#with his oldest sibling they’re basically strangers well whatever

[yugiohz]

brotherhood

[thestalkerbunny]

Well, this is it, I finally did it. Behold. My Tiefling Druid Marigold’s 8 OTHER BROTHERS. In game I think she has mentioned she has older brothers-but I don’t think she’s fully mentioned she has 8 brothers all together

Most of the brood is only a year or so apart with the exception of Cedar who isn’t 18 quite yet and Rowan who is still a little LAD. I’m not sure where Marigold lands in the order of the brothers yet.

The entire brood is known as ‘The Hateful 8′ locally as all of them strongly dislike the local Druids under their father’s strong influence (as well as usually if there’s a fight in town, one of the Blackcoat boys started it or they’re going to END it.) They all work for their Father’s Sawmill Business as Lumberjacks and take great pride in their work.

And if you think having a clan this large is impossible for just two people to do-as a person whose mother is actually from a family who had 9 brothers and sisters growing up-it is indeed VERY POSSIBLE. And it makes for very crowded family gatherings.

Read more below for a little bit about each brother

Hickory is the oldest; He and Elm look exactly like their father. He's not that outgoing,  mainly because as a child he was frequently bullied by other kids his age not just for being one of the only tiefling in town-but because he developed a skin condition called 'Sectorial Vitiligo' that made his skin two very constrasting colors and has expanded over the years. Although he doesn't get bullied about it much anymore-he does tend to try and cover it up as he puts it 'is not a Penny Circus to be gawked at.' Hickory basically does his dad proud by being the model woodsman just like his old man and sharing a strong distaste for Druids like him as well.  Hickory wood is used primarily as kindling in curing meats and making Bows.

Elm is Hickory's Twin, younger by a few minutes, although Elm is the one who was the more aggressive and was the one who for most of their childhood chasing away anyone who tried to harass Hickory. Elm doesn't say much of anything. Ever. And is regarded as one of the creepiest of the BlackCoat Brood-just as he is very vocally quiet, he is very good at sneaking up on people and scaring them. He rarely smiles and when he does it's unsettling. Ironically, out of the brood, Elm is the most popular with the local women in town and people unjokingly refer to him as a casanova. Elm Wood is primarily used in the making of Coffins.

Oakley is the Third sibling and rather pessimistic. He's the kind of the guy in the bar who frequently looks for someone to debate with and argue with-even if he doesn't even believe what he's arguing about. However when he's right-Oakley is RIGHT and he will make sure you know it and everyone in TOWN knows that he's right and YOU'RE WRONG. He makes model boats in bottles as a hobby and is well known for having a bit of a temper when his personal time is disrupted. Oak trees are primarily used in construction-mainly in the building of boats and furniture

Maple is the Fourth Sibling-and he is noted to look more like Mother Blackcoat. While Oakley always looks for a fight and is grumpy-Maple is friendly and a social butterfly. Most people find it hard to believe Maple is even related in anyway to the three siblings previously mentioned. He's much more popular with people and is basically the brother who has to go knock on the door when their baseball goes into a stranger's backyard because Maple just has the people skills and the CHARISMA. Maple trees are best known for producing the ever iconic Maple Syrup

Spruce is the most 'intellectual' of the brood and although he is content with the Lumberjack lifestyle, he has committed himself to at least being a very well read one and applying to mail in collages and schools to become a scholar. His tail often drags on the floor because as a child there was an accident where his tail was crushed by a fallen tree and the nerve damage was bad enough for the end of it to be sort of.....floppy. He often keeps it tucked in his belt loop or simply holds it close to himself so nobody steps on it. Spruce is the tree that is frequently used in Pulp to produce paper.

Dogwood-also known as Puppy-is the shivery timid brother, much like a chihuahua. With 4 out of 5 older brothers being rather other bearing and their idea of bonding is just impromptu fighting and wrestling, you can imagine why Puppy is skittish. Puppy is a bit paranoid about injuries and especially since the increase of lumber mill accidents occurring of late-which the paranoia does pay off and make being a medic a useful skill for him. Dogwood is traditionally used in medicine to ward off fevers, treat wounds and even soothe menstrual cramps and repair nerve damage-although there's no strong scientific proof behind it.

Cedar is the often disgruntled teen of the brood. On the cusp of adulthood but trapped in Teendom in a family with 6 older brothers to live up to; Cedar is voted most likely to buy tickets to an MCR concert and unironically like Hot Topic. He's at the unfortunate age where he feels like the whole world is against him and everyone is out to get him and nobody understands him. Cedar often felt like Marigold was the only one who really understood him and she ran away from home with no notice and Cedar feels rather betrayed and abandoned by that act.  Cedar is prominently used in making furniture and is noted for it's pleasant smell.

Rowan the youngest of the massive brood and the baby of the bunch-being the littlest means he often gets away with whatever he wants. But he fortunately doesn't really abuse this power. He does often try to tag along after his brothers in an attempt to be included only to be aggressively sent home as he's not old enough to come to work with them. Rowan was a very sickly baby and there was some concern when he was much smaller that he wouldn't live or be able to walk. He still exhausts rather quickly, but he's been trying to build up his endurance to keep up with the rest of the pack.  Rowan is used to carve walking sticks and tool handles.

[musesofolive]

Ahh I have been posting a lot today, I’m sure you’re all waiting for me to shut up lol. But not right now! Now that I think of the multi-muse house in my head and how my beloved oc’s are just like living in the place like they’re all roommates, I wanna explore that a lil bit.

Isla:

She is pretty much the closest thing to the mom of the house. She may not be the oldest, but she is the most emotionally and mentally mature for sure. Which, she constantly finds amusing considering Rowan is there and is her older sibling, but I digress! She’s the one who’s got the house set up on a system that works, who’s cleaning what room, who’s getting the dishes, who’s washing the laundry. She settles any disputes that come up in the house that may lead to violence, and she’s always the best shoulder to lean on when you’re not feeling the greatest.

She’s the natural leader of the house and everyone tends to trust her, there’s no one she really dislikes or doesn’t get along with. She gets along well with everyone, but mostly with Ciri and Rowan since she’s known them the longest. She tends to treat Nova like she’s her daughter, is always glad to have Sahar’s level headedness, and does appreciate Riley’s laidback ways.

Ciri:

She definitely keeps things the most lively in the house. She’s an agent of chaos, what can she say? Once she flies into the room, any hope of the atmosphere staying quiet is completely ruined. But she does have a habit for putting people in a good mood...most of the time, when she’s not pranking them or they’re not next to her room where they can constantly hear her singing. She can be more serious and stick to rules if she sees Isla getting overwhelmed though, but that’s really the only scenario where she loses her goofiness.

Isla and Nova are the ones she sticks by the most, with Rowan falling closely behind those two. She knows that they’ll enable her chaos whenever she decides to cause it. Riley is next after that because he’s just so easy to get with pranks, and it’s super funny teasing him, especially when he thinks his flirting is getting him literally anywhere. Sahar she doesn’t stick around too much, she gets the sense that the soldier can’t tolerate too much of her shenanigans and so for Isla’s sake, she leaves her be for the most part. But Sahar does tend to stop by to listen to Ciri’s songs when they’re not too bombastic.

Nova:

I love my girl, and it’s because I love her that I tend to deem her the emotionally wounded teen of the house. She’s not an actual teenager and she doesn’t act like one really, but Nova has been the most emotionally and physically scarred out of all them and has not had the time to heal any of it over yet, like the other roommates. So, she sticks to herself a lot. She used to only come down for meals and stay holed up in her room, but Ciri eventually wouldn’t have any of that and dragged her out from time to time. That came to the agreement that Nova will spend time with some of them outside of meals so long as Ciri stops busting her door down and dragging her by the arm. But for the most part she just follows the rules set and keeps her head down.

Ciri is the one she hangs around most, not entirely by choice, but she is the one she’s most familiar with so it’s better than a stranger in her opinion. After that is the Comerde siblings. Isla is very comforting, warm and treats her nicely. And she helps in such subtle ways so that Nova doesn’t have to feel embarrassed for asking for help. So when it comes to who she likes Isla actually sorta takes the cake. As for Rowan, they’re quiet and don’t usually ask too many questions. So, when Ciri and the others get way too overbearing, she rolls up to their room and just vibes with them while they read or do work, it’s a very mutually beneficial thing. Sahar’s not too far behind, she’s a bit too intense sometimes for Nova to vibe with her properly like she does with Rowan, but she’s helpful in getting her anger out, and helps her get better at self defense which makes her feel safer and less like she needs to lash out constantly. And then there’s...Riley. She does not like Riley. A. He’s a human man. B. She knows all the charm and flirting is just a facade, and she hates it. She doesn’t like people being fake with her, because then it reminds her of Dorian and makes her wonder what they’re really hiding. Also he’s way too touchy for her liking. Everything about him just rubs her the wrong way so she tends to stay away from him, and if she can’t, then those two are going to get into a fight.

Rowan:

They are simultaneously one of the chillest and one of the strictest in the house. Which makes no sense, but it’s true. Like, no, go ahead, do whatever you want, as long as you’re not bothering them, they really don’t care. But also, if they catch you not doing your chores or not following the rules, they will harp on you subtley like no tomorrow. They helped design the system set up actually, and they tend to supervise how it goes, suggesting different things to try to Isla when they notice something that can be improved. They sorta tried to take over as leader of the house since they believed they could run it better...yeah that lasted about a week before they handed that title back to Isla with a shake of their head. This group is nothing like their tribe, they just can’t. So, instead they’re like Isla’s left hand, enforcing the rules and keeping the peace from the shadows...but also not, because they are an enabler of chaos at their core. Not an agent, but if someone is looking to fix up some good natured mischief, they will gladly help and sit back and watch it all unfold. But usually they’re either in their room or in the library, working on papers for the trading business to send back to their father.

The Skywings are the two they get along with best, but for different reasons. Ciri creates glorious chaos while still following the rules, and they find that absolutely immaculate as they do whatever they feel like to help her. Nova is quiet and precisely what they need when they get into one of their “I’m surrounded by idiots” moods. Isla comes next, there are worse people, and she is still family. When they’re homesick they spend more time than usual with her, just to be reminded that there is still a piece of home with them. Sahar and Riley come afterwards. Not that they really dislike anyone here, if they don’t like them, then they have a neutral disposition at most. Sahar is just neutral territory because they’re very alike in some aspects, but she also shares some of Torin’s traits. It’s like an amalgamation of them and they find it interesting. And Riley is also someone who causes mischief, which they like, but also, they just...cannot deal with the flirtiness. Like at all, it flusters them way too much. If they are with Riley, it has to be in a group setting because otherwise they’ll just be blushing like no tomorrow at Riley’s endless flirting and charm.

Sahar:

If Isla’s the designated mom, Sahar is oddly enough sort of like the dad. She respects Isla and her desicions greatly, and enforces them more directly than Rowan does. She is Isla’s right hand woman for sure. She makes sure everyone is safe physically since that’s her better strong suit as a guard/soldier, she lets Isla handle the emotional aspects. She’s also the one to break up any fights physically, she’s tall and strong, it’s what she’s good at. She usually spends time in the training room, especially when she’s worked up, but honestly she makes her rounds to just about every room in that house that isn’t someone’s bedroom. She likes knowing the layout.

She prefers Isla’s company more than anyone else’s. The elf is just one of the few she doesn’t have to be all soldier-face with (and Isla is 100% teaching her how to dance. Sahar wasn’t convinced she’d be any good at it, but Isla’s proving her wrong.) and genuinely feels like she can be relaxed around. They respect Rowan’s professionalism and regards for the rules, even if they do let mischief happen. She feels both pity and admiration for Nova, she has clearly gone through things that would probably kill weaker people. And she wants to let her know that her battle is over, there’s no more need to keep fighting and it’s time to heal. But, words aren’t always her strong suit, so she tries to express that with how she spends her time with the young elf. She finds Ciri annoying and troublesome, but in a good way, if that makes sense. She’s like both a pesky hummingbird that keeps flitting around her face, but also reminds her of her brothers so she doesn’t mind it. So, she tolerates the Skywing so long as she doesn’t get herself into too much trouble. She tolerates Riley the least. They’re just two very different people. Sahar is about upholding the law and protecting others and being selfless, Riley is a con man who is selfish and literally only thinks about himself. Plus he’s committed crimes in her very country. Safe to say, opposites do not attract this time around. She’s much more no-nonsense with him than anyone else.

Riley:

I feel so bad but this one just like...gets picked on mercilessly. He is constantly bullied in this household, but not in a way that’s genuinely like upsetting just, teased a lot so that he can learn and get character development. And I promise the others aren’t treating him too badly and Isla always steps in if she feels everyone needs to lay off. That woman is basically Riley’s saving grace because she’s the only one who doesn’t pick on him. Not to say others don’t enjoy his presence on occasion, he didn’t learn his people skills for nothing after all, he’s usually one of the bigger talkers at the table and keeps the atmosphere nice and light. Either with his skills, or by being the comic relief. He’s starting to get fond of libraries all things considered, so he does find himself there often. And if he’s not there, he’s usually in the game room fiddling with some pool or playing cards. If he can rope the others into joining him, he’ll play some poker or just generally a game or two. And the bar, that man loves his alcohol.

