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kybabi · 3 years

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aaaa I'm so happy your requests are open!! ☺️ last time i checked it was closed. can i request a part 4 of forgetting their s/o's birthday for kita, bokuto, and tsukki!! thank uu sm, super love your blog !! 🥰

forgetting their s/o’s birthday

w/ kita, akaashi, and tsukishima!

part 4!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the fourth part of my birthday series !! this one was a lil difficult to make for some reason but i hope y’all enjoy it !!

all three scenarios are set in the timeskip :)) happy reading everyone!

EDIT: ANON idk why i mixed up bokuto and akaashi PLS IM SORRY)

kita

every year, kita always made sure that your birthday was perfect

he’d plan out an entire day for you ahead of time and surprise you

even so, kita had become swamped with work

it was a lot, even for him

you knew that he took his work very seriously, and you wanted more than anything for him to succeed

but a lot of the time, that meant sacrificing your time together, and you missed it a lot

however, you knew that, just like every year, he’d set aside a day to spend with you

you yawn, stretching a hand out to the other side of the bed. it comes up empty, and you look over to shinsuke’s side of the bed. his side is completely made, blanket folded over itself neatly, and he’s nowhere in sight.

you sigh. maybe he’s just up early? you think, hopeful.

but when you search the rest of the house, calling for him, the only response you get is the sound of your own voice, echoing.

he could just be at the store or something, you tell yourself, and pull your phone out.

it rings for about half a minute before you’re met with his voicemail. you exhale, sending him a text instead.

hi baby :) where r u ? come home soon!!

you shut your phone off and look around. honestly, you’d expected your boyfriend to have taken care of everything today, as per usual. but with him gone, you’re quite bored.

you decide that today might be a good day to reorganize your clothing and do a little decorating while you wait. you’ve been meaning to do it, and now that you have a day off, you figure today is the best time.

you’re halfway through your dresser when you stop to check your phone. the delivered sits there awkwardly, and you sigh. you send him another text.

shin, are you gonna be home soon?

you put your phone down and take out your shirts, going through them next.

it’s already almost dinnertime when you stop again, staring at the mess around you. you pick up your phone for the nth time and check to see if he’s replied. you brighten at seeing the notification, but droop after reading its contents.

no, sorry. have to stay a couple hours later today.

disappointed, you sigh. there’s no way he forgot, right? maybe he’s planning to surprise you?

you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home, starting on the living room cabinets.

you perk up at hearing the lock opening, and stand up. kita walks into the room and looks around.

he narrows his eyes at the mess you’ve made and sighs.

“what is this?”

you look around. “was just doing a bit of reorganizing, that’s all!” he stares at you.

“i stayed late at work. i wasn’t planning on coming home to this,” he mutters, passive aggressiveness evident in his voice. your heart sinks.

“i was just trying to—”

“just leave it. i’ll take care of it,” he murmurs, opening the cabinets. behind him, you stand there helplessly. that’s when it dawns on you; he did forget.

“you forgot about my birthday?” you whisper, barely audible.

“what are you talking about?” he asks, still turned away from you, and you shake your head, though he doesn’t see.

“never mind.”

kita scoffs, grabbing a movie case from off the ground. that’s impossible, he thinks. he’s never forgotten your birthday.

but all of a sudden, the dots connect, and he freezes. he remembers how he checked the date on his phone just this morning, paying it no mind the entire day.

he completely forgot about it this year. he can’t even comprehend how he missed your birthday, but somehow he did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

he turns around slowly to see you on the floor, head bowed, putting the rest of the cases into the cabinets. his heart sinks. how could he have forgotten?

shinsuke kneels down next to you. “hey,” he coaxes, voice quiet and guilty. “you don’t have to—”

“‘s fine. i spent the entire day doing it; i should finish the job, right?” you mumble, and he feels even worse.

he doesn’t know what to say, so instead he helps you put everything in its rightful place. you won’t look at him.

you stand up and leave without saying anything.

