one of his friends on the Council. “I’ll give you a few minutes, but it’ll be better for everyone if you don’t keep her waiting.” With a sympathetic look, he closed the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I’m so sorry, Josh, I didn’t kn-,” he turned and pressed a finger to your lips and shook his head, shushing you and letting you know that he understood. He got off the bed and collected his clothes from earlier that you had folded and placed on the couch. He threw his shirt on as he walked towards the ensuite at the far end of the room. You had already dressed while you had waited for him to wake up, so you sat at the edge of the bed and let him get ready. As he walked to the ensuite, you couldn’t help but notice that his walk was slightly different. His shoulders were straighter, his strides were quieter but more deliberate. You wondered if he himself even noticed the changes yet. From the angle of where you were sitting, you could just barely see himself checking his teeth out in the mirror again. His fangs had retreated back into his gums, and now his top row of teeth looked completely normal. 

His eyes looked at you through the mirror, catching your gaze. He smirked at you, before turning to finish getting dressed. As he exited the ensuite he locked eyes with you again and in an attempt at his new speed, he tried to race over to you. However, stopping was a completely different story, and he ended up tackling you onto the bed. 

Giggling, you reached up and traced his nose with your finger, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, Boy Scout.” You lifted your head to kiss him, and whispered against his lips, “come on, let's get this over with.” 

It wasn’t hard to find the conservatory, all you had to do was follow the classical music being played. Just like the rest of the manor, Dimitri spared no expense in this room either. It was a massive space, with a complete wall of windows that went from the floor all the way into the ceiling, creating a dome-like appearance. It was a perfect view of the stars at night, and a perfectly lethal place for a Vampire to be in after sunrise. He also had so many plants in the room it almost looked like a small forest in the room. Most of the flowering plants had closed their blooms for the night, and the evergreens sat peacefully in their pots. The main source of light in the room were the various lanterns that were strategically placed among the greenery. It created such an intimate atmosphere, especially with the light of the Waning Moon filtering in from the windows above. 

The beauty of the room stopped when you spotted the Council member sitting rather stiffly on the couch towards the middle of the room. Judith, as Dimitri called her, was a Vampire who appeared to be in her late fifties, with blonde hair that was so faded it almost looked gray at certain angles. She had it in a tight ponytail, making her sharp cheekbones the main feature of her face. Her eyes were equally gray, and they narrowed at the sight of Josh. 

“Ah, finally, there they are,” she said in mock enthusiasm. 

“Judith please,” Dimitri said with a sigh while nursing a drink in his hand.

Josh’s hand slid into yours as you made your way to the center of the room. His expression was neutral, but you knew his mind was full of thoughts and words for the snotty Vampire in front of him. 

Judith uncrossed her ankles and stood up, clipboard firmly in the crook of her arm. She gave you a look that let you know to let her look at Josh alone, and you reluctantly let go of his hand and went over to stand next to Dimitri. Her back was to you now, but you were still able to maintain eye contact with Josh.  

“Open your mouth,” she commanded flatly. She wanted to see his fangs. 

Josh looked at you briefly over her shoulder, starting to panic because he had only made his fangs come down once at this point, and was still getting the hang of it. He put his hands behind his back and wrung his wrists, trying to remember what you had told him. 

You kept eye contact with him, and motioned for him to take some deep breaths and to relax. Dimitri nodded along next to you; he wanted Josh to succeed almost as much as you did. 

Josh’s Adams apple bobbed a little before he opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to replicate how he had done it upstairs less than an hour ago. Judith stood there, staring at his teeth with an unimpressed look on her face. But after a few tense minutes, his fangs descended and locked in place. 

Judith made a small “hmph” sound and reached into the pocket of her skirt to fish out a measuring tape. She held the tape next to one of his fangs, and wrote down the measurement on the clipboard. She switched to the other side to get the other’s measurement, before mumbling loud enough for everyone to hear, “it's ok they’ll get longer in time.” 

Josh clamped his mouth shut and gave her a look that was so pointed, you were glad he wasn’t able to actually speak. But the way his eyes glared at her spoke volumes on their own. 

Judith ignored him while she made notes on the clipboard, scribbling away her thoughts and observations. 

“Has he fed yet,” she said without looking up.

“Umm…no, not yet-”

“Excellent. Bring in one of your humans, Dimitris,” she commanded as she finished her notes and looked back up at Josh. 

Dimitri sighed and took a long sip of his drink before motioning to one of his staff to fetch one of his human companions. He always had a steady supply of willing humans who were into being fed on. He had a knack for finding them in the haystack that was humanity. 

Josh looked at you again over Judith’s shoulder, the same panicky look from before had returned on his face. 

You mouthed, it's going to be ok, at him as the door opened and a woman in her mid twenties entered the room. 

Her eyes lit up when she saw Dimitri, “hi Dimitri…,” she gave him a flirty wave with her fingers. 

“Pleasure as always, Rebeckah,” he said with a small smile. She already knew where to go and dutifully went over to the couch and sat down, keeping her eyes on Dimitri the whole time. 

Judith motioned for Josh to join Rebeckah, and made his way over to the couch and sat down. You started to follow him before she barked, “I’d like to witness this alone, actually.” 

Something in you snapped, “the fuck you wi-”

Dimitri quickly stepped in, “what she’s trying to say is, as his Maker, I think it’s more than fair for her to be in the room for his first feed? Since he doesn’t know what he’s doing, she has a right to be here. In fact it would be the responsible thing to do, don’t you agree?”

Judith rolled her eyes, “fine, but she can’t interfere. The Council wants to see how he does on his own.” 

The Council didn’t want to see shit, you thought, they wanted him to fail. They wanted the ‘I told you so.’ 

Dimitri’s large hand landed on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze. 

“Very well,” he said in a clipped tone. 

You looked up at Dimitri, the worry written all over your face. He gave your shoulder another squeeze. 

Tentatively, Josh reached over and took Rebeckah’s wrist in his hand, figuring that would be the best place. He could feel her pulse through her arm, and it made his gums above his fangs throb. He felt is instincts trying to guide him, which was a good sign until-

“Oh not the wrist, it's your first feed after all, I know you really want the neck deep down,” she was practically taunting him at this point, and turned back to the older Vampire and used his own words against him, “don’t you agree, Dimitris?” 

Dimitri’s mouth twisted into a frown, “it is the ideal spot I suppose…”

You were practically vibrating with rage right now, and you wanted to physically rip Judith’s head off her body yourself. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be right there with him, guiding him through it and making sure he didn’t take too much. 

“Don’t be shy, get closer to her,” Judith said while flicking her wrist at Josh. 

Rebeckah obliged first and scooted close to him, angling her head to expose her neck. The smell of her blood filled his nostrils, and at first he thought he was hallucinating. He knew his senses would be stronger, but actually experiencing it was completely different. 

Judith had her back to you and Dimitri once again, and you used this to your advantage as you looked at Josh over her shoulder. You feigned scratching your neck to show him where to put his hand, which he immediately copied. 

He lowered his face to her neck, the scent of her blood was almost overwhelming to him now and it was still safely in her body. Part of him was running on pure instinct, and getting impatient that he hadn’t sunk his teeth into her yet, whereas the other part of him was having an out of body experience as the reality of the situation hit him. He was really about to drink blood, as a Vampire, for the first time. However, the instinctual side of him won out and he pressed his new fangs against her neck. He could feel her pulse against his teeth, and with the same ‘fuck it’ mentality one has before a shot of tequila, he pierced her flesh and her blood began flowing into his mouth. 

Rebeckah made a small squeak, but she relaxed in his hold and a serene smile spread across her face. 

Josh breathed through his nose and took his first real pull from her, and the sudden burst of flavor nearly had his eyes rolling back. He never expected blood to taste this good, let alone have a flavor profile. He recalled the taste of blood as he remembered it from his youth, that gross metallic flavor that would fill his mouth whenever he’d lose a tooth, or that one time Jake hit him in the mouth while they were fighting and cut his lip open. But now? Now he was getting notes of…lilies? Lavender maybe? It was all so overwhelming he wasn’t sure, he just knew that it was good. He kept pulling and pulling, feeling it run out of his mouth a little and down his chin. 

You on the other hand were watching him like a hawk, and listening to Rebeckah’s heartbeat even closer. It was still steady and normal, but you knew it wouldn’t be that way for much longer. The way Josh was pulling was very deep, but he didn’t understand that yet. If you hadn’t been so stressed about your lack of involvement, you would’ve noted how absolutely gorgeous he looked while feeding. He needed to slow down, if not stop completely. You thought back to your first feed, and it didn’t end well for the human involved because you had zero guidance. Isaac had just let you do what you wanted and cleaned up the mess later. But you didn’t want that for Josh, he didn’t deserve to be traumatized right out of the gate like that. 

He didn’t want this to end, part of him wanted to keep going until he couldn’t anymore. But this low thumping noise in his head got slower, and it was then he realized he had been hearing her heartbeat the entire time. It was slowing down, and he had just enough wherewithal to know he needed to let go. But knowing and doing were two different things. 

You were starting to panic, and you looked at Josh, hoping he’d look up just long enough to make eye contact with you. Judith started scribbling notes again, and you wanted to crack that entire clipboard over her head. You thought about faking a cough, making some sort of noise, but you didn’t want her to send you out of the room for ‘interfering.’ 

Josh wrenched his eyes open, and looked up to find you. He saw your eyes were watery and filled with panic, and he understood why. From your vantage point, you mouthed the words, “you need to let go,” to him, and he wanted to listen, he really did, but it was as if his mouth and his brain weren’t working together. But, he tried anyway, and loosened his grip on Rebeckah’s neck and slowly worked at dislodging his fangs from her neck. He fought the urge that was screaming at him to keep going, to drain her dry like a juice box, but he refused to let that voice win. With more force than he would’ve liked, he pulled his teeth from her neck, and let go of her completely. 

Before he could fully relax, he saw you point at your teeth, and then patted the side of your neck with those same fingers, silently telling him to use his blood to heal the bite. Josh sprung into action, quickly and hastily biting his index finger, breaking the skin and rubbing his own blood amongst her own on her neck along the puncture wounds. Within seconds they began to close and he was able to lean back on the couch, out of breath. 

Judith paused for a second in her scribbling, and looked at her watch on her wrist and wrote down the time. She observed Rebeckah for another minute, who seemed completely fine with the situation and was only slightly miffed she had blood on her dress. 

Dimitri gestured at the staff member standing by the door, “please take Miss Rebeckah to the kitchens to get her something to eat. Have the chef make her whatever she wants.” 

Rebeckah smiled and stood up from the couch, “and what about my dress?”

“I’ll get you a new one, as always,” this made her smile as she made her way out of the room. 

Without a second glance at Josh, Judith turned back to Dimitri and sighed, “I’ll give my observations to the Council but everything seems to be fine.” She looked at Josh over her shoulder, “welcome to your new life, don’t fuck up. We know who your family is, after all.” 

Josh glared at her as she exited the room. Dimitri gave you a nod and left as well, leaving the two of you alone. 

As soon as the door shut you rushed over to Josh, your hands immediately took his, as apologies fell from your mouth, “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t know that was going to happen, you weren’t supposed to be alone like that-”

“...sw-sweetheart…,” his voice was so faint, but it was there. He was gaining his voice back. Relief flooded through you, you didn’t realize just how much you missed his voice until he spoke again. You couldn’t take it anymore and practically lept into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He was so thankful to finally get his hands on you. 

After spending several minutes just lying in his arms and breathing him in, you pulled back and said, “are you ok? How do you feel?”

A dreamy smile spread across his face, “honestly? I feel fucking incredible right now.” His voice was still scratchy, but it was gradually getting stronger.

You smiled back, ���yeah? You did so good earlier, I want you to know that. They were setting you up to screw up but you didn’t. It's so difficult to stop like you did the first few times, let alone the first time. I’m so proud of you, Boy Scout.”

His cheeks reddened at the praise, “Ah, I just…I just remembered what you told me about listening for the heartbeat…had to force myself off though.” 

You were beaming at him now, “I’m not saying it's going to be easy, but I just know you’re going to be so good at it in no time. Next time I’ll be right there with you, I promise. I won’t let anyone get in the way of that again.”

His hands slipped under your shirt and rubbed the skin of your back, “I know you wanted to be there, it wasn’t your fault…” 

“But I-”

“I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this, it happened, but all we can do is move forward.”

You knew he was right, but you still felt bad, “I know I just-”

“Next time we can share, yeah?”

That surprised you, and you smirked at him, “Boy Scout…” 

He glanced out the wall of windows, and noticed the dark blue sky was starting to get lighter, “I think…I think we need to go back upstairs…and shut the windows…,” the suggestion dripped from his voice.

“Race you there?”

“You better get started, sweetheart…,” his eyes bore into yours before you took off from the conservatory. The two of you were a pair of giggling blurs rushing up the stairs to the third floor. He caught up to you at the door, and lurched to a halt while pressing you up against the solid wood. You reached behind you to start twisting the doorknob as he snaked an arm around your waist. His eyes looked even darker in the dim lighting of the corridor, but his smile was sweet, a combination that only he could pull off. 

