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fatkish · 1 month

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Request for the Pro Heroes x child reader

Character(s): Hawks and/or Endeavor (yes I'm giving this man a chance to be a good person)

Prompt: Abandoned nonbinary reader with a Phoenix quirk (wings and fire) and everyone thinks they'll be a Villain because of how hot the reader's fire can burn. Phoenixes in Japan are seen as goddesses. (Reader was originally abandoned for coming out at nonbinary but the deal was sealed when the reader accidentally burned a house down)

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Thank you so much for your request. I’m so excited since this is my first official request. I already had an idea for a phoenix quirk so I hope you don’t mind that I used it here. I hope you enjoy this story and that it helps you.

Hawks and Endeavor x Phoenix Quirk Child Reader

Reader was 13 when they were found by Hawks and Endeavor

The reader’s mother had an endurance and adaptability quirk that allowed her to change her body to better fit her environment. For example: if the reader’s mother was stuck in the desert, her body would change to allow her to store excess water similar to how a camel does. Or if bullets were fired at her, she could thicken her skin and produce osteoderms (these are the small bone like plates that cover the crocodilian species’s backs)

The reader’s father had a weak heat quirk and could grow sharp feathers from his arms and shoulders.

Their parents were very traditional and strict. Having been a late bloomer was already causing strain on their relationship with their parents.

The reader developed their quirk late at the age of 10. The reader has retractable wings that are covered in specialized feathers. The Primary and Secondary feathers are sharp and resemble blades, these feathers harden after they fully develop. The Primary and Secondary Coverts are hard and sharp at the tips. When the tips of the Coverts rub or strike each other it creates a spark.

Each feather has microscopic holes along the Calamus and a gland beneath the follicle that secretes an Ethanol based, oil-like substance that covers their skin protecting it from the flames but also acting as a fuel. This oil is similar to Bakugou’s nitroglycerin sweat as they both produce more, the hotter they get. (Ethanol burns at an extremely high temperature but is invisible to the naked eye, you won’t know its there until you’re right next to it) The holes allow for the oil to cover the feathers.

Due to their Mother’s endurance quirk, the reader’s body is unaffected by the flames they produce. The reader’s body sweat has a natural cooling effect as well as burn soothing and healing properties. This is how they are not burned by the flames. (The reader has to maintain a healthy hydration and drink lots of water because they are easily susceptible to dehydration)

Due to the reader’s quirk their body is naturally androgynous as they don’t have feminine curves or broad shoulders. The reader is short (5’2, sorry if you’re taller) and has a lighter than average body fat percentage to allow for easier flight. (Reader would most likely have a small penis like appendage to make urinating easier as well as a Cloaca. It’s also possible that reader could change their bodies physiology similar to how frogs can change their genders)

Due to the reader’s late development of a quirk as well as their androgynous appearance, they were seen as a freak and were bullied and shunned by their peers.

At age 12 the other kids around them began puberty and as their peers’s bodies began to change and developed they began to question themselves and eventually came to the conclusion that they were nonbinary.

One night their parents sat the reader down and began to discuss the reader’s appearance and how they needed to change in order to fit into society. Since the reader would have a harder time developing fat and couldn’t change the bone structure of their hips, their parents decided that the reader would be a male.

Their parents told them that they were to start working out and building up muscles to create a more masculine appearance. They began telling them about all the things they would have to change and even suggested drastic measures like surgery or hormone treatments to make them look more masculine.

The reader tried to explain to their parents how they felt and how they didn’t want to do all that stuff but they wouldn’t listen.

Eventually the stress began too much as the reader’s wings sprouted and their feathers naturally created a spark that ignited them. As the situation quickly became more complicated and stressful the reader accidentally bumped into a curtain, lighting it on fire, causing it to quickly grow and spread.

As their parents were shouting at them and their house went up in flames, they couldn’t deal with the stressful situation and flew off into the night sky, leaving their small town and flying far away to were they would discover in the morning to be Kyushu

After being ostracized and shunned for basically their entire life, the reader didn’t have much faith in society. Eventually they saw a news report about their hometown. Their parents claimed that their house was destroyed by a villain and blamed the reader for it, completely ignoring the fact of them being their child. The news showed a blurry picture of the reader that was taken by someone.

Due to the blurriness of the image as well as the reader having not really shown anyone their quirk, they weren’t easily identified. However, the news gave a short description of the reader and advised the public to keep an eye out for them and to alert the authorities should they spot the reader.

Realizing that they had no food, money, shelter or family and fearing being seen as a villain and being put in prison, should they ask for help, the reader decided that they had no other choice but to focus on survival.

2 months had gone by with the reader being homeless and barely scraping by. They had found an abandoned building in the less populated and more industrial area of the city and had created a small living space. They had gathered things that people had thrown away like tattered or stained clothes, old bedding, thrown out area rugs and other soft things that people had thrown away and wouldn’t realize were missing. They created a makeshift nest that made them feel safe

They had resorted to dumpster diving in order to find food and water and refused to pick pocket or steal purses. They didn’t want to do things that would make the accusations of them being a villain, true. This led to them being malnourished and having lost a lot of weight and having an emaciated and boney appearance

Hawks and Endeavor had been working together to capture a group of robbers who had been committing a string of robberies but kept getting away. Earlier in the day, the pair had apprehended and caught the group, but two of the seven had managed to escape and fled.

The robbers fled and hid in an abandoned building and planned to lay low and wait for the chance to escape the city, unaware of the red feather stuck and hidden in one of their hoods.

Hawks and Endeavor gathered the police and their sidekicks and had them surround the area near the building. The plan was to wait for the two villains to feel safe and let their guard down, then Hawks and Endeavor would storm the building, if they tried to flee, they would be caught by their sidekicks.

