Academy of Werewolves and Vampires discussion
Boy’s Dorm ♂
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Jaz, Simon, Alex and Kol’s Dorm
(Heheheh ✨trauma✨)
(Waaaait- I have an idea of how to incorporate his parental trauma)(A couple actually)
(Maybe… the first is guilt after accidentally acting like his parents or something towards Noah, and the other, much more fun option is resurrecting them via creator magic and watching him panic)
(Kinda wanna try the second one out tbh)
(He won’t get hurt, just yelled at a little, and then the guilt sets in bc… Noah. Jaz was mostly just ignored aside from endlessly blamed, held still not sure what he’s doing)
((I’m fine with either option))
(Think I’m gonna set up for the second one because I haven’t tortured Jaz enough lately)
Jaz had come to the conclusion that things had been too quiet, recently. No chaos, no screaming, just calm… something was up. Of course, his suspicions were soon confirmed, unfortunately, as two familiar faces stepped into the room, looking just as they did the day they had died…“Honestly, why are we listening to some child who wouldn’t even take its headphones off?” His mother griped, not seeing that her own child was in the room… or perhaps not recognizing him.
“Who else was there to listen to? Maybe it was telling the truth.” Her husband replied, just as irked by the situation. Jaz was half-hiding behind the doorway by now.
((https://pin.it/6DmRRweKC))Rebel was sharping a blade in the ceiling when he heard voices that didn’t sound familiar. He poked his head out from the ceiling seeing Jaz’s parents.
(…fitting that Dazai’s the image there)“Shiiit… how are they…? What…?”
His mother let out a scream, seeing someone in the ceiling.
“A corpse!”
((That’s why I sent it))“I’m not a corpse. A demon yes corpse no.” Rebel jumped out of the ceiling holding the knife.
She was practically hissing, miming the cross and muttering. Her husband was… unimpressed with her antics. Jaz was trying to work up the courage to even walk back through the room, as his earplugs were in his bedroom and he was in the kitchen on the other side of the living room.(I gotta name these two still-)
((I could give you ideas))Rebel rolled his eyes putting his knife in his pocket. He sat down on the floor looking bored.
(Maybe)“Okay, okay, it’ll be fine…”
Jaz managed to step into the room, intending to just cross, grab the earplugs, and forget about this, but he was, of course, stopped… though unrecognized.
“You, young man,” his mother’s somewhat nasally voice sneered. “What are you thinking, wearing that shirt!?”
She gestured to the garment, which she seemed to think was an abomination — a Pierce the Veil tee, the sleeves cut off and a few holes ripped in the fabric. “All those scars showing… think of the children!” (Hateful bat)
Jaz tensed, freezing in his tracks, clamming up.
((Pierce the Veil is awesome))“You got a problem with that but you’re fine with me wearing a trench coat and holding knives. Crazy.” Rebel rolled his eyes wanting to slap her but doesn’t.
(Very — this is actually a shirt I have irl that he’s wearing)“I thought you might have been carving something into a ceiling beam.” She scoffed.
Jaz took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure
“Nope I was sharpening it as I have shit to do. Things that you wouldn’t like.” Rebel smirked before patting Jaz’s shoulder. “There your parents aren’t they?” He whispered softly to Jaz.
“Yeah…” he muttered, rubbing his arms. They were muttering discontentedly, his father picking at a thread on the couch in disdain.
“I figured and I don’t like them.” He pulled Jaz into a hug. He softly kissed his cheek.
He cuddled into it a little. His mother gaped in disgust.
“What you got a problem with me being gay. Well you can fuck off.” Rebel flipped her off without any shame. He’s used to homophobic people and openly showed that he was gay to them.
She wrinkled her nose, turning to her husband. “Just need to find…” the next word was almost spat. “…Her… so we can leave.”
Rebel softly laughed at her comment. He looked at Jaz for permission to say anything more before he did.
“Don’t you mean him because you’re looking at him then and he’s staying here.” He glared at his parents but softly smiled at Jaz.
“…excuse me?” She blinked, not processing.Jaz smirked a little. “Aww, don’t recognize your own kid?” He nuzzled into the crook of Rebel’s neck.
“You heard me unless you’re deaf which I don’t think you are.” Rebel let Jax nuzzle his neck as he spoke.
“Freaks,” she muttered, trying to leave but somehow walking through the other door when she did.“Haha, you’re stuck here,” a disembodied voice taunted.
“Oh thank you.” Rebel pulled Jaz closer to him when he heard the disembodied voice.
“…can I at least grab some earplugs?”“Earplugs? silly girl.”
They appeared on the table.
Rebel tried to look around for the voice but he couldn’t find it.
"I'm not here, just watching through a screen,"Jaz shoved the earplugs in. His parents grumbled as usual.
“What the fuck is going on.” He mumbled under his breath.
"This is a simulationnnnnn-" the voice warbled. "Nah. I'm just bored."
“Alright then.” He was weirded out by the whole situation.
Kay blinks lost at whats happening as she whispers "w.w.what is happening" her voice was soft(sorry,i was eating lunch just a simple small thing of pudding)
(Hiii)“We’re stuck in the living room with my parents."
He flipped them off. They grumbled more, his mother clutching her pearls.
She nods moving closer to jaz and rebel not wanting to be near jaz's father for her own personal reasons... "w.why are they here amour?" (ack,hiii)
He pulked Kay closer."Someone got bored...? I think...? They're supposed to be dead..."
That elicited a reaction from them, as they didn't know that.
“We have no idea why or how they got here.” Rebel shrugged as he spoke looking at Kay.
She nods holding onto him as she curses realizing shes in her weakest state "why,can't me and your lovers get a break..."
his mother spoke up. "Excuse me, 'lovers'? As in multiple? How the hell does anyone tolerate her, much less multiple people? And how selfish of her."
She softly speaks moving in front of both of them "ma'am with all repect well not really,its he...so shut the fuck up,and yes,he can love who he wants.."
“Him not her. And so what if he’s with multiple people. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest that he’s with other people.” Rebel shrugged.
“Mmm,”
He smiled.