#thank you bee club for the pronouns

[a-eo-iu]

Sketching Circus guys on Sketchbook

[vampwritesstuff]

Would you be willing to write about Xavier x Reader with plant-related powers who is usually by herself in her own little club - much like Eugene - and they end up becoming friends and maybe something more? Perhaps he was practicing archery and one of the arrows ended up where she keeps her plants. Anyway, thanks in advance!

Arrow to The Heart ~

Pairing : Xavier Thorpe x Reader (fem pronouns)

Summary : refer to ask above !

Warnings : none

Genre : fluff

Requests : open !

Words : 1.6k

YES YES YES. Okay I’m in love with this request, I have actually written another Xavier x reader where she has plant based powers, but it doesn’t get mentioned as much, so getting to expand on this is just ahhh 🫶🏻 honestly I was thinking like Isabela Madrigal type abilities with this. Hope I did this justice! Definitely not writing this in school lol.

Masterlist

You always were a bit of a loner, your shy personality made it difficult to be able to make friends with others. So, often you surrounded yourself with plants, being that your abilities were based solely around them.

Ever since childhood, you’d been more in tune with nature than any of your peers. Your parents passed that off, thinking you just naturally had a green thumb like your grandmother. However, it wasn’t until you started growing flowers by accident when your emotions took control, that your parents realized you inherited the family gift that skipped every few generations.

That’s how you ended up at Nevermore. Being the president, and only member, of the Botany Club. Sure, you had a few friends, but you didn’t exactly go out of your way in order to hang out with them. You preferred your plants, and you liked staying out of the spotlight. Keeping exceptional grades, especially in Ms. Thornhill’s carnivorous plants class, and just doing your best to get through another uneventful semester.

You were in your greenhouse, not far from the school, taking care of the plants. It was club activity time, meaning that Eugene’s bees were out and about. Some usually found their way to your little area, which you didn’t mind, they needed the pollen in order to make their honey. Of course, Eugene was nice enough to offer you honey since his bees used your plants. He’s always mentioning how the honey made from your plants always turned out better, and much richer tasting than any other honey.

You were broke from your thoughts as you heard the shatter of one of your clay pots. Perking up and walking outside of the greenhouse, you saw a tall boy, sheepishly picking up an arrow from the potting soil and broken clay that held your white carnations.

Xavier had gotten bored of shooting at targets, so he decided that he would try his luck in the woods, not far from the school. However, his unlucky streak seemed to have other plans. As he had released an arrow, which was supposed to hit a tree, it flew right past where he’s been aiming. He winced at the sound of something shattering, running to find what he hit.

That’s when he found your greenhouse, and saw that he had broken a flower pot that held white flowers, which he didn’t know the name of. He bent and picked up the arrow, looking up to see a girl staring at him, making his face burn in embarrassment.

“I- Uhm, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your flowers.” He stuttered out. You didn’t respond, only pursing your lips as you moved to pick up the, already wilting, flowers from the soil. Turning to find a empty pot, which you filled with soil and placed the flowers inside. With a wave of your hand, the flowers were back to their normal look, not wilted.

Xavier stared in awe as he watched you bring back the life to the carnations, his mouth agape. However he snapped out of it once you turned back to face him. “Oh.. you’re still here.” You said, promptly turning on your heel and heading back towards the entrance of your greenhouse. “Hey! Wait, what’s your name?” Xavier hurried after you, his interest now peaked.

Sure, he had seen you before, you were the quiet girl in his carnivorous plants class, the quiet girl that normally sat closest to the window every chance you could. Yeah, he had noticed you before, but you kept yourself from the spotlight, and he was now interested, caught like a fly in a fly trap.

You stopped in your tracks, this boy wanted to know your name? After debating for a minute, and feeling his gaze burning in the back of your head, “Y/n.” You finally stated, turning to face him, not expecting that he would be less than five feet from you. His closeness made you stumble back, landing against the plexiglass of the greenhouse.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped back as you righted yourself, he sure did apologize a lot. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Xavier Thorpe.” He told you, of course you knew his name already. You’d seen him around the quad, painting his murals. You’d seen him in the few classes you had together, while he was sketching and paying absolutely no attention to what was being taught.

“I know.” You said as you went about the greenhouse, watering the plants and flowers. Xavier tilted his head, you knew him? Of course you did, he was the school’s resident tortured artist. Obviously you knew who he was.

Checking the time, you saw that club activities were over. Packing your bag, you walked from the greenhouse with Xavier following not far behind. You locked up the door and turned back towards the school, beginning the short walk to the campus. “So.. you’re in the botany club?” Xavier asked, breaking the silence. “Only member.” You replied shortly, his general presence made you nervous. He was close enough that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him in the cold weather. You pulled your uniform jacket closer to yourself, making it back to the school and parting ways.

Xavier actively began seeking you out, skipping his own club time to hang out with you in the greenhouse. Since your first meeting, Xavier had not been able to get you out of his head. Which resulted in a few late nights in his art shed, hunched over a canvas, painting the moment you had used your ability on those carnations.

You had gotten used to Xavier’s presence around, he began sitting with you in class, and even went as far to find out where you ate your lunch on a normal basis. The both of you had settled into a routine, and you had gotten comfortable enough with each other that eventually Xavier let you into his art shed, obviously he hid any drawings he had of you, thinking you would find him weird.

“Hey, Y/n, could you give me an opinion on this?” He asked you one night, while you both were in his shed. You had been studying for an upcoming exam in one of your classes and needed a quiet place, having found that you enjoyed the subtle background noise as Xavier’s paint brush glided across a canvas, it was an obvious choice.

Standing from the little desk Xavier had cleared for you to use, you went over to where he had the canvas propped onto an easel. Looking at the painting, you almost gasped. The painting was of a bouquet of six red roses, held in a masculine hand, it was painted in a first person point of view. Even though it was unfinished, yow were still in awe of it. “It’s amazing, Xavier! Where did you get the inspiration for this?” You asked, racking your brain to try to remember the meaning of six red roses.

“I had a dream and that’s all I could see.” He told you, half lying. Yes he had seen the roses, but you had also been in his dream, it was such a vivid dream that he didn’t want to forget. You were wearing a gorgeous sage green dress, smiling at him with a smile he had only seen you show when you were alone with him. “So.. who’s the lucky girl? Or guy.” You asked, your tone was slightly dejected and sad sounding.

Xavier looked at you with wide eyes, confused. “What do you mean?” He turned to face you, “Six roses. They’re a symbol for infatuation, or to tell someone you want to be theirs.” You hummed, staring at the canvas, a tightness in your chest as you thought about who he could’ve been dreaming about. “Oh.” Was all Xavier could say, not aware that you knew the meaning of what he painted, which impressed him.

Inhaling sharply, and turning back to the desk, you picked up your belongings. “I’ve gotta get going, Enid is forcing me to go shopping with her and Wednesday for the Rave’N. Talk to you later, Xav.” You excused yourself, making an excuse to leave. You felt suffocated in the small shed.

Xavier’s mind swirled with the thoughts of someone having already asked you to the dance, you weren’t but a few feet from the door until Xavier gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Uh, Xavier?” You asked as you turned to him. He looked nervous, like the same sheepish boy the day you first met him.

“Y/n, do you have a date to the Rave’N?” The question almost made you choke, why was he asking? “Uh, no? I’m only going cause Enid wants a wingwoman so she can ask out Wednesday.” You told him, pulling your wrist from his hand. He seemed to relax, sighing and looking at you in the eyes. God he could loose himself in your eyes, so many times has he painted your eyes that each speck of color was ingrained in his mind.

“Xav? You okay?” You asked him, feeling his forehead to see if he was running a fever. Nothing. “I wanted to ask you something, but I don’t want it to hurt our friendship.” He admitted, scared of ruining the trust he had built with you.

Your heart rate quickened, was he?- “Will you be my date to the Rave’N?” He cut off your thoughts. Yes, he was asking you to the dance. You smiled, “Absolutely.” You spoke and pulled him into a hug, you weren’t sure when you began to develop feeling for the artist, but you definitely realized it when you began accidentally growing flowers that reminded you of him every time you thought of him.

He held you tightly, over the moon with happiness. You pulled away from him, “Looks like I have a reason to go shopping with Enid now.” You joked, stepping back. You definitely couldn’t keep the werewolf waiting, now.

[thatoneluckybee]

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Hey, I’m Bee!

Minor

She/her please!

ADHD, trichotillomania, (potentially autistic? doing research at the moment)

Christian

AND THE FANDOM/ORGANIZATION STUFF

I don’t even know I’m hyperfixated on right now. YTTD and SBG and Homesick are fighting to the death, PJSK/Vocaloid is trying to sneak in again but failing, and I am suffering help. What is my brain. Will\ go on mass reblogging sprees of random other topics/fandoms

Said fandoms are MAINLY Your Turn to Die, School Bus Graveyard, Homesick, Space Boy, Not So Shoujo Love Story, Surviving Romance, Realta, Castle Swimmer, the One of Us Is Lying trilogy, Morgana and Oz, Silent Screams, Marionetta, Danganronpa, Cursed Princess Club, Suitor Armor, Nomads, and the like. I read way too many Webtoon series, expect a lot of those lol. I’m also a huge fan of Winchifrost and Marina and The Diamonds!

I have no idea how to use tone tags but I'm trying to figure it out!

Finally have a Pronouns Page!

I don’t have a consistent tagging system, I use whatever comes to my heart. HOWEVER, I will USUALLY try and tag posts like memes and fanart with the fandom name (and, if I reblog or a post about a fandom a lot, FULL character names! For example, I will tag “nao egokoro” instead of just “nao yttd.”) I do have a couple tags I use a lot:

rambles: My rambles. Original posts or reblogs I have a decent amount of commentary on or changed in some way.

fambles: Rambles but specifically fandom related. This is a new tag I may forget to use it but I need to separate original from fandom lol

important: Anything that’s genuinely important (usually!) Much of this will be about topics I feel more strongly about. For example, a post about ableism I think is a good find would be tagged as important.

shenanigans: That’s… yeah, shenanigans.

