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cutecurly-hair · 1 year ago

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 1)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 2234

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"What does this mean?" I stared at the piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand. My mom's eyes held an unmistakable unease as she replied, her voice tinged with worry, "This is our plane ticket to England."

Excitement bubbled up inside me as I glanced at the tickets. "We're going to England for a vacation! I had a feeling this year would be different. Do you think we can visit Paris while we're there? I heard it's just a quick train ride away."

My mom chuckled nervously, her laughter quivering. "That's the thing, honey, this isn't just a vacation; it's permanent."

My brows furrowed as I examined the ticket more closely, finally noticing the bold "ONE WAY" printed in the upper right corner. "What do you mean, one way?" Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"It means we'll be officially moving to England. I applied for a new job there, and I got it," my mom explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She saw the panic in my eyes and hurriedly added, "I understand it's sudden, but I think this will be a great change for us. I've even found a fantastic school with an amazing film program that I know you'll love."

My mind raced. "I don't even know what to say. Why are you telling me this now?" My whole life was here in America, and the idea of packing up and moving to another country was almost too much to bear.

"Honey, I know it's sudden, but they called me today, and they need me to start immediately. That's why we have to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! I don't even have time to pack, let alone say goodbye to my friends. We can't just uproot ourselves from LA and head to England." I looked around our apartment, a cozy haven that had been my home for the past seven years. It felt like things were finally getting back to normal.

I glanced at the ticket again and saw the fine print: Departing from LAX tomorrow at 10:45 am. "I should really start wearing my glasses," I muttered under my breath.

My mom tried to reassure me, "Everything will work out fine. I've hired movers to come during the week and help ship the rest of our stuff. Tonight, all we need to do is pack our personal things and head to the airport first thing in the morning."

I felt like I wanted to argue, but then I saw how tired my mom looked. Her face seemed really worn out, and she had a tired look in her eyes. It made me realize that maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention to how she was feeling lately.

I decided not to bring up my concerns because I didn't want to make things worse. I didn't want to fight with my mom when she already seemed so tired and stressed. So, I chose to keep quiet and let it go for now, even though I still had my worries.

As we stepped off the plane in London, the dark grey skies clouded my vision, and the unfamiliar air filled my lungs. Instantly, I began to miss home. With half of my life packed away in two large suitcases and three duffel bags, this was definitely going to take some getting used to.

"Have your other bags arrived yet?" my mom asked, her eyes darting to the time on her wrist.

"Sorry for making you wait," I replied with a sigh. "When you're packing your whole life into a bag, it tends to take a while." I was far from being in a good mood after only managing to grab a couple of hours of sleep, spending one of them writing an overly dramatic paragraph to my friends about where I'd be for the next few years.

"There's no need to get sassy with me, Y/n," my mom chided. "I'm just worried about the time. I don't want to be late for the shuttle. If we miss this one, the next won't be for another three hours. And I'm sure you don't want to spend that much time at the airport."

Before I could respond, I spotted my color-coded bags moving slowly along the conveyor belt. I collected them and loaded them onto a trolley, then couldn't help but add a mockingly sweet tone, "Now, we can go."

My mom led the way to the shuttle, looking a bit lost in the bustling airport. She approached a stranger for directions, and I listened intently, realizing I needed to get used to the distinct accent. My mom thanked the stranger urgently, and we hurriedly made our way to catch the shuttle, leaving behind the life I'd known in America.

Arriving at our new home in England I couldn't help that there was a mix of excitement and trepidation. I had seen pictures of the place, but it was entirely different to stand in front of it, knowing that it was going to be our home for the foreseeable future. My mom, ever the optimist, had put in tremendous effort to ensure it was the best flat on the block.

As we approached the building, I noticed the quaint charm of the neighborhood. Rows of terraced houses with colorful front doors lined the cobblestone streets. It was a far cry from the sunny, palm tree-lined avenues of Los Angeles that I had called home.

My mom had informed me earlier that her new job had provided relocation money, and she had spent hours researching and visiting potential flats to find one that met all our needs. She was determined to make this transition as smooth as possible for me, especially since I wasn't exactly thrilled about changing schools.

