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-> Some art of my Gal <333

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hOW DID I MAKE A WOMAN SO BEAUTIFUL?????? OMG!. lOOK AT HER STYLING.

->dont repost my art, dont feed to a//i i do not consent. I own the copyright of all my art.

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Jane Zhao

D.O.B: 8th of November of 1905

Place of Birth: Oregon,USA.

Race: Chinese-American.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius// Chinese Zodiac: wood snake.

Parents: Yue Zhao (Shanghai,China) Maximilian Hao Zhang. (Oregon,USA. Native American dad,Chinese mom).

Backstory:

Jane was born originally in the small town of Asclepius Valley,Oregon. A small town similar to Milton Haven. Her mother,Yue,was a strict woman who demandes respect- However she wasnt as cold as some people would expect. She taught her daughter to be prepared,and to take no nonsense from everyone. She was also a midwife, which stoke her daughters love for medicine, and made her want to take up her last name when working.

Maximilian was a goofy man, he taught what he knew of his tribe,though being born outside of a reservoir meant he didnt know as much as he wanted to. He'd take his daughter camping in the beautiful forests of their home town, and forage things to make food out of. In those moments alone, he'd teach her chinese as well. While Yue was more strict about it, Maximilian offered to teach her all the curse words when she was older.

Her home,strict but loving, gave her all the confidence she needed to affront her life as a brown skinned, child of immigrants woman. She excelled during highschool out of her own volition and a voracious apettite for knowledge and learning. She gained a scholarship, and despite the segregation,she fought like hell to get into university and even more so for her residence at Asclepius Valley Hospital.

It's there she met her future brother in arms, Dexter Cross. He had come in because of a domestic accident while cooking, and Jane was covering for her friend and took the case of Mr.Cross. Then, he came back a few days later. And when Jane teased him about it, he returned the jab and in the process put the cornerstone of their friendship. Dexter began to come by to check on the staff, and his friend, bringing coffee and some pretty decent food.

Thanks to Dexter , she met Jared Lawson, her future husband, at the Honey Suckle Dinner. Jared tried as hard as he could to keep Jane's coffee on the house, and despite her complaining, he didnt stop. It was this stubborness that made Jane feel something towards the nerdy, beanstalk of a man. He was sweet, tender, friendly and a welcomed relief for all the stress and harshness Jane had in her life.

Eventually, they dated and married. They had two kids, Yu Ming (Born 1941) and Charles (born 1943). The children were brought up in the same household as Jane did, though she was more permissive in certain areas. Still, her kids learnt to respect her figure, and their fathers, but not out of fear but as respect of an equal. Jane had always been adamant about treating her kids like adults, and explain things to them as such.

When the Vietnam War broke out, Jane voluntarily answered the call and drafted alongside Dexter. Jared had made their friend swear to protect her in the muddy jungle, which he gladly accepted. Fate would see the friends pushed to different squadrons, but still Dexter visited when he was able. Jane meanwhile became the head nurse of the camp she was assigned to.

She met Alphonso Wheeler then, a kind man who wanted nothing more to check in on the staff out of the goodness of his heart. But Miss Zhao was skeptical at first- Wouldnt be the first time a soldier tried to get special treatment with kindness as currency. It took a bit to warm up to the man, she was very protective of her subordinates such as Ayzee Winters, a younger nurse.

But regardless, Her and Wheleer slowly built a close friendship. Wheeler checked in on her regularly, and though she bitched and moaned about it she was very appreciative of the gesture. His kindness made her eventually trust her more, and became near inseparable. So much so that Alphonso introduced his protege to her, a young radioman, coudnt be more than eighteen or nineteen.

Lucas Cole was a child in comparison to the other people he served with. But he was clever and quick, He was the secret IT guy for pretty much everything. His lack of knowing things showed in his handling of guns,despite using hunting rifles most of his life, he didnt realize how sensitive some of the weaponry was. It resulted in a bullet grazing his foot, and him being taken to the medical tent for proper care.

Jane, being the mother she was, kept teasing the boy about his mishap much like she had done with Dexter. Alphonso began to include the young man in his visits, and Jane grew attached to him (Maybe because she missed her children back home). She kept a hawks eye on him, and when she wasnt willingly going to see him, Lucas was breaking out of his drills and equipment maintenance to check in on her.

She was looked up to and respected in the community. There was always a few exceptions that couldnt see past their racism, and it usually ended with them in the medbay after Wheeler's little group (The Hounds) beated them within an inch of their life. The nurses under Jane's supervision didnt take kindly to these kinds of patients, Ayzee Winters the most, having grown a certain attachment to her.

Miss Winters was of Oceanic descent,despite her upbringing in England. She found kindness and acceptance in her supervisor, and bonded over being immigrants and being in this together. Ayzee wasnt vocal about her care for her, but followed her around and all but became her second in command.

During the war she had sweet moments and bitter ones. Such as the death of Dexter during a mission, then Alphonso's passing after a botched mission behind enemy lines. Lucas came back traumatized, speaking of being drugged and that it was that which made him accidentally shoot Alphonso.

Jane was there and fought for Lucas to stay, but he mightve asked one too many questions. Its not that Zhao didnt believe him, she had a healthy disrespect for authority but it validated her bias that her friend was too young for this. Maybe he was better off at home, she thought for a bit, until she was given a letter from Lucas detailing what he had seen and experienced.