Isla and Rowan are at the top of his list. Isla, for being the motherly saint she is and constantly getting the others to stop bullying him, plus she’s the only one who can in all actuality, handle him. She plays along with his games without ever actually losing, and she never gets boring to talk to. Which surprised him, because she’s one of the most sentimental, family-oriented people he knows. He didn’t think he’d ever get along with someone like her, but she’s just that inviting. And then there’s Rowan, again another family-oriented type. But he knows he started liking them because they fluster so easily at his flirting. He does love to get under people’s skin and tease them. Plus, for as family-oriented as they seem to be, they care in a very sensible way. And when he’s at the bar, usually drunk, he wonders if he could have ever been like them had he been with a proper family. He doesn’t really dislike Sahar, so much as he is just...frightened of her. Like, every time she looks at him, he can just tell she’s imagining putting his head on a pike or something. He’s very happy there’s a no fighting truce in that house, otherwise he’d have fled that house so fast to avoid getting either murdered or brought to jail for so many years by her. And Ciri and Nova are tied for the ones he dislikes the most. Ciri’s got an annoying habit of pranking him, and it sucks because nothing he ever does seem to get under her skin, he’s tried everything. But there’s nothing that does the trick, but she gets under his skin so easily and it drives him crazy. He only approves of her mischief from afar, and he hates that she constantly makes up little tunes that mock him. And then there’s Nova, and he was a little surprised. He didn’t think he’d ever end up liking her, sure, but like the animosity she shows him for literally no reason just astounds him. There’s nothing he can do to rectify it either. Everytime he tries it just gets worse, and he hates working with people he can’t control at least a little. That, and I mean, the guy is 40, she’s 25, the difference in mentality just makes them even less likely to enjoy the other’s presence. He’s constantly saying “who do you think you’re talking to, little girl? Hasn’t anyone told you to respect your elders?” To which she always snaps back “I’m an elf, you crusty bag of bones! Just because I look younger than you, doesn’t mean I am! And there’s hardly anything to respect from someone who’s an outlaw in every nation they can hide in!” Like just...keep them away from each other. The insults are funny at first, but it’s not long before someone makes a move to attack or say words that are going to cut too deep.

[cloudyfm]

ok yes i’m here with lilia’s info ur resident demon have fun pals<3

family background - yes this is copy pasted myob<3

ya’ll ever read one of those drug ring ao3 fanfics where y/n is dating the sexy drug cartel leader? well that’s their family!

generational family blood money because that’s how cartels work i think. started running + dealing three generations back with their great-grandparents in order for them to make a living. it wasn’t until the so-called business was handed down to their grandparents that they wanted to expand and generate more money. the big pharma cover was created in order for them to manufacture, distribute, and supply at a larger scale. present day, their family name has notoriety with other cartel and mafia families.

basically avery was supposed to take over because he was the oldest right, but lilia did not want that at all. their parents started favoring avery and schmoozing up to him a little bit to get him to say yes (even though avery was fully prepared to give lilia the position) and lilia was like! what the fuck! so she told their parents about this one time that avery accidentally blabbed the family secret to a stranger at a party which broke their one rule of keeping it a secret. their parents wanted nothing to do with him anymore and completely cut avery off and kicked him out of the family.

everyone knows that avery and lilia are siblings, even though they don’t really know the actual details about their past together because avery doesn’t say anything about his family and the cartel is a secret. now that they are both at yale and in the elites together they are just kinda like haha awkward <3 they basically would just tell everyone that they grew apart if other characters tried to pry but also lilia is now telling people that avery fucked up a business decision which is why he left the family and avery is like alright but good luck trying to get other info out of them! xo, the jeongs

personal background

a legacy and a member of the yale's elite, they're twenty-one and a junior undergrad student majoring in pharmacology. they are as zealous as they are vain.

blackmails: and yes ik we only needed 2 i got pressed and stubborn (drugs tw):

blackmailing vanity fair to keep them from speaking negatively about her and her family by dealing to their reporters. she’s more so doing this to protect herself and her brother than her parents.

is aware of annie and violet’s work arrangements with her family’s drug business. she refuses to involve herself by mentioning that the family they work for is hers and is currently turning a blind eye to the questionable tasks that are asked of them.

purposely sent an ex boyfriend to prison when she was 18 due to her being tired of being in a consistently toxic relationship. she set him up to be found with various bags of illicit drugs (of which were owned by her family) and framed him with possession with intent to distribute and supply to garner a felony charge as an adult.

ok moving to present day stuff<3

ever since avery left the family, her parents have basically put immense pressure on her to fill his spot - the spot she wanted, and since her loyalty is with them and herself, she accepted it and did whatever had to be done. she was 16 when it became her job to take over, so whatever parts of her childhood she had left kind of just left when they began to prime her.

at 18, her mom finally revealed to her that avery had the intentions to give her control of the family when she came of age - something that she didn’t know until 2 years after she fucked up ! her guilt eats her alive to this day, but rather than mending her relationship with him personally, she sends him money anonymously through shorting her parents. 

she actually loves being in the elites ... it gives her such a sense of importance whether or not she is considered a legacy. was kind of excited to join actually and frankly that bit her in the ass with the blackmailer out here but its fine.

her college years have frankly been quiet like .. she’s studious to the point she needs to be but she really is not a partier, doesn’t do drugs because she’s seen first hand the shit that her parents are involved in, and barely drinks. when she does she literally doesn’t know how to handle it and fears losing control. literally if you wanna manipulate her this is how u do it lmao.

this is mentioned in the personality section but yes she is in the classics book club at yale ... she loves her classics</3

she’s actually easy to get along with ok just don’t cross her i promise my god im going to lose it

i don’t know im blanking so bad and this is alrdy almost 1500 words i cant do this anymore. UGHGHH more of her personal stuff is in the personality section im heaving

personality

ridiculously cut throat and has no issues stepping on people to get to where she needs to be. like if it came down to saving herself or saving someone else who she doesn’t have a close connection to? she will always pick herself. 

makes a game out of other people one - upping her<3 if she knows she can win, and sometimes even when she can’t, she will purposely cause a problem just to see them fall and grow her own ego.

also will start problems casually and then just sit back and watch them unfold while drinking wine out a mug.

literally ... and i mean literally obsessed with being perceived as beautiful and pretty. she’s so mf vain that it’s actually a problem, and i can promise you if you call her ugly miss girl will cry. this mostly has to do with her self esteem issues and the pressure put onto her by her parents after avery left. yes she did this to herself dni.

loyal only to those who she cares about otherwise they can frankly rot<3 and there are times where she will break that loyalty if it benefits her.

ik this may not be believable but she actually is extremely insecure and anxious deep down lmao like she has such an obsession with proving that she’s the best to her peers and her family that it flat out consumes her consistently. this is what causes her to act out most of the time and if someone was to become close to her it would be plainly evident. yes - she can be soft.

has an overt persona of positivity and carries herself as someone who doesn’t have negative intentions and sometimes makes it hard to believe that she’s actually capable of doing the things that people accuse her of.

yes she is calculating and manipulative and miss girly will look for faults only to make them worse.

she literally wasn’t always like this but when her and avery’s relationship started to fracture, she kind of let her own selfishness consume her.

she plays stupid a lot KLNDFKNDLKFSD  will pretend to be interested in random men in her classes so they will baby her and do shit for her that she could have easily done herself. it’s not that she’s lazy but she’s only studying pharma because of her family. she has an obsession with classical lit and would have rather majored in that if given the chance. 

has a fear of emotional intimacy </3 went through a really toxic relationship from the ages of 16-18 that was basically more done to bring her family and another together for a business deal and it just ... did not end well for her and basically she was treated like shit. literally the only way she could get out of it was to frame him and then bribe people to make sure the felony charge wasn’t dropped. her family doesn’t know she did this so<33333 

statistics

full name: lilia iris jung.

nicknames: lili or lia.

age: 21.

date of birth: august 02, 1999.

siblings: avery ( older brother ).

birthplace: new york city, new york, united states.

current location: new haven, connecticut, united states.

astrological sign: leo sun / capricorn moon / virgo rising.

gender: cis female.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

height: 5′1″.

sexuality: bisexual.

religion: atheist.

piercings: double lobe on her right ear, triple lobe on her left ear, tragus on her right ear, and a helix on both her left and right and ears.

tattoos: this on her inner, right bicep, and this behind her left ear.

haircolor: brunette.

literally for wanted connections i want 2 things: (1) someone to rock her shit bc that is deserved, and (2) idk she’s wearing a mask like 80% of the time so someone who she is close enough to actual b real with :\ if this doesn’t make sense myob im taking a nap

[olivcrfm]

hello! this is my stupid naive child with a heart of gold oliver !  i’m very excited to about him, so pls give me all of your affection & plots 🥺  i wrote like a whole novel under the cut because i had this man for like a year now, so please bare with me

chicago’s very own oliver park-davies has been spotted on madison avenue driving a maroon jeep wrangler , welcome ! your resemblance to charles melton is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re withdrawn, but being empathetic might help you . i think being a cancer explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be lazy mornings in bed, getting the job done at the last minute, & a soft voice  . ( i stole the test answers for my college finals to impress my parents ) & ( cis male & he/him) + ( hailey , 19 , she/her, cst)

— “ basics ! ’ 〉

full name. oliver park-davies.

nicknames. oli, ollie, park, davies obviously lmao.

age. twenty-four.

date of birth. june 26.

occupation. singer/songwriter.

sexual orientation. bisexual.

birthplace. new york.

zodiac. cancer.

spoken languages. fluent in too many languages thank you.

— “ backstory! ’ 〉

oliver park-davies was born in chicago to two extremely loving parents, and his seven other siblings of which he was the oldest, they were this gigantic loving family, and everybody wanted to be like them

okay well when i say loving i mean that’s how they appeared on the outside, his family was very broken, his parents constantly on the edge of divorce, him and his siblings didn’t get along at all, and in the park-davies house there was always something to argue about

the park-davies were billionaires, this was due to their extremely successful business endeavors, and knew when and where to invest their money they had enough money to buy whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, they never looked at the price tag, to quote ariana grande, “they want it, they got it.” their business headquarters is in texas! and oliver’s parents constantly just left him n his siblings in chicago while they went to texas

but he spent his summers their and it’s basically home away from home

his parents often tried to basically bribe their kids to love them because they were honestly the worst, they often emotionally abused their children, and neglected them, and the only time that their parents did want anything to do with them is when they needed to make a public appearance

was very much the rich kid that raised by nannies and butlers rather than his actual parents, and in a weird way he sorta became this surrogate parent for his siblings, he was the one they looked up to and came to for advice that sorta thing

oliver,,,just needed something anything to take his mind of it, so immediately he threw himself into studying and books, and to quote matilda, “the books gave him a comforting message...you are not alone.”

his parents ended up figuring out that their son was smart, like hella smart, by 10 he’d mastered latin, and by 11 he was already reading at college level

bUT despite being able to graduate college by 12 at the rate he was going he wanted as normal of a childhood as possible, and so he continued with his regular grade level, and tried his best to be ‘normal’

honestly his love of books got to the point that his room essentially turned into a small library of it’s own, it got to the point where his parents reluctantly gave him his own room to house all of his books

books weren’t the only thing that oliver found his passion for, when he enrolled in his school’s choir, he realized his love for singing

he wanted to share his music with people without having the recognition, so he uploaded a lot of his music to soundcloud under an alias ( vc: conan gray / cavetown i can’t decide yet lmao rip )

he gained a massive following, that not even he expected, which would seem like a great thing if he wasn’t expected by his parents to take on the family business

one day his parents sat him down and he saw it a good a time as ever to tell his parents about the success he hoped to gain from singing, his parents cut him off immediately and told him that his father was suffering from cancer

due to his revelation his parents ostracized him more than they did before, and slowly but surely he began to be iced out, no longer showing up in appearances, and just avoiding any press altogether

as his father got increasingly more sick, oliver began to realize the mistake that he made, and on his death bed oliver promised his father that he would do as both of his parents wished and take over the family business

oliver had the scores to get to any school that he wanted and decided on business school at columbia, where his father was an alumni, the agreement that he had with his mother was that once he graduated he’d begin shadowing his mother to learn to run the company

the school and the city itself was immediately overwhelming to my boy who came from not so humble beginnings in his small town, and he was unsure of where he belonged in this huge school

until!!!!! he found friends!!!! and they made him feel accepted!!! and it was great!!!!

once his friends heard his voice and of his dreams they encouraged him to join the university’s men’s choir, and was prompted by the director to join the university’s theatre department, where he appeared in a overwhelming majority of the school’s plays and musicals

he was discovered one night at this open mic thing he went to and it was great! he was signed to a record deal with a label! and my bby’s dreams were finally coming true!!!

lmao but the one condition that he did have for his label was that he had to graduate school first, and it was accepted

he graduated early! because of course he did only because he stole the test answers because his grades were sorta declining and finals were coming up sooo

his mom was expecting him to come back to texas and maintain the family business, but he pulled a whole uno reverse card, and ended up disappearing from whatever world it is that him mom lived in

he became pretty successful in the music industry, coming from this cool indie artist that only about a few hundred people knew about to this seemingly overnight sensation

my bb is still v e r y unused to the attention, mostly because his parents never gave it to him and he was like, adoration???? attention??? care??? what’s that

has recently started a band! consisting of people he met a columbia, so him, a guy friend, and olivia dkfsjdkj guy friend remains unnamed because it’s a wc

