#if anyone has any pigeon pet questions feel free to ask!! they make really good pets

[yellowplumfruit]

while yes all pigeons in the us are domesticated and there is nothing legally wrong with taking a pigeon off the street to keep as a pet, please keep in mind that you could be taking it away from it’s partner or babies :(

if you are serious about keeping a pigeon, i strongly suggest looking into rescues because there are always always pigeons in need of homes!

#if anyone has any pigeon pet questions feel free to ask!! they make really good pets #great lakes pigeon rescue is a really good one! they also ship!!! #this is obviously irrelevant if u are saving one from an injury or it’s sick #or if u see a fancy breed in the wild! #i rescued mine bc he wouldn’t have survived outside bc he’s fancy #please just be respectful and responsible :) #also i say in the us bc i have no idea about the rest of the world #there’s some pretty cool native pigeons (like the fruit dove!!)

[lilkermit14]

Lavender & Mint

Fem!reader x Pero Tovar 

Synposis: In the conventional village of Cullfield lived an unconventional woman who served as an apothecary for the townsfolk. Stubborn and set in her ways, the woman of three tens remains unmarried and childless and plans to continue as such for the rest of her life, much to the horror and confusion of the village. But this unconventional woman has some surprises in store for her when an unconventional man named Pero Tovar rides into town, an event that will change both her and his plans forever—and may flip Cullfield upside down too.

Notes: Idk why I kept mentioning poop complications this chapter but I’m sorry and enjoy. It’s been a while but the CHAPTER is here. Please reblog!!!!

General Warnings: minor injuries, slow-burn, eventual smut, blood, childbirth

For this chapter: Non-sexual references to poop, mention pregnancy, murder, implicit brief reference to infanticide or child abandonment, pre-marital pregnancy and it’s complications in the 1400s, religious “morals”. 

Chapter 5: Garlic 

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“When was the last time you passed bowels, Mister Ashdown?” you inquire, pressing on the old man’s stomach knowing you have found the root cause of his stomach issues. He blinks for a moment thinking as he lays on your observation table, before telling you, “quite some time I’m afraid.”

“I see,” you move your hands away putting your hands on your hips, “well, it seems that you just have a case of constipation––burdensome but not something hard to fix or that will have you laying on your deathbed.”

“You sure?” he asks, almost confused, moving to rise up from the table by himself only for you to come to his assistance. You clarify yourself, “Yes, you have many signs that point to it. It can be caused by a lack of competitive foods in your diet and is more likely with old age.”

“I’m not that old,” He interjects, but you compete, “Yes, but you're old enough for a blockage sir––you’ll be glad to know you’ll live to be truly old as long the burden is treated.”

He huffs now in a sitting position with legs dangling from the table, “so what do you have so i’ll shit.”

You huff at his language, “standard garlic will help move the process along, and I’m suggesting you make sure to eat more greens and berries to clear your system.”

You always assumed that you were let free to discuss any matters with your patients when they were the only ones in the shop, as no one else resided in your residence besides you. But that arrangement had changed and you were not the only one that resided in your home, “If my cock and bowels stop working just have someone put me out of my misery.”

You turn rigid and scandalized to see the face of Pero Tovar standing in your back entrance of the shop—entered unbeknownst to you through quiet steps and a lack of clear view. Mister Ashdown has no qualms defending himself, “I’m only five tens and if my cock doesn’t work how is my wife pregnant?”

You want to scream having to hear this conversation and did certainly not want to be reminded of the conversations you were subjected to by Farrah Ashdown. When the woman at four tens and five found out she was pregnant she spared no expense in telling you how it happened. You opted to rush him along before you could get his account of what he does with his wife, “okay sir here’s your supply get going now.”

“Enjoy the shit,” you hear Pero say and before mister ashdown can respond he is out your door. You turn to Pero fury and rage evident on your face as you are prepared to let the flames of hell loose on him. All he has is a stupid look on his face as he lets out the word, “what?”

“You bastard,” you begin pointing your finger at him moving towards him with menace in your voice towards a man that stands unbothered, “you do not talk to ANY of my clients in such manner especially in my shop.”

“Why is that hermosa? I would be rude to that man outside of your business, what makes your apothecary different?” He queries again with that name, only increasing your anger and distaste for him at the moment. With clenched teeth, you answer him, “I don’t care what you say to Mister Ashdown in town, but my shop is a place of respect––a place where anyone can come for health problems even if they are embarrassing. I want people to know they won’t be judged here because if they feel like they will be, they will come when it’s too late and I can’t do anything for them.”

Pero raises his brow at you, but lets you continue your rant uninterrupted, “When my mother was still alive, a young woman at ten and six came to us complaining of diarrhea, something she was embarrassed to talk about because it was gross and she did not want suitors to find out. Turns out she had sickness from a miasma––we took one look down the town well and discovered a deer had fallen in and died overnight.”

“That was lucky,” he comments, still invested in your story despite the vile nature of talking about excretion. You continue, “Yes, and we may not have caught it so soon if she didn’t come to us. The sickness is fast acting, in hours many more villagers could have been sick, but it was only her––and she lived.”

“Lived?” you smile at his question feeling pride at the healing powers your mom had and hope you live up to, “Yes, the sickness causes dehydration quickly but if you keep the person well hydrated and area clean to prevent reinfection––they will live. This summer she gave birth to her third child at my aid.”

“So their trust is important to you?” you give him a simple nod, glad he is understanding what you were asking of him. You turn to clean up the materials you had brought out to examine Mister Ashdown, not realizing that Pero was not done with questions, “Like how that woman came to you the other day crying in distress?”

You freeze––you had really thought the interest in Mariam had ended when William had first asked you about her the day after asking if she was okay. You nodded and told him it was just feminine needs and didn’t serve much interest in men, something that usually turned men away from asking questions. Well not Pero Tovar I guess, “Why was she crying?”

“It’s a complicated matt––”

“Things of safety are something I have to worry about you know,” He interjects, and you turn your head looking at him to see something serious cross his face, “I have to keep everyone in this village safe––you in particular hermosa––and I want to know if theres something you need to tell me.”

“Part of gaining trust is not telling personal information,” you counter, pulling together to formulate a lie, “It’s nothing of safety she was upset about something––she’s a friend of sorts to me.”

You can tell he doesn’t buy it––he can probably pull the full story together even though you doubt he’s heard a single thing about Mariam’s husband beating her––but he accepts, slouching and learning against a table in thought, “William and I may go for a short hunt––there's not much action in this town I’m afraid and we could use some fresh game.”

You nod, “If you catch any pigeon, I know how to handle it so it's not gamey.”

He huffs, “We're not very good hunters I’m afraid, so you’ll probably only get that or rabbit.”

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Pero Tovar had useful traits to him––like getting you pigeons––but he was mostly an annoyance. His mere presence always had you on edge, as you waited for something, something from him. It was usually something he said but if not it was his scent or stench rather of pine and something that was him. It was also his sloppy manner, the way he seemed raised with no table manners as he ate all your meals. He spoiled Mite, petting him and feeding him table scraps much to your despair. He was also too loud, his boots filling up the cottage and shop with noise, something that never usually happened.

You lent some time today to make more bread for the household, settling at your dining table and working the necessary ingredients for dough together. Mite lays in the corner, not doing his job as per usual and watching you with some sort of interest in the mannerisms of bread making, but he was likely just hoping for more food in the future. Kneading dough you begin to imagine the dough is Pero kneading your frustration into it. You press and it is his stupid broad shoulders that take up too much space. You pull, it’s the curls on the nape of his neck that are too unruly and untidy. You slam it down, it’s that stupid smile that appears on his face when you have entertained him. God you hate Pero Tovar.

“You may want to stop before you overwork the dough sweetheart,” You stop and see Mildred Becker staring at you with an amused look on her face. You huff Jesus, what does she want, “Sorry for my state, I didn’t hear you enter.”

“Don’t worry I understand too well––I always work out my anger into the dough,” you chuckle a little thinking about how a woman with too many children works out anger the same way as you––you definitely hate Pero Tovar, “I just stopped by because I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You perk up, “Is Cateline suffering from baby blues again.”

“No, No thank the lord––we’ve been watching over her better this time,” Mildred rounds off, and you remember despite the grievances she gives you, she is a good mother to her children. She was the first to notice that something was wrong with her daughter after the birth and came to you to talk about it. From there Cateline was able to recover and enjoy motherhood, “Something with your house guest Pero Tovar has come to my attention.”

“What did he do,” You ask, prepared to beat Pero Tovar with your broom, but Mildred settles you, “nothing he did, just something someone is doing around him.”

You raise your brow at her beckoning her to continue, “You know Stanislava Rolfe?”

