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theodlys:

“Do I ever?! Absolument mon petit chou!”

There's definitely be an excited shriek.

"Yay! We can give him one of Joel's scarves and a carrott and stones for eyes and... And..."

There's a short pause as her forehead wrinkles and her tongue sticks out between her teeth.

"Absolutely! My... My small... small dog?"

#theodlys #[ grace post ; ]#[ headcanon accepted. ]

"Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman!"

#[ grace post ; ]#[ open starter ; ]#[ this little one has watched frozen one too many times ]#theodlys

{Sunshine} hey do you have bday plans yet? {Sunshine} what does your family usually do? {Sunshine} I dont wanna intrude... //theodlys

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↳ We usually drive up to Kelley Point for the day.↳ I'd love for you to join us.↳ We're gonna be leaving early though. Be here for 7?↳ Or you could always come over now and stay the night.↳ We'll even cook you breakfast.

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{Sunshine} I really want you to fuck me {Sunshine} wait {Sunshine}shit sorry {Sunshine} wait... {Sunshine} yeah, no, I meant what I said {Sunshine} like. {Sunshine} Now would be good. {Sunshine} right now, Joel. {Sunshine} seriously go start the car, jack just agreed to tuck in Grace

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↳ I can...↳ Yeah, I can definitely do that.↳ Absolutely.↳ Good call.

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How's It Hangin'? || {Shimmer, Joel & Grace}

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After sliding the paper back to him, she shuffled her papers again, bringing back the sketch she’d done of the two across the table. As Grace questioned Joel, she kid a little grin and shaded in a few little details. After a beat, side-eyeing Joel, she started asking the brunette about the book she was reading.

Shimmer had always rather liked children, but she found herself hanging on to every word the little girl said, cracking up at some of the little ideas she came up with, and asking her questions about the book Joel seemed to be reading her. This of course, launched into a full scale summation of the book so far, completely with all her observations, questions and doubts about each event and character, as Shim nodded her head and chatted with her about it.

When she got the paper back, she blanched slightly, her eyes flicking up to look at him seriously as her pen hung in the air just over his question. After a beat, she worried the corner of her lip, wiggled her nose a bit and started to figure out how exactly she was going to go about spilling her secrets in a town diner.

Well, I’m a Fae, that’s my species. Homo sapiens fae instead of Homo sapiens sapiens. Not all Fae are…different. Some are mundane, ordinary, like humans. You could be a Fae and never even know it, if your parents were mundane too. But the ones who are different, have classifications, of sorts. I’m a Classification Succubus, Soul Energy specialization. She hesitated for another beat, carefully not looking up at him, worried he’d take her hesitation the wrong way. It’s definitely the coolest of classifications, definitely not the most powerful, and it doesn’t mean much most of the time. But it is one of the few with Aural Viewing, and one of only two or three that see auras passively, without having to expend energy for it.

Can I ask what she is? Originally, she’d just written, so what’s Grace?, but at the last second, decided he might not be willing to say, and didnt want to make things tense. If not, can I ask how exactly you knew what you were getting into?

Once she was finished with her Harry Potter tirade, Grace abandoned her crayons and clambered to her feet on her seat. Joel, whose attention was focused on reading the note in front of him, absently curled his right arm around her to keep her from falling, though he didn't demand that she sit down.

The brunette used her newly acquired height to peek over the booth and make eye contact with the bus boy standing at the counter, drying off a set of cutlery. He was Connie's grandson -- a sweet kid, still in high school, and always ready and waiting to entertain the small child whenever they visited. From all the way across the diner, he pulled funny faces at her, to which she responded with a few of her own.

Joel took this time to let Shimmer's information sink in. He'd learned a little about Fae from his parents, but none of them had ever known much about the different Classifications. Unfortunately, however, he knew more about Succubi than he did Fae in general -- they tended to have more of a bad reputation with hunters, he supposed.

Most of what she said, he understood, but there were a few things he'd like clarification on at one point or another.

I'm a hunter. One in a family of them. We've dealt with her kind before. We were the ones who killed her parents. Now, you can consider that an answer to your question, or you can consider it a warning -- that's your choice. I just want you to know that she's protected.

Grace is... We think she's a skinwalker. Both of her parents were, but we're not sure how reproduction works within that species, and she hasn't given us any irrefutable evidence yet.

Joel reread his response and wondered how, exactly, Shimmer had managed to force him to trust her within the space of what seemed like five minutes. He scratched at his jaw, where stubble had begun to form over the past day or two of intense research, and scribbled down his next question.

