Admin will speak in red, and posts will be tagged as "admin speaks."
Castor will speak in blue, and posts will be tagged as "castor speaks."
Pollux will speak in pink, and posts will be tagged as "pollux speaks."
If two of us are speaking at once, the colors will be split on the text, and the two people tagged! For example: "Hello to everyone!"
Disclaimers!
Important things to read in this section are purple and bold.
This is a multi-ship blog, meaning that any of my characters can (and likely will) date multiple people. That being said, those relationships will not intersect with each other.
Admin and their characters are 18+, and this blog can contain mentions of alcohol, drugs, NSFW, and other adult type content. Posts that do will be tagged accordingly as "tw (insert thing)". For example, "tw drugs". The exception to this rule is NSFW, which will be tagged as "castaway from public." I follow the 18 and over rule regarding my characters and substances, but you do you!
Pollux is not the main character on the blog. The blog will focus on Castor.
Almost all posts will be in lowercase, which is intentional.
Almost all tags will contain a period/full-stop, which is also intentional.
Posts may contain swear words. These will not be tagged. I am not your parent.
Follows, asks, and likes will not come from here, as it is a side blog. If I reply to something on the wrong account, please let me know before I make a fool of myself.
Asks will always be colored to match the color key, and signed as "— (insert person) (@castaway-achlys)"
Private messages will be out of character unless otherwise discussed.
Actions can be done as short form or as full sentences, and will always appear within asterisks.
Castor and Pollux are based off Greek mythology, but are not 100% true to the tales. They are based mostly around the mythical creature Orthrus, and the Dioscuri, Pollux and Castor.
Their last name, Achlys, can be pronounced as ack-liss or ack-lees.
If you're an anonymous frequenter of the blog, please sign off as something, a name or emoji or anything you'd like, so that we can keep track of you! The boys and I do enjoy making friends!
For both our mental health, mine and yours, if we do something to offend you, please let us know so that we can have a mature conversation about it. Admin and you, not the characters, lol.
Rules!
Rules and regulations to abide by!
First and foremost, don't be fucking weird (in a bad way).
Pro-shippers, MAPs, racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. Do not interact.
If you're a minor, don't interact with anything NSFW that I post. Doing so will result in you being blocked or having me barge into your messages to scold you. Or both. You have been warned.
Other OCs, canon characters, etc, are absolutely welcome, please feel free to interact with me! I don't bite.
You can spam my messages if we're friends or mutuals, even if we're just acquainted. I don't really care, just try not to spam my inbox or vent without asking me if I'm okay with such things. I'm usually fine with vents, but I really can't always handle someone else's mental health as well as my own.
Please be respectful to everyone!
Please use tone tags if asked, and don't be alarmed if I message you for any clarification on things. Tone is hard to read on the internet.
Please do not involve any of us in drama, plotted or not, without notifying us or asking if it's okay first.
These rules can be added to at any time, but I'll try to announce if I make any edits!
About Admin!
Important things about the Admin!
Admin is 22 years old.
Admin is non-binary, pansexual, and polyamorous.
Admin uses they/he pronouns, and would appreciate if you used them when appropriate.
Admin has diagnosed ADHD, and most likely, undiagnosed autism.
Admin is an omnipotent being of sorts. They can interact with Castor and Pollux, as well as other people/characters within Twisted Wonderland.
Admin does not have a physical form that is visible to Twisted Wonderland inhabitants, he appears as a voice that just occasionally interacts and comments on things.
Admin can't be killed or harmed by anyone in Twisted Wonderland, and yes, this means you, Malleus Draconia.
Admin simply just is, and will occasionally pop in, most commonly in the tags.
About Castor Achlys!
Important things about Castor!
Castor is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.
Castor is the older twin out of him and Pollux.
Castor is transgender, female to male.
Castor uses he/him pronouns, but tolerates they/them if the person is a stranger.
Castor is pansexual, but if you ask him about his sexuality, he has no idea. He is able to love anyone, regardless of gender, genitalia, etc, if given the chance.
