#lime subconite

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lance - @mindboogling reynard - @pokeninjager-ghost-art ozzy (he’s got his head turned around but he’s still there sorry!!) - @meepdrawartgood lime - @greentrickster​ cherry - @doodledrawsthings​ maya - @kayuripax​ ant, lewis, moss - mine nova - @twipsai

“Nope, modifying the ones they already have,” they held up the one in question to show off the strip of yellow reflective tape now partially sewn around the mouth of the hood, “Gotta make sure we’re being a safe cult, after all. That’s why I wanted to talk to you, actually – I need your cape for a bit, can’t have the leader setting a bad example for the rest of the subconites!”

“That’s… actually a good idea,” he admitted, sitting down next to his friend in the shade of the bleachers, “I’m kinda surprised.”

“Really?” Lime peered at him with one eye from behind their hair, “Renny’s ideas are usually pretty solid, he’s a smart guy.”

“…oh.”

“Wait, did you think this was my idea?”

“Well…”

“Milord!”

“Hey-!”

“I have never had a sensible idea in my life and I never will!”

“Come on, Lime!”

“Fiiiiiiine,” they rolled their eye at him, then grinned, “Anyway, don’t worry, I did think ahead – I got silver for your cape instead of yellow, it’ll match better. Works more with the knight aesthetic, too.”

“Thanks.” He paused, “Not that I really should be thanking you for dragging me into a cult and training every kid in town to call me ‘Milord Lance.’”

“To be fair, the second bit was unintentional, and the first bit you mostly did yourself.”

“I did not-”

“Renny told me about food club.”

“Look, we all have dreams, Lime.”

“Yeah, but not all of us have dreams that get us instated as heads of cults.”

“Yeah, well- well not all of us are grounded from having existential crises!”

“Urk!” his friend blushed, then folded their arms, embarrassed, “It’s not my fault gender, humanity, and the question of what it means to be sentient are so confusing.”

“You started ranting in the middle of homeroom.”

“Ugh!” they flopped against his shoulder, sulking, “You’re the worst.”

“You’re getting cult all over my football sweat.”

“Suffer,” they grumped, but sat up again. “So, you’ll get your cape to me before the next meeting?”

“Yeah, sure,” he glanced over in the direction of the locker room, “If you wanna keep talking, you’ll have to come with, I really need to shower off.”

“Okay,” they started packing up the ponchos and sewing supplies into their backpack, “It is really nice that you’re helping the kids out like this, though, they’re having a lot of fun.”

He groaned as they started walking. “Why were they so insistent on me being in charge, anyway – you’re the one who actually wants to be there, why don’t you do it?!”

Lime paused and actually pushed their hair out of the way so they could look at him with both eyes. “Because you’re the one they want for their leader, not me. Besides, I only officially joined after you did, you found out first.”

“Well, what if I- I don’t know- abdicated in your favour or something?!”

That got him a laugh in response and the curtain of bright green hair dropped back in place. “And they say you’re smarter than me – they follow you because you make them feel safe. They’re a bunch of kids going off to do spooky stuff in the woods in the dark, you think they’d feel half as safe without reliable Sir Lance there to fight off any monsters we might actually come across? And you do it without spoiling the fun, do you know how hard it is to be a likeable authority figure? And you just do it, without even thinking! It’s just like when we were kids and I decided I was your squire, you’re just… fun to follow.”

“Oh.” He fidgeted with his helmet. That sounded… kind of nice, actually. Not what he’d expected. “Then what are you joining in for? Do you think Snatcher’s actually… you know. Real?”

“Dunno,” they shrugged, “It’d be kind of neat if it is. Mostly though I’m just enjoying myself. Remember those costumes our moms made us when we were little? Most of the subconites aren’t lucky enough to have moms who can sew, like we do, and costumes are half the fun! Plus, don’t you just love that cult aesthetic? Maximum spook and maximum comfort all in one!” they grinned for a moment, then looked at their hands again, “And we’re teenagers now. We’re not gonna get the chance to do stuff like this much longer, so why not enjoy that we’re not quite grown-ups while we still can? And get a chance to be the cool teens for some kids while we’re at it?”

“I guess…”

“And anyway, there’s over a dozen of them now – someone has to help you keep an eye on them all, it’s not like they’re gonna leave you alone at this point,” they shot him a grin, “And it might as well be me! Plus, this’ll get me closer to getting voted ‘most likely to become a cryptid’ when I graduate.”

“I’d vote for you if I wasn’t graduating first. And if it was a real category.”

“I know you would.”

The two of them made it the rest of the way to the locker room door in comfortable silence, and Lance heaved a breath when they got there. “…okay, I’ll keep coming for now. But you’re on clean-up duty at the next meeting, Squire Lime.”

“Well I never-! I’m telling my union head, you see if I don’t!”

“Go ahead – we both know Renny likes me better.”

“This is nepotism!” they cheerfully protested. “So, you’ll get your cape to me?”

“I’ll drop it off after supper.”

“Great, see you then!”

They headed off with a wave, and Lance waved back before heading in to take a shower.

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Pretty sure Lime’s some kind of theatre kid, but the sort who works in costumes and set as opposed to being an actor. Definitely still dramatic enough for it, though!

Renny belongs to @pokeninjager-ghost-art and is pretty much Lance’s little brother in every way that matters, not to mention seems to have the valuable quality of ‘functioning brain cells’. He’s a cool character, and he’s important to Lance, so I wanted to give him a mention.

Lance’s popularity with the kids is based on how all of us who run into him here on tumblr seem to just fall in love with him and want to have our OCs hang out with him, myself included. He is a good, loveable boy!

Fir, holding snatcher cookie in both hands: Hey, Lime, how’d you get your hair green like that?

Lime, leaning back on both hands: Well...

Lime, holding up vial of suspiciously green liquid: And this’ll make my hair green?

Timmy, drinking an illicit coffee and more focused on that than on Lime: Yup, just follow the instructions to the letter.

Lime: Oooooo~

Lime, holding one hand up and smiling cheerfully: And my hair’s been green ever since!

Fir, munching on cookie: Neat!