#being an older/oldest sibling is fuckin hard

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

I don’t really know how to say this in a better way so imma just say it

If you think John Dory is a bad character then respectfully, you have no idea what being an oldest sibling is like.

He didn’t abandon his brothers. He was pushed to a point of having to be responsible for four younger brothers, ranging from baby to teenager, trying to coordinate and pull off good if not perfect shows, trying to help Rosiepuff raise both them and himself while also dealing with trollstice and the troll tree while also struggling with an ever growing *need* to be perfect. It doesn’t matter how much you love your siblings- if you’re stressed enough, you’re going to snap and you’re going to snap at them. And you know what? He probably hated himself for that too. And for the fact that he couldn’t be perfect. Any oldest sibling knows the guilt of not being good enough and presumably tearing down their younger siblings in the process…it’s awful. No fuckin wonder he walked away, bro was what, 17?? 18??? He shouldn’t have had to do that. And he didn’t just abandon his brothers knowing what was gonna happen to Branch. From his perspective, he walked away knowing full well Spruce and Clay could step up, and that Rosiepuff would still be there. He had no way of knowing Branch would end up alone and gray, because if he did, he never would have left.

John Dory is not a bad character. He loves his brothers.

Edit: some people are saying he didn’t come back until he needed something. He came back to an empty troll tree- he thought his brothers were dead. He probably only left for a few months or so! He didn’t abandon them. He had every intention to come back and did. His family was just gone.

#idk if this is a vent or an analysis #I’m just so tired of people making him out to be an unloving brother #guys #he thought they were dead #he was *so* excited to see all of them and they wouldn’t even give him a hug #being an older/oldest sibling is fuckin hard #I’m the second oldest of a bunch of kids in similar age ranges to Brozone #when I tell you #I would snap way sooner than he did #it’s just not fair to him or his character to say he abandoned them on purpose #or that he brazenly made them be something they didn’t want to be for the band with no regrets #I guarantee you #it kept him up at night when he fought with his brothers #he probably hated himself for making his brothers unhappy #but what else could he do #he was stressed out and desperate #John Dory is not a bad character #he’s an oldest brother who didn’t get a chance to finish his own childhood. #trolls #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls John Dory #trolls jd #realizations #rambles #brozone

[hunterbunter3000]

imagine 141 meeting sweethearts family and them being just as weird as her😂

LMAOOO G O D IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

(Dude I'm gonna info dump so damn hard I'm sorry)

Her family is literally crack personified. They are HEAVILY, EXTREMELY AND HARSHLY based on The Amazing World of Gumball, because that was my favorite cartoon when i was growing up and i adored how crazy the family was 💀HUGE ASS FUCKING FAMILY INCOMING Her dad practically married himself in woman form (but shes more chill and introverted than him- they're both chaotic as hell), and then her siblings (eight older brothers; two are adopted, two older sisters, middle siblings who are triplets ( sister, brother and ftm brother) three younger brothers and an adopted younger sister (BASICALLY AN ALL BOY FAMILY AND SOME GIRLS SPRINKLED IN 💀)

There's the oldest brother, Who's name I have no idea yet I just call him T. He's 42 years old and is a fucking unit. He has a family with a wife and three kids. (No idea how he looks either)

The second oldest brother idk his name either is 41 years old and is also a fucking unit. He's single and is an engineer

The third oldest brother is 39 years old. Don't know what to name him lol Also another unit but has a bionic leg. He's a single father and has a daughter.

The fourth oldest brother is also 39 years old. He's tall as shit but more skinny. He has a girlfriend and a boyfriend and is a mad scientist. (Legally? Probably not. Insanely smart and makes weapons? PROBABLY YES)

The fifth oldest brother is 37 years old, his name is Grizz. He's built like his dad (big and burly with a gut) and has his personality. He's a firefighter

And then the sixth older brother, he's 36 years old (no idea what to name him) he's a CEO of a company. He has a wife and five kids

They're all absolute units like good lord

There are two adopted older brothers. One of them, who is also 36 years old, was a son to a family friend. His family died and they took him in. He's a chef. The other one, his name is Sammy, he's 35 years old and is now a musician.

The two older sisters, aka: The Domino twins, the animator and the police officer. Idk their names dammit-- but they're both 35 years old. The police officer has an eye patch and grayed early, while the animator has a scar over her other eye and black hair. (Hence why people call them Domino)

And then the triplets, all 28 years old. The sister is a hairstylist and a cosplayer, the brother is a game designer named Ezekiel, and the other brother who is trans (ftm) is a voice actor and a professional gamer. (GUESS WHAT- DONT KNOW THEIR NAMES LMAO)

And then a younger brother, who's 18 years old (last year in high school BABBYYYY) And then the younger twins who are 10 years old and then the adopted sister who is four.

(If yall are curious about them don't be afraid to ask!)

One of her aunts on the dad's side practically lives in prison because of the unlucky luck that runs in the family, the other one is the most normal one and she's a nurse, and her uncle on the mom's side that's literally a revolutionary war (to a war NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF) hero with HIS crazy ass family... NOT TO MENTION THE GRANDPARENTS AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS (ON BOTH FUCKIN SIDES) one was in the Italian mob and has connections that shouldn't be connections, and the other one owns a tiger, a lion and a raccoon that was the replacement for the bear when the tiger and the lion ate it. (I'll let yall decide who's who), and then one has a fortune but forgot where it's buried, and then the other one is a musician! (As I said, I'll let you decide who's who)

they invited her team(yes, Keegan as well), Los Vaqueros, and Krueger plus Graves to have like a welcome back cookout at their big country home

And the chaos IMMEDIATELY started when they got there.

The younger twins forgot that they set up a trap on the house, so when Sweetheart opened the door, she got hit in the face with a pan, fell on the ground, and then whip cream came flying out, hitting Soap in the face.

Sweet's mom: MY BABY ARE YOU OKAY???

Grizz: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Police sister, to Soap: Are you okay??? Can you breathe???

Sammy, shaking Sweetheart: SWEETHEART??? SWEETHEART ARE YA GOOD??

Sweetheart, out of it: MOmMy I LoOk PreTTy?

Sammy: SHE'S DISGRUNTLED

Zeke: THAT'S THE WRONG WORD FOR THIS SITUATION YOU IDIOT

(Sammy's a bit stupid)

After that happened, Zeke led Soap to a bathroom, feeling around for any more traps. The younger twins went into a time out and Sweetheart has an ice pack for her head.

They all started talking, Sweet's mom REALLY like the boys (Especially Alejandro and Price) and Sweet's Dad really like Ghost and Roach. Grizz and VA brother like Gaz, and the adopted sister really likes Soap and Keegan. Police sister likes König's vibes and hairdresser and Sammy fuck with Krueger and Graves. All in all they like Sweetheart's co-workers and accepts them

Sweet's mom to all of them: Y'know she's single

Sweetheart: M A

And then Granny Jo Jo and Grandpa Hare, grandparents on the dad's side, came to visit and Soap and Ghost just gravitated to them.

Grandpa Hare: So yer from Manchester, eh?

Ghost: Yes sir

Grandpa Hare: I used tah live in Manchester

Ghost, a bit interested: Oh wow--

Grandpa Hare: I buried many businesses an' people there. That's why m'banned from a couple of cities.

Ghost:

Omg and then the younger twins meet Keegan:

Twin #1: Hello sir!

Twin #2: How are you?

Keegan, a bit nervous: ...I'm good, thank you. How about yourselves?

Twin #2: Good, sir? By the way--

Twin #1 and #2: What's your body count?

Keegan: Ex- excuse me?

Twin #1: How many people have you bodied?

Twin #2: Do you use knives? Or assault rifles?

Twin #1: And how did you do it?

(The animator sister covers their mouths and carries them)

Animator sister: Sorry about that, Keegan. They'll go in time out again

Their muffled "no's" go on and on while Keegan just stands there 🧍‍♂️like wtf why'd they ask me that LOL (and time out is just them being in their room HA)

OMG Alejandro went to open a drawer to find spoons, and instead he found MANY restraining orders and banned letters

Sweet's mom saw his surprised face and she quickly closed the drawer

Sweet's mom: Wrong drawer! And also those were a long time ago, half of them either forgave us or went out of business!

Sweet's mom, mumbles: Except the ones out of country... they still remember the fires...

Alejandro: still remember what

(Bro I could go on and on about them LMAO I want to flesh these characters out some more too, so if you have any input SEND AN ASK!! 💗💗)

#i love Sweetheart's family #lil devils they are #black fem reader #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros #shadow company #black reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty keegan #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #x female reader #cod x y/n #x reader #cod ocs #mw2 headcanons #141 sweetheart #141 sweetheart headcanons #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

[pretttydemonwrites]

19, 21, 22, 23, & 28 for all your tabletop-originated characters (or at least your faves)!

OUGH. That's hard because actually I don't have that many characters that originated as tabletop characters! I think it'll be Racquel and Charlie for this set!

19. sleeping position?

Racquel - full starfish, absolutely just spread out across whatever surface zir sleeping on. a real nightmare to share a bed with to be honest, cuz what inevitably happens is zir just fulling laying on top of the other person. Charlie - instinctively curls up because he is always cold, and also runs into that issue of "blanket/bed is too fuckin short for him long legs" and he needs to be completely covered from the neck down in order to sleep 21. obsession from childhood? Racquel - this might feel a bit sad but like, having a family? not like, having kids (thought ze does end up with at least one pseudo adopted child) but just having those kind of connections? growing up not really knowing your parents at all will kinda mess your shit up so ze has spent on a long time trying to find people to care about and for those people to care about zem in turn.

on a less serious note: archery

Charlie - he has always been really into sunflowers??? hey idk where this came from, this just popped into my head unbidden. but he loves the way they follow the sunshine, and he loves how tall they get, how sturdy they are, how BIG, and he loves sunflower seeds (he hates eating them around people though because having to spit out the shells is so embarrassing)

More below the cut!

22. role model?

Racquel - ze was raised by an elf named Silas, who took Racquel in and taught zem pretty much...everything? closest thing to a father figure ze had and he kind of maintained a sort of distance between them for reasons Racquel never really understood, but it didn't stop Racquel from being in awe of his skills. he was a powerful cleric but his experience in adventuring and travel meant that he was able to teach them survival skills, which lead to zem becoming more of a ranger. cool guy, shame he got murdered.

Charlie - probably his older sister Aine (awn-yah)! he's the second oldest of his four siblings, and Aine and him are just under two years apart, so they're pretty close. she was the one who helped him channel his magic into his natural stimming and came up with the idea of adding the rings to then help focus that magic a bit more. things still go haywire a bit, but Aine's patience helped him have confidence in himself so he messes up a lot less than he used to and he's very grateful to her for that.

23. strange habits?

Racquel - man, the only things I can think of right now are zir tendency to steal baked goods (happened frequently when zir party was posted up in a literal palace) and zir habit of basically only wearing half zir shirt, but that's because one side of zir torso being covered in scar tissue gives zem a lot of sensory issues so ze hates having anything touching it too much.

Charlie - well, other than various stimmy things I think Charlie is just a nervous babbler. he can say so many words without actually saying anything at all because he is so nervous all the time!

28. five songs to describe them

God we were cruising right along until I got to this one. i sUCK at picking songs for my OCs, so I will try and come back to this one later I think general vibes for Racquel is Arctic Monkeys meets indie queer artists talking about gender in increasingly esoteric ways. For Charlie, take like, indie girl with an acoustic guitar and then sprinkle in a dash or two of like Irish folk music. ...Yeah.

#oc asks #ask meme #ragsy #sorry this took so long!!!

[mutenized]

The Choice Bit of Calico (Chapter One)

Ship: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Characters: Thomas Shelby, Billy Kimber, Ada Shelby, Polly Shelby, Finn Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, mentions of Freddie Thorne

Warning(s): mentions of blood, war, and violence (obviously), maybe a slow burn?, forbidden romance, inner conflict, heartache, rebellion. Intended smut. In this chapter there is a bit of time skipping; only 3 times I believe.

A/N: Choice Bit of Calico was slang in the 1920s for a desirable woman. The prologue to this series can be found HERE. HAHA two chapters in one sitting AND posting it before the original post dates? WOAAHHH. Also this one’s a long one so buckle up.

Synopsis: You are the sibling of Billy Kimber. Living with him in London, you heard of nursing classes offered at a church in Birmingham near where you and your older brother were born. It was during World War I and you wanted to do something to help the soldiers from your country as well as the allied countries. Living in your childhood home until you were sent back to London to work at the Veteran’s Hospital, you never forgot about the firey brunette who wanted to do the same as you. Keeping in touch, you both wrote letters back and forth until one fateful day you find yourself back in Birmingham, bags in hand, to take care of an ailing family member. Who knew the moment you got off the train your whole life would change?

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A month had passed since you arrived in Birmingham, three weeks since you started the nursing classes at the church, and two weeks since you bonded with the witty yet quick thinking brunette in the class whom you found out was named Ada. You had been partnered to evaluate one another’s quick first aid techniques when it all sparked. Taking suggestions from one another at a pub on the side of town your brother warned you to stay away from turned into meeting her younger brother Finn and Aunt Polly who lived on Watery Lane which evolved into having dinners with the three of them every Wednesday, drinks every Saturday, and breakfast every Sunday.

Ada’s family soon became your own, learning of her three brothers who were over in Europe; the oldest in the Ottoman Empire, the second oldest in France, and the last stationed in a location that was to be kept top secret. When no letters arrived in the post, you were there for the distressed duo. Whether it was help around the house as they try to find out from people in their inner circles if there were any reports of the three men to infirmaries or morgues or even keep the news away from little Finn who was only seven years of age. You found that he enjoyed helping you around in the gardens on nice days and telling you about his favorite types of horses. Though you knew nothing of the animal other than the fact they can be used in racing and that they were being overworked in London for carriage rides though cars were becoming more readily available, you listened to him jammer on and on until he became too hungry or tired to continue.