“Of course,” you affirm, surprised she is asking you such a question when you have treated everyone in Cullfield five times over. Mildred continues, “Yes well, She has begun to work at the Inn as a barmaid––she did well with charming Balthasar I guess.”

You were wondering why a poor farmer's daughter’s career path interested you, but you didn’t interject, “I happened to take a quick ale there with my husband, when I noticed something with her and Pero Tovar. You see she appeared extra flirtatious with him––and although barmaids usually are flirty with men in hopes for extra coin, it was more intentional.”

You frown, how could such a beautiful young girl be interested in such a disgusting brute, “Why is she interested in him?”

“Who knows? Many of the girls around Cullfield were excited to see unfamiliar battle-hardened men I supposed,” She ponders for a moment, “all we do know is that she is likely interested in him.”

“I don’t think he is interested in taking a wife,” You contest, brushing aside that Pero would have feelings for the young girl of two tens. Mildred just gives you a hardened stare, “He doesn’t have to be interested in matrimony to want something from her.”

Oh

“Was he showing interest back?” you dig trying to figure out the full extent of what you are formulating must be a whirlwind romance. Mildred hums, “no I suppose not, but sometimes men take persistent interest as a way to have a good time.”

You bite your lip remembering that Pero did not fornicate with prostitutes but barmaids, and feel a ball of ache and pain in your stomach at the thought. Mildred instates, “I came to you about this because I want you to try to stop it.”

“Stop it?”

“Yes, make it clear he is to not have such guests,” Mildred explains, and you can tell by her tone and expression you are in for some sort of story, “You know well enough that things go arigh when an unmarried woman gets pregnant, right.”

“Of course,” you remember the chaos that erupted in families when one of their daughters ended up pregnant, and the hasty weddings that came from it. But Mildred had a different story, “although most of the time it gets swept under the rug with a quick marriage and everyone just chooses to ignore it––horrid things can happen when there's not one.”

Mildred sits down at the nearby table, in clear thought of something dark and you go to sit down at a nearby chair, “When I was about ten and eight, and old enough to understand these things, a girl was taken advantage of by a soldier in our village. She was ten and six, and him far older so he should have had the wisdom not to mess with her. What mattered was after it happened, he left with his troop and was never seen in my home village again. She got pregnant, and tried to hide it at first––her mom was dead and she had no older sisters or aunts to go to, so she was afraid to go to her father. When it became too obvious, hate inspired awful things in the leaders of the village, and by the time she gave birth it accumulated.”

Mildred takes a moment to pause, emotions brewing inside her and you feel yourself frozen in place, “she tried to talk to them, pleading, saying he pressured her––persuaded her, but they all pointed and said witch and condemned her son too. She was burn’t at the stake, and her son––well he was never seen again.”

A pause fills the air as you sit in shock, digesting what Mildred has told you, “I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Mildred huffs, “I’m sorry too, I made sure to get a husband that would get me out of that village and landed a good one on the way––I had seen what that village did to women and children for the sake of moral value and did not intend to stay so my daughters could see too. Adultery is a two person crime that only one party, the feminine one, receives punishment for.”

“So that's why Pero and Stanislava are of such concern to you?” You assume, and Mildred nods, “Although I think Cullfield is of better standing, I don’t desire to find out what they would do if such a case erupted. The girl may be doing this because she intends to capture a man with a better job, but mercenaries rest for a few women and not those of ten and eight.”

“I can understand her intentions I suppose,” you contemplate, believing that she doesn’t hold much true interest in him, but for a better life. Mildred hums, “so is there a chance you can talk to Pero about it?”

“I already established that he is to not bring guests into my home, and I doubt they would find a secluded enough place otherwise,” you reassure, standing up, “I can even remind him today if you would like.”

“That would be good,” Mildred agrees, joining you in standing and allowing you to guide her to the door, “be on the lookout too if you see her come preying––even though he lacks true interest.”

“I will,” you say, and somewhere in your heart you feel prepared to beat Stanislava Rolfe with your broom instead of Pero.

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Gardening was no easy task but it was the most necessary task the runner of an apothecary and a household had. Today your tending to crops was more focused on your food supply rather than collecting the necessary ingredients to keep your shop running. You're pleased to see that the last of your harvest grew well, and know that your winter stock will last even with your house guest. You had already pulled out all the carrots, and beets, and had shucked the vines wounding your house of beans and brussel sprouts. You were now left to work at the tough vines of the gourds and squash, planning on leaving the single pumpkin for Pero to handle––who should be on his way home from helping Balthasar with something at his inn.

Standing up with the final gourd in hand––you see something that fills you with immediate displeasure and sickens you to your core. Pero is walking up to your house pursued by Stanislava. You don’t quite know why you feel this angry at him; maybe it’s because you gave him explicit reminders on conduct or maybe––something else. Seeing the near, and well hearing Stanislava, you attempt to think fast to try to get her to leave. Greeting them both in an unnatural kind manner, “Pero, Stanislava, greetings.”

Pero gives you an immediate strange look while his shadow is oblivious and greets you back, “I was just telling Pero this wonderful stor––”

“Oh I must ask how is your rash healing up,” You feel like clapping your hands over your lips the moment the words fly out of your mouth. Stanislava stops in her tracks staring at you blankly, “what?”

“The one I gave you the ointment for––on your groin,” Oh my God what were you doing.

Stanislava turns bright red, “Good thank you––I––I have things to tend to at home, good evening you two.”

Stanislava hurries off, and an amused smile erupts on Pero’s face, “thank you for finally scaring that crow off––she’s been yapping my ear off with nonsense for weeks––I guess you're my scarecrow.”

“Excuse me?” scarecrow, you were going to kill this man. He smiles, a genuine smile, “Yes you scared off my crow––like a scarecrow would. Plus you're covered in leaves right now.”

“Do not call me that”

“Fine mi espantapájaros”

“I swear I’ll smother you in your sleep”

“Is that a true promise for you? Like how you promised not to tell customers private information yet just shouted about the crow’s crotch rash,” at that your body works on it’s own, taking the gourd in your hand and flinging it at Pero’s chest. It was a magnificent shot, and caused the vegetable to break and splatter it’s internal organs onto Pero’s chest and neck. Pero steps back from the impact and looks down on the goop he’s now covered in, “Now, no good espantapájaros does that.”

You press your palm to your face, “Just cut the pumpkin for me and bring it inside, you could use a good bath anyway, your stench is disgusting.”

“I do not smell,” he retorts, and you ignore him, bringing inside your harvest. You really do hate Pero Tovar.

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Apothecary’s feelings––hate or nah yall?

Garlic is use to treat a lot of ailments in Arab traditional medicine, including  heart disease, high blood pressure, arthritis, toothache, infections, and––as seen in this fic––constipation. Listen, I know the constipation part is true because I ate a pesto made with raw garlic and LORD did I shit. Anything else, not quite sure but hey worth a shot if you are desperate. 

It is also seen as an immune booster for colds and coughs––in fact if you are congested from a cold putting a clove of garlic in each nostril can clear that shit OUT.  

Garlic is also believed to help asthma symptoms. IDK if it actually is true but that’d be iconic because my mom loves garlic and she has asthma. 

Garlic is my favorite seasoning. I put it in my soup. I put it in my eggs. I put it in my ramen. I put it in my burgers. I put it in my cooch––

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[mahvaladara]

For the OC questions (Sorry for being so late, been a busy.. gaming wise, weekend!) 90-100 for Mal 1-10 for Annika 20-30 for Maeve 40-50 for a teenage Syra perhaps?

[Ga]Mal[l] Sullyvan

90. What is their occupation?

Gamall is a full-time Wanderer, which is a type of Valasyr who specializes in wandering between cities, countries, planets, and even universes seeking to harness as much knowledge and power as possible. They are also often called knowledge and power devourers.

Currently, Gamall is a full-time Biologist and freelance Gardener.

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Depends. His family respects him dearly. From where he came he was respected out of utter fear. But those days are in the past and he is living a new life and earning respect by hard labor.

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

Gamall once was in this position, and he had wanted back then to see his former wife Caitlyn and former son Seimei before disappearing. He went and got a few last minutes with them, but he didn't die. He wished he did. For time came to claim Caitlyn eventually, and as for Seimei, he killed the boy when he came seeking "revenge" for the death of his father.

He now has come to the conclusion that if death ever comes for him, it's not like he can prepare for it. So he lives every day as if he only had minutes to live, seeking to amass as much fulfillment as he can, rather by the form of material goods, personal knowledge, spiritual power, hedonistic pleasure, or life experiences.

93. How do they deal with stress?

Gamall is already quite the shittalker and blabbermouth, but when under stress that becomes worse. But he is paradoxal and it mostly depends on the type of stress, it can either be met with agression or silence and either of the two are always foreboding.