The flat itself was a cozy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a charming Victorian building. It had large windows that let in plenty of natural light, and I could see the spires of an old church in the distance. The living room had plush sofas, and I could just imagine the walls being adorned with artwork from home. She had even managed to find a flat with a small balcony where we could enjoy tea on sunny afternoons.

As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but be impressed by how homely it felt, despite being in a foreign country. My room, though smaller than what I was used to, had a window overlooking the quiet street below. I packed some of my posters and photographs from our life in LA, making it feel like a small piece of home.

As I unpacked my belongings, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of changes that had brought us here. My parents' divorce had been a long and sometimes painful process, but with me finishing up middle school, it seemed like the right time for a fresh start.

In my mom's perspective, this move was a chance for something new and exciting, a way to turn the page on a difficult chapter in our lives. But for me, I felt like I was just along for the ride, caught up in the decisions made by the adults in my life. It wasn't easy to accept that we were starting over in a completely different country.

While I tried to look on the bright side, I couldn't shake the feeling that my mom should have told me about it much sooner. The truth was that I was still deeply hurt and confused.

But as I glanced out the window of our new flat and saw the quaint streets of our new neighborhood, I knew that, in time, I would find my place in this new chapter of our lives. Change might not come overnight, but I was determined to make the most of it and find the silver lining in our fresh start.

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A whole week had passed, and I swear my boredom had reached Olympic levels. Our furniture from LA finally showed up a few days ago, and let me tell you, I became the world champion of room redecorating in record time. But apart from that impressive feat, my life had all the excitement of a cardboard box. School isn't kicking off until Monday, which gives me a gentle nudge that I should probably check out the film program my mom's been raving about.

Feeling all organized and responsible, I sat down and sketched out the route from our place to the school. It's like a 20-minute walk, which I can totally handle once I get the hang of it. But if I'm feeling a bit lazy (which happens, like, all the time), there's a nifty 10-minute bus ride option. Plus, my mom's still knee-deep in paperwork to send our car overseas, so it's official I'm becoming a bus pro.

Then I checked out the school's website, and the film program doesn't look half bad. They've got this YouTube channel packed with short films that are more interesting than binge-watching cat videos. And here's the real kicker they've got a partnership with Netflix! I mean, seriously, how did they manage to pull that off? They're talking about workshops and internships, and I'm just here thinking,

"Who's the magician that got Netflix on board?" That seriously is impressive.

Looking out of the window, I couldn't believe my luck the sun was actually shining for once! After days of nothing but gray skies, it felt like a small miracle. I was starting to understand that sunny days were a rare commodity in this place. So, I thought, why not make the most of it while I could?

I swapped out my usual outfit for a pair of comfy shorts and a cool graphic tee. In a flash, I was out the door, ready to savor every bit of that precious sunshine.

As I continued my stroll through the neighborhood, I stumbled upon a charming park nestled amidst the houses. The sunlit meadow was dotted with people, and what caught my eye was the number of folks out and about with their dogs. It was becoming evident that this was definitely a big dog-loving community, and the park was their social hub.

I watched as playful pups frolicked, tails wagging with unbridled enthusiasm, and their owners chatted amicably, forming a tight-knit community within the community. It felt heartwarming to witness such camaraderie, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

I stumbled upon the perfect photo opportunity, one that would fit perfectly in my collection. I'd forgotten my camera at home, but my trusty phone would have to do. As I aimed to capture the moment, an unexpected collision sent my phone tumbling to the ground.

Before I could get a word out, the other person beat me to the punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, hastily bending down to retrieve both of our phones. It turned out he had dropped his phone as well.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up. "No, no, it's alright. It was my fault for standing right in the middle of the walkway," I replied, cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

He handed back my phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Hopefully, it didn't crack," he said, his own cheeks taking on a shade of pink.

I shook my head, trying to conceal my own embarrassment. "No big deal. You might have done me a favor, actually. It's about time I got a new phone, and this could be the perfect excuse," I quipped, waving my phone playfully. The boy chuckled warmly.

"Thanks for not making me feel awful about it," he admitted, appearing relieved. "I'm Charlie, by the way." He extended his hand, and I shook it with a friendly smile.