You hoped for the three of them that the three men over at war would come home safely. For the first time in ages, you prayed.

Two more months passed, and you were three months into the nursing class. Nearing the ending of the courses, it had been decided by the instructor, a nurse at one of the largest hospitals in the south, that you and Ada were both not fit for in field work but, due to both of your wonderful communication skills, that working with veterans that were in rehabilitation or facing treatments for their injuries was the best choice. Seeing that the closest veteran’s hospital was back in London, you faced conflict. Continue living in Birmingham and risk Billy finding out you aren’t finding any work in the medical field but rather conversing and being social with those you grew close to, which would result in him dragging you back to London under his supervision, or take the job that was offered to you at Imperial Order Of the Daughters Of The Empire Hospital and live on your own until the war was over and see what the future held. 

Choosing to go back to London on your own accord was heartbreaking to you, it was like the last day of primary school before you were homeschooled by the tutor your brother hired. You felt as if you would never see Ada or her family again as well as the other friends you had made. On the last night before your departure, Polly had invited you over for drinks with her and Ada. Finn was at a friend’s house for the night which left the lot of you free to drink without worrying about being too loud or filtering your stories in case Finn decided to play spy in the middle of the night. With your trunk sitting by the front entrance as well as the suitcase you had brought with you, you sat around the round table with the two other women you had become so close to. They had already given you a present for good luck. A pristine nurse uniform that Polly had seen a usual at the pub’s wife wear one day as they crossed paths on the street laid unfolded on the table as the three of them admired the soon-to-be-fleeting cleanliness of it. Ada, on the other hand, had gifted you a golden locket with a photo of the two of you that a man had taken while testing out the newest camera to come out. That day you and Ada, drunk off your asses, tried to sit as still as you could as the camera process as slow as a snail. “I remember we went from The Garrison into that damned parlor. It was a fuckin’ shame we went there first. Imagine all of the drunken shopping we would’ve done.” Ada jabbed, causing you to laugh so hard you spilt your drink all over you robe.

That night, words of advice, stories of family and friends, and songs were sung until your eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. The next thing you could remember was Polly waking you up, Finn on her side with tears in his eyes. “This one was picked up this morning and wants to go with ya’ to London.” Polly smiled sullenly, your eyes softening from the groggy, hungover state they were into something more awake and less irritated. Your heart broke as you saw tears on the boy’s cheeks.

“Oh Finn, you know I’d love to take you and Pol and Ada to London with me,” You began, thumb brushing off the tears that rested on his cheeks, “But I can’t take you three, which breaks my heart. But, with you here with them, I know you’re going to protect them, right?” With a sad nod, Finn fell into your chest as he cuddles up into you one last time. It was hard saying goodbye to them, but Finn’s sadness really made the decision settle in. Pressing a kiss to the boy who you considered your little brother’s forehead, you pick him up and begin to say goodbye to Polly and Ada, sad smiles all around as you grab your trunk and suitcase. A honk sounded which signaled your exit, a final wave as you loaded your items into the car’s backseat before joining the driver in the front. “To the trains please.” You spoke, settling into the seat though it was a short ride.

4 years passed, many patients that you had helped were back finding their ways through their daily life once again. Within those four years you had always kept in touch with Ada and Polly, writing letters back and forth about what has gone on in each other’s lives. One day, a letter came for you, Ada’s flourish on the envelope. The note read:

“(Y/N),

Obviously, you’ve heard that the war’s over, thank fucking God (I don’t think I would have lasted if it went on for any longer). With that, all three brothers are home and the chaos has picked up right where it was left off. Arthur is being a dumbass, Thomas is being a hard-ass, and John is being a jackass.

I miss having you here, you’re my last hope of sanity in all honesty. I think you were Polly’s as well, having seen that I’ve been sneaking out to visit Freddie Thorne. Oh, (Y/N), I have so much I need to tell you but so little I can write without having Thomas go through my shit. Let’s hope this gets to you soon, I don’t think I’ll last in this god forsaken house one last minute with the way the ass trio continues to act.

Will you come visit soon? Did they offer you a job?

Please write back soon, it’s the only thing I look forward to now,

Ada”

Laughing at the thought of stubborn Ada dealing with her brothers, you looked around your London apartment and sighed. You had notified your brother that you were moving back to Birmingham to help with the veterans down in Small Heath. Under the guise of the hospital having a volunteer program being funded, Billy handed you over the keys before sending you out of his office. “Anything else? The races are starting soon, and this damn horse keeps fucking winning.” He had grumbled causing you to roll your eyes and head back to your own apartment to pack. Now, with the letter in your hand and the key in your jacket pocket as well as a train ticket, you grinned widely. Ada always found joy in surprises, though they were always small ones like when you sent her imported cigarettes for her birthday.

In the matter of twenty-four hours you went from living in London with a well-paying job and new experiences to living in Small Heath, Birmingham with no job, a house, and one family who cared for you. Gazing out the window of the cab you caught, you pay him the pounds before stepping out. “How much for you to help me bring the trunks inside?” You inquire, the man letting out a solid laugh, much to your misery. “Oi, I drive a cab, not own a fuckin’ moving company. Should have thought of getting one.” He spat, helping you take out the trunks you packed before speeding off. Cursing him under your breath, you used all the strength you could muster to drag the heavy trunks into the foyer and leaving them there. No way were you getting those things upstairs. Not tonight, at least. You had more important things to tend to, anyways. Like visiting Polly and Ada, hopefully. You prayed that they were at the house in Watery Lane and not out dealing with some ‘family matters’ as Ada would explain.

Finding the trunk that you had packed with clothes and shoes, you pulled out the outfit you had planned for surprising the duo. Pulling out the cornflower blue silk chiffon dress, you paired them with the white button up shoes that a soldier’s wife had gifted you for saving his life when he randomly fell ill. Tucking the locket Ada had gifted you all those years ago into the top of your dress, you quickly fixed the pattern curls of your hair before grabbing the golden compact you had carried always and key to your house. Setting down the roads as the sun was beginning to set, you noticed the abundance of men who bore flat caps that had tip’s that, when the light caught it correctly, gleamed in the light whose appearances multiplied in number the closer you drew to the house of Polly. Worry settled in but you didn’t let it phase your emotions physically.

The nerves in your stomach seemed to spread as you felt eyes on you when you walked up the steps to the house you frequented not so long ago. Either way, you knocked at the door hard enough it was heard and took a step back. Rolling on the balls of your feet, you waited for the door to open and when it did? You were met with a man who was slightly taller than you with a freckled face and striking blue eyes. Before either of you could even speak, you heard the sound of running feet across the wooden floors before seeing a taller, spritelier, Finn.

“(Y/N)! You’re back! When did you come back!?” The now eleven-year-old inquired, a grin on your face. The man in front of you seemed confused, but still never took his calculating gaze off of you. “I came in this afternoon! I’m movin’ back down to my house, remember when you and Ada came over and had a picnic in the parlor?” You grinned, the boy nodding furiously before turning to the group that had formed at the door.

“Arthur, Tommy, John! This is (Y/N), Ada’s friend! They met at those nursing classes Ada took four years ago!” Finn informed the brothers, realization coming across their face.

“(Y/N), nice to meet ya’. ‘m John, that tall, lanky one is Arthur, and the statue here is Thomas, call ‘im Tommy though. Thomas is too formal for ‘im.” The youngest out of the three, John, spoke with a smirk on his face. Moving aside, the men let you in before the eldest, Arthur, spoke up.

“So what brings ya’ back to Small Heath? Can’t be better from where you’re comin’ from.” A chuckle left his lips as you sat down at the kitchen table comfortably, too comfortable for the middle brother, Tommy’s, liking. “You know you should wait for Polly before you sit. It’s a bit rude.” His gravelly voice rang in your head and his piercing blue eyes stared into yours. You could tell he was waiting for you to submit. That wasn’t going to happen, that’s for sure.

“Oh, I’m moving back from London. Worked at Imperial Order Of the Daughters Of The Empire Hospital until about three days ago. Decided to move back here since I feel more at home here. Like seeing the horses on the street being taken care of rather than being beat down for not being fast enough at the carriage rides, you know?” You start out, focusing your gaze on Arthur who settled in his seat across from you before turning to Tommy.

“Would you like to see my correspondence with Pol, as well, Tommy? I don’t carry her notes on me but I do have them back at my house here in Small Heath. If you’d want to take a stroll with a lowly Londoner, then let it happen. Just know the days the two of them hadn’t heard anything from you lot I was here, helping around the house and with Finn,” pausing, you look between the three who seem taken aback that you didn’t crush under the gaze of Tommy who was now glaring daggers at you, “Not to say your lack or correspondence is directly your fault, but they worried. They were scared you had died and didn’t want Finn to hear the discussions of phoning local morgues that received army men’s bodies.”

Before Tommy could retort, a gasp from the front door was heard. Polly. Grinning wide, you instantly shot up from the chair you relaxed in and made your way to engulf the woman in a tight hug. With tears in your eyes, you pulled back to look over the woman with a smile. “(Y/N), what are you doing here!? I…I’m fuckin’ speechless. Does Ada know you’re here? Are you just visiting?” Her questions continued on just as Finn’s did in which you answered them all with the brightest, happiest tone in your voice. It wasn’t until her eyes locked with an annoyed Thomas that she realized she wasn’t there to greet her and neither was Ada.

“Hope they didn’t give you a hard time,” she whispered before steeling up and turning to the three men, “This is Miss (Y/N). She’s a family friend, if I hear anything about any of you thinking with your cocks and not your brains, I’ll fuckin’ beat ‘ya. She doesn’t deserve the crock of shit you three stew. Now, (Y/N), come with me. I have a lot to catch you up on.”

With that, you were guided into the parlor, unknowing to the booming business behind the curtain in the kitchen. You were also unaware of the burning blue eyes that scanned you from head to toe as you left. Another thing you were unaware of? The fact you just walked into the den of the Peaky Blinders and that you, Billy Kimber’s kid sister, were an unknown enemy by fault. This was going to become the beginning of the most trivial times.

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[lorehua]

heyhey! this is me, ya girl, introducing to you your local ( soft ) goth boi. awkward boi. shy boi. that is he, but he sweet.. just visually intimidating at first glance before you get to know him. so yea! this is lore ( or you can come up with a cute lil nickname, tho he flusters easily ), and he is a faceless twitch streamer / youtuber that pretends to be a video / social media editor to anyone that asks his job because he’s scared of being recognised ( doesn’t mean your muse can’t but lemme know! ). but yea, a few months ago he sort of shot up to fame from like a small following to a massive one so he kinda rags to riches rn!

either way, if you wanna plot then like this post!! and i’m gonna summarise below, but would be real cool if you checked out his stuff to!

( tw: abuse & mental health ) background | profile | pinterest | plots ( tbd )

basics: nianzu “lore” huang | 24 | faceless entity on the internet ( goes by ghost ) | gay as hell | goth / punk as hell | tatted and pierced up to hell | struggling through hell

was born to good parents but they died when he was 7 and lore was sent to live with his aunt and uncle whilst his older siblings went to his grandparents ( a very odd predicament they were all too young to really question much ) 

he was born in taiwan, his parents lived and were raised there but his aunt and uncle had moved to korea for business ( and his grandparents were already in the business of travelling back and forth for their kids ) so when he moved with his aunt and uncle he moved to korea, and his grandparents followed so they weren’t all split up too much

long story short ; aunt and uncle were pretty severely mentally and physically abusive to lore. extremely controlling to in anything he did, so it led to him not going to school as much, making friends really ( or many ) or seeing his siblings properly. he was neglected a lot and sort of learned how to do things for himself through that as well

he was 16 when his oldest sibling got him out of it and took him in instead ( he doesn’t remember much of what happened but his aunt and uncle were arrested ). the whole thing really did mess with him though

basically he dropped out of school then too and he went to therapy for a year or two but it got too expensive, but it helped at least a little but he was still left with difficulty in most things social ( like going out much or actually talking to people and making friends tbh )

when he was around twenty his siblings convinced him to start streaming since he did spend a lot of time messing about with games and shit. but they convinced him to because well.. just talking to them and his grandparents wasn’t enough social interaction apparently

so he did and he built up a small but nice little following and people enjoyed his content and just listening to his play or ramble sometimes. he was a lot more comfortable talking to a chat than.. people

that being said, he did become friends with other streamers eventually and does a lot of multiplayer things with them - which is honestly what led to his intense fame explosion honestly

he ended up being invited to stream with a few very very known names in the gaming community and it just shot him up. people liked him and within weeks he’d gone from the smallest number of followers to a couple million and rising

his friends made him make a youtube as well and he already knew how to edit videos from his previous online jobs, so it was easy for him. so really he went from nothing to everything

he went from being basically broke ( any of his money, which was like nothing, went to his siblings to help them out for letting him crash at theirs and do nothing tbh ) to having enough to give full amounts to them and actually take care of himself and his mental health tbh finally. he didn’t have to worry about finance for once

so with that tho boi still refuses to do a face reveal and just brushes over it when it’s asked bcos n o

but either way, the money problem was solved but his siblings didn’t really feel like the social situation was and sorta maybe pushed him into taking a room in the sharehouse bcos well it would be good for him and well here he is now. fucking terrified

personality:

gentle. gentle boi

lore is a very soft muse despite how he can come off ( which by that i mean he comes off as distant, maybe a little aloof and intimidating - this based on the fact he is very much a gothic / punk kid covered in tattoos and piercings who isn’t really use to social interaction or the best at it )

so he’s real soft though, and just really sweet. like he has a very pure heart.. his sense of humour is dark and he can be a piece of shit sometimes, but he has a very sweet soul. like he’s awkward as hell sometimes and tbh he’ll go from looking intimidating to fumbling horribly over trying to say hello to someone and then scoot off bcos fuckin words man

that being said he does have a lot of baggage and a lot to work through that he’s finally getting help for, so it’s another reason he can come off pretty closed off sometimes, especially because like.. his social limit when it hits zero just means he’ll either slink out quietly or curl up and watch everyone and listen instead of taking part in conversation

his anxiety has sort of ruled his life as well, it’s led to him finding social situations really difficult ( like if a conversation goes differently to how he thought it would he !!! panics a bit for a minute ), and he’s working through that now and the complex is sort of a trial for him on that too.. but he gets by

that being said, kinda stated it a little but he can be dark and he’s pretty pessimistic because he finds it hard to look on the bright side of things, so he’d rather joke about it. it’s just hard for him to see the good in somethings and not fear the future either

on stream / youtube he does come off more confident though and more comfortable. like he gets jittery when playing with new people or big groups, but it’s a lot easier for him and he has fun with them. like his streams usually last a long time so it’s just such a change from how he can come off in real life ( which frustrated him a little because he wishes he could be that comfortable all the time )

extras:

he keeps his room pretty much locked all the time bcos well privacy and his streaming and stuff he kinda keeps the set up completely hidden when he can but he has excuses if he needs them

boi got bad insomnia which he combats poorly already but either way just expect to see him slink into the kitchen at like 2am to make coffee then disappear again ( which tbh if he’s streaming he might honestly leave with coffee and an energy drink because he’s a mess ). but like early morning he can nearly always be found in the kitchen at some point bcos well quiet time - which through that, you probably won’t see him again until the afternoon tbh.. maybe

he does spend days without really coming from his room

uh if you want a stoner buddy… have him

he has social and generalised anxiety, depression and severe insecurities ( it’s why he’s pretty scared of being recognised and scared of a face reveal. he struggles to see anything good about himself, be that physical or like in general )