Bee Hall of Fame: I’m stealing this tag from a beloved mutual. Favorite things that has something to do with yours truly <3

crumch: I don’t even know. Crumch. Food related. Biting people affectionately. Something that would be Entertaining or Horrific to consume.

yeah: This evokes such a specific and visceral emotion in every inch of my being that I am unable to comprehend or fully articulate in. Just yeah.

girlsuffering: Ow. I don't vent per say but if I'm theatrically complaint about a headache it's girlsuffering

Bee plays PJSK: HI I finally got the game and I’m playing, so these posts are just me going through the stories and getting used to it and suffering

Thanks I love you and GOODBYE!

[spirits-having-flown]

hello all!!

(i’ve never really done an introduction post since i’ve gotten back here a couple or so years ago so here is a very late introduction post-)

my name is rebekah and i am a music nerd. my pronouns are she/her. i make mostly icons and sometimes gifs. (requests are open!) i also post pictures that i find of my favorites as well. i am open to making friends. i am sometimes shy and do suffer from anxiety, but outgoing once i talk more.

my interests include (bold = current favorite):

bands: wham!, bee gees, fleetwood mac (saw live on 10.16.18), goo goo dolls, inxs, the beatles, tears for fears, steely dan, hall & oates, talking heads, the monkees, the jacksons, the cure, abba, bon jovi, def leppard, the doors, the rolling stones, & more!

singers: carly simon, george michael, harry styles, janet jackson, james taylor, kylie minogue, madonna, michael jackson, paul mccartney, prince, stevie nicks (saw live on 06.23.23), barbra streisand, aaliyah, whitney houston, andy gibb, & more!

movies: back to the future, the breakfast club, pretty in pink, sixteen candles, funny girl, purple rain, under the cherry moon, bright lights big city, 10 things i hate about you, i know what you did last summer, saturday night fever, & more!

tv shows: family ties, seinfeld, friends, arrested development, curb your enthusiasm, that 70s show, new girl, gilmore girls, three’s company, community, grace and frankie, ted lasso, home improvement, veep, the office (us) & more!

actors/actresses: michael j. fox, julia louis-dreyfus, robin williams, audrey hepburn, river phoenix, rita hayworth, ralph macchio, jennifer aniston, matthew perry, julia roberts, robert redford, jane fonda, heath ledger, & more!

other: classic rock, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, vaporwave, 70s & 80s fashion, nature, autumn, summer, tennis, collecting vinyls, cassettes, and cds, rose gold, disney, drums, christmas, & more!

my other blogs are @elaine-marie-benes (julia louis-dreyfus appreciation blog), my spotify can be found here, and my vinyl collection instagram page can be found here.

thanks for reading and stopping by, rock on!!

[anonofseasons]

What type of club/sports would the boys be interested in?

Ooh, thank you for the ask! El could benefit so much from being in a club. Despite being introverted, he needs some socialization. Since he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his writing, though, and orchestra for violin would mean getting on stage in front of people, he's super tricky to figure out where he'd thrive...! Ultimately, anything equivalent to an anime/manga club or comic club would work well for him. He'd also do well in a craft group of some sort! Howie's actually extroverted, and with his love of parkour, I can just imagine he'd probably be engaged in several sports. It'd be tricky to narrow down the clubs and sports he gets into, since he's interested in so many things! He's definitely joining track, though. Running is one of his favorite things in the entire world. You'll get to see a lot of his sporty side take over in future Seasons chapters! :D Stagecraft also interests him, though that later expands to theatre in other ways. This one really helps him socially. Bee would probably join something similar to gay-straight alliance, as one of the queer kids. He'd be super shy about it, probably would go "my pronouns are whatever" and observe quietly while never talking after that. He might try his hand in a few other things, but ultimately he'd never stick with them. Dance, for one. Both El and Bee seem like they'd like to try dancing, but neither one of them can overcome the stage fright to do more than practice from videos in their living rooms in adulthood... with the curtains and everything closed, tyvm. XD Oh, but later on, I'm not sure if this counts... Bee would definitely cycle as a sport, but it would be a personal thing he does with Howie when they're adults, not as an extracurricular/club/participation sport. Bee does join the bird-watching club in every city he lives in, though, and has the best binoculars and manuals and may know a little too much about the specific years certain birds changed their range, went extinct, evolved to do certain things, etc. Bee would also probably have enough knowledge of woodworking to maybe join clubs for that. Bee does well if he's with people but doesn't necessarily have to converse directly with them.

[askthefuturegleeks]

Thank you for joining the campaign to bring the arts to future generations, NICK DUVAL, we’re happy to have you! If you want a refresher on what to do next, feel free to look at the WELCOME CHECKLIST. Please send your account in within the next 48 hours so that you can get started.    

ooc information

NAME: Bee

AGE: 35+

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SHIPS: Nick + Chem

ANTI-SHIPS: Nick + No Chemistry

basic ic information

NAME/AGE: Nicholas ‘Nick’ Dean Duval

BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC:  July 20th, 1992, Cancer: You are the Patriarchs and Matriarchs of the Zodiac. Family means everything to you. You watch over your brood with determination and zeal. You can be counted upon to be at every graduation, wedding, surprise party or barbecue that has anything to do with your relatives. They are definitely your tribe and you are very generous with all of them.

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Owner and often bartender or on the piano at his karaoke/piano bar The Commons  (named after the Dalton Senior Commons) on the Upper East Side.

CURRENT LOCATION: New York City

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single- Just out of a broken engagement.

FC: Curt Mega

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in character questions

Answer these in character, and feel free to add gifs into your answers.

1.) What did you want to do with your life when you were younger? What would the child version of yourself think about the path you paved for yourself?

I’ll tell you one thing, I never expected to find myself owning a bar!  But here I am.  As soon as I got into Dalton, I knew I had to do something with my life but even at the end of four years, I had no real idea as to what.  My mother told me at the end of my junior year, Nicky, if you don’t know what you want to do, find out what you want to learn more about. Go to school, learn a trade, do something. So I applied to several business schools, and thought maybe I’d become an accountant.  I always did well in math, you know?  And somehow, I ended up with an MBA from NYU.  With so many of my friends still in NYC, or who visit NYC a lot, we always seem to be missing a place to hang out.  A small inheritance from my grandfather turned into the down payment for The Commons. The rest they say, is history.

2.) What is your proudest accomplishment? Don’t be afraid to  talk about what it took to achieve it and how you feel about it as well.

Am I allowed to say still managing to get into NYU after what happened my Senior year?  Let’s just say, it probably made for a better admission essay than anything else that had happened to me by then.   I am also really proud of this little piece of the city I’ve carved out for my friends and family, and the new ones I’m making through the club’s regulars.  Even if this might be part of why my engagement ended.  It just wasn’t meant to be.

3.) If you could do anything you wanted for one whole day, what would it be and why?

Oh God!  I have the best answer for this.  The Warblers take over Broadway.  We sneak in, *cough*wedon’ttalkaboutWarblerprecompetitionrituals*cough*, take over a Broadway stage, perform our old faves, and some new contemporary, and basically just act like the huge dorks we were in high school.  Including red solo cups of alcohol we stole from our parents, or used fake ids to buy.  Oh no, I really am one of those peaked in High School, Glory Days kind of guy.  Shit!  

where are they now? {tw:death}

Even after the steroid scandal that rocked the Warblers in his senior year, Nick was able to turn that into a real learning and growing experience by making it the topic of his admission essays.  He ended up accepted to several schools, including NYU where he went, because one of his aunt and uncle’s plus his maternal grandparents living in the city.  

Business school actually ended up suiting Nick, and he went on to complete an MBA at NYU in seven years.  Nick cut back his course work in his senior year, completing it in two years, to ensure he’d have the marks to get into the MBA program and because his grandfather was ill.    When his grandfather was ill, and he was at the hospital a lot, Nick met Emily, a nursing student on his grandfather’s floor.  They dated for several years before getting engaged when Nick finished his MBA.  Neither was in a rush to get married though, wanting to save up for a wedding, a honeymoon, and a bigger place.

When Nick’s grandfather passed, Nick had received a small inheritence.  After working a bit in the business world, Nick felt stale and almost on a whim, he decided to buy a bar, and renovate it, with the goal of turning it into a hang out for his friends.  He felt like it was an investment, but Emily thought they could better spend the money on their future.  It started to become a bone of contention between the couple.  Nick modelled it after the Dalton Academy Senior Commons where the Warblers practiced, naming it The Commons.

Since The Commons has opened just over a year ago, things got progressively worse between Nick and Emily, with their engagement ending in May of this year.  Since then, Nick has moved out of their shared apartment and is now living out of the guest room at his aunt and uncles, when he doesn’t crash at a friends, or on the couch in his tiny office at the bar.  

[s4turns-r1ngs]

c! benchtrio and reader building a club house together, and it becomes sorta a secret safe place for them when other shit goes down in the server ?

DSMP - Hideaway

Summary: Sometimes, things get to much. Which is why you, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo decide to build a small area for you guys to go when things head downhill.

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: Swearing

-> [a/n] - hello!! thamk you for the request!! also, heads up: i apologize if something isn't accurate; i haven't watched more than two or something lore streams. i know most of what happens through people yelling about it on tumblr :) because of that, I've also changed up the timeline a little,, so there's more time between ranboo joining and tommy being exiled. also also: this is in 3rd-person pov. it fits better with how im writing this one. bc this is probably gonna be a long one. and reader is blue text and [F.L] means first letter of your name :)

-> this is going to be a multipart thing!! parts will go here when i write more of this. :)

-> p!c!bench trio + reader

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Wiping the sweat off of their forehead, they stand back, looking at the area of the groups little hideaway they had been working on.

"Not bad, [Y/N]. I honestly expected it to look a lot shittier than this." They hear a voice from behind them say. They roll their eyes, turning around in the process.

"Yeah, yeah, and how's you're working on?"

With confidence, Tommy says: "Already done, bitch. I was the first one."

[Y/N] raises an eyebrow, not believing him at all. They, along with the other two, decided to let him decorate the common area, after his constant pestering to do so, while they worked on putting walls in other areas of their hideaway. "So you don't mind if I check? You always go on about how great you are at everything."

"Go ahead, Big [F.L]." He says, confidence unwavering. Huh, that probably means he actually did it.

