#MADE THAT WITH CLAY ITS SO SMALL CAN U BELIEVE

[ravenoclock]

@labyrinthhofmymind

A continuation of updates abt presque vu. Spoilers included. Italics are quotes from the fic itself. I apologize for not updating for a few days, I’ve been a bit busy.

CHAPTER NINE

Sirius is such a girlboss I swear. Androgynous royalty. Him being saying how they love confusion sm and making people confused like GET IT, LOVE. Also James being so supportive and being like ‘is it comfortable and how does it feel, etc’ is so cute. Love them.

The emmary :( idk what’s going on there but I feel so bad for them.

Oh, Remus, please like my knickers, please don't turn them into a joke, please like everything about me, even the things you don't understand, even the things you don't know, even the things I don't either. This is what I am. Please take me as I am.

GAHHHHH.

Also Remus being like ‘I’ll like u in whatever u wear’ is so wholesome.

MARLENE AND SIRIUS’ FRIENDSHIP. BONDING. OVER. A. MOTORBIKE. THATS SO THEM.

"Pretty sure she knows I'm fucking Dorcas," Marlene says, gaze fixed on the wrench. "She hates it. Can you believe that? I kill people and she looks the other way, but I love a woman and she hates me."

That’s rly fucked up. I hate that Marls has to go through stuff like that. Side note, I’m imagining Marlene with her hair short asf and I just died. MARLS THE WOMAN YOU ARE.

Also Peter…poor boy. Ik he chose to betray them and all that but Sirius saying how Peter used to be rly lively and shit and now he’s just… nothing.

SIRIUS MAKING REMUS BLUSH. HE BLUSHED. I SCREAMED.

Today, Sirius is as much a man as he is a woman, both simultaneously, with no words to describe why it's that way, or what it feels like.

Is it weird to say I’m proud of him? Like, a few chapters before she didn’t even know what she was feeling and now they’re more comfortable with it and they’re fine with it. Idk. I just love it.

To Sirius, control is secrecy.

…speechless.

"You're a vision," Sirius croaks, struck stupid by it, by him. "Do you have any idea how lovely you are?"

WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR. DHAJAJJSJSJSHSNDKELKWKAJ I CANT.

Sirius still thinking Remus deserves better and that he’s not good enough for Remus actually makes me want to die because THEYRE MADE FOR EACH OTHER. MOLDED FROM THE SAME CLAY. CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH. IDC WHAT CORNY SHIT I HAVE TO SAY TO PROVE THAT THEY ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER AND ITS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING AND I LOVE IT.

Someday, he will be silent more often than he is not. Someday, he will be unable to recall his mother's voice. Someday, he will only remember her scream.

FUCK OFF. WHYYYY.

It's unfortunate, really, that so few of them live long past the proof.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

moving on to….CHAPTER TEENNNNN

HARRY MY BABY IS HEREEEEE AND SIRIUS IS LIKE ‘hmm I kinda understand why my parents hated me now’ lmao? I guess? Idk if I’m supposed to laugh?

Sirius would scamper out of her bedroom and rub her eyes with her fists and, half-asleep with a tiny yawn, she would reach out for her mother's hand and offer to walk with her. She would ask, on the few and far between nights where her mother actually let her small hand slip into hers, if she could give Regulus a hug, or tell him hello. And, occasionally, with a long suffering sigh like it was the end of the world, Walburga would hold Sirius' hand for a beat, then let go, then let Sirius do it.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD.

"Merlin, your tears are contagious," Sirius informs Harry with a croaky whisper, not understanding why her eyes are suddenly streaming, why her chest feels like it's caving in.

;-; now I wanna cry. thx.

Harry, apparently, is chaos incarnate.

They love Harry so much they can't shut up about it.

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY FAMILY. ALL LF THEM. LIKE THIS. FOREVER. COMPLAINING ABT HARRYS CHAOS AND BEING EXHAUSTED FROM TAKING CARE OF HIM, LATCHING ON TO EVERY LITTLE THING HE DID BECAUSE THEY DESERVED IT. FAMILY. THEY WERE EACH OTHERS FAMILY AND THEN THEY WERENT. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.

But that doesn't stop Sirius from wanting to hold Harry all the time. That doesn't stop her from begging Lily and James to let her come over so she can watch Harry breathe, which is a bit odd, but it's an impulse she can't resist. That doesn't stop her from wanting to feed Harry, or coo at him, or change his nappies and rock him to sleep and gasp in awe when he accidentally manages to grasp his own foot in his fist and fling his baby sock halfway across the room.

I CANT ENJOY THIS WHEN IK ITS A CANON COMPLIANT FIC.

All that is to say, Peter's awkward with Harry usually, unsure how to handle him, scared to hurt him. It's sweet and endearing, but his caution must read wrong to Harry, because he genuinely seems to throw a fit every time Peter tries to have anything to do with him. Maybe they need to bond. They haven't seemed to do that yet.

Harry knows…

Oh my god oh my god oh my god. SIRIUS WAKING UP REMUS CUZ EMMELINE IS HOLDING IS ARM IS HILARIOUS. REMUS BEING LIKE OH YEAH I LOVE YOY. SIRIUS BEING LIKE OH SHIT. WOLFSTAR MY LOVES.

Even lullabies can be lies sometimes.

So….whos paying for my therapy?

Oh my god. Lily laughing her ass off thinking Dumbledore’s lost his mind and James and Sirius being like ‘umm so who’s gonna tell her?’ And Remus agreeing with Lily but looking at Sirius and realizing she’s not fucking around. Sirius being like ‘it doesn’t fucking matter if you think the prophecy is bullshit, they won’t. they’ll come after your baby whether or not this prophecy is real.’ And Lily being like ‘oh shit you motherfucker now WHY would you say that?’

"She gets it now," James weeps, "and somehow that's worse."

Of course. There’s a saying I can’t quite remember for this kind of situation.

Zar’s metaphor for time and growing up… that’s my 10th life gone y’all.

Remus takes one look at him, and the fight doesn't even exist. They don't say they're sorry, and they don't talk about it anymore, and they simply let it fizzle into nothingness until all that's left is the way they hold each other.

…something tells me that’s kinda toxic. But wolfstar and communication don’t work rly well together. I wish they would just talk :(

It's the brightest part of Sirius' life, to be loved by that kid.

Christ on a Stick. I can’t do this today.

Later, Sirius will think about that tradition he heard about, the one that's almost a superstition, where you're not supposed to do anything strenuous or upsetting on New Years, or else you'll be stuck doing it all year following. It's meant for chores, usually, not for going without your best friend.

Jaw dropped. Tears cried. Screams scrumpt.

I feel a headache incoming so that’s all I’m reading for today. I finished chapter 10!!! Apparently there’s some time for me to prepare for what happens in 1981 so I’m very thankful for that but I don’t think I’ll ever be fully ready :( anywho sorry that it’s a bit shorter this time but yeah! those r my thoughts for chapters 9 & 10 of presque vu. Have a great day :)

[augustgf]

LOOK

[bigbrainblue]

19th birthday

It was late.

you don’t know how late, but late enough that you hadn’t heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath. 

currently you were sat on a beach. alone.

it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago. 

the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked

you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze. 

you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.

the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex. 

you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.

the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.

you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.

one of the thoughts your brain wouldn’t let go was about Alex, the boy you’ve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.

you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy. 

but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.

Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.

you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.

at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos. 

with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.

through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex. 

speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you

*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*

you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.

just then you heard it.

a familiar voice from behind you, “what’s so funny?”

you looked back startled and confused

‘Alex? what are you doing out here?”

“well y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as that”

“i got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh air”

“ its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?”

“nope” you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke

“too bad!” he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand

you giggled at his humor

neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence. 

and yet, suddenly Alex said something.

“have you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your face”

you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression. 

“i guess. if I did, I didn't notice.”

“how did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeable” he said, putting an emphasis on the very,

you laughed, probably harder than you should have.

he smiled, happy to see you happy

“do you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?”

“no, well, not here at least-” you said gesturing your hands at the ocean 

“plus, there's sand getting in my ass” you added on to your previous sentence

Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.

you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.

he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see, its a great place, I promise you will love it” 

you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“how romantic” you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him

as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.

he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street

you saw the title of the song he was playing, “Falling For U” by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for. 

you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper

“i mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially me”

this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while

it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.

eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas station 

“is this the place?” you questioned 

“nope, just a pit stop.” he said

you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination

 eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.

Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,

you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city. 

you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.

this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.

you blushed, but pushed it off.

you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.

he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.

-

you starred into the sky full of stars above you. 

you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over head 

“what did you wish for, Alex?”

“i cant tell you or else it wont come true”

“well then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?”

“you're so stupid-” he said jokingly as he laughed.

“so, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spot” Alex chuckled at his own joke

“yes but, I have a question first”

Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.

“do you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?”

“yes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbass” you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.

“I think I just did, did I not?” 

it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story

you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in

he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance

“y/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!” he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead. 

you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke

“oh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved you” you faked sobbed onto his chest

“maybe a true loves kiss will help save him” he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing

“ah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!” you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips. 

he sat up with a loud gasp

“I am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!” you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance

“may I kiss you again m’lady? for saving my life of course.” he questioned

“of course, you can kiss me anytime m’lady” you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss

he pulled way first before speaking

“WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME M’LADY?

[yerinyh]

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howdy howdy, gamers 🤠 !! its jules back at it again at krispy kreme, and super excited to introduce miss han yerin, former cult victim, now trying to lay low in the sea side down of yunhwa as a staff member at yunhwa ilbo. she’s currently at a stage in her life where her identity was ripped apart and she’s trying to figure out who she is alone, if that makes sense?? so expect lots of character development from this one!! i’m always down for plots so if you hit that ♡ i’ll message u asap (stan stayc) 

━  ❖ (park chaeyoung “rose”, cisfemale, she/her) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information han yerin! you’re a citizen, correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? you’ve been staying here for five months, right? i’m glad! remind me, are you born on 13/10/1997? we’re so lucky to have someone so forthright around as a staff at yunhwa ilbo even if sometimes you can be antagonistic. hope to see you around house #4013, hwesakgu! 

                                                                                              𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓. / 𝒃𝒊𝒐. / 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.

* disclaimer : while i’m well aware that cults, especially those entangled with religion are a touchy subject, i have done my research and, for the most part, gloss over many details rather than extensively explain the corruption or the cult’s inner mechanics. regardless of this, please proceed to read at your own risk. the only tw contained in the intro is the mention of embezzlement. 

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born and raised in daegu, south korea, she was immediately baptized into her church in her hospital room at only three days old. 

she grew up in a neighborhood consisting of fellow members of the church, it was all she’s ever known. she grew up with the communities kids, calling people auntie and uncle despite not being blood related to them.

she grew up and mirrored her environment, placing her entire identity in the verses they read during sermon and even going so far as to joining their choir. 

when her father was promoted to pastor when she was 20, they sent him and the family to seoul in order to recruit more people into joining.

now less sheltered and able to be exposed to different lifestyles in a bigger city, she slowly began to realize how strange things were and how suspicious her parents were when it came to the church.

seeing her reluctance in being as involved as she once was, her family forced her to join the youth group who would walk around schools to try and convince people their age to join. for a while she was content in her parents approval and saw everything as harmless.

it wasn’t until her father left his office door open and she happened upon banking documents, thousands upon thousands of dollars being “donated” to not only the church but directly to her father’s name. she continued to snoop through his things, reading his emails and finding correspondence about numerous horrible things that goes on within her church’s walls.

she confronted her father about this, to which he admitted to everything and knew what he was doing, but emphasized that it’s god’s will and he was only a messenger. she turned her back on him and her family, and decided to pack up her things and leave. her father let her, not saying anything to his wife until the day after.

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the first place she thought to go to was busan, where her paternal grandparents lived. they weren’t involved in the church and were the only family she knew she could trust. they helped her by giving her a small sum of money to take care of herself but knew that her parents would be looking for her and it wasn’t safe to stay with them. they told her of a little town an hour away, one where they knew a friend of a friend that could get her a job right away. 

she stayed at the inn for a few weeks before meeting kwon inna, the teahouse owner, and was more than grateful when she offered a spare room in her home. 

her initial job was at the fish farm but after an accidental interview with the chief reporter, was given the job of staff at the ilbo on the spot (probably due to the fact that they are severely understaffed but, she appreciates it nonetheless kajdkajsd). she promptly quit her job as a fisherfolk and, after apologizing profusely, said her goodbyes to the smell of tuna.

currently, she's in charge of lifestyle articles: what do single twenty three year old women seek fulfilment from? she often explores busan to find inspiration for her mini articles, and after sitting on the idea for a few months now, made the decision to one day write an article about her personal experience in her "church" 

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surprisingly not as demure as people may initially think!! she’s definitely an extrovert, used to talking up people back in her recruiting days, and was often surrounded in groups of other kids her age, often being the "mom friend" amongst them all.

often thrives in group settings, finds one on ones to be too intimate for her comfort. you would have to be a close friend of hers for her to consistently hang out often with just you two alone. she'd prefer masking her personality to be amicable / likable to other people than struggle to keep the spotlight off her on one on one sessions

so yes she is relatively guarded, understandably so considering everything she's ever known was a lie and the two people she thought she could trust the most are actually horrible people. but you know!

is the overbearingly motherly type. carries band aids and extra water bottles in her tote bags in case of an emergency.

can be kind of gullible?? and curious. but only because she doesn't really know any better. most of her morals are based off an ancient book that she's come to hate so really its as malleable as wet clay right now.

she is very much a libra, air headed, living in her own world, but very set in her ways of justice. she always wants to see both sides of a situation and believes in giving the benefit of the doubt. her old friends would always go to her for advice whenever something went wrong.

despite her good intentions, she can often be judgmental, often comparing people to this idea of a good samaritan and sometimes shames people for their mistakes. its a hard habit she's trying to shake but its a work in progress.

cares too much about what people think of her and will go out of her way to ensure that you think she is a nice person and hates the idea of someone disliking her.

basically a mess and the vine where he goes: I WANT A CHURCH GIRL WHO GOES 2 CHURCH........aND READS THE BIBLEEEE but is now trying to find her identity outside of her faith which she's decided to abandon.

sry this got longer than intended but lmfAO pls plot with me :3c 

[ptersparkers]

angel (chilling adventures of sabrina)

summary: as the only pure mortal in the fright club, there seems to be an influx of interesting things happening in greendale that you are unaware of. a certain prince of hell happens to find that interesting. 

warnings: typos, probably.

a/n: ummm maybe i binge watched caos this past week and maybe i’ve fallen in love. i’ll let you figure that out. also this is my first time writing for caos (and not marvel, lol) so let me know what you think!!’ pls give feedback thank u. 

add yourself to my tasglist! 

ps: this gif is mine so if you use it, please credit!  

When all was said and done, Sabrina and Caliban had come to amicable terms regarding the shared responsibility of ruling Hell.

It didn’t take much convincing for Caliban to relinquish his prior ambition after learning his rule would end within a day, as the Pagans would have defeated him and taken Earth for themselves. Sabrina’s ability to show him the time loop she was once trapped in gave him a reason to quit the fighting and rule Hell on an equal scale, no questions asked.

Plus, he started to like the bleach blonde witch.

You, on the other hand, felt like you had missed out on the most important plot piece of the greatest film of all time.

While Harvey, Theo, and Roz had known about Sabrina’s secret since her sixteenth birthday, you were left in the dust about the shenanigans that went on around Greendale. You were truly the only mortal with no magic or witch ties, but the other four couldn’t say the same. Sabrina was a witch, Theo’s ancestor Dorothea often visited him in time of need, Harvey’s family had a history of witch hunting (which he does not partake), and Roz’s ability to foreshadow the future with a simple touch proved to be more useful than she had originally thought.

You were a mortal. A regular high school student whose biggest problems were studying for four AP classes every day while balancing cheerleading and other extracurriculars.

It wasn’t until recently that the strangeness came to light. What the Fright Club had failed to mention was that Sabrina had continuously hexed you in order to keep you out of harm’s way by leaving a small bag filled with her Aunt Hilda’s concoctions in your bedroom. It worked its magic when you slept, an invisible blanket covering your eyes that made their strange disappearances seem normal.