#dallyeog:intro #&. intro. #abuse tw #tbh i'm throwing this out there quickly before i go on a walk bcos it's snowing and.. i wanna walk on in the snow #i have played this boi before i just wanted to bring him back so if anything seems a lil out of place i probably forgot to change some thing #ahhh #but yes come hit me up and i'll get back to you after my walk!

[amycuscarrow-me-to-hell]

— isn’t that amycus carrow? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in slytherin but apparently they now work as a wizengamot seat holder. sybill once said that they reminded her of anger – cold, righteous, violent, unceasing; a set of twins held together with linked fingers from the cradle to the grave; the bitter resentment of the son who can never get anything right no matter how hard he does or doesn't try, so why bother; and a sculpture reworked into something more remarkable, which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit obstinate, abrasive, and dark-humorured. they’re twenty six now but some things never change! i wonder how being a pureblood is affecting them after school, especially now they’re a marked death eater? i guess only time will tell… — playlist || pinterest 

→ NAME: amycus apollo carrow → NICKNAMES: carrow, am, ams, amy, bastard, etc (it’s a long list, most aren’t kind) → AGE / D.O.B.: 26 / 31 october 1950 (soon to be 27) → SPECIES: pureblood wizard → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cismale / he&him → SEXUALITY: not up for discussion → RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and slutty

FAMILY → PARENTS: alcaeus and calliope carrow → SIBLINGS: alecto → COUSINS: none? → PETS: family owls; panther: despina (he loves her); does mookie count as a pet? (the elf says no, but amycus says yes)

LIFESTYLE → BORN:   swindon  , england → RAISED:   england, primarily, but they have a lot of properties and he doesn’t care enough to really think this one out. he likes the house in greece. → CURRENT RESIDENCE:  swindon → NATIONALITY: english, → LANGUAGES: english, russian, bulgarian, greek, french, german, sarcasm, etc → OCCUPATION:  wizengamot seat holder; completed hitwix training, and was looking forward to the dream job, but was unable to accept the position; thanks dick dad → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: yes, yes, yes  → RELIGION: he believes in something, but he won’t tell you what

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES → FACE CLAIM: tyler hoechlin → ETHNICITY: caucasian → HEIGHT: 6′0 → WEIGHT: 210 lbs → BUILD: broad, athletic, stocky   → HAIR: black, short → EYE COLOR: green → DOMINANT HAND: right → SCENT: pine, bergamot, and lemon → NERVOUS HABITS: paces, glares, picks fights (but he does that anyways)

CHARACTER → MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral evil → MBTI: estj → WESTERN ZODIAC: scorpio → SONG: motherfucker got fucked up - folk uke  //  getting away with murder - papa roach

MAGIC → WAND(S): cyprus, doxy wings, 10″, sturdy - picked him at 11; ebony, basilisk skin, 13″, rigid - heirloom wand goes with the wizengamot seat. amycus uses both, daily. → PATRONUS: he can’t make one → BOGGART:  looking into the mirror and seeing his father’s face - then, behind that (over his shoulder) he can see the people he loves, limp, as he’s taken their lives.

BIO

MY BOY IS STILL A DICK - THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE

he’s the oldest twin and yes it fucking matters

he’s also one of the biggest bastards in this bitch and that matters too

to him, but whatever. you don’t earn a reputation for being as awful as amycus without putting some elbow grease and pride into what you do.

surrounded by a dorm full of other bastards amycus would say he had a pretty good time with the bros back in his school days

and yeah, he was a bully.

he was the first carrow marked - being the older twin does have perks (he’s not 100% sure this was one of them but he wasn’t  mad about it either, since he got marked with bas) 

S L Y T H E R S L U T (that didn’t change either, but he might, that’s up to him)

alecto has always been his number one - don’t test this. stop testing this.

loves to build a swamp and/or flood rooms/floors/homes as a petty vengeance

he’s real fuckin petty let’s put it that way

home has never been kind or happy, and since reaching adulthood, amycus (and alecto, usually, they come as a package, always) prefers to live wherever his father is not.

for most of their lives, amycus has taken the brunt of the responsibility and the consequences – even when it wasn’t his fault, he’ll always take the blame for her. 

he can’t stand to see her hurt, so it goes without saying that he couldn’t bear to see her punished for anything -- and the twins were punished a lot over the years.

again, amycus, primarily, but this is because, at the end of the day, most of their problems can be traced back to him, and he refuses to let anyone lay a hand on his sister, whoever that person may be, when he can stop it

by that alone he spoiled her, keeping her from learning about consequences of her actions, though he’ll never say he regrets it

but where their parents continually let them down, they’ve always made up for it for each other.

one day, amycus plans to kill his father, but until that day he bides his time

he’s a dick to almost everyone but he does genuinely care about people

he likes to fight

loves it

he doesn’t need a reason to fight you

he will just throw hands in your general direction

you’ve heard the term, “if you’re good at something, never do it for free?”

well, amycus, is so good at fucking people up, he decided he should make a career out of it.

he couldn’t wait to join the hit-wix training program, and he made it all the way through with excellent marks, only to be gifted the family wizengamot seat on the twins’ 23rd birthday.

he never wanted it, but he’s not allowed to hand it to his sister – and even he knows that’s for the best

surprisingly, you know, amycus is the stable twin.

well, the more stable twin.

marriage has never been something on amycus’ to-do list, and he’s ruined MANY betrothals 

if he calls you by a nickname feel special

he likes cats and stops to pet every cat he comes across and dares you to judge him for it

he hates his parents (he’d be a momma’s boy if his mother wasn’t useless)

has a stabbing problem

(he wouldn’t call it a problem, he’d call it a solution)

prefers the not literature in any …. oddities shop, shall we say

**** can conjure and control fiendfyre****

#dawn:intro #the devil’s in me father .. he’s inside of everything i do || amycus #intro #violence tw #abuse tw #death tw

[fuckingthefictional]

Cross my heart - part 1

Warnings: the extensive use of the word fuck, war, (probably) historical inaccuracies.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fenton!OFC, platonic!John Shelby x OFC.

Read Part 2 here

The station was practically empty, only a few stray people lingered around the grimy platforms. Ready to escape the hellish streets of Birmingham, although no major city was any better. London was just as much if not more of a shithole, as was Liverpool now that Eliza thought about it.

But Birmingham was the worst. It was dirty and crime-riddled and unless you had the money (which most did not) you were almost entirely fucked.

Eliza Fenton grew up with her brother in Small Heath. Harry, was a good few years older than she was and he was always supportive of the actions and plans in her life.

He was there right by her side when she was accepted into aviation school, he knew about her dream to become a pilot. Harry was always there, always there to support you.

Well - most of the time. Enlisting in the war as a pilot was the only time Harry had been completely against an idea of hers.

The fact that she, a young woman, had even been allowed to enlist was enough of a reason for Eliza to sign up. She knew she was a damn good pilot and she never turned down an opportunity to prove herself.

So on the 7th of August 1914, Eliza Fenton enlisted into the 35th RFC squadron. At first, when she arrived at the base it was strange- it was foreign and new. A lot of the other pilots didn’t understand why there was a woman on site.

Eventually, they understood why- Eliza was the best at routine checks, mechanics and overall fighting skills.

Little Tigress they’d call her- Small but feisty.

When Eliza came back to Small Heath, it was nice to see that not much had changed. The streets were still stained with ash, and the people were still absolutely fucking horrible.

It may look the same, but Eliza knew better than that- she knew that everything had changed.

That the men were all struggling to keep up their jobs because of the trauma from the battlefield. That the wives and widows were struggling to keep their heads above the water as the financial weight kept pressing down onto them.That the children would cry out to their fathers and brothers, not knowing they would never get a response. As much as everyone didn’t want to admit, the war had changed the people and not for the better either.

//

Opening the door to the garrison, Eliza allowed herself to become familiar with the loud chatter and smoky atmosphere. She didn’t know how much she had missed the pub before- how much of a comfort the rowdy crowds were.

She walked up to the bar, watching as a young blonde-haired woman served up drinks.

‘She’s new’ Eliza thought to herself. But to her left, she could see the back of her brother’s head, Harry was making small talk through the hatch to the private room.

That could only mean one thing. At least one of the Shelby’s were here.

As much as Eliza hated to remember, the memories kept flooding back in ongoing waves. But she pushed it into the back of her mind.

Instead, the brown-haired beauty walked behind the bar, she had always been allowed behind it- considering she was the sibling of the owner. But as soon as Eliza stepped foot in the area that was off-limits to the patrons, she felt a strong grip on her arm.

“You can’t be back here, Miss.”

Eliza looked up to see the blonde barmaid, she stared coldly at the woman. There was something about her that made Eliza’s body tingle with mistrust.

Ripping her arm away, she continued her walk to her brother. Eliza found herself picking up a bottle of whiskey from under the counter and unscrewing the cap, she took a large swig. The liquid burned her throat but warmed her insides.

The Irish voice spoke again, “Look if you don’t get out from behind the counter. I’ll be forced to ask you to leave.”

Eliza just chuckled, “Aye, good luck trying love.”

The small argument had obviously caught the attention of a few of the drinkers of the Garrison. It slowly fell hushed and the men at the end of the bar turned to face the two women.

Eliza smirked at her brother, “Afternoon, you ugly bastard.”

“Liza?”, Harry paced over and embraced his younger sister in his arms. They swayed gently and soon broke apart. The barman held the young woman at arm's length checking her over for injuries. “You’re back for good, Aye?”

“Aye- I’m back for good.”

//

“Why’d it take you so long to come back?”

They were sat in the private room, it had been left empty after the oldest Shelby left to conduct “business”. It was now occupied by the two Fenton siblings.

“Bloody war office.” Eliza inhaled deeply, the cigarette smoke-filled her lungs, “They said they couldn’t give me a Victoria Cross- said it’d cause too much controversy, ‘cos I’m a bloody woman.”

A look of anger washed across her brother's face, “Bloody bastards, half of ‘em didn’t even go through what you an’ our boys did. Bloody cowards the lot of ‘em.”

Eliza nodded her head in agreement and silently took out a small stack of letters from her purse, she handed them to Harry and motioned for him to read them.

She watched as his eyes skimmed through the writing, his face contorted in anger as he read the contents.

“Fucking, bloody bastards!”

Eliza just replied with a simple shrug, as she watched her older brother rant.

“What do they think their playing at ‘ay? Bloody bastards know what you did for our fuckin’ country for fuck's sake and they can’t even publically acknowledge it.”

Harry was pacing at this point, his hands flailing wildly in anger, “What horseshit! ‘We regret to inform you that your services on March 7th, 1917 must stay within your person.’ They make you sound like a fucking whore- not a bloody soldier.”

“Who sounds like a whore Harry?” A cold voice came from the doorway. Thomas fucking Shelby.

“Ah sorry Mr Shelby, I was just off on one. It’s a family matter you see, government are being bastards.”

Eliza snorted, “When are they not being bloody bastards Haz?”

Her soft voice caught the attention of the middle Shelby. He smirked slightly, “I like her.”

He walked into the room as Eliza began to put away her things, the opening of the door indicated the appearances of the other Shelby brothers.

“Eliza bloody Fenton!”

Eliza’s head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice.

“Y’alright Johnny boy? Still a pompous prick I see.”

The two other brothers looked at the woman incredulously, ready to come to their youngest brothers defense.

John just barked out a laugh, “and you’re still a frigid bitch.” Eliza laughed softly as John wrapped an arm around his old friend, “I say we need a bottle of whiskey and a catch-up.”

Tommy, knocked on the hatch, only for it to be opened by the blonde-haired girl. She glared at Eliza, jealousy radiated off of her face.

“Aye up Grace, can we get some whiskeys in here?”

‘Grace’ nodded silently a flirty smile working its way to her lips. Eliza just rolled her eyes.

John’s voice pulled her back to the room, “So how’ve you been El?”

