Hogwarts house: Slytherin (crafty, sneaky and ambitious. Knows who and who not to provoke. Never starts a fight and always finishes it, usually resorting to tricks over violence)
Nationality: same as the others
Favorite fruit: pears
Favorite flower: tiger lily
Favorite season: winter
Favorite scent: peanut butter cookies
Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate
Average hours of sleep: four or five. He usually stays up at night reading, and even if he didn't, Will would definitely keep him up.
Cat or dog person: neither. Dogs have too much energy (he loves his family but good God) and cats are just dicks. He likes reptiles
Fave fictional character: that would probably be Lieutenant Hawkeye (FMA)
Number of blanlets they sleep with: one, assuming somebody finds him passed out at his desk.
Dream trip: visiting every place in the world with an extremely high concentration of magical energy. Magical experiments are his favorite
Random fact: Travis swears more than a ten-year-old probably should
I figure it's about time to start doing these again.
I was tagged by @lynnafred and @merigreenleaf to share songs that I associate with my nerds. Enjoy~! I don't know how to do a read more on mobile so minor and major characters are all together.
Tori - Awkward Duet by doddleoddle
Do you want to go first?
Cause I'm happy to wait
I~ practiced really hard
But I'm finding it strange to start
With you
Olivia - Love the World You Find by The Flaming Lips
If I could tell your future
I'd say love the world you find
In the dark times and the hard questions
Let some sunshine in your mind
Remus - Come and Be Welcome by Heather Dale
Come from the forest and
Sit 'round the fire
Come from the fields
And enter our hall
Come drink from the guest cup
Come join in our circle
Come and be welcome ye bards one and all
Will - Little Bird by S.J. Tucker
If I am a little bird
Next time I open up my eyes
I'm gonna have to learn
How to spread my wings and fly
Turn loose of all the things
That tried to keep me on the ground
Got no time to be afraid
So you're not gonna catch me lookin' down
Travis - Ravens in the Library by Heather Dale
But it's five who owns the place
And proves it with a look
Stopping six and seven
In their tracks from
Smuggling a book
Gracie - Learn Me Right by Julie Fowlis
We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fulfill our dreams
And we'll be free
Zach - I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing)
Sing your song
I'm listening
Out where stars are glistening
I can hear your voices
Bouncing off the moon
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@fanaticfangirl2602. And @ageekyreader. If you want to do this
Hey y'all, want another version of 'the Boyle kids get mixed up with the trolls of Arcadia'? No? Too bad! This one involves Travis (age 15 here) exclusively - two years prior to Jim finding the amulet of Daylight, Travis followed a troll i into the market via horngazel entrance. The circumstances are undecided, but the only reason he wasn't immediately mind-wiped, kicked out or straight up killed was because his status as a werewolf (monsters are better than humans, yes?) He was allowed access to Trollmarket on the condition that nobody else learn about its existence, family included
ANYWAY
“I need one thing from you, Blinky.”
The historian looked away from his books entirely, a rarity for him which Travis appreciated. “Speak freely, young Travis.”
“Keep Jim and Tobias away from me as long as you can. I may not have to keep trollmarket secret from them anymore, but I still have my own secrets and my pack to consider. If you need my help with something on the surface, I’ll do it covertly, and without the Trollhunter’s help.”
-
Travis supposed he couldn’t blame Blinky for this happening, even with the very large blade of Daylight being pointed directly between his eyes by a surprisingly steady hand. After all, the smallish troll had kept distance between him and the Trollhunter (and his friend) for a good two months. Jim coming to Trollmarket without Blinky’s, and therefore his, knowledge was hardly the historian’s fault.
Still, he figured he had a right to be annoyed by Jim acting like he had any more right to be in Blinky’s library that he did. As if Travis was the intruder. Ha! He hadn’t been considered an intruder in a year and a half! Even Vendel seemed to have warmed up to him. Being a fellow monster likely helped.