But it seems like that hex was fading. Sabrina neglected to change it out every other week due to being preoccupied by Caliban’s yearning, the Dark Lord’s agenda, and Lilith’s drama regarding Hell. Now you sat with wonder and couldn’t help but feel left out of a great adventure that your friends embarked on.

A month had passed since Sabrina and Caliban had made amends. You grew to understand the nature of it and the four filled you in on all you had missed with a guilt hanging over their heads. It was hard to hear and understand, but ultimately you couldn’t hate your best friends for wanting to keep you safe.

You knew not to question Sabrina’s whereabouts if you weren’t able to find her because she was most likely taking care of business down below. You still had yet to meet Caliban and the only information you gathered from him was what the gang caught you up on and Sabrina’s grievances whenever she felt annoyed by him.

“You know, this is all a weird concept,” you said. “I mean, I guess I always had my faith and doubt kept me guessing about what’s really out there, and it’s really out there,” you said, stealing a fry from Theo’s plate. The five of you sat in Dr. Cerberus’s diner and decided you weren’t going to do anything that wasn’t normal for teenagers.

“It still creeps me out,” Harvey admitted. “Hell was worse than I could’ve imagined.”

“Caliban’s got things under control and Lilith’s doing just fine being an advisor,” Sabrina said. “I don’t think she’s mad about the ruling situation anymore. Lucifer’s still doing his bidding but I think they’ve reconnected.”

“That’s...good?”

Sabrina chuckled. “Trust me, it’ll take some getting used to.”

“That is an absolute understatement.”

The door to the diner chimed while you fished inside of your purse for a quarter.

“I’m gonna go pick out a song, any requests?”

“You’re the music genius,” said Roz. You smiled and walked towards the front of the diner.

As you approached the machine and put the quarter inside of the slot, a tall man with sand colored hair loomed over you and watched.

“Can I help you?” you asked.

“Not really. Just observing.” You quirked an eyebrow, not recognizing his face despite knowing everyone in the small town.

“You’re not from here, are you?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Is it that obvious?”

“Greendale’s a pretty small town. It’s easy to spot someone who’s not a local,” you replied.

“Well in that case, I’m not from around these parts. Far from, actually.” He looked at your hand and then the juke box. “What song are you choosing?”

You pried your gaze away from him to look back at the machine and put the coin in the slot, choosing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” before looking back at him.

“Satisfied?”

The handsome stranger looked at you and didn’t try to hide the face that he was checking you out by letting his eyes look at your body up and down. Not that you minded.

“Very,” he said with a sail try voice before walking around the corner. “The name’s Caliban.”

“Y/N,” you replied. You raised your eyebrow before walking back to the other four and sat down in your previous seat only for the handsome stranger to approach the table.

“Caliban,” Sabrina greeted. “What a lovely surprise.”

“Nice choice,” Roz commented, hearing the song play throughout the diner.

“That’s Caliban, as in the Caliban?” you asked.

“It’s good to know you lot have been talking about me,” he said, crossing his hands over his chest. “I decided to take a break from, you know, and come see what you love so much about Greendale.”

“She knows about Hell,” said Sabrina.

“Funny how I’ve never seen her there, or anywhere with you four, as a matter of fact,” Caliban replied.

“It’s a long story,” you said, sipping on your chocolate milkshake. “Not an important one, though.”

“Contrary,” he began. “You’re the first purely true mortal I’ve met in Hell or otherwise with no ancestral ties to witches or greater magic. That’s pretty important to me.” You blushed, not knowing what to say or do next.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Harvey asked with a slight attitude. Caliban shifted his focus from you to him, which made your body relax a little bit.

“I didn’t come here for business or to whisk Sabrina away, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m just here to see what makes Greendale so special, though I think I’m starting to see why.” Caliban spared no expense and was not shy about looking in your direction as he spoke his last statement.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sabrina said sternly. “You are not going to get any ideas, are you?”

Caliban chuckled and put his hands up in defense. “Whatever you say, Sabrina.” He began to walk away but not before turning around and winking at you. “See you around.”

Caliban walked out the door and you didn’t bother asking where he was going next.

“Dear Satan, he’s so annoying,” Sabrina said, exasperated. “It’s like he’s made it his personal mission to make my life, well, a living Hell for lack of a better term.”

“At least he’s not hellbent on defeating you anymore,” Theo reasoned. “I think he’s trying to get to know you a little bit better.”

“And he’s doing it by flirting with my best friend?” Sabrina asked. She put her head on your shoulder and and ate a fry from her plate. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not saying you need to stay away from Caliban, but you need to be careful around him. At least until we’ve worked together long enough for me to trust him completely.”

“Loud and clear, Brina,” you said. “I still can’t really wrap my head around this whole thing. I can’t watch horror films about Hell and witches the same ever again.”

The Fright Club laughed.

“It’ll take some getting used to,” Harvey said. “I mean, I was pretty apprehensive at first. Remember when Brina and I broke up and I spent every day at your place after school?” You nodded. “That’s when she told me she was a witch. It was kind of hard to wrap my head around until everything with the Pagans and angels happened.” You nodded, soaking in his words. “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with feeling like you don’t understand. I don’t even understand most of it, if I’m being completely honest.”

“In think that’s enough food for me,” said Roz who pushed her plate to the middle. “Seeing Hell with my own eyes really suppressed my appetite.”

”Oh, shoot,” you said, looking at the clock mounted on the wall. “I have to head home and help my mom. I promised her I’d help clean the kitchen and I’ve got to be home in ten minutes. Can I pay you guys back?”

“Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow?” said Theo.

“Count on it!”

***

You saw Caliban not long after your first encounter with him. The idea of him being the ruler of Hell (alongside Sabrina) was still a hard concept to understand and you weren’t quite sure if you were supposed to bow in his presence or not.

“Unnecessary,” he said when you asked. Caliban sat across from you at the local coffee shop, offering to walk you when you had caught his eye. You harbored a hot latte and he held a blueberry scone in his hand. “I think you mortals like that glory.”

You shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.”

“Hell doesn’t have formalities when it comes to celebration other than referring to each other by one’s title,” he explained. “It’s just easier that way.”

“You make it seem like Hell’s a relaxed place to be.”

He pinched a piece of his scone off at put it in his mouth, smirking at your statement.

“Oh, far from it. As righteous as demons are, we’re not that shallow.”

“It’s kind of hard to believe you’re made out of clay,” you said, taking a sip of your latte.

“Why do you say that?”

“I dunno,” you said. You reached over the table to poke his bicep. “You seem so real. So human.”

Normally, Caliban would’ve been offended by such a comparison. But he smiled.

“I suppose. I don’t question my creation. I accept it and try to live as adventurously as I can.”

“I hope to,” you said. “Getting out of Greendale, I mean. It’s my biggest dream.”

“You’d want to leave this town?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” you replied. “I have nothing going for me here. I’m powerless and there’s no reason for me to stay where I’m not needed.”

To his surprise, Caliban felt his heart jolt at your comment. He was wordless for a moment.

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe somewhere on the west coast. Maybe I’ll still be in New England. College is the perfect opportunity to explore the world and come back home for a few weeks at a time.”

“This is where Lucifer fell, you know,” said Caliban. “The sacred place is hidden deep in the woods where there’s a clearing of rocks and stone. That’s why this place is driven by witches of the Church of Night.”

“I still can’t believe the Devil is walking among us,” you said, shaking your head. “My mom used to force me to go to Sunday school, and I suppose I did have faith. It’s all meta now.”

“Are you still a believer?” he asked.

“I kind of have to be, considering you’re here.”

Caliban smiled.

“Do Heaven and Hell ever interact withe each other?”

“Not exactly,” he began. “We’re on civil relations but don’t want anything to do with each other. They stay up there so long as we stay down here. I’ve never encountered an angel before.”

“You haven’t?”

“They aren’t allowed to come down to Earth unless absolutely necessary,” he explained. “Not really sure why but it’s one of their more important rules.”

“I think I have a headache,” you teased. All of this knowledge about celestial beings truly made your senses adapt to your surroundings in Greendale and you were more than aware of the fact that God was real.

“I should go,” Caliban said, standing up. “I need to escort some souls back to Hell and send some up north.”

“You mean not all souls who are sold to the Devil go to Hell?”

“Sabrina and I negotiated that,” he said. “No more soul-selling. The ones that preexist will be discussed by her and I, and we decide if the punishment is worth the crime. I don’t think someone who sold their soul for a good cause needs to spend all eternity down in Hell. That’s why she comes down there all the time.”

“Huh,” you said at a loss for words.

Caliban smiled. “I’ll see you around, princess.”

***

The next time you see Caliban was with the rest of the Fright Club. He was wearing a linen button down with several buttons popped open, exposing his bare chest with black slacks and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and you swore this was the most human you had ever seen him.

“Ambrose is being a little paranoid and wants me to check out the edge of Greendale for threats,” Sabrina said. “I think he’s just worried about me co-ruling Hell while living on Earth. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“You say that like it’s just another day in Greendale,” you said.

Sabrina shrugged. “I mean, it kind of is.”

“Well, do you need us to do anything?” Roz asked.

“I want you to come with me, if that’s okay. Harvey, Theo, and Y/N, you don’t need to come. I’m sure this is Ambrose being Ambrose.”

“Are you sure, Brina?” Harvey asked.

She waved him off. “It’s fine, really. Roz and I will spend a few hours making sure things are normal and we’ll meet back at my place for dinner? Aunt Hilda’s kind of expecting us.”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Theo said enthusiastically.

Sabrina gave the group one last smile before she took Roz’s hands and teleported out of the room, which left the four of you.

“I can give you a ride, Theo,” Harvey offered before looking at you. “And you too. I don’t mind driving to the other side of town.”

“I can take her home,” Caliban said. Harvey looked at you and Caliban spoke again, noticing his hesitation. “Part of our deal was that I made sure her friends remain unharmed. That includes Y/N.”

Harvey seemed to accepted this answer and grabbed his keys from his pocket before bidding you a goodbye. He and Theo drove off in his truck before you and Caliban left in the opposite direction.

“So, uh, do you want to come in?” you asked, awkwardly standing by the front door after he insisted on walking you in.

“I don’t mind,” he said. You fumbled with the keys before opening the door with a shaky hand and let him inside. It was the first time you were letting a boy into your home (other than Harvey and Theo, but your relationship with them was strictly platonic) and you felt a little more nervous than usual. After figuring out you had liked Caliban more than you originally expected, there was nothing you could do to stop your heart from beating just a little too fast when we he was around. Him being in your house did nothing to help the situation.

As for Caliban, his usual overwhelming desire for a carnal relationship was nowhere to be found when he stepped into your house. He looked at the white walls decorated with family photos and admired the ones with you as a child. Caliban watched as you put the house keys in a glass dish and followed you to your bedroom.

It was odd, Caliban thought, to feel nothing but tranquility. He was almost always hyperaware of his surroundings and wary of demons and souls roaming past him in Hell, but it was just the two of you. Two bodies under one roof.

“My parents won’t be home until later tonight. N-Not that we have to do anything!” you added. “I just mean they’d freak out because they haven’t met you before.”

Caliban chuckled. “I wasn’t planning on making a move, if that’s what you were wondering.”

You didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

“Your room suits you,” he said. Caliban admired the photos on your nightstand and polaroids pinned to a brown board on the wall filled with memories from your past with the Fright Club and other friends and family members. He saw a stack of books beside your bed and a fish tank sitting by the window, your closet doors closed, and decorative pieces that highlighted your personality.

“Thanks,” you said, laying down on your best. “You can sit, you know.”

Caliban took this opportunity to lay next to you. When you felt the bed dip, you averted your eyes to the ceiling.

“What are you thinking about?” Caliban asked after a long pause of silence.

“How fast life changes,” you replied. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, but with all that I know, how can I keep all of this celestial knowledge a secret from my parents? The world is always doubting Heaven and Hell but I know the truth. I don’t know if being purely mortal is helping me out in this situation either.”

“You’re an innocent,” Caliban said, turning his head to look at you. “So pure and clean. Your soul has been untouched by neither light or night and it’s probably the one thing that’s going to save you in the future.”

You turned your head to meet his gaze. “I’m still powerless.”

“Maybe in one way, but not completely. You have no witchcraft magic but you have intelligence and intuition. You know not to meddle with things that aren’t of your concern.”

You were silent.

“What else are you thinking about?”

“How much I like spending time with you,” you confessed. “But it’s hard, you know. You’ll be in Hell most of the time and you’re made of clay, for crying out loud.” Caliban chuckled. “I didn’t really think you’d be around as often as you are.”

Caliban was silent.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” he replied. “I’m always thinking about you. I used to think morality was a disease, but it’s not. It’s a rationale, just like any demonic presence.” Caliban moved closed to you.

“I think about what love is and how I don’t know what it really means.”

“I think love means different things to different people,” you said. “I think it’s mutual respect and loyalty. It’s knowing details about someone, big and small. It’s about being together but knowing you can be independent. Love is hard and it takes time. Love is not instant.”

“You’re pretty wise for an innocent,” he said.

You laughed. “Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic.”

“Maybe not.”

Caliban lifted his body to hover above yours, your chests barely touching as his eyes gazed right over your lips. You dared not to move and Caliban hesitantly leaned down further so that your lips barely brushed against one another, the goosebumps on your skin taking affect. Because you weren’t pulling away, he took it as a silent signal and pressed his chaste lips against your soft ones.

There was no spark. No magic and no fireworks. There was only you and Caliban, and there was no other way you would’ve wanted your first kiss to feel like. Time slowed down as Caliban relaxed by your touch and your hands roamed his neck. The cold outdoor air was replaced by the warmth of Caliban’s body and when he pulled away, he let his thumb stroke your cheek as he cupped the side of your face.

“You are, dare I say, an angel.

“That’s a compliment, considering I know how much you despise them.”

He laughed. “Perhaps I’ll make an exception.”

Caliban leaned down once more to press a tender kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes in bliss, happy to accept the good that came with the craziness of the last month. You looked at his structured jaw and grinned at his loving gaze, letting out a tired laugh.

“Perhaps.”

[heyyyharry]

I get if u cant but can u write a small blurb or something on like having a pamper routine with flatmate harry and he keeps whining. Example - you put a face mask on his face and he starts whining about how its cold or how he wants to leave because there are so many steps to her skin care routine. Maybe its weird but i find thus concept so cute

Oooooh, I ACTUALLY DID THIS WITH MY FLATMATE 😂😂😂

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“I don’t need a face mask. I’m already pretty!” he argued.

“You are, but you can be prettier!” she said and dried his freshly washed face with a soft towel while he pouted like a child, still angry that she’d intentionally forgotten to mention clay mask when he’d agreed to this.

“So you’re saying I’m not pretty enough.”

“Now you’re putting words in my mouth, Harry.” She narrowed her eyes at him and started spreading the clay mask on his T-zone.

“It smells weird...” He scrunched up his nose.

“Agree to disagree.”

“It’s like mud.”

“It’s clay.”

“Same thing.”

Y/N ignored the remark as she asked him to do the same to her. He seemed more enthusiastic to apply the mask onto her face than having it done to him. Well, at least he no longer looked bored or confused or annoyed.

“I think I can get used to it,” he said without opening his mouth too wide, which made her want to laugh but instead she squeezed his leg to contain herself.

“This can only sit on your skin until it’s dried. Then you have to wash it off immediately.”

He froze. His brows furrowed slightly. “Or what?”

“Or it’d dry your skin. You’d get wrinkles.”

The horrified look on his face was priceless even though he was unable to move many facial muscles. “You said this would make me prettier!”

“It would if you don’t leave it on for too long,” she said nonchalantly.

It didn’t take long for her to regret having messed up with his head. Because the next fifteen minutes were Harry constantly asking her if his mask looked dry enough. When she nodded for approval just so he would shut up, he bounced to his feet and ran to wash the thing off as fast as he could. Watching him go, she was on the floor doubling over laughing.

Once she had also washed her face and proceeded to teach him to apply moisturizer, he said, “Never knew skincare would be so tiring. I can’t believe you do this every night.”

“Not everyone is lucky to have a pretty face like yours.”

He seemed more offended than flattered. “Hey, you have a pretty face!”

“Thanks.” She patted his cheek gently, grinning at the compliment. “Now do me.”

“That’s what she said,” he mumbled with a smirk and his face turned serious when he received her scowl. “Sorry.”

