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lampmanliveblogs · 1 year

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Absolutely amazing. It could not be more perfect.

I’m gonna headcanon that Camila’s reaction to seeing Luz’ little ”Hi! I’m bi!” drawing was to respond with a ”Hi Bi, I’m mom!”

(as none of you may remember, I did say that I had an idea for something I’d do for this moment. I was gonna do another Engelsofors quote ((the scene where Vanessa tells her mom that she’s dating Linnéa, which effectively doubles as her coming out as bi))… but looking at the actual scene, it really wasn’t as funny as I remembered it as, soooo… i’m just not gonna do it)

I love this screenshot, it looks like the other palismen think Flapjack has gone crazy. By the Titan! He’s pecking at the floor! What new spore of madness is this!?

Seeing all the palismen together like this does remind me of one of the predictions I was going to make in that post I was supposed to post before this liveblog but never did.

Assuming that Philip (what’s left of him anyway) still has enough of his mind left to form coherent thoughts and plans, his first priority will likely be to regain some of his strength. And would you look at that, there we have four yummy palismen ready to be cracked open like some radioactive coconuts. Even if he wasn’t seeking revenge on the kids (which he most certainly will be doing), those palismen alone are enough of a motivation for him to show up and cause trouble.

Now, I’m not sure what exactly he could do to cause trouble, but I’m sure he’ll find a way.

Amity. Sweetie. Luz already loves you. You do not need to try this hard.

Hm… can I wring some symbolic meaning out of these outfits? Of course I can. Observe:

Gus At first glance, it’s easy to conclude that Gus probably just picked out what he thought looked cool and that’s most likely the case. But you’ll notice that out of the four newcomers to the Human Realm, he’s the one who’s got the most ”normal” outfit. Which makes sense. His knowledge of the Human Realm has often been played for laughs, but he’s still very passionate and interested in everything human. And his stated wish back in Hunting Palismen was to become an ambassador to the Human Realm. With this in mind, it makes sense he’d try to assemble what might be considered a ”normal” human outfit, to blend in and show respect for the human culture.

Willow Seeing as there is no flyer derby in the Human Realm, it seems Willow opted for the next best thing and is trying her hand at roller derby (which, fun fact, the only reason I know that sport exists is thanks to a Steven Universe fanfic I read years ago). Despite her threatening pose with her hands balled up into fists and the intimidating spikes on her helmet, she is still smiling brightly and her outfit is brightly colored. Willow is at heart a very caring and kind individual, but when need be, she can be tough and powerful, This is a theme we’ve seen repeated several times with her character.

Amity The events of Clouds on the Horizon saw Amity more or less disowning her mother (take note of the absence of Odalia in the drawing of her family in one of the previous shots*). There wasn’t much time to process the meaning of that at the time, since they were a bit busy dealing with the end of the world and everything. Now, however, Amity is finally free of her mother’s overly controlling attitude and enters her rebellious edgy phase. These are all likely clothes Amity would not be allowed to wear if Odalia had a say in the matter. ”Ripped jeans? Not in this household, young lady!”

(*speaking of the previous shots, before I forget… when the mutant rat from Yesterday’s Lie bursts through the board, we can briefly see Hunter’s hands without any gloves. I’m fairly certain that’s the first time. I didn’t notice any scars)

The hat looks familiar to me. Is there a character in one of the Mario games that wears a hat like that?

Hunter Sorta similar to Amity, but even worse, Hunter likely never had any say in what kinds of clothes he got to wear growing up. Having been raised the way he was, he likely has no real grasp of what his own identity is (no doubt made worse by the grimwalker revelation and finding out he’s a clone). Thus, he can’t really express himself through his clothing the same way the other kids can. But one thing he does realize is how large part of him Flapjack has become. Flapjack, in many ways, has become a part of Hunter and a fundamental piece of his identity. Flapjack is symbolic of Hunter beginning to stray from the path created for him by Belos and him eventually breaking free of his control to become his own person.

That’s why he’s dressed as a giant red chicken.

And Vee coming in with her new form as well! I don’t even care that I was spoiled on her new look, I’m just so happy to see my snake daughter thriving.

Speaking of which, there is a noticeable difference between Vee’s Luz form and her new form. The difference in appearance is obvious, but if we look at this before and after, we can see some important differences in how she carries herself.

Luz!Vee still looks a bit timid and with a very neat appearance, much like how we saw her in Yesterday’s Lie. In her new form, she looks a lot more confident and her clothes & hair are a lot less neat and picture perfect. Her eyes and hair are also closer to her eyes and hair* in her basilisk form. She’s still disguising herself as a human, but it’s closer to the real her. In some ways, I think Vee has become herself.

(*well… reptiles don’t have hair. It’s as ridiculous as feathers on a mammal. Maybe the ”hair” basilisks have are closer to the pycnofibres you’d find on pterosaurs)

(i am honestly surprised at how good this edit turned out. especially seeing as I don’t have any actual image editing software. no, i did this in pages.)

Honestly? Same, Camila. Same. You love to see it.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e1 #thanks to them

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starlitangels · 2 years

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So Much Easier

So... I started making a headcanon about Damien and Angel being friends and it got so long that I just turned it into a one-shot. Have fun XD 2.1k words

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Damien fell into the seat opposite me, brushing a hand through his wavy black hair to get it out of his face. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “There was an accident and traffic was bad.”

I glanced at my watch. “You’re three minutes early,” I replied. “Are you okay, Damien?”

“Fine, why?”

“Well, maybe it’s the bags the size of my college backpack under your eyes, or maybe it’s the weirdly-rumpled clothing you’re wearing, when usually you hate being seen in public any less than crisp and fresh.” I put a hand on his arm. “Dami, I’ve known you since we were born. I know you. You’re working yourself into the ground again.”

He pulled his arm away from me. “I’m fine,” he returned. Then winced. “That... came out sharper than I meant. Sorry.” He glared at me, those oddly amber eyes narrowed. “And I told you to stop calling me Dami. I’m a grown man now.”

I snorted. “You think I care about that? You don’t scare me,” I retorted playfully. “Would you rather I call you Hotshot?”

There it was. That subtle stiffening of his muscles that always happened when I called him Hotshot or Hot Head or Firebrand. I could never figure out why. I assumed it was because he knew he was hotheaded and was trying hard not to be, but it always felt like there was something more to it.

“Decidedly not,” he ground out.

“Dami it is, then,” I said with a grin.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, picking up the menu and hiding his face behind it. We’d been going to this same restaurant at least once every couple months for lunch since the summer after high school.

“How’s your mom?” I asked casually, scanning my own menu blandly, even though I knew I was going to get the same thing I always got.

“She’s doing well. How are your parents?”

“They’re fine. Haven’t... really... spoken to them in a bit.”

Damien’s head appeared over the top of his menu. “You’re not fighting with them again, are you?”

I shook my head. “No, no. Haven’t really... well. I was going to say I haven’t had an argument with them since I graduated college but that’s not true.”

Damien swore under his breath. “What’d you fight with them about this time?”

“I mean... it was like a year ago now, but they didn’t like my boyfriend. Thought he was too... gruff, I guess. Stiff, maybe. I could see where they were coming from but they didn’t know him like I do. He runs a private security business—of course he’s gonna be a little rougher around the edges than my office-job ex.” I laughed. “But, they forget that I grew up with you. No one’s attitude could put me off after that.”

Damien rolled his eyes again. “Thanks.”

“I don’t mean it as a bad thing. I just mean I know you. You put on a sharp façade, but I know you’re a really nice guy underneath all that. It’s the same with David. I could tell from the moment I met him that for all of his tough-guy attitude, there was something sweet in there. Plus, your mom’s been friends with my parents since high school: we’ve been around each other our entire lives. If anyone’s already equipped to chip away at those walls, it’d be me.”

“Wait, hang on. Did you say David?”

“Yeah.”

“David, runs a private security business. David Shaw?”

I blinked. “Yeah?”

Damien took a turn to blink at me for several moments. “His company does a lot of work at... my academy.”

Holy $#!+, I thought. “You... you go to D.A.M.N.?” I asked quietly.

His rigid posture melted away and he slouched over the table for a moment.

“Hey, what can I get you guys?” a waitress asked with a smile. I glanced at Damien, gesturing for him to go first. He waved for me to instead.

I ordered my usual while Damien quickly scanned the menu again before making his order.

The waitress smiled, scribbling it down before taking our menus. “Okay! I’ll get that started for you.”

“Thanks!” I said. She strolled off. I turned back to Damien. “So, you go to D.A.M.N..” That time, it wasn’t a question.

He nodded. “Thank God you know,” he said quietly. “I’m assuming you know about your boyfriend, then.”

“That he’s a wolf shifter? Yeah.”

He put his head on his arms for a second. “That makes this friendship so much easier,” he muttered. He lifted his head. “To address our first talking point, yes, I have been working myself into the ground. There’s been a lot of schoolwork. Do you know the concept of full certification?”

I blinked. “Vaguely. One of David’s pack members is dating a fully-certified Stealth, but I’m not one-hundred-percent on what that means.”

“Basically means I have a decent understanding of all types of magic.”

“Like a bachelor’s degree?”

“Sort of. Honestly I’d say it’s closer to a master’s, and then specialization certifications are more like bachelor’s, but there’s really not a normal college equivalent. Usually full certification takes a while, but I’m getting it done in four years. I’m in my third year right now. It’s just... hard.” He pushed both hands into his hair and shook his fingers through it, fluffing it up.

“Why is it hard? You were always such an overachiever. In a good way,” I added as his eyes narrowed. “Like, Dami, there’s nothing you can’t do when you set your mind to it.”

His glare softened. “Thanks. It’s just... it can be difficult for a specialized race to have a decent skill in all types of magic.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I’m a Fire Elemental.”

Before he could continue his explanation, I threw my head back and laughed. He looked offended. “Oh, oh, sorry,” I said, wiping my eyes. “That just—oh that explains so much. Why you go all stiff when I call you a hot head, why I swear the room gets warmer when I know I’m pissing you off. Everything makes a lot more sense now.” I reached across the table and patted his arm. “Sorry. Continue.”

“Right. Because I’m a specialized race—a Fire Elemental—it means my control over fire magic is better than any race that isn’t a Fire Elemental, but my control over everything else isn’t as strong in consequence. So, my skill in, say, dreamwalking is obviously going to be a hell of a lot weaker than a Dreamwalker’s, but my skill in dreamwalking is also weaker than a Freelancer’s would be. Do you know what Freelancers are?”

“No? My knowledge of the magical world is pretty sparse outside of shifters. What are Freelancers?”

“Jacks of all trades, master of none. My best friend at the academy is one. Freelancers have no specialization. Their control over all types of magic is equal—even if they do have preferences—but they’ll never be as powerful in something as a specialized race. My friend will never be as good at fire magic as I am, but they can do everything else with more skill than me. Does that makes sense?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’d... I’d like to meet your best friend,” I said. “If you want to meet David, too.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, apart from each other, you and I never really had many other friends. I’d... I’d like to see the people who are important to you.”

Damien pursed his lips. Then nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that, too. I could... I could even introduce you to my other friends, too.”

I smiled. “You have more than one?”

“Don’t give me that look,” Damien snapped. “You don’t have to be surprised.”

“I’m not. I’m happy for you, Damien.”

“Apart from the Freelancer, I have... three other friends. Sorta. One of them is the Freelancer’s boyfriend but he just kinda became my friend by association, y’know?”

I thought about Asher and Milo and their mates. And the group chat I shared with the mates. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“We all kinda... came together because of the Freelancer. Like, I knew Lasko first because he was my guidance counselor, but without the Freelancer I never would have had occasion to meet Huxley. Lasko’s an Air Elemental and Huxley’s an Earth Elemental. Damn powerful one too. They’re both nice. Great people. I’m... glad to have them. Even if Huxley is a hug-addict who could break my spine.”

I laughed. “Ah man. I would pay to see you actually accepting a hug from anyone.”

“Rude. I used to hug you.”

“Yeah. Before we were in middle school. Then you stopped. If I tried to hug you any time after fifth grade, you’d just stand there like a piece of wood standing on its end.”

Damien scoffed.

I laughed. “We need to have these lunches more often.”

“Much as you needling me pisses me off, I actually do agree. We don’t see each other much anymore. What with me going for my certification and you with your job, I feel like it’s been ages. Next time, let’s only try and let a month go by. Maybe you can bring David and I’ll bring... one of my friends. Not all of them.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah David would probably be overwhelmed. But yeah. Let’s do this sooner next time.”

Damien and I chatted a little more about his schoolwork for a while until the waitress came back to our table with our food. We spoke relatively quietly in order to keep our conversation private. Not that anyone would be listening to us.

Damien seemed relieved, now that he knew I knew about his world. He spoke much freer than I’d heard him since we were teenagers. His passion came back in full force in a way I hadn’t seen since then either. He gestured wildly and he smiled a lot as he talked about his friends and his classes and the upcoming E&E Games. He’d been working hard on his performance routine, apparently.

“You’ll have to show me a recording of it. I’m not going to the Games.”

“Why not?”

“Apart from David working the security there and him being worried about me while he’s on a job, I also have work that I definitely wouldn’t be able to get off because I couldn’t explain to my unempowered boss why I was requesting it.”

Damien made a face. “Makes sense. But I’ll be sure to show you my recording. Promise.”

I smiled. “Awesome. Now that I know, I’d love to see it.” I punctuated my point by putting a bite of my food in my mouth.

Damien gave me a small grin before looking at his plate and eating himself. He swore. “I talked so much it’s getting cold.” He glanced around. “Do you mind?”

I shrugged.

He put his hands on either side of his plate. I saw the wavy air distortion of heat rising from his hands, the same way the air shimmered off a hot road in the middle of summer.

It was over in three seconds. He dropped his hands to pick up his utensils, testing it. “Much better. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Bruh. I’m dating a pack alpha. You think I’m going to say anything to the unempowered staff of this place?”

“Fair point.” Damien bounced his eyebrows. “Speaking of unempowered staff, there’s a great restaurant close to the academy that we should go to next time for lunch. It’s almost entirely populated by empowered people. The wards that keep unempowered people away from the academy tend to extend just past the reach of the actual campus, and that restaurant is right in the boundaries. Which means we can talk a little more freely with my friend and your boyfriend there,” he said.

“Sounds like a great plan,” I said. “One teensy little problem: I’m unempowered, Damien. Those wards would affect me. Meaning I would be pushed away from the area and not even know the thoughts weren’t mine. That’s the other reason I’m not going to the Games. I can’t get close.”

“I can push the wards away from you for lunch. We’ll meet outside the boundaries. I know David probably doesn’t know much magic outside of shifting—most shifters don’t—so I wouldn’t ask him to do it. I can.”

“Would that be difficult?”

“Over an extended period of time, yes. But that’s days. Lunch wouldn’t even be pushing it.”

“Okay. Next month, then, we’ll go there. Can’t wait to meet your Freelancer friend.”

“And I’ll be... interested to meet your boyfriend.”