Castor is from the Ignihyde dorm and specializes in technology.
Castor is a first year, chosen by the mirror at 18.
Castor is a genius and extremely fast learner.
Castor's main focus and hobby is gaming, where his username is Castaway, hence the blog name.
Castor is extremely fond of animals, especially cats.
Castor has an immense amount of strength, an inhuman sense of smell and hearing, and is very fast.
Castor is only 5 feet, or 152cm, tall.
Castor has bright pink eyes and dark blue hair.
Posts will be made containing his appearance and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!
Castor's backstory.
Castor's Partners!
Suitors? Pspspsps.
♡ Archie — @nightonthemountain — June 2, 2024 — castor's north star. 🧭
Pollux is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.
Pollux is the younger twin out of him and Castor.
Pollux is a cisgender male.
Pollux uses he/him mostly, but any pronouns are fine with him. Call him whatever you'd like! He is comfortable in his gender identity and doesn't believe that pronouns are indicative or equal to one's gender.
Pollux is bisexual, but has a preference for men (transgender inclusive-- transgender males are males too!)
Pollux doesn't attend Night Raven College, but if he did, he would want to be in Pomefiore.
Pollux, unlike his brother, learns things at a much slower and normal speed, and does not excel at most academics. He does enjoy learning, though, and is intelligent in his own right. (School and standardized testing is not a good measure of intelligence.)
Pollux is the one who introduced Castor to games, and plays them a lot with him. It is also his main hobby. At this time, Admin has not given him a clever username.
Pollux doesn't have a favorite animal, but enjoys bees a lot.
Pollux is also strong, but has a normal sense of smell and hearing, and isn't the fastest due to his size. He is not overweight, just a bit lanky and very tall.
Pollux is 6 feet and 1 inch, or 185cm, tall.
Pollux has features opposite to Castor-- in that he has dark blue eyes and light pink hair.
Pollux does involve himself with weed frequently, so if you're uncomfortable with that, please block the tag "tw drugs" for us! Don't worry, he's responsible! Mostly.
Posts will be made containing his backstory, appearance, and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!
Ask games will be available sometimes! They will be tagged as "ask game — (insert title)."
Castor, Pollux, and I's first ask game (still ongoing) is here!
Admin hasn't had Castor and Pollux officially commissioned for a reference of their looks yet, so picrews are available for you to get an idea of what they look like! They are tagged as "castor picrew." and "pollux picrew." and will always have a link to the picrew and any other ocs included so you can check them out!
Anon List!
Anonymous blog frequenters will be tagged as "(insert something here) anon."
🌈 anon.
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Vern sips his tea while shuffling through his paperwork that piled up from the day. His nose twitches, noticing it had gone cold. Pam and the crocuses are exhausted by the window, an attempt at getting the last rays of sunlight. He admits silently that it had been a day. With the tournament on campus, it's no wonder the main infirmary staff had gotten worn down. It's only the first day of three, too.
A pot of tea is set down nearby by a familiar set of hands. Castor's smile has become a regular part of the afternoon shifts. He's picked up the personal side of things quite quickly, and Vern would be remiss not to silently acknowledge the other's progress.
Things had been rough to start with them. Sometimes, Vern finds himself worried his lines are too much for Castor's gentle heart. That maybe, someday, the sunshine he brings to this room would dim.
Nevertheless, Vern smiles warmly and simply tops his cup off with the fresh tea. He would normally want to see the tea prepared. These days, he's come to trust Castor's brews. He's certain a crocus or two may have assisted him enough to learn his preference.
"Bye, Vern! See you tomorrow, and get some sleep! Bye crocuses, I'll bring you some meat, Pam!"
"I will stay for only this last pot of tea," a gentle smile pulls at his lips. Perhaps, occasional praise is fine, "you did well today, be sure to umm.... get plenty of rest for tomorrow, as well. The lost children appreciate the sun in your smile."
