#CJ is sickly

[cljordan-imperium]

CJ is sick...my immune system has declared war...shots have been fired...steroids are being deployed... wie ein Modder- Igel fühlen

Ich fühl mich wie gematschte Bananen

Ich fühl mich scheiße

And gifts for my German besties for accurate descriptions of how I feel @saltysupercomputer @dreaminggoblin @writingmaidenwarrior

And I'm not contagious, so they're safe

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

hi what other illnesses can I give cj

[moved-2-coyotejone-s]

i think it would be fun if cj was a clone of cassandra.

[creepyclothdoll]

I set Angel Free

All of this is gonna sound pretty mean but let me preface this by saying that this girl, Angel, thought she was God’s gift. And I mean that in the most literal sense. Like she’d literally introduce herself by saying, 

“My name is Angel, because I’m a gift from Heaven.”

She’d say it with this smile that was so fake and sickly-sweet you could taste your teeth rotting just looking at it. All her mannerisms were stolen from disney movies, like how she’d talk in this high-pitched little girl voice that she thought made her seem so cute. Like, yeah, yeah, you’re supposed to be nice to people like that, but it was so hard to tolerate her. 

So we messed with her. It wasn’t because she was in a wheelchair, I wanna make that clear. I don’t have a problem with people in wheelchairs. Just Angel. You’d feel the same way if you knew her. Honestly everyone did. 

She literally didn’t know where babies came from. Like one time my friends were joking about having Nick Jonas’s babies and Angel was like “how would you make the baby his?” And we had to literally explain to her where babies come from and ask where she thought they came from. She said, and I quote,

“When a mommy makes a very special wish, and gives it a special kiss and sends it to God, God cuts a piece of Heaven in the shape of a baby and wraps it in the wish and sends it back to the mommy, to grow up and be loved and kept safe on the earth forever.”

This was, by far, the stupidest thing I ever heard in my entire life. So of course I responded by telling her her mommy was lying to her, most likely because she was a whore. 

This made everyone at lunch laugh really hard because her mom, Ms CJ, was the school’s frumpiest old cat lady, and she literally had those 80’s coke-bottle glasses like that guy from Trailer Park Boys and the idea of her getting sexed up for dollar bills was enough to make you piss yourself laughing. 

Angel started crying and doing that annoying pouting thing. Frankly I doubt she even knew what a whore was, just that it was bad. I think she wanted to storm off, but it’s not like she could go very far. Which I pointed out as well, to uproarious laughter. 

Okay again, I don’t have an issue with people in wheelchairs. It was just really easy to mess with her. But this was the incident that, for some reason, made everyone think of me as the Designated Angel Watchman. Like, any time Angel did anything weird and cringey, everyone would look at me like they were Jim from the Office and I was the camera. And then if I didn’t say something funny about it, they’d get all disappointed. But when I did say something funny, it became the new Angel Thing Of The Week that everyone would be saying in the halls between classes, and I’d feel like a genius. Did it go too far sometimes? Sure. But that’s not my fault. All Angel ever had to do was act like a normal person for once and it all would have stopped. 

Angel was homeschooled her whole life until seventh grade, which is probably why she was so weird. 

I wanna be clear– she wasn’t like, mentally disabled or anything like that. That would make me look pretty bad. She was just weird. She was always singing by herself– pop songs, disney princess songs, sometimes songs in japanese from anime. She was convinced she had the best voice in the class, and flaunted it all the time like she thought we were gonna be impressed. She wore these huge ugly cat sweaters with glitter and frills every single day. 

And any time we watched a movie in class, she’d laugh this awful snickering long laugh at ANY joke and then bawl her goddamn eyes out if there was even a little bit of a sad part. It was so annoying!

She refused to do anything outside her comfort zone– no scary stories, no new foods, no games she’d never played before. She turned her nose up at anything unfamiliar.

So let me be clear: Angel deserved most of what we did to her. 

But she didn’t deserve what I did that last day.

Before I met Angel, I thought Ms CJ was okay. After, though, I realized she was batshit. She only let Angel come to our school for seventh grade because she knew she’d be Angel’s homeroom teacher and that she’d be able to flit in and coddle her throughout the day. Ms CJ was Angel’s constant guardian, which should be humiliating for anyone who has shame, but Angel loved the attention. She’d beg Ms CJ to stay with her longer every time she popped in during class. And that sucked, because I couldn’t say shit about anything cringe Angel did when Ms CJ was around, so I missed a lot of really good opportunities to mess with her. 

Ms CJ always sat with her daughter at lunch, which was honestly bad parenting because there was no way Angel would ever be able to make any friends like that. Ms CJ never let Angel join the rest of us for recess. Or for field trips. Once during a group project in French class, as a joke, I invited Angel to a made-up party in the woods. Angel replied by saying,

“I can’t go if it’s in the woods, silly! My mommy doesn’t let me outside!”

She said this like it was the most normal thing in the world for her, so I asked some clarifying questions. She explained, in her girly sing-song voice, that she’s not ever allowed to be outside for more than a few seconds at a time, and only when her mommy is there to hold her hand. 

