for Mei: best prank you've pulled?

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"there are about a million, but i remember back in the orphanage i grew up in . . . we had to pee in an outhouse, which meant it was easy enough for me to creep around the back and summon the water up to surprise the victim with an unexpected bidet situation. either that or trying to send the entire town into a love-fuelled frenzy at the pink moon, but it seems mine and rex's ideas were overshadowed."

jasper - 🍷- How do they feel about alcohol? 💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side? Do they regret anything from their past? Do they still talk to their first crush?

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how do they feel about alcohol?

"i don't drink very much. i don't think i need it, really. it makes me more vulnerable than i already am and i don't necessarily trust myself if i lose control. i like . . . i like being aware of my exact movements. just in case. i suppose i could try again, with hunter maybe or with jj, but for now i prefer being just me. just jasper. without any help."

what gestures do they really appreciate? how do you get on their good side?

"i like people that listen and that are patient with me. i understand i'm not the easiest person to hold a conversation with, or to be friends with, but some people are very sweet and take that extra time to get to know me. honestly, to get on my good side i just appreciate kindness. sometimes that's hard to come by."

do they regret anything from their past?

"i regret leaving my siblings behind like i did, but i just couldn't . . . i couldn't watch them enjoy what we are, waking up after a change with blood in their mouths and liking what they went through. i regret . . . i regret everything that happened with hunter. when i—when i hurt him. i can never forgive myself."

do they still talk to their first crush?

"my first real crush is my partner. so, yes, we speak every day. i'd be concerned if we didn't, living together."

for Jasper from Hasan: Send 🐹 for "You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

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"well i suppose i don't mean to be intimidating at all. that's nice of you to say."

For Mei: 📱, 🎶, ☂️

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📱 - what social media do they use the most?

"instagram, i think. somehow i feel like i'm still above everybody else for scrolling endlessly on reels instead of downloading tiktok and doing the same thing over there. it also means i get to look at pretty ladies all day—what could be bad about that?"

🎶 - what’s a song they really like?

"right now i can't get enough of chappell roan, but i think every queer girlie is wrapped up in her beauty. who isn't shouting the words to 'good luck, babe!' at the top of their lungs whenever they're doing the washing up."

☂️ - how do they feel about rain?

"there's a lot of potential in the rain, especially when we have the powers we do. now, i'm more into the . . . slightly abstract parts of my abilities, but twisting rain into a miniature tsunami is pretty exciting."

“of course,” shriya smiled, pulling up a fairly uncomfortable looking plastic chair and squeaking it against the floor to get a better look. beneath the fluorescent hospital lights it was easier to examine the wound, the sore pinkness surrounding the gash and the little glitters of glass that remained embedded within it. she turned and picked through the metal tools at her disposal, finding a syringe to make sure sofia felt no pain when she patched her up. “you’re right, are you sure you’re not coming for my job?” she made a few little ticks on her clipboard, resting it on the wheeled table beside her instruments. shriya’s lips tightened, and she turned to sofia with a softness in her round, dark eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m only a junior here, but i value my job . . . so much. and i’m good at it too, i think. all i want is to help people. this might sting just a little bit—” she injected anaesthetic into her ankle, holding sofia’s ankle with a certain tenderness. “—you’re a dancer? you’re very beautiful. i bet you’re fantastic at it.”

Sofia always wondered why doctors did that, asked if they had the right information in cases where it was relatively visible. "Yeah, I cut it at work," she stated, grabbing her leg by the calf and laying it to her side, along her inner calf, so the cut from the glass on her ankle could be seen just above the plastic of the platform heels she'd been wearing at work. "Got some glass in it, one of the dancers got the glass out but it went kind of deep I guess, I haven't been able to put any weight on it," she explained further, though much of it she had written down when she arrived.

As for the doctor taking a look at it Sofia gave her a nod of permission. "I think it probably only needs a few stitches...," she rolled off, unsure if that was how real doctors treated things. She'd heard they used glue now for some small stuff but she didn't think anyone who had worked at the clubs back home was going to be risking fucking up some wound with gorilla glue and instead stitches possibly had been the smartest choice for someone who was not a doctor.