I responded, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Charlie." The friendly atmosphere that had enveloped us earlier seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.

Charlie finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with shyness. "Sorry, but I can't help but notice the accent..."

I smiled, realizing his curiosity. "Oh yeah, I'm from America. We just moved here last week, right down the block," I stated, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

Charlie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Right down the block! I live right down that way." I couldn't help but feel my own excitement grow.

"I live where the new flats were built, I think they're called the Avalone Suites or something," I mentioned. Charlie's face instantly lit up with recognition.

"I live right across from you! Everyone around the block has been raving about the new building," he exclaimed,

As Charlie and I walked back to my apartment, he chatted animatedly about the neighborhood, sharing tidbits about the local shops, nearby parks, and the best places to grab a bite. It was clear he was friendly and genuinely excited to have a new neighbor.

During our conversation, we made another delightful discovery – we were both going to the same school. It was a pleasant surprise that eased my earlier concerns about not knowing anyone in this new place.

By the time we reached my apartment building, Charlie had almost talked my ear off, but I didn't mind one bit. With a warm smile, I turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me back, Charlie. I guess I won't be starting school completely alone."

Charlie grinned in response; his eyes filled with genuine friendliness. "Anytime, Y/N. I'm looking forward to seeing you at school."

We added each other on each other's socials before we parted ways.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/727972531449020416/hearts-unleashed-part-2?source=share

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intertexts · 5 months ago

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new haven wards thought dump under the cut....!!!!!!! 💥

william bell / wraith-- breaker, shaker, stranger / his breaker state manifests as a crackling form of white-blue fire; he can control how visible or how much this form manifests; the less visible it is, the harder it is to affect the physical world. *crucially, it thereby evades the manton effect organic/inorganic limitation. [in addition to this, whenever he's in his breaker form, he can manifest, shape, and control energy where the energy's volume/strength is directly relative to the amount of recent death in the near vicinity. the energy manifests as similar ghostly fire.] + post second trigger in deadwood, his ability to shape, maintain, and cloak this energy in illusory appearances is greatly heightened.

dakota damascus / failsafe-- mover, thinker / capable of extremely fast and controlled flight [around 90mph top speed] and movement, with similarly heightened perceptual processing. in addition, he senses whatever future pain that anyone in a several block radius will experience in the next shortly before it happens, and lasting as long as the sensation does. this manifests primarily as a dulled, ambient sensation that can be focused in w/ similarly mirrored pain to pinpoint who and what. this perception cannot be 'turned off.'

virion sol / imprint-- trump / copies abilities by touching another parahuman. the copied abilities maintain the full strength of the original, but he does not similarly gain an awareness of how to familiarly use the ability. for many powers and with experience, this isn't a problem, but there are also many which are not only be difficult to learn and inefficient but also debilitating to himself and/or others [i.e. overwhelming sensory input, difficult to control]. he cannot turn this ability off-- any skin-to-skin contact with another parahuman will result in copying of their powers, with any previous copied abilities he has being erased. he keeps these abilities for as long as he can concentrate on holding them: familiar and frequently-used powers he can often keep for hours at a time, while mentally overwhelming or potent powers slip out of his grasp quickly and leave him with migraines or other symptoms of distress.

ashe winters / auxiliary / muse-- shaker, breaker / pure telekinesis affecting inorganic material with an upper limit several times his body weight. the longer he's actively using his power and the more strain it's under, the more powerful the telekinesis becomes and the less lucid he becomes, with his powers moving more and more on autopilot until he catches on, pulls himself back, is pulled back or knocked out. in certain rare and unfortunate situations, almost always preceded by this death spiral his breaker state involuntarily triggers: in these scenarios, his power narrows down to a smaller radius around him, within which physics and spatial laws of reality melt, bubble, and shift in improbable, dreamlike, and irrational ways.