She took it as a traumatized man's ramblings. But few days later she was offered to work at a project under military supervision given her track record. She had politely declined and laid low until the end of the war. She lost contact with Lucas and Ayzee,only seeing the Radioman during Wheeler's funeral- Not the most opportune place to ask for contact information.

Despite it all,Jane maintained her attitude and her love for her children and work. She stayed in Asclepius Valley Hospital working until she retired. She mourned her losses in her own time, and despite being absent for a few years Her children lived calm lives, But jane always wondered if Lucas was right...

She'd reunite with her friend in the 90s, and this time around she'd do anything to be by his side this time around.

Personality:

Positive traits: Dilligent, warm, kindhearted,caring. She demands respect and has an imposing presence. She goes straight to the point, being the balance between coddling and tough love. She'll see everything to the very end.

Negative traits: Given her past and the losses she sustained, especially with how disgraced Lucas was when he was kicked out the army, she feels like shes the only one that can carry the weight of the world. She beats herself up for not trusting Lucas' word, and she harbors a guilt for leaving her kids so early despite her husband and her own children reassuring that they didnt mind at the time. She gets in her own head about her issues and has a hard time letting others help, usually only her husband and kids can get through to her.

Fun Facts/Trivia/Extra information:

Jane always wrote home when she was able, sending so many letters helped her kids feel closer to her. This is part of the reason why her kids never got mad at her for leaving, And Jared made sure the kids understood why their mother did what they did.

As many health professionals, she smokes. Shes quit mostly, but she still does smoke when shes too stressed.

During the war she was 50 years old. During the game (1997) shes 70 (ignore she should be 80. Im doing this on purpose based on vibes alone).

Jared worked at the dinner but always had a thing for coding, he helps Lucas be able to run Snake in his radio device.

Desmond (ISM's main character for my friends that dont know the lore) did his resident at Acheron Falls Hospital, but in Jericannon he was between that and Asclepius Valley Hospital.

Asclepius is the greek god of medicine.

Yu Ming means "Bright Jade" and Jane's daughter carries a jade necklace.

Jane had a red bandana from her childhood that was a lucky charm during HS and University, when she reunites with lucas (in my Fic "Long Way To The Truth") she gives him her bandana. He keeps it as a treasure.

She is morally grey when it comes to her loved ones.

Jane held a roast show for the troops (see her tag for the fic!)

Yue wanted to be a doctor,but given the era she lived in she couldnt, so Jane sought out to become one in her honor. Hence why she wears her last name instead of her dads.

Her dad was a carpenter. Her mom worked as a midwife all her life.

Red is her main color,given it means luck in China. She speaks cantonese,mandarin and english.

Ocs mentioned: Ayzee Winters @gizm0-gadgetz . The nickname "The Hounds" was an idea from @graceandtheidiotsquad .

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Perfect time to post this. lOOK AT MY GIRL. BE INSANE ABOUT HER LIKE I AM PLEASE GOD. NICO I SAID IT BEFORE BUT IM SO THANKFUL AND I LOVE THIS ART SO MUCH. EATING ITTTTT.

Floating through to post this drawing of my bestie Jeri's OC Jane Zhao!! @screechinginthevoid

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She's so tiny compared to her nephew. HELP

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Roast Show Reprive. AKA "Who gave Jane a microphone?"

Cw: mentions of animal trafficking. (Lucas' platoon rescued a cat)

Summary: with spare time on their hands,the soldiers of Alpha Foxtrot decide to do something to make the troops laugh. With their dearest Jane at the helm.

Ocs mentioned: Ayzee ( @gizm0-gadgetz ) Noa and Rick ( @graceandtheidiotsquad )

There in the Jungle there was little to do. When they werent training,the soldiers would be fucking about in the canteen or the muck, betting ill gotten goods or working out. So the troops decided to do something, put on a comedy show.

The air had been grim lately,stress and boredom mixing together with patriotism and fear of survival. In a desire to be nice,Captain Alphonso Wheeler pulled some strings to have Head Nurse Jane Zhao at the helm of the show.

And what a mistake.

--C'mon boy,The show's about to start-- Alphonso put a hand on the shoulder of his lieutenant Lucas Cole,The radioman, who was currently fixing a radio.

--Five more minutes-- the other Man mumbled,like a child who wants to Keep sleeping. He had a white cat on his lap,purring up a storm.

The sweet kitten had bed rescued by the squad not too long ago. It was common to pick up strays,to save them from trafficking or companion animals for the soldiers.

--What are you,five?--The older Man insisted with a teasing yet lighthearted voice.-- C'mon,git ' off yer ass...-- he began walking away-- And bring commander fluffball witcha.

Knowing his friend wasnt taking "No" for an answer,he Drops his tools. Dedjectedly and quite huffy, he scoops up the purring feline and falls in line with his captain. --C'mon fluffy-- he murmured-- We're about to see comedy..

The canteen had been Turned into a small stage area. Troops Ate and mingled, the medical staff was fluttering about with the intention of being friendly,which was a first given how busy they usually are.

"The Hounds" as Alphonso's troop was nicknamed, had front row seats to the stage made of wooden crates And canteen tables. Speakers set up with a microphone stand. The murmuring of the crowd grows silent as head nurse Jane Zhao gets up on the stage and takes the microphone.