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?

Versatile personality. Gamall adapts well to the people around him, but he is not a pushover and he despises whoever tries to dominate him by force. He does enjoys playing the sub as much as the dom and though Gamall can actually be very manipulative, it is not on his interests to dominate or command others, usually his manipulation only working to make sure people don't bother him.

95. Do they have a pet?

Currently no. But they'll have a lot of chickens and a lot of cows.

Gamall used to have a horse called Eggplant, but there's a running gag that if he gets a horse it'll die, so... yea, that happened.

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

Pffft. They don't exactly need too, they can kill you with their mind alone, but this is the type of asshole who will kill you with a duck if you tell him he can't.

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

The farmlands. Gamall isn't keen on big cities or places with a lot of people around because it usually means trouble and pain for him and he'd rather not.

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Depends. He has found out that addressing a fireball to whom it may concern is a great way to calm down, but he can't exactly commit capital murder everytime someone annoys him. Gardening currently has been providing him a lot of calm and quiet he needs.

99. Are they co-dependent?

No.

100. Are they a day, or night person?

Night person, it helps that he doesn't need sleep.

1. How do they present themselves to others?

Anika comes off as a smart, kind and fun girl, your level-headed rich girl who's always had everything she needed.

To her dad however, she's a rebelious teenager finally breaking free from a sheltered and controled life. She is finally learning magic rather he wants her to or not and continuing on his footsteps trying to find a way to return Apollo's heart and find a way to save Arlo.

2. Do they like animals?

Yes. Anika had a cat as a child, but due to her mother's illness she had to give away the cat. After her mother passed away, Anika and Apollo adopted a dog. Anika ended up being the one to keep the dog, since Arlo hurt their dog when they tried to take it to Apollo's home.

3. How do they dress?

Anika dresses in a very sporty rich way. She prefers wearing high end sports clothes, leggings, crop tops and track suits, anything she can move well in and exercise in. Sometimes she pairs them with fishnets and accessories that give her a more sporty witch feel.

4. How many languages do they know?

Anika speaks english and spanish.

5. How big is their family?

Currently it's just her and her father. Her mother used to be around but she was killed by an unknown dragon who her father refuses to name.

6. What is their purpose in the story?

Anika is Apollo's best friend and girlfriend, she is also a witch and a dragon hunter, who is currently aiding Apollo in finding a cure for Arlo's rot the same way her father before sought her mothers. After her mother's death, Anika decided she had a duty to Apollo to help him save her brother, as it was Anika who lured Arlo to the trap.

7. Do they know how to fight?

Anika is petite, but Anika can kick your ass. Her father taught her kickboxing.

8. What is their back story?

Anika is the only daughter of Isaiah and Melantha Lorenn, she moved with her father to Windenburg when he was offered a position as a principle at the school. She lived a pretty uneventful life despite her father's side work as a dragon hunter and spellcaster. Anika herself was a powerful spellcaster but her father kept her away from the major things he was doing. Eventually, Anika fell to a trick to capture the two child dragons, her best friend Apollo and Arlo.

9. Why is their name, their name?

I really liked the sound of Anika, and since Isaiah and Melantha also had unique names, I wanted Anika to have a name that would feel like she's a girl born into the 1%.

10. Do they have any nick names?

Ani, by Apollo, Queen B(itch) by Arlo. Princess by many of her school peers.

20. What do they look like?

See thee above.

21. What are their hobbies?

Maeve's hobbies include watching football and baseball games, writting research law papers, cooking and working out.

22. What are their ticks?

Their what?

23. Do they like children?

Maeve has five children, her eldest twins Arlo and Apollo, her middle daughter, Syracusia, and her youngest twins Talia and Dimitri.

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

Maeve is pretty brave and adventurous but as most people she tends to avoid wild foxes and other animals.

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

It would be Mal and it would be the yelling "I feel good!" prank when he was busy spraying bugs, doing the laundry or when he's vacumming.

26. Do they have any survival skills?

Yes, she can pitch a tent, filter water and cook most wilderness food. She also knows how to hunt, since her father enjoyed hunting pigeons, ducks and rabbits. She knows how to make a snare trap.

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

50/50. She's very book smart when it comes to education and law, but has a lot of street smart when dealing with her clients, and the cases she has. She knows what the jury are more likely to simpathise with and usually builds her case defense around this.

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Usually by trying to solve it. If she can't solve it, she asks for help, but she is not one to run away from a situation.

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?

Personality and smarts.

30. What music do they enjoy?

Maeve enjoys rock, old school rock and roll.

40. How do they become who they are?

Syra is the lucky three. She has a very calm and uneventfull life despite what luck befalls are siblings, and she is lucky to get two younger siblings, so she never got very cotroling parents breathing over her shoulder, so she was allowed to be herself. She has a very supporting father in Mal, who supports her every decision, and a big brother who loves her and whenever he is well, Arlo will go with her to do whatever she wants.

41. How was their childhood?

She had a happy childhood. Though they moved when she was a kid, she was young enough for it to not cause a negative impact on her growing up. At the contrary of her older siblings, Syra wasn't forced to go to a private school, and being in public school allowed her to be a regular girl without the pressure of being examplar.

42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?

One of her friends is a mooch, who's only around her to get good grades and to steal her stuff, she doesn't know this yet.

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?

Syra adapts pretty well to her surroundings and situations. She's a versatile girl who knows she has parents and siblings who will help her if she needs.

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar

Syra is soft spoken, quiet and calm.

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Very much. Syra grew up watching her two older brothers getting into very violent altercations, especially when Arlo was feeling well. She usually would get in the middle of the two. She now knows why they'd fight.

46. When is their birthday?

Syra was born in Autumn, I think.

47. Are they quick to judge?

Not really. Syra is very empathetic.

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

No.

49. Do they act different around different people?

No.

50.Do they enjoy the arts?

Syra enjoys theater, film and music.

#syra #mal #maeve #anika #izayoichan

[thoushallnotfall]

Hi there! I'm new to The Lost Boys community (I saw the movie about three days ago and I deep dived in XD) and I really admire your works and posts. I'm a little shy about talking to everyone but I hope to eventually start writing and join the fandom on here. You're a wonderful writer and I was wondering if you, or any other writers you know, had any key points/tips for writing the boys?

Well first of all welcome! We're super happy to have you! ❤️

While I saw the movie for the first time YEARS ago, I actually only joined the fandom here on Tumblr a few weeks ago myself, and it's been a really wonderful experience so far! I think you'll really enjoy it once you get settled in; everyone I've interacted with has been nothing but kind and supportive, and that's the kind of energy I'm trying to put back out into the community. ☺️

Thank you so much for the compliment! I appreciate so much that you think I'm worth asking for advice! 🥺

I can't speak for how anyone else writes them/how others in the fandom view the boy's or their personalities, but I can give you some tips for each of the boys when I write them.

This is written more like a general headcanon list (I hope that's okay!), but hopefully it helps you for writing! ☺️

Paul

Paul is the biggest flirt of the group. The other boys do flirt of course, but Paul is always flirting. This also makes Paul the horniest of the four. The boy is handsy. He likes to touch you however he possibly can.

Despite being a flirt, Paul is also very sweet. He's go a sort of childlike sincerity buried underneath the top layer of horny teenager. So once he's in love, he's in love. An absolute sap. A lost puppy that will follow you everywhere and whine when you're gone or not paying enough attention to him.

I'm going to be 100% real; he's the dumbest of the four, but it just makes him cuter in my opinion. Doesn't always get things unless they're spelled out for him (or he's already in on the joke).

Things he really loves: his look, rock music, and pot.

He's BFFs with Marko and if the four of them aren't together the two are usually hanging out as a pair. Paul is not really the kind of person to enjoy the pleasure of his own company (unless he's doing something *personal*...if you get my meaning)

If he messes up and upsets you/you have a fight he's not the best at apologies. He'll pout, and stubbornly maintain it wasn't his fault regardless of whose fault it actually was. Eventually though, he'll miss you enough that his need to see you will win out over his need to be right, and he'll come find you. He probably still won't apologize unless the fight was really bad, but he'll pout at you and shoot you sad, puppy dog eyes until you you give in and let him grab you for a huge hug and a flurry of make-up kisses.

Will kiss you anywhere anytime with anyone watching. Will start making out in front of the guys and just, try to go all the way with them all right there. He doesn't care if he has an audience.

Marko

Marko kind of has these duel personalities, and I think that's why he's so chaotic.

On the one hand you've got this wild child, chaos incarnate, ball of pure energy that will literally fight anyone. Then on the other you've got this deceptively smart, sweet, sensitive boy who keeps pigeons. (No, I'm serious)

Marko is a little shit though. Facts.