Have you killed anyone? He began to slide the paper across the table again, but changed his mind and added, Anyone who didn't deserve it? to limit his hypocrisy in the matter, before relinquishing the paper back to the redhead once more.

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Deck the Halls with Food and Football || Joel, Shimmer, and Co.

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It had definitely not taken her hours to get ready. Shimmer had definitely not changed her outfit seventeen complete times, and an endless number of minute changes to each little piece, unable to decide what the hell she was going to wear. She finally decided on a high-waisted twirly floral skirt over deep maroon tights, beat up old combat boots and a slouchy black jumper, hesitating as she stared at the mirror before adding a deep maroon tank top under the jumper just in case.

After a whole’nother fiasco involving straightening her hair and staring in horror at the way she looks like a redheaded Cousin It, she finally nervously fidgeted her way to the Clayfields. Sort of. She was kind of stuck outside. Not because her foot brook or she was being held hostage by some maniac. Mostly just because…well….

The house was terrifying.

So she’d been standing on the front steps for…not more than half an hour. Yeah, definitely not more than that.

After bracing herself, she’d finally rung the doorbell, fidgeting with the bag of things she’d promised to bring, and was almost feeling confident enough to pull this off when twin demons opened the door and smiled into her soul. Into her soul.

She might have squeaked. She might have frozen, eyes grown wide and mouth open slightly in terror. She had not been prepared for this. After a moment or two or rapid blinking, she sort of floundered out “oh uh hi um I think, well, I’m, no, I think—sorrywrongmymistakeImjustgonnaokaybye.” and quickly started to back down the steps, her face bright red and her hands waving about uncertainly. This was not how she had hoped this would go.

The redhead on the doorstep wasn't exactly what either of them were expecting. They knew that this mysterious Shimmer -- who, by the way, had managed to evade them up until this point, which was a feat most of Joel's ladyfriends did not succeed in -- was shorter than Joel, they knew that she had red hair, and they knew that she tended so "talk really fast sometimes". All of these facts were courtesy of the smallest of their family, since their brother was rude and simultaneously told them nothing and way too much all at the same time.

"Hi," the twins chorused, their grins still in place, and their stances almost identical, except for the way Adam leaned rather casually on the open door.

"I don't think you made a mistake," Jack replied softly, dialing down the aggressive smile just a little. "How about you, brother of mine?"

"Nope." Adam was a little less in control. His grin was all-out shit-eating, mostly due to his desperation to laugh -- definitely more amused than demonic, like his sister's.

An exaggerated sigh came from the right of the doorway, and the twins leaned out of the door to eye the little girl standing with her hands on her hips. She shook her little head and skipped over to stop the redhead in her tracks, grabbing her hand and leading her inside with a weary sigh of, "They're always like this."

Grace led Shimmer between the twins, who parted like the red sea in order to allow them to pass, and into the living room, calling out for Joel as she went.

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Deck the Halls with Food and Football || Joel, Shimmer, and Co.

It was barely the crack of fuckin' dawn, as Jack had quite eloquently put it when she was woken up by the hustle and bustle of the crowded house. Everyone had a job to do today. Joel and Adam were on kitchen duty, as per usual, Nick's job was to keep Grace away from the oven and the knives, and Jack's job was to pretend like she wasn't silently wishing they'd all take Flunitrazepam until her headache was gone.

"It's your own fault. That fifth beer last night," Joel reminded her for the fourth time as he meandered through the living room to get to the kitchen once again.

"It wasn't the beer that did it," Adam chimed in, voice raised to reach them from where he stood bent over the stove, "it was the tequila."

Jack rather loudly and -- since Grace was playing with the Christmas decorations outside in the back yard with her eldest and, frankly, most mature uncle -- rather rudely told them exactly where they could shove it, and flicked to an episode of Dexter because fuck the holidays.

Adam just grinned and entered the room to set a glass of water and some Advil on the table beside his sister, bent to kiss the top of her head, and returned to his job, knowing that as soon as those little pills worked their magic, she'd be the life and soul of the party once again.

It didn't take long at all. In fact, Jack switched off Dexter before the end and switched the channel ready for the game, before wandering upstairs to make herself decent for their guest -- a.k.a. the girlfriend Joel's totally denying is his girlfriend.

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door, and Adam heard the scramble of his twin racing to reach it before Joel. Their dear old brother, however, hadn't yet noticed the sudden commotion, and Adam slipped out of the room with a quiet mutter about checking on Jack.

He reached the front door at the same time as his sister, and they exchanged a Cheshire-cat grin, before Adam tugged the door open, and they slammed the new arrival with the full force of the twin grins.

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