#he's named after his great uncle... jack's brother...

[swordwife]

hey speaking of jack. did you know we canonically have a grandson

#sey gilf moments #invisible agent (1942) isn't a good movie and is obviously just wwii propaganda #movie so boring I played animal crossing while watching it. only time i've done that #but I love my grandson I guess. kinda have to #he's named after his great uncle... jack's brother...

[phantom-0-writer]

what even is your life danny?

Danny had been shocked awake by Adam practically breaking down the door to Wes’s room as he barged in. “Wake up!” He yelled frantically. 

“What’s wrong?” Danny asked, sitting up at the thought of a ghost attack. 

“Wha-” Wes asked, bleary-eyed from his side of the bed, drool still wet on his mouth. Adam in all his everlasting energy, practically pushed Wes off the bed, making room for himself. 

“Y’know Nightwing’s recent case-” He started excitedly before turning around to face the two of them, his voice more serious, “You know about it, right?” Adam asked. When they both nodded- as if Tucker would have let them go this long not knowing about it- Adam continued in his original energy. “They finally released the names of all the kids that got switched.” Adam started in the same excitement someone would announce they won the lottery in a hallmark movie. “They made this mini-identity check thing, since, y’know it counts as personal medical history, and it legally can’t be free access to the public. It’s actually quite ingenious- yet simple.” Adam’s voice began trailing on the edge of mystification before snapping back to his original energy. “I thought we’d all give it a shot to see if any of us qualify!” He ended happily. 

“Dude, how can you have so much energy so early in the morning,” Wes asked, bundling himself in his blanket, his voice heavy in a sleepy drawl even though he looked much more awake now. 

“It’s 1:30. Regular people like me have been up for hours now,” Adam responded snottily, shoving a hand in his younger brother’s face.  “Also Danny, your phone’s been going crazy all morning. You left it on the couch last night.” Adam said, handing the device to Danny.

“Who was it?” Wes asked, looking over at him. 

“My parents,” Danny put the phone on speaker. Two rings echoed in the still anticipation of the room before the familiar voice of his mom came through the other end. “Hi, sweetie!” She said happily, “Did you just wake up?” 

“Oh, uh Yeah. I did. I was-”

“We got a call this morning and you’d never believe who it was.” Mom started, her voice only marginally louder than the loud work of whatever she was doing. “The FBI! Can you believe it? They said you were one of the children involved with Dr. Kilye’s case-” 

Danny looked up to share a look of shock with Adam and Wes, jaws loose, having pierced the puzzle together. 

“-Apparently the child they swapped you with, mine and Jack’s biological child, had been born with an undiagnosable fatal condition, and hadn’t been able to make it. His name was… Philip. We were quite sad about the news.” The sound of the drill echoed through the room. “But apparently the agent- the FBI agent!- had already talked to your biological parents - you know Jack and I always wondered who it was you took after, and I thought it was my Great Aunt Sally, but Jack always said his late Uncle Bob. Oh right, what was I saying? Oh! Your parents- right! They seemed pretty eager to meet you. Or at least your father, I think -or was it your mother, I can’t remember. The other one went missing a while after you were born. I don’t remember all the details. I sent you the phone number they gave me, I figured you’d want to talk to her.” And before Danny could even get a word out she hung up. 

There was a palpable silence, “I’ll make us some food,” Adam said, being the first to leave his spot. 

Wes jumped up instantly at the declaration, “No!” 

“How about I make us some food.” Danny offered, making his way to the kitchen.

“Yes, that is the better option.” Wes nodded sagely, plopping onto the barstool as Danny took inventory. Adam hauled himself onto the counter, letting his long legs dangle right above the floor as he watched Danny cook. 

“You got your bio mom’s number, right? Are you gonna talk to her?” Adam asked his hyper attitude from the morning replaced with a still-eager yet more restrained and slightly somber one. 

Danny let himself consider it before responding. “I don’t even know her name or anything though. What would I even say?” 

“We could look it up on the thing Adam was tellin’ us about.” Wes offered. “I’ll grab my laptop.”

“Your call,” Adam added. 

“Yeah… I think that’d be good.” Danny looked up from the food he was preparing, “Thanks, guys. I dunno how I would’ve taken this without you.” He smiled softly. 

“You’re the one cooking for us, man. We should thank you.” Adam laughed. Plates wiped clean and in the sink, they all huddled around Wes’s laptop as Danny put his information to the FBI’s server. 

“Dude,” Wes gasped reading the file, placing his hand on Danny’s shoulder as he leaned in closer from behind him.

“Your dad-” Adam spluttered, “Your dad is Bruce Wayne?” He practically yelled, turning to look at Danny for confirmation. As if he had any idea what was going on. “Bruce Wayne.” He said, again amazed. 

“What even is your life Danny?” 

“Did my mom just casually send me Bruce Wayne’s personal phone number?”

“Tucker’s so going to lose his mind.”

except from regular boy: daniel wayne (chap 6)

#dpxdc #danny fenton #danny and dick #batpham #regular boy: daniel wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #wes weston #adam weston #danny phantom #dpxdc fics

[irishmammonagenda]

PLEASE MORE MICHAEL CONTENT I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING U CRYING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLESASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

-yk who 😞

i do know who😈😈‼️‼️‼️

i love writing michael sm heehee anyway thanks for the ask pooks 🫶🫶🫶

grma <3

Unsane Uncles-An Obey Me x Reader

Summary: Michael realises some shocking news, has a crisis, as per usual, chaos ensues. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: nothing I don't think, for anyone that doesnt know, i headcannon michael as lucifers twin, this was written with my 'Death is a Debatable Thing' Au in mind, but it can be read as a stand alone <3

post dividers by @saradika-graphics

The café was quaint, quiet and out of the way. It had been ages since you'd last visited the Human Realm. The soft sounds of chatter and cutlery clinking created a calm atmosphere. Well calm for the most part.

Michael sat on the chair opposite to yours looking quite frazzled. His white button down rolled up to just above the elbows and a few of the topmost buttons undone. His long golden curls done up in a messy plait, nonconforming strands coiling around his unusually antsy face. Long dexterous fingers wrap around his coffee mug, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip before setting it down with a little too much force. You watch the scene amusedly.

“I just- I don’t know what to do!” he runs a hand through his hair, looking up at you with stressed, ruby red eyes. "I mean?- Is it too late to give my congratulations?!...Or a push present?!"

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, the Archangel notices. "This is serious MC! I am the worst uncle ever!"

You tilt your head, "Did you not think it was strange when the brothers first fell that Satan just kind of poofed into existence?"

Michael gives a thoughtful look, before making a 'meh' face and shrugging his shoulders. "I kind of just thought Satan was a low ranking angel that fell with the actual memorable ones, and that I had just... never cared to learn his name before he fell."

"You didn't ask?" You take a sip of your warm drink, revelling in how satisfying the hot liquid felt when it hit the back of your throat and warmed you up from the inside, especially as it was fucking baltic outside.

"Yes." Michael smiles sarcastically, "Because taking a trip down to the Devildom straight after the Celestial War to ask about the demon who kept biting people and snarling would've gone great for me."

"Touché." You grin. Michael's expression falls back from sarcastic to strained, his gorgeous features bathed in stress.

"But seriously MC! I've missed out on centuries as an uncle! That's so many birthdays! Luke must think I'm a deadbeat! I already act like I'm a divorced dad with visitation rights because I can't visit very often!"

You snort. "I don't think Luke knows."

Michael sinks into his seat, "Oh thank Father."

He stays there for a moment, the soft golden glow of the café lights on his dark skin so similar to the aureate ambiance of the Celestial Realm that you almost forget that you're back in the human world. He flutters his eyes closed, a hand over his brow in what can only be described as a himbo-ified imitation of a sickly Victorian woman saying something along the lines of 'Woe is I!" after finding out poor people actually have feelings. What a fucking drama king. You hold back a snort. Michael groans before swinging back up like a jack-in-the-box, his usual cheerful yet cheeky smile on his handsome face, he joins his hands together as he rests his arms on the wooden table, as if completely oblivious to the complete 180 he had turned. "So! MC, have I ever told you about the time Lucifer ran into a glass door in the Celestial Realm?"

You shake your head, grinning mischieviously, "I don't think you have!"

Hours Later, down in the Devildom, in RAD's royal library, Satan sneezed. He paused for a moment more before folding his handkerchief up and putting it back in his pocket, making a mental note to wash it when he got back to the House of Lamentation.

He groans, arching his back and stretching his arms out in an attempt to weave out any knots in his muscles. He'd been in the library since school had ended. Still unable to shake the feeling something was going to happen, Satan got up off of his chair, packed his books away, and made the journey home.

Walking alone through the cobbled streets of the Realm was calming and peaceful. Halfway through his siúl suaimneach, he comes face to face with a gathering of the stray cats he'd normally feed.

