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Charon - Story Character References
Full Name: Derek Species: Reaper Gender: Genderfluid [ANY PRONOUNS BUT TENDS TO LEAN TOWARDS HE/HIM/HIS] Age: unknown Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual Height: seems tall but also short at the same time? No one's sure. Myer Briggs: ESFJ Voice Claim: ? STATUS: MISSING PRESUMED DEAD
Full Name: Andrea Utoqi Species: Vampiric Lizardfolk Gender: Female [She/Her/Hers] Age: Old enough Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual Height: 7ft 2in Myer Briggs: ISTJ Voice Claim: ?
Full Name: Dedra Species: Reaper Gender: Female [She/Her/Hers] Age: Young Sexuality: Hasn't thought about it yet Height: 3ft 4in Myer Briggs: Not old enough to have fully cemented her personality Voice Claim: Catbug from Bravest Warriors
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Andrea and Derek used to date. They decided they were better off as friends shortly after Derek was granted the title of Death. Charon was insecure about this fact but hid it.
Dedra is in a very Steven Universe situation. She's growing up in the shadow of someone who came before her while trying to figure out her own shit. She tries her best to help, but there's only so much a child can do. The adults have to help too.
Andrea was a vampire before Derek was awarded the title of Death. How she became one is something she doesn't talk about.
Who Death was before Derek is something the higher-ups don't talk about. So, no one knows.
Derek’s life before he met Andrea is a big question mark. Where he came from, what his story is, and literally anything about his past is something he never talked about
Biting his lips for a moment, he nodded, “I think so. You know you're supposed to replace those every couple of years. How many years has that been in your house?- I had a pillow as a kid that once had the indent in the shape of my head, and that was all I needed.” He could say that his parents didn't exactly go out of their way to replace such things every couple of years. Though he loved that pillow, a sigh left him. Because he still felt sad that he had so far not been able to find another pillow as comfortable, even if most of the stuffing was pushed to the sides. It fit his head perfectly in the indent and was the only pillow he had needed.
“Does it?” Raising an eyebrow, he glanced to one side, thinking about it. He wasn't much of a morning person, most days. Especially here lately. Though most moments of the day were met with utter exhaustion, he could say he wasn't a person currently meant for any part of the day. At the Care Bear comment, he makes himself laugh. Not because he didn't find any amusement in the comment, he could agree with it, even. But the emotion just wasn't there in earnest, “Really?! Bedtime Bear? Hm. I'll take it.” Nodding his head, he continued to walk with Andrea toward the coffee stand. Glancing here and there at people they passed by, “So, then what kind of Care Bear could you be?”
As Andrea spoke about the store, he nodded along, listening, then narrowed his eyes a bit, looking ahead, “Sure.” He offered a grin, more in comfort toward his friend. Rather than the hopes that the store was going to be bustling. But he was just being negative. Bringing his left hand up to his head, a sudden wave of nausea hit him, and he stumbled a bit. But just as quickly as it had come, he forced it back down, running his hand over his head, playing it off as if it were nothing at all. Swallowing, his throat felt thick, scanning, he had to get out away for a moment. The thin layer of sweat had suddenly come to be more persistent, droplets forming and running down his neck, “Ah-huh- I hope- so too. Yeah.” If he could look any more pale, he would be. Standing at the coffee station, he felt even worse than he did just a few seconds earlier. The dizziness and sick feeling became almost too unbearable at this point to continue to ignore, and be forced down.
“-be right back-” Azazel hurriedly said as he turned and rushed off. Stumbling slightly and bumping into a few people in the crowd, the motion not at all helping his sudden needs. Finally making his way to a building with a proper bathroom in it, he slammed the door shut as the nausea he was feeling piqued.
"Oh I do, I think that it's more comfortable about my own bed, maybe that's a sign for me to get a new bed or something." She couldn't help but chuckle as the two of them began to make their way to grab some coffee. While she normally drank tea, she drank coffee to give her a boost of energy which she kind of needed. "Sounds like it's more important than breakfast to you." She smirked. "If you were a Care Bear you would be Bedtime Bear." She added with a playful grin.
"Yeah I mean I think any store will take it's time getting up off the ground, but I know that it will be up and running in no time. I'll probably be more in the back at times, but I'll try and get out and help the customers when I can." She always had a positive outlook on everything, plus, it was better than her old job, she had more freedom and was doing something that she loved. "Well let's hope that the slump goes away, nothing worse than a slump. Been in quite a few myself" She spoke as they got to the coffee stand.
Knocking his head lightly from side to side, he had agreed. Though anything was usually comfy for him, as he could fall asleep like a baby on solid concrete, or a spiked bed, perhaps, even? Azazel was never one to have a hard time getting to sleep, most of the time. He was a very good sleeper. Not so much lately, with what was rattling around in his head, “Well, it is your couch.” He noted, in amusement, “You can sleep on it if you want.”
Rubbing his left hand against his neck, he let Andrea go on, with a few nods of his head as he stayed quiet. Though he was not much of a coffee drinker, he had drunk it from time to time. Most people were a lot more social when they drank coffee. Or, at the very least, liked to drink coffee socially. Just like, most bars were full of people who only drank socially. He had to guess. “I am a sleepy person, so a good night's rest is an important part of my day.” Though he had no intention of letting her, let alone anyone else, know what was going on with him. It was a torment, but Azazel could imagine worse if he allowed himself to be unburdened by that torment.