“My mommy doesn’t want me to get lost,” she said.

“It’s not like you can run away,” I joked.

“I can run,” Angel replied, pouting. “Look.” She kicked her legs slightly. I heard the clack of chains. 

That was the first time I ever noticed that Angel was shackled around her ankles. 

“I run all the time at home,” Angel bragged. “I run alllll over, over all the rooms. I wish I could run here too, but it’s too dangerous. The windows,” she added, like that would clarify it. I was baffled. So she didn’t even need the wheelchair.

“Um, why are you chained? Are you like, under house arrest or something?” I asked.

“No. My mommy just doesn’t want me to get lost. She’s the only one with the key.”

“Your mommy sounds like a psycho. You should call the cops,” I replied.

The French teacher overheard her crying and she got me sent to the principal’s office again. But I swear this time I wasn’t being smart or anything, I was genuinely freaked out for her. I told my friends, who all agreed with me that it was weird. But I guess I hadn’t been the first one to notice the chains. The others who had assumed it was because Angel was like, prone to fits or something. That made sense for Angel, but it still made me feel weird and didn’t sit right.

My mommy doesn’t want me to get lost.

I started to feel sorry for her. She was still weird and annoying, but she was weird and annoying because her mom was out of her mind and wouldn’t let her be a normal kid. How was she supposed to learn to be normal if she couldn’t even go outside, for god’s sake? 

I still messed with Angel when she did weird stuff like quote anime characters in class and bring stuffed animals to school. But if it was ever just her and me, I was nice to her and asked her stuff about her life. 

Her favorite movie was The Little Mermaid. No, she had never been to summer camp. Her favorite time of the week was church. She disliked onions and wanted to be a vegetarian except that her mom was very insistent about her getting enough protein in her diet. She loved those Warrior cat books and wanted to be a veterinarian someday. She didn’t have a dad. Ms CJ took the shackles off her ankles only once they were inside their house and all the doors and windows were closed and locked. That was also when Ms CJ took the locked metal bar off of her chair so she could get up. The bar went over her waist and prevented her from standing. She wore those big ugly cat sweaters every day so we wouldn’t see it. Her mom didn’t want people to know about her special condition, which, as far as I could tell, was all made-up. Any time I asked about her “condition,” she’d just say some stuff about being a very special heaven baby or whatever.

“Do you ever think about running away?” I asked finally. “Why don’t you just… leave?”

She looked shocked.

“Of course not!” she said. “I love my mommy. Where would I even go?” She shuddered visibly. 

The shudder pissed me off. I blew up at her and called her a whiny scaredy baby until she cried, and I got sent to the principal again. 

 She didn’t even want to be normal. That’s what pissed me off the most. 

It was springtime, and the snow was finally mostly gone. I’d been in Mr Bevends’ science class before, so I knew what to expect that day– first real nice day of spring was always a “class outside” day. We’d go out and look at moss and leaf buds and stuff and he’d talk about natural changes during the season. It was all a big excuse for us to get outside– no one liked it more than Mr Bevends himself. He was so excited to announce we were taking class outside, he didn’t even notice Angel’s face go stark white as he led the rest of the class out the doors.

“I– I can’t–” she stuttered, but I interrupted her.

“It’s the most beautiful day in months,” I said. “It’s a perfect day. You’ll love it.”

“I’m not allowed,” she whispered, embarrassed. 

“You wanna be a baby forever?” I said. “Come on. You’ve never broken a single rule in your life. Live a little.”

After a long moment, Angel nodded. She followed me out the back doors of the school, onto the sidewalk. I walked next to her for awhile. She looked scared, but also fascinated by the dripping icicles from the roof gutter above us, and the ice-blue sky above, and the rows of black trees stretching up into the air. 

“It’s cold,” she said. 

“Yeah, that happens when you’re outside for more than a few seconds.”

“I think… I like the cold.”

We caught up to the rest of the science class, and listened to Mr Bevends talk about leaves and crap. Angel oscilated between this vibrating excitement and a frightened, hunted look, like her mom was gonna show up at any second and punish her for disobeying and doing one normal thing in her life. Angel touched the trees reverently. My friends made fun of her for “fondling the foliage.” I didn’t join in this time. I had bigger things planned.

When we broke off into groups of two, I went with Angel. My friends knew I was up to something great then, so they followed us, chuckling eagerly. I grinned back at them when Angel wasn’t looking.

We were supposed to identify different types of trees in the woods behind the school. I helped push Angel’s chair up the hill– it was insanely heavy. The wheels snagged on the muddy grass, but it didn’t matter. It’s not like she actually needed the thing.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked with rising terror as I leaned over her and produced the key. 

Everyone knew Mr Bevends always had class outside the first nice day of spring. It was really easy to slip the key from Ms CJ’s lanyard when she always left it out on her desk during homeroom. It was the one with little white wings on the chain. 