Something tells Lucas this is either the worst or best,idea Wheeler ever had.

--This thing on? Good-- Jane said. She was a small woman,but also a no-nonsense one. You could feel her step into a room,her presence was unmatched. She stood with her usual nurse outfit,never free enough to change,and her eyes have this deeply mischevious and excited glint to them-- And..are we all here?

The crowd cheered.

--Great. Then lets begin-- Jane took the microphone and began to slowly pace across the stage-- I know theres little to do here,in bumfuck nowhere-- some people snicker-- So its good to organize these things. Lord knows the higher Ups dont give two shits.

--Amen!--Alphonso says from his spot,some other soldiers agree with him.

-- I dont seem like the type,but im quite good at comedy-- She answered-- Roast comedy.

The crowd groans,others cheer excitedly. So this was it. Not a comedy show,but a roasting one. Nobody was more perfect for the role than the head nurse,who had embarassing story after embarassing story to tell. Nobody was coming out unscathed.

--Yeah,yeah,dont bitch about it -- she snickered-- Its either this or drills, choose one-- upon the silence of the crowd she says-- yes,thats what I thought.

--Man,the hell did you do?--Lucas asked,leaning over to his friend and mentor figure.

With the slow realization settling in,the sense of deep dread sinking down his chest, wheelers eyes widen with an embarassment that bordered on fear-- A mistake.

Jane waves off the complaining of the troops and stands by a Group of nurses sitting. They see Ayzee,a butch woman of short hair and defined muscles,looking up at her boss.

--Us nurses have a hard time going around with all the people here. Doesnt help we're running thin every day. -- she began-- A lot of the times, we're literally going by "Slap a bandaid on it and go". --She smirked-- And then theres Miss Winters over here,who had patched a bullet wound mid shooting with gauze and tape and sent the platoon on their way. Truly,amazing.

The crowd laughed,some clapped and Ayzee flipped her off with a tiny smirk. Jane then began to turn towards The Hounds,walking at a slow pace like a predator.

-- And "Slap on a band aid" isnt the only metaphor we go by. -- She continued,the attention of the room on her. Hanging on her every word-- Ever wondered where "Shoot yourself in the foot" comes from? I do. And im happy to say ive finally found the origin.

She stopped infront of The Hounds and looked down at the very young cadet wit a white cat on his lap. She smiles,and adds.

--Lucas Cole everyone!-- the troops explode in laughter,Lucas feels his face warm up. He also heckles at her,making her chuckle-- I still remember treating his dumb ass..

-- Give the kid a break!--Rick laughed, his blonde hair getting in the way of his sight. Seemingly fresh out of the shower.

--And that leads me right into "things you dont want to hear"-- She gestured at the blonde-- Here in the canteen we all get our food,unless you sneak in food like somebody I know-- she sneaks a glance to Alphonso-- Theres a reason Rick Hayes isnt allowed in kitchen duty. The phrase "Duck and Cover" shouldnt belong in a kitchen!-- laughter filled the room,Lucas even pushed Rick,who pushed him right back. -- It shouldnt! -- Jane insisted

The head nurse smiled,standing there with a kid like mischevious stance.

--Seriously! This guy should be in the demolitions squad!--She laughed. The crowd chuckles-- But hes here,with The Hounds,the best of our platoon. And I have to thank Noa for being the "Idiot Wrangler" of the Group. Saves me work-- She shrugged-- Though at this point she should go into the nanny bussiness. Hes got war time experience on the matter.

Noa laughed,alongside some of the other soldiers. -- I just might with your kids!

A round of "oooooh~!" Comes from the crowd. Jane laughed and waved him off-- Good one,Malie--she snickered-- And last but certainly not least, the captain Alphonso Wheeler. An invaluable veteran,who should be on his way to the retirement home by now.

More laughter and whistling fills the air,swelling like a tide. Alphonso laughed and yelled-- youre older than me! You bitch

The nurse cackled and said-- 'M taking you with me, asshole!

Continuing the show,the woman moved on to other grups. She jabbed and teased towards some of the other soldiers,couples of cadets and Nurses who werent as sneaky as they thought they'd be.

By the end,the air feels lighter,Jane exchanged a couple of words and returned to work. No time to waste, as always.

Yet by the end of the day,When she returns to her office (A tent) she couldnt help but wonder of her radio finally got fixed by the engieneers. She works better with music.

Upon her desk She finds a fresh cup of black coffee and chocolate. She chuckled and held the treat in her hands, seeing an "-A.W" written on the back. Thats Alphonso's way of saying "Try and talk shit about my contraband now"

And her radio,fixed, has a little note taped on the front. Written in green pen. "Thanks for making today lighter. PS. The commander helped -L.C"

Jane smiled,her eyes prickling with tears. She sits and enjoys the gifts she was given. She felt very lucky,despite all the stress, to be in this platoon. She was surrounded by Friends.

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Jane doodles!!! <33

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Jane doodles!!! <33

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Amos Kane Headcanons

->Amos Kane HCS. General/life pre! Tkc/post Tkc.

->I myself im not black, I am latine. If I got anything wrong or if you have anything to add about Amos being black please tell me. Always Open to learn, just be polite!.

->Hcs for other tkc characters are Open,I dont write x reader but I Will happily make general hcs for any character.

