#[unlike samantha's this ones just for fun]

[infernothechaosgod]

I cast redesign once again!

this time it's o'hara :D

now his oryginal design is really nice I think, I love how the early dog characters looked like but I do have to say that at some point in history they tripped and fell and uhhh..you know how I said some characters are just humans with altered face structure and noses?

I would like to say that while samantha redesign was something I wanted to do for a long time o'hara more slipped under my hand in a way, I wanted to slightly redesign him and make him a bit more dog like but I just kept on trying new things and ended up redesigning him way more harshly than samantha, I wanted him to be a boxer and gave him a little friend I call "mimo"

I swear it wasnt meant to go this far TOT I kinda like it, but also i redesigned him so much he kinda seems like an oc I fear

[little rewrite?] v

while making the redesign a little idea came to mind with o'hara being older/acting older and being slightly tired of his job after all the years he wants to retire but he is so respected by the staff/other police officers their respect insistance of "no one will do it like him😔✊" kinda traps him in his job explaining why in some stories he's a bit out of the loop...cuz he just wants to nap at his house instead of office lol, his friend mimo is taking care of their shared house and visits him at his job sometimes while this o'hara is quite tired all the time and thefore calm mimo is a little dinamite ready to explode on anyone almost anywhere, I thought o'hara always scared people since you know "big boxer dog" while mimo attracted alot of trouble and bullies when he was younger, they became good friends when o'hara scared off some of them when they were teens

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Apologize

[Until Dawn] Samantha Giddings x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.04k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: An argument, but nothing really specific

[A/N]: This one's really short compared to the others, but it's because that's what my intention was. I didn't want to stress out over this one, so I gave myself a really low goal of 2k words. It was fun to write this. Hope you'll enjoy. Not sure who I'll write for next. At the moment, I only have six more characters I want to write for.

Enjoy!

 It was extremely hard for Sam to get angry at someone, let alone get into an actual argument. She tended to be the level-headed one in her friend group, never one to willingly indulge in drama. Very rarely did she raise her voice in a non-joking manner, so when she did, the people around her she was close to got very uncomfortable. Not necessarily because she was threatening, but because it was so unlike her. Fortunately, her girlfriend was the same way. The two of them hardly ever got into an argument that wasn’t playful.

So when one broke out one night, both of them grew uncomfortable. They got defensive, with Sam trying to steer the conversation in another direction, and [Y/N] trying to just agree to disagree. Neither one of them really remembered how the argument started, but they both knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Another thing that was uncommon for the two women was for them to say something hateful toward anyone, even if they felt threatened. During the entirety of their relationship, which was running strong for over three years, no one in their shared friend group had ever witnessed them fight with each other. Out of all of them, she and [Y/N] were usually the ones who stayed calm and tried to compromise and keep the peace. And when anyone needed to talk something through with a trusted friend, she and [Y/N] were the go-tos.

Somewhere in the middle of the argument, one of them had slightly raised their voice, which in turn prompted the other to do the same. This continued until they were almost yelling at each other, something they had never done to one another. It was causing a great deal of stress on them both. They couldn’t seem to find a way to fix whatever had begun the whole ordeal.

As they grew louder, Sam shouted something of ill-intent toward [Y/N] in the heat of the moment, wanting to just be done with the argument. In response, [Y/N] threw back a similarly hateful retort, claiming she wished they had never started dating. She didn’t mean to say it–neither of them meant to say any of it–it all just spilled out before they could stop it.

Sam froze at her words, grimacing as she fought back the tears pricking her eyes. She sniffled and took a breath to prevent her voice from breaking.

“If that’s how you feel, then…”

She paused, trying to calm herself down and think things through. After a moment, she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

“I’ll give you some space. We both need to calm down before we even try to talk this through.”

[Y/N] huffed. Usually, she’d agree without hesitation. Because of her hurt feelings, however, she was hesitant to do so. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed into the kitchen, then the pantry. There, she grabbed her car keys and left through the front door, passing Sam on her way out. She slammed the door behind her, and she instantly regretted doing so, but she couldn’t take it back. Not once in her relationship with Sam had an argument gotten this bad. The two of them had never said dating was a mistake, nor had they thrown nasty comments at each other out of frustration.

Sam didn’t know how to deal with the situation quite yet, and neither did [Y/N]. Silently, [Y/N] agreed with Sam about giving each other space before working things out.

She hopped into her car and switched the engine on, pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. Once she came to a red light, she popped a CD in and cranked the music up, wanting to drown out her hateful thoughts.

As she drove off to who knows where, Sam remained in the living room of their shared home. She plopped herself back down onto the sofa cushions and sighed, burying her face in her hands as she replayed the entire conversation over and over again in her mind. Each time she recalled the words she spoke, or rather hollered, she flinched, wanting nothing more than to take them back.

There was no excuse for what she said. She didn’t even really remember why things had gotten so aggressive.

As she sat there, counting the hours while she waited for [Y/N] to come home, her guilt began to grow even further. She promised herself she’d sit down and talk things out once they were together again.

Whenever that may be.

She should’ve stopped [Y/N] from leaving.

She should’ve asked her to sit down with her, or at least stay home.

She should’ve kept her cool and ended the argument before it began.

And all the while, as her guilt ate away at her conscience, [Y/N] was battling with her own mind nearly halfway across town.

How could she have said something so cruel? Sam didn’t deserve that at all. She had no right to be that crude towards her. She had been trying to change the subject, but [Y/N], for some reason she couldn’t figure out, refused to give in. Instead, she wanted to just “agree to disagree,” even though she knew that wouldn’t have ended very well. She and Sam were both very stubborn about their personal beliefs, meaning they’d struggle with that concept.

She knew that, and yet she continued to press on the matter.

She knew that, and yet she still blurted out that the relationship was a mistake.

She knew that, and yet she still stormed out of the house like a child.

With a heavy sigh of defeat, [Y/N] turned the car around and started her journey back to the house. One way or another, she’d find a way to work things out with Sam, even if it took all night.

By the time she made it back, it was well past midnight. Had she not known Sam well enough, she’d assume the blonde would be tucked away under the covers in their shared bed, sound asleep. However, she had known her all her life. She knew her thoughts, tendencies, insecurities, everything. And Sam was the same–they knew each other inside and out, which is what usually prevented these things from happening.

It was no surprise to [Y/N] when she unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal Sam still sitting there on the couch. She glanced up from her spot on the cushions, a look of pure relief washing over her features. The blonde stood, stepping over to stand in front of [Y/N] once the door was shut and locked behind her. “Thank god you’re okay,” Sam whispered, lifting her hands to cup the smaller girl’s face and press their foreheads together. [Y/N] made no move to lean away from her touch, but rather leaned into her hands.

Her eyes shut softly when her head made contact with Sam’s, a small sigh of solace slipping past her lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I worried you.” The blonde smiled and hummed, letting her hands slide down [Y/N]’s arms to gently take hold of her hands. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

They stayed there for a moment, standing together under the dim light above the entryway to the den. Finally, Sam led her over to the couch and sat her down, joining her immediately after.

“I’m just gonna get right to the point. I’m really sorry I said what I did. I had no right to talk about you like that. I’m sorry, I really am,” Sam started, squeezing her hands in her own.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry too,” [Y/N] replied just as quietly. “The fact I said our relationship was a mistake was disgusting. I didn’t mean a word of what I said, I swear. I just…I was hurt, and panicking, and I just wanted to say something to defend myself in the moment. I shouldn’t have said that though.”

Sam grinned, her thumb caressing the back of [Y/N]’s hand soothingly before bringing it up to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I forgive you,” she mumbled against her skin. “Could we both promise not to do that again though? I think that’s the most stress I’ve ever felt in our entire relationship.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, bringing another genuine smile to her lips. “Yeah, I’d love to make that promise. Nearly cried my whole way home because I felt so bad about what happened.”

With a featherlike touch, Sam pulled [Y/N] into a hug, tucking her face against the crook of her neck and relaxing at the familiar scent of the girl’s shampoo and perfume. Her eyes fluttered shut, a silent sigh slipping through her lips, still perked up in a smile.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” came [Y/N]’s reply.

A moment passed, one far more comfortable than the situation from a few hours prior, and the two held onto each other as they swayed side to side. Finally, much to her embarrassment, a low rumble sounded from [Y/N]’s stomach, drawing both of their attention away. Sam leaned back and laughed gently. “Should we order something?” She questioned, already reaching for her phone laying face down on the coffee table.

[Y/N] nodded, laughing along with her. “Yeah. I was too worried during the entire drive to worry about eating, so…I guess it’s better late than never, right?” Sam smirked and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m in the same boat anyway. What sounds good? Not sure what’s open, but I’m sure we can find something good.”

[Y/N] beamed up at her, already feeling the previously thick tension dissolving at a rapid pace.

Sam picked up her phone after [Y/N] mentioned a few possible choices, clicking onto Google and scrolling through the open restaurants to find something that would satisfy both of their appetites. Eventually, they settled on something fairly cheap nearby, ordering said meal and setting everything up while they waited.