— “ personality / headcanons ! ’ 〉

is a huge dork that just loves to make people smile and when he sees people genuinely happy his heart melts a little bit inside

is very much the shoulder to cry on for people, and even if he doesn’t know you he’ll sit and listen to your whole life story and just try to cheer you up because that’s just in his nature?

has started his acting career! first it was just cute small little cameos in movies and tv shows, but now it’s turned into him getting his own show!!! he couldn’t be more excited tbh

remember how i said that he’d sit and listen to a stranger cry? if he shows even the slightest bit of emotion that isn’t happiness he starts malfunctioning and just trying to make the people around him happy

he’s honestly probably said, “alright i have to go back to being funny again.” to himself so many times before??? he’s so broken on the inside but has just put up so many barriers

despite the many walls he has to protect himself from other people, he’s just the nicest purest soul, he treats everyone like his family, and just has the insatiable need to be liked dkkfkdkd, pls be fragile with my boy thanks

ollie is left-handed

loves singing show tunes and has gone to too many shows on broadway????

has a special room for playbills because he likes getting them signed and they’re very important to him

hates talking about his family and will probably cry if you make him bring them up lmao

he’s such a himbo ... just kind , beefy , and stupid

he often just dumbs himself down, not because he thinks he’s better than other or something weird like that, buuuut he feels like people will judge him and make fun of him like others did when he was younger

— “ wanted plots ! ’ 〉

some potential wc i’m terrible at thinking of these so please don’t feel limited by this list!

best friends!!!!

roommates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! think this, this, this, this

guys he can hang out with sdksdflfkj idk a close knit group i’m thinking of ross, chandler, and joey or smth he’d be joey obvi

romantic plots can fuck me up any day of the week

i’m a slut for a good exes plot

unrequited crush, it can be that he has feelings for someone way out of his league, or someone has a crush on him and he’s just oblivious 

someone who broke his heart n inspired his music

band members!!!! would’ve had to attended columbia 

someone who he’s a good influence on

bad influence, he’s too good corrupt him do it cowards

former / current hookups 

ex friends 

straight up enemies

smth like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen

[homeforchristmas-au]

Character bios/descriptions

Here’s some descriptions of the sides in this au cos i wanna talk about them like all day lol

Patton Sanders (formerly Shepard):

Age: 29

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’6”

Straight chestnut brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, hint of a tan but nothing too extreme, rectangular glasses with black frames, usually wears clothes that are comfortable (especially oversized jumpers), loves wearing beanies (often steals Logan’s, who hesitantly allows it) (mostly cos he’s really freaking cute in them)

Really good with kids (ofc) and is such a people person, but can get shy around older people (specifically men old enough to be his dad)

Very good at reading emotions and knowing what people need, whether it’s a hug or alone time

Has asthma, but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be

Is an only child to a mother and father, but ended up running away cos his dad became really overly aggressive

His uncle on his mothers side is Emile, who is married to Thomas, and they both took Patton in once it became clear that emiles sister and her husband were unfit parents (although Patton’s mom was much better with Patton and actually helped him run away) which was when he had his last name changed to Sanders

He met Logan when he ran away and they both went to emile and Thomas’s house together (I actually wrote the story of how they met for 25 Days of Ficmas on my main blog uwu)

They started out as friends for a long time until Patton found himself falling for Logan, who revealed that he had been crushing on Patton for quite some time

Their relationship started out rocky as neither of them knew exactly how to date (theyd dated other people before, they were just remarkably bad at it) but they made it through in the end

Logan Sanders (formerly Adams):

Age: 28

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’11”

Curly, light brown hair, amber eyes, moderately fair skinned, a lot of freckles on his face and arms, round glasses with silver frames, dresses much differently depending on if he’s home or in public - at home he’ll wear T-shirts and casual lounge pants and beanies and stuff, but in public typically sticks with a polo shirt and jeans, sometimes with a necktie depending on the setting

Has a tendency to put up a cold exterior around strangers or when in a public setting, but around loved ones he’s much more relaxed and casual, but still usually struggles to express his feelings.

He’s an amazing father, although sometimes he doubts this despite how much his kids absolutely adore him (he also has a tendency to doubt his own intelligence, even though he’s incredibly smart)

Is autistic, on the high functioning end of the spectrum, and has worked with professionals for basically his whole life to work on reading social cues and such, which he’s much better at now

Has three younger sisters - from oldest to youngest, Ellen, Renae, and Ashley. Logan being the oldest sibling, he’s always felt quite protective of his sisters. Can and will physically fight the whole planet for them

Their father died when Logan was 16. He was completely distraught over this and ran away from home. It was the most reckless, impulsive thing he’d ever done, but he doesn’t regret it for a single second, because that was how he met the love of his life

He did end up going back home to his family, because he knew they needed him

Virgil Sanders:

Age: 4 (birthday December 19)

Pronouns: he/him

Height: idk however tall four year olds are

Floppy black hair, gunmetal blue eyes, about as pale as a vampire, always wearing something purple (most notably the light purple polo shirt Logan couldn’t resist getting him, as well as his dark purple jumper that’s a size too big)

He’s fairly shy, though Patton and Logan tend to avoid calling him as such (they typically say introverted), but once he warms up to new people he’s a delight (it took him quite some time to fully trust Janus, but even from day one it was clear they connected on some level). He adores insects and arachnids, and much to Patton’s dismay, his favourite is spiders. He wants to be an entomologist when he grows up, but he can never remember the word for it, so he says “bug scientist”

Is suspected to be autistic but has yet to be tested for it

He was adopted by Patton and Logan when he was an infant. His mother was sixteen years old and had to give the baby up, due to her parents insistence, plus she knew she was unfit anyway, and it didn’t help that the father completely abandoned her. Patton and Logan matched with her in the adoption process when she was three months pregnant and it was quite the journey from start to finish

Roman & Remus Sanders:

Age: 8 (birthday June 14)

Pronouns: both he/him

Height: uh average

Both fairly tanned having spent over half their childhood in the sunlight, Roman has short dark mahogany brown hair and forest green eyes, Remus has longer, curly dark mahogany brown hair with jade green eyes, they both have dark freckles, Roman’s mostly on his cheeks while Remus’s are basically all over his body, and Remus has a gap in his extremely crooked teeth as well as green braces. Roman has all manner of Disney apparel, but he especially loves wearing his white Mickey Mouse shirt with the long red sleeves, and he’s also unafraid to wear traditionally “feminine” clothes like dresses and skirts. Remus... prefers not wearing clothes at all honestly but Logan and Patton insist on it, so he tries to wear as few clothes as possible, usually his neon green tank top and dark brown cargo shorts

They’re very different from each other but they do have similarities and can work well together. They pretty much never admit it but they do love each other despite their differences and near constant bickering.

They’re both dramatic, but in somewhat different ways. Roman is dramatic in that way that’s like “I’m literally tinkerbell because you have to give me attention or I’ll die”, while Remus is more like “this little tiny thing inconvenienced me so I’m gonna overreact and formulate murder plans against whoever/whatever dare make my life unbearably difficult”. They’re also both very creative, but of course they have different views on creativity (I doubt I need to get into specifics). They also both love Disney, but roman is more into classic Disney while Remus prefers Pixar

They both seem to exhibit traits of ADHD but haven’t been tested for it yet

They were around three years old when their mom and dad both died in a car accident. It was two years after that that Patton and Logan decided to adopt them both, despite only planning on adopting one child. Virgil was a year old at this time, and they wanted an older kid, and they ended up with two. And really that was fine by them, they just knew that this was it; no more kids, at least for a little while

Janus REDACTED

Age: 15 (birthday February 3)

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Height: 5’7”

Medium length light golden brown hair, two different coloured eyes (right - cognac, left - chartreuse), fair skinned with a red birthmark taking up most of the left side of his face, missing right leg where he had to get an above-the-knee amputation, which causes him to need forearm crutches, he usually wears clothes that cover as much of his body as possible, and he oftentimes - if not constantly - wears foundation and concealer to hide his birthmark, although Patton and Logan insist it’s not necessary

He tends to avoid people when possible, since he’s developed quite the trust issues over the years. Going from foster home to foster home has made it difficult to allow himself to get close with anyone. In spite of this, he always seems to find himself bonding with the kids in his foster families. Especially the Sanders family when they first took him in (their original plan was to simply foster him... that plan fell through as they very quickly decided they wanted him to be part of their family)

Overall they’re a sarcastic cynic with a knack for storytelling, and while they seem cold and reserved on the outside, completely uncaring about the world around them, really deep down they just want to feel loved by someone, they want to feel accepted and like they’re really part of a family, like they’re actually wanted

They developed a bit of trauma from their birth family situation but a lot of it has been worked out, although they still have issues to work through even after all this time

They were ten when their dad got blackout drunk, forced them and their mom into the car, and started driving. Janus still has no idea where he was trying to go, but they never made it. They got into a monumental car accident, and Janus was lucky they made it out alive, although it costed them their leg. Their mother died unfortunately and their father was on life support last they heard. They never found out if he woke up or if he was taken off of it, so they have no idea if their dad is dead or alive. They tell themself they don’t care, they don’t wanna know either way, but they do. They feel like they shouldn’t, since their dad hurt them and got their mom killed, but they did have fond memories of their dad, which made the entire situation that much worse

So yeah on the happiest of notes there’s the main fam-ILY!!! :,)

I might continue this post with descriptions of the entire extended family, who knows!!!! :D (let me know if I missed anything in the tags btw, although I reached the limit so oof if I did)

[philosophiums]

info-dumping about my original universes and characters post 1/2 (Hound Isle edition)

i’ll be nice and put this all under a read more kfjbvkjdfbvjkbfv

the world:

located in a fictional city in Maryland (city name is Barsboro but it’s locally known as Hound Isle [it’s a peninsula] though no one’s sure anymore where the nickname comes from)

some people have powers (it’s genetic but it’s recessive) and since those people are typically ridiculed and pushed to be outcasts they usually turn to lives of crime

the Hound Isle Mafia is the main group the story follows

they’re a large org. that more or less owns Barsboro, and they’re infamous along the east coast, so they get a lot of attention from the feds but also get a lot of powered people flocking to them to join their ranks

the characters:

Andrew (protagonist) - son of the mafia’s main hitman, he has an ability (emotion manipulation) but he’s intentionally never been taught how to use it (because he would be far too powerful if he had perfect control and his parents were afraid of that power). he’s grown up beaten for having the simple audacity of breathing, and that’s made him extremely closed off and violent towards strangers. he’s very quiet but incredibly intelligent with a near-perfect recall and an analytic mind. as much as his baseline instinct is to stab first and ask questions later, he’s fiercely protective of who he considers family and he will absolutely make himself a rock they can cling to no matter what. he has very strong personal boundaries but absolutely no sense of self worth, so he will kill you if you touch him but he’ll also die for his family without question. wants nothing more than to make out with Kasen and kill his father, not necessarily in that order. will at some point lose control of his ability and it Will Be Devastating

Kasen (deuteragonist) - kicked onto the street when he was still a pre-teen after his abilities (teleportation and shadow stealing) manifested, resulting in him killing some people. he was recruited into the mafia about a year later, where he met Andrew and immediately saw and recognized his bruises and decided to be friends. he quickly started making a name for himself within the mafia and outside of it, earning harsh nicknames like “demon” and “rabid dog.” the self he projects to the world is callus and cruel, a toothy smile bathed in blood. but to Andrew he’s always been a support pillar. for Andrew, he learned how to stitch and dress wounds correctly. for Andrew, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing, even if it’s a job. he’s an absolute bastard, and he has no care for any life that isn’t Andrew’s or his own. he’s a fierce killer and he’s proud of it, but he’s willing to tear down the the entire structure of the mafia if it means helping Andrew

Kara (secondary) - started her life as a runner for a tiny street gang in a town north of Barsboro, but after she was nearly killed, her gang members told her to go do something better with her life. at the time she was 16, and instead of, maybe, going to school, she decided to try to join the mafia. she doesn’t have an ability, and she’s not always the most tactful, but she’ll go toe to toe with someone as frightening as Kasen, and the Boss liked her gall so she was brought in. she’s under Andrew’s protection for reasons she’s unaware of (her old gang begged him to keep her safe, and Andrew promised them he would), and at this point she’s basically his annoying little sister. she has ADHD and severe anxiety, and while she’s learning to manage on her own, Andrew is a huge help in letting her get a grasp on her mental health. she’s addicted to caffeine and is a huge conspiracy theorist and cryptid lover

John (supporting) - ex-army doctor who was recruited to the mafia by his best friend (lover) who died like... two weeks after John got the job. he’s mostly the medic, but he’s also the Mafia Dad™ to a lot of the younger members. he’s one of the few people that Andrew considers family. no ability. he’s got a bad case of PTSD from his army days and he isn’t exactly dealing with that in a healthy way, but he’s a super big hypocrite about self care when it comes to the kids. the biggest martyr you’ll ever meet, to the point where you might start wondering if he’s really just trying to be killed but is too afraid die in a way that isn’t meaningful. trying his best but is falling apart. the only good adult™ but the bar is super low

Zoe (supporting) - recruited by the mafia at a young age because of her ability (can see 5 seconds into her own future at any time), but turned them away initially to continue helping her family (she’s the oldest of five siblings with both parents working their asses off to support them financially). when she graduated high school, she left home and joined the mafia, though she still visits her family on holidays. total mom friend. takes absolutely no shit and has kicked Kasen’s ass multiple times. very well-respected within the mafia and doesn’t really like Andrew or Kasen, though she does respect them

Poppy (supporting) - was a super normal person without an ability, but after her life was saved by Zoe and a couple other members, she ended up joining the mafia. has a brother outside of the mafia whom she hangs out with a lot when she’s not working. became mute as a result of what she needed saving from (spoilers lmao). has an ability but doesn’t realize it (technically never confirmed in canon either just something that I Know). acts as the devils advocate for major plans within the mafia, because she’s smart and level-headed and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. she LOVES Andrew, because he insisted on learning ASL alongside her so that she would have someone to talk to right away, and he continues to be someone she can vent to and go to when she needs support. her favorite hobby is styling hair, and she’s always working braids into Kara’s curls or touching up Andrew’s pastel dye jobs

[simplyolivers]

yeethaw and howdy once again partners, it’s me your least favorite texan sierra. i’ve had this character in mind from like the day that i picked up isa & seren, and now i can finally pick up my pure son. now let me introduce you to oliver park-davies.