“I’m setting you free,” I said. I unlocked the shackles around her feet first, then the bar around her waist. She screamed at me to stop the entire time, but I knew I was doing the right thing. Someone had to teach her to be independent. Someone had to throw her out of her comfort zone. 

And that’s what I did. I set Angel free.

Angel rose from the chair. 

And rose. And rose.

Her shoes went over her head. She kicked her legs wildly as they drifted rapidly upwards. Angel shrieked and tried to grab onto the top of the chair– the handles, even trying to clutch a handful of my hair– desperate to stay anchored to the ground. But it was too late. She was already six feet in the air. 

Then twelve. 

Then thirty.

I couldn’t do anything other than watch on in shock as Angel shot up into the sky like a helium balloon. She twisted and clawed at the open air. 

It happened in seconds. One second, we were watching Angel make frantic grabbing motions at the ground, howling with terror, and the next second all we could see of her was the glint of the sunlight on her glittery pink cat sweater as she disappeared up into the vast emptiness above.

When Mr Bevends came to see what was the matter, all any of us could do was to point up. But by then, she was just a pinprick against the deep, endless blue sky. 

Then there was nothing.

[everythingisawayoflife]

MORE Random West Wing Headcanons bc I said so

i’ve gotten back into the show recently (esp bc i understand all the politics and crap) and i feel the need to talk about my favorite dysfunctional political administration

in the first post i made, i said ainsley and sam dated for two years before breaking up. well that breakup didn’t last very long. a month later, they started dating again. from that point, on they never left each others side. they live in georgetown with a rottweiler and four kids.

after being really involved in solving a finance crisis, josh was invited to throw the first pitch at the Mets game. when the camera zoomed in on him, he was visibly emotional.

donna was over at josh’s apartment so much during his recovery period, they’ve begun to have weekly movie nights. they continue this tradition even after marriage and kids.

josh and donna’s house has a wall in the hallway of their house when you first enter that is covered with their kids’ handprints - at first, it was just their oldest being naughty but they let it grow into the Moss-Lyman art exhibit. even sam and ainsley’s kids, and toby and andy’s kids have added their prints to the wall

there’s a weekend every summer where all of senior staff and their families come up to Manchester and stay on the Bartlet Farm at Abbey’s insistence - she wears the title of “Grandma Abbey” proudly

at the inaugural ball (aka s4 josh & donna), josh and donna spend so much time together that a lot of the people there going to congratulate josh on getting bartlet’s second term mistake josh and donna for husband and wife - as a joke, donna and josh let people believe it

^^they end up getting quite the talking to from abbey - because she’s mad they didn’t tell her first (and cj, who has to field press questions the next day and they almost caused a domestic incident)

as an april fools day prank, zoey and charlie covered bartlet’s walls in the oval office with sticky notes - sam helped and wrote a “your mama” joke in latin as payback for bartlet having fun with the staff

josh has a terrible habit of biting the skin around his nails until they bleed - he doesn’t realize how bad it is until he turns some papers into the president with large drops of blood on them - donna keeps spare bandaids at her desk

toby likes to have a little fun with donna and say things to deliberately get a reaction out of her - some are truths, some are lies. one truth is that he likes beans on toast. donna called him clinically insane.

leo really likes musicals. can he sing? hardly ever. but on days he finds he needs to relax, he puts on the original cast recording of oklahoma and everything turns out okay

donna unofficially adopts a sickly kitten that lived in the trash near her apartment - she names it Brownie and nurses it back to health

^^Josh is allergic to Brownie but doesn’t say a word to Donna until after they’ve been married and had kids when they reach the age where they start asking for pets

Donna is sort of a multiple-threat kind of girl - she was an excitable kid so she grew up knowing how to do all kinds of things - these things are tap dance for seven years, karate for two years, horseback riding has been the only constant in her life, she can knit and sew, and she even speaks a little french - josh LOVES it when Donna speaks french

josh is always cold, he’s never run warm. donna knit a blanket for him as a birthday present. he’s never said anything but it’s one his favorite things in the whole world

donna actually likes hearing some of the president’s obscure historical tidbits - she even goes so far as to learning some of her own to exchange with him

toby visits the veteran’s grave that he buried every year and even talks to him a little while he’s there

it took a solid 20 minutes after donna had their first kid to let someone else hold him besides josh. the third person to hold their kid was bartlet.

^^^donna has never seen josh more in love than when he held their kid for the first time. cj took a photo of josh gazing at the little baby swaddled in blue clothing with visible tears streaking down his face. it’s one of donna’s favorite photos.

Sam is really good at hockey. He takes his kids to hockey games whenever he can.