#HI. BIG WET AUTISM EYES. lol. ive been thinking about this fucking incessantly and i loove talking ab powers as specifically as possible.#still not sure abt all thisssss first draft ass shit. bouncing around w my hands in my pocket waiting for mac 2 get a bit further in so the #can also spitball this shit with me. lot of this feels kind of insanely broken but like. they are a Big Deal in this world..#new haven wards #pd lb #updated as of 9/17/24 btw :]

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luke-o-lophus · 1 year ago

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A Ship of Theseus

Summary: Half a year after Ammit, the Moon Boys have moved in with Layla again. One day, there's a special delivery. A blast from the past, in the most mundane way imaginable.

A/N: A character study of an adult survivor of childhood abuse. What is means for memories, belongings, and justice

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It's another of those days.

On most days recently, stuff around the house is just...stuff. Then every once in a while, they seem to stare back at him. Try to provoke him into a conversation, introspection, memories.

Until recently, there wasn't a lot of belongings Marc had held on to. When he'd left the house, he could take only as much as he could fit in two bags. And he definitely wasn't aiming to include keepsakes. In a way, that had been easier: living in a space that looked absolutely different. It was easier to pretend the child in his memories wasn't really him, or at best was just a version of him. It's been fifteen years since.

When Marc moved back in with Layla, half a year past the Ammit situation, things had become completely different. Steven was in the picture now, and he came with his massive stack of books and an aquarium Marc found unnecessarily huge for two fish. "It's bigger than my army room", Marc had grumbled to Layla one evening as he helped her carry her stuff into their new apartment.

Between her and Steven, it's easy to lose yourself in the warmth of home. At least that's what Marc had hoped to do. Until Elias called again. As he does. When Marc refused to speak to him, Steven suddenly found himself on call with a father he had no memory of having. But Elias called to talk business. He was selling some old furniture from the house; too much stuff for one person he said. Layla listened to it all with rapt attention as her husband curled up on her lap. It was the memories that were hanging too heavy on Elias, that much was obvious. But she wouldn't tell Marc that, she wouldn't set him on another path of feeling guilt for his choice of cutting contacts. Marc had already done enough, and Elias not nearly so.

Two months later, Packers and Movers delivered a mountain of packages from his once 'home'. Marc eyed the pile with obvious distress, second guessing his choice of accepting the unused furniture just sitting around the house. It'd saved them good bucks they could now use towards a proper honeymoon in the Maldives.

The biggest piece of furniture was a heavy desk, now dismantled into pieces and neatly packed. It had been a gift from his grandfather when he turned five. The man liked to spoil his grandkids. In the years since, the table became his sanctuary. He sketched and played on it, and hid under it when needed. The table had been his constant, his only witness. The only piece of wood in that house he found claim to.

But seeing it now, in this form, sent a chill down his spine. The power tools were ready, it'd take just hours to put it all together. Piece by piece, construct back the silent observer of all those childhood experiences: the ones he remembered, and the ones forever lost to memory. He'd have to bring them back, by his own hands.

Layla was only a little surprised when she came home that evening. Normally Marc hated having things lying around, leading to endless complaints of Steven's untidiness. But she'd guessed the table would be, quite literally, a lot to unpack.

"You don't have to", she told him over a cup of tea. "We can sell it, or put it in storage somewhere. Anything." Marc sighed deeply, shaking his head. "It's mine. But I...", he didn't really want it around. It wasn't comforting. His home with his wife and his alter was his safe haven.

But it's also sacred. Some planks of wood simply nailed together; the weight of which only his tiny young shoulders knew. In one teasing example of the ship of Theseus, Steven told him. If you take it apart piece by piece, and build it back together, is it the same anymore?

Marc doesn't know. He leaves the philosophical shit to him and Layla. But he does know what it makes him feel, unlike either of them. It's only him, and the voice inside of him, flaring up from all those scared memories of a bruised kid hidden beneath the wide tabletop. Teary eyes demanding justice...from himself if not from anyone else.

It's been almost thirty years, and Marc still doesn't know what justice looks like for them. How is he supposed to make the correct decision? From the opposite wall, the propped up packages seem to follow every movement...observing, judging, waiting.

"I was thinking...", Layla chimes in breaking his train of thought. "We should head to Maldives in October. Weather should clear up by then...and it won't be too hot." Marc purses his lips in thought, considering the idea, glancing between the cardboard and Layla's jade black eyes.