Harry was quiet as he massaged the moisturizer into her skin like she’d taught him. Seeing how dedicated he was, she couldn’t help but tease, “I hope we stay together because I don’t want to explain all this again to my next boyfriend.”

A line appeared between his brows as he considered her words. Then, he told her, “Your next boyfriend will disappear before you love him enough to let him massage your face.”

“What will happen to him?” she asked, genuinely amused.

“Nothing you can prove,” he said, then leaned in to kiss her.

[lipstickbisous]

the lion and her sun. (3)

PRODUCT OF LOVE

notes: fuck it, i’m posting it now....we get to meet ellaria!! but just to warn u, aurane is a bit of a bitch to her at first but she warms up. we also get to learn a little bit more about aurane’s love life (lil surprise in there) and a few--VERY FEW--soft moments between her and oberyn. i was watching harry potter while writing this so if some parts sound harry potter-ish..that’s why.

also this is what aurane wears in her walk with oberyn (if u want to see it i’ll still describe it)

it felt weird writing doran as someone who walks (no offense).

and yes i know that my timeline does not add up according to the show but that’s because i’m writing my own timeline cuz i can. (sry for attitude)

basically, we just don’t pay attention to timelines in this fic :)

pairing: oberyn x oc

summary: with her wedding on the way, aurane meets a new friend and visits the water gardens.

word count: 6k

masterlist

aurane’s horse had now been returned to the stables as she stood, feeling particularly small, in front of the great castle. it had been made of clay and marble and concrete, a bright white color completing contrasting the gardens it sat on top of. there were towers in various parts of the land and perhaps it being so disarrayed without symmetry is what made it so interesting. on the edges and hemming of the towers were intricate designs, similar to the ones she admired on her dish. 

the most aurane could say at the moment was that this castle was nothing like the one in casterly rock or in king’s landing. it intimidated her.

behind her as she stood with her head practically facing the sky, oberyn began to chuckle. “shall i walk you to your room?”

aurane had half a mind to refuse and let herself find wherever she would be staying, soon to realize that this place was completely new, and two minutes inside she could’ve easily gotten lost. without saying a word in response, she nodded and bit her tongue, just to make sure that this was still very real.

the walk to her new bedroom was longer than aurane had wanted it to be, especially with the stares of sers and ladies that had been dressed in the finest silks and linens while walking in the gardens. she could’ve sworn she heard whispers but they were so silent that none of the guards or even prince oberyn noticed, but aurane was a lannister, so she rose her head the slightest bit and ignored them while walking by. 

while oberyn led aurane around the halls and rooms of the castle, casually walking past them as if they were not a sight to see, there was a falter in his steps. he stood in a great room with paintings on the ceilings and that smirk on his face. “perhaps i should show you to my brother.”

one single mention of the oldest martell and aurane felt shivers. surely he would be even angrier over the death of their sister and wishes a worser fate for aurane. “prince doran?” she asked, gulping with fear. hopefully, oberyn hadn’t noticed it.

he only nodded and swiftly turned to his left and aurane hesitantly followed. the soldiers behind them continued to march with their wooden spears in hand, which did nothing to ease the anxiety in her bones. aurane hadn’t heard much of prince doran from her family, only rumors of his little brother. but if oberyn had been so intimidating to aurane...what would doran be?

in front of the soon-to-be married couple stood in front of a pair of doors, both decorated with golden patterns on top of the wood. aurane, still dressed in her itchy clothing (only worse in the heat), began to breathe heavily, noticing that her corset was still extremely tight. it was also then that she realized she hadn’t broken a single sweat since their arrival. but now, as they stood in front of what she guessed to be the throne room, she felt a droplet trickling down her temple.

oberyn chuckled. “don’t be so nervous, lion,” and with a single push against what looked to be extremely heavy doors, aurane was met with the sight of the most beautiful room she had seen. inside sat two thrones crafted of wood and more clay. on the back of the throne stood a two tall wooden poles holding up a piece of honey-colored silk. it saddened aurane to think that at one point, there would’ve been three thrones, but in one of them sat a man wearing a robe similar to oberyn’s, with dark brown hair to his chin. “brother!” 

prince doran looked as if he were always somewhat pissed off. his lips naturally curved into a small sneer, and with the way his hands gripped the wood of his throne, aurane felt as if she could sense his anger. “aurane lannister,” he spoke while standing from his throne. “or aurane hill?”

the princess smiled graciously though both dornishmen in the room saw right through it. there were very few times that aurane had been called by her rightful bastard name, but her family had always reassured her that it didn’t change thing. it was something that aurane never understood because why should it change a thing? “i suppose it’s neither now.”

aurane wasn’t precise on how anyone in the throne room would react to her remark in the moment. everything about it had been true--in a week, she would be a martell. prince doran began to chuckle before standing, “she’s witty, i like that,” nodding his head and walking closer. oberyn’s smirk from behind aurane was practically radiating. “not like your family. i can appreciate it.” there wasn’t much to say in response so aurane simply nodded in gratitude for the first semi-compliment of the day. doran noticed her discomfort at the moment and looked to his younger brother. “i think it is time to show the princess where her room is. the journey was long and eventful, i’m sure.”

long? yes. eventful? just the opposite. 

“thank you, my prince,” she curtsied and turned around along with oberyn to exit. in her last moments in the throne room for what she hoped to be a long time, she finally let the paintings and plants and decor on the walls sink into her mind. aurane belived she would enjoy drawing them, even if it was from memory.

and again, aurane was being led through the unrecognizable but yet insanely memorable walls of the hallways. aurane felt a certain prick about oberyn’s attitude--it was almost as if he thought he were better because he knew every single entrance, exit, and hall of the castle. little did aurane know, the prince thought nothing of the sort. 

her fingers absentmindedly traced over the marble walls, skipping over the leaves of tropical plants she had never even seen before in casterly rock or king’s landing. her eyes were dancing in every direction, and oberyn noticed but made no comment or remark. it was just a simple smile as he watched her interest suddenly peak when the walls stopped and the balcony to the west wing of the castle began. there aurane could see the perfect view of the gardens below, the palms swaying in the light breeze that contrasted the heat on aurane’s skin. 

when oberyn’s footsteps stopped, resulting in him standing in front of a smaller pair of doors, but with the same golden design, aurane let out a sigh. much to her dismay (which was a surprise to her as well), her little silent tour of the castle was over.

oberyn gently pushed the door open and allowed aurane to walk inside. it had definitely been bigger than her room in king’s landing, more like the one in casterly rock, but it had been so long ago that she was in her original home that could barely remember it. on the opposite side of the room was a long balcony that stretched from one wall to the other. the curtains were made of fine white linens but aurane was much in need for them--the view was nothing more than the golden-sand beaches and the long stretch of blue oceans.

her bed was also made from wood and marble and when pressing her hand against the sheets, aurane could’ve sworn she had almost melted. she had felt silk before, when the starks visited her family they’d brought along some of the softest furs, but the fabric she’d been gifted with was simply pure. there were two candles, one on both sides of her bed, along with large plants similar to the ones in the hallways.

on the other side of her room three large dressers, each with four drawers, and a two beautiful, large wooden wardrobes painted white. a mirror hung over the dressers and next to the mirror, on a marble hook connected to the concrete walls, held an outfit. it had been two pieces and was already a lot more revealing than anything aurane had ever worn before. her stomach and cleavage were always covered, along with her legs. this outfit showed her waist and hips with a small top in a triangle-cut and a skirt down to her feet. the fabric had already been quiet transparent, even with its coloring as a bright shade of orange. aurane wasn’t sure if the color would look good on her but she hadn’t noticed the fact that her jaw had dropped.

a chuckle arose in the silence. “in the wardrobe are undergarments, along with plenty of other attire. they will be helpful with the weather,” oberyn advised and aurane closed her mouth. her shoes tapped against the polished floor and she opened the wardrobe to reveal just that--eight wraps for around her breasts and eight for her legs. she shut the wardrobe after noticing the other outfits folded on the bottom and thinking of whatever was inside the dressers. “if you worry they don’t fit, we do have tailors here in dorne.”

it was a smart comment, yes, but aurane didn’t completely care about whatever the prince had to say. “they’re fine,” she pursed her lips. aurane now stood at the door, where oberyn had been standing in the frame. 

“i can help you unpack your things,” he offered, motioning to the guards behind him that held aurane’s many bags and belongings. there was a slight curve in his lips and part of aurane wanted to believe it was a kind smile. but in her head, she scoffed. another way to try to seduce her? did he think she was really that dimwitted?

she shook her head and turned to look out the window, staring across the sea. the air was full of the salty smell and inside of the small palm forest that surrounded the beach sang birds so loud aurane could hear them from her room. “no, thank you,” she answered, turning back to the prince, who remained in the doorway. “you already have every girl here on their knees to be fucked by you. you don’t need one more.”

and with that, aurane shut the door and locked it before anyone could push it back open.

―

it had at least been one day, but aurane wasn’t completely positive how much time had passed. she had watched the sun set and the sun rise once so it must’ve been the second day of the week--or, had she seen them twice?

aurane hadn’t left her chambers at all since she’d spoken to prince oberyn. she’d locked the door and no one had even tried to knock or break down the doors. the only time she’d opened them was when the guards had brought her luggage last night. 

now, it was around lunch time and aurane had finished the complimentary dish of nuts and berries and wine. her stomach began to rumble but since she’d awoken that morning, she had ignored it. her corset and dress from king’s landing were displayed out on the floor--for the night, she had sat naked in her chair, not because of the heat, but simply because she could. she still had not donned the dornish clothing that prince oberyn had gifted her with, but, of course, aurane didn’t know that it was an act of his kindness. 

instead of the revealing outfits or her itchy dress, aurane wore the silk robe she’d found in the back of her second wardrobe. it had been colored golden, and until this moment where aurane was playing with the hem, she hadn’t noticed the embroidery on the bottom. a cup of wine sat on the table next to her as she poured herself a third drink of the day, enjoying the scent and feeling of the air. 

then, a knock on her door. 

part of aurane smiled inside. she’d gone almost twenty-four hours without any sort of bother. with one sip of wine, she asked, “yes?” she noticed her voice hadn’t been so hoarse and raspy from not having anyone to converse with, but it wasn’t much of a shock considering there were moments she’d talked to herself or even began to sing. 

“i have your lunch,” the other voice spoke sweetly. perhaps it was the dornish accent or the mention of food or the aroma of the food through the door, but the want to be left alone suddenly faded. 

aurane tied the front of her robe to cover her bare body and set her wine down. she stood up from the chair and felt the cold of the marble floor against her bare feet as she walked to door and quietly unlocked it. 

outside of aurane’s room stood a tall and thin woman with tan skin just like hers. she had short black hair that naturally curled down to her chin and thin soft lips, holding a tray with a single plate of food and a cup of some sort of juice. the woman wore an outfit similar to the one aurane had been gifted with and aurane immediately knew who this was.

she chuckled breathlessly. “you’re that whore he runs around with,” she leaned against the door way. as soon as she said, aurane could see that the woman’s kind smile faltered the slightest bit. aurane shook her head. “i’m sorry.”

the woman’s smile grew again as she nodded. “it’s alright,” she spoke so unaffected by aurane’s hateful words, and the princess couldn’t help but admire it. “but, yes, i am the whore he runs around with.”

aurane winced at her words being spoke back to her and stood away from the door, allowing the woman to walk through. “please,” she looked to floor and shame and sighed. “you don’t look like a servant to me.”

“no?” the woman spoke with such a smile that aurane had only seen on boys. she felt something in her stomach flutter. “too old?”

the sudden accusation caused aurane to laugh nervously. she felt her cheeks heat up as the woman bent over to set the tray of food down on her table near the window. “no,” aurane trembled and closed the door. she walked over to where the woman was standing and looked at what was in the cup. it was a liquid, but not a transparent red like wine. instead, it was opaque and orange. “too pretty.”

aurane sat down and scanned over the food the woman had brought her before noticing that she’d sat down across from the princess. “thank you,” she grinned before pouring herself a cup of wine. the intrusion hadn’t been a problem but it was slightly awkward considering the ways aurane had been raised. 

“i don’t think i’ve gotten your name,” aurane spoke, picking at the grapes placed in a clay bowl. with a fork in her hand, she jabbed at the thin slices of meat and placed one in her mouth. it been seasoned with fresh and ethnic spices that were new to aurane’s taste buds. it was a strange flavor but as soon as she swallowed it down, there wasn’t much to hate about i.t

the woman watched in wonder. “ellaria sand.” she mused and took a sip of wine, her eyes focused on aurane’s lips as the princess devoured another piece of the beef. 

aurane only chuckled. “a bastard,” she whispered to herself, inhaling the small group of vegetables that she had never seen before. “just like me.”

there was a certain flavor about the food that kept drawing aurane to consume more and more of it. in king’s landing, the only seasoning the cooks used in the kitchens down below the castle was salt and pepper and perhaps a bit of garlic from the crop gardens. although aurane had longed to explore the city below, visit the markets, and trade with farmers, her father had denied her any freedom of such.

“pardon me,” ellaria spoke up through her cup of wine and aurane stopped eating for a second. perhaps she had been insanely hungry and this meal was a sort of satisfaction. “you must be some sort of dornish, your grace” the princess furrowed her brows and began to feast again. “no pink person could ever eat that food.”

aurane shook her head and dove her fork down to her plate before noticing it was empty. “and why not?” she chuckled, padding a napkin against her lips. 

the other woman shrugged and imbibed more of her wine. “those,” she pointed to the empty plate, holding only crumbs. “are the strongest spices in all of westeros.” aurane looked down at her dish and chewed on a stray piece of food that had remained in her mouth.

she laughed before reaching for the cup on the tray and bringing it towards her view, swishing around the orange liquid inside. “what is this?” she questioned.

ellaria’s eyes were skeptical at aurane’s wonder with the drink. in king’s landing and casterly rock and almost any other city in the land, the only beverages being marketed were wine and water--the latter usually being disease-ridden or still obtaining bits of salt. “orange juice, your grace.”

before taking a sip, aurane shook her head. “please don’t call me that,” and swallowed down a mouthful of the juice and was surprised when the sugars complimented her taste buds. aurane looked back at the cup with widened eyes. ellaria laughed.

“it’s good, right?” the older woman spoke, finishing her wine and setting her cup on the table.

aurane nodded happily and drank the rest of her juice in one large gulp. “i’ve never had oranges,” the princess mimicked ellaria’s actions and placed the goblet back on the tray, throwing her napkin on top of the plate. she sat back in her chair and let the silence flood into the room. she found that if she was completely still and no wind threatened to blow, she could hear perfectly the waves against the shore and the birds in their trees. with her stomach now satisfied, aurane began to play with her robe again. “you birthed him several children, am i correct?”

there was only a few seconds of silence before ellaria answered. “i did,” she smiled, brown eyes gazing off across the see from aurane’s window. “three bastard daughters.” the younger princess laughed humorlessly, to which ellaria grew confused.

“how am i to marry a man who has already been given three children?” with her last word, her index and middle finger accidentally tore the edge of her robe. aurane gasped and ellaria immediately crouched to her knees on the marble flooring and held the ripped hem of the silk. “i’m sorry.” aurane apologized

ellaria gently shushed the princess and began to slip it off of aurane’s shoulders, but the younger woman’s hands caught hers. “has no one seen you bare before, sweet girl?” aurane didn’t move--yes, a few man had seen her in all of her glory--but yet she remained hesitant as ellaria pulled the robe from her completely, leaving her revealed in the warm air of dorne. “you don’t have to worry. we share the same sights.” she hung the robe on one of the hooks near aurane’s wardrobe and opened its doors to reveal the many outfits and robes and undergarments. ellaria grabbed one of the blush-colored robe and handed it over to the princess. “besides, this material is very delicate.”

with the pink robe in her hands, aurane hesitantly stood from her seat, her entire body on display to whoever could see through her window, but with ellaria standing next to her there was a part of the princess that didn’t care. aurane slipped the soft sleeves onto her skin and tied it so she was covered once again.

before she could take her seat, ellaria spoke. “have you ever been in love?”

aurane didn’t like the question. so sudden and it was completely off topic. in the back of her head, aurane knew the truth but hadn’t paid any attention to it in years and didn’t want to. the simple question that the lovely woman across from aurane had brought up the thought and it hurt inside. “yes.”

interest piqued in ellaria’s head as she took her seat and leaned forward. “who?”