With both eyebrows raised, they set down the tools still in their hands and walk up to him. "Alright, show me the way Toms."

"Ew. Nicknames." Tommy replies, (obviously fake) disgusted tone in his voice. "Gross."

"Okay, 'Big Man'." [Y/N] says in response, mocking his accent.

"Yes, I am in fact a Big Man, thank you very much." He begins walking in the direction of the common area, which was behind a curtain on the other side of the room, and completely ignoring their horrible attempt at mocking his accent.

Sighing, they smile, following after him. "Uh-huh. I bet if Ranboo and Tubbo were here, they'd already been done as well."

"They would not! Ranboo's too much of a pussy to be done before the TommyInnit. And Tubbo is Tubbo. He'd probably get distracted by a bee halfway through, or some shit."

As if to push him further, they point out: "But Ranboo isn't that bad of a builder. Of course, he's not Foolish-level of good, but he's not bad."

Reaching he area, [Y/N] continues: "You on the other hand-"

They pause, looking around. It was surprisingly nice. There was a low coffee table in the center, with a couple of different coloured beanbags around it. A small window sat across the table, letting some natural sunlight in. A few pillows sat stacked up in the corner, different designs for each one. There were a couple of builtin boards on the walls, and a couple of chests under the window or in the corner with a pillows. Fairy lights hung from various spots on the ceiling.

"...this is surprisingly good."

Before Tommy gets to say anything, the two hear a door open from behind a couple more curtains.

"Hey, guys! Ranboo and I are here! Where are you?" They here Tubbo shout.

"We're back by Tommy's area!"

"Alright, one second!" The sound of curtains moving is heard before the two make their way to the common area, Tubbo pushing through the curtain dramatically, while Ranboo just tries to duck down without his horns getting caught on something.

"Oh shit! This is pretty cool, Tommy!" He walks over to the pillows. "Where'd you even get all of these?"

"I, uh–" He looks down a little, as if embarrassed. "I made them..."

"Really? Yo, dude, that's so cool!"

He seemed to have a genuinely surprised expression on his face. "Oh, uh, of course! 'Cause everything I do is cool."

The other three roll their eyes.

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Oh, fuck off, [Y/N]." Tommy turned towards Ranboo. "Wanna go set something on fire or some shit?"

"Uh–"

"I'll take that as a yes! Let's go, big man." He grabs ahold of his arm and walks out of the room.

"Don't get in too much trouble!"

"No guarantees!"

[calannemity]

intro post time oop

wassup. i'm anne (nicknames okay if i know you well), 14 y/o, thai-american, trans lesbian, she/her pronouns please and thank you! i have bees in my head (adhd), super swag brain (autism tho thats undiagnosed), magic powers, likely ptsd and a froggy family i would and almost have died for. that is not exaggeration. part of the elusive isekai survivor club. Me and my girlfriends + our found families and some friends saved the world and it barely even knows, and i kinda wanna keep it that way 👍

currently interested in just. movies in general, Encanto is a current fave of mine, ducktective is my current fav show, trying to??? Read things??? words on paper Hard. also interested in girls. i like girls 🥺

i'm physically disabled (amputee, i'm missing my right arm from the elbow down), please do not ask me for further details about it, or about my trauma, either. and also leave anyone i know alone when it comes to that too. like damn have some decency and shut up

gay as hell for @heartstomperr and @vagabondiachronicles !!! sashy marbles i love youuu <333

intro post over i guess

[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Six

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Ehm... 13 years < , I mean, is not that hard, but just to be sure.

Warnings: This chapter contains transphobia and the writer’s own version of dysphoria. This doesn't mean every trans person feels the same, but it is a possibility I wanted to share. Thank you.

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

CHAPTERS 

The beginning

Chapter one 

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

ONE-SHOTS 

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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Beck arrived home around two in the morning or so. They walked all the way to Belvoire, not caring about the cold, the dangers of the night, the strange people treating to appear… it didn’t matter, because they didn’t even notice it.

Poppy didn’t try to reach out either, she didn’t even go after them and Beck was thankful for it. Maybe they owe her an explanation, but right now, the only thing Beck wanted was to be left alone. The feelings inside their heart and brain were so many and with so different meanings that it felt like a whole honeycomb full of buzzing, noisy and altered bees without any rest.

They wanted Poppy...

But they didn’t deserve her…

But why…?

They were a human; they could be with her…

But sometimes, being human was not enough…

What kind of human was Beck...?

Beck was different from anyone.

They don't really belong.

They never did.

Therefore, they couldn’t have anything that was for people that did belong.

Otherwise, they'd be cheating the others…

So they didn’t deserve it.

And that’s the path they chose. A double-edged weapon. Being what they were it was complicated. The worse part isn’t being treated differently by people and, sure, that is awful sometimes. The worse part is the confusing shit one would tell to themselves sometimes.

There would be days when one is happy, completely sure, confident, ready to take upon the world. One felt invincible, one felt good-looking, one felt that every little thing and time invested into being happy was worth it, was the cure, was the thing they absolutely needed it.

Because it is.

But sometimes, one realized it came with a price. With mental confusion, with hollowness inside just because of something so banal to others that’s so precious to one. Sometimes, the dysphoria would knock at one's door to remind one that one is a Mr. Roboto. A Mr. Roboto who doesn’t deserve human things.

Beck didn’t even process when they arrived home, nor when they lay down on the couch, the gaze completely lost into the ceiling. Were they even blinking?

“Beck?... Is that you?” They heard Zoey coming towards them. But they didn’t care. At least not right now. They needed a time off.

But of course, Zoey didn’t read minds, so she kept walking, pajamas on, her curly hair falling effortlessly over her shoulders, a worry look impressed in the chocolate of her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” No response. Their mind was already back at the Club, feeling Poppy's lips moving perfectly along theirs. “Beck?... Are you alright?”

“No. I really want her, Zo… I want Poppy so badly…”

“Just tired.” They lied. How can one explain something like this to a human like her? Inside them all was clear, but it was a completely different world to her. Of course, Zoey didn’t buy it for a second. But she knew them, and she wouldn’t push it.

“Come to bed?” she asked, holding a blanket over her shoulders. Beck saw it, and it was just until that moment, a part of their brain felt connected to reality. Outside was freezing, and Beck’s body was cold, trembling for who knows how long.

“Y-yeah… I’m coming.” They managed to stand up, following Zoey through the living room, reaching shortly the door of their own bedroom.

“Beck?”

“Yes?”

“You do know you can tell me anything, right?” Beck stood still a while, asking for more information, an explanation. Why was she asking that? “I know something happened there, and I won’t ask you to tell me. I just wanted to let you know I have your back. Always”

And there it was. The reason why Zoey was the only person Beck trusted. But right at that moment, they couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on inside their heart. She almost begged them not to go to the club with Poppy, she believed that the strawberry blonde was onto something bad, and they couldn’t blame her. After all, Beck would thought exactly the same if it where any other person but them.

“I know, Zo… Thank you.” They said before walking into their room to throw themselves on their bed. Beck just wanted to sleep, to end that day. But it was impossible.

Her lips, her taste… her smell… her touch… everything. Poppy was completely inside their mind now, because that kiss felt heavenly good. It was like a real connection, like if Poppy really wanted them. But Beck was afraid.

Someone as beautiful as Poppy could have anyone she wanted, why would she be interested in them?

Why would she actually stayed with Beck?

Maybe it was just the moment, the song, the mood. Maybe it was just a one-time thing, a meaningless kiss she suddenly wanted to have. But even if it wasn’t, surely she soon would see that being with Beck was actually different from what she was expecting. Poppy would most likely get bored and leave them as soon as possible.

Maybe people back at Farmsville were right, maybe no real girl would ever be satisfied with them…

“Shut the fuck up, Beck.” They murmured to themselves. “You’re just being paranoid…”

Yes, that was true.

But, in order to avoid the pain, they needed to draw the line.

The far they stayed from Poppy Min-Sinclair, the better

~~X~~

“Thanks for walking me class, babe.” Zoey said with a friendly smile, stopping aside from her classroom door. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me? You love this class.”

“Completely.” They responded. “I have to finish my project for Professor Myra and I haven’t even started it yet because someone won’t let me a second to rest.” Zoey laughed playfully before pretending to be insulted.

“Oh, so now is my fault?” she asked, and Beck couldn’t help but give her a grin.

The last couple of days, Zoey and Beck had been doing basically everything together, even more than before. Zoey was continuously insisting them to join her in her classes when Beck had free time but not Zoey, to have lunch outside campus, she even managed to get tickets in first line to one of the first TBD concerts in New York, which was basically huge because Beck was a wholeheartedly fan of theirs, they even had a little crush on Kaitlyn Liao for a while.

Even The T had started to question the true nature of the relationship, which was something understandable, but neither of them was really paying attention to it. After all, why should they give any explanation to anyone?

“Yes! It’s basically your fault, Zoey Wade.” Beck laughed, they weren’t mad at all. Zoey was a very responsible girl putting the school first. Professor Myra's project it was basically an essay about the meaning of music according to Sulzer theory. Easy-peasy. That’s why it was the last one left.

“But… you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it.” She winked at them, flirty as always.

“Go to class, honey” The smile on their faces was huge, happy, trusting. Beck was feeling so lucky to have Zoey next to them. She was the best friend and artist they could’ve asked for.

“See ya later, then.”

“See ya.”

The corridors of Belvoir were huge, elegant, eccentrically decorated. While walking through them, Beck started wondering what was the original purpose of the building. It was always meant to be a school or somebody bought the property to actually live there? Beck looked around a little more, trying to find a detail who could give them a clue, but instead, the thing that caught up their interest, was a little, purple ad.

“Rock’s style band is searching for a lead singer…”

Beck stopped a little, rather curious. Reading the ad, Beck discovered a lot of basic information: they played alternative, rock pop, rock metal, among others, and needed a lead singer before the Battle of the Bands. They weren’t aware there was one of those things there in Belvoire.

Beck took the paper in their hand, interested in what they had to offer, and maybe ask for details later. But suddenly, the sound of high heels walking angry towards them caught their attention.