->This post is so Long. Eat up yall. I Will make my own amos kane content HE DESERVES IT.

->reblogs are appreciated.

->moodboard made by me.

Bisexual, fight me/hj.

Got his love for Jazz from his mother (Clementine Kane), she listened to Jazz while she cooked and cleaned,and when Amos was old enough,she took him to his first jazz bar.

He was often times compared to his older brother by his family,not on purpose (sometimes though his father would compare him to julius who was a Straight A+ student) but it did make him harbor a slight resentment to his brother. He got over most of it when he was a little older.(key Word,most of it)

In highschool he was your average student,brilliant but he was fine with just having a C or a B.

Julius got all the dates,he wars the popular kid. (Look at him and tell me im wrong),Big nerd too but there was something about him. Amos was semi popular by proxy,however he kept to himself.

That did not stop the fact that he got his own little fan club (women and men alike) but he always found it a little weird.

Didnt date much in highschool, he was charming and a total Lady/Man Killer once he opened up though.

He decided to learn how to play the saxophone during his sophmore Year,his mom and dad were saving to Get him a tenor saxophone for his birthday.

Amos got to practice music in his highschool's band/music club and once he got a job he could afford classes.

I think their family was pretty middle class,so his parents were saving up for both of their kids college. Hence why Amos had to get a job.

His first job was a record store! And since he knew a lot about jazz and Music in general he got to Open the shop to more of an older demographic. Which brought in more costumeres

Both him and Julius grew up in the house of life as well, I think they lived in the 21st nome up to their early/mid 20s.

Another point of comparison for Julius and amos is that as we know,julius was better than amos in magic. Which just fed at the slight envy Amos had.

Amos still loves his brother very much,always did. But there has been a few times where his scorn has gotten the best of him,especially during fights between him n his brother.

But going back to his life outside the house of life...

Amos got a small appartment with his own money (..and magic) and he was the chillest neighborg you could ever Ask for. He had made sure the walls are insolated so he can play as loud as he can

Always took his trash out, always said hi when someone passed by. Chill ass dude.

He sometimes played on his balcony when he needed to get out his feelings and a lot of the neighborgs and passerbys would just sit and hear him play

The reason why Amos moved out,was becuase he needed to separate himself from his family and find who he was. Cheesy maybe but hes always been in his brothers,his family's, shadow.

Despite that,he did follow some rules of his family.

Always dressed the best he could, making sure he looks perfect (as Julius told Carter, being a black Man in the USA makes it so that you always have to act and look a certain way to not get in trouble/be considered at the same level ) . Was always polite (even if he had to swallow his anger), had to always speak perfectly (barely could use any AAVE, or slang).

It pissed him off, and rightfully so. Having to perform a way and whitewash himself just to be "accepted". However he only ever complained about this to his Friends,

And speaking of Friends,around them the Real Amos came out, hes hilarious and charming, incredibly kind and so very loving and protective.

Hes the designated driver most of the time, he is the one that his AFAB Friends have given him the rights to guard their drink (hes got a MEAN RBF AND WILL INTIMIDATE SOMEOME INTO RUNNING AWAY IF NEEDED)

Most alive on the dancefloor,mans can DANCE.

Has gone to an incredible ammount of gay bars, hes seen Julius in some of them and both have laughed it off. (I hc Julius as pansexual,theres nothing Straight in that whole bloodline)

He orders those fancy ass drinks, he loves them.

Those glasses he uses are actually sun glasses,helps Him with his light sensitivity (theres also nothing neurotypical in that whole bloodline either)

As stated in a previous hc in this list, he studied music. Balancing magician studies and uni PLUS WORK had Amos seriously seeing himself with grey hairs even before julius ever even thought about it.

Hes gotten a few pets in his life, a few cats,birds and dogs.

The first cat he ever got on his own was a little black cat he rescued from the streets on a stormy night when he was walking back from a late uni class.

He heard the cat meowling cuz it was cold and he grabbed the sweet kitten and put it underneath his suit jacket without previous thought.

He named the cat Amunet. (He knows its very egyptian of him,he finds It hilarious)

Amunet was his quality control with ppl,for some reason the cat was incredibly good at sniffing out ppl who werent the best company.

Iskandar took Amunet in when she got older and a lot more fragile, Amos was fine with it since he knew she would be in good hands.

And before I change subjects here lemme add this:

Amos always dresses in suits,that doesnt mean he doesnt have any normal clothes. He does,but he uses them indoors or when hes getting groceries.

One of his neighborgs knocked on his door to ask for something and they found Amos wearing a black shirt with a jazz bar's logo and some blue plaid pants.

That outfit had no bussiness fitting him that well and that neighborgs had to leave from how red they were.

I also hc he does his own hair, he uses bonnets And that hes got a whole routine for his hair.

Seeing amos in a bonnet is a treat

I also hc his "barrel chest" body comes from his father,Amos barely works out, and hes fine with being a little chubby. Adds to his charm.

During And after the events of TKC.

Amos loved ruby, they were really good Friends with eachother. And was devastated when she died.

Was fuming and furious when Iskandar forbid him from seeing his family.

He loves his niece and nephew with a passion,def was the cool uncle. He was so angry that he could see his family.