“wait—”

“i’m gonna get ready for bed now, ‘kay?” you tell him, false cheer tainting your voice, and he hates it.

and then you’re gone, and shinsuke wants to kick himself for disappointing you.

but he knows that simply sitting here and feeling guilty is not enough. so, he grabs his keys and heads out.

—

you rub your eyes tiredly, the sunlight bright, and sit up. you turn to your right only to see that your boyfriend’s side of the bed is empty, again. you sigh in disappointment.

you’re about to get up when you hear three knocks on the door, and your heart leaps. “shin?”

his head pops into the doorway, and he smiles at you softly.

the rest of his body follows, along with a tray of your favorite breakfast foods and your favorite flowers. you gasp softly, and he lays it on the bed in front of you before sitting on the opposite side.

“you did this for me?” your voice breaks, and he nods.

“i’m sorry about yesterday. i should’ve remembered,” he says, and you shrug. “please let me use this day to make it up to you.”

teary-eyed, you nod, and let him kiss you.

“you better help me finish all this food first.”

akaashi

you and akaashi had a very sweet, familiar relationship

you always understood each other well

but lately, it was difficult for the two of you to find moments to be alone together

and the rare moments it happened, you’d end up arguing about stupid things like work

but both of you knew that it was only coming out of a place of love and missing one another

still, you were excited for your birthday

not as your own holiday, but as a day for the two of you to just relax in each other’s company :)

the first thing you do when you wake up is call keiji.

the phone rings a couple times before the voicemail sounds, and you sigh. he must be busy at work.

so, you send him a text instead.

keijiiii don’t forget about dinner tonight :)

you’d opted to order in for the night, wanting to relax in the comfort of your own home. your boyfriend’s been so busy lately; he’s probably tired.

the rest of the day is spent with you lounging around the house. you watch some movies and eat snacks, decked out on the couch.

you wish keiji were here to enjoy your day off with you, but you know his schedule can get busy. still, it’d be nice to have him around.

you check your phone. he hasn’t responded.

you decide to order at around 5 pm, hoping that keiji will be home by 6. you order from your favorite takeout place that he knows you love and wait some more.

the food comes at 5:48, and you thank the delivery person before setting it on the table.

you begin another movie at 6:12.

you check your phone at 9:22. there’s still no response.

you finally decide to call him at 11:47. he doesn’t pick up, and you groan, irritated.

the door finally opens at 12:39, and you scoff.

“hi,” he mumbles, setting his things down on the couch. you glare at him. “what?”

“where have you been?”

he stares at you blankly. “work..?”

you huff. “did you forget about dinner, or did you just decide not to come?” you say pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

he looks at you for a minute before his eyes widen. “shit. i’m sorry, baby. i totally forgot.”

you shake your head. “keiji, you’re not trying hard enough.” he tilts his head at you, brows furrowed.

“look, i know i messed up, but you have no idea how hard i’m working, okay?”

your heart sinks. he doesn’t even know it’s your birthday.

“i miss my boyfriend! i miss you so much, and you don’t even care,” you say sadly, and he huffs.

“it’s not my problem, okay? i don’t have time—” he pauses, sighing.

“you don’t have time... for me.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not what i meant,” he tries, but you’re already standing up and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

akaashi puts his head in his hands and sighs. you’re completely right, and he knows it. he hasn’t been trying hard enough.

but his current period of reflection is interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, and he stands up to open it. he blinks in surprise.

“bokuto?”

the grey-haired man beams, waving at his friend happily.

“akaashi!”

“it’s nice to see you. what are you doing here?” he asks, and bokuto holds out a small bag. it’s pink and blue, and there’s a little tuft of tissue paper sticking out of it. akaashi blinks.

“it’s for y/n! i know it’s their birthday today, and i couldn’t get anything super fancy or anything, but i figured this was the least i could do for a friend!” he explains, taking keiji’s palm and putting the gift in it. “anyways, tell em i came by!” he grins, taking off before akaashi can even say anything.

he stands in the doorway for a good minute, pulse completely still.