There, at the end of the hall, was the very Poppy Min-Sinclair. And she definitely saw Beck. They gulped, but stood still. They weren’t a full coward, if something was about to happen, let it be at once.

“Hey, tranny!” They heard someone yelling from behind. Confused and angry, Beck turned around, ready to deal with whoever was calling them like that with such a despicable tone, but what they got was not a conversation, but a fist right to their mouth.

The hit was so hard, it managed to make them wobble a little, only to be pinned aggressively against the wall by the collar of their sweater.

“I tolerate you being your disgusting self. But don’t ever dare to drag my woman into your shit.” A guy, a random guy was looking at them with repulse, with actually hatred. But Beck was used to it… They weren’t that impressed, so they chuckled.

“Funny, I don’t recall a complain from your mom.”  It was fine, as long as he didn’t hit them in the… Ow, the bad rib… Ok, that did hurt.

“Stay away from Poppy.” The random guy mumbled, making Beck see red from one second to another. “She’s mine.”

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Gathering strength, Beck managed to break the hold and land a punch right in the nose of the other one. Making him back down, blood falling from his face. The rage he now had made him let out a roar before lash out like a bull against Beck's torso, both of them falling to the floor. Again and again, his fist crashed on Beck’s face, but Beck turned things around, hitting the guy as hard as they could, until…

“What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?!” Beck felt a delicate yet strong hand reaching out for their shoulder, breaking the fight apart. Poppy was there, holding them tightly in a hug, looking at the guy on the floor completely infuriated.  

“Poppy… I can explain… I saw The T's photo and I...” that guy said, looking distressed.

“I don’t fucking care, Burnett!” she roared. “you little piece of shit! I will personally make sure you end up getting dragged to the deepest, darkest, nauseating place this world has to offer to animals like you!”

Surprisingly, Beck felt bad for that pathetic guy. They haven’t seen Poppy so angry, so fierce in a very scary-the-shit-out kind of way, ever. Everyone around that were watching, started to go away as faster as they could, trying to avoid any kind of confrontation with her, leaving the three completely alone in a university corridor, which was no little thing. Beck took a deep breath… or at least, they tried, but…

They couldn’t breath deeply…

They couldn’t breath without pain.

“You-you can’t be serious… Are you… are you really dating that?”

“I’m dating whoever the fuck I want! And they have a fucking name! Call Beck a That again and I'll make you life a living hell!”

Beck didn’t even notice her defending them. The sharping pain was too much to talk.

“As for you...” It was Beck’s turn. “How you dare to ditch me like that at the club!”

“Wait…”

“I don’t care what you have to say! You should’ve growth a pair and talk to me long ago instead of just avoiding me!”

“Poppy… wait…” They try once again, wanted so desperately to regain air to their lungs without her yelling them.

“You know? I don’t even know what I saw in you! You’re just the same as many of my…!”

That’s when Beck started to bend, holding the rib as an instinct to protect them, to make it stop hurting, the pain was fully showing itself on their face.

“Oh my God…” Poppy exclaimed, her angry attitude switched quickly to a worry one. Swiftly, Poppy's hands traveled to Beck's shirt, uncovering his body. A big, yellow bruise on their skin was slowly becoming green… purple at some places. “Shit… I’m going to kill you, Carleton!”

Oh, the bad rib…

“What is going on here?”

The sound of a familiar voice showed up, Professor Ina Kingsley walked in, maybe alerted by students or something like it, Beck didn’t really want to dig in.

“This fucking asshole attacked Hughes as a savage meathead!”

“Is Beck ok?” Ina asked right away, being aware about how the pain in Beck was bigger that Carleton's, who got away with some bruises and face cuts. “Think you can walk?”

“I'm fine…” Beck groaned. “… I just… I need to sit down a moment…”

“Miss Min-Sinclair, do you mind taking Beck to the nursing? I handle Mr. Burnett.”

“Come on, Farmsville. Lean on me.”

“No, I can manage…” The look Poppy throw them was so deadly scary, that them were paralyzed for a second. “O-ok…” Beck did as she told them, not wanting to face that kinda mortal gaze ever again.

But as the both started walking away, Beck turned to look at the guy who was now being taken to the Principal office.

And the deep hatred drawn in him was enough to know it: That guy wouldn’t stop there.

“Sweet… this all over again.” Beck thought, feeling actually insecure for the first time in all the time they had there.

“Poppy… I don’t want to go to the nursing.” They said, desperately needing to feel secure.

“Are you dumb? Of course I’m taking you to the nursing! Did you see that bruise?”

“Poppy.” Beck stopped immediately, looking supplicant into those honey eyes. Scared. “Please… I'll go anywhere but there…”

The strawberry blonde thought about it carefully; a battle was taking place in her mind, while she was reading the message written on Beck’s eyes.

Her rigid posture suddenly softened, as if she couldn’t deny anything to them… Maybe Beck wasn’t the only one with a soft spot for the other.

“Fine. Let’s go to my room.”

----

Next

[shcnley]

╰ ✧ ZOEY DEUTCH. MUSE SEVEN. BISEXUAL. ❞ say hello to the s club’s very own SHANLEY EVANS! a TWENTY-THREE year old CISFEMALE that goes by SHE/HER pronouns. i heard they were voted MOST TALKATIVE in high school, which says a lot about them because they’re very VIVACIOUS and DEPENDABLE, but watch out for their IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN side as well. i hope they’re ready to take a break from being a TEACHER and finally get this summer started! 

hiiii friendssss, i’m gigi!!! and here’s my lil french fry lovin’ bb, shanley. sooo excited to plot w/ you allllll <333 

B A S I C S

full name: shanley nicole evans gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual age: 23 years old birthday: january 27th 1997 birthplace: NYC currently living: chicago, il relationship status: single zodiac: aquarius sun, virgo moon, leo rising occupation: teacher ( 1st grade )

I N S P O

characters: jessica day ( new girl ), lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ), harper ( set it up ), summer roberts ( the o.c. ), alexis rose ( schitt’s creek ), & amy march ( little women ). music: click this sentence for playlist !!  pinterest: click this sentence for pinterest !! 

B A C K G R O U N D

kso, i’m going to be honest. shanley had an extremely normal and happy childhood. her parents met in high school, fell in love and were married after graduating college. her father ( theodore evans / think sandy cohen from the oc ) is an executive vice president of an insurance company while her mother ( clara evans / think kristina braverman from parenthood ) is a stay-at-home mom. born and raised in new york city. she has an older sister ( haddie evans / think prue halliwell from charmed ) who is three years older, she has an extremely close relationship with her. shanley is obsessed with family, tbh. she tells them just about everything. they had dinner together every night and talk about their days, have inside jokes, go on family vacations every summer ( before sclub summers ). overall, her parents are very loving and supportive, wanting only the best for their daughters. in high school, shanley was convinced she wasn’t like other girls *pUkeS*. she was very outgoing. like she literally made friends with anyone and everyone. a friendly face; probably the student who showed the new students around. it was rare to see shanley upset or rude to anyone unless she was defending someone. she had good grades (our shanny was v advanced), kind of a teacher’s pet but like still got her seat moved or sent to the hallway because she wouldn’t stop talking. i almost made her superlative most likely to say something stupid because like that’s her too. she was on the yearbook committee, played volleyball, and was a part of the student government. if she wasn’t at school or home, you would most likely find her with arlo, which whew. a story there. when it came to the sclub, she spent whatever free time she had left with them. encouraging all the trouble; shanley will do ANYTHING you tell her to and probably doesn’t think about it. don’t give her dumbass a dare because she will do it. sorry , i forgot what i was going to say; let’s change topics. NO i remembered, lets carry on. she’s always up for a good time. don’t hesitate to invite shan...even if you don invite her...she’ll invite herself SO. fast forward to college, shanley was accepted to loyola university and moved to chicago. how excite!!!!  kso she always knew she wanted to go away for school yanno be miss independent thats why they love her BUT college life wasn’t easy, not in the beginning at least. she was going through a breakup and lost herself for a while. became cold and detached; honestly after the break up her routine was to go to class then back to her dorm, study, cry and repeat. she was only friends with her roommates till finally they forced her to go out and deal with her heartbreak the “””normal””” college way aka getting stupid drunk. *tiktok vc* it izz what it izz. joined a sorority then dropped it because it was too culty for her. she got a part time job at insomnia cookies. slowly became high school shanley again. her spirits were especially lifted when she began student teaching. the kids made her so happy. they also proved to her that teaching was what she was meant to do. next thing ya know, four years are up and our girl has a degree in elementary education.  no one probably asked but her love life !!! like mentioned earlier shanley is single. she was convinced she was going to end up marrying arlo, maybe not right after high school like people assumed but eventually. they just connected on another level so when he ended things after their first year of college, shan was crushed. but if you’re curious, she's still got the hots for arlo. are we surprised tho? no? exactly. thanks for reading, pals. dsjkn okay i’ll add more. fine. so she hooks up with people and goes on dates but no one sticks. she doesn’t want them to stick either. she knows she had that like one great love and doubts she’ll ever feel it again so she just prefers to be on her own. she don’t need no man !!!!!!!! except for one...but mind ur business. so like what is shanley nicole evans up to now? well, her original plan was to move back home once she had graduated. but she was offered a teaching position in chicago and gladly accepted it. she figured since she loved living in chicago so much and it was at the school where she completed her student teaching; it all felt right for her to stay there. this was a fresh start for her. and she got it!! ya girl moved into a beautiful ( expensive ) apt near lake shore drive, started her own tiktok account where she randomly went viral and fell in love with all her students who she calls her kiddy beans!!