Partially the reason why he move back into the 21st nome. He felt like he needed to be close to his family somehow (I hc their parents died or retired somewhere before the events of the saga and left the 21st nome)

He sometimes would sneak to london to make sure sadie was okay, it pissed him off to see her being bullied or seeing her grandparents not take care of her hair (I want curly haired sadie)

He was devastated when the whole Julius-osiris thing happened. He blamed himself for not doing something more to stop Julius (even if there was nothing he could do)

Set's possesion fucked him up obviously,Set would taunt him with all the mistakes hes done in his life, his feelings of inediquacy or his own minor inferiority complex.

He obviously dealt with PTSD afterwards, he had vivid nightmares and would wake up crying and screaming. He couldnt even stand the color red or the deserts or any mention of magic for a good while.

He could barely eat and let alone shower or get out of bed. His hair was a GODDAMN MESS and sometimes Carter and sadie would help him out (he didnt like the kids doing that but theyre as stubborn as he is)

He couldnt do magic for a while,so he couldnt help in restoring his house.

He missed his family dearly after he went to heal to the first nome.

During book 2 he slowly rediscovered himself, he met a therapist that was part of the house of life and she gladly took him in as a patient.

He started making contact with Set during book 2, Henc why set looked the way he did in russia.

It started off as small things,practicing "chaos" magic. Set slowly appeared in his dreams, first he was an ass and then he...started to warm up to Amos.

Which means Set low key fell in love with Amos. Because have you seen him? (Dark mlm story do go brr)

Set and Amos fucked,Amos topped. Dont ask me, I just know it.

During book 3 he never in his life imagined himself as the chief lector. But he saw this oportunity as a way to make change.

He followed the path of set, and hes damn good at it. Set could never step out of line with him ever again, and it was the closure Amos needed.

Some of the qualities of set rubbed off on him, he started having a darker/more sarcastic sense of humor, has done some harmless pranks and his flirting game has improved,theres some smooth/dark suaveness about him now.

Hes bootycalled set at some point I think. Set doesnt speak of it and Amos finds it hilarious.

His nightmares arent as horrible as they used to be, he barely has them now. But on the off change he has them, he Will Walk around the first nome to clear his head, play his saxophone and go back to bed.

The kanes have big parties for the holidays, the whole family comes to these cookouts they hold (yes,even julius and ruby! )

During these cookouts the kids get to see their family loosen up, ruby,amos and Julius act like college kids around eachother. They share 1 braincell

Its a sight to behold. Truly.

Once,Julius and Amos got into a playfight (as siblings do) and both ended up In the pool,making Sadie and Carter both flabbergasted and with New blackmail material.

Ruby was laughing so hard, she also told the kids of the brothers misadventures. The never saw their dad and uncle the same way since then (un a good way)

More hcs that idk where to put them

When ppl ask how he got KHUFU he always gives everyone a different story just to fuck with them. But truth is that he doesnt know or remeber how he got them

Philips of Macedonia was actually Amunet's first toy. It was an alligator, so then when iskandar took the cat in,Amos started to toy with the idea of making him a shabti.

He is a flirty drunk, he also laughs a lot more.

As chief lector he doesnt get days off,but oh he does take them sometimes. He spends the time to reconnect with his college buddies, have some fun around brooklyn,that kinda thing

Teaches sadie how to take care of her hair,takes her to black salons in brooklynn.

Very good chef. Very good,better than julius (he holds it over his brothers head a lot)

Sometimes when Julius and Amos bicker,neither know if its bcs of them being siblings or bcs set and osiris are siblings. Or both.

He has gotten a parental attachment to Walt as well, both are happy w it but they dont know if theres not some god fuckery going around.

Hes terrified of spiders,so is Julius. Both Will either jump on things to avoid it or fireball it to oblivion. When asked about it both Will vehemently deny it.

He took a love for horror after he made his peace with set. He thinks its bcs of well, the whole shebang with set.

Was really close to fireball someone after that someone tried to touch his hair after he had freshly taken care of it. He maintains that it wasnt an exageration (And I support his desicion)

Knows spanish,dont ask how. He knows it

(This is me proyecting but im sure hes got a weakness for latine people. I myself im latine so!!!!!! I can say what I want on it!!!!!)

Hes amassed costumes from around the world, little tricks when cooking or dance moves or even little things like leaving his shoes at the door.

Hes the quiet chaotic type, as in he Will be plotting about all the little seeds of chaos he can plant for weeks on end. Theyre harmless, really.

Loooves spicy food. Its cannon that he couldnt help but laugh when Carter couldnt handle the spice.

Avoids the news like the plague, he does read the newspaper sometimes if hes really bored.

He also follows some music magazines and news channel.

Hes gone to some concerts and has taken Sadie and Carter to some (I hc sadie as a big Sleep Token fan)

He took Carter and sadie to the same jazz bar his mom took him

Played happy birthday on his saxophone for his niece/nephew's bday.

Doesnt want to have kids,and hes fine with it.

He had dumb petty fights with Julius when they were kids.

Their rooms were Next to eachother in the 21st nome. So imagine the Shenanigans

They did grow up in the 21st nome, it was their family's house after all. However they couldnt really invite non magicians over. They never brought anyone home

Ruby was the first ever outsider to set foot in there.

Clementine and the brothers father absolutely ADORED Ruby.

Uncle was the kids god-father. Always made sure the kids had everything they needed.

Bent over backwards for his nephew/niece. Always Will.