[bucket-barnes]

You betcha, pal

(Suggestion from @shouldwemaybe)

CJ Hook- the not so Jolly Roger

Heads up: I am still not a doctor, the research I do is minimal and I embellish for dramatic effect. If you know more about what I’m writing about than I do, just suspend your disbelief a little bit

CJ, the baby of the Hook family…not very supervised. CJ was often described as a “wild child” by her sister and a “damn loon on par with the boy” by her father, which really meant she wasn’t one for thinking more so doing and then worrying later…which often bit her in the ass later on

Food was scarce on the Isle, or at least sort of edible food was. CJ’s siblings often went hungry to make sure she stayed fed growing up, Harry saying he’d just go eat with Uma and Harriet saying she wasn’t hungry anyway. Granted, the food CJ was eating wasn’t that great of quality, stale bread with the mold scraped off, rotten eggs and vegetables, whatever fish Harry managed to fish up if they were lucky, safe to say the girl grew up with a strong stomach, which she’d sometimes use to her advantage

Maybe it was her yearning for adventure, maybe it was whatever parts of her brother’s insanity rubbed off on her, but CJ liked to play a little game with other residents of the Isle. You could give her the most rancid piece of food you could find (which wasn’t hard, it’s the Isle of the lost) and if she could keep it down, you owed her five dollars, and she always kept it down…when people were looking

Once eyes were off her, the day often turned into CJ going to the farthest corner of the Jolly Roger to throw up whatever she had put in her body, usually while one of her siblings (Harriet, usually, Harry if she was lucky, at least he wouldn’t scold her for playing this little game) she’d always say she’s fine and that it wasn’t a big deal, though her shaking body and slightly sickly pale skin would tell a different story. And yet, she would rinse and repeat this process every couple of days, for no other reason than she could

When CJ managed to sneak onto Auradon, she got a taste of Auradon food, usually small pastries that Freddie would steal for her…holy crap were they good! The lack of mold or overall decay was definitely nice, the food actually having a taste other than unholy was also welcomed, but uh…who would’ve thought that Auradon food would have a very similar effect on the young pirate as Isle food…but worse

She’d spend hours curled on the floor trying not to throw up on the floor, the food may have tasted amazing but it would always come back up. Freddie would take note of her friend’s shaking and overall sickly appearance, she looked worse than she did on the Isle, but, of course CJ would insist she’s fine and that it would pass, but on the inside…she just wanted her siblings. Harriet may have scolded her for her stupid game, but she’d always help her breathe through the sickness and give her a little praise for bringing in some money, and Harry would always hold her until the shaking stopped. But in Auradon…she didn’t have her siblings…she missed them

Eventually, CJ was caught and got tossed back onto the Isle of the lost, surprisingly, her siblings embraced her (in private- no affection in public) and told her how much they missed her…she did…kinda leave without warning

“We thought you were taken! Or dead! I swear to the gods if you do something that stupid again…”

Harriet scolded as she squeezed her little sister

“I was so ready to kill someone. At least leave a note next time”

Harry said under his breath as he kissed the top of CJ’s head

Harriet and Harry did take note of CJ’s sicker appearance, it perplexed them, she was in Auradon, how did she get worse? The two decided to keep it to themselves and look after their baby sister in quiet ways- they didn’t want to make her feel worse. They’d continue to give her the good pieces of their food, Harriet started dragging CJ along with her to keep her from eating street garbage while Harry started bringing whatever leftovers he could swipe from Ursula’s fish and chips home for both his sisters, though as usual, Harriet gave her portion to CJ saying she wasn’t hungry

Hope this works! You got a descendants character you’d like to see violently ill? Tell me immediately, I will make it happen!

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

@hannahhook7744 and I had a GREAT story Idea and I wish for you to see our brainstorming (TM) for it. Hannah’s in purple and me in orange, because colaboration and I thought it was funny .

(...I’ll edit whatever’s needed, yeah?)

Audrey suggests the idea.

They both end up happier because of it.

They all realize after yearS (They ALL live in denial. Except for Gil who thinks everyone else knows they’re dating.) that their relationship turned into a real one and they're all fine with it. They get out of denial eventually. (Yeah but it takes them ages). Definitely. 

Uma confronts Ben about how he dropped the ball on his relationship with Audrey and his friendship with both her and Chad. 

They get Jordan involved to have some media influence on their side.

Jordan is secretly cooperating with Ursula who is there for the drama (Oh course she is. Is she a good mom in yours?). (She’s a greek god – octopus. She has no idea how semi-human babies work. It’s a miracle that Uma is still alive.)

Cinderella and Charming are fine about it (but also it gets them to pay more attention to Chad, which is a win). 

Harriet should be allowed to be a hypocritical bitch about her brother’s mess of a relationship

Yes.

Harry is like 'shut up, you and Anthony are DEFINITELY not in a closed relationship!' (So they actually admitted to being in a relationship?)

Harriet 'I Have no idea what you're talking about–'

Harry 'I've seen Ginny leave your room half naked!' (We will have to clarify they aren't sisters in this universe). (Yes!! Disaster Threesome. Loving it)(

Do you want to hear disaster hc for Audrey & CJ that fits into this? 

Sure. 

Audrey was like: So you think I should have a heir? Sure here let me just– *Audrey Rose named CJ Hook as her official heir*. (Yes. Then Cj is just like 'let's piss off Leah more assigning Freddie and Zevon jobs of power. )Audrey enables this chaos. Harry, of course, goes to councils with Uma and Harriet is asked to join after one (1) session with CJ. FG and beast are not having a fun time.