While [Y/N] stayed downstairs to pick something to watch on the TV, as well as gathering nearby blankets, Sam headed upstairs to their spare closet and picked out a few of the fluffiest pillows and blankets she could find. She trailed back downstairs, and the two of them bundled up together underneath their small fort of comfort. They were able to watch a decent amount of what [Y/N] had chosen to play on the screen before their order arrived.

Reluctantly, Sam left the comfort of all of the plush covers and pillows, already missing the warmth of [Y/N] by the time she made it to the door to pay the driver and take the order. Once everything was settled with the deliverer, Sam sauntered back over to the couch. She handed [Y/N] her order, including her drink, then managed to wriggle her way back into her previous spot before diving into her own dish.

As the two downed their food and rinsed it down with their drinks, they leaned further and further against each other. By the time they finished their meal and put the plastic containers and cutlery aside, [Y/N] was resting on top of Sam, both of them still buried underneath layers of their collection of blankets. Her head ended up planting itself atop the blonde’s chest, allowing her to listen to her heartbeat with ease.

Soft, delicate fingers raked their way through [Y/N]’s locks before a small kiss was pressed to her head. She glanced up curiously, only to find Sam beaming back down at her with a look of pure admiration. Her smile was returned just as warmly.

A moment or so passed before [Y/N] turned her head back to face the screen again. Her eyes began to flutter shut as Sam continued to stroke her hair. She fought to keep herself awake, but finally gave in when Sam mumbled a soft, “I love you,” and pressed another kiss to her head, lulling her deeper into slumber with ease.

[shieldofiron]

Date With Destiny

For @strangerthngs4life Happy Birthday!

Tina's Halloween Party, 1986

Tina’s living room was stuffed, again. She was dancing on the dining room table with Chrissy Cunningham of all people, dressed like 2/3 of Charlie’s angels, while Carol smirked up at them, her own angel’s wings rakishly askew.

Billy did his best not to roll his eyes at the girl looking up at him with stars in her eyes, “So, what’s college like?”

“It’s just a community college. But it’s cheaper than state,” Billy shrugged.

“Okay, but is it true that you’re roommates with King Steve?” She was a little wasted looking, just on the edge. He tried to look around for her friend, but they were nowhere to be found.

He wanted to scoff. No one actually calls him King Steve anymore. That can’t be real.

"He’s roommates with me,” Billy shot her a grin.

She ran a hand along Billy’s abs, “Wanna get away somewhere.”

Billy caught a glimpse of a certain brunette coiff bobbing over the dance floor, “I gotta go, but do you know anyone who could take you home?”

She looks around like she’s waking up from a dream, “Uhm… you?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I got some plans later,” Billy chuckled, licking along his lower lip like he was really regretting it, “You want me to drop you with your friend?”

She glanced around and then leaned up, whispering in his ear.

“I wanna go home with Chance Rojas,” She ended on a little giggle.

He just smiled. He always liked a crafty girl.

“Who doesn’t?”

She blinked up at him, but her confusion disappeared when he gestured over to Chance.

“What’s up, Hargrove. Surprised to see you here,” He was almost as good looking as Harrington. But there was no fire though, he was mild all the way through. Just another reason he was fine dropping off Jenny with Chance. Not a rotten bone in his body.

“Jen had too much to drink, and I got a date with destiny,” Billy carefully handed Jenny over, getting a mouthful of cat ear headband when she suddenly started acting a lot sillier than he had a second ago.

“Destiny?” Chance’s brow furrowed, but he handled Jenny really carefully, “Someone from college?”

Billy shrugged, “Yeah, sure. See that she gets home safe, k?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Chance nodded.

Once he was pretty sure Jenny wasn’t about to do a comedy prat fall, he headed off towards the dance floor.

Harrington was leaned up against a wall, bobbing his head to fucking Belinda Carlisle. He was trying his hair a little longer for 1986, bangs curling over his forehead.

Billy walked right up to him and pulled out a cigarette, ignoring the Samantha Foxx wannabe who was trying to pull Harrington further onto the dance floor.

“No sailor’s hat?” Billy asked with a smirk, puffing out a plume of smoke.

Steve smirked right back, fake blood cracking on his upper lip, “I don’t recycle costumes, unlike a certain someone I know.”

Billy ran a hand over his bare abs, fingering the edges of his mottled Starcourt scar, “I don’t know what you mean. Not a Conan fan, Harrington?”

Harrington ran a hand through his hair, with his only free hand.

"Your little babysitters club help you with that?” Billy tipped his chin towards the fake chainsaw covering Harrington’s right hand. What a dork. Looked hot though, shirt all ripped up. But he wasn't showing enough skin for Billy.

Harrington shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Looks good.”

Harrington huffed, “What do you want, Hargrove?”

“Nothin’. Can’t a guy say hello to his roommate without getting the third degree?”

Harrington pouted, his pretty pink lips pulling down, “Hello. Goodbye.”

Billy leaned in close to the girl, “You sure you wanna stay with Mr. Personality over here?”

She glanced between them, “Uhm…”

“You know what they say. Blondes have more fun,” Billy gave her a slow once over, barely registering her costume.

“I’m good, thanks,” She tossed her pretty permed head.

Billy shrugged, “See ya at school. Harrington.”

“Yeah,” Steve shook his head, “Whatever, man.”

Billy made his rounds, pretending he didn’t see the unmistakable silhouette of Jason Carver climbing into the back of Eddie Munson’s weed van as he sped off into the night.

He was supposed to pick up Max from some party at Harrington’s little nerd shadow’s house in about two hours. Master of Puppets was turned as high as he could go as he burned rubber through this tiny shithole of a town. He still hated it. Well, maybe not as much now as when he had to live there full time. He shook his head, yanking off his stupid headband and flinging it into the back.

Harrington didn’t appreciate how much work it was to look this good. He should have dressed like George Michael, then maybe he’d have gotten Harrington’s attention.

He sped off to the quarry, cranking up the heat so that he didn’t freeze his nipples off, and parked.

It was only a few minute’s wait before a deep burgundy car pulled in next to him. Harrington waited at the passenger’s door, finally pounding on the window.

“Let me in, asshole, I’m freezing my dick off out here.”

Billy leaned over and grinned at him, finally opening the door.

“Jesus,” Harrington sniffled, curling into the passengers sear and running a hand through his hair, “Heard you had a date with some chick called Destiny?”

Billy stuck his tongue out, “You like your new nickname?”

“I hate sneaking around, I thought we were fucking done with this,” Harrington huffed.

“We are. It’s just one weekend, babe,” Billy shrugged, “If my dad thinks I’m being a dirty queer, I won’t be able to see Max again.”

“I know, I just…” Harrington huffed.

“I know it sucks, but tomorrow we’ll be back home. Thank you for pretending for just a little bit. I love you,” Billy reached over and took Steve’s hand, “You’re my destiny.”

He meant to toss it off like a joke but it came out embarrassingly sincere.

Lucky for him he’s dating a total sap.

“You’re my destiny too, Bils,” Harrington’s pretty, pink lips are slightly parted, perfect for kissing.

Somewhere, blocks away, the teens were still dancing. Max was rolling dice or playing Sorry or whatever passed for a party with her nerds.

Billy tugged Harrington closer, chuckling as he tugged on the leather belts that had been rigged across his chest.

“Next year, you gotta be shirtless too,” Billy grinned, “Give this one pony town a show.”

Harrington groaned, “No, I think I’ll leave that to you.”

Billy ghosted his lips over Steve’s, still thanking God. Harrington wasn’t his roommate, or his rival. He really did feel like his destiny, like every sorry, broken lego of his life slotting into the right place when he was around Steve.

Harrington kissed every time like it was his first and his last, clingy and desperate, hands cupping Billy’s jaw. He kissed like nothing could tear them apart. And Billy would make damn sure nothing ever would.

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[spankingwishes2]

Her Working Day

(photo is Lady Samantha Kenworthy, probably by @mr-asa-jones)

As Dean of Students at our nearby women's college, it seems like not a day goes by without Sam having to physically discipline at least one of their many students (above).

It's not as taxing on her as it is on them - I'm sure she sees to that - but each and every one involves an extended, contentious discussion full of excuses to wade through and another load of paperwork - apart from the disruption to her schedule!

When she gets home, she can be pretty stressed - and I've invited her to exorcise that stress by 'showing me' what today's duties entailed. No arguments, no waiting appointments - just a nice, simple, 'I want you like this' and we're off.

Last night I got a thorough spanking delivered by hand and afterward her stress was gone. Actually, the beginning of a hand spanking (the way she does it with me, not her students) can be quite nice. But she has other options available, and is required to employ them from time to time.

A slipper can be surprisingly effective - and saves her hand. Its use is usually due to an unusually recalcitrant student - or a repeat offender. Personally, I prefer receiving it over her knee (but it's not my choice). In her office I imagine it's a bit like this:

One evening she asked if I could stop by 'somewhere around lunchtime'. I asked what I should bring and she just said 'your cute little bottom' so I had a good idea what was up. Apparently she expected a particularly taxing day!