ROSS BUTLER - OLIVER PARK-DAVIES identifies as CIS-MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a SINGER/ACTOR, and they’re only TWENTY-FOUR! they’re said to be EMPATHETIC, but also PROTECTIVE. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE PHILANTHROPIST in the tabloids. 

biography:

the bibliomaniac + the academic  — aka his early years [ 0 to 12. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

oliver park-davies was born to two extremely loving parents, and his seven other siblings of which he was the oldest, they were this gigantic loving family, and everybody wanted to be like them

okay well when i say loving i mean that’s how they appeared on the outside, his family was very broken, his parents constantly on the edge of divorce, him and his siblings didn’t get along at all, and in the park-davies house there was always something to argue about

the park-davies were billionaires, this was due to their extremely successful business endeavors, and knew when and where to invest their money they had enough money to buy whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, they never looked at the price tag, to quote sahar, “they want it, they got it.”

his parents often tried to basically bribe their kids to love them because they were honestly the worst, they often emotionally abused their children, and neglected them, and the only time that their parents did want anything to do with them is when they needed to make a public appearance

was very much the rich kid that raised by nannies and butlers rather than his actual parents, and in a weird way he sorta became this surrogate parent for his siblings, he was the one they looked up to and came to for advice that sorta thing

oliver,,,just needed something anything to take his mind of it, so immediately he threw himself into studying and books, and to quote matilda, “the books gave him a comforting message...you are not alone.”

his parents ended up figuring out that their son was smart, like hella smart, by 10 he’d mastered latin, and by 11 he was already reading at college level

bUT despite being able to graduate college by 12 at the rate he was going he wanted as normal of a childhood as possible, and so he continued with his regular grade level, and tried his best to be ‘normal’ fun fact: he often dumbs himself down bc he doesn’t like people treating him differently 

honestly his love of books got to the point that his room essentially turned into a small library of it’s own, it got to the point where his parents reluctantly gave him his own room to house all of his books

the paracosmist + the black sheep  — aka his teen years [ 13 to 18. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

books weren’t the only thing that oliver found his passion for, when he enrolled in his school’s choir, he realized his love for singing

he wanted to share his music with people without having the recognition, so he uploaded a lot of his music to soundcloud under an alias ( vc: conan gray / cavetown )

he gained a massive following, that not even he expected, which would seem like a great thing if he wasn’t expected by his parents to take on the family business 

one day his parents sat him down and he saw it a good a time as ever to tell his parents about the success he hoped to gain from singing, his parents cut him off immediately and told him that his father was suffering from cancer

due to his revelation his parents ostracized him more than they did before, and slowly but surely he began to be iced out, no longer showing up in appearances, and just avoiding any press altogether 

as his father got increasingly more sick, oliver began to realize the mistake that he made, and on his death bed oliver promised his father that he would do as both of his parents wished and take over the family business

oliver had the scores to get to any school that he wanted and decided on business school at nyu, where his father was an alumni, the agreement that he had with his mother was that once he graduated he’d begin shadowing his mother to learn to run the company

the school and the city itself was immediately overwhelming to my smol bean who came from not so humble beginnings in his small town, and he was unsure of where he belonged in this huge school

until!!!!! he found friends!!!! and they made him feel accepted!!! and it was great!!!!

once his friends heard his voice and of his dreams they encouraged him to join the university’s men’s choir, and was prompted by the director to join the university’s theatre department, where he appeared in a majority of the school’s plays and musicals

he was discovered one night at this open mic thing he went to and it was great! he was signed to a record deal with eden’s label! and my bby’s dreams were finally coming true!!! 

lmao but the one condition that he did have for eden was that he had to graduate school first, and it was accepted

the philanthropist + the goofball + the broken bird  — aka his current years [ 19 to current. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. ]

he graduated early! because of course he did

his mom was expecting him to come back to texas and maintain the family business, but he pulled a whole uno reverse card, and ended up disappearing from whatever world it is that him mom lived in

he became pretty successful in the music industry, coming from this cool indie artist that only about a few hundred people knew about to this seemingly overnight sensation

my bb is still v e r y unused to the attention, mostly because his parents never gave it to him and he was like, adoration???? attention??? care??? what’s that

is a huge dork that just loves to make people smile and when he sees people genuinely happy his heart melts a little bit inside

is very much the shoulder to cry on for people, and even if he doesn’t know you he’ll sit and listen to your whole life story and just try to cheer you up because that’s just in his nature?

has started his acting career! first it was just cute small little cameos in movies and tv shows, but now it’s turned into him getting his own show!!! he couldn’t be more excited tbh

remember how i said that he’d sit and listen to a stranger cry? if he shows even the slightest bit of emotion that isn’t happiness he starts malfunctioning and just trying to make the people around him happy

he’s honestly probably said, “alright i have to go back to being funny again.” to himself so many times before??? he’s so broken on the inside but has just put up so many barriers 

despite the many walls he has to protect himself from other people, he’s just the nicest purest soul, he treats everyone like his family, and just has the insatiable need to be liked dkkfkdkd, pls be fragile with my boy thanks

[weasleyi-blog1]

Merlin’s beard, what is ( CHARLES ‘CHARLIE’ WEASLEY ) doing out at this hour? For a ( HALFBLOOD ) who is ( 24 ) years old, ( HE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE ORDER ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that ( HE ) is ( CIS MALE ) and a ( GRYFFINDOR ) alumni though. They’re very ( PERCEPTIVE ) and ( ADVENTUROUS ) but also quite ( FICKLE ) and ( PRIDEFUL ), which could be why they remind of ( A DEVILISH GRIN, RUNNING HEADFIRST INTO DANGER, BURNS THAT NEVER QUITE HEAL AND AN UNWAVERING LOVE FOR WHAT WAS MEANT TO KILL YOU. ). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( MICHAEL B JORDAN / adopted ), but I’ve never heard of them.

BACK TO BASICS.

name: charles elliot weasley. occupation: dragonologist. nicknames: charlie.

+ practical, perceptive, adventurous, experimental. - fickle, prideful, impulsive, indecisive.

age: 24. date of birth: december 12, 1972. zodiac: Sagittarius. hometown: devon, england. current location: lives in a small apartment in london but travels to romania and sweden as well as other dragon sanctuary and bases frequently. gender: cis male. pronouns: he/him. orientation: very bisexual. spoken languages: english, romanian, bulgarian, french, german. moral alignment: neutral good. element: fire. house: gryffindor.

CHARACTER INSPO.

Hagrid ( imagine seeing a dragon and instinctively just wanting to take care of it, seeing the best in people, so warm, so soft ), Finnick Odair ( effortlessly charming, more than what meets the eye, so loyal, playing at a multitude of endgames all at once ),  Scott Lang ( cheeky jokes when you least expect them, man of honor, would definitively hack a corporation and give back to the wronged workers if the opportunity presented itself ), Steve Rogers ( strong instinct to protect, strong morals, brave, empathetic ), Newt Scamander ( never truly met a monster he couldn’t love, also he is 100% Charlie’s idol, a little bit awkward, would lay down his life to protect magical beings, can’t follow orders for shit  ).

BACKGROUND / CHILDHOOD.

Charlie was born to Olivia Selwyn ( nee Novak ) and Benjamin Selwyn on the 12th of December, 1972. Olivia was a muggle born and thus, despite his good name, Benjamin Selwyn was labelled as being sympathetic to the muggle cause. Things would only get worse, as both Benjamin and Olivia were quite vocal about their views, and their support for muggles and muggleborns alike. Benjamin was labelled a blood traitor, and cast out of the community he had grown up in. It was a common tale, at the time ---- Benjamin was certainly not alone in his fate, nor would he be the first or last to die for what he believed in.

Olivia worked as a librarian, and was a Ravenclaw down to the bone. Benjamin worked at the ministry, in the department next door to Arthur Weasley’s office. He was a Gryffindor.

So, Olivia and Benjamin had a son. He was a beautiful baby boy, angelic yet always energetic. They named him Charles, and wished for him to have courage, and be kind. For three months, they would get to cherish him, but reality would soon catch up to them. It came in the form of four death eaters, who entered the Selwyn home and murdered both Olivia and Benjamin in cold blood. The Selwyn son, however, they spared. Though halfblood, he was not yet completely ruined.

The Selwyns were close friends with the Weasleys, and upon their death, they decided to take in Charlie, and raise him as their own. Charlie was practically already part of the family - Benjamin Selwyn and Arthur Weasley had grown up together, been close friends for years. Arthur was already his godfather ---- so taking him in made sense.

So Charlie Selwyn became Charlie Weasley, and part of the family. He grew up at The Burrow, became just as much of a son as the rest of them. He wore the same knitted sweaters, smiled in family photos, followed his father to work ( with the same big, awe-struck eyes ) and played in their garden. Charlie was as much a Weasley as anyone else, and would not let anyone forget it.

He never knew his birth parents, and has no memories of them. 

The type of kid to constantly bring home animals and strays. Some were dangerous, other weren’t. Has probably taken home a fire crab on at least one occasion. His mom was probably not too happy about that one.

Loves all of his siblings !!!! So much !!!!! 

Sort of a gullible kid that never met a stranger. His mom had to keep a close eye on him because he would 10/10 wander off, always trusting that everything would be fine. Why wouldn’t it be?

Second oldest Weasley !!!!! Takes his older brother role semi-seriously. He’s the kind of brother that will 1000% take you into the Forbidden Forest if you ask and break curfew with you and sneak around with you but at the same time, always keep you safe, and set you straight if you’re being enough of a dumbass to warrant it.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

Hogwarts was generally a very good time for Charlie. He was immediately sorted into Gryffindor, which was... a relief, tbh. Bill was in Gryffindor, and the knowledge that he’d be in the same house as his brother was comforting. The Weasley boys would stick together. Through thick and thin.

As the second oldest, one might expect that Charlie felt a need to prove himself, show that he was just as good as his brother. Charlie felt little of that pressure. Instead, he was easy going and carefree, and mostly lived by the motto that what was going to happen, might as well happen. No point in worrying about it.

He was also not particularly worried about setting a good example for his brothers. Which could potentially have been disastrous, if it wasn’t for the fact that Charlie naturally gravitated towards doing good. He was an overachiever, enjoyed pleasing his mother and the teachers at the school. Charlie was the type of kid that usually did his homework on time, but even when he didn’t - he had built up enough of a trust with his professors, that they were more often than not lenient on him.

Still, Charlie shares some of that streak of mischief that some of his younger brothers have ( not naming any names here but we all know who they are .... ). He has been known to be impossible to keep away from the Forbidden Forest, in particular. Already in his first year, Charlie would sneak off, wander deep into the woods, and eventually get lost. That year, Charlie made friends with the centaurs. He also made friends ( with varying degrees of success ) with a vast abundance of magical creatures and animals in the forest, and his interest for wildlife grew.

Admittedly, he didn’t always know that it was dragons that would be his main interest. For a while, any magical creature would have done just as well, and Charlie was interested in following in Newt Scamander’s foot steps ( lbr Charlie is his biggest fan ), and do research, learn, and discover. He had always loved dragons, considered them gentle giants, but it was the rumors of the Gringotts dragon ( which he would also manage to have confirmed, eventually ) that swayed him into a path of working with only them, rather than magical beasts in general. Charlie is of the opinion that dragons should be treated humanely and with respect.

During his fifth year at the school, Charlie was made prefect, and it was a position that he excelled at, as well. He was the type of prefect to put kindness first, always spoke to the first years in a soft voice, made sure to explain everything carefully, rather than just order them around. 

By his sixth year, Charlie was made Quidditch Captain, too. 

By his seventh year, Charlie knew the Forbidden Forest like the back of his hand. He was also quite well acquainted with the Great Lake, and was in the habit of making up new spells to fix whatever problems he had at the time, however dangerous that could be.

His favorite class at the school should be easy enough to guess, and Charlie spent the most time preparing for his Care for Magical Creatures classes. During those hours, Charlie lit up, came alive.

AFTER HOGWARTS.