He can tell that made Castor pause. Not the chorus of waving and farewells from the plants, but Vern's carefully stated praise. It's true, the lost child that found her way there earlier latched onto Castor, and he did a fine job.
Vern simply smiles and returns to his work. He can hear Castor fumbling before he leaves. A small giggle leaves him. Perhaps he should leave the other a small batch of cookies.
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Ooc// See??? I can do fluff!!!!!!
@hello-from-nrc-infirmary
so fluffy and soft. it didn't make me tear up or react much physically so i'll put it at a 7/10 since i'm reserving the 8-10 for the kinds of fluff that makes me cry happy tears, hehe
but this was so so so cute. the trust vern already has for small things like castor organizing paperwork and the tea, and the fear that he'll damage castor, and vern's trepidation.
hearing he did well would make his face turn so red and he would feel so happy, maybe even cry, since praise is hard to come by sometimes with vern. the shuffling of leaves and plants wishing him goodbye would just make him feel like the brightest star in the room, and it would be something he'd always remember and think of. he'd give vern the brightest smile and nod as he left for the night
Vern sips his tea while shuffling through his paperwork that piled up from the day. His nose twitches, noticing it had gone cold. Pam and the crocuses are exhausted by the window, an attempt at getting the last rays of sunlight. He admits silently that it had been a day. With the tournament on campus, it's no wonder the main infirmary staff had gotten worn down. It's only the first day of three, too.
A pot of tea is set down nearby by a familiar set of hands. Castor's smile has become a regular part of the afternoon shifts. He's picked up the personal side of things quite quickly, and Vern would be remiss not to silently acknowledge the other's progress.
Things had been rough to start with them. Sometimes, Vern finds himself worried his lines are too much for Castor's gentle heart. That maybe, someday, the sunshine he brings to this room would dim.
Nevertheless, Vern smiles warmly and simply tops his cup off with the fresh tea. He would normally want to see the tea prepared. These days, he's come to trust Castor's brews. He's certain a crocus or two may have assisted him enough to learn his preference.
"Bye, Vern! See you tomorrow, and get some sleep! Bye crocuses, I'll bring you some meat, Pam!"
"I will stay for only this last pot of tea," a gentle smile pulls at his lips. Perhaps, occasional praise is fine, "you did well today, be sure to umm.... get plenty of rest for tomorrow, as well. The lost children appreciate the sun in your smile."
He can tell that made Castor pause. Not the chorus of waving and farewells from the plants, but Vern's carefully stated praise. It's true, the lost child that found her way there earlier latched onto Castor, and he did a fine job.
Vern simply smiles and returns to his work. He can hear Castor fumbling before he leaves. A small giggle leaves him. Perhaps he should leave the other a small batch of cookies.
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Ooc// See??? I can do fluff!!!!!!
@hello-from-nrc-infirmary
so fluffy and soft. it didn't make me tear up or react much physically so i'll put it at a 7/10 since i'm reserving the 8-10 for the kinds of fluff that makes me cry happy tears, hehe
but this was so so so cute. the trust vern already has for small things like castor organizing paperwork and the tea, and the fear that he'll damage castor, and vern's trepidation.
hearing he did well would make his face turn so red and he would feel so happy, maybe even cry, since praise is hard to come by sometimes with vern. the shuffling of leaves and plants wishing him goodbye would just make him feel like the brightest star in the room, and it would be something he'd always remember and think of. he'd give vern the brightest smile and nod as he left for the night
Trystia had always felt out of place in her skin. It had gotten better in recent years, but she still wasn’t a “real girl” in her eyes.
Castor made that feel better though, he had practically shot down all the insecurities she had about her gender so quickly.
She loves having him around, he was another brother to her. The one who helped her feel comfortable in her own skin. The one who’d protect her. He was safe.
She couldn’t say all that out loud, not yet. She couldn’t risk losing a close friend, a brother. She couldn’t admit how much she cared, for fear of him being ripped away like so many others.
So for now, she held out the box of cookies he requested and smiled as he thanked her.