Belle joined one council meeting and They gave her hell because Chad overheard what she said to Ben about Audrey in d1. 

 Audrey's cousin tries to be a bitch. The sea three shut that down immediately . (As they should)

Can we give Arabella a minor corruption arc while we are at it? Just siding with them or something. (Yes. Absolutely.)

It's a fake relationship yet the moment  Chad comes to the lost revenge near tears the sea three are ready to murder someone. (They got attached). (The crew was betting over this.they knew they’d get attached.The swapped gold is ignored by Sea Three. This is normal.) (Yes.) (Any bets on who upset Chad?). (...Mal?) (Most likely). 

Any scenes you can picture? We need a catalyst to kick Audrey into proposing this idea to Chad so that? Audrey explaining the idea to Chad and then to the pirates. (Audrey’s grandmother probably turned back to how she was and Chad probably tells her that he thinks his parents haven't care about him since Chloe was born. He was adopted when he was 6. Chole was born 2 years later sickly and his parents were working on bringing the Tremaine sisters, Hans—Drizella's husband, and their kids back). Audrey probably proposes the idea to piss her parents off and test if Chad's parents still care). (Leah should be ranting about multiple things including thinly veiled amatonormativity because she’s a bitch like that and definitely thinks that girl is a spinster by twenty.) (YES). 

There was the prompt that went „Permission to off them?“ „Permission enthusiastically granted.“ That’s Huma when someone hurts Chad. Audrey is already dialing Jordan. (YES. and Gil is just comforting Chad.) (Obviously. He’s like, Should I go help you guys cause some brutal violence? „No don’t worry we’ve got it!“ „For the last time,you CAN’T kill the queen–“) (lol. I love that Gil goes either way when it comes to murder. Audrey is usually like 'no murder'.. but with some exceptions). 

Also Chad just feeling like no one even cares about him trying to put effort into changing and thinking that maybe it's too late for him only for Urusla or Hook to be like 'You're a TEENAGER. It is so not too late.' Or Harriet. I'm not picky.. (Harriet. She’s done with teenage bullshit since she was thirteen. Also, Ursula doesn’t understand the concept of time. …Neither does Hook really.) (Harriet, comforting crying Chad, internally: “All I wanted was to borrow some office supplies and weapons. Why does it always end like this?”) (Harriet has become the one who is always telling teenagers and kids it's not too late for them to change). 

Also Harriet *yells at a ton of reporters* STOP BULLYING THESE TEENAGERS OR SO HELP ME— (Anthony: No murder in front of the cameras–) (yesss). 

[hatchi-matchii]

CJ exploring the non apocalypse! I feel like he may appreciate a cornfield for some reason

Please ignore my shotty watercolor skills oops

Anyway I LOVE him. My sickly Victorian boy <3

[sosagely]

DESCENDANTS HEADCANONS !!

she's nestled right between harry && cj in the sibling line up.

her trademark red leather jacket does NOT have the hook symbol stitched into the back. instead, there are three smaller patches stitched into the inner lining over her heart. a wheel (for harriet, who steers them and points them in the right direction), a ships bow/figurehead (for harry, who cuts a path forward), and sails (for cj, who keeps them all moving.)

while she might bitch and moan about her siblings, if anyone else tries it they'd be losing their tongue. she's quick to resort to violence, especially when it's in defense of her siblings. as much as they may bicker or argue, they're family. at the end of the day, no matter what alliances she might have, her loyalty will always lie with them above all else.

whatever food she manages to snag, especially things that are rarer and in good condition, are always split into quarter and divided evenly amongst them. she'll leave little parcels all wrapped up at their doors if they aren't around.

at evie's infamous birthday bash, kara's baddie bag had a kitten in it. the runt of the litter, it was a pathetic little thing. still, she loved him. naming him ASMODEUS, or az for short, the sickly little thing grew into a disorienting cat. something seems off or not quite right about that beast. he's long and lanky, pitch black, with overly large ears and hauntingly intelligent golden eyes. he seems to flicker at the edges, almost like he isn't entirely corporeal. he acts as a mousing cat on the ship, and is kara's most loyal companion. if he's not sulking around her, he's chilling out at the tremaine's place with emma ( @a1onea1ways ) who he adores.

speaking of emma, kara is absolutely smitten with her. (not that she'd ever vocalize it. not on the isle.) the same way harry acts around uma is how kara acts around emma, a lovesick puppy and violent guard dog all at once. while she will happily make fun of the other tremaine's (most notably anthony) if anyone says anything against emma she's going to be throwing hands.

kara's firmly against all things auradonian. she blames them for creating the isle. and she sees any attempt at programs to bring them over and channel their "inner good" as hoops to jump through for approval they shouldn't have to seek. she's incredibly wary of all things surrounding auradon and gets snappy about it.

she considers the core four traitors to the isle. they abandoned their original task and lived up their cushy life in the kingdom while stricter rules were pushed onto the isle. already scarce food dried up and things got worse because of them. she holds a grudge post d1.

pre d1, the only one she really has a real problem with is mal. given her loyalty to uma, she sees mal as an enemy. there is disdain for the others given their loyalty / association with mal, but peace could more easily be reached with any of the others.

she's got a wicked temper. sometimes it's like watching a switch flip when it's ignited, an explosion that seems too harsh for whatever set it off. she usually manages to reign it back in.