So Charlie graduated with top marks, and went on to study dragonology in Romania. Once the war started, he returned to England briefly, and joined the Order. Charlie has always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and was highly motivated to fight for his family. He is all too aware what danger they are in, what people think of them. Charlie would rather die than see something happen to his parents, the people who have done everything for him, taken him in. He also has very strong protective instincts of his brothers and sister. Joining the war was a no brainer, for Charlie.

But the best thing he could do for The Order, was to use his ties and connections that he had garnered during his years abroad. So he moved back and forth from England, traveled to different countries in Europe, gathered supporters of their cause, all the while also keeping a careful eye on the magical creatures population, being very aware of the kind of danger they were in, too. Charlie has come to understand that magical creatures often become casualties of the wars of wizards. He doesn’t like that, and he wants to protect them.

Charlie has an impressive amount of burn scars, which he has chosen to not have removed. Both because he genuinely thinks they look kinda cool and he’s proud of them, but also because they remind him the sort of respect he needs to have for the creatures in his care. Charlie is not an idiot ( in this instance ) and knows that a dragon would hardly hesitate to kill him on the spot, if given the right circumstances and opportunity.

Charlie currently lives in a small apartment in London, but he rarely stays there. He is always on the move ---- traveling to other countries, to wildlife reserves, to the ministry. 

He has admittedly become a little bit of a workaholic, but only because he loves his job so much? He feels the most alive when he’s out in the field, when he’s outside, when he’s surrounded by only nature and wildlife. 

PERSONALITY.

Charlie is so so warm, caring and kind. But he is also a little bit unreliable, and has been known to not always show up when he’s needed. He’s easily distracted, and if he gets drawn into work or Order business, he can disappear for weeks on end without any word from him.

Usually very optimistic and happy go lucky. Charlie was born in the middle of a war, and certainly has had his fair share of reasons to worry. Despite this, Charlie tends to take everything about as seriously as he needs to, which usually isn’t very seriously at all. Charlie has smiled death in the face enough time to not be wary of it, anymore. He is of the strong opinion that whatever is going to happen, is going to happen anyways. Him worrying will not affect the inevitable outcome.

Charlie is a little bit quiet, but not exactly shy either. He just doesn’t always find a reason to talk. Also it’s a bit of a habit. When working in the field, it’s usually too loud for them to hear each other anyways, so Charlie has just stopped trying. He also quite likes the silence, finds it comforting.

Bit of a romantic, tbh. Believes in ideals - like love at first sight, a happily ever after, soulmates. But never actually has time for love, either?

Has never met an obstacle that he didn’t want to climb and it’s a bit of a problem.... Although not particularly reckless, Charlie is known for not thinking twice about putting himself in danger.

Also probably a little bit arrogant, or to put it nicer, very confident. 

Has the sort of ‘wink at you before he disappears into the masses’ sort of aesthetic.

Very experimental too? Likes to experiment with spells and potions and experimental approaches on how to best deal with various situations that arise in his line of work. This has almost cost him both an arm and a leg at some point...

VERY proud of who he is and what he comes from. Though he shrugs off most things, he WILL throw hands at anyone who dares insult his siblings or his parents.

Has never backed down from a fight, ever !!!!! 

OTHER STUFF.

Charlie knows that he is adopted, but he rarely thinks of it, these days. It was more of an issue during his Hogwarts days, when other kids would prod and pry. Because of that, Charlie fully embraced his Weasley-ness, swore to himself that he’d be the biggest blood traitor the world had ever seen. He loves his family, what they stand for, everything that they are. Charlie is proud to wear sweaters knitted by his mother ( he still does, catch him wearing a Christmas sweater in July ) and tries to be the best son he can be. As much as he can, anyways.

Thinks that he owes a lot to Hogwarts, and has on a few occasions guest lectured there about dragons.

Shares part of his father’s fascination with muggles and muggle objects !!! Especially motorcycles and telephones are of Great Interest to Charlie. He thinks muggles to be a bit peculiar, but interesting.

Still plays Quidditch on occasion, but not with a specific team. It’s usually just a game with the lads after a long day’s work in the conservatory. 

[fallenidol-453]

The clinking of silverware against dishes and the background purring of a cat resting in a cat tree were the only sounds at the dinner table. Danielle could barely look up from her food to look at one of the two men who had taken her away from her apartment two days earlier. It was hardly a kidnapping – they had rescued her from her ex-boyfriend. Who was also a vampire. And from this stranger had told her, her ex had been breaking… laws about vampiric code of conduct. Whatever that had been.

Her head swam. She felt like any minute now, she’d close her eyes and wake back up in the apartment. She’d probably be dizzy from blood loss and a different part of her body throbbing with pain from wherever Zach had bitten her.

The smell of her mostly untouched dinner anchored Danielle to the present. She had known within the first few bites that she didn’t care for the taste of this homemade (and over-spiced, in her opinion) vegetarian chili, but she made herself taken a huge spoonful and eat it. It had been hours since her last meal, and she’d be doing more harm than good by not eating.

Danielle swallowed. Wiped her mouth. Dared to look at the man sitting across from her.

“Your name is Stefan, right?” she asked quietly.

“It’s actually Ash. Stef’s the one who kicked in the door that night.” he replied kindly.

Danielle wrung her hands together. “What’s going to happen to me? What’s this code of conduct Zach was breaking?”

“Which question do you want answered first?” Ash responded.

Danielle looked away and distracted herself with another bite of food. She wanted both questions answered right now, but they were two lanes of topic. Trying to meld them together into one discussion would be like teaching a hungry grizzly bear to moonwalk. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only opening them when she’d fully exhaled.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

Ash looked thoughtful for a few minutes, quietly scrapping his bowl to get the last pieces of food from his bowl.

“Stefan and I don’t intend to hold you here forever. If you have family or friends, we can drop you off at their houses if they’re willing to take you in,” he finally explained. “If they’re not willing to take you in for any kind of reason, then we can recommend a special shelter that houses women abused by their supernatural spouses or partners, and they can give you resources to help. Stefan and I only took you here to our house because we felt that we had to get you out of that apartment immediately, and our place was closest. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to shelter people in our special rooms.”

Special rooms? He must mean the set of rooms magically hidden in their living room wall.

“I… I do have family in another state, but I’m worried about Zach trying to find me,” Danielle admitted. Her mouth quivered, and Ash got up from his seat to retrieve a nearby box of tissues. “I… I tried to run before, to a friend’s house, but he tracked me down before I could reach it.”

“Danielle, this I can say for certain: Stefan is not going to let Zach escape. He’s going to face the Vampire King for judgement, who hates violators of the code of conduct just as bad as Stefan does,” Ash explained vehemently. “Even if he’s found innocent of his charges, which is highly unlikely given Stefan’s eyewitness testimony, the king will not release Zach under any circumstances.”

The words gave her… some comfort. If her ex was being held by the man who kicked their apartment door in and yelled at him for two hours, there was very little chance of escape. But this gave way to a new doubt, and she covered her most recent bite mark with her free hand.

“He has to feed. Eventually.” She hated saying this, she didn’t want to sound like she was concerned for him, but it had to be said. “He was—always hungry.”

Ash nodded slowly. “What happened after he fed from you? I’m going to assume he didn’t apologize for taking blood from you.”

“He took my blood by force,” she blurted out. She closed her eyes, trembling in her chair. She heard Ash’s sharp intake of breath and steeled herself for the eventual verbal dressing down.

But it didn’t come.

“Danielle, taking blood by force is one of the grievous offenses a vampire can commit. It’s on the same level as rape,” Ash muttered darkly. She cracked her eyes open and saw his body shake with barely smothered anger. “Before I talk to Stefan, can you tell me what happened after Zach stole your blood to feed himself?”

Danielle opened her eyes more fully and grabbed a tissue to wipe away the tears falling down her face. “He—he got sick. Really sick. He’d vomit in the bathroom for a while.”

“That means your blood type was incompatible with his,” Ash explained. “Stefan says it’s like eating spoiled food, only the symptoms happen in a matter of minutes instead of hours.”

Stefan, Stefan, Stefan! His name was being thrown around quite a bit. He was the one who kicked the apartment door in, but that’s the only thing Danielle knew.

“Just who is Stefan? You talk about him, but I don’t see him anywhere. I haven’t seen him since he… well, kicked in the door,” she protested. She blew her nose and crumpled up the tissue. “I want to know more about this code of conduct too.”

Ash stood up from his chair. “Let me put these away first.” Before Danielle could say anything else, he began gathering up their dirty dishes from the table. She pushed her cold dinner away gratefully, and Ash grabbed it as he walked toward the connected kitchen. Behind her chair, she heard the clanging of dishes being stacked on a counter and silverware being set down somewhere in the sink. She looked at the giant cat tree situated to her right. The sleeping cat she’d heard purring earlier was awake and looking at her inquisitively, but it remained curled up inside the tree.

Within a few minutes, Ash returned and resumed his seat across from her.

“About Stefan… he’s the oldest son of the Vampire King. Adopted son, sorry. He’s also my husband, and I’m his primary source of blood,” he explained promptly. “He’s currently in his father’s realm keeping an eye on Zach, but I can get in touch with him fairly easily.”

“How? Is the cell phone reception down there that great?”

The comment made Ash snort with laughter, but he shook his head.

“We, ah, have a completed bloodbond. We can talk to each other mind-to-mind, among other things,” he said. “What you and Zach had was an incomplete bond. If he dies while in custody, you won’t die as well. If Stefan dies…”

He let the words trail off deliberately. Danielle caught on after a minute of thinking – if Stefan died, Ash would die.

“But!” he continued. “If I die, it only inconveniences Stefan. He’ll have to start looking for another willing blood source or die from lack of blood.”

Silence fell between them. Danielle tapped a blunt fingernail against the polished wood table, Ash had mentioned being a willing blood source. And in his comments earlier, he had said Zach taking blood from her had been like rape, and that he hadn’t apologize to her for it. And this code of conduct Ash kept bringing up…

“Um...” She blurted out a few minutes later.

“Yes?”

“The code you keep throwing out. Does it apply to all vampires?”

“All vampires. Even Stefan is bound by it.”

“It’s… it’s basically your code of laws, right? Kind of like how everyone has rights and such?” Danielle inquired. She mentally kicked herself for not paying more attention in her government class.

“It’s… like a set of laws, like you implied,” Ash replied patiently. “It outlines how vampires are supposed to treat the people they feed from, whether they be temporary sources of blood or permanent partners like myself. Every person turned into a vampire is schooled in them before they can even select someone to feed from.”

Danielle shot him a look of incredulity. “Then that means… Zach…”

“Wasn’t made aware of the laws,” Ash finished for her. “I’m starting to think he was turned illegally, which means Stefan, his siblings, and father have a huge problem on their hands. You just… do not turn someone without reason. It has to fall within another code that’s only known to other vampires.”

“Are you allowed to explain the conduct code?” she asked quietly. Ash nodded. “What was Zach… supposed to do?”

Ash took a deep breath. “If you and he had shared a compatible blood time, then he was required to thank you and apologize for taking your blood even after you had consented giving it to him. He could have thanked you in a myriad of ways: buying you something – maybe something expensive – that you either wanted or he thought you might want based on your interests; maybe he could have cooked you a meal. Or, well, sex could count too, provided it took place after you’d recovered from the blood loss.”

His face flushed with embarrassment. Danielle nodded slowly, and he continued:

“Zach would have been obligated to take care of you until you either passed away or you two agreed to end your relationship. If you and Zach had gotten along particularly well, or even had gotten married, he could have asked you to become his bloodbond. He’d bite you again and give you some of his immortality, plus the ability to talk telepathically with him.” Ash took a deep breath. Unsurprisingly, given how fast he’d just talked. “Now, since you two had an incompatible blood type, he would have been required to still apologize to you, and then he was supposed to let you go. This is assuming you accepted being with him willingly – if he had kidnapped you—”

Danielle shook her head furiously. “He didn’t kidnap me. We were already dating. He went out one night and… didn’t return home the same. I thought he’d been stabbed at first, there was so much blood on his shirt… but he brushed me off and didn’t want me to take him to the hospital or call the cops.” She inhaled shakily and tried to calm herself down, but the words kept coming and she couldn’t stop talking quickly. “After that… he demanded I give him blood. I did—willingly—at first, but it hurt. He puked afterward, and I didn’t want to give him anymore, but he forced me too after that. I wouldn’t be surprised if our neighbors overheard our fights.”

“One of those neighbors was one of Stefan’s… well, informants,” Ash said. “They usually report to someone who’s a bit lower on the vampire hierarchy, but that vampire was out of town, so Stefan was the next best choice to contact. How long ago was Zach turned?”

Danielle closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. It felt like years had passed. It had been winter. Zach had gone out without her. Sometime—

“Sometime after New Year’s Day. I didn’t want to go to a New Year’s party, so he went alone. I know he’d been drinking, and he didn’t come out of our room until after sunset the next day, demanding blood. I mean he was a bit of a jerk before, but this change really brought out the worst in him.”

Four months ago. Had it really been that long?

Ash offered no response to her statement. He sat in his chair, clearly ruminating over what she’d just said. She looked away, even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“So… if Zach had just… treated me nicely and did the things he was supposed to do according to this code of conduct, none of this would have happened?” she reluctantly asked a few minutes later.