“Well, given you two have very similar attitudes, I think you’ll get along just fine.”

Damien glowered, but he was smiling. I laughed.

#fic #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Damien #Damien #gender neutral reader #Starlit Fic

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Im Jaebum

A ⇴ AFFECTION

His affection always came from a place of protection, he’d spent years looking after the boys, and that reflected in your relationship too. He’d always make you feel incredibly safe whenever he was affectionate with you, which you loved.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You’d always been close friends since you met years ago, but that was all you thought you’d ever be. Jaebum knew he felt more for you, but he was always too scared to tell you how he felt. As his contract came to an end, he confided in Jinyoung the most about his feelings and where he should go from there to maybe see if you’d want to date him too.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He sat you down one night to tell you about what was going on with his contract and the changes it meant for his life. When he casually told you what it meant he could start dating more comfortably you began to worry that you’d lose your friend, but when he continued to tell you that it meant he could ask you out on a date comfortably, you were more than surprised. The silence that came from you worried Jaebum greatly, but you quickly reassured him, and accepted.

D ⇴ DATES

The two of you would often end up having dates at his studio because he was so busy. You absolutely loved your studio dates together, shutting out the rest of the world. You’d show up in the early evening with takeout and a bag filled with blankets and cushions for you to relax underneath. You’d both sit on the floor of the studio, using his laptop to watch something whilst you ate. Once his break was over, Jaebum would usually make you comfortable on the sofa so you could sleep, or he’d allow you to sit in his lap as he worked, giving him the motivation that he needed to be able to finish quickly for the night.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

There had been a few brief relationships he’d had in school, but since debut, you were the first proper relationship he’d had. He knew under contract he couldn’t balance work and a relationship, but now with a little more freedom it was definitely something he wanted to try. He was still the leader of GOT7 though, regardless, and that was something he often took into consideration. There was often a pressure on his shoulders to make sure as the leader he made his relationship work, but as he’d often confided in you before about his feelings on dating and love, you knew exactly how to help him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you wouldn’t argue often per se, if Jaebum was angry you’d usually be able to tell by the expression on his face before letting things kick off. Sometimes he forgot to switch off his leader mode when he was around you, and he’d struggle to relax and not worry. He hated arguing with you though, if it ever did happen, he’d take some time away, usually by going to his studio, and then come back to you when he felt a lot calmer. He was so often the mediator during conflict that he was confident he’d know exactly how to rectify the situation, the two of you would talk a lot about your feelings before moving past things.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew he came from a very close family, which made you quite apprehensive about becoming a part of it. JB had told his mother plenty about you before the first time you met which meant there was plenty of expectation on your shoulders. Luckily for you, she quickly loved you, seeing her only son happy was all that she ever wanted.

H ⇴ HOME

Having already been friends before your relationship, you’d spent a lot of time at Jaebum’s apartment, and of course, that meant you’d bonded with the cats. He didn’t want to move you in straight away when you started dating as he was nervous that it would be overwhelming, but after a couple of months he’d definitely start dropping hints that if you were comfortable, then maybe it was a step the two of you could take.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ was uttered by Jaebum, well, it was sung. He came up to you one night at the end of a day in the studio to let you know that he’d written a song. You’d listened closely to every word, but as the song came to an end and the three words were uttered, you thought it was a joke. But when Jaebum said it again, you knew that it was true.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If he was jealous, that would be when the famous chin would appear. You’d know straight away that the second you saw his chin stick out that he wasn’t happy about something. He’d try and play it cool and convince you that he wasn’t jealous, but when your hand tapped at the tip of his chin, he’d know the game was up. You were always quick to assure him, and you’d often spend the rest of the night by his side, so he knew not to worry, but when you left, you’d be sure to tease him about how obvious his feelings were.

K ⇴ KIDS

He’d never really made his mind up about kids, he loved being a father of cats for now. But as your relationship grew and became more serious, he began to wonder about starting a family and how his future would like. There was still a lot that he wanted to achieve before becoming a father, but it was something that as days went by, he’d see clearer and clearer in his future. He’d always get nervous talking about it around you, but you could tell exactly how he felt.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

At times he was quite serious, and laughter was difficult to draw out of him, but that made the moments that he did laugh a lot more precious. He was much happier whenever he was able to make you laugh, he’d surprise you in the day with photos and filters that he knew would have you in stitches at work. He was a hard nut to crack, but when you eventually found the way to make him laugh, you’d never stop. Every day you’d work hard to make him laugh until he couldn’t laugh anymore, and make sure that he relaxed after the end of his day.

M ⇴ MISSING

He never imagined himself missing you as much as he did when he went on tour for the first time since you started dating. He’d gotten used to missing you as a friend, he had plenty of friends that he missed, but when he had the emotional connection with you, it introduced a whole new feeling to him. He’d try and be strong for the sake of the rest of the members if they were with him, but as soon as he closed the hotel door for the night, he’d be straight on the phone with you, often forgetting that it wasn’t the same time for you as it was for him. Regardless, you’d pick up, just so that you could check on him too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call him, ‘jae,’ it was what you called him before dating, and a habit you couldn’t break. It was the same for him too, he’d often call you ‘buddy,’ or something, which became a recurring joke for you both.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your hair, as much as he hated that you had better hair then him, he loved to play with it whenever he was focussing or trying to fall asleep.

P ⇴ PDA

Jaebum wasn’t huge on PDA, again, his PDA came from a protective place, he’d like to keep you close to him, and if he felt like he needed to keep you closer, he’d keep you in front of him with both of his arms wrapped around your waist. He’d judge a situation closely before deciding how affectionate he needed to be with you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he was working on a piece of music, he would often ask for your opinion it. Your studio dates were great for him to be able to show you what he was working on and get your opinion on all of it.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

In his studio, he had several photos that he kept hold of that he’d piece together to try and come up with as a storyboard for song writing. All of his photos were of scenery or nature, except for two that were of you. Whenever he felt that love was appropriate in a song, he’d place the picture of you in his timeline. No one else ever saw them photos when they visited the studio, they were hidden away for only him to see.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimate moments were definitely when Jaebum would be at his softest. He was always an absolute gentleman and took priority of your needs over his own. He would love to play with your hair, whilst you often would play with his too, making sure the two of you were very close to each other. He was very loving and affectionate towards you, it was a bit of a stress relief for him too, he’d always feel a lot happier at the end.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He forgot sometimes that he wasn’t a leader of you too, he’d often text you when he knew you had appointments or something to make sure you showed up. You’d often remind him you didn’t need him to remind you, but it was a habit of his.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

In a world where he often felt misunderstood or pushed aside, around you, he really felt like he could be himself. There was nowhere that made him as comfortable as being by your side, wherever the two of you were.

V ⇴ VACATION

He loved to adventure with you whenever the two of you got the time to go away. He’d use the time as inspiration, sourcing plenty of things that he could use in the studio when he got back. He’d also take plenty of photos too, so when the two of you got back home you could spend a few nights scrapbooking all the photos and memories that you’d made to be able to look back over fondly one day.

W ⇴ WHINING

If something didn’t feel right, he’d definitely sigh and whine, he’d be desperate for you to go over and help him try and put things right.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Jaebum was much more of a cuddler than a kisser, he’d save his kisses for when he felt they were needed. Most of that was spent when you were falling asleep or if you’d had a bad day, he’d kiss against your cheeks to make sure that all of your tears disappeared. Being less frequent, you made sure to savour each one, and repay the gesture whenever he needed a bit of affection from you too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one who he saw forever with, he didn’t need anyone else but you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He always made sure to keep the cats off the bed at night so that he could dedicate his time to you, his arms would always be around you or tangled in your hair, he made sure to know exactly what you wanted from him to help you fall asleep.

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falling-pages · 3 years

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New Years Kiss headcanons

Happy New Year! These headcanons kinda suck but so did 2020, so I think it levels out. But here are my headcanons for the hosts’ new years kisses!

Who will you be kissing at midnight?

- It was December 31, and you were excited to end this year on a bang.

You were really feeling yourself--decked out in your favorite party outfit, shiny accessories clashing with the plastic party props you were holding--but you felt like a million bucks.

You wandered the party with your drink in hand, floating from friend group to friend group, taking pictures and snacking on hors d'oeuvres, until you see them across the room.

They’re staring right at you. You’ve thought about this person all year, and especially tonight, wondering if they would even be at this party, wondering if they felt the same way, wondering if you might steal a kiss at midnight.

Your heart hammers as you see there’s only a minute left until the new year.

Then you see them walking towards you.

TAMAKI:

Tamaki wasted no time in coming over to you once he spotted you

He wore this absolutely garish outfit of a brilliant silver suit on top of black dress shirts and slacks, but it fit him so perfectly for the occasion

Pink plastic sunglasses balanced on his nose, but he took them off as he approached you

The soft light of the room reflected off his outfit and made his eyes look so alive

He greeted you with a hug, and offered you a cheers

You clink your glasses together and there’s something about his rosy smile, his soft eyes, and the way that he’s so relaxed that fills you with excitement

He slips you a few feel good pick up lines, tries to chat up the party, but with ten seconds left, confesses his feelings

He takes your face in his hands and gives you a quick preemptive kiss

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve admired you for a long time, but I was too scared to try.”

You hear a countdown in the background, but all you can focus on are his eyes

“Here’s to one kiss, and hopefully many more this year.”

He kisses you just as the clock strikes midnight. Everyone around you screams and celebrates, but you run your hands down his back as he holds you tighter, smiling into your lips, thankful that his new year’s resolution has already come true.

KYOYA:

Kyoya thought about hiding or using the restroom at the one minute mark

He was frustrated about being invited to an event with no meaning other than to watch another minute pass by on a clock

But then he saw you

And suddenly this party didn’t seem so bad

You too were loose business acquaintances, but he had always thought you were cute. You could hold a conversation well enough, and you had earned several promotions in your field, but there was something about the mystery of you--knowing you, but not well enough--that always caught his eye

He gripped his champagne flute and went over to say hi

He’d never admit it, but his hand was sweaty

You were finishing your glass just as he approached

To break the ice, he offered you his champagne, since he didn’t drink and only held it as part of some social standard

You declined, but you thought it was a nice offer. You had only known him as the conniving, stone-faced Ootori heir

His nervousness and shaking did not go unnoticed by you

How could someone so accomplished and clever be undone by someone like you?

He offered some conversation about the party life, but it fell flat as the countdown began

You had noticed him from afar and wanted to get to know him better, but never had the courage

Champagne and a free-for-all atmosphere gave you that courage

As the clock struck, you leaned forward and kissed him lightly, barely a peck on the lips

His eyes stayed open, stunned, and he asked you why you did that

You told the truth: you wanted to see who Kyoya was, not Ootori

Cheers broke out and Kyoya gave you a warm smile, this time leaning in and sharing a good, proper, eyes-closed kiss

Haruhi

Haruhi did not want to be at this party

She only came to chaperone her friends, who were doing who knows what with who knows whom

The only reason she stayed was because of the fancy tuna appetizers

She spent most of the party watching the shenanigans on TV and eating her snacks

She didn’t even notice when it was 30 seconds to midnight

She got up to throw away her trash when you, the only person you could see without a date, spotted her

She looked so cute in her pink sweater dress with her hair clipped back

You quickly grabbed the closest piece of fish you could find and ran to her, offering it out

“Fish for a kiss?”

She was too shocked to respond, but having known you long enough to know your intentions, she nodded and puckered her lips

“Happy New Year!”

You gave her a little peck and handed off the tuna to her glutton-filled hands

HIKARU

Hikaru had been the life of the New Years Eve party

Danced and drank the night away

He was a mess, but still coherent enough to know when it was nearing midnight

His heart had searched for you the entire night, and when he found you he couldn’t help himself

The drinks had given him new confidence

His face shone, and his eyes were so bright you thought they were crystals

He looked so handsome in his red suit and gold chains that you were just as eager when he came to you

“(Y/N), I know we’ve been friends with benefits for a while, but I want that to change. I love you. I want to be with you. Now and forever.”

You jumped on him and kissed him as the clock struck midnight

He immediately added tongue, and as his hands roamed your body, you knew that this kiss was so much more than any kiss you had ever shared with him before

You wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your tongue with his, not knowing where you ended and where he started

The two of you kissed until someone yelled at you to get a room

And you didn’t come out until well into the next afternoon--it was indeed a good start to the new year

KAORU

Kaoru had lost Hikaru in the crowd some time ago, but that was fine by him--he was looking for you instead

And when he found you, he just about fainted

You looked so beautiful, and you were even wearing a piece he had made for you

You two had been friends throughout college, but there was something about seeing you in that outfit, that he had made just for you, drinking and laughing and smiling, that made him feel the warm headiness of love

He waited until you left your friends to come up to you

He took your hand in his and brushed against your nose, letting the words come from his heart

“I wanna ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead.”

You answered him with the sweetest kiss as the crowd screamed

MORI

Takashi was NOT excited to go to this party

It wasn’t bad once he got there and saw some classmates, but Mitsukuni quickly ran off and after an hour of stalking the sweets table, Takashi went off to investigate

He had barely had a drink or crumb of food, so when he saw you, his appetite was whet

He had had a crush on you for a little while, but you were so popular and loud and extroverted that he didn’t think you would be compatible together

But tonight was new years, he was ticked off, and it was the night for taking chances

You watched as his eyes washed over you, taking in how good you looked

It momentarily made him forget about the search for his cousin

You extended a hand and crooked a finger towards him, inviting him closer

The heat of the crowd and pulse of the music worked their magic

Once he approached you, you smiled and wound your arms around his neck

“Do you have a new years kiss?”

“No”

“Then I’ll fill the spot”

You had wanted him for a while, but with his tall frame and strict, angry face, you never thought he was interested. But the way he clung to your waist and the avid glances his eyes took from yours to your lips convinced you otherwise

As the clock counted down, he bent his head and kissed you like his life depended on it

His quiet exterior was deceitful--that man kissed the hell out of you

He held you tightly against his body, working his mouth against his frustrations and in with his feelings about you

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secret-engima · 3 years

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Tagged by @ladykittenfair! Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

1,303,694 (whoo boy)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Including crossovers:

FFXV

Fairy Tail

Transformers

Halo (video game)

Horizon Zero Dawn

Naruto

RWBY

Vinland Saga (anime)

My Hero Academia

Genshin Impact

Pokemon (that one is not on my AO3 but was on FF)

KHR (again, not on my AO3 but on FF)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Nox

Deleantur (Erased But Not Forgotten)

Blood of My Blood (That Was Shed on the Throne)

Reunion of Hand, Shield, and King

Everything Ends (Then Begins Again)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to anyway ^^;. A lot of times, if there’s a massive influx of them on a popular fic I get overwhelmed and forget to respond to them, or if there are really short ones, I’m not sure what to say. I’m always afraid I can only say “thank you!” or “glad you enjoyed!” before it sounds rote and insincere even though I mean it ever single time.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Off the top of my head? Easily Sanctioned Solitude, my Halo Reach fanfic from forever ago. I binge wrote it after finishing the game the first time and since it’s canon compliant (in what happens to the MC anyway), I’d say that’s my angstiest. Runners up are probably... the Sun Dies (Night Rise) verse in general and Blood of My Blood verse? Even if those have happy endings? Idk, I have a lot of fics that are heavy on angst, but I usually try to have hopeful/happy endings? Or at least bittersweet ones.

