#also big fan of the person who said he’s a tabby cat who thinks he’s a dog lol
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About Me: Favorite Animal Crossing Villagers
By now most of you should be aware I love Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Not only did I put it on my list of favorite games, I hosted at least a dozen different polls here on my blog because I couldn’t decide who should live on my island. It's just been a struggle figuring out who I like, what designs I vibe with, and all that. This is my first AC game, after all.
I have swapped out a few dozen animals in my journey of self-discovery, and on said journey I've discovered a few things. For example, I find the best Lazy and Cranky villagers to be ugly old bastards as opposed to cute ones, though there are exceptions to this rule. I've also found that, with few exceptions, I just can't stand Jocks; I find their personalities to be extremely grating, and even though there's a few I like the whole personality type has some of the blandest designs. This is something that effects Normal villagers too, but at least they have a few standouts like Coco; if Pigleg was still in the series, I wouldn't call Jocks the worst personality, but alas we do not live in that world.
Smug and Snooty villagers tend to be my favorite, as I find their designs and their characterization the most enjoyable. Not far behind is Cranky, those loveable curmudgeons. Everything else save Jocks are fine by me, and even then there are a handful of Jocks I enjoy... just not enough to want to keep them around.
As for animals... I'm a big fan of the rabbits and cats, that's for sure. Wolves too; I don't think there's a bad wolf in the series. There's also not a single bad octopus, but seeing as there's only four of them it would be hard to fuck them up too much. A lot of other species tend to be hit or miss for me, like mice, rhinos, hippos, alligators, and horses; some designs are great, others are just boring or bad. I really am not a fan of kangaroos, especially the female ones, and I find monkeys to be really bland (even Tiansheng, one of the only Jocks I like, has a really boring design despite the cool inspiration behind it). Tigers are pretty dull as well, and every hamster that isn't Marlo or Clay is just really unpleasant to look at.
Still, I think ducks and birds are my least favorite of them all, as I hate just about every single one of them. Ostriches and eagles are cool, penguins are fine, but ducks and birds are just utterly repulsive to me. But I think the fun of this series is that no matter how weird or ugly I personally find an animal, there's gonna be a whole bunch of people who love it.
There’s actually 4 categories of honorable mentions this time! The first is villagers I met on my wife’s island but never moved to my own; these are Octavian, Tia, Lily, Sprocket, and Raymond. The second is villagers I like but who aren’t in this game, which would be Ganon, Medli, Inkwell, and Pigleg. Then there is the final category, villagers who have never moved to my island: Wart Jr., Freya, Chief, Merry, Monique, Apollo, Tabby, Hopkins, Bettina, Cesar, Louie, and Stinky. The final category is villagers I have had but who didn’t make the cut: Chèvre, Gladys, Clay, Bob, Pietro, and Walt.
30. Barold
Barold is perhaps the ugliest bastard of all, looking like Lester from GTAV, but that and his disturbing wall of camera feeds he has in his house makes him the most hilarious Lazy villager around.
29. Fang
As far as wolves go, Fang is incredibly basic, but it's hard not to like this cute Cranky in his adorable sweater.
28. Roscoe
Talk about an ensemble dark horse! Roscoe is the only Cranky horse, but his chess motif and his striking red eyes make him the only Cranky horse you could ever need.
27. Tiansheng
The only Jock who makes my list, by token of being inspired by Sun Wukong. It's a shame he has one of the worst houses of the 2.0 update villagers, or he may have been higher on this list.
26. Drago
Looking for a cool alligator village? Enter this dragon, a Lazy beast with one of the better houses for a mythical creature villager.
25. Julian
Julian is a Smug, feminine unicorn boy with impeccable style. Unfortunately, much like his fellow mythological creature villager Hans, he is saddled with a terrible house, but his good looks make up for it.
24. Ione
She's a glow in the dark starry gamer girl squirrel whose birthday is on 9/11. Literally everything about her is perfect.
23. Sasha
The ever-popular twink rabbit makes my list, but he's pretty low because I find the weird, sloppy manchild dialogue weird coming from someone this incredibly cute. It's an odd juxtaposition, but maybe it bothers me because combined with his love of stuffed animals he reminds me too much of myself ten years ago.
22. Olivia
Much like most Snooty cats, Olivia serves cunt. Just look at her. I love the pattern on her feet, which look like a pair of mismatched socks, and her big cat eyes.
21. Beardo
He looks like a 70s porn star, he dresses like a Victorian detective, and I once caught him trying to rope Muffy into his weird mommy fetish... Literally what's not to love about this nutjob?
20. Hans
My first Smug villager, the most dapper yeti around. His house sucked unfortunately, but there never has been a villager quite as groovy as he was.
19. Dobie
Seeing as he is a grumpy old writer, Dobie is essentially literally me from the future. He has such a delightful wise old grandpa design.
18. Marina
There are no bad octopuses, that much I can say for sure, and even then Marina stands out among them for being overwhelmingly pink and sweet.
17. Whitney
The wolf who serves the most cunt. Whitney has a rather basic design, but the white fur, blue eyes, and love of gorgeous dresses make her extremely appealing. It doesn't feel right having her without Apollo, though.
16. Boris
Boris is frequently at the bottom of the popularity polls, and I get it. His house has an Egyptian theme for some reason and he's not the prettiest guy around. But if Boris only has one fan, that fan is me.
15. Shino
2.0 brought us this demon deer with that traditional Japanese style. She's a little basic if I'm being honest, but the personality and her inability to close her eyes all the way and her cute little fangs make her appealing as all hell.
14. Muffy
She's a goth sheep. That's fucking awesome.
13. Petri
The red and blue ears and literal lab rat style are plenty appealing, but I think Petri's finest quality is how she has the prettiest eyes hidden behind those big mad scientist specs.
12. Marshal
This pint-sized Smug caffeine addict was my wife’s first Smug villager, and she disliked him so much she gave him to me… and I replaced him. It’s one of my biggest regrets now, because I love this little bastard so much. Maybe someday he’ll return.
11. Ruby
Being an albino bunny gives her a rather striking design, and she has an awesome moon-themed house. My daughter really loved her too, but she loves any bunny she sees.
10. Tucker
Somehow this guy is consistently near the bottom of the NH popularity poll... why? He's one of the most unique villagers in the series, being a caveman wooly mammoth! Why do people hate this lad?
9. Vic
Look at this fucking majestic picture. Look at this viking bull. He has a pirate theme in his house, too, so he might very well be the most perfect Cranky villager ever. What a badass.
8. Kidd
This handsome boy is currently residing on my island, and as much as I miss Marshal, I'm very happy with this purple goat. I mean, he has a lava lamp in his house, that counts for a lot.
7. Tiffany
Out of every cunt-serving Snooty villager, Tiffany might be my favorite (even if she's not exactly popular). I love her old-time stripper look, and her casino/game room-themed house, and just the huge amount of personality in her design. She's almost my favorite bunny.
6. Coco
That honor, however, goes to Coco. I love the weird and unique villagers with really out-there concepts, like Stitches the living teddy bear or Hopkins the living pool toy, but Coco the haniwa bunny really takes the cake. The fact she's also a Normal villager despite being a living clay statue is absolutely hilarious.
5. Cherry
Cherry is a villager I wasn't sure I really liked at first because of the odd placement of her mouth, but she definitely grew on me. She's got impeccable fashion and has the rare Big Sister personality on her, two things that really go well together.
4. Phoebe
A fiery Big Sister phoenix, and one of my starter villagers. She probably has the best house of any of the mythical creatures, seeing as it's an awesome lava cave. For a long time she was absent from my island, but finally she has returned, and I couldn't be happier. I missed this pretty bird.
3. Cephalobot
I have had so many moments of doubt regarding this robot buddy. I've considered sending him away, replacing him with another Smug villager... but my god, he is too damn cute and sweet! He's given me his photo twice and constantly says that I'm his best friend! How could I ever get rid of him?
2. Audie
Another one of my favorite villains from my wife's island, she appeared on my island early before being replaced because I didn't want to copy my wife. Needless to say, this was a stupid decision, and when she appeared to me again she triumphantly returned and is here to stay. This foxy lady is easily my favorite wolf of them all.
Ankha
Ankha was a village my wife and I time travelled extensively for, hunting the campsite and praying for her to appear, and when I got my own copy of New Horizons my wife let me take her in for my own island. Essentially, Ankha is my best friend in this game, and I have a very big emotional attachment to her, especially since she's the first villager who ever gave me a photo.
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JUNGKOOK X READER PART 2 - Is this real life or am I in a drama?
Part 2 of my little Jungkook x Reader story. For all who need a recap of Part 1: You are a young vet, just trying to make your way home from work when suddenly Jungkook falls right into your car, taking refuge from a group of sasaengs. You give him a ride home and he exchanges contact details with you, promising to stay in touch.
The prompt for part 2 is: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”
For the next few days, all you could think about was that meeting. It still seemed so very surreal. And you didn’t even dare tell anyone about the incident, because who would really believe you? Even your best friends and work colleagues would just raise and eyebrow and shake their heads most likely. Such things simply didn’t happen to people. They were part of k-drama scripts or popular web toons and after a week, you did start to wonder if it had all been some kind of strange dream.
But exactly that evening, when you had just come out of the shower to enjoy a cup of tea and a new episode of your favourite show, your phone beeped with a new Kakao Talk message. You gave your phone a lazy glance and then almost dropped your mug when you saw it was from none other than Jungkook.
JK: “I’m sorry for the late reply, Miss Vet. Things got kinda hectic. But I have not forgotten my promise. I still owe you that thank you.”
You had to reread that message a few times and for a second you wondered if it was a scam perhaps, but who else would now about that event but him? For a second you wondered what to answer before typing:
Y/N: “No problem. You are an idol after all. And you did already thank me.”
It took only a few seconds until his answer popped up.
JK: “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”
Wow, did he know how cool that sounded?
Y/N: “You don’t have to worry. Really. I’m glad I could help.”
This time he took a bit longer to reply.
JK: “Do you like flowers?”
Y/N: “Yes of course. Who doesn’t?”
JK: “Which ones are your favourites?”
That one was harder to answer. You liked quite a few and just named them all, allowing him to make the final choice.
JK: “Great. Can I send them to your workplace? I don’t think florists deliver late in the evening.”
It was sweet that he was so dead set on sending you flowers as a proper thank you and while part of you was delighted, the other part wondered how to explain the bouquet to your colleagues at the vet office. Still, you typed in your adress and sent it out.
From then on you thought the conversation would end, but apparently Jungkook was in a talkative mood. He revealed that he had a free evening and was just relaxing on the couch with a good meal, before asking you what you were up to. You told him about the drama and he suggested watching at the same time, sharing comments through text.
You had never done anything like it before, least of all with a stranger, but Jungkook seemed so nice and it didn’t feel so intimidating to write with an idol over messages. And after the first few shared comments, you actually started to really enjoy it. You two ended up talking throughout the entire episode, which was almost an hour long and then even half an hour on top until Jungkook announced that he was heading to bed. Noticing the time, you realized it was time to hit the pillows yourself.
But as you laid there in your bed, you kept reading through the chat history, as if making sure it was still real. Especially that “Goog Night” with the cute little emoji brought a smile to your face, before you finally turned off the night light.
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For the next two weeks, he kept writing texts every other day. Sometimes it was just a random “How are you?” or a comment to your recently posted Kakao Story that he didn’t dare post publicly. But sometimes he would ask if you were watching that drama again to share comments in real time. It had become kind of a ritual when the third week started and a day without his messages felt weird. You still couldn’t tell anyone about it, but your friends and colleagues did start noticing your smiles and your eager grabs for the phone. But whenever they teased, you just said it was some guy online. Their would never believe the truth and you didn’t want to put Jungkook in trouble either. You had seen how crazy his fans could be, so the last thing he needed was your chats to become the topic of online gossip. Besides, it was kind of exhilarating to have a secret like that. At this point, you had already totally forgotten about the flowers.
During the fourth week of knowing Jungkook, you were staying late at the clinic, taking your regular night shift to take care of your little patients. You had just made your rounds, giving all the animals their medicine and checking on their bandages, before sitting down in the reception area, in case of emergencies coming in. But it was a super quiet evening, so you took out your phone. Almost on cue, a message popped up: “Finished work?”
Y/N: “Nope, having a night shift today.”
JK: “Oh, sounds tough.”
Y/N: “Not really. It’s quiet tonight.”
Nothing came after that and you put the phone away again, turning your head to the entry, the glassdoor giving you a perfect view of the rain shower outside. It really was coming down hard today. Bored, you took another round visiting your furry patients, giving them an extra round of cuddles. Suddenly the sound of the door tore through the hallway and you were quick to place the cat with the broken paw down to go and check on the new arrival.
You were utterly stunned to see Jungkook standing in the half opened door, dripping wet and with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.
“It’s pouring rain! Why are you here?!”, you exclaimed, approaching him with a shake of your head.
“Well, florists dont deliver at this hour.”, he said cheekily with a shrug. “So I came personally.”
He held out the dripping bouquet to you, which you took gratefully, enjoying the heavy fragrance of the flowers.
“You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. They are gorgeous.”, you said, sending him a smile, before inviting him to the staff room.
“Let me make you a tea and grab you a towel.”
“You got coffee instead?”, he asked, running a hand through his hair. It had changed color, you noticed, though you also instantly thought that you prefered it black.
A few minutes later you came back with a small towel and a steaming cup of coffee, taking a seat across from him at the small table. The entire room was tiny, but it was enough for the team.
“So this is where you work, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s a good place. It has nice people and I like how we truly take our time for each patient.”, you explained. You knew that not every clinic was like that, having done internships elsewhere during your studies.
“Aren’t you busy though?”, it was now your turn to ask him a question.
“I am most nights, but we do get our time off as well.”, Jungkook replied. “Our agency is a good place too.” You nodded, having read up a bit about Big Hit since your meeting with one of their idols. You also realized that you did know and enjoy quite a few of BTS’ songs, even though you had never been able to put a face to them. Now you enjoyed them even more.
“Do you want a tour?”, you asked, after a minute of silence fell between you, during which Jungkook tried to dry his hair. He agreed with a nod, before following you around. There wasn’t much to show, but he did spend some time in the patient rooms, giving the animals some pets and cuddles. He was good with them, you notcied and they seemed to like him in return.
“You have two cats at home, right?”, he asked, his hand still stroking a fat tabby, who was at the clinic because of stomach problems. The owner insisted something was wrong with him, even though you had determined that he just needed a change in food and a consistent diet.
“Yeah, Mr. Paws and Pogi.”, you replied. “I got them both from here, when the owners didn’t want them anymore.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you, one of his eyebrows raised. “People do that?”
“Sometimes, unfortunately. Mr. Paws has a missing paw, ironically. We had to amputate it and the owner thought his cat would need special treatment because of it. And Pogi just needs regular medication and special food.” Small things really, but some owners just couldn’t handle it.
“I saw pictures of them and I never notcied the missing paw.”, Jungkook said.
“I don’t make a point of making it the focus on pictures.”
You ended the tour back in the staff room, where Jungkook took his coffee for a few sips, the drink instantly helping to warm him up.
“I have to miss our drama this friday.”, he suddenly announced. “So you have to give me detailed updates or at least a good summary.”
“You could just watch the rerun online.”, you suggested.
“It’s no fun alone. So unless you can wait a day for the new episode...”
“I make no promises, since the last episode ended on a cliffhanger.. but I’ll try to be patient.” He smiled at your humor, but you were serous. The show was more enjoyable with him.
“How did you get here?”, you eventually asked.
“I took a cab, but told them to let me out in front of a restaurant nearby. From there I walked.” In the pouring rain no less. Probably so the cab driver wouldn’t tell where he went. It was a clever ruse, but it was a shame that it was even necessary.
“Need a ride home?”, you asked. “I think I’m not a bad driver and I have some minor experience with idol passengers.”
His smile grew even wider at that. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“But I do stil have to work for an hour before I can take my break.”, you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
“Just a break? What time do you go home?”
“This is just like a hospital with normal night shifts. Usually they are covered by our senior staff, but because some are on holiday, the task falls to me. So today, I’m staying till 7am. But I get the next day off.”, you explained. Those almost 24 hour shifts were draining, but rare, so you didn’t mind them at all.