Using a few feathers to scope out the area and get an idea of the perpetrators positions, Hawks sent feathers into the building and relayed the information to Endeavor

Upon sensing a third body inside the building Hawks was going to tell Enji about it but felt someone grab his feather

Realizing that the element of surprise might no longer be on their side, Hawks alerted Endeavor. Inside the building, the robbers had finally noticed the reader and started to attack them when the reader summoned their wings and began to defend themselves

Since it was nighttime, the reader’s flames were emitting a blue glow similar to Dabi’s flames. Thinking that Dabi was in the building, Hawks and Endeavor rushed into the building only to quickly duck as one the robbers was sent flying over their heads from a strong wind

Using his feathers, Hawks was able to knock out the distracted robber and carry them both outside where the police quickly restrained and arrested them

Inside the building, Endeavor and Hawks had turned their attention to the reader. Upon realizing that the reader was just a kid, Hawks tried to tell them to stand down and stop their quirk. His feathers could sense the reader’s heartbeat, telling him that they were obviously scared.

When the reader tells them that they are unable to control the flames and that their wings secrete Ethanol to fuel them Endeavor is reminded of His first born son’s death

Having been living on the streets, the reader was unable to stay sufficiently hydrated and thus quickly ran out of protective sweat, causing the reader to begin being burnt

Hearing the kid’s screams of pain, Endeavor snapped out of his thoughts and quickly instructed Hawks to grab flame repressing foam from the the fire department and use his feathers to dump it on the reader

After following his instructions, the flames were quickly put out. Endeavor went over to the reader and carefully began to help them clean off the foam as he began to check the reader’s burns. Hawks took the moment to survey their surroundings and found the reader’s nest and realized that the reader was living here

Once the reader is calmed down and retracts their wings, Hawks asks about why the reader, a child, is living in an abandoned building

Fearing their situation but knowing that lying would only worsen their situation, the reader begins to explain their situation, telling the heroes what happened and why they are living here

As the police began to search the area and start to finish up their business there, Endeavor and Hawks both realize that the reader shouldn’t be returned to their parent’s custody but that placing them in the foster system would be bad due to their inability to control their relatively new quirk.

Due to developing their quirk later than others, the reader wasn’t given the same counseling and guidance that people normally get. Endeavor, having seen the reader’s potential as well as hoping to spare them the same fate that took his son, decided to become the reader’s legal guardian. Hawks, having plenty of experience with his wings and feeling a kinship with the reader, decides to become a mentor/older brother/fun uncle figure to the reader

Endeavor takes the reader to his home and has them get settled in.

Endeavor may seem grumpy and unapproachable but the reader quickly grows on him as Enji develops a soft spot for the reader.

Enji tries to teach the reader how to control their flames but is constantly reminded of how he trained his children and worries that the reader will hate him

Eventually Hawks is able to teach the reader to control their flames when he tries to have the reader cook chicken with them. Hawks originally intended it as a joke but Endeavor saw the accidental genius and decided that it was a good idea. Hawks just wanted some chicken

The reader has a tendency to build nests as a result of their father’s side of the family having mostly bird related quirks. One day Enji comes home from patrol to see the reader has built a giant nest in his living room. The reader is sitting in the nest in front of the TV. Hawks walks into the room with popcorn, snacks and drinks. After much convincing, Enji finally agrees to sit with them and watch a movie

Half way through the movie the reader falls asleep and snuggles up to Enji’s side. Wrapping an arm around them, Enji lets them sleep as he realizes how much he’s missed out on with his other kids. It’s at this moment that Enji promises himself and the reader that he’ll be better and that he’ll cherish these small moments

Hawks and Enji don’t care about the reader’s appearance, they understand that their quirk just makes their body different from others and they accept it.

Hawks will often visit the reader and they’ll preen each other’s wings. Hawks likes to make spa days out of this. He’ll take them to a bath house or bring bath salts to them. After relaxing in the bath he’ll either have a masseur give them both massages or they’ll massage each other. After that they’ll both take turns inspecting the other’s wings removing old or damaged feathers, combing the feathers, etc. after that Hawks will do face masks with the reader and basically anything that he can use as an excuse to relax

Overall, the reader is an irreplaceable part of Enji and Hawks’s lives now

I hope you enjoyed this.

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cowplant-snacks · 1 year

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New question round! What are your OCs' favourite painting/mural/sculpture/any piece of art?

This took way too long for me to answer, I am so sorry for that! I really loved this question, but I didn't have an answer for it then. I was too new to making OC's so you planted a seed back then and now I finally have some answers.

Cynthia admires strong women who are confident in themselves so I see her liking in particular this "controversial" but lovely painting of Bella Goth by @kaastargaming which can be found on display at the Plumbob Ego Museum.

Bobi is a proud Afro-Latino sim and both of their parents are Selvadoradian. Their mom grew up there but their father was born in San Myshuno and is a second gen citizen of Sim Nation. The whole family prefers to speak in Selvadoradian but they are all bilingual to varying degrees. So all of that is to say, I see Bobi feeling connected to works by artist like Frida Kahlo. An in particular I see these two pieces speaking to them.

August's favorite works of art are literature. He's a socially awkward sim and often connects better with books than with other pixel people. So much so that, although he is in the conservationist career, he has a literature degree. I imagine his favorite works are Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman and Walden by Henry David Thoreau. They inform his love for nature but also, they, unfortunately, cap him in the career at the level of Historian because he doesn't have an advance degree in science like Skylar. I love that they both come to the same work with different motivations and passions. Here's an excerpt from "CALAMUS" that I find fitting for August.

IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my soul, Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul, That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades, Here by myself away from the clank of the world, Tallying and talk'd to here by tongues aromatic, No longer abash'd, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,) Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest, Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment, Projecting them along that substantial life, Bequeathing hence types of athletic love, Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year, I proceed for all who are or have been young men, To tell the secret of my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades.

Skylar is a pretty balanced mixture of jock and science nerd. I imagine he would like art like this piece by Erik Abel.

I am going to skip the Dunn-Paks because they didn't exist back then.

#cowplant asks #the bridges extras #the hammond extras #simarcana

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askprophetbot · 8 months

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oohhhhh alula what’s your room like?

Huh? Why do you want to know what my room is like?

You peek inside and the room is a vibrant shade of blue. All you can see of the walls is covered in fish wallpaper. The floor is unnaturally clean. Not even a speck of dust is safe within the room. There are several pictures on the wall. All of them are of fish. The only exception to this is the photo on the nightstand, which appears to be of Calamus, Alula, and their parents. On the dresser sits two bottles of hair/feather dye. One is a dark purple, but the other is a... vibrant green? Alula has multiple bookshelves on one end of the room, and they are filled with various Mangas and what seems to be H-

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING! STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!!!

you are hit in the face with a pillow flying at mach 10 as you attempt to exit the room

#oneshot game #oneshotgame #prophetposting #os game rp #asks #oneshot alula #gothlula

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keyboardandquill · 2 years

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C and V and E for the alphabet soup!