Big family Man, obviously

WHEW. WHAT A FUCKING RIDE IT WAS. Anyway enjoy.

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Birds of a feather die together

Summary: in his coma,Allen meets the ferry of the dead and takes a few shots with the reaper himself.

Cw: Alcohol as a coping mechanism. Death and near death experiences, descriptions of being burnt alive.

->Ocs mentioned: Rick and Noa ( @graceandtheidiotsquad ) // Decay/Lazaro Castro and Sweetie Wells/ The Hare (mine)

First,There was the heat. Then the flash of flame, Burning Bones, and the sickly scent of flesh charred. Splintered tears taste of salt and pain,ever growing to the peak that caused the mind to crash out like a ship on the cliff on a dark night.

Stars fill Allens vision, he can taste iron in his mouth like a Penny under his throat as hes sent on his way to meet the ferryman of the dead. Weeping soul wanders with shaking legs,among the debries at his feet. One,two,three steps before his body gives out and falls like an oak tree at the hands of a blazing axe.

The white hot pain Fades into dreamless unconciousness, his head light as a feather- Quickly the white of the bristles and the white of his vision turn black.

Nothing but the lapping of the waves that engulf his form. The Fear of the dark would be almost too much for him had it not been for how peaceful he felt on the shore. The liquid fills his bloody mouth and he rolls down the wet sand.

The Ocean greets him with greed,used to taking the dead. He floats,his form going down the River Styx calmly- The Fire that once bit him now gone. Down the River he goes,rocked like a baby to sleep.

Sparks of blue,magenta and green slowly light up the black water he rests under. He can see them past his eyelids like neurons firing, like fireworks. He cant move but he doesnt want to,the beauty of the multicolor stars fill his view and he almost smiles.

Voices call,he hears the grit of a captain yelling orders to no-one, he hears sailors asking about the shipps damage. They all float with him down the Styx to meet the ferryman.

His form pushes to the soft sand of some distant shore. Allen feels his strength return as the waves rock his stranded whale looking form to the side as if urging him to get up.

His eyes Open,heavy and tired. His mouth is dry and tastes bitter and heavy like tar on his tongue. He coughs up a Penny sized black ooze.

On his knees,his locks feel heavier than normal. His body feels wobbly like hes made of gelatin.

One foot.

Then the other.

His hands hold his thighs and he swears he feels his bones in his grasp.

Steps dig into the sand,he feels something at his foot stretching like he has gum on his shoe. Unburdened of pain,only the dragging feeling, looks down to see himself completely black. Bubbly void of nothing.

He blinks once,twice,before he grabs his face and begins to scream like a madman. He runs uphill to the empty Patmos beach, he runs leaving a black trail behind. His Burning,desintegrating touch melts everything he slams against in his panic.

Through the forest,he brings down trees and he feels himself be dragged. He stumbles, he falls to the ground and yet still he runs. The dark Sky is filled with stars and yet he cant see where he is- settling into fear.

"Its elysium forest" he says to himself "im on the south trail" he says again. But the more he walks the more he gets lost.

Past the ren faire he got Turned around. Maybe because of the smell of smoke that made him even more anxious and the distant Orange Fire that seemed to walk hand in hand with a light he once thought to be the moon. But theres not two moons,not visible anyway.

He must have gotten Turned around.

Why is there a bar in the middle of the forest? The River infront of it with an old stone bridge lit by red and blue flames that flicker and dance beautifully. Ominous,gorgeous. Multicolor darkness of water crashes to the sturdy, cobblestone bridge he cant help but walk- Not run- Across.

"Hades Bar" reads the neon sign of crimson and cerulean with spider lillies and wine vine wreaths. The tall,gothic and rustic architecture of pale yellow plaster and black iron support beams seems somewhat cozy in his imposing figure. It seems small,and huge in only one blink.

The Windows, with curling bars of inky metal,let out a light blue light enter. He hears the faint sound of jazz. He has to go in.

And then, then there was the cold.

Freezing,absolute bone chilling cold that froze his form but for a moment before his shoulders drop and his body feels sturdier. Allen looks with panicked eyes at the people...

...people?

Black shadows all around. Laughing and drinking. Men and women, loudly speaking in jumbled garble.

The band playing,they glow blue and wear lion masks of white. They play the jazz and some wear a captains hat. Theyre Clad in cerulean clothes like those of old,beaurocrats. The singer is a woman of tanned,sun kissed skin with freckles. Her white dress has a sweethearts necklace and her hair is wavy and short with blue eyes that peek Through her rabbit mask.

She has a scarf around her hips,attached with a red spider lily and a clasp that showed a skeleton with a spiky crown.

--Help!--He screamed-- There's been a crash in Patmos bay!People need help-!

--They dont care. Dont waste your breath.

Ragged, wheezing voice with crystalizing breath of pure ice speaks behind him. Out of breath like he didnt have lungs,distinctively male.

Slowly,Allen turns.

And there,stands the ferryman.

Tall,imposing in his skeletal form. Pale,dry marrow with eyes dark as voids. A spiky,almost moth antennae sits on his head,decorated with skulls that emanate cold mist and red spider lillies. He wears black jewelry,a choker and harness around his bones. A cloth wrapped around his hips,a cloak that hides a pair of moth wings,both being a pale blue. He seems to be wearing heels given the way his feet click when he walks to lean over the bar

--Youre New-- The skeleton said-- Whats your name?