The Avatar of Wrath coos at them, hunkering down and reaching into his bag for some of the cat treats he'd normally kept in there. "Aww..." He mutters, speaking in a baby voice to the cats, scratching an old tabby's fur. "You've gotten so big, Purrsephone!" He scritches underneath the young cats chin, smiling as she purrs and remembering fondly when the cat was just a small kitten trailing behind her mother like a second, small adorable shadow.

As he pulls out the bag of treats onehanded, the symphony of meowing reaches a polyphonic crescendo, cats and kittens of all shapes, colours and sizes scramble towards Satan with more purpose now, all meowing for food. He chuckles, indulging the felines, petting them as they nibble and chew on the kitty treats.

Unbeknownst to the Avatar of Wrath, a good quarter of a mile away from where he congregated with the cats, a certain Archangel and his accomplice stood hiding in an alleyway.

In the shadows of the alleyway, Michael was clumsily putting on his batman mask. He already had a matching batman suit and cape on, you however were much more serious, and were dressed up as Robin.

"Michael." You hiss exasperatedly. "You seriously can't think that sneaking up on the Avatar of Wrath is a good idea!"

Michael merely waved you off with one hand, his other carrying his 'surprise for his most favouritest nephew in the three realms' as he'd deemed it. "Besides MC is worst comes to worst, you can just pop out!"

You nod. "Good point. "You face breaks into a grin matching Michael's, "This is going to be fun to watch."

Michael goes to say something before you both hear footsteps, your eyes widen. "Oh shit...he's coming..."

Quickly you dart behind the dumpsters, Michael moves to the wall of the alleyway. Holding his breath as he listens to the footsteps of a certain green-eyed demon.

After having petted the cats, Satan got up and begrudgingly left them in order to continue his journey home.

Lost in his thoughts, he can't help but feel as if something is watching him, thinking its just his imagination, he walks on. Who would be stupid enough to sneak up on the Avatar of Wrath?

An idiot in a batman costume apparently.

Satan jumped as the lunatic hopped out from the alleyway, hands behind his back.

"Psst! Kid!" The stranger in the batman costume says, ruby red eyes that reminded him of Lucifer staring at him. "I have a surprise for you!"

Satan's tail whips around his legs, on the defensive. "I'm not a kid." He says coldly. "And what surprise?"

"Heeheehee." The strange man giggles, before taking his hands away from where they were behind his back and revealling a small tiny little kitten, fur as dark as night, with an emerald green bow wrapped loosely around its little neck, having been jostled, the tiny creature meows in protest, big green eyes blinking sleepily. Satan's harsh, mistrusting glare softens as he looks at the kitten, moving to take it out of the strangers hands before his eyes narrow.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch?" 'Batman' says indignantly, as if Satan had gravely offended him. "The catch? How dare you! There is no catch! Can't an uncle give his nephew a present to make up for millennia upon millennia of missed birthdays?!"

Satan blinks. "It's March. It's nowhere near my birthday. And Uncle?" Green eyes narrow again. "I don't have any uncles."

The stranger sticks his tongue out. "Blah blah blah. You are just like your father. Take the fucking cat or I'm telling everyone that you're secretly Lucifer's son."

A vein pops on Satan's head. "Excuse me?!"

The stranger chuckles nervously upon sensing Satan's wrath bubble like magma beneath the surface of his skin, ready to boil over and erupt. When Satan's eyes flashed dangerously the stranger spluttered out. "Oh shit....! Uhhh....Cat Attack!!!" That was the only warning Satan got before the tiny kitten was shoved gently but firmly into his hands, his eyes immedietely softened, the rage slowed down from a boil as he looked into the soft innocent eyes of the kittykat.

He looked up at the stranger, who in his frenzy, had lost his batman mask. Ruby red eyes and golden curls tied in french plaits and tucked into the rest of the suit greeted him. Unholy fuck. Was that Archangel Michael.

The Archangel grins at him, "Enjoy your gift! Tell Lucikins I said hi! Oh and also the cats a girl, you can name her! Come visit your favourite uncle soon! Byebye!" Michael shouts to him, before he turns around, and fucking books it, sprinting away from the Avatar of Wrath at a speed that could rival Mammon running from Lucifer.

Satan stood shellshocked by the whole ordeal having acquired a tiny kitten and an uncle who needed to be institutionalised.

He grinned down at the kitten, "I'm gonna call you Dorcha."

Judging by the small creatures tiny meow, he'd gamble that she liked that name.

A/N: im so sorry this is so short, ive been busy w irl stuff, but this was a fun ask <3

also dorcha is sort of pronounced 'door-ah-ha' but you sort of say the 'ch' with your throat, idk how to explain it, but it means 'dark' 💗💗

siúl suaimhneach (shoe-el soo-ehve-neyak, except dont pronounce the 'ch' as a 'keh' and pronounce it liek gutturally!!!) it means 'peaceful walk' but suaimhneach can also mean tranquil or quiet

#ive decided that since irish is better than english in every way that im just gonna start chucking words in irish into my writing #im going to forcibly teach people some irish through reading my fics 😈😈😈 #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #omswd #obey me mc #obey me michael #obey me satan #asks #ask #request #obey me fluff #obey me crack #obey me shitpost

[nightingale2004]

Supernatural next generation: Destiel version

Jonathan "Johnny" Jimmy Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Dylan Sprouse

Firstborn son of former hunter Dean Winchester and rebel angel of the lord Castiel

Named after his grandfather and Castiel's former host owner

He takes after Dean and would do anything to protect his family

Refers to himself as the "good-looking one"

He lives in Kansas with his family

Football, wrestling, and baseball champion in high school

Overprotective big brother

Helps Dean out at the body shop and is a grease monkey himself

He is a Nephilim, and his wings are pitch black

He has the keys to the Impala and to the men of letters bunker

They have a dog named Zeppelin and a little sister named Cassiela Josephine, but they call her Cassie Jo for short

Despite the fact he can fly, he inherited Dean's fear of heights or, more specifically, flying in airplanes

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Melissa Mary Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Britt Robertson

Melissa is said to look like her grandmother Mary

She is the voice of reason and helps calm Johnny down when things get real.

She is a Nephilim, and her wings are light grey

She sings and plays guitar (thanks to Dean showing her a few things)

She loves her brothers but finds them annoying

She always talks to her older brother Jack

Loves the outdoors

Is a great cook

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Kevin Bobby Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Jack Dylan Grazer

Kevin takes after Castiel in his looks and has a curious mind somewhat like Castiel

He's the goofy, sarcastic, nerd in his family

He is not a very good fighter compared to his older siblings and cousins since Dad's and his uncle taught them self-defense.

Loves his family

Stays up all night researching every ounce of supernatural mythology

Is also a Nephilim with dark gray wings with blue tips

He loves his siblings but never tells them that

He gets into trouble at school.....a lot

Creeped out by clowns and ghosts

He, his siblings, and his cousins sneaked off and hunted the supernatural until they got caught by their parents

Jealous of his older brother and his cousin Henry's relationship

#supernatural fandom #supernatural dean #supernatural #supernatural family #dean x castiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel angel of the lord #castiel #supernatural cw #supernatural castiel #destiel #destiel child #destiel children #supernatural hunters #supernatural headcanon #jack kline #supernatural jack #supernatural nephilim #my headcanons #supernatural next generation #supernatural next gen #the winchesters #spnfandom #spn #spn hcs #spn headcanon #spn destiel #spn dean #spn au

[puckgoss]

Okay great! Same anon from before. BTW, love your blog! The others seem to have a clear bias but I love how you keep it real over here. Super interesting as well! Now with the real deal...

CELEBS:

Justin Bieber is super nice, he seemed genuinely honored and happy to be there. Him and Mitch Marner are sooo cute, Justin was so supportive of him all the time and cheered backstage so much. He's also cool with Crosby apparently, saw them talking a lot. Met Hailey briefly and not surprised, just classic model behavior, glasses on inside, didn't say hi to anybody just a slight smile. It's fine I guess but compared to Justin who was a ray of sunshine seemed kinda odd. Michael Bublé did not 'accidentally' take a huge dose of weed, he was joking about how high he was and laughing about smoking more afterwards. Will Arnett is like a drunk uncle but not drunk. Both nice. Tate McCrae is soo sweet! I felt her because we were only like 5/6 women backstage and she was the only female captain, also with an ex who is an NHL player so already has that "puck bunny" reputation, so her being there was cool to see. Her BF was also backstage, but I don't think the players knew it was her BF haha, a colleague and I noticed at least 15 of the guys walking up to her and chatting it up. Ones I remember that looked flirty are Sway, the Hughes (they talked throughout the whole weekend and they're all around the same age so may have been friendly but you know how men are), Elias Lindholm, Elias Petterson, & Mat Barzal. She obviously talked to a lot of people but these I remember looking more like them trying to get somewhere with her. Her and her BF are so cute though! He was very touchy with her. Saw her talking to Boone Jenner for a while, but he seemed just friendly. He is also her ex's teammate so wonder what that's about.