For fun, I wore my own blue knickers and white socks and collected some carry-out lunches for us, showing up just before the agreed time. She asked if I 'would mind' if she used the hairbrush (well, actually, she said, 'You don't mind if I use the hairbrush, do you?') and how could I say no?

From the start I knew this would be challenging...

...and got worse from there. After, I was not up to the challenge of sitting for lunch. She, however, was quite relaxed (unlike when I arrived) and promised a 'merry' evening free of complaints (or additional spanking!), which it was.

Unfortunately, there are times when a student has to be punished sufficiently to avoid suspension. Sam tells me the arguing is considerably less (because of the alternative) though the paperwork is monumental. In these cases she has to use a cane and refers to it as 'this enormous production, as always!'.

She delivers the strokes methodically. Very hard. (Our 'reconstructions' attest to that!). Sam feels that it will seem fairer if she gets done in fewer strokes of greater force, rather than 'running up some ridiculous count'. 'Few' or not, she's quite convincing that the student leaves afterward full of regret.

"How about you?" she asked me once after striping my butt most thoroughly (and forcefully). "Do you ever regret offering your sweet cheeks to provide my stress relief?"

"Sometimes," I admitted, "but it's always worth it. And you're always appreciative," I added.

"Sometimes! You brat! I'm always extremely appreciative!" she complained. "I should spank you right now!"

"Over your knee, please, if you don't mind," I requested.

***

As I said, check out @mr-asa-jones and his newish blog for a lot more on Samantha's adventures!

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

MARY WINCHESTER (SUPERNATURAL)

1.) in a series famous for fridging women she is THEEE og. fridged in the first five minutes of episode she might as well be in the freezer.

AND THEN. this sounds like some real stupid spn bullshit but. season 12. she gets defrosted. and its the smartest thing the writers ever did. does some rly fun things with the dissonance between s&d (mostly d)’s image of her and the actual real human person she was and is!!

ONE SEASON LATER: they stop trying to bother giving her a tangible personality or any interesting conflict (imo this was probably motivated by poor fan response to her; a big chunk of the fanbase were just as upset as dean was that she wasn’t the perfect mother they’d pictured. HOWEVER it is still canon. a canon that is easily swayed by fandom misogyny is also misogynistic ofc). they strip away complexity they’d set up in season 4/5 by saying umm actually things would be worse if she didnt make that morally complicated demon deal in her youth <3

TWO SEASONS LATER: still not giving her any personality. worse than just not doing anything else with her complicated relationship with motherhood at this point, it feels like theyve stripped her down to nothing BUT that. they shove her into a relationship with s&d’s other parental figure with literal sub-zero chemistry for no reason. and ummm guess what :) they kill her again!! back in the fridge for you, bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE SEASONS LATER: s&d find a spell that was explicitly invented with the intention of bringing her back and they just say like welllllll she seems like shes having a good time in heaven. i HAAAAAAAAATE THIS FUCKING SHOWWWWWWWWWWWW

ALSO: even if she doesnt get in i recommend checking out the photo. its rly good. samantha smith milf of all time forreal.

(my last supernatural submission. sorry for putting you through this bestie. i could go on but i dont think i should.)

2.) The first scene in the show is her getting brutally killed by a demon. It is what starts the events of the entire show, since she gets fridged for manpain. And then she gets resurrected in season 12 and is a really interesting character and then she gets fridged for manpain AGAIN

3.) Going for the Guinness world record in “number of times one show fridged the same mom,” SPN?

KONAN (NARUTO)

1.)

• She is taken in as a *child* by jiraiya and trained as a ninja. When jiraiya leaves his parting comment is that she'll be beautiful when she grows up & to come visit him when she's 18 (she's still a child at this point) 🤢

• Konan isn't given the chance to express her own opinions - she's shown to simply follow nagato's lead. 

• Unlike nagato, she isn't acknowledged as being naruto's ""sibling student"" for having the same teacher. Naruto isn't shown to care about this bond and is entirely unaffected by her death.

• Wrote out of the story & killed off immediately after Nagato's death for no reason. Doesn't get a chance to exist as an independent character even after she becomes the leader of her village.

• Naruto vows to bring peace to the rain village but never does or is even shown to think about it or her. (& in boruto the rain village is even shown to be in ruins)

• Konan puts her faith in naruto and vows that she and the village will support him in his quest for peace. Despite this she doesn't ever get to fight at his side during the war because she is immediately killed off.

• She also doesn't get to show up in the war as an opponent to naruto. Despite being a founding member of the akatsuki she isn't reanimated along with the others in the war.

• While her fight against tobi showcases her skill and preparedness it only exists as a reason to kill her off. Tobi only wins due to his plot armour.

[that-darn-clown]

welp. i've reached that point in my hyperfixation (/special interest) where i've gone "hm...oc story based on it?? oc story?? fun idea??" so here i am.

in other words: oc story based off of Fnaf and Another short story i wrote for my creative writing class last semester.

silly summary? basically "local polyamorous middle school lesbians (who have such complicated relationships to their genders that technically either yaoi or yuri could explain what's going on with their relationship) are caught up in a web of crime and other bullshit going on in their small town. So many dead people. Including kids." (< summary only applies to Act One)

more serious summary stuff. character edition:

Samantha "Sammie" Kendal: sort of the "main-main" character of Act One. tomboyish, but an actual sweetheart. "pure of heart, dumb of ass" as some would say. transfem, but still more masc-presenting. aroace and queer in general. 11 at start of story. she/he

Jayden "Bunnie" Kingsley: think stereotypical nerdy middle schooler from an 80s sitcom or movie. comes off as pretentious or "smartass-y" to others, but generally doesn't mean it (usually). scared of danger and cautious, comes off as cowardly. viewed as "proper," but that's because people (besides Sammie and Nicky) haven't heard her swear (or see what she gets into with the aforementioned other two kids). really really likes bunnies, and even identifies with them to an extent (in other words, her gender is rabbit/bunnygender and she's a rabbit therian, even if that fact isn't stated explicitly). 10-11 at start of story. lesbian, but deeply closeted (like. Sammie and Nicky are the only people who know). she/it/bun (< latter two will only Really be used by me for obvious reasons, although it/its will be used in dehumanizing ways, but Bunnie will express very minimal negative feelings towards being referred to with such pronouns)

"Nicky Fishers" ([REDACTED] Rivera): very very weird. is viewed as being a cryptid who just kinda showed up in town with their brother (also viewed as being cryptid-esque). doesn't speak much, if at all (nonverbal). brother was their only guardian before he vanished; lies and claims that they live with "relatives" (a lonely woman who claims to be their aunt; no one really questioned it). doesn't like talking about why they and their brother came there by themselves out of nowhere. gives off "weird, gremlin child" vibes. gender is quite literally "whatever is the funniest/most convenient" (although, to be more specific, they're transmasc agender). queer. 11 at start of story. they/he/it/she.

Zachary Simmons: main antagonist, our William Afton of the story. this bitch i swear. basically a slasher villain but Add Mindfuckery (so like. how i write bl!William, basically). loves his son and his daughter that he definitely 100% legally adopted but uh. well y'know. Remember bl!William? like imagine him but Not British. and also like more a technician than a businessman. gay. unlike bl!William, he is cis however 😔. he/him, but probably wouldn't mind they/them too badly. early 30s.

Lewis Mark: the businessman between him and Zach. also his accomplice. why yes they're dating why do you ask. Very Cowardly, helps his (business) partner cover up his crimes out of fear for his own life (one of which was his own goddaughter's, but we'll get there :)). nonbinary, but he has a job so he doesn't really care about that rn. biromantic demisexual. he/it (< Zach uses it/its for him in like. a "dehumanizing him by comparing him to a dog" sort of way. and Lewis is More Into It than he thought he'd be). early-mid 30s.

Jacob Kendal: a technician who works at the pizzeria (currently unnamed). Sammie, Lucky, and Louie's father (the latter two being adopted. and twins). he's basically just Henry Emily but if he weren't the co-founder of Freddy's. family man, loves his kids greatly. very blunt, not scared of speaking his mind Or calling someone a dumbass (where do you think Sammie gets it from). uh...this may or may not have gotten him into trouble with Zach. and by "trouble" i mean The Fucking Guy's Obsessed With Ruining Jacob's Life And Just Generally Causing Him Emotional Distress. like. the guy's just trying to live his life, he just called Zach a Stupid Motherfucker for very valid reasons. pansexual cupioromantic. transmasc. he/him. mid 30s.

