-accidentally drops OTP all over post-
This is my favorite .3.
More to come later!
Yep, here’s the Crethan lovechild with John and ethan’s combined names.
Y U SO STRANGE
Yeah, couldn’t resist the grunge rocker look with him. DO YOU BLAME ME?
I forgot to to take a picture of his Everday outfit, sooo. Formal
AND NOW FOR THE DAILY LIFE OF…this strange, strange family:
“JONATHON WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING.”
“Chill out, dad.” The teen grunted and rolled his eyes, throwing his father’s signature smirk back into his face.
“I was doing evil.”
“Ah, okay.” Ethan smiled down at his son. “Carry on, then.”
AND THEN MY BRAIN EXPLODED
BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL SO KICK ASS
Without further ado:
And that appears to be it AHAHAHA FUCK NO
And who might this be? Well, since I thought Oni didn’t want to be alone, I created HIM.
AND LOOK AT THAT ON HIS FINGER
And now for short Calli-Got-Bored-And-Decided-To-Do-Something segment :DDD
“Oni, you KNOW I hate the water. Can we go now?”
“Nope. I’m not leaving until you get innn!”
Rocks slid out from under his feet as he scrambled another step back from the edge of the water Oni was so comfortably immersed in and cast a queasy glance at the top of the cliff behind him, shivering.
“Hell to the never.”
She frowned and then opened her mouth, but then shut it just as quickly, smirking. “Fine.”
In a few flaps of her wings, she was perched above and behind him, giggling madly as she prodded his back. With one huge shove, she sent a shrieking Fae into the cold water.
She giggled as he stood up and flapped around, sending water in all directions around him, surprise evident on his face.
“ONI WHAT THE FUCK.”
“Seeee?” She trilled. “The water’s fine!”
He grabbed her ankle in reply and sent her flying into the water.
AND NOW A LAST SHOT OF THEM BEING AWESOME ON A CLIFF
Averie sighed and floated into the room. “Why do you have to be the one other person that can see me?”
Calli put her hands on her hips. “Eat.” She gestured to a weird cake thing on the table, a sinister smile lighting up her face.
“We’ve been through this- I. Am. A. Ghost. Ghosts don’t need food.”
She twirled her fingers impatiently. “Do it.”
I sighed and picked up the fork, taking a bite.
She started chanting softly behind me, giggling every so often. I paid no mind, however, because she usually had fits like this.
Only after I was finished-
The pace of her words increased, her eyes burning to a black, and she threw a hand up.
The strange girl finished the chant and threw her arms up, her mouth opening and head tilting back.
Averie’s glow increased, and she began floating into the air, like she wasn’t tethered to the ground anymore. She shut her eyes, straightening up and also tilting her head back.
Her glow increased-
And she was brighter than the sun.
She could feel her arm. Her fingers gently ran up an down the smooth surface of it, and she gasped.
Her heart was beating.
“UH- UH- AVERIE!?” A voice gasped from the doorway, Gavin flinching back and staring wide-eyed at her.
“Averie.” He said quietly.
“You’re alive.” He muttered, and she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Gavin, Gavin, I’m alive!”
Calli, from behind the sibling’s backs, sighed. “You’re welcome.” She reminded, crossing her arms.
“Thanks.” Averie said, her smile strecthing.
“Well, I don’t really think I can top that.”
Averie’s eyes were drawn to Effie as she smiled in the doorway.
“I’m pregnant?” The girl glowed, a smile alighting her red lips.
Gavin stuttered for a moment. “Really?”
“No.” She said, rolling her eyes.
His eyes flew wide. “WOW!” He danced around the room like he was six again, screeching. “I’m gonna have a baby!”
“I don’t think it works like that, babe.”
He sheepishly stopped, taking her hand and laying his other on her slightly swollen abdomen. “Oh…” He grinned. “Right.”
They hugged, but Effie’s face slackened, recycling the fears her mother felt years ago- she didn’t really think she would make a good mother. In fact, she knew she wouldn’t.
But she had Gavin, and Gavin would always help.
“Uh, Mort, don’t freak out and stuff, but…” She cringed. “I…am….pregnant?” She mumbled the last part, ducking her head.
She bit her lip nervously, waiting for a reaction.
“So, yeah.” She smiled nervously, rocking back and forth, and his face was still blank from shock.
“Danni, that’s great!”
Her head snapped up to him, a hesitant smile lighting up her face. “Really?”
“You’re going to be a wonderful mother.” He said in her ear, fingers winding in her hair. She smiled.
“Hey. Psst. Averieeee!” A voice sang out of my field of vision, and I woke up completely.
“Dude! This is my first night back as a human, let me enjoy it!”
“We’re going somewhere.”
“Wha-what?” Averie mumbled, the girl coming into focus.”
“Going. Somewhere.” She repeated.
“Dude, no thanks. Go away so I can sleep.”
“We’re leaving in thirty minutes. Get dressed up pretty.” The girl smirked and twirled, smiling and walking out of the room.
“Dad, please.” I said softly, cringing backwards.
“FUCK THAT! IT’S YOUR FAULT ALAINA LEFT!” His hand was raised behind him, and I shook my head.