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

Sure! I like doing crossovers, they’re really fun, that and universe fusions where it’s more “two settings are actually in the same world and always have been” than a more straight laced “two separate fandoms meet” crossover.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A few times. I’ve been blessed with nice reviewers for the most part, but I’ve gotten a little bullying, and I’ve also had someone accuse me of supporting the use of child soldiers because of something that showed up in a fic of mine, which came out of nowhere for me because- what? That’s like saying mystery writers support murder because it’s a central part of their plot. But whatever.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. I’ve written romantic pairings and I think one or two makeouts? But never out and out smut. Have no interest in ever doing so either.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, but there’s always a chance I suppose, since I have so many and people can be cruel like that.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Never officially. I’ve done a lot of back and forth with buddies on discord about ideas, but ultimately only one of us is the one who sits down and writes it out, so I don’t think that counts.

12. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I’m supposed to pick????? Idk, it depends on my mood and the fandom. I have a few OTPs for a fandom usually, and other times I’m flexible with who I ship. Luna/Noct is a pretty solid ship for me in FFXV, but I’ve also indulged in Luna/Nyx, so I don’t know if I can call either my OTP. Fairy Tail my OTP is absolutely Jellal/Erza, though there are several other ships that I suppose count, because I would literally never ship either member in the pair with anyone else.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

...Depends on if you count by posted or just in general??? First fic I ever posted was for Pokemon.

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Okay that’s. Complicated. My favorite fic I’ve ever written is one I’ve never posted, but it’s my favorite because it’s what really got me into writing and into enjoying making stories. But if we count posted fics, then my top five are probably...

1. My FFXV triad of Nox, Deleantur, and Everything Ends. I count them in a bundle, because originally it was just Everything Ends, but then as I expanded that one’s headcanons, Deleantur and Nox were formed and split off from it at roughly the same time, so they all very much have similar themes and a similar “core” for where their angst comes from.

2. A Melody of Second Chances. ngl this fic will likely never be finished, but not from lack of trying. But you don’t spend 6+ years writing a fic if you don’t love it enough to cry over it in frustration. So.

3. Blood of My Blood verse. I had the basic concept for this almost as soon as I finished the game, but at the time I thought posting something so off the wall would get me flamed. Took a lot of nerve to post it after I did finally write it, and the reception of it always makes my week.

4. Amongst Untrodden Ways. There are other fics I’m currently writing that I’m more enthusiastic about atm, but I learned a lot writing this fic. I did with AMOSC as well, but with the Fairy Tail fandom, I felt more comfortable in expanding on my own world building instead of mix-matching fanon and canon I’d seen before. That and Wren is such a fun and unique character for me, since she is mute and has to find alternate ways of speaking. That, and I get to focus on the Raijinshu, who are some of my favorite side characters (not counting Jellal of course). How can I not add it to my top 5?

5. Worlds Unseen (Calling You and Me). This fic *still* does not get the attention I want it to, even though I understand why. It’s such a weird crossover, but I’m so proud of how I mix up the chapters and try to align the story beats.

I have no idea how many people I’m supposed to tag, but uhhhh @sparklecryptid @wolfsrainrules @a-world-in-grey have at it if you want!

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aelaer · 3 years

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First: welcome home & I hope you get the sleep you need to get back into your routines! Second: it's Feb. 2, a significant day to our beloved Stephen Strange. I know you're exhausted right now, and the timing is poor--but perhaps when you're up to, you could write a little one-shot about his feelings all these years later (is it 2022 or 2023?) on the anniversary of the accident that changed his life forever. Can't think of anyone better suited to write it! xx

This was sent a year ago but last month I planned to have it out for Feb 2nd, hah.

For canon, he comes back in 2023 in what I think was likely after Feb 2nd, so realistically he can address the anniversary again in 2024. It'd feel like only 3 years for him while, in actuality, it'd been 8. But when it comes to his experienced time versus actual passing time, Stephen's pretty messed up without the Decimation already (I'm not sure how I feel about the name of the "Blip" yet.)

The prompter also requested first person after I asked for more details, and I haven't ever written Stephen in first person so I thought I'd give it a go. I know first person isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you're willing to give it a shot, call me very obliged.

Warning for canon compliance :P

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Staring Back In Time Rating: G (well, other than language)

An entry from the memoirs of Doctor Stephen Strange, Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, during his time as the Master of the New York Sanctum, several months after the Battle of Earth against Thanos:

February 2, 2024

Calendars don't mean as much as they used to. Once upon a time my life was ruled by the calendar. Consultation here, surgery there, society dinner over the weekend. Dates were important and generally set without change once marked down.

It doesn't work that way as a sorcerer. I keep a schedule, of course, one that marks down classes with apprentices and adepts and meetings with other Masters, never mind all the business outside of Kamar-Taj. But I learned early on that these set times shifted occasionally to accommodate the emergencies that the order often had to quash down, and it became obvious that as a Master, my schedule was more of a hopeful guideline than anything set in stone. Flexibility was a necessity.

Ever since my return to the living, keeping anything resembling a set schedule has been more of a laughable dream. Earth being the center of two universe-changing, Infinity Stone-powered events in a matter of hours did serious damage to the fabric woven about reality across the planet, and the Masters of the Mystic Arts are going to be dealing with the multidimensional repercussions for years to come. Nothing is predictable in my day-to-day anymore.

My relationship with time was fucked the moment I confronted Dormammu, so I can't say it's a large surprise that calendars have become mostly irrelevant.

If someone had told me that I, Doctor Stephen Strange, a man of order and precision, would learn to live with such unpredictability, I would have laughed in their face. But I'm not the man I once was (and thank God for that; that man was a dick). However, it's also because of this change that I didn't realize the day until it was nearly done.

I was reviewing my schedule for tomorrow, which I had set up on Google Calendar (Google had, naturally, survived the Decimation just fine, but like most other non-vital services, had many of their upcoming products delayed for years. But their email and calendar services continue to work great). Tomorrow's a Saturday, which means nothing in my world. My work continues on. The threats on our reality care little for weekends or holidays.

Still, it was only during this review, shortly before I planned to retire for the night, that I realized that today is February 2nd.

I won't ever forget the day, of course. It was both three years ago and eight years ago—or perhaps many lifetimes ago would be a more accurate description, though I lost track of time in both of my major journeys with the Time Stone. One day I'll write about them. Not now, but one day. Both memories are still too fresh.

The memory of the day of the accident, though? It feels both like yesterday and centuries ago. Some parts of the day are engraved in my memory like a film. I remember the last surgery down to the individual conversations. Christine's "thank you". Nick's watch. The cling of the bullet as I dropped it onto the tray.

I can remember my last conversation with Billy, too, in the car. Every damned word. But the drive itself is fuzzy, even in my head with my memory. I remember it began to rain during the drive, not beforehand, and I know the road was narrow and two-laned. I know I avoided a direct route to avoid traffic, driving first into Jersey before heading north and crossing the river again. But the rest is forgotten to time, or perhaps to trauma.

I was told that Billy was the first to call 9-1-1 as he heard the tearing of metal and shattering of glass before the connection was lost. The driver I hit—I learned much later that she escaped with only minor injuries—called a couple minutes later. But it was out in the mountains, dark, and raining. It took them hours to find me and extract me from the car.

Funny. Never thought I'd ever write about one of the worst days of my life like this. But I was told early on that personal journals were encouraged for all who stay in Kamar-Taj. Something about its therapeutic benefits was mentioned at some point. I only picked up the practice once I learned that each gifted journal was inaccessible to others until the time of their death, and after I mastered the art of enchanting a pen to write the words I spoke. Unfortunately this journal appeared to others after the Decimation, but Wong has reassured me that no one read it and it has since disappeared again from public view.

Still, the point is that, one day, someone just might read this—account of a man who was part of an effort to save the universe. And it is difficult for a reader to judge my actions if they don't know how I was the one who ruined my life. My driving was reckless and stupid. I was running a little late, but it wouldn't have mattered in the long run had I been fifteen, twenty minutes, thirty minutes late. Not really.

Then again, I suppose it would have. I certainly wouldn't be here right now.

One could say that the accident and everything that has followed is some sort of penance for my hubris as a surgeon. I enjoy my newer abilities—quite a bit—but the responsibility that has come with them has not come without its own hardships and sacrifices. Perhaps the worst of the sacrifices were the ones I was unable to prevent others from performing, all for the sake of the universe.

Those sacrifices were made willingly, but I cannot help but feel responsible for them, regardless.

During my first winter again returned to the living, when the days grew colder and my hands ached in the bad weather, and the only thoughts to accompany the pain were bitter, another thought was born. I was tempted, for the first time in a long time, to give it all up, restore my fine motor skills with channeled magic, and go back to the world I once knew, for a life much, much easier than this one is now. Even with all the troubles that had cropped up as people tried to reorganize a world that doubled in size overnight, it was miles away from the difficulties we were facing in Kamar-Taj.

Their sacrifices—the fates I pushed so many people towards—quelled the idea quickly. It did little to ease the physical pain or sting of guilt, but it lifted the temptation. And ever since that day, I have considered the situation and I don't think I will ever be tempted by the idea of giving up my duties for an easier, pain-free life again.

And I suppose that counts for something.

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(Hey look, my interest in geography's leaked again.)

I've always wondered where Stephen actually crashed mostly because New York City is *flat* and those mountains were *very much not flat*. I figured out the bridge that he crossed to get out of the city (there are like, 21 bridges that lead out of Manhattan) was the George Washington Bridge, and it leads to New Jersey—but that's not necessarily useful because it can quickly turn back into New York state if you turn north. We also know he crashed down into a body of water, which *might* be the Hudson, but also might not, but that the body of water is to his left, which narrows it down a bit. But again, not much. And the site of his crash is so dark in the videos and screenshots that I can barely tell what's on it. It looks like a bridge and some industrial building, so the Hudson's a good guess, but otherwise? Well, basically I turned on the topography part of Google maps and started searching.

The 202 on the east side of the river just north of Peekskill (again in New York) matches the movie road's windiness, height, and closeness to the river, and even has a bridge that could be just to the north of the crash site. Unfortunately the railing's off and there's no industrial building thingy by the bridge. It also makes the route out of the city via George Washington Bridge make no sense. Like the Stark Industries area in LA in the films, it's probably a completely fictional landscape.

But as I wasn't able to find a better locale that was still close enough to NYC to direct an emergency helicopter to, my headcanon for this scene is that he left via George Washington bridge to avoid some major traffic or something, crossed the river via the 287 a bit further up north to get back to the east side of the river, then went up the 9 to the 202. Unless someone who lives in the area can find the actual road he was driving (if it's real), this is what I'm gonna go with. (And if someone DOES please let me knowwwww). Funny enough, I don't see him getting led to *his* hospital totally unrealistic, because he'd need a very talented orthopedic surgeon with a specialty in hands to come in, and generally speaking a patient can be helicoptered to another hospital where such a surgeon is available. If Stephen is working at the Metro-General, it's likely they can afford a large cast of talented surgeons. So I don't think Nick was necessarily the lead surgeon in his case, just one of many necessary surgeons.

#sobeautifullyobsessed #stephen strange #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange #mcu fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #gen fic #ask #answered #prompt fill

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bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years

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Writing Prompts

here is a shit ton of writing prompts(none of which I own). anyone is open to pick any prompts for a headcanon, one shot, or short story. I write for the animes mha, haikyuu, kakegurui and banana fish yeeet

i still dont have a masterlist smh

In a world where you can’t physically hurt your soulmate, you become a serial killer in order to find them

You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting

Your father is forcing you to marry someone you have never met. The night before your wedding you tie your sheets together and make your escape through the window. Half way down you make eye contact with someone doing the exact same thing a few windows over

You lost your sight - along with everyone else on earth - in the great blinding. Two years late without warning, your sight returns, as you look around, you realize that every available wall, floor, and surface has been painted with the same message - don't tell them you can see

You just moved to a new neighborhood and you hear the music of an ice cream truck coming down the street. As you and your family walk outside you notice all your neighbors rushing inside and locking their doors and windows

You are starting to get really sick of your cat always knocking stuff out of your hand. Little do you know your spouse is constantly trying to kill you with traps and poison and the cat is saving your life.

Start your story with a sentence that is genuinely happy and upbeat, no double meanings. End it with the same sentence but this time it’s chiling, dark, horrifying etc.

“I don’t sleep. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." “You’re afraid of your dreams?” “Yes,” he said quietly.

When people are born, they are assigned a soulmate. They have an original song in their head that only them and their soulmate know. A person just broke into your house and you’re pretty sure they’re here to murder you. They’re humming your song under their breath

The scarecrow and tinman realise that dorothy has a heart and brain

Out of all possible familiars you are “graced” with a human. While legend says that they are beings of great power, yours just makes sarcastic comments and pranks people

At a party, a round of truth or dare starts, and you’re dared by someone to “go home.” Not one to back down, you comply and leave, though you’re pretty bummed. That is, until the next day you find out everyone at that party died mysteriously. Everyone except the person who dared you to go home.

Long ago the legendary sword excalibur was melted down and lost to history. The mythical blade’s steel ended up in your butter knife, with all its properties intact.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature

It’s 3 am and an official phone alert wakes you up. It says “do not look at the moon.” You have hundreds of random numbers sending “It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside.”

He pulled against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn’t give. “Don’t bother,” a voice said. He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same rope. Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists. “I already tried”

There is a beautiful statue of a person in the middle of a large city, and the rumor surrounding the statue is that when they touch hands with their soulmate, they will become human. Naturally, it becomes a perfect photo and video opportunity to pose while holding its hand. One cute selfie attempt results in an empty statue podium and you just barely catching a very confused person in your arms.

One night you awake to find yourself in a mysterious forest for what seems like an eternity, you reach an ancient oak at the heart. Upon its bark are carvings of the name of an old forgotten god. The name that's inscribed is yours.

“Don’t ever try to get inside my head,” he snarled, slamming me against the wall. For several beats we stayed there, his grip crushing my wrists. Finally his eyes softened. “It’s too dark for you.”

“What are you doing here??” You push him away. “It’s against the rules!” “Well shit. Rules are meant to be broken, now can I get the kiss I came here for?”

“Who are we to each other?” “You tell me.”

Broken glasses. A crying kiss. Running Water

Barbed wire. A scrap of blue fabric. Howling Winds

A storm. The old oak tree. A scar.

The world goes through 2000 year natural cycles of magic and non-magic. The non-magic cycle is about to end any day now.

A villain kidnaps the hero’s sidekick, only to realize the hero has been badly mistreated by them. And decided to take the sidekick under their wing

Create 10 lovable characters. Kill 9 of them

She wiped the blood from her cheek and picked up her sword. His eyes followed her blade as she pressed it against his neck. “Don’t. Move.”

“Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive.”

“There’s only one reason to be singing that song at night”

Legend said her gun was alive. It never missed. It knew your name. And what you’d done. And how afraid you were to die.

“It’s okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her as she shook with terror. “It’s over now.” “No it’s not,” she whispered back. “It hasn’t even begun.”

“Cookies? You’re bribing me with cookies? I mean, they’re good, but not that good.” “No, we’re bribing you with the antidote. You have three days until the poison kills you. Think about it.”

Be a veterinarian for dragons, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Since you're looking I'll put on a show

shopping with your sugar daddy

"Don't say a word, just dance with me."

"The shadows betray you because they serve me."

"Damn right I'm pretty." "I said petty."

"Please don't tell me you're bringing her!" "She's harmless." "She shot you twice!" "It was an honest mistake."

"Dance with me and pretend the world doesnt exist," he pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

"How dare you! I trusted you!" "Sweet, naive little girl. Trust is for children. You my dear, are a soldier."

Dirt and leaves tangled in your hair as he pushed you to the ground. He pressed his hand over your mouth and whispered, "Hush or they'll hear you."

When she pulled into the driveway she noticed the door was ajar. She wasn't scared until she saw blood on the handle.

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yee feel free to request any prompt/characters k bye

#writing prompts #mha #bnha #hq #haikyuu #requests #im tired #my back hurts #k bye

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[ MADELAINE PETSCH, SHE/HER, CISFEMALE ] — [ HOLLY SHARP ] is a child of [ HERMES ] with the power of [ INVISIBILITY AND ENHANCED SPEED ] . they were born in [ 1996 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2019 ] . with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ] the [ HERO ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ TRAINING and GOING FOR A RUN ] . if you’d like to meet them try the [ SUN ] building . — [ INVISIBILITY AND ENHANCED SPEED ]: from the powers page! INVISIBILITY: the power to render oneself unseen to the naked eye. (takes extreme concentration and effort from the user, cannot be used for extended periods of time over an hour) ENHANCED SPEED: the power to travel at extraordinary physical speed, similar to an olympic athlete. (exhausts the user quickly, they will need excessive nutrients and rest to keep this up)

there will be no google doc i have accepted this

holly is born from her mother’s one night stand with a god, but spends her whole life with a mortal as her father, as her mother gets married when holly is only two years old, and he adopts her. aaron and angela sharp are, as far as she’s concerned, both her biological parents.

her father has spent years believing that he’s unable to have children, so he and his wife never really try for children, which means holly grows up all the way until age thirteen as an only child of two incredibly wealthy people. she’s spoiled, she knows it, and she’s unashamed.

however, suddenly her mother falls pregnant, and for the first time in her life, holly isn’t the center of attention.

in fact, her parents sort of forget about her in the excitement of a new child, their first child together, as if suddenly holly not being her father’s biologically matters when it hadn’t for the last thirteen years.

at first she enjoys her newfound freedom. she hangs out with her friends, spends tons of money, overall enjoys being able to do whatever she wants during the pregnancy.

but once her little brother, steven, is born, the excitement wears off. suddenly her mother is too tired to go to the tennis club with her, her father is too busy to drive her to her horseback riding lessons. holly becomes a second thought, and she doesn’t know what to do with that.

after two years of forgotten dance recitals and having a driver instead of her mother pick her up from cheerleading, holly starts to resent her brother strongly.

it comes from a spiteful thought, in a moment of frustration, that if her parents want to ignore her so badly, she may as well be invisible.

her powers surging out of her without her knowing they exist is what allows her to go invisible for a solid week. she watches, from the very bedroom where her mother cries for her daughter to come home, her father talks to police at the kitchen table where holly herself sits invisible. it’s spiteful, and she doesn’t care.

when holly finally grows tired and blinks back into visibility in front of them, her parents are traumatized and furious.

they don’t give her a chance to explain, instead sending her off to her grandparents to finish out public school and start university, and holly hates them for the first time in her life.

even as the existence of gods and their children become public knowledge, holly doesn’t particularly want to pursue that route. she continues pursuing the passions that her wealth (her grandparents are also incredibly rich) allow her to indulge in, but also starts learning how to fight. she studies several types, kickboxing, karate, etc.

her parents go radio silent, and holly pretends it doesn’t hurt.

once she finishes up her bachelor’s degree in business, holly decides maybe it’s time to embrace the powers that she used to hurt her parents, and heads off to nemean lion to become a hero, since she spends so much time feeling like a villain.

personality:

indulgent

cultured

stubborn

persuasive

inconsiderate

spiteful

social

headcanons:

her powers take a lot of energy, so she eats like 439587345 calories a day. literally always eating.

bisexual

is “how much could a banana cost” level of rich

has mastered the puppy dog pout and WILL sell you on ideas

has done like, every activity at least once, hasn’t necessarily mastered many of them

has a horse at a nearby stable named odyssey

is a very good singer!!

allergic to strawberries

potential connections:

disclaimer: i am not interested in plotting with or interacting with members who are under the age of eighteen. sorry <3 anyone wishing to do anything romantic with holly should be over the age of twenty. just a personal boundary of mine, thank you for understanding.

ride or die bestie

toxic exes continuing to sleep together even though it makes them both feel awful

childhood friend?? open to having holly be from anywhere really

someone she has the worst instagram crush on, like stalks them all the way back, accidentally liked a post from four years ago, blushes every time she sees them

some sort of enemy?? she’s annoying someone please tell her

someone she’s spent several summers with and they kind of always will they/won’t they

i’m open to so many things let’s chat!

#ok i'm done no more chars :)#nlintro #intro: holly

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Please give a warm welcome to my Danganronpa OC’s!

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Name: Gina Sasaki

Age: 16-17

Birthday: December 2nd

Height: 5′6

Weight: 121 lbs

Talent: Ultimate (Super High School Level) Philanthropist/Humanitarian

Friends: Hajime, Chiaki, Mikan, Ibuki, Sonia, and Kazuichi

S/O: Nagito

Appearance: Gina has long brown hair that is faded somewhat pink at the ends, and blue eyes. Her hair is curled at the ends and she has side bangs that are clipped back by a pink carnation barrette. She usually wears a short Prussian blue shirtdress with a black sparkly tie underneath a black denim jacket with gold buttons, black sheer tights, and white heeled boots that reaches her mid-calf. After her and Nagito start to date, she is seen wearing a lot of jewelry he has gifted her, as well as swapping her jacket for his to wear :)

Personality: Just like what Nagito says and in her talent name, Gina is the literal embodiment of hope! She carries a cheerful and mature attitude wherever she goes, brightening the room she was just in and the corridor she was walking through. She is described as an older sister figure, both for her caring nature and compassionate heart. She was called “Onee-san” by some kids in Hope Peak’s elementary and the orphanages she worked at. She is very experienced with kids, due to her working often as local orphanages, daycares, and schools. She adores children and seeking a good future for others. Because of her desire to spread hope to despairing parts of the world, she is seen as an optimist most the time and has high expectations for what the future will hold with her help. Sonia even describes her as having “a very bright attitude and heart of gold” and Nagito calls her “His angel of hope”. She’s confident in her skills, seeing the impact she has had on others. However, because of her claimed ‘big sister’ figure, she also has quite a reputation for being a bit nosy, meddlesome, and being too immersed in her work, she will forget to take care of herself. She is also extremely helpful, even if the person in need is a total stranger

Strengths: Helpful, supportive, caring, compassionate, patient, mature, relaxed, optimistic, cheerful, and confident

Weaknesses: Meddlesome, a picky eater (some even call her a ‘churro snob’) can forget to take care of herself, a bit navie, her expectations can be a bit too high, and her happy-go-lucky attitude can be inappropriate at times

Hobbies and Interests: Working at charities, promoting fundraisers, donating money and time, volunteering, playing soccer, baking (churros are her favorite), and reading

Family: Haruka Sasaki (Mother) and Daisuke Sasaki (Half older brother). Her father is unknown

Backstory: Before Gina was born, her mother was a Japanese tourist that loved to travel around the world. One day, she visited Spain where she met a handsome and charming man. It was on Haruka’s last night visiting Barcelona where they hooked up and performed unsafe sex. Haruka left Spain the next day, unaware that hookup had gotten her pregnant. Even after Haruka learned she was pregnant and put the puzzle pieces together that it was from her hookup back in Spain, she didn’t care. She loved her future daughter and would give her the best life she would. And, if you haven’t figured it out, yes: That was also how Gina’s older half brother came into the picture--Daisuke was also the result of a hookup Haruka had years ago. As a result, Daisuke was half American and Gina was half Spanish. Daisuke was around five years old when his sister was born

Gina was raised in a typical household, minus a dad. But that didn’t bother her, since she had her mother (The former SHSL Pediatrician) and her older brother who was kinda like a father figure (The former SHSL Veterinarian). Since bother her mother and older brother were alumni of Hope Peak’s academy, everyone expected Gina to carry the family tradition and enroll in the institute too. Which is exactly what she did, applying with the title “Ultimate Philanthropist”! Gina was already involved in many charities and organizations prior to applying, so she had several references to back up her almost inhumane amounts of creditable sources

Her love for bettering the lives of the less fortunate started when she was around five years old, when she made a visit to the veterinarian office her brother was volunteering at. The patients and Daisuke himself was impressed with her comforting skills, managing to put the animals at ease with just a few reassuring words and head pats. Gina also displayed an identical charm towards the little kids at her mother’s doctor’s office, where she made the once scared toddlers and babies feel at ease and comfortable. She tells Hajime in her free-time events that taking care of others and comforting them came naturally to her. She also informs him that she doesn’t understand how heartless people could be, hearing the stories that landed kids into orphanages/foster care. It was then her family noticed her talent emerging and shining through her--she was born to be a humanitarian! Because of her gift, her mother decided to put it to use and take it one step further: Her, Daisuke, and Gina started to sign her up for as many charities and fundraisers they could find. Overtime, with hard-work and dedication, Gina became a well-known philanthropist, earning a slight fame reputation for her awing actions. She was accepted into the academy, due to these references, where she met her friends, and of course, her beloved Nagito

Cool headcanons!

-She considers Sonia her best friend and is usually the one teaching her Japanese customs and idioms so she could learn more figurative saying and metaphors

-She once hosted a charity event featuring Hiyoko’s dancing. Because of this, Hiyoko doesn’t really pick on her that much but still drops a subtle “Priss” or “Goody-goody”. Though, it’s clear her insults aren’t as hurtful as the one she uses with others

-She once pulled a prank on Hajime with Nagito and bedazzled his tie when he was taking a nap. When Hajime woke up, he freaked out while Gina and Nagito laughed and high fived each other. When Hajime noticed them he scolded them, but Nagito blushed and said “I’m so sorry, Hajime. But Gina asked me to help her. And you know I’d do anything for my hope”

-For a fundraiser idea, Gina once suggested a car wash and enlisted Kazuichi to help her. She asked him with every washing she does, he would fix up the car mileage to make it run even faster and smoother as a little ‘surprise’. Ever since that day, they’ve been great friends

-Chiaki keeps urging Gina to have a gaming fundraiser, which has been on Gina’s mind for quite a while

-She has a collection of different flower shaped hair clips and keeps them in a heart shaped box

-She dry cleans her ties and even used her own glitter gun to make her black tie sparkly (and prank Hajime)

-She helps Mikan restock the infirmary with medications and even aids her when treating her patients, due to her medical knowledge from her mother and big brother

-Even though she never met her father before, she still immerses herself in Spanish culture so on the faithful day she will met him, they can easily bond

-Sonia taught her Spanish when Gina told her about her plan to meet her father one day

-Churros are Gina’s favorite food! She learned how to bake them at a young age while studying Spanish culture and even makes chocolate/caramel syrup to go along with them

-She plays soccer in her free time so she has an excuse to eat more churros

-She loves to read comic books too and has a whole collection of them underneath her bed. If you were to look at the pages of some of them, there’s grease/chocolate smudges from when she was snacking on churros while reading them

And.........

Name: Yukari Nakamura

Age: 16-17

Birthday: January 12th

Height: 5′4

Weight: 119 lbs

Talent: Ultimate Chess Master

Friends: Shuichi, Kaede, Miu, Angie, Tenko, and Rantaro

S/O: Kokichi

Appearance: Yukari has long, straight platinum blond hair topped off with a black ribbon headband and red eyes. She usually wears a black button up blouse with short puff sleeves, a short white pleated skirt, and black ankle boots. She also wears a black choker, black short gloves, and silver chess earrings (one being the king pawn and the other being the queen)

Personality: At first glance, Yukari comes off as arrogant, loud, and rowdy. As the Ultimate Chess Master, many people would expect her to be refined, sophisticated, and formal. Unlike the high expectations everyone had for her, Yukari doesn’t care about what others think of her, and only cares takes in her own opinions and (very much after they start to date) Kokichi’s. Yukari refers to herself as “The awesome me” or “Ore-Sama”, even having what Kaito calls an “out of this world ego”. Maki even rolls her eyes every time Yukari praises herself and mutters “She gets too excited about everything” and “90% of what she says is just feeding her ego”. While Yukari may seem unruly, noisy, and prideful at first, she also as a whimsical and playful side to her. She takes great pleasure in doing goofy, and slightly childish things, other than chess, whether it would be pulling pranks with Kokichi, playing video games, watching cartoons, or playing laser tag. She even states that chess is the only ‘mature’ thing about her and she absolutely hates it. Not the game, but the association it has with being ‘elegant and civilized”. She believes that she should be able to like whatever ‘the awesome me’ wants without people judging her solely on that hobby. Like Kokichi, she also states that when people grow up, they shouldn’t lose their childish side, which is very well seen with her. Even though Yukari is brash, fanciful, mischievous, beneath that cocky exterior lies a diligent, hard-working girl that cares deeply about her loved ones. You can even say she’s the “Kirigiri/Nanami” of the trials

Strengths: Intelligent, tenacious, crafty, clever, quirky, confident, energetic, surprisingly caring, and cheerful

Weaknesses: Arrogant, conceited, can come off as rude at points, unrestrained, chaotic, devious, her ‘cheerfulness’ can be inappropriate at times

Hobbies and Interests: Playing chess, planing pranks, laser tag, watching anime, reading manga, playing board/video games, eating/stashing candy, just vibing and having a good time

Family: Natasha Ivanov (Mother) and Karma Nakamura

Backstory: Like Gina, Yukari is mixed race. Her father’s side is Japanese, but her mother is from Russian decent. She was raised in a decent, upper-class family. Her mother worked as a business woman that started her company back in Moscow, Russia. However, she met Karma on a business trip to Tokyo and fell in love with him. She decided, in order to continue her job and be with her love, she would set up a Japanese branch of her company and make do with several business trips back to Russia and her new home in Tokyo. Because of this, Yukari never spent much time with her mother, since Natasha was almost always out on business trips. This left Yukari with her father, who was very strict with her. He punished Yukari severely for the littlest things, watched her like a hawk to the brink of not giving her any privacy, and made helicopter parents look laid-back in comparison to his overbearing nature. He expected Yukari to take over her mother’s business, and because she was the heiress he wanted a 'perfect daughter’--no mistakes, no flaws, no slip-ups, no exceptions!