For Calahan: 💀, 🧑‍🍼, 🍽️

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💀 - how do they feel about horror movies?

"most of them feel stupid when you live that life on a daily basis. the blair witch project is more like a comedy. those poor kinds running through the woods . . . they have no idea what threats they'd truly be facing if they did a little more research. it doesn't mean it's not fun to sit down and watch pathetic human attempts at being scary. it's almost sweet."

🧑‍🍼 - how do they feel about kids?

calahan's lips pulled into a thin line. he was seemingly immune to threats, was open to discussing most topics—even ones he shouldn't—with relative ease. but children were something he continued to grapple with, a question mark he found impossible to erase. "i feel as though it's my duty to bring children into the world," he finally answered, "to continue a legacy that has been centuries in the making. i suppose i'd have to be slightly less off-putting for that to ever become a possibility.

🍽️ - what’s their favorite food?

"british people don't do food well, i'll say it. if i ever get back to boston, the first thing i'm doing is getting a lobster roll."

from Ezhil for Shriya: Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

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"i mean, i'll take it. i think it helps having a little bit of intimidation when you're trying to get drunk patients to obey you. i try and be kind, though—as much as i can be."

For Jasper: What's your favourite thing about Jasper?

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"hunter is everything to me, it's hard to think of one thing that i love the most. but if i had to narrow it down, i think it would have to be his patience. there has never been a moment where they were fed up with me, where they were angry at me and my struggling. he understands—he knows there are things i find difficult, and never gets upset when i do. he doesn't get annoyed when i say, for the hundredth time, that i'm not good enough, that i don't think i'm handsome, that i don't think i deserve this. hunter just kisses me harder and reminds me that he loves me. i couldn't ask for anything more in a partner. every day i spend with them convinces me more that he's my person." @hunter-davis

From Fabio to Mei: Send 🐯 for very intimidating

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"you think i'm intimidating?" mei almost purred the words. she loved the power she held sometimes, even if most of it was a thick veil that she constructed for herself. "oh, fabio, i'm a pussycat."

For Shriya: Would you like to be a Werewolf yourself?

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shriya was taken aback. she had maintained a rather good poker face up until that point and yet, at the question, she faltered. "i—i mean, that's if werewolves exist . . . " who was she kidding, of course they did. "but i wouldn't like to, i don't think. i like being human. it means i can help as many people as i possibly can."

from Fabio to Calahan: Send 🐯 for very intimidating

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"oh, sweetheart. you've got nothing to be afraid of. just don't get on my bad side."

it wasn’t his usual scene, but as a leader calahan had certain duties to fulfil. it was up to him, a towering force with the power of nature at his fingertips, to linger in corners, to observe and ensure that the members of his coven were safe. there a few faces he recognised in the crowd; his pale eyes tracked helia through the sea of bodies as soft melodies sliced through the air. and them, the thickness. it was nearly suffocating, like a wave. the desire that he had fought so hard to bury nearly erupted out of his chest. an exorcism. the pink moon throbbed above them and cast its lurid glow over the unsuspecting supernaturals below. calahan straightened, smoothed his jacket, took a calming sip of his drink—whatever had been the most bitter bottle behind the bar—as helia approached. "of course i'm sensing it." his days of gambling back in boston ensured his poker face. calahan's accent was thick, velvety, with a necessary bite. "but i don't wish to panic any of the others. i don't want to take away from their celebrations." he gazed across the thrumming mass, looking for outliers, for anyone that might cause trouble. "what do you suggest we do?"

CLOSED STARTER for @fromfenrir location ; good duck art gallery after the Forgotten show

Helia didn’t think she was the first to notice the shift in the air as the Forgotten played their closing song, the sensation that overcame the audience, heavy enough to almost make Helia forget about the fact that she sensed undercurrents of Magic and instead focus her whole being on her love for Lilette and how she wished to bridge the divide between them right this second. 