PLAYERS:

Auston Matthews is actually really charismatic. At one point the whole dressing room went quiet and we heard him singing "Baby" by Justin Bieber. We all cracked up haha. The Hughes brothers had a fight the first day, don't really know about what but Jack walked in upset and Quinn wouldn't even look at him. Both with their frowning RBF. McDavid had the same attitude as Hailey Bieber LOL. He softened up a bit when talking to other players but otherwise he is super cold always. Pasta and Travis Konecny also seemed to lowkey hate each other. Colleague told me Travis doesn't like Pasta at all but can't 100% confirm that as I didn't hear it directly, just an interesting rivalry. The Canucks players were like a group of mean girls, they literally stuck together the entire weekend, even if they were drafted to separate teams. Vincent Trocheck flirted his ASS off with several women, myself included. Found out later he was married. Swayman is truly a nice person, I think he and Boone Jenner were the only ones who said hi to the whole crew and also goodbye. Also saw him and Georgiev have a bro-hug after they lost the game and he said something to him that made him really laugh, it was very cute. The Hughes also seem to not like Suzuki, avoided him all weekend. Cale Makar is like a doll haha he is so awkward all the time and everytime he speaks his face looks like he immediately regrets it.

That's all at the top of my head, but if there's anything else you want to know LMK!

ahaha ty ty! i def have my biases when it comes to teams but i try pretty hard to keep it neutral and not give my biases away 😭 as for players i don't have any faves or rly think any are angels so i have no preconceptions there

omg there is so much to unpack here idek where to begin

justin bieber - he did seem so happy to be there the whole time lol he loves hockey and the leafs i think that was all 100% genuine! so sweet

hailey bieber - sounds abt right lol

michael bublé - lmaooooo tell me ur from vancouver without telling me ur from vancouver.... iconic he was so funny that whole weekend

tate mcrae - ya i forget her bf's name but i was aware he was there n they do seem v cute together! love all the wifed up guys chatting her up ahaha except barzy n petey they get a pass. another anon on here was telling me all the CBJ guys & wags liked tate a lot so doesn't surprise me that boone & her were friendly

hughes brothers - jack n quinn having a fight is soooo funny omfg i can't. also being bitchy towards suzuki like 😭 funny bc they're so tight w cole caufield (esp jack) n suzuki n cole are teammates and besties

mcdavid - you comparing mcdavid to hailey bieber is fucking sending me dsiofjdskghdfjklgh he is so awkward...

TK - TK having beef w pasta is soooo funny

canucks - canucks players "like a group of mean girls" i'm dying omfg 💀 lindholm was drafted to a separate team ya but he was only traded to the canucks like a few days before that so that was the first time they were really meeting him

trocheck - flirting his ass off with multiple women dsfknadslfkjgfng his kids were literally on the ice watching the skills comp w him that's soooo bad

swayman & jenner - being sweethearts aw that is nice to hear

cale makar - "like a doll" "awkward all the time" "every time he speaks his face looks like he immediately regrets it" perfect no notes!!!

#amazing tea tysm anon #i would want to know anything literally even stuff u would consider scraps!!!!! #eating this up! #ask! #ok now to tag everyone lol #guess i should tag the biebs #j. bieber #h. bieber #m. marner #not tagging buble n arnett #t. mcrae #b. jenner #q. hughes #j. hughes #n. suzuki #j. swayman #c. makar #v. trocheck #t. konecny #c. mcdavid #a. matthews

[unmaskthewriter]

You’re A Great Man, Arthur Morgan: Part Two {Sean Macguire x F!Reader}

Summary: Arthur was always a ghost of a person, but now that he’s gone, the grief will remain. The only family left is the one you’ve made for yourself. Part One is HERE.

A/N: A few of you have requested and I delivered! I will be tagging you so that you see the update :) also, the first half takes place in Yukon as that’s where the Marstons go first several years before purchasing Beecher’s Hope. I don’t make it clear but they share a house in Canada, but are neighbors at Beecher’s Hope ~ @photo1030 @12timetraveler

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Word Count: 1517

Warnings: angst, mention of criminal activities and canon character death

January, 1900; Yukon, Canada

You lay in bed, beads of sweat slowly trailing down the side of your face. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as Abigail returns to your side, carefully handing the baby to you. The baby was wrapped in a beautiful blanket made by Abigail herself.

“It’s a boy.” She tells you as you carefully move the blanket aside, looking over your son’s features. A head full of reddish brown hair, and blue-green eyes.

God, how you wished Arthur could be here.

The baby yawned as the front door to the home burst open. Quickly, Sean and John entered, shutting the door behind them before the cold wind could blow inside. Unfortunately you had gone into labor a week early, and Sean was in town working when John had called for him.

“Where’s me girl?” Sean shrugged off his jacket by the front door, and began searching each room until arriving at yours. He froze at the door to the bedroom, holding his snow-brimmed hat over his chest.

“Oh lass…” He spoke softly, forcing one foot in front of the other until he reached your bedside. Carefully, you handed the babe to your fiancé. Sean admires the babe in his arms, checking for all ten fingers and toes.

“He’s so beautiful,” Sean whispered, “Hell… if it weren’t for Arthur we wouldn’t be ‘ere… my boy.” Sean tells his son, letting the babe’s tiny fingers curl around his one.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” A familiar voice questions. You look to see John standing in the doorway with young Jack.

“Traditionally, we would name him after me Pa-“

“Not this again.” Abigail muttered, holding her head in her hand.

“Ye of little faith, Abigail!” Sean chuckled, looking at the young woman, “We already chose a name. A strong one.” Sean stands with the babe in his arms, looking back down to him, “Artúr Macguire.”

“That’s a wonderful name. John, perhaps we should give them some time with their son?” Abigail suggested before leading her boys out of the room.

Later that night, you stood over the bassinet as Artúr slept peacefully. Sean came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you ever so gently.

“I meant what I said earlier, darlin’. If it weren’t for ya’ brother… I wouldn’t be ‘ere… I’ll always be grateful for that ol’ grouch.” Sean mentioned, emitting a small laugh from you.

“He was a bit of a grouch but he had his reasons,” You add, placing your hands over his, as his chin rested on your shoulder. A moment passes and your eyes divert to the worm satchel bag hanging from the edge of the bassinet. “When he comes of age, he will know what Arthur did for us, for him.”

1910; Beecher’s Hope

If you had asked yourself ten or so years ago if you would ever work on a ranch, the answer would be no. You were used to moving from one heist to the next, never truly considering tomorrow, only living in the moment. Despite that, John had bought a piece of property outside of Blackwater of all places, and built a ranch from the ground up with help from Charles, Sean and Uncle, but mostly Charles and Sean.

It is Artúr’s birthday.

You sit on the edge of the bed you share with Sean, the sun having barely crept up over the horizon. The room was still dark, the candles having been put out hours ago. In your hands, a journal with worn edges and pages. You felt knots in your stomach as the opened satchel sat beside you. In the ten years of having possession of it, you didn’t dare open it and seek its contents. The satchel alone was haunting you, to have something that belonged to your brother before he…

died.

You remember when Charles took you to his grave for the first time, back when the ranch was first built. Abigail had offered to watch Artúr, giving him some time to play with Jack whilst you were away with Charles.

“Oh, Charles.” You whisper, slowly dismounting the horse. His grave was facing the west, in the direction of the setting sun. Flowers adorned his grave. Etched into the wood, it stated: “Arthur Morgan: “Blessed Are Those Who Hunger And Thirst For Righteousness”. You are reminded of an earlier conversation back at one of the earlier campsites with Tilly, Hosea, Lenny and Arthur.

“When I die, I just want to be buried with friends.” Hosea admitted plainly. It made sense for him, such a simple man considering your shared lifestyle.

“Me too,” Lenny joined in, “with friends, or with family. I don’t think it matters more than that.”

“What about you, Arthur?” Hosea looked up from where he was sitting to meet your brother’s gaze.

“Me? Ah, I don’t care about that nonsense.” Arthur brushed it off, his hands resting on his weapons belt on his waist.

“Come on.” Hosea urged, taking a sip of his coffee. A moment passes as Arthur presses his lips together, thinking for a moment.

“Face me to the west, so I can watch the setting sun… and remember all the fine times we had that way.” Arthur explained.

“See, Tilly, I told you Arthur had a soul.” The old man jokes and you smile.

Your hands shake as your fingers rest on the outside of the journal. You blink away tears, wiping your eyes with the collar of your nightgown. As you prepare for the day, you can’t help but keep looking at the satchel. You hated how upset it made you, that no matter the time that’s passed, grief still had its hold on you. As the rest of the house slowly woke from their slumber, you had begun to set the table for breakfast. Sean and Artúr come downstairs, dressed for the day. Hanging on the edge of a chair was the all too familiar satchel.