...birthday?

oh god. fuck.

and then he’s running into the kitchen and flipping the calendar open, hastily searching for the date. and there it is: your birthday. guilt crashes into him like a wave, and he finds it hard to breathe.

you walk out of the bedroom sniffling, and pause at seeing him. he looks at you guiltily, and you push past him to fill your glass with water. he tries to find the words to say to you that will make everything better, but nothing comes up. but when you move past him again, panic surges through his veins, and he reaches for your wrist.

“wait! please,” he stops you, and you refuse to look at him. “i... i didn’t know...” he trails off, and you huff.

“i know you didn’t. that doesn’t change anything.”

“i know! i just... fuck. you were so right. about everything,” he says, head bowed in shame. “i haven’t been trying hard enough to be the partner that you deserve.”

at that, you look up at him, and his heart breaks again. your eyes are filled with tears, and he hates himself for making them that way.

“all i wanted was for you to show up,” you mumble, voice shaky, and keiji sighs.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important to me.” reluctantly, you nod, and let him pull you into his chest. “do you think i could have another chance?” he asks nervously, swallowing when you hesitate.

but then you’re looking up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. “maybe,” you murmur, and he laughs. “but don’t mess it up this time, or else.”

he kisses your nose. “you got it.”

tsukishima

tsukishima never liked to admit it, but he cared for you more than anything in the world

he wasn’t keen on big gestures, but he loved to do little things for you, hoping you wouldn’t catch him in the act

every year on your birthday, he tried to make it the best day he possibly could for you

and while he wasn’t the best at showing it, you knew he cared, and that was enough

sometimes he pulled away from you, getting swept up in his own life and becoming too busy to pay any mind to your relationship

you knew that it was just a part of your relationship that you had to accept, but you still missed his presence terribly

but with your birthday coming up, you knew he wouldn’t miss it

he refused to make a big deal about it, but you knew he could never forget

you smile brightly, arms stretching out in front of you.

you check the time. 9:33. you sigh happily, well rested and ready for the day. you get up and get dressed, putting on your favorite pair of comfy pants and an oversized tee.

you look for your boyfriend around the house, but it appears that he isn’t home.

“kei?” you call. no answer.

you shrug. you figure you’ll be fine without him, free to do your own thing while he’s gone.

you decide to do some shopping. you go out to the grocery store first, picking up some extra snacks and drinks, and then to the mall. you pick out some new clothes for yourself and walk around.

you sigh, checking your phone for any sign of a text. you feel great having some time to yourself, but part of you wishes he was here with you.

you pass by a vintage record shop on the way out, gasping at all the artifacts and vinyls they offer. you spot a polished wooden record player and you swear your heart stops upon seeing it. you take a picture and send it to kei, along with a look what i found at the mall!

you come home in the afternoon, setting your bags on the counter and putting your snacks away. you decide to check your phone again, frowning upon seeing your empty inbox.

let’s have dinner !! you send, hoping he’ll see it.

you groan, laying yourself out on the couch. you’d kind of hoped your birthday would be more eventful.

still, you grab some blankets and turn on the tv, scrolling through your options. you end up settling on rewatching one of your favorite shows, settling in and starting the episode.

you’re halfway through the fourth episode when you look at the clock, huffing. 8:02.

two hours later, you give up any hope that you had for dinner. you’re hurt, not only that he probably forgot, but that he hasn’t even bothered to talk to you at all today.

it’s around midnight when he finally shows up. he sits down on the couch next to you. you scoff, and he stares at you, buried under a pile of blankets with wrappers everywhere.

“what’s with... all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the mess. you sneer, and he tilts his head. “what?”

“like you care,” you mumble, and he scoffs.

“what’s your problem? i literally just got home, and now you’re picking a fight with me for no reason?”

you gape at him incredulously, hurt and anger bubbling up in your chest. “seriously? i can’t believe you.”

he glares at you. “i didn’t even fucking do anything. can you stop scolding me for two seconds?” then he’s turning away from you, shaking his head disbelievingly.

“maybe if my own boyfriend hadn’t forgotten about my birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset,” you mutter, voice eerily calm and a little shaky. he turns to look at you slowly, blood turning to ice.