Eliza let herself laugh, “Oh brilliant,” she said sarcastically, “The post-trauma just really makes my life amazing.”

“That’s what you get when ya’ sleep with our John.”

The youngest Shelby glared at his brother and a low rumbling of laughter momentarily shook the room, as the two older siblings looked back at the young woman sat next to John

“And how do you know our John ‘ay?”

This time it was Eliza and John who shared a look.

Eliza cleared her throat, “We were stationed together for a bit, in France. I saved good old Johnny’s arse on the field.”

Arthur and Tommy just turned to look at John, seeking the truth from their brother. John just gave them a nod- rendering your story to be true.

“Eliza Fenton, flight Seargent and lieutenant of the 35th squadron of the RFC.” She introduced herself and saluted jokingly.

“Some of her squadron were pulled in for ground support in the Somme, Eliza shot down a most of the German artillery men who were shooting at us.” John expanded on his friend’s wartime legacy, “Saved my arse on several occasions.” He clarified.

The room was silent for a moment before Tommy spoke up, “Well I suppose we owe you one Miss Fenton, We’re forever grateful for you actions and saving our John.”

“It’s no problem really. He’d of done it for me.” The sentiment was cut short when Harry knocked on the door and returned with the remaining letters, he was angrily muttering to himself.

“Harry!”

The older brother was red in the face, “I’ll fucking kill them- I swear it!” He slammed the letters on the table.

“You need to calm down.” Eliza chastised her brother, “There’s nothing we can do- believe me I’ve bloody tried.”

She took another deep inhale from the cigarette between her fingers, “there’s no point getting into a piss when you can’t change their minds- just let it go for now, aye?”

Harry just turned and exited the room mumbling profanities under his breath.

“The fuck was that about?”

The pilot turned to her friend, “Read these. They’ll explain everything.”

//

John had the same reaction as Harry.

“What a fuckin’ pisstake.”

Eliza rubbed her temples- it was like deja vu.

“They won’t award you a Victoria cross because you’re a fuckin’ woman.”

She just sighed again, “I always found it funny though- they didn’t even want to give me my fuckin’ ranks when I was over there. Even though I worked hard for the fucking things.” Eliza found herself reaching for the crystal glass once more, “the fuckin’ polish artillery squadron gave a bloody bear a rank with no issue.” The liquid burnt her throat, “but me? It might’ve caused controversy so they took their bloody time deciding.”

“It’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”

Eliza laughed shortly, “you’re tellin’ me. And after all the shit I went through too.”

The girl took a short breath, “look there's absolutely no point in getting annoyed over something out of our control- we’d just be wasting time on something other than getting piss drunk.”

Arthur sent a smirk over in her direction, “I like the way this one thinks.”

//

The rest of the night consisted of the Shelby boys and Fenton girl, knocking back countless bottles of alcohol. It was a nice feeling, to be carefree and not have to worry about the past or future.

Although Eliza had a high alcohol tolerance- she could safely admit that the Shelby brothers were several levels higher than her on the drinking scale.

And if there was one thing that Eliza Fenton knew- it was never to try and outdrink a Shelby.

She knew her limits, and after the 8th round of drinks, Eliza decided to settle instead for her hand-rolled cigarettes.

She and John caught up over the course of the evening- Christ, even Arthur was engaging in conversation.

But the one thing Eliza couldn’t shake off was the cool and calculating gaze from the middle brother. Thomas had barely spoken two words since they’d started drinking.

Any other girl would have been put off by that fact, but Eliza was different. She wasn't there to impress the men of the garrison, she wasn’t beckoning for the attention either.

And yet here she was with Tommy’s full attention and gaze on her frame. Watching her like a meal, or how a predator would look at their prey. Eliza was aware of their past meetings together, even if Tommy didn’t.

#peaky blinder imagine #peakyblinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #harry fenton #grace burgess #grace shelby #ada shelby #polly gray #michael gray #micheal gray #finn shelby #tommy shelby x oc

[catubarca]

Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

im bored. im full of emotions, and am rly missing the HP world... i just want to write down my headcannons for the next gen kiddos tbh.

please remember these are just my opinions? its okay if yours are different. im just bored and want to share my thoughts,,

Teddy Lupin

his name is Theodore Remus “Teddy” Lupin. it’s just what it is

I don’t care what JKR says, to me his name will always be Theodore

i can’t do this “Edward” stuff im so sorry,,,

h u f f l e p u f f

proper school uniform? never heard of it

messy hair, messy clothes

punk rock child

we’re talking like,,,at least two (2) lip piercings ok

absolutely terrible in herbology. do not leave this child alone in a greenhouse, bad things happen

fuckin hoards chocolate

its a problem

dating Victorie Weasley

random bursts of dancing

keeps a lock of hair pink for his mother

lives with the Potters, enjoys pretending to be Ginny to ground his siblings

“Lily, why aren’t you coming out of your room? Dinner’s ready?” “You said I’m grounded! You tell me!” “What? Oh, for the- THEODORE REMUS LUPIN-“

s m i r k s

effortlessly cool,,, but so so dorky,,, in a cool way

Victorie Weasley

ravenclaw!

looks a lot like her mother, Fleur, but inherited those Weasley freckles

a little confused a lot of the time

absolute sweet tooth (teddy abuses this fact a lot)

Mom Friend™

will help you with your homework

always got a book on her

super beautiful and like,,,, the absolute nicest person,,, but

cannot dance

like at all

adores Charms class

a softie you don’t want to cross

“I’m the oldest”

Dominique Weasley

inherited the Classic Weasley Red Hair™

idolises her Uncle Charlie

“I wanna save animals and work with cool dragons, just like Uncle Charlie does!”

Bill almost has a heart attack

always bringing stray animals home

(“is that a lizard in your pocket, Dominique?” “Yes! His name is Blob.” “You know how your father’s afraid of reptiles, sweetheart, you can’t bring it inside.”)

Gryffindor child

favourite class is definitely Care of Magical Creatures, she and Hagrid like to talk about proper care methods for rare creatures

perpetual dirt stains

BIG middle child vibes

doesn’t really label her sexuality… just kinda does what she wants rly

all the pets in Hogwarts love her

rumours are she’s got an innate, natural magical ability to make them all love her

(she feeds them under the table)

it’s a mystery

big advocate for animal rights

f e m i n i s t

willing to throw hands at all times

usually all smiles though

one of those people who use their whole bodies to laugh

kind of an accidental heartthrob

romcoms

Louis Weasley

looks the most like his mother

ravenclaw

absolutely filled with curiosity. always reading or talking or learning

random facts

(how do you even find that sort of information?

you don’t want to know)

coffee boy

sort of musically talented?

he and James Sirius preach the importance of skincare to all who will listen

secretly full of sass and dry wit

vry graceful and fluid

e y e r o l l

awkward smiles? can never smile properly in photos

on the ravenclaw quidditch team

Ravenclaw Prefect

(“You might be older, but I’m taller.” “Fuck off!”)

only watches High Quality™ tv shows/media

kind of a disaster, despite the gracefulness

Molly Weasley

Classic red hair

comes across as a bit uptight, like her father

I don’t care what you think. (She really cares what you think.)

E y e b r o w s

death glares

drinks like 5 cups of coffee in the morning

studies,,, like a lot

definitely a Gryffindor though

mom jeans

always ready to debate a topic. will destroy opponents.

has been trying to start a successful Debate Club for like 4 years now

naturally falls into the position of a group leader

would be a teacher’s pet, if she wasn’t ready At All Times™ to debate the relevancy of the course syllabus or outdated teaching methods

got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait in Headmistress McGonagall’s office.

(Dumbledore’s portrait was laughing, until she turned and ragged on him for a bit. Minerva thought it was absolutely hilarious, so she just let Molly go at it for a while).

full of rage towards everything, but wears a very careful mask of aloofness

to calm down, she likes painting her nails

she’s very good at it

she’s also very good at painting and art in general, weirdly enough

Lucy Weasley

G R Y F F I N D O R

adores shitty puns and has a terrible sense of humour

brown hair, not red

loves to prank people, which makes her Uncle George very proud

Percy complains about her behaviour, but makes sure he knows he’s proud too

(charming all the cauldrons in the potions classroom to scream whenever they’re stirred takes a more complex understanding of spell work than one would expect).

a pit of a punk streak

rly loves hip hop

high key drama queen

does she ever stop yelling? we’re yet to find out

average grades in terms of theory, but she’s the best in terms of applying information

especially for her pranks

has allies throughout the castle, from the portraits to the students

the bigger the prank, the better

but is a firm believer in “confuse, don’t abuse”

all her pranks are mostly harmless

is a surprising lover of older literature, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an influence of her sister

a bit rebellious

Fred Weasley II

name isn’t officially “the second”, but it sounds cooler

James Potter, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley and Fred Weasley are like the Marauders 2.0

says “squad” and “lit” unironically

niche humour

hipster vibes

avid music lover

smiley sunshine child

takes after his mother the most in looks, just like his sister

a chill type of gryffindor

plays quidditch, and is an excellent chaser, just like his mother

the absolute undisputed King™ of puppy-dog eyes

just,,,, beautiful

the True teacher’s pet

hands in his work on time,, asks lots of questions,,, likes helping students understand their work,, what a boy

can hella nyoom

runs so fast

look at him go

as you might expect, loves a good prank. always down for a laugh

Roxanne Weasley

Gryffindor and pROUD

absolute Queen tbh

was definitely Head Prefect or Gryffindor Prefect at some point

loved by the school

absolute legend

G I R L   P O W E R

infectious laughter

has a soft spot for Louis Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy

these poor disaster children,,,, they need a Mother

M O M

big mom vibes

mothers the hell out of all the first years

a feminist through and through

can be found nodding aggressively to Molly Weasley’s semi-deranged, furious ranting

YAAAASS

loves slang. uses so much slang. always up to date with trends and memes

has all the gossip

becomes a mess around pretty girls

absolute blushing, stuttering disaster around cute girls oh my god

her eye make-up game is killer

sparkly

Distinguished Lesbian

Rosie Weasley

did someone say Weasley™?

red hair and freckles and curls oh my

on the autism spectrum, has trouble socialising sometimes

hella passionate about stuff

hangs out with Scorpius and Albus, the Golden Trio 2.0

f em ini st

her jokes are the best. high quality sense of humour.

Ravenclaw

likes to read. it’s quiet in the school library, which is nice.

abysmal at herbology

surprisingly good at Care of Magical Creatures though? Animals are just,,, so much easier to deal with

overall, really good grades though

bit of a silent type, but she’s actually a riot to hang out with

actually pretty good at quidditch? She’s not on the team, and she’s not super interested in playing, but?? She’s not bad??

She can land a solid hit with a beater’s bat

(eyes you judgementally over the top of a book)

dry wit humour

will throw hands over chess

Hugo Weasley

hufflepuff

unbeatable at chess, like his dad

a lost puppy

someone please help this child

softie

kind of low-key emotional

so supportive!! and loyal!! high-key best friend material

foodie. loves food. please feed him.

takes a bit more after his dad appearance wise

loves to cook. spends lots of time with grandma Molly and his dad in the kitchen

Professor Longbottom is his favourite professor, because he’s more chilled and laidback.

other professors and classes fill him with Distress™

loves astronomy too

maths whizz, so good at arithmancy

(“uh, actually-“)

a little bossy, like his mother

is trying so hard

maybe a little too hard

a bit insecure and nervous, but so soft

please treat this child carefully and with love

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

L O U D

a fucking disaster child

what’d you expect, putting “James” and “Sirius” together?

DRAMATIC GASPING

flails his hands around when he talks

s t r u t s

bisexual mess, had a crush on both the Longbottom children at some point

is better than you at everything

including being a different gender

fuck you that’s why

so pretty

he’s so pretty

is thIS CHILD EVER NOT LAUGHING AT SOMETHING OH My god

laughs at everything

all the time

always

high-key emotional

badly timed finger guns

looks like a model in photos? wtf?

gets invited to Girls Nights™

wears nail polish and makeup

loves to yell at people about gender roles and defying stereotypes

TEA SIS

not on the quidditch team surprisingly enough, even though he’s pretty good

prefers to be in the stands, doing A+ commentary on the games

if he can get Fred to stop mid-air due to unbearable, suffocating laughter at least once a game it’s a win in his books

has it OUT for the hufflepuff quidditch team and no one knows why??

definitely makes puns on his name

it drives everyone insane

harry always replies he’s just making his namesake proud

that also drives everyone insane

smug lil shit

Albus Severus Potter

“It’s just Al.”

S L Y T H E R I N

will always find a way to get what he wants, eventually

“dad, why did you name me this way?”

unimpressed

sigh

hella smart. is topping at least five classes

Aunt Hermione is his favourite. She’s the fucking Mistress of Magic! All that power, the ability to make change and improve the Magical World as a whole-

sass master

the reason headmistress mcgonagall keeps a bottle of scotch under her desk at all times

the only potter child to inherit The Eyes™

absolute insomniac

kind of emo, but turns into a fucking softie around Scorpius Malfoy it’s hilarious

adverse to violence. prefers a verbal beatdown method

really tall? despite having shorties for parents??? no one saw it coming

(especially not Teddy. He’s always scared of losing his last few inches of height)

Functional Gay

he’s on the slytherin quidditch team, as a seeker

Lily Luna Potter

Gryffindor

FEMINIST

do not mess with lily luna potter

she may seem cute and sweet, but she will destroy you

inherited her father’s black hair

disaster lesbian

transfiguration is her favourite subject, by far

has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Existential Crisis Father-Daughter Bonding Time™

do you ever sleep?

takes after Ginny the most in personality

also, kind of the most like James Fleamont Potter in personality, too?

Loves to help her brother out with pranks, laughs at him when he gets caught and she gets away with it

The only one of the Potter Children who hasn’t got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait

because she just ignores him instead

loves talking to the portraits around the castle

Super good at Quidditch, is on the team as a Chaser

Quidditch Captain at some point

adores Hagrid, but who out of the Potter children doesn’t?