"That's two months, huh? Yeah...should be enough time to plan", he shrugs. "Tell Steven, he'll be thrilled." "We can finish setting up the flat when we're back", she starts washing the cups. Marc stares at her back, as she's seemingly lost in her world. Another deep sigh, his eyes closed, memories of the desk, memories of this kitchen countertop, Layla sitting on it...the day they made S'mores together. "Yeah...", he smiles, walking up to her and putting the cups away. "I'll....put these in the storeroom till then?"

"Yeah sure, we can deal with them once we're back." she flashes him a blinding grin. "So, honeymoon, huh?"

Marc chuckles, and wraps her in his warmest hug.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #luke shares #moonscarab #layla el faouly #marc x layla #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #character study #marc doesnt know about jake yet #tw child abuse #aftermath of abuse #adult survivors of childhood abuse #moon knight fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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frostedlemonwriter · 6 months ago

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Cara and the Will-o'-the-Wisp

Chapter 1 - The Door Under The Stairs

This is just a teaser for the novella. It is going to be 4 chapters and part of the Haven Bay anthology. It is under the cut. Enjoy!

Under the stairs, of which groaned and complained under any weight, sat an ancient weathered wooden door. Its once vibrant paint now chipped and faded, and to the young Cara, it seemed to beckon her. Which, out of her whole family, her slender frame could easily slide within, even if it never opened all the way. Within were only spider webs and an empty wooden box. Alongside the mustiness, dusty aroma that scrunched up her button nose.

Cara had discovered this hidden gem shortly after the movers placed the last box within her family’s new home. Though an unfamiliar place that failed to conjure the comforting essence of Oregon, her home state and the place she missed. Maine simply didn’t feel like home to her, not even a little bit. But, she thought to herself, at least a new place to explore.

Perched atop what locals referred to as a little mountain, Cara considered it more of a hill; a peculiar term for an unusual place, but she expected nothing less here. Tall, steepled roof which towered above, and provided a spacious attic, its vastness allowed for someone to live within. And the landlady, Mrs. Robyn Clarke, took advantage of it and rented the space. Which Cara had a brief introduction to, a Mr. Jacob Kaczmarek, the sole occupant. She considered him an odd old man, who seemed to be an endless source of tall tales. He carried with him an aura of unconventional wisdom, along with the acrid scent of cheap tobacco and cheaper alcohol.

Below the home, a finished wine cellar intrigued the twelve-year-old girl. Its aged wine shelves laid barren, minus a few bottles here and there. Mrs. Robyn Clarke reassured the family, anything that remained inside was no longer fit to drink. Cara couldn’t help but think that she had no desire to taste whatever was within those ancient bottles, anyway. Wine seemed gross. Cara would never drink it, always made adults act stupid.

Behind the old manor, nestled halfway down the hill where the land protruded before it sloped at a gentle angle to the ground, lay an ageless, well-maintained garden. Which the wooden sign proclaimed had been there since the mid-1800s, as long as the house itself. Right now, as part of his rent, under the careful stewardship of Mr. Kaczmarek, it remained pristine, untouched by any overgrowth. While majestic, weather-beaten trees provided a protective canopy, and cast dappled shadows over the vibrant flowers. Instead of delicate ornamental trees commonly found in gardens, these were robust giants. All stood tall against the harsh, icy winters that swept over Mount Desert Island.

“It’s even cold during the summer,” Cara said to the wind.

There down the side of the little mountain, a trail meandered its way toward the corner of the property that bordered an ancient forest. Cara imagined fantastical places with equally fantastic creatures, but before the woods sat another old building. It was a squat single-level home, its faded white paint peeled in the late summer sun. And the air carried the scent of cut grass and blooming flowers from the stunted, wind-blown forsythia bushes. Also brought with it a slight breeze��the young pre-teen wished she had brought her jacket.

As Cara approached, she could hear the distant hum of lawnmowers from the neighborhood not too far away, and the occasional chirping of birds that made their homes in the many trees. While she stepped up onto the front porch, it creaked under her weight, gave off the feeling as if it could collapse at any moment, even if it wouldn’t.

