#char: loreleaf

[wordsgood]

i keep sticking loreleaf in relationships where he’s the tough one who takes the hits in a fight because he’s a scrappy alley cat who ends up with sheltered yet traumatized purse dogs but tomodachi life has offered me an intriguing reversal of this and it’s loreleaf x magnus burnsides

[wordsgood]

i want to get all the people who pitched in to raise loreleaf together in one room and see what happens. including his mom. and also tomi so he gets to see what doli lin is like as a guardian. the “locked the kid in the car” scene from modern family but with loreleaf’s mom, his dad, doli lin, stormy, jademoon, and tomi all panicking over getting him out of the car. well not his mom. his mom is planting a bomb under the car and discreetly walking backwards hoping it’ll take out all of them along with loreleaf.

[wordsgood]

having a category 5 loreleaf&jematomi moment and decided to start editing one of my favorite scenes of them together. voila

I stopped on the washroom threshold. The bathing tub was half-full with water, and Loreleaf was sitting in it sideways, like he’d slipped and fallen in. If he was hurt, I couldn’t tell over the wide-eyed panic on his face.  As soon as I stepped closer, he released a great big breath and let his head fall backwards, thumping against the wall hard. He didn’t even wince. At first I thought the sight of me had killed him, but then he mumbled, “Guess you’re good for something.” “I’m good for a lot of things,” I said, offended, but he didn’t even rise to that low-hanging fruit, just sat there in the water, which was still splooshing around, disturbed. After a second or two of silence, I said, “You take your medicine?” He made a weak sound of affirmation.  “Well,” I said, uncertain how to proceed, “you’re welcome, then.” I’d gotten it out of him years ago that his devils - the real ones, not the ones he’d sometimes thought were there before his healer mom figured out the medicine for it - tended to go poof around magic users. I was surprised they even tried anything this close to me. I thought, maybe, they were getting worse. I went into the washroom and held out both hands. “You’re gonna get pruney.” “Yes, that’s my biggest problem.” He opened his demon eyes but didn’t move. “Jematomi?” “What?” He hesitated, then looked at me. “What’s it like, being you?” That took me off-guard. I let my hands drop. “Magical, beautiful, powerful, modest?” “Never mind.” He reached out to take my hands and I pulled him up and out of the tub, skittering back when water sheeted down from his shirt and pants and threatened to wet my shoes. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” I silently called all the water up from where it wasn’t supposed to be, and it lifted away, unpeeling from the floor and drawing it out of Loreleaf’s clothes until it was a big bubble of water in the air, wobbling like gelatin. Then I deposited it neatly back into the tub, and, for kicks, heated it back to a vigorous warmth. He watched the steam rise in curls, looking vaguely miserable.

“For what it’s worth,” I said, resting one elbow on his shoulder, “what do you think we should do? Since he’s got ‘proof’ and all. Maybe just go along with it for a while?” “I can’t. What does he want me to do? The fire doesn’t do what I say. The devils aren’t mine.” He briefly flailed his hands in frustration. “If I had control over something, maybe, but it just… it’s not me. I’m a window it can crawl through sometimes.” He gave me a sour look. “Not that you’d know anything about that. Miss Magic Talks Nicely To Me.” “Have you tried talking to them?” I asked. “The devils, I mean.” “They’re devils.” “So’m I, but here we are.” I leaned into him, almost nose-to-nose, and grinned. “You talk to me sometimes. Just pretend they’re me.” He shoved me but mostly for show. “Don’t touch me. I’d rather talk to the devils.”  “You don’t leap into tubs of water when I’m around, at least. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He rolled his eyes and hugged himself again, but I thought the worst was over.  “Take your bath,” I said, pushing him lightly towards the tub. “I’ll take care of Doli Lin.” Guiltily, he fiddled with the end of his braid. “Did he--” “I’m sure he’ll be fine.” I headed out, leaving him to his bath. Then I paused. “Hey.” “Hey yourself.” He was unweaving his braid, scratching at his scalp with clear relief. “Control can be a curse, too,” I said. “Please remember both that and the strikingly impressive wisdom in my voice.” I left before he could respond.

[wordsgood]

i can think and obsess all i want over other characters but eventually something will Hit me and i’ll turn around and loreleaf is there sitting at a table with his head in his arms kicking his legs like a kid waiting for dinner. i just always have to come back to him. i think when he gets to earth and finds ashleah, she has the time of her life dyeing his hair. the first time she dyes it a beautiful deep green he just stares at himself in the mirror and has a minor emotional crisis. and ashleah is like. yes that is what a good dye job is supposed to do. welcome to earth.

[wordsgood]

every day i am tormented by aus for The Boy because he was born to be an Experiment but i gave him free will and religious trauma instead of mad scientists and a monitored cage. he should have been a monster like max ride but instead he’s a monster like joan of arc. sad!

[wordsgood]

my greatest hope really is that the same people who are feral over jon sims and thara celehar like loreleaf. i’ve had him way longer than i’ve known jon and thara but i love that i’ve loved this archetype for so long. sad gay little sopping wet cat of a man who everyone wants to kill with knives and bombs for being so so annoying and their god’s problematic fav

[wordsgood]

i need to put someone Big n Muscly in prophecy girls tbh. loremarou for life but loreleaf NEEDS someone with 18 str who can just pick him up and hold him still long enough that his prey animal panic chills out and he can figure out how to breathe again. romantic would be good but a platonic/sibling kinda “if you can’t figure out how to stop doomspiraling on your own then i’ll just sit on you and see if that helps” vibe would work too. he needs a human mjolnir to pin him down

[wordsgood]

one thing about loreleaf!tav. he will not be indulging in tadpoles. because 1) isn’t there enough wrong with him? why should he add weird powers that everyone will hate him for having to the mix? 2) he thought about how it would feel to actually eat one once and nearly threw up his whole lunch. it’s a texture thing.