“you’ll laugh.”

she shook her head. “i won’t.”

it had been silent again while aurane contemplated the outcome of her answer, whether she decided to give it or not. it had been a short summer love that didn’t waver in strength. “robb stark,” the mention of such a person made ellaria widen her eyes and she sat back as a sign for aurane to continue. “the starks had come to casterly rock when we invited them for a celebration of their son, bran,” aurane began to play with her robe began but soon caught herself and let her fingers stay by her side. “we were both sixteen. it was the normal age for a girl to be married off into another family, but as a bastard, no one seemed to want me. i say that with no complaint, though,” she noted. “they had stayed for the summer. they weren’t too used to the warm weather and i didn’t mind robb’s company.”

ellaria smiled warmly. “he was your first?” aurane nodded. the older woman once had a summer love when she was younger. a sweet boy who shown her nothing but kindness. but summer loves were not those meant to last--only those to remember. “when did they leave?”

“when the nice weather ended and the days grew shorter,” aurane smiled. she hadn’t seen the prince of winterfell in year and could imagine how different he looked now at the pristine age of twenty-five. “we wrote letters to each other that took unbearably long to send. one day, i’d forgotten to write back. and i hadn’t remembered it for a few months. i tried to write one and i sent a pigeon to winterfell hoping he would receive it. either it got lost on the way or he just hadn’t bothered to respond.”

both eyes met each other, sharing the same smile. it stayed like that for the next hour as familiar memories and daydreams about aurane’s first lover flooded into her head. it was the first time she had gone without a drink after reminiscing her past. aurane could’ve possibly fallen asleep even but if she had, ellaria was kinda and let her rest. but now, aurane was awake and very much content.

the older woman tapped the table and stood from her seat. aurane found that she enjoyed ellaria’s company and furrowed her brows. “i think you should put on one of those,” ellaria pointed to the open wardrobe. “perhaps you’d like a walk in the garden. just to get out of this room.” she held the tray on her forearm and walked to the door, holding it open with her foot before chiming another thought in. “also, i forgot. prince oberyn has eight daughters.”

―

dinner had been served and oberyn had made sure a dish had gotten to aurane’s locked room, just like he had with her lunch. he would’ve taken it to her himself if ellaria hadn’t offered. and when she came back two hours later, dropping off the tray that now held an empty plate and cup, she told him everything.

“robb stark,” ellaria repeated. she rested lazily on oberyn’s bed, pressing a pillow closer to her face. something about that girl wove its way into the woman’s heart and ellaria couldn’t say she wanted to complaining. “she didn’t say anything of anybody else.”

oberyn nodded and sat himself at his desk. he had a numerous amount of crumpled up and discarded papers across the surface. his quill out of its case and ink missing its lid. “and you mentioned the gardens?” he asked, crossing his legs and holding his chin in his hand. 

his lover sighed. “yes, my love,” she disclosed. “now come lay with me. enough poetry.”

in her room, aurane stood insecurely in front of her mirror, watching as any move she made was imitated by her reflection. aurane had been told many times by men that her body had been perfection--it might’ve been from wearing those cursed corsets underneath her dresses--but that late afternoon, as the air grew cooler but remained somewhat insanely hot, aurane was poking and prodding at every part of herself she found as imperfect.

she had to admit that she had found the coloring strange, but it complimented her skin well. a mix of browns and oranges and greens it was, all morphing into a light beige. the material wasn’t as transparent as some of the other dresses and tunics but if it weren’t for the decorative beading her entire breasts would be exposed to anyone who looked. 

on aurane’s neck hung the golden chain, her last memory given to her in casterly rock from such a long time ago. dark brown waves of hair hung to her waist with two braids pulled to the back. her coloring complimented the entire setting of dorne, but still it didn’t feel like home.

when ellaria had mentioned a walk through the gardens it had sounded pleasant to aurane. it didn’t matter which city she was in--king’s landing, casterly rock, highgarden, or here in dorne--there was nothing better in the princess’ mind than walking along dozens of trails covered by different trees and plants and bushes and flowers. 

but now, moving around to face different directions so she could see herself from every angle, aurane was starting to reconsider her choices. 

perhaps leaving my room after a day might be nice. she had thought. there are so many new plants and flowers to draw.

now aurane only saw flaws. and if there were people in the gardens, and they already didn’t want a lannister in their home, she could imagine the type of remarks and comments they would whisper around.

aurane began to undo two of the buttons the front of her tunic before hearing a firm knock on her door. because she already answered the knock before for dinner, she wasn’t expecting anybody.

“it’s unlocked,” she yelled with a shaky voice, leaving the buttons alone and placing her hands at her sides. the tunic hadn’t been itchy like her dress while on the ship but still she poked at her stomach.

the door opened and aurane looked up in the mirror to meet dark brown eyes and a smirk. it hadn’t been necessarily seductive but something about it sent a wave of heat through aurane. “well, my sun,” along with the temperature of the summer air in dorne, the princess’ cheeks felt warmth at the name. “i cannot say you don’t look striking in dornish clothing.”

what a gross comment. aurane first thought, her mind immediately flashing to how much skin she was showing in her outfit, soon to realize that compared other woman in sunspear, aurane was dressed quite reasonable. “thank you, my prince.” she bowed her head.

oberyn tutted from behind and closed to bedroom doors. “lion,” with aurane chewing on the inside of her cheek and it was obvious that she had begun to strip, he could that she was reassessing her decisions. oberyn’s arms gently wrapped around aurane’s waist, and his fingers danced over the loose buttons before slowly popping them back into the other side of the tunic. “don’t use the formalities, just speak normal to me.”

her jaw clenched as his fingertip accidentally touched the inside of her cleavage before unwrapping himself from around her and reaching into his pocket. “what’re you doing?” aurane instantly cautioned, leaning against the dresser. at any moment, the prince of dorne could easily pull out a dagger or some small weapon. he was the red viper after all.

instead, he rose one hand in defense, the other revealing a small vial that contained an amber-colored liquid. he held it out to her as she gently eased away from the dresser. “you rub it on your skin,” he spoke quieter than before and while it soothed aurane it also piqued her concern. oberyn popped open the cork and placed his palm on the open top of the vial, flipping it over so that a tiny a amount remained in his hand. one simple look of an eye for permission and aurane nodded. she looked down to the floor as his fingers reached over to her neck and pressed his palm against her skin, soon rubbing the liquid in. exposed in the air, aurane noticed it’s certain aroma of cirtus and sugar. when she looked back up at the prince, he spoke raspy, “it will keeps the bugs away. it may be sunset but the air remains the same.”

she smiled thinly and muttered, “you don’t have to tell me.”

oberyn chuckled and held his arm out to aurane, hooking it so hand remained at his hip. the princess was hesitant. she knew her only option was to take it, placing her arm inside his, because if she wouldn’t it would only be slightly suspicious but what was this? the prince had no reason to spend even a morsel of time with her so why would he waste a perfect night for a walk in the gardens with a lannister? was it to poison her?

he could lead to somewhere secret and beat you, rape you. she thought as she hesitantly took his arm. they exited her room, shutting the door behind them. it was then that aurane noticed the two guards walking close on their trail. perhaps he’s gotten others to do it for him.

the walk to the gardens was not as long as the walk from the docks and to aurane’s room had been. if anything, sauntering down the hallways again had been peaceful and unnerving. the designs on the walls were the same and the plants stood generously. only this time, aurane felt her heartbeat quicken as oberyn pulled her into an unrecognizable staircase. 

“what’re you doing?” she asked in hush tone.

oberyn didn’t stop their wandering about the stairs despite her whispers. he only smiled until they arrived at a small door that seemed out of place in dorne. its handle was rusted and dirty and the wood seemed to be wasting away over the years. oberyn pushed the door open and the sunlight aurane was blinded with caused her to squint.

the prince smirked and bowed. “the water gardens, my sun.” 

more beautiful than the ones in casterly rock and the ones in king’s landing, that was for sure. hedges and bushes had been cut so perfectly, from every angle to side, and grown in a pattern that of a labyrinth although they only rose to aurane’s hips. in each center of every small maze stood a palm tree almost as tall as the castle. certain bushes were ornamented with pink and orange flowers, others with small little red berries. the scent was nothing like the beach outside of aurane’s window. citrus, like the liquid oberyn had massaged onto her neck, spices like the ones in her lunch, and a breath of fresh air that aurane had never tasted in her former homes. 

it was everything to aurane. this place was now her home? she’d seen the gardens from afar as oberyn had led her to her room the day before but up close, everything seemed to be so ethereal. she could imagine the days she would spend there, sketching in her books to recreate images she could only dream of--but now, there they were, portrayed out in front of her as if they were heaven. 

there was a chuckle snapping aurane in her gaze. she had noticed her eyes had softened, her brows curved, and her lips parted. “something tells me you like it here already,” the prince laughed, and for once, aurane found herself enjoying it. before beginning to walk again, oberyn held his arm out for the princess to wrap herself around again. she only shook her head and strolled down the garden pathways by his side, holding her hands behind her back. “you have a strong manner,” his eyes tried to catch aurane’s but she was intoxicated with the sight of this new world. “all you lannisters seem to have that.”

aurane rose her brows and smiled tightly. “as you said in our first meeting,” her footsteps were quiet against the stone paths. there were other couples roaming about and to any person, the prince and princess could’ve looked like any couple. “i’m not a lannister. i’m a bastard,” she looked to her soon-to-be husband. “my name should’ve been aurane hill. born of secrets and rumors.” deep laughter and sighing was the only response she was given. she furrowed her eyebrows. “you can’t possibly think my father raped my mother?”

the prince shrugged and aurane’s eyes widened. “why would a lannister, especially one such as your father, fall in love with a dornish maiden?” a couple passed by them, looking up and down at aurane. despite her dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin, it was clear she was not local. her posture said so, her expression said so. “i am not saying it is your fault, lion. your father ordered the murder and rape of my sister and her children. i feel as if i can rightfully accuse him of such crime.”

aurane chewed the inside of her cheek and scoffed out a single laugh. how could the prince say such words in such a calm tone? nonchalant he was, but that would be an understatement. “do i look like a product of rape to you?”

a smile and a halt in their stroll. “you look like a product of love to me, lion,” he cocked his head and continued to walk.

it was a compliment, aurane knew that, but he couldn’t possibly mean it? so why was it sending a trembling feeling through her body? inside, her skin was crawling, the contents in her stomach from dinner were shuddering and her legs wanted to collapse in the middle of the garden right there and then.

“come, my sun,” he looked back to her as she stood in the same spot. “my paramour tells me of your relationship with robb stark.”

aurane scoffed and smiled humorlessly. ellaria had been a beautiful woman and regarding aurane’s disrespect she had shown in their first minute together, ellaria had manifested nothing but kindness to the princess. while catching up to the prince, she muttered, “i can’t fucking trust anyone here, can i?”

the prince arched an eyebrow. “and what is that supposed to mean?” such words should’ve given at least some sort of blow but they didn’t seem to bother oberyn.

shit. she thought. he wasn’t supposed to hear that.

“why else would a martell want a lannister?” she questioned the prince, earning herself furrowed eyebrows and slightly shocked expression. she pursed her lips and dragged her fingers against the petals of the flower and the leaves of the bushes before they stopped in their footsteps again. “since my father has committed ‘such crimes’,” she paused. “why would dorne welcome his daughter?”

the prince laughed, but this time, aurane didn’t feel the shiver in the warm heat, or a blush across her cheeks. the tension between them was visible and it seemed that any couple who had been enjoying their evening in the water gardens had suddenly disappeared. “you think we would...” oberyn couldn’t bring himself to say it. his hand reached to aurane and rested and her lower back. “you think we would hurt an innocent girl?”

aurane wanted to cringe in disgust at his contact with her, drawing so close to her backside. her hand met the back of his, her fingers so soft against scarred and calloused skin. oberyn would be lying if he said it hadn’t felt heavenly.

ethereal, even.

but as much as he enjoyed the slight touch she had made, she pushed his hand off of her waist and turned on her heel to return to her room.

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[13-reasons-ideas]

Pls pls can u do a Monty x oc, you’re with your friends & they keep teasing u asking u who’s this guy you’re so in love with and when u tell them it’s Monty their faces fall and they start giving u crap about him so u defended him and told them that u didn’t care what they thought explaining that u won’t justify your relationship with him, you end up choosing Monty over your friends & later when u meet up with him you know you’ve made the right choice💕

I met my friends after school at Rosie’s for milkshakes as per our usual Friday afternoon tradition. I got there first, so I sat at our usual table near the door and pulled out my phone. As I grabbed it, it buzzed and I saw Monty send me a text, have a good time with your friends Liv. Maybe order something different this week. Could be fun for you. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you. Smiling to myself, I quickly responded.

You too. What would you suggest oh master of milkshakes? See you after. Don’t worry, I’ll update you on all goings on in the Clay hole. I love you too.

Maybe try a vanilla milkshake. Oh joy. I’m so looking forward to that….

I had to hold back a laugh at his suggestion. I’m sorry, did you just suggest vanilla? YOU suggested vanilla?

That’s about the only thing I suggest be vanilla, little miss. I felt my face heat and didn’t respond.

“Hey Olive.” Clay greeted as he sat down.

“Hey Clay. Where’s Tony?”

“He had to work. His dad needed him at the shop.”

“Okay, Justin is coming today, right?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the bell above the door dinged and Justin walked in, his letterman once again around his shoulders. I missed that look on him. Jess was tucked under his arm and she smiled brightly.

“Hey guys. Make room.” He said as they sat down. Jess sat across from me as Justin sat beside me.

“Hey Jess.” I greeted her.

“Hey Olivia.” She responded, the smile on her face falling slightly. She still wasn’t fully comfortable with my friendship with Justin. Little does she know, he’s not even on my radar. We chatted a bit before Marie came to take our order. Since we wait for our whole group to arrive before we order our shakes, we settled on an order of fries while we waited.

A while after we got our fries and talked amongst ourselves, the last two of our little group showed up.

“Scooch over Justin, my turn to sit with Livy.” Zach joked, pushing Justin aside. Alex laughed behind him. After some rearranging, we were all seated comfortably in the small, yet somehow accommodating booth. I was sandwiched between Justin and Zach. Marie came over again and took our orders. As usual, Clay and Justin got chocolate, Jess got strawberry, Alex got peanut butter cup, Zach got chocolate strawberry. When it was my turn to order, I took Monty’s advice and ordered vanilla. My friends looked at me like I had sprung another head or something. Marie furrowed her brow at me but wrote it down when I nodded at her. We also ordered another fries to snack on.

“Vanilla? What about your usual chocolate orange?” Alex asked.

“Decided to try something different.” I shrugged.

“Okay Olivia. But if you don’t like it, you still have to drink it.” Justin told me.

“Sure thing Dad.” I teased with a roll of my eyes. The group laughed along with us and my phone buzzed. Deciding to be polite and not check my phone at the table, I ignored it. After we had gotten our milkshakes and fries, we chatted idly for a while until my phone buzzed again. And then again.

“Someone’s popular.” Clay said. I chuckled as I looked at my phone. If someone is texting me that fast in succession, it could be important. I blushed as I saw that it was a couple of random texts from Monty, about something he was watching on tv. Hiding my phone from my friend’s view I typed a quick reply, I’m with my friends. I’ll talk to you in a while. Love you.

When I looked up, my friends were smirking at me. “What?” I asked, “Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah. Red splotches.” Clay said plainly.

I threw a fry at him and he looked affronted. I threw another one and he caught it in his mouth. Changing the subject, I asked him, “so what’s going on in the Clay hole?”

“Ah, you know, Justin has years of annoying brother stuff to catch up on. So that basically.”

“Hey, I only do it because I love you. You know that.”

“Mhmm, I know. That’s why you leave lasagna from three days ago on the counter in our room.”

Justin merely shrugged and stuck his fry in his shake.

“Dude, that’s gross. Also, don’t leave food out. That’s also gross.” I chided.

“It’s delicious Liv. And yes Mom.”

“I’m sure Lainie feels the same way, yes.”