“Oh, I think I will need loads of coffee to make it until 7am...”, he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I might as well keep you company. That will be the perfect way to show my gratitude.”
“You really don’t have you...”; you started.
“I have a free day tomorrow as well, so I don’t mind.”, he insisted casually. “Besides, we get a chance to talk about that drama in person. It’s easier than typing.”
You still didn’t get why he wanted to stay. Somehow you could not imagine that it was because he simply started to enjoy your company through your online talks.
For almost the whole night, you just talked and drank copious amounts of coffee. He followed you on your patrol rounds, helping you with minor tasks whenever he could. And although it was strange, it was the best night shift ever. Most of the time, it didn’t feel like you were hanging out with an idol, but just with a really nice guy. A really handsome one at that.
“This is nice.”, Jungkook said, voicing what you had been thinking. “But I do need another coffee.”
“You could also just take a nap.”, you offered. “I’ll wake you before it’s time to go.” It was already 4 am at this point.
He seemed to think about the offer. “Ok, but we will grab some breakfast together to make up for lost time.”
Did he really feel like he owed you all this time? You weren’t quite sure what to answer, so you just nodded and went to grab him a blanket. There was a small sofa in the staff room specifically for the nightshift or patients who could not see blood.
“Goodnight, Jungkook.”
“Goodnight, Y/N”
Hearing it live was so much better than reading his text you decided. And with a smile you made yourself another coffee to last the remaining hours.
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Tricks Over Treats
two versions woo hee
and then the writing piece to go along with it
“An Alternate Desire”
For an all popular DJ, he had a lot more to know about him than what was known to the public, some of which stayed shrouded in mystery to even his boyfriend and closest friends. One of the things he did make very clear to anyone who saw him around that time of year was that he was a HUGE fan of Halloween. Spooky jack-o-lanterns, sweets, costumes, he still thoroughly enjoyed it, even as an adult. He loved remixing classic Halloween tunes to add a more techno vibe to them, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon. And finally, he loved the scares; he was willing to be a bit sick around that time of year with his jokes, as anything scary was widely accepted and usually expected.
Especially not now, when there’s a Halloween party for all the musicians in Rhythm Heaven to attend, as well as any plus 1’s they might wish to have with them. Hosted by the rap men (obviously) and having as many different types of music as you could think of playing one after the other in the main hall, it was going to be a great party to have a good laugh. And for everyone to see any friends they had made since the Battle Of The Bands.
DJ Yellow, of course, had Blue with him. While his boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of that scary time of year, he still enjoyed talking to some of the others and seeing them all happy.
“I need to put my costume on in the car, but I’ll be inside in just a moment!” DJ Yellow said, nudging his partner while they were in the entrance hall.
“…Why didn’t you just put it on while we were at the apartment?” Blue asked, turning around. His costume itself was rather plain, he was just dressed as a vampire with a little bit of fake blood on his chin, but he was perfectly happy with that. It was one of the few times of year when he’d go out with his dreadlocks down, too.
“Cause! I wanted it to be a surprise for you too!” Deej gave a quick finger gun, before slipping out the door. His boyfriend sighed, feeling only mildly inconvenienced that he’d need to be alone at a party for a few minutes, and moreover very anxious. He never was one for direct social interaction.
As he walked into the main hall, he was immediately addressed. “Heeey, Blue!” A happy sounding, higher pitched voice called out to him, and he immediately knew who it was. “Where’s Yellow?” B.B. Rocker asked him, standing shorter than him and only around his chest height.
“Yellow’s in the car putting his costume on. Chances are, he just forgot to put it on at home.” He replied, looking down at his friend. They wore a costume that was… on the stranger side, but not out of character for them. It was an orange-white tabby cat suit with a denim dress put on over it, a pair of matching cat ears sitting in their ginger hair. They looked rather cute, if Blue’s bisexual ass could say so himself.
“Ah, so did J.J. He’s getting changed in the bathroom.” They turned away, looking down another hallway in the back of that room.
Blue sighed. “Oh boy…”
“What?”
“J.J.’s here, Yellow’s gonna be here soon. Chances are sometime in the night that is not going to end well.” He folded his arms, glancing away. There were certainly a lot of people there, like MC Adore and her love posse all in matching costumes, the Pop Singer Yui in a cutesy zombie outfit, and apparently even the rap women had managed to slip in, as Rosebud and Sapphie were happily talking to a trio of ghosts. What stood out to him, though, was the fact that the rap men were nowhere to be seen. If they were hosting that gig, they should’ve either been in the entrance hall greeting people, or in the main hall talking.
“Oh, you’re right. Guess we’ll just have to hope they don’t directly cross paths and say something shitty to each other, huh?” B.B. sighed as well, holding the back of their neck.
“You know it’s more likely for J.J. to say something shitty than for Yellow to. Yellow’s not an asshole, he’s just a…” Blue went quiet as he lost his words.
“…A snarky asshole?”
“That.” He motioned in confirmation to them. He looked back over at the rap women, noticing that the Big Rock Finish ghosts were leaving. “I’m gonna go ask the rap women where their brothers are, if Yellow comes in, tell him I’ll be right back.”
“Alrighty!” With that, he walked away, leaving B.B. by the entrance.
As he got closer to the snack table, he was able to tell what Rosebud and Sapphie were wearing as costumes. They were matching, as expected from the two of them, and had gone for a western theme. Rosebud was dressed as a saloon dancer, a crimson skirt falling to the back of her ankles and a corset tied around her waist. It also seemed that she had taken the opportunity to wear something only a bit more revealing than her usual outfits. Sapphie was dressed as a cowgirl, hiding her eyes in the shadow of a ten gallon hat, and wearing open bottom pants. The two certainly matched, but had their own ways of doing it, the mutual color palette between their costumes tying it together.
“Excuse me, girls?” He asked, and the two turned over to face him.
“Oh, hi Blue.” Sapphie humbly waved at him, smiling. “Do you need something?”
“I don’t, but I want to ask- where are your brothers?” The two ladies' expressions tensed.
“Jasper and Goldie? Uh…” Rosebud’s eyebrows furrowed. “…I don’t know, actually. Sapphire?” She looked up at her girlfriend.
The taller woman shrugged. “I haven’t seen either of them since they left the recording studio, but they’re probably somewhere around here. Sorry, Blue.”
“Hm.” Blue looked skeptical, glancing behind him. “Alright then. I need to go back to B.B., you two have fun.” He turned around, his dreadlocks nearly whipping him in the face.
“Bye-bye!” Rosebud said as he walked away.
When he got back over to his rock student friend, they looked confused. “Is something wrong, B.B?” He asked, and they turned to him.
“No, no, nothing. Just… JJ is taking an awful long while to put his costume on. He went in just before you arrived.” They put a hand behind their head, “We’re supposed to be a cat and a dog, so he might be struggling with the suit or something.”
“Now that you mention it, if Yellow is taking this long to put it on, then he really should’ve put it on at the apartment-“
As if on cue, the door opened, and DJ Yellow slid in overdramatically. Since nobody noticed him except BB and Blue, he got up in one quick motion, turning over to them. “Hey guys!” He said happily, walking over. His costume was made of… really dark colors, something completely out of character for him. It was all black with a dark red cape that made his neck completely covered, looking completely out of place while paired with his unaltered hair and headphones. For reasons neither of them could decipher, he also carried a lit jack-o-lantern.
“Hey Yellow..?” BB raised an eyebrow, giving a short wave.
“…” Blue spent several seconds trying to decipher what his lover was wearing, before sighing. “Yellow, what are you supposed to be?”
The DJ walked over and leaned against his taller counterpart’s arm as though he was trying to lean against his shoulder but was just too short to do so. “A surprise.”
“That’s what you said when you were putting ON the costume.” The sarcastic remark made Yellow chuckle.
“Yes, but what I’m gonna do in this costume is also a surprise.”
“Just tell us what the costume is, Deej!” The rockstar leaned in, and mysterious refusal after cryptic refusal soon descended into laughter and casual conversation. It was rare for Yellow to oblige to interact with BB, but Blue was glad that they could get along on a night like that.
But… he still couldn’t downplay it.
Something was wrong.
Or off.
Yellow didn’t sound like himself, nor did his mouth follow his words. His mouth had a delay compared to his words, as though his head and his voice box were working as two separate parts rather than as the same body. His voice sounded less like his smug and casual self was talking and more like some kind of modulation, as though a robot with his voice was reading from a script and trying to sound like a person.
Blue chalked it up to one of two things. One idea was that the tragedy striking Heaven World had hailed itself down to Earth World and struck the man right before him- they were called Alternates, and they took the places of people, making themselves look completely like them- except they had the ability to do things that were biologically impossible, like rip their head off and live, or be engulfed in flames and come out without a scar. Both of those things were examples that Heaven World had given out across the entire land, as they were things they had tried to do to kill Alternates. So far, though, the only way discovered to kill an Alternate was to stab it in the third eye, which appeared somewhere on the body and was usually a spot like the arm, neck, or leg.
What Alternates did with people was unknown, but all that was figured out was the disappearances of many, many real people, and the replacement and spreading of fake versions.
DJ Yellow was either an alternate… or pulling a sick joke and pretending to be one. It wasn’t far fetched to expect him to pull a downright awful joke like that at a Halloween party, so Blue shrugged it off like nothing, knowing that he was probably the only one at that party who paid attention to news from Heaven World. Considering that the DJ hadn’t started acting weird like that until they HAD reached the party, it seemed more logical than just immediately assuming the person before him was fake.
A few hours passed. Music played, fatty and sweet food was eaten, and musicians and their plus 1’s spoke to one another. Only a few minutes after their conversation had happened, the rap men entered the main hall from the back, dressed in matching costumes that looked like zombies. It depended on the person whether or not watching them question how the fuck their sisters had gotten in was entertaining or not, but the girls weren’t kicked out either way.
Everything seemed to be pulling together finely, until…
JJ and Yellow hadn’t seen each other at all that night, until at one point, the DJ was asked to get an alcoholic drink from the kitchen. The alcohol wasn’t out freely at the snack tables, just to make sure nobody accidentally drank liquor or beer over dyed punch, so people would usually ask their partner to get a drink for them from the back.
JJ was returning from the back hall just as Yellow was descending down it, and it seemed the rockstar couldn’t resist a small remark. “And what are you supposed to be?” He said as the two were about to cross paths.
DJ Yellow stopped in his place, a cocky smirk on his face. “The headless horseman, obviously.” He held up the jack-o-lantern, holding it in front of his head.
“You have a head, DJ.” The other musician glared, raising an eyebrow.
There was a sudden tension in the air as the two realized they were alone in that hallway, and the door to the main hall was completely shut. “You think so?” Yellow turned his head and raised an eyebrow. Before JJ could even say anything-
He thrust the jack-o-lantern backwards.
It slammed into his head and he fell backwards, the lit candle squishing against his face and setting his hair on fire, hot wax falling onto his skin. JJ was stunned silent as he watched DJ Yellow’s body stand up without his head, leaving the smoldering wax and flesh on the floor. “Isn’t this a funny costume, JJ?” All of the remnants of his original voice were replaced by the whispering, fake voice of an alternate person.
“Wh- wha- what the fuck-?!” The rockstar couldn’t scream, he could only let out hushed curses. What he saw didn’t feel real in the slightest. As the other man stood up, he could see that the place where his head and his neck had separated held no arteries or bones, but only one bloodshot yellow eye. Blood leaked down his neck as his head smoldered in flames, melting as though it in itself was made of wax.
DJ Yellow stood back up. He turned around and picked up the pile of wax, human flesh, and pumpkin flesh, shaping it back together with his hands. “The look on your face- I don’t think I’ve ever been more entertained!” He laughed, “You’d never believe how long I’ve been waiting to pull that trick. I love being in the body of someone who finds jokes funny!” With that, he put his head back on his neck, tying his cape carefully so that the blood of his neck was veiled.
He walked right up to the rockstar’s face, leaning close.
“Be lucky this isn’t Heaven World.”
so yeah there’s your “yellow becomes a fucking cryptid” writing piece lmao
#rhythm heaven#dj school#rhythm tengoku#dj yellow#rap men#rap women#the rockers#horror writing#gore tw#tw gore#tw dark content#edners 2021 month of macabre art#chances are this is stuffed with typos i don’t proofread lmao
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Folklore: Popular Characters
Stories are extremely diverse in the Territory thanks to the sheer distance between the various groups - things are bound to be localized to certain families or minor collectives when it takes two days to travel from the home of the Marish to the top of the valley, and especially when some like to stay where they are and elaborate on their tales over time. However, there are recurring names and descriptions that have lasted generations thanks to their versatile nature and popular types of personalities and archetypes those characters embody. These are the biggest ones that almost everyone would know and agree upon, even if they’ve only heard fables from their own stationary family.
Kine: A massive red-brown and white molly with curled ears and a strangely furred tail. She stars in stories more along the lines of the tall tales found in the early days of the United States; her strength is always exaggerated to the point of absurdity. However, with the style of storytelling used for her, it seems to make perfect sense and explains various landmarks within the Territory being a result of her swiping and missing a foe, or heaving a boulder with her tail, or making some other casual motion that would be impossible for a regular cat to affect the earth as she does. Obviously, she’s very popular with the Plage, and most likely originated there.
Ratze: A thin and lanky, plain grey-brown tom with a long face and ears. Ratze is clever and fast-thinking, but fair and generally pretty kind. He serves to teach kits to think through their problems rather than slam their heads against it until it goes away. His stories are more moral and have a point to them than Kine, who he is occasionally partnered with when having to take down a larger foe than either of them can handle alone. He is, unsurprisingly, usually the brains of the operation, which, combined with Kine’s strength, makes for a dangerous enemy. It is believed that he came from Hillock family stories and spread out to the rest of the Clan.
Latran: A torbie molly with uncomfortably canine eyes. Where Ratze is smart in a more friendly way, Latran is full of self-serving cunning and acts to amuse herself. She would find kinship with Ananse or Br’er Rabbit, messing with people and getting away with a prize of food and pride at her own wit. Originally, Versant invented her to be a negative, unlikable character to teach the importance of kindness and helpful intelligence. Of course, characters are never reacted to the way the creators intended, and she became extremely popular as a neutrally-aligned protagonist.
Omonarca: An evil king of monsters with shapeshifting abilities. He most often appears as a specific mashup of animals, bearing the various traits of dogs, bears, cougars, hawks and snakes. It is said that he was once a completely normal Margay who went rogue and took over the packs of monsters roaming the Territory at the time. He still bears the eyes and antlers of his kind, but is completely unrecognizable otherwise. Kine and Ratze regularly have to team up to take down whatever nasty plot he has planned for the story.
Sharptail: A wiry dark brown tabby tom with more strength than his structure implies. He is the least popular of the listed characters by far due to largely being seen as an edgy antihero who has no real intrigue or personality. He fights a war on both sides - the monsters out there, and the monster in him, as the Clast like to put it. The Larrikins are also big fans of Sharptail. No one else is. Mentioning him will cause everyone nearby to snort derisively and change the topic.
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✖ ▒ OH, WHAT A COINCIDENCE! i was just thinking of [ PATROCLUS SON OF MENOETIUS ]. most swear their resemblance to [ SEAN TEALE ] is unmistakable, but he has / they have been around since the [ BRONZE AGE ]. it is rumoured that the [ DEMIBOY ] was born in [ OPUS ] in the year [ 1205 BC ], even though they don’t look a day over [ THIRTY ]. what a shame, though: they were once famed for being [ HONEST ] and [ PASSIONATE ] ; yet now, they seem more and more [ RESERVED ] and [ MERCURIAL ]. but while [ PATROCLUS ] spends their days working as a [ HARPIST FOR THE LONDINIUM SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA ], they are already notorious around town for [ UNSENT LOVE LETTERS ADDRESSED TO NO ONE ; BANDAGED FINGERS AND CALLOUSED HANDS ; A BEAT UP OLD FLIP PHONE ; THE FAINT SCENT OF COFFEE AND CARDAMOM ]. when you live forever, you might as well make the most of it.
hi, hello –– i’m bella + also the worst !! this is my baby patroclus who’s one part powerpuff girl, two parts physical embodiment of the eyeroll, and generally just has really bad frown lines from being in a Bad Mood for like thousands of years or whatever. ( will not get botox sadly, someone convince him ) anyway –– i am here for every single plot of every single kind !! just like this and / or hmu on discord @ halaldaddy#3725 !!