Loves to fight. When he's out on the boardwalk just loves a good scrape. As a vampire gets a sadistic thrill out of killing. He has no qualms about what he is and won't apologize for it.

He's incredibly sarcastic and enjoys teasing. If he wasn't being sarcastic he would physically die. Making you blush from teasing you is one of his greatest joys in life.

Marko is smart. He's always watching everything that's happening, taking mental notes. Doesn't mean he won't run into situations without thinking like a huge dumbass sometimes, but he has the capacity for higher thought.

Because he's smart, David trusts him with more responsibility, making him a sort of defacto second. (We actually see some of this in the movie, I swear I'm not pulling this from nowhere...)

While he is a little shit, he doesn't actually want to hurt the people he cares for. He is fiercely loyal, and cares deeply about those close to him. He would never want to take his teasing too far, and if he did he would make up for it by making himself look like a fool or by performing some grand gesture.

Marko doesn't have much of a temper when it comes to his s/o(other people, oh yes, you, no), but if you do get into a fight and he knows it's his fault he'll own up to it and apologize. He doesn't want to leave things messed up between the two of you. If it's not his fault, he'll give you a chance to apologize, but even if you don't he'll probably just let it go unless the fight was really serious because he just wants you around again.

Marko is more sensitive then he lets on. He enjoys time to himself to just listen to music and pet his birds. It's his time to unwind and be alone when you normally spend every waking moment with three other guys.

Marko is totally fine with PDA. He likes to pull you into his lap and kiss you, and doesn't care who's there to see it. That said, he won't go as far as Paul. He's got some standards.

Dwayne

Stoic. The strong, silent type--but we all pretty much know that, right?

Dwayne is a tired single mother of three and he needs a vacation.

Constantly having to pull Marko out of fights and pull Paul away from girls they're not actively hunting.

If you're in a relationship with all of them and the two of them gang up on you to tease you Dwayne is the one who will keep an eye on you and make sure they don't take things too far. He'll even rescue you from David if he thinks he's being too mean to you, though he'll catch hell for it later.

Dwayne is very protective of you. If you're out in public he wants keep you close by unless you go off with one of the others. If anyone tries to hit on you he will stare them down so threateningly that they piss themselves.

Dwayne isn't really a fan of PDA. He likes to hold your hand when you're out, but he doesn't usually go in for too many kisses in public. He'll accept any you give him though, and if you try and sit in his lap or hold onto him it's not like he'll push you away. He's just not going to initiate anything like that himself while you're out.

When you're in private, Dwayne is very affectionate. He loves holding you in his arms. Just, all the time. Anytime. Enjoys small, sensual moments rather than wild make-out sessions.

Is a very good listener. Doesn't usually give advice, but he's great at just listening to everyone else's problems. The other boys always go to him when they need to vent.

You literaly never get in fights. Like, if you have a "fight" it's 100% some sort of misunderstanding on your part, and Dwanye will try and calm you down and bend over backwards to try and make you feel better.

Likes to spend time on his own reading. It's one of his ways of decompressing.

Just because he is kind, doesn't mean he isn't still one of the guys. If they're playing some sort of game or prank, he'll 100% join in, and have fun doing it. He is a teenage vampire.

David

David is an asshole. That's it. That's the list.

Genuinely though, he likes being a bit of a jerk; teasing you until he takes it just a little too far, then enjoying the process of making you forgive him.

He's always the one in control of every situation he's in. Period. When he's with the boy's? He's the leader. He decides what they're doing. When it's just the two of you? He's the boss. He's in charge. He's got all the authority.

David isn't opposed to PDA per say; if you're out in public he'll usually keep his hands to himself, or just keep it light, like have his arm around you. If he really wants to be affectionate or tease you, he'll pull you into an ally or under an overpass so less people will see.

If you don't go along with everything he says you'll fight. A lot. They'll probably get bad at times, depending on how stubborn you are. He'll be furious; of all the boys, David is the only one who really gets angry. He's never going to admit he's wrong, you'll never get an apology. He'll say really hurtful things if it's a bad fight, and if you don't come back after awhile he'll eventually come looking for you. He'll say the boys miss you, and that's the closest thing you'll get to an invitation.

David has a lot on his shoulders as the leader, and that kind of isolates him front the other boys at times. Sometimes it feels like the three of them plus David. He enjoys the power he gets as the leader, but he also doesn't get to be as part of the group as much because he has more responsibility.

He's genuinely got a lot of love and affection in him. Both for you and for the boys. But he's also probably the most jaded of the boys, so his real feelings are usually buried under layers of sarcasm and ice. It's very rare that you will get him to open up about his real feelings. If you do, it's usually just a quick glimpse before his wall is back up.

I hope you liked this/it was helpful! I tried to throw in a variety of things to catch a decent amount of their personality traits, plus just some fun little stuff. 😅

Again, welcome to the fandom! If you ever have any questions feel free to reach out to me! ❤️

-Rachel

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Teddy bear jake turns 🤜🤜 yes please

CW: some vague references to past pet whump/dehumanization, some degrading language

This is a direct continuation from this drabble about Jake taking Chris to classes with him for a day.

Jake sits on a bench holding the zip-up in his lap, watching Chris sink gracefully down to kneel in the grass. He’s in the back, watching the instructor at the front of the free yoga class they do in the grassy spot next to the Student Center with rapt attention. 

Jake can’t do yoga to save his life - he’s all weight-lifting for stress relief Still, Chris had been so fucking excited when he’d seen everyone setting up - this is, is just like-like-like the videos at my Sir’s, Jake! Like classes in training, like, this is just like- that Jake couldn’t possibly have said no. So he’s just watching, leaning back against the wooden slats on the bench, as the young rescue blows every other student in the class out of the water.

Some of them look sidelong at Chris, he thinks, but they don’t say anything. And Jake wouldn’t tell, them, anyway. Yeah, look, he’s flexible as shit for the worst possible reasons and let’s just let him have this good thing today, okay?

Jake is technically working on notes for an essay in one of his classes, on the unique healthcare needs of older human pets still trapped in the system and ways to fix their lowered life expectancies, and finds himself scribbling JUST STOP HURTING THEM SO FUCKING MUCH in angular, angry writing where he’d meant to write something about a need for increased access to antibiotics.

He decides to take a break and just watch Chris, instead. He’s been moving with perfect grace through every pose, and Jake can’t quite take his eyes off him. It’s… disturbing, to know why he’s so good at this, and know at the same time that doing it makes Chris so deeply content.

“Remember that modification to your personal level of comfort is encouraged,” The instructor is saying, as the students move out of the last set of poses. She’s a woman with a long black braid and a soft, soothing, deep voice. “We have a few of our advanced students today, and we’re going to move into kapotasana, or King Pigeon Pose. Beginners, please focus on Cobra pose, and hold. Intermediate, I’d like to see a Bridge pose held deeply. Let’s begin.”

Chris is kneeling, balanced so his head is directly above his knees, as though a straight line had been drawn right through, hands against the back of his pelvis. He watched the instructor as she moves, and follows her low methodical commands.

Jake watches him inhale and tuck his chin, leaning head and shoulders back but keeping his hips perfectly still. His shoulders move under his loose long-sleeved shirt in a way Jake can’t really tell. He’s glad for the shirt having those thumb-holes in it, or Chris could never have done yoga without risk.

Chris brings his palms together in front of his sternum, a small smile on his face, and then pulls them apart, reaching over his head, his back bending as he arches backwards with his hips moving slowly forwards. He drops back, and he’s bent totally backwards, palms on the floor with his fingertips pointing towards his feet.

Jakes eyebrows raise nearly to his hairline.

Chris inhales one more time, then slowly exhales and presses his shins and forearms against the floor, shifting his hands until he can grip his own feet, his body a perfect arch with his head resting on the ground, strawberry blond against the grass. 

For a full thirty seconds, Jake stares at Chris holding a pose that Jake couldn’t even begin to touch, not with weeks of yoga, probably not with months. But Chris’s willowy body seems to hold it effortlessly.

How much time do they spend on yoga? Flexibility exercises? All so those sick fucks can watch-

The thirty seconds is up, and Chris walks his hands back away from his feet, breathing slowly as he pushes his torso back upright on the inhale. It’s all graceful, it looks so easy and effortless. 

Jake’s back hurts in sympathy, even though he knows Chris won’t hurt at all.

“Good,” The instructor praises, and Chris flushes deeply even though she isn’t really speaking directly to him. Jake watches him mouth good boy to himself, and shudders. 

There’s a question he won’t ask, about just how Chris had to do his exercising before.