He threw a fry at me and I caught it in my mouth triumphantly. My phone buzzed a few more times and I ignored them. A few minutes later, it buzzed again, and I took a quick peek. Can’t wait till I get you alone and we can discuss exactly why vanilla is only good as an ice cream flavour. One text read. Another read, I’m only half sorry about that. Mostly because you know it’s true. I felt my face heat again before a smile spread across my face as I read another text, But really. I can’t wait to see you soon beautiful. I didn’t answer him and instead, locked my phone again. Looking up, my friends were once again staring at me. I took a long sip of my milkshake in lieu of responding. This isn’t actually all that bad…. “Vanilla shake, more smiling, running off as soon as school is done.” Alex mused.

“She gets more than one drink at Monet’s in the morning too.” Zach muttered.

“Changed our tutoring to lunch. A lot more texts when we are together.” Justin added.

“What’s his name?” Jess asked.

I took another sip before answering, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right. And so if there’s nothing, explain why you don’t pull your hair up as often anymore.” Clay implored. Maybe he’s not as oblivious as we all thought.

“Guys, it’s nothing. My cousin is coming into town and my mom just wanted to make sure everything was in order.”

“Livy. Your mom has never texted you that much. And your cousin doesn’t make you smile. I believe there was a story of the time you cut the heads off of her barbies for pushing you in the mud.”

“She ruined my favourite shirt Zach. She had it coming.”

“I don’t deny she did. But you can’t expect us to believe that there is no one. You’re different. Who is he?”

I paused before pulling my hair back into a low ponytail. There was a small hickey just under my ear. “No… Olivia. No.” Justin muttered when he saw it.

“What?” Clay and Alex asked together.

I took a very long sip of my shake and took a deep breath before responding, “Yes Justin.”

“No. I refuse to believe it.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” Zach asked, not seeing the man’s mark on me.

“I-it’s Monty….” I stuttered quietly. There was a pregnant pause before Jess burst out laughing.

“That… that’s funny. There’s no way he would go for a girl like you.” She said. That’s only slightly rude. I made no sound of defence or any attempt to answer. “Wait. Seriously?” She continued, her eyes darting around the table. I simply gave a small nod. Again, it was quiet while my friends digested the information they were just given. Their faces had all fallen.

“Monty? Honestly Olivia?” Alex stated but I could tell he intended it to be a question.

“Yeah.”

“He’s a dick.” Clay said.

“He’s violent as shit.” Zach added.

“He’s not very smart.” Jess muttered.

“He’s mean Liv. I thought you were smarter than that.” Justin chided.

The group’s list of reasons why he is all wrong for me went on and on until I couldn’t stand to listen to their bullshit anymore. “Okay. I understand you are mad. That is fine. What is not fine, is you sitting here and talking shit about the man that I love.”

“You love him?” Clay asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes. I do. And he loves me.”

Jess huffed out a laugh, “please Olivia. Montgomery wouldn’t know love if it bit him in the ass. He is incapable of feeling it.” That’s it.

“Fuck you.” I said plainly to her. She stared at me her mouth open in shock.

“Olivia!” Justin gasped.

“No Justin. Listen to me. You are all being ridiculous. I know you have this idea of what Montgomery is like. He has a temper, yes. He has shitty coping mechanisms. He uses violence to feel something he can’t express verbally. It’s not healthy and he knows that. We are working on it. And before any of you ask, no. I do not think he would ever hurt me. Oh and since you all seem to think he’s an idiot, he isn’t. He is actually very smart. I don’t deny that he has issues. But don’t act like none of you have issues. Clay, you have this idea where any information that doesn’t fit what you think a person is like, must be wrong. You’re idealistic in a way that is not only reckless but makes you look like a dumbass. Justin, you’re an addict. I know you’re in recovery and it’s hard sometimes, but I also know that you understand the adage of ‘once an addict, always an addict’. Zach, you’re a pushover. You want to please everyone. Unless it doesn’t suit you. Then you are an ass to everyone because you want to keep your butt clean. Don’t act like me dating Monty and not telling you is any different than what you did to Hannah after that summer. Alex, I don’t think I need to explain your issues. And you Jessica, you were fucking Justin while you were dating Alex. And you’re jealous that Justin and I are friends. So, don’t fucking sit here and act like you are any less fucked up than he is. Just because he deals with it in a way you wouldn’t, doesn’t make him a bad person. I don’t need to sit here, and fucking justify my relationship to any of you.”

My friends sat in shock at my outburst. I could feel the blood rushing in my head as I took a breath. “You really feel that way?” Zach asked.

“Yes.” I said bluntly.

“Well in that case,” Alex started.

“Don’t make me choose.” I told them.

“Why not?” Clay demanded.

“Well for one thing, its fucking childish. And for another thing, you won’t like my choice.”

They were silent in response. That’s my answer then. As I grabbed my bag, Zach stood up to let me out of the booth. I took one last look at my friends before putting cash to cover my drink and portion of the fries on the table and turning to walk away. I texted Monty when I got in the car, can you come over please? I need you.

He replied almost immediately, give me ten minutes. I’ll be right there Liv.

I got to my house a few minutes later and got myself a cup of water before going upstairs to reapply my perfume. I caught sight of a few pictures of the group of us on my shelf, the seven of us including Tony at one formal or another, the six of us goofing off in the park, Justin and I after he got back from rehab. Fucking best friends my ass. Before I could stop myself, I gathered the photos in my arms and took them downstairs. Clearing a space in my living room and moving the area rug, I snapped. I threw the pictures one by one to the ground, the glass shattering or cracking and the frames breaking at the impact. When I went to throw another one, my front door opened. I heard Monty’s voice in the distance, “Olivia?” He walked over to me, being careful of the glass littering the hardwood. I felt his arms wrap around me, “hey hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” I felt myself slump into his strong arms as tears filled my eyes. Taking the picture from my hand, he placed it on the couch. He held me tightly and walked me to the couch and pulled me into his lap, “shhhh. It’s okay. Everything is okay. Just breathe, I’m right here.” He soothed.

Once my crying subsided, I was able to find my voice again, “I t-told them about you.”

“Okay.”

“A-and they… they.” I hiccupped. I felt his arms tense around me.

“What did they do Liv?”

“They were horrible. They hate me Monty. They made me choose.”  

“They what?” His anger was evident in his tone.

“They made me choose. It was them or you. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t choose them if that’s how they were going to act like that when I fall in love with someone.”

He kissed the top of my head and held me until I was calm enough to stand. “You go change. I’ll go get the broom and we can clean this up, what do you say?”

“Mkay.” I said, numbly. By the time I had come back down, the pictures were gone, and he was in the process of sweeping up the mess. I went to grab the hand vacuum and cleaned up the microscopic bits the broom missed. Once the living room was back in order, Monty queued up my favourite movie and we cuddled on the couch. Definitely made the right choice. I’ll worry about the fallout on Monday.  

[sacrilegetm]

nick     wilde     i     would     die     for     u          .          now     that     you’ve     read     that     ur     a     furry     apologist     sorry     that’s     jus     law          .          hello     i     am     unfortunately     rosie          (     she/her     )          though     i     will     respond     to     hole     for     sebastian     stan          ,          most     profanities          ,          n     the     general     sound     of     clown     honks          .          am     twenty2     n     yes     i     think     about     the     passage     of     time     every     day     bcos     of     it<3     i     luv     unhinged     women          (     see     :     women     with     blood     smeared     faces     looks     literally     so     natural     )          ,          n     believe     cinema     peaked     at     s2     e8     of     westworld     titled     kiksuya     no     i     will     not     shut     up     about     this          .          don’t     have     a     fancy     graphic     for     these     bcos     she     took     my     photoshop     creativity     in     the     divorce          .          if     u     would     like     to     plot     or     feel     sorry     for     me     then     my     discord     is     𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡#7585     bcos     i     live     n     die     by     furry     rights          !          anyways     the     runts     are     under     here     x

case     file          :          clarke     ,     isaac               my     god          ,          whose     performance     am     i     watching

associations          :          blood     staining     a     once     white     bandage     into     something     ugly     and     polluted     where     it     wraps     around     an     injured     hand          ,          unspeakable     tribulations     endured          .          an     ache     that     makes     a     home     somewhere     in     your     bones     for     something     more          (     just     out     of     reach     and     taunting          ,          teasing     )          yet     the     refusal     to     heal     beyond     flesh     wounds          .          a     stubborn     refusal     to     die          —          facing     the     hellmouth     with     a     smile     and     clever     remarks     coated     in     an     arrogance     learned     from     birth     and     fine     tuned     throughout     the     years          .

1974          ,          canada               what     is     this     space     between     myself     and     myself

synopsis          :          arrogant     boy          ,          born     to     lift     the     weight     of     the     world          .          boyhood     like     clay          :          to     be     made     and     molded     by     hands     that     would     care     little     of     cracks     and     dry     air          .          what     is     known     of     identity     if     perfected     by     another          ?          king     of     an     empire     that     was     condemned     to     fall          ,          citadels     in     smoke     and     a     broken     crown     at     his     feet          .          when     the     end     comes          ,          made     to     watch     as     survivor’s     guilt     digs     its     claws     into     marred     flesh          .          salvation     found     after     months     of     trials     faced     with     no     one     to     convict     but     himself          .          all     that     charisma          ,          all     that     ego          —          where     is     fate’s     reward     in     a     world     that     cares     little     for     either          ?          if     he     spins     the     chamber     enough     times          ,          maybe     he’ll     catch     a     bullet     in     the     end          .

full     name          :          isaac     vernon     clarke

nicknames          :          n/a

birthdate          :          jan     1

hometown          :          canmore          ,          canada

current     location          :          atlanta           ,           usa

languages     spoken          :          english          ,          will     claim     he     knows     basic     french     from     elementary     school     but     can     really     only     count     to     a     hundred     and     ask     if     he     may     use     the     bathroom

distinguishing     features          :          scars     along     his     left     hand     from     getting     it     caught     in     a     bear     trap

positive          :          affable          ,          audacious

negative          :          temerarious          ,          vexatious

fears          :          not     being     able     to     protect     those     he     loves

aspirations          :          isn't     too     sure          ,          just     wishes     to     stay     alive     long     enough     to     see     the     next     day

case     file          :          rambler     ,     virginia               this     skin     is     far     too     soft     for     me

associations          :          a     body     scrubbed     raw     in     the     bath          ,          dead     eyed     stare     at     the     cold     and     broken     porcelain     until     the     water     runs     red     with     blood          .          a     throat     made     raw     from     screaming          —          empty     nothingness     all     that     greets     with     a     familiarity          .          black     anger     burning     inside     like     a     wildfire     made     to     devour     anything     and     untamed     in     its     path          .

1991          ,          usa               maybe     i'm     just     meant     to     bleed

synopsis          :          born     clinging     to     life          ,          heart     too     small     and     breathless     cries          —          resilient          ,          even     when     they     didn’t     know     it          .          striking     fists          ,          vicious     tongues          ,          teeth     bared          ,          veins     of     ruined     ash          .          the     atlas     they     were          ,          shoulders     carrying     demons     from     lives     long     lived          .          one     way     ticket     and     by     fourteen          ,          just     another     teen     runaway     and     painted     in     malice     and     anger     for     a     world     that     long     turned     its     back     on     her          .          when     calamity     rears     its     ugly     head          ,          they     become     acquainted     with     loneliness          ,          making     a     lover     out     of     it     to     indulge     and     caress          .          genesis     begins     in     this     new     world     of     chaos     and     massacre          .          wicked     girl     not     made     to     survive     the     forest          ,          but     become     it          .

full     name          :          virginia     adelaide     rambler

nicknames          :          rams

birthdate          :          december     15

hometown          :          san     carlos     apache     reservation          ,          usa

current     location          :          atlanta           ,           usa

languages     spoken          :          western     apache          ,          english

distinguishing     features          :          heavy     bags     under     the     eyes

positive          :          reticent          ,          idiosyncratic

negative          :          fickle          ,          perfidious

fears          :          becoming     comfortable     in     the     loneliness     that     they     have     built

aspirations          :          finding     some     semblance     of     a     home

case     file          :          javadi     ,     roma               evil     is     unspectacular     and     always     human

associations          :          memories     like     ghosts     that     haunt     you     wherever     you     go          (     a     taunting          ,          like     a     rite          ,          to     be     revered     yet     feared     all     the     same     )          .     wildflowers     grown     where     blood     once     spilled     deep     into     the     earth          /          the     creation     of     beauty          —          of     something     divine     and     grand          —          after     tragedy     that     punctured     so     many          .          the     tar-thick     feeling     of     the     air     as     a     thunderstorm     approaches     and     everywhere     you     look     is     dark     like     an     omen          .

1975          ,          usa               it     shares     our     bed     and     eats     at     our     own     table

synopsis          :          earliest     memories     are     ones     of     cruelty     and     vitriol          .          taking     the     worst     of     it          :          nobody     would     ever     touch     her     sister          ,          cherubic     cheeks     to     be     left     uncoloured     by     bruise     or     laceration          .          when     they     ask     of     tribulations          ,          a     smile     with     niceties     and     explanations          .          one     splintering     crack     in     the     facade     and     its     enough          (     years     of     maintaining          ,          of     grit     teeth     and     fists     clenched          ,          unmade     at     the     chorus     of     bells     )          .          awaiting     trial          /          javadi     parents     found     dead          ,          eldest     daughter     suspect          .          when     hell     descends     on     earth          ,          steel     bars     act     as     protection     for     the     brunt     of     it          .          still          ,          somewhere     her     other     half     is     alone     in     the     world          —          buried     maybe          ,          or     the     empty     shell     of     a     woman     roaming     and     rotting          .

full     name          :          roma     lourdes     javadi

nicknames          :          n/a

birthdate          :          november     9

hometown          :          new     york          ,          usa

current     location          :          ober     gatlinburg           ,           usa

languages     spoken          :          english

distinguishing     features          :          round     doe     eyes     that     suggest     something     sinister     beneath     an     innocent     guise

positive          :          reticent          ,          seraphic

negative          :          irascible          ,          mendacious

fears          :          succumbing     to     an     evil     that     she     has     swallowed     down     her     whole     life

aspirations          :          find     her     sister          ,          no     matter     the     cost

[onestowatch]

Black Artists You Should Listen to Now | #NowWatching

As protests against a government built on systemic racism, police brutality, and the unjust murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and countless black men and women continue to erupt across the world, we have been forced to reevaluate how we can all do better. For us, that constitutes staying true to what we believe in and taking our fight to the streets. 

This past week we have largely not covered any new music, as much of our staff has been out protesting and making their voices heard. And as Friday, a day typically reserved for new music releases and playlisting, rears its head, we wanted to approach our weekly #NowWatching playlist different.

This week’s #NowWatching playlist is not dedicated to seeking out who is trending or what is likely to break in the next odd month or two; it is dedicated to the wealth of innovative black artists. While consisting of only a small fraction of the revolutionary black artists who continue to make strides across a range of genres, we hope that this playlist can reignite a love for an old favorite or help you discover a new one. Because the best way you can help black artists right now is to fight for both their lives and livelihood. 

Follow along on Spotify and Apple Music, and while you’re at it, consider donating to Black Lives Matter.

TRACKLIST:

Childish Gambino - “This Is America”

Gil Scott-Heron - “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"

N.W.A. - “Fuck Tha Police"

Jorja Smith - “Blue Lights”

Jean Dawson - “POWER FREAKS”

UMI - “Remember Me”

Kevin Abstract - “Georgia”

KennyHoopla - “how will i rest in peace if i'm buried by a highway?//”

Noname - “Blaxploitation”

Mustafa - “Stay Alive”

Kenny Mason - “Angelic Hoodrat”

Grip - “No Más!”

Kamasi Washington - “Street Fighter Mas”

Deante' Hitchcock, Miguel, St. Beauty - “Flashbacks”

Jelani Aryeh - “Stella Brown”

JPEGMAFIA - “1539 N. Calvert”

Injury Reserve - “S on Ya Chest”

Little Simz - “might bang, might not”

Loyle Carner - “Loose Ends”

Adot - “Reflection”

BROCKHAMPTON - “SUGAR”

Giveon - “THE BEACH”

Doja Cat - “Say So”

Duckwrth - “Start a Riot”

Choker - “Juno”

Tierra Whack - “Hungry Hippo”

Rico Nasty - “Lightning”

Leikeli47 - “Girl Blunt”

Your Grandparents - “My Only One”

Swavay - “Yaya”

Kevin Holliday - “Every Single Time”

Orion Sun - “Trying”

Arlo Parks - “Black Dog”

Hope Tala - “Lovestained”

Dijon - “rock n roll”

Cautious Clay - “Erase”

Dominic Fike - “Phone Numbers”

Bakar - “Big Dreams”

Baby Keem - “ORANGE SODA”

$NOT - “PRESSURE”

Channel Tres - “Topdown”

binki - “Heybb!”