E X T R A !!

has 4 tattoos:       portrait of her dog, on her left calf // why? again obsessed w/ her dog       aquarius symbol,  on her right outer elbow side // zodiac hoe. Is v proud       coffee mug, on her right wrist side // her first tattoo. couldnt think of anything else.       honey bee, back of her arm above elbow // got really drunk, heard a song, thought of arlo, ended up at a shop with friends as a joke and woke up the next morning with it. 8 piercings: 3 each lobe. Industrial ( left ). tragus ( right ). sings when she talks sometimes most of the time speaks in really bad accents; new jersey being her fav is always in a dress...look at her pinterest...all she has is dresses. she likes to show off her legs ok. obsessed with animals ( if she’s not paying attention, its bc she’s thinking about her dog and/or bunnies ), coffee, and junk food. a jonas brothers stan, nick is her favorite brother. shelf is her favorite song. cries whenever she hears when you look me in the eyes ( she sang it to arlo when he took her to their concert ). has a big following on tiktok. on the teacher side. she posts her ootd and weird shit her students have said. sometimes even reenacts scenes from new girl. a reality tv show about birds she sees. its quite entertaining.  potatoes and pasta are her favorite foods. grew up making fairy gardens has a concentration face  dances for no and every reason.especially if she’s excited or beat someone in something. rambles way too much, forgets what she’s talking about mid sentence, attention span of a fruit fly. she has a hammock named bartholomew and she chills on it when she’s sad...so most of this trip. :-)))

welcome 2 the end; gimme all ur plots. i wanna plot with you all. i am down for everything and anything. 

[superpaperjams]

Abt me :3

Hi! You can call me Bee, any variation of my user, or any character i remind you of/you associate with me. I’m not super comfortable with sharing my real name, i hope you can understand!

I’m 15, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m straight and an ally :3!! 

I have a really lovely bf n I love him a lot,, he lets me be cringe a lot eheheh

please dni if you’re an nsfw blog, or a pedo, or a jerk. (jerk includes nazis and racists, you’re not off the hook). my blog is NOT a place for discourse!! If you want discourse, go somewhere else. 

Some things I’m a fan of-

-Super Mario Bros

-Animal Crossing

-Pokemon 

-Minecraft 

-Sonic 

-My little pony

-Hello kitty/sanrio 

-Lunch club 

-Fnaf

!if you don’t like my art, please provide constructive criticism, if you don’t want to help me improve and just hurt my feelings, please leave!

thank you, gamers!!

[mango-ti]

Rules: answer 20 questions then tag people you want to know better!

I was tagged by @rockin-robin-tweet-tweet​ thank youuu!!!

Name: It’s Joanna!

Pronouns: she /her

Nickname: Well, in here I’m called Aśka but I know that Polish language is a nightmare so just call me Jane

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Height:I think I was about 1,7 meters last time I checked

Languages: English,Polish, and currently studying russian but I’m really bad at it

Nationality; I’m from Poland:The country of pierogi!

Favorite season: I love summer, it’s so nice and warm, and I often get a confidence boost for some reason

Favorite flower:every flower is so niceeee, but i’ll go with hibiscus cus they pretty, and with these(look at photo), they’re called Jaskry(like Jaskier from Witcher!) and they grow on fields and meadows, look at theeeem

Favorite scent: honey

Favorite color: purple and pink

Favorite animal: bees and seals

Favorite fictional character: Let’s go with Lila from  mlb, Flora from Winx Club, every single character from Ladybug PV, our Lord and saviour Hatsune Miku, and Chariot from Black Rock Shooter(anime) because I really love her design

Coffe tea or hot chocolate: Teaaa

Average sleep hours: on shcool days it’s usually 6-7, but on weekends i can go 11-12

Dog or cat person: cats, but i still love my doggos

Number of blankets you sleep with: one on summer and two in winter

Dream trip: I don’t?? really?? have one?? Anywhere is cool really

Blog established: eeeeh 2014-2015 I think?

Followers: 164 !?!? HOW

Random fact: Cute aggression is the feeling you get when something is so cute you can't help but want to squeeze it.

Im gonna tag @sharlothaven​ and @allhailleila​

[cruezins]

       ☣  ;  (  KIM TAEHYUNG  ,  24  ,  HE/HIM  )  coming up next on rebel radio is OPAUL by FREDDIE DREDD  .  this tune goes out to SIWON RYU  .  rumor has it they just rolled into town and are fightin’ for the GHOULS  .  they’re AFFABLE  ,  INQUISITIVE but also AIMLESS  ,  MERCURIAL so watch your backs out there  .  we wish them the best of luck here in our golded city of light  .  stay vigilant  ,  stay dirty rock ‘n rollers and we’ll catch you for the next one  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i don’t know what editing is  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .  anyway  ,  here is siwon  ,  someone i’ve been work-shopping for a while  !  looking forward to writing with you  ♡

                     ☣  ;  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇  .

cw  :  drug mentions  ;  stop me if you’ve heard this one before------

       his dad’s a junkie and he hasn’t seen his mom since some fatcats bought their restaurant for a steal a few years before  ,  but that’s the way of life for a lot of people in the underground  .  young  ,  bored  ,  and desperate to hear and smell anything that wasn’t the rottenness of his own childhood home  ,  siwon found himself on the streets more nights than not  ,  spray paint in one hand   ,  painting nights in greens and purples until reds and blues chased him away  .  makes his first steal before he can tie his shoes  .  creates alliances with the neighborhood kids  ,  sneaks around to watch how the haves live with their pretty  ,  pretty screens and their ugly  ,  ugly words  .  school isn’t anything special  ,  either  ,  and while siwon can’t remember shit that he reads from a page he can work with his hands  .  fast and efficient  ,  nimble fingers whether they’re flying across a keyboard or fucking around with some screws  .  you can make something of yourself  ,  some of his teachers tell him while others can’t stop bitching about homework or tardiness or the way he falls asleep in the middle of class  .  but what’s siwon supposed to make  ?  he and his ragtag group of weirdos he calls friends  .  when he gets older and nights get hungrier  ,  siwon learns to stop relying on the benevolence of neighbors and finds a job  ---  he’s fast  ,  after all  ,  with a sweet face and wide eyes  ,  makes a helluva getaway after years and years of running  .  

       thieving’s a natural grift  .  he’d been training for this his whole life  .  then he catches the eyes of a boss man who isn’t nearly as mad as he should be catching some kid with his wallet in his hands  .  courier comes next  ,  ferrying messages from a bunch of suits all over the city  .  siwon never opened the packages  ,  never second guesses the credits that start bloating his account  .  desperate  ,  he does what he’s told and does it well ------ and that’s the real kicker  ,  isn’t it  ?  that after a year and some-odd months of dedicated service they leave him high and dry with some bullshit he doesn’t have any involvement with  .  after years of running  ,  boys in blue finally catch him and he’s left to take the fall of some dumb fuckery  ,  man  ,  and he’s pissed  .  steaming in jail  ,  it’s a wonder some other gang didn’t get to him first  .  the longer he sat and talked with that ghoul member  ,  the more he grew to despise the rich  ,  the ones who left him to rot after all the shit he did for them  .  what was even the point anymore  ?  dog eat dog kind of bullshit  ,  no sense of loyalty or shit anywhere  .  the law and all that money was out to get him from the beginning and siwon had enough of it  .  a few months locked up but he learned and leaned and learned  ,  only able to get out on a technicality  .  the second he stepped back out into the sun  ,  siwon followed the map given to him and signed up for the ghouls  .  city of light be damned  .  the only lights he wants to see are flames eating this hellhole alive  .

                    ☣  ;  𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  .

➤  full name.  ryu si-won ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  city of light ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  affiliation.  ghouls  ➤  primary occupation.  drug runner  ,  pickpocket  ➤  secondary occupation.  network manager at an internet cafe 

➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  panromantic ➤  character alignment.  chaotic neutral ➤  personality type.  enfp ➤  temperament.  sanguine ➤  wants.  power  ,  family

       stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and sun browned skin  .  half legs  .  a few pieces of silver in his ears and a small hoop on his bottom lip  .  dresses somewhere between a washed up rockstar  ,  your college weed dealer  ,  and a miami vice reject  .  style’s a whim with a closet’s chaotic mix of anything he thrifts or patches together  .  most of the time he’s sporting cuffed jeans  ,  vintage blouse  ,  a denim jacket or tweed blazer and thick ass boots  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandanna or a headband  ,  hair ties on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal —— or simply just a steal  .  likes colors just as much as he likes his neutrals  .  wears a black air filtration mask and fingerless gloves  .  considers his floral button-up shirts fancy material and his trousers cut off at the ankles  .  likes the smell of old leather and the breathing of fringe on a jacket  ,  the weight of heavy rings on his fingers and sunglasses swooped low on his nose  .  wears a monocle because he can’t be fucked with reading glasses  .   his hair’s been every color of the rainbow and he’s always changing it up thanks to temporary dye  .

                                    ☣  ;  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄  .

       hustles at arcade halls  ,  scarfs down ramen and burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon district  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  at the internet cafe one moment and grabbing fried cheese sticks in the next before crossing the bridge to watch the street races and venturing to the tunnels for the fighting rings  .  complains about being broke but puts down bets faster than anyone  .  lives for the feeling of wind in his hair so the window of his top-floor one bedroom shit hole stays open all the time  .  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   learned how to assemble a gun in less than sixty seconds and stays packing nowadays though he can’t really shoot for shit  .  spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  looks like an angel under all those holographic lights  .

       rides a motorbike and his skateboard  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  ---  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness that’s always been denied to him  .  has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  still sees his family  .  not as much as a good son would  ,  but he sends cash when he can and looks after his younger sister  ,  makes sure she stays well and clean  .  they don’t know half of what he’s gotten up to since he was let out of prison  ,  but they might have some idea --- after all  ,  who’d pay a crooked boy with a record as well as he seems to be  ?  when the sun starts to come up and he crashes into bed  ,  siwon stares out the window and thinks about how in another world  ,  or in another time he probably could’ve been something  .  could’ve made something great  .  but for now he’s just got a whole lot of anger  ,  raw like a fresh wound he can’t stop picking at  .  