Stumbling into the room, Josh locked the door behind him before reaching down and firmly gripping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. He carried you backwards to the bed, while you stripped your shirt off and threw it blindly to the side. Your hands instantly returned to his cheeks as he laid you on the bed. He stood up momentarily to throw off his own shirt, before crawling up the bed and getting on top of you. The rest of your clothes were quickly shed, leaving the both of you naked. 

Josh’s mouth devoured yours, sucking on your bottom lip before he slipped his tongue inside and tangled it with your own. You moaned into his mouth, the relief of him being okay and back in your arms spurring you on. He groaned and lifted off your lips slightly, running his tongue along his top teeth. He looked at you, a little annoyed at his own body as his fangs tried to descend again. 

You recognized the look, and you smiled, “don’t fight it, Josh. Let them down, I wanna see them again…” 

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and concentrated. They came down ever so slightly faster this time, but he still winced at the pain. 

Staring at him, you reached up and gently touched one with your finger, “I just can’t get over how beautiful they look on you…” 

His cheeks reddened before he started working his way down your body, kissing every bit of skin he could reach. Every so often he’d drag his fangs across your skin, causing you to arch your back. As he made his way down to your core, he deliberately skipped where you needed him most to pay attention to your thighs. 

You sat up on your elbows and made a noise in protest, which made him chuckle against your skin. One of the few downsides (at least to him) to you being a supernatural creature was that any hickey’s he made would heal within minutes, but he loved littering your skin with them anyway. The way you arched towards him, trying to get him where you needed him only made him tease you further. Every time you thought he was going to put that perfect mouth of his against your core, he’d switch to the other thigh to nip and suck at your skin. 

“If you don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence your lover latched onto your core, flattening out his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to just below your clit. A frustrated noise escaped you, and his eyes met yours with the most mischievous energy behind them. Those pools of molten molasses seemed to darken even more. Tilting his head slightly and curling his lip up to show you his teeth, he drug one of his new fangs over the edges of your lips, up and up, and slowly circled your clit. He put just enough pressure for you to feel the sharp edge against your sensitive flesh, before diving in and sharply sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out, loud enough to echo around the room, and you couldn’t give a shit if anyone in this fortress of a house could hear you. 

Two of his fingers teased your entrance before plunging in, curling upwards and giving that spot inside you all the attention they could. His pace was quick and brutal, spurred on but the grip you had in in his hair and how you were practically fucking his mouth. He grinded his own need onto the mattress, desperate for some friction of his own. 

It wasn’t long before your first orgasm of the night washed over you, making you shake beneath him while grinding on his face. His fingers worked even harder to ride it out, drawing it out as long as possible for you. But he didn’t give you a chance to fully still. Placing one final kiss to your clit, he crawled up your body to claim your mouth, letting you taste yourself all over him. 

You were far from done when you flipped him over, straddling his hips and grinding against his cock. He threw his head back and made the sexiest whining sound you had heard in a long time. He sat up and gripped your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Tell me what you want…,” he whispered against your mouth while keeping you hovered just above his cock.

“Josh please-”

“Josh please, what, sweetheart?” 

“I need you, don’t be mean,” your voice was nearly an octave higher than normal, and now it was your turn to sound whiny. 

“...and what do you need?”

Your nails dug into the skin at the base of his neck, not caring if they broke skin a little now, he could handle it. 

“Your cock, Josh, I need your cock.”

His eyebrows raised in the cockiest manner, “oh? This? This cock?” Before you could answer he pulled you down onto him, plunging him deep inside as he bottomed out. His eyes rolled back at finally being inside you, and you used this distraction to tighten your pussy around him as revenge. A strangled noise left his throat, “you are…such…a little brat…” 

You smirked as you started to work yourself on his cock, relishing in every ridge and vein he had to offer you. He kept one arm around your ass, guiding you and gripping you as he leaned back on his other hand. As your pace quickened, you felt your own gums start to itch and move. You let your fangs descend, not wanting or needing to hold back anymore while with your lover. He was kissing your shoulder, and you leaned your head down to graze your teeth against the shell of his ear. 

He lifted his head, and gave you an equally toothy grin, both of you baring your fangs at each other. 

“Boy Scout…,” you started, nearly breathless, “remember earlier when I told you to wait?” He instantly caught on to what you were referring to, when he had almost bit you earlier. His Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. “If I let you do that…can I bite you too?” 

His cock twitched inside you at the question, “please, please do…”

“Taste me, Josh, show me you know how,” you whispered. 

Another strangled sound escaped him before he lowered his head and pierced your neck with his fangs. It had been…a long time, decades even, since you had had a Vampire taste you. It was such an intimate act, most considered it almost sacred. 

Josh took a long pull off of you, and the first note that hit his tongue was a distinct cherry flavor, tart but sweet, along with a distinct undercurrent of sea salt. He could practically smell the ocean. Flashes and sounds started to flood his mind, swirling around in his mind's eye. They focused, and he saw you, as a teen in Jamestown, scrubbing the floors of the house you used to live in. A second flash, it's the Victorian era, and you’re giggling in bed with another man. You called him Colin before it dissipated. Another flash, it’s twenties and you look sad as you sipped your drink. You were surrounded by people partying, but you weren’t matching the energy. A final flash, this time it's the seventies and you look darling in your bell bottoms and feathered hair. You seemed happier then, laughing with a few girlfriends in a bar. 

The feeling of his fangs in your skin hurtled you toward your second orgasm. Before you could reach your high, you bit down on your lover's flesh. His taste…his taste was the same, but it was so much more vibrant? As if it had been turned up several notches. That orangey citrus flooded your senses, and as the vanilla showed itself to you, flashes started behind your eyes too. A small, scared, seven year old Josh scrambled to stab a rogue Vampire in the leg with a knife from under his bed. Another flash, this time Josh was older, late teens at best, getting lectured by his father about a hunting job gone wrong. The importance of his responsibility as the “oldest” was being drilled into his head. Flash number three, Josh is sitting next to his twin in front of a fire, laughing at some inside joke as he brings his beer to his lips. Who knew Jake Kiszka was capable of smiling? The final flash was him gathering some files on a table, the one on top had your name clearly on the tab. He wasn’t in his apartment, but in a room that looked like an office. 

Your vision went dark as your high overtook you, making you shake and pulse around him. His cock twitched inside you again, and a muffled groan shuddered against your skin letting you know he had reached his own high. Carefully, you each withdrew your teeth and lapped at the fresh blood on your skin as your wounds healed. 

Josh kissed you softly, mixing your blood with his, enjoying the taste. He opened his eyes and smiled at you, feeling more content and happy than he had in days. The stress from the past week had completely evaporated, and in this moment, all he saw, all he cared about, was you. 

His Vampire. 

The adoration for him was written all over your face, and you silently noted the blood smeared all over him. You looked over your shoulder at the ensuite, and could see the edge of a clawfoot tub from the doorway. 

“Lets get cleaned up, Boy Scout…”

His grin widened and he looked over your shoulder, seeing what you were looking at. He also saw the first light of the day start to filter in through the windows. Thankfully the bed was positioned in a way that didn’t put it anywhere near them, but in order to get the ensuite they’d have to cross them. Carefully he kept you in place as he reached for the remote on the nightstand. 

He punched the buttons, and the shades came down. His hand squeezed the flesh of your ass, “only the moon gets a free show, sweetheart…” 

You gave him a quick kiss before crawling off of him and leading him into the bathroom. Soon, the both of you were situated in the hot water, enjoying the extra wide clawfoot tub. 

Josh tried to take the lead in cleaning  up, but you stopped him and took it upon yourself to clean the blood off of his skin. He relaxed into the water as you swept the rag over his skin. Meticulously you cleaned any dry blood out of his beard and mustache, kissing him as you went. It had been a long time since someone had properly taken care of him afterwards. 

It was clear to you that the new-Vampire exhaustion was creeping up on your lover, and you worked a little faster to get him cleaned up so the two of you could return to bed. He would probably have another long sleep again, but not nearly as long as that first one. The process of becoming a Vampire was complete, but it still took time for the body to adjust.

Soon you were back in bed with him, the covers pulled over your exhausted bodies as you wrapped yourselves around each other. His ear was on your chest, and you were softly grazing your nails against his scalp. His eyes were closed, and sleep was well on its way. 

He pressed a soft kiss against your skin before mumbling, “...love you…” 

You stared at him as he completely stilled in your arms, eyes welling up, 

“Love you too, Boy Scout,” but you weren’t sure he heard it. 

To be continued…

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[frindoka]

my ultimate isaac bpd analysis

isaac o’connor is a guy i love to pick apart in a petri dish so here i am with my analysis on him and his feelings towards his relationships. and also, bpd, which will be mentioned throughout this because i see a lot of aspects of myself and my experience with bpd reflected with isaac.

sorry if any images r weird i wrote this in a google doc and the images tend to get a bit wacky as a result, i think. its long so i put it under a cut.

fast forwarding to a scene from chapter 7, it’s pretty important to this entire thing:

isaac, shown to be well-meaning and friendly, doesn’t exactly do the right thing because he’s just like that, just selfless; he does it to feel good about himself, to get others to like him, to get him to like himself. this is not necessarily a bad thing. for a lot of people, empathy and helping others can be a very big struggle, and they’ll be perceived as heartless if they don’t show what is expected of them.

isaac struggles with his self esteem and seemingly bases it upon what other people think of him instead of forming his own opinions about himself, formulating those based on what others say, and usually, his own analyzations of how they act. he wants to be perceived as, both to others and himself, a good person that could never hurt his friends. because by this point he had struck dimitri with a blow caused by his own fear, he already feels this thing he’s so carefully built up for himself starting to crumble. he wants to be good, and is a good kid, but struggles with his emotions and his outbursts, which he perceives as getting in the way of being a purely good person.

he is not violent nor cruel, but perceives himself as such (poor thang) which is why he seeks out other relationships to prove that he’s not all that what he thinks he is. if that makes any sense. tldr, isaac thinks he can prove (mostly to himself) that he’s a good person if he does good things for other people.

DOORMAN & TRUST

doorman, isaac’s caretaker, is a veeerrryyyy prominent figure in isaac’s life. with his first appearance, he’s introduced as a mentor that guides him through his struggles with his emotions, also showing that doorman is probably the only person isaac has confided in about this at this point (chapter two, excluding the past conversation with boss leader.)

isaac trusts doorman a lot, and doorman trusts him in turn. for a quick side track, let us turn to isaac’s relationship with trust.

if he trusts someone, he’ll do anything to keep that trust. he’s very over-analytical and anxious about breaking it, and when broken, he’ll steer clear of them in turn. he trusted spender, who had broken that trust and earned scorn from isaac. he trusted max with showing him doorman and the shortcut, and gets frustrated when max seems to break that momentarily, by not instantly spilling a secret in return- something isaac thought he “owed him for” instead of just doing something to help max. in the earlier chapters, his relationship with the other characters is very strained, as he does not communicate his emotions properly. at this point, he thinks of friendship as something beneficial to aid him in liking himself. which is something he should not be faulted for, considering he’s just 13 struggling with having no emotional outlet and rocky friendships in general. he desperately wants to reach out and talk to the other members of the club, but because he views them as the results of a broken trust, failed friendships, and has a perceived notion that they must hate him for something far in the past, he bottles himself up so he does not ruin anything further.

back to doorman, as isaac begins to try and move past this mindset following chapter 5, and begins to open up more, isaac returns to this state after doorman, someone he’s confided in for a very long time, reveals he has been keeping things from isaac- it reaches a boiling point.

isaac, who additionally already has issues with people holding things back from him (chapter 5: his and isabel’s argument, where he’s upset over his own beliefs of the club being mad at him), sees a part of this confirmed and immediately puts walls back up. isaac lashes out at doorman, made afraid of what he could have been “using him for” the entire time he’s been under his care, panicking in his emotional state because he had just had his previous trust shattered.

after putting all of his trust into someone (doorman) i can’t imagine he’d be willing to go back and mend this relationship for a while, as he thinks doorman had been using him the entire time. he picks out and over analyzes everything from what doorman had been saying, throwing him into a worse emotional state, leading up into where he leaves the slanted manse in a rush.

this is not to say isaac is a bad person, of course. he’s impulsive, letting his emotions guide him despite his best efforts- which isn’t a bad thing. he’s clearly trying to work on it throughout the whole comic currently, but with stress from everything happening in his life piling up, there’s no way he could have kept a cool face after his relationship with his mentor is broken in his eyes. he’s a kid who struggles with his emotions. it doesn’t make him evil.