Ash nodded solemnly. “We would have never known he’d been illegally turned if he acted decently toward you. You didn’t deserve this, Danielle.”

His words made her feel small, and she hunched over in her seat to avoid his gaze.

“Can… can I call my mom?” she asked suddenly. Ash got up from his chair again and walked into the living room. He returned and gave her a wireless house phone. “Will this work in the. Uh. Rooms?”

“The rooms in the living room? It will.” Ash replied. “Take as long as you need to talk. We can continue our discussion when you’re ready.”

Danielle grabbed the phone like it was a lifeline and nodded. She stood up from her chair and followed Ash back into the living room. As he opened the secret door in the wall, she was already shakily punching in what she hoped was her mom’s house phone…

&&

Ash kicked the shirt and pants he had stripped off in the relative direction of the clothes hamper and crawled into bed. It was just late enough at night that he was too scared to look at the clock on the nightstand by Stefan’s side of the bed. The glowing green digital numbers would mock him.

The bedroom door creaked open, and he felt the familiar dip of the mattress as the cat leapt up on the bed to join him. As he maneuvered into a sitting position against the headboard, he felt the cat walk over and settle between his blanket-covered legs.

“Good girl, Iris…” Ash mumbled. He reached over to pet her head, and then he resettled against the headboard. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, and reached out with his mind…

He felt Stefan’s own mind meld with his seamlessly a minute later. He steadied his breathing and relaxed. The presence of his husband’s mind was the closest contact he was going to get with Stefan for however long it took to settle this dilemma.

If Ash bothered to open his inner eye, he would see only blackness. The realm of the Vampire King—and Queen—was a land of eternal darkness, for they could not abide the touch of light unlike their adopted offspring. Stefan, and his siblings, and any other vampire who was legally turned could find their way through this twisting, labyrinthine realm easily. Ash and other bloodbonds could not unless their vampire partners helped them.

How’s the woman doing? Stefan inquired.

She’s... healing. I hope. We talked over dinner and she gave me information about the events leading up to us rescuing her. Ash paused and took a deep breath. Based on her testimony, I strongly believe Zach was turned into a vampire illegally.

I believe you. I quizzed the little asshole on the code and he didn’t understand what I was asking. Stefan stated. He sounded just as tired as Ash. He hasn’t been able to remember the events of his attack, and that’s when he’s lucid enough to answer my questions. A brief pause. He’s weakened from blood loss. Did he complete the bond with the woman?

Her name is Danielle. Ash corrected him. He felt a small flash of contrition from Stefan as a way of apology. From what she told me after I explained the ins and outs of vampire and bloodbond relations, they hadn’t. He got sick after feeding from her.

Great. Ash felt his husband’s sarcasm through their link and could almost hear his gruff voice. Well, shit. I’m going to have to stay an extra day or two to make sure he stays alive until dad gives his judgement.

Take as long as you need. Danielle and I still need to discuss her options of what happens next. I gave her one of our house phones a few hours ago; I think she’s talking to her mother. A warning pulse of pain made him pause for a few minutes. Talking mind to mind for too long and at too far of a distance always gave him a headache. You should introduce yourself to her before we leave though. I mentioned you a lot tonight and she wants to see the man behind the name.

Silence. Ash could feel himself starting to fall asleep, felt the link start to wither away, but he willed himself to stay awake despite the incoming headache. A mental nudge from Stefan helped.

Do you mind keeping her for another two days, tops? I do plan on introducing myself, but I don’t want her to be intimidated. Ash felt another pulse of pain, likely coming from Stefan. I really… didn’t make a great first impression by kicking her door down and acting violently around her toward her ex.

You didn’t. Ash confirmed. There was no malice in his voice. But I’ll keep her here until you return.

Thank you. Gratitude and thankfulness emitted through their link. Ash let it surround him like a cocoon.

He contemplated ending the conversation then and there. Any longer and he might develop a migraine. But he remembered it was the middle of the month, a fact Stefan may not be aware of down in his foster father’s realm. Time didn’t flow any differently down there, but with the ever-present darkness it was hard to tell how many days or nights had passed. Ash took a deep breath and willed himself to keeping the connection open.

It’s almost time for you to feed. He reminded Stefan. How long do you think you’ll be okay until the hunger becomes unbearable?

Stefan didn’t answer for a few minutes. Ash could feel him suffering from a headache as well, though it wasn’t as intense as his.

Maybe a month, if I can hold out. A long pause. But I know if I get to that point and then feed from you, it’ll take you a long time to recover… Another long pause. Recover from blood loss. I don’t want you missing work.

Are you—The headache he was experiencing had come full force. Are you… going to take that long?

Probably not. I’ll know later. Thanks for the information on Zach.

I’ll contact you tomorrow night. You’re welcome. Ash felt a pulse of pain strong enough to make him almost sever the mental link. I love you.

Love you too. Go. To. Bed.

Stefan’s mental voice brokered zero arguments, and Ash let the mental link wither away without further complaint. He held his head in his hands for a few minutes, breathing heavily at the onslaught of pain. He maneuvered his body so he was laying down, dislodging Iris in the process. She mewled in protest and dug her claws in his thigh, but Ash was out like a light the moment his head touched the pillow and didn’t register the pain.

He hoped he didn’t wake up to Iris sitting on his face.

[lookatthisdork]

Meditations of Jason Todd (Draft)

In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I’ve made several attempts at drafting different fic ideas, which inevitably meant blocks of Batfam fanfic drabbles that don’t have any coherent plot, flow or continuity. They’re all basically unfit for internet consumption right now, except for this first attempt at writing in Jason’s voice. 

(Um, I’m still reading Pre-Crisis and 90s comics in my free-time, so the only canon Red Hood I have is his single animated movie. Since this is set significantly after that in his character arc, I’m not super confident when writing him. I have a problem writing characters I haven’t read the canon for, honestly.)

The problem with trading and selling drugs in a city like Gotham is that no matter how careful you were with recruitment, no matter how high your people’s morale and loyalty, you inevitably have to get your hands dirty to keep the money flowing. There are always incentives for both defectors and saboteurs to take pot shots at your stake. Offing a boss could mean a bigger piece of the pie for yourself, better job security (in the short-term, if your employment was tenuous), averting your boss throwing you under the bus for a job gone wrong. If the guy up top doesn’t maintain an aura of invulnerability, a willingness to crush any dissent under his boot, he quickly finds himself faced with with mutiny.

Dealing in drugs always ends in blood, one way or another. Jason was well aware of this. He was also aware of the fact that if you wanted to finance something really expensive quietly and quickly, drug money was the most sure-fire way of getting what you wanted.

(Actually, well-done white-collar fraud was the most sure-fire way, but if there was one thing he’d absorbed from watching Oracle, it was that fraud was never as secure as people made it out to be. It only took one individual with a computer and more skill than you to blow your operation to bits. Maybe it was old-fashioned, but at least drug-money was a physical object that couldn’t be “lost” with a few keystrokes.)

(Also, fraud was boring as a sole source of income. Too much time behind a screen, not enough explosions and punching people in the face.)

The Red Hood had been a damn-good drug lord, Jason liked to think. He’d run a tight ship, and the “severed heads in the duffel bag” shtick had quickly established just how out-of-their-league everyone else in the game was. Sure, he hadn’t stayed in business all that long for several good reasons (only one of which was Bruce), but extorting organized crime bosses was like riding a bicycle – really hard to forget. There was no practical reason for why he shouldn’t just recycle his old plan in a new city for some fast cash. Wasn’t like the shit-hole he was stuck in had anyone equipped to take him down.

Of course, striking fear into the hearts of criminals by decapitating their peers wasn’t the best strategy to use when your little brothers had front row seats to the carnage via helmet-cam.

He could just disable the cam for that part, of course. But the brats would definitely put two-and-two together and hatch some plot in response. An unnecessary headache when there was no Dick to foist them off on.

And...Jason wasn’t the best role-model in the world. He could admit to that. He used the phrase “little brothers” to refer to Tim and Damian very, very lightly in deference to the uncomfortable number of murder attempts among the three of them. Nowadays, he did regret all the stabbing and shooting and general dickery. Even though Damian was genetically engineered to be the most aggravating child on the planet and Tim kept stealing Jason’s alter-egos out from under him (unrepentantly now, the little shit). They were still better than uninterested-and-unhelpful-unless-I’m-sending-you-to-Arkham Dick and fucking Bruce. They didn’t deserve half the shit they were dealing with.

But his regret didn’t magically fix everything. There were 100-to-1 odds that neither kid saw Jason as anything more than “that one fuck-up that we don’t discuss in polite company.” Fair enough. Still, didn’t mean that the Red Hood had to live down to their expectations. He could do better – be the responsible adult, make sure they were fed and watered regularly, maybe (maybe) address their allotted emotional-expression-of-the-week.

Jason blamed his previously non-existent brotherly streak on Cassandra. She’d not only spoiled him by re-familiarizing him with friendly human contact, but she also subtly planted in his mind the idea that hey, you know who else would appreciate Jason’s company when Cassandra was busy? Tim and Damian. And you know who would benefit most from Jason’s unique perspective on life? Who needed a reprieve from Bruce and Dick and all of their frankly impossible expectations? Who could always use another person watching their backs, making sure they end up in an early grave?

(Honestly, Dick should watch Cass in Big Sister Mode and take notes.)

A soft huff of static came through the comm in his ear without warning, followed by the ridiculously-identifiable Damian’s click of the tongue. (Bruce was trying to train him out of doing it in costume so people wouldn’t catch on - with no success, of course.) “Todd, have your remaining neurons finally ceased to function? You’ve been standing outside the warehouse for five minutes. Are you ready or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses,” he said as he checked the indicators for the explosives one last time. (Still all green, ready and able to wreck a certain someone’s next fiscal quarter.) “I was just reminiscing about the good old days, back when we all hated each other’s guts and I still blew up drug dens with the dealers inside instead of out. Ever miss those times?” he asked, heavy on the sarcasm.

Tim’s voice was dry as a desert, even with the slightly-tinny reception. “I miss them as much as I miss the knife that was embedded in my spleen.”

“Well, you have to admit, a knife in your spleen was probably the most exciting thing that happened to you that week, even if it was bad for your health long-term.”

“Clearly Todd’s mental dysfunction is worsening,” Damian said. As usual, his tone gave no indication if that was meant to be a joke or an insult.

Probably both, actually. Kid got a kick out of riling people who weren’t Dick up.

At least it was a joke clearly aimed to get a chuckle out of Tim instead of a joke at his expense. If there was one thing this months-long jaunt into the multiverse was doing, it was driving the boys together through their shared survival instinct and the fact that Jason deprived them of all baked goods whenever he had to break up their fights.

(Bribing his brothers with freshly-made cakes and brownies in exchange for good behavior was really the only reason they were three months into this shit-show with no major casualties.)

“Ain’t that a shame,” Jason replied. “It’ll just be you and Tim, stuck all alone in Not-Gotham. What a perfect opportunity for you two to bond.”

No,” both boys said at the same time.

Then the sound of Damian trying to land a hit on Tim (and failing judging from the lack of a pained grunt) filtered through Jason’s headpiece. Because Damian couldn’t stand to agree with Tim on anything for more than 10 seconds without ruining the moment.

Well, whatever. The brotherly-bond was a work in progress. “Stop fist-fighting so we can finish this,” he said. “I’ve got Falcone’s heroin wired up to an irresponsible amount of explosives, and I’d like to get our racket money before dawn.”

What I just wrote makes no sense out of context, but since this is the only thing I have written for this AU, I’ll just explain here:

This is from the “Jason-Tim-Damian get stuck in Flashpoint” AU I mentioned at some point, a few months into their impromptu stranding. How they got there isn’t super important, and I’m handwaving intervention from standard Earth not being able to get them back home in a timely manner. (Note: Bruce, Dick, Cass and everyone else aren’t trying really hard to get them back; it’s just not working for Reasons.) 

After thinking about these three in a strange Not-Gotham for a while, I came to the conclusion that they’d lay low and avoid drawing attention to themselves instead of trying to approach Thomas-Batman or Alt-Cyborg or someone else. Things might be different if Dick or Cass were the oldest sibling on the ground, but Jason’s much slower to trust, as are Tim and Damian. A virtual stranger that also happens to be Batman would be the last person Jason would trust with his and his brothers’ safety. 

Naturally, that means the guys need to find a source of income and a place to hole up. The former, Jason gets by extorting the local organized crime - charging money to sabotage competitors and charging money to not sabotage his employers. Lighter on the murder than his first return to Gotham, but Tim and Damian noticeably don’t bring that subject up anyway. I imagine they picked a spot that was an auxiliary batcave on their Earth and fix it up as a temporary base where Tim is trying to engineer something to send them back to their Earth (funded by Jason’s extortion racket). Damian is stuck as the odd-jobs kid, which he handles with as much patience as he can. (Hint: he’s not a very patient person.)

It would be a waste of the setting not to get the three of them involved with Thomas-Batman and possibly even the main plot of Flashpoint, so this scene would be a sort of in-between-scene prologue before the status-quo changes. I’m leaning towards either Red Hood crashing one of the Cyborg-Batman scenes because he needs tech only Cyborg has or one of the guys interrupting Martha-Joker’s last crime.