                           ☣  ;  𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

➤  bonds.  my loyalty to my friends is unwavering  ;   i owe everything to my mentor --- a horrible person who’s rotting in jail somewhere  ;  i fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure this individual never crosses paths with me  . ➤  flaws.  once i pick a goal  ,  i become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life  ;  when I see something valuable  ,  i can't think about anything but how to steal it  ;  i have a weakness for the vices of the city  . 

       he’s friendly  ,  but he doesn’t make friends easily --- the ones that he has made  ,  he’d do anything for  .  because that’s how he’s gotten this far  ,  right  ?  all those people who looked after him when others tried to stomp him out  .  he’s still close with his teen friends who threw a few grifts with him  ,  gaming buddies that he knows only through a screen  .  little escapes from all the other bullshit going on in the world  .  even though he isn’t a club guy  ,  he runs into more than a few faces on his rounds  .  maybe they’re bad influences or sweethearts who help that touch starved affliction that comes from living in a city so wired  .  on the flip side  ,  there’s some enemies --- competitors in the runner world  ,  antagonists he meets at the races or rings for whatever reason  (  insane bets make tempers run hot  ,  who knows when they’ll flare for good and siwon’s learning the hard way how to keep his mouth shut  )  .  he’s fixed up a few cars or weapons for people recently because he misses working with his hands  .  y’know  ,  making nice  .  then there’s people he’s caught in a crossfire with  ,  where they’ve met something nasty one too many times before over turf  ,  territory and clients  .  a newer face to the ghouls  ,  he’s bugged someone into mentoring him  ,  and gone on a few runs with someone he loves to call a coworker  .  

       eager to prove himself as more than a green kid with a keyboard and an eye for detail  ,  find him cutting deals and making trades in smokey barbecue houses  ,  hole-in-the wall ramen shops or by taco tents  .  a full bellied class of clients are happy clients in his opinion  ,  and siwon isn’t above not making deals with the other groups who’s names aren’t violent delights  .  speaking of which  ---  there are definitely some skeletons there he aims to confront  ,  some old demons to fight from that class of people that fucked him over  .  there’s an ex lover in there somewhere  ,  probably met in that pre-prison childhood phase when he mingled past class lines more  ( ~1.5-2 years ago )  .  someone he’s healthily fearful of for whatever reason  ,  and maybe a vendetta against the family that scammed his parents out of their business and basically sent his life spiraling  .  there’s someone who isn’t what they seem  --- he doesn’t know who they really are  ,  and maybe they don’t know who he is  ,  either  .  they’ll learn eventually  .  someone he’s protective over  ,  someone who protects him in ways he doesn’t even know  ,  and those he looks after because they grew up on the same side  .  desperate for connection  ,  desperate for a place  ,  he finds it all in heaven and hell  .

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Bee!

You have been accepted for the role of ISLA SELWYN-MACMILLAN, with the requested faceclaim change to Adelaide Kane! We particularly enjoyed the discussion of Isla’s reasoning to join the Order, as well as the conflict with people not trusting her because of who she is. We think she’ll be an excellent addition to the cast! 

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Bee

AGE: 21

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m a college student, so my activity tends to revolve around my schedule, though I tend to be online at some point every day (unless there’s a big paper to write or a project or a test or something the next day, in which case maybe not… but still probably because I am a disaster). If I had to give it a number? 7.5, 8.

ANYTHING ELSE: OOPS HI LOVELY ADMINS

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Isla Evelyn Selwyn-MacMillan

AGE: 25

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis Female, She/Her, Sexuality was a weird thing for Isla- she was never entirely certain as to how to define it, or what made sense to her. Yeah, sure, guys were good, she guessed. Girls were nice too. Either or, both, sure.. But it was never really important. At least, not the sex part- not to her. She could take it or leave it. Sometimes it was nice, but most of the time she could live without. What she couldn’t live without was some sort of emotional connection. She needed someone to care about, and who cared about her- that was always what mattered most to her. In terms of labeling, she’s probably demisexual and gray ace.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: I’m 100% okay with Ernie being Archie and Isla’s kid. I actually kind of love how complicated it makes their little, odd family’s life. As for faceclaims,would it be okay if I used Adelaide Kane? If not, Melisa Pamuk is perfect <3  

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Isla falls into a sort of gray area when it comes to personality. She is a messy conglomeration of the things that she needed to be for her family as well as the things she wanted to be for herself- therefore, it really depends on which Isla you know. She can be vibrant and exuberant, a free spirit who loves to run wild, who loves to do things that make her happy. She can be wildly fierce, especially when it comes to taking care of people and standing up for what she believes in. She can be a whirlwind of passion and fire. She’s warmhearted, treating friends more like family and strangers like friends.

But there’s also the uncertainty of who she’s supposed to be. The feeling of being lost in who she wants to be and who she’s had to become in order to hold on to the people she cares about, to protect the people she cares about, to protect herself. It’s like living a masquerade every day of her life. Pretending and lying, giving up the things that she was so passionate about, it’s deteriorated her spirit a little bit. But the Order has given her a little bit of that fire back. She has a cause to fight- she fights for the person she once was, the person she’s lost. She fights against the stupid, archaic world that the Death Eaters and Voldemort are creating. It helps her hold onto the scraps of herself that she knew. It’s like looking into a crystal ball and seeing who you were, but not seeing any path as to who you’re supposed to be now that the chips are down and you’ve found yourself in your current situation.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Isla has never really known where she fit in with her family. There’s a family portrait that hangs in her family home’s parlor that was done when she was about four. Her mother and father looked like the regal couple they’d always been, standing behind their four children, elegantly dressed, her mother dazzling with the diamond necklace that twinkled upon her neck, her father with a stern sort of half smile underneath his mustache. Her older sister, Maeve, sat on a fainting couch with herself and their little brother, Grant, just in front of them. All three of them in pristine, mint condition. Long, dark curls on Isla and Maeve, half tied up in white bows. Little Grant in a suit, his hair slicked back with what had to be gallons of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion. Every single detail of the five of them was perfect, to a t. She was sure that somewhere, in the back of her parent’s minds, that’s how they’d hoped their children would stay. Perfect little angels who knew their place, who had cherubic smiles on their faces and soft giggles. As an adult, Isla would find herself staring at the middle child, squirming ever so slightly in her little white dress, her eyes glinting with just a hint of mischief, and want to tell her to run away and never look back.

But then, really, would Isla be Isla?

Isla was a ball of energy that was almost impossible to tame. Of course, she knew when not to overstep her parent’s wishes, but oh Merlin, was it fun to toe just a hair over the line. As a little girl, she wasn’t given much opportunity. She would run wild around the nursery, declaring herself a dragon on any given Tuesday, or the Quidditch World Champion for a weekend. She jumped off beds, had notebooks full of doodles, sang at the top of her lungs- she was absolutely her own person. Willful, too. From about the age of three, there was no getting Isla to do anything that Isla didn’t want to do. She would sit, stubborn as an ox, in the same spot for hours on end. It drove her mother and father absolutely mad- but her aunt had always laughed and remarked that as long as there were Selwyns, there would be willful, headstrong witches in the world.

Hogwarts was the time for freedom that Isla really needed. It was freedom, at least to a point, to explore and experience and learn what she liked, to do what she wanted. Of course, she was never encouraged to do certain things. It was almost an unspoken thing- of course her parents wanted her socializing with students from pureblood families, of course they wanted her in the Frog Choir, of course they wanted her in the Slug Club- these were things that they could brag about to their friends, things that would make their daughter sound like the creme of the crop. It was easy with Isla’s older sister- Maeve had always been the golden girl. But Isla liked to subvert expectations and do what she wanted to do. She loved flying. Soaring above the world in the red and gold of the Gryffindor House Team, a very unladylike beater’s bat in one hand, she felt freer than free. Like she never wanted to touch the ground again. She loved Care of Magical Creatures, her gentler side emerging from the usual ferocity of her spirit. She could speak to the creatures for hours. She’d watch flobberworms, and somehow, not get bored. She hid a niffler in the Gryffindor Girl’s Dormitory for a month because it had hurt itself and she wanted to heal him up (his name was Gregory, and yes, she got found out by McGonagall… Gregory got taken away, and in a rare sighting, Isla cried for hours). She’d make friends with anyone and everyone from any house, even though there were certain friends that she had to tiptoe around, lest naive Grant slip up and tell their parents. Hell, she even snogged a few guys, a few girls, a few neither, and a few both. She had a relationship or two, though nothing romantic ever really lasted. All of this was okay because it fell within the realm of education. It wasn’t the real world- not yet. Her parents didn’t care what she did, so long as she brought no irredeemable shame to them.

Soon after graduation, her mother first used the most dreaded word in all of English: marriage. And thus began Isla’s great attempt to avoid ever talking about getting married. She quickly found a quidditch team that would sign her on, and thankfully her parents indulged her ‘whim’. For five years after Hogwarts, five glorious, beautiful, amazing years, she flew professionally. Isla knew it wasn’t exactly what her parents wanted- she knew the remarks regarding their younger daughter’s occupation that ran in their little circle of pureblood friends. But Isla didn’t care. Until she had to care. Until her parents told her she couldn’t fly anymore, even though she was so close to landing a spot in the big leagues. No. That word came back to haunt her. Marriage. Isla had to get married to some nice pureblooded boy that they approved of- preferably another old name- and have little pureblood babies. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in love with anyone, it didn’t matter that she didn’t want to get married- it was marry or be cut off. This was the only place that her parent’s held the power, where the line was drawn in flames rather than chalk. They threatened her with stories of Andromeda Tonks, who ran off with a muggleborn and had a kid, who was cut off from the family, burned off the family tree, shunned from all of society. And while Isla didn’t care about the rest of society, she did care about being cut off from her family.

Enter Archie.

Archibald Macmillan, one of Isla’s closest friends in the world, was in a similar conundrum: his parents were demanding a marriage to a nice pureblooded young lady- the catch in his particular situation was that young ladies weren’t exactly his type. Thus, the world’s most perfect plan was hatched: Archibald Macmillan would marry Isla Selwyn. They would be married for the sake of marrying- to placate their parents and the demands for traditional pureblood values and a path for an eventual heir- but have the freedom to be themselves within their own relationship. Freedom within the constraints their families had placed upon them. Thankfully, Archie hadn’t fussed when she asked… or really demanded… she keep her surname as well as take his. She was Isla Selwyn after all. Now she was just a Macmillan too.