The teacher takes them into Child’s Pose for a few breaths to relax, moves on, and Jake goes back to his notes - scribbling nonsense to himself, not even thinking. Before long the class is laid out in the final pose, just lying down really, the one that always made Jake fall asleep when he used to do yoga sometimes at the gym.

“Now that’s some sexy shit,” He hears someone say nearby, ad turns his head slightly to see a couple of guys his own age looking over the class. “They shouldn’t even let them do this shit out here. That’s inappropriate.”

The guy next to him laughs, and Jake’s fingers tighten slightly around the papers in his hands. 

“That hot one at the back, watching that was basically porn,” The first one says, and they both laugh again. Jake’s fingers tighten more. They’re talking about someone else, he tells himself. They’re talking about someone else. 

Not that that’s better, but if it’s Chris-

“Jake!” 

The class must be over - Chris is standing in front of him, flushed and a little sweaty and smiling, grass stains on his knees and a bright, pleased sparkle in his eyes. Jake looks up at him and smiled, too, moving to gather his things. 

“Jake, Jake, I did, I did all the poses even the hard ones, I still, I can still do them, Jake.”

“I know you can, man. You’re amazing as always.”

He pushes himself to standing, ruffling Chris’s hair, watching him melt under the affection.

“Hey.” One of the assholes from before gets Jake’s attention. “Hey, aren’t you the guy who hands out flyers downtown? The guy who got arrested protesting?”

Jake rolls his eyes, slipping his backpack over one shoulder, feeling the familiar heavy weight and wondering how old he’ll be before wearing a backpack stops feeling as natural as breathing. “Yeah, congrats, that was me.”

“What’d you get arrested for?” The second guy asks, then turns to his buddy. “What’d he get arrested for?”

“I don’t know, some Save the Whales bullshit.”

“The whales are fine,” Jake grinds out, keeping his voice calm, feeling Chris press against his side in an instinctive bid to calm the rising tension. “It doesn’t matter what I got arrested for. It was like six hours in jail, they didn’t even hold me.”

Most of us who protest end up with more than that.

“Jesus. It’s like it doesn’t even bother you.”

“It really doesn’t.” Jake shrugs. “Now, look, me and my cousin need to get to my next class, okay?” He tries not to look down at Chris. He tries not to wonder whether or not Chris had held onto his act or if he’s looking up at Jake with the trusting puppydog eyes that give him away.

He can feel Chris’s fingers doing the weird little twist, tapping against Jake’s side. Nat calls it a stim, something about calming him, said to let him do it. But Jake tries to make sure they don’t notice. 

“Yeah, okay, King Badass. Keep on fighting the good fight, or whatever.” They grin, and wave at Chris, who tentatively waves back. Jake steps slightly in front of him. “Jesus, dude, okay. We’ll leave your little boyfriend alone.”

“I’m his cousin,” Chris pipes up, right on cue. “I’m, I’m, I’m Christopher Garner-”

“Hush, Chris, you’re fine.” Jake fixes an even stare on the two other guys, who seem to shrink back a little, as if suddenly realizing for the first time just how tall and big Jake is. “Back. Off”

“Jesus. Guy reminds me of this asshole at this fucking house party I went to, following some freshman or something around all night fucking growling at anyone who talked to him. Dude was real fucking possessive, too, he wouldn’t let any of us mess with him.”

“Dude. That wasn’t a freshman.” Second guy turns to look at the first. “You didn’t notice the thing around his neck?”

Jake closes his eyes, briefly, as he sees red. As Chris, next to him, jerks in a hitched breath when he understands - faster than anyone - what they’re talking about.

I didn’t want him to know about this, that it’s not safe even here.

“It was dark. What thing around his neck?”

“You know.” Second guy twirls one finger around by his Adam’s apple in a vague gesture. “You know, dude. Like, you know… but for people?”

At least you two have the grace to be too ashamed to fucking say it.

“Was it at a goddamn frat house?” Jake asks, and Chris’s tapping against his side speeds up, his eyes get bigger, impossibly huge, impossibly vulnerable and worried. 

“What?”

“The party. Was it over on Greek Row?”

“Uhhhh maybe, I was pretty trashed before we even got there, but-”

“You know what. Never fucking mind. Just… fuck off. Unless you want the flyer, I got places to be.” Jake walks away, half-dragging Chris behind him, and the two guys watch him go, baffled.

“Jake, um, hey, hey Jake, hey hey hey-”

“Not now, Chris,” Jake says, heavily. “I just… shit, man, I just wanted this to be good for you for once-”

“Can, can, can I come back?”

Jake stops, and Chris stumbles to a stop beside him. “What?” He looks down at the brilliant green eyes that stare right back. Chris, unbelievably, is fucking smiling.

The moment of worry, of fear, of indecision and nervousness immediately forgotten.

“I want, um, I want to come back and do, do, do do more yoga, can I come back for yoga? Please?”

They do yoga on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays by the Student Center. Jake is only on campus for the Wednesday classes, but… it won’t cost that much more in bus fare, really. And it’d only be a couple of hours...

“Yeah,” Jake says, and feels his mood lighten. “Yeah, Chris. We can do that. I can study on that bench while you’re exercising. I bet Antoni and Leila will come with us, too.”

Fucking rescue field trips, twice a week. Fucking perfect.

Weirdly, the thought has him smiling.

“You’re not worried about those guys? People like them? About the, um-”

That’s it’s here, too? That you can’t escape it?

“No.” Chris shrugs, thin shoulders moving under his shirt, and folds his arms in front of himself. “Not, not, not worried about them. You’ll be here, so, so I feel safe.”

Jake sighs.

If only he could believe he could keep them that way.

“Yeah, okay. Come on, let’s get to class.”

#trauma recovery #original fiction #jake the shelter guy #chris the strawberry blond romantic #trauma recovery whump #pet whump #dehumanization #box boy #box boy universe #freed whumpee #rescued whumpee

[royallyprincesslilly]

Hey, I just started writing CE fanfic and posted my first ever and I wanted to ask you for some tips on like how you build a community of readers, promote your work, advice for a new fanfic writing, how to stay encouraged etc. Sorry if that seems like a lot haha, answer whatever but I'd love to know what you think.

Heyyy,

Welcome aboard the super talented and fun Chris Evans writing fandom. 

Wow. I am going to try to tackle this, and I hope that it is helpful and useful information. I took the last day or two to attempt to organize my thoughts, so here goes.

-Building A Community of Readers-

*I’d say consistency is a major part of it building readers. Find a way to post regularly, and I mean, what is regular for you and your life. I see people who post a story a day or even 2 stories a day all the time, and I am in awe. For me, that would only happen if I actually put my everything into cranking it out like that. So tweak what is regular for you and try to remain consistent with it.

*Creativity is also essential. You will see 5 similar stories within thirty minutes on this app if you’re searching. Similar in that the idea is relatively the same. That doesn’t mean don’t write it, it just means you now get to put your own spin on it. You get to play with it and be as creative as you can get. I think creativity is super important in fanfic.

*Interaction. You can post all day, every day, but if you’re not interacting with those who read your work, I feel like it defeats the purpose. As much as authors like to get their likes and reblogs and see those comments, a reply to a comment is also something readers want to see. Interact as much as you can, thank them for reading. Show appreciation for them because no one has to read anything. You will also get to know people on more than a URL basis, and that, to me, is really cool.

-Promoting Work-

This is something that I don’t do much of if I do it at all. The most promotion I do is post here, reblog my masterlist and individual work. Within the last year (think it’s coming up), I began posting on Wattpad as well, but I am not as consistent there are I am here. I know some writers are religious on the story sites such as Wattpad, AO3, and Tumblr and will post a link on Tumblr to their Wattpad and AO3 or vice versa. Some even create free websites to put all their work and direct traffic to it. There are so many ways to promote your writing.

I’ve been meaning to look into setting up an IG account and make posts highlighting what I write as well as putting them on my WordPress site. I’ve even been looking into Patreon and how it can work for me as a writer. These are all options you can look into as well. In this tech, era promotion can be as simple and as complicated as you make it—experiment on what works for you.

- Advice For A New Fanfic Writer-

*NEVER EVER EVER EVER compare yourself and your writing to that of someone else. This is like the GOLDEN RULE for me. This is soooo important. There is no better way for you to pigeon hole yourself and your potential and enjoyment on this ride that fanfic writing is. No good will come of this, you won’t feel any better, it will only make you doubt yourself, your ability, and question if you even want to try to do this anymore. Don’t do it!

*Have Fun! I think every one of us started doing this because we thought it would be fun and a nice avenue to explore our creativity. None of us came here like this is a job, and I have to do it. I think it is important to keep that reason forefront in your mind. Write for the fun of it, test limits, and have fun doing it. The minute it stops being fun and starts feeling like an obligation or job, then you need to get back to the root of it. 