--...Allen- Allen Shore-- He answered,the anchor of fear and confusion falling down his throat and taking his tongue with him-- Whays uhm. Whats your name.

The skeleton waved his hand,as if to say that names dont really mean much to something like him.

--Folks call me the ferryman,or charon. But my name's Decay. -- he answered-- sit, ill make you a drink.

--I- Well. I cant-!-- Its then Allen sees himself in the reflection of the Window

His hair is Long and dripping black,a dragging weight as its grown in size. His eyes are bright beacons of yellow,his skin still brown. His dark blue turtleneck and trench coat fade into black,his feet almost elephant like and black as night. His scarf seemed greyer now, but held fast around his neck.

--This- this is a dream. Or a nightmare. This has to be-- Allen began,approaching the bar where Decay watched him with pity. Or something close like that.

--Youre here because youre dead. Or,well,soon to be-- decay answered-- Youre in my realm. Its a limbo of sorts.

--No im not-! The ship..and the flare gun..--he began,but the more he spoke the more things clicked.

Decay noticed,and simply said-- I have the worlds supply of alcohol. C'mon,this one's on me.

Allen walks with shaking steps. He sits without any Will as he leans over and grips his head in agony. He sobbs quietly,and he then feels decays hand mess with his inky hair. The coolness of the touch prevents Him from drowning in his own sorrow.

--Its okay-- the skeleton cooed with warmth in his icy breath. Still so raspy and devoid of life in his tone-- Look,theres a chance you'll survive.

Its then both see a long like of sailors come in. One after the other the shapes of ghastly black walk in and sit,with mild confusion and almost robotic way of moving as if they already knew.

-- Dont lie to my face-- Allen answered at such sight.

--No. Im not lying. You'd look like that-- he pointed at the ghosts-- Not like this. Youre on the edge, and id say on the good side of it since you still look so human.

Allen let his head hit the bar with a loud thud. He groans in both annoyance and exhasperation and with his hands on the back of his head he says in a muffled, honestly quite defeated..

--What do ya got...?

Decay scoffed-- Anything and everything. Just say the word.

--Can you like..make me the greasiest fries ever...and,Like, scotch or. Whiskey...or...

-- we got good scotch. Comin' right up-- Decay looked towards the kitchen's Windows leaning back like a bending tower-- Hey Noa! Tell Wheeler to make some greasy fries! And dont let Rick into the kitchen!

Decay then goes to work on that drink,and as he does so he explains what this place is. The collective unconcious,how this is technically a version of the dyonisus bar in Milton-Haven. Stuff begins to make sense somewhat,and Allen is just content with his food and his drink.

He takes maybe a glass of scotch before he turns to something lighter. Just a couple of light,foamy beers. It had been a spurr of the moment.

--Ive been getting people more recently now. -- Decay said-- You might wanna chat with the doc over there-- he pointed at a woman in the far corner.

Shes made of light and radio waves. She bends the space around her crackling with electricity that makes her eyes shine bright white. Glasses Sit on a tired and elegant face that is kisses by bangs and her hair is tied in a ponytail that sways like the frequency of radios.

-- Shes kinda in the same boat. Might be good for your mind. Or you can talk to Max and Virge over there-- He pointed to the opposite corner.

A Man with bull horns sat in a booth,drinking what must be his third glass of whiskey. He looks sad,and angry. He exhales black smoke and his eyes burn like fires. His skin has metal plates that give off so much heat you can see the waves. Theres a tail,barely visible,That sways impatiently.

He seems to be keeping watch over a smaller form. A girl of scarred face like cracked glass. Her hair is down yet it sways like it was under water. Her neck is black yet theres still traces of jagged lines, her pale dress is covered in dried blood and It hovers like its infront of a slow fan. She drinks some fruity cocktail and seems somewhat comfortable in the presence of the bullish man.

--Youre the only ones that dont look like shadowy figures. You and Flash,and my sister-- He explained.

--Flash? Sister?-- Allen asked

--Do you know the jungian concept of the shadow?

--No...?

Decay sighed and went around the bar to sit with him. He explains the concept of the shadow,the repressed emotions and thoughts and desires. He says he's a manifestation of Lazaro -Allen knew about him,his sister likes the beach. Hes heard theyre both sweet kids

Blaze was a firey,dragon Lady who roamed the ren fair in the forest. She was having something with flash, one of the veteran shadows around. A tall,spotlight carrying,heavily armed radio tower. While Flash has been around for some time,some 30 odd years, Decay had always seen him far away until now.

Max and Virginia were New,having arrived two months ago. And Rose was the most recent one,she seemed to have met Flash's human counterpart before she passed.

--Well,Why cant they...I dunno...ascend?

--Everyone here has unfinished bussines. Wandering souls-- Decay explained with almost fatherly warmth. So gentle for a Man of his looks-- Rose has a score to settle,virge and Max have yet to move on. Not everyone talks about what happened to them,so I dont know.

--Its not like the alcohol has much Effect.. -- the other Man pointed-- id be drunk by now.

--Its a placebo,mostly-- Decay agreed-- I have stuff to take care of but..-- he made a short pause,mulling over the idea un his head-- You sure you'll be good on your own?

--Ye-yeah? Its uhm..a lot to process..