This was the home of the round-shaped landlord and her broadly-shouldered husband Adam, a couple who were as unassuming as their home. Inside, the air blew cold; the AC overworked this time of year. It felt like an icebox in the living room, which exhibited a worn-out couch dead center, its fabric threadbare, and the springs squeaked with each movement. An older HDTV played a muffled talk show that no one paid attention to. While twin brothers Steven and Sam, both sixteen and too cool for Cara and her middle school inquisitive nature, roosted like lazy birds, their faces buried in their handheld video games.

Meanwhile, the youngest daughter, Rowan, with her broad green eyes and curious gaze, displayed a genuine interest in the newcomer. More than happy to create a sense of friendship, at least they were both the same age. So that should make it easier.

“Oh cool, we’ll be in the same grade,” Rowan said after a moment and stated the obvious. “Ya know, in a week or so.”

Cara had no interest in the obvious. “Wanna come exploring with me? Any places of interest to see around here? Is there anything one has to see?” She prodded for information. New home meant unknown places to explore.

Rowan nodded her head with so much vigor that her reddish blonde curls bounced around. “Okay, so this is a very old and ancient place, alright? Come on. I’ll show you a few things.” And Cara, by the end of it all, couldn’t deny the fascination this place held.

In a small grove within the vast expanse of the woods were large rocks, all in intriguing and interesting shapes, which did interest Cara. One rock, in particular, bore an uncanny resemblance to a face when viewed from a bit of a distance. While just around the bend along the trail, a large cool fairy ring sat behind a boulder. Adorned with squishy little brown mushrooms, which stunk when crushed underfoot, Cara wouldn’t forget that. At the edge of the woods, still close to the property, stood an ancient stone well. Its heavy lid kept everyone out, and despite Cara’s growing strength, the lid remained immovable.

“Kind of gross to think people drank out of that,” Cara said as a toad croaked and jumped off the lid.

“Toad water.” Rowan scrunched up her nose. “One last thing I wanna show you today. My mom will probably be yelling for me soon anyways.”

“Surprised my mother hasn’t already.”

On the same old trail with the fairy ring, a sign directed those to Haven Bay just a bit of a hike through the forest. Rowan led Cara, who followed without a word between the girls. Despite the sun still being high overhead, it felt darker here somehow. Looked darker as the leaves blocked out most of the light, as thick as the canopy was. Several minutes later, Cara’s eyes widened at the old trees that had lined the trail, branches gnarled, and trunks thick, strong, seemed to hold the sky up all on their own. Wow, was all Cara could think.

“This place is magical. Don’t you feel it?” Rowan asked.

Cara scoffed, but said nothing. Magic isn’t real, she thought to herself. They were both far too old to believe in such things. Didn’t even believe in Santa anymore, for at least a few years.

She knew fables were just that—tales that you told to little children to keep their imagination growing. “Magic, really? You serious?”

Rowan opened her mouth to speak. Yet stopped once the piercing, shrill sound of her mother’s voice echoed through the trees. Cut through the air like a sharp knife. Which seemed to reverberate off the trees.

I could stay here alone, Cara thought to herself. Just at the mere suggestion caused a sense of unease to dig deep into the pit of her stomach. Her heart raced, skin prickled and raised goosebumps. All the while, the faint scene of damp earth danced along with the leaves from a soft breeze, which seemed to heighten her senses.

In this fleeting moment, Cara pondered the words of her newfound friend, allowed a flicker of curiosity to play in her mind. However, in the end, she succumbed to the pull of not being alone out here, and followed behind Rowan with a quickened pace.

Every day Cara’s mother would call for her for lunch and as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. Which left plenty of time for her to do nothing inside the new home. Because she had already explored everything inside, Cara found it to be rather boring.

Father spent all day in his studio, a successful illustrator and cartoonist. Always nose deep into some project. While mother worked as an off-site accountant for various small businesses. Her laptop opened, ear buds plugged in to listen to music. Sat at the dining table to keep an eye on Cara, but she could always easily escape. Whenever she wanted to, Cara was a bit more sneaky than her parents expected.

Cara wasted far too much time on the streaming services before watching all the DVDs and BlueRays that they owned. She would stand beside a small living room window, watched the frequent rain pour outside. Not one of those rains where Cara could go outside and explore