For now, she’d show her care through gestures.
For now, she’d keep her fears a secret.
——
Ive been really into repeating things lately teehee
-Lime, @nrcbookclub
okay it didnt hurt me or rip my soul out but you're getting a 6/10 bc the fact castor is such a comfort to her and she fears losing people feels way too close to home LMFAOOOOO that part hurt. it takes a lot to rip my soul out so this is a good score. i am not expecting to have an 8-10 bc i'm so used to reading angst WHEEZE
but no this was so fucking cute :((( tryst bbg we love you
*it's several years in the future by now, and castor is sitting at his desk writing in an old journal from his days back at nrc*
"documenting my experiences doesn't really tend to help me... but i've begun to enjoy the thought of seeing how much i've grown over the years. i recently reread passages from where i'd written about my experiences in the past... and it makes me laugh to see how vastly different my life is now.
i've suffered and struggled and toiled for every small victory, but i'd never change anything. i'd never take back the moments of fear and anxiety, the moments i cried myself to sleep wondering if the world could accept someone who is partially monstrous in nature... but i figured out that i didn't need the world to accept me.
all it took was him to show me kindness, through all the mistakes and issues we've faced, for me to realize that the world doesn't matter.
he is all that matters, aside from my love for myself.
i still struggle, and there are good and bad days... but i've learned that even just seeing those sweet amber eyes reflecting in the sunshine is enough to remind me of how far i've come and how thankful i am for everything, even when i suffered.
he's everything i wished i ever had. someone supportive and kind, patient and caring... and... just himself. that is the most important thing. above all, he is himself, and that is what i want to cherish forever. him. every detail. i want to etch every last detail of his existence in my memory to keep forever, to hold close and protect in the locked box of my mind and heart.
with him, i feel stronger. unwavering. like all things are achievable. even in small moments, like when he's asleep in the bed next to me, the sunlight streaming down his delicate features and highlighting every detail, i feel like i could face anything.
as much as i'd love to continue... i think i'll leave it here. i'm making him dinner tonight... a tradition we've shared for years now. sharing a meal with candlelight and peace, just enjoying the small things."
*he closes the journal to turn and look at the napping vern next to him, tired out from overworking himself like usual. the softest smile tugs at his lips, and he can't help but slip into bed, nuzzling into vern's messy hair to breathe in the soft scent of him. this felt like home... and that's all he'd ever need from now on. his home, his vern, no matter what struggles they faced*
-- castor (@castaway-achlys)
(admin: i hope this is not cringe and makes you feel the good feelies :3)
Ooc// okay, you made me smile and gave me fuzzies... you get a 7.5/10! I'm surprised you let Vern in the kitchen 🤣
it... was really rough. i never wanted to let go of archie again... but i think it's an experience i don't regret, since i found family in the weirdest of places... even if i went a little insane more than once...
but prince, we should!! we should pet their cats!! and maybe put them in our pockets!!! and sneak off...? COME ON, CATS, BABE. YOU GOTTA SEE THE BIG PICTURE.
cats!!! fuzzy little gremlins for me to squeemsh... i would like An Cat. but wait, only familiars are allowed in the dorms here, right? unless i'm not remembering...
but prince, we should!! we should pet their cats!! and maybe put them in our pockets!!! and sneak off...? COME ON, CATS, BABE. YOU GOTTA SEE THE BIG PICTURE.
cats!!! fuzzy little gremlins for me to squeemsh... i would like An Cat. but wait, only familiars are allowed in the dorms here, right? unless i'm not remembering...
but prince, we should!! we should pet their cats!! and maybe put them in our pockets!!! and sneak off...? COME ON, CATS, BABE. YOU GOTTA SEE THE BIG PICTURE.
"yeah... i got a gigantic bear plushie i named after my new friend's familiar. he's a big fluffy bear named davey. i want to get a plush to name rockslide as well... i think he's some kind of longhorn sheep, if i remember correctly?"