Thanks for the ask, Plu! :3

Hmm out of all of these, I have one for the letter C :3

That's Calamus! He's from Rocket Boosters, and was the last addition to the main cast. He was initially a 'nameless guard' type character, but then I started digging into his motivations and the rest is history.

He's in his mid-20s, has a younger brother who is now a teenager, and was raised by off-grid preppers in either Washington or Oregon, USA. Not sure yet which one :P

At some point around The End(tm), he and his younger brother fled their home at their parents' behest and they haven't seen them since.

He is simultaneously both parties in that "he asked for NO pickles" meme in that he will stand up for his younger brother, but in every other situation he is, eh, kinda spineless v_v RIP

#character:calamus #wip:rocket boosters #pluttskutt #asks #writing ask games

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pandorassbox · 7 years

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Family Of Nine || Pan & Callie

@runoncallie

Pan was surrounded by a bunch of ducks as soon she step foot in the shelter and heard the pitter patter of their tiny little feet coming her way. How they always knew it was her was always the biggest question of them all, but she didn’t think about it too long. With a huge smile she greeted the tiny furry balls, by crouching through their level and letting them nip and play with her hand. “Daddy is going to be here soon, is going to watch you little rascals swim.” Pan giggled, knowing they had no idea what she was talking about. --- It was when she heard the little bell above the door, she knew he had arrived and greeted him with a smile. “Speaking of daddy, there you are!”

#🍃 c;; calamus #sorry I am late internet is shitty here...#also lol sounds like they are legit parents

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incorrectoneshotquotes · 4 years

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What headcanons do you have for Oneshot?

oh! good question, honestly not too many? i prefer to dabble in the canon of the lore of the stuff i like, but here’s a few?

- niko’s village is nocturnal (haha cat), but since niko’s merely a kid they took a lot of naps throughout the day

- after the events of solstice silver does begin to correspond to kip’s letters

- maybe eventually she’d even go back to the barrens and bring all the robots somewhere safer- even with sunlight restored that place is still a ghost town

- cedric totally would’ve taken niko on more trips in the flying machine if they had the time

- when niko got home, they asked their mama to make pancakes in the way ling made them (they’re still not as good as mama’s ones with the hazelnuts)

- alula and calamus deserve adoptive parents gosh darn it

- also everyone in the village has bird related names

- nightmargin mentioned once that niko’s dad was probably working in another town since they were young,, do you think there’s other humanized animal towns are there dog people or is it just cats

- rue’s the cryptic edgy older sister

some of this can probably be proven wrong in canon or something but i haven’t played the game in a long time so idk man take it all with a grain of salt

#mod rory #not a quote #(anyone can add on in the notes this is not my strong suit pff)

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dianasson · 4 years

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Do you have any spells to soften and control someone? My parents are threatening to cut me off financially if I move in with my girlfriend and I’m not sure where to start magically. I’d like them to change their minds on this issue. Thank you!

Oh shit! Do you have access to get a job? I would say write their names on paper 9 times, write a circle around their names detailing what you need/want from them, add in some of their hair then put all in a jar and fill with honey or molasses. Some sugar on top won’t hurt. You can also grate in some licorice root or calamus root. Stick a little wax taper candle (a birthday candle could do fine, preferably green or white) on top of the jar and burn it down all the way, saying aloud what you’ve written on the paper in the jar. Repeat 9 times, once a day. Don’t miss any days! Obviously, keep it somewhere they won’t find it. If you ever need to dispose of this, bury it whole somewhere safe. Go ahead and draw the planetary symbols for Jupiter, Mercury, Venus, and the Sun on the paper too - one in each corner.

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localscissors · 5 years

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Triplet de Spell AU Oneshot

Title: Magica Crashes Poe’s Place

Description: Poe de Spell really hates surprises, and Magica is about to drop three big ones.

Notes: It’s probably important to know that the de Spells canonically have a huge family feud with the McDucks for some unknown reason. Also, this belongs to my Triplet de Spell AU.

Story:

If Poe had to describe himself in three words, he would do so with “Intelligent, patient, and cautious.” Nowhere in that sentence did the word “worried” appear. Poe de Spell was not a worrier. He was calm and collected. He perfects a plan and then sticks to it, without stressing over whether it will fail or succeed. After all, no one can control the future, you can only control your own actions.

Poe was not a worrier. But some things his crazy, fearless, impulsive sister did keeps him up at night.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks! Since the terrible battle in Duckberg. They said that Scrooge won. They said that Magica ran with her tail between her legs. They said that she was dead.

Poe wasn’t worried. His sister had faked her death before. It was fine. She was fine. She HAD to be fine.

She wasn’t answering her phone.

Watching Scrooge boast his victory on tv made Poe want to throttle the old man himself. It was his fault. Everything that has ever happened was ALWAYS the McDucks’ fault. Poe swore, if Scrooge actually managed to KILL his sister—

A knock on the door interrupted his brooding.

Like most de Spells, Poe lived alone in the woods, far away from people and civilization. It was best for everyone’s safety. Visitors were seldom.

Another knock, harsher this time, urged him to move. Poe would like to believe it was his sister, but the word “optimist” did not appear in his short list of self-descriptors.

Poe crept from the tv room to the front door, grabbing his wand as he passed the kitchen. He hid the magical item behind his back as he inched it open a crack, half expecting a lost hiker. Instead, what he saw was—

“Magica!” Throwing aside the wand, he rushed forward and embraced her in a two-armed hug. It was an awkward one that she did not return, as she was using her own two arms to carry a large box, but the way she sagged against his shoulder indicated her extreme exhaustion. “You look awful. Come inside.”

Poe took the box and set it on the counter. Something moved inside, but it was ignored for now. First and foremost came his sister. The terrible cloud of worry that had loomed over his head was finally subsiding, only to be replaced by bitter anger. “Where have you been?? I’ve been calling you for three weeks. The news said you were dead.”