“Who are you, and how did you get into Trollmarket?” Jim demanded. Travis bit back a snarl. Animalistic sounds wouldn’t help. The Trollhunter might assume he was a changeling. Where would he be then? Sure, some of the trolls he came in regular contact with might back him up, but that would still leave the fact that, before Jim, humans hadn’t ever been in Trollmarket. He looked relatively human unless you looked at the tiny details. Questions would have to be answered. Questions he didn’t want to be faced with.
“With a horngazel, just like you, Jim Lake. I appreciate the sword in my face, by the way. Quite the VIP treatment you have going here.”
Jim didn’t lower the sword. “Are you a changeling? Who are you?”
Travis stared back without wavering. “My name is Travis and no, I’m not a changeling. And before you start acting even more high and mighty, I’ve been coming to Trollmarket long before Merlin’s amulet chose you to bear it. Ask Blinky if you don’t believe me. He kept me secret from you at my request, though I’m surprised you don’t recognize me. I’m in your class, for Moon’s sake.”
Jim squinted, like he was trying to focus past the big red sign that claimed Travis was an intruder. His eyes widened. Ah there it was. Recognition. Finally. The sword was lowered just enough.
“Travis?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m Rubeus Hagrid. ‘Yer a wizard, Jim.” He scoffed. “I’m glad I’m no longer on your hit list. Now would you mind telling me why you’ve come? I’ll be sure to pass the message on to Blinky.”
“I came here to talk to him. Toby and I went to the museum last night following the goblins. We found them, and Killahead bridge.”
Travis’ eyes widened, it now being his turn to be shocked. “That’s impossible. Killahead is gone, it was destroyed and scattered around the world! How in Moon’s name-”
“I don’t know! We snuck into the museum and the museum lady turned into a troll with huge weird swords and she chased us! She tried to kill us but I made her fall on a goblin and they attacked her but I swear I saw Killahead. It was in the closed exhibit!”
“Wait wait wait. Hold on. Back up a bit. The curator turned into a troll? Are you sure? Maybe it was a trick of the light?” Hearing it come out of his mouth Travis knew that was likely the dumbest thing he’d ever suggested. Jim seemed to think so as well, judging by the frustrated and disbelieving look on his face.
“No it wasn’t the lighting! She was pink! And her eyes glowed and-!”
He didn't need to hear any more. Grabbing the Trollhunter’s hand, Travis dragged him out of the library in search of the historian.
“What are you-!
“You were right to come for Blinky. If you’re right about the bridge and the curator, Troll Market could be facing serious trouble.” Weaving through the crowds of grumbling trolls, Travis wished he could transform right now, but he needed to keep his secret. No matter how good of a Trollhunter Jim was turning out to be, he couldn’t be trusted yet. “Come on, I think I know where he is.”
They found Blinky, ARRRGH and - oh Stars, of course it couldn’t be easy - Toby in the pub. The short human was trying and failing to tell the millenia-old trolls what had happened at the museum. Hopefully Jim would do a better job - an easy feat judging by the baffled looks on both trolls’ stony faces.
He grabbed their attention from the ginger with a shout. “Blinkous! We have a situation!” Unfortunately and predictably, Toby turned to see the pair skid to a halt as well. Wonderful.
In a rare lack of coordination, Travis tripped, sending himself and Jim by extension crashing to the floor. He was grateful that Jim’s armor had disappeared during their mad dash, otherwise he’d have been crushed by a suit of armor as well as the gangly Trollhunter.
Multiple voices overlapped as confusion and worry filled the air like smoke.
“Jim! Who’s this guy? Is he a changeling?”
“Ah, Master Jim I see you’ve met young Travis-”
“I have so many questions-”
“What about the bridge dude-?”
Travis groaned at the ache in his ears. These people were louder than his siblings - which was quite the accomplishment, truly. “Will you all shut up?” He snapped. His ears twitched with his annoyance. He hoped the humans hadn’t noticed. “Jim, tell Blinky about the bridge, since Toby was clearly doing a terrible job.”
“Hey!”