Yukari was homeschooled for most of her life, tutors coming in one by one to educate Yukari. She tells Shuichi during her free-time events that she once heard her father giving her tutor permission to physically abuse her if she got below a 98% on her home tests. She also explains that chess was the one game she was allowed to play, since her father deemed it ‘sophisticated enough’. She explains during rare times when her mother was back in Tokyo, they would enjoy a friendly game of chess over tea. Yukari even stated that she enjoyed the game, especially playing it with her mother. However, if Yukari lost a game to her father, he would yell and lecture her, making her reread the entire rule book, cover to cover. She states that even though her father was cruel, he was kind of the reason why she was extremely good at chess

Yukari was isolated from other kids, not knowing that abuse wasn’t normal. She thought that all kids go through the kind of traumatic and harsh treatment she went through. Because of this, she hid her insecurities underneath her arrogant and egotistical persona. She was given the message “Showing weaknesses are bad” so she decided to project nothing but confidence--even if it meant going overboard like she mainly does. She also loves childish things due to her lack of childhood fun and games. She was raised to be a robot, basically. It wasn’t until she was accepted into the Ultimate academy for Gifted Juveniles where she made friends and she learned that they were allowed to watch cartoons, play video games, and sports. She was speechless. She secretly started to join her friends for all the festivities they invited her to learn and join in on, never telling her father. They even started to help her hide manga and movie DVD’s from him. The father she knew was downright abusive towards her. Yukari still secretly struggles with her own self-esteem, wanting to be perfect. She also keeps meeting up with her friends, learning what fun is and embracing a childish side, as well as a rebellious one she picked up. Even though she has to face her father at home, she now knows that he cannot take away who she really is deep down

Cool headcanons!

-Even though Kokichi LOVES to prank her, the pranks he pulls on her are pretty harmless because he will NEVER want to hurt his queen

-Oh, and yes, Kokichi calls Yukari “The Supreme Leader’s queen” as well as his ‘partner in crime’ when plotting pranks on the others with her

-Some nights, they’ll sneak into Shuichi’s house and scare him by blowing an airhorn next to his ear when he’s watching TV or reading a book

-Kokichi loves to buy Yukari chocolates shaped like chess pieces in a chess themed box

-Yukari always challenges Kiibo to a game of chess to see who would win, but every time they played together, they never finished. Either Kokichi or Miu interrupted

-Yukari is surprisingly a studyholic. She is in the same honor class as Tsumigi and strives for straight A’s

-She once challenged Maki to a game, just wanting to win to brag in her face. Though, Maki declined

-When Yukari offered a game a second time Maki asked her “Do you want to die?” which Yukari smiled and replied “No, but thanks of the offer” (if anyone gets that reference, I love you :))

-Yukari is fond of cute things, like kittens and rabbits. She use to have a Turkish Van as a pet, but it died shortly after Yukari got accepted into Hope Peaks

-She once got into a fight with Kokichi when he pulled a ‘cheating prank’ on her. Yukari sought comfort with Tenko and Angie, pouring her heart out towards her friends. When Kokichi came and tried to apologize, Tenko was ready to whoop his ass (Best girl=Tenko :))

-Kokichi bought them matching capes, hats, and even a scarf so everyone knows that she’s his and only his

-In the relationship, both of them seem to be the dominant. However, in bed, Yukari is DEF the top ;)

-People don’t usually mess with Yukari cause she’s loud and rowdy, so they’re usually just annoyed and rolls their eyes. However, if anyone ANYONE messes with her anyways, Kokichi will not hesitate to send DICE on their ass

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defeatedbyamerechild · 4 years

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Do you have an opinion on what kind of parents would the canonically childless villains be?

Ooooh yes!!! I have a few ideas! ^^

Archie: “Kid” Dad!

Archie would be that kind of dad that kids absolutely adore, but teenagers cringe at. He is the super friendly and funny dad who is always playing with the kids and making jokes and trying to be friends with their friends, which usually is very cool when the child is small but becomes a bit cringy later on. Archie is very childish in my headcanon, so he might face difficulties when watching his child grow up and become, well... more mature than him, most likely! XD He’d be a good dad, though. Very loving and understanding. Also, he’s pretty good at understanding people’s feelings, so after a few cringy moments with his kid, he’d understand what makes them embarrassed and what doesn’t, and he’d do his best to avoid it. At the same time he would be kinda cringy to his teenager, he would also be the first one to understand what the problem is as soon as something started bothering them. But he’s not the best dad at serious conversations, he’d rather leave those to Maxie, but give emotional support in every way he could.

Maxie: “Mom” Dad!

You know how there’s this “mother archetype” that the mom is more emotional, more responsible but also more soft. Gets angry a bit more easily, but also forgives more easily... Gets worried about their kids more often... You know the drill. We know not every mother is like that, of course, just like some dads are just like this. Maxie is one of them, My Maxie has many traits that might be described by old-fashioned people as “feminine” (not that it’s got anything to do with gender or biological sex, but you know how archetypes go). Also, Maxie loves cooking and does it very well, which also is present on the mother archetype. Maxie is overall more resposible than Archie, and a bit more strict, but not much. He is very understanding, but not that good at reading emotions, and sometimes lets his own fears and wrong impressions blur his understanding of how his child feels, making him over-think very often. He is also more desperate than Archie, because of his anxiety, so... He’ll be the first one to freak out once the teenager doesn’t show up before eleven like they said they would. Then it would be Archie who would assume the Responsible Role to calm him down and try to keep everything under control. Both would be good dads.

Cyrus: Righteous Dad!

Cyrus has had it rough as a child, and I definitely think he wouldn’t want to repeat his parents’ mistakes when raising his own kid. I feel like he would be rather strict, specially since he is very organized, literal and practical by nature, so he would have his rules and schedules that he would like his child to follow... But he would definitely be more understanding about them not following it than his parents were with him, and wouldn’t go for severe punishments, but for conversations instead. Also, I headcanon that the way children think is kinda fascinating to Cyrus, because he is such a literal person with such a practical mind... So I think his best quality as a dad would be that he LISTENS to children. Cyrus doesn’t see children as inferior or less complex, and he admires the way they interpret the world. He would listen and try to understand their logic. Explaining why something is a problem and coming up together with a solution would be his main strategy to deal with issues. If the problem persisted, he might resort to grounding, but grounding would always make sense, like “you didn’t clean your room, so you can’t go play now. You can go play after cleaning it, though.” instead of “You didn’t clean your room so you’re not getting that videogame you want” or another punishment that doesn’t have a logical connection between the problem and the consequence. However, Cyrus wouldn’t be the best with the emotional part, naturally. He has trouble expressing and reading feelings. That wouldn’t be a super huge problem because of how open for communication he would be, so his child could just go and say “you screwed up and I’m upset because of this” and he’d accept that argument and discuss it. Terrible at emotional advice, things might get complicated during teenagehood when emotional bursts showed up, because he’d go “I understand you are feeling like this because of hormones” and the teen would be like, crying his lungs off and yelling “SCREW HORMONES” and Cyrus would be like “what do I do”. Overall: one of the best dads for small kids, but would need help with teens.

Lysandre: Disaster Dad!

I just hope Lysandre never has a kid honestly.

I mean, seriously now. Lysandre in my comics would be a disaster, because he’s not... well... he is not psychologically and emotionally balanced. So I literally think he wouldn’t be able to raise a child, the kid would end up super spoiled and with zero boundaries regarding emotional expression. It would be that kid that thinks their feelings are more important than anyone elses, and every time they have a mild issue Lysandre would just go and say that “but my kid is right!” even if like... his kid had just punched another child out of the sudden. the kid would no know limits... At the same time, growing up with Lysandre would be confusing because on one second he is super happy and on the next one he’s crying, and the kid wouldn’t know what to expect from him... So yeah, teenagehood would get even harder than usual, they’d both spend half their lives crying and I honestly think there’s a huge chance the kid would run away from home eventually. Just a big nope. Horrible dad.

Outside of my comics, thinking about a more sane Lysandre... Hmm... I think he might be a decent dad. But I’m still pretty sure he would spoil the heck out of his kids. To be honest I don’t see Lysie being a father in my headcanons.

Guzma: Cool (disaster) Dad!

Guzma is the cool dad. The dad that acts very immature for his age, and that kids like, but teens LOVE. However, he’d be so irresponsible... I feel like Guzma would be that kind of dad who’s like “where the heck is that kid though?” like... his 5yo child just got out of their house and went away half an hour ago while he wasn’t looking and now he has no clue where the kid is. So yeah, that kid would grow up with a lot of friendly respect towards Guzma, but absolutely no sense of hierarchy. The kid would have lots of trouble in school and Guzma would barely care about that. He’d just go like “come on, kid, do your homework”, the kid wouldn’t do it and he’d be like “meh”. He would be more of a disaster with a small child, because the kid would definitely miss the sense of protection and guidance that having an adult around gives you at that age, and as I said, the kid might literally walk away and get lost... Also Guzma wouldn’t even cook for the kid, like... “dad I’m hungry” - “aw man, let’s see if we have some snacks”. If the kid survived his young years, then it would be better during teenagehood, I suppose. Guzma would give them lots of privacy, get along with their friends, be chill about their choices... But I can definitely see some emotional conflicts happening in the future because “you never even cared about me” or “I have always done everything on my own anyway!” or something similar, since the child might feel like Guzma did not give them the necessary amount of attention and protection when small. And man, if Guzma ever wanted that kid to do something, he would not be able to convince them at all. That kid would just straight up not obey him. Overall? Not the best dad, but might work with the right significant other to complement his flaws.

Rose: Confused Dad!

You know that dad who forgets what you told him yesterday? Who cannot remember your friends’ names? Who might literally pick the wrong stroller at the suppermarket and take the wrong baby home? That’s Rose. That aside, he is the standard dad, like... bad with cooking, tries his best with barbecues, but is not too great with it, wears tacky clothes, makes unfunny jokes, chills in the couch on sundays... Extreme dad energy, just a bit more chaotic because of his forgetful mind. He would be a good dad, I believe, but he would need someone to help him organize his thoughts. So like... “We’ll talk about this later” would easily become completely forgotten (like with Bede in my headcanon). Punishments are often confusing and disproportional (either too severe for what happened or too mild, because Rose does before he thinks), and he’d be the first one to forget about the grounding. So like “You didn’t clean your room? That’s it, you cannot go out with your friends for two months!”, but like... two days later his kid asks to go out and he’s like “Okay! come back before it gets dark!” because he already forgot. So he would need some other person like “Rose, two months just because of a room is too much...” and “Rose, you had grounded them, remember?” always helping him keep track of what’s going on. He would also be so easy to fool for a teen, like... “Don’t worry, he already forgot about that rule...” or “Relax, he won’t even notice his wallet is gone”. Still, for being a very nice guy to his kid all his life, I have a feeling that the child wouldn’t feel like fooling him so often, and would feel bad for disappointing him if they did. I feel like he would have many problems as a single dad, but would be OK with the right SO to help him. Still would be better than Guzma as a single dad, though. Kinda the same with kids or teens, an OK dad.

Piers: Overprotective Dad!

Piers would be the kind of dad that freaks out because their kid didn’t anwer their phone, but like... while their kid is in the front yeard, you know? Also the kind of dad that just wants to know what’s happening all the time, but at the same time doesn’t wanna be too annoying, like... He’d be like “I just... why didn’t they say anything when they arrived from school? Are they mad? Are they sick? Are they sad? Is someone hurting them? Why don’t they tell me? Do’t they trust me? Did I hurt them??” just because his kid didn’t say “hi” very loud today, but he would keep that to himself. He’d keep thinking about that, and talking about that to his friends, but not to the kid. He’d sometimes say something like “is there anything wrong?” but would try not to insist too much. If the kid ever did something wrong or if he found out they were hiding something, he would argue with them and show them that he’s disappointed, but as soon as they left to their room he would collapse like “I’m a horrible dad I’m a failure this is all my fault”. Not true, though, Piers is very responsible and loving, I’m pretty convinced he’d be an awesome dad, just a bit too overprotective. He would be constantly fighting between the urge to keep an eye on his child in order to protect them from any harm and the conscience that he needs to give their kid space and privacy. He’d probably be one of the best dads but think he’s the absolute worst. Still, Piers has some... issues with authority? So like, if his kid did something wrong and got in trouble, he’d be chill. He’d acknowledge the problem and talk to his kid... BUT if his kid got in trouble for what he sees as an unfair reason... Man, Piers would kill to defend them, so yeah. He might argue with the school, the teachers, the other kids, the other parents, cause trouble and so on... He’s the kind of dad that might go and punch bullies himself then get in trouble for that. And he would not teach his kid that “sometimes we have to accept injustice because of hierarchy”, so yeah. Depending on the child, that might become a problem. Still, I think he’d be a good dad.

Yeah, I think that’s about it. I always write more when it comes to Cyrus, because he’s my favorite, but in the end I think I wrote a decent amount about everyone! XD

I think they’d all be decent or good dads, except for Guzma (that would only be good with the right SO) and Lysandre (that would just not work no matter who his SO was).

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madam-whim · 4 years

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So I decided to try my hand at actually writing something that is not just a headcanon list and here it is! It’s based on @sweetrolls-and-draugr’s post about bards playing a tamrielic version of Jenny of Oldstones while Sheogorath dances through Cloud Ruler Temple. This is my first attempt at writing fanfic in English, which is not my first language, so there will probably be mistakes. Feel free to point them out so I can fix them! The Dragonborn in this one can be whoever you want them to be, but Sheogorath is based on my own HoK, Arri. Oh, and it also turns out I am utterly hopeless as a bard. You have been warned!

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Dances Among The Clouds

Winter in Bruma is always an uncomfortable affair. It’s too close to the Jeralls, too close to the bitter cold of Skyrim. The Nords don’t mind all that much – they are used to the harsh climate, but no one else ventures outside unless they have no other choice. This goes for Jovian as well, especially with the blizzard outside not showing any signs of letting up. There are worse fates than being trapped inside a tavern, though. He is a bard after all, even if he’s just playing for the owner’s child at the moment, keeping them distracted from the howling of the wind. Children are so easily scared, he knows, but this one, at least, seems to enjoy his songs.

