#dysfunctionaljoy

[relentlessdremer]

Text || Amelia/August

Amelia: Heeeey brother in law. So, I know this girl who I think is definitely your type.

Amelia: Can I set you up?

[satans-skinny-bitch]

Why voice your opinions to your family when you can just stab yourself in the left kidney for same result

[doesthismakemeaweeb]

Okay, so I have come to a conclusion that Chocolat, Vanilla, Blanca, Woo, Soul, Duke and Robin living under one roof makes them the dysfunctional magical family in the human world.

And also, who else thinks that Woo is a precious boi??

[warrioroflondonbelow]

@dysfunctionaljoy asked: 29, 19, 15, 5, 6

42 character development questions: ACCEPTING

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?:

//I’d say Richard’s style is something very cozy casual. He usually wears a lot of blues, greens, blacks, greys, and browns. As for what he wears, Richard isn’t really picky about clothes. The cozier the better. You’ll most likely find him sporting jumpers, hoodies, and his black leather jacket, along with jeans and doc martens. As for accessories, the only one he wears is his silver watch which was given to him by his mum long ago. Truth is, he doesn’t really need it cause he checks his phone for the time, but he just likes to wear it.//

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?:

//In motion? I’d say in Richard’s usual environment (i.e: his flat, work, streets of London, the park) Richard is pretty calm. You’ll probably find him in deep thought or just spacing out while walking around, if he’s not late for his train. However, when Richard is panicked or worried about something his strides will be quicker. He may end up accidentally bumping into people, or raking his hand through his hair.//

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?:

//Definitely full of doubts and fears. Don’t get me wrong, Richard is actually a very creative and imaginative person, but his overthinking, fear, and worry often get in the way and end up clouding his mind. I guess the outlet he has for overthinking is whenever somebody puts him in the position to plan something. If there’s one thing Richard’s great at it’s thinking ahead and being proactive.//

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?:

//It all depends on the group, really. The way I see it Richard is something of an ambivert, I suppose? When introduced to a new group he’ll be polite and will make small-talk when he has to. However, if the group is too big, or the chemistry just isn’t there, Richard will definitely feel uncomfortable and will try and find a way to slip out of it. However, if he’s with a group he knows Richard will let lose and be his usual, dorky self.//

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?:

//On his free time you might find Richard taking a walk, maybe baking, and especially sketching. He’s very neutral about baking. He only does it if he’s craving something sweet. Walks help clear his mind out, which is why you might find him taking a walk during the wee hours of the night. However, sketching is his favourite hobby. Sketching gives him peace and it just relaxes him. That’s why you might find him on the weekend at a cafe just sketching away quietly.//

[xnecromantia]

               “Rhys? Hey, can you - stop screaming - can you help me with something, please?” Mylo spoke casually for somebody who had just astral projected into their friend’s apartment, unannounced. His form flickered in the doorway, surrounded by a faint light; he appeared almost ethereal. “I wish to contact a distant relative, but I need to be monitored whilst I do this. A bodyguard, I suppose.” Unfortunately, a simple phone call was out of the picture. His auntie had been dead for almost four decades, and the circumstances of her death required a more powerful incantation to contact her. Mylo had to block out his surroundings, leaving him vulnerable, and he wanted somebody to watch over him. 

             Not that he was afraid or anything --well, maybe a little. He always had a ridiculous notion of a Wytch-hunter finding his apartment, breaking in, and killing him whilst he was unprepared. At least, if Rhys was there, his friend could wake him up in time to fight back.

            “I need to head back soon. My apartment, ten minutes?” And with that, he disappeared. It was high-time Mylo learned how to use a smart phone. Whatever that was.

@dysfunctionaljoy

[waywardcollective]

contd [x] @dysfunctionaljoy​

             Eli had more questions than answers, but it seemed as though the young man was equally confused. Or perhaps that was the grogginess kicking in after a solid twelve hours of sleep. The stress of last nights’ situation must have taken its toll on him; the human body could only handle so much before shutting down completely. It had all been a blur, but from what he understood, the young man had been forced to become a scapegoat by a stranger carrying a vial of Happiness. The damned woman had been caught by a Synth, but instead of taking the blame, she insisted that it was not hers. That it was, in fact, the boy’s. A Synth was programmed to execute anyone caught with Emotions, not decide whether that person was guilty or innocent, so his fate was automatically sealed. Eli had overheard the entire conversation and immediately intervened, destroying the Synth and frightening off the woman, before realising that the young man had fainted. 

             His hiding place was closer, situated in a storage room above an abandoned furniture shop. There was no way he could leave a vulnerable human in the rain; he would never be able to forgive himself should he discover him dead in the morning. Instead, he left the young man to rest in his bed, monitoring him for the solid twelve hours. Sleep was something he, himself, had no need for with being half-synthetic. It was why, as the other male stirred, Eli was there to greet him straight away -- to reassure him, and offer as many answers as he demanded. But the only response he received was a wide-eyed stare, cautious and unnerved. 

             “You must have needed the rest,” he continued, offering a soft smile that was somewhat...unnatural for him. He was forever stoic, parting with his emotions when it came to strangers. It took him a good while to warm up to others, but once he did, he was a friend for life. “You slept for twelve hours. Understandable, after such a traumatic event last night.” He wondered whether the other even remembered what happened, but he decided to avoid bringing that up until he was ready. “Fortunately, you have no injuries, but I would avoid standing up for the moment. Would you like a drink?” 

[selfishsaviour]

“I didn’t know what to buy you, so..I made you something…” - @dysfunctionaljoy​

The small act from August had brought a warm feeling into Amelia’s chest, a wide smile pulled back on her lips as she looked at the pie before her. Yes, she had planned on getting him a Christmas present but she didn’t expect to get anything from him in return. They had spent more & more time together, even without Rhys around & she considered him to be her friend too but this was unexpected.

“You really made my favourite.” Amelia smiled when she smelled the apple & cinnamon. “I think it’s only fair that I give you your present seeing as you gave me mine.” She laughed softly before hopping up from her seat to quickly run up the stairs. Within a minute she was back with two brightly wrapped gifts, bows & all. Inside the wrapping was a cook book & a baking book from her home town, hoping that he could find new inspiration.

[hopefulblcndearchived]

Continued from HERE - @dysfunctionaljoy

Seeing August’s eyes light up was already enough reward for the blonde, smiling back at him as he looked over the dish that she had prepared for him. While hanging out with him, she had come to learn a little more about him over their time together & when he made the comment about the dish & how it brought back memories of his childhood.

“I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” Amelia smiled softly as he stepped aside to let her in. “Thank you,” She stepped inside of their home & made her way to the kitchen to set down the tray of potatoes. She hoped that they were good, they had tasted delightful before she came over but after hearing August talking about the fond memories, she hoped that they would live up to his expectations.

“You’ve been so welcoming to me. Let me bake in your kitchen a dozen which is an honour, so I just wanted to do something nice for you.” She explained as she turned to smile at him. “I just hope that they’re up to your standards.”