MAX, & A SECOND CHANCE

as soon as max moves, isaac keeps himself close to him in an attempt to be his freind. not necessarily because he likes him at first! but because he sees him as a second chance to fit in with the rest of the activity club, as he had already ruined his previous one in his own eyes.

because isaac keeps pushing himself away from the rest of the club, he doesn’t allow himself to heal, and repeats his mistakes with another person. when he’s upset, he hangs onto it, which is why he’s clung onto his previous mistakes for so long- due to him being so caught up in the past, he doesn’t focus on what he could do in the present. it’s why he’s distrustful of mr spender, and the activity club, and starts gravitating away from max, too, when he’s hurt by him. he finds himself jealous of the way max can bounce back so easily while his emotions fester in his head.

with bpd & holding grudges, it’s hard to let them go- with intensified emotions following every thought about a past event that could have hurt the person. because so much is tied to specific events, no matter how small they could have seemed to other people, it’s easy for it to eat you up inside. (especially when you bottle it up and let it fester for a long while!) the pile of this makes it hard to trust people, and in my experience i’ve been afraid to trust people because of past friendships. i feel like isaac ticks somewhat of the same way, his feelings pushing away his friends, no matter how much he doesn’t want that…

following his argument with isabel, he turns to trying to prove his worth Again by defeating hijack’d spender.

max, of course, doesn’t hate isaac like isaac may think he does... he messes with him, but doesn’t turn that into a dislike towards him. even so, he tries to push himself away again by quitting the club when he hurts max. in these panels he explicitly says he saw max as a fresh start, not exactly a friend- he wanted to start over with someone who didn’t know who he was or what he did. in the end, it’s unfair for him to push his frustration onto max because he was worried about how he was perceived. 

following his admission to this, he’s able to form actual connections with the rest of the club (albeit with a bit of hesitance on his part shown in the panels below. i choose to interpret this as him trying to search for a lie behind isabel’s words when there isn’t one in actuality, because he’s so used to thinking of other people as having ulterior motives against him)

(also the line about him expecting rejection but craving acceptance wrecks me. it speaks for itself here)

with this leading us into:

ISAAC & THE ACTIVITY CLUB

his distrust stems from the people around him keeping secrets. while the secret of the activity consortium is kept out of necessity, it’s unfair in isaac’s own eyes. if everyone else can know, why can’t he? (of course we know the answer but we’re talking about this guys thoughts right now) adding on his regret from hurting dimitri, and him thinking that dimitri quit because of the injury, isaac’s fear melts away into distrust. he keeps himself around the activity club, but this is a matter of him proving himself and craving their acceptance.

however, because he’s busy festering in his emotions regarding past events, he doesn’t bring them up to anyone else. he doesn’t try to fix his problems, leaving the rest of the club confused and upset on as to why he “keeps picking at the scab,” in isabel’s own words-

leading to him paying only his own emotions any mind, rather than considering the feelings of others. while isaac desperately wants to talk about his own emotions, his distrust leads him away from that, until it eventually reaches its boiling point, exploding in an argument with isabel. they hurt each other consistently without realizing because neither of them talk about what’s happened. the alt text for this page makes me insane, by the way.

isaac is afraid of the past and the mistakes he’s made then, and it carries over to the present, manifesting in unstable emotions and rocky relationships. luckily he’s able to go towards fixing this between him and the other kids of the club, shown in the section with max & how he ends up admitting his faults. it shows to isabel that he hasn’t been treated all that fairly, either, and she begins to act weary of spender as a result. look at the club being all happy this panel makes me sick and ill 

i feel like this is as much as i can say on this since im kind of running out of content a bit. i’ve never been all that good at collecting coherent thoughts but i <3 isaac and i wanted to give my thoughts on him since i see a lot of my own bpd traits in this guy, and generally it just makes me happy to see a character who reflects some aspects of myself have good relationships & happy moments in life, yknow. live laugh love isaac o’connor

[cody-paranatural]

do you have any pnat headcanons? :3

YES I DO.

I have!!!! A lot of them!!!!!

I will try to keep this relatively short but we’ll see how this goes lol.

Okay! So in no particular order:

- I need to get this one off of my chest. I don’t care about the wifi-spider from the twitter thing Spender is GAY. He got confused when a woman assumed he was asking her out 😭 The closest he’s ever been to ‘dating’ a woman was when he desperately asked Mina if she would pretend to be his date to one of his dad’s galas bc he was DESPERATE to keep them from realizing he was gay. But she really didn’t want to go there and so it ended up being the first gala he ditched completely and had a way better time because of it. It was the start of him actually being able to admit that he HATES living like this. I will die on this hill I cannot see this man as bisexual. Jean IS bi though.

- In my mind Mina is 100% the person Ms Baxter was referring to when she said she ditched her goth phase after a bad breakup in junior year. They’re exes. To ME. I want this to be true so bad.

- I don’t know why I started with the adults but I’m sticking by it for now. Anyway you literally can’t convince me that June and Shrike weren’t briefly a Thing in the past. It’s so real to me. I don’t think Shrike would’ve told June about her evil vampire fling turned boyfriend turned husband. But for comedic purposes if June DID know she would be so “I’m so happy for you and your ugly boyfriend” about it.

- Peter and June are so t4t and bi4bi. So are Shrike and Davy actually but I don’t know if the world is ready for that one. Listen I’m just saying that the Shrike timeline would get much simpler if you assume she wasn’t the one with the baby.

- Cody was a REALLY ugly baby. I needed a jumping point to get to the kids and this is one I feel strongly about. Because listen. He’s a cute little guy NOW. But this is a “butterfly was a caterpillar first” kinda situation. He needed to exorcise all the ugly genes he got from Davy as soon as possible. He suffered enough he deserves to look like his mother okay.

- I love the school store gang they’re all literally my best friends so here’s how I think the group came to be. To me Jeff and Violet live in the same neighborhood, and their parents are friends so they’ve been hanging out for a while. Very shortly before they started first grade they run into Ed, who got distracted by a spirit or something like that and ended up getting split up from Izzy and also maybe Dimitri. They had one fun day together and then saw each other at school and boom. They’re besties now :] And later on they ended up befriending my beloved weird girl herself Lisa Paranatural. I think she just like, sat next to them one day and became part of the group. No one can really tell when or how it happened it just did. It’s like she’s always been there. And Cody was the last one to join them. Until proven otherwise I just think that he most likely went to the rich kid elementary school, and didn’t meet any of them until the start of 6th grade. You CAN become that close with someone in a little over a year. It happened to me. And Max got attached to the activity club in a week so anything’s possible. The world is my oyster.

- I think Jeff has an older sister :] He just gives me that vibe, like he’s a younger brother FOR SURE. Also literally everyone is his family as a silly name, it’s a tradition. One of his mom is named Jedextraordinary Flavors or something equally as silly.

- Speaking of Jeff, he writes poetry. This is mostly inspired by him talking about the symbolism of his pencil and his desk in chapter 1. He’s 12 so it’s of very questionable quality, but he has a lot of fun with it.

- Isaac is a trans girl. And Violet is a non binary trans guy. These two are very important because I will be using my headcanon pronouns for them here ^-^

- Isaac and Cody don’t really know each other in real life but they DO know each other on like a Twilight forum. And they fight all the time. I think Cody really likes reading vampire novels. I think he finds the inaccuracies very funny. And Isaac genuinely really loves Twilight but would sooner Die than admit it bc she is terrified of being seen as cringe. They are interested in completely different aspects of the Twilight universe and also Cody clearly loves drama, just look at how he talks about the student council stuff. I just think it would be very funny okay.

- In a similar vein Cody listens to The Fever sometimes (DJ Mothman and Professor Bigfoot’s radio station) On page 49 he found what they had to say about Shrike funny so I think he’d enjoy hearing what else they have to say, though only to laugh at it. Where as Stephen takes it very seriously. I think any supernatural related conversation between Stephen and Cody would be Very Funny, but I also like to think that if they ever actually became friends it would start with them talking about the Fever.

- Sege’s full name has GOT to make up the word sergeant somehow. Either his middle name is Anthony or his last name is straight up the word ant or something that contains it. Serge is my special funny guy i needed to include him.

- Since Isaac’s parents are just irish Goku and irish Sailor moon I think her aunt should be irish Miku. I think her whole extended family just looks Like That. They’re all EXTREMELY normal though. They’r personalities don’t match their designs AT ALL. Isaac absolutely does not see the resemblance between his family members and the characters they look like and she’s the only one and it drives everyone else CRAZY

- This is more of a general headcanon but I think that at some point a spectral uploaded a photo they took where the spirits are doing something really stupid, but the action is treating it SO seriously. And it breaches contentment and spawns two different memes. The spectral version where people are hyping up the lamest spirits they’ve seen and the non-spectral interpretation of it where people think the joke is that there’s NOTHING in the photo.

- I think at some point in high school Isabel and Max get to be buzzcut brothers. Isabel fucked up her bangs so bad after impulsively cutting them that she decided that she’s just gonna go bald for a bit. Ed helped. It’s a good look on her but I don’t think she would stick by it all that long.

- This one is mostly a joke. But I think that at some point while saying his very questionable conspiracy theories Stephen somehow got everything spectral and spirit related 100% right, and then immediately decided that this theory is kinda stupid actually and decided that bigfoot makes way more sense

- Also. In my beautiful mind Cash Reward is gonna have puppies at some point. Because I want to see Stephen being WAYYY too invested in being a dog uncle (Cash Reward is like a sibling to them, you see)

- I think Isabel will really get into miniature crafting in high school. I don’t really have a good reasoning for this one, I think it’s something she started because it didn’t really seem like her thing, but it just ended up being something she really ended up enjoying after a while. This one might be me projecting a little though because I kinda want to get into it :P

- Dimitri learns how to code in his free time. It started because Suzy REALLY wanted the journalism club to have its own website, but was too impatient to learn it herself. So she decided that their editor guy should do it. And Dimitri ended up really enjoying himself. I think he and Ed tried to make a little game together at some point but had WILDLY different ideas for what they wanted it to be so it didn’t really end up going anywhere

- Ed learns how to play several instruments just because they can. This one is so true to real to me and I don’t even know why. They can play kazoo and the ukulele for SURE. They get an otamatone when they’re older. A harmonica too, perhaps.

[cecexwrites]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Name: Amalie Elise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: None Species: Witch FC: Blake Lively Amalie has always been the golden child, something her sister Charlotte made incredibly easy. Now Amalie is just waiting for the day her mother steps down as the Matriarch of the family so that she can step into the role. She has no idea about what's going on behind the scenes. That her sister's bastard child is in Beacon Hills and is more powerful than any of them expected

Name: Artem Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Will Argent Species: Witch FC: Matthew Daddario Being the heir is something Artem has always taken incredibly seriously. The Sokolov name means power, strength and that is the legacy Artem intends to continue. Of course the cute Hunter who just came to town is really getting in the way of his focus.

Name: Bambi Perilee Bardot Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Eli Hale Species: Necromancer FC: Rachel Zegler Bambi was 15 the first time her father killed her. lucky for him she just refuses to stay dead. Now, She's a coffee addict who spends her evening sneaking into the hospital morgue to wake up the dead and talk to them about their lives. Until the day she wakes up a man with a toe tag reading 'D Hale' and now it's her turn to be annoyed because that mother fucker won't stay dead

Name: Charlotte Eloise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: None Species: Witch FC: Leighton Meester There was a lot of pressure that came with being the eldest daughter in the Deveraux home. Unfortunately, Charlotte has never been good under pressure. Her cracks came in the form of rebellion of fooling around with the wrong kind of guys. And when she got pregnant, her mother 'handled' the problem. Taking the child away before Charlotte even had a chance to lay eyes on her daughter. Now, nearly 18 years later, the Deverauxs are on the rapidly losing side of the magical war they've been raging in for generations- and Charlotte's past is back to bite them all

Name: Dimitri Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Leiden Deveraux Species: Witch FC: Louis Partridge The youngest of the Sokolov boys, Dimitri is the perfect mix of Artem and Lev. He knows how to have fun, as one of the more popular guys in school. But he also knows his duty, something his father and eldest brother drilled into his head from a young age. Now if only he could get away from Leiden Deveraux and get her the hell out of his head.

Name: Eden St James Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Isaac Lahey Species: Witch/Werewolf FC: Lily Rose Depp Raised in a wolf pack that abused and discounted her, unable to see the true power that lived within her, Eden unintentionally murdered them all. Soon after she was taken in by Deucalion, who helped her to learn to harness her power and use it purposefully (Mostly for his purposes). Deucalion wants to collect a new toy for his pack, so off to Beacon Hills they go. But none of them know what they are about to face off against.

Name: Isabel Elizabeth Weaver Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Derek Hale Species: Human (With a little druid blood in her) FC: Phoebe Dynevor Running from a bad relationship, Isabel found herself drawn to Beacon Hills for reasons she couldn't explain. She got a job teaching art, made friends and got herself a cute little apartment. Now if only she could get around running into Derek Freaking Hale on a far too regular basis.

Name: Jude Amalie Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Lydia Martin Species: Witch FC: Renee Rapp Living a life as the undisputed future head of the Deveraux family, Jude knew she could get away with murder and she pushed the limit constantly. However that all comes to a screeching halt when her Aunt's mistake finds it's way to town and threatens Jude's standing. At least she'll always have the hot ginger Prom Queen Lydia Martin

Name: Leiden Elise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Dimitri Sokolov Species: Witch Deveraux Princess Leiden has never broken a rule in her life (at least she's never been caught breaking a rule) so when she's approached by not only Eli Hale, but Dimitri Freaking Sokolov to break them all to help solve a mystery her first instinct is to tell them both to take a hike but maybe choosing to do the exciting thing for the first time in her life- is a good thing?