Kota the Friend - “Long Beach”

Celeste - “I Can See The Change”

Lianne La Havas - “Paper Thin”

Mahalia - “I Wish I Missed My Ex”

Kiana Ledé, Ari Lennox - “Chocolate.” 

Lucky Daye - “Roll Some Mo”

Spencer. - “Hold It Down”

Masego - “Black Love”

Saba - “Photosynthesis”

Dua Saleh - “umbrellar”

Nilufer Yanya - “In Your Head”

rum.gold, Jamila Woods - “Waiting For” 

Earl Sweatshirt - “Chum”

Chiiild - “Back To Life”

Q - “Lavender”

EARTHGANG, JID - “Meditate”

Jordan Ward - “Okok (Hibachi)”

Smino, Bari, Jay2 - “Z4L” 

Brandon - “Weep”

Art Blakey, The Jazz Messengers - “On the Ginza” 

snny - “Somewhere in Brooklyn”

Berhana - “Janet”

Leven Kali - “MADE 4 U”

Ric Wilson - “Chicago Bae”

Elujay - “Starchild”

Caleborate - “4 Willem”

RAY BLK - “Run Run”

RMR - “RASCAL”

GOON DES GARCONS* - “A24”

Kaash Paige - “Love Songs”

Lute, Earthgang, Cam O’bi - “Premonition”

070 Shake - “Guilty Conscience” 

The Last Artful, Dodgr - “Hot”

Summer Walker - “Girls Need Love”

SAINt JHN - “Roses”

DaniLeigh, DaBaby - “Levi High”

Victoria Monét - “Ass Like That”

Samm Henshaw, EARTHGANG - “Church”

Mereba, JID - “Sandstorm”

Kyle Dion - “Brown”

ODIE - “Slowly”

ilyTOMMY - “Tunnel of Love”

Jany Green - “Little”

BLACKSTARKIDS - “SOUNDS LIKE FUN”

bLAck pARty - “Bloom”

Amindi, Kari Faux - “Love Em Leave Em”

Phony Ppl, Megan Thee Stallion - “Fkn Around”

Collard - “Stone”

Sudan Archives - “Nont For Sale”

KAYTRANADA - “CHANCES”

Amber Mark - “Lose My Cool”

Pip Millett - “Heavenly Mother”

Ravyn Lenae, Steve Lacy - “4 Leaf Clover"

Jamila Woods - “Blk Girl Soldier”

Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah - “K.K.P.D.”

TeaMarrr, Raedio - “Temperature”

Childish Major - “For You”

Chloe x Halle - “Do It”

mwami - “rektless”

VanJess, GoldLink - “Through Enough”

Mick Jenkins - “Carefree”

Kendrick Lamar - “Alright”

[mare-sanguis]

Monty x Winston part VI

The 6th reason was actually the first reason.

He was the first person Winston visited before all others.

Winston was waiting at his front door. The first time they met was more or less by accident.

They wanted to meet up for a small talk. And he also wanted to tell and give something to Winston.

He heard a door open up and footsteps approaching him.

"Hello Scott."

"Hello Winston- lets drive somewhere."

He nooded and they got into his car. They were silent for some minutes, it was all a bit awkward.

"So... whats up? Why do you wanted to meet me?"

"I think you know by now that Monty... died... in prison?"

Scott nooded. Every time someone mentioned his death his heart felt a bit heavier.

"Yeah I know. Quiet shocking... I guess...~ And then... Clay and his friends framing him for Bryce death."

"You know about that? How?"

"I cant tell you now. We will soon arrive at our destination."

They went silent.

Some moments later they arrived at Montys favorite hiding spot.

"So this was his hiding spot only I knew about."

They got out of the car and walked towards the brick walls.

Winston shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as they sat down on the ground

"I have to tell you a story."

"Go on. I'll listen.

_________

After they met a second time they made out- Winston was unaware of what was about to follow. Two days with Monty- with someone so fragile like thin glass.

They set outside- it was a rather sunny day, funny though because of the topic they chosed to talk about.

"I'm not the best with friends- in fact the only one I have are two. And I dont know if I even can consider them real friends... but I want them to be my friends."

He sighed.

"Its... fucking hard to admit that all I want are friends. But I keep screwing everything up. Everything."

"No- you dont..."

"Yes I do. You dont know what I'm capable of. You only just saw like 40% of it... "

"... But I see your soft side... dont say something like that."

He looked at Winston and shook his head sighlty.

"... I... can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

".... So I had this one friend. Scott. He was friends with Bryce to but after what he did he decided to end this toxic friendship. And he confronted me why I'm still his friend and cover for him- for a rapist. I know now that this was wrong. He sounded worried. He was the only one who knew about my secret hiding spot until he told Clay and his friends. I'm not mad at him for doing that. It was the right decision. My secret hiding spot was near a bridge. I sometimes slept there for days. This particular day he asked me what happened and whom I'm running from. I told him it was my father and that he was after me with a hammer. The evening I got home and the cops were there. That moment I was in denial who called them but now I'm for sure that it was him. I know he had good intentions... but it all went wrong. My dad was furious at me. He beat the shit out of me, broke my arm. The next day I went to school- Bryce broke our "friendship"... and..."

He started to panic.

"What happened?"

Monty shook his head.

"I can't... I want but... I cant."

_______

"Did u called the cops?"

"Yeah I did. I was worried about him... the way he looked, acted. I've never seen him like that. "

"You realised how that brought him into more danger...?"

"Obviously not at first, but after a second thought I knew it wasnt the best idea."

Scott sighed.

"And do you know what he did ? I mean... why Tyler wanted to shoot up the whole school? Why he was in jail?"

"I know. Clay told me just 4 days ago. The day Monty was arrested. I cant..." he shook his head. "Believe it but its the truth."

"And how do you know that they framed him for Bryce death?"

Scott shoved his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a paper bag.

"Because I have the evidence."

Je slightly met the bag rattling.

Winston looked at him, in shock.

"You... what?"

"The evidence. You know... the tape they placed inside his locker."

"I cant believe that! How'd you got it?"

"Well... I was back at school, just wanted to meet my old friends. Clay, Justin, Alex and all others. But I found out they were busy doing weird stuff, someone told me. They behaved all a bit strange the last days so it drew some attention. This person told me."

He made a short break.

"Well at that point I wasnt interested in meeting them anymore- instead I watched some new guy talking to Justin. I heard what they were talking about. I later found out that it was Monty new close friend. Charlie. Anyway- he headed towards the looker rooms, determined. I was determinded too- wanted to know what was going on without me being involed. Turning my back at this school after all these things wasnt the best idea as it turned out later- should've stayed. Should've helped.

So I watched- hiding obviously- as Charlie put the tape in his locker. As he left I went inside and opened it up, using the sleeves of my sweater to block my fingers to leave prints behind. As it was open, I could see this tape lying around there. So I grabbed it. You surely wonder why I knew they were about do to something really stupid? Well. I heard it all. And I know them damn well."

He looked around, looked kinda paranoid.

"I heard how Clay spoke to Ani, how he said "what if it doesnt work?"... I heard him talking to Zach. I heard how Justin was talking to Jessica, about something he has. I followed them around. Without them noticing me. Kinda funny. Than this new girl spoke to Tyler. And then I followed Charlie to the lockers after hearing Justin and him talk. I was like Sherlock this day." He chuckled. "I'm not stupid to I was able to figure out myself what they were talking about and about to do. I mean... I was fucking mad at Monty for doing this, I still am because I thought maybe someone could've safed him from his monsters. But he wasnt responsible for Bryce death. And I knew I was the only one there right now who wasnt after Monty. Who just want justice. Thats why I grabbed the tape and rushed out. Pretty stupid if you ask me because now I'm in this with you all. Remember that day we met at the police station? I was there to inform them about the false accusations. I mean... the tape doesnt have Montys fingerprints on them- only Jessicas, or Alex's. But not his. I'm working with the police right now, thats why I'm also aware of Montys death... but I'm not working with Deputy Standall. Hes not trustworthy because hes covering up for his his son. How do I know who killed him? Clay told me through some criptic messages. Evidence. Guess he thinks I wont do anything with that. Guess his little "what if it doesnt work?" turned out true.

I'm going to hand the last pieces of evidence in to the police tomorrow. But befor that I have to give you something."

He pulled out an white envelope and handed it Winston.

"You know back in the good days Monty and me liked to play uno- right here. It sounds fucking stupid but I enjoyed seeing him laugh a bit. Even if he was just laughing at my bad skills and making fun of me. He always drove me crazy with his skills, and he always had this luck with the uno reverse cards." He smiled.

"But I never realised that he saw me as one - as his best friend. If you take a look in this envelope you can see a uno reverse card... give it to the person you think deserves it the most."

Winston just folded it and stuffed it inside his pocket.

"Out of all people Monty was involved with you're the only person I enjoy having as company Scott.."

"Meeting you at the police station and then getting to know you better through some chats we had certainly changed my few on Monty and his behavior. Though I always had a feeling he was in the closet. Thats why I wasnt even remotely surprised when you showed me the evidence where he was that night. We should work together- how about we go to the police together like I said... tomorrow?"

"Sounds good- I'll let you know."

[mycarlos2019]

The Doris McCarthy Trail

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One of Toronto’s features that the city’s boosters like to promote is ravines. Toronto has many ravines and people often say that, in order to feel like you have left the city behind, all you need do is go down into one. It’s kind of true, but, with a few notable exceptions, you never really feel that you are completely out of the city. You feel that you are in a small, natural setting outside of which is an urban Gargantua. One notable exception, and it’s one that I only recently discovered, is the Doris McCarthy Trail.

Doris McCarthy was a Canadian artist who lived nearby, in a large house on top of the Scarborough bluffs called Fool’s Paradise. There is also a piece of artwork called Passages at the end of the trail which was commissioned by The Friends of Doris McCarthy. Apparently, she also donated two hectares of the ravine to the Toronto and Region Conservation Authority, so it seems appropriate that they named the trail after her. To get to the trail head, take the 102 Bus from Warden Station and get off at Kingston Road and Bellamy, in front of the Pioneer gas station. They sell soft drinks and snacks inside so if you haven’t brought any refreshments, you can stock up there. A large bottle of water is the minimum I’d suggest having with you. If it’s a warm day you’re going to be guzzling it like crazy on the way back up the trail. There really isn’t any obvious place to park, so, in this case, public transit really is the better way. Simply walk from the gas station down Ravine Drive for about two hundred feet and you will see the entrance to the trail.

I guess I should mention that riding a mountain bike down the trail seems to be acceptable to the powers that be because there are signs advising cyclists to walk down the steeper sections.

The problem with that is getting back up. Even in your lowest granny gear, it’s going to be a tough slog and you’re pretty much eliminating your chances of seeing any foxes or other wildlife. Once past the barricade, you will find that the path immediately plunges downward and you are, seemingly, enveloped in nature.

Bellamy Ravine Creek or brook burbles to your right over what is obviously a series of man-made cascades, installed, presumably, to keep the newly upgraded trail from being washed away by spring run-off. I believe the trail had to be closed recently due to just such an event. So okay, it’s not 100% natural, but it’s close enough. You’re completely enveloped in a deciduous forest and there is nothing to remind you that the houses on Bellehaven Crescent are only a few hundred feet away, even though they are.

You might find it interesting to reflect upon the fact that you are following a path used by natives as long ago as 8,000 B.C. This is known, apparently, because some arrowheads dating to that period were found in the ravine. Corroboratory evidence of there being large numbers of natives in the area, prior to the arrival of European settlers, is the Tabor Hill Ossuary just 4.5 kilometeres to the north. Dating to the 1400s it is estimated to contain the remains of 472 Wendat natives. Two kilometres to the west, on the north shore of Highland Creek, was the village, four hectares large, that these people lived in. Both the ossuary and the village were excavated in 1956 by archaeology students from U of T.

If smuggling and skullduggery are more your cup of tea, then you might choose to imagine all manner of illegal imports from the United States being brought up this path as recently as the 1830s, tea and tobacco being two of the most popular products. It might seem harmlessly romantic, but getting caught could result in hanging, so smugglers would sometimes dump their entire cargo overboard if they thought there was a chance of that happening.

And then there’s the gold. It is said that, during the war of 1812, American soldiers buried some looted gold here in the ravine, and it was never recovered. Highly unlikely, but the story does add to the trail’s allure. Primarily, however, the Doris McCarthy Trail is a nature trail that takes you down through a cleft in the Scarborough Bluffs to the shore of Lake Ontario.

Enjoy the lush forest, the birdsong, the burbling brook and the blue sky overhead if have been so fortunate. About two thirds of the way down you may begin to notice a slightly strange phenomenon. The horizon of Lake Ontario appears to too high in the sky. This is, I think, an optical illusion of sorts caused by the fact that you are still fairly high above the shoreline but still looking straight out at the horizon. Or maybe it’s just me. Have a look and see what you think.

When you reach the bottom of the path, you are presented with a piece of artwork called Passages. Depending on your point of view it either looks like the rib cage of a large fish or the hull of a boat.

Maybe you see something else. In any case, it’s meant to commemorate the life of Doris McCarthy and place that life within the much larger context of the bluffs, which, as the explanatory plaque will tell you, were formed 23,000 years ago.

In fact, if you just look at the layers of clay and silt in the bluffs you can see the history of how they were formed. The top layer is glacial till, a hodge podge mixture of everything the ice sheet has ground up on its way south, but basically clay and small boulders.

It’s easy to tell the difference between this and the layer of sediment below it because the lines in the till are vertical and the lines in the sediment are horizontal. To get a sense of how old the layers of till and sediment at the bottom of the bluffs are, start with the top layer of till. It was deposited here somewhere between 25,000 and 40,000 years ago.

Then realise, as you scan down the cliff face, that each succeeding layer was deposited much earlier. What you can see at the bottom was left there as long ago as 2.5 million years maybe. In between the time the bottom and top layers were deposited, woolly mammoths inhabited the region. The bluffs, in short, are really old and were formed over a long period of time. Their erosion, however, has taken place over a much shorter period, 1.62 feet each year. Scant wonder then that a summer house built on the edge of one of the properties above has almost fallen right off that edge. Ironically enough, it used to belong to a comedian called Billy Van who starred in a TV series called The Hilarious House of Frankenstein. So, if you think the city has destroyed the natural look of the area at the base of the bluffs with its new breakwaters, I would encourage you to spare a thought for the poor homeowners on top of them. How did they know that by building a string of monster homes right next to an eroding cliff they were being perhaps overly optimistic. Seriously though, the breakwaters were obviously needed to slow down the rate of erosion and allow future generations of Torontonians the opportunity to marvel at this geological wonder.

Once you have satisfied your curiosity about Passages, there are two directions you can head, obviously. To the west lies a long service road which will eventually (a little less than a kilometer) bring you to Bluffers Park Beach, where you can lie in the sand and maybe even go for a wade in the water.

To the east, the path stretches out a good long ways along the shore, but just remember, for every kilometre you hike in that direction, you’re going to have to come back to Passages and then hike back up the hill to the bus stop. One particularly interesting thing to see in this direction is only a couple of hundred metres away, however. It’s the remains of the steamship Alexandria, which ran aground here in 1915. All the passengers on board escaped and climbed up Gates Gully to Kingston Road. If you walk to the first rock protrusion of the breakwater, you should be able to see the top of the ship’s smoke stack because the waves break over it.

So that’s pretty much all there is to this outing. A nice walk in nature. Some historical and artistic curiosities. And couple of million years of geology. The day of my visit, there was one more thing to take note of. Turkey vultures, aka buzzards. These birds have an awesome wing span, five-and-a-half to six feet in length, which allows them to ride the updraft at the top of the bluffs. Only occasionally do they need to flap their wings to stay aloft. And what are they looking for while they circle? Dead squirrels. The occasional seagull carcass. Washed up fish and the like. Just anything that’s already dead but not yet in a state of putrefaction. Even a buzzard has to have some standards. The thing about these buzzards, however, is that they could also serve as a nice exclamation mark at the end of some kind of sentence about the brief, transitory nature of all living things, while they circle over a 2.5 million year old cliff face looking for their next meal.