I cringed again as his fist descended, throwing up my hands and half-shutting my eyes.
It didn’t help.
I swore under my breath and clutched at my throbbing cheek. His fist clenched again, and I dropped my hand, holding it out in front of me.
Again, to the stomach. I crumpled to my knees.
His foot to my back. I slammed into the ground, my head bouncing of the wood.
He glared at me for a moment after he was finished, and then retreated to his room, while I got up and made my way into the bathroom, blood trickling slowly into my eye.
I stared into the mirror as my sister walked into the bathroom, probably having heard the commotion.
She frowned at the mirror, her brow creased with guilt.
She managed to stop the bleeding- which was good, since we were probably gonna have to use makeup. On any other day, I would have just let it be. Tomorrow, however was our first day of school.
“Oh, Alex.” She sighed as she dabbed on that cold wet stuff. Hell if I knew what it was. The fact is, it got the job done and took away most of the burn.
“‘S not your fault.” I muttered, closing my eyes as she finished.
My name is Alex Hodges. My mom left me and my sister when we were three, something my dad blamed me for.
So he decided to cope with it the best way he could.
Taking it out on me.
Her frown just deepened.
She blamed herself.
I, for one, blamed my cuddly father.
When he looked at me, he saw my mother. When he looked into my eyes, he would see himself. Stop the insanity for a little while- never too long.
He couldn’t take it for too long.
I jogged over and opened the door raising an eyebrow at the grimacing woman. “Uh, can I help you?”
“Yeah, no. I’m just saying hey and leaving-“
“Mum.” The boy with blue hair smiled. “Niceness, remember?” His voice was slow and deep, scratchy as if he had yelled too many times.
She mumbled to him. “We couldn’t make a good impression if we tried.” I chuckled, and that caused the mother to smile, the blonde boy on the right looking as if he would rather be anywhere else.
She gave a big, fake smile then. “Hey!” She chirped in an unnaturally high voice. “We’re the McCartney’s from down the street.” The boy on the right’s mouth corners lifted.
The blue-haired boy glanced sideways at her. “Nice going, mum.”
She shook her head and smiled gently. “So, yeah, we need to come in and say hi and stuff.”
I stepped back and examined the trio, taking in everyone. The mother of the two seemed to be the most childlike- throwing a temper tantrum, making fun of her surroundings, cracking jokes.
“Uh, yeah sure. Wait, your names-“
“Floss.” The mom muttered. I snorted, but covered it up with a cough. She glared at me again.
“Jazper.” Blue hair smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The forced charisma faded, and he slumped his shoulders and gave a slow smile.
“Simon.” The blonde boy spoke up, his voice louder than the other two’s. He seemed the most comfortable with other human contact.
Rayna swooped down the stairs and snatched Simon’s hand. “Name’s Rayna.” She winked and tugged his hands. “I’ll show you ’round.”
I stared uncomfortably at Jazper, and he rolled his eyes. “Your room, dude. Mom, meet the other…” He waggled his fingers. “Let’s see. Adult?”
I nodded, waving my head towards the stairs. “I’m Alex.”
“Dude, you play?” He made a beeline for my guitar and just stared it down as if he didn’t want to touch it. “Man, you got a good one, too.”
“Yeah.” I said, also staring at my two guitars. “I guess.”
“Man, don’t just guess. You have a guitar, and I’ve already met a pretty solid bassist, and I got a drumset.”
I paused to let that sink in. “Like…a band? Gigs and whatever?”
He smirked. “No, that’s not what being in a band means.””
“Hell, man, I don’t know. What kind of music, first of all?”
“You look pretty punk to me.”
“You hit it right on the head, man. I just…don’t know?”
He batted his eyelashes. “Please?” He cooed in a falsetto. “For meeee?”
“Dude, you look retarded.”
“I know. We’re hanging at six, tomorrow, The Grind.”
“The Grind? I could totally hook you both up with a gig.” She tacked on the next sentence, looking us both up and down. “If you’re good, that is.”
“Wait, what? When did you start listening? And how…?”
“Got connections, brother. I know the owner’s little bro, and he can probably pass on the message. Oh, and the whole time.”
“A gig?” Snickered Simon. “For what? You and your little fag friends?”
Jazper glared darkly at his brother. “Fuck off.”
He turned back to my sister. “So, you’ll hook us up? We need, like, a month or so to get set up, though.”
She nodded. “Do my best.”
“More like a year. You suck, man.” His brother teased him.
“Simon, don’t be a dick.” She said before flawlessly resuming conversation with Jazper.
“He’ll probably want at least one song.” She told him.
He shrugged, smiling. “I figured as much.”
“Shit.” My sister murmured, staring up at a clock on my wall. “Well, dad’s probably drunk, and it’s time for you to leave.”
“Marvelous tact, sis.”
“…Is this for real?” I asked him as Simon and Rayna shuffled out of the room.
“Dude, hells yeah. We’re set, man.”
I grinned like an idiot as he walked away.
It was weird. I felt content for the first time in forever, but apprehensive. We probably wouldn’t be good, dad would probably find out, we most likely wouldn’t get the gig- But who cared?
This was the first thing I had done for myself in years.