She brushed past him and collapsed at the kitchen table. He wasn’t lying when he called her appearance awful. Heavy bags hung beneath her eyes, and random patches of bloody feathers were broken at their calamus. She rested her beak on her hand and closed her eyes. “Well, I’m clearly not dead, so you can stop your worrying.”

“I wasn’t worrying.”

“Mm,” she mumbled, burying her face deeper in her propped hand. “I will be staying with you for a while.”

“Why?”

“Scrooge took my magic.”

Poe’s heart stopped. Took away her magic? No wonder why his sister looked so exhausted. Losing magic was comparable to losing a limb. “What ...? How could he even ...?”

“I don’t know.”

“How could you not know? You were THERE. What did he—“

“I said I don’t know!” She snapped. Something in the box started to cry, interrupting them both. Poe spun around. Was that… a child?

“What do you have in there?”

Magica took on the defiant expression of someone about to enter an argument. “The three McDuck heirs. You’re welcome.”

Poe heard the words, but couldn’t register their meaning. Cautiously, he peeked into the crying cardboard box and saw three newborn ducklings, dressed in different colors. They lay on a bunched leather jacket and blankets. When he spoke, his voice was slow and disbelieving. “What is this.”

“Protection.”

“Please don’t tell me you kidnapped these kids.”

“I’m not apologizing for it.”

Poe closed the box, as if he could make the situation itself disappear behind the flaps. The cries persisted, louder this time.

“Do you know what ‘kidnapping’ means?? Do you know what will happen if you get caught???”

Magica was smiling at him, a face without apology and no explanation. “I have a plan.”

“Ha. Is that so?”

“Yes. I will raise the brats as my own. Teach them magic, teach them to hate Scrooge. And then, when the time is right, I will send them back to the mansion and STEAL my powers back.”

Poe shook his head. It had too many holes, too many variables. “Wouldn’t it be easier to use the kids as ransom?”

She waved his words away like they were a bothersome fly. “Oh please, as if ransoms ever work. Besides, I want Scrooge to suffer for what he has done.”

Poe shook his head. “You should return them.”

Magica gasped at him, loudly and dramatically. “Did you really suggest that I RETURN three members of the McDuck family? I STOLE them, they’re in MY possession. What would our parents say if they heard you?”

Poe refused to respond to that. They both knew what they would say, and he didn’t care for it. But, true to form, Magica rambled on anyways, standing up as she did so.

“They would call you a coward. A traitor, even. In fact, I’d almost say that you sympathize with clan McDuck—“

Poe slammed his fist on the table, cutting the thought off before it could finish “I hate the McDucks as much as you! But this,” he pointed at the box, which had only increased in volume, “Is poorly thought out and doomed to fail. It will backfire, just like the rest of your plans!”

Poe stomped away before he could hear her retort and slammed his bedroom door. He could hear Magica screaming in the kitchen. She was cursing him, curses that she could no longer cast, magicless as she is.

He wouldn’t. He would NOT help Magica in this. It was stupid, idiotic, and a big pain. Neither of them could raise kids. How could they keep them hidden? And the plan itself? This long, strung out, complicated plan that relied on the magical abilities of three children? It is desperate and nonsensical, that’s what it is.

With a growl, he pulled out suitcase and threw it on his bed with a thud. He would lend items to help her, and maybe a broom, but nothing more. This is HER problem.

When he finally emerged from his bedroom, he wasn’t surprised to hear the babies still crying. But he was surprised to see Magica holding one, bouncing it on her lap.

She looked very tired, and so confused, as she tried to calm the persistent baby. Poe tried to imagine his sister on the run, alone and friendless, with three kidnapped children. He imagined cold nights and bitter days. He imagined her being caught, of dying alone, and the grudge she would hold if she somehow survived. He imagined the revenge she would take on him, for not helping her when she needed it most. Poe imagined being on the receiving end of one of Magica’s schemes.

Poe sighed loudly, announcing his presence. His sister’s helpless expression was immediately replaced with a hard glare. She glanced at the suitcase and broom in his hands. “Are you sending your own sister away, Poe?”

“I was going to,” he admitted, because he wanted her to know how close she was to being booted out. “But I won't’.”

She turned away so that he couldn’t see her expression, but her shoulders sagged in relief. “Good.”

“But these kids… they’re your responsibility. Stealing them was your plan, not mine. You have to take care of them. All I’ll do is provide a roof.”

“Fine.” She visibly wasn’t happy with that, and he knew there would be more arguments on this later one.

“I’ll prepare you a room,” he said, and turned to leave. But then he paused, waiting a bit.

Waiting for what? He wasn’t sure. Maybe a thank you... or an apology. He didn’t know, and whatever it was he didn’t get it. Magica just continued bouncing the baby as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Not more than ten minutes ago, he believed that he was the last living de Spell. Now, his sister sat in his kitchen with three new babies. He figured he should say something about that.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” he blurted awkwardly, then hurried out the kitchen before he could hear her answer.

“...yes,” Magica replied quietly, after some thought. “I am too.”

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #magica de spell #poe de spell #ducktales au #ducktales oneshot #this is my first fan fiction in a ....really long time #might be out of practice #triplet de spell au #localscissors #fanfiction #my writing #writing 2019

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moomoosum · 4 years

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The Gold Bug: omen, blame, searching

Omen. (tw: child’s disappearance, child’s death, gore, mentions of obsessive behavior)

They looked everywhere: under the bushes of glistening in the summer sun marionberry and by the edge of the lake water, dull and hidden, overgrown with tall spikes of succulent calamus, just hoping to find the boy alive. They walked the homes and organized the meeting in the church and their eyes were fixed on the father and wooden wall painted with floral design behind his head. Something awaking in this mass, raw and bloodthirsty something much more then unnerving while facing helplessness of the man supposed to be guiding them. And the rumors appeared, awakened from the spark like every great tragedy, from the little news that the boy was madly in love, writing never sent letters, attending every ritual. Every. Smallest. Event.

They found him third day, but unlike they say in the Bible he didn’t come down on them with glory, from the heavens setting down the rainbow carpet under his feet. No, they found him in the field forgotten, with arms spread open, torn 7 meters away from each other and half of the face eaten by stray animals. Feral. He was there, watching those brown curls fading in the heat of July just like he watched them not full week ago, intense and soft but never saw, never payed attention to them more then in the borders of fatherly love.