“What’s this one about?”, they ask from their spot on one of the tables as soon as he starts playing again, brown eyes fixed on his hands. Jovian smiles. They’re good with melodies, and they ask about the song whenever it’s one they don’t recognize. “Well, it’s a sad one”, he replies. “I’m not sure you’ll even like it.” “But you’re going to sing it to me anyway! So tell me!”, they pout. He sighs fondly. “If you insist... I don’t know the whole story myself, you see, because this song is hundreds of years old.” The bard watches their eyes light up with interest. “Really?”, they ask. Jovian nods. “It’s sung in Bruma every year, near the end of Evening Star, because that’s when the lady who inspired it appears. She’s a ghost, I think, of a woman who lost her love. Do you know the ruined temple in the mountains above the city? You can see it on a clear day.” The child nods. “The one where the Blades used to live, right?” “Right”, Jovian says. “That’s where she’s appeared every year ever since the Oblivion Crisis ended.” “What’s an oblivion crisis?”, the child asks. They still seem interested, Jovian notes. That one’s definitely not a future innkeeper. “That’s a very long story, little one. It was a war between us mortals and a Daedric prince, and we won. Maybe I’ll tell you more when you’re a bit older. Anyway, my guess would be that this lady lost someone, and when she died as well, she became a ghost and began haunting the temple. There are several songs like that all over Cyrodiil, you know. The Imperial City has one too, and so does Kvatch.” “That’s a lot of ghosts”, the child says, frowning. “Will you sing that song to me now? Even if it’s sad. I want to hear about the lady.” Jovian smiles. “As you wish, little one.” He picks up his lute and starts playing again.

She dances among the clouds each year Her eyes the color of amber To a song that only she can hear When the closing of gates we remember

In robes of purple and gold she’s dressed Her pain they could not be masking Through day and night she’ll never rest As she pays no mind to time’s passing

And when you ask why she is dancing She’ll say she forgot how to weep And when you ask why she is mourning She’ll say her dearest was not hers to keep

The one that she loved, he haunts her still For every room holds a memory She cannot forget and never will Forevermore she remains lonely

And when you ask why she is dancing She’ll say she forgot how to weep And when you ask why she is mourning She’ll say her dearest was not hers to keep

Oh, if you ask why she is mourning She’ll say the dragon was not hers to keep

Many years later, trying to escape from the mind of a mad emperor, the Dragonborn remembers the song.

Sheogorath started rambling almost as soon as they got here, and then they made the mistake of interrupting him. But they can’t help it, when Sheogorath describes Martin Septim’s sacrifice, him turning into the avatar of Akatosh, as ‘hardly sporting’, so they blurt out “Hardly sporting? He saved Tamriel!” They know they’ve made a mistake right away, and they instantly back away, because Sheogorath is... angry, and changing, and something he wasn’t a moment ago. “Hardly sporting indeed”, he hisses, “Because he didn’t even give me a chance to stop him, and then he was gone and dead and he left me and I died too, but then again, I can’t really die and I wanted to -”

And as Sheogorath’s voice rises, the man fades away, and in his place is a woman in a dress of purple and gold, with red hair and eyes like amber, and she’s staring at the Dragonborn, looking like she wants to cry. But the Dragonborn knows with absolute certainty that she can’t, because she forgot how to cry, is no longer human enough to know how to do it, and they wonder if old Jovian is still alive, and if they’ll ever get to tell him that the ghost wasn’t a ghost at all.

Carefully, they take a step closer to the... Madgod? They’re no longer sure who Sheogorath really is. “I’m sorry”, they whisper, because they’re not sure what else to say. “Truly.” “I can’t even dance anymore”, Sheogorath mutters. “They ruined it. They took Cloud Ruler from me, and now the good memories are fading and I...” She trails off, the anger slowly draining from her, and as the anger fades, so does the woman, and within a few moments, the other Sheogorath returns. “Sorry about that one”, he says, as if nothing had happened. As if the Dragonborn hadn’t just found out what became of the Hero of Kvatch, who was presumed dead after vanishing from the Imperial City, and who is dying, yet cannot die. “She still gets out sometimes”, the Madgod continues. “One of the nastier side effects of someone else being you, I suppose. I wouldn’t speak to poor Sanguine for years because of her, too, can you believe it? Years! Now, where were we?”

The Dragonborn leaves the mind of Pelagius Septim III. with the Wabbajack in hand. They are certain they will never have reason to use it, but if they keep it next to the small shrine to Akatosh they have built in their home, well... nobody needs to know.

#oblivion #my writing #sheogorath #hok arri #martin septim #ldb #and a random bard i just made up because i felt like it #long post

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ckret2 · 4 years

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idk if someone actually finally sent this ask but i'mma do it since it seems people are dancing around it: if you're comfortable with it, may we have some radiosnake sexual headcanons (wherein alastor is not sexually repulsed or is demisexual/grey-ace ofc)?? love, a very happy demisexual who just finished a cold day in hell literally two minutes ago

You win the prize for "actually has the courage to directly ask for sexual headcanons" because no, nobody else has asked yet. Sorry for taking so long to answer it but like... the answer is over 2000 words. Have fun.

Now, anon, I've got something important you should know.

When I brainstorm radiosnake stuff, there's a little chatroom I do it in. What happens is, a lot of times, I'll come up with a scene or a scenario or a plot arc, and I'll describe it to that chat. And then, every once in a while, I'll say, "... and then here's how that same thing goes over in the parallel universe where Alastor Fucks." I have. A looot of little ideas set in the parallel universe where Alastor Fucks.

(He's still somewhere on the ace spectrum in all those ideas—either he's demi or else he's sex-neutral/sex-positive ace, depending on the idea—but he does Fuck.)

However, 1) a majority of these ideas are very clearly set specifically in CDIH's verse, and so I don't wanna share them as broad "radiosnake headcanons" when they're tied to one specific fanfic; and 2) a lot of them are angsty, and if you're asking for general headcanons then I'm assuming what you probably want is them actually having a good time rather than several decades of self-induced suffering over unrequited desire. So if you want CDIH-specific stuff and/or angsty stuff (or, more likely, CDIH-specific angsty stuff), hit me up again and I'll share some more stuff. For now, I'll talk about more general non-angsty headcanons.

Okay so most of this answer is geared toward Alastor's perspective since it's like, it's the more interesting one to me in this context, he's the one gradually figuring stuff out while Sir Pent's hanging out being allo with over a century of having his sexuality sorted out.

So that you know what kinda headcanons I'm rolling with here: there's, like, several ways I can conceptualize Alastor's orientation in my head, and they're sorta ranked by how "true" they are to me. Not "true" as in "how canon I think they are," but "true" as in, like, what Feels the Most Right to me.

The #1 Most True version of Alastor in my head is 100% ace/aro. He's not "repulsed" by sex (or romance, for that matter) in the sense of "disgusted/horrified/never ever wants to hear about it," but he, like, has absolutely zero interest in DOING it. He's not repulsed by the subject but he is by most touch, including the kind of touching necessary for sex. Might have some, like, academic curiosity about sex & romance, might enjoy it in a fictional context simply for the drama it adds to a story, but has no desire to be a participant. He can listen to a friend talk about their sexual escapades in graphic detail for an hour without an ounce of discomfort but if they offer him a quick peck on the lips he goes "I'm out." He might have sex Once just to see what it's like/just to say he has and that’s where his curiosity ends.

So that's my mental Most True Version Of Alastor.

The SECOND most true version of Alastor is like, the exact same as that, except he's just barely demiromantic enough that he might, once, fall in love. The odds of him falling in love are the same as someone's odds of winning the lottery. This is the version of Alastor I use in CDIH and other radiosnake fics, where Sir Pentious happens to have been lucky enough to win the lottery, but also, it took fifteen years before it happened. Alastor's feelings about touch & sex are the same, EXCEPT that whoever he loves is excluded from the Touch Is Unpleasant rule, which opens up a few more possibilities.

And I've got more mental versions of Alastor but that's as far as we need to go to be relevant to this post.

So given the above: Alastor's natural internal pool of Enjoyable Physical Activities that he would be autonomously inclined to want to try with Sir Pentious is broader than "nothing at all" but stops short of actual sex. More like sensual activities.

The not-necessarily-sexual sensual things that are obviously & immediately available on Alastor’s Selectable Menu Of Romantic Physical Activities are gonna be things like:

--Cuddles! We're starting as vanilla as possible, folks. Cuddling and sleeping in bed together. 95% naked cuddles are acceptable, although Alastor is inclined to keep his underpants on. Moving to "underpants" from "underpants AND undershirt" is a Notable Intimacy Milestone for him because like Back In His Day undershirts were part of the required underwear, so to him that's taking off 50% of his underwear. It's like switching from loose boxers to a thong. On the other hand Sir Pent is just, totally nude, because look at him he already isn't wearing any pants, he's got nothing to hide.

--Massage! Neither one of them is any sort of professional but tbh on a scale of 1 to 10 a massage can be as bad as a 3 and still be enjoyable y'know? Alastor tends to offer if he notices Sir Pent is sore and/or if Alastor has decided he's gonna be in Extreme Over-The-Top Performatively* Romantic Mode tonight. He always sort of forgets that the option of being massaged exists until Sir Pent offers it in return, because, like, he thinks of himself as a floating radio voice with an inconvenient meat puppet attached, sometimes he forgets that the meat puppet can be pampered too. And then he sits there in a blissed-out daze while Sir Pent goes holy crap your shoulders are like oak, how have you not snapped your own spine with tension yet.

(*Note here when I say Alastor can get "performatively" romantic I don't mean "going through the motions but isn't feeling the love"; I mean that, like, basically NO romantic gestures come naturally to him because he just isn't feeling the gestures even though he's definitely feeling the love. He's sort of figuring out How To Perform Romance As An Action by drawing on how he's seen it done in books/movies/etc. and picking & choosing the things that seem most fun to him to do. So in a sense he is performing a role that he's conscious of when he interacts with Sir Pent romantically, but that's because "performing a role" is how Mr. Perpetual Radio Host approaches all of life—and he's only performing this one because he genuinely wants to and because he's enjoying it.)

--Body worship! Alastor is really deeply squicked out by touching someone's skin/hair/fur but on the other hand (and maybe specifically because it avoids the squick) he is really deeply fascinated by Sir Pentious's scales, which feel Not At All Like Mammal Skin. He also still does the "??? oh right, I have a body too" thing when Sir Pent returns the attention—but Alastor's like, okay, I’m obviously more familiar with my own body than Sir Pent is, I don’t find my body that interesting but it must still be interesting to Sir Pent.

--Showering together! Sir Pent has figured out that if he starts singing in the shower there is a 99% chance that Alastor will trip over his own pants trying to simultaneously strip down and run to the bathroom so that he can join in on SHOWER DUET TIME. Frankly it's a lot safer to just go "hey I'm about to take a shower, wanna join?" but sometimes he doesn't just to see how fast Alastor shows up.

--Kissing! Making out is completely and always an option. Three of Alastor's most defining character traits are being a radio host (which kind of reduces a person to their voice), his perpetual smile, and his cannibalism. Like 80% of this dude's existence revolves around his mouth. He's absolutely got some kind of oral fixation. He gets into making out—as long as it's with the right person. There is exactly one right person. Sir Pent is okay with this.

Other enjoyable mouth activities:

- Kissing places other than the mouth

- Being kissed in places other than the mouth

- Biting

- Being bitten

And there's the overall list of non-sexual sensual activities that Alastor is into!

... And then eventually at some point Sir Pent is like "no pressure but hhhhypothetically sssspeaking are there possibly any sexual activities you might be interested in trying out" and Alastor is like "What? Oh! Right! Actually forgot sex existed for a bit. Yeah sure fine let’s try it." And that's the point at which they start experimenting with activities beyond Alastor's default activities!

Despite just about everything else with mouths being good, things Alastor is NOT into:

- Blowjobs

They did try. It seemed like a logical starting point. Alastor was like "I've liked putting my mouth everywhere else on this snake, it stands to reason I'll like putting it there too!" He got himself psyched up. He faced down The Dicks. He went, hmm. He stuck his tongue out and poked one.

He went "Yeah this isn't happening."

And Sir Pent went "Honestly you've already surpassed my wildest dreams just by getting that far."

They tried it the other way around too and Alastor went "Yyyye... hmmm... nnnnnooo no, no, don't think so. Not into that at all."

And it took him all of five seconds to reject the mere possibility of ever trying rimming, and the only reason it took that long to reject is because first Sir Pent had to explain what that is.

But everything else with mouths is great! Like. Everything. Sir Pent could go "can you lick my eyeball" and Alastor would go "which one? :)" (Sir Pent would probably not ask for this. But the point is he could.)

Figuring out Alastor's acceptable/enjoyable sex acts was a lot of experimentation like the above with BJs. And what they figured out is: he doesn't want his junk touched. Like. At all. In any context. Which, you know, understandably cuts down on nearly all the sexual options out there. But that’s the hard line: no touching his dick and no touching his butthole. Even if he, like, actively has a raging boner.

(Fun fact that I actually had to do research on, because despite being ace I did not know this due to the fact that I don't have a dick: if you are ace and have a dick there's good odds you'll still pop a boner in sexual situations, even if you have zero interest in what you’re looking at or participating in it. It's like something in your crotch goes "oh! Oh! A naked butt! I know what to do here! We got training for this! Time to ready the cannon!" and something in your brain goes "why the hell are you readying the cannon, we are absolutely not going to use the cannon, the cannon is a major inconvenience here" and the something in your crotch goes "listen, pal, I'm just following my orders. I don't tell you how to do your job, don't tell me how to do mine." The tl;dr here is that when Alastor is experimenting with Sir Pent, he could be completely bored out of his mind and still get a boner because biology is funky like that.)

The first few times this happens Sir Pent goes "are you sure you don't want me to, y'know, give you a handjob or something?? I feel like an inconsiderate jerk not helping out" and Alastor goes "absolutely not" and Sir Pent goes well okay I've made a career out of being an inconsiderate jerk, I guess I can do it in the bedroom too.

What they do manage to gradually figure out is that Alastor is perfectly fine with touching Sir Pent's junk, as long as it's not with his own junk or with his mouth. So hand jobs? Totally fair game. Letting Sir Pent grind against his thigh or abdomen? No problems with that. (Alastor flopped on his stomach going "this really does it for you??" and Sir Pent rubbing in Alastor's tail fur going "... yes." and Alastor is like, "wow. wild.")

More than that, Alastor gradually starts to figure out he likes that. Not necessarily the sensation of having a couple of dicks rubbing on his thigh—that's just sorta weird and probably always will be—but the knowledge of what it's doing to Sir Pent. He likes knowing he's giving Sir Pentious pleasure. He likes hearing him gasp and seeing him writhe and knowing that it's because Sir Pent wants Alastor and that Alastor has the power to give him exactly what he wants. He likes hearing Sir Pent hissing his name and little praises and one-word requests. ("Alastor’s existence revolves around mouths” includes sounds coming out of mouths, he gets more out of words and little noises than he does out of sight & touch combined.)

They figure out that what Alastor enjoys doing best is spooning Sir Pent from behind, wrapped around him to jerk him off. In bed or in the shower or even sitting with Sir Pent in his lap or between his legs. Alastor can put his chin on Sir Pentious's shoulder to listen to the sounds he makes and watch how his long long body moves, he can wrap his free arm around his waist and feel how he tenses and relaxes and squirms, they can kiss (and/or bite, biting is nice) with a little bit of careful positioning...

Also it's easier for Alastor to quietly sing to him from there.