Lucky Simmons (Kendal): Jacob's adopted daughter, Louie's twin, and Sammie's younger sister. Very trusting of people. kinda sorta got kidnapped when she was seven. kinda witnessed her brother get murdered, but the murderer was in a costume. got ""adopted"" by Zach in the aftermath of the murder, under the guise of trying to get her to safety. knows her father and older sister are out there, but doesn't know where. semiverbal. 7 at beginning of story. transmasc, but has other problems to deal with before she can fully process that. aroace lesbian. she/he

Mickey Simmons: Zach's daughter. basically just Michael Afton but if you fused him with CC and made her transfem. tries to act tough, but she's. Really Scared. witnessed her dad kill someone and got threatened into keeping quiet. knows that Lucky was kidnapped, but again. Scared. don't have much on her story yet, but. hugging her so gently... 12 at beginning of story. transfem. biromantic aceflux. she/her, doesn't mind it/its.

and now: Victims™ (in order)

Helen Peterson: college student. worked as a Prize Counter attendant. genuinely loved and was good at her job! very much a bubbly lady. very Tall and Strong. beloved <3 dated Gabriel. discovered Zach and Lewis were doing some Illegal Shit (fraud of some sort; she wasn't even gonna say anything), and then got beaten to death with a hammer later that evening. currently possesses a pirate parrot animatronic (no name, although i'm Heavily considering making Polly the first name). 21-22 at beginning of story. transfem. bisexual. she/her.

"Gabriel Fishers" ([ALSO REDACTED] Rivera): Nicky's older brother, and their former legal guardian. ran away from home with them several months prior, and changed their last names to avoid detection. made it to town about three months before Shit Went Down. college student. worked as a waiter and did maintenance within the pizzeria's arcade. was...less enthusiastic about his job than Helen. dated Helen <3 we love to see it. walked in on Helen's murder (was looking for her so he could drive her home), and then also got beaten to death with a hammer. currently possesses a clown fox (also unnamed). 22 at the beginning of story. bisexual. transmasc. he/him.

Carmen Anderson: high school student with a heavy belief in the paranormal. heard about the odd occurrences at the pizzeria after the disappearance of Helen and Gabriel, snuck in after hours, and then tried to use a ouija board to contact the spirits. despite their warnings to get out, Carmen did not...and then got strangled from behind. currently possesses a sweets/camping themed bear animatronic (Mallow Graham). 16 at the beginning of story. gay. nonbinary. they/he/she.

Theodore "Teddy" James: middle schooler. absolute sweetheart. very shy. kinda Knew the Main Three. just kinda vibes, tbh. has a crush on Daisy (we'll get to them), but doesn't know how to tell her. also kinda. didn't get a Chance to. got murdered in the arcade one night (with an axe) and now possesses the machines. 11 at beginning of story. nonbinary, but doesn't know. ace and queer. he/they.

Daisy Mark (Richards-Sakurai): Lewis' goddaughter. her parents died in a car accident, and Lewis took her in. kinda quiet and sarcastic, but a lil prankster. witnessed Teddy's death, and also got murdered. also haunts the arcade with Teddy, but is VERY pissed. the vengeful spirit. especially pissed at her godfather for helping to cover up her murder. 12 at beginning of story. demigirl, but doesn't know that term specifically. aroace and pan. she/they.

Louie Kendal: Jacob's adopted son, Lucky's twin, and Sammie's younger brother. this poor kid. name is pronounced "Lew-ey." got murdered, and possesses a plush dog (you know the reference ;)). just...having a bad time. 7 at beginning of story. cis. didn't get to figure out any actual sexuality shit. he/him.

anyway...my beloved babies <3 (not Zach and Lewis though. everyone Else, however, are my babies <3)

Bestie first of all hell yeah im obsessed

Second of all im obsessed with lewis I Love Bottoms <3

Anyways im so in love with all of them. Jayden in my fave hmm i wonder why (guy who likes velma scooby doo and martha dunstock heathers)

[heavencasteel420]

Okay, ranking randomized ships from most to least favorite (note: for reasons of good taste and effective gameplay, any male character randomly paired with Robin is a girl now):

Patrick/Jonathan: I’ve been into Patrick lately and you know I’m about Jonathan always. I think this could be really sweet (if initially prickly).

Barb/Nicole: in a scenario where Barb either doesn’t get taken to the UD or survives, this could be a really interesting, uncomfortable enemies-to-lovers story.

Carol/Kali: the story of one ordinary, unpleasant teen girl getting caught up in a world of psychic powers and conspiracies and lesbian sex. I’m here for it.

Samantha/Chrissy: I think Chrissy could use a sardonic goth gf.

Nancy/Heather: honestly there’s probably an alternate version of Drive All Night where they fall in love. Also it could be an interesting S3 AU.

Argyle/Steve: I’ve seen this. It’s pleasant.

Robin/Girl Eddie: I see this as more of an FwB situation but I think they’d have fun.

Tommy/Keith: I’m pretty sure they’re doing something real fucked-up. I just don’t know if one’s doing it to the other or if they’re an unlikely team.

Eden/Tina: Tina is a normie who throws a really big party, but Eden is a weird girl who just wants some space from her huge family. That could be something.

Jason/Billy: I’m not into jock4jock ships, but I am curious how they interacted as two very different types of BMOC.

Fred/Tammy: is this the only m/f ship? Lol. Maybe he flips because of the Vecna stuff and persuades her to give him a ride to Nashville, where she’s actually in a “False Eyelashes” by Dolly Parton scenario. This gets him out of being Vecna’d but now he has a whole different genre of problems.

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: I forgot Norah and Ominis kind of matched outfits. That will be something to talk about over time, hehe. But partying ahead! There are several Gryffindor party audios on Youtube that you can listen to (Youtube user Christine has the most immersive ones, with actual speaking audio).

The song by the way is Hard to Beat by Hard-Fi. I know, very 2000s. haha.

Masterlist

Chapter 11

Their linked arms didn't stay linked for long as they made their way to Gryffindor tower, just past the faculty tower. It seemed like most of the sixth years had partnered up for the party following Professor Ronen's assignment. Making new friends, possibly a date to the Yule Ball that was still a few months away. Norah and Ominis looked around for a sign of Sebastian, who was already waiting for them near the Fat Lady portrait.

Clad in jeans and a black tee under a green bomber jacket, Sebastian also fixed his hair similar to Ominis, with one lock falling just a little over his forehead. The three of them seemed to have coordinating outfits. Then again, it seemed like many students dressed in shades of their house colors. Unlike Ominis, Sebastian seemed to be aware that he was seen as one of, if not the most handsome Slytherins in the school.

"Looking good, looking good," Sebastian gave them a thumbs up as they approached him. "Natty told me the password in advance. I saw Amit and Samantha already enter with them."

"You look handsome yourself," Norah smiled. "I would've thought Cressida was going to meet you here."

The freckled brunette rolled his eyes at her teasing, while Ominis chuckled. "Very funny, you-" He stopped himself. You beautiful creature, you amazing human, maybe love of my life, he thought. Sebastian cleared his throat. "Well then, shall we revel in the festivities?" He grinned.

The trio approached the painting, with Sebastian already saying the password. Loud music greeted them as they crawled inside the portrait hole. Everyone around them was already enjoying themselves, as if a live band was performing all throughout the common room. There were barrels of butterbeer flowing in cups being passed around to everyone while sweets and pastries from Honeydukes were on the table, along with other savory fare taken from the kitchens.

Norah looked around, spotting Nellie crawling on top of the fireplace mantel, much to the cheers of some of the partygoers. To her surprise, several other Gryffindors were holding drinking games in one corner, as someone smuggled in some firewhisky. "It sounds like everyone's having so much fun!" Ominis tried to tell her.

"Yeah! We should have fun too!" She looked at her two friends, who were beginning to nod along to the music that was playing.

I've seen you darling, seen you hanging round town You in a short skirt, shining eyes of deep brown You had a dirty look, you caught me on your hook Turn up the thermostat, I want to see you sweat Oh yeah, girl you got, somethin' I like

Norah spotted Garreth, who was already introducing his new brew, fizzing whizz-beers, which seemed to be a success. At least it seemed like a success from seeing how many people have been drinking it. "Let's go get some of Garreth's new brew!" She told them.

"Is that even safe?" Sebastian grinned, waving at Garreth, who was also waving them to come over. "He hasn't created a mess yet, hasn't he?"

"Are we drinking?" Ominis suddenly asked.

"Yeah, come on, Ominis, it's only for tonight," Norah tried to convince him. "Everyone seems to like it"

With some reluctance, Ominis let himself be led by Norah and Sebastian over to Garreth, who immediately conjured some cups to fill with his new drink. "Just got here?" He asked.

"Yeah, a few minutes ago, actually!" Norah said near his ear, while he passed the drinks to them. "You seem to have succeeded in your new brew, huh?"

Garreth looked proud. "Yeah! Drink as much as you like, there's going to be plenty more in the months to come~" He declared.

The three of them took sips of the drink, with Norah raising a brow at the taste. She turned to Garreth. "This just tastes like butterbeer mixed with firewhisky and some really strong ale," She said.

The freckly redhead laughed. "Because it is!"

Norah, Sebastian, and Ominis gaped, looking around at how tipsy some had already gotten, perhaps after downing several already since the party started. Realizing how good the drink tasted, they took another long drink. Garreth was more than happy to refill their cups, cheering in between, when a Gryffindor seventh year stood up on one of the tables and loudly sang the song.