But she refrained from reaching for her phone and sending a message, stopped herself from letting her thoughts slip into the beautiful moments between her and her wife, about all the things she felt like she could say, about how desperately she wanted to forget she’d ever left her. 

Instead, she focussed on the magic, and searched the crowds to find the first coven leader around, so she wouldn’t have to rely on her phone. 

“Calahan,” she noted desperately. “Are you sensing it too?” she did not know how to explain it without giving away her innermost thoughts, and she hoped she didn’t have to.

mei was almost taken aback. she had never been questioned—her confidence had always been enough, a swelling power that made her feel almost as though she was invincible. she had never had any reason not to believe such a thing. she had been blessed with spells, incantations, an ability to bend the very fabric of nature, and yet her friend was somehow . . . worried? mei's eyebrows lifted and she considered her response. eventually, she lowered the glass she had been cleaning and leaned against the bar. "i won't get in trouble," vowed the witch, "for you." sometimes she wished that she could be as kind as people like haylee. mei wasn’t a bitch—she didn’t go out of her way to upset people or harm those that she cared about, but when the day ended she knew there was only one person that would stand at her side and always fight her corner. herself. how much could haylee give away before she had nothing left to give? "i don't suppose i've ever thought about it," she spoke truthfully, "i grew up in china. this seemed like the best option, somewhere safe where i wouldn't be hunted for who i am. it's always just been me. wherever i can stay safe is where i want to be."

"Please, don't get in trouble." a soft plea. As confident as she was, that Mei could take care of herself, Haylee didn't wish to see any of her friends hurt. Ever. She'd seen life slip through cold fingers, way too many times — even with magic, the kind she posessed running through her veins, she still couldn't bring someone back from the grave.

She adjusted her seat, in order to move closer — the music has gotten louder, and it has become difficult to hear the other, "You're forgetting the most important part about it, Mei — " she chuckled lightly, "Helping people. It's why I do it." shoulders lifted in a small shrug, "It's what I want to do for the rest of my life." a confession that she was not afraid to say out loud. It's who she always has been; a helping hand in need, even to strangers.

"Do you want to spend your whole life in here?" she arched a brow, "I don't think so."

“shocking, i know!” she had heard it all, that the major monarchs were all lizard people or had been replaced with aliens. knowing the truth showed the hilarity of the endless conspiracy theories. it was refreshing living in fenriswood; she had grown up alongside fellow witches, yet the moment she spoke to those on the periphery it felt as though she had whiplash. how could humans be so stupid, so guilible, so clueless? together, they were terrible influences on one another. it wasn't their first misdemeanour and wouldn't be their last. mei could almost feel the rap on her knuckles from helia in an attempt to keep her in line. sometimes mei wondered how she had ended up as a part of saga—wouldn't she have fit in easier alongside the miscreants of hel coven, with that golden-eyed witch descended from the greats? she wondered whether calahan would be so strict when it came to missteps. "you can't leave me alone in this, you know. i need my partner in crime to be able to cause a real ruckus. that's unless you're going to be succumbing to horny-ville and buying a one-way ticket." mei sometimes wondered whether she would be happier with a partner, somebody to spend her time with. as quick as the thoughts emerged, though, they were pushed away. there had only ever been one person that mei could rely on, and that was herself.

“You mean to tell me Stonehenge wasn’t built by aliens!?” Rex exclaimed, his voice dripping with mock astonishment as he clutched his chest where imaginary pearls would be. He gave a theatrical gasp, then continued with a smirk, “next you’ll be saying the Egyptians built the pyramids without the help of extraterrestrial engineers, too.”

He waved dismissively, the humour fading as the conversation took a turn. “Listen, who gives a shit what Helia thinks, anyway? It’s not like she’s…” he paused, searching for a comparison weighty enough to match his point. ”It’s not like she’s some kind of God.” He told Mei, finally finding some kind of authority he might listen to if approached.