“Stop. Toby, I’m not a changeling. I’m told you have photo evidence. Show them. Blinky, I haven’t said anything, so please keep your yap shut on the matter.” The historian looked slightly affronted at the choice of words, but said nothing. The boy’s status as a monster would be dealt with at a later date, since the preferred never was now thrown out the window.
Jim went into a far more detailed explanation of the events than he’d given Travis, including the fact that Daylight’s flaming blade apparently did nothing to hurt the curator. Everything seemed to be adding up pretty well to point towards serious trouble, even with Toby’s less-than-exemplary photographic skills.
The Rules: answer these ten questions, create ten of you own, then tag ten people.
I was tagged by @merigreenleaf cuz she’s awesome and knows I love these
1. What are your ideal writing conditions? Ie. weather, noise, time of day, etc.
Oddly enough, when I shouldn’t be writing. All my best ideas seem to come to me when I should be occupied with something completely unrelated. Otherwise, when I’m alone and in a quiet space. I usually play Lindsey Stirling while I work
2. Is there anything that prevents you from being able to write?
Moods, I think? Like if I’m all around frustrated I can’t get a single sentence on paper. It sucks
3. Do any of your characters have nicknames?
Olivia: Sushi or Ollie
Remus is usually just Remy or Doc
Will is called William, Willy, Wilbur, and any other variation of his name to tease him
Travis is Tiny T
Otherwise they all have dumb names for each other in their phones. Like, Remus is 'complicated coffee’ cuz of his addiction to dumb Starbucks drinks
4. What mythical creature would you want to own as a pet?
An Enfield. Sure they’re wild and probably really dangerous but if you got one as a baby and raised it you… might be okay?
5. What holidays, if any, do your characters celebrate? (Don’t have to be real world holidays, if you’ve made up your own I’d love to hear about them!)
Most of the holidays in our world still exist but many of them still follow their origins as pagan holidays except like, I dunno, the Jewish ones. I’d go into more detail but I don’t have any more details to go into. The Wolfie's celebrate any and every holiday their schedules will allow
6. Your current read/the last book you read?
My current read is “Simon vs The Homosapien Agenda”. I haven’t gotten very far so I can’t really speak for how good it is yet
7. Are any of your characters living out a dream of yours? If so, who and what?
Um yeah? Olivia is a mermaid, and 90% of my other characters are werewolves which isn’t all sunshine and rainbows but it’s still pretty damn cool
8. If invited to an open themed dress-up party, what would your characters dress as?
The dumbest things ever. Olivia is a sushi roll or a literal fish. Remus would probably be a mad scientist. Travis will absolutely dress in the most dramatic, stereotypical wizard robe he could possibly find.
Tori would be a flapper. 100% this is Canon.
Will would forget about the party and stay home.
9. Are any of your characters religious? (Again, made up religions welcome!)
Dunno about religious but the Wolfie's are very spiritual. I guess their belief in the moon being a goddess would count but 'worship’ isn’t the right word for the relationship so idk
10. Which of your characters would write their own book, and what would it be about?
Gracie would write a sci-fi book. More like a short story.
Tori would write a 'how to lead a pack of weirdo werewolves, for dummies’ instruction manual because she can’t for the life of her figure out why this shit was NEVER WRITTEN DOWN.
I forgot who was tagged in this before so how about @demigodgooglesearches @fanaticfangirl2602 @lynnafred @ageekyreader and that’s all I have
This is the worst "Draw the Squad" I've ever made but it was primarily to show off Will and Remus designs finally, and show the other's personal styles as well.
Fun facts:
- Will is part of his school's cheer leading/gymnastics team, which is what t striped pink and black outfit is all about. It's very comfy
- Remus' first purchase with his first paycheck was that shirt he's wearing, which he wore to Tori's first pride parade when they were about 16. It was a source of great joy for Tori
- Remus is pansexual and nonbinary. He's wearing lil pride flags on his ankles.
Olivia Boyle
2018
[A camera turns on, and Olivia taps the screen. There’s two other people behind her.]