Name: Lev Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: tbd Species: Witch The party boy at heart, Lev has never taken anything too seriously. He's just here to have a good time, being too serious is Artem's job. However when Lev finds himself wrapped up in the McCall Pack drama, he's going to have to put down the party boy image and use his magic to save the damn day, whether he likes it or not.

Name: Mia Celeste Hale Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Jordan Parrish Species: Werewolf Once upon a time, the Hale Pack was a force to be reckoned with. But a bitch taking advantage of Derek and a whole light of kerosene ruined that. Mia was out at a sleep over that night and was forced to watch her famly burned. Lucky for her, her older brother and sister survived and she was able to remain in Beacon Hills. Now a reporter at the Beacon Hills Gazette, she is looking to get closer to the cute new deputy, mostly to keep an eye on things and keep them far far away from her family and Pack

Name: Mikhail Anatoly Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Kate Argent Species: Witch The Patriarch of the Sokolov family, Mikhail is a monster and he doesn't care who knows it. To him the only thing that matters is power and that means getting rid of that damned Deveraux family no matter the cost. Working with multiple accomplices, Mikhail's plan to seize power is never ending.

Name: Wesley Anne Brooks Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Liam Dumbar Species: Werewolf Being a female werewolf is hard. All Westley wants to do is play Lacrosse but she's too rough for the girls team and keeps getting denied for the boys team. But this year is her year, she's campaigned her way in thanks to Past female lacrosse players like Kira. But when Nolan and Gabe begin their crusade to hunt down all the supernatural creatures in the school, her year might just be cut short. Oh and her long lost father? Yeah he's here too

Name: William Henry Argent Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Artem Sokolov Species: Human (Hunter) As a member of the famous Argents, Will knew his place in life. He was to hunt down all the dirty rotten Supernatural creatures ruining the world. However, a quick stop in Beacon Hills to see his family has everything he's ever known derailing in ways he couldn't imagine.

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Asks by AO3 Commenters Pt 9

Ask #140

Asks by Human:

“Is it common for spirits to change their period typical opinions after the time passes and those opinions aren't the norm anymore?”

Nutty: yes and no. It depends on the personality of the individual. A lot of them will change their opinions, others won’t. Sometimes they will completely change, and other times, they still might not agree entirely with it and just not worry about it, so long as the individual is fine with it. It has happened. 

“Andre what's the furthest back in time you have gone?”

Andre: Hmm…maybe the early 1800s. I have never gone back further, because pendant bearers didn’t start actually being a pack until about 1830-something. 

“Is there anyone in the cast that doesn't want children?”

Nutty: in terms of the living cast, i am including the younger ones because some don’t want to grow up to be parents. Alex, Flash, Anthony(Reg and Right’s friend), I think Lucy probably didn’t at first and then it went the other way, and she found herself to love her kids. I think some of the Rockafire members wouldn’t mind kids, although it’s not on their immediate mind, as they don’t imagine themselves as parents. Then you have Stephanie who imagined it since she was 13. 

“What exactly is the relationship between Mikhaïl and Otello?”

Nutty: That one is still in development. I’m leaning towards Mik and Otello’s relationship being kind of a Gaslighting deal at first, because I think when Otello and Mik met(around the time Ivan was a child), Otello was very supportive of Mikhaïl and seemed to be like a father figure to him—until Mikhaïl started trying to take control of his life again. Then Otello became abusive, manipulative and violent. Then their dynamic was more twisted. Mikhaïl is still trying to get out, and Otello keeps manipulating him into staying. Which is why Mik is such a complicated character now.

“What became of Rodie?”

Ivan: Train Crash… long story short…he was forced to drive a train to take prisoners to Siberia. He refused and became one of the prisoners. They were heading out and the track was bombed. Rodion was killed on impact, and so were some of the prisoners he was protecting. Better than being at the Gulag, I guess… Adrik and Isaac were about 15…they were devastated, and so was I. That was my best friend since damn near birth.

Ask #141

Asks by Human:

”Since now the spirit and the mortal realm are connected, do spirits even get sent back? If they do are they like damn now I have to walk all the way back?”

Nutty: The realms can still be separated, it’s just very difficult to do. However, right now, after Drakov pulled his stunt, no, they don’t get sent back, they just become immune to death. I’m not going to say who, but a future helper in the story(who’s alive) gets killed while the portal isn’t fixed, and they just become stronger and harder to hurt. 

“How the hell do you keep all this information about the story and characters in your head?”

Nutty: Some of it’s harder than it looks. I have like 100 characters, both canon to the fandoms and fanon, so some of it needs refreshers. Some of it is very relèvent for me to remember, which is a lot of things. Then I do sometimes write certain things down if it’s a tiny detail that I want to be significant or maybe something I want for a character, like who I imagine they’d sound like. Sometimes I remember them by associating them with songs. For example, All the Things She Said is the one I associate with Adrik and his family’s dynamic. 

“Does Mik have any powers?”

Nutty: He does, I’m just thinking of what ones specifically. Hmm…Hey, Dimitri is extremely strong. I’m thinking their sister would be quite beautiful, maybe Mikhaïl’s is that when he plans things the Effects they have show in little visions, maybe that’s what happened at the end of Money Money Money when he saw Ivan get killed. Maybe that was what triggered his powers. 

“How do we misunderstand eachother so often? Do you usually have misunderstandings with people other than me? Like, that's not rare for me, but it's not this often.”

Nutty: I don’t think we do it all that often, when we do, it’s mostly how we wrote to each other. Sometimes I also might miss at detail. I do that particular thing frequently. 😂😂😂

Ask by Both Human and Cantpickanewusername:

“What are Inessa’s Powers?”

Nutty: I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to this one. So far, three powers in mind. Before she lost her sight, she used to have really good vision, (night vision, seeing things in like a zoom lens level), however, after she was blinded this moved to her ears, so now she has hearing similar to Delores Madrigal. She can hear everything within a radius if she tried hard enough. I also think that her next one is more of a familial ability. That’s their “siren” ability. They can use their seasoned voices to hypnotize people, and even have a form that’s somewhat mermaid-like. Inessa uses this one to eavesdrop or get information out of enemies. Ivan in particular shares this ability with her. 

Ask #142

Asks by Human:

“What did Stalin think of Kira in your universe?”

Nutty: OHHHH, this one’s gonna be fun! Well, I assume, knowing his personality, he and Kira would agree on a lot of things, but they wouldn’t exactly be “friends” like Kira claims they are. In fact, he wouldn’t trust her, he’d probably just have similar views(hence Adrik probs saying he “reminded him too much of his mother”. I make the joke sometimes that Kira is what you get when you mix him  and Joan Crawford). Kira would hold that sicko in high regard, and as a pawn for power, while he just sees her as a follower to exploit and control like everyone else. Evil minds think alike. 

“How do personifications feel about Kira joining in?”

Nutty: I think most of them would hate her, save for maybe Ruth and Otello(Greed and Wrath). I think most of them would be fishy about her. Death might be the most skeptic since she had a hand in stealing his scythe. I think Otello probably likes her, since again, evil minds think alike.

“Do they throw a welcoming party to new personifications, or something like that? Hey, it doesn't happen every day.”

Puppeteer: Sometimes. It depends on the family of personification. If you are one of the Life family, like myself and my grandfather, you get a little ceremony. I think the sins hold rowdy ass parties that Lust and Gluttony plan out. Those guys are wild… Love and Lust’s family has little ceremonies as well. I think there are very few personifications that don’t get a welcome. 

“How close to your art style are my drawings?”

Nutty: Pretty close. The way you draw hands and the occasional doll-like expressions are the only obvious differences I can see, and the latter is a very rare occurrence. You seem pretty good at doing a different art style. I’m not so lucky about that, I usually have to have a reference or even trace said reference at times. The hands are better, actually. Got any tips? 😂😂 but yeah, your art style is almost identical.

Ask #143

Asks by Human:

“This is gonna be fun. Arman, opinions on your new group?”

Arman: Hmm…The man seems to be at his wits end. Has an obsession with the pendant bearers, just not for their magic. I want their magic, he wants their lives, it’s a perk. The black haired woman, Kira I think was her name, is quite insufferable. I haven’t dealt with much from her, but I still find her annoying. Me and her little friend hit it off, though. She gets me. She finds me to be a good guy. Then there’s that Puppet Woman. I like her, but she gives me the creeps. 

“For the Evils, opinions on your newest member?”

Drakov: I can’t stand him. I know the things he’s done, and yet Kira and Yulia and Puppeteer don’t listen. Well, Puppeteer usually does…Damn, they drive me nuts.  Kira: I respect his fighting style. That’s about it.

Yulia: i like him, he and I seem so similar. I could almost be his daughter figure. 

( Is it to early for questions like this? If it is, I am sorry)

“What are Envy and Ruth like?”

Nutty: It’s not that early, trust me. Envy is basically a wannabe pop star, and is jealous of the greats. She throws tantrums when someone has something she wants but doesn’t have, like, full on bratty child level stuff. I’m thinking she’s close with Otello, who dotes on her. She often pouts because she wants everything, and is kind of a hoarder with what she does have. Her room is a mess. She also would be a very jealous and petty girlfriend, who’d go off on her boyfriend for just thinking about another girl. The woman could be his mother and she’d throw a fit. However, she is still the youngest personification to be a spirit first, biologically being 17-18. She still has the mind of a high school girl. Ruth has a fiery temper and was probably a killer in life. She has no off switch and says what she thinks, is very violent and screams at people if it’s not her way. She makes Envy look like a saint.

”Would Ruth and Kira get along since Kira is pretty wrathful herself? Holly hell Kira is a candidate for 3 personification positions.”

Nutty: Funny story, I considered promoting Kira to Wrath rather than Pride, because Kira is infamous for her temper, however, I had Ruth’s design in my head for a while. Besides, I was thinking, Kira represents all of them, but the root of it all is pride. She thinks she’s above everyone else and deserves everything. I think maybe the old Pride fades and that’s when she’s promoted. And yes, I think Kira and Ruth would get along very well. Also, for the third personification, Pride, Wrath and what else? Lust or Greed?

“That reminds me, can one person be a personification of more than one thing?”

Nutty: You can really only represent one thing, but can do things with other personifications. Hence Lust being able to contribute a little love, or Death taking people later than usual, prolonging life.

“Otello, do you enjoy being surrounded with ladies?”

Otello: Do I~? (Blows a kiss to Ruth and Gluttony) I say I do. Lust has made the comment I beat him with womanizing sometimes. It’s fun. Some of them have money to their name. Kira I hear is loaded…can’t wait to meet her.

“Why not recruit Joseph? Some clout might not be bad?”

Drakov and Yulia:(panicked) NO!

Kira: They say he’s too strict. That and apparently Drakov knows that it would be too easy. Stephanie, Adrik and the small children would be tripping all over themselves. 

“Wait, if Lola is into violent people, was she originally into Lucy because she was a part of a gang/ killing people on Drakov's orders?”

Lucy: She was. We’re the same age. She was part of our gang and I dated her for a while…before I found she was a cheating little brat. 

Ask #144

Asks by Human:

“Does Ruth have muscles? Like not so much that she is really bulky, but you can still see them when they aren't covered by clothes.”

Nutty: She does. She probably has a workout room, mostly with punching bags. 

“How old were Adrik and Issac when Mik died?”

Nutty: Maybe about 4-5. Isaac vaguely remembers him(Mik kinda doted on Isaac because he had Inessa’s eyes)

“How much younger is Mikhail's sister than he is?”

Nutty: About 5-6 years younger.

“Kira did they not let you keep your cane in hell?”

Kira: I woke up there and I couldn’t see it. I was just in my clothes. I didn’t get it back until I went to the living realm again. My damn son had it in a closet!

Ask #145

Asks by Human:

“Wait, if those are Otello's only standards, are family members not of the table? Otello would you marry your hot cousin to keep the money in the family?”

Nutty: My dumbass needs to think things through, lol. He wouldn’t hook up with his cousin, lol. Maybe he has that standard, lol.

”I don't think you've said what Puppeteer thinks of Arman?”

Puppeteer: Not a bad looking guy, and definitely made trauma, but, I think he’s kinda sick. He’s sort of gross..like yulia.

“Since child mortality rate was so high in the past, do some of the older spirits like Mik and Inessa have siblings that have died before reaching adulthood?”

Mikhail: My sister was almost one of them. I’d heard about kids around me dying earlier, I had a friend or two that did. Inessa was an only child.  Vova: I was myself, and I never heard Mum or Arman talking about theirs.

”That talk about Otello being apprehensive about Kira's abuse made me think what would all the other spirits think of Kira and her actions? (Although I guess he was more worried about getting abused himself, not disgusted that she was an abuser)”

Nutty: Otello probably wouldn’t mind still hooking up with Kira, so long as it was a short term thing. Hey, she’s rich and pretty, he’d think about it. Emile(Envy) would probably want some of Kira’s things, but would otherwise be cranky or worried around her. Lust, Gluttony and Sloth would despise her, Gluttony the most out of them. Lust would at least tolerate her, since he was sort of behind her infidelity early on. Ruth and her would be best friends. Ruth would adore her, probably taking her under her wing. Then the other personifications would likely dislike her, too. I think Death is annoyed with her. For spirits, Ivan, Isaac and the rest of the Petrovs don’t like her. Nadia bloody hates her. Emma and Andy are probably frightened of her. Leo is neutral with her, Rita and Wendall hate her, Rita especially would detest what she does. Lilly tries to avoid her, Lucas is very against Kira and her actions, especially if they hurt who he cares about. Constantine already knows her, Sergei had a bad feeling about her from the word go, Lina just met her and is kind of concerned about her, Nikolai despises her, mostly when he found out she killed Lev. Lev is scared of her, Natalia is suspicious about her, and so is most of the others. Yulia is the only one, along with Leo and maybe Arman that doesn’t completely fear or dislike her.