[findopulencerp]

                                𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝖏𝖆𝖉𝖊 "𝖈𝖏" 𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘

she was born 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 years ago, she is a 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 who lives in 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲 as a 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. he looks an awful lot like 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

“A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.”

TW: abandonment, neglect, and death

Chaos. That’s what her life had been the moment she was born. Given to a single-mother who was unstable yet somehow had the wherewithal to push through the noise and do her best to raise this child on her own. Just enough prowess to get through the days of the long nights and dirty diapers, keeping a roof over their heads by cleaning rich people’s houses. Claudia Jade, always in tow, kept in the carrier until she grew, placing her in the corner with a book, sworn not to make a peep so the owners wouldn’t know. At six is when she could sense that something was off. Her mother would drop her to school, but then she would have to walk herself home. Feeding herself, bathing, and making sure her homework was done. By the time the sun broke on the horizon her mother would return like clockwork. Blood-shot eyes, unruly hair, the sweetest and sickly of substances on her breath. The repeated cycle for the next four years and then it stopped. 

The woman never returned home. A few weeks went by and then the power and water turned off. A teacher’s persistence landed her in the hands of social services. Controlled chaos now taking a turn. A long car ride with three strange adults landed her on the front door of this older girl and her dad. They said she was her sister. That they shared the same mom. The older man did not want anything to do with her and the girl named Sofia would soon thereafter take her under her wings. There was nothing to do but trust this newfound face, yet soon enough the two would find their own rhythms. In a sunny state where they said anything was possible, CJ and Sofia would learn to take care of another, grow in the love of their newfound chaos, and form a bond unlike any other. For the first time in her life did Claudia Jade know what stability and safety actually was. They didn’t have a lot, but they certainly made it work in their favor. 

In the perfect world the two of them created, all was relatively well until their mother reappeared. Apprehensive as she did not trust the older woman, yet the three of them embarked on an outing, allowing chaos to hit them like a wave once more. Sheer terror fills those moments forever embarked in CJ’s mind. Why the water? What was she doing? They needed to run and get out of here. The only person she could ever trust in this life was Sofia; it only worked when they kept their worlds protected. Shielding each other from the harsh realities of the world, they fled and found their safe haven. Opulence. A place that imbued a sense of wealth in achieving a sense of wholeness and wellbeing. Here is where they could start fresh again. A place where CJ can find herself and be free from the fear of ever having to suffocate under the chaotic waves again.

“what power did he attain when settling in opulence?”

Has a link to her sister Sofia. Due to her sacrificial efforts, the two are bonded and able to emotionally and mentally connect with one another in the deepest of ways.

this character is…retired

[toribookworm22]

Happy WBW! What color is the sky of your world? The water?

Hey, CJ. Thanks for the ask, love!

In all but a few of my stories, I'm pulling from some portion of reality that maintains the same.

HOWEVER, that is not true for my post-apocalyptic story. In it, the sky is always green, with the shades varying from sickly acid green to healthier teals to stormy forest greens. And while the water-- if it existed in oceans still-- would be clear but look blue-- there are only two sources of water now. Either the acid rain that is stained black or green or the few remaining stocks of only muddied water tinted browns.

[cjxricci]

If it hadn't been for her grandmother's list of ingredients with very specific instructions on where to get to get them from, CJ wouldn't have been anywhere near Sprouts. She knew all about the importance of fresh ingredients ( she'd picked up something coming from a family of restauranteurs ) and she rarely begrudged Abuelita anything but today it was something of an inconvenience after coming off the back of a long shift. Patience had never been her forte and it was already wearing thin by the time she joins the queue, eyes on her phone until a familiar voice catches her attention. Her natural urge was to chew him out when the thought of causing a scene had never been enough to deter her from speaking her mind. But if there was was thing that would triumph over her need to make her thoughts known, it was her love for her family.

So her tongue remained caged behind gritted teeth when she felt like that the last thing Haley would want or need was a shouting match at the farmer's market on her behalf. Tucking her phone away, arms cross over her chest as she levels a hard look Darragh's way. For once in her life she weighed her words, trying to decide what she could get away with yet still have some kind of sharpness to them. She smiled at him, tight and not quite reaching her eyes. "No, no you just go right on ahead. Don't let me get in the way of you managing to do something right." There was a lack of bite in her tone, instead it was almost sickly sweet.