Of course, this premise requires a long-form fic, which I’ve never written before. This is all wild speculation, really. I’ll probably never write all of this out.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BUT IF I DO, you can count on Jason finding out that in a world with no Bruce and no Robin, he STILL ended up dead and resurrected. The multiverse just has it out for him, clearly.

[linssikeittomies]

VR Chapter 2 - 5 hours

Have fun trying to pronounce each name! Later chapters will have the correct spellings, though I haven’t worked in a scene where the pronunciation is elaborated. Until then, pronounce everything however you like. Masterpost <- Chapter 1 Chapter 3 ->

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After a short nap in a guest room upstairs I felt a lot better. That unreasonable freaking out in the street embarrassed me now, lemme tell ya. I was basically dreading the second I had to see another person again, knowing how hysterical I had looked. Look, I’m borderline famous for my cool, I’m like a teenage Jeevesette, that’s how cool I am.

So now that you know how extraordinarily rare it is for me not stay in control, we can move onto more important things. After my breakdown, the girl and the woman showed me upstairs to the third floor. That floor looked a bit more like an actual living space instead of a display of wealth, with a semicircle of comfortable couches and reading lamps in the centre of the very large room, two giant bookshelves against a wall, a grand piano looking thing and string instruments against the opposite wall, and paintings of varying skill level all over the place.

The guest room I had been given was incredibly bare bones compared to the rest of the manor. A queen sized bed with a plain headboard, a small bookshelf with only three books in it, a medium-sized dresser, an L-shaped desk pushed into a corner, and only one painting. It was a family portrait. Of the strict blonde woman, a foppish black-haired man, a toddler with sandy brown hair, and a baby with large green eyes and bright blonde hair. So yeah, I’m guessing it was the mirror-image girl (pretty clearly the strict woman was her mum now that my brain was functioning properly, they looked too much alike to be anything but close relatives) with the dad and a sibling. I thought it was a little weird to have a family portrait in a guest room, but it was a pretty painting. I love me some details, and the amount of tiny details fit into the clothing of the family was simply astounding. It wasn’t a big painting, but it still must have taken years to complete, what with all the folds of the clothing and the vast amount of embroidery and shimmering gems. No one’s skin was an even tone, the natural coloration and the lighting was taken into consideration, jeez, you could almost see the pores! And the flower the older sibling was holding even had a minuscule beetle hanging out on it, how cute was that?

But enough fawning over a painting, it was dinner time. I decided to bear my shame for the sake of my despairing stomach, opened the door, and saw a young man clad in a grey-blue bathrobe-looking thing. He bowed deep to me, his long ponytail falling over his shoulder. When he righted himself, he beamed at me, he was ecstatic to have me here. What a weirdo. And the blonde girl was also there, backed by a young woman with a blunt bob cut that suited her terribly, wearing the same bath-robe dress as the male servant. The blonde girl’s clothes were just as folk dress -inspired: a cream tunic and harem pants with bright red patterns and embroidery. Her wavy hair was gathered on a poofy ponytail on the side of her head. Her face was still eerie to look at, it really was like a photograph of mine from a few years back. Well, her eyes were a bit rounder and wider, and overall her face was a bit plumper, but you get the idea.

She said something to the servants, and they left to mind their own business. Then the blonde girl waved at me to follow her, all the way down back to the ground floor dining room, where the huge table was set. I hadn’t paid much attention to it the last time, but it was covered with several tablecloths – but not in any semblance of order. Just every imaginable colour and a lot of different sizes, some of them plain, some striped, some embroidered, just thrown on it. And okay, they had smoothed out any wrinkles, but not straightened anything. It was a mess of a dining table.

The strict woman and the foppish man were already sat, at the end as one might have imagined. The blonde girl drew out a chair for me from the side closest to them, and herself settled down next to me. Scullery maids, or whatever they’re called these days, started bringing out plates and cutlery, and I was glad to see that at least these people ate with forks and knives, I wasn’t that good with chopsticks and never even knew about other types of utensils. I was examining the lacy border of the porcelain plates when a young boy burst in out of breath, apologizing for being late or something, I would imagine, and sat down next to his sister.

Sitting in the middle of a family felt so wrong, why was my seat set here? I mean, it would be rude to change seats now but I wouldn’t have minded being sat somewhere else from the start.

There was some small talk, and valiant but truly useless attempts to include me. The younger brother looked at me warily from behind his sister, and was the only quiet one. He said a few words every now and then, and most of them were “Oona”, which seemed to be the girl’s name. The oldest sibling was nowhere to be seen, possibly a rebellious teen or out of town for now? Probably wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume she’d been sent to a boarding school, rich families like doing that.

The grub arrived on splendid silver trays, and interestingly enough comprised mostly of greens. Like 90% vegetables. There was some bread thrown  in there, and a cute little dessert pie, but only one roasted bird of some sort, too small to be chicken. Not sparrow-sized either. I followed the family’s example and piled on the greens, and only took a few slices of the bird. My watch said it was only four thirty, where were the filet mignons? I would have understood a light meal on the evening, but it wasn’t even getting dark yet. I think. The dining room seemed to be in the middle of the manor, all the windows were outside in the hallway, and my seat didn’t give me a view of one. Maybe my watch was broken.

Dinner was a noisier deal than the pre-dinner, oddly enough, but quickly finished. As the servants started collecting the dishes, the mum led everyone else to a study on the other side of the manor. The design of the place was pretty odd – the rooms were in the middle of the building, with the corridor running around them, so the study the family and I ended up in had no windows. There was one tall but thin bookshelf, and a large table surrounded by plush chairs. An old woman and a middle-aged man were sitting at the table with a small pile of books set to the side. They got up to bow to the family. The dad started talking with them quietly, while the mum finally decided it was time for introductions. Why those couldn’t be done at the dinner table was beyond me, but whatever. At least I could finally call them by name instead of position.

The mum was Alehleh. Easy enough name, kinda pretty, if a bit child-like. The dad was Soonee, you’d think also easy, but then he looked ready to cry when he heard me try it out. I really sucked at pronunciation, it seemed. The girl was Ritideea, not Oona, and her name was pretty difficult to say, but unlike her dad, she wasn’t bothered by the butchering of her name. The R rolled, and the stressing seemed to change every time she said it. But she recognized her name when I said it, so good enough. And finally the son, Keenahty. He was super shy, around ten years old, and looked as much like his father as Ritideea looked like her mother.

When I introduced myself as Mimi, they all smiled patiently but also shook their heads, and Soonee corrected me with “Rititeea”. I didn’t get what that was about, and had no theories. Soonee was crestfallen. Alehleh, apparently the head of the family, ceased the nonsense by calling the two strangers to action.

First went the old woman – she introduced herself as Kaorahtsil, and proceeded to speak. I didn’t understand a word, predictably. I wasn’t exactly on Earth anymore. But she changed languages two more times, expecting something, and I couldn’t explain she wouldn’t find a language I spoke a mere few light years away. So I just said “Hi, my name is Mimi, Earth is probably in another section of the universe.” Then she admitted to the family that mine was a language she didn’t speak.

Then went the man, Sessan. He didn’t try languages, but maps. That small pile of books was atlases. I leafed through all of them, already knowing England wouldn’t be in any of them, but wanting to please him anyway. Everyone was very surprised by this development. They had never met anyone who came from so far away. They couldn’t wrap their heads around how I got here. Sessan in particular insisted I must have come by ship, over and over, and it was only after I shook my head for the fifth time that I realized… I had zero clue what he was saying, but still knew he meant ships. Wow, wasn’t that weird? Was this that translation spell I vaguely remembered screaming about earlier? Pretty crude, not very effective, but a start!

Hey wow, would you look at that, I had gone from thinking this was a town of larpers to 100 per cent believing in magic. What the hell.

But the spell didn’t work both ways. I could somewhat understand the man, but he couldn’t understand me at all. Oh, he tried, again and again, first asking about ships, then flying(even though it was plain on his face he thought that was a laughable option), then he gave up travel altogether and instead tried to find out something, anything, about my home country. He picked up on the one-way nature his spell, frustrated and confused, but no one could explain it. After this he stopped the spell, leaving me completely out of the loop as the family held council. It took nearly forty minutes for them to come up with a possible solution, and none of them liked it. Ritideea was the one who came up with the idea, but despite that the only one who hated it even more was Soonee. And after a good half hour of arguing, they reached an agreement. And thank God for that, it was exhausting to just sit there as an outsider.

After that, the servant boy from earlier took me to my room, pulled a salty snack pastry out of hammer space and hovered behind me as I ate. What a creep. I had to shoo him out quite forcibly. A little later a tailor who liked grumbling to himself came in(allowing the servant to charge back in) and took more measures of me than I had imagined existed. He made a lot of notes, talked with the servant who smiled goofy the whole time, and grumbled all the way to himself. Then he took every single measurement again before getting the hell out. I didn’t need this crap at quarter past eight.

Ritideea knocked on the door, and wanted to give me a tour of the manor. Why not, it was a bit early to turn in. And the place was quite nice, it never hurts to look at pretty things.

The third floor was mostly bedrooms – a ridiculous amount of bedrooms. Each of the three wings had about five bedrooms, and their shared bathrooms. A few had their own, I supposed those were guest rooms. Starting from the base of the first wing, first there was a guest room, then a study, then from the corner Alehleh and Soonee’s bedroom, which shared its bathroom with Keenahty’s room. Then was my guest room, the bathroom, and Ritideea. After her was a store room, containing a veritable mountain of painting supplies and canvases of several sizes. There were even a few spare easels. Another sparse guest room ended that wall, after which the third wing started. Most of the rooms in the wings seemed to be in use, but none of their occupants were present. Gigantic manor and so few residents. Was it holiday season or something?

We went down the smaller set of stairs by the third wing, and came out to a hallway. This one also contained two nicer guest rooms, and a locked door to the third wing. What was more private than the residents’ bedrooms? Ritideea’d had no problem letting me peek in those. The other two wings had one guest room and one dormitory each. In the main part of the manor, behind the two guest rooms, was a library – my favourite room in the manor so far. Jam-packed full of simple shelves, themselves bursting at the seams from all kinds of books, like a struggling public library. It felt like home. Much better than the ridiculously huge, mostly empty ballroom. It was wood-pannelled of course, for that extra oomph of bragging. The grandest piano I had ever witnessed stood near the outer wall, and the loo was so fancy pooping in one would have felt like defacing an artwork. The living room with a big, round coffee table surrounded by plush pillows was a bit more to my tastes, but the balcony on the front of the manor offered the most boring view ever: a paved courtyard, the steel gate, and the streets and houses behind it. What sucked even more was that the larger balcony at the back of the manor was barely any better. These people just did not understand gardens. There was a pretty cool fountain at the centre of the courtyard, but as you might have expected, it was paved. There were some minor bushes hugging the walls, but nothing beyond that.

This time we used the bigger staircase, which brought us in front of the dining room. The ground floor had the weirdest floor plan ever – the rooms were in the center, while the corridor ran on the outside. The rooms got shitty lighting. Even the most open room, the drawing room at the end and adjacent to the dining room, with its three open archways had to rely on electricity. The kitchen didn’t even have a door to the corridor, the air must’ve gotten stuffy there quick. Ritideea let me take a look from the door in dining room corner, but since there were people working, I didn’t want to disturb them. We continued on, turned the corner, did not go to the third wing, and came to a Roman bath. The water was faintly pink, warm, and smelled of flowers. I might take a dip there sometime, even if it was clearly meant for the important guests. Some night when I couldn’t fall asleep, then.

The rest of the rooms on the main part of the mansion were the same kind of spartan meeting rooms that the interpretor and the mage had interrogated me in. The first wing had four very lavish guest rooms, both with their own ridiculously fancy bathrooms bigger than my bedroom, obviously for the important important guests. The second wing was much the same, except it also had an extensive jewellery display. Several kilos of precious stones and pearls, just sitting there. Hate to think how much money they wasted on the jewellery they did wear.

Come to think of it, the family dressed oddly humbly. Even Alehleh, the most high class and rich-bitch of them all, wore comparatively simple dresses and necklaces. She could have gone for ermine capes and ball gowns, worn fist-sized diamonds on both ears and a whole family of rubies on her neck, but she didn’t.  Sure, she did exude wealth, but you wouldn’t have guessed this much wealth. They were also pretty chummy with the servants, not dismissive and snobbish. Did that mean the actual masters of the manor were away right now? One of the lived-in rooms on the second floor had to her parents’, maybe they were the snobs. Though I didn’t remember any of the bedrooms being especially snobby. But who else but a tried and true snob builds a home like this to their family? Thus, someone had to be a snob, and I suspected Alehleh’s parents.

There was a lot of ground to cover in the manor, so I was sufficiently tuckered out once the tour finished. I couldn’t find a pair of pyjamas in the drawer, but I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in my underwear in a strange place, so I just took off my bra and left the button-up on. It wasn’t the most comfortable shirt to sleep in, but I still did fall asleep pretty fast.

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MEET FRANCINE FABRAY-ST. JAMES.

NAME: Francine Eliza Fabray-St. James.

NICKNAMES: Frannie, Fran, Cici.

BIRTH ORDER: Oldest / sibling.

AGE: Twenty-six. 

HOMETOWN: Beverley Hills, California. 

GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: Cis female, she/her. 

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. 