Idolises Minerva McGonagall

just as oblivious as her father

Scorpius Malfoy

Actually in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, much to many people’s surprise

abSOLUTE DADDY’S BOY

super close with his dad

Draco is just so supportive of like everything he does (unlike his father)

classic blonde malfoy looks

actually really funny?

a cuddler. loves hugs. always leeching warmth off of someone

he and Rosie sometimes finger-tip-touch which is their version of a hug, because he know’s she’s not super comfortable with touch

was basically adopted by the Weasley’s and Potter’s

James Sirius will murder for this child

booknerd, always rambling to Al and Rosie about new books coming out he’s interested in reading.

has had a crush on Albus Potter since like 1st year

always worried about making his dad proud, and keeping up the Malfoy name

sweet tooth

he’s just,, soft. just a warm, happy child. he wants love, and affection. someone tell him he’s doing okay, please.

needs,,, validation,,,

he’ll tell you out loud that he has no favourite aunts or uncles, but he secretly really likes spending time with his Uncle Ron

they had a talk, once, in like the middle of the night at a sleepover with Rosie and Al, about feeling insecure in comparison to others, and learning to be proud of yourself for your achievements

there were a few tears, but it was nice

Ron was actually the third person he told, besides his dad and Rosie, about having a crush on Al

openly a disaster romantic. trash taste in romance novels.

always welcome in the Potter-Weasley households

#harry potter #harry potter next generation #next generation headcannons #headcanon #it's just my opinion #please don't hurt me #teddy lupin #victorie weasley #dominique weasley #louis weasley #molly weasley #lucy weasley #fred weasley #roxanne weasley #rosie weasley #rose weasley #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #scorpius malfoy #scorbus #scorpius x albus #next gen hp #next gen harry potter #next gen kids #headcannons #headcannon #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #269

“why aren’t you scared of me, why do you care for me, when we all fall asleep, where do we go?”

What’s your sexual orientation? Bisexual. What are you obsessed with right now? lol y'all know my staple stuff I'm always obsessed with, so two recent ones are Skillet (I've been binging soooo hard) and drawing again! What piercings do you want? A lot, jfc. More than any, I want collarbone dermals once I lose enough weight to where they're prominent. I've been on a goddamn weight loss plateau for two years. What’s your favorite show to binge? None. I generally don't enjoy binging too much. Do you watch porn? No, not interested. Do you have a secret sideblog? lol this survey blog. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? No. I very briefly considered getting one pierced, but I won't. Are you angry with anyone right now? Not like... actively. But passively it's there. What tattoos do you want? I refuse to die until I'm P A I N T E D  F O R  T H E  G O D S. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? Absolutely paperback books. It feels more "real," something to dive into, and it's easier to see and understand how far you're in. We talked about this in Writing once, was an interesting convo. Plus the smell of books, aaaaaahhhhh. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yes How many followers do you have? On here? *checks* 265. Do you read erotica? No, I'd feel SUPER uncomfortable. That's why 50 Shades has never appealed to me. Have you ever gotten into an accident with you parents’ car? No. Ever thought of just picking up and moving far away? Oh yes. What’s the wallpaper on your computer? My lock screen is the Halo of the Sun from SH, and my actual desktop wallpaper is my favorite closeup of my late pup Teddy. What is the last thing/person you took a picture of? Probably a stupid Facebook meme to show Sara or something lmao. Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular. Otep. Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)? I'm sure I could. What is the first vehicle you recall your parents/guardians owning? Mom had a blue/greenish van for most of my childhood, while Dad had this old tan thing that he nicknamed "Frida the Cheetah" lmao. He had that damn car forever. Have you ever seen counterfeit money? Not knowingly. Have you ever lost a pet you were attached to? Well of course. I grew up with tons of pets. What was the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? Probably texting back "fuck you" to Mom when she was being really shitty when I was having a breakdown. Pick one: laundry, dishes, or vacuuming? I'd pick vacuuming over the others any day. Have you ever moved and had to change schools growing up? No. You are forced to move out-of-state. Where do you go? I literally want to move to Canada. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; choose your route. Back roads, probably. You’re going to be a mom/dad; what do you think/do? Have a fucking panic attack. Are you more likely to give up or persist when you’re having trouble? It really depends on the seriousness of the situation, but in most cases I've actually faced, give up. Do you resemble one parent more than the other? I don't think so. Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; do you give them one of yours? If we're compatible, yes. Name a big life event that has taken place for you within the last 2 years. Nothing because my life is incredibly monotonous and stagnant. Name one difficult lesson you’ve learned. Life isn't fair, and life doesn't care. Name one thing you look forward to as you get older. Hey, let's hope I can be a functioning adult before I'm 70. Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying? Yes. Will you usually admit it when you’ve made a mistake? Yeah. Does stress ever affect you physically? If yes, how? Oh, yes. My stomach will absolutely hurt and I sweat more than normal (I say "normal" because I have hyperhidrosis). Did you have a money box as a kid? What shape was it if you did? I don't remember... I know we didn't regularly get an allowance or anything like that, but maybe I'm sure I stored money I was given somewhere? Has kids TV ever frightened you? As a kid, I both watched and feared Courage the Cowardly Dog, lol. Do you have any potted plants in your house? No. If you were born outside of your era, when would you want to be born and why? Early '80s! What a time for music, metal fashion, and fun. If you ran a store, what would you sell/have? IF I was more knowledgeable on more species, probably reptiles and more proper care materials and give advice that's not shit. Places like PetSmart and Petco just... disgust me. What part in a movie would you love to play? If I was confident in acting, probably the maniac lmao. I've experienced enough Crazy for that. What's the oldest article of clothing you own? I don't really know, but I do know Mom has a lot of my and my siblings' shirts as we've grown up to knit together a blanket one day. Fuckin cute as hell. What piece of furniture have you replaced the most? The couch. What instrument do you wish you could be more than great at? Guitar, with that electric twist anyway. What’s the best part of your favorite movie? When Simba roars atop Pride Rock in the storm and all the lionesses join in FUCK I get goosebumps out the WAZOO. What do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? Twizzlers, disgoosting. If you could only debate two topics the rest of your life, what would they be? LGBTQ+ rights is #1, then... hm... probably the pro-choice argument. Or just women rights in general. Out of your friends, who would you say you are most jealous of, artistically? Oh man, my friend Mini. She drew pretty well when we were young, but her skill like... increased exponentially with time. She doesn't draw in a *style* I'm envious of, but that growth tho. Most jealous of….intellectually? Girt. What is broken that you have, that you wish was fixed? My brain lmao. A famous person you have met? Nobody. Who were the last five people to text you? Dad, Sara, Ashley, Mom, and my grandma. What is your favorite book that you had to read for school? The Outsiders. Think of the last two people you kissed. Who was more fun? I've explained the "idk if *I* ever actually kissed Girt" before, but just for the sake of the question, I'll just count him. I tbh hated it only ever because why were your lips always wet, sir???? The latest person was Sara, and she kissed fine. If your house was burning down and you only had sixty seconds to grab one or two things, what would you grab and why? Roman and Venus because they're family and I adore them. Out of all the concerts you have been to, which band/singer was the best performer? Alice was great! When was the last time you went miniature golfing? For Jason's and my second or third anniversary, so a long time ago. What’s a song you like from a genre you hate? I always answer this question with a country answer, so let's go rap. Hm. OH, probably a Post Malone song. I actually don't mind him. If you had twin girls what would you name them? Alessandra indisputably, and then the other... maybe like, Josephine. Especially as twins, I'd want two gorgeous, less-heard names. What kind of condoms do you use? I don't use any because I'm not sexually active. Do you say years young or years old [ex: 16 years young or 16 years old]? Man, I miss the days I could confidently say "years young," lmao. Do you have any personality disorders? Avoidant, yes. I'm pretty convinced I have dependent PD, too. Do you shave your arms? Armpits, yes, but not my entire arms. What do you dip your fries in? Ketchup or honey mustard. Has one of your good friends ever moved away? Damn, yeah. I particularly remember this girl from elementary school in I think the 5th grade that I was very close with, yet I don't remember her name now. What color car are you when you play The Game of Life? Dude idr the colors at all. Which hair color do you find the ugliest? I've seen it be pulled off, but generally, yellow. Would you date a guy that wears more make-up than you do? Hell yeah man you fuckin strut that shit. Did you ever play M.A.S.H. when you were little? Ah, I remember that! Sure did. If you were getting married, who would be your maid of honor? My mom. If you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? No, but I would of course. Do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not any more than the average person. Do you chew gum on a regular basis? No. List all of your features that you have ever got compliments on: Do you mean just physical? If that's the case, hair, eyes, smile, uh... I feel like that's it. WAIT I can't remember who but someone once called my nose cute. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon, and if not, would you ever want to go in one? No; yes. What type of computer do you have? It's an Acer Nitro 5. Is anyone else in the room with you right now? My snake. Do you whiten your teeth with crest white strips? Not Crest, but a different brand, yes. I hate my teeth. Do you listen to local bands? Not really. I will sometimes listen to an old friend's band, at least bits of what they post on Facebook. Nova Mortis, check 'em out if you like pretty heavy metal. Do you have a pool in your back yard? No, but damn do I wish. Do your parents fight? Do they even talk at all? That's why they're divorced. They, especially Mom, avoid doing so whenever they can. Do you drink alcohol on New Year’s Eve? Usually. Do you wear rings? Just one, a friendship ring w/ Sara. Are there any restaurants in walking distance to your house? It'd be quite a long walk, at least by my standards. What was the last picture you uploaded to your Facebook? A picture of Mom and me. Have you ever listened to the same song on repeat for hours on end? YES. When I find a song I really like, I become VERY obsessive. Like I will play it and play it and play it for days. I in general have an extremely obsessive personality. Do you like staying in hotels? I don't have much of an opinion. It's a nice change of space, though. Are musicals interesting or boring? They're cheesy to me. What is your favorite scent of incense? (If you burn it) Okay, HEAR ME OUT. There is legit a kind called "monkey farts" that smells SO FUCKIN GOOD. Jason used to burn incense in his room all the time and that was my favorite one, so I use it now. Where do you normally hang out on the weekends? At home. I'm always at home, regardless of the day. Can you tune a guitar by ear or do you need a tuner? I never could. Do you like love songs? Generally, yes. They're sweet. Would you rather drink 7Up or Sprite? Fun fact: Sprite used to be my FAVORITE soda as a kid. I even had a fuckin Sprite shirt. Now, I hate it. I haven't tasted 7UP in forever. What is your favorite song as of right now? I'm seriously digging Halocene lately, esp their cover of "bury a friend." Have you ever sex texted? This is gonna sound so stupid, but I'm actually not *totally* sure what that is? Just like, dirty talking or like, virtually RPing sex? The former I did when I was fuckin 12 like a goddamn idiot, but not the latter. When's the last time you went out of state? A year and a half (I think?) ago to visit Sara. What was your favorite TV show last year? I didn't *really* have one, at least not actively. Like I didn't devoutly watch anything. Would you know who to talk to if you wanted weed? HAHA I sureeeee do. I wouldn't want any, though. What is your favorite Beatles song? "Hey, Jude." If you could kiss anyone right now, who would it be? I don't want to think about this. What is your favorite energy drink? I don't like energy drinks. Way too intense. Have you ever been to Hooters before? No. When's the last time you tripped? (Literally or, you know) HA, funny I take this survey today because my left foot is either broken or I seriously tore a ligament in it because I fell yesterday. I had to go up a dose on my medication that helps my nightmares, but it's notoriously for lowering your blood pressure, and mine is naturally low. I got up to go to the bathroom and grab breakfast and many times nearly passed out from being so dizzy until I finally fell and my foot bent forward. I couldn't even walk by myself yesterday and am still really struggling today. Our family friend brought the boot she wore when she broke her foot over just a while ago, but if this doesn't help, Mom's demanding I go to the ER. Can you touch your toes? I don't know HOW I can, but I can, I guess from when I did yoga daily and I could pretty much go under my feet. What would you say is the best feeling in the world? Being in love and knowing they're in love with you, too. Have you ever “spoken” to any celebrities via Twitter? No. Do you like croissants? YESSSSSSSSSSS. Do you get a lot of traffic outside your house or not? Yes. Mom explained to me why one day because I'd asked, but idr what she said. Do you eat cereal bars? No, I'm a granola bar person. Would you consider yourself healthy? Uh no. Assuming you could speak and understand the language, would you ever study in a foreign, non-English speaking country? Sure, for like a year or so! Doing that in Germany would be amazing. Are you on any prescribed medication? A lot. Do you know any immigrants? I know an illegal one that got deported. I probably know others. Have you ever lived in university or college accommodation before? No. If you haven’t already, are you scared of leaving home? If you have, do you like it? Very scared. I'm just very dependent and ignorant on how to be an adult. If you could only eat one vegetable for a year (not including potatoes) what would it be? Broccoli. Do you have a certain routine in the bath or shower? What is it? Shave, shampoo, facial scrub, this exfoliating brush for your feet, and then body wash. Is there anything that you loved a year ago but just can’t stand now? Hm. I don't really know. What’s the weirdest meat you’ve ever eaten? I took the SMALLEST bite out of it because I couldn't stomach eating it, but after a lot of convincing I tried a microscopic bit out of deer jerky. If you smoke, what brand of cigarettes do you smoke? If you don’t, have you ever tried? Don't smoke and don't want to. Do you like dried fruit at all? what’s your favorite type? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

#survey #questions #quiz

[foolishs-blog1]

☾     ▹     °     ⋅     aaron     tveit          /          thirty   -  five          /          cis     male          ;          have     you     had     the     chance     to     meet     gabriel     crowley          ?          he     has     lived     in     old     sprigg     for     thirty     years     ,     gaining     a     reputation     for     being     quite     intrepid     ,     romantic     ,     tragicomic          &          tenebrous     .     this     pansexual     gemini     can     be     found     around     the     clover     and     he     works     as     a     lawyer          &          playwright     .     most     people     tend     to     associate     them     with     expensive     shirts     undone     at     the     throat     and     rolled     up     to     the     forearms     ,     and     the     passenger     seat     of     a     well     -     loved     car     piled     with     reusable     coffee     cups     ,     half     -     scribbled     drafts     and     case     briefs     alike     .

this  was  meant  to  go  up  earlier  but  i  fell  asleep  and  then  my  laptop  decided  to  reboot  itself  and  i  lost  all  my  progress  and  i  kind  of  had  a  breakdown  over  it .  anyways   !   i’m  vanya ,  i’m  20 ,  i’m  writing  from  aest / hell ,  and  i  tend  to  use  she/they  pns .  i’m  the  world’s  worst  law  student ,  so  catch  me  whipping  up  lengthy  emotional  responses  when  i’m  meant  to  be  writing  letters  of  advice  n  whatnot   !   this  is  the  first  of  two  intros ,  so  bear  w  me   --- -   but  without  further  ado ,  here’s  the  loml ,  gabe   !