TASK ONE : THE RUNDOWN
▼ STATISTICS.
full name: patroclus, son of menoetius.
moniker / nickname: officially goes by patrick in 2020, and he has the fake ids to prove it. generally isn’t the biggest fan of nicknames.
titles: tbd.
gender && pronouns: demi-boy && he / him + they / them.
dob && age: april 24th, 1205 BC && really old –– about 3224 years old, give or take, but he’s been thirty for a really long time.
place of birth: opus, greece.
previous residences: opus, athens, larissa, cape town, cardiff, inverness, paris, milan, caracas, && londinium –– in that order.
zodiac sign: taurus.
ethnicity: white && venezuelan.
sexual orientation: demisexual.
romantic orientation: homoromantic.
occupational history: perpetual soldier, squire, orange farmer, lutist, revolutionary, boxer, harpist. among others.
▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
face claim: sean teale.
height: 185 cm && 6′2.
physical build: mesomorph && visibly muscular && painfully straight back from years of his father’s voice still stuck in his head. ( it’s 2020, maybe he really should go to therapy for his daddy issues, but how do you tell a therapist your dad died before the trojan war ?? asking for a friend. )
eye colour and shape: dark brown && hooded, really long lashes which he does oil at night && also lines his eyes with kohl. it’s habit.
hair colour and style: dark, cropped, usually trimmed neatly.
usual expression: bored, reluctant smile.
accent and speech style: heavily accented english, but it’s impossible to pin down where he might be from. speaks spanish and greek with more ease than he does english.
distinguishing marks / characteristics: both ear lobes pierced, gold studs in both. a shield tattooed on his left flank. plenty of scars –– one across his right eyebrow, scarred && calloused hands, a very large scar that refused to heal right on his left shoulder.
clothing style: anything he can find, really ; athletic for the most part, but smart button-downs ( always button-downs, never button ups ) for work.
jewellery and accessories: a thin, gold chain around his neck ; his an engraved ring hangs from it, tucked away. a deliberate collection of rings on his fingers: a curved edge, yellow gold signet ring from a third-generation foundry in greece ; a classic medusa ring picked up in florence during the renaissance ; a turquoise inlaid silver signet ring ; a silver plated band, worn on his left thumb.
▼ FAMILY.
father: menoetius, deceased ( thank fuck ).
mother: philomela, deceased.
siblings, if any: myrto, his sister.
extended relations: none that he knows.
significant other(s): achilles && only achilles. it could only ever be achilles.
children: none, except his ––
household pet(s): he has two tabby cats named menelaus and ajax ( just a little fun joke for himself, okay –– don’t @ him. )
▼ FAVOURITES.
colour: gold ; every shade.
weather: storms –– it reminds him of mornings spent inside, the air sticky and humid, sweat on his upper lip and a laugh on his tongue.
food item: he’s a vegetarian –– he always has been, especially since he didn’t always have food, especially during the 1100s. so yeah, patroclus isn’t exactly picky –– anything veg and vaguely edible’s fine –– but he does love a vegan burger ( normal cheese, please ). the perks of the 21st century. okay, and he loves green olives.
beverage: he’s a stereotype, he loves red wine. ( fine, he hates wine –– he likes tequila. )
time of day: late at night, late enough that the streets are quiet and the air feels thin and he can breathe deeply.
television genre: not that patroclus has time to watch tv –– plus he’s got one of those old picture tube tvs from the dinosaur era –– but he loves a good underwater documentary. and shark week. and the history channel –– he likes to catch what they got wrong.
favourite era lived: he’d do anything to go back to the day before he died –– anything. to say a proper goodbye, to say all the very many things he’d never said because he thought he had all the time in the world. but also, he really loved the ‘70s in londinium.
▼ PERSONALITY.
hobbies: boxing && reading && falling asleep in the sun.
pet peeves: people talking in circles && liars.
phobias: patroclus doesn’t like drowning. he’s died of drowning once && come back from it, but he absolutely hated it. he’ll take anything over it.
allergies: coffee. which is fine, because patroclus likes green tea anyway. ( well, green tea with like three whole spoonfuls of honey. )
mbti type: isfj – t.
enneagram type:
35% the challenger.
48% the skeptic.
22% the peacemaker.
positive traits: passionate && honest && loyal && dependable.
negative traits: reserved && mercurial && blunt && pessimistic && headstrong && forlorn.
morning routine: goes for a run every morning before dawn, goes to a boxing class, has breakfast at the bookshop on the way home, and gets to work at least an hour early. it’s boring and it’s too familiar and patroclus wouldn’t change it –– he’d rather have predictable than the alternative. he’s tired of losing people and places and old routines, so he’s holding on to this one until he has to move again in another twenty years.
beauty routine: nothing really ; patroclus keeps his beard neat and his hair trimmed. he oils and curls his lashes, oils his beard. he misses baths –– big baths that you could sit in and just stay in until you pruned. but he only has a shower in his apartment now.
sleeping habits: patroclus hasn’t slept through the night since before his first death ; nowadays, it’s a few hours of sleep at a time, and plenty of nightmares to keep him company. the good thing is, he’s very used to waking up early –– rather than tossing and turning or watching his ceiling until dawn, he’s up and out of bed.
oldest belonging: he doesn’t have anything –– nothing. patroclus always leaves things behind, always. it’s easier that way. and sure, he regrets it sometimes. but there’s no use crying over the past, right? not when he has an endless future.
living space && home: it’s small –– it’s really small. but it has bay windows, a shitty little terrace with doors that the wind knocks open, and plants everywhere. there’s a kingsize mattress on the ground, one set of sheets total and they’re made of cotton-silk. orange, of course.
INTRODUCTION : tw death ; tw war .
his childhood wasn’t pretty. patroclus was born too skinny, too weak –– maybe not sickly, but he wasn’t wanted. he wasn’t loved. he was born into a war, and his war was his father. his war was his father’s shame. so when he killed another by accident –– in anger, in frustration, by mistake –– his father was more than happy to ship him off ; and somehow, that was the greatest gift his father could have ever given him. thanks, dad.
it’s been so long, everything feels like a dream. it feels too sunlit and too warm to the touch. it feels too easy. and sure, he can’t remember all that much about it. but he remembers achilles. he remembers being so happy that he felt sick to his stomach. but he doesn’t remember hector’s knife in his stomach or dying that very first time. but he remembers waking up to hades in the underworld, and he remembers the sickening realisation that he could never go back ever again –– he was here, and he was alive, and he still had to leave everything he once knew behind.
patroclus didn’t want money or fame ; he’d only ever wanted a love to call his own and a place to call his home. and since he’d lost both already, he was tired. so he went off to work on an orange farm, right at the edge of the world –– or well, the edge of his world. he was still in greece, news travelling to them every few months or years, and it was alright. he was away from the rest of the world, labouring under the cruel sun and sleeping into the cool night, and waking up to do it all over again. he smiled at the kids on his way into town and gave them an armful of oranges each. and then when people began to wonder whywhywhy he wasn’t aging, patroclus moved on to the next village –– and then the next, and then the next.
it was 1465 + he was in florence when he saw a lute again –– a laugh escaping him before he could start to remember when he last laughed out loud. it reminded him of home, of a long time ago. so he began to play for money and food and a place to stay. and it took him all over the world –– meeting people who’d die before he’d reach his next destination and learning things he’d never be able to forget.
going to war became a habit. the crusades, the gallic wars, the jacobite rising, the war of the roses, the french revolution, the seven weeks war, world war i, the russian revolution, world war ii, and so very many more –– patroclus wasn’t really fighting, but he was trying. he was trying to make sure some good came out of them, that there was some death that he could stop, some blows he could take if it meant another lived. but at some point, he just couldn’t keep doing it anymore. his heart hurt and his nightmares followed him in the daylight.
now, well –– he’s a harpist for the londinium symphony. patroclus has been her for all of about 12 years now ; he doesn’t want to move, not yet. but throughout his many, many lifetimes, he’s perfected and loved the harp –– it’s the only thing he recognises in this brave new world, and he’s going to hang onto it for as long as he can.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
survival of the stubborn: a mentor, someone patroclus met after a long, long time of being immortal, but someone who taught him to stop being completely miserable and enjoy the time they have. if it wasn’t for this person, patroclus probably wouldn’t have lasted all that long.
death becomes you: immortal friends ; the gang, the squad. the ride or dies –– so to speak. they can go decades without talking or meeting, but they get together again every fifty years and know they can rely on each other. plus, they can literally whatsapp each other now –– like, what.
orange you glad to see me: he worked on an orange farm in greece after their first death in about 1200 BC, and met this person there. maybe this person owned the farm, maybe this person was just a guest of the owners, maybe they also worked on the farm, or maybe they just met each other in the village nearby –– but they met again years and years and years later and it was a lowkey lightbulb moment of oh, so i’m not alone out here for patroclus !!
please turn the music off: musician friends + members of the orchestra ( mortal or immortal ) + anyone who’s into music and they might have met each other over the years !! perhaps a mentor or maybe they even totally hate each other, but just about any type of music relation !!
encore, encore: patroclus worked / played in a few different courts over the years –– always the lute or harp –– so this might be someone he might have played for !!
tequila’s my best friend: drinking buddies !! what it says on the tin. patroclus is a miserable drinker, usually ends up spilling all of his secrets, sometimes ends up breaking things.
the war followed me back home: patroclus served in plenty of wars until 1950 –– far too many, with new names and new titles and new ranks every time. to do some good in the world. or maybe they were just chasing their first death at hector’s hands. either way –– this is someone they might have served with !! could be a commanding officer ; a fellow soldier ; or even a doctor / nurse !!
old enemies, new friends: people he just doesn’t get along with. at all. ever. they’re always hated each other, maybe they even killed each other a few times, but just some sort of enemies !!
more to be added !!
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Modern Bodyguard AU!
joel isn’t impressed. joel isnt easily impressed, that much is true, but ellie can tell. not from his body language—he always stands like someone is a threat, even if that someone is five foot nothing and looks thinner than a rake under their jacket—but from his voice, which is flat, words clipped short, sentences shorter.
‘i assure you, dina is the best there is.’
ellie rolls her eyes. that voice she recognises very well—oliver tully, an unfortunately common face around the bodyguard business. he knows everyone and everyone knows him. and despite the fact that he’s a known leak when it comes to tour dates, lunchtime appointments, bars a musician might frequent, he’s also really good at his job.
‘tully, tell me why i oughta trust you again? last time we were here, you got us chased down main by a mob of rabid fans.’
‘rabid,’ tully laughs. ‘that’s a bit extreme—‘
‘one girl was literally foaming at the mouth. if that ain’t rabid, i don’t know what is.’
‘enthusiastic.’
‘uh huh.’
ellie grins, shakes her head. no, joel is not impressed, not one bit.
‘as it is, joel—‘
‘miller.’
‘miller,’ tully corrects himself, and makes every effort to ensure the hurt in his tone is clear to joel. ‘this isn’t about me or anything that i might have said in passing to abigail peterson, this is about the safety of our girl. ah,’ tully squeaks, clears his throat. ellie can see past the blockade joel is making of his body that tully’s hands are shaking as he smooths down the front of his colourful jacket. ‘your girl, of course. and you’re in luck! i have the pleasure of introducing you to dina hayes.’
joel grunts.
‘she’s trained in several martial arts, is familiar with counter-surveillance, is very good at crowd control,’
‘can she talk for herself?’
‘i can,’ an unfamiliar voice agrees.
ellie sits bolt upright from her couch, boot heel thumping against the coffee table. from the silence outside, it’s clear that they all heard her, but mercifully joel continues interrogating this dina person without calling her out on it.
after the initial literal jolt of interest, ellie forces herself to relax. she can’t lay down but she sits at the edge of the couch and closes her eyes, strains her ears to listen to this voice. beautiful voice. there’s a rasp to it that hits on some words but not others, and ellie is eager to get her to talk more freely and for longer so that she can know what words they are, and why, and to get a feel for the lilt and linger of her cadence and pronunciations, because as it is, her short replies aren’t enough for ellie to—to what? they just aren’t enough.
‘i’ll talk with ellie about it,’ joel finally says. ‘and i’d like to give you a test, if you’re up for it.’
‘always.’
‘alright.’ joel scratches at his jaw. ‘alright. wait here.’
he retreats up the stairs into the room where ellie is waiting, closing the door behind him. for a moment he just looks at her, brows raised, and then he says,
‘y’know, it’s not ethical to hire someone just cause you think they’re pretty.’
ellie scowls at him. grabs for her guitar. ‘that’s not—i didn’t even see her.’
he shrugs. ‘seems to know her stuff. i can take her out, see how she does. get maria to draw up an NDA and a contract—three months maybe, probation.’
‘right.’ ellie’s shoulders hunch as she leans over the guitar, remembering why exactly they’re hiring for a new bodyguard. it had been a hard transition—ellie isn’t ever the most fond of change and so getting rid of david had been...hard.
‘you alright?’ ellie grunts. ‘can you use your words? i don’t want to leave you here if you’re not okay,’ he adds. to someone else, the words might sound none too gentle, but ellie can hear it. the faint adjustment as he forces himself to be quieter, and calmer.
ellie plucks a discordant note on the guitar. ‘i’m okay to leave. just thinking about. david.’ she doesn’t have to look up to feel joel’s glare. ‘sorry.’
‘not your fault, kid. but don’t you waste one second of time thinkin’ about him—he’s not worth it.’
‘i know.’
‘good. i’m going to spar with this hayes lady, see if she’s any good, and,’ joel pauses. when ellie glances up, she finds him watching her. specifically, her hands as they pluck across the strings of her guitar in an unfamiliar tune. ‘see you in an hour.’
//
it’s been one hour and fourteen minutes and ellie is sitting on a stool placed halfway between the door and the coffee table. her coffee is cooling there and making faint rings around ellie’s own face, staring up at her out of a folded over magazine and a cheery yellow post-it note that reads, in strict block letters, THINK ABOUT IT.
she hasn’t been thinking about it—an offer made in the magazine by another artist, apparently, who is interested in working with ELL, the rising country star. she’s been thinking about how it’s been one hour and - fifteen minutes now and joel isn’t back. she’s not worried; she can hear him outside. it’s just odd that he’s late, which he almost never is, and also it’s extremely odd that he’s, well, if she didn’t know any better she might think that joel is being friendly.
joel.
there’s a knock at the door and ellie can’t decide whether to sit or stand so she’s an awkward way between the two, pushing herself up off the stool, when she calls for them to come in.
‘ellie,’ joel greets her with a big grin. ‘sorry i’m late.’
‘it’s fine.’
he doesn’t buy it but he looks her over and decides to agree, obviously, when he nods. ellie feels her heart rate settle—if joel thinks she’s okay, then she probably is, after all—and she sits and directs her attention to the second pair of boots standing in her doorway. up to comfortable black jeans. up to a plain shirt and a shining jacket ellie will have to talk to her about. up to long brown hair and up to a nice smile and and then, finally, up to a pair of warm brown eyes.
‘hey. dina hayes.’
‘hey. ellie knight.’
dina hayes’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and it makes ellie blink and look away because she’s been making way too much eye contact. she focuses on joel, who has moved a few paces back to lean against the wall. he raises his brows, shrugs.
‘hello, ellie knight,’ dina hayes says, and though the words and tone are faintly teasing, ellie doesn’t think she minds. ‘i’m going to be your bodyguard for the next three months. provided i don’t steal from you or let you get arrested or smoke on duty.’
it takes a moment for ellie to form a reply, because this is the most she has heard dina hayes speak and her voice is wonderful. warm in tone and pitch, rasping now and again. orange, ellie thinks. orange like a tabby cat in the sun, orange like campfire, orange like bleached red dust and dust motes in a red room. the images come instantly, flooding her, and she picks some out and discards others as incorrect, but all of them are good. not quite right, but all good.
‘second hand smoke isn’t good for anyone but i need my lungs,’ ellie tells her, shrugs.
‘ah, that makes sense. i thought miller meant weed but second hand smoke, that makes sense.’
‘no drugs,’ joel barks from his place against the wall.
dina hayes grins, winks at ellie. ‘only riling you up, miller. this is a drug free temple,’ she tells him, gesturing to her body.