It was an avalanche that started from this little occurrence, or perhaps earlier from the founding of the notes on Omen’s hands rubbing his back in most delicate, reassuring way or from the simple in design and fabric handkerchief stolen and hidden under the bed like the most shameful but the most precious artifact. Tucked safely in the box together with other most significant memories of lost soul of 12 years old. And the family cursed him next, the whole community turned their back from one that was protecting them and loving them in a way just loving parents could love. But the worst birthed in the corners of his own, deeply hurt, countlessly purified mind. The painful, sudden realization that he didn’t remember details of his life and that it stings somewhere on the back of his head just like the rock hurts when trapped between foot and the shoe. What did he eat yesterday for breakfast? When was old Anatolijy’s birthday? What was he doing three days ago? How did his laugh sound like? Why was there dirt on his shoes? He didn’t remember anything.

#tw: child death #tw: child disapperance #tw: gore #tw: obsessive behavior #Omen #Omen's past

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oneshotincorrectquotes · 4 years

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Calamus: How does this picture look, I tried taking a cool picture but it looks like I got dropped off and my parents forgot to pick me up

Magpie: it really does

#oneshot #oneshot game #oneshot incorrect quotes #Oneshot calamus #oneshot magpie #source: reddit

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saw-void-before-stars · 6 years

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Stars Information 1

Their age? ~23

Their sexuality/sexual preference? pansexual

Any siblings/Only child? 2 older sisters, has no connection to them

Their favourite season? midwinter

Who were/are their parents/guardians? no emotional connection to biological parents, was mostly raised by various educators

Their gender? nonbinary, doesn’t care about titles

Their date of birth? march 30th

What clothing style? cheap, homemade, enchanted for comfort

How many serious relationships have they been in? none

What is their nationality? native vesuvian / fantasy nationality

What languages do they speak? common

What is their profession/Education? alchemist / merchant

Their favourite comfort food? pumpkin bread

What’s a food they hate? anything spicy

Is there a story behind their name/meaning? stars is not their given name, names are important when it comes to affecting others with magic so it is safest to keep their name a secret

Something they do that seems childish to others? after stars’ resurrection they have had to relearn how to take care of themself so they have many childish habits

How big is their family? fairly small, they aren’t in connection with any of their family since their resurrection

Have they got any allergies? allergic to many common healing herbs such as lavender, calamus, and rue. they need to make sure to wear gloves while handling these plants

Are they an emotional person? they don’t express many emotions, but are easily put down

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly? they only get truly angry when their knowledge is doubted

What are some of their guilty pleasures? stars likes to try brewing new teas and making simple medicines. asra isn’t very helpful as he’s willing to eat anything and will always say its perfect

Do they have pets? faust, the stove salamander, and an unnamed carrier pigeon

Do they like kids? they find being around children incredibly stressful, but are always happy to teach them about herbology

Who’s cuddle buddy are they? asra’s, obviously

Do they have any tattoos? none

Do they have any piercings? they used to, but all of them closed up as stars was being cared for by asra

What is their hair colour? dull brown

Is it their natural colour? yes

Do they like musicals? stars enjoys theatre performances if the audience isn’t too rowdy

Do they like marmite? never tried it, wouldn't like it if they tried

Do they like glitter? fully willing to tolerate asra’s love of it

Do they believe in the supernatural? ...yes. they don't believe in cryptids and the like though

Have they ever seen a dead body? as a part-time healer they’ve seen quite a few

Have they ever had a near-death experience? if actual death experiences count, yes

Have they ever broken a bone? no

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they? sleepy and emotional

Have they ever drunk underage? not that they know of

What is the first thing they do when they wake up? open the curtains

Do they consider themselves popular? no

How do they like their tea/coffee? preferably sweet, but will take it however asra has prepared it

What do they smell like? soap and herbs

Are they a virgin? as far as they know

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc? no, they don't have much concept of time

#long post #the apprentice stars #arcana fan apprentice #fan apprentice

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poisoncorncob-and-thefrogs-blog · 5 years

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Our Dear Old Queer Uncle Walt

Audrey Salmons

Walt Whitman holds a place in my heart as a sort of patron saint of queer poets. He’s influenced generations of queer literary icons. Langston Hughes, who was closeted but wrote about queer subjects (see “Cafe: 3am” and “Blessed Assurance”), responded to Whitman’s claim to be America’s voice in his poem “I, too, sing America.” Oscar Wilde, who had grown up reading Whitman, met with him while on the lecture circuit in America in 1882, and later wrote to a friend, “the kiss of Walt Whitman is still on my lips.” Allen Ginsberg’s poem “A Supermarket in California” describes a bizarre dream of seeing Whitman at a supermarket, a “childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.” Ginsberg’s irreverent portrayal of the old poet looking rather lost in the landscape of commercialism and family values, surrounded by “[w]hole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!” makes the grand, flowing, omnisexual poet of “Song of Myself” seem far gone. Rather, Ginsberg’s Whitman reminds me of Whitman’s more cautious and ambivalent “Calamus” poems, which focus on the experience of same-sex love. In slowing down and focusing on a specific and nuanced set of experiences, Whitman contributes to the foundations of what we think of as modern queer identity.

A discussion of the history of queer identity would be incomplete without referencing Foucault’s History of Sexuality, which details the genesis of the homosexual and homosexuality. Until the late 1800s, homosexual acts were generally recognized insofar as they were criminalized as sodomy, but there was no concept of a homosexual identity. Foucault credits Carl Westphal with the creation of the modern homosexual in his 1870 article on “contrary sexual sensations.” From then on, Foucault writes, “[t]he nineteenth-century homosexual became a personage, a past, a case history, and a childhood, in addition to being a type of life, a life form, and a morphology, with an indiscreet anatomy and possibly a mysterious physiology.” When discussing the identities of queer historical figures, it may be tempting to ask, for example, was this person gay or bisexual? However, that person may not have lived with the same language of sexual taxonomy we use today. If we accept that such labels are socially constructed and not essential, then trying to determine which label best suits someone who lived outside those specific constructs is not particularly useful in understanding their personal sense of identity. A similar issue arises when discussing texts such as “Calamus” that describe queerness without specific familiar labels.