*Try to hone your craft. This means yeah write and post but also try to get better at it. None of us are at the pro level where we won’t learn new things or make mistakes. I don’t even think the “pro” published writers are at this level. Take the time to learn more about writing, English, grammar, the power of storytelling, different voices and styles, etc. This can only help you in your fanfic journey as well as your everyday life and future if you decide that you want to venture out of fanfic into self-pub or traditional pub. 

*Write for You. Write what you would want to read. Chances are there are countless other people who are into what you are but just haven’t voiced it. If you wanna make a story about Sam Wilson AU where he is an actual shapeshifting Falcon and he falls in love with a woman who thinks is normal but turns out to be a vigilante by night who has questionable morals and a pet unicorn that is her sidekick, WRITE IT. Don’t think will anyone like this or read it. Write It!

-Staying Encouraged-

This is tough and it’s hard for me to give advice on this because I can tell you how to do it but everyone has to find that thing that works for them to stay encouraged enough to keep going. This is a personal thing for everyone. 

A general answer I can give is when you get discouraged try to remember that nothing happens overnight. It takes time to build something, time, patience, and dedication to build readers or even get better. Try to keep in mind that if you stick to it, it’ll happen. Sort of the equivalent to “If you build it they will come”.

Also, try to look at those who have voiced interest and excitement or even support for you and your writing. It may be fifteen people or even three. Those three to fifteen people found you and really like what you offer, focus on that, wrap yourself in that, and keep going knowing those three to fifteen people will love what you put out.

Don’t focus on the numbers. This means the likes, reblogs, comments, or even followers. Don’t focus on it and get so wrapped up in it that it has power over you to make or break your day. Keep it in the mindset of “if you build it they will come”. It’ll happen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

These are the things that I can think of at the top of my head. I am sure there are other writers who can add on to this with a lot more advice and tips and I welcome anyone who has anything to add on to do so. 

I hope these were helpful. Thank you for the question. 😘

[crownandwriter]

yo! if its alright with you, id love to request hcs for ralph, daniel, rupert, and jerry (just one if thats ok! i dont mind adding more if otherwise!) meeting the readers family? preferably with their family being very supportive and accommodating! somethin happy, yknow? if thats too many androids id be alright with just ralph!!! have a nice day!!

You got it, boss! Hope this is ok for you!

Ralph

-It’s taken a long time to get to this point. Really, even knowing your parents, you’ve been surprised at their willing patience and understanding. You had expected them to grow tired of waiting for Ralph to grace their presence, but months and months went by with nary a second mention of a visit. In fact, they didn’t bring it up again until you did.

-Even when Ralph did come to meet them, you made sure to prepare the house accordingly. By this point, it’s been a long time since Ralph felt the need to wield a knife in self-defense, but you always considered he might one day become fearful or stressed enough to be pushed back to that feeling.

-When Ralph does come over, your parents wait patiently in the living room while you give him full tour. Enclosed spaces are safe spaces–but only when they’re his and he knows his way around. Once Ralph feels he knows his exits well enough, he shakilly returns to sit in the living room with you–across from your parents with plenty of leg room for him to run should he feel the need.

-It goes…surprisingly well for a first meeting. Your parents keep their tones calm and pleasant, and all things considered do a very good job of not making any sudden, spook-worthy movements. Ralph is always allowed as much time as he needs to respond to any questions, and you all keep a slower conversational pace should he decide to jump in to make a comment.

-Truth be told, you might have expected his trust in them to take much longer to develop than it did, but within two or three visits Ralph is hoping to help your parents whenever he can–nearly gave one of your folks a scare when he appeared suddenly over their shoulder at the stove, asking to help stir the pot while they make the bread.

-If you ask him about it later, he may have some sort of jumbled explanation of the similarities between you and your parents. The more you’re like them, the easier it is for Ralph to develop a relationship with them.

Daniel

-Daniel is one of the more apt to meet new people, but a family is something he’s not quite as good with, for obvious reasons. You’re his family, and he doesn’t think he needs anyone else now.

-But he can see how much this means to you, and with some time will come around to the idea of meeting your folks at least. He even dresses up a little snazzier than usual for it, and brings some home cooked food with him for the meeting.

-Your parents already knew all about him at this point, of course, down to the last detail of his manufacturing if they can get their hands on the information. When Daniel comes over, he’ll find some equipment related to his model stored in the spare bedroom where the two of you stay the night, just a little something to make him feel more cared for, and honestly those little things go a long way to gaining his trust. (This meeting also goes over a lot more smoothly if your parents have another free android–who either lives with them as family or as a paid employee–someone Daniel can get a second, more relatable opinion from on them.)

-Even if he doesn’t really like your parents right away, Daniel is at least on his best behavior and tries to be amicable–although a few curt or short responses might be heard in response to certain questions and subjects. Luckily for your parents, Daniel is an easy enough android to get a read on and apologizing for bringing up these topics is a good band-aid for any wounds they might prod.

-Socializing with your parents goes a long way to helping Daniel hela his social skills–or at the very least improve his social circle by a small margin. If your parents are older he might take some extra duties up at their home to help out. Just the two of you hardly makes a mess at your own home, and helping around there helps to sate the urges of his original programming as well as it fosters a bond with the rest of your family.

Rupert

-Rupert has an easy time integrating with your family life–even the extended one. He doesn’t do huge family gatherings, but he’s not all that afraid of humans after the political and social climate start to calm down. Once he’s a free android, and he’s got you? Well, there will always be some bad humans, but he’s a happy individual. Your assurance of your parents’ kindness and support is all he needs to agree to meet them.

-For his own subconscious comfort, however, you probably have your parents meet you in the park. You set up a little picnic at one of the benches while Ruptert stands over at the lake throwing out peas and lettuce for the birds, and when your parents suddenly show up and see him from a distance they tell you immediately that they get it.

-Rupert, even when friendly, isn’t the best conversationalist, but he nods along to your parents story-telling and joke-making, even responds with the occasional smile or chuckle. When he’s hit his social limit for the day, he allows their handshakes and even their curt hugs.

-Sometimes your parents visit your place, and they’re happy to meet all of Rupert’s birds–and even happier when the friendly pigeons let your parents dote on them with pets and scratches. If they’re enthusiastic enough, Rupert will take great pleasure in teaching them all about birds, and before you know it he’s uncle Rupert to all the kids on Holidays.

Jerry

-This probably goes without saying that Jerry is by far the easiest to merge with your family. Just months into the relationship, he brings the idea up himself. Even if he’s one of the more abused and broken Jerry models, he loves family life–and the larger, the louder, the better!

-Jerry adds your parents to his immediate social circle right away. First meeting, he’s throwing his arms open for a hug, and if your parents respond in same, oh boy, you’ve never seen such a happy twinkle in his eye.

-If you have younger siblings or cousins, even better! He immediately becomes the favorite at gatherings and reunions. The kids love him because he’s fun, and the parents love him for his kindness and gentleness (and because he keeps the kids busy.)

-But more importantly, Jerry loves spending quality time with your parents. He might go out for errands one morning, and when you go to visit your parents later that evening he’s already there helping them bake or decorate some new DIY project. If your parents allow it, he will definitely start calling your parents Mom/Dad accordingly.

-Unfortunately, there’s less to say in regards to Jerry here because of just how fucking smoothly this all goes. Honestly it’s like he was part of the family the whole time.

#detroit become human #dbh headcanons #dbh ralph #dbh daniel #dbh rupert #dbh jerry #dbh rupert x reader #dbh daniel x reader #dbh ralph x reader #dbh jerry x reader

[urdbell18]

Those Moments in Between Chapter 6: The Birds

Vida was a lot like kids her age. She was curious, harbored an active imagination, and was easy to please but there were things that separated her from other kids her age. For one she was independent. She didn’t require heavy attention because she wasn’t known to get into trouble. She was smart, she appeared to understand things that most kids her age wouldn’t. She caught on to things like Susie being Theo much faster than anyone expected her to. She was kind to everyone and tried to extend that courtesy to anyone she met and thanks to Zelda she had impeccable manners. Despite all of her quirks she wasn’t immune to one thing.

She wasn’t immune to fear.

It wasn’t her fault, it was human nature to have fears. But most kids her age, like the ones in her class were scared of things like the dark or spiders or thunderstorms. Vida didn’t fear any of that. She didn’t mind the dark, not when she had Oso’s paw to hold and her mom in the next bed over. She wasn’t fond of spiders, not like her Aunt Hilda who kept a pet tarantula, but she wasn’t scared of them either. And she quite liked thunderstorms. She liked the way the lighting would light up the sky and the way the thunder made the clouds rumble as though they were putting. She feared something that was worse than any old thunderstorm or spider.