... Alastor sings during sex. For the record. The first time he does it it's a nervous "I don't know what I'm supposed to be saying and it seems too quiet—oh I've got a solution" but soon it's just. A thing he does. Sir Pent gradually goes from "what? seriously? this is what you're doing?" to "lmao you dork" to "well I guess I now have a new kink I will never be able to get rid of, thanks." Sometimes he'll shakily sing along and Alastor's guts will melt into warm goo.

So there's a general overview of the more, like, normal stuff they get up to. Considering that their shared hobbies include things like "murder" and "being better than everyone else" and one of them is a cannibal, I'm sure that once they get down the basics they just get weirder. Copious amounts of blood get involved! Not their own blood. Other people's.

#(the content under the cut is of course very n s f w)#radiosnake #hazbin hotel #alastor #sir pentious #anonymous #ask #headcanons

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faedawayyy · 3 years

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A Useless Guide to the Carmichaels

DISCLAIMER: this is a bunch of headcanons that i’ve come up with. OBVIOUSLY since synn and katie and nadine and meg in a way have characters that are tied to their family...BUt these are my original headcanons for the family, so if things aren’t quite right or sound different, it’s bc they’re my most developed family and it’s the way i’ve written them in canon verse!

SYLVIA CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

sylvia’s family are russian and came over to england after the war. her father was a general and her mother was a seamstress and she was raised in a very, very conservative and upper-class family. she went and studied at st andrews in edinburgh and that’s where she met hank carmichael, who her father always pushed her towards from the moment he knew of him. sylvia carries a lot of her family values and clashed with her GEN X kids because their ideologies were so different. for example, she sturggled edwin’s sexuality and oliver’s more liberal mannerisms. it doesn’t stop her from trying to “guide” her grandchildren.

HANK CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

hank was born and raised in england. his father was an extremely wealthy banker, his mother died when he was young but he never really thought about her because his father never spoke of her. he was raised mainly by his aunt while his father worked around the clock. they were an extremely wealthy family and when he was old enough, hank attended boarding school. he never really had parental guidance and his creativity always ran wild. he was trouble at school, but smart enough not to get caught. after he graduated from st andrews and moved in with sylvia, he invested his entire trust-fund into a book publishing business, which is still successful to this day. he’s a huge family man due to not having one when he was younger

second generation.

EDWIN CARMICHAEL

edwin is the oldest of sylvia’s and hank’s children and always worked hard to be a people pleaser. he was often referred to as the golden child and the absolute brightest star in his mother’s sky. from an early age, he showed interest in entertainment which hank inspired and supported.

things changed for edwin in the middle of high school when he decided to come out about his sexuality. he was severely bullied and his relationship with sylvia broke down. he STILL hasn’t got the best relationship with his mother, especially after he married his husband, but they stay civil for the rest of the family’s sake.

he now works in property and lost his confidence in acting when he was bullied.

OLIVER CARMICHAEL

SYNN’S CHARACTER, BUT HERE IS HOW I INTERPRET HIM. oliver is the second oldest child of sylvia and hank. he was rebellious from the start. he never enjoyed trying to live up to edwin’s golden standard, he hated the events and the social climbing. he just wanted to be a regular kid and have regular experiences, but it never happened for him. when he was 18, it hit him that he was an adult and sylvia and hank have 0 influence over him. he took his trustfund, travelled and got the hell out of violet springs. however, just like with everybody else, age caught him up and he ended up settling in london with a woman he met while backpacking in australia. he likes his children knowing their family, so he reluctantly shows up to family events but you’d never catch either of them in violet springs if they didn’t have to be.

JAMES CARMICHAEL

james is the middle child and arguably the most successful of the carmichael’s. he was never the favourite and had a streak in him that caused him to clash with hank from a young age. he was a loveable rouge who grew into a loveable white-collard criminal. he was smarter than he let on and had endless ambition. like edwin, he attended university but instead of picking a profession that hid away from his true ambition, he invested his entire trustfund into a studio in los angeles where he planned to make amazing films...it paid off. he married his wife (patricia) who he met when she worked as a set designer on one of his projects, but it wasn’t all happily ever after. james played around with money a little too much and tried to take out his competition in shady ways. this led to things getting too much for him and he faked his death almost a year ago. all of his family beside mason believe him to be dead.

JOHNATHAN CARMICHAEL

completely synn’s character, the father of theo

SINEAD CARMICHAEL

sinead was the only girl of five children and completely used it to her advantage. she watched the way her brother’s and father knew how to dominate rooms, conversations and other people. she grew up with the mindset that she could have absolutely anything she wanted, as long as she worked (or cheated) hard enough for it. sinead dropped out of school at 15 and almost gave her mother an hernia. she blew most of her trust fund on a sweet 16 and then a sweet 18, anything that was left went on her 21st. she’s a very “live in the moment” woman and cares little for consequences. she actually ended up teaming up with james and starring in a few of his earliest projects before becoming an actress in her own right. she’s blacklisted by a lot of hollywood producers for her refusal to submit and listen to direction. she’s head strong and does what she likes.

third generation.

RUBY ROSINI - ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF EDWIN.

when ruby was adopted by edwin, there was all round excitement from every single member of the family; a little, brown-eyed girl from italy arriving on their doorsteps. she was so different from the majority blue-eyed children who filled the family tree. the cousins all immediately became protective of her and loved getting to know who she was as a person. now they’re grown up, she’s viewed as a cousin and it’s easy to forget that she was ever adopted or came from anywhere else.

THOMAS CARMICHAEL - SON OF OLIVER

thomas is the oldest son of oliver and like his dad, he’s a bit of a free spirit but unlike his dad, he’s a lot more laidback and less likely to clash or argue with anyone. as far as carmichael’s go, he’s quite wholesome and kind and oliver will 100% say that it’s because he was raised away from the madness of their family. however, growing up away from the others isn’t as good in his eyes as it is in his dad’s. he often feels boring and on the outside, he will always do his best to fit in with the other guys and is easily manipulated. as a child, he got into trouble so many times from listening to the shit brody and leo used to tell him to do. even to this day, he’s overly loyal and attached to them because he’s desperate to feel a real part of the family.

KATELYN CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF OLIVER

katelyn is the oldest of the third generation and oliver’s daughter. she’s blunt, witty and doesn’t mince her words. unlike most of the women in her family, she cares little for appearances or staying in certain social circles. she’s a drama teacher in a high school and enjoys living a normal life, but does dip into the funds of her family name every now and then to have a bit of fun. she’s a blast at family parties and everybody is always excited to see what scandalous or stupid thing she’ll do next to annoy her grandmother.

ANASTASIA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES

the oldest of james’ children and undeniably the real favourite. she’s an overachiever and type of girl who was good at everything in school and still is; she’s athletic, artistic, academic, a good mother, an amazing business woman, she’s smart, she’s intuitive, she’s healthy and rarely loses in competitions with her siblings or anyone else for that matter.

anastasia has her daughter, darcy, and is engaged to ryder banks. there’s no love there but like her grandmother, she understands the importance of appearances. you’d have to be crazy if you thought she hasn’t had a string of affairs and STILL has them. however, she also has standards and is very selective over who she lets get close.

darcy is her #1 priority and she’ll fight fiercely to make sure she always stays that way.

LEONARDO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

leo is james’ oldest son and again, like anastasia, kind of set the bar in the early days for the rest of his siblings. when it was the two of them and mason, everything was about leo and anastasia, they grew up in constant competition; leo tended to always fall short of his sister’s achievements. however, as they grew and the two of them came into their own, it was clear that leo was never going to be one to be in the shadows for too long - starting with gaining the attention from girls as he grew through high school. even girls in brody’s and miles’s year were heart-eyes over him and he was a few years older. yet, just like with the rest of his siblings, he was promised and later engaged to somebody that his father handpicked for him to ensure the carmichael wealth wouldn’t dwindle out and fall into the wrong, new money hands. OOC//i could write more but it doesnt feel right bc he’s now katie’s character. obviously i have my own ideas/fiancee for original leo!

MASON CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

mason broke the trend of extroverted, go-getter type kids and ended up being the quietest and youngest of the bunch until miles was born. he was a big momma’s boy growing up, and even though he’s never really felt like the favourite, he always enjoyed the company of adults and quieter environments compared to his siblings who would thrive around kids of their own age. mason is wise beyond his years and it’s a running joke that he was supposed to be born first. he is the only one that knows james isn’t dead and was trusted with this information because even though brody was the favourite by a longshot, james knew mason would keep it quiet and be less affected by the secret. mason both hates and loves being a part of the carmichaels. he loves his family but also hates the madness that comes along with it.

BRODY CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

brody never really had to work to be the favourite of his parents - he just is. he had the right amount of intelligence, cockiness and charm to keep adults on side throughout his whole life. ironically, out of everybody in the third generation, he’s probably the biggest fuck up too but the adults turn a blind eye to it because it’s him. a huge reason he’s favoured by james is because he was clearly enough for charles to allow him to marry his oldest daughter, disney. this was such a big deal for james because charles has a LOT of connections (shady and not shady) in the entertainment industry and he knew the merger between the companies would keep the carmichael legacy in tact for generations. brody usually rises to being the favourite and is slightly smug about it, but he also cracks the most under pressure and has had dozens of meltdowns over the span of his life growing up.

MILES CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

miles is the youngest...son...of james. james has no idea that patricia had an affair and that miles isn’t actually his son. miles has always struggled severely with keeping up with his siblings. he developed common but crippling mental health issues in his pre-teen years such as depression and anxiety. it started with acting out and being a “problem child” but quickly developed in being too scared to leave the house. he locked himself away and wasted away his young years not really interacting with anyone outside of his immediate family. on top of that, he had he achievements of brody, mason, anastasia and leo to remind him of what a failure is...eventually he just stopped trying. these days his siblings are supportive and aware of how he can get. his cynicism is literally his humour and he’s just taking one day at a time.

BELLA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES

bella was dubbed the next brody. all of her siblings adore her and so do her parents and grandparents. she’s the second child who can do absolutely no wrong in anybody’s eyes. bella was a young star and worked in hollywood making tv cameos long before she started school. she had two lives; her school and dance life, and her celebrity life. she grew up with more life experience than other kids and this made her painfully cunning. she knew exactly how to get people on side and had whoever she wanted wrapped around her little finger. she and brody were hit hardest by james’s death. bella was all over the place and gained a little weight - something she wasn’t familiar with after being petite her whole life. she’s now just trying to stable herself again.

THEO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JOHNATHAN

SYNN’S CHARACTER

HERA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

hera is the middle child of sinead. she too is inteligent and calculated but she’s also the opposite of the james’s girls. hera has never worked a day in her life and has no intention to. she’s a socialite and just like her mother, does what she wants when she wants to. she lives off of mommy’s money (because her dad bailed on them and honestly, fuck him). hera also came out as bisexual at a christmas party because she knew it’d make sylvia uncomfortable. she’s a wind up and enjoys getting a rise out of people.

OPHELIA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

ophelia is old enough to remember the messy divorce of her parents and adopted her mother’s bad-ass and care free attitude towards it from that day on. she hates her dad for what he did to their family but doesn’t let it hold her back and when she turned 18, she took him to court to keep her name on the inheritance of his million dollar winery business...and won. she’s the trailblazer for her quieter and more introverted siblings. she’s someone who knows she’s gorgeous and uses her looks to her advantage.

LUNA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

luna has always been shy and hid behind the bolder personalities of her sister’s. she used to feel boring because of it but has quickly accepted that’s who she is and she’s happy with it. as she becomes 26, she’s starting to feel extremely embarrassed and insecure about her lack of experience with anybody. yet, her father walking out makes her find it hard to connect with and trust people. she has high standards and no standards at the same time and is really lost in terms of her romantic relationships. HOWEVER, she is thriving in her career and mason has featured her as an actress in many projects. she currently attends rosewell and enjoys the french culture.

DAMUS CARMICHAEL-RUSH

damus is a pastiche of every criminal and calculated act a carmichael before him has committed. he actively seeks out trouble and due to not being able to find his “place” in the family, he seems to like to win the affections of his elders by getting involved in dodgy dealings that they’ve set up - particularly those of james and johnathan. damus gets a rush out of being in on his family’s darkest secrets but he also feels like a spare part - the one who gets put into dangerous scenarios because the others are too precious to do so.

third generation age order: - katelyn - anastasia - leo - thomas - ophelia - mason - brody - hera - luna - ruby - miles - bella - damus

fourth generation (work in progress): - darcy and wren, children of anastasia - fleur and dixie, daughters of brody - victoria and peter, children of mason - jacob and harlow, son of theo

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flyupandaway · 3 years

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as usual im late to the party buuut!! 🍬&🦄 for adrian // 😵&💼 for soph // 💕&⛈️ for liam //🍯&💣 for maddie // 🏡&⌛ for viv // 🌼&🐢 for jonah!!

party doesn’t start until you arrive queen!!! ILY 💕 i had sm fun answering these 🥺

talk about your muse

Adrian

🍬 family headcanon

Adrian has never had a sense of family or home. He’s always been on his own, and up until recently, he’s liked it that way. He never really understood the value of family since he’s had to be on his own and look out for himself. He always had the belief that he had to look out for himself because no one else would. The closest thing he had to family was the guys who he would go to the casino with and that was mainly because he knew he could win their money from them so he kept them around. He considers his relationship with Dove as the first “family” he’s had (and later lil Annie going to join the family!!).

🦄 physical health headcanon

Adrian struggles with alcohol dependency and there was a time a few years ago before he moved to Miami when he was drinking incredibly heavily and would black out for days at a time. He just didn’t feel like he had any sense of purpose and had nothing to do with his life. The drinking got better once he moved to Miami, got a job and started to win big at the casino. However, now that he’s out of the city, he has slowly started to increase his alcohol consumption and is again becoming dependent on the liquor, especially since he lives away from Dove and has nothing to keep himself occupied besides work.

Sophie

😵 sickness headcanon

When Sophie isn’t feeling well, the only thing she will eat are french fries. She is convinced that french fries — and french fries alone — are the cure to any cold or flu. She pairs her fries with blue gatorade and red gummy bears. I feel like as soon as Milo notices Sophie feeling under the weather she stocks up on gummy bears and gatorade and is ready to run to McDonald’s at a moment's notice to get the fries.

💼 work headcanon

Sophie normally falls asleep pretty early except on nights when she’s painting, drawing or working on her next project. She can stay up for hours when she’s inspired, oftentimes having to get dragged home by Milo to get into bed. She is typically a morning person but when she’s inspired and in the middle of working on something she turns into a night owl. She also gets very absorbed in her work, often losing track of time, forgetting to eat or the fact that she has to go to her second job. She’s definitely missed a few of her barista shifts because she was too busy painting away.

Liam

💕 love headcanon

Liam doesn’t mean to be a player but he oftentimes gets himself into not the best situations, which started when he was in eighth grace. He had a crush on two different girls and thought he could get a date with both of them for valentine’s day. So he made sure to give a valentine to one and then the other to go see a movie with him. He strategically picked a movie in the afternoon and a movie in the evening, but he didn’t think about the fact that the two girls could run into each other in the bathroom—which is exactly what happened. Safe to say Liam got busted and also had a bucket of popcorn spilled on him, but at least it was after the afternoon movie date so it was just the evening movie he missed out on.