‘it makes me anxious anyway,’ ellie tells her, because she knows this game. she widens her eyes to look innocent. ‘not that i’ve ever smoked weed, joel.’
he mutters something about hating them both, and girls, honestly, and he’s going to have a heart attack before retirement so the payout had better be good, and lets himself out. he doesn’t close the door, and ellie suspects that he hasn’t gone far.
‘so, you’re okay with me hanging around?’ dina hayes asks.
‘yeah. if joel says you’re good, i trust him.’ dina nods at that, clearly making a mental note. ellie pauses. ‘your jacket.’
‘hmm? cool, right?’ dina hayes swivels to show it off and the sleeves brush against the body of it, the sound swishing and shushing and—dina hayes is grinning so ellie just nods.
‘it looks good.’ technically correct, since that’s not the issue ellie has with it.
‘thanks!’
ellie stands, eyes flicking to her guitar to make sure the movement hasn’t jostled it. she hasn’t been touching it but it’s instinctual now. she crosses the room, hand outstretched, and meets dina hayes’s eyes for a second time.
‘dina hayes, welcome to my team. i hope you enjoy it.’
the hand that takes hers is small and shakes firmly, calloused palms and even a few scars. warm.
‘i believe that i will, ellie knight.’
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These cats are just a pair of siblings that I had a lot of fun working on. They are basically two sides of the same coin, foils to each other. They are members of a fan clan (I know, shocker) called HawkClan.
I apologise for any grammatical errors, weird sentence structures or anything like that, english isn’t my native language.
Wonderful! And no worries about the writing, Im always impressed by non-native english speakers and their impressive english, at least when compared to the other languages I myself supposedly speak. So let’s see what we have!
Adderstar: Massive, intimidating, a frightening foe. These are the words most cats would use to describe HawkClan’s young leader, Adderstar. But don’t let her physical appearance fool you, this huge tabby has an ever bigger, albeit squeamish heart!
Born into a litter of three, Adderkit was the biggest and strongest one. She would often be found rough housing with her two brothers and the other kits in the nursery. But with great power comes great responsibility. That’s a lesson Adderkit needed to be taught the hard way. During one of their usual play sessions she accidentally tackled one of her brothers, Shadowkit, violently, breaking one of his ribs which caused internal bleeding. Despite the medicine cat’s best efforts, Shadowkit passed away. After that, Adderkit refused to play with the other kits, especially if they were younger or smaller than her. Blazekit, angry with his sister and unable to cope with the loss of his brother, became cold, angry and distant. He now refuses to acknowledge Adderstar as anything more than a leader and lashes out at any cat who points out their obvious connection.
Interesting, Im curious about when she would have done this and how. Cats can do some serious damage, but to have the strength (unless it was aided by height or some other advantage) to cause a broken bone and internal bleeding would be quite difficult, not impossible, just difficult. But! Maybe an easier ( and even more heartwrenching) way it could have happened, was if their sibling got an infection when Adderkit played carelessly with claws out. It could have made Adderkit much more careful of how she fought. That said, I really do like this motivation, and either way if you wish to keep it, would make for a compelling character development.
Moons passed, but memories of her brother kept haunting the she-cat, even when she started her apprenticeship. Darkstar, the former leader, having seen her potential and her struggles, decided to mentor the young cat himself. Both cats were insanely stubborn, refusing to acknowledge the faults of their ways; Darkstar, too focused on battle tactics and strength, and Adderpaw, afraid of her own power and abilities. The two cats clashed on multiple occasions, but Darkstar wasn’t known for giving up a challenge. He realized that the best motivation for Adderpaw was the pain of others. He would often put himself, sometimes other cats, in dangerous situations that would require immediate action from Adderpaw to solve. This is why Adderstar is so good at fighting badgers, according to some cats. Slowly but surely, the two started to understand and trust each other.
See I like the dynamic between Darkstar and Adderpaw.... but I dont think it would be either wise or realistic that a clan leader would allow either themselves or clanmates into a potentially dangerous situation just to encourage an apprentice. Maybe if it wasnt actually dangerous, but it would be a bit odd to put the responsibility on an apprentice to save the day, when it would be the leader’s job to do that. Unless... well I’ll address it below.
Many moons later, Adderfang was made deputy, instead of Blazestep, whom many cats regarded as the best warrior in HawkClan. This widened the rift between the two siblings even more. Adderfang never thought of becoming a leader. She just wanted to fulfill her warrior duties and get her mind off her brother’s death. She didn’t want to be a leader, she had no need for more worries.
So I do think it is very odd that Adderfang would have been chosen as deputy when the rest of the clan regarded their sibling better. That said, you could argue that Darkstar’s actions in her apprenticeship (reckless self endargerment and potential endangerment of others) and then choosing her as deputy over other better liked candidates, could point to nepotism or serious character flaws. I feel like there is more going on with Darkstar that might need to be addressed for this to work. Not impossible, but an interesting conundrum.
“He has the heart and passion of a Bear. You have the strength and clarity of a Hawk.” That was all Darkstar said. Adderfang understood none of that. Strength? Well, she had that. And what good did that bring her? Death and sadness, nothing more. Clarity? All her life, she knew nothing, but confusion. What is her place in her clan? Does a murderer even deserve a place to call home? She tried to pry Darkstar for more; she needed reasons, true reasons, not baseless statements. But Darkstar wouldn’t say more. He’d just smile, like he knew something that no other cat did. “You’ll understand one day, mousebrain.”
But even after standing on the shores of the High Lake (A/N: it’s just a big, icy lake, this is where deputies are made leaders under the full moon), even after becoming Adderstar, she still couldn’t quite grasp what those words meant.
Im curious what those words mean too, I feel like there could be some background spiritual stuff going on.
Blazestep: HawkClan’s finest warrior. And also it’s angriest one, this jet black cat is one scorching inferno. He’s brash, aggressive, and he’s not afraid of showing his fangs or unsheathing his claws. How does one small, frightened kit grow up to be a walking volcano, ready to erupt at any moment?
His brother’s death hit Blazekit harder than any blow from a cat ever could. Shadowkit was the only kit willing to play with the weakling Blazekit. All the others would mock or turn their backs on him. And, playing with Adderkit was just plain sad. Even as a young kit, Blazekit could see that Adderkit was going easy on him. Never once did she shove him too hard, bit or scratched him playfully. What’s worse, she even pretended to be hurt when Blazekit tackled her or batted at her with his tiny paws. Blazekit hated all of it. He hated Adderkit and her pity, he hated the disgusted and mocking looks of the other kits. Shadowkit was the only other cat he could confide in.
And then Shadowkit was stripped away from him, by Adderkit of all cats. Blazekit was truly alone now.
Sounds like a lonely and frustrated kit, poor guy.
Adderkit tried to reconnect with him, but he rejected her pitiful attempts. It’s not like Adderkit made such a tremendous effort either: whenever Blazekit would confront her, she’d just avert her gaze, murmur something and leave with her tail drooping. Blazekit hated it. He hated how Adderkit couldn’t face the truth, how she couldn’t, no, didn’t take responsibility for her strength. Instead of realizing the power in her paws, she just hid away from it. Blazekit hated it.
Moons went by, and soon, it was Blazepaw’s turn to prove himself. His mentor, Nettlemoon was the exact opposite of the fiery tom. Nettlemoon tried to teach the young cat patience, but Blazepaw would have none of it. Despite this, he was an outstanding apprentice; he could execute most moves with ease and with little practice and he was excellent at predicting his opponent’s next move. He was just bad at catching squirrels.
But being good wasn’t enough for Blazepaw, he wanted to be the best. He’d train long and hard after nightfall, when the clan was asleep, often overworking and injuring himself. He had to get stronger. No cat will make fun of him anymore, he’ll make sure of that.
So at this point I really worry for this apprentice, and worry that neither his mentor of the clan around him seemed to notice his struggle. I cant imagine that his mentor wouldnt have noticed his injuries and addressed them. He may be hot headed and determined to be the best, but there is only so much he can get away with before he should have consequences. Then again, if you do continue with the thread of Darkstar putting himself in danger, I suppose an absent mentor wouldnt be entirely unrealistic for the clan.
He was Blazestep now, but his goals never changed. And he was going to make it. He could already see Darkstar appointing him as deputy. He could see all of those mocking glares turn into quick, wary glances filled with fear. He could see himself standing on top of The Ruins (A/N: a place for the leaders to stand during clan meetings, it’s just an old church overgrown with weeds and trees), fur blowing in the wind, looking down at HawkClan. He could see himself racing towards battle, his clan at his back and Shadowkit at his side.
And then it was stripped away from him, by none other than Adderfang.
So I am curious about why the clan ended up liking (or at least respecting) Blazestep more than Adderfang, at least that was what I understood since it seemed he was considered a better warrior by the clan. He does seem to have a lot of anger issues to work out, so with your explanation of his character it makes a bit more sense that his sister is deputy, but I feel like there is a disconnect between your personal discussion of the siblings personalities and how the clan perceives them. Maybe its just a case of unreliable narrator. Is Blazestep really sneaky, and hides his true anger problems and ambition? I suppose if he was clever enough as an apprentice, and didnt push himself too far he might have been able to pull the wool over his mentor’s eyes, but he would have to be very clever and careful not to injure or tire himself so much that it would affect the rest of his training.
Anyway, I hope I didnt sound too critical, but these characters are very interesting and compelling, interesting enough that I was quite invested in them! I hope to see how you decide to write them in the end!
So, yeah, these two are the main duo of HawkClan. Sorry for the long read, I got pretty carried away while writing.
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Fat Cat Headcanons?
Fat Cat loves music and dancing. He went through TWO musical numbers with Chip and Dale, knowing RIGHT AWAY WHO THEY WERE yet never stopped his song(s) to expose them. He waited until the end of the song and dance. Twice.
Crazy = Genius. Not only does he see through his enemies disguises, but his plans are also creatively brilliant. His schemes are extremely complex and often slow and sadistic, but they’re also ‘out of the box’ and might actually work if they WEREN’T so intricate. His brain his downfall, ultimately. Also his ego.
He actually LIKES his lackeys? It’s already confirmed that Mepps, Mole, Snout, and Wart aren’t paid for their work. They’re ‘employed’ by Fat Cat because they’re cheap (free) and follow every command (if not typically screwing things up for him). You would think with all their failures and Fat Cat’s fat funds he would actually EMPLOY CAPABLE CREATURES... But he doesn’t. He sticks with the same four goons. Why? I think he lets them live in the canary rent free with him because he values their companionship. Obviously he also feels empowered by being around them, but I think it’s important to note that despite all the mess they cause, he NEVER FIRES THEM.
He favors Mole and Mepps. It’s easy to say that he has a bias when it comes to cats. Fat Cat thinks they’re the superior animal of the kingdom. Which is probably why he likes Mepps. I also speculate that Mepps has been around the longest out of the four minions. But then why Mole? Why does he and Mepps receive the most attention? I think Fat Cat finds stupid creatures... endearing. Wart doesn’t seem ALL that smart, but he’s a LOT more intelligent than Mole and Mepps. Snout seems to be the brightest of the bunch. That really isn’t saying much-- But the end result is FC finding idiocy easy to manipulate, and easy to find adorable.
Fat Cat’s family is from France. This one isn’t so much a ‘headcanon’ than it is a ‘actual canon’. We know this from the episode ‘Le Purrfect Crime’ where we meet Fat Cat’s cousin Maltese in Paris, France. Fat Cat will also speak small certain phrases in French throughout the series, as well as liking ‘French Champagne’. When Mole gets jealous over how FC treats the fruit bats, he says “Gosh he never speaks French to us”. I headcanon that Fat Cat’s mother is originally from France and was sold to a wealthy family in America.
Fat Cat has a BIG family. This is also another canon headcanon, I guess. In Issue 12 of the Rescue Rangers comic, we meet another cousin of Fat Cat’s named ‘Pole Cat’. He says this about their family: “Oh yes. It is quite a large one, too. We’re simply everywhere.” This, of course, is also backed up by Maltese’s appearance in the show. I believe Fat Cat’s mother had multi-twin sisters who were specifically bred to be sold. FC states in an episode that he has ‘breeding’ which makes me assume he comes from two genetically pure tabby cats. There’s an importance to his family that makes humans desire them from across the globe. The specific bred genetics also explains why they all look the same.
Fat Cat is close to his mother / His father is deceased. I’m REALLY speculating on this one. Fat Cat only mentions his parents ONCE and it’s his mother he speaks of, saying “Mother always said I had expensive tastes.” Just by Fat Cat’s ‘I deserve the best’ attitude, we know that he was spoiled rotten as a kid. He also tends to have a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. We can also assume he was an only kitten and that perhaps the photo on his desk is a person of most importance besides himself: His mother. Because FC never brings up his father, I believe either his dad passed or did not have a close relationship to FC. Maybe both. We have to take into consideration Fat Cat’s age, as well. He is an OLDER kitty-- not senior citizen, for sure, but a ‘mature’ cat still. His parents are probably elderly; leaving me to believe at least ONE of them has passed on from natural, aging causes
Fat Cat had a traumatic experience with Dogs. We all know the stereotype of cats and dogs not getting along, but Fat Cat seems to really hate them on a personal level. He gets along well with rats, moles, birds, and even reptiles... But not dogs. He allows every other animal into casino... But not dogs. I headcanon that he was bullied and harassed by dogs when he was just a kitten. It was most likely a very traumatic experience, and we know that FC likes to be the one in power... A dog or two making him feel inferior and leaving a severe impact on his entire life doesn’t sound so far fetched.
He doesn’t know any of the Rangers’ names. He literally never calls any of the Rangers by name.
His real / birth name is Theodore. Lovingly headcanoned to be named after a certain chubby Chipmunk <3 lmaooo the irony
He was in a short-lived relationship with Clarice the Chipmunk. This is ALL headcanon so bear with me: Fat Cat ‘discovered’ her while Clarice was working small time gigs. He let her sing at his casino and helped her out financially. She only loved his money and isn’t proud of the small fling. They separated once she was able to live off of her career. They both decided to end their relationship, much to Clarice’s relief. That meant he wouldn’t go after her or her career afterwards.
Fat Cat and Kismet are “friends with benefits” While ‘friends’ is stretching it, he and Kismet ‘know’ each other from the casino. Kismet came along with an ex-boyfriend one time and spent most of her time there talking to Fat Cat. She, like many of FC’s past interests, was only interested in his money. They still ‘see’ each other time to time, especially after Kismet lost her cushy space with Cosgrove. Fat Cat’s not a fan of her overall personality, but helped her out when he heard a Rescue Ranger had ruined Kismet’s life.
Fat Cat is a bisexual mess. I’m one myself so I just know these things.
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for the first person OC asks: i started to go through and pick individual numbers and then realized i was picking basically all of them so fuck it, all of them for chris & shannon
Oh sweet jesus, okay ima just put this under a readmore b/c this is gonna get long.
1. What is your name?
Shannon: “Shannon Miller”
Chris: “Chris Mitchell”
2. Any nicknames?
Shannon: “Shay, and any petnames my girlfriend has for me.”
Chris: “Kind of hard to make a nickname out of a one syllable name.”
3. Gender stuff?
Shannon: “Cisgender woman.”
Chris: “I’m genderfluid and prefer they/them pronouns.”
4. Sexuality stuff?
Shannon: “My sexuality is girls.”
Chris: “I have more important things to do than date people. I’m ace.”
5. How old are you?
Shannon: “I’m 43, though I probably look older.”
Chris: “32 in 2012, 52 in 2032. I’m older than Shannon by 9 years.”
6. Any distinguishing traits?
Shannon: “My hair is always dyed some vibrant color, and my clothes outside of work are very flashy.”
Chris: “I try to look as basic and androgynous as possible. But I guess my hair is about as fiery as a Weasley. Now if I’m in my hero suit, I guess the fact that I look like some mutated freak is pretty distinguishing.”
7. How did you get your scars?
Shannon: “I’ve got some scars that have long since faded from dumb shit I did as a kid.”
Chris: “My nose is dented from when a kid threw a rock at my face when we were playing baseball with a rock and a stick. Though…. the big scar on my back comes from radiation and fire burns.”
8. Anything you’re ashamed of?
Shannon: “Id… rather not talk about that.”
Chris: “Plenty, starting with anyone who’s died as a result of my actions.”