I walked right over, said, 'Hi how ya doin?' You smiled at me and girl, you tore right through me I said, come on let's dnce, we've got to take our chance You whispered in my ear, you wanna get out of here

The crowds of students were singing along to the song, which Norah enjoyed watching as the party went on. "We should find Natty, Poppy, and Amit, shouldn't we?" She turned to them again, after another drink.

Can you feel it? Rockin' the city Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no, I tell you somethin'

"This drink isn't so bad after all, I have to give you credit, Weasley," Ominis took another drink before Garreth refilled his cup. "All the explosions and messes in Sharp's class ended up for something good."

Garreth looked proud, but there was a glint in his eye that made Norah think he was being mischievous. After all, they were still inside Hogwarts. "I hope you've got some pepper-up potion on hand, Garreth, some of these people might wake up with a hangover tomorrow"

"I've got that sorted out, it's brewing upstairs. Just have fun, you three, enjoy the first of four house parties this year, Merlin knows we need it," Garreth assured her, seeing Ominis ask for yet another refill, claiming that despite what it was made of, he didn't feel a thing. Sebastian was also leaning toward the same way.

You know I love ya, just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

The music seemed to hit a crescendo, making everyone cheer and sing along, dancing in their spots. Soon enough, the resident Gryffindor prefects along with some seventh years, moved the chairs and couches to the side. They were clearing the way for people to dance in the middle. Norah downed her drink before asking Garreth for another.

While she was in a good mood earlier, it had only occurred to Norah that maybe she needed a bit of a break. Everyone else was certainly letting off some steam by drinking, eating, and dancing tonight. Even Grace Pinch Smedley, who seemed to be the most composed among their fellow Slytherins, was already dancing with some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Looking almost unrecognizable with the way she styled her hair and her party outfit, Grace was definitely letting go of her inhibitions to have fun.

Nellie, who was earlier drinking while standing on the mantel, had begun dancing on top, to louder cheers from the crowd gathered around her. Among those was Leander, whose cheeks were already red because of Garreth's drink. Feeling like it was safe, Norah got another refill.

Let's spend the night, spend the night together Heart beating so fast, as you take my shirt off This girl I saw round town, well now she's going down Stuck on a losing streak, I think you've turned it round Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like

"Care to dance, anyone?" Norah asked, even glancing at Garreth. "I love this song"

Ominis hesitated, willing himself to slow down on the drinks. "Not really sure dancing is my style," Sebastian replied with some reluctance.

"Dance? I think I've got two left feet," Ominis replied.

Read all about it, have you heard the latest? Boy in a band dates a Hollywood actress But baby you and me, we came up from the street No time to hesitate, we've got to push our weight

"Suit yourselves, I will," Norah grinned, gesturing Garreth to come with her. The redhead almost immediately left his spot by the barrel to join her. Even if Garreth's dancing could be described as similar to that of an old person, he was fun, even mouthing the words along with Norah, the two of them laughing at how silly they're being.

Can you feel it? Rocking the city Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no, I tell you somethin'

The music, the drinks, the atmosphere, Norah felt like she could get lost in all of it. It was so supremely happy and energetic. Or it might have been the drinks that was making her feel and think that way. She was having so much fun dancing with Garreth, the two of them singing along as if to each other.

"I knew that would put a smile on your face," Garreth whispered near her ear, the two of them went back into dancing as silly as they could get. "Take it easy on the drinks, wouldn't want the Hogwarts heroine to get piss drunk, after all"

Norah laughed. "Don't worry, Garreth, enjoying myself tonight is all I'm thinking about."

"Good, you've earned it" Garreth assured her. "I'm glad you're having fun so far. It's your first Hogwarts house party."

"Yeah, it's so much fun! I mean, I expected this from Gryffindors," Norah teased. "I told Leander the same thing the other day."

Garreth looked proud. "It'll only be even more fun from now on. Hufflepuff's hosting the next one. Here's a tip, make sure to come in hungry. They've got the best food."

"I figured," Norah nodded.

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

"Hey!" Natty and Henry soon appeared to Sebastian and Ominis. Both of them were also holding their drinks. "It's so much fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sebastian nodded. "You can't tell but I'm absolutely enjoying myself. After those NEWT lessons and homework, I think we deserve this."

"Hear hear," Henry raised his cup, making Sebastian clink with his in a toast. "I heard about the bet as to who Norah's summoner is, by the way. Did she say anything?"

That seemed to make Ominis stand up straight, letting out a hiccup. "Did you join in the bet?" He asked.

Henry chuckled. "No, not really. But some of my friends certainly did. Their cornish pasties are on you, Gaunt," He glanced at the blonde, who looked surprised. Sebastian seemed to be just as surprised at the mention of the bet. "Those who bet on Sebastian over here have had to fetch some from Hogsmeade now that they know they've lost."

"Norah hasn't said anything about who summoned her name yet, but I think she already knows who it is," Natty said, clinking her cup with Henry's as they took a drink. "Based on the letters she got from him, the one who summoned her must be absolutely mad for her."

"Got it down bad, has he?" Sebastian muttered, looking down at his drink, trying his hardest not to feel or look annoyed by what Natty and Henry were saying. "Well, maybe Garreth's the one who summoned her, since she's dancing with him right now."

"Weasley, eh?" Ominis muttered, following another hiccup.

Goodness No, I've never known a night like this, can't believe it You're so hard to beat, hard to beat

The song that was playing slowed down for a moment, and Norah and Garreth stopped. "So Garreth, who summoned you? Or...who did you summon?" She asked curiously. Even if she knew Ominis was the one who summoned her name, she wondered about the redhead standing in front of her.

"Well-" Garreth sputtered, a little flustered at the question. "If it's alright, I'd rather not say."

"Alright, I won't press for more details, but it does seem like you planned to summon someone but couldn't, hmm?" Norah raised a brow. Before Garreth had the chance to speak, the music went up again, the dancing even more upbeat. "Then don't think about that for now, let's just dance!"

"I couldn't agree more!"

Drive me crazy, my beautiful baby Let's spend the whole day right here together

He wasn't sure if it was the drink he made everyone, including himself, take as they enjoyed the festivities, but Garreth was feeling bold. His mother would always call alcoholic drinks like that liquid courage, a legal version of Felix Felicis. Garreth took another step closer, the two of them dancing in sync while mouthing the words to the song.

"Norah," He said near her ear. "How'd you like to come to Hogsmeade with me sometime? We can go to Madam Puddikin's if you want."

She leaned back a little. "Are you asking me out, Weasley?" She teased.

"Maybe, I just want to make sure," He replied, a small smirk forming on his lips. "But we can also go as friends, though. Maybe check out the brew I've been making in Honeydukes."

"Oh?...You like me, Garreth?" Norah stared at him. "Why?"

"Because you're cool, and I don't mean this because you're the Hogwarts heroine and all," Garreth quickly explained, his cheeks hot. "I mean-I-I just, I just think you're great."

Norah glanced at her friends, who were standing at the side, watching them with pleased expressions, including Ominis. Henry also looked at the two of them with an approving look. "You think I'm great?"

"Yeah, who wouldn't be?" Garreth said, the confidence in his voice getting replaced with a slight nervousness. "So, Hogsmeade sometime?"

She chuckled, finding the sudden shyness endearing. Her heart was suddenly pounding, not expecting that Garreth would think of asking her out. She suddenly wasn't sure how she felt about Garreth. He had a talent for inadvertently getting into trouble, but always had good intentions. There were times in Potions that she wondered how his mind worked, with all his ideas for concoctions that for half the time, ended up making a mess.

Still, Garreth was one of the most-liked students in their year, perhaps the one that balanced out Leander's uptight nature and Nellie's rather thrill-seeking personality. Their dynamic just reminded Norah of hers with Sebastian and Ominis, and she found it amusing.

"Not sure you can handle me, though," Norah teased. "Perhaps we can hang out at Hogsmeade. Butterbeers at Three Broomsticks, maybe a visit to Zonko's?"

There was something in what Norah said that made the redhead curious. "I know about those rumors of what you've done in fifth-year. Honestly, I regret not asking to tag along if it was that eventful."

She laughed. "Spiders, acromantulas, poachers, loyalists, trolls, dugbogs, and everything that's out to kill people in between. You've got to channel Gryffindor's courage in all of those."

"I would've if you brought me along," Garreth pointed out with a grin. "That would've provided the perfect opportunity for me to test out my brews."

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like

"Is Norah still dancing with Garreth?" Ominis suddenly asked.

"Yeah, she seems to be having a good time," Sebastian replied, helping himself to another refill. He was starting to feel the drink's effects, but if he wanted to let loose for a little bit, another round wouldn't hurt, right? At least that's what he thought, while partly drying to drown out the growing feeling of jealousy from seeing Norah continue to enjoy Garreth's company.

Looking around, it seemed like Andrew and Poppy were still deep in conversation, their faces getting closer the more they talked. Sebastian immediately averted his gaze, knowing that Andrew and Poppy were bound to be an item soon.

"Did you summon anyone?" Ominis nudged him, transfiguring the drink into water for him to drink. "Or did your name get summoned?"