“what?”

you’re not looking at him, eyes glued to the television screen. it’s then that he sees them filling up with angry tears, lip wobbling.

panic starts to rise in his gut, and his mind races as he tries to remember what day it is. when he does, his heart stops.

he tries to find the words to say that will make everything better, but like always, he comes up blank.

“are you gonna say anything?” you sneer, gaze still averted.

tsukishima sits there in silence, swallowing shamefully. he knows he should apologize. he knows he should tell you how much he loves you and he knows he should beg you to forgive him. but nothing comes out.

the ending credits roll around, and you stand up, shutting the tv off and walking past him.

he starts to panic. “wait. wait, we can talk about this, okay? don’t—”

the door slams, and he mentally curses at himself.

he knows that you have every right to be upset with him. he’s been treating you terrible lately, and he knows it.

fuck. if he had just spoken up, maybe you wouldn’t have shut him out. he’s never been good with words, and he wishes he could just show you instead.

a new idea forms in his head, and he takes his phone out, determined to make things right.

—

for once, you’re not woken up by the sun. instead, you’re woken up by the steady rhythm of your favorite song. the melody, already engraved into your memory, plays softly, and you smile softly. you open your eyes and sit up.

but... you think. where is it coming from?

you venture out into the living room, the music getting louder, and then into the kitchen. and then, you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing.

there, sitting on the counter, is the vintage wooden record player you’d awed over just yesterday. you run your fingers over the polished wood, inspecting it carefully, eyes wide.

you stare at the record it’s playing. you laugh. it’s your favorite song, one you think you’ll never grow tired of.

and beside the new record player is a tray full of your favorite foods, the aroma making your stomach growl. below the plate is a yellow sticky note.

i love you. i’m sorry.

your chest aches, and hot tears prick at the back of your eyes. you squeeze them shut, clutching the note to your chest.

“i wasn’t sure if this was the one you wanted, or...” kei mumbles from behind you, and you turn around sharply. “i just wanted to show you that... shit,” he whispers, eyes widening at the sight of your tears. “did i—” but you don’t let him finish, throwing your arms around his neck.

you feel his hands hesitating at your waist, and squeeze him tight until he gets the hint.

“i forgive you,” you whisper, and he nods, relieved. he pulls away and looks at you.

“i know i don’t tell you enough, but i love you. so much. and what i did was shitty, so... yeah. i’m sorry,” he mumbles, obviously uncomfortable, and you huff, reaching up to flick his cheek. he catches your hand before you can, kissing the tips of your fingers tenderly. you giggle.

“words are overrated anyway.”

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squiddokiddo · 2 years

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For the ask game - Scott Tracy please 😄

Thanks for asking, I definitely wasn't expecting to see a Scott ask in my inbox.

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First impression:

Wow this guy is a bit of a hotshot show off, he's probably the most popular member of IR amongst their fans.

Impression now:

I think he's quite a complex guy underneath his typical "popular boy" exterior. He's a dad figure to his four brothers, a leader of a world saving organisation and a billionaire while also still craving excitement and freedom.

He's also someone who's obviously struggling with all of the responsibilities that had just been suddenly launched on him after his dad's disappearance. One minute he's the grumpy old man who's coddling his baby brothers and the next he's the adrenaline seeking teenager with no care in the world.

Scott definitely has his flaws and makes plenty of mistakes but he's carrying the whole world (literally) on his shoulders, he's under a lot of strain and he does his absolute best to fill his dad's shoes and not let anything stop him from making it all work out.

Favourite moment:

Literally any time this man facepalms, he's just so done with everything. But this probably isn't exactly the answer you're looking for so...

For an actual pinpointable moment I'm going to go with Scott comforting Kat Cavenough in the ep "Home on the Range".

This moment shows off his caring and forgiving side, Kat has blasted all this fake news about IR and their involvement with the Hood and Scott just straight up treats her like any other casualty.

No scolding, no anger, no cold shoulder, no blunt words or passive aggressiveness. Just comfort and reassurance. He isn't obligated to be so understanding and forgiving, all he has to do is save her life, which means pulling her out of the hole and whisking her off to a hospital. He even lets her stay at their holiday home while she gets her broken legs set.