What did Ivan and Mik do for a living?”

Nutty: I’m thinking Ivan would be a writer of some kind. Not a book writer, but something along the lines of a reporter or journalist, and the times he left home was to go for events. I don’t know yet what Mik would be, I’d have to think of it. Do some more historical research. 

“Does Mikhail's sister hate him for what he had done?”

Nutty: Oh, no, she still loves her brother, she just hated what he did. After all, Ivan was her only nephew.

“Stephanie do you like maths?”

Steph: Well, it depends on the math. I don’t mind algebra, I don’t like a lot of math though, yet I’m not bad at it. Not good, not bad. I’m good enough to pass.

“What do y'all think, is percusive maintenance a good way to get your brain to work like with an old TV?”

Dmitri: 15 year old me thought so.

Steph: It works until you hurt yourself.

Reginald: No. no it does not work.

rolfe: who says it doesn’t work?

Reginald: Don’t try this at home!

Ask #146

Ask by Cantpickanewusername:

”When did you start writing the series?”

Nutty: Well, I had the concept of the fanfiction about five-six years ago, but I started publishing the stories about 3 years ago. The YouTube channel was first, around the time my fics were still kinda rough and loopy, then my AO3 and then my Deviantart a little over a year later.

Ask #147

Asks by Human:

“How much of a Karen are Kira, Yulia and Arman in public?”

Nutty: Kira and Arman are the key definition of a Karen when in public, Kira is the type to say, “HoW DaRe you, Do YoU KnOw wHo I AM.” And probably will in the story, too. Yulia, however, she acts smug, but she’s also the type to flirt her way into things.

“Let's say, purely theoretically 😁, that you want another personification to do something for you. How do you get them to do it? Would they accept payment? What would be that payment? Do I have to befriend them first so they will do that for me as a favour for a friend? Do I have to make them fall in love with me?”

Nutty: It mostly depends on the personification. If you want Puppeteer to do something for you, so long as it’s traumatizing she’ll do it. Death often doesn’t take any sort of deal, unless it impacts the realms. Time is actually more than happy to do things in regards to people, he’s probably the one that slows time in benefit for humans. Fate is more like Time, but less forgiving, you go against the deal you made and she and Karma will seal your fate. Love, Loyalty and Knowledge will do anything in a deal, so long as it’s Moral. Lust, Gluttony and Sloth make deals themselves but are looser with theirs, if they have something that benefits them as well, they’ll do it, but since they were human at one point, they still seem in tact with that side, and will back out in a worse case scenario. However, a deal with Ruth, Otello or Kira are as dangerous as actually making a deal with one of the Princes of Hell, or even the Devil himself. It’s always more beneficial to them, and it is very difficult to break the deal, especially one of Otello’s deals. It takes loopholes to free yourself from it. Hence why Mikhaïl, even though he’s technically redeemed and freed, still struggles with Otello at times. Mother Nature never does deals. She’s the worst at keeping promises. Ask Death, he can tell you firsthand.

“You have once said that Wrath would be the easiest one of the personifications to get them to do something for you, why is that? No, need to worry, this set of questions is purely hypothetical and my motivation is purely curiosity 😁. Having someone else do it for you is much less fun than getting your own hands dirty!”

Nutty: Because people get angry very easily, and by human nature we think irrationally when we are pissed off. I would assume that Wrath(Ruth) would take advantage of people’s anger and twist it to her liking. She will do things if it gets her a good time, as killing and beating people up is kind of a hobby and specialty for her.

“Did anyone do anything for April fools? Who likes to pull pranks on people?”

Stephanie: I’m not all that great with pranks. Besides, some of the people here you don’t wanna piss off.

Rolfe: I do April Fools. I am what they would call a prank master. (Dmitri shouts and gets stuck in the ceiling) 

Dmitri: WHO THE FUCK PUT AN EJECTOR IN THE FLOOR?! 

Rolfe: (Shushes)

Stephanie: Rolfe, Buddy, please tell me that was the only one-

Rolfe: Well…long story short, when adrik and right get theirs they are going to kill me.  stephanie: Why?

Adrik: WHO USED ALL MY PAINTS TO PAINT “IM WITH STUPID” ON ME AND DIA’S BEDROOM WALL?!

Right: ROLFE, I KNOW IT WAS YOU THAT POURED SAWDUST IN MY JACKET!

Stephanie: Oh my god.

Ask #148

Asks by Human:

“Can a normal person befriend a personification?”

Death: It has happened. Its happened with my brother, my son, my grandchildren. It has certainly happened with Love and her brother, it’s very much happened with my Mum. It’s never happened with me, but, it’s happened. Huh… (dejectedly) it’s never happened with me. 

“How do deals with personifications work?”

Nutty: Usually, for the typical ones, it’s similar to a paper deed of permission, while with evil ones like Greed, it’s either the usual, a paper form, or by giving him something in exchange, usually a little of the individual’s currency(Mikhaïl gave Otello some rubles for some tips. I don’t think he knew Otello was greed, I think he just thought he was a friend, a comrade he could turn to for help). 

“How do Mik's powers work? How long after he sold his son did he get them? I guess it was after he received that letter from Ivan.”

Nutty: I think it was the night after the wedding, Ivan and Kira were on their “honeymoon”, and it just sorta kicked in in the worst way for Mik, since one of the first visions he got was of Ivan’s death. He probably got some happy ones, too, probably seeing visions of his 3 grandsons.

“Izzy, why such beef with Stephanie?”

Steph: It’s not just beef with me, I sorta have beef with him, mostly for what he did to Lucy, and, dare I say, Mr. Serial Killer over here. If Isaac didn’t drown his sorrows in alcohol, none of that shit that happened would’ve happened. He probably has a grudge against me because I got a little disrespectful. I understand that. He is guilty until proven innocent, like Adrik was. I mean, I wanna like him, I really do, but right now, he just gives me the vibe of, “Lonely ass drunk that doesn’t know what he has”.  Isaac: More like, “Lonely ass drunk trying to drown out the memory of losing his wife, being hated and kicked out by his mother, being separated from his family and watching his favorite mentor die in front of him”.  steph:…but perhaps I’m being a bit harsh.

Ask #149

Asks by Human:

“Can spirits have children? I would have assumed no, but you have created an OC who would have been Ivan and Amita's child had she not been infertile.”

Nutty: I like to think they can. It’s not as common as a living realm person, but spirits can have kids. So, hypothetically, if Adrik and Nadia want another kid(I’m contemplating but it’s not set in stone yet), it could happen. 

“Mik and Inessa, opinions on those who like the people of the same gender? Fun fact some of your descendants are those people!”

Mikhail: It seems sort  immoral. Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. I just assume it’s that way. However, if I have descendants that way, either my descendants are bad people or I’m just uncultured in present day shenanigans. I’ve been wrong before. I can be set straight again and take it. I won’t judge. 

Inessa: You can actually do that without it being deliberate? I was always told it was a bad thing. Hmm. Well, maybe. I’ll figure out the concepts. 

Nutty: They aren’t homophobic, but they aren’t very present-day like. They still have more traditional views on it, but they aren’t going to go up to someone like Dmitri and scream “YOUR GOING TO HELL!” Mikhaïl would be like, “Uh…this is different, what am I seeing?” While Inessa would be like, “Hmm, not what I was raised on but it’ll come to me.” She’s more like Ivan, or Ivan is more like her. They definitely don’t agree with/understand it but are silent about it and try to see it differently.

“Also your son wasn't just strange he had something we now call Autism. Also pretty much every descendant of his has it too.”

Mikhail: What is this Autism? And…that’s why he was so wacky as child? The screaming at the church bells? The odd obsessions with constellations and music? The things he’d do with his hands and his jumpiness? Huh. Here, i just assumed he was eccentric. 

“Since you have said that Mik was kinda distrustful of people outside of Soviet Union, did that extend only to Europeans, or to non Europeans too? Where were non Europeans on the list?” 

Nutty: It’s not so much everyone outside of the soviets, but I’m contemplating the concept of it mostly bein French/British people since a concept I’m having that I might pitch is that a rich family from France came to speak with some Russian nobles and they probably did something to his family, which also included treating him and his family like filth, so that’s why he’s so salty with French people? I wanna flesh it out and have it be more than just “they bullied me”, I want it to be something deep in his core, it’s something i Wanna talk about. I don’t think he interacts much with Asians, Africans or Americans, up until possibly the SAF gang. He probably doesn’t get along with Belgians or Irish people, either, and obviously would butt heads with anyone German due to stereotypes, courtesy of the First World War, but I think he has no problems with people from places like Italy or Scotland. Currently I’m leaning towards the concept of him being bitter with French people and British people for some reason. 

“Kira opinion on the KKK? *Hides behind a brick wall*” (TW!!)

Kira: What the hell’s the KKK?  Steph: They were a cult that hated non-white people and would often kill them. 

Kira: Huh. They sound a little twisted. Hm. Hold my brandy.

Ask #150

Asks by Human:

“Who is a fan of dark humour?”

Stephanie: Pretty much everyone in their own right. Save for the kids, they’re too innocent yet. I personally can get twisted.

“Did Dimitri know about Isaac's halucinations before the events of "Things Not Seen"”

Dmitri: i didn’t know much about Uncle Isaac at all up until recently, just that Father had a brother who allegedly died or left the family when he was 15.

“Wait, why doesn't Yulia like Stalin?”

Yulia: KIRA WOULDNT SHUT UP ABOUT HIM! She might as well been in love with him!

steph:(shudders loudly) God!! Don’t put that Image in my head!

Yulia: Anyways, stupid ramblings aside, he was just dangerous. You couldn’t talk to him without the likelihood he’d kill you.

“Personifications, what are you into gender wise?”

Puppeteer: I like anyone and everyone twisted. Gender is irregardless.

Lust: For me, it’s strictly girls.

Love: I really only like Guys.  Death:…I assume just women.  Time: Women.

Fate: Men.

Deception: I like men and women.  Insanity: I like men. Always have.

Guilt: Just women for me.

Envy: Bisexual.

Nutty: Most personifications are straight, but Puppeteer is pansexual, Insanity is gay, Envy and Deception are bisexual, and of all the personifications right now, that’s about it.

Ask #151

Asks by Human:

“what are the cooking headcanons for the newer characters? Anyone on my level 😂?”

Nutty: Gracie can probably cook, Sergei and Nikolai definitely can. Nadia’s not a bad cook, she can make things that taste good, but it’s not like cookbook level stuff. Adrik struggles with cooking. Most stuff he could set on fire or just make really off kilter, like adding too much or too little of something. Part of that is mostly due to his mother’s criticism tho. Speaking of which, don’t ask him to make any type of cake, he will burn that sucker with his anxiety. Anthony, one of my newer ones, isn’t all that great of a cook, and Copper does most of the cooking in her and Lucy’s relationship since she’s pretty good at it.

“Isaac how's not drinking going?”

Isaac: Not bad for me. Temptation is a beast, but it’s not as difficult as the other former alcoholics sound. But, safe to say, I don’t want to touch a bottle of alcohol any time soon.

“Mikhail's sisters power is that she is really beautiful? If so how does that work?”

Nutty: Not exactly being beautiful, but I thought him having foresight, or knowledge, mixed well with Dimitri’s brawn and their sister’s beauty. I’m still thinking of her power, but I may base it on something with beauty, like maybe warping mirror images or something.

“Stephanie, Lucas, do you have any shal we say less then socially acceptable OCD symptoms? If you know, you know.“

Steph:(exchanges a look with Lucas) I don’t think we understand. 

Ask #152

Asks by Human:

“Apparently it's international ace day. Happy ace day to all the aces! Which reminds me, do people makesome (good natured) jokes because of that?”

Nutty: Hm…not sure. 

“Is anyone aromantic out of the cast?”

Steph: Flash is. I think so far he and Anderson are the only ones. 

“What are Armans opinions on pickup artistry?”

Nutty: He’s probably done it.

“Kira, you know that your son is a bit into men too?”

kira: HES WHAT?! Wait until I get my hands on him…

”So Otello, Ruth, Sloth and Gluttony are also straight?”

Nutty: Ruth might be into girls, still thinking on her, but yes, they’re straight.

“You've once said that Mik found out what was happening when he got the letter from his son. Since he now has his powers, is that retconed?”

Nutty: Probably. I hope you don’t mind.

Ask #153

Asks by Human:

“What exactly did Andre mean by: what girl of your background doesn’t fall over themselves on a mission?”