The question made Sebastian frown. "Yeah, Cressida Blume summoned my name, and she said it was accidental."

"You're lucky then. I heard Blume is good with non-verbal spells."

"Yeah, we nearly got caught up in Horklump Hollow earlier," Sebastian muttered, making the blonde whip his head toward his friend. "Norah was following a lead on Harlow in Upper Hogsfield."

"You were in Upper Hogsfield too?" Ominis sounded annoyed.

Sebastian hummed. "Yeah, I was to meet Cressida there since there was a shop she was going to. Poppy was there too, and we caught Norah trying to approach the poacher-filled cave. We followed her and went inside to spy on them."

"Oh," Ominis muttered.

Given his friend's tipsy state, Sebastian had an idea. "You wouldn't tell them who you summoned, or who summoned you. Who is it?"

Ominis slowly tilted his head toward the two people dancing nearby. "I can't tell you just yet, but I will say it was quite difficult to write a good poem, or think of a good riddle-" He stopped, realizing what he said.

But Sebastian immediately figured it out. "You're the one who summoned Norah? But when could you have done that?"

"When you were still asleep, or still in the Great Hall, I took the chance after hours," Ominis replied. "When no one was around in the grounds."

Sebastian glanced at her, laughing as she kept dancing with Garreth. "Accidentally too?"

Ominis shook his head. "No, I summoned her name, even before Prewett or Weasley could."

He wanted to laugh but somehow he couldn't. If Sebastian wasn't already jealous of Garreth for dancing so easily with Norah, he couldn't help but also feel jealous of Ominis for doing what he did. It seemed silly to even be jealous of Ominis. He was his most trusted friend. Yet, he wondered: Did Ominis like Norah too?

[dallasurr]

Hi sorry i accidently sended you a anon without finishing it my hand slipped i am sorry

What i tried to mean was the butterfly landed on simon's face can be readen as his upcoming healing too because when i researched about butterflies most of the time they mean change,hope and growth..

i know i am problaly looking into too much but still good to think about l

Anyway again i'm sorry for sending half finished writing i hope didn't confuse you that much

(First part of the Question for context)

No bother at all, I've been there myself xD

I don't see a future version of Infinity Train where Simon comes back alive, and there's a couple of scenarios where I imagine he could come up organically like when we hear more of Samantha's backstory or if we were to get a Grace episode or Apex Kid focused episode/season. I find it highly unlikely that Amelia's season doesn't have Hazel in at least some of it, so maybe he and Grace would be mentioned there.

But I also wouldn't put it past the writers to have parts that focus on Grace or an Apex kid or Hazel bring up the Apex in general and not mention Simon. I know sometimes it's just them picking fun at him, maybe i'm too sensitive, but it's pretty clear that some of the writers and storyboard artists didn't care for him by the way they talk about him on twitter.

However I love where you're going with this, I've had story ideas where he gets reincarnated as a denizen, i wrote a one shot kind of teasing his train journey as a groundhog day from samantha's perspective, my friend wrote an awesome little one shot where he comes back as a ghost, another friend and i kick around the idea of him being reincarnated/resurrected as a ghom, and i love the idea of Grace finding her way to samantha, amelia or one one and them working together to resurrect him.

Google has a lot of different descriptions of this concept and it really made my mind run wild with ideas, like the second one above makes me think about Ghost simon trying to warn him about what's to come. I also kind of feel like if a groundhog day-esque sequence were to happen to him, it probably would have been in the mall car shortly before they first see signs of tuba in the jungle car (I didn't realize until I was typing that out how much I need self-aware groundhog day simon trying to keep it cool even tho he keeps getting reset to day one, dude would be so stressed and mad about it /affectionate)

[targentis]

my good friend tief what authors do you recommend :3c

OHOOOO OHOHOHO I AM GLAD YOU ASKED!!

here are some of my absolute all time favorite authors for your reading pleasure:

V.E. Schwab - absolutely adore her unique and lyrical prose and richly developed characters. i also love that she writes a Lot of different types of stories and never really sticks to just one expectation of her “brand”. for you i recommend Vicious and its sequel, Vengeful (superhero duology from the perspective of the “villain”; protag is canonically aspec with the most wonderful found family of misfits)

Caitlin Starling - she writes mostly historical fantasy/horror and she Also creates some of the most captivating characters and plots i’ve ever read. of course i recommend The Death of Jane Lawrence (autistic protag marries a surgeon for Practical Reasons and finds out his spooky mansion outside of town may be haunted. it’s one of my favorite books Ever. but it is in fact pretty heavy on the horror elements esp wrt body horror if im remembering right so Beware)

Gillian McAllister - to me, she is the master of pacing. she writes books that are the epitome of “unputdownable” because every sentence—especially the final sentence of each chapter—is another hook. it’s awe-inspiring to witness. she mostly writes pretty standard thrillers but i recommend Wrong Place Wrong Time (high concept thriller where a woman witnesses her son commit a murder and the next day she starts waking up in the past)

Samantha Downing - oh boy! she is the queen of “unlikable” protagonists. i absolutely ADORE her, because she writes these bad people doing bad things for fun and revenge with such depth and delight and i wish more authors would do this. also, her plots are twisty and fun. i recommend For Your Own Good (grumpy teacher at a snooty private school poisons people and it all gets So out of hand. i read this in one sitting. it was that good.)

some honorable mentions are Chuck Wendig (horror writer and author of Damn Fine Story; if you want to read a book on writing craft that is both full of incredible advice and is really fun to read, read that book first. then read his other work to see him put it into practice. it’s awesome), Lisa Jewell (prolific thriller writer; her work isn’t really anything special, but she’s reliable in that every single book she makes is about the same quality so i use her as palate cleansers in between books sometimes AHFJSJ), and Kristen Lepionka (she made the private investigator genre fun again)

[thehappybaker]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Acts of devotion

This story features my original characters Dawn and Mikayla!

"So, what have you been up to quiet mouse?"

The girl with the black hair continued to sneer and insult Mikayla as she sat at the table of the milkshake place she and Dawn had decided to go to for a fun dessert snack.

Dawn had said she had been here before with her grandparents when she was younger when he would pick her up from school. She said they had great milkshakes, and they sat outside since it the weather was nice.

Dawn had went inside to get the milkshakes, while Mikayla waited in the nice sunny weather.

It was peaceful, until a group of bullies decided they wanted to have some fun with her.

They were a group of 3, the leader Samantha had long black hair which went to her shoulders, and green eyes which glared at her with bad intentions.

The other two girls beside her both had blonde hair, the one the right in a ponytail, the other in two side braids. They both had blue eyes so they were probably twins. They both snickered at Samantha's jokers.

Mikayla rolled her eyes and tried to ignore them. The comments hurt, she had comments like that directed at her when she was in elementary school whenever she was quiet and kept to herself.

They didn't hurt quite as much as the stares or comments whenever they didn't think she was listening, or the fake kindness or smiles at her.

"Awww what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Come on mouse say something! I thought you would be louder not silent!" Samantha sneered, her voice venomous.

Mikayla gripped her hands into her arm, just ignore them, just ignore them.

"You would think she would have more friends by now, but I guess she just couldn't speak for herself for that!" The blonde girl with the braids declared.

"Guess loners will always be loners." The blonde girl with the ponytail stated.

"Well that's how she's always been, right Mikayla?" Samantha sneered, smirking.

Mikayla then shot her head up to get a good look at the three. Now that she was really looking at them, they looked familiar.

Suddenly she remembered, they were in her a few of her elementary school classes and were one of the few vocal bullies!

"Now you remember us. It's been a while." Samantha stated.

Samantha was always the one who would just come up to her or whenever Mikayla walked by, say comments to rattle and hurt her.

She and the blonde hair twins always hid their behavior from the various teachers whenever they decide to direct their harsh comments at Mikayla.

It was a hard time being around them, they would always find ways to be near her. She could never get away from them.

Now she and the twins were back. Mikayla glared back at the three of them, determined not to let their comments hurt her.

"I see nothings changed with you, Samantha. Still think comments like that will help you?"

Samantha gave a small shock at that, but remained composed.

"Your still a loner as usual, so unlike you, I have friends that will flock to my side no problem."

Mikayla fought back the urge to roll her eyes at that. People were only friends with her because of her attitude and the fact her family was richer than most of the families here in the state, which she constantly flocked about.

She didn't say that out loud though, Samantha was known for her temper when you pissed her off.

"I happen to be hanging out with a friend right now in fact!"

Samantha gave out a haughty laugh." Who would want to be friends with you? Your the weird person and the loner!" She sneered.

Mikayla felt her anger grow. How dare she insult Dawn like that.

"Whoever this person is, they must really be pathetic to hang out with you!"

Mikayla was about to defend Dawn, when she heard Dawn's voice.

"Okay got the milkshakes..." Dawn stated but trailed off. Out of the corner of her eye, Mikayla could see Dawn stopping before opening the door, realizing what was going on from the expression on everyone's faces.

Dawn then breathed in, then opened the door.