(Olivia): So for the assignment we’re supposed to record our home lives. Like, a diary or something for a whole month. Mr. Sanchez said he was really excited to see the Magic Kids’ logs.
[Olivia sits on a bean bag next to the older teens.]
(Olivia): I was thinking of starting with introducing everyone in the house so nobody’s guessing at who’s who. Anyone wants to start? Remus? Will?
[A brunette teen boy waves at the camera.]
(Will): How do I do this?
(Olivia): How should I know? This is my first… Video diary? Log? Just say your name and stuff I guess. Species? That might be good. Yeah. Okay we’ll do name, age, species, and one random thing.
(Will): But Mr. Sanchez knows me, I was in his robotics club
(Olivia): Just do it!
(Will): Okay, okay. Hi, I’m William Boyle, this sushi roll’s older brother. I’m sixteen, and a werewolf. Everyone in the family is. Well except Olivia and a few aunts and uncles and cousins but that’s complicated.
(Olivia): … Okay that’s fine. Remy?
[Another curly haired brunette in a gaudy holiday sweater grins and waves at the camera]
(Remus): Hellooo Mr. Sanchez! Heard a lot, good things, Olivia really likes your class! I’m Remus, seventeen, werewolf. If it’s not too much trouble I like they/them pronouns, but he/him is fine too.
(Olivia): Aaand that’s everyone here… I should have probably found Tori and Travis… Should Ma and Papa be here? I feel like I should put them in the introductions. Should I introduce myself? Screw it-
(Remus): Language.
(Olivia): You guys say worse all the time!
(Will): Yeah but you’re talking on camera for a project for your teacher. You really want video evidence of your foul mouth? Just introduce yourself so you can find everyone else.
(Remus): Willy Boyle, everyone. Teaching children how to avoid the law, one day at a time.
(Will): Stop calling me Willy!
(Remus): Make me, Willy!
(Will): Maybe I will, Mister Hanukkah-sweaters-in-January!
(Remus): I will not apologize for wanting to stay warm!
(Olivia): [grumbling] C'mon guys… Hi, I’m Olivia Boyle. I’m a twelve-year-old human/mermaid hybrid. I’m not interested in questions about that.
(Oliva): Okay, so far I introduced me, Will and Remy. Hopefully you get to meet everyone else within the hour and I don’t have to wait around ‘til midnight for Tori to get back from work.
[Olivia walks forward, reaches behind the camera, and shuts it off]
*cut scene*
[Camera powers on, this time in another room]
(Olivia): There you are Ma!
[Mrs. Boyle turns away from her laundry to face the camera. Her hair is a bit mussed and there are dark circles under her eyes, contrasting her otherwise cheery disposition]
(Mrs. Boyle): Hey baby, how was your day? Where did you get a video camera?
(Olivia): I’m making a video diary for a month for a school project! Say hi to Mr. Sanchez, ma!
(Mrs. Boyle): [smiling] Hello Mr. Sanchez. Do I need to do anything, or can I get back to my laundry?
(Olivia): I’m introducing everyone in the family before I start the assignment. Can you say your name, age, species, and something else, please!
(Mrs. Boyle): My name is Christie Boyle. I’m a werewolf, I’m in my forties, and there isn’t a day in this house without laundry.
(Olivia): [snickers] Okay thank you! Do you know where Papa and Tori are?
(Mrs. Boyle): He called to tell me they’re working late. He and Tori should be home from the diner at ten or so.
(Olivia): Darn it, I was hoping to get this done today. What about Travis? Is he home?
(Mrs. Boyle): I think he’s in his room. Make sure you knock first, you know how he is.
(Olivia): Yes ma!
[The camera turns to face Olivia, and she starts walking. The camera shakes a bit as she moves.]
(Olivia): so Tori and Papa aren’t gonna be home til late again, but Travis isn’t with them tonight so I’ll be able to introduce him. Hopefully he’s in a good mood or I’ll - [Olivia cuts herself off with a big yawn] - hafta try again later. Sorry about that. Here’s Travis’s room. [Olivia turns the camera back around and knocks three times on a door covered in posters.]