To get back to Kingston Road and the bus back to Warden Station, simply trudge your way back up Gates Gully. Take your time, and rest as often as you need to. If it helps, you can imagine yourself being a smuggler in the early Victorian era with a big payout waiting for you at the top.

[lovebunnie]

Do all the asks coward

1. what does your wallet look like?

-i got it as a present from my uncle for christmas and its really expensive but also so ugly im sorry uncle tom. its like that ‘southern fashion’ bullshit that white MAGA moms wear. but it was better than my old wallet, which looks like this and i got when i was 12:

2. favorite color?

- baby pinnk

3. do you own a pride flag, or more than one?

-heres the thing: my parents basically know im not straight but i havent told them. my brother has thought i was a lesbian since freshman year, i have a small pride pin on my backpack, ive never been on a date, its complicated. but no, i dont have one. maybe one day, hopefully.

4. describe your favorite outfit

-black pants, platform doc martens, hoodie under a jean jacket, one clip on earring, and holding my crushes hand :]

5. when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter, and what’d she do?

-okay so theres this girl in my theatre class who is really cute, and she put her head on my shoulder and shes pagan so she drew a little sigil on my arm that means “safe and homely” so like :)))))))))))))

6. do you use nail polish?

-i do, i mostly do black tho

7. do you keep organized?

-absolutely. i have things online filed accordingly, i pick out my outfits the day before, my binders are neat, i learned how to army fold my shirts, i keep my shit CLEAN

8. ever take naps?

-only accidentally. ill be laying in bed watching youtube and next thing you know my autoplay has me watching a markiplier video even tho i dont like him and its 4 hours later

9. who was your first crush?

-idk if this is a real person or not so ill do both. my first fake person crush was either troy from high school musical or frankie stein from monster high. and my first real crush was on a boy named dominic in elementary school. i told him i liked him at the end of 5th grade because i thought i was switching schools but then i didnt and we never spoke again.

10. what are your crush tendencies? fall hard or often?

-both both both. i am the worst with crushes. i have crushes all the time because im romantic and a fucking fool. i have 3 crushes off the top of my head rn and i like them all for different reasons. thats not to say that i want to date them, but its that i like them a lot and i kinda wanna kiss their cheek or hold their hand idk

11. describe your ideal day

-play overwatch with my best friend (u gonble >:) ) then hang out with my cat, go get a smoothie, buy some cool shoes or something, take a shower and be asleep by 9 :,)

12. describe your ideal date

-i have stated that build a bear is an amazing first date and im NOT BACKING DOWN. ITS CUTE AS FUCK AND ILL ACCEPT NOTHING LESS!!

13. whats your favorite food?

-either sushi or strawberries :3c

14. who do you feel most comfortable around?

-my theatre class, people from camp, and gobble

15. what is your favorite compliment to receive?

-i dont have a favorite, any and all are going to make my face go red so i have to cover it and maybe make me cry

16. did you/do you like highschool?

-the first 3 years fucking sucked but senior year has been amazing so far. mostly because i just kinda stopped giving a fuck but its amazing

17. favorite animal?

-i think its cats now. i really like cats

18. do you like your name?

-eh, its okay. its pretty but also it seems like there are 60 million fucking people named grace and its so annoying. i wish it was something more unique idk

19. what kind of weather is your favorite?

-a light rain. no swinging trees or thunder, just lots of rain. its nice to stay inside and feel secure

20. do you believe in horoscopes?

-absolutely not. but theyre fun if you like them

21. tell us about your music taste

-its horrific. to sum it up, my two favorite musicians are the gorillaz and frank sinatra. take from that what you will

22. have you had your first kiss? if so, what was it like?

-i havent had my first kiss yet. gonna be honest, i felt like i was going to, a few times at camp and recently when classes ended. but yeah, nothing yet

23. did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid?

-i went thro cycles of favorites. but one ive had for years is a plush shadow the hedgehog from universal studios i got when i was 6. i used to carry him around, even to a pool once

24. what time do you usually wake up and go to bed?

-if you know me, you know i go to bed ridiculously early. i usually get tried at around 6pm and fall asleep between 7:45 and 8:30. and i always wake up before 6 am. i havent slept past 6 am continuously since the end of junior year. please help me

25. what dream trip would you take with your wife?

-maybe to go explore new york, just the two of us that sounds like fun :]

26. do you have any pets?

-i have 2 dogs and a cat. the family owns the dogs but that cat is mine

27. what pair of underwear is your favorite?

-uhhhhhhhhhhh i have some with rainbows that are cool? i dont have favorites, none of them are cute anyway

28. what makes you smile?

-funny jokes make me smile real hard, and if you compliment me at the right time, i kind of pull my legs up and hide my face? its cute and charming i promise

29. what makes you feel heavy?

-in both the physical and metaphorical sense, eating bread

30. what makes you feel better?

-watching bo burnham always makes me feel better, hes my go to whenever im really depressed

31. how do you show your love?

-i show my love in everything i do. everything i do is for love, i love love so much its sickening

32. when is it time to get a haircut?

-whenever u want to lol?

33. where would you live if you could live anywhere?

-maybe san francisco, its beautiful and i love the city

34. do your friends and family take good care of you?

-as much as i allow them to. sometimes i go days without communicating and i know thats annoying but my friends put up with it (they shouldnt have to, i know) and my family is okay. its cliche to say, but they honestly dont understand what im going thro alot of the times, esp with my anxiety and shit

35. have you always used the labels you use now?

-back in the beginning of highschool, i used they/them pronouns and identified as asexual/aromantic. eventually, it didnt feel right, so i know identify as cis and bisexual and that feels right to me

36. what makes you laugh?

-my friends, when people shit talk gobble and i in overwatch even tho???? we didnt know him?????? and the mcelroys always get me

37. who is your favorite fictional character?

-too many options, see list here

38. who do yo admire?

-my father when hes not threatening to throw my phone into a fucking lake and my friends for putting up with me

39. describe yourself in three words

-i am baby

40. how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 

-usually about 45 min, more or less as each day goes

41. what do you wish you could tell your younger self?

-listen: STOP GIVING A FUCK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. YOU WILL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN, BE YOURSELF. STOP HIDING AND BEING SCARED OF YOURSELF, BE GENUINE!!!!

42. what would you do if you win the lottery?

-get my parents settled, see about other family members, and then distribute the money to charities accordingly, starting with flint and getting them water

43. would you call yourself a romantic?

-yes

44. what is your gayest childhood memory?

-my mom had cosmos magazines

45. do you have tattoos or want any?

-i dont have any tattoos but ive been obsessed with them since the 6th grade. id love to get tattoos, i just dont know what or where and also im afraid of pain

46. whats your worst habit?

-either biting my thumbs, starving myself, or ghosting my friends. prob ghosting my friends

47. what are you proud of?

-i guess coming out of my shell finally? idk, i actually have friends now and it feels amazing tbh. im in 5 group chats now. i havent been in a group chat since 6th grade. :))))))

48. did you know that youre actually a gift to the world, for real?

-hi i love you?

49. whats your favorite memory?

-there are so so many. but what comes to mind first is our dance night at camp where we all stood outside and i finally gave ian my tumblr and we all ran inside to dance to mr. brightside then ran outside again and we requested nightcore and rivers was fucking dancing their hearts out and we all sang along and im going to crying just typing this out

50. do you have a sweet tooth?

-i guess so. too much makes me feel like shit but i do really enjoy smarties

51. what do you like most about yourself?

-this is dumb, but my sense of style. since i got a job ive been wearing shit i actually like and its amazing. ill admit i have cool clothes

52. what makes you fall for a girl?

-besides acknowledging me, probably getting to know me and not like, putting me on a pedestal. idk its weird, ive met a lot of people this year who like to place me so high it feels like i cant make a mistake around them without disappointing them. idk, i want someone to call me out on my bullshit instead of assuring me im okay. i want to know what i do wrong so i can fix it

53. make a recommendation

-for what? uhh okay for music, listen to ‘clay pigeons’ by michael cera (yes i know michael cera) and for television, watch bojack horseman and for movies, watch the docuseries called ‘7 days out’ on netflix

54. have you ever had your heart broken?

-yeah, when i broke up with maddy because we werent ready to date. i cared and continue to care about her and i didnt want to hurt her but i knew its what we both needed. its what i needed, atleast. and i cant be a good girlfriend if i feel like im doing badly. but also ive had friends break my heart and family break my heart. but im okay now, this heart is ready to be broken again

55. when do you feel most yourself?

-def when i was at camp, that place is magical in the way it allows you to be yourself. but also when i talk to gobble because hes my best friend and when im at college, we can talk more and its gonna be dope as shit

56. name a gorgeous celeb

-jake gyllenhaal jake gyllenhaal jake gyllenhaal 

57. what are some of your favorite songs this week?

-fake happy by paramore, im not okay (i promise) by my chemical romance, tomorrow comes today by gorillaz

58. tell us 2 or your biggest hopes and fears

-biggest hopes: i publish a book someday & i get a job doing something i love

-biggest fears: i end up homeless and broke & something horrific happens in college

59. what flavor chapstick/lipbalm is the best?

-raspberry i guess

60. are you okay?

-i answered a lot more honestly then i shouldve for some of these and i start new classes tomorrow so im feeling really anxious so im doing alright i guess.

gobble you test me but i do love you

[whitelightning9999]

Button Kids, Part 4

Previous

He could no longer feel the solidness of the other’s girls mind. Instead it felt like a popped balloon, the gas swirling all around him.

Music slowly drifted to him. Growing louder with each second.

Goggles opened his eyes to muted colors of a city. The music turning into a distorted 80’s sound track, skipping every so often.

The boy took a step back from the unfamiliar environment, feeling the edge of a cliff beneath his bare feet. Behind him stretched an endless chasm filled with black bubbling goo.

“F-Fire?” Goggles shouted. “Whisper?”

No answer.

“Coraline?” He whispered hopelessly.

The Other Mother’s laugh echoed from every direction.

We never saw them again. Fire’s words replaying in his head.

Without thinking he ran into the city, turning randomly to throw off the Beldam. He couldn’t let her catch up to him. He had been a bad boy. He had left the room. He had followed Coraline. He had learned about the sun.

Goggles slammed into the oddly plushie road face first, tears flying off his face. And the boy stayed like that, shaking, not bothering to get up.

“Hellow?” a voice said.

Goggles turned his head to face the darkened alley way. Two pairs of cartoon eyes stared back.

“Hellow?” the voice said again.

He pushed himself up, ready to bolt.

The eyes blinked. “Hellow?”

“He- Hello” Goggles answered, his eyes making out a giant yellow and black star. No, he shook his head. The star was covered in that black goo from the gorge.

The eyes blinked at him.

“Do- Do you know where I am?” Goggles tried, only to get blinks. “Do you know how I can get out? I want to get back to my…“

What are they? We’ve been living in the same room but… Goggles questioned.

The star stared at the boy before slowly speaking. “Mabel”

“Maple?” Goggles repeated.

The star blinked twice, before its color started to darken and it’s body stiffened.

The boy frowned picking himself up. Ahead stood a tower and with no better place the boy started toward it.

Coraline stood up, cracking her back. Next to her Wybie eyed her.

“You- you be careful okay.” Wybie said.

She smiled before punching his arm. “You too. Can’t have you getting caught now can we.”

Coraline squinted, was that blush on Wybie’s cheeks?

Wybie awkwardly laughed. “Yeah don’t want to be eaten by some fake mother. Ha ha.”

Coraline watched him as he walked up to the door. Then a thought struck her. “Wybie wait!”

He stopped.

“I need somethings, can you get them?”

Wybie nodded determinedly. “S-sure what do you need”

Coraline listed a group of items.

“Y-yeah should be pretty easy. I’ll bring them to you to-tonight.” Wybie said before slipping out the door.

She stood there, staring at the door, counting to a hundred, then left the room in the opposite direction.

It took her a while, but she finally made it back to the mirror without being spotted. With any luck, Wybie would be home asleep by now.

Pushing her hand against the liquid surface, she walked through into the chaos.

It took a few U-turns but finally Goggles made it to the white sand beach where the tower stood. He looked around nervously. The beach was devoid of any life or sheltered. It was nothing like the cramped space he had been in for the last number of years. Should he choose to cross the stretch of land he be an easy target.

Maybe too easy. He looked up at the darkening sky. What would Coraline do? He thought looking at the sole light coming from the tower.

Taking a deep breath, he ran.

The tower coming closer and closer to him, as he solely focused on running. He was halfway when the sand exploded, launching him into the air.

He landed on his back.

Groaning he watched a misshaped clay version of a giant boy with a hat emerged from the sand.

Goggles looked back. He was too far to run back to the city.

The giant boy yelled, blowing up sand into the wind. Forcing, Goggles to cover his buttons.

Be like Coraline. Be like Coraline. The boy thought to himself as he clamped his namesake over his buttons.

The monster rose his fist into the air before bringing it down onto the boy.

Goggles jumped out of the way, using the opening to hit the monster with his own giant hand.

The monster howled before swinging its arm. Goggles could only watch as the arm hit him dead in the chest, knocking him a few feet away.

The ground shook as it started to lumber towards the boy.

Goggles, slightly stunned, chose to run. In the background the Other Mother’s laugh rang out once again.

“Mabel?” Goggles skirted to a stop. Ahead of him stood the star.

“No, we have to run! There’s a mon-“ Goggles never got to finish. A hardened lump of clay fell from the sky, crushing the star. Splattering black goo onto the pavement.

Goggles just stood there, stray black drops sticking to his face.

The monster roared in aggravation.

Goggles whipped around. The star hadn’t been a part of this, yet it still paid the ultimate price.

With his own roar, Goggles unleashed a raw wave of psychic power.

Drained the boy looked up. His attack had blown up the sands. The few remaining trees lay uprooted. And the monster was now just a lump of clay. He looked back down with a small smile.

“Embrace your gift huh?” He said out loud remembering Fire.

He froze hearing the thick sound of liquid moving. Ahead of him the lumps of clay had begun to move together.

Goggles stumbled forward. I can’t fight that thing again.

A steadily as he could, the boy limped toward the tower. Ignoring the roars of the misshapen monster and the pounding of the ground as it came closer.

He had just closed the tower door behind him before he felt the monster throw his weight against the wood.

Goggles could only brace against the rotting wood as the monster slammed into it again and again. Praying that the door held up.

“Mabel!” The monster roared, finally giving up.

Goggles breathed in relief, taking in the room. Black goo hung everywhere, leaking from the ceiling and walls. Ahead of him was an elevator with a crooked out of order sign. A glowing light with the words ‘stairs’ pointed left.  

It took the boy a few tries to get his feet under him. On the way up he almost face planted several times. In the end, he had to rest at the top of the stairs, too exhausted to keep walking.

What am I doing? This Maple might not even be here.

“Hello?” the boy yelled out, listening to his voice bounce off the walls.

The laughter of the beldam started again, and the tower started to violently shake.

Tiny pieces of ceiling fell onto his face. Goggles groaned, peeking up at the red tinted ceiling.

With a yelp the boy threw himself out of the way just before a large boulder crushed his spot.

Slowly the tower stopped shaking but his attention was left solely on the boulder.

That could have killed me. He thought darkly.

That would have killed me. He started to chuckle, before full on laughing. He took no notice of the tears dripping down his face.

She leaned against the window, looking out through the dirty glass at the dead gray colored city. Had this been a movie it would be raining now.

She continued to pick at her sweater numbly, slowly looking through every window of every building in the lifeless city.

That’s all it ever was. That was all anything ever was. Numb and lifeless. No happy music. No happy people… No happy family.

All she would ever do was stare.

And deep inside her she knew it was all she was ever good for.

“Mabel” someone said behind her.

She blinked away from the city window. John used to live there with his wife. They had been expecting a baby. She got to feel the baby kick.

“Mabel” They spoke again. “Mabel”

“Go away” Her voice badly cracking from lack of use.

She was met with silence.

Robotically she turned her head. Her long hair falling into her face.

No one.