"Mikayla I got the milkshakes... oops!" Dawn stated before fake tripping, causing her to lose her hold on the milkshakes.

They went flying.... and spilled all over Samantha and the blonde hair twins.

Everyone was silent, then Samantha gave out a loud scream.

"My outfit! It's ruined!" She continued to scream. Then her green eyes turned dark and she turned her glare and anger at Dawn.

She stomped over to her and grabbed the front of her shirt. "Your going to pay for that, you little brat! When I'm done with you, you'll wish you never done that!" Samantha growled, her face close to Dawn's.

Dawn's expression didn't change however, it was one of a smile, confidence written all over it. Though Mikayla could tell she was shaking.

"Go ahead, just know that their are people around and I don't think any explanation will help your case here." Dawn stated simply, gesturing her head back to the milkshake place and the parking lot.

She was right, more people were starting to come into the parking lot, since it was a nice afternoon for a milkshake and school was letting out for more kids.

Samantha must have noticed too, cause she soon let her grip on Dawn's shirt go.

"You might have won this time. But I'll get you next time, you can be sure of that!" Samantha declared, walking off with the twins in tow.

Dawn gave out a big sigh of relief. Mikayla walked up to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. A little shaken. I'm glad that worked though. I saw what was going on as I was coming out. Didn't want you going against her along, so that's when I made that plan" Dawn stated, agusting her shirt.

"That was a dangerous plan. Samantha is known for her temper when you upset her like you did. I'm glad it worked out but still..." Mikayla stated, feeling scared for Dawn's safety.

Dawn smiled, "Yeah, it was the first thing I thought of. Not one of my brightest plans. It worked but yeah it was a gamble."

"Though.. they were insulting you, so I would probably would have thought up something similar in the moment too." Mikayla stated.

They both started to laugh. It worked out at least even with the danger. For that they were both happy.

"Who was that though? It seemed like you both knew each other."

Mikayla sighed. "That was one of my old bullies from elementary school. Guess they didn't change much since then."

Dawn put her hand on Mikayla's shoulder, Mikayla put her hand where Dawn's was.

"Like I said before, she was insulting you just from the thought you were my friend, I was about to defend you when you arrived and proved to her you were my friend. Thank you for that" Mikayla stated smiling.

"People like that don't understand what love is. Your a example of love. I'll always be there for you. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Same here."

They then laughed some more, before Dawn said they should get new milkshakes and informe someone about the mess. Mikayla agreed.

So they headed into the store, hand in hand. Mikayla felt happy to have a friend like Dawn who would help her out, and vice versa.

Two friends together. That was happiness to her.

[rustycottoncandy]

I was cutting a paper (literally deviding a post-it into smaller bits), and suddenly thought to myself: “What if Henry's first suicide attempt had succeeded?”

The following [Rant? Reflection?] touches the subject of suicide, so here's a trigger warning.

What if Henry had died at the age of 13?

For a bit of context, Henry's parents, Elizabeth and Frank Davis, never really wanted to have a child. They weren't even looking for a serious relationship and just wanted to have fun, but one party night led to drinking and one thing led to another and our behated Henry was born.

Henry's parents never really loved him, and they barely even tried to be good parents, nor decent partners to each other.

Violence was often present in their house, so much so that you'd think of it as another member of the Davis family. The parents fought often, both against each other and their child, and often times against Samantha (Elizabeth's sister and Henry's aunt), who also resided in the house.

Now, Henry's never been the happiest person to put a foot on Earth, but there was a time where his mental state was even worse than it is nowadays (by 'nowadays', I mean 24-year-old Henry, the one I draw the most). A time during which even getting up from his bed would require too much energy and the kid's hygiene was barely even existent.

Circa 2010, when Henry was around 13 to 14 years old, he endured one of the toughest times of his life. Many events happened within a short span of time and, gathered together, they crushed the boy to his lowest point: Samantha had died scarce months ago (death that, by the way, he had full responsibility of), which had caused the family's situation to get even worse, since now the parents took out on Henry what they couldn't take on his aunt; The boy's group of friends had recently distanced from Henry since they did not consider him a good person at all and were tired of being lied to by him and being forced to do things they didn't want to; his situation at school was not the best and he'd been failing exams and missing school way often than he used to, and, for the cherry on top, he also had to deal with the recent loss of his cat.

Henry couldn't endure the weight of the event that had, and were taking place and he tried to take his own life.

Now, originally, Elizabeth finds him in time and is able to take the kid to the hospital and keep him alive, BUT WHAT IF NOT?

WHAT if she arrived too late? WHAT would be the parents reaction?

Canonically, Elizabeth keeps her child from ending his life, we know that because I just explained it. But why? If she doesn't love him, nor wants to have to take care of a child in the first place, then why did she decide to step in and keep him alive?

Henry's mother didn't save him because she LOVED him, but because deep down, she did CARE about him... To some level, that is. Sure, he was annoying and overly disgusting; a breathing reminder of how she had thrown her whole life away in just one night.

But he was still her child.

She would've killed to not have to endure him and live the life she deserved, but she didn't want him to die. Hating someone's guts doesn't have to mean that you want them dead.

If Henry had succeeded, then Elizabeth, although she wouldn't have been completely destroyed, she WOULD have been affected by the death of her son.

Though she wouldn't have wanted him to be HER son, she did want him to be alive, even if she said otherwise. Therefore, if he died, she wouldn't necessarily feel happy, but rather sad at the fact that she played a part on his decision to take his own life, which would lead her to blame herself too. I think she might even feel pity too, given the fact that he didn't even get to live half of as long as she did.

As for Frank? Unlike Elizabeth, I think he'd be rather indifferent. To him, Henry was both a waste of space and money, so he might even be glad that he's gone now.

HOWEVER, given the impact that his son's death would have on his wife, part of him would wish that he hadn't died, just so he wouldn't have to see Elizabeth in a bad mood. Frank never really cared if he saw her angry (and in fact would even anger her on purpose sometimes, finding it amusing), but seeing her sad's a whole different thing.

Welp I have to go to sleep so this ends here bye!

[wondereads]

Weekly Reading Update (10/02/23)

Reviews and thoughts under the cut

Islands of Legends by Lisa McMann (7/10)

I really enjoy this series; I think the magic is a lot of fun and I really like the characters and how complex their relationships are, especially for middle grade. However, I had two major issues while reading this book. First was that the plot points in these books are starting to push the believability when it comes to a bunch of fourteen year olds running two separate countries. Especially when it’s established that there are adults with significantly more experience than them just kind of…hanging around. Second, these books are starting to fall into a pattern of deal with issue from last book, discover new island, new island presents a new problem, repeat. The ending looks like it’s shaking things up, but this one wasn’t as good as the last one.

Blood Over Bright Haven by M. L. Wang (8/10)

My favorite thing about this book was Sciona. She is so horrendously unlikable, and it makes her character arc all the more satisfying. It’s rare to find main characters who are actually bad people, especially women, and Sciona is a bad person. She’s selfish, she’s bigoted, and she’s callous; I certainly don’t like her, but I love her writing. The plot is interesting but has definitely been done before, and the magic system is unique but sort of convoluted. The worldbuilding isn’t fleshed out enough for the kind of ending Wang tried to do, though I do like the ending especially in terms of Sciona’s ending situation. This was a good book, but Babel by R. F. Kuang does the same thing but much better.

Lilacs and Leather by Thora Woods (7/10)

This was recommended to me by a friend and it was just a fun read. It was a little boring since the actual romance had virtually no conflict, all that being provided by external forces. Still, this a wish-fulfillment book so I’m not that upset about it.

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon (CR, 28%)

This book is turning out just as good as if not better than Priory! It’s taking me quite a while, but the characters are masterfully crafted, and there are all kinds of interesting plot points. I think my favorite major point of view is Dumai, partially because she provides a lot of insight to Seikii, which isn’t as present in Priory, and partially because her side is a very intense political fantasy, which is one of my favorite kinds of plots.

Lodestar by Shannon Messenger (CR, 10%)

Things are pretty standard for KotLC so far; the Neverseen are planning something, the Council is useless, and Sophie’s got lots of romantic interest floating around. It seems like we might be about to finally make some progress concerning Prentice, a loose thread since the beginning of the series.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Bewitched (2005)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

During the Mid ‘00s, there was a brief trend of taking popular television series from the ‘60s and onwards and re-imagining/comedically interpreting them as films. Bewitched must be one of the worst examples. It’s unfunny, wastes the talents of its stars and squanders its potential.

After a series of box-office flops, Jack Wyatt (Will Ferrell) agrees to play the role of Darrin in a remake of the 1960s sitcom Bewitched. He insists on being the show's star, which means the producers must cast a nobody in the role of his witch wife, Samantha. Isabel Bigelow (Nicole Kidman), an actual witch, sees the role as an opportunity to step away from the world of sorcery she’s grown tired of but soon becomes displeased with her narcissistic co-star.