He didn't have to do that but he went above and beyond to make Kat feel as comfortable as possible throughout the whole situation despite what she had done.

Idea for a story:

Oh gosh I'm really not sure, I guess maybe Scott spending some more time with the Mechanic and getting to know him and his story better. I feel like one of the main reasons the Mechanic feels so unwelcome is Scott's hostility towards him

Kinda off topic here, but tbh I would've liked to have seen more interaction between the Tracys, Kayo and the Mechanic. Healing, forgiveness and bonding and specifically some deep conversations with Kayo. The Mechanic is the only other person we know of who has been manipulated by the Hood and it would have been nice for them to heal from the trauma left by the Hood's abuse together.

Unpopular opinion:

**Tw for alcohol use**

I don't think Scott drinks alcohol all that much and certainly doesn't use it as any kind of a coping mechanism.

I've seen quite a few fics with Scott drinking glasses of whiskey over paperwork, breaking out high volume drinks when things get really depressing or even having a drink to help with sleep but I think with the job he has combined with all his other responsibilities, he can't afford to get even be the slightest bit tipsy. He can't afford to make preventable mistakes.

This doesn't mean that he can't ever have a drink to calm his nerves or go drinking for fun, he just needs a couple of days off from his job to drink and he very rarely gets that.

Favourite relationship:

My favourite has to be Brains & Scott platonically. They have a great dynamic, they're obviously very comfortable in eachother's presence and are confident enough in eachother's abilities to be able to trust eachother with their lives without hesitation.

They're just great.♡♡

Favourite headcanon:

Scott struggled the most with his dad's disappearance compared to his brothers.

Not only had he lost his dad, he also had to fill the place he left behind and take on everything that comes with that. I doubt he had as much time to grieve as the rest of the family and with the role he's now in he's also surrounded by constant reminders of his dad.

I think going through such a traumatic event and then not being able to grieve properly has had a great impact on him and it shows most in the episode "Recharge".

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Hey, thanks for reading my rambles. I hope that my answers were ok.

Again pls take everything I've said with a pinch of salt.♡♡ Also I was super tired when I wrote this so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense.

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John

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meat-husband · 4 years

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Heyo! This is my first ask! I'm just really curious how different type of writers interpret our favorite slashers! My ask! How would Michael Myers (other slashers) be with a cute and innocent S/O IF IT'S OKAY can we get a REAL SERIOUS and scary Verizon of our babies!! Again no rush, do what you loveeeeee

Sometimes you just need a big murder man to sling you over their shoulder and drag you into the woods :/

Brahms

Absolutely going to abuse your goodwill for his own needs. You’re kind, helpful and almost naive, and all of these things will make it that much easier for him to worm his way into your affections, through whatever means necessary. He is not concerned with you actually loving him and staying to care for him out of that love - he’s perfectly happy to play pretend, keeping you in line with a combination of threats and petulant whining.

He wants affection. He’ll crawl into your bed at night, quietly insisting that you pet his hair and hold him until he falls asleep. Over time you start to do these things without him asking, knowing just from the way he approaches you that he’s come looking for your gentle touch.

He knows how easy it is for you to befriend someone, which is why he limits your time away from home as much as he can. Whatever needs to be done can be accomplished with phone calls and home deliveries, where he can pull the cord if he thinks you’re enjoying yourself too much. Any unfortunate visitors that so much as say hello in too friendly of a tone run the risk of not making it off the property.

Because he’s very much aware that you’re staying there against your will, attempts at escape are almost expected. He’s still going to be furious, but he will have plans ready ahead of time to make sure that you don’t make it too far.

The most effective thing he can use against you is any hope you might have of helping him. He’ll push you to the end of your rope, when you’re ready to give up and make a break for it, then lure you back in with a not so heartfelt plea for you to stay.

Michael

He keeps an eye on you for a long time before making a move. Maybe he’s just tired of waiting or maybe you’re getting too close to someone else, but he goes pretty quickly from ‘peeking through your windows’ to ‘in your house, waiting at the end of your bed for you to wake up and scream’.