“Good mornin’ love.” Sean greeted, coming behind you with a kiss to the cheek. You smiled and turned to face your son who was walking towards the table. It was adorned with a variety of hot food.

“Oh, happy birthday, my son.” You approached him and welcomed him with a hug.

“Happy birthday! Are ya excited for later?” Sean gently ruffled his son’s hair.

“Paaa, stooop!” Artúr laughs, pulling away. Sean only stands beside him with a proud grin.

“What’s later?” You question, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m taking ‘im out on his first hunt. I thought I mentioned it. John and Jack will be joining us.” Sean explained with a tone of excitement.

“Perhaps you did… I feel like my mind has been miles away…Sit, both of you. We should eat before the food gets cold.” You insist, sitting at the table beside your now husband. Everyone eats, discussing the plans for the day. After the hunt, the Marstons would be joining you all for dinner to celebrate Artúr’s birthday.

“I have something I want to give you.” You tell him, your breath is shaky. Sean takes your hand, squeezing gently as to reassure you.

“Before you were born, your Pa and I lived a… bad lifestyle. We were criminals, Artúr. Towards the end, very bad men were coming after us, and my brother, your uncle Arthur… s-saved us…” You explain as you blink away tears, carefully reaching for the satchel and placing it on the table in front of your son. Sean lifted your hand, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“It belongs to ya now, son. Your uncle would have wanted you to have it..” Sean added, watching as Artúr opened the bag carefully. He pulls out the journal, along with a few other various items Arthur had collected over the years. As Artúr opens the journal, a single photo falls out. Artúr examines it closely, flipping over to look at the back.

“Oh, Ma, I think this is for you.” Artúr extends the photo to you, and you carefully take it. Sean scoots closer to look at it with you. The photo was of the entire gang standing on the porch of an unfamiliar shop. You and Arthur stood alongside each other, while Sean stood a bit aways.

“Oi, there’s me beautiful face!” Sean laughed, pointing to himself in the photo. You flip the photo over.

“Nothin’ means more to me than this gang. I would kill for it. I would happily die for it. I wish things were different, but it weren’t us who changed. We can’t change what’s done, we can only move on” - A.M

You let out a stifled cry, smiling as you look back at the photo before handing it to your son. He looks over the photo once more.

“My uncle was a good man, wasn’t he?”

“A great man, son.” Sean corrected, his eyes glistening with tears as you both listened as Artúr began to read through the journal aloud.

“I bought this new journal after the last one got destroyed in that fire all those months ago, whenever it was…”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail roberts #jack marston #red dead fandom #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption #red dead fanfic #rdr2 fandom

[ateriblewriter]

the shave

a family is everything tidbit

enjoy!

after the devils lost in the second round of the playoffs again, jack went to his favorite niece (only niece at the time) for comfort like he always did when emotions were high.

"owie! uncle jack!" hattie pulled away from jack. she touched the scratchy facial hair on his face.

"what you don't like the beard?"

"no. ugly. make it go away." the way she scrunched and withdrew her hand, gave jack a fun idea to get rid of it.

"trixie girl want to help me do something?"

"yeah!"

"want to help me shave?"

"yeah!"

she had seen her father get rid of his own stubble multiple times, always mesmerized process. she had asked him to show her. of course being the amazing dad he is quinn obliged and gave her a fake practice razor.

this was going to be fun.

everyone thought he was crazy for letting a three year old cut his face. especially quinn, he tried to convince jack not to let her do it.

"she going to cut your face you know."

"no she's not, right trixie girl?"

"no! ill be really careful."

"don't come crying to me when she does though." jack scoffed and dismissed his brother with a flip of the hand.

"ready trix?"

"yeah! this go?"

hattie started off slowly, concentrating as hard as she could on the task ahead of her. hattie moved the razor around to get as much as she could off, like he did when quinn was showing her what to do.

"you're doing a great job trixie girl."

jack knew he was most likely going to go back over hattie's work and clean it up. he wasn't really expecting her to get any hair off. the shave was mainly just going to a bonding thing between him and the child he named.

"i love you trixie. you are at the best niece."

"i love you too uncle jacky!"

over the years hattie got better with her shaving skills. the shave became a little tradition between the uncle and niece, that only ended when jack inevitably retired.

this would be them ▾

series masterlist

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #family is everything series #family is everything au #tidbits

[madrigaljail]

Sedaverse Fankids

Because why not. Note all of this is subject to change because I don't care all that much. Anyway, in order of appearance:

Julio & José "Pepe" Madrigal - identical twin sons of Dolores and Mariano, named for their great-aunt Juieta and...abuela Josefa, great-uncle José, and great-grandmother Josephine, respectively. Gifts are flight and superspeed, also rspectively. They both take after their dad physically; Julio is ironically more grounded and Pepe is a bit of an agent of chaos like his uncle Camilo.

Paloma Alma Madrigal - Dolores and Mariano's first daughter, more shy reserved than her older brothers. Her gift is temperature control.

Pedro Madrigal II - Mirabel and Lupe Herrera's (...you don't know who he is, don't worry about it) son. Charming trainwreck. His gift is mimicking other gifts, up to three at a time. Knocked up an American tourist at age 20 and that's how we got Bruno 2.0.

[Dolores and Mariano's third son]

[Mirabel and Lupe's daughters]

Zoe Madrigal - Dolores and Mariano's youngest, technomancer, literally an unused character from the movie. Jacked-in hacker type.

Bruno Madrigal - Pedro Jr.'s son with *checks notes* Erica Sullivan. Gift is psychomancy because of course it is. Appears in the epilogue of A Prophet In His Own Land

That's it that's all I've got.

#sedaverse #the madrigal in-laws #encanto fankids #encanto OCs

[inposterumcumgaudio]

tell me about Reg Cutty

People are missing so much of the story with him.

And I kinda get it because the way the dialogue is in "The Slaughterer's Apprentice" implies a narrower story than there is, but the clues are there to be seen.

As is, people interpret Reg's story thus: when the Germans invaded, he started dating Marta, a German woman, and had a son with her. Additionally, he was especially cooperative with the Germans, which the locals found distasteful. When the Germans left, Marta and their son left with them, but Reg stayed behind out of cowardice. Afterward, he attempted to join the Home Army, but due to his past collaborationist behavior, they are unwilling to accept him.

But there's pieces that don't fit in there story, loose elements that look like editing errors or dead-end mysteries... unless you're looking at the whole picture.

We Happy Few, in addition to its overwhelming amount of text and dialogue, also relies very heavily on environmental storytelling. You miss a lot if you're not looking.

Cutty & Son

Cutty Family Butcher

Cutty's & Sons founded 1912

Reg is older than Arthur, old enough to be dating and having children in the 40's. 1912 is a little long for two generations, but a little short for three. So I think it's a fair assumption that Reg's father started this butcher shop and if it's Cutty's and Sons then Reg must also have a brother.

A brother who is - very pointedly - no longer part of the business.

But before we get to him, let's talk about Cutty Sr.

In the note "Thank you for your contribution", the recipient is actually someone named Bill, not Reg.

Dear Mr. Cutty:

Thank you for your contribution to the Next War Effort. The troops greatly appreciated your sausages. We all think your patriotic efforts are smashing.

Do keep up the good work, and we will seriously consider your application to join the Home Army.

Yours very truly, Lt. John Fortescue

(written longhand) You don't need to buttonhole me every time I come into the shop, Bill. It's not a matter of what you did or didn't do during the "late, great unpleasantness." We all know that citizens were under a lot of pressure to cooperate with the G, and even if, at times, you seemed a little extra enthuseastic, we take at face value your protestations that that is just your manner. However, you are on the old side for a soldier, old chap. It will take a little while -- and perhaps a few more sausages -- before the boys are quite ready to "put you through your paces" as you put it. ''

I think this dialogue during the quest misdirects the player to conclude that it's an editing error.

Arthur: I found your letter.

Reg: You were a child then. You wouldn't understand.

Arthur: Oh, yes, it was a happy, carefree time for us kids.

Reg: I loved her. We were just two young people caught up in something bigger than ourselves.

Arthur: That doesn't sound like what the Home Army's onto you about.

Reg: You don't understand. I thought they would stay forever. I had to sell meat. We had to get on.

That Reg takes individual responsibility for gettin' cozy with the Germans makes sense if his father isn't here to own up too. Reg is the only one in the situation who's standing accused anymore. But the letter was sent to Bill, and I think that means it isn't Reg who was trying to join the Home Army, but his father.

And why should he want to do that after the fact, well after the war was over and the Germans had gone home?

To redeem the family name, which was tarnished by Bill's collaboration (and Reg's fraternization) with the Germans.