9. Do you have any pets? Do you want any?
Shannon: “No pets, but both mine and Aliza’s schedules make having any pets difficult. Maybe when we retire.”
Chris: “I have two cats, Wellington and Fae. Wellington is a four year old tabby I found in the wheel well of a car, Fae is about a year old black cat I adopted from the shelter.”
10. How would you describe yourself?
Shannon: “Athletically chubby butch with great hair and an even greater fashion sense.”
Chris: “Androgynous ginger mechanic with no distinguishing features. Looks like if you mixed a jock and nerd together.”
11. How would your friends describe you?
Shannon: “Well to quote one of my friends: ‘That bitch who switched my nameplate and didn’t tell me until I got an email from the SAC about it.’“
Chris: “Hopefully something like ‘Determined and willing to help.’ I don’t want to put words in her mouth though.”
12. How would your enemies describe you?
Shannon: answered here
Chris: “I honestly couldn’t give two shits.”
13. What are the top three songs you can’t stop listening to right now?
Shannon: “Running in the 90′s is always a classic, Smash Mouth by All Star is good meme material, and Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe because I’m a sap for a good love song.”
Chris: “Can’t Stop Me Now by Queen, Sweet Caroline by Niel Diamond, and Dancing Queen by ABBA. I have a thing for the older music.”
14. Do you have an aesthetic and how would you describe it?
Shannon: “The 90′s personified, because I love how bright it all is. Contrasts with the black suits I wear to work everyday.”
Chris: “Practical, durable, and unnoticeable.”
15. How do you normally dress?
Shannon: “At work I wear black tailored suits, usually with some colorful tie. Off duty I wear bright windbreakers, baggy jeans, and anything that really screams lesbian honestly. Oh and you can’t forget the heelies.”
Chris: “Blank t-shirt, cargo pants with plenty of pockets, and converse. When I’m working in the shop it gets covered with a heavy duty set of coveralls.”
16. How do you normally wear your hair?
Shannon: “Pixie cut with the sides shaved close, usually dyed some bright color.”
Chris: “Just touching the base of my neck and swept back. If I’m working in the shop, I have it pulled up into a short ponytail. When doing hero work my hair is shoulder length and unkempt. I’ve tried brushing it out, trust me, never stays.”
17. Who is closest to you?
Shannon: “Aliza, my girlfriend.”
Chris: “Winnie. I trust her with my life.”
18. Who have you lost?
Shannon: “I’d rather not talk about that.”
Chris: “More people than I’d have preferred to lose before I’m 70.”
19. How do you feel about your family?
Shannon: “It’s complicated. They raised me and cared for me and empowered me to pursue my dreams, and I’ll always be grateful for that. But when you’re from a small town in a rural area, they aren’t the most accepting of the whole sexuality thing. They’ve gotten better, but I can tell they’d honestly wish I would settle down with a man. Sucks for them though, I’m perfectly happy where I am. My brother is the one exception who’s accepted me from day one, and I’m grateful to him for that.”
Chris: “They’ve been nothing but supportive of me and my interests. I was worried when I came out that they’d reject me, but instead they warmed up to me changing my name and my fluctuating pronouns. My parents have worried about me of course, I am their oldest kid after all who doesn’t exactly fit the mold of what my hometown might call normal. They also basically adopted Winnie as their fifth kid after meeting her once, they’re a loving kind of people. My siblings are great. We get on each others nerves sometimes and definitely have had our rough spots, but in the end we’re there for each other. Even if my little brother is a little shit. I can only hope they’ll take the truth of my superpowers and being a superhero as well as they have everything else.”
20. How do you feel about your culture?
Shannon: “What culture, I’m from hicksville USA, we got farmland, coal mines, and racism. I guess our music is nice but everything else feels like it doesn’t even really exist.”
Chris: “I’m from an area with a bunch of mountain people. Our culture involves hunting, illegal shine stills, meth labs, and pot farms. Don’t go into the wrong side of the hollar or you might not come out, all that. Though the sense of community there is pretty strong, even if its very much a ‘you grew up here so you’re one of us’ way. I can take parts of it and leave others.”
21. Is there anything either would dislike about you?
Shannon: “Yes to both and its mostly that I’m gay and dating another woman.”
Chris: “I should hope my family doesn’t dislike me. As for my uh, ‘culture’, my gender identity for sure. I’ve had the odd look here and there growing up. And some classmates not quite sure what to make of me.”
22. Any regrets?
Shannon: “Loads, but I try not to let them control me. What happened in the past is in the past.”
Chris: “More than I care to admit and I get more every day.”
23. Any vices?
Shannon: answered here
Chris: “My video games I guess. I dunno’ I don’t think I have that many. Bad habits sure, vices eh, take it or leave it.”
24. Any phobias?
Shannon: answered here
Chris: “My old boss figuring out I know what he did, random facilities conveniently in the middle of nowhere, the government locking my ass up as a test subject, I could go on.”
25. Any triggers?
Shannon: “Explosions, not a big fan of fireworks because of it.”
Chris: “Explosions, gunshots, head trauma, my anxiety can be a trigger sometimes if I’m stressed out enough honestly.”
26. Any hobbies?
Shannon: “Skateboarding, fishing, camping, going to the gym, things that keep me active honestly.”
Chris: “Engineering new tech, video games, I stream on twitch from time to time. I still also enjoy reading comics and building complicated lego sets.”
27. Is there someone or something you would die for?
Shannon: “Aliza, justice, my team, if I have to go down so a criminal can be apprehended, then so be it.”
Chris: “My family, Winnie, saving the people who need saving.”
28. Are you an optimist or a pessimist?
Shannon: “I try to be an optimist, otherwise I’d end up being very bitter on the job.”
Chris: “I’m in the middle, and it entirely depends on the situation.”
29. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
Shannon: “Introverted-Extrovert. I enjoy people but I need my alone time.”
Chris: “Introvert. I’m fine with small groups but I don’t like large crowds. Though, I have to put on an extroverted front as Equinox. Equinox is more of a people person.”
30. Are you brains or brawn?
Shannon: “More brawn than brains but I’m not stupid.”
Chris: “Why not both?”
31. Are you passive or aggressive?
Shannon: “More aggressive than passive in a work setting. At home I’m passive.”
Chris: “More aggressive.”
32. What are you best at?
Shannon: “I am very talented at finding good campsites.”
Chris: “Creating new technology. I am an engineer by education.”
33. What are you worst at?
Shannon: already answered
Chris: “I’m pretty shit at shooting a gun larger than a pistol.”
34. What is something you want to be good at but are really bad at?
Shannon: “Skating, just so I can prove to Aliza that I can indeed master any form of wheel based sport.”
Chris: “Managing my anger.”
35. What’s your place in your world or the world you’ve entered?
Shannon: “I’m a special agent at the National Agency of Superpowered Persons, or NASP. I help manage the superhero team that protects Detroit.”
Chris: “I’m a mechanic by trade and one of the world’s first superheroes when the occasion calls for it. Recently picked up the hobby of unwillingly being flung through alternate dimensions trying to find our way home. Hopefully we end up doing what the main character in Quantum Leap couldn’t do and get home.”
36. What’s your place in your peer group?
Shannon: “A fellow agent and occasionally boss. Friend group is different but you said peer group not friend group so eh.”
Chris: “I honestly don’t know. My peer group is limited to my friend Winnie and two bank robbers I’m still trying to get a handle on.”
37. How do you feel about your story?
Shannon: “Well aside from the trauma, I feel okay about it. Could do with superheroes who don’t break the law on a regular basis but you take what you can get. Not that all of them do that.”
Chris: “I just hope I can get some fucking rest soon. All this stress is going to make me go grey before I’m ready for that. Or it could kill me, who knows at this point.”
38. How do you feel about your author?
Shannon: “They suffer from executive dysfunction and more of the story exists in their head than on paper. But thats fine.”
Chris: “I have two and I only vaguely know what one of them has planned for me.”
39. Do you know your ending? How do you feel about that?
Shannon: “Yes and I’m not looking forward to it.”
Chris: “Yes and no. I know what one of them would LIKE to make my ending, but who knows if that will end up being what happens in the prime universe.”
40. Any AU’s you wish you lived instead?
Shannon: “I do quite like the idea of being a bartender with the other three fed characters in the biker AU. That’s got lots of fun antics going on in it.”
Chris: “The everyone lives AU is significantly less painful and more meme-filled.”
#WHERE THE FUCK DID THE READMORE GO#ugh jesus alright you know what whatever#tungle dot hell be broken#Chris Mitchell#shannon miller#heroes campaign#edit: fixed the readmore I THINK
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“The Overlook Hotel” A Malec AU Fanfiction. Summary: It’s Winter 1977. Bestseller suspense and horror writer Alec Lightwood is having the worst case of writer’s block and his publisher is on his ass with the deadline for a new horror novel. When the Overlook Hotel owner posted a help wanted aid for a winter caretaker during the hotel closing season. Alec applied, even against his editor’s advise. Alec hopes that hotel’s seclusion will help him finish his overdue novel. Bring his boyfriend, Magnus Bane, the world-renowned dancer and choreographer, who also in need for some isolation from the world after a highly publicized scandal. Thinking an entire hotel to themselves will inspire creativity and healing…And some alone time is always a plus…but unfortunately, they’re not alone. Rating: Mature. It’s a horror flick, 80’s rules applied. Genre: Horror, romance, supernatural, psychological thriller, suspense…channeling my inner Stephen King…but I am no Stephen King. Hahaha. Just someone who loves Halloween, horror movies, and Malec. Inspired by the spirit of Halloween, “The Shining”,…both versions Stephen King’s novel and the Stanley Cooper’s interpretation…and of course Malec.  Chapter 1: The Grand Gesture “Are you sure you want to do this?” Alec reached for Magnus’ hand. He gave it a squeeze. His eyes still on the road. Magnus held Alec’s hand to his lips, kissed it. He smiled, pushing long strains of Alec brown curls back. It was the 100 time, Alec has asked Magnus. Now only 40 minutes away from their final destination. Magnus found it sweet that he still worried, but the truth is it’s too late to turn back. “Alexander, yes…I want this. You and me…alone.” The sound of metal clicking in the backseat and a soft meow. “…And Chairman.” Magnus smiled, looking back at their grey tabby cat in his carrier. He turned back on the road ahead, completely in awe of the beauty. Miles of land, untouched and untamed. Blue skies and sunshine. Oceans of trees and snow. Alec placed a kiss on Magnus’ palm. After three days on the road. The Overlook Hotel was finally in view. Standing alone and grand on high hills, surrounded by mountains and deep endless forest. Magnus took a deep breath while biting his lower lip. Two months away from civilization and drama. Alone with only Alec and Chairman for company. He held Alec’s hand tighter and closer. He needs this. They need this.  Writer’s block. Consuming and numbing writer’s block. After the success of Alec’s first book, The No Man’s Game and his critical acclaimed follow up, The Photographer—Alec Lightwood became an instant household name. He was in high demand by his fans and his publisher, both have been on his ass for a year for a third book, demanding a possible sequel to The Photographer. He wants to be Stephen King. He was no Stephen King. The third book has been beyond complicated and difficult. A messy office in Brooklyn filled with manuscripts since the days he began to write, but none ever worthy for Alec Lightwood’s third book pedestal. Truth is he’s in turmoil and the pressure is hitting him hard. Endless nights of wasted papers and cold coffee was getting him nowhere. He wasn’t sure where to go? The inspiration has been dry. He needs to write but getting pass one sentence has been a battle. The public’s high anticipation added with his own self-expectation was overwhelming him. Alec was desperate. When a random word of mouth about a hotel in the mountains in Colorado was looking for a winter caretaker during their closing season. The idea of an enclosed hotel enthralled Alec. An isolated hotel away from the public and the world. To Alec, it was a writer’s dream. Alec made the call. His editor, Ragnor was against it. He recommended Paris, London, coffee shops, or a train ride through Europe. Anything but cabin fever. Alec passed on all the suggestions. His family thinks he’s crazy too. However, his choice was not only for him but for Magnus too. He needs to take him away. He wants to hurt them. Kill them. Eliminate all those who dare to hurt his Magnus. Thoughts of vengeance and pure rages filled his mind. Yet he had to follow a moral code, he resisted and decided that the best thing he can do is to take Magnus away from the drama. Magnus needs time to heal. Alec needs to learn to tame the monster inside.  Magnus Bane. His one and only. Magnus was a world-renowned dancer and a choreographer. Traveled world since he was an infant. A prodigy and the only son of the infamous music legend and composer Asmodeus. Since the age of 5, Magnus spoke 7 different languages, composed his own music, and directed his own dance ensemble. He was accepted in Juilliard at 14. He was the youngest ever accepted. Extraordinary was not enough to describe Magnus.  Alec met Magnus during Alec’s sophomore year at NYU. Late at night, on his walk back to his tiny studio apartment in the Bronx. From the library, he would make a shortcut through the Performance Art building. He heard music—sad but perfectly synced music echoing in the halls. Following the song’s trance, he found Magnus. He was alone on an empty stage under spotlights. There were no audiences. Just a dancer and a recorder player. He was beautiful, magical, and magnetic. Completely in his own world dancing like moving art, unknown that at that very moment by the doorway—Alec was falling in love. When their eyes locked. Magnus‘ soft brown eyes on Alec’s hazels, that hid behind a messy shag of dark brown hair. Magnus was covered in sweat, yet he smelled so sweet. The kind of sweet that made Alec thirsty and determined. Magnus was trying to catch his breath, bare-chested with a pair of very tight black dancer tights. He gave him a shy smile and “hello.” Alec knew then, Magnus Bane was his one. His only.  Magnus was younger. He was only 18. Alec was 23. He called him…Alec, like everyone else. They were friends at first. Best friends with inside jokes and movie marathons. Inseparable and unbreakable. Then one day, Magnus looked at him and called him, “Alexander” for the first time. He told him that he thinks he like girls…and boys too. He admitted he was interested in a particular tall, dark, and handsome man. He had hazel eyes and had a smile that melts Magnus’ insides. Who laughs at his jokes, buy him ice creams when he’s sad, tells him he’s beautiful and inspires him to greatness. Magnus admitted he has been flirting with this man, but he’s little clueless in the message. Alec was jealous at first thinking some stranger has won Magnus’ heart, then he connected the dots and blushed. Sometimes he’s an idiot. Alec confessed then too.  Alec was gay. He knows he is. He has always known since he understood the difference between girls and boys. But the world is cruel. He understood that fairness and equality is a long battle. Through his younger days, It was harder. He hated himself. He believed everything they said about his feelings, that it was a mental illness and a sin. He was already damned for loving a man. Magnus would tell him, at least they will be together. Even in hell. Alec is contented, if his afterlife is predetermined to the eternal fiery furnace, as long as he had Magnus. He’ll take it. Only a few knew. His siblings, his agent, editor, and Magnus. It took years for him to make a compromise with himself. He knew how he felt. He knew who he loved. He just had to make a compromise. It wasn’t justice and peace, but at least he can wake in the morning. Well, most mornings. Alec chose to keep his sexuality away from the public. It was the 70s. Being an openly gay man was a risk. He has always been a private person. He preferred it, despite his newly found fame as the “It” horror-suspense author. His agent also advised that it would be wise to keep his bedroom affairs from his profession. Though Alec’s life and honesty are limited to the public world, his writing is his truth. Even when he’s writing about monsters and demons. The truth is there.  Within a year of their confession, Alec and Magnus moved in together. Behind closed doors, in their own world. They were more than friends, beyond lovers. However, the outside world didn’t know that. On the lease, they were known as “friends” or just “roommates” sharing rent. At the present time, Alec was fine with it. As long as Magnus was near him. With him. He didn’t need the world’s approval. He has no plan to share Magnus anymore than he already has to.  The scandal. Post-Vietnam war, being Asian in America was more troublesome and melancholy than before. People looked at Magnus on the streets as the enemy. That every Asian living in America was the reason for the war. A war that left thousands of people…bitter, angry, and confused. Magnus spent his entire life, breaking thick walls to be accepted in a White man’s world. The first struggle was to overcome the shadow that was his overbearing and tiger father. Magnus worked hard. He left home. Earned an education and status as The Magnus Bane. When he earned the title of the ballerino, the lead male dancer for the New York City Dance Company. It was big news, but before it hit the hot press. He lost it. Unfortunately, in a world of art where beauty and difference should be celebrated become a world of narrowed politic. Having an Asian lead dancer was a bad idea for the company. Investors and benefactors threatened to leave the company’s financial bank if they promoted Magnus. He cannot be their face. Instead, Jean Peters became the lead. Magnus was pushed further back. Strangely, he called his father that night to tell him the news. He rather hears the words of the devil than the defeated words storming inside of him. Asmodeus, as always was truthful. His honesty was hurtful but comforting because it was true. Magnus knew he was different. He stood out in the crowd of privileged children, he was a tan Indonesian while most of his peer last named ended in names like Adams and Milton. But Magnus grew up with a silver spoon too. He was Asmodeus’ son. Asmodeus taught him to be proud of his heritage and his race. But when he was told, that all his hard work meant nothing. That’s his “face” was no longer welcomed. He never felt so ashamed for being different. He came to realize that years of work only concluded that the world only saw him as an object. A worldly and exotic Eastern import. A thing, that people indulged in so they can pretend that they were cultured and respectful. However pushing Magnus Bane “back” created a stir of gossip. There’s were already been speculations about Magnus relationship and living arrangements with Alec. Words came out soon that Magnus was gay. That his ex-girlfriend Camille blamed their break up because Magnus was cheating on her with a man. Magnus as furious. One, he wasn’t gay. He was attracted to both men and women. Two, he never cheated on her. He loved her. The betrayal was heartbreaking. However, he kept his mouth shut, afraid that any encouragement will lead to Alec. Soon, the rumors were getting out of control. Magnus couldn’t step into a club or even a room without people looking at him with their current assumptions and speculations of his life. In one week, he became the whore. Rumors of him sleeping with both men and women for advancement in his career. That he had an STD and AIDS. That he was doing cocaine at studio 54 while in a threesome in the VIP room. That he was a member of the communist party. That he was a Russian spy. That he’s nothing without his father’s name and fortune. Magnus quitted the company. Unemployed, depressed, and he locked himself in the loft. Yet, the rumors continued. Alec was angry. He stood by Magnus and told his agent, he planned to “coming out” to the public. He will tell them in the past 5 years, Magnus and him were in a serious relationship. He would clear all the rumors about Magnus. His agent advised him not to and Magnus stopped him, saying that this was not the way to come out. He didn’t want Alec to be near this. Alec was not pleased. He was angry. Yet another compromise had to be made.  When they arrived. They greeted by a man named William. He was older, most likely in his late 40s. He directed them to where to park their car. “I’ll get some help to get your bags to your rooms.” He looked at Magnus with an intensive stare. Magnus took Chairman’s carrier. Magnus is not sure he liked him. There was a bad feeling Magnus was getting from him. Alec led the way to the front. They passed a few staff members walking out. Clearly, leaving for the winter. When they entered the hotel. The air smelled of evergreen and mint. The hotel was beautiful and massive. The hotel was a Victorian styled surrounded by oak woods, red bricks, and white paints. The interior designs were grand, with strong uses of warm tones, patterns, and velvet. They greeted by a bellboy, a young man named Tim. Who smiled at them and lead them to Mr. Connor.  “There are 220 rooms here.” Mr. Connor said. His narrowed intensive blue eyes on Magnus and Alec. Alec wondered if Mr. Connor was curious about the relationship between Magnus and Alec. Why a White man was showing up at their hotel with an Asian man and a tabby cat? Alec informed Mr. Connor about the surface information. That was enough. Mr. Connor was the hotel manager. A short-stacked man with blonde hair and a thick tamed mustache. “The room keys are locked in the cabinet at the front desk. We want all the rooms to remain locked.” He said with a strong stern in his tone. He stared at them for a long second, to make it clear that rooms need to be locked and undisturbed. “I was told this was built in 1903?” Alec looked away. He did some research on the hotel. He loved history. “Yes, the hotel was built by Lord Stanley and his brothers. He was very ill with tuberculosis and built this place to heal. He recovered and was impressed by the area healing elements…especially the fresh dry air in the summer. He then decided to transform it into a hotel. Of course, more rooms were added…including a ballroom and a greenhouse in the back.” Mr. Connor answered. He then led them to the grand ballroom. Magnus was in love. It was big and spacious. He is definitely going to claim this room. Crystal chandeliers on the ceilings and large open windows letting the sun in. Alec smiled, catching the glee in Magnus’ eyes. This would be a perfect place for Magnus to practice. Mr. Connor led them to a long hallway that led to the kitchen and food supplies. “There should enough food to last you two for longer than your stay. The walk-in freezer is over there, there is a fully-stocked pantry, and we did stock some fresh vegetables in the fridge. The greenhouse also has vegetables there too…we do want you to manage the greenhouse as well.” Alec nodded. Magnus handed Chairman to Alec as he explored the kitchen. He saw some frozen streaks in the freezer and red potatoes and green beans. Now, where’s the vodka? He wondered “Thank you.” Alec was pleased. “This way…will lead to the staff living quarters.” Magnus and Alec followed. “Here, is your room Mr. Lightwood and down the hall is yours, Mr. Bane.” Magnus grinned at Alec, taking Chairman’s carrier from him. The rooms were basic. A queen size bed, a desk, a lamp, and a TV in the corner. Each room there was a connected bathroom with a standing shower. Magnus let Chairman out in Alec’s room. Their room. The room they appointed him was smaller. He smiled as Chairman made his way out of the carrier, stretching his body and legs. Magnus felt bad. The poor kitty, such a long drive.  Mr. Connor showed them the pool, the greenhouse, the cigar room, the lounge, the storage rooms, the basement, and the garage. He told them there snowmobiles in the garage and extra gasoline for emergence. After the tour, they returned back to the front desk. “This is the radio. Do check in every day and night. It is also connected to sheriff department in the nearest town. However, with the heavy storm that may take them some time to travel up here. We do have a landmine…William is our groundskeeper. He knows the area very well. I believed you met him outside. He has a cabin a few miles from here. He will check on you…time and time.” Magnus looked at Alec, he wasn’t sure about William. “Okay…” Alec checked out the radio. He turned it on and off. “Where are the backup generators?” “Yes, I’ll show you them…they are located in the back near the greenhouse….there is one in the manager office and one down by the staff living area for emergency only. Also beside the manager office is what called the nurse office, there are medical supplies there.” He replied. “Good to know.” Magnus replied, eyes at the hallway’s paintings. There were paintings of landscapes and a large dominating standing portrait of an older man with dark eyes and white hair that stood down the hall. He was wearing a black periodic Victorian suit. That must be Mr. Stanley. Magnus concluded. “Mr. Lightwood, it’s really simple, we expected you to do a walk through the hotel every day and ensure the doors are locked. Keep the heater on at a low 65 degrees so the piles won’t freeze…Of course, you can change the temperature in your rooms and use the fireplaces. It will be very cold here. Any mess or damages will be your responsibility.” Mr. Connor looked at Alec and followed his eyes to Magnus, who was wandering away. “Will do, Mr. Connor.” Alec nodded. He handled Alec a set of keys. “These are master keys to the manager office and main doors…I’ll show you the generators and the back shed…the tools are there for any needed maintenances.” Magnus have walked off. Alec followed Mr. Connor.  Alec found Magnus back in the ballroom. He was looking out towards the mountains. “Do you like it?” Alec asked. He stood next to him. “I love it. It’s quiet and peaceful. Definitely, a great place to work on your novel. And I can work on some projects here too.” Magnus smiled. Alec can feel it. A calmness and excitement in Magnus that he hasn’t felt in weeks. “I was thinking that when we get back, I am going to start my own dance company…my our productions, my own shows…what do you think?” Alec smiled, seeing Magnus hopeful made him happy. “You can do anything. I will be right here.” He wanted to kiss him. Magnus can tell, so he grinned and stood closer. “Alexander, this was a wonderful idea…I think this plan is going to work out.” He smirked. “Get this whole place to ourselves…no unwanted distractions and surrounded by nature…and I can dance naked.” Magnus purred, he bitted his lips. Looking directly at Alec’s eyes. “Naked, huh?” Alec faced him. They were close, dangerously close. “You love it when I dance naked.” He said softly. Alec smiled and nodded. Magnus, dancing and naked. Alec can’t help but think things. “I saw that large red velvet couch in the lobby when we got here…I am going to fuck you on that couch tonight.” He said firmly, staring at Magnus lustful and bold. Magnus took a deep breath. He was impressed. Alec is filled with surprises. “Yeah?” “Yeah…” Alec smiled and nodded.  Mr. Connor was the last to leave. He wrote down a list of phone numbers and told them he will call them every day to check in. He asked that they be careful and stayed warm. The upcoming storm was not be taken lightly. William and Tim left after helping Alec with carrying their luggage, bags, and a few boxes of personal supplies into their quarters. Willam did inform Alec that he will call in morning and at night every day to inform him about the current area status and the weather. He also advised Alec to do his walkthrough in the morning and never at night and like Mr. Connor but eerier and coldly told Alec to not unlock any of the rooms’ doors. He added one important note. That it was also very important to stay busy. As he said, “To keep the mind…sane”. Alec took it as, Don’t be lazy, do your job. While Alec prepared dinner. Magnus did the unpacking and fed Chairman. He found a nice corner in the lobby for chairman, setting out his cats toys, litter box, and bed. Chairman, the ever curious cat was loving the place. He roamed the rooms and halls. Finding warm places to nap and stare. Dinner was grilled steaks, baked potatoes, and streamed garlic green beans with white wine. Dinner was delicious. After dinner, Alec set his writing area in the main lobby by a large fireplace. He had his typewriter and boxes of fresh paper. He started a fire to keep the room warm. He sat at the desk for an hour, staring at his typewriter. It was just day one. He wasn’t going to pressure himself yet. He will get there. He feels more confident than yesterday. At least that’s a start. He did note down some ideas and then he played with Chairman. Magnus joined him later, he showered and was dressed in his silk purple pajamas. Face fresh and innocent looking. He greeted Alec with a kiss. “How is it going?” “It going somewhere.” Alec looked up and smiled. “You will get there, babe.” Magnus kissed his forehead. Alec nodded. He was determined to start and finish this book. He dragged Magnus and himself all the way to Colorado. He has to accomplished this. The goal is success. Magnus smelled lovely. He smelled of Chanel no. 5. Magnus doesn’t go anywhere without his Chanel. Alec pulled him closer to kiss him deeply. One sweet kiss led to heavy breathing, lips glued, and tongues tugging at each other. Alec carried Magnus to the red large velvet couch by the fireplace, that he has been eyeing since he arrived. He badly wants to see Magnus on it, naked and under him. He pulled at Magnus’ waistband. His lips never leaving Magnus’ soft and warm skin. He pushed Magnus’ legs apart and looked at him. His eyes hungry and desperate to be inside Magnus’ warmth. Magnus licked his lips as he unbuttoned his nightshirt, leaving him bare. Alec’s heart stopped. Magnus golden skin and warm brown eyes were lit from the fire’s glow. He’s gorgeous and lovely. Magnus kept his eyes on him as he reached for Alec’s belt. “Mr. Lightwood, you’re a man of your word. I was told that you’re going to fuck me on this particular couch?” “Yes, Mr. Bane. I am a man of my word.” He reached up to kiss him.  “I love you.” Magnus whispered softly as he tucked his head underneath Alec’s neck and rested his head on his chest. “I love you.” Alec kissed his head. He pulled their comforter over them. He wrapped his arms around Magnus. They decided to sleep on the couch for the night. The room was warm and comforting. They were exhausted from the long day. Chairman has settled on a nearby loveseat. They both closed their eyes. Listening to the sounds of fire woods cracking, synced heartbeats, and Chairman’s soft snores. They all fell asleep.  Outside the clouds were forming, thick and dark. The winds speed up and it created strong hallowing sounds around. The snow began to fall. On the second floor, in room 217. An echoing click of the door unlocking. The door opened with sounds of footsteps making it’s way downstairs. Lights dimmed and the rooms grew colder. Chairman was awake. He stood at the bottom of the stairway. His ears and yellow eyes locked on a figure standing on the steps with a large grin on its face.  So….it begins. Happy Halloween!!!! Thanks for reading, Chapter 2 will be posted and the monsters are coming. insert…*evil laugh* Hahahahaha. Fun Fact: Stephen King stayed in room 217 at the Stanley Hotel. He actually stayed there with his wife alone as the only guests of the entire hotel before they closed down for the season…It was this room that started the book, “The Shining.” Please…any feedbacks are welcomed. Special hello to: @viridian99 , @childoftheopenroad , @xainshadowslinger , @inapeculiarlife , @curlyandboobearziam , @lovelightwood008 , @kjulissa , @flibbertigibbetboogers, @flibbertigibbetboogers, @if-stars-were-to-die, @rhetoricianx, @jarrivepasatrouverunpseudo, @hannabellaisnotmyname, @countingstaarss
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Wizardess Heart Modern Au
So this was greatly inspired by Rayheart on tumblr, with her modern AU. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to write it. This is still Gedonelune but given a modern world instead. I am basing this off of both my high school in Australia and what my friend's high school is like for her in America. Also, Wienfix is mentioned in Sigurd's route (but I found it on tumblr). I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AMERICAN FOOTBALL, SORRRRYYYYY….
“So Liz, you going to attend the football match tonight?” Liz turned to her left to face her best friend, Amelia. They were walking together on the way to their next class, which was an elective, and the only class they have together.
“Of course! I love to cheer on the football team, especially Klaus, Serge, Vincent, Guy, and Glenn!” Liz enjoys cheering on her friends every week, either it is a home game or an away game.
“You should consider the cheerleading squad, Liz,” Amelia suggested, combing her fingers through her orange hair, trying to catch knots that didn’t leave that morning with her hairbrush.
“I don’t know… plus I have to wear those suggestive outfits, and guys already hit on me left to right.” Liz explained her reason to not join. SHe would love to cheer for her guys and be a part of a team, but with boys around the school constantly flirting with her, she doesn’t want the extra attention.
“I understand your reasoning, but in most stories, the cheerleading squad girls are the most popular girls on campus! Think of that, popular!” Amelia’s grin was spread across her face, popularity looking good to her.
“I don’t need to be popular when I have friends that care about me.”
They stopped in their tracks as Amelia gives her a big hug. “This is why we all love you, Liz.”
“All I need is my friend’s love.” Liz hugged her back before the pair started walking again to their class.
Liz had spent years of her life alone, after her and her parents were involved in a freak car accident. When Liz was only 13, they were on a trip to the neighboring continent, Wienfix, when unfortunately, a drunk man speeding in the opposite direction collided with their car. The car was severely damaged in the front, killing both of Liz’s parents. She survived in the back seat and had to live with her aunt and cousin for 4 years till she was 17. She now lives in an apartment by herself, earning her wages by working at the local cat cafe.
The first period passed as normal, as did the next 3 periods until lunch. She had cooking during the 4th period, meaning payday. This was another way to earn money. She would cook and end up selling the food at lunchtime, she didn’t ask for this, but she needs any extra money to continue living alone.
“So today I made some Yo-Yos. They are an Australian biscuit, which is also called Melting Moments. They have a cream filling and are extremely sugary, with lots of butter as well. Unhealthy but delicious.” Liz explained the contents of the biscuit.
“They look delicious, Liz.” Elias was the first person to comment on her food. Having a sweet tooth, and instantly bought some before they were gone, Klaus not too far behind.
“Just what I need before practice. Be better if I had tea with me.” Klaus bought some before more guys started to show.
“You should try some coffee, Klaus. I bet these are amazing with coffee.” Sigurd butted in. Klaus instantly scrunched his face, disgusted by even the mention of coffee.
“Keep that coffee far away from me, also Serge gave me his money to buy some for him since he is already down at the pitch. He said he needed a lot of whatever you baked.” He gave extra money to Liz to buy some for Serge.
“Tell Serge I said hi, and you're welcome for baking these.” Liz smiled, knowing how happy Serge would be for these sweets.
“Will do.” And with that, Klaus was off.
“Can’t believe he won’t try coffee… Maybe I should swap his tea for coffee sometime.” Sigurd walked off after purchasing a couple of Yo-Yos. You could tell by the concentrated look on his face, he was figuring out a way to make Klaus drink coffee.
Lunch rolled past quickly, with all her sweets being sold before halfway through lunch. Yukiya had popped in to buy 1, while other’s like Luca and Joel, bought a handful, not letting the ‘beautiful’ food go to waste.
For the rest of lunch, she sat down on the grass field, overlooking the football and the football team practicing, with Amelia. They gossiped, well, Amelia gossiped, about what was going on through school. A secret relationship was revealed when they told their friends they were dating, and one girl accidentally told another girl. That other girl had a habit of not keeping things secret, and by the end of the day, Amelia was sure the whole year level would know this. And by the end of the week, the whole school would know. That was the way it worked here at Gedonelune High School. Something couldn’t remain a secret for long.
The day quickly ended, with Liz walking side by side with Amelia, on the way to the cat cafe to attend work. The bonus of working there, you get to hang around cats. When Amelia and Liz arrived, they changed into their uniform, a simple white shirt and black skirt with an apron. It had only been 5 mins until Elias walked through the door with a book in hand, and sat in his regular corner seat.
Liz walked up to him, with a notepad to take down orders in hand, and tapped his shoulder to get him out of his book. “So what would you like today, Elias? The normal chocolate and caramel slice with hot chocolate, or would you maybe want to try our new triple chocolate cake?”
“I would like the normal hot chocolate, 3 teaspoons of sugar and 2 marshmallows, and I would like to try the new chocolate cake please.” Elias smiled as a tabby cat came over and sat on his lap. “Hello, Mr. Fluffy, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He talked to the cat, which was named Mr. Fluffy because of his large fluffy fur.
Liz walked back up to the counter and told Liz his order. “I swear, he orders diabetes every day.” Amelia laughed.
“Klaus isn’t any better. They both live off sugar, which apparently they and their older brother got from their father.” Liz laughed along as they both prepared his order. Liz working on the hot chocolate and Amelia cut a slice of cake for him. When both were finished, Liz walked back over to him with a plate in hand, and he instantly started eating.
After eating, Elias complimented her on the food. “Thank you, Liz, I deeply enjoyed the cake and hot chocolate.” He gave his fan-killing smile to Liz, which could melt anyone’s heart. “The cat’s are just an added bonus, as I mostly come here to see you- I mean eat your food! You did say you cook some of the food here, right!” He was blushing from head to toe, causing Liz to blush as well.
Liz gave a slight thank you, as she walked away to the counter, Amelia watching the exchange from her position with the widest grin on her face. “You two are soooo adorable together!” She squealed at Liz, getting excited. “I hope you two date someday!” This caused Liz to blush even more.
The next couple of hours continued, with Elias leaving not too long after the embarrassing conversation. He normally stays for longer, but the girls guess he couldn’t handle the embarrassment, but either could Liz. However, the shift continued with nothing of the sort happening again, just serving customers.
Amelia and Liz made plans that Amelia would drop Liz off at her place, as usual, but pick her up later to attend the football match. This prevented Liz from happening to walk to the school grounds at dark, even if the school is in walking distance.
An hour later, they were both at the school football field, cheering on their fellow friends. Sitting with them on the bleachers was Elias, Yukiya, Azusa, Joel, and Leon. Not too far was Cerim, Leslie, Sigurd and Mel, and Luca sitting amongst the girls, obviously with his new girlfriend, which would not last too long. God knows how many girlfriends he has had, although Amelia might actually know since she stays a top of gossip.
The game was off to a good start, with Guy being the fastest runner, scoring a goal. This continued on, with their team winning. With a combination of Glenn’s strength, Guy’s speed, their teammates, which includes Serge and Vincent, and Klaus’ leadership as captain, they were sure to win.
It was halftime break, and Amelia used this to talk to the guys sitting with her and Liz. “So Yukiya, take anymore stray cat’s home again?”
Yukiya moved his head so he was facing Amelia. “I found a stray cat on the way back home after school, but after mum’s last warning about bringing home another animal, I could only give him some leftover lunch and make a little shelter out of nearby boxes and containers.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet…” Amelia cooed.
“I could maybe take that cat home, could you show me where it is if it is still there?” Leon asked Yukiya, who was sitting next to him.
“Sure. Let’s just hope the cat is still there.”
“I love cats,” Elias joined the conversation. “but unfortunately, Klaus is allergic to cat hair so I’m not allowed to bring any home.”
“That’s a shame,” Yukiya responded.
The game then continued, with their school still in the lead. The other team was gaining up, causing a tie. Both teams were desperate to win this match, which would lead them to the finals. They had little time left and wanted to try every strategy to win. They decided on Guy going in for the final goal, and fortunately, he did it. He managed to score a goal before the end of the game, meaning that they won!
Everyone from Gedonelune High School ran down to the pitch to congratulate them on the win. Liz headed down as well, but not running like everyone else. She headed to where Klaus and Serge were crowded.
“Hello Klaus, Serge. Great job on winning tonight!” She smiled up at them as she felt happy for their win.
“Well, I couldn’t have done it without those delicious treats at lunch!” Serge hugged her, his way of saying thank you.
“Serge, I wouldn’t mind a hug normally, but you’re sweaty.” Liz pointed out. He immediately let go, now aware of how terrible he must smell.
“Those treats were delicious, Liz, and I do believe they helped us today.” Klaus butted in, obviously not happy that Serge was close to Liz.
The crowd eventually faded, and Liz was dropped off at her apartment by Amelia. She quickly changed into her pajamas, taking out her twin pig-tails held together by pink ribbon. She flopped onto her bed quite dramatically, as she felt exhausted from today’s events. She had a quick scroll through social media before falling fast asleep, dreaming about the events of the day. Selling food, the football match, and don’t forget about Elias’ blushing. That was the most awkward of today's events. She dreamed of something happening between the two, a romance.
She was happy in her dreamland until she woke up.
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Word count: 1885
Yeah, so that is it. Will Liz end up with someone, since 15 guys like her? That scene with Elias though, our adorable tsundere is all grown up! If I continue this, it might have one feature guy per chapter, I don’t know. Again, thanks to Rayheart for her amazing modern AU that prompted me to write this!
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Under the Jellicle Dawn
Chapter elven
Bustopher Jones looked up from polishing his spoon as he waited for Demeter and Bomba to recover from shock.
"You lost him?" He said incredulously.
"No I didn't lose him!" Tugger said puffing out his mane.
"I heard him mutter he needed to relieve himself," Skimbles said helpfully.
"And you let him go by himself?" Bustopher Jones asked reproachfully.
"He's not a kitten!" the Railway cat said.
"No, but he's in a half trance, barely aware of his surroundings!" the Twenty-five pounder told him getting increasingly angry .
"Well how was I supposed to know? What do I know about magical cats?"
"Your mate is one!"
"Nothing like this ever happened to Jennyanydots."
"Of course not! She's a Gumbie Cat, she sits and sits all day gathering up the magical energy she needs to do her Gumbie Cat-ness things," Bustopher Jones said waving his paws in the air.
"Okay, don't panic Rum, Quaxo couldn't have gone far," Munkustrap said hoping to calm his brother as the Cat About Town and the Railway Cat argued.
"Right," Tugger said, "He's ether gone to the gravel pile, his den, my den."
"Your den?" Munku asked.
"We're mates, if he needs to make himself comfortable behind my den I don't care."
"Yeah, but his scent?"
"I love his scent, now like I said he could ether go to the gravel pile, ether of our dens or," Tugger paused his eyes going wide. "He could have gone to our human home! Munk, what if he tried crossing the street and got hit by a truck! When he's in his sleep trance and wants to go somewhere he doesn't pay attention to what's around him! I have to find him!"
"I'm sure he wouldn't walk all the way to your human home to relieve himself," Munkustrap said soothingly.
"And if your sister had become my mate like I asked her too we wouldn't be in this mess!" Skimbles yelled shocking everyone.
Munkustrap and Tugger froze in their tracks, Demeter and Bomba looked at their father with very hurt looks on their faces.
"Skimbleshanks!" Jennyanydot yelled clearly hurt and angry as well.
"Don't you Skimbleshanks me!" the Railway cat yelled back. "I'm not blind to how you flirt and fawn over Bustopher Jones. If he had asked you be his mate before I did you would have said yes!"
"Not this again," the twenty-five pounder groaned sitting down next to Jellicle leader. "This is why I've never taken a mate, too much trouble."
Old Deuteronomy nodded.
"Just because I sing his song, well parts of his song, doesn't mean my feeling for him are anything but platonic!"
"Next year's ball I'm having my nephews and nieces sing my song. The seven of them won't understand the half of it, but Quaxo well help sing the big words," Bustopher Jones told the old cat sitting next him.
"That sounds nice, we must plan it so I'll be there to see and hear it," Old Deuteronomy said.
"Just as long as I take them home before the mating dance. I know there's no real mating going on, but I don't think Quaxo could handle them participating in it. He's liable to attack any tom or queen who so much is glance at any of them during the dance."
"He's one of those older brothers, the over protective type."
"Indeed."
"My first born son Plantagenet was like that," Old Deuteronomy said fondly with an almost sad smile.
Tugger and Munk were very torn, they both wanted to find Mistoffelees, but they also wanted to find out how Skimbles knew Mistoffelees' mother and what happened between and besides this was really good gossip. Not to mention Tugger had a more personal interest, she was his mother-in-law after all.
"You two go on and look for Quaxo," Jellylorum said. "I'll fill you in on everything you miss."
"Thanks, Jelly," the gray tabby said.
"Jelly, you're a true Queen among cats," Tugger said giving her chaste kiss on the cheek before taking off.
Munkustrap sniffed the air saying, "There's been so many cats here it'll be hard to pick up his scent."
"What are you talking about?" Tugger asked sniffing the air as well. "Misto's scent is easy to pick out. He smells like black leather, patchouli, musk, smoky incense, sweet vanilla, and old books."
"All that?" Munkustrap asked snorting in disbelief.
"Well not at first. Before he just smelled like black leather, musk, and old books. It was only after he went to go live with the 'girl' that he started smelling like the other stuff, that's how the 'girl' smells and Misto is always all over her, draped over her shoulders, kneading her with all four paws, giving her love bites, head-butting her, rubbing against her, including with his teeth, following her to the human's grooming room and he goes right in the tub with her when she turns on the knob to make it rain over herself. It's disgusting really."
"What about you?" Munkustrap said with some amusement. All the things Tugger mentioned, with the exception of taking a shower with his human, were normal housecat behavior. Even Munkustrap himself did some of those things with his human family.
"Oh he does those things to me too when the mood strikes him, minus the grooming room thing," Tugger said with annoyed huff.
"No, Rum," Munkustrap began trying to get the image of Quaxo being intimate with his brother out of his head. "I meant how do you show affection to your humans? I'm assuming their more than just this 'girl' you keep talking about."
"Yes there's more than just her, I sang about the family calling him in from the garden for hours. There are the girl's four brothers and the mate of one of the brothers. There are two more brothers who don't live with us one lives at a hospital and the other is away at school or traveling. I've yet to meet ether of them, but Misto has. I don't know about her parents. Now as for how I show affection to the family I grace them with my presence," Tugger said striking a dramatic pose.
"Really?" Munkustrap asked skeptically.
"Hey, the Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle."
"Come on Rum, there must be something else you do," Munkustrap said giving a look that said 'you're not telling me everything brother, spill it or I'll keep on pestering you.'
"Well I," Tugger paused to sniff the air hoping to catch Misto's scent. "I don't break anything for sale in the shop. I suppose that counts."
"What shop?" Munkustrap asked confused.
"Where Misto and I live, the front part of the house is a shop and the girl sells things that humans put on shelves and other non-breakable things I have no interest in."
"So you're a shop cat and a housecat? Interesting."
Tugger rarely talked about his housecat life and Munkustrap wanted to know more. He had been vaguely aware that Tugger and Quaxo lived together, recalling that once Quaxo had told him that Tugger had found out where he lived and had followed him home and became the thing that wouldn't leave. Quaxo had lamented that if the rest of the Jellicles found out he'd never get a moments peace. Munkustrap had sympathized with him; he remembered how hard it was living with Tugger when they were kittens. It wasn't all fun and games, especially when Tugger was bored, and then there was Tugger's fan club. Munkustrap could just imagine queens and kittens caterwauling for Tugger to come out at all hours around Quaxo's human home, so he didn't pry and try to find out where Quaxo and Tugger lived. You never knew what cat or kitten might be listening.
"And I," Tugger continued, "rub against her legs when she feeds us, purr when she brushes me, sleep by her feet when she goes to sleep. Where is he?" Tugger muttered. "He wouldn't have teleported home."
"What about the four other brothers and the one brother's mate?"
"What?" Tugger asked too focused on finding his mate to pay to munch attention to what he and Munkustrap were talking about.
"The rest of the family you live with," Munkustrap clarified.
"Oh them," Tugger said disinterested. "Three of the brothers are tolerated. The one brother and his mate or not."
"What does that mean?"
"It means Misto and I don't like them. I smell smoky incense!" Tugger finished excitedly as he began to navigate his way through a labyrinth of broken furniture and other various pieces of garbage that humans saw fit to throw away. Munkustrap followed him.
"Don't you come near me!" Cassandra screamed, followed by a loud crash. Tugger and Munku quickened their pace to reach the Abyssinian queen.
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So this was greatly inspired by Rayheart on tumblr, with her modern AU. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to write it. This is still Gedonelune but given a modern world instead. I am basing this off of both my high school in Australia and what my friend's high school is like for her in America. Also, Wienfix is mentioned in Sigurd's route (but I found it on tumblr). I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AMERICAN FOOTBALL, SORRRRYYYYY….
“So Liz, you going to attend the football match tonight?” Liz turned to her left to face her best friend, Amelia. They were walking together on the way to their next class, which was an elective, and the only class they have together.
“Of course! I love to cheer on the football team, especially Klaus, Serge, Vincent, Guy, and Glenn!” Liz enjoys cheering on her friends every week, either it is a home game or an away game.
“You should consider the cheerleading squad, Liz,” Amelia suggested, combing her fingers through her orange hair, trying to catch knots that didn’t leave that morning with her hairbrush.
“I don’t know… plus I have to wear those suggestive outfits, and guys already hit on me left to right.” Liz explained her reason to not join. SHe would love to cheer for her guys and be a part of a team, but with boys around the school constantly flirting with her, she doesn’t want the extra attention.
“I understand your reasoning, but in most stories, the cheerleading squad girls are the most popular girls on campus! Think of that, popular!” Amelia’s grin was spread across her face, popularity looking good to her.
“I don’t need to be popular when I have friends that care about me.”
They stopped in their tracks as Amelia gives her a big hug. “This is why we all love you, Liz.”
“All I need is my friend’s love.” Liz hugged her back before the pair started walking again to their class.
Liz had spent years of her life alone, after her and her parents were involved in a freak car accident. When Liz was only 13, they were on a trip to the neighboring continent, Wienfix, when unfortunately, a drunk man speeding in the opposite direction collided with their car. The car was severely damaged in the front, killing both of Liz’s parents. She survived in the back seat and had to live with her aunt and cousin for 4 years till she was 17. She now lives in an apartment by herself, earning her wages by working at the local cat cafe.
The first period passed as normal, as did the next 3 periods until lunch. She had cooking during the 4th period, meaning payday. This was another way to earn money. She would cook and end up selling the food at lunchtime, she didn’t ask for this, but she needs any extra money to continue living alone.
“So today I made some Yo-Yos. They are an Australian biscuit, which is also called Melting Moments. They have a cream filling and are extremely sugary, with lots of butter as well. Unhealthy but delicious.” Liz explained the contents of the biscuit.
“They look delicious, Liz.” Elias was the first person to comment on her food. Having a sweet tooth, and instantly bought some before they were gone, Klaus not too far behind.
“Just what I need before practice. Be better if I had tea with me.” Klaus bought some before more guys started to show.
“You should try some coffee, Klaus. I bet these are amazing with coffee.” Sigurd butted in. Klaus instantly scrunched his face, disgusted by even the mention of coffee.
“Keep that coffee far away from me, also Serge gave me his money to buy some for him since he is already down at the pitch. He said he needed a lot of whatever you baked.” He gave extra money to Liz to buy some for Serge.
“Tell Serge I said hi, and you're welcome for baking these.” Liz smiled, knowing how happy Serge would be for these sweets.
“Will do.” And with that, Klaus was off.
“Can’t believe he won’t try coffee… Maybe I should swap his tea for coffee sometime.” Sigurd walked off after purchasing a couple of Yo-Yos. You could tell by the concentrated look on his face, he was figuring out a way to make Klaus drink coffee.
Lunch rolled past quickly, with all her sweets being sold before halfway through lunch. Yukiya had popped in to buy 1, while other’s like Luca and Joel, bought a handful, not letting the ‘beautiful’ food go to waste.
For the rest of lunch, she sat down on the grass field, overlooking the football and the football team practicing, with Amelia. They gossiped, well, Amelia gossiped, about what was going on through school. A secret relationship was revealed when they told their friends they were dating, and one girl accidentally told another girl. That other girl had a habit of not keeping things secret, and by the end of the day, Amelia was sure the whole year level would know this. And by the end of the week, the whole school would know. That was the way it worked here at Gedonelune High School. Something couldn’t remain a secret for long.
The day quickly ended, with Liz walking side by side with Amelia, on the way to the cat cafe to attend work. The bonus of working there, you get to hang around cats. When Amelia and Liz arrived, they changed into their uniform, a simple white shirt and black skirt with an apron. It had only been 5 mins until Elias walked through the door with a book in hand, and sat in his regular corner seat.
Liz walked up to him, with a notepad to take down orders in hand, and tapped his shoulder to get him out of his book. “So what would you like today, Elias? The normal chocolate and caramel slice with hot chocolate, or would you maybe want to try our new triple chocolate cake?”
“I would like the normal hot chocolate, 3 teaspoons of sugar and 2 marshmallows, and I would like to try the new chocolate cake please.” Elias smiled as a tabby cat came over and sat on his lap. “Hello, Mr. Fluffy, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He talked to the cat, which was named Mr. Fluffy because of his large fluffy fur.
Liz walked back up to the counter and told Liz his order. “I swear, he orders diabetes every day.” Amelia laughed.
“Klaus isn’t any better. They both live off sugar, which apparently they and their older brother got from their father.” Liz laughed along as they both prepared his order. Liz working on the hot chocolate and Amelia cut a slice of cake for him. When both were finished, Liz walked back over to him with a plate in hand, and he instantly started eating.
After eating, Elias complimented her on the food. “Thank you, Liz, I deeply enjoyed the cake and hot chocolate.” He gave his fan-killing smile to Liz, which could melt anyone’s heart. “The cat’s are just an added bonus, as I mostly come here to see you- I mean eat your food! You did say you cook some of the food here, right!” He was blushing from head to toe, causing Liz to blush as well.
Liz gave a slight thank you, as she walked away to the counter, Amelia watching the exchange from her position with the widest grin on her face. “You two are soooo adorable together!” She squealed at Liz, getting excited. “I hope you two date someday!” This caused Liz to blush even more.
The next couple of hours continued, with Elias leaving not too long after the embarrassing conversation. He normally stays for longer, but the girls guess he couldn’t handle the embarrassment, but either could Liz. However, the shift continued with nothing of the sort happening again, just serving customers.
Amelia and Liz made plans that Amelia would drop Liz off at her place, as usual, but pick her up later to attend the football match. This prevented Liz from happening to walk to the school grounds at dark, even if the school is in walking distance.
An hour later, they were both at the school football field, cheering on their fellow friends. Sitting with them on the bleachers was Elias, Yukiya, Azusa, Joel, and Leon. Not too far was Cerim, Leslie, Sigurd and Mel, and Luca sitting amongst the girls, obviously with his new girlfriend, which would not last too long. God knows how many girlfriends he has had, although Amelia might actually know since she stays a top of gossip.
The game was off to a good start, with Guy being the fastest runner, scoring a goal. This continued on, with their team winning. With a combination of Glenn’s strength, Guy’s speed, their teammates, which includes Serge and Vincent, and Klaus’ leadership as captain, they were sure to win.
It was halftime break, and Amelia used this to talk to the guys sitting with her and Liz. “So Yukiya, take anymore stray cat’s home again?”
Yukiya moved his head so he was facing Amelia. “I found a stray cat on the way back home after school, but after mum’s last warning about bringing home another animal, I could only give him some leftover lunch and make a little shelter out of nearby boxes and containers.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet…” Amelia cooed.
“I could maybe take that cat home, could you show me where it is if it is still there?” Leon asked Yukiya, who was sitting next to him.
“Sure. Let’s just hope the cat is still there.”
“I love cats,” Elias joined the conversation. “but unfortunately, Klaus is allergic to cat hair so I’m not allowed to bring any home.”
“That’s a shame,” Yukiya responded.
The game then continued, with their school still in the lead. The other team was gaining up, causing a tie. Both teams were desperate to win this match, which would lead them to the finals. They had little time left and wanted to try every strategy to win. They decided on Guy going in for the final goal, and fortunately, he did it. He managed to score a goal before the end of the game, meaning that they won!
Everyone from Gedonelune High School ran down to the pitch to congratulate them on the win. Liz headed down as well, but not running like everyone else. She headed to where Klaus and Serge were crowded.
“Hello Klaus, Serge. Great job on winning tonight!” She smiled up at them as she felt happy for their win.
“Well, I couldn’t have done it without those delicious treats at lunch!” Serge hugged her, his way of saying thank you.
“Serge, I wouldn’t mind a hug normally, but you’re sweaty.” Liz pointed out. He immediately let go, now aware of how terrible he must smell.
“Those treats were delicious, Liz, and I do believe they helped us today.” Klaus butted in, obviously not happy that Serge was close to Liz.
The crowd eventually faded, and Liz was dropped off at her apartment by Amelia. She quickly changed into her pajamas, taking out her twin pig-tails held together by pink ribbon. She flopped onto her bed quite dramatically, as she felt exhausted from today’s events. She had a quick scroll through social media before falling fast asleep, dreaming about the events of the day. Selling food, the football match, and don’t forget about Elias’ blushing. That was the most awkward of today's events. She dreamed of something happening between the two, a romance.
She was happy in her dreamland until she woke up.
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Word count: 1885
Yeah, so that is it. Will Liz end up with someone, since 15 guys like her? That scene with Elias though, our adorable tsundere is all grown up! If I continue this, it might have one feature guy per chapter, I don’t know. Again, thanks to Rayheart for her amazing modern AU that prompted me to write this!
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Dog Gone Problems is a weekly advice column by David Codr, a dog behaviorist in Omaha. David answers dog behavior questions sent in by our readers. You can reach him at [email protected].
I have an 18-month-old Goldendoodle who is a very kind and loving dog. My family’s intent is for him to work as a therapy dog. The problem is I am a 14-year-old small girl who this dog doesn’t respect at all. I feel like I have tried everything. My family has hired behaviorists and trainers. I walk him 30 minutes a day — morning and night — and I train him for 10 minutes after each one of those walks. No matter what I do, he doesn’t respect me. However, he respects the rest of my family. All my dad has to do is walk in the room and he will drop whatever he has. It’s the same with my brothers, who are 11- and 16-years-old.
The next issue is that he has possession aggression. He is very fast. He grabs everything and does not let it go (at least for me). For example, he loves socks and will swallow them. Because of this he has had to get two surgeries and has had multiple visits to the vet to induce vomiting. We have buckets with lids and locks, but he can also open doors. When he gets something to chew on and I try to take it away, he growls — a lot. Then when I try to open his jaw, he bites me.
I need help. How can I make him respect me? Is it my fault or the dog’s?
Wow. It sounds like you have quite a few issues going on. From what you wrote, it appears you are doing some good work already. Maybe we just need to add a little fine tuning. I can share a few tips.
Let’s break your letter down into individual sections so you can focus on one thing at a time.
First, respect for dogs can be confusing. Some of the factors may be related to your age and stature. Size matters to dogs. That said, one of my former apprentices has gone on to become a dog behaviorist and she is just over 5 feet tall. So it’s something you can get past.
While the walks are great, they may not be enough. Your average dog needs an hour of exercise every day, but some dogs may need even more. From what you wrote, I’d guess your dog falls into that category. This video on creative ways to exercise dogs can help you supplement your walks with some easy indoor exercise options.
I’d look for some ways to build in compliance before your dog gets what he wants in your day-to-day life. Petting with a purpose is a wonderful way to help your dog learn to respect you as a leader and help him practice asking for things instead of telling you what to do.
Do you enforce rules with your dog? Dogs often see those who enforce rules as the leader. Enforcing rules gives you an opportunity to demonstrate your leadership in small, subtle ways multiple times a day.
I’d suggest you also start developing a strong leave it command with your dog. Once established, you can pull out high-value items and leave them on the floor when you can supervise and give the dog the leave it command. The more you repeat this, the less the dog will try to take things you want them to leave alone.
Lastly, this video includes a really easy and sneaky way to condition your dog to come to you — even when you don’t call him to come over.
Remember, training and behavior are separate. While training is awesome, I’d suggest you work more on these structural changes and behavior exercises to help your dog learn that listening and respecting you cause good things to happen.
Good luck and remember — everything you do trains your dog. Only sometimes you mean it.
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You will never meet a more hard-working and passionate man about his writing than Kevin J. Kennedy. He is a joy to talk to and an amazing writer and publisher. His anthologies are some of the best I have read and so amazing to see. If you have never had the opportunity to read one then you truly are missing out. Kevin J. Kennedy is pretty quiet until you get to know him then you get to see his personality and creative side burst open. He is one of the authors I would love meet and sit and talk with for hours. His living in Scotland doesn’t hurt matters either as I have always wanted to go there to visit. If you don’t know him or haven’t read any of his books this is your chance to correct that immediately and get an amazing book. Please help me welcome Kevin J. Kennedy to Roadie Notes……
1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?
Thirty Four. I’ve been writing for just over two years. I’ve always been an avid reader but never really thought all that much about writing, although I did always think it would be cool to have a short story in a book. Never thought I’d get round to writing one though.
2. How many books have you written?
I’ve co-written a novella called You Only Get One Shot with J.C. Michael, author of Discoredia. Other than that it’s been mainly short stories. I spent over a year, just finding anthologies with open calls and writing stories for the ones I fancied and then I decided to put my own together. Collected Christmas Horror Shorts was pretty successful so I decided to do another and ended up putting Collected Easter Horror Shorts together. I struggle with writing longer stuff as I really hate editing and the longer the story the more time I need to spend doing this. I do have another novella in the works though and I have a few co-writing projects planned. I think I enjoy the co-writing as you are only doing parts at a time and can work on other stuff while the other author does their part.
3. Anything you won’t write about?
I wouldn’t write about most extreme subjects. I have no issue with reading extreme horror but I’d prefer not to write about it. A few of my earlier stories border on the extreme but I prefer to have more fun with my stories now, rather than dealing with really dark subjects. I’m a big fan of 80s horror. I like the cheesiness of it all.
4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…
I’m 36 and I’m married with a step daughter. I work full-time, assisting people back into employment if they have been out of work for a while. I’ve worked in various jobs throughout my life, mainly as a Team Manager in call centres or a Recruitment Consultant for agencies. If I went any more into depth than that I’d send you to sleep. I’ve learned a lot of skills in previous jobs that I can apply to what I do now but my jobs have been far from interesting. I live in Scotland and always have.
5. What’s your favorite book you have written?
I guess I’d have to go for You Only Get One Shot lol. We spent a while going back and forth on this book and changing parts along the way. We were in no rush to get it finished as we were both busy with other things so that allowed us to take our time and get it right. I hope others will enjoy it. We tried to do something a little different so only time will tell.
6. Who or what inspired you to write?
I’m not sure I was inspired to write. I saw an advert for an antho called Fifty Shades of Slay. It was open for submissions and I just decided to write something and send it in. I didn’t expect it to get picked up but when it did I felt pretty good. I was going to have a story in a book. I’m one of those people who can never hold onto a feeling of achievement for very long though so decided I needed to get another story in another book and so it went on. I think I’ve had stories accepted to over 20 anthos now. Some are already out of publication while others were only released for a limited time for charity. Most are still available and doing really well in the charts. I’ve pulled back from doing the Anthos a little to try to write more of my own stuff but I do like doing the charity ones when they pop up. I think now I write because if I didn’t it would kind of feel like quitting. I’m not trying to turn it into a career so I can take a break whenever I feel like it and I have no pressure of deadlines. It does mean I will probably put out a lot less work than others though. That been said the anthos are doing well so those will continue for as long as people are enjoying them.
7. What do you like to do for fun?
Spend time with my family. It’s my favourite pass time. Any time my wife and I are free we normally just hop in the car and go away for the day. I spend a good amount of time reading and I watch a lot of movies and box sets. When you add writing and putting the anthos together I struggle for free time now.
8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?
Putting together the two previous Anthos was a massive amount of work. I never really realized just how much work it would be when I started it. There were a few problems in the last few weeks of putting together the second book which made things ever more difficult and time-consuming. When I got to the end I had a drink. I think that’s the only thing I do. It’s weird but I don’t really feel like it’s finished until I’m holding a paperback copy in my hands. Createspace take so long to get stuff to the UK, even on their most expensive shipping rates so I need to wait for the book to go live and buy off of Amazon with everyone else, so I can get it with next day shipping. When the book comes in and looks good, I feel a sense of calm that I got there in the end.
9. Where do you write? Quite or music?
Quiet. I’m not really a big music person. I like mainly 50s n 60s rock and some 80s n 90s stuff like Oasis but I only really listen to music occasionally in the car or sometimes when having a drink.
10. Anything you would change about your writing?
Probably quite a lot. I’ve learned a lot in the last two years but I can only assume I will continue to learn as I go. I’m one of those people who are better just doing something and learning from my mistakes. I could read book after book about writing and none of it would sink in but if I make a mistake once I never forget it.
11. What is your dream? Famous writer?
I’d like to live in a wee quiet seaside town one day, maybe above a bookshop that I ran a few days a week. That’s about it. I’ve never wanted much. Just to be happy and have no money worries. Being a writer would help pay the bills but I don’t know that I’ll ever dedicate enough time for it to become my main job. You never know though….
12. Where do you live?
Central Scotland.
13. Pets?
I have two wee cats. A jet black long-haired cat called Carlito and a wee short-haired tabby called Ariel. They are 4 now. They follow me everywhere I go in the house. Who ever said cats aren’t loving and do their own thing didn’t have a clue. I can leave my spot on the couch to go into the kitchen and get a drink when they are both sound asleep, pour myself a drink and turn round and the two of them are standing behind me, looking at me as if to say What the fuck you doing Kev? We are supposed to be having nap time.
14. What’s your favorite thing about writing?
Finishing the story lol. Na, probably when I get an idea I really like and just can’t wait to get it written down.
15. What is coming next for you?
I’ve always enjoyed Carnival themed stories and movies. I decided not too long ago that I’d like to do Carnival themed antho. The idea has grown a little over the last few days but I can’t give away all the details just yet.
I’ve spoken to a few authors and the idea is to have a series of short stories and novellas that will interlink the one Carnival world. The first story will appear in my upcoming Halloween anthology. I’ll release the rest of the details as soon as they are finalized.
Anything else you would like me to include please feel free to tell me!
The most recent book I have a story featured in is ‘Tales from the Braided Pony’ released by Alucard Press, the same guys who published my first ever story. It’s western themed horror. I also recently featured in a charity anthology for a very worth-while cause. It’s called the Reverend Burdizzo’s Hymn Book. Check it out
I’ve also recently published a little short online called The Gatekeeper. It seems to be getting really great reviews. It’s only 2500 words so aimed at the Kindle Unlimited market. I’m not looking to make any money from this story so if anyone doesn’t use KU and would like a copy all they have to do is email me.
I’m due to appear in several upcoming anthologies that I subbed to quite some time ago but are only now nearing release. I’ll post about each on my various accounts. While you are waiting don’t forget to check out ‘You Only Get One Shot’
You can connect with Kevin J. Kennedy here:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008339824069
Website: http://www.kevinjkennedy.co.uk
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5452895.Kevin_J_Kennedy
Twitter: @KevinJKennedy01
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kevin-J.-Kennedy/e/B016V0NA7M/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Some of Kevin J. Kennedy’s books:
Getting personal with Kevin J. Kennedy You will never meet a more hard-working and passionate man about his writing than Kevin J. Kennedy.
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