Nutty: Lol, I assume the wording sounded trippy, but he was, in essence, insinuating that Stephanie’s had a healthy, non-combative childhood that didn't involve her having to learn mission based maneuvers. Stephanie usually relies on her pendant or the others’ fighting skills, since she’s a bit more like Sofania in the fact she doesn’t like to fight very much and unlike Sofania, isn’t as good at fighting and is better with words and rules to get a point across.

“For Kira's dad, are you proud of yourself?”

???: I’m proud that I had a hand in my daughter becoming as famous as she did, but not so proud I just let her run off with that Petrov boy, Knowing what became of him, now.

“Also how do you feel about Kira's brother? Do you like him or just tolerate him?”

???: I avoided him. I could tell he wasn’t my son. Although, I didn’t exactly bond much with Kira either. I just wanted the little harlot away from me. I didn’t bond much with either of them.

“How mad are you at your wife for cheating on you?”

???: I cheated on her as well. That’s her problem, and our decision. I was a bit offended that her morals turned up so loose, but it doesn’t matter.

Ask #154

Asks by Human:

“Do Yulia, Kira and Arman sometimes mess up when speaking English? How does that look?”

Nutty: They do. Arman does it the most since his English is the most broken of the trio. Kira’s, as good as she is at languages, and even when it’s the best English of the trio, is actually still really guttural when she’s angry. The angrier she is, the stronger the accent. Sometimes she even sounds like Adrik’s accent when she’s livid. Then she has the audacity to say that Adrik’s English is terrible for making one mistake or stutter.

“Also, who taught those 3 English? Because they deserve a medal. Only thing that gives them away is their accent and not going em.., um..., er... while trying to figure out how the hell are you supposed to say this in English? I am jealous.”

Nutty: I think Kira and Arman’s families taught them so they could interact with many groups of people or understand what they’re saying. Also because publicity. Yulia, i think her parents didn’t really give two damns, Yulia probably just learned to speak English to be on Kira’s level. 

“While we are at the topic of languages, how's the Russian pronunciation going Stephanie 🤭? Are you enjoying the consonants?”

Steph: ITS A PAIN! I don’t know how Dmitri and Grigori’s families understand each other! It’s fine, I enjoy it, but holy crap! i get so frustrated with it. 

“How old do dead people look as spirits? If they look the age they died, does Yulia look like a grandma?”

Nutty: I like to think that the spirits who died suddenly look the age they died. If they died of old age overall, or died at an older age, they could look physically younger than what they are, hence why yulia looks so young and all that now. She’s pulling a Mother Gothel in a lack of better terms. Some of them do that, others choose not to. I think vova could, too, despite being a suicide, because of his age. So, if Dmitri or Grigori were to die, in any circumstance, they could make themselves look like they did in their 30s. So, yeah, without aging herself back physically and mentally, she could very much look like a grandmother. Well, more like an old witch than anything.

Ask #155

Asks by Human:

“What was Otello like towards Vincent?”

Vincent: He didn’t really acknowledge that I was there that often. When he did, it wasn’t pleasant. He never really…hit me, but his words felt worse. He did the same thing to my mother. He usually was just at work or talking with other people, or in his office, counting all his money. Most of that money stayed in his office. He didn’t use a dime of it to help my mother when she needed him the most. I let that burden fall on my shoulders. When my mother died, he didn’t take into account how it made me feel, he just said my mother’s illness rendered all my attempts hopeless. What was I supposed to do, Father? Let her rot away? She was my mother. 

Nutty: Otello was pretty neglectful of Vince, and often left Vincent to his mother or other people working for them to tend to Vince. Whenever Otello was around Vincent, he was usually verbally abusive towards Vincent, or at least underhanded with him. 

“What does Issac's wife know about how he lived before meeting her?”

Nutty: I can’t get too into it, but Andrea knew quite a bit about Isaac before they met as adults. Let’s just say their eventual dynamic was written in the stars. However, Andrea knew that Isaac was being abused by his mother, and that he couldn’t escape from it. She knew a little about his paranoia, and, I don’t know if I wrote it at all or if it was different, but Andrea probably knows a small amount of Isaac’s hallucinations, too.

“Kira, need your expert's opinion here! What would hypotheticaly be better, leaving the body where it was or trying to dispose of it? Come on Kira, I even drew a pretty drawing of you!”

Kira: It depends where you are when you killed them. For some of my victims, I’ve mostly disposed of them or hid them somehow. Ivan was really my only in sight victim, and I made sure it looked like a suicide. Who would suspect a woman to murder a man?

Steph: H-Human, WHAT DID YOU DO?! 😨😨😨😨

“While we are at it. What would Kira think of the drawing?”

Kira: Hmmm…you’ve really captured my likeness. However, my hair is too short.

Adrik: Mother, it looks just like you.

Ask #156

Asks by Human:

“Is Puppeteer only limited to people who have trauma, anxiety etc or could she do the same thing to a normal person? Like cause a normal person to have panick attacks or give them intrusive thoughts?”

Puppeteer: I am mostly limited to the traumatized or overly anxious. Usually I have followed the person for a while, and the person usually has a reason for me following them.

”You've said Stephanie has a dark sene if humour. How dark are we talking about? Stephanie, give me a joke as an example.”

Stephanie: When I’m put on the spot, I can’t think of anything very good, per se, but what I have in mind might cause Right and Lukey to kill me. “I think it’s safe to say warmth is to die for. Hey, my friend Lucas died to it, I guess it’s true.” 

“So Vincent is Italian? If I tied his arms and legs to a chair, how difficult would it be for him to speak? 😁(This was a joke, no offence was ment to any potential Italian readers)”

Vincent:(laughs) That was kinda cute, Human. It wouldn’t be too hard for me to talk, although when I get nervous, my hands go everywhere. It’s quite funny, really. 

“Insanity how fun was torturing Adrik and Issac?”

Insanity: It was quite fun. They had so much to go off of and such reactions to my chains! I heard the voices Puppeteer would make for their minds and speak to them about that. Adrik was probably one of the easiest people to manipulate ever. Isaac isn’t too far behind. 

“Kira why are you letting Otello be the leader of your little group when you are obviously more qualified? 🍿”

Kira: Believe me, I’ve thought about it, but let’s just say, unlike Ivan, he isn’t a pushover. The crazy man could kill me. I’ll get there, one day.

“I feel like drawing something, but don't know what. Any ideas?”

Nutty: I don’t like to make people draw things, but I kinda want to see something with the Romanos in your style, like Vincent, Otello, and or Martina.

Ask #157

Asks by Human:

”Rolfe, how are you doing after all the bullying?”

Rolfe: I’m doing a little better than, say, when I met Stephanie and Rachel and all of them. I’m still a little insecure and such, but it’s starting to matter less and less recently. Now I wish I could get past the wreck.

“Also what did that bullying look like? Mean words? Destruction of property? Physical assault?”

Rolfe: It depended on the kid. Terrie, my biggest victimizer, and his posse liked beating me up and things like that. They said a lot of demeaning things. One time, Terrie jammed me in my locker and my tail got caught in the little slits. Broke the lower half of my tail in  many places, and it never really healed. Got it removed to avoid complications. Then there’s Terrie throwing me against the walls, tripping me, decking me as we got older. When my parents died, he didn’t hesitate to make jokes about it. I hated him all through school. I eventually snapped when I was about 13. I beat him up after seven years of things like that and then dropped out. About destruction of property, he almost used a lighter to burn my mother’s scarf-I was still having nightmares and emotional moments, and he still did that. i remember when I beat him up before dropping out, I stopped when I saw how much he was crying. I found out when we grew up he was a product of his father, who was in prison by that point. 

“Wrath are you a fan of child abuse?”

Wrath: Hey, whatever gets the point across. 

“Do members of Kira's sin group have some good qualities like how Kira wouldn't rape someone? Redeeming quality is wouldn't rape people, the bar us in fucking hell.”

Nutty: Well, besides Kira’s detest of r@pe, I think none of them support that kinda thing. Or at least not the way Yulia does. So far Lust is kinda turning out like a “meaner” version of Helluva Boss’ version of Asmodeus, and while I want similarities, I don’t want him to be  completely exact. He’s a decent guy to be around but he’s also very jealous when he wants to be and has a temper from Hell. I’m thinking his standard slowly becomes less and less what he represents, which could cause him to fade if nothing is done about it. He’s trying to find someone to take his place. Envy I think has standards in the aspect she wouldn’t actually murder to get her way. She still sabotages, but draws the line at murder. Gluttony, I think doesn’t like stealing and bad table manners. Like, Otello would just barge into her house at random and chow down on her food, without asking, claiming he’s “starving”. I think she’s a stickler for manners. Otello hates getting someone brutally killed. I think in certain cases, if he feels directly responsable for someone’s death, it drives him bonkers. I think if it means not killing someone-and it’s free, he would help someone. But his paranoia for cash kinda ruins it most of the time. Sloth is probably a good guy in all ways except he expects everyone to do everything for him, other than that, he’s one of the nicest ones there. Wrath is like Kira and doesn’t like r@pe, and I also think she defends whoever she is loyal to, to make sure they never get attacked again. So, the most redeeming qualities of each one is, Kira hates r@pe, Otello doesn’t like getting people brutally hurt over his actions, gluttony likes manners, Lust and Sloth are pretty much decent people, besides Lust being a flirt, and extremely jealous, and Sloth being lazy all the time, Wrath is loyal, and Envy refuses to be murderous. Wrath, Greed and Pride are the meanest, tho. Envy is between them and, as stated before, Lust, Sloth and Gluttony are rebelling to not be what they represent anymore(basically all, either someone else takes it or the demons that represent it take it), and are trying to get Envy involved, too. 

“What are some examples of Otello treating Vince poorly?”

Vincent: I remember when Mother died, he stood next to me over her, and I asked him why he didn’t help her. All he said was, “It’s idiotic to spend money and time on a hopeless matter”. He basically said I was an idiot for doing something to save my mother. Sometimes, he’d mention he had no family while I was at his hip. He’d call me a money sucking leech. He’d say he wished he could throw me into the street. Things like that. He was embarrassed of me, and wasn’t afraid to show it. Then he never came for me when I ran off. Not even a search party. I know he wouldn’t care, but a part of me thought maybe he’d care if he almost lost me…he never did.

Ask #158

Asks by Human:

“Puppeteer and Insanity, I have one really simple question for you that I can't believe I haven't asked before. Ehem: WHYYYYYYYYYYY????!!?!!?!!??”

Nutty: Pffffft, I laughed too hard at that.

“Wait, you've said that Puppeteer is mostly limited to those who are traumatized or overly anxious. Key word mostly. Who are those other people?”

Nutty: she sometimes comes after people who deal with intense fears. She’d be the one that puts the out of place fears into someone without traumatizing them. Probably comes up with the weird phobias(like the one that somewhere in the world a duck is watching you). She’s kinda picky because plain little fears get boring. She likes something that spices it up.

“Nutty, do you have any tips for drawing faces?”

Nutty: I usually draw them with few details. I think the way you draw the eyes’ shape and the mannerism of the pupils is the biggest thing. The mouth depends on the emotion. When a character in the fic is pissed off, I usually draw kind of a squiggly shape or that baggy looking mouth for that. I draw a jagged mouth for disgust, concern or anguish, sadness is also the baggy shape, and for a smile, depending on the smile, is usually kind of the watermelon slice mouth, or some kind of trapezoidal figure. I make it shaky or overly exaggerated(large) if it’s a fake one. 

“I might have an idea for what to draw with the Romanos and it might be commedic, so I hope that's fine. It also might be digital. I do however need to know what Vincent looked like as a kid? I will also most likely not be drawing his mother. I don't really know what she looks like, I have seen like one picture of her.”

Nutty: All that’s okay. I have drawn an angst comic of Martina but I won’t post it, if I do it’ll be part of the prequel series as a flashback. I understand that.

Also, would you like me to make a tutorial video on how I draw certain characters’ designs and expressions?

Ask #159

Asks by Human:

“Does anyone have anxiety besides Stephanie?”

Nutty: Lucas, Rolfe(major league), Reginald, Dmitri, Adrik, Sergei, and Nadia. Rolfe, Lucas, Nadia, and Adrik’s is mostly social, tho. 

“What does Otello want with Mikhail?”

Mikhail: A puppet. Someone who does what I demand of them.

“Ivan how's the PTSD doing? I wonder how it's going to affect his life with Amita.”

Ivan: It’s going as good as you could expect.  Nutty: It would affect it quite a bit. The duo would be extremely close and loving, but Amita would have to make sure Ivan’s feeling okay and would have to comfort him a lot. They’d probably have tiffs over Ivan’s view of self-worth, especially when Ivan gets the thought in his head Amita is like Kira and other girls he’s been with and just wants him for you know what. 

“Can Mikhail activate his power on command, or does it only happen randomly? Like, let's say he is about to make a decision and wants to see what the outcome would be, could he do that?”

Nutty: Maybe, I think he probably could but also probably gets it out of the blue, too, especially when he’s stressed or overstimulated. 

“Who knows about his powers?”

Nutty: So far, Inessa and Otello. Maybe, maybe Dimitri and their sister. I don’t think anyone else, not even Ivan, is aware yet.