Or maybe that was just his imagination. Glancing around, scanning over the crowds, he swallowed thickly, not sure who might be watching, with a crowd like this. Anyone, anywhere, here, could be. He had to play this off naturally, taking in a breath, he turned his head back toward Andrea, “Oh! Really? I passed by there, the store itself, the other day. Looks like it's having trouble getting off the ground.” But of course, the owners weren't, in his opinion, the most reliable. So he was surprised it hadn't burned to the ground or been condemned yet. But the 'child labor' was a nice touch. He knew it wasn't actually what was going on, but he was being a bit of a pessimist, “Nothing, sadly. Which I usually do. I guess there's been a bit of a slump?”
It was always nice to see a familiar face, especially when it is a friend of hers. She began to think of extending her break to hang out with him, she needed it after how long the day had been for the blonde. "I mean it is a pretty comfy couch, I have fallen asleep on it quite a few times myself." She chuckled. He looked like he needed the nap that she had disturbed, but she wasn't going to pry unless he wanted to talk about it.
"There is never a bad time for coffee, unless when you are trying to get a good nights rest." She took hold of his hand and helped him to his feet before letting him fix up his bag pack. "It's been pretty tiring if I'm being honest with you. I haven't been to many booths been working at the record store booth most of the day. Needed to take a break from it all. What about you? Find anything good?"
Recognizing the familiar voice, he grinned, keeping his eyes closed another moment or so before turning his head into his hand. Andrea wasn't someone he'd been planning to run into today. Not that he was going out of his way to run into anyone, or anything, as of late. Since what was going on with him lately was making him a bit more distant, even if unconsciously so, most of the time. As Andrea went on, he continued to press his face into his hand, remaining lying down, “Your couch is a hell of a lot more comfortable than this bench.” He shifted and pushed himself up so that he was sitting and rubbed his hand to his face, then brushed it over his head, not really fixing his hair, since it was a bit too short still.
“Coffee doesn't sound half bad right now.” Reaching out his hand to his friend, he took up their offer before moving to stand and grabbing his backpack with his other hand. Pulling the straps over his shoulders, he adjusts it and knocks his head, “How's your day been going? Finding anything in these booths?” Azazel asked as he stretched a bit, holding his arms out in front of him, cracking his fingers as he held them together.
Andrea had been helping out at the Skratch Records booth, usually taking care of the records but every now and again found themselves chatting to people that came by the booth. She decided to take a break, she needed it, also she wanted to have a look at some of the other booths. However while on her way to one of the booths, she noticed a familiar face fast asleep on one of the benches. "Hey there sleepy head." The blonde let a chuckle escape from her lips watching as he woke up with a startle. "I think you said that when you fell asleep on my couch. Wanna grab some coffee, I could use some and you look like you might need some too." She smiled holding out one of her hands to him.
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can u make a glenn x reader with these details..
takes place during season 3
the reader is close to Andrea so when Rick tells her about her death at Woodbury and they break down
glenn tries to help calm down the reader
thank u 😭
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genre: angst pairing: Glenn Rhee x gn!reader summary: reader gets told about Andrea's death and breaks down, Glenn tries to help reader calm down. warnings: mention of death, breaking down, angst
Rick came back after going the Woodbury, he looked at me feeling guilty.
My gaze wandered around hoping to see Andrea, after all, she was the only person close to a family. I looked at Michonne to Daryl, “Where’s Andrea?” They looked at each other, I turned to Rick, “Where. Is. Andrea.” I demanded.
Rick looked down and then looked up to meet my eyes. He shook his head, “I’m sorry y/n…”
I stayed quiet, progressing the words that came out of Rick’s mouth. I step back, my eyes becoming watery, I shake my head not believing Rick. My hands trembled and I began to tear up, “No… please tell me you’re lying.”
I turn and look at Michonne, tears falling, “She can’t… she can’t be gone.” I shake my head from side to side, holding my head and gripping my hair.
Crying and I walk away from them and back to them, I look up, “Not Andrea,” I cried out. I walk towards them but I fall to my knees. Tyreese tries to hold me up but lets me be.
“No, no, no!” I sob and cover my face with my hands. Rick gets closer and places his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sorry-”
“NO!” I yell looking up, my face stained with wet tears. He backs away feeling guilty.
Glenn comes out, hearing my weeps, he sees me on the floor sobbing, quickly becoming concerned. Glenn rushed toward me and embraced me tightly, feeling my trembling body underneath.
“G-Glenn…” I tried to stop crying but it only lasted a few seconds before I broke down, “A-Andrea.” I tried to continue, “Shh…I know, I know, just let it all out.” Glenn kissed my forehead as I sobbed more. He continued to hold my hand to reassure me.
Glenn grabs my chin gently, making me face him and look him in the eyes, “I know I can’t make you stop feeling the pain you feel… but just know that I’m here for you, always. Don’t ever forget that y/n.”
a/n: Thank you for requesting!