So, the shift in language, medicine, and morality from describing homosexual behavior to defining homosexual identity takes place takes place as Whitman is exploring identity and sexuality in “Leaves of Grass.” The focus of the “Calamus” poems on same-sex male attraction and relationships reflects an increasing awareness of a homosexual identity distinct from the androgynous omnisexuality of “Song of Myself,” marked not only by a refocusing of content but a shift in tone. The speaker here does not identify himself so readily with what he observes in the natural world. He describes an oak tree growing “[w]ithout any companion… uttering joyous leaves of dark green,” which at first “made me think of myself, / But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friends near, for I knew I could not.” This sense of anxious loneliness is woven throughout “Calamus.” He mourns in “To a Stranger,” “I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone.” In “Calamus 9,” found in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass but eventually cut out, Whitman mourns: “Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed--but it is useless--I am what I am;) / Hours of my torment--I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings? / Is there even one other like me--distracted--his friend, his lover, lost to him?” This sense that one’s loneliness and longing are a dreadfully unique burden may be linked to the fact that increasing cultural awareness of homosexuality as an identity necessitates a new type of “closet”: homosexuals must now hide not only acts, but identities. They must present a false front to the world, which Whitman expresses anxiously in “Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?”: “Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me? / Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? / Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?” Another struggle in “Calamus,” then, is to create a sort of code by which homosexuals may subtly identify one another, which now may signal not only sexual or romantic intentions, but also solidarity in a shared identity. In “Among the Multitude,” Whitman describes “one picking me out by secret and divine signs, / Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband… Some are baffled, but that one is not— that one knows me.” Whitman addresses “this one” (who is, interestingly, not explicitly gendered in the poem) as a “lover and perfect equal” whom Whitman intends to “discover me so by faint indirections, / And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.” I find myself imagining Ginsberg (or possibly imagining Ginsberg imagining himself) as the one addressed in this poem, picking up on Whitman’s “indirections” from across the supermarket. I’d like to think that I, too, would be one to recognize Whitman’s queerness— for despite over a century of evolving language and politics, I recognize elements of my own experience as a queer person reflected in "Calamus.”

This article gave me some great insights about “Calamus” and queer identity.

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learningenglish82 · 3 years

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From 1st through 5th, May

There was the place where children can play in Shoan elementary school.

My baby had a walk around and did practice to stand.

Then, we went to Inokashira park with a picnic sheet.

But the sheet was too small to sit for us.

Only my baby was sitting there, and she seemed fun.

We were there again with a big blue sheet.

But, the one was too thin and uncomfortable.

It didn’t matter for my baby, she walked around on it and touched sands and grasses.

My wife's parents' house was about to be completed.

She said it was so small but I think having a house at Tokyo was great.

That was an unnecessary worry.

Japan has a habit that we put an acorns calamus into the bath to pray our health and as a talisman on 5th May.

That’s old habit and recently we don’t often do that.

We tried that with praying my baby’s health.

#learning english #language #NIKKI

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calliecuster · 6 years

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BASICS

Full Name: calamus joseph custer

Meaning of Name: his name means “cane,” “grass,” or “reed.”

Nickname: callie

Birth Date: june 10th

Astrological Sign and Details: he’s a gemini! he believes very much in astrology and checks his horoscope every day.

Birth Place: he was born in tchulla, mississipi, in the local hospital.

Age: 21

Nationality: american

Race: mixed white

Hair Color: brunette

Hair Style: wears it long, frequently putting it in complicated styles. he’s been growing it out for years and it reaches about mid-back by now. it’s his pride and joy, and loves to play with it and pamper it. buns and braids are favorite styles.

Distinct Features of Face: he has a somewhat rectangular face, and is naturally pretty, with a greek nose, defined brow, and deep-set brown eyes. high cheekbones and clear skin. he has a very small scar on the right side of his lip.

Glasses or Contacts: he doesn’t have either, and never has, but he DEFINITELY needs them.

Eye Color: deep brown.

Skin Tone: pale peach.

Scars or Distinguishing Marks: he has track-mark scars on his wrists, and heavy scarring on his upper thighs and butt. his right ear-lobe is scarred.

Disabilities: he has undiagnosed depression, anxiety, and PTSD, as well as having substance abuse issues, but he muddles through regardless.

Build or Body Type: tall and slender, with a nice build, slim waist, and decent muscles. he has long legs and a nice silhouette; overall, he’s a very attractive person, and he’s quietly proud of this, despite the fact that he doesn’t have very much confidence in himself.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 189

Speech Patterns: though he’s trying to wean himself off of it, callie still has a very strong and noticable southern accent.

Tag Words: ‘you know?’ ‘puh-leaseeeee’ ‘gosh’ or ‘gee’ or ‘goodness.’ never takes the lord’s name in vain.

Gestures: he always plays with his hair, especially when he’s nervous, while he’s talking.

Weakness: is very easily guilted. loves ice cream. you can tempt him with drugs and sex just like that.

FAMILY AND CHILDHOOD

Mother: his mother is a woman named gracie custer. she dropped out of high school and married her boyfriend when she got pregnant at the age of sixteen; an uncommon occurrence where she lived. though she is a sweet woman, and hard-working, she has a hard time finding her own path and has a habit of allowing others to decide things for her, such as her husband. she was raised with the rigid rules of the Bible Belt, and lives by them rigorously in many ways that are unhealthy. despite this, she is kind and giving, but easily flustered and annoyed as well. she loves babies, but struggles to handle all her children in the small space which they live. she works at a local corner store. she loved her son, Calamus, but largely sat idly by whenever he was beaten, and often told him that he was ‘asking for it’ and wouldn’t have to take whippings if he just ‘followed the rules.’

Father: calamus’s father is a man named hank custer, who works in construction. he is not very in touch with his emotions, and is an incredibly hard-working and proud man. he values appearance, obedience under god, and doing things correctly, and he and his oldest son never got along. what was initially just conflict and discipline eventually grew to serious abuse as calamus got older and more bold, and he would frequently beat callie growing up, until calamus ran away from home at the age of sixteen .

Family Finances: living under the poverty line; lived in a trailor home, paycheck-to-paycheck, with food stamps.