She feared birds.

It wasn’t all birds. She didn’t fear strange looking ones like flamingos or penguins or brightly colored ones like parrots. She feared small birds. The kind that made high chirping noises and made sudden movements like pigeons. Whenever she encountered these kinds of birds she tensed up and would hide wherever she felt safest, usually behind her mom or a loved guardian. There was only one person that she didn’t trust and that was Sabrina. She didn’t know why, just like she didn’t know why she was afraid of birds in the first place, but something just told her not to trust Sabrina when it came to birds.

No one caught on that she was scared of birds probably because they never got close to her for her to show real fear. That was the great irony about birds, one of the main things that made her fear them ment they never got close enough. There was that one time but Vida chose not to think about it, that day at the zoo was one for her favorites and she didn’t want to think about that one fleeting moment towards the end of the day.

However, in a cruel twist of fate it would appear that she would have to face her fears. Her class was doing a project to prepare for their end of the year trip to the zoo. They were each assigned an animal and despite Vida’s greatest wishes she wasn’t assigned any kind of bear but ravens. Ravens! Could you believe it!? But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It wasn’t like she had to find a raven, be near it or interact with the bird in any way. She just had to look up raven’s in a book or on the computer and she could do that, right?

Wrong.

It wasn’t like she didn’t try. The nice librarian at her school had the books all prepared for them to use and when she was handed her book she started to shake. She tried to move past it, to open the book and read what she needed to know to complete her project but found that she couldn’t move. She was just frozen in place, unable to look at the photo of the ravens in her book and yet couldn’t look away. Had she gotten any other animal she would be fine but she was anything but fine right now. She also tried to explain why she couldn’t do a report on ravens to Ms. Green, but how could you really explain something that even you didn’t understand? Ms. Green didn’t believe her and the conversation only served the purpose of further upsetting her. She couldn’t go through that again so that only meant one thing.

She didn’t do it at all.

How could she! She couldn’t even think about ravens without shaking or freezing up in fear. And after what happened with Ms. Green she didn’t feel comfortable explaining why. So on the day that they were going to present their projects she dreaded her name being called on. When she stood in front of the class expected to present her project she showed the small square of construction paper with a worksheet glued to it almost completely blank. All that was on there was her name and her shaky lines in her attempts to do the project.

Needless to say, Ms. Green was very disappointed in her. Her teacher kept her inside during recess but that was only part of her punishment. She waited with Ms. Green in dread for the second half. Ms. Green called her mom to discuss her actions.

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The seniors graduating was a blessing in disguise.

Zelda’s workload was reduced to two periods, Spanish 1 and French 1. She used her newly acquired free time to revise her lesson plans and was for the first time all year, ahead of her grading. With the end of the year coming up fast she started out making up the final exam for her two remaining classes. She just finished the rough outline for her French 1 class when her bottom right desk drawer started to vibrate. It was her cellphone and by the time she dug it out the call was rolled to voicemail. She didn’t think much about it until the voicemail came through.

Vida’s teacher called, something happened with her daughter and if she could come in as soon as possible. It didn’t sound urgent but rather important.

Calling it a day Zelda gathered her things to leave. Locking up her office she ran into Mary. Her girlfriend had a stack of papers under her arm and a coffee mug in her hand. She looked at Zelda, who was ready to leave for the day with question and concern.

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure. Vida’s school called and her teacher had something that she wanted to discuss with me.”

“Is Vida okay?” Mary tensed up and Zelda couldn’t help but smile. Though the incident with Faustus’ son happened several months ago it was still fresh in both her and Mary’s minds and getting called to your child’s school usually wasn’t a good thing.

“Physically she’s fine but I don’t know what happened. Ms. Green didn’t go into detail. I’m heading over there now. I’ll come get you and Sabrina at four.” Mary nodded. This was her last W.I.C.C.A meeting of the year and they wanted to go over everything that they discussed over the year and have a little party to celebrate.

“Okay. Let me know what’s going on?” Zelda nodded and with a quick kiss she left for her daughter’s school. After checking in with the office she went to her daughter’s classroom where her daughter’s teacher, Ms. Green, and Vida were waiting for her. Ms. Green was at her desk appearing to be grading students' work. Vida was sitting at a table, looking down obviously upset. When she saw her Vida smiled for a moment before it fell and she turned back to looking down on the table. Ms. Green got up from her desk, rounding it so she could meet Zelda.

“Ms. Spellman, thank you for coming in when you could.”

“Of course. It sounded serious so I wanted to come over as soon as possible. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Vida, would you like to tell your mom what happened?” They both turned to Vida. Vida sunk into her seat, trying to make herself smaller than she already was. Zelda went over to her daughter and gently lifted her chin up so she was looking at her.

“Vida tell me what’s wrong.” Vida fidgeted, whatever it was that she needed to tell Zelda she was afraid how her mom would react.

“I didn’t do a project for school.”

“What project?”

“I was supposed to do a report on ravens and I didn’t do it.”

“Vida that isn’t like you. Why didn’t you do it?”

“I just… couldn’t!”

“What do you mean Vida?”

“I...I… I don’t know! But I couldn’t do it! I just…” Vida broke down completely after that. She curled into a little ball and started to cry. It pained Zelda to see her daughter like that but there was more to this than what Vida was telling her. Zelda turned to her daughter’s teacher, hoping to get more of the story.

“What is going on?”

“I assigned the class a project to prepare for our trip to the zoo next Friday. Each student was given an animal and they had to do a little report and a sketch of the animal. I gave Vida ravens and from the very beginning she was reluctant to do the assignment. Has she mentioned the assignment to you at all?”

“No. I wasn’t aware that anything was wrong at all.”

“This whole thing is so out of character for Vida that I’m unsure how to proceed. This assignment was to prepare for the trip so the right course of action should be to not allow her to go on the trip but I know that you have signed up as a chaperone so I think that would be a bit unfair.”

“Could she do the assignment again? Now that we know there is an issue perhaps we can work past it.”

“I don’t see why not. However, because she didn’t do the assignment the first time she would be graded for her first attempt but it shouldn’t affect her overall grade. Vida is an excellent student, this was just as surprising to me as it is for you.” Zelda nodded and with Ms. Green’s permission she was allowed to take Vida home. Vida was still upset when they arrived home, Zelda decided to give her some time to herself before discussing the issue again. This whole thing was so unlike Vida and yet kind of wasn’t. Vida was too much like her, they were both reluctant to say when they were hurt or uncomfortable with something. They rather suffer in silence and try to work things out themselves even if it meant failure. Hilda was still home, one of her very rare days off, and she asked what was wrong. Zelda told her not to worry about it and she went into the kitchen to do some work before going to pick up Mary and Sabrina. When a few hours had passed Zelda went to check up on her daughter. Vida was in their room on her bed, she was curled onto herself with a book on her lap. Her Madeline book, a sign to Zelda that she was still upset about what happened. Zelda knocked on the doorframe to catch Vida’s attention. Vida turned to her with a small smile but her eyes were still sad. Zelda returned the smile as she joined her daughter on the bed.

“Vida we need to talk about what happened.”

“I know.”

“What happened baby. Why couldn’t you do the project? Did you not understand it?”

“No that wasn’t it.”

“Then what was it?”

“I don’t know! I tried to do it but whenever I tried I would freeze up and shake and I just couldn’t do it!” Vida was becoming upset again, tears formed in her eyes and she was starting to shake a little. Zelda took her daughter into her arms, rocking her gently and humming softly in her ear. When Vida calmed down enough Zelda pushed Vida away slightly.

“Vida why didn’t you tell me you were having these problems?”

“Ms. Green didn’t believe me. She thought I was just upset over not doing bears. I was afraid you wouldn't understand and would take Ms. Green’s side.”

“Oh Vida, you have to understand that you could come to me with whatever problems you have.”

“I understand.” Zelda smiled and kissed the top of her daughter’s head. She turned her wrist to see the time. It was almost time for her to pick up Mary and Sabrina.

“Okay Vida I have to go pick up you Mamma and cousin from school. In the meantime why don’t you set up your project in the kitchen and we’ll work on it together. Okay?” Vida looked at her, still a bit shaken but nodded.

“Okay. Hug?” Zelda smiled, nice and big, and brought Vida in her arms in a tight embrace. With a kiss on her cheek Zelda left Vida, she knew her daughter trusted her enough to leave her to do what she asked. She knew this was hard for Vida but so long as she was willing to try Zelda was going to follow her lead.

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“What happened with Vida?” Mary asked Zelda not long after they were back on the road heading home.