But just because he has some sort of twisted interest in you doesn’t mean you can get out of it unscathed. He treats you like any other hunt at first, which means you have a good few hours of being chased down before you realize that his intentions aren’t to murder you.

You can scream and kick all you like, but once he’s decided that he owns you, that’s pretty much the end of it. He expects you to fall in line quickly though, and he’ll be as mean as he needs to for you to realize that you’re not getting away.

Even once he’s got you firmly under his control, he doesn’t stop reminding you of it. He watches you from a distance when you leave the house, a looming reminder that one small misstep will have everyone around you killed in retaliation.

He can show some affection, though it’s usually more than a little brutal. Things taken from the homes, or bodies, of his victims, are common gifts presented to you after a kill.

Bubba

You start out as a sort of pet, something he’s allowed to keep only because no one thinks he’ll manage to keep you alive for more than a few weeks. He’s a sucker for the timid way you look at him, interpreting your fear as a cute, but shy, demeanor.

He isn’t allowed to care for you until the rest of his chores are completed, but sometimes when the house is empty, he’ll sneak into your room. It’s more of a treat for him to feed and dress you than a task.

You aren’t allowed out of your room, but that’s another rule that he’ll break if given the opportunity. He’ll sneak you downstairs to eat in the kitchen or outside to sit in the sun, always happy to see how grateful you are to be allowed these small freedoms. He loves having you rely on him to provide the things that make you happy.

If you use these excursions as an escape route, though, they’ll end immediately. He’s more worried than anything when he discovers that you’re gone, but once you’re back where you belong, he’ll be angry. Tighter restraints and a closer watch kept on you during the day will prevent you from trying it again.

He likes to spoil you, giving you extra food when no ones around to notice, and dressing you up in the pretty clothes he finds on victims. A lot of time is spent being dressed up, hair brushed out and face smudged with sloppy makeup, and you always get a little treat for behaving well.

Thomas

Thomas craves kindness from others, but he isn’t used to actually receiving it, which will instantly upgrade you from dinner to potential family member. He doesn’t trust it at first, but so long as you continue to provide soft, kind words and shaky smiles, he’ll keep you separated from the less fortunate catches as long he can.

When it comes down to it, he’ll make an effort to keep you off the dinner table, and to your surprise the family is very happy about his sudden interest in you. You find yourself being made to choose between being killed or becoming Tommy’s responsibility, and it’s not as easy a choice as it seems.

He doesn’t like it when you’re obviously frightened, trembling and crying even after the saw has cut off, and he’ll do his best to comfort you. He treats you almost like a skittish animal at first, approaching you slowly and sliding a dirty hand through your hair. He never seems to catch on to the fact that he is the thing that frightens you, not the noise.

He spends most of his time downstairs, so that’s where you end up as well. Occasionally you stay upstairs, helping with other housework, but most often you get carried downstairs right after meals, set up on a little makeshift bed where he can keep an eye on you. He sits with you between his chores, pulling you up against his side with one big arm and keeping you in place against him.

You might not warm up to the cooking right away, but he isn’t going to let you skip meals. If you don’t eat on your own, he’ll insist, forcing small bites of meat into your mouth until you successfully keep them down. He brings you food as often as he can, usually letting you eat whatever you want from his plate before he eats himself and he’s careful to make sure that you actually swallow all the food you take.

Jason

He has a big protective instinct anyways and with someone who plays up to the urge to care for and protect them, he’ll be unstoppable. But what might start out as a desire to keep you safe will quickly become an overwhelming need to just keep you. He sees how soft you are, how gentle, and he wants it all for himself.

He isn’t mean on purpose, but he isn’t used to caring for anyone else, let alone a normal human who is more delicate than he is. His hands are rough when they touch you and leave bruises even when he tries to be gentle. You flinch away from him sometimes and even though he understands why, he can’t help but be angry when it happens.

Right from the beginning, it’s established that you have to ask for what you want. He does his best to allow you as much freedom as he can, letting you out onto the porch to sit in the sun or following behind as you walk a short path around the cabin. But he can’t always let you do as you please, often denying you access to anything out of a certain distance from the cabin, and never when he isn’t with you.