Ask #160

Asks by Human:

“Do the events of "Things not seen" happen after the events in my drawing?”

Nutty: I was thinking about it. Sorry, I should probably write that in the description. 

“Why would Otello want puppets? Just for kicks or does he actually have something he needs them for?”

Mikhail: He usually uses us like puppets to be recruiters or punching bags. Sometimes as a means to hurt or trick others. 

“Since Mikhaïl was worried about Amita being horrible towards Ivan, wouldn't he be able to just use his powers and see that she wouldn't treat him poorly?”

Nutty: He probably didn’t think about it yet. He might consider doing it. Not sure, I’ll have to think of that when I write it. 

“Who is depressed or has depression amongst the group?”

Nutty: I think Lucy, Right, Adrik, Isaac and Ivan all have it. I’m not sure, but I think I’ve answered this one before a few months back. I apologize if I was being rude. 

Ask #161

Asks by Human:

“Mikhail and Ivan are both dead, why would Ivan care about wether his father approves of Amita or not? What could Mik even do?”

Nutty: I do have it in the story that they could live the way they lived in life if they were good people, without any restrictions, so that’s why you can still get married and date and such in the Spirit Realm. Ivan wants his dad to approve because he wants to marry Amita, and he doesn’t want his family to be mad at him if they didn’t like her. He’s dealt with that sort of treatment from Kira, and so he wants his family to be aware they love each other. All Mik could do is be a dick about it. I mean, he could stop the wedding and probably does try to at first, but probably changes his mind. 

“Similarly what could Otello do to Mik if he were to just leave?”

Nutty: Probably brainwash him or beat him to a quivering pulp. He’d make sure that Mikhaïl regrets his decisions. 

“What are Otello's powers?”

Nutty: He helps to create the voice of every greedy feeling. He’s the person who can say, “you want it all, you want more, you don’t know what else is in store”. He technically feeds off of it. He gets stronger with time. He can also conjure up money to lure in greedy people, and is also good with deals. Making a deal with Otello could be like making a deal with the Devil. 

“Is Puppeteer behind those random fears like what if instead of in the privacy of your room you have mindlessly forgoten you are in public and are taking your clothes off in front of everyone like some weirdo that should be sectioned?”

Nutty: She helps to make fears so maybe…? I guess that’s what occurs when Puppeteer gets into Sloth’s liquor closet.

Ask #162

Asks by Human:

“Were some of the things retconed in the time from when I asked untill now?”

Nutty: To be quite honest, I think there was something, yet I can’t remember for the life of me what it was. Maybe later I’ll remember. 

“Does Adrik know about Dmitris bulimia?”

Adrik: Dmitri has bullimia…? Oh, that poor man…I didn’t, but I do now… he probably got it from me.

“Wait, how did you not know about Jeffry Dahmer simps? You've made that "This is a Homicidal Maniac-No, you may not date him" video about Puppeteer and Andre, so you did know some people simp over serial killers.”

Nutty: I mean, I knew it probably happened but I didn’t know there was a whole group of people that were all, “damn he’s hot” or something like that. I just attributed that concept to Puppeteer’s personality without being aware of the followings. thats quite interesting, though.

Ask #163

Asks by Human:

“Puppeteer, do you have a nickname? Writing out your full name is a pain sometimes.”

Puppeteer: Well, Andre was calling me teardrops. My human name is Pamela, or Pam. Insanity calls me his partner in crime. Guilt, Consolation and my old lover called me Patches, because patchwork dolls are my specialty. 

“When was Vincent born?”

Vincent: I was born in 1900. I was 37 when I died. I’m six years older than Ivan, Kira, Amita, Jenna and Yulia. 

“How often does Kira drink and how much? Same for Yulia.”

Ivan: There was times Kira would drink, depending on the drink, if it was a lighter drink, two or three bottles. If it was pure straight up vodka she’d down the equivalent of a bottle or two. It’s a wonder she didn’t kill herself doing it. Yulia was just as bad. She’d down rum like it was water. 

“Is there anyone amongst your characters that doesn't want kids?”

Nutty: I remember answering a similar question but I might’ve changed my mind on some things. I might have it that while Marianne and Gracie both love kids, they don’t think they’d be good mothers so wouldn’t adopt kids or anything. I don’t see Rolfe’s daughter, Winnie having any kids. Eileen probably didn’t want to have or plan on having kids but loves Marianne and Hunter anyway. Presumedly. I think a lot of Rolfe’s band mates, while they love kids, they like to entertain them, and save for Rolfe, Dook and Mitzi, don’t think they could raise them in a healthy environment with them being gone a lot. Flash, being a kid, hasn’t thought much about being a dad when he grew up. Steph, however… A lot of the characters either wanted kids, or had them by accident and loved them, or they just never thought about it. 

“Are there some odd or unusual things Stephanie does because of her anxiety, OCD or autism?”

Nutty: She fidgets, and paces…a lot. She flusters and stammers when talking to people when she’s mad or scared. She’s probably one of those that after all the bad guys and paparazzi and stuff, has learned to lock the doors impulsively, close the curtains, and make sure the security cameras are on. She also has to know what a person is doing or her mind spirals because she’ll think they are endangered or blowing her off. She does sometimes worry she’s going to hurt someone in any way her ocd and anxiety sees fit to whisper in her mind. She’s also taken to constantly making sure dangerous objects, like knives and guns aren’t anywhere they could hurt someone after the Lacey incident. For her autism stuff, it’s especially her stims. She is always doing something with her hands and feet, and drums her fingers. She also scrapes at the desks and tables when she’s very, very stressed out. Her desk probably has claw marks.

“How much does Stephanie downplay her mental struggles?”

Nutty:  Steph has been traumatized and doesn’t know. Her struggles and their portrayal vary. When it’s something minuscule, she shows her irritation very clearly, and has been known to panic on occasions. However, when she lost one of her best friends, she was in shock for weeks and tried to bottle it up, acting like everything is fine. Stephanie acts all chipper and positive around everyone else, but she also tends to be hiding a nervous wreck underneath. Someone who always fears everything will be pulled out from under her feet, and who can never do enough to make up for whatever screw up she makes. She dreads being a bad leader, fearing she’s like a butcher leading sheep to slaughter. She also tries to convince herself that the people around her have it worse. Especially where her family, as well as Rolfe, Lucy, Reg, Dmitri, Flash and Right are concerned. She uses them as self examples quite a bit. As an excuse to say, “everything is fine”. That’s the reason she refuses to see if she’s as traumatized as everyone else. 

“Did Inessa know what was going on with Mikhail and Otello?”

Mikhail: No…and I don’t ever want her to find out. He could hurt her.

“Mikhail, how does it feel to know you screwed over the next 3 generations of your family because of your hunger for money?”

Mikhail: REALLY?! Don’t remind me, please..I beg of you…I know it’s my fault…and yet people still act like I don’t.

Ivan: Nobody was acting anything, Father. They just asked a question, holy shit…

“Are you doing alright Nutty?”

Nutty: Oh, I’ve been doing alright. Very busy lately and a little anxious but not bad. I want to get more chapters plus some videos out soon. Why do you ask? 

[sparkling--edits]

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[thejangisautistic]

time to ramble about shit since i’m thinking about it again

ok so like i know a lot of people seem to think that the isaac flashback is going to focus on what happened to dimitri but personally? i’m kinda hoping it doesn’t?

first reason is i’m kinda hoping to see this theory get confirmed

so like i am hoping the flashback takes place either sometime around the possible spender & catnine fight, or after when spender finds out isaac is a spectral & medium to catnine. did spender see isaac get possessed or did he find out about isaac being a spectral later and then learn about how catnine possessed him. i kinda want to see how spender found out about isaac being a spectral and how he got him to join the activity club too, since out of the remaining activity club members, he’s kinda the odd one out since unlike ed and isabel, spender hasn’t known him for a long time and he wasn’t a spectral for basically his entire life. also just think it would prove for more focus on spender and isaac themselves and how they interact with eachother.

and then there’s also the fact that. i kinda don’t want to learn about what happened to dimitri just yet. i just feel like it’s too soon to really get into that? it was only two chapters ago that we learned that something even happened at all and that dimitri’s more plot relevant than we first thought, after 4 chapters of barely seeing him. solving that little mystery so soon after learning it even exists and when we’ve seen and learned so little about dimitri himself just doesn’t feel right to me? i feel like seeing more of dimitri and learning more about how he is now, seeing how he reacts to spectral stuff, and maybe getting little crumbs on how the event effected him and his relationship with the other club members would make learning about it feel more satisfying. also dimitri getting his own little flashback chapter separate from the activity club about why he left it would be fitting for fuckin. ✨symbolic✨ reasons i guess kjlsad no i am not hoping for this because i want a dimitri centered chapter no what are you talking about

[impossible-rat-babies]

Inktober Day 11 -- Dimitri Enallasani

“I knew the choice I was making; I don’t need to be chided like a helpless hunter on their first hunt. The consequences that will come I will bear as I’ve always done.”

“It’s up to Mythal and Elgar’nan to judge my actions now.”

--

[junk-thrillz]

I’ve tried multiple times today to write down Suzy’s name in full, but it’s like a shadow spirit is holding my fingers back every time. My desire to have an easy-to-guess, accurate method of character tagging for Paranatural posts is completely at odds with the fact that tagging ANY post as ‘Suzy Starchman’ feels like unleashing a million devils.

This isn’t a negativity post, like I’ve been genuinely delighted by everything these past few updates have thrown at us, but I’ll admit, it’s fucking WEIRD knowing Suzy’s last name. It’s so weird!! It’s so weeeeeeird!! I archive-binged the comic and joined the fandom right as Chapter 7 was starting, and on top of that I started reading as a teenager (still a teenager), so the couple years it took for Chapter 7 to wrap up felt much, much longer than it actually was. And in those years I’d gone through so many damn fic/au ideas and binged so much fan content and memorized so many fan theories and reread the comic so many times and had had such an eclectic development of my character/shipping/etc. tastes that it all felt like an eternity.

But now we’re out of Chapter 7, and because it’s not a flashback chapter, things are progressing at a normal pace again, and because of that every new reveal feels to me like a punch in the face you know is coming, but that comes way faster than expected. The thing is, Chapter 7 feeling like such a long stretch of time to me got me into the mindset that I’d be waiting for a lot of stuff for forever. Suzy’s name being this big mystery was something I’ve been thinking about since the very beginning of my reading the comic, but any sort of information being revealed about it felt infinitely far-off, like the kind of thing that would never really end up happening. Putting together the puzzle pieces of what happened between Isaac and Dimitri, getting a crapton of information revealed about Paranatural’s fundamental lore, finally getting confirmation that Max’s mom was Agent Summers... all of these things felt that way too. I wasn’t expecting to be knocked out of a fandom-only existence, where fan content remains, on some small level, stagnant*, because we simply weren’t getting a ton of information revealed to us.

My immediate reaction is, “didn’t the Angel’s-identity reveal happen too soon?” “Didn’t the reveal of Suzy’s name happen too soon?” “Didn’t Dimitri’s lie getting thrown out into the open happen too soon?” But this is how it should be. This is normal. Not everything can or should be revealed at the very end of the comic. It’s just hard for me to wrap my head around, is all. On some level, I don’t think I was able to imagine someday waking up to a new page with Violet and Lisa on it. But Chapter 8′s happening, and we’re moving forward in time, and we’re almost back at Mayview Middle...! I just don’t know how to explain to my own brain that information getting revealed is normal.

*When I say stagnant, I mean it in the sense that Paranatural’s only ever going to have so many mysteries. For the longest time, Suzy’s name was THE mystery about her! For the longest time, Suzy and Isabel’s dynamic was stand-out as being completely and utterly incomprehensibly fantastically hilariously weird. And silly. So these things come up again and again, and they never stop being fun. Every fandom’s got its own identity! Bits like the Miss-Suzy theory and Suzabel’s dynamic are wonderfully ingrained in fancontent, and have been for years. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[incorrectpnatquotes]

[Isaac sneezes and accidentally shoots Dimitri with lightning in the Slanted Manse]

Isaac: Oh no!

Mr. Spender: Oh my God, why did you do that?!

Isaac: I didn't do it on purpose, there's like a lot of dust in here!

[paranaturalpop]

I rate your pnat ships by how well they work as foils

I’m Professor Pops, welcome to Literature 405: comparing and contrasting in pnat ships. Love is in the air but all that really matters is narrative symmetry!

Mina and Agent Day (submitted by @anxanhh)

two women on missions who need a confidante. 

Mina is a calculating woman of science with a tender, vulnerable heart deep down that she guards. Day is a fun, giggly love goddess but beneath the surface she is just as calculating.  

They are both focused on their prospective goals to the point of subterfuge. 

They have similar missions, to solve the many mysteries of Mayview, but they’re at odds instead of working together. Will these lone wolves learn to let their walls down and work towards a common goal? 

Their spectral energies are complementary colors!!!!!!!!!!!! 

9/10 so different yet so alike. They should kiss and also develop as people.

Spendcia

Where's that post about paranatural having what my hero academia wants?

These two had interacted in cannon only once before we found out they were dating, power move on Zack’s part

The cousinhood and the consortium seem to have bad blood…. Enemies to lovers????