--Just..tell the staff to come get me or flag one of the hounds in the kitchen. They'll be happy to help.

Decay got up, and began to walk away. But Allen calls out. Soft few Words.

--Decay?...thank you

The skeleton smiled,or did do to the best he could. He nodded-- Its nothing.

Allen stayed until closing hours,which seemed to be when the ferrymans human counterpart woke up. He didnt have to courage to talk to Max, nor did he think Virginia would want to exchange a few words and a dozen existential questions,and Rosemary seemed.. too bitter, nursing glass of whiskey after whiskey in her table

The "hounds" were friendly enough,yet they ran like headless chickens trying to manage the increase in costumers.

In the end,he was alone. But maybe its better,he wpuldnt be able to think of much else aside from...this

--Where do I go now?--Allen asked, standing beside Decay outside the closed bar.

The skeleton wore his cloak closed,hood passed over his head to shroud himself in frostbitten darkness. He seemed to move to face him,and simply said

--You came from Patmos beach. I can take you there. And maybe you can stay at home..-- He said,a voice so soft like a whisper made of silk-- The bar is always Open for you,and whoever else needs it.

--Okay...thanks-- Allen answered,and with his hands clasped together like a kid, he walks with Decay to his home. Silence in the air,all that can be heard is the distant rumbling of whatever else lived here

Theres not much to talk about that wouldnt trigger an existential crisis. But in this silent figure of Decay,he found comfort. Companionship,content. At least he wasnt alone.

Hes dropped off at his house,he sees the skeleton stand under a spotlight. Charon had stayed at the edge of the entrance out of respect,and he stands there in the mist. Allen had seen him remain standing there until he made sure the New shadow had entered his house

Then he turns,the cold air moving with the sway of his cape.

And the ferryman returns to the Styx.

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Half goop allen for a fic im writing

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Hey ism fandom! Got a question. Do you see most of the characters in a romantic or platonic/Familial way? Just so I know what to write.

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Hey ism fandom! Got a question. Do you see most of the characters in a romantic or platonic/Familial way? Just so I know what to write.

Also! Got a request? Send it over!

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Hey ism fandom! Got a question. Do you see most of the characters in a romantic or platonic/Familial way? Just so I know what to write.

Also! Got a request? Send it over!

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part 3. now with EVEN MORE lucas! and rainbow having emotions he doesn't care to have! and an incredibly subtle SCP reference! (you get a cookie if you find it)

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Joy amidst the worry.

Pairing: Desmond Wales x Reader. (S/o is only term used. Gender Neutral)

Summary: Desmond gets reminded not all of his life should be work.

A/n: Happens post game. So Desmond's all single now!

Desmond stirred from the comfy bed. His shape carved into the matress like clay. As the mild air of the room kissed his face,the warm sunlight pressed to his cheek as he rolled onto his side to touch the spot beside him.

He finds it empty,which prompts him to Open his eyes with soft fluttering. He yawns,body heavy with bones that have carried too much weight of the soul and heart. Slowly he sits,blinking slowly. Sloppily he reaches for his glasses,smudging the lenses in the process.

After getting up,he drags his form to the kitchen. He sees Lucas passed out on his couch,a Plate of breakfast empty on the coffee table.

MTV played in the background low on volume. He walks to the kitchen to see his lovely s/o cleaning the dirty plates. How they swing to the music,peaceful as a stream in the forest. Hands work dilligently,kissed in foam as the sponge squeaks against a glass.

--Mornin' love. -- He said softly. His heart fluttering with deep warmth. He smiled,though tired as he is he feels no need for coffee,having his dearest around.

--Heey! Was wonderin' when you were goin' to wake up.

--How did I get to bed?

--you passed out on your Office,Lucas helped out. You've become a heavy sleeper-- His s/o smiled as he hugged them from behind. His embrace squeezes them and they laugh under their breath.

--Mind if I make some coffee?

--Go 'head.

Desmond goes around his lover's left side, pressing a kiss to their lips. Despite his morning breath, its a pleaseant kiss. He kissed with his deep,sweet love which was a lot. With everything going on with Mayer, they rarely got these moments- Desmond was always working, and he was a bit shy about PDA when Lucas was around (Which was often,given the circumstances).

The Coffee machine comes to life with a whirr. As they finish washing the dishes, both hear lucas go "Coffee? you guys makin' coffee? i want some" in the sleepiest voice. With a laugh, they say --You better make some for him too.-- The therapist laughed-- C'mon,big man. a blush spread across the man's cheeks--Alright,alright. Yessir. --i'll be in the livingroom. --with that, they leave.

Lucas would get his coffee a few minutes later, and after drinking it he bids his goodbye to the couple.

--Do you think we'll ever be done with this?--Desmond talked, his hands holding the papers of information on the coffee table. Theres a ring of pale brown on the corner of the page. His S/o sits on his lap, a cup of their favorite drink in their grasp.

--We'll be done eventually. So long as we have eachother--His lover answered, one of their hands messing with his hair.

--Eventually--He sighed--Hey, quit it!

His dearest laughed, messing with his hair that had began to overgrow. Like this it covers his eyes. But they dont stop and mainly set down the cup on the table before pulling him down on the sofa. Desmond laughed too, and began to play fight. Eventually, they'll be done. But that doesnt mean they have to leave the rest of their life behind. Theres joy amidst all the worry.