Any attempt to leave is met with a frightening amount of rage. He doesn’t hurt you, but you can’t help but be afraid that he might when you get caught sliding open an unlocked window. He’ll lock the bedroom door if he has to and you don’t get another chance to sneak out of a window after he nails them all shut.

He’s very affectionate, pulling you into his lap and just sitting with you, on the couch or outside in the grass. He’s content to do all the work, petting your hair and pressing the mask against your cheek in a half kiss, but he’ll be overjoyed if you so much as settle against his chest or sigh while he strokes your hair.

Vincent

Someone who’s too polite/nervous/naive to tell him he’s being creepy? Perfect match. He’s a romantic, or what he thinks is romantic, which really just comes across as passive aggressive and unsettling. Any sort of rejection will make him cold and angry, so you’ve got to play along if you want to keep him happy.

He sort of just skips over the whole beginning portion of the relationship and jumps straight to ‘we’re a couple and you’re mine’, even though it’s only been a week. He likes to stay close to you as much as he can, keeping you in the room while he works and curling up in the same bed when he sleeps.

Very jealous of anything that manages to catch your attention for any amount of time. You rely on him to bring you things, mainly books, to keep yourself entertained in the house, but he’ll refuse to if he’d rather you spent the time with him. He’ll whittle down your options until you have to pay attention to him - ideally, you’ll sit around all day waiting for him to show up and keep you company.

He might give up eventually if you were loud and angry, fighting him every step of the way, but your quiet, resigned attitude keeps him hoping that you’re not as disinterested as it sometimes seems. He does his best to keep you happy, to show you how well he can care for you, and he knows that one day his efforts will be rewarded.

He takes any attempt to leave very personally. It’s one of the only times you’ll see him truly angry, a firm grip on your arm as he drags you back into the house. The anger only lasts as long as it takes for him to wear himself out, breaking things in the basement and throwing supplies around the room, but afterwards he’s very depressed. He’ll crawl over to you, forcing his head into your lap and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong.

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OC Ask Game!

For my Alonzoffelees fankids, and over a month in the making😅

🛌 What kind of sleep schedule does your OC have?

Victor

Alonzo, Misto, and Uncle Munk all make sure he has a steady, proper, regular sleep schedule since he’s chosen to idolize the least-rested Jellicle around.

Lis

She uses Victor as a general timer, and follows his sleep schedule.

Olivia

She needs her beauty sleep. And a good solid general rest along with that.

Charley

He sleeps in irregular spurts

Oats

He and Ich cross paths often; evening-night is Oats’ peak mischief time.

Polly

She is a morning person. If that means staying up all day and night, then so be it, she will not sleep once the sun has begun to rise.

B'Willy

B'Willy has never gotten reliable sleep. He's a light sleeper, and he's a fitful sleeper. His nerves keep him awake most often, anyways. Gets enough sleep to function, and probably nods off a little here and there.

Ichabod

Ichabod is pretty reliably asleep from sunrise til mid-late afternoon. Night time is his creeping time. Once he's awake he's awake, tho, so it's like. If he's up in the morning he's up all day.

Pooka

Pooka sleeps whenever they feel like it. What are they going to miss? Nothing they wanted to do, clearly. They are likely the most well-rested, along with Olivia.

☠ How petty are they? And what length of pettiness would they go for?

Victor

He has no time for passive-aggression about small stuff. He doesn't do petty, but if you want to wind him up fast, make a big deal about something small, especially if it's someone being petty in response to someone else's pettiness like. why are you continuing the cycle, then?!

Lis

Similarly to Victor, Lis doesn't have much patience for pettiness, but unlike Victor, she has more of an issue with pettiness as the original offense, because if you're petty in response that's just fair, really. As a result, she sometimes will get petty in response to others, but rarely to an extent further than some snide comments.

Olivia

She spends the most time of anyone amongst snooty cats, so she can absolutely get hung up over trivial stuff. She’s not one for retribution over it, tho she will get snide and passive-aggressive if it bugs her enough.