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚘𝚗𝚎     .          x          𝗱𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿     .

full  name:  gabriel  arthur  crowley .  

nicknames:  goes  primarily  by  gabe .

age:  thirty - five .

date  of  birth:  june  sixteenth .

place  of  birth:  old  sprigg ,  missouri .

occupation:  local  lawyer ,  aspiring  playwright .

gender  identity  &  pronouns:  cisgender  male ,  he/him .

sexual  identity:  pansexual .

romantic  identity:  panromantic .

western  zodiac:  gemini .

hogwarts  house:  gryffindor .

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚝𝚠𝚘     .          x          𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆     .

so ,  gabriel  is  from  a  pretty  prominent  family  in  old  sprigg   --- -   they’ve  been  living  there  for  generations ,  and  lay  claim  to  a  mom  and  pop  convenience  store  in  the  centre  of  town .  the  crowleys  aren’t  wealthy  wealthy ,  but  they  are  comfortable  (  which  is  what  rich  people  say ,  but  whatever  ) .  he’s  the  oldest  of  his  five  siblings  (  wcs  that  i’ll  probs  pop  in  later ,  oops  )  and  the  responsibility  of  taking  care  of  the  shop  has  fallen  to his  younger  sister .

just  for  reference ,  the  family  structure  is  below   !   they  range  from  35,  obvs,  to  27 .  they  were  all  born  in  quite  quick  succession .  bold  indicates  twins   !

gabriel .

younger sister .

younger sister .

younger brother .

younger sister .

growing  up ,  he  was  quick  to  assume  responsibility  and  play  the  protective  older  brother   --- -   he  helped  get  lunches  ready  in  the  morning ,  helped  cook  dinner ,  helped  look  after  the  younger  four  ;   he  adapted  well  to  the  responsibility .  he’s  always  been  quite  mature  in  that  respect ,  always  choosing  to  go  home  and  help  with  the  younger  kids  than  to  go  out  and  party  and  whatnot .  

throughout  his  childhood ,  he  showed  incredible  promise  with  language .  he  was  a  keen  reader ,  and  developed  a  taste  for  classic  literature  early  on .  his  teachers  understood  that  and  responded  to  it  well ,  and  fostered  that  love .  by  the  time  he  was  in  fourth  grade ,  he  was  being  sent  off  to  do  much  more  advanced  work .  he’s  maintained  this  love  for  literature  and  language   --- -   an  entire  room  in  his  house  is  dedicated  to  all  of  his  books .  (  he’s  formed  his  own  little  library ,  and  he’s  not  mad  about  it .  )

somewhere  in  high  school ,  he  was  introduced  to  the  possibility  of  doing  law ,  and  fell  head  over  heels .  there  was  something  about  its  innate  intricacies ,  the  interweaving  of  theory  and  language  and  cleverness  that  spoke  to  his  soul .  he  started  discussing  the  idea  with  his  parents ,  who  jumped  at  the  idea  of  having  a  lawyer  in  the  family  again  (  bc  who  the  fuck  wouldn’t  )   --- -   they  eventually  decided  on  a   university  in  kansas  city ,  and  before  he  even  realised  it ,  he  was  applying .  

he  moved  out  of  the  family  home  at  eighteen ,  car  loaded  with  boxes  and  heart  full  of  sorrow  and  the  inexplicable  joy  of  what  was  to  come .  he  can’t  say  he’s  sorry  for  leaving ,  but  he  will  admit  that  it  was  hard  .  living  in  such  a  close - knit ,  beautiful  family ,  you  get  very  attached  to  the  people  around  you  and  having  to  leave  is  a  pain  like  no  other .  (  he  drove  home  every  chance  he  could ,  brought  books  and  records  for  his  younger  siblings  to  swap  around ,  told  stories  of  university  life  with  only  a  touch  of  embellishment ,  bc  no  one  wants  to  hear  another  story  abt  how  you  stayed  home  on  friday  night  rereading  the  iliad  again .  )

he  pretty  much  cruised  through  uni  on  high  marks ,  tbh .  in  his  latter  years  he  became  a  tutor  and  peer  mentor ,  but  he  pretty  much  stuck  to  himself  for  most  of  his  time  there .  he  dabbled  in  theatre  arts ,  stage  managed  and  starred  in  a  few  shows ,  but  for  the  most  part  he  stuck  to  his  own  guns  and  got  through  uni  the  way  he  wanted  to .  it’s  here  that  he  starts  drafting  ideas  for  his  own  plays ,  but  he  doesn’t  take  them  too  seriously .  he  tends  to  write  them  as  a  detox  from  writing  legal  essays ,  and  his  first  ones  aren’t  great  but  they  get  better  and  better  as  time  goes  on .

after  he  graduated  with  first  class  honours ,  gabe  started  looking  for  work  and  after  a  month  of  relative  unemployment  (  there  was  a  whole  lot  of  greasy  takeout  and  near - teary  breakdowns  experienced  that  month ) ,  he  got  the  job  of  an  absolute  lifetime   --- -   working  as  a  legal  assistant  in  a  firm  in  new  york  city .  he  didn’t  hesitate  about  taking  that  job .

new  york  wasn’t  quite  what  it  was  cracked  up  to  be .  the  rent  on  his  apartment  was  exorbitant ,  moments  of  peace  and  quiet  were  transitory ,  he  was  overworked  and  underpaid ,  but  there  was  still  something  about  it  that  appealed  to  him  like  nothing  else .  he’d  save  his  change  and  go  see  broadway  shows  when  he  could ,  fell  in  love  with  everything  about  the  theatre .  note  that  his  burgenoning  love  for  theatre  didn’t  replace  his  love  for  the  law   --- -   it  merely  grew  out  of  the  same  place ,  that  same  love  for language  and  literature  that  drove  him  into  law .  

he  ended  up  working  in  new  york  for  about  five  years  before  deciding  to  pack  it  in  and  move  back  to  old  sprigg .  there’d  been  a  job  opening  back  home  and  he  was  starting  to  feel  the  urge  to  return  home   ---   so  five  years  ago ,  he  packed  up  his  car  again  and  made  the  long  trip  back  home .  he  doesn’t  regret  leaving  new  york ,  not  at  all .  he’d  made  quite  the  success  story  of  himself  there ,  and  it’s  not  like  he  couldn’t  just  travel  back  and  forth  for  big  cases .  the  firm  was  reticent  to  let  their  ‘  hotshot  little  attorney   ’  go ,  but  it’s  been  the  best  thing  for  him .

he’s  been  back  for  five  years  now .  he  bought  a  house  relatively  close  to  his  parents  and  siblings ,  and  has  since  established  a  small  business  offering  legal  advice  and  taking  on  distance  cases .  he  travels  back  and  forth ,  but  he  loves  it  regardless .  he’s  adopted  three  dogs  and  a  cat ,  all  of  whom  insist  on  sleeping  in  the  bed   --- -   gabe  gets  the  smallest  sliver  of  bed ,  naturally .  he’s  written  two  plays  (  both  of  which  have  been  published  )  and  he’s  starting  work  on  the  third  one  now .

idk  he’s  just  happier  in  old  sprigg  than  he  ever  was  in  nyc  and  he  deserves  that

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎     .          x          𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸𝘀     .

style  inspirations:  spencer  reid ,  the  tenth  doctor .  it’s  a  lot  of  expensive  dress  shirts  and  scuffed - up  sneakers .  when  he’s  actually  in  court ,  he’ll  dress  quite  professionally  but  when  he’s  not ,  he’ll  keep  the  nice  shirts  and  swap  everything  else  out  for  worn  jeans  and  converse  in  varying  colours .  occasionally ,  we’ll  get  a  knitted  scarf .

exhales   ...   big  on  saving  the  environment .  turns  up  to  convenience  stores  with  canvas  bags  in  tow ,  has  a  reusable  coffee  cup  for  every  mood ,  tries  to  make  as  little  waste  as  humanly  possible .  he’s  slowly  weaning  himself  off  of  meat ,  and  he  won’t  go  fully  vegan ,  but  he’s  doing  his  best  to  avoid  meat  and  dairy .  (  yes ,  he  saw  greta  thunberg’s  tedtalk  and  promptly  felt  guilty  and  started  making  changes .  )

used  to  smoke ,  because  it  was  a  social  thing  in  the  firm  he  worked  at  in  nyc .  since  he’s  moved  back ,  he’s  quit .  he’ll  have  one  a  week  if  he  feels  the  need .  

he  did  a  few  shows  in  high  school  and  university .  he’s  got  a  fuckin  beautiful  voice ,  and  if  you  walk  by  at  the  right  time ,  you  can  catch  him  singing  to  himself  and  his  dogs  while  making  breakfast .  

he  jogs ,  bc  of  fucking  course  he  does .

talks  with  his  hands  a  lot .  doesn’t  know  where  he  gets  it  from .

holds  a  regular  saturday  night  movie  marathon  at  his  house  for  friends  and  family  ,  and  seeing  as  fall  is  approaching  it’s  gonna  be  halloween  movies  from  now  on .  he’s  a  sucker  for  a  good  horror  movie .

angelic  in  every  way ,  shape  n  form .  thank  u .

#◜ ❛ : 𝒾. 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 ─ ⊱ intro. #sprigg.intro #is this the best intro i could've written ?? no . but it's an intro

[celestialsunglasses]

♡

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♡ To have my muse talk about their siblings.

"So I have two older sisters. I’m the baby in my family. One of them, Eden is five-ish years older, and Lacey is almost two years older. I haven’t seen either them since before... yeah. I haven’t seen them in like six years. Right now they think I’m dead. They helped pay for the gravestone that’s right next to my wife and kid’s stones. Got a fake facebook to stalk them on, and Eden tends to post about me near my birthday. I’m too scared to correct them right now. They’ve grieved. They’re doing better. I’d... I’d just fuck it up if I went back.” He took a second to frown before shaking his head.

“That wasn’t the point though. My oldest sister has three daughters. All of them are adults, or almost adults now. Eden’s raised them well. She’s a doctor who helps kids. She’s always been so loving and giving. Trusting even to people she maybe shouldn’t have. She tries so hard to help people. She’s also stubborn as shit like the rest of us a lot of the time. She’s intelligent. And observant. Maybe a little nosy. And sometimes she can be annoying because sometimes she thinks she knows more than you about things. But she’s so good. She’s so good. Loyal.”

There was a second to allow that thought to pass, digging his heels to the floor to ground himself better. “Lacey I wasn’t as close to for a long time. Like up til I was seventeen I didn’t allow myself to get close to her for a reason or two. When I was two, and she was I think four, she got really sick. Like deathly sick. My parents didn’t know how to handle that. They weren’t ready to lose their daughter let alone tell their other kid, who hardly knew anything yet, to be prepared to be without her. I don’t think they wanted me to ask questions if I even had them because they didn’t want to admit to the possible answers. So they kinda... separated us a little. Or a lot. She didn’t die, thankfully. But by that point I’d also been going through some other awful things when my family was with her in the hospital, that getting to know her when she got better was really hard. Some of my alters know her better than I did at the time. And then she got sick again a little later. It came back. She survived that too. When we were both teenagers. She’s strong. I still didn’t start getting close to her until I was like seventeen. But when I did we became best friends like we should’ve been from the start. I told her everything. She was the first person I told about the whole being trans thing. And proposing to Sarah. She was supportive when mental health things started coming up, and was there for even the shittiest parts at the start of the healing process without question. Even if it was confusing. She’s kind. And optimistic. And determined. And sassy. And a fuckin’ fierce woman if you piss her off. Like she’ll fuckin’ clock you if you hurt who she loves. And I love her. She’s one of the things I’m tempted to go back for sometimes. Because I miss my best friend.”

#notyourdeadgirlfriend #headcanon #DID mention cw #terminal illness mention cw

[paetyn-spielmacher-blog]

I thought of a beautiful Max headcanon

OK, OK, SO HEAR ME OUT. PLS. we’ve established in the season two finale that Max has some pretty terrible parents, parents who often neglect and possibly abuse him,  and because I,, can just imagine it, Max has several older siblings, and they’re all,,, d i c k s. But WAIT,, he also has three little brothers and a sister. they’d be around 5 when he was 14, as he is currently in a roleplay I’m doing, meaning when he was 10 they’d still be 1. Unable to give him something to look forward to. But this is about Max and his little siblings when he’s older, and they’d be able to brighten his life just a little! so as I’ve said, Max has terrible parents, terrible older siblings,, and four adorable siblings. Because I’m terrible at naming things, I’ll go with Mark, Alex, Anthony and his sister, Melanie. Let me get into their personality traits and how they look. First I’ll do Mark.