⛈️ sadness headcanon

While Liam hates being sad because it leads him to making impulsive, reckless decisions, he writes some of his best music when he’s upset about something or when he’s really happy. He’s written a number of songs about Grace during their arguments about how much he cares about her and doesn’t want to lose her, which just goes to show how special she is to him but also how stubborn he can get when he doesn’t want to apologize first or talk to her initially.

Madison

🍯 food headcanon

Madison wasn’t always as good of a cook as she is now. Her junior year of high school, Madison was trying to make a turkey for Thanksgiving in an effort to give her dad and brother a “normal” holiday after her mom left. The day was anything but normal considering the kitchen was filled with smoke, the turkey was still incredibly frozen and Madison almost caused a fire in the kitchen from leaving a cookbook open over one of the stove burners that was on. In her defense, Madison thought she’d turned a different burner on. Also, when she cooks for her dad and brother, Madison typically prepares whatever they want for dinner, so she doesn’t get to eat her favorite food that often, which is cheese raviolis.

💣 stress headcanon

Madison has addictive tendencies just like her mother but instead of turning to drugs, Madison turns to work and picks up extra shifts. It isn’t unusual for her to go days without sleep when she’s feeling stressed and just run on autopilot in a way that she knows what’s going on around her but doesn’t feel like she’s in her body to experience it. It gets especially bad around her birthday, which is also a few days before her mom left. Since she’s usually the one taking care of others, she’s good at hiding her stress, although her brother is finally starting to catch on and he refers to her in this state as “Zombie Madison.”

Vivian

🏡 home headcanon

Given her involvement in her father’s business, Vivian is extremely paranoid about keeping things in her house. She recently rented out an apartment where she keeps most things related to the deals she is involved with, although the place looks normal. The house is what she uses when people come over or she’s hosting a dinner party for the “charity” she is in charge of. The apartment is where she keeps her money, weapons and other various items she needs for deals (and when deals go wrong).

⌛ sleep headcanon

Despite her paranoia, Vivian typically sleeps great. Her confidence has especially increased lately after the hit on the Montgomery family since now she feels like she and her family are untouchable. She does get nightmares every couple of months though that have to do with when her younger sister was kidnapped years ago since her gut is telling her that things have been going too well smoothly. But she will never admit she has nightmares since that means admitting a weakness. As much as she cares about her family, her siblings especially, Vivian doesn’t do much to show it since she doesn’t want anyone to have something that can be used against her.

Jonah

🌼 happiness headcanon

Jonah is happiest in the mornings when he takes Lucy on her morning walk and during the weekends when he volunteers at the animal shelter. He has always loved animals, dogs especially, and if he didn’t enjoy writing and working at his bookstore then he’d probably be doing something related to animals or maybe even go to vet school. He also set up bird feeders outside his apartment building and always carries around cat treats in his backpack if he comes across a stray. He is also an avid follower of his neighborhood's “lost pet” Facebook group because he hates when people are upset and doesn’t know what he would do if he lost Lucy. So he checks the group every so often in case he comes across an animal during one of his many walks with Lucy.

🐢 mental health headcanon

Jonah’s mental health could definitely be better. He carries around a lot of guilt over what happened to his girlfriend, even though it wasn’t his fault and it happened years ago. He has developed fairly severe insomnia over the years related to the accident. He also takes on other people’s emotions, especially sadness, which can be incredibly draining for him as he is going through his own sadness and grief. But he can’t help it because he wants to see those around him happy, even if that means putting himself in a worse position emotionally. He has a hard time saying no to people, and it’s not unusual for him to get stressed over the plans he’s made with friends because he couldn't’ say no but ended up double booking himself and has no idea how to do both things he agreed to.

#adrian #sophie #liam #madison #vivian #jonah

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Blue Christmas

Author’s Note: I had a really sad idea for a short fic, so I wrote it so you all could be sad with me. You can pry the headcanon that one of Malcolm’s top love languages is giving gifts from my cold, dead hands. Have some Christmas angst, everyone! (Read more is added for those on mobile… head to AO3 if it’s cut off for you. :D )

Word Count: 2,300-ish.

Summary: Three days after Malcolm has been taken, the team discovers he had bought them all Christmas presents. It doesn’t help them miss him any less. Link: AO3.

They each found them on their desks, tucked in with the rest of their respective pieces of mail. It was obvious Malcolm hadn’t wrapped them, himself; he had clearly paid someone to do a better (and much more festive) job than he ever would have. But that didn’t matter. Not really.

Edrisa found hers first. It was, naturally, an incredibly thoughtful gift, based on a little seed of information about her she had thrown out once that Bright had picked up and tucked away into his pocket for later like a small boy collecting shiny stones.

It was a puzzle. A 1000-piece beauty that was clearly hand drawn by an artist. The pictures on it looked like they were taken straight from an anatomy book, then set ablaze with tremendous color by a talented artist. She loved it with her whole heart, and she burst into tears as soon as she got through the wrapping paper and saw what it was.

Who knows how long it would have taken the rest of the team to find theirs, had Edrisa not mentioned it. As soon as she did, they immediately went to their respective desks to check their own mail. It had been three days since Bright’s disappearance on December 25th; whatever postage they had been missing out on in that time frame was literally the last thing on their minds. Until now.

JT’s was the smallest, as far as size went; a maroon envelope sealed shut with gold-colored wax. It stood out like a sore thumb in his mail box amidst the standard white envelopes that had been accumulating. “Damn,” he’d said to himself, running the pad of his thumb over the dried wax of the seal, “Even this dude’s envelopes are rich.” He had quieted, though, once he’d opened up the card and started reading what Malcolm had written inside with his neat, all-capitalized handwriting.

JT, Sorry for crashing your date. The next one’s on me.

Merry Christmas!

P.S. Justin? Jerico? Jeremiah?

JT had to laugh, despite everything. Attached to the card was a $100 gift card to Amsterdam Billiards. He stared at it, unblinking, for several seconds before his eyes started to water from being open too long (mostly).

“Damn it, Bright,” he muttered to himself as he closed the card. “Where you at, bro?”

There was a small black postage box waiting for Gil on his desk, hiding under a manila envelope. It was not the sort of small black box one would buy a woman; Gil knew was it was the moment he pulled it out from his mail pile and saw the company name stamped on the side in raised silver lettering. He stared at it for a moment, until it blurred together in his vision beneath a sheen of tears.

His fingers traced over the letters on the front of the box, and for a moment he allowed himself to just feel how smooth the cardboard was on the delivery box the gift had come in. He had to clench his jaw against the lump steadily climbing up his throat. Before he even made a move to open the box, he pulled back his right cuff, exposing the watch he wore on his wrist. Despite how worn and well loved it was, the watch was in excellent condition for being nearly fifteen years old. Especially considering that Gil literally wore it every day, to the point that he felt naked without it. It had held up marvelously over the years, which wasn’t surprising, as it had likely been expensive. Just as expensive as the new one he was holding in his other hand.

Without warning, the memory came back, unbidden. He could recall it like it had taken place last week. Malcolm, no older than twelve, handing him a dark blue velvet box with a hand that shook so fiercely, Gil immediately moved to take it from the poor kid before he dropped it.

It hadn’t been Father’s Day, then. The Whitlys didn’t celebrate Father’s Day anymore. But it had been damn close to it, and Malcolm had thought to buy a gift for Gil. As a man with no biological children of his own, Gil had cherished this more than he ever could have put into words. He still wore the same watch to this day.

And Malcolm noticed. Obviously. Because Malcolm Bright noticed everything.

“You still have that watch I gave you,” he had said, exactly 1.5 days into the investigation of the “copycat” Surgeon case, as he stared at Gil’s wrist.

“Of course I do,” Gil retorted. He was standing close enough to Bright at the time to reach out and give his shoulder a slight squeeze. “I wear it every day.”

Malcolm had all but beamed at that. “Looks a little worn, though,” he added, as his gaze drifted back down to the silver time piece on Gil’s wrist.

Gil had shrugged. “It’s well-loved,” he said simply. Malcolm had frowned just slightly at that, clearly deep in thought.

And now he knew what Bright had been thinking about: a wardrobe update for Gil Arroyo.

Gil sucked in a breath, holding the air in his chest for a few seconds to help expel some of the fear that had taken up residence there. He wasn’t afraid a new watch, obviously; unfortunately, he knew exactly what he was afraid of, and it was too terrible for words.

He was afraid he was holding the last piece of Malcolm Bright he was ever going to see.

(They all were afraid of that, deep down.)

The atrocity of that thought propelled him into action, and he started ripping open the little box’s packaging tape. Inside was a hard, velvet case, just like the one a much younger Malcolm had first presented to Gil all those years ago. The watch inside was magnificent. It was all black, even its face, and incredibly sleek. Clearly this time, Malcolm was going for an updated, modern look for him. Gil loved it. There was a small, folded card inside, and Gil pried it open with hands that had gone numb. He recognized Malcolm’s handwriting instantly. It was simple, sweet, and to the point.

Merry Christmas, Gil! Thank you–for everything.

Love,

Bright

Seeing the words in Malcolm’s handwriting was what finally put him over the edge. It had been three long days of fruitless searching for their profiler; they were all exhausted, and none more so than Gil. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to keep the tears at bay anymore.

“Thanks, bud,” he whispered to an empty room when he could finally find his voice again. “I love it.”

By the time Dani found out Bright had all gotten them Christmas gifts and had them sent to the station, she was exhausted. Just at the end of her rope mentally, physically, and emotionally. When Edrisa came up to her in tears, shaking a box in her face, Dani nearly lost it on her. Until he heard what she was saying.

“He got us gifts,” Edrisa squeaked out.

Dani felt the blood rush out of her face. She had a good idea who the ‘he’ in question was, but still had to ask, “Who…?”

“Bright!” Edrisa said. “Bright got us all Christmas presents. Incredibly thoughtful, probably expensive presents.” Her lower lip wobbled, and she looked like she was going to start crying again. “I didn’t get him anything. I thought about it! But then we just got so busy with the case load and… and…” She trailed off.

“And then Bright went missing on Christmas,” Dani finished for her, deadpanning. Edrisa nodded, sniffing once. Dani looked down at the box in Edrisa’s hands, studying it. “He got you a puzzle?”

Edrisa nodded vigorously again and offered up the box to Dani, who took it gingerly, like it was something to be cherished.

“It’s gorgeous,” Dani said genuinely.

“I know,” Edrisa agreed, “I’m scared to even open it. Like I’m going to ruin it somehow just by touching it. But I thought I could get started on it tonight… Maybe have it done by the time you find him, you know?”

Dani’s heart surged at the words by the time you find him, and she ground her teeth together at the familiar tightness in her jaw that meant she was definitely close to crying. Edrisa didn’t seem to notice; she was staring at her puzzle box. Dani placed it back in her arms gently, and Edrisa hugged it to her chest. The pieces inside all fell to the bottom of the box with a soft swish.

“We’ll find him,” Dani said simply. We have to.

Edrisa gave her a watery smile and nodded. “Hopefully before I even have the chance to finish this beast.”

Dani returned her smile. “So,” she started, eager to turn the subject away from the fact that Bright was still missing. “You said he mailed it?”

“Oh, right. Yes,” Edrisa said, “Apparently he mailed them all to the station. Which is kind of silly, but he must have just paid to have everything wrapped, and then he probably didn’t know our addresses, so… They were just here, waiting for us. Since Christmas.”

Dani swallowed. Part of her almost wished Bright had forgotten about hers, that he had sent something to everyone else but her. But the thought was a wasted one; Bright would never forget about her.

Dani’s gift was a fairly large box, about the size of two shoeboxes lined up side by side. There was no way she could have avoided seeing it, once she got back to her desk. (Had it really been that long since she’d been back at her desk, away from the search for him?)

She stared at it for a few moments, willing herself to keep calm, before she took out her pocket knife to cut through the box’s tape. Dani didn’t really do Christmas presents; with her immediate family, sure, but she couldn’t remember the last time she had either given or received a gift from a friend. Even the team–Gil, JT, and Edrisa–usually only went out for a drink, rotating who would pay the tab, for holidays or birthdays. Gifts were not her forte. This was foreign territory, and it left her on edge.

She could almost feel Bright watching her, those brilliant eyes of his staring at her hopefully, like he so wanted her to love whatever it was he had picked out for her.

Inside the package, after she removed a fair amount of bubble wrap and colored tissue paper, was a large wooden box. The moment she read the scripted letters burned into the top of the it, she knew exactly what she’d find inside, and she huffed out a shaky breath. As soon as she opened it, she knew she was right; the smell wafted up from the contents of the box, despite the fact that they were vacuum sealed, and it hit her like a punch in the gut.

I love Earl Grey.

She could hear his soft laugh, his words back to her. “I know. It’s the aroma, isn’t it?”

She was staring down at a beautiful box of British-imported loose leaf Earl Grey tea. Included was a small metal tea strainer, and little wrapped bags of spices and citrus peels, all individually wrapped and sectioned off into their own little spots in the box lined with velvet. In the center was a burgundy tin, and Dani smiled as soon as she read what it housed.

For someone whose tea-drinking habits involved microwaving water and using whatever brand of bagged tea was cheapest, the custom-built box before her was intimidating. And somehow, Bright knew it would be. (Because of course he did.) Inside the tin in the middle were fifty already-assembled tea bags of Earl Grey from the same gourmet ingredients, ready to be slipped into hot water without hassle and enjoyed immediately.

With friends.

It was one of the very best gifts she had ever been given in her life. And she felt a renewed hatred for Paul Lazar that Malcolm wasn’t there to share it with her. She reached down and pulled the tin out from the box. It popped open easily, and she was overtaken by that delightful smell again. She breathed it in for a few moments, until her nose grew used to it and the smell wasn’t nearly as potent to her.

Eventually, she removed the entire wooden box from its packaging, and that’s when she found the card. It was a simple folded card, red on the outside, blank on the inside, save for Malcolm’s writing. It was simple enough–just wishing her a merry Christmas and a happy new year, but the way he had signed it made the breath halt in her chest.

Your friend,

Malcolm Bright

“God, Bright,” she murmured, grinding her teeth again as she willed herself not to cry. But it was a fight she soon gave in to. What was the use? They had been searching for him for days, pouring everything they had into finding some kind of lead on where he had been taken, all to have nothing turn up. And then he’d gone and gotten her a damn thoughtful gift for a holiday he had been kidnapped on. It was all too much.

So Dani let herself cry for a few minutes. When it was over, she felt better and worse at the same time. She closed the lid of the wooden tea box and tucked it into the biggest drawer of her desk. The little card from Bright she taped, open, on the side of her computer monitor; she would see it each and every time she sat down at her desk.

And she vowed she wasn’t going to be drinking any tea at all until she found him, until he could sit and have a cup with her, himself.

#Prodigal Son #prodigal son fanfiction #prodigal son fic #prodigal son ff #brightwell

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