Ollie has a cut line when standing on the set of the Uncle Jack show where he specifically calls Reg out for being a collaborator:

"Did you know that you can get extra rations if you betray your country? That’s right, all the schnitzel you can possibly eat. Just ask Reg Cutty for the Deutschland Über Alles special."

Ollie remembers because he's never been a Joy user. That this little piece of trivia escaped his dose of Oblivion is not surprising either since he has a lot of opinions about people who cooperated with the Germans.

The rest of Wellington Wells has mostly forgotten about the Cutty family taste for schnitzel by '64, but Lt. Fortescue and the Home Army certainly hadn't forgotten about it when that letter was written.

Reg writes in his letter to Marta that he cannot send that "I wish I had not been a coward, and I had joined you on the last train. It seems I am one coward after another." And maybe it was cowardice, but I rather think he stayed out of a sense of obligation as well.

There seems to be a bit tension around the "& Sons" part of the Cutty legacy, you see.

Reg must have a brother, but he is not working at the butchershop. Reg would not need Edmund to help him if his brother was working there. And that Reg has crossed out & Sons on the poster at the lunch counter, but left the "& Son" on the lettering under the awning...

You can see here that the sign used to say Cutty & Sons, plural, but the S on the end has been scrubbed off. The lettering with the S would have been perfectly centered over the window otherwise. It's a little short on the right side without it.

I think Reg didn't remove the "& Son" entirely because to him, the Cutty in red isn't him, it's his father. In his absence, without a Cutty Jr. to run the shop, his father's legacy disappears.

Reg makes a lot of being someone who can "look at the blood, and the flesh, and the bone." He has all these metaphors about how people like their meat wrapped up nicely in brown paper so they don't have to think about how it got there. He delineates himself from others this way. I will bet you all the money that his brother was squeamish and that's why he's not working at the family shop and preserving their father's memory.

But more than that, I also think Reg's brother left the fold back before everyone forgot who the Cuttys were.

There's a corpse in Reg's basement. Spawns in every time, but not with a random name like most corpses. This one is always named Michael Cutting. There's also a programmer on the staff with that name and that's probably not an accident, but it is left as one of those apparent WHF go-nowhere "mysteries".

But, taking all of the above into account, maybe Michael Cutting is Reg's brother who was not only too squeamish to work in the family business, but also cut ties and changed his last name just enough to distance himself from his collaborationist father and brother so he could get along with the rest of the town.

There's no way to know how long Michael's been in dead in Reg's basement. It's entirely possible that Reg killed him ages ago. But I think it's a better story if Michael only braved returning to the butcher shop because Edmund's been saying strange things about Reg's new machines at the pub and Reg had to kill him once he realized Michael wasn't impressed but horrified, even if his machines keep all the gross stuff inside the package. It would tie up nicely with this piece of dialogue:

Arthur: Why don't you tell the Executive Committee? I'm sure they'd give you a medal.

Reg: That's just it! I don't think they would.

#reg cutty #michael cutting #bill cutty #we happy few

[zanazirafanfic]

25DCC Chapter 13 "Getting Anxious for Christmas" (Preview)

Hello, all! I promise this fic isn't abandoned, and I am *finally* getting somewhere with this chapter after almost an entire month of the worst writer's block I've had in years! Work has been crazy the last few nights, so I didn't have as much time to finish up as I'd hoped, but I'm planning to have it up tomorrow, 3/19, at the latest!

In the meantime, as an apology, here's a little preview. Enjoy!

*~RDR~*

Lone Wolf Stead, Great Plains, WE - December 13, 1910

"And this man's name was what?" 

"Cú Chulainn of Muirthemne. He was an Irish warrior," Jack answered. He was only half paying attention to the conversation, thoroughly engrossed in his book while he lay stretched out on his stomach in the back of the wagon. "In this chapter he's defending the kingdom of Ulster from Queen Medb of Connacht's army. She's trying to invade and steal King Conchobar mac Nessa's prized bull, Donn Cúailnge, after she put all his other soldiers under a curse so they can't fight."

John blinked, just taking all of that in for a moment. "You... How did you even get all those names outta your mouth in one go?"

Jack shrugged, turning to the next page with a tiny grin. "I dunno. Just... comes easy to me, I guess."

The elder Marston blew out a slow breath and shook his head. "Well you're a helluva lot smarter than me, that's for sure. Maybe you oughta drive the wagon while I read that book of yours for a while - I clearly need to 'broaden my horizons' some more."

"He's smarter than both of us," Abigail said proudly, turning around to look at him.

Jack hunched deeper into his book, his face flushing pink in embarrassment. "That's... I'm not..." He never knew quite how to respond when his parents said things like that, and it usually just got him flustered instead. He suspected that was half of why they did it, actually.

John and Abigail exchanged a fond smile with one another, and John huffed a quiet laugh as he snapped the reins to urge the wagon horses into a faster trot.

The three of them were on their way over to Lone Wolf Stead, planning to pay an impromptu visit to the Morgan-Smiths. John had been out to Blackwater that morning, leaving in the wagon before sunrise with their surplus milk, eggs, and wool loaded in the back to sell. When he arrived back home a couple of hours later, it was with a grin on his face and a pale cream-colored envelope clutched in his hands. There was no return address except to the post office in Annesburg, but the name "Tacitus Kilgore" was written in the upper-left corner in a messy, looping scrawl.

There was only one person - or, rather, one couple - who would still be writing letters to John under that alias after all these years, and as soon as he'd seen his father pull up to the front porch and noticed the name on the letter, Jack was scrambling into the back of the wagon, all but dragging his mother along behind him.

Aforementioned letter now was tucked securely between the back pages of his book, still unopened for the time being (no matter how tempted he was to take a quick peek). Pa and Uncle Arthur had promised each other weeks ago that whoever received word from Dutch and Hosea first would be sure to notify the other immediately, and John said he didn't feel right opening it before his brother got a chance to see it too. Jack didn't mind, though, since it gave them an excuse to visit his uncles again...

@photo1030

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfiction #prompt fic #zanazirawrites #christmas fic #jack marston #john marston #abigail roberts marston #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #john x abigail #johnigail #arthur x charles #charthur #dutch x hosea #vandermatthews #fic preview

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 5

Cw: attempted murder, underage drinking, vomit, trauma, grief, choking(not the sexy kind), suicidal thoughts, mentions of teen pregnancy and homophobia

@justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings

He hates her.

He is sick and tired of seeing her everywhere that now he knows how the family of the tributes he killed personally feel about him.

Jack takes refuge in his grandparents’ home up north to avoid it all and buries himself in work. He is good at everything, his mother had him genetically engineered to be the best and got a second boy free of charge.

He and Laurie were going to build their own cabin, marry two girls who would be as close as sisters and live here and their matching houses at the Victor’s Village raising children who would win their games like they did.

But all those dreams died with Laurie. Laurie, who got his head turned by any pretty girl in his path.

Laurie who didn’t even know his girlfriend, Carrie, was pregnant with his baby from the last time he snuck out of the house to see her. Laurie who forgot his sense the moment he saw the girl from 10.

Eva Smith, the prettiest poison you’ll ever meet. She was pretty, and knowing she had lost her entire family made you feel the need to protect her, but that had all been a trap.

She had been reserved, sweet and friendly, but guarded. He had met her briefly when he went down to the training center and teased Laurie about his staring.

He should’ve done more to stop his crush on the girl from ever getting that far. He should’ve reminded him he had Carrie at home waiting for him, reminded him what Juno did to him the moment their alliance fell apart.

But he hadn’t and his brother was dead.

Dead because of her! He yells as he takes the hatchet to the television set his granddad had. He’ll replace it when he goes to town later, it was obligatory for everyone to have a television in Panem.

“You look exactly like him.” a voice he knows too well and reeks of his twin’s funeral roses says as he watches Jack’s violent tendencies play out without any fear for himself.

“That’s what the identical part of identical twins means, sir.” Jack doesn’t care enough to be polite to him even if he was the President of Panem.

“I didn’t mean your late brother, Mr. Nelson.” the old man said, drinking his tea from granny’s fine china Jack’s bride will inherit one day as an insult meant for Jack’s mother, who married a woman last year. “You have an uncanny resemblance to your father at your age. No wonder your mother insisted on naming you after him.”

“Thank you, sir.” They had the same surname, his mother, Atia, felt it destiny when she learned her budget included the sperm of long dead victors. She had become a celebrity overnight when she bought the honor of mothering Iacobus’ only children.

And this past July she had almost become the first woman in history to have her only children be victors.

“Your brother should have won, would have too if the Gamemakers hadn’t chosen to save Miss. Smith instead of him.” President Snow says as if he too was powerless to stop the girl from winning. “I am sorry for your loss, Jack.”