(Travis): Yeah?
(Olivia): Can I come in?
(Travis): Yeah, Hold on. [Sounds of movement come from behind the door, and a short boy opens the door.] Why do you have a camera? Are you guys pranking me? [shouts] This isn’t funny guys!
(Olivia): No pranks, I promise. I’m doing a project for Mr. Sanchez’s class and I’m introducing everyone in the family, first.
[Travis scoffs and raises an eyebrow.]
(Travis): Everyone? That’s gonna take a long time, right?
(Olivia): Everyone in the house, weirdo. It’s take a whole week to introduce the whole pack! Say your name, age, species, and something else. To the camera, please.
(Travis): [Looking at the camera] ‘Your name, age, species, and something else.”
(Olivia): Travis!!
(Travis): [laughs] Fine. Hi, my name is Travis Boyle. I’m a werewolf. I’m ten years old. I’m on the receiving end of most of the pranks everyone else plays and it’s no fun. [looks behind the camera at Olivia] Is that all? I wanna get back to my Legos.
(Olivia): Yeah, you’re good. Thank you!
[Travis gives Olivia a lazy salute and closes his door. Olivia turns the camera onto her again.]
(Olivia): Well, that could have gone worse. I guess I’ll just wait up for Papa and Tori. Maybe I can actually stay awake. I really want this part done today.
*cutscene*
[The camera is turned on as Olivia is running with it. She’s panting a little bit.]
(Olivia): - introducing everyone but you guys weren’t home, so I tried to stay up for you. Thanks for waking me up, Papa.
[She stops, and the camera is focused on a tall pair: Mr. Boyle and Tori Boyle, wearing, respectively, a chef uniform and a waitress uniform.]
(Tori): You tried to stay awake? Really? How long did you last?
(Olivia): I think until about 8:40 or so. Pretty good, right? So everyone’s saying their name, age, species, and one other thing you want. You wanna go, Papa?
(Mr. Boyle): Okay, then.
(Olivia): At the camera please.
(Mr. Boyle): Ah, yes. Hello! I’m Frederick Boyle. I’m a werewolf, in my forties. I enjoy cooking, but unfortunately most of that’s done at the Moonlight Diner, so the rest of my family doesn’t get to try a lot of my food.
(Olivia): But it’s super good when we do get some.
(Tori): I second that. Your omelettes are amazing.
(Mr. Boyle): Thanks kids. Tori, are you going to introduce yourself?
(Tori): Yeah, sure! Hey Mr. Sanchez, I’m Tori Boyle, werewolf. I’m nineteen - almost twenty, and I don’t think enough people appreciate the irony of werewolves working at a restaurant called ‘The Moonlight Diner’. Seriously, that’s comedy gold right there!
(Olivia): You know Mr. Sanchez is the only one who’s going to see this, right?
(Tori): Everyone can be educated on the humor in irony. Especially Magic irony.
(Olivia): …. Okay, thanks! [Olivia turns the camera towards herself. She looks far too tired for nine-thirty.] Okay then, that’s everyone. Glad I got it done today, that would’ve bothered me. I’m going to bed.
[camera shuts off]
Okaaay I realize this is a really weird format for this, more like a bad script. The last actual story writing I did before this was for my English class, and we had to use this exact writing format for the project. It was a pain in the ass, but it’s actually kind of fun, and it gives me a good idea of what I can do when writing the story for real. And, even though I can’t animate to save my life, I still wanted to do this story from Olivia’s perspective as if she was documenting the whole thing real-time. (I was originally going to write this in Tori’s POV, but since she’s not in highschool or college I was having a hard time coming up with a reason for her to do a video log.)
Let me know how it turned out? It’s the shortest thing I’ve written in a long time. That fact plus the format I decided on are honestly making me doubt how well I did on this. But I promised myself I’d put out a story before the end of January first, and dammit I was gonna make sure it happened.
This is After the full moon because I still don’t know how I’m gonna write that