It wasn’t until after the wedding that Isla found out why her parents had been so demanding and had threatened to cut her clean off if she hadn’t married. The reason was referred to as You-Know-Who and other darling pseudonyms. He wanted a pureblood society, full of traditional pureblood values. If you defied him and his followers, you often ended up dead. It had been her family’s way of protecting her without really explaining why. That knowledge made her blood boil. She had been so angry with her family, but so afraid that they would cut her off just like Andromeda Tonks had been burned off the Black Family Tree that she caved. But it was this… this slimy, foul, miserable wretch of a wizard who wanted a perfect world for himself to rule over. What You-Know-Who didn’t know was that he had made an enemy on her wedding day, whilst she was saying her ‘I do’s to a man she loved but wasn’t in love with, while her family sat, painted smiles on their face. He had made her choose to clip her wings. And for that, he would pay.

OCCUPATION:

Once upon a time, Isla was going to fly for the rest of her life. She was going to live on her broomstick and make it big one day. Maybe she’d even fly for the Holyhead Harpies. She’d already planned it all out. Unfortunately, Voldemort and, because of their fear of their daughter being hurt or worse, her parents, had more traditional plans for her. So Isla Selwyn MacFusty is a wife. It isn’t an occupation she wanted by any stretch of the imagination- but at least it’s a marriage to Archie, and not one of the arrogant ministry goons her mum would have picked out for her. She supposes that the Order is more of an occupation in the traditional sense- it doesn’t pay (but she doesn’t need money, what with the Selwyn and Macmillan money floating around), but it gives her something to do. She’s also taken on a new occupation- one that she wasn’t certain that she’d ever wanted. Being the mother of Ernie Macmillan was the best job she’s ever had. She’d do anything for her little boy, anything in the world.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDERS:

Isla’s fairly certain that most of the Order does not like her because of her last name… or last names. Sometimes it makes her feel like she’s sticking out like a sore thumb- the pureblood girl with the perfect pureblood life, what’s she doing fighting with the underdogs? Isla wishes that there were some way for her to reassure the Order that she’d do just about anything to help, because she doesn’t agree with anything that Voldemort says… the slimey old git. The past is the past, and it should stay there. Archaic and old, let it mold away. Fighting this fight lets her at least try to banish the past way of thinking. Plus, she believes that every good secret organization needs a few good men (or women) who have insight and connections to the enemy. Fortunately, Isla believes herself to be the exact girl for the job, She’s high enough up in pureblood society that people don’t suspect her. While most people in high society know of Isla’s fiery disposition, they believe her to be ‘tamed’ by married life, settling in as a graceful and elegant lady of the house. She can work her family’s circles to pick up intel and feed it back to the Order. Hopefully good information helps turn the tides on the war.

SURVIVAL:

Once upon a time, Isla thought she was invincible. Nothing bad would happen to her- the Death Eaters, while winning, were too dumb in her mind to think that one of the Selwyn girls was working against them. She was certain that they’d think no sweet, demure, little housewife and mother would ever be involved with an organization actively trying to take down Voldemort. Especially not with a surname like Selwyn Macmillan. But the events of October 31st 1981 have rattled the optimistic perspective of Isla. People got hurt. Really hurt. Before the Masquerade, she was fighting by sneaking around, bringing in information that could only be provided by someone in upper crust pureblood society. But the evening of the masquerade was the first time that she could actually die. Be it getting caught in the crossfire trying to save someone, or being caught working for the Order, or simply being in the wrong spot at the wrong time. And if she died, that left Archie and Ernie alone- the two people she’d do anything in the world for. If she got caught, or if she died, that put both of them at risk. Or worse, she got caught, and something happened to them- she’s not so sure if she could handle even thinking about something like that happening.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Archie Macmillan: She loves her husband to the moon and back- just not as one would normally love their husband. Marrying Archie was a no-brainer once the ultimatums began to be thrown around by her parents. He’d always been a close friend, he was someone her parents undoubtedly approved of, and he needed a safe marriage where he could be himself without sneaking around. She thinks the world of him, and she would do anything for him. Of course, the Order has put a bit of a strain on things, but she appreciates him being right by her side. It makes her feel less alone in things.

Andromeda Tonks: Isla can never decide whether or not to be jealous of Andromeda. She was free to live the life that she wanted with whom she wanted, but at the cost of losing her family. Isla is certain that she maintains a large amount of respect for the woman. She might have been the horror story her parents plagued her with, being left without a family or a home, but at least Andromeda didn’t give in to her parents. There’s a piece of Isla that eats at her every day for not fighting for just one more second of her freedom.

James Potter: Isla really cannot stand James Potter, and it’s not even his fault… or it is… it isn’t but it is. James has never had to worry about losing his family for dating who he wanted, for marrying or not marrying- he’s completely free. And even worse, he’s pitied for being in a relationship simply because Lily is a muggleborn. As if Lily Evans wasn’t smarter than ten purebloods combined… at least, in her humble opinion. All of these thoughts have given Isla a sort of prickly disposition whenever she’s around James. She doesn’t hate him, but she doesn’t like what he gets away with all because he’s James Potter and because he’s a bloke.

Emma Vanity: Emma Vanity is like looking into a mirror. A slightly more innocent, naive, little lamb of a mirror, but a mirror. She’s from a pureblood family, one that had wanted her to get married to a nice pureblood boy. And god, the girl almost did get married, and Isla still isn’t sure that that’s what the girl had wanted. She was freed from her betrothal by the untimely death of Mulciber, but Isla knows that that sort of freedom only lasts so long, especially nowadays. Hopefully, with a little bit of her help, Isla can get Emma to truly decide what she wants, and then help the girl with whatever comes next. Merlin knows Isla wishes that she had had someone who would have done that for her.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Isla x chemistry. A warning that she will never do anything that would put Archie or her son at risk, any extramarital relationships will likely be secretive.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Isla has led the glamorous life- she hasn’t had to worry about much of anything, ever. She never had to worry about being bullied or tormented about where she came from, let alone any other reason. Up until her time at Hogwarts, she hadn’t really met a muggleborn, let alone really understand what the muggle world was like- it wasn’t like she didn’t know that muggleborns existed, but they weren’t in the social circles that her parents ran in. So when she got to Hogwarts, she was a little bit too eager to find out things like how they got around or how they got rid of the boggarts in the attic or how they ever got their mail. There were times she was surprised how good at magic a muggleborn friend was, and as she got older, she’d kick herself for ever thinking like that. Having magic, she learned, didn’t mean you had to be good at it. For example, she was awful at transfiguration, whereas other students- muggleborn, halfblood, and pureblood alike- succeeded and even thrived at the art of changing one thing into another.

The only thing in the world she has working against her is Voldemort’s need for his rather archaic pureblood society and it’s ‘traditional’ values. Traditional in the sense that it was her job to be a delicate flower doing household magic and being demure and lovely as opposed to zooming through the air on a broomstick and feeling free. That freedom to be who she wanted to be has given her the tiniest sliver of a glimpse into a world she knows she could never dare to imagine. Ernie, she’s decided, will be raised to respect every wixen of every background. Her son will be better. She won’t let him be another pureblood thinking that he is the center of the universe, and all should bow before him.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I have never loved a group more, I swear to god. I am here for all the angst and in depth character writing.

PLOT DROP IDEAS: LITERALLY ANYTHING. Y’all have come up with better plot drops than I could ever imagine. But I’d love something that lets Isla really do some recon and bring back whatever information she can to the Order.

ANYTHING ELSE? AAAAAAAAAAH I LOVE YOU ALL

[leviosarpg]

Congratulations, BEE! You have been accepted for the role of APOLLO GRIFFIN! Bee, this application was incredible. It was joyous and heartbreaking and beautiful and it’s clear your talent knows no bounds. You para sample was so touching, but it was your second headcanon that blew me away. “It’s never much, just little trinkets, but it means the world to you to be able to do something.” I am enamored with the idea of Apollo writing to Dumbledore in order to ask for a reference and his desire to want to be able to give back to his friends in whatever small way he can. You illustrated Apollo in such a stunningly, poignant way and captured the all wonder and whimsy of his character so perfectly. Your third headcannon about him learning to fly with a broom had me grinning ear-to-ear! Bee, I am so beyond thrilled to hand him over to you and I know he’s going to be a total pleasure to have on the dash!

Don’t forget to send in your account to the main and complete the items listed on the CHECKLIST!

THE PLAYER

name/age/pronouns/timezone: bee ; 21 ; she/her ; est

THE CHARACTER

desired role: apollo griffin

gender/pronouns: cis man ; he/him/his

extracurriculars: i’d love to have him in history of magic club, dueling club, and the charms club

para sample:

somehow, the summer is worse than he remembers.

apollo walks into his family’s home to no greeting from his parents, to no greeting from anyone actually. that’s no surprise and, in fact, he can’t help but think it’s a reprieve. his head is already pounding from stress, the idea of being gone from the wizarding world all summer leaving him aching, and he is already thinking of all the things his parents will have to say to him.

last year, they had left pamphlets of finding god and escaping heathenism on his bed for when he arrived home, only deigning to speak to him to ask if he’d read them and returning to ignore him when he said he hadn’t.

he could have lied, he did think about it, but the idea left his mouth tasting bitter. what good would it serve him ? he is no liar, and he knows for certain who he is. to try to earn their love by falsities would make him no better than them.

he shifts the bag he carries on his shoulder with a grunt, pulling his trunk behind him. it bangs on the doorframe and he pauses to adjust it. apollo hears the floorboards creak above his head.

“ papa, is that you ? ”

the voice is young, childish. he thinks it’s daphne, but it could be hermes ( his youngest brother is still a child, voice not yet broken, and he’s not around too much to be able to quickly tell the difference between them ).

apollo says nothing.

“ hello ? who’s there ? ”

he sighs, clearing his throat, before calling out, “ it’s me. apollo. ”

the floor creaks again but he doesn’t get a response.

he tugs his things up the staircase, the trunk thudding loudly on each step behind him, and he stops on the landing at the top to rub at his shoulders. from the room to the right of the stairs, a pair of doleful brown eyes stares out at him.

“ hi, hermes. ”

the younger boy shies away, hiding behind the doorframe, only edged far enough out to keep a careful glance on him.

“ i hope you had a good year ? ”

apollo doesn’t know why he’s trying to start a conversation. the last time he talked to any of his siblings, the last time he had a real conversation, must have been years ago. his heart aches when he realizes he can’t quite pin the moment or what it was about. he’s starting to walk away, his back turned, when he hears the voice again.