He never uses a person’s first name, always their last unless it is a person close to him. The use of Jack instead of the pretentious first name his mother gave him strikes the young man as almost touching. As if he meant it.

Then he remembers that his mother’s elder cousin, Sejanus, was like a brother to him which led to Great Uncle Strabo making him his heir over Jack’s the unborn mother and her dead older brothers here in District 2. Perhaps it was this distant claim to kinship that brought him here.

“What are you sorry for, sir, it wasn’t you who killed him.” Jack sat at the arm chair that is already too small for him. He’d had his last growth spurt recently and wept like a kid because Laurie wasn’t here anymore.

“You are right, I was not, and while vengeance won’t bring him back it will give you the closure you need.” Snow’s words make no sense. There is no way he could avenge his brother.

Smith was a victor like him, protected from laws and arenas. He can’t just walk into 10 and kill her because not only travel between districts is forbidden unless you are a government official or a peacekeeper, he can’t even have a weapon on him without being arrested for treason.

“She will be here for her Victory Tour, just as you visited her district for it. I can arrange for a delay to cause her to stay the night at the Mayor’s House where you may do with her whatever you feel will alleviate your grief. No charges, you are…family, after all.”

Had they wanted, they could’ve saved Laurie instead of her.

A miraculous recovery, they say as if she didn’t know that they let Laurie die so she could be the winner.

She hates them all, everyone. The doctors, the districts for rebelling and damning them to this fucked up circus, her mentor, her escort and most of all, Tigris and the Capitol.

Her dress was black, like the sort of dress a princess would wear with a tight bodice and a ballgown skirt with a train like a bride. Black stitched beautifully with real white roses and three buttons like the ones on Dustin’s shirt and cufflinks at the interview.

They meant something to her stylist. Something only President Snow seemed to know the meaning of by the way he narrowed his eyes when he saw the details up close as he crowned her.

Was this related to that victor Tigris had mentioned? Something tells Eva it is.

She is still in the arena, only it’s no longer the one she survived this past week. This time the arena is her life.

Laurie’s brother was right to say the games never end, you just get thrown into a different arena.

He hates her, his eyes are so full of loathing as he watches with all the other mentors. Jack had come to mentor his twin, his other half and be here to celebrate his victory with him.

Only she killed him and the ghost of Laurie will haunt her forever even if she never sees Iacobus Nelson ever again.

No wonder the victors from her district choose to lose themselves to whatever numbs their pain. How can you live after all this and then see children die every year while you helplessly watch?

It is August when she returns to her new home. The house she is given is too big for her and the money and rewards she is given ate undeserved.

And yet she has to accept them because the games cannot end without a victor.

Her aunt lives with her to keep her from turning into another Abilene or worse, into Peter, the victor who killed himself thirty-six years ago. She manages her things and helps her with her ‘talents’ knowing they keep her busy enough to pretend everything is fine.

She’s taken up dancing, gardening, horse riding, animal husbandry, and even apprenticed herself to an apothecary and a Peacekeeper Medic who finished what her grandmother and mother started. By the time the Victory Tour comes around, Eva is almost fine and a jack of all trades.

That is until she is dressed up and put on a train to be paraded around the districts of the kids who died in the arena, some by her own hand and others because of her.

12 has her retching after her meaningless speech and its only living victor, Haymitch Abernathy, introduces her to liquor out of pity.

She’s never drank more than a shot of aguardiente her cousins had snuck out for her at her return party at home and she still feels drunk when she is propped up at every district after until she arrives at 2 and sees him.

Eva has to remind herself it’s not Laurie’s ghost. Just his identical twin brother who would gladly rip out her throat with his teeth than kiss it as Laurie once did.

She drinks herself to make herself forget he is there sitting across from her at every feast after. The moment she slips out of Clemens and her guards in her velvet black dress ---Tigris makes her look like she is in mourning for all of them and even wears black in solidarity--- and finds herself hurling her dinner at a balcony overlooking the town in her room.

Great behavior she’s had this tour. Drunk out of her senses and now vomiting into the pristine balcony at the Mayor’s house.

They will cover it up, like they did with her tripping over the steps at 6 and her hysterical sobbing when she saw Basil’s little sisters in 11.

“I wouldn’t think of jumping if I were you.” He says from behind her. Skin cold to the touch as he puts his hand on her back, as if he was unsure of shoving her to her death or in comfort.

“Laurie?” she asks turning around and mistaking his brother for the ghost she sees everywhere.

She doesn’t see his twin in the shiny slate gray suit, but the boy in the arena with her.

“They should’ve saved you. They should’ve let me die instead of you! I’m sorry I killed you, I should’ve killed myself if I had known they wouldn’t save you.” Eva sobs as she clutches the torso of the ghost of the boy she killed, of the boy who loved her. “It should’ve been me who died in that arena.”

“On that we can agree on, Evie.” The way he says her name is so unlike the boy she knew.

“You should’ve let Basil kill me, you should’ve taken the win there and they wouldn’t have made me kill you.” She agrees with him as he pried her off him like he hated her when she tried to kiss him like that last kiss in the arena.

“No one made you kill me, you killed me.” The ghost barks out a bitter and angry laugh.

“I’m sorry, Laurie.” Eva weeps and apologizes over and over as she does in her nightmares. “I’m sorry I killed you. I loved you, even if we never said it, I know you knew it too.”

In her desperation to make the ghost stay she throws herself at him before he leaves again and in his anger the ghost takes her by her throat and slams her to a wall beside the balcony.

“How can you fucking say that about him?!” the ghost screams and dissipates leaving not Laurie, but his twin brother in his place. “How can you say you loved him when you used him and murdered him like that?”

“Because!” That is all she can articulate as his hold grows tighter on her throat. “I. Had. No. Choice!”

Because we have to, because the Capitol demands it as the price for peace.

But what would a boy who lived in the Capitol’s most loyal district understand when he chose to go into that arena for fucking glory.

If he and Laurie hadn’t been so desperate for that bloody glory, she wouldn’t have ever killed Laurie.

Jack lets go and slams his fist into the wall instead. He is just as fucked up as she is, as every victor is after they are damned to live with their sins.

“Unlike you, I had no choice.” Eva has never felt more sober this month as she does now. The adrenaline of nearly dying at Jack’s hands had snapped her out of it even if the pain at her throat hurt like a bitch. “I didn’t even want to win, but the fucking Gamemakers brought me back because they needed a victor and Snow wanted to punish me for that.”

He believes some, but not all of she said.

It’s enough to stop this ludicrous notion he can just kill her to avenge Laurie. He only needed to ask her, and she’d be flying out the balcony by her own accord, and they’ll cover it up like they did with the deaths in her district from starvation and the excessive force used by the Peacekeepers.

“I’m sorry, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you or anyone like this. You should’ve just pushed me instead of letting me think you were Laurie.”

Somehow, her nightmares about Laurie stop after that, and she forbids herself from drinking ever again. It helps that Tigris was fired on the excuse that her modifications terrify people and not because Eva requested it in private to the president at her feast in the Capitol.

Eva doesn’t see Jack for the next five years. Since 2 has no shortage of Victors, there is no need for him to mentor Enobaria and the nine others who volunteered for their games.

Eva, meanwhile, has seen all 10 of her tributes die horrifically and is about to see these two new ones die as well when she meets his gaze at the opening ceremonies.

He still hates her. She can see it in his eyes, but he gives her a small sad smile when he thinks no one is looking.

Perhaps that confrontation years ago was all both needed to find closure.

#evacore #jack nelson #jack nelson peaky blinders #jack nelson x oc #hunger games au #peaky blinders fic #they didn't know we were seeds

[huggybug]

can you do something when poppy goes on her first date and how the guys react?

happy dilf day!

“Be home by 10” Poppy was on the way out the door on her first date while you and Trevor tried not to laugh at how nervous she was. It was something you had to talk Trevor into letting her do. When she first told you, she begged you to not tell her dad but since he was in town the night of the date, you couldn’t exactly keep it from him.

“Absolutely not” He scoffed before going back to helping Lucas tape his stick.

“Trevor-”

“Dad!” Poppy yelled at the same time as you, pinching her younger brother when he mocked her in a ridiculously high pitched voice.

“You’re not going, end of story” Poppy looked to you, hoping you’d be able to help her out.

“Babe, they want to go to a movie, it’s hardly anything to worry about” Poppy already told you that her date was to the new Marvel movie, it really seemed innocent enough.

“You say that like we didn’t go on movie dates all the time… actually-”

“Trev!” You cut him off abruptly which makes him smirk.

“Gross” Poppy shivers and you roll your eyes. “Mom already said I could go so it doesn’t really matter what you say” Your eyes widen and Trevor looks at you in shock.

“It’s inevitable babe, she’s not going to stay in our house forever”

“I know that… I’m okay with her going on dates… when she’s 18” He thought he was being reasonable but Poppy’s shriek of outraged begged to differ.