OPEN START: @philly-starters LOCATION: sprout's farmers' market, midtown village

While Mac had always been prone to take advantage of his mother's culinary prowess, the older he'd gotten the more inclined he'd become to cooking for himself. And once he'd struck out on his own, this became more and more common place. In the firehouse, he was the chef du jure more often than not, which he'd pretend to be put out by but secretly relished the opportunity to explore new dishes. At home, he was often the one prepping Haley's meals, particularly for her to take on shift with her. They didn't speak much, but he'd not ceased to consider at least this aspect of her needs. He couldn't communicate his love for her, but in a small, consistent action, he liked to think in some way the love was expressed in his cooking, whether or not she wanted to acknowledge that was another thing entirely.

The grocery store was then of course a special treat — a use of rare spare time to explore fresh ingredients and plan for the week of meals ahead. He was feeling ambitious that week, and found himself looking for whatever Gordon Ramsey called 'parma ham' for a beef wellington, but couldn't find anything by that name. So there he stood, deliberating at the deli counter as a worker waited patiently, until Mac realized someone was waiting behind him. "Oh, I'm sorry." He smiled apologetically. "My mind isn't made up, if you want to go ahead." He was too stubborn for google, or to even ask the butcher, so there instead he stood, deliberating in his own mind. "Trying out a new recipe this week, just want to get it right." He added absentmindedly.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Went to bed, fell asleep, dreamt that I was camping with the scouts inside a toy shop, two boys started literally trying to stab each other, so I walked away and pretend-played Freddie Facilier for a while. Let me just quote the narrator’s words about the Smee twins, “CJ’s “I-don’t-have-better-friends-so-I-hang-out-with-these” sickly little friends”, woke up, just a normal night

[cuuno-moved]

Hey..... you know i love him as much as you do

but jack manifold looks like a reincarnated sickly victorian poet. you know this. i know this. and yet we simp for him.

— CJ

my streamer looks like if stale white bread was doused in flat monster energy ❤

[calithal-a2]

starter  for  @janefaery​​​​​​​​.

                        marshmallows    were    weird.        they    got    white    powder    all    over    your    fingers    and    were    SQUISHY    AND    SOFT    and    so    sickly    sweet.        not    to    mention    STICKY.        they’re    kind    of    fun    to    throw    though,    which    she    does    MANY    TIMES    when    jane’s    turned    around    from    the    cart    that    cj’s    sitting    in.        her    favorite    technique    is    to    bite    one    in    half    so    it    gets    sticky,    making    it    OH    SO    FUN    for    her    target.        jane’s    so    responsible,    it’s    rather    ANNOYING.        the    fae    girl    plucking    knives    and    other    sharp    things    out    of    her    hands    as    cj    grabs    them    off    the    shelf,    cj    has    half    the    mind    to    DIG    HER    NAILS    into    jane's    wrist    as    she    does    so.        but,    she    doesn’t.        or,    at    least,    NOT    YET.        she    hadn’t    minded    voicing    her    dislike    for    jane    in    the    past,    the    other    seeming    like    the    POSTER    CHILD    of    everything    auradon    stood    for.        which,    was    everything    cj    hated.        it’s    sort    of    DIFFERENT    NOW,    though.        everything    is    fucked    up,    EVERYONE    IS    FUCKED    UP.        they’re    all    just    doing    the    best    they    can,    now.        cj’s    not    sure    WHO    she’s    supposed    to    hate    anymore.        the    two    of    them    reach    the    section    of    the    store    marked        ‘    check-outs    ’        and    cj    knows    those    words    WELL.        she    gets    ready    to    get    them    both    the    fuck    out    of    dodge,    ready    to    run    with    AS    MUCH    in    her    arms    as    she    could    carry.        she’s    done    this    a    million    times    before,    and    the    pirate    has    NEVER    gotten    caught.        only,    jane    doesn’t    look    like    she’s    doing    the    same.        jane,    instead,    mimics    the    movements    of    EVERYONE    ELSE    in    the    store.        and    when    she’s    done    moving    everything    from    the    cart,    including    the    things    in    cj’s    hands.        cj’s    far    too    CONFUSED    to    move    to    take    them    back,    the    look    on    her    face    showing    it.        the    fae    takes    a    TINY    PLASTIC    CARD    and    pushes    it    in    a    machine,    pushes    a    few    buttons    that    make    a    few    noises.        cj    can’t    help    but    think    that    this    is    a    WEIRD    AS    HELL    way    to    steal    shit.                “        what    the    fuck    are    you    doing?        ”

[bucket-barnes]

What a fool you were

Guess who was feeling Stabby 😀…it was me. I crave violence and have some lingering bisexual rage against Harry Hook- here’s some angst! Hope you like poison!

TW: someone’s gonna die and I do not shy away from trying to make you cry. If you’re unable to handle depictions of sickness and death, feel free to pay this no mind and keep scrolling. If you’re here to let me make you cry, read away.

(Characters: sea three, sorta but not really core four+ben, hook siblings, lost revenge crew)

He was a fool

He was an absolute fucking fool

They were sent on a diplomatic mission in Camelot, King Arthur wasn’t willing to comply with some of king Ben’s new laws regarding the…villains. Uma and her pirates had been sent to deal with the problem, since, no one would dare mess with Uma and with her entire crew to back her up, there was no way this could go wrong…right?