“’tis the season to be horny,” Rex added with a shrug of his shoulders. “You should definitely cast that love spell. Think of it as doing the whole ‘make love, not war’ thing. That’s right in line with the Fun-Police’s playbook, isn’t it? Whatever happens after is not up to you. You’re just setting the stage for love.”

He shrugged, his face a mask of indifference with a mischievous twinkle, seemingly unaffected by the moral implications of his encouragement.  

it wasn’t the first time that shriya had been second best. for her whole life, she had fought against that narrative. she understood that she wasn’t an expert in matters of the supernatural—she still wasn’t sure what the pink moon even was, or what that meant when it came to the health of fenrirswood—but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to help. desperately. all shriya had ever wanted was to be something, to change lives or, at the very least, to make a difference. she was dressed in blue scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck as she rushed through the hallways, checked notes, dipped into side-rooms. she took the top file from the reception desk. valdez. the name was unfamiliar; so much was unfamiliar, despite the town only being small. shriya was still new, still felt as though she hadn't found her place. the hospital was noisy and chaotic and agonising, but it was the only place she knew. "hello," she spoke, drifting into the room that sofia had been placed in, "i'm doctor acharya. is it your ankle that you've hurt?" she maintained a softness to her voice, an air of concern. "i'm going to have a little look, if you're okay with me doing so. just to make sure i know how best to help you." already she was searching through her mind, thumbing through pages of textbooks, clawing for information.

Doctor Doctor || Shriya&Sofia

Sofia sat on the bed of the room a nurse had taken her into, vitals already assessed though Sofia didn't assume they'd be anything to be concerned with, she'd cut her ankle when a customer had drunkenly slammed their glass down too hard on the stage and she couldn't stop her landing in time. She'd asked if there was anyone around who could sew it up and was informed she needed to go to the hospital, that she'd be fine.

It was a hard thing to think, that she could go and not be charged hundreds of dollars for the privilege, and because of this she'd pulled some sweatpants on over her work clothes, as well as a band tee for her boyfriend. She'd attempted to take off the platform heels but honestly it had been harder to take them off than to simply walk in them. Likely she'd need to before she could get stitches but Sofia just kept staring at them, contemplating how much pain she could handle and then giving up and deciding to just wait for the doctor.

Sofia had specifically asked for Hasan but had been told he was off today and someone who knew him would be assisting. It was good enough for her.

@fromfenrir

a soft smile crept across jasper's features. helia was right—their love was strong enough. him and hunter had cleared countless hurdles, had survived the darkest of times . . . and yet there seemed to be an invisible barrier between him and the truth. time and time again hunter had told jasper that he loved him for what he was, that they weren't afraid of their boyfriend's affliction. still, when jasper saw himself in the mirror and noted his pupils as slits, or if his stubble began to grow back quicker, he retreated. it was easier that way, keeping his worries pressed down like a shiny piece of coal. "i don't think any of it is my medium," mumbled jasper, leaning back into the chair and bringing his hot cocoa up against his lips. the twirls of steam licked at their upper lip. "it's not that i can't say it, it's that i just . . . i hate being a werewolf. i'm ashamed. i can barely handle being one myself, let alone sharing it with the person i love more than anything." mottled eyes glanced downwards and he searched for shapes in the cocoa-dusted foam.

The Pink Moon was a whole different experience for Werewolves, and Helia loved to see it. Though she sometimes had to laugh at those of their kind who could not keep their hands away from their loved ones, and she had to intervene as well when these Werewolves were incapable of keeping their hands off of people in general. But in all regards, love and relationships and kindness out of love was something she strived for. She smiled kindly at Jasper, her face soft and sweet, like the hot chocolate in front of them. “Perhaps words are not your chosen medium,” she supposed, her heart warmed at the sight of these young people in love. “Perhaps what you need is another way to express yourself to him, I am certain your love is powerful enough, after all, he is still with you despite it all, so he must love you very much. Perhaps a drawing, or a poem, or you could write him a song, or find him a book where the main character does express their feelings in that sense?” she asked. Anything to help these love birds.