It took a long argument discussion to get Trevor on board but eventually you managed to make it happen and now he was cooperating being supportive.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” You call which makes her roll her eyes, something you can’t see since she’s facing away from you.

“You got pregnant at 16” Trevor said under his breath and you smacked him.

“Shut up”

…

Poppy’s date went well but, much to her displeasure, your family was leaving for the summer at the end of the month which meant she would be away from her boy for two whole months.

“Can’t we just stay here for another week?”

“Yeah sure, do you want to tell you father that we’re staying so you can hang out with a boy or do you want me to?” You asked sarcastically.

“If you could, that’d be great” She smiled and you shook your head, making sure she knew that was never going to happen.

“Since I feel a little bad… and I’m a good mom, I’ll cover for you once a day around your uncles” Poppy was already preparing herself to be around the guys again. Knowing her dad who was horrible at keeping secrets, there was no way she’d get through the whole summer without them finding out about her little date.

“Wow thanks”

You didn’t have to cover very much in the end because wishing the first couple days, the secret was out.

“Hey P, who’s Max Parker?” Your head whips to the side to look at Alex and you can tell Poppy’s expression mirrors yours when Jack and Cole look at you weirdly.

“Where- How-” She stutters and your eyes go wide when Trevor and Lucas start laughing.

“Poppy Jane do you have a boyfriend?” Jack asks and you’re honestly surprised at how quickly they put it together.

“He’s not my boyfriend…”

“Yet!” Lucas shouts and Poppy glares at him.

“What?” Cole asks.

“Trevor! How could you allow this? I thought we had an agreement” Jack turns to his best friend and you raise an eyebrow at that.

“An agreement?” You ask, “Jack she’s not your child”

The boys were all arguing now, Trevor was defending himself and claiming that you pressured him into letting Poppy go while Jack yelled at him. Cole and Alex were listening intently, picking their sides and then joining in on the fight.

“I’m out of here” Poppy got up and ran upstairs which only made Cole chase after her, asking if he can say hi to her boyfriend over facetime.

“How did you even find his name? Are you stalking teenagers now Turcs?” Trevor asks, clearly amused with the situation.

Alex laughed, “No the kid followed me on instagram and I saw that she followed him”

“If you guys act like that you’ll never meet her boyfriend, might not even get an invite to her wedding” You shook your head as you turned your attention to your phone.

“WEDDING?”

“Y/n, don’t even joke about that, she is way too young” Jack was appalled which made you laugh.

#happy dilf day! #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #dad au #poppy zegras #anaheim ducks #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

[adrianasunderworld]

More ideas for the white ash girlies and other ocs

Nyla Drake

Twisted from Queen Narissa

On the surface, Nyla is perfect. She’s very beautiful. She’s an honors student. She comes from a rich and respectable family. She’s a magical prodigy. However it all hides her very strained home life. Nylas father is a dragon fae noble from Briar Valley, her mother was very much human. The backlash from his family was so great that it strained their marriage beyond repair and led to their divorce all before Nyla could learn her ABCs. Nylas paternal relatives tolerate her at best and outright ignore her at the worst. Despite her fathers attempts to keep it civil, he could not shield her from it all. When she was very young, her mother remarried, and seemingly wanted to forget her first marriage ever happened. This included doting on her new step son. Despite that Nylas stepbrother, Henry, had never out right done anything to her, she still resented him greatly. In her young eyes, Henry had stolen her mother from her. She had the son she always wanted, and Nyla merely was a constant reminder of her failed first marriage.

Nyla threw herself into her magic studies and became a jack of all trades in magic, and her father spared no expense in her education. She wanted to be the best so she would receive only the best. Though the lack of any recognition at home from her mother to led to her taking it out on her peers. In first year, she made fun of a girl named Juno, which led to a physical altercation with one of Junos friends. After a thorough scolding from the headmage, she made it clear if Nyla became a problem and bullied anyone else, she would be expelled. So Nyla obeyed. She was still mean and snobby, but a bad attitude was not enough to land her in hot water. Now Nyla content to be what she knows she is: the best mage in White Ash.

Trixie McEntire

Twisted from Dixie

A canine beast girl from the Shaftlands. She's from the same hometown as Epel, and as such has that thick country accent. Trixies parents passed away when she was young and has bounced from relative to relative over the next few years. It wasn’t until middle school that her uncle took custody of her. He has a band that travels the region taking gigs to perform at festivals, and Trixie at least half of her life on the road.

It was during this time Trixie learned she not only loved music but was very good at it. She’s a talented singer and posts her covers and original songs on Magicam and often sings a festivals back in Harveston and performs in her uncles band when not in school. She even represented White Ash at this years VDC, putting everything into her performance for any potential talent scouts. Trixie is a bit of a diva and loves the attention she gets from preforming. She is roommates and friends with Nyla.

Henry Edwards

Twisted from Prince Edward

Nylas stepbrother, though if you asked Henry, they were full siblings like any other. Henry is not a cruel boy by any stretch, but he is oblivious. He never really noticed their mothers blatant favoritism towards him. Or seems to think Nyla constantly correcting him that he is her step brother was her being picky about terms. In Henrys mind everything is perfect because he has been shielded from anything but. 

Henry is the golden boy of the family, and on the spelldrive team along with knowing how to fence and sword fight. He’s a romantic at heart, but tends to fall for girls easily. Every girl he’s ever liked he’s sworn was the love of his life. Nyla constantly berates him when he visits White Ash because his over the top antics embarrass her. “You are not some prince charming, so knock it off!” He attends Royal Sword Academy.

Steven "Stevie" Ficklestein

Twisted form Sally

Stevie is from a small town on the Isle of Woe. It’s been only him and his dad his whole life. Stevies father has been over protective for as long as he can remember. Its due to a horrible accident Stevie had as a child where he took a bad fall and resulted in scarring all over his body. Mr. Ficklestein has never liked Stevie going out ever since and always insists his son stay home. However Stevie usually sneaks out anyway, takes his grounding, and does it all over again.

Mr.Ficklestein is a scientist and Stevie has been his lab assistant most of his life. So he has a knack for alchemy an potions, it’s pretty much second nature to him. He's also a very crafty boy. He is super fashion forward, but Stevie doe shave his own distinct tastes. So he learned how to early on in middle school so he can alter and sew patches on his clothes just the way he wanted. He's very good at it, and is usually who his Pomfiore dorm mates go to when their uniforms need fixing. Stevies unique magic is called “At the Seams” and he can magically dismember him self wherever his scars are. He cracks a lot of “Need a hand?” jokes.

#twisted wonderland #twst ocs #the white ash intitute #royal sword academy #night raven college

[depressedloser1001]

Yo!

⚠️Might be stereotypical, but thats how my flow is rn. And is NOT is relation to this world or universe, this is an entire different one, with the same history, but a few changes I've made, with Noah.

MY OC (Noah K.V) (ALSO NOT MY EDIT, U CAN SEE THE WATER MARK. THATS HOW NOAH LOOKS)

Noah K.V

He's half-n-half. Half German and Half Indian. His mom is German, His dad is Indian.

He's the great-great-great grandson of Holy Roman Empire. So basically, German Empire (Prussias son) was blessed with a human girl, even though he was married to a countryhuman (Austria-Hungary) He took her in and raised her and boom, Noah was born (Noah also has a sister, a younger one, but we'll get to her later)

So Noah is an Astrophysicist (Studies the Universe and builds rockets) He is in NASA.

Noahs relations with the German family:

Holy Roman Empire: Great, Great, Great, Grandfather

Prussia and Austrian Empire and Brandenburg: Great grandads

German Empire and Austria-Humgary: Grandads

Third Reich, Weimar republic, Hungary, Austria and Switzerland: Uncles .

Germany, East germany: Cousin brother and sister, respectively

Prabhav Vasudev: Father.

Clara Schneider Vasudev: Mother

Elizabeth Abigail Vasudev: Younger sister.

He speaks: Hindi, Telugu, A bit of German, and some French and Spanish included.

Born in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. So he's South Indian.

His middle name is 'Klein'

Bro is now 24.

His sister is 22.

He spent 10 years in India and 7 years in Germany, after which he went to college in Yale. (IK ITS SO STEREOTYPICAL)

He has a PhD for Astrophysics. Switzerland and Austria are doctors. Austria plays the violin and wears those stringed ass gold glasses and looks old cuz he is, and so does Switzerland (spectacles) but their normal glasses and they wear suits (waist suits in particular) all the time. Third Reich and Weimar are governers who have glasses (spectacles) and wear uniform all the time, Hungary is a lawyer who's chill and drinks often.

Noah is Light-hearted, has PTSD. He loves music and books, he has more fashion sense than the French. He has a good job that pays him 6,00,000 dollars per year. (IM SORRY) And he's single af. He's hot ofc. Bros 6 foot, has black hair, jacked and has tattoos.