                                                            Mark

 Mark is the oldest of the 4, his birthday is the December 27th. He surpasses everyone, save his twin brother, by 10 months. Mark is a whole 5 minutes older than his twin :000000000000000000. Mark enjoys being the oldest because it means he’s like a leader,, or in his imagination a war general or native chief. He is very imaginative and loves exploring, he is not picky and loves a good knight’s tale. Mark is quite tall for his age, he has dark-ish skin (I shouldn’t have to explain this for all of them,, they all have the same skin tone) he has black curly hair, not big like Max’s because he keeps it short,,, like a cool kid B))))))). his eyes are brown and he has freckles all over his face. Mark is a skinny kid, he has full cheeks and often wears green. If you haven’t figured it out yet his favorite color is green.

                                                             Alex

Alex is Mark’s twin, younger by 5 minutes. Alex is pretty much the opposite of Mark, actually. he just loves curling up and watching TV, or getting a book read to him. He doesn’t really care that Mark’s older than him, but enjoys seeing his “older” brother happy, so he keeps to himself. Although Alex has a very open mind as well, and his imagination is quite wild! He loves going outside and laying on the grass, letting the little critters crawl on his arms and his legs, he has a butterfly net for catching butterflies and other creatures as well. Alex is of average height and has his wispy black hair in a certain kind of style,, it’s hard to explain so I’ll give an example of the haircut’s shape. 

looks kind of like this, but black. alex is more on the chubby side, although not too chubby, just,, chubby-ish. Alex loves the color pink! although he wears anything he can find in his messy drawers to school.

                                                    Anthony

Anthony is the second youngest. He was born about an hour before his twin sister, so at around 11:30 PM on October the 29th. Anthony is an extremely wild child. He loves to run, climb, and jump! Anthony is on an infinite source of adrenaline, and he loves just about everything! He may not be very smart, nor will he grow up to be, but he sure has things ahead of him. His favorite activity is biking in the rain. He loves the feeling of the droplets on his bare arms,, face, legs, and feet. Anthony is slightly above average height-wise and has a Michael Jackson haircut,, let’s just say Max educated him in Michael’s music and he loved it. He has green eyes and some freckles on his cheeks. Anthony is of average weight, he loves all things teal and often wears tank tops and shorts and sandals. Well,, not in the winter.

                                                     Melanie

Last, but certainly not least, we have Melanie! Melanie was born on October 30th,, at about 12:30 AM, an hour after her twin brother Anthony. Melanie isn’t like her other siblings. Melanie is extremely shy, and anxious when it comes to meeting people. she speaks ever so quietly and often if she is speaking to a family member won’t speak English at all if she is in public. Melanie is extremely intelligent, especially for her age. One might call her a child genius! Melanie loves the outdoors,, but not bugs or other little critters,,, Melanie likes snakes. Sometimes her and Max would go on little strolls, looking for snakes, and if they found one she’d pet it, and let it travel her arm. Melanie is a tall, skinny girl with very long curly hair. One of her eyes is a similar blue to Max’s, while the other is brown like Alex and Marks’. her face is decked out in freckles and she needs glasses to see well. Her favorite color is magenta. she often wears sweaters and jeans, and loves putting cute stickers all over her shirts

Well, that’s it for the little siblings! thank you for listening, please feel free to do whatever you want with this headcanon. You could move on and completely forget, you could use this headcanon, you could make art of this, you could even repost it! Just remember, if you end up reposting, please do not take all of the credit for this idea, thinking of all of this took time! Please do not bash me for this, you don’t see me going around putting headcanons down, now do you? if you don’t like it or don’t see it happening just don’t say anything and move on. I literally only wasted 5 minutes of your day and it’ll waste even more time for you to start arguing with me. I made this headcanon so I could give Max just a little amount of happiness. I know while these siblings seem way too good to be true, and in reality most siblings are complete assholes, the kids can be pretty annoying when it comes to their passions. They’re just too fuckin adorable to hate

#campcamp #ccMax #cc #ideas #headcanons #lil siblings #happiness+Max

[bcbyies]

damn maggie, back at it again playing these damaged bad boys. hi all! i’m literally so excited to play this lil tol nugget because he’s been born in my heart for like ... a good week or so. anyway i’m maggie, hit me up if you wanna plot because my messages are 100% always open for you. 

baby goes by ray because he fuckin hATES his name. so jot that down. if you call him baby you’ll catch these fists.

except like his siblings always call him baby, and they’re the exception.

BABY HAS LIKE...LIVED A LIFE LEMME TELL YOU.

he is the oldest of five children. FIVE. there are three boys, and a lil girl ( aka the princess of his heart ok ) there is a fifteen year old brother kaid, a ten year old brother tai, & five year old twins raylene & sire.

so to understand the present we must travel to the past; baby’s home situation was never ‘normal’. for the majority of baby’s childhood his parents were alcoholics & extremely absent parents who spent majority of their sobriety arguring & fighting. moreso his father, but his mother started to go to the deep end shortly after tai was born. ever since then she’s been in and out of their lives and baby’s been raising his siblings. ( i mean he’s always been taking care of them but now they’re like...legally his. )

BABY hates his father, like...despises him for the fact that he could never man up and take care of their family. he was a selfish, useless, deadbeat and baby was extremely glad to see the guy walk out on his own to turn to his addictions( except just the house, the rat would always come snooping around his mother when she was out of the house...thus how the twins were born. ) 

so he’s been kind of...forced to grow up real quick, thankfully he had the means to just graduate, but just that. he’s been deemed ‘the rock’ of the family, having to be strong for his baby siblings. 

in high school he was known to be a skipper & a ‘rebel’. which would mean he was often hanging out with the ‘wrong’ crowds & never took anything seriously. ( despite this  he has a decent iq and knows shit. )

though after his mother finally succumbing to her addictions as well in his senior year baby had to snap out of it and finish high school so he could get a good income to support his siblings.

tbh speaking of knowing shit baby literally knows almost all the dirt in town, mechanics talk a lot of shit on the job lol. 

he’s never really had serious, longterm relationships & fails to really seek that out, this may be due to his emotional state in which it’s never really developed outside of his family due to immense trust issues & his obvious daddy issues.

so when baby was 18 he managed to seek help with child & family services, pleading his case to allow him to take his siblings under his wing & the agency agreed to help him with financing an apartment to fit the five siblings. 

now that he’s older the cps have less involvement in their lives, though do check up on the family now & then. 

baby is like...a closet bi who doesn’t know what to do with that. mostly he avoids it, because he feels he can’t do anything about it. 

so basically baby is a 22 year old dad with four kids and life is like...okay now, but he is very emotionally unavailable, distant and exhausted from the hard work he’s had to endure for his siblings’ well-being. 

in a nutshell...baby is like this cool, reserved, bad boy family man who is like something out of a motorcycle gang book okay. i love him. 

and he’s 100% a self indulgent character, i just wanted to write a 6′4 giant who has a heart of gold who can’t convey feelings properly but MELTS UR HEART when u see him at the store with two TINY children riding his shoulders or holding his hand. be still my heart. 

some plots i’d love to have are his ride or die, best friend, casual flings from the past, a crush on the same sex, emotional reliance companion ( aka someone who sees him when he is vulnerable, but just them alone ), some ex-friends from high school who baby had to cut out in order to support his siblings, ex girlfriend who baby didn’t do right by ??? 

#tallowintro

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Protect - Part 1

@devilsnevercry1388 @tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see @fyreball66

So thought I’d do a Fic where Raven shows off where she shines in the team just a little since I’ve been ignoring her, and yes Anon whether you like it or not in this Universe she is a badass human girl who can do more then you would ever try

Hope everyone enjoys and please let me know what you think

Hold my hand Big Brothers throughout my years and I’ll light the way in the darkness you see

Hold our hands Little sister and we will love and protect you with our lives

........

It’s my turn to protect you guys for once...

She moved to the left as an arrow hit the wall where she had been seconds before running her hands threw her hair brushing the loose strands out of the way so she could see as she dropped to the ground reaching back just in time to stop the blade coming at Mikey’s neck unsheathing the other sword from her back defending the youngest while stopping the sword coming down on her seconds later kicking her foot out fast hitting one man in the gut looking around for her other brothers before she was moving again twisting her hips whipping around to take out one of the Foot soldiers that were slowly surrounding her and her brother

“Retreat you two!” Leo’s hard voice met her ears before she jumped back barely missing the swipe of the enemies sword tapping Michelangelo’s shell before he was bolting for the roof grabbing the fire escape as she sheathed her swords moving to the side keeping the soldiers focused on her so Mikey could get away

She faintly saw a glint of metal that drew her attention upward before seeing why the Foot soldiers weren’t trying to take them down with the weapons they were holding

It was a trap to make them run… to go for the roofs

“MIKEY DROP!!” the youngest let go of the bar he was holding as her cry reached him just in time

The man let an arrow fly barely missing him by mere inches as she bolted forward finding her target disabling one soldier that was carrying a bow and quiver full of arrows seeing he was probably supposed to be on the back lines before plucking up the arrow that had just hit the ground turning to hide in the shadows as the youngest of her older brothers tried to get to the roof again pulling the string back as she saw the soldier pull back his arm letting go before a shrill scream filled the cold air

She saw her brothers look up as the man dropped from the roof hitting the ground which seemed to cease the fight - her aim had been perfect taking out one of their marksman before she was moving again hearing somebody calling orders for them to take out the turtles bowman heading towards where he had dropped grabbing his arrows before falling back once Mikey was to safety seeing Leo waving for Donnie to go now keeping his eyes peeled as she tried to make it to higher ground scanning for others but couldn’t see where they were at

She had got to a lower baring window slipping in fast before something flew past her head sticking in the frame looking out finding the next building had two archers before she was sliding the quiver onto her belts moving her blades lower making sure her weapons were secured before notching an arrow moving back to the window out of their sights raising her arm taking aim before letting one fly seeing the arrow meet it’s intended target before her hand flew back taking down the second guy when he moved to help his comrade

She was instantly out the window as Donatello ducked behind a create as two arrows hit where he had been standing waving him down seeing his eyes signaling where the bowmen were from her as she started moving again waving for him to stay put as Leonardo yelled out seeing an arrow embedded in his shell probably not deep enough to have caused injury but had startled him enough he had made a sound

“Raph get to Donnie back him up” the hothead turtles was still standing there fending off several men as the leader called out an order when she located her next victim seeing unless she got in the open she would miss then saw if he had a target he might inch forward but wasn’t willing to put any of her family members in danger climbing fast for the roof two floors up praying he wouldn’t find a shot before she got there

Raphael took off running across the yard fast making the man shift quickly before he even realized he had just signed his death warrant

“Look out Raph” Leo’s voice ripped through the air making his brother turn looking up as the soldiers arm went back taking aim for the biggest turtle but as he saw he had no chance of escaping the guided projectile the man was hit and falling forward his hands releasing his grip making the arrow drop right with him

The turtles golden eyes shifted to see Raven hidden from sight of anybody her arm still extended from firing her arrow

He moved wondering when the hell she had learned to use a danm bow but didn’t have the time to ask

He saw her spin around before another scream met the night this time to the right heading straight for his cornered brother looking back seeing Leo deflecting arrow after arrow with a quick shift of his blades moving slowly for cover “LEO!” Raven’s terrified scream made him spin around seeing that the blue banded turtle was cornered but couldn’t make a move as an arrow flew past him ducking back with Donatello

The teenager scanned the roofs looking for whoever was firing on her oldest brother before finally seeing three more directly above him all in the open

She was running out of arrows but knew if she could just clear enough of an opening for him to move maybe she could get more after he was safe, Leo hadn’t seen her yet so he couldn’t give her away but she had to be quick; her first arrow hit as she released the second which found it’s mark just as the third man realized what had happened but his attempts to move back were useless as he was disengaged without a sound

The eldest turtle looked around fast when the arrows stopped before she was bolting across the roof notching one of her last arrows looking for a body close by finally stumbling across one archer that she hadn’t seen slowly sneaking up behind him drawing her blades silently turning one in her hand fast hitting him in the temple just to knock him unconscious stealing his remaining arrows before taking his  mask since she was basically wearing black quickly wrapping her hair into a bun putting it on fast as she climbed up on his place fast looking over the ship yard seeing from here she could see all her brothers including Mikey who was waving for Raphael and Donnie to go that way

But this spot also gave her a good vantage point over the Foot’s men grinning as she hunkered down grabbing her radio clicking the side to turn it on before she was back to readying for the next shot

“Raph if you can hear me Mikey’s on the roof to your right waiting on you.” His hand flew to his shoulder as she lifted her bow taking aim across from her towards both of the turtles making sure the arrow was aimed a good five feet above their heads keeping her cover from getting blown too soon if one of the men looked her way “Count to three and make a run for it… straight across and up the fire escape as fast as you can”

“Are ya outta yer fuckin’ mind kid?” she smirked seeing him looking around for her but didn’t see where she was perched from the dark shadow that hid her from anyone looking her way

“Raven we’re pinned down here… I got two in my sights” Donnie’s voice held the same tone as Raphael’s but was more collected and calm as he peaked out to look around their cover his eyes landing on her then the man in her sights as he notched his own arrow seeing he was about to have an opening “We’d never make it before one of them got us”

She quickly rolled her arm seeing the man across from her signaling for her to take the shot; she had enough training and had watched these morons long enough it was easy to decipher “You two trust me right”

The low growl that met her ears made her smile as she tightened her grip on the bow “Of course ya little shit… but-”

“Good look up eleven o’clock where that first soldier is” their eyes came up looking right at her seeing something in their stance that registered as one of those ‘Oh shit’ moments when they saw they were in a soldiers crosshairs “Now to seven” Donnie looked over seeing the next one but his eyes landed back on her telling her she had been right “If I was a soldier in the company of Shredder you two would already be dead… now move while I got you covered”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me…?”