She turned back to the window, not bothering to push away her hair.

Cruel laughter echoed around the girl. Flinching, she curled up, her memories taking over.

She was at school. The teacher had stepped out and everyone was quietly drawing.

She looked down at her desk, crayons were scattered around a blank piece of paper. She didn’t feel like drawing.

She looked over at ‘him’. He was happily drawing something, humming quietly as he worked. His happiness, his warmth made her almost feel like smiling. Almost.

She sat there, watching ‘him’. Watching how happy he was.

He turned to speak to her before his paper was ripped away.

“Hey!” he screamed at another boy.

“Hey, everyone look what Stupid made”. The bully announced, waving the paper high.

She could see the paper clearly now. ‘He’ had drawn a werewolf dressed in a mailman outfit.

Around her, other students laughed at ‘him’.

“Don’t you know we’re supposed to draw something real, Stupid” The bully said.

“It is real!” ‘He’ replied.

The class laughed harder. Around them, she could make out taunts being thrown at ‘him’.

“It is” ‘He’ insisted. “Ma-Mabel believes in it too.”

The class grew silent. “Is that true?” The bully asked harshly.

In front of her, ‘he’ looked at her with hopeful eyes.

And she wanted to. She wanted to agree with ‘him’. But someone else spoke through her body. A cruel someone.

“Pfbtt, of course not” She said.

The class raged into laughter and taunts, but she paid no notice. No, all her attention was on ‘him’ and his heartbreaking expression.

She blinked.

She was back in the gray city. Back to the numbness.

Her hand picked at her sweater.

She hated it here. But she didn’t deserve to leave.

Mabel looked out the window again. Focusing on a new window. Bone’s lived in that room. He used to try to make her laugh, using his rib cage as a musical instrument.

A roaring caught her attention. The guardian? Mabel thought.

Stiffly she swung around, slowly walking toward the door.

She made it to the hall when the laughter came again, bringing another memory.

She chewed at her lip. She was in her house this time. ‘He’ was storming up the stairs with his school backpack.

She reached out to him. “Will you just talk to me!” her voice screamed.

He kept walking.

“As your older sister I command you to stop!”

‘He’ paused. “That’s just it, Mabel. You’re not my Sister.”

She watched as he disappeared upstairs. Tears running down her face.

Her memory-self moved. Stomping down the hall to their father’s study. Wasting no time throwing the door open. It didn’t matter anyways their parents were never home. It was always just her and her brother.

She sat down at the nearly-new desk and took out a sheet of paper. Carefully, she started to write.

It took her awhile, crossing out words and rewriting everything. Her eyes full of tears the entire time. When she was done she folded the letter in half, sliding out of the chair.

She was ready to leave forever.

But something caught her eye. In the corner, next to a small door, was a doll. A doll that looked like her.

Curiously, she pushed the doll away and opened the new door.

She was back in the hallway. Leaning against the wall. What had she been doing?

She should be back in her room. Back where she can’t hurt anyone.

Mabel started to turn back, but the sound of crying caught her attention.

Numbly she turned around heading toward the sound.

Mabel paused, ahead of her was a boy, younger than her possibly, in his pajamas, red goggles covering his eyes. He was curled up against the wall crying.

Something told her to comfort the boy, but she just stood there, staring like a horrible person.

It was only when the boy wiped his nose with his sleeve did she move.

“Here” Mabel said, holding out a tissue box she had summoned.

The boy flinched before looking at her. Shakily snatching a tissue.

They just stood like that, both of them not saying a thing.

“He- Hello” The boy finally started. Mabel knew he was looking at her buttons.

“Do- do you know where- where we are?”

“Sweater town”

The boy gave her a confused look. “Do- do you know where my friends are?”

Mabel blinked. “Friends?”

“Coraline and Whisper.” The boy said before mumbling, “At least I think they’re my friends.”

“There’s- there’s no one here- uhh”

“Goggles”

“Goggles?” She repeated.

He nodded. “It’s the only name I know.”

“Oh…” She noted that the boy seemed to be recovering.

“Do you know where I can find Maple?”

She blinked, how odd. “Mabel?”

He nodded.

“I’m Mabel” She pointed to herself.

“Mabel?” the boy oddly questioned. “Oh.”

A roar came from downstairs, startling Goggles.

Mabel tiredly walked toward the stairs. Ignoring the boy.

“Wait!” She heard the boy cry, but she continued.

Behind her she heard Goggles start down after her.

Then the laughter started.

She was in the middle of the ceremony. Choosing sparkly pink button eyes instead of that ugly black.

That’s when her brother came in with a bat.

After knocking her mother to the floor, he grabbed her hand. The thread still hanging from her unfinished eye, preventing her from seeing.

“Come on Mabel we have to leave.” He yelled.

She pulled back.

“Mabel, what are you doing come on!”

“I don’t want to leave!” She yelled back.

“What?” Her brother sounded heart broken.

“I don’t want to leave. I like it here.” She had smiled at him.

“Mabel what are you saying? You have to come home… you- you’re my sister”

“But I don’t know you” she had said that. She had said that to the best person in her life.

He looked like he was going to puke. “Mabel, sis, please, please come with me.”

“Ok” she said in response to his hopeless tone.

She awoke to Goggles holding her arm, keeping her from sliding down the stairs.

“A- Are you okay?” Goggles ask from above her.

She was too tired to respond.

Everything was so heavy, so she just sat there.

“Mabel?” Goggles asked.

“Go away”

She heard the boy shift on the step above her.

“Ma- Mabel… I- I’m here be- because…”

“I said go away.” Mabel said harshly.

He released her arm.

“I just want to be alone” she mumbled.

She was met with silence.

She had pushed Goggles away.

She had finally pushed the boy away.

And like always she was alone.

Just like she wanted.

“Cora-“

Mabel jumped.

“Coraline wouldn’t leave… she wouldn’t leave me… and- and I won’t leave you” Goggles voice came from the step above.

“Now- now let’s’ get out of here.” She heard him stand.

She turned, looking through the curtain of her hair.

Goggles had his hand outstretched to her.

“I’m… I’m a terrible person.” She started. She thought of her brother’s back walking up the stairs.

“I’ve- I’ve hurt people” She thought of how her brother looked at her when she broke his heart.

“I- I shouldn’t-“

“Leave?” Goggles finished. He sat down on the stair next to her. “I know how you feel.”

She stared into his goggles.

“We’re- we’re freaks. Freaks that- that no one wants. That’s why Mother took us in, right?”

Mabel curled into her sweater.

“But… but I don’t care. Be- because I have Coraline, and- and maybe Whisper. And Fire has been… well she’s getting better.”

She watched as he put her hand on her shoulder. “And may- maybe you too?”

He suddenly pulled back. “I- I mean if you want to I- I guess.”

It started slow, at first but before long, her tears became a waterfall. She latched onto the boy, trying to suck in enough breath as she wailed.

Throughout it all, Goggles just let it happen. Patting her back, keeping her grounded with his presents.

She eventually cried herself out, just staying there laying against his shoulder.

“Goggles?” She asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can- can you be my brother?”

He shifted and she felt her heart drop.

“Are- are you sure you want a freak like me as a brother?”

“… only if you’d have a monster for a sister”

Goggles started laughing. “It’s a deal then”

Mabel smiled, standing up. Then a thought entered her head.

“Goggles? You- you said you wanted to get out of, here right?”

She watched him nod.

“Mabel. Do you know how?”

She nodded.

“Then- then we can get back to Coraline and the others.” The boy brightened, running down the steps.

“So, what do we do Mabel?”

She opened her mouth to begin speaking, when a roar came outside the tower. Goggles flinched.

“That… we have to defeat…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Goggles hesitated, looking down the stairs.

“He’s- he’s trapping you in here, right?” Goggles asked.  

“Goggles”

He looked back at her, and through the red tinted goggles, she saw a tiny flickering flame burst to life. It almost looked like-

A large boom echoed up the staircase.

“MAYBALL” A distorted yell followed the bang.

The two kids just stared, watching the dust rise from the floor below. It was only when the giant misshaped hand of clay reached upward did Goggles start to run.

“Go!” He yelled grabbing her hand.

The monster yelled, pounding the staircase. Mabel fell down from the shock wave, catching herself on the step.

“Goggles!” She yelled, watching him tumble down the stairs.

The boy, using the momentum of the fall, jumped up. Slamming a giant orange hand onto the clay-version of her brother.

“Mabel! Run!” he yelled.

Then the laughter started, and she fell into her memories.

They had run to the garage after finding the door locked.

Her brother, determined to ‘fix’ her had said they needed to remove her button.

“It’s not even fully in, we just have to take it off.” He said, slightly stuttering.

She had let him. She had let him crack her button. And that’s when the memories came back. She remembered the bully, the fight, the letter, everything from the past week.

When she came she was kneeling in a pool of blood.

“Leave her alone!” Her brother was yelling, standing over her protectively.

“Brother?” She whispered. She had wanted to say his name, but that was still missing.

He flinched, all of his attention on the spider-like women in front of them.

“I mean it!” Her brother cried.

“Oh, but I can’t.” The women said. “Don’t you see your sister already belongs to me.”

He fell silent before speaking. “Take me then.”

“What?”

“Take me instead of Mabel!” He cried.

The spider woman accepted and weakly she watched as the woman sewed buttons into her brother’s eyes. She watched as he flinched every time the woman touched him. She watched as he started to cry.

When it was done the woman turned to her. “Now dear let’s finish you up.”

Numbly, she let the woman go back on her word.

Numbly, she let the woman lead them through the house.

Numbly, she heard the woman says that she was their mother and they were her children.

It was only when they had entered the room did she break out of it.

She had turned to yell at her brother. Telling him that everything was his fault. How she hated him. Because blaming him was better than admitting that this was her fault.

She had told him to go away.

She had run away after that. Taking a one-way trip to sweater town. And never coming out.

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I started writing separate answers but realized I was repeating myself so I hope it’s okay that I combined these to spare my dash! Anyway SORRY THIS IS LATE I wasn’t quite sure how to word it concisely….also thank u for giving me an excuse to scroll up to a great convo I had months ago for reference >_o

re: Luthien’s song passage. It seems to be creating one phenomenon out of dual experiences of how painful it is for these two races to meet one another and bewitch one another and be doomed to different fates? The two closest peoples, like it’s described, on the world among the innumerable stars. And yet Mandos responds to this lament by…uh, enabling the peredhil, who are both, yet choose one fate. The grief and sorrow of this weaving-together isn’t removed – if anything it’s forced into continuing manifestations, yet Luthien transmuted this grief into song and by dint of it made it beautiful, and Mandos acknowledged its enormity, so people in-universe who know that story have a foothold for meaning. As part of the peredhil’s overall fates, they choose which anguish to endure, since they, unlike most elves and men in most eras, can’t avoid the perilousness — as Tolkien put it using this word so many times — of the contact between mortality and immortality, whichever side they view it from.

I guess one of the most interesting things about Tolkien elves for me is how life- and character-altering an influence and bond something as brief as a friendship of years or months with a mortal has had on multiple different elves. It’s pretty weird imo! It’s not like some stories where there are creatures that are very sheltered apart from contact with humans and get super-attached that way, you can’t really apply that particular revelation-factor to those Tolkien elves’ things for mortals. But I guess you can kind of reverse-engineer it from the way elves are a weird wish-fulfillment for humans – to be immortal, yeah, but the wish-fulfillment also extends to wanting to know immortals. I was just reminded of that passage from The Seafarer! Remember me! The most universal of desires that bargain with, rather than deny or rage at, death. If I must go, remember me! Remember my presence! Remember my deeds! Those people and places are gone, yet their presence remains, albeit subjectively and incompletely: “And so it is for each man / the praise of the living, / of those who speak afterwards, / that is the best epitaph.” That imprint they left is expressed in words, but it’s really the kind of shape they carved in the minds and lives of people left behind – which in this setting include immortal lives, of elves who can still speak of them centuries and millennia after. Not so unlike, those archeology discoveries? where we can be reached, one-way, from across the vast abyss of time, by ancestors from 10,000 years ago, via footprints of ancient peoples made in soft clay that hardened into stone. Sometimes a small bit of evidence of someone’s existence, and their imprint on their times, is immortalized. I will never forget you. So the other passage–

–I would say, if Elwing chose to become immortal because of Luthien, she chose to become immortal because Luthien became mortal. Doriath is gone, Luthien is gone, her parents and brothers are gone, but as long as Elwing lives, that tale of Luthien still lives, including her choice to become mortal and leave the world, and all the hope that may lie therein. ‘I’m alive! I survived, I survived everything, even the waters themselves, I risked everything and survived it, and I’m still here, I’m still alive, and I will be here to prove it and to be alive until the end of time, as Luthien could not’ Or something like that. I guess the distinguishing rub of being an elf – even if most elves aren’t super self-aware of it – is that if they wind up in such a situation by choice or chance, then in a world subject to death, or entwined with people fated to death, all that is part of an elf’s life will hold an echo of fleeting things and their very fleetingness forever, because that elf’s life goes on forever.

For Elwing it’s probably not much about humans, outside of her pride in Luthien, just as elves aren’t always the source of these issues for mortals, Bilbo whisked out over the water under a strange moon by the dwarves’ song. It’s just that elves/humans are used as a proxy for the whole arda marred crossed-signals problem a lot – the myriad roads and not enough time to take them all versus the impermanence that will crumble them all beneath their very feet. But as humans are to inherit the world, elves are tied to it – not observing it or performing on it, but being part of it, letting its fluctuation leave its mark on them so it becomes part of their immortality – eternal life is just the prerequisite. Like you know, normal human life, but for keeps. Memory’s cool! Pls listen to me mix my metaphors about it.

With the Luthien and Elwing passages together, as Elwing choosing immortality “because of Luthien” makes no sense as imitation, I like to think the other peredhil’s choices aren’t always only (or at all) about a connection to one heritage over another, or feeling like one race and not the other (like Eärendil), which is a totally legit interpretation that can definitely be supported, but I’m not super interested in it and have a hard time buying it as how the characters think about this stuff, when a mortal/immortal fate is so much more overwhelming a factor. What strikes me more is the element of choosing which role they want to have re: Luthien’s song thing. This is just my two cents so if it’s not you guys’ thing just ignore it, but I really love the concept of choosing one fate being intimately associated with the potential relationship with the alternate fate, not a lack of interest in it. Although with Elwing it’s more about loss in arda marred generally, and comes while poised on the brink of apocalyptic war that she believes might well wipe out all memory of her people, rather than in the aftermath of war’s costly victory, the more human-adjacent role of elves I described above is very much how I interpret the choice for Elrond, and headcanon-predict the choice of Elladan and Elrohir, and perhaps to some extent, Tuor (tho Tuor’s a whole other issue /)_o). There is a folded-in heroism of immortality in such a frame, though I don’t think of it as a mainly dutiful thing for those characters above, but – like and yet unlike Luthien, and Eärendil, and Arwen – done for love, but in the other direction: for who and what they loved and grieved for and most fiercely desired to keep alive in the world in the form of word and deed and memory, by immortalizing it within themselves:

Then Andreth looked under her brows at Finrod: ‘And what, when ye were not singing, would ye say to us?’ she asked.

Finrod laughed. ‘I can only guess,’ he said. ‘Why, wise lady, I think that we should tell you tales of the Past and of Arda that was Before, of the perils and great deeds and the making of the Silmarils! We were the lordly ones then! But ye, ye would then be at home, looking at all things intently, as your own. Ye would be the lordly ones. “The eyes of Elves are always thinking of something else,” ye would say. But ye would know then of what we were reminded: of the days when we first met, and our hands touched in the dark. Beyond the End of the World we shall not change; for in memory is our great talent, as shall be seen ever more clearly as the ages of this Arda pass: a heavy burden to be, I fear; but in the Days of which we now speak a great wealth.’

Anyway….uh….I forgot that 12 year old me was much smarter than current me. You know the LOTR timeline, with character after beloved character inevitably dying, after the end of their awesome happy life, until Legolas and Gimli sail? That was my thought as a kid – the kind of, elves in LOTR are a lot of what gets the weight of backstory and context to materialize for the mortal characters, and hey if we swing around the timeline from backstory to what-happened-after, the fellowship all eventually die, on earth they would eventually be forgotten, but Legolas would never die, and he would never forget them.