“ mama says you’re going to hell. ”

apollo freezes before turning around. “ what do you think ? ”

“ only bad people go to hell. like murderers. ”

“ i’m no murderer, hermes. ”

“ mama says you dance with the devil and that you spit in the face of god. ”

this takes him aback. hermes is nine ( ten, maybe ? he thinks he might have missed his last birthday ) and yet he’s sounding like their parents ( but his voice doesn’t hold the same malice ). apollo reaches a hand up, covering his mouth and nose because he wants to scream, but then he drops it, just nodding his head.

“ yeah, hermes, if that’s the case, i’m going to hell. ”

it hurts to say it, but what good would it do to confuse the poor child and deny it ? to cause him doubt in their parents ? for as much as apollo thinks they’re wrong and cruel ( he has long since begun to think that they are the real monsters, not him ), he can’t let hermes lose them or their love. that seems almost as wrong to him, to turn a child against his parents when there’s nowhere to run from them. maybe one day when he’s older, the veil will be lifted from his eyes, he’ll see that their form of religion is twisted and not based in love.

until then, apollo will walk away, silent and resigned.

the door slams behind him.

—

the clock ticks endlessly on the wall above apollo’s head and, from underneath him, he can hear the voices of his family drifting through the floor. they’re talking about the war. they tend to talk about little else. he supposed if he was surrounded by it all the time and not buffered by the wizarding world, he’d only talk about it too. it’s exhausting, though, to hear only about the grief and pain it’s caused. he wonders if the wizarding world will ever descend to that.

he shakes the thought from his head.

apollo glances at his bedroom door ( it’s shut, it always is, but it’s a habit formed from just after his first year. he had come home with gobstones and he was playing by himself. one of his siblings had wanted to play — this was before they pretended not to even see him — and he had tried to teach her. his mother had walked by a few minutes in and she begun shrieking. heresy. blasphemy. profane. after that, his door remained shut, and everyone else remained out ) before reaching towards the pocket of his bag. from it, he pulls a little gold snitch.

it was a hogwarts snitch. it had been with the school balls and brooms for nearly three months before apollo nicked it. its wing was bent and it was slow and flew in circles. ivon hated when it was pulled out for practice. one day, while cleaning up, apollo just took it. he left a few sickles in its place ( nowhere near its worth but he thought he had to leave something for it ) and slipped it in his pocket.

he had been filled with regret after taking it, but now ? he’s thankful to have it.

he opens his palm and the little gold ball stretches its wings slowly. as if it’s hesitant, it takes a few flaps before rising in the air and circling above his head. now apollo is no seeker, but he grabs it from the air with ease before letting it slip through his fingers and rise once more.

he smiles at the little ball.

he keeps at it. fly. catch. release. fly. catch. release. it’s a never-ending cycle but he isn’t bored, he could never be. for one of the few times this summer, his heart feels light. he is too caught up in his little game to hear the voices in the house anymore, and all he’s thinking about is how much he loves magic.

people keep asking him what he wants to do after hogwarts and right now he thinks maybe he wants to be a snitch maker. he loves quidditch, but he’s nowhere near good enough to play professionally. he also loves transfiguration and charms. this would keep him involved in the game and use other skills of his. he doesn’t know much about what it would entail but it couldn’t be too hard to find out and he could ask professor dumbledore or professor bones because surely they would know and there would always be a need for more snitches because quidditch was quidditch and  —

there’s a knock on his door and apollo scrambles to catch the snitch as he stands up and rushes over. he’s shoving it in his pocket as he opens it. branwen stands in front of him.

“ dinner. ” that’s all she says. she sounds annoyed.

he follows her downstairs wordlessly, taking his seat at the dinner table. his family blesses the meal. they eat in relative silence.

the snitch hums and shakes in his pocket throughout the meal. he smiles down at his plate despite himself.

—

the daily prophet arrives at his window in the talons of a grizzled brown owl at 6:53 in the morning like it did every day. it learned to come to his window and not any other window years ago ; he supposed it didn’t like being yelled at and having a tea cup thrown at it.

apollo puts a knut in its pouch and takes the newspaper in silence. he strokes the owl’s feathers before it goes on its way. reading the headline kestrals win home game, he smiles. the kestrals are one of his favorite team. he feels buoyant. he walks over to his desk and sits down. on a piece of parchment, he scribbles ‘ told you, blaine. that’s three sickles you owe me. -a.c.g. ’. on another piece, he writes ‘ olive, that’s the third bet ivon’s lost against me. do you think he’ll ever learn ? -a.c.g. ‘

they’re just a few of many notes he’s scrawled out this summer. really, he’d lose his wits if he didn’t have olive and ivon to write to and get responses back from. in a box below the desk, he keeps all the notes he’s gotten, all his letters. the ones at the top are new, the ones towards the bottom are old. the very last thing in the box, all the way at the bottom is his hogwarts letter. he takes it out sometimes, feeling the seal beneath his fingers, the old and aged emerald ink still glinting under the light.

despite the owl delivering the prophet to him, apollo does have an owl of his own. it’s a white pygmy owl named selene. she’s noisy and slow but she gets letters to where they need to be and that’s all he could have ever asked for. he walks over to her cage and nudges her with two fingers. she chirps and opens her eyes, blinking at him slowly.

“ could you take these to ivon and olive for me, pretty girl ? ”

she blinks again before extending her leg to him. he ties the letters to her before saying, “ meet me at school, okay ? ”

the owl blinks for a third time before taking flight, flying through his room and then out his still-opened window.

he takes his seat at his desk again. this time, he focuses on the date on the paper. september 1st. the best day of the year in his mind.

he thinks maybe he shouldn’t have sent the letters out — he’d see them soon enough, but he shakes the thought. they’ll understand that he just couldn’t wait.

—

he walks onto the platform alone, like always, and instantly, instinctively, a smile is on his face.

he’s home. he’s relaxed, all tenseness from his posture leaving him, and his eyes travel around without pause. he looks at the frog floating above the heads of three children about eight, all of them leaping up to reach for it. a witch has her wand sticking into a bag, and he can hear things knocking about in it.

being here, it just feels right to apollo.

he walks further onto the platform and towards the back of the express. he usually meets ivon and olive there, a routine well-established by now. he stops rolling his trunk and sits on it as he waits ( he’s taking up room, yes, but he’s early and to his own benefit the platform is still mostly-empty ). he pulls the prophet out of his bag, beginning to reread it.

“ apollo ! ”

the sound of his name gets his attention. he looks up and into the crowd, eyes searching for the familiar and then —

“ olive, ” he calls, his voice equally excited as a grin breaks across his face. he stands up, rushing over to wrap his arms around his friend in a tight hug. “ merlin alive, we’ve got loads to talk about — of course, we’ll wait for ivon, but in the meantime, there’s still plenty to catch up on, i think. ”

somehow, the summer has passed quicker than he remembers.

he’s thankful for that.

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Headcanons

it almost seems sacrilegious that all of the griffin children bear names of gods from other religions, but it is the one frivolity that wilhelm and thea allowed themselves to have in their otherwise pious life. freyja and jupiter and apollo and branwen. those are the oldest four. iseult and daphne and hermes are the younger. they are all spurs of their parents, in look and in personality. they are sharp features and bright smiles. they are passion incarnate. they know what they believe, they throw themselves in wholeheartedly.

you write to dumbledore the summer after your fourth year. you don’t know who else to write to, and your head of house seems like a good choice. you need a reference for a job, someone to say you’re a hard worker and someone who is reliable and trustworthy, and there’s no one else to do it, not your parents, not your eldest siblings. you ask him to not mention magic, and you tell him the name of the school your parents say you go to, and you scribble please at least a dozen times in your letter. it takes a few days but he writes you back, saying he’ll do it. you’re relieved and excited and thrilled. you get a job at a cobbler’s shop. you do little things. you sweep the floor, you act as cashier. you smile and chat easily to customers. it isn’t much, but it gives you change in your pocket. you wanted the job because you never really got any spending money from your parents, not beyond a few pennies or a maybe even a nickel here or there. your money to buy supplies from hogwarts didn’t come from them either ; instead, you were awarded a stipend each year, enough to buy books and robes, little else ( from the very beginning, your parents said they would do nothing to help you. if you were forsaking religion — if you were forsaking them — they would do nothing to aid you in that ). you always bought yourself the worst things — books with pages falling from the spine, some with missing pages that you’d go to olive or ivon to get the missing worn robes that you’d mend yourself. you use the leftover money you have to buy extra quills and ink and parchment, and then whatever else was left, you scrounge together to buy olive and ivon presents for their birthdays and christmas and sometimes just for whenever. it’s never much, just little trinkets, but it means the world to you to be able to do something. after all, without them, you don’t think you’d quite be who you are today.

the first time you pick up a broom, you are terrified. it is strange and foreign, and you can feel sweat beading up on your forehead. you have never let your feet leave the ground before and to suddenly be so free with the ground so far beneath you ? terrifying. of course, after the first lesson, where you can’t so much as get the broom off the ground, you watch others fly. they have so much glee, so much lightness to them. you wonder if flying will take some of the heaviness off your heart. you talk to the flying instructor to get a little extra help and he agrees. he lets you take a broom out before your tuesday potions lesson and you start small. one foot then three then five. you start in small circles and then loops and suddenly you wonder why you were scared to begin with. it’s fun and exciting and — it’s magic. it’s magic, and merlin above, it’s what you’re here for. you love it. you love that it’s something new. you’ve got a wand, now you want a broom, and you just want everything in your life to be magical. you want your shoes to fly and your jacket to zipper itself and — it’s a little much, your fanciful dreams, but it would be nice, you think.

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application

hi!!! i’m a new sfw age regression blog and i wanted to apply to the club! 💕

what is your name? bina (pronounced bee-nuh)

what are your preferred pronouns? she/her

what are your hobbies/interests? i love reading, writing, playing on fairyabc.com (it’s a pixie hollow rewrite!!!), listening to my favorite music, petting my doggy, and photography!

why would you like to join the preschool? i’d love to make friends with other littles and also having a safe place like this one to come to when life gets rough is super important to me.

thank you so much and i hope you’re all having a lovely day! 💖💖💖

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