Birth Order: callie was the oldest of seven. he has a younger brother named jethro, three youngest sisters named elseth, november, and serafina, a little brother named clyde, and an infant sister named patience.

Other Close Family: n/a

Best Friend: callie spent most of his childhood as the ‘ringleader’ or a small group of neighborhood boys, who would often spend all their time together getting into mischief and entertaining themselves in the trailer park. this group included calamus custer, who was undeniably the leader of the group. he was often the one who called the shots, and the rest of the boys often spent their time jumping to callie’s defense and helping him out. he spend most of his time with them, in order to avoid going home. it also included elijah jeans, who calamus often felt he related to the most in the group. like callie, he liked a lot of things that boys weren’t supposed to, like nice clothes and theatre. callie and elijah would spend long hours watching videos or movies on the internet in secret, and gushing about it and the outfits and the music later. if elijah was gay, however, he didn’t figure it out until calamus left. maximilian o’connor could climb higher, run faster, and jump farther than anyone else in their group. it was a common activity to try to out-do max, but no one could ever quite managed it. he was seemingly good at every sport he touched, and everyone always fought over got to have him on his team whenever they played anything. callie usually settled this by hoarding him to himself. finn tosh was probably the quietest of their little group, and wasn’t quite as rowdy as everyone else, but callie kind of liked that. it made him easy to talk to, and it made it more special when he was coaxed into participating. he had a beautiful singing voice, and callie always tried to convince him to let him film it. he only agreed once, right before callie left home. thaddeus mcmarren was the youngest out of everyone, and he often followed callie around like he was star-struck. he lived with his aunt and uncle after his mother died of overdose, and with a huge gaggle of cousins, and didn’t really get very much attention at home. since callie related to this, he and the rest of the boys always made sure plenty of eyes were on thaddeus, especially when he needed it. the two would walk and talk together to avoid going home often. if anyone was callie’s ‘second-in-command,’ it was asher tingsley. he had a lot of the same charm and enthusiasm that calamus did, and the same fire. he got angry easy and was always ready to put it all on the line and fight for his friend’s sakes, and was the one who spent the most hours in detention with callie, even though they all had their fair share. every couple of nights, callie would sleep over at the house of miles mobius. he had the nicest house and the nicest parents, and there was a beat-up futon in his room where calamus could sleep. callie remembers staying up late with milo and just talking a lot about things. about school. about what they were gonna do when they got older. about the things they loved and the things that scared them. seth ways and callie together always equaled trouble, because they always came up with the most reckless and awful and horrible ideas together. in chemistry, they would start fires. when they were wandering around the local dump, they would also start fires. one time, in seth’s house, they started a fire. there were a lot of fires, actually. and lucas hughs… he was the first boy callie really liked. i mean, he knew he was gay for a long time, but lucas, he really LIKED. and he was his first kiss, too. but lucas didn’t feel the same way, so callie moved on. regardless, they were incredibly close friends, and they usually spent hours talking together, sitting together, and trying to avoid going home. they liked a lot of the same things, and had a lot of the same thoughts. they always both said that one day, they would move to new york together and share an apartment. it didn’t turn out that way. callie sometimes thinks he might miss lucas the most. but he misses everyone a lot. he hasn’t seen or heard from any of them since he left mississipi at sixteen. his life has been a bit too much of a mess since then for him to play down any roots or make any real friends, and he’s only just beginning to spread out his wings in lockwood.

Other Friends: besides his little group, for the most part, callie didn’t get along with his peers growing up. he was more commonly bullied and ostracized, and he had a lot of trouble socializing once he made it to new york, too, due to his circumstances.

Enemies: n/a?

Pets: never

Home Life During Childhood: callie was born into a family living beneath the poverty line in the deep south, being raised on a lot of values that are common in the bible belt. obedience to god, valuing one’s family, working hard, respecting your elders, etc. etc. growing up, calamus didn’t have the same interests as a lot of other boys his age. he loved the idea of having long, beautiful hair, wearing his mother’s make-up and clothes, dancing, and singing. he liked things like trucks and exploring the woods and making things blow up and racing, too. but no one ever worried about that. the more prominent these interests became, and the more his bold personality began to show, the more his family tried to squash it down. his father in particular, a man who highly valued hard work, obedience, and image, often clashed with his eldest son. he frequently punished him for being too feminine, for shaming their family, for not working hard enough, and anything else that happened to piss him off, and calamus was no stranger to neither his belt nor the back of his hand growing up. calamus was naturally very charismatic and charming, and surprisingly, didn’t have a difficult time making friends in his neighbourhood. while he faced a fair deal of bullying and discrimination at school over the years, he built up a small “following” of boys who lived in the same trailer park as him, and were more open-minded than their parents. he spent most of his time wandering the streets with them and sleep over at their houses. they were close-knit. they would protect each other even at self-sacrifice, laugh and play together, and go along with calamus’ whims. doing complicated hair tutorials from Youtube with the blonde locks that calamus had been passionately growing out since he was small, recreating music videos, exploring the local dump and racing through the town. this was what protected him and kept him going for a very long time, and what made him stay, despite everything else that happened. his family, the church, the troubles at school. this only ended in him getting in more trouble at home, where there always seemed to be a new excuse to beat him.

What Did His, Her or Their Bedroom Look Like: for a while growing up, calamus shared a room with his younger brother, jethro. the two of them lived in a small bedroom of the trailer that they lived, with just enough room for two twin beds. it was a bit small and it was a pain to share with jethro, because the two of them never got along, but at least it was a room with space to put his things and a door and a bed. once his youngest brother, clyde, was born, and got old enough that his parents didn’t want him in their room anymore, clyde got calamus’s bed, and he was basically banished to the living room. he slept on the couch and kept his things in rubbermaid tubs in the living room.

Any Sports or Clubs: not really! he spent most of his time with his little group of friends, but didn’t participate in much else.

Favorite Toy or Game: calamus’s favorite things growing up were his hot wheel cars, and his mother’s makeup, when he could get into it. when he did the latter, however, he was always in a TON of trouble afterwards.