OCCUPATION/EDUCATION: Vice President of NOVA Clothing Co.

FACECLAIM: Margot Robbie.

FRANCINE’S LIFE SO FAR.

POSITIVE: Determined, outgoing, charming.

NEGATIVE: Perfectionist, cautious, blunt.

Named after their great-grandmother, Francine Eliza Fabray was born into this world with a silver spoon in her mouth and she was completely okay with sucking on it. Most would assume growing up in the family that she had, that she was a spoiled brat. But that wasn’t the case. No, she never cried and screamed if she didn’t get what she wanted – with her head held high, even as a young little girl – Francine made damn sure she got what she wanted and exactly when she wanted it. There was never any no’s when it came to Francine, because she just wouldn’t have it. Ever since she was young she never thought anything could stop her from having a life she wanted.

Soon enough at the age of two, Francine was becoming an older sister. And not just to one little brother or sister – but to twins. It was definitely a change in the Fabray household, but Francine never once hated the idea of her siblings. She’s actually always looked out for them since they were young.  Having kids didn’t stop their parents from continuing their careers though, which Francine resented as she grew up, being taken care of by nanny after nanny and hardly ever seeing her parents. Sure, she loved them. They bought her everything she ever wanted, and she got whatever she wished for. But it didn’t make up for the lack of parenting.

Maybe that’s why Francine has always been so driven to be the best. Because she always hoped to grab her parents attention for more than a few minutes before they went back to work. From a young age Francine joined everything she could – ballet, soccer, the debate team, cheer-leading, horseback riding, art class, slam poetry. She did everything just to win those medals and get them showcased for her parents to be proud of something. But they never really seemed pleased, and she always felt empty. But she still focused hard on school and her activities. Because she still liked proving she was great to those around her. Excelling in school, and in her social life.

Francine just wanted to be perfect in any way she could be – and sadly, it took her a long time to figure out that there was no such thing. And that faking who she was wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Sure, she was always outgoing and kind. But she tried to mold herself into the popular girl that she never really tried to be. But it just happened. Francine was well-liked, with a big group of friends that all seemed superficial and fake. She didn’t have the person she could talk to about things, because she’d go to school the next day and everyone would be talking about it. She didn’t have any real friends, and she didn’t have real boyfriends. The string of bad boys she dated were nothing but guys wasting her time.

When it came time for Francine to go off to college she had plenty of options but had decided to go to Harvard. Not only because it was an amazing school, but because it was the farthest from her parents. Who sure, she loves, but can’t really be around without feeling like she’s just not good enough for their standards. Francine double majored in business and finance while having a minor in communication – as always, she wanted to be the best. And she wanted to build something for herself, something that others would appreciate.

While attending Harvard, Francine had met William – and they had immediately hit it off. Having a lot in common with growing up in wealthy families with parents who worked in business. William was the first person to understand Francine, truly. And he was her first real friend. Because he understood what it was constantly like trying too hard to please their parents. They started dating rather quickly, but for awhile they were off and on. Unsure if they were really right for each other or not. But finally, as college ended, and they had both grown a lot – they decided to give it one more try. By the end of the summer, they were engaged.

William’s father absolutely loved Francine. He loved her work ethics, loved her ideas and creativity, so it wasn’t a surprise that after she got the St. James name attached to her own, he was offering her a job she couldn’t and definitely wouldn’t refuse. Jeffery St. James had two major companies he ran, and both were completely opposite from the other. He had a chain of resort and spas scattered in the U.S. and also in other countries. Working alongside his son who was Vice President. But he also had a clothing company, too. A brand that also had stores located all over, NOVA Clothing Co.

He had been looking for someone for awhile to help him run it. He wasn’t much of a fashion wizard but he had somehow grew the company enough that they were getting their name out there. And that’s why he needed someone who knew what they were doing. Who knew business but also understood fashion and changing trends. Francine was that person, and soon he was giving her full command over the company to run while he stood behind her and signed any papers that needed to be signed. It’s basically her company now, and Jeffery trusts her completely with it.

Now, Francine is content with who she is as a person. She still has small insecurities and fears of people leaving her when she needs them the most. But overall she’s happy with herself and the life she’s made. She’s an outgoing person, who only wants the best for herself and the people she cares about. While also being strong-headed and determined and sometimes a little too blunt and charismatic for her own good. Either way, things are good – and NOVA is turning into something big for her.

The only problem? While Francine believes that at one point in time she loved William – she isn’t so sure she does anymore. She’s realized, as she’s grown as a person that things have changed and they don’t seem the same anymore. Living the life they do, Francine appreciates the money but she knows she can be happy without it. While William, lives for that lifestyle. Just like his father, just like her father. Slowly, they’re pulling apart from each other. They usually only ever see each other at work meetings and when they’re going to bed – if they’re even both in town, which is rare. It’s heartbreaking for Francine. Because she’s not just losing a husband – but she’s losing her best friend. A divorce has been on the back of Francine’s mind for sometime now, but she knows if they divorce than everything she worked for will be gone. And while technically NOVA isn’t her company, she’s grown with it and molded it into something beautiful. And she doesn’t want to lose that when it’s really all she has.

Currently, Francine is living in Boston, content with staying in Massachusetts. Since it became a home away from home while she attended college. And she works at the Boston office for NOVA. But she also does a lot of traveling for work as well. Technically, she and William are living together in King’s Terrace. But with their work schedules they rarely see each other with how often William is gone on business trips since the resorts take up more of his time. But Francine isn’t complaining, because while she always wanted to have someone – she only feels like she’s in the room with a complete stranger when she’s with him.

SOCIAL NETWORKING.

@FRANNIEFABS: I’m sure my credit card company is terrified by how many of my purchases are Starbucks.

@FRANNIEFABS: @JWStJ comes home today. I can’t wait to see my love 💕

@FRANNIEFABS: “Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”

OUT OF CHARACTER.

OOC: Kate, 22, EST, she/her.

SHIPS: /chem.

ANTI-SHIPS: /no chem, /forced.

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KATE will be picking up FRANCINE FABRAY as a second character.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

NAME: kate. AGE: 22. TIMEZONE: est. ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7-10/10, again, y’all know my activity lol SHIPS: /chem. ANTI-SHIPS: /no chem, /forced. TRIGGERS: Removed. PASSWORD: Removed. ANYTHING ELSE: Removed.

IN CHARACTER.

DESIRED CHARACTER: Francine Eliza Fabray-St. James. NICKNAMES: Frannie, Fran, Cici. AGE/BIRTH ORDER: 26/oldest. FACECLAIM: Margot Robbie. GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: Cis female - she/her. SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. HOMETOWN: Beverly Hills, CA. OCCUPATION/EDUCATION: Vice President of NOVA Clothing Co.

(MORE) IN CHARACTER.

POSITIVES: Determined, outgoing, charming. NEGATIVES: Perfectionist, cautious, blunt.

@FRANNIEFABS: I’m sure my credit card company is terrified by how many of my purchases are Starbucks. @FRANNIEFABS: @JWStJ comes home today. I can’t wait to see my love 💕 @FRANNIEFABS: "Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”

BIOGRAPHY.

Named after their great-grandmother, Francine Eliza Fabray was born into this world with a silver spoon in her mouth and she was completely okay with sucking on it. Most would assume growing up in the family that she had, that she was a spoiled brat. But that wasn’t the case. No, she never cried and screamed if she didn’t get what she wanted – with her head held high, even as a young little girl – Francine made damn sure she got what she wanted and exactly when she wanted it. There was never any no’s when it came to Francine, because she just wouldn’t have it. Ever since she was young she never thought anything could stop her from having a life she wanted.

Soon enough at the age of two, Francine was becoming an older sister. And not just to one little brother or sister – but to twins. It was definitely a change in the Fabray household, but Francine never once hated the idea of her siblings. She’s actually always looked out for them since they were young.  Having kids didn’t stop their parents from continuing their careers though, which Francine resented as she grew up, being taken care of by nanny after nanny and hardly ever seeing her parents. Sure, she loved them. They bought her everything she ever wanted, and she got whatever she wished for. But it didn’t make up for the lack of parenting.

Maybe that’s why Francine has always been so driven to be the best. Because she always hoped to grab her parents attention for more than a few minutes before they went back to work. From a young age Francine joined everything she could – ballet, soccer, the debate team, cheer-leading, horseback riding, art class, slam poetry. She did everything just to win those medals and get them showcased for her parents to be proud of something. But they never really seemed pleased, and she always felt empty. But she still focused hard on school and her activities. Because she still liked proving she was great to those around her. Excelling in school, and in her social life.

Francine just wanted to be perfect in any way she could be – and sadly, it took her a long time to figure out that there was no such thing. And that faking who she was wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Sure, she was always outgoing and kind. But she tried to mold herself into the popular girl that she never really tried to be. But it just happened. Francine was well-liked, with a big group of friends that all seemed superficial and fake. She didn’t have the person she could talk to about things, because she’d go to school the next day and everyone would be talking about it. She didn’t have any real friends, and she didn’t have real boyfriends. The string of bad boys she dated were nothing but guys wasting her time.

When it came time for Francine to go off to college she had plenty of options but had decided to go to Harvard. Not only because it was an amazing school, but because it was the farthest from her parents. Who sure, she loves, but can’t really be around without feeling like she’s just not good enough for their standards. Francine double majored in business and finance while having a minor in communication – as always, she wanted to be the best. And she wanted to build something for herself, something that others would appreciate.

While attending Harvard, Francine had met William – and they had immediately hit it off. Having a lot in common with growing up in wealthy families with parents who worked in business. William was the first person to understand Francine, truly. And he was her first real friend. Because he understood what it was constantly like trying too hard to please their parents. They started dating rather quickly, but for awhile they were off and on. Unsure if they were really right for each other or not. But finally, as college ended, and they had both grown a lot – they decided to give it one more try. By the end of the summer, they were engaged.

William’s father absolutely loved Francine. He loved her work ethics, loved her ideas and creativity, so it wasn’t a surprise that after she got the St. James name attached to her own, he was offering her a job she couldn’t and definitely wouldn’t refuse. Jeffery St. James had two major companies he ran, and both were completely opposite from the other. He had a chain of resort and spas scattered in the U.S. and also in other countries. Working alongside his son who was Vice President. But he also had a clothing company, too. A brand that also had stores located all over, NOVA Clothing Co.

He had been looking for someone for awhile to help him run it. He wasn’t much of a fashion wizard but he had somehow grew the company enough that they were getting their name out there. And that’s why he needed someone who knew what they were doing. Who knew business but also understood fashion and changing trends. Francine was that person, and soon he was giving her full command over the company to run while he stood behind her and signed any papers that needed to be signed. It’s basically her company now, and Jeffery trusts her completely with it.

Now, Francine is content with who she is as a person. She still has small insecurities and fears of people leaving her when she needs them the most. But overall she’s happy with herself and the life she’s made. She’s an outgoing person, who only wants the best for herself and the people she cares about. While also being strong-headed and determined and sometimes a little too blunt and charismatic for her own good. Either way, things are good – and NOVA is turning into something big for her.

The only problem? While Francine believes that at one point in time she loved William – she isn’t so sure she does anymore. She’s realized, as she’s grown as a person that things have changed and they don’t seem the same anymore. Living the life they do, Francine appreciates the money but she knows she can be happy without it. While William, lives for that lifestyle. Just like his father, just like her father. Slowly, they’re pulling apart from each other. They usually only ever see each other at work meetings and when they’re going to bed – if they’re even both in town, which is rare. It’s heartbreaking for Francine. Because she’s not just losing a husband – but she’s losing her best friend. A divorce has been on the back of Francine’s mind for sometime now, but she knows if they divorce than everything she worked for will be gone. And while technically NOVA isn’t her company, she’s grown with it and molded it into something beautiful. And she doesn’t want to lose that when it’s really all she has.

Currently, Francine is living in Boston, content with staying in Massachusetts. Since it became a home away from home while she attended college. And she works at the Boston office for NOVA. But she also does a lot of traveling for work as well. Technically, she and William are living together in King’s Terrace. But with their work schedules they rarely see each other with how often William is gone on business trips since the resorts take up more of his time. But Francine isn’t complaining, because while she always wanted to have someone – she only feels like she’s in the room with a complete stranger when she’s with him.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST STRENGTH? HOW DOES IT COME IN HANDY?

I’m determined. I never take no for an answer. Even if I have to fight to get what I want, I will fight as hard as I can. Because even if I don’t get it, at least I know I tried my damnedest. 

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS? HOW DOES IT AFFECT YOUR DAY-TO-DAY LIFE?

I’m somewhat of a perfectionist. It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life, and while I’m much better than I used to be there are still some days everything that to be perfect or I might just have a bit of a freak out. 

WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?

Hopefully divorced but still with my business. I’m not sure, but hopefully somewhere magical. Happy, still married, maybe I’ll have some kids and my own empire.

WHAT BROUGHT YOU TO KING’S TERRACE?

It’s near my office and it’s just a nice cute apartment complex. William and I figured this was the perfect place to settle until we eventually move into an actual home. But that might not be anytime soon -- we’re enjoying where we are now.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND TELL YOUR YOUNGER SELF SOMETHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Don’t worry about who loves you, just love yourself. Be happy, have fun. Never let anyone’s opinion of you determine how you feel. You’re you. And that’s spectacular.