“She didn’t do a school assignment that was tied into the field trip that she’s taking next Friday.”

“Aren’t they going to the zoo? Vida loves animals.” “Yes she does except for ravens apparently.”

“Ravens? What do ravens have to do with it?”

“That’s the animal she was assigned but couldn’t do it and never told me about it.”

“What did her teacher do?”

“Failed her but she didn’t kick Vida off the trip and is allowing her to submit her assignment.”

“Is Vida okay though?”

“Honestly, no. I wish I knew what was going on with her. She says that anytime she thinks of ravens she starts to shake and freezes up. She can’t explain why it happens, it just does.”

“Sounds like she’s scared of ravens.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well do you remember when we took her to the zoo and I took out Stolas? She practically hid behind you. Something must have happened for her to be so scared of birds.”

“That makes sense but I don’t know what could have caused such an intense fear.” Stopped at a light she looked in the rear view mirror. Sabrina, who was looking at her phone the entire time, looked up and her eyes widened in the same way when she knew she did something wrong. “Sabrina? Is there anything you care to share?”

“I think I might know why Vida’s scared of birds.” Zelda raised an eyebrow, a sign for her to continue. “A few years ago when you asked me to babysit Vida Roz and Theo came over and we had a Hitchcock marathon. One of the movies we watched was The Birds and Vida might have gotten a glimpse of the scene where the birds start attacking people. I didn’t think much about it at the time but that might be why she’s so scared of birds now. I’m sorry Aunt Zelda.” Zelda opened her mouth to say something but closed. It wasn’t totally Sabrina’s fault, she didn’t know. No one knew. Now that they knew why Vida was acting like she was they could figure out the next step.

Doing the report was easy thanks to Mary. It might have only been for a short time but she remembered a lot from when she had to take care of Stolas. They helped Vida write out what she wanted on her report but the drawing took a little more effort. The picture had to be done to the best of Vida’s own ability. How could she draw a raven without shaking? Mary and Zelda encouraged her as much as possible and the end product turned out shaky but it was something. That was good enough.

Ms. Green thought so too. She saw the effort that Vida put into it and accepted it. She also apologized to Vida. She didn’t know it was something so serious and Vida accepted the apology.

So that was that. Right?

So why did Vida still feel bad? She did her report yes but her moms had to practically prop her up to do it. She didn’t learn anything other than that she was scared of birds. She could have told them that, it’s nothing new. The real question is, what is she going to do about it?

It turns out going to the zoo was a great thing. Yes, she was able to see the bears and the frogs and the penguins again but the zoo also had a raven. She remembered from when she went with her mom and mamma. The raven that lived there looked friendly enough, maybe he could help her? It helped that both her mom and her mamma were on the trip, their school ended a day before hers and they were both willing and happy to go with her. She told her mamma what she wanted to do and she thought it was a great idea. When they reached the bird sanctuary, it was their last stop before lunch, Mary arranged with the zookeeper on duty to let out Stolas. Stolas perched obediently on her hand and in front of her class Vida gave her report.

“This is Stolas. Stolas is a raven. Ravens are medium size birds usually black in color but some can be purple. Ravens are often confused with crows but they are two different types of birds. Ravens are very smart and one of the only birds that can fly upside down. What makes raven’s special is that they like shiny things and will collect them in their nest.”

“That is a very good point Vida.” The zoo keeper chimed in. He took a step forward to address Vida’s class. “Stolas is like any typical raven of his kind and does what Vida just mentioned and hunts for shiny objects. It has become quite an attraction here and thanks to our guest and Stola’s expert skills he has raised almost $2,00 for the zoo.” The students ‘wowed’ and some of the adults rolled their eyes in disbelief. “Is there anything else you would like to say Vida?” Vida nodded and turned to Mary. That was Mary’s sign to kneel down so Stolas was closer to Vida.

“Mr. Stolas I’m sorry but I’m scared of you and others like you. I hope you can forgive me because Mamma says you’re a very good bird. I hope one day we could be friends.” Stolas squawked and spread his wings. That freaked out Vida and she ran straight to her mom. Zelda smiled and wrapped her arms around her child. Vida’s bravery was spent but she did really good, much better than she expected. Mary straightened up to place Stola’s back in his cage. She threw a quarter, one she asked Zelda for, to make him go inside. Bird sanctuary done it was time for lunch.

“Vida you did so well. I think you’ve earned a bear Popsicle.” Vida squealed and thanked Mary for helping her. That’s how Vida ended up with ice cream on her cheeks but she wore it with pride.

She took her first small step in conquering her fear and boy was it hard but it was kind of worth it. Hopefully.

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[dontsay-if-i-were-you]

sept 6, 2020

The other night, my mom came home soaked from rain with a baby pigeon.  She said the poor thing fell off the nest right in front of her eyes. 

My sister has been taking very good care of him/her for a week or so and we’ve done research to keep from fucking anything up. She has talked to her friends and groups of people that take care of pigeons and listened to any advice. She feeds, watches, and talks to him/her everyday. I feel like she is so responsible and all, she’s better at being the older sister than me. I feel so immature and dumb sometimes... (don’t let her know! she’ll start one of her speeches to cheer me up and waste her time and knowledge - por alguna razón, cualquier molestia que tuviese no conoce de lógica, ni logra esta remediarla, por más que yo quiera) I know that I could never do what she does. I guess that’s fine, because everyone can do different things, but then the question narrows to what is it that I can do? Is this one of those questiong that makes your mind get awfully quiet and forget any answer? while i hope so, all I really know is that I’m such a stupid, ignorant, useless coward. My sister’s been reaching out to a lot of strangers to take proper care of this little bird, while I am too scared to text my therapyst all the stuff I feel and ask what the hell?? is going on?? in this head of mine?????? and what to do about it??? Fucking coward. Why do I think me, here, breathing, is annoying to everybody on the face of the planet, when I’m literally a nobody??? As if I were that important to them or something (thank God im not, thank you, thank you!!!), making myself feel like shit. Thinking like if I did anything they would care, I am just keeping myself from feeling free, like they are watching me and I MUST act a certain way to be of their liking. What is it with thinking I am oh-so-important, the center of the world, when I am just a person and nobody can judge me cause Ive never done bad stuff? And also: why do I feel like myself wouldn’t be of anyone’s liking, that if I speaked my mind and stoppped pretending, everybody would hate me? Why do I think they care when they just dont and have their own bussiness to mind and lives to live ???? Like me being myself would make them unhappy???????? This is so stupid! And such a waste of time!! (but these things are my feelings, I can’t help them! what do I do??) I have to change. I want to. I want to learn new stuff. I want to meet nice people. But if I want nice people in my life, I have to change and be nice too. Why would nice people want someone like me (like the me i am right now) around? And why is it always the core of those feelings and questions this feeling that “I am not enough”?? 

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I feel so much better when I repeat to myself “Hey, you want to have friends, it’s ok- but don’t wish for them to be a certain way! To act or be or look perfect. Cause you’ll never get it!”  What I want, what my heart really really wants, is to meet people to share days and endless nights and talk about anything and not be afraid to be myself around them. People to be and not pretend. People that can disagree with me and tell me when i’m wrong, and that can take it if I do the same thing. FRIENDSHIP IS NOT ONLY TO HAVE PEOPLE TO VENT TO. They can listen to us and give advice, we can listen to friends and give advice. But I don’t want to keep meeting people that never hang out and maybe laugh with me, that never shares music or tell me about stuff they like, or whatever, just vent and vent and vent and tell me I am not a good friend when I tell them to please reach for help, or I ask them to please talk about other stuff. Or when I think about these persons I have loved so much and did homework together, and text them, and... when I ask about them, or how they are doing, or anything, take it as if Im asking them “is anything wrong?”. And since sometimes nothing’s wrong, the conversations just ends there. And I feel like I’m getting in their way. Like it’s ok if i dont text again, or it would be better if i never do it in some time, because nothing’s wrong. Plus, it’s so hard to have all that people away from me. I text them, but I haven’t seen them or heard their voice in years.  I want friends to hang out together. To hug them and read and see who runs faster through the park. Pet dogs, get ice cream, tell jokes. Anything. If that is something that you can only see in movies, if in real life it just isn’t possible, I need to know. I need to know so I can stop wishing for something that can’t be real. But with everything that has happened in this world, anything is possible. I want to live that anything, I think it would be nice. 

I think friends stick with you and support you when everything’s shitty and you need them, because what’s a friend if not someone that lives bits of your life with you just like you do with them, no matter what shade of blue or yellow the days may be? But sometimes... it just really becomes a little too much. Am I a bad person? Is this something cruel and I just don’t realize because I have idealized friendship or something?????? I shouldn’t think about it so much, now should I?? 

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