Schooling: calamus went to the local public school, like most kids in the area did. callie had a lot of troubles; most kids at school didn’t care for him, and a lot of his teachers didn’t hide their distaste, either. he got in trouble a lot at school. he missed class frequently, either because he was staying home to help watch his younger siblings, or because he didn’t want to put up with the teasing and just skipped. as a result, he was usually failing most of his classes. he decided very early on that he was probably just stupid, and it wasn’t worth trying in class.

Favorite Subject: science

Popular or Loner: a little bit of both! he was definitely popular with certain kids, but not with a lot of others.

Important Experiences or Events: when Calamus was freshly sixteen, he and his father had a severe altercation after they found out that callie had secretly pierced their right ear some time ago, typically hidden by his long hair. by the end of the night, calamus had a split lip, a limp, and a buzzcut. leaving their friends behind was the hardest thing calamus ever had to do, but it was at this point that they decided that they couldn’t stand living in the same tiny town with nothing on the horizon and no adults caring about what went on at home. he hitch-hiked his way out of town, new york bound, and didn’t look back. once he was in new york, he bounced around from shelters to couches to the streets for several years, before he was finally able to get a job and save up enough to get a tiny apartment. he has only recently saved up enough to enroll at lockwood.

Health Problems: insomnia, substance abuse, frequently gets migraines due to his lack of vision correction.

PERSONAL

Bad Habits: when he gets nervous he’ll chew on the ends of his hair, flinch, make himself small, back himself up against the wall or try to find the nearest escape route. he hoards things like there’s no tomorrow, in case he needs them. over-drinks and still dabbles with drug use, though he’s trying to break the habit.

Good Habits: tries to eat good food, is a penny-pincher, never late to anything, is always cleaning his apartment and himself, almost obsessively.

Best Characteristic: his optimism.

Worst Characteristic: his drama and lack of confidence.

Worst Memory: the time he was beaten for piercing his ear before he ran away from home. everything after that was awful, too, but the realization that his father didn’t care for his mental or emotional wellbeing at all, and him and the rest of his family and all their neighbors would always value appearances more than him, stung worst of all.

Best Memory: callie’s fondest memory is a tie; between hanging out with his roving gang of friends back in mississpi, after a very long fall afternoon. they were all piled atop a junk car like seals on a rock in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by this endless field and watching the sunset while they talked about nothing in particular. the other contender is the first time he got his baby sister, patience, to fall asleep in his arms. typically, she would only cry or fuss or stay up if anyone but her mother held her. but when he laid down and put her on his chest and she drifted off, that was one of the warmest feelings Calamus ever had.

Proud of: his physical appearance and ability to keep going when things are hard.

Embarrassed by: his scars, his substance use, details of his past.

Driving Style: he never learned how to drive!

Temperament: typically fairly even, more likely to shy from conflict than push it.

Attitude: positive and tenacious.

Fears: pain and going backwards in progress.

Phobias: he has a very real fear of physical pain and being trapped, of making others angry with him or disappointing those around him, and of embarrassing himself or his friends.

Secrets: heroin addiction and his previous homelessness. he doesn’t like to discuss it; it embarrasses him.

Regrets: he has a LOT of regrets. sometimes, he regrets running away. sometimes, he regrets waiting so long. sometimes, he regrets his lack of education. he regrets leaving his friends. he regrets his choices. he regrets getting involved in drug and sex, he regrets trusting the people he did, he regrets the things he did to get arrested…

Feels Vulnerable When: he shares details about himself, when he’s in a tradition classroom, or when he’s nude.

Pet Peeves: people who are too loud when it’s not necessary, people who take charge even when they don’t know what they’re doing, baby boomer customers.

Motivation: he never wants to be a homeless drug addict again. he just wants to live a comfortable life.

Short Term Goals and Hopes: to pass all his classes, settle down at school, and manage to keep up on payments.

Long Term Goals and Hopes: to settle down with someone and have a nice house and a small family, and just have… nice, basic things that people dream about.

Sexuality: very gay

Exercise Routine: he likes to go running around the neighborhood a lot.

Day or Night Person: he’s more of a day person, but often ends up staying up for a lot of the night.

Introvert or Extrovert: extrovert.

Optimist or Pessimist: optimist.

LIKES AND PREFERENCES

Music: a weird combination of flashy, catchy pop and heavy death metal.

Books: the harry potter books.

Foods: he likes almost all food, and will basically never turn anything down, but southern comfort food is a favorite.

Drinks: anything fruity and sweet and boozey.

Animals: he loves dogs and horses.

Color: blue

Clothing: he likes old band-tee-shirts, and anything swishy and flowly.

Jewelry: he doesn’t really wear any, but he has a few pretty, simple stud earrings that he’s collected over the years that are important to him.

Games: he loves any sort of card game.

Websites: twitter

TV Shows: he likes riverdale a lot.

Movies: harry potter!

Greatest Want: money

Greatest Need: sobriety

LIFESTYLE

Favorite Possession: his apartment itself. having previous been homeless for several years, just having a place to call his own is incredibly precious to him.

Most Cherished Possession: a small cats-eye marble that lucas gave him before he left home.

Town or City Name: new york

Married Before: no

Significant Other Before: no

Children: no

Relationship with Family: estranged; ran away when he was sixteen, and hasn’t had any contact with them since.

Salary: 24k/year

Other Income: has three different jobs; barista, waiter, and dog walker.

Dream Career: hair stylist or makeup artist

Dream Life: comfy, cozy, shared.

Love Life: mostly just hook ups.

Sexual Turn Ons: loving sex, biting, getting his hair pulled, being praised.

Sexual Turn Offs: being hit in any way, shape, or form, or being bossed around too much.

Hobbies: singing, dancing, doing complicated hair styles, exploring, sciencey things, watching comedy shows, sewing, embroidery, and running.

Guilty Pleasure: he really likes to dress up and try on skirts and dresses, but he tends to keep this on the down-low. also ice cream.

Talents or Skills: he’s really good with hair and make-up, and he’s a really good dancer, too. very good with babies.

Intelligence Level: he’s decently smart, but doesn’t believe that he is, and has had very little education in his lifetime.

#tasks #lock:task003 #headcanons #tw: drug abuse #tw: drugs #tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: homophobia #tw: mental illness #(mental illness ment)#tw: overdose #(overdose ment)

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