As teachers, Garcia is tired and phoning it in while spender is energetic and committed. But when it comes to mystery solving Spender is burning himself out while Garcia keeps him grounded.

Garcia does things like pack spender lunches with little hearts drawn on the bag but was surprised to be called his boyfriend. He acts chill but inside he is deeply invested in spender but also knows about spender’s isolating tendencies. 

8/10 there's a reason these two have been off and on again for 6ish years, they’re walking a tightrope of vulnerability.

Imaax (submitted by Rubyya)

The Destiel of Paranatural. No I will not elaborate.

Here’s a pnat history lesson, the original ship name was Maxaac, but Zack weighed in on twitter with a much better alternative: Imaax. Also sometimes called Team Lightning Rod. 

Black and blue colors, just like the emotional bruises they leave on the people around them. 

Isaac wants to be seen as heroic and Max wants to be seen as aloof. It presents in different ways but deep down they both really care what other people think.

They both fear sincerity. Isaac protects himself with theatrics and Max with sarcasm. 

Isaac puts on a big show of having strong ethics but he’s a little mean on instinct. Max puts on a big show of cutting people down with his snark and devil-may-care attitude, but when push comes to shove he’s kind and cares how other people feel. 

Max immediately insults every person he meets and they still want to be best friends with him, while Issac tries so hard to be cool and nice but people just can’t stand him. 

The meta tension between Isaac, who wants so badly to be the protagonist, and Max “magnetic personally” Puckett who is exhausted with being the protagonist, is delicious. 

There’s a reason official art tends to portray them together. They bring out the best in each other. Isaac brakes through Max’s performative pessimism and Max brings Isaac down to earth. 

10/10 these two were written as a pair and it shows.

Suzabel (submitted by Rubyya)

One of my fav tropes is ‘enemies to friends’ where the enemy part is completely one-sided. Isabel probably thinks she and Suzy get along great. 

Both the heads of their respective clubs, but with very different leadership styles. 

Isabel only studies her grandfather's spectral style to please him and is a near master of it, while Suzy is incredibly self-motivated even though her actual skills are lacking. 

Isabel is at a crucial time in her life where she’s learning to distance herself from adult authority figures in order to take on more personal responsibility. Suzy is already blazing with independence and could help her adjust. 

Inversely, Isabel could teach Suzy a thing or two about treating your club members with respect and doing the emotional labor necessary to prevent future conflict. 

Red and pink! Valentines colors! 

Isabel could kill you but would never, Suzy would actually try to kill you. 

Investigative reporter/person living mysterious double life is a great dynamic.

Back when Izzy had Eightfold they had the ship name ‘Paper Girls’ which is awesome

7/10 Don’t ask me how I know this but they would kill at karaoke together. And they’re ok foils.

Bullymagnet

Max ‘too cool for clubs’ vs a boy who defines himself by his tight knit group. 

Max is learning to be less passive aggressive and johnny is learning to be less aggressive aggressive. 

Max’s entry to spectral life was when he injured Johnny and saw a shade of a doctopi on him, and Johnny's first shade was Max's doctopi after the hit ball game. 

Johnny refuses to commit to not bullying max anymore even though he really likes him, and max is working on being nicer but he’s still gonna be snarky with people even though they’re his friends. Old habits die hard. 

If he hadn't seen that shade, Max might have joined Johnny's gang. He has the style, the stunts, the snark. 

8/10 Just two bros whose lives are changing forever.

Isaac and Dimitri (submitted by Rubyya)

Here’s my pitch for a ship name: Brainstorm

Orange and blue are complementary colors. 

Isaac hurt Dimitri accidentally somehow. Hurting others accidentally is the central theme of chapter 5. 

Idealist/pragmatist is a classic dynamic

They both have relationships with their spirit partners that are rooted in fear. 

Dimitri’s self concept is overly dependent on his sense of intellectual superiority, and Isaac’s on ethical superiority. 

7/10 have not directly interacted in the comic yet but the narrative symmetry is there

Johnny and Isabel (submitted by Rubyya)

Burnhound Vs Shockadile

These two are natural leaders who know how to treat their friends with respect.

These jocks are both lethal weapons, but while Isabel is a master martial artist, Johnny is a passionate but blunt instrument.

They’re both going through similar identity crises.

Isabel is struggling to reconcile her violent and disciplined upbringing with a good, gentle heart and Johnny is trying to reconcile his violent and self-centered lifestyle with a developing respect and empathy for other people.

Johnny dies his hair red, so he would think it’s cool how Izzy emits a fiery red aura when excited.

8/10 there's a reason these two were the team leaders in the hit ball arch.

Violet and Lisa (submitted by Rubyya)

People have been theorizing about what kind of cryptid Lisa is since day one meanwhile Violet gives off big normie energy.

Lisa is very plugged into all the Mayview weirdness as the queen of the school underground, while Violet was the only person who thought to go get a teacher during the hit ball arch. Lisa was also the only one who really spoke openly about how something was clearly very wrong with Jeff, everyone else talked around it and played by the so called ‘rules’. Lisa’s secret brokering Vs. Violet’s ‘sunlight is the best disinfectant’ attitude presents two different approaches to trying to survive in a school run by a mysterious shadow organization within a town that contains several other mysterious shadow organizations.

“If you were, I’d have to be jealous too.” just two middle schoolers pinning over their crushes.

7/10 two girls against the world.

Isaac and Johnny

ship name: Firestorm?

Just 2 fiery redheaded mediums with anger management issues that command primal forces and wanna be best friends with max

Johnny chooses to have red spiky hair, Issac has had red spiky hair thrust upon him.

Both met Maxwell Pucket and decided they needed to change for the better.

I’ve said this before but Johnny and Issac have equal and opposite philosophies. Johnny doesn't care about the greater good, he just cares about a small group of people who he loves. Issac cares about the greater good, but can’t connect with individuals and ends up hurting them. Together they form one GoodTM boy.

Both their spirit partners want revenge on Spender. This spells trouble.

If there’s anyone to teach Isaac about unconditional friendship, it’s Johnny

Isaac has sworn off violence and Johnny worships at the altar of it.

9/10 they’ve only interacted in canon once so far but I’ve think we’ve got a big storm coming.

Suzy and Collin (submitted by Rubyya)

The Bakudeku of pnat. I will continue to not elaborate.

Suzy once stole Collin's phone which prompted Collin to try to cut her hair which prompted Suzy to stab Collin and at no point did either of them think to move to a different bus seat. As different as they are they are also very much the same.

Collin is the definition of mouth service (constantly disapproving of suzy’s antics but going along with it anyway.) while suzy is all action.

Despite their different attitudes they both seem genuinely passionate about the journalism club.

Fashion icons. Suzy’s sunglasses and legwarmers, Collins sweater vests and wrist bands, this duo could walk for Paris fashion week: middle school edition.

We’ve gotten an indication that Collin cares a lot about what Suzy thinks of him (taking off his wrist bands when she made fun of Max's) but we haven't gotten any sign yet that the feelings are mutual.

5/10 I think their story is yet to be told and we’ll get to know more about how they compare/contrast to each other in the future. Maybe brought on by Dimitri's betrayal?????

Cody and Isabel (Submitted by @a-bitchtm)

Cody is gay by WOG but that doesn't matter here since we are evaluating thematic compatibility, not romantic compatibility.

Red Vs. Blue

Izzy’s arch about stepping into her role as leader through communication and honesty contrasts Cody’s role as the secret class president. Izzy finally told Isaac the truth about the consortium, while Cody blatantly lied to max about being president.

Both seem to have generally good motivations and the skills/talent to back those motivations up.

Isabel is in the process of unlearning the ‘firm hand’ philosophy that she learned from her grandpa and Cody’s dad straight up tried to mind control him into murdering a toddler.

They were both taught to fall back on their capacity for violence and intimidation but those teachings conflict with the people they really want to be.

6/10 just two kids who are being led astray by authority figures trying to learn to be themselves.

Cody and Collin (Submitted by @gatortavern)

They both like vests.

Both beholden to blood thirsty predators

Collin is a journalist, Cody is a vampire/leader of the shadow government. It’s a huge power move on Cody’s part to hang out with Collin.

Cody’s support of his friends is enthusiastic while Collin would have you believe Suzy has kidnapped him.

4/10 they hang out for a reason but those reasons have yet to be fully developed

Isabel and Max (submitted by @Paranatural-goofiness)

They’re both people who have learned to put up walls to keep people out. Isabel through violence and intimidation, max through sarcasm and mockery. T

he other side of this is their mutual journey to let their walls down and connect with other people more genuinely, starting with each other.

Their search for acceptance and identity has led them both to become incredible athletes. Spectral fist martial arts = shred eagle stunts

As we saw in the hit ball game, Izzy faces things head on while Max is all about evasion. However we’ve seen how Izzy has actually learned to be evasive and guarded about her feelings while Max is a little more forthcoming.

8/10  Never has there been faster friends.

Isaac and Cody (submitted by Rubyya)

Drama kings

Isaac wants the likability Cody has.

Parallels of power: Isaac with power he didn't choose and cant control vs. Cody who also didn’t choose to have his power (elected), but wields it like an instrument.

Involuntary anime hair and involuntary glowing monster eyes

These two definitely both fall under the category of “lawful”.

I can see these two ending up on opposite sides of a conflict because they both have such rigid personal codes and an intense sense of duty.

I know I’ve been approaching almost all of these platonically but Isaac probably really wants a cool vampire boyfriend deep down

 7/10 Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. You two should watch anime together.

Hijack and PJ (submitted by @gatortavern)

They both wanna join the activity club so bad

Both have immature ideas about heroism and villainy. 

Both aspire to heroism while at the same time understanding that they aren't that yet and maybe never will be. 

They both, like many people in this comic, wanna be friends with max.  

5/10 Two supernatural babies who should play wii sports together

Stephen and Isaac (@Gatortavern)

Two boys who are easily overwhelmed

Lawful vs. chaotic

Isaac has enough secrets to give Stephen his conspiracy fix for a long time. 

In their own ways they both just want everything out in the open. 

Isaac is Stephen's dream, someone actually living a secret double life, and Stephen is Issac's dream, someone with a cool scar who would think he’s actually very interesting. 

5/10 these two are both very intense in their own way.

Johnny and Ed (Submitted by @theevilbrainman)

Two souls lost in the wind

Two people for whom friendship and loyalty is central to their character, and they’re both struggling with personal growth because of it. Johnny is afraid to change because his friends have always liked the person he already is, and Ed is struggling to even define himself outside of Isabel, the person he cares about the most. 

Both impulsive and uninhibited. 

They both live lives free from expectation. Johnny’s wild bully persona means no one is surprised by his antics or cruelty, while Grandpa Guerra doesn't really care if Ed takes up phantom fist like Isabel. He actually calls him a freeloader. Not having much expected of you can feel free but it’s also lonely and can warp your self-perception. 

6/10 these two crossed paths at exactly the right time.

I didn't cover every submission because even though only 9 people submitted you sent in 34 ships between you. Pnat’s fanbase is small but very dedicated. 

Honorable mentions: 

Johnny and clear sinuses, submitted by @gaul-the-unmitigated

Isaac and therapy, submitted by both @squidgeons and @somethingfishysgoingon

PJ and Johnny, submitted by @gatortavern, who seems to be under the impression that Johnny Would protect PJ and not destroy him just by breathing near him.

Day and Scabs, submitted by @gatortavern, because funny.

Special thanks to everyone who sent in ship between people who have never interacted in cannon, which was a lot of you. My eyes are opened now, so many possibilities.

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How well does Max know his classmates names?

Okay so let’s be real. Max has been in Mayview all of four days by the end of Chapter 6. He met a lot of people all at the same time and then a lot of things happened. And so here we have, the order of names actually learned:

1) Johnny. First impressions man. fairly sure he shouts his own name a few times. That said he does not know the rest of that group’s names. Give him a sec he might get one more of them. Probably not though. 2) Suzy. she makes herself very known. That said, Max still does not know Collin’s name. 3) Dimitri. We see him get introduced and we know it sticks because the next instance of Max hearing his name is when he greets him by name in chapter 5 (”hey Dimitri” “Sup”). 4) Isabel. He gets her number and she is the most outgoing of the group. Probably sticks as he puts her number in his phone and has her name as the contact. 5) Ed. He’s heard Ed’s name a few times by the end of midnight visitor, but the first time only half sticks because it was in the same minute as Cody, Jeff, Violet, and Lisa. That is why they are not that high on the list. No way any of those names stuck when he was told all five at once. 6) Isaac. We see him fully grasp the name in “YOU!” “YOU!” at the start of Chapter 3. 7) Jeff. He was friendly and cool but it only really stuck when he got possessed. 8) Cody. Look they literally talked ONCE before ending up on opposite sides of a hitball game, and it was while everyone else was also doing introductions. He processed that boy’s name during that game. 9 and 10) He did not know Lisa and Violet’s names until the school store. This is like 70% projecting my memory issues and 100% headcanon. If you have thoughts I’d love to hear them. The only thing I feel strongly about is Max barely remembering who Cody even is by PE. The kid has met so many new people man. Let him rest.