When in a leading role, Will Ferrell and his comedic style tends to be polarizing. Either audiences think he's a riot, or they can't stand him. In this case, neither camp will have any fun. It isn’t that he’s everdoing his schtick. Actually, the only laughs you get come when director Nora Ephron allows him to let loose. Even then, she lets him go on for too long half the time but he actually succeeds in generating chuckles, unlike the script Nora co-wrote with her sister, Delia Ephron. Steve Carell has a brief role and he’s annoying. Michael Caine as Isabel’s father is slightly amusing but nothing he does goes anywhere and the smiles you get when he's on-screen come from the actor’s charisma, not his lines. Isabel’s newfound friends (Kristin Chenoweth and Heather Burns) are useless, Jack’s sycophant producer Ritchie (Jason Schwarztman) is irritating. You don’t even get a funny talking puppet cat. If the movie had been funny, the gag where Isabel literally rewinds time would’ve been amusing. It isn’t, so all you can do is think about how stupid she must be for forgetting about this spell every other time.

I saved my complaints about the magic for now, because it’s what ultimately sinks the ship. Overall, the fact that Isabel can cast spells means NOTHING. While on TV, the production crew use special effects to make her “mother” Endora (Shirley MacLain) appear. Jack’s lack of charisma makes everyone hate him and love Isabel. She didn’t really have to audition for the role - she just gets the part because she can wiggle her nose. She doesn’t even want to use magic so she doesn’t except in a few scenes you could edit out or turn into fantasy/dream sequences. You could’ve made this movie as just two people on the set of a TV series but that would've forced Bewitched to ditch many of its favourite “gag”. See, Isabel was raised by witches and warlocks, so she has no idea what the Muggle world is like. In fact, she barely understands English. She’s so dumb she depends on her spellcasting to get through the day when she isn’t trapped in a standard, boring rom-com.

Bewitched throws enough darts toward its target to score a couple of hits. For viewers, they come at a steep price. On top of the poorly written and conceived story, the lousy direction, and the non-sensical or confusing aspects (I still can’t figure out if Carole Shelley’s character is Isabel’s real aunt coincidentally called Clara or a character from the show somehow brought to life), this is a romantic comedy that’s never the least bit romantic. Will Ferrell and Nicole Kidman have charm as individuals but there are no sparks between them. Bewitched deserves to be burned at the stake. (October 26, 2020)

[booksandwords]

Just Add Glitter by Angela DiTerlizzi. Illustrated by Samantha Cotterill.

Age Recommendation: Early Learning Topic/ Theme: Fun, Glitter. Setting: Unidentified Westen

Rating: 3/5

This is such a wonderful book. Though for from the best picture storybook I've read. While I'm not a massive fan of the colouring, I really appreciate the texture. On every page, there are patches of what is intended to feel like glitter. Cotterill's art style reminds me a bit of Jeannie Baker's it's the collage style. But unlike Baker's full colour and texture style, this has a more of a 2D feel to it. It feels the right kind of childish (without that being any kind of insult). The characters are cute. A bored little girl and her cat. I can see it being relatable to people. Even if for some children that cat could be a plushie.

Okay so the writing itself. I have reservations. It is lyrical, designed to be read out loud, performed. That said the last line does not quite work for me. It's a bit jarring. The idea of "The glitter made it hard to see, what sparkles most... is you and me." is lovely but as it is presented across two pages messes with the flow. But a performance book, a book for storytime, for reading time with family it is almost perfect. Because it leads so well into craft activities, glittery crowns, dinosaurs and pictures of cuckoo clocks. These things are all included in the story and illustrations at one point or another. For that this is brilliant.

The most cynical quote I've ever read on glitter but also the reason I found this book is "Then it’d be all red and pink hearts and more glitter—AKA the herpes of craft supplies." (New Year's with the Single Dad, Whitley Cox). Look I couldn't resist okay. But it does kinda fit too. Glitter gets everywhere and that is an undeniable truth.

[musebluebird]

The only thing Samantha could think was what the hell she had gotten herself into. Stupid bachelorette party. Screw having friends. If another of her girls decided to have a bachelorette party in Las Vegas, she was going to send her flying “I would take the money if I could, but I can't, that would be a bribe considering that I work for the district attorney” Samantha almost gave him a side smile. Almost was the key word because after all none of that sounded fun in the slightest but at least he wasn't being a pain in the ass "But now that I'm thinking, we are technically married so it's more like 'spousal support' and God knows I'll have earned it when this is all over.” She rolled her eyes but gave him a small sideways smile because despite everything, apparently they were now making jokes about that shitty situation. Maybe she just didn't need to be on defensive mode all the time or maybe it was the wine thinking for her. “Who knows? Maybe I can keep it and buy one of those fancy leather bags trophy wives usually get” She already had the leather bag but was clearly mocking him “Speaking of trophy wives I have to admit, weird you don't had one already, I mean before all this mess” Samantha pointed out at the space between them.

Was he… was he being funny and flirty? She didn't think he had it on him. He seemed more of the 'no need to play to get' type of guy. Samantha assumed that the girls were throwing themselves at him. Not so much because he was charming, because so far James seemed to be anything but nice, but because his fortune was probably very attractive to anyone who wanted to never work again in their lives. Samantha wasn't stupid, what he didn't have in being nice she replaced with his good looking face and his money, so most of the girls believed that he was a big catch. If she was honest, she wasn't sure he could see past his navel. “Well that's a stretch, I see that highly unlikely but you can always dream.” She was joking. Kind of. Nothing wrong with him but after the divorce she was gonna expend the rest of her days pretending she didn't know him that deep. Nothing personal but it was probably gonna be weird when they saw each other around.

"Play stupid games, get stupid prizes" She said before shaking her head but giving him a small smile. Well, at least they had broken the ice. Samantha paused before continuing and shifted a little in her seat as the waitress placed the food between them. She waited for the waitress to walk away to continue talking “My parents are probably going to find out at some point, my coworkers could find out and rumors get spread like flies” To get divorced they needed a judge, probably someone who knew her or her dad. The only thing that bothered her was that everything was probably going to turn into a media crisis and it was going to be a headache to deal with the consequences. She wasn't worried about her parents finding out, they would think James was quite a catch even though his family was in the media more than what it's healthy. Problem was that they were going to have a lot to say about how the events had unfolded, drunk in Las Vegas and who she had married precisely, they would have expected someone with a lower profile but if they were being honest, the media interest in James seemed to be more cause he was quite a catch and not because he did something to deserve it. Samantha was sure that if they had both been sober they wouldn't have even given each other a second glance, but they had decided to get drunk so know they had a marriage in their hands. “Some people will simply know that this marriage existed, our lawyers won't talk but we also have the judge, the secretary, the person filing the documents" A lot of people that could known "Maybe you might wanna give your PR person a heads up so they can have something ready just in case" Samantha was not that worried about what they could say, worst case scenario she was gonna be called a 'gold digger', not that she needed his money but he had way more than her, that was for sure. If the media decided they were worthy of having paparazzi or photographers chasing them around, that was going to be a headache.

It seemed James was pushing every button to displease her today. And though, he knew that he needed her right now, he couldn't bring himself to care about annoying her. It wasn't in his upbringing to really care about what others thought. James often wondered how his siblings bypassed that, how they still grew up so caring, loving, and all that. He had tried that long ago, worn his heart on his sleeve or whatever - didn't do him much good. Still, for the sake of keeping civility on the table, James only shrugged at her response. Yes, he did believe he was a catch. Next question.

To her next response, James only rolled his eyes. Before remembering she could see him talking. He was so used to conversations on the phone where he could make as many faces as he wanted, and no one would know. "That's nothing for you to lose your mind over. I just meant offering it as a favor repayment. I am...glad you're willing to help, just wanted to do something to show that gratitude." That made sense, right? Honestly, this was one of the few times that he had to think so much about his words before talking. It was so foreign to him, and James hated that. "Seems I have a long way to learn talking to you, huh. Long road ahead," he pondered out loud. He wasn't sure how well he'd do, checking each word before saying it out loud. Once again, maybe for the sake of civility between them, James would try. For a second, he wondered if Sam would knock sense into him, if he didn't try. Probably, so he may as well. Until they could get this blessed divorce. James should've known, behaving like Irvin would get him in trouble. One stupid mistake, and he'd incur his parents' wrath. Well, mostly his father, but his mother would pull the disappointment card. It was all the same to him.

"You got it. I doubt we'll even need the three months, but we can keep that date if you just enjoy my company by then." He semi-teased. When she gave her ultimatum though, James couldn't help but feel a slight smidge of pride? This woman had fire in her, and that always intrigued him. The food arrived at the perfect moment, before any mention of divorce. They had to be careful that no one around them heard anything. The more people that knew, the more possibilities that someone found out and exposed the whole truth. He thanked the waitress, and when she stepped away, he turned his attention back to Samantha. "Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Trust me, that's the last time I get drunk in Vegas. I have learned my lesson." An eyebrow raised at the mention of his family again. Sure, James was worried about that, but wasn't she worried about her own? "Well, my family and yours. That's not how I envision meeting any in-laws." He almost rolled his eyes at his own comment, chances are - he's already met his future in-laws (most likely, family friends).