It took ten minutes for the meeting to derail and turn into a battle. King Arthur refused to compromise and Uma wasn’t backing down, after a few pointed comments at the young sea witch, sword were drawn and a fight ensued

Metal clashed with metal, swords and daggers flew across the room, breaking statues and knocking lights off the walls, one pirate’s sword ended lodged in the round table. Uma was preoccupied, fighting two knights at once, it was honestly child’s play for her. The knights were trained to fight with honor and uniform, Uma was trained by pirates, to never let her enemy know her next move, it was almost too easy

And then she heard it…that unmistakable yelp

Uma turned around and saw Harry collapse to the ground, his hand clasped over his abdomen…and a knight, with a now bloodied dagger clutched in his hand

Uma saw red. In a flash, the knight was pinned to a wall and the room went silent, weapons clattered to the ground, and knights tossed up their hands in surrender. The lost revenge crew were gathered in a circle around Harry…he wasn’t getting up

Uma ran to her first mate. He was lying on the ground, his hand shakily covering his wound, his breath was uneven and his forehead was beaded with sweat. Uma moved his hand, and then she saw it…dark purple mixed in with red

No…no, no, no. Not him, anyone but him

Uma’s hands began to tremble, traveling up to Harry’s cheek. She looked up at Gil, who already had tears in his eyes

“…Call Ben” it was supposed to sound like an order, but it came out as more of a desperate plea. She looked at Jonas and didn’t have to say a word, he simply nodded and lifted Harry into his arms.

The next couple days were dark. Ben had called every doctor in Auradon, all coming back with the same answer, that there was nothing they could do, it was a kind of poison no one had ever seen before and nothing they tried was working. Mal begged, pleaded with Hades, her own father, to do something, anything to save her friend…but not even the gods could help…all anyone could do was wait. Wait for the inevitable

Uma never left Harry’s side. She stayed with him on the ship, crew members rotating shifts on guarding the door of the captain’s quarters, if they weren’t guarding the door…they were saying goodbye

Harry had changed a lot in the past few days, both physically and mentally. His skin had become a sickly pale, almost like porcelain, his once piercing blue eyes were now cloudy and distant. He didn’t talk, he really only had the energy to mumble and whisper, even then his words would often be interrupted by coughing or moans in agony. He’d try to put on his same suave exterior, not wanting his loved ones to be sad when he eventually passed, though there was only one time he couldn’t keep it together

…with his family

His father was off getting drunk somewhere, unable to cope with losing his only son, his boy. Harriet and CJ were there. Harriet held his hand and knelt down to kiss his forehead, her own eyes glassy with tears, trying so hard to stay strong and not cry in front of her little brother…she could really only manage one phrase

“I love you” the words coming out as a choking whisper. Harry squeezed her hand as hard as he could, as if to tell her “it’s ok”

It was much harder when it came to CJ. Callista Jane, his baby sister, she really did look younger to him. Her features looking more innocent and child-like as she held her brother close and cried into his shoulder

“Please don’t leave” she cried. Harry let a few of his own tears fall as he whispered “…I’m sorry” he couldn’t make that promise, he knew his time was coming, that no one could do anything about it…all he could do was apologize

Harry’s last day was peaceful. It was just him and Uma in the captain’s quarters, she held his hand while he looked into her eyes and smiled, it was a weak one, but he could still see her and that’s all he needed. Uma didn’t let him talk, she knew it’d be too much energy for him and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, however much time that was

Harry managed to muster enough strength to tuck a piece of Uma’s hair behind her ear, he always loved her hair. Seeing those teal waves always made his day, whenever she asked him, he’d help her braid it, he loved watching it blow in the wind…he’d miss that…he’d miss her

It took some convincing, but Harry got Uma to lay with him, wanting to hold her one last time. She had her head on his chest and his face was buried in her hair, taking in that one last smell of the sea. They laid in silence, coming to terms with the inevitable. Uma took to listening to Harry’s heartbeat. It was uneven and strained, like his body was fighting to keep going. She began to notice a pattern

One, two…three, four. For every two beats, there was a pause, almost like a very slow, ticking time bomb of death, she stayed on his chest for the rest of the day, her tears falling on his skin as the pattern broke…and his heartbeat faded

One, two…three, four

One, two…three…four

One, two…three…

One, two…

One…

…

Numb, that’s what she felt, Uma felt numb. She felt Harry’s hand still wrapped around her arm, it felt cold and empty. She slowly moved his arm and sat up, she stroked his cheek…and she moved a little closer

Maybe, just maybe…

…Maybe the fairytales are right…

Ooooo~ it’s open ended~ you decide how it ends! Is this penance for writing this sappy piece of shit? Yes, do I regret it? We’ll see in the morning! If I made you cry that means I did my job. If you’re wondering “Bucket, where did you get this demented idea?” I couldn’t tell you, but I hope you liked it! Even if I just made you sob