“Good to know you two have so much faith in me” she grinned behind the mask before her arm went up fast taking out her target silently seeing Donnie’s eyes fly over as the soldier disappeared from his sights looking back seeing who was over them “Goodbye” the bow was back to being aimed at them sliding the next arrow into place as she scanned for the next easy target

“Hiding in plain sight – nice work little sister” she laughed as they slowly stepped out watching for movement as they took off following them with her arm until she saw they were to the fire escape waving for Leo to move

They were over the edge of the roof before she found her last target which was watching for Leo to move over so he’s have a clean shot before she saw him raise an arm “Leo – don’t move to the left until I say”

“No problem” he sounded tired panting for breath as she raised her arm to answer the soldier back before he lifted his bow as she saw Raphael inching forward before he lept over the side going to back Leo up as he finished off the last of the men on the ground turning to scan for more before she lifted her arm taking aim at the oldest turtle seeing his body going limp as he dropped his arms

She held her breath watching as the biggest of her siblings landed “Raph bolt” he was at Leo’s side before the soldier had time to get a good aim “Donnie you see any more archers or is this guy the last”

“From here I see one – but you have the better vantage point”

She took a deep breath trying to get the two turtles a clear escape but could see either way they went was going to put them in the bowman’s line of sight finally waving for him to back off sending a signal for him to back down and let her take the shot waiting until he had lowered his arm removing the sharpened point before raising her arm “Leo… Raph I got one guy but he’s watching me really close I’m gonna take a shot at you but don’t move no matter what I’m putting this at your feet then I need one of you to yell out like I hit you”

“Just shoot him and get it over with”

“I would but I’m in the open – I can’t see any other guys so I can’t tell if it’s clear for you to run”

“Raven don’t shoot the ground fire at me” she looked closer as Raphael shifted turning his shell to her giving her a target to hit before she shifted slightly taking aim

“Leo make sure you catch it, left shoulder 34 degrees to the west” a small nod from her older brother was enough for her to release the arrow watching as it hit the turtles shell with a low thunk as Leo snatched it before Raphael gave a low yell

“NO RAPHAEL!!!” she grinned seeing the soldier punching at the air thinking she had taken at least one out celebrating too soon

“RAPH!” she saw Mikey yell out drawing the soldier’s attention from her as she reached back grabbing another quickly notching it as he aimed for the two younger turtles but he never got the chance to draw it back before she had put him down with barely the slightest sound

“Maybe we should change my name to Karma”

“That won’t change how big of a bitch ya are”

She gave a small giggle hearing Leonardo get on to him and the other laughing as she slung the bow over her arm standing up to get down from her perch “Coming down now” she was barely on her feet when she felt a hand go around her neck yanking her down from the side of the wall tossing her to the ground

“Fucking bitch”

The man she had knocked out grabbed her by her shirt yanking her up slamming her body against the brick wall behind him as she cried out in shock as his fist landed the first hit before she got a knee to her side trying to pull away from him as he let her drop to the roof his boot landing in her stomach as she pushed herself up hitting the ground “Raven – Hey what’s going on?” the teen couldn’t respond as the breath was knocked out of her over and over snatching up the discarded arrow head as he pulled her up from the ground his hand wrapped around her throat “Raven? Talk to me little sister” she spun around fast jamming the sharpened metal into his flesh hearing him screaming in agony scrambling to get away but was in a headlock instantly yanked up from the ground kicking wildly as he moved forward to the ledge fighting to get free from his grasp

“I-I was wrong… just-found one more…”

She grabbed his arm digging her nails into his skin trying to make his grip loosen before reaching back drawing one arrow from the holder swiping at him making him drop her turning the second her feet hit the gravel “Kid talk to us-” he grinned at her shoving the teen hard making her stumble back as she pulled her bow notching the last second as her feet hit the ledge trying to steady herself even as she swayed losing her footing starting over the side “Where’s he at kid? Answer me!”

“In front of me…”

Their eyes flashed up seeing her arm draw back before losing her balance letting it fly as she tumbled over the side hearing a man’s pained scream as she fell dropping fast unable to grab for the ledge as she made sure he wouldn’t hurt her brothers

~~ To Be Continued.... ~~

*Giggles* Maybe... Hope you enjoyed

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[britneyshakespeare]

6, 9, 16, 23, 41, 49, 53, 59

6. which genres of music do you tend to like the best?

I don’t know. It sounds kinda typical but at this point in my life I just like whatever feels most heart-felt and well put together or interesting or… some other quality that can make a song feel appealing. In my life I’ve listened to by far mostly rock and pop music (and of that, rock much more than pop) and I feel most confident offering my opinions of artists in those genres. But. I can’t say I don’t enjoy music outside of that at all.

I don’t know. Maybe psychedelic rock or folk if I had to pick. Jazz is also up there, and soft rock. OOOH and definitely music hall. I love me some music hall.

9. album of the year?

So far I’m giving it to the new Dorothy album 28 Days in the Valley but obviously Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino knocked my socks off too. And I really wanna see what’s coming up w the Struts’ new album, whenever the hell that comes out. They just dropped their first single in almost a goddamn year. Idk what’s goin on w their label but they need to get their shit together and promote my boys.

16. what kinds of music were you raised on?

I wouldn’t say I was raised on any kinds of music so much as I was raised with certain songs and artists. I’m a life-long Beatles fan and it’s kind of cliche to say “oh my parents got me into (X old band or artist)” especially if it’s the Beatles but to be honest I wouldn’t say they influenced me in that respect that much, I’m the youngest of four children so I had a lot of my ways shaped by my siblings, especially my brothers who are 4 and 6 years older than me as opposed to my twin sister who, being my age, was learning all the same shit as me at the same time just processing it differently because we’re different people.

But uhh. In the 2000s they listened to some classic rock other than the Beatles but that was sorta the thing we were all into. There was some Green Day, especially American Idiot singles. I have this clear as day memory of me walking around my street singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams when I was 5 or 6 and my oldest brother, being middle school aged at the time, thought it was fucking hilarious and I didn’t really get it. They also listened to Bon Jovi, which is a band I find kinda annoying but whatever. Fuckin. Soulja Boy. Old Maroon 5 which I only ever really thought was okay. Cascada was fuckin huge and everywhere.

OH and then there’s also the kiddie music I was into. I LOVED Hannah Montana when I was in elementary school, I had a big unconscious crush on Selena Gomez. One time in fifth grade this girl who sat at my table and loved the Jonas Brothers told me I ~~~looooved~~~ Selena Gomez (implying that it was… like. not straight. as much as a kid can imply that sort of thign) and i felt REALLY fucking awkward. Demi Lovato’s old pop-rock was and still is the fucking shit, I stand by those first two albums man. They were solid as hell, Got Dynamite made me feel like a leather-jacket-wearing badass. I liked Taylor Swift when I got a little older but I sorta dropped off around Red era when she was getting too poppy for my then 13-year-old pop-punk-listening self (I refer to my pop punk phase as “the time I spent in training bras” because the timeline of those two developmental periods of my life overlap almost completely). yeah. I… I went on too long for this question. I stand by Taylor Swift’s old stuff still too, I haven’t really listened to any of her more recent albums so I can’t speak on those.

23. if you were to become a musician, what kind of musician would you be?

Definitely something lyrically-heavy. I’m more of a poet than anything else. Maybe a folk career. Or, I don’t know. I’m kind of a perfectionist as well as an explorer so I think I’d experiment with genre a lot. Basically, I’d wanna be in Queen more than anything.

41. do you prefer songs that have good melodies or songs that have good lyrics?

Hmm. Well honestly I like a balance of both. Maybe lyrics because those cause me to think more than anything but I wouldn’t go so far as to say melody isn’t important to me; it is. Actually, when it comes to the musical aspect of a song, I’m more interested in how an instrumental is composed than the melody. I would say I get annoyed by very, very bad and predictable and unoriginal melodies but if there’s nothing terribly offensive about a melody I’m going to find it serviceable as long as it’s its own unique thing. But again, I’m a poet. I love lyrics.

49. what are your favorite album covers?

Sgt. Pepper’s obviously, I also really dig Broken English, Plastic Letters, Led Zeppelin IV, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, Blonde on Blonde, Humbug, Beggars Banquet. 

53. if you could meet any musician you’d like, who would it be?

Meeting a musician I like is an intimidating prospect. I’d much rather know someone than meet them as I’m very much an awkward mess upon meeting people. But as for whom I’d like to know… Well, Marianne Faithfull obviously. I’d also really like to work with someone like Bob Dylan or Patti Smith, a really good poet, you know? Luke Spiller seems like a cool, down to Earth guy. I don’t think I’d have the confidence to speak around Alex Turner even if I did know him well but in some alternate universe where I have an ounce of self esteem yeah I guess I’d like to know him.

59. what do you think the best “era” for music was?

I’m not really sure I believe in such a thing. There’ve always been genius innovators in popular music, even when really shitty trends prevailed. And a lot of great artists that aren’t literally the Beatles are a lot more popular in history’s memory than their charts reflected at the time. Maybe the 60s-70s would be my favorite but that just happens to be what I happen to listen to most often, you know? But there were a lot of cool movements going on at the same time. Jazz was still around. Rock and roll went from its rougher more juvenile stage to an art that’d be taken seriously and shape a generation. Motown stuff was goin on. R&B. Bossa nova was blowing up in Latin America and blew to the point where even Frank fucking Sinatra participated in it. In France there were beautiful brooding Yé-Yé starlets. It’s about the first time in the popular consciousness that music became political. Pyschedelia took over. Hard rock and heavy metal came into existence. Punk started to grow its legs. There are a lot of different musical movements going on in those two decades that really fascinate me.

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Who’s the True Winner?

Request from: Anonymous Request: “A competition between the batboys to see who gets the most candy at the end of Halloween night.” Warnings: Swearing. Dick is a bit clumsy and scares himself and Jason.

It was quiet in the Manor that night. Legitimately quiet; as in complete silence. Which was not normal when the place was filled with four boys that tended to fight constantly- even if it was something stupid like arguing about arguing.

“Alfred,” Bruce starts, having found the man in the noiseless building. “Where are the boys?”

“The Young Masters are going through with a competition they came up with,” Alfred responds, not looking up from his cleaning. “To see who gets the most candy.”

Not surprising to hear. “So they’re out for the night, then.”

“You sound relieved, sir.”

“Just appreciating the peace while it lasts, Alfred.”

“You cheating ass!” Jason screams, leaping across a rooftop after Dick, who’s laughing near hysterics by now. “You can’t steal candy, Dick-face!”

“From my knowledge, the people left the candy out for us to grab ourselves,” The oldest responds, still keeping his pace.

“It said ‘take one,’ not ‘take them all asshole!’” His words only make his brother laugh more, and he’s pretty sure both of their hearts skip a few beats when the man’s laughter causes him to falter on his next jump and grab frantically for a ledge.

Before he can fall, Jason grabs him from the back of his collar, as though he was a cat, and yanks him back onto the roof.

“Watch where you’re fuckin’ going!” The younger yells.

“Sorry, Jay,” Dick says. “I’m okay,” he pauses and peeks over the edge. “I think I lost some candy though…”

Tim appears around the corner of the alley beneath them, and snags the fallen candy, causing Dick to call out in an outrage and pout childishly. He decides to climb up to his brothers.

“We’re at a disadvantage,” Tim says, huffing out a breath as he sits down. “Damian’s getting more candy since he’s a kid.”

“Then we have to up our game,” Jason responds.

“Like taking all of the candy from a bowl that says take one?” Dick asks, keeping an innocent look on his face. It causes Jason to scowl.

Tim rolls his eyes. “Maybe we should team up.”

“Against Dami?” Dick looks at him, more serious and saddened. “That isn’t fair, Timmy.”

“Neither is the little brat using people’s prejudice against older Trick-or-Treaters to his advantage,” Jason says.

“How is that not fair? If anything it’s strategic.”

“You’re always taking the Demon Spawn’s side.”

“I- what? First of all, he’s not a demon spawn, and you know he doesn’t like being called that. And no, I don’t! There aren’t any sides-”

“Guys!” Tim interrupts. “The longer you two argue, the more time Damian has to gather way more candy than any of us combined.”

“Okay, Golden Wonder,” Jason starts. “How about this? Instead of teaming up, we simply give each other pointers. Like ‘hey, I just got a shitload of candy by doing this’.”

A small smirk forms on Dick’s face. “Like-”

“Taking all the candy from the bowl, yes, you ass. It’s dishonest and rude as fuck, but that would be an example of how to get a shitload of candy.”

“Alright, so that’s our plan then,” Tim says, pulling out a few communicators from his pocket and handing them to his older brothers. “We’ve only got two more hours before our deadline, so we have to make sure this counts.”

The three then split up, communicators at the ready, and help each other earn candy faster before they run out of time.

When they each meet up back at the mansion, and count the candy for each person, arguments break out about them cheating somehow, because they all ended up with the same amounts of candy. Dick, who attempted to play peacemaker until a fist was thrown his way, was now eating his own candy while his three brothers went at it, and then got an idea. He hides the now candy-less wrappers in his pocket.

“You three beat me!” He yells over them, gaining all of their attention. “I counted wrong, you all beat me. You guys are the winners, and I’m the loser.”

They remain silent for a moment before Jason says: “You’re so full of shit.”

“If you really don’t believe me, count my candy.”

They end up recounting his candy five times, finding it hard to believe they miscounted by twenty pieces. It’s obvious his younger siblings are all still suspicious of him, but they decide to accept the win since there was a loser.

Oldest Brother Peacemaker: 1 | Quarreling Younger Siblings: 0

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