"oh, we saw! pollux got gifted a lot of candy for christmas, so he's currently sleeping off a stomach ache. i warned him to be careful 😮💨 but thank you! i actually wanted to expand my vintage collection"
"yeah... i got a gigantic bear plushie i named after my new friend's familiar. he's a big fluffy bear named davey. i want to get a plush to name rockslide as well... i think he's some kind of longhorn sheep, if i remember correctly?"
"oh, we saw! pollux got gifted a lot of candy for christmas, so he's currently sleeping off a stomach ache. i warned him to be careful 😮💨 but thank you! i actually wanted to expand my vintage collection"
[“It’s been a while now…and yet Atlas hasn’t left my mind…sometimes I still hear him…in my head somewhere…he’s not dead. At least not yet from what I know…but he could be and that thought scares me…”]
“…”
*-It seems Chiyo’s having a moment to think, imagine it like it’s Polites haunting Epic’s narrative after his death-*
“If you’re still out there…and you still want to be my friend…I’ll still be here, waiting…”
(God this turned into both an Odysseus and Penelope type moment- open rp starter if y’all want! I might’ve thought of The Challenge while writing this)
*-the touch spooked them for a moment, but she calmed down quickly afterwards-*
“Being honest…mainly cuz it’s kinda useless to lie when you can sense how I feel- I’m not doing that great…I’m just thinking of a friend…if you’d like to sit with me you’re more then welcome to.”
i can only sort of sense negativity... it's a long story. but yeah... i understand.
*he sat down next to her with a gentle smile*
it's okay not to be okay... that's what i've always been told. if you're missing someone... hm... i write a lot of notes to my dad, almost like a diary, and when i see him, i give them to him. he can read all of my thoughts and fun things, and i can still write my emotions. even if you don't give the notes... maybe writing everything out would help...? it can help you grieve for the dead, too, if you have anyone like that...
*he speaks the last bit more softly, as if he has experience with that*
“Well…I dont necessarily like having a diary, but I do have the notes app in my phone- for when I just wanna get something out of my head. Maybe I’ll try that…though I’ve mostly only used it for silly things.”
*-he says, while feeling a bit tempted to ask for a hug, but at the same time she wasn’t sure of Castor’s boundaries and hence refrained from asking-*
“I just…I don’t like people seeing me when I’m not ok. I want to be strong for everyone- we all have our own stuff going on…and I’d rather help with what’s hurting those I care about then…dealing with my own. I believe it’s not as important…”
*castor tilted his head slightly, nodding along as he listened patiently*
the notes app would still work~ even if it stays private, it's still getting out your thoughts. it can really help to think of it as a letter to someone else too.
*at his next words, castor gently wrapped an arm around chiyo. it wasn't very often he initiated or liked touch, but he figured it would be nice*
well... i definitely get that, too. especially with my twin brother. he's seen me at my worst... so i work even harder now to make sure he sees me at my best. but... there's a time and place for everything, i'm learning. it's okay to let someone else help you, and to let yourself be cared for. if you neglect yourself but advocate for self care, how can someone take you seriously, you know? i suck at it too, but i try to remember that...
“Suppose that does make sense…if I want other people to know that I care for them and I love them, and hope they feel the same for themselves…and yet I don’t even feel that way about myself. It does seem pretty hypocritical…”
*-she seems comfortable with the touch, it puts a small smile on their face while thinking about his words-*
you have to let yourself be loved sometimes too... and... the biggest thing i've ever been told was that it takes strength to show your weaknesses. as in... it takes courage to cry in front of others and show how you feel. that kinda thing.
*he gives them a gentle squeeze, occasionally rubbing her back*
right? it kind of changed my view on a lot of things... i still struggle to show my weaknesses, but it's mostly because of habit rather than out of intentional self-neglect...
"yeah... i got a gigantic bear plushie i named after my new friend's familiar. he's a big fluffy bear named davey. i want to get a plush to name rockslide as well... i think he's some kind of longhorn sheep, if i remember correctly?"