Charley

He is very aware of when everyone else is petty. He is very aware of the usual pattern of fallout and consequences from everyone’s pettiness. He makes a deliberate effort to not be petty. He will not be part of the problem.

Oats

Oats is a little shit, but honestly he doesn't usually get petty?

...except towards Polly, and like her, he'll take it far. I'm talking lock her out of the house over some stolen pencils.

Polly

Oh, she is very petty. Mainly toward Oats, but that's more because she tries somewhat to retrain it around others. With Oats, she'll take it pretty damn far, and since she’s usually the more responsible one, that will typically include punishments from parents and other grownups for Oats.

B'Willy

He’s quite petty, but most of the other kids don’t realize it. If he’s taking low shots, he’s taking them anonymously.

Ichabod

This kid gets rid of his body when he feels like it and is haunted with the knowledge of how you will die but not when. He’s not petty. There is no time for pettiness.

Pooka

They do not care. Genuinely. They think most shit that riles up over half of their siblings is dumb as rocks, but they don’t care enough to be bothered by others’ being bothered.

🐶 What would your OC do if they were chased by a dog?

Victor

He would try to fight it, or at the very least seriously consider trying to fight it. When he's younger, he probably tells himself he'll fight it...up until it gets really close, at which case he will sprint off with everything all puffed out. When he gets older, tho, he probably has gotten some scratches in on a few pooches. Still doesn't make fighting his first option when he doesn't need to, tho.

Lis

Her first instinct is to run in the direction the of the dog, then get low and weave through its feet as she runs the way it came

Olivia

Like Lis, she'll try to run the way the dog is coming, but where Lis tries to go under the dog, Olivia will run straight at it...then break to the left/right and give it a wider berth while looking for hiding spots. Expect lots of hissing and wailing.

Charley

He'd ask the dog nicely to stop running so they could talk :) 9 times out of 10, this is successful, and as a result he's friendly with most of the dogs where he lives

Oats

He'd see it like a scary game after a moment of "Oh shit." He and Polly can both teleport kinda, and he already makes regular use of this ability while causing mischief. So he'll start popping here, there, and everywhere; on the dog's left, on their right, behind them, on their back...and up on top of a wall too high up to reach.

Polly

Polly, along with Oats, can teleport a short ways throughout their immediate surroundings. However, she would probably be too focused on running, and finding somewhere a dog wouldn't fit into, to teleport. She can probably make it under a dumpster pretty quickly, and then press herself up against a wall so the dog can't get her.

B'Willy

My baby freezes at danger. While he does have magic, when he's little it's not something he can access beyond uncontrollable spurts. There could maybe be a burst of magic to chase the dog off it ends up close enough, but no way to know for sure. It's also unlikely he'd be far from Misto or Lonnie, tho, so it's v fair to expect one or both of them to step in and get him out of the situation.

Ichabod

His first compulsion in just about any situation is to pack up the body and just worry about his head. If that sight doesn't scare off the dog, then it's easy enough for him,as a head, to pop into something nice and unnoticeable until the dog passes by.

Pooka

They either go boneless, or they make themselves roughly dog-shaped and dog-sized, and swipe at the pursuer.

✨ What kind of aesthetic do they like?

Victor

Technically craftcore? He’d be the kind to self-embroider and do visible-patching on his clothes, so.

Lis

probably Peach(core?)

Olivia

She will dress like a beatnik and you can’t stop her.

Charley

lagenlook!

Oats

let the boy have some casual clowncore

Polly

Crowcore

B'Willy

dazecore/comfy. to take it one step further he even has a literal Comfy. as in the literal blanket hoodie.

Ichabod

he’s a Mallgoth-inspired poser

Pooka

Cryptidcore. one of the kids has to be.

✊ Would your OC win in a fight against an ostrich?

Victor

No, but he’d try.

Lis

Olivia

Charley

Assuming the ostrich is not in an agitated state from the beginning, see the “chased by dogs” answer

Oats

Polly

B'Willy

Eh? Maybe when he’s able to control his magic.

Ichabod

Can the ostrich experience existential dread? if so, Perhaps. if not, then No.

Pooka

Yes.

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