Btw he's also half Christian, Half Hindu.

He loves him mom, his mom died and so did his dad, he went to space, His accomplishment: He reach the asteroid belt and almost crossed it.

Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Germany and Elizabeth are his only living family who He has a close relation w/.

Loves suits.

Is colorblind.

Met the talking planets. (Not Solarballs but more like gods. Ofc, he didn't meet Zeus and all but the planets are portrayed as gods with ancient English. Like Jupiter, he's formal, IS the largest and the one maintains order in the system. Saturn is light hearted and his rings hold love, loss, etc, like that)

Hes happy, but traumatized, he makes the most insulting and creative threats. He loves music, loves books, loves studying. Loves everything and he also has anxiety. Hes sweet but you get on his bad side and 😵.

Deep vouce, gentleman, doesn't bully girls. And also is the most cracky with his friends and that's it. I'll tell yall if there's more.

Right, Bye loves!

#OC #HC #my hands are literally shaking #Solar system (somewhat) #Idc if it's stereotypical stfu #Countryhumans German Family.

[authortobenamedlater]

Final big Picard post:

I know this entire season and the entire last episode was nostalgia bait. And I DON’T CARE. I loved it. Look. This is my childhood. TNG is almost exactly as old as I am. I am the fish this nostalgia bait is made for. I’m biting and I’m not ashamed.

The finale managed to avoid the trap of giving beloved characters senseless and meaningless endings in the name of “originality” or “unpredictability” (not talking about Shaw here; I’ve already said plenty about that). It gave the characters, cast, and even the ship a fitting send-off.

I was convinced Picard would sacrifice himself to save Jack in the end and I’m relieved that didn’t happen. However, more important than the sacrifice itself is that Picard was willing to make it. He tells Jack “If you won’t leave, I’ll stay with you” then Jack makes the decision to save both of them.

Even better! Nobody died! I’m happy to make up everybody lives/nobody dies AUs, but it’s also great to see this happen in canon. Jack gets to have a relationship with his father, Picard gets to have a relationship with his son, Picard and Beverly get a relationship with each other and their kid. Whether Picard and Beverly love each other romantically or platonically, they’re on good terms and they both love Jack.

My personal headcanon is Picard is still with Laris who embraces the stepmom role and sips Chateau Picard with Beverly while talking crap about their man.

And! The D had her last stand and survived! She gets to be a museum now! Perfect! The wreck in Generations has been a sore spot for 30 years and now it’s fixed! Like a great big fix-it fic but it’s canon. Yes!

Raffi gets to reconcile with her son and meet her granddaughter. One thing I love about Raffi is she’s tough and snarky but also very warm and nurturing when the situation calls for it. Look at how she handled Agnes’s breakdown in S1. Raffi will love grandma-hood and be awesome at it. And Worf will be the fun uncle.

And my very very favorite thing, probably the show’s crowning achievement, is Seven finally finds her niche. She struggled to find her place among humans for so long and it’s good to see her with her own command and family. That hug to Sidney after the Fleet Formation nightmare? So good.

It also seems Jack and Sidney are a thing now? Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHA.

Lastly…there was Q. Man, I can’t wait to see Q torment another generation of the Enterprise.

Picard was always dogged by his discomfort with family matters. You get the feeling that he’s “not a family man” as he tells Riker in Encounter at Farpoint, but he WANTS to be a family man. He WISHES he could be. He’s devastated when his brother and nephew are killed because there will be no more Picards. And Picard does show fatherly energy on more than a few occasions, notably with Wesley and Elnor. It’s nice to see him find “the part of [him] [he] never knew was missing” in Jack and get a chance to be the father he always wanted to be on some level but never thought he could be.

There’s a quote that makes its way around this site about how modern media judges happiness as silly and trivial and only pain is interesting or realistic. But sometimes happiness is interesting and deep and meaningful. It sure was here.

#Star Trek #Star Trek Picard #raffi musiker #jean luc picard #seven of nine #jack crusher

[hannahhook7744]

Quinzel brothers only in Gotham bio (redone);

Name: Lucifer "Lu" Felix Quinzel. 

Age: 16 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Notes:

Calling him by his first name instead of his nickname will get you slapped.

Commenting on his eyes will get you smacked.

Participating in 'Kick a ginger day' will get you kicked right back.

He hates his hair, eyes, and name.

He likes angry and sad music.

He is one of the many children of Harleen Quinzel and the joker. 

He is in the following clubs: The Global Villain Kid Support Club, Gymnastics Club, Martial Arts Club, Drama Club, Movie Club, Cards Club, and Comedy Club.

Liu likes building joke shop items and Jack in the boxes.

He is single for now.

He grew up with his grandparents until his youngest siblings—Jackie and Bryce—were born and his mother finally left his dad.

Harley fisted alot though and sent money for his, Emoji, and Joseph's care.

He did not know he had a twin that was being raised by Ivy until his mom left his dad.

He also didn't know that Lucy was his bio sister and not his bio cousin until then either.

After Harley left his dad, she moved him, Ace, Ivy, Ivy's kids, him, Emoji, and Joseph into the apartment building her uncle left her after his death.

Liu loves Hamilton the musical and stars.

He also always wears 3D glasses to cover up his mismatched eyes.

He has Heterochromia—which caused him to be born with one blue eye and one red eye.

He loves paint balloons and hates his name.

He and his family are Jewish.

He is terrible at chemistry but wonderful at psychology.

He resents his dad greatly.

He is also debating changing his name when he's 18.

Liu works at the movie theater and sometimes he takes up temporary jobs at passing by circuses.

He wants to be a dagger thrower at the circus when he grows up.

His superhero name is Karma.

He's allergic to anesthesia and corn.

His bestfriends are his twin brother, Ace, alongside Juke Jones (A Red Lantern) and Aster Cutter (Drawback).

His favorite classes are psychology and art.

His weapon of choice is throwing knives.

His family:

Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Fleck (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Daughter) ,

Deidre Dennis (Daughter),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Emoji Jeune Quinzel.

Age: 15 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Notes:

Unlike his older brother, Lucifer, Emoji actually likes his name.

He gets along great with his siblings and is usually the mediator between them and sometimes their friends.

Skylar Kyle and Lee-Lee Willis are his best friends.

He loves smiley faces and they take up a good portion of his wardrobe.

He loves pulling pranks, playing cards, and riding his bike.

Emoji also has quite the sweet tooth.

Emoji decorates his clothes with paint and patches.

His best classes are art and music.

His weapon of choice is a mallet.

Emoji is also a fan of croquet, parkour, dancing, singing, cards, and board games.

He likes happy sounding and funny music.

His superhero alias is Happy.

He is less of a sourpuss compared to Lucifer and less temperamental than him too.

He also has almost no bloodlust at all.

He is friendly and hyperactive and a well-behaved, albeit horrible student due to his short attention span and lack of interest in school-related things.

He is in choir, drama club, band, the comedy club, the DND club, and the Global Villain Kid Support Club.

He wears a pair of smiley face sunglasses that Harley gave him when he was little.

He lives with his siblings and mom in the apartment building they live in.

He is single for now.

Emoji also hates their dad just as much as his siblings do but since he doesn't want his siblings to go to jail he keeps them from killing their father.

He has no allergies.

Emoji wants to be an art teacher when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Joseph King Quinzel.

Age: 14 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Aroace (aromantic asexual).

Notes:

Joseph also goes by Jo, Joey, Joey King, and Jo King.

His superhero alias is April Fools King, April fools for short.

April Fools is his and his brothers' favorite holiday.

Him, Emoji, and Liu all have ADHD.

He finds his name funny and takes great joy in introducing himself as 'Jo King' to people.

He took like prank shop items and clowns.

Joseph also wears purple and green 3D glasses.

His bestfriends are Linus Luthor, Lylod Snart, Eleanor Nygma, Ivan Isley, and Achilles Emerson.

He's playful with a temper and thinks he's funnier than Liu.

He also enjoys riling Liu up in several ways. Especially when it comes to his name.

He does well in school. Far better than his brothers.

He is a ball at parties.

Joseph is apart of the comedy club, the gymnastics club, the drama club, the dnd club, and the baseball team.

I he lijes pranking, acting, dancing, singing, playing games, playing with my pets, playing baseball, sleeping, parkour, go karting with his family and friends, and telling jokes.

He is allergic to fish.

His favorite colors are green and purple despite his hatred of his dad.

Joseph wants to be a pro baseball player when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

This is a mix of Harley Quin and Joker medias.

Dc Rp friends; @gotham-is-fucking-weird @gothams-new-hero @christelgothamite @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning @formerarkhampsychologist @gotham-bitch etc.

#only in gotham #only in gotham bio #onlyingotham #children of joker and harely quinn #dc ocs #dc original characters #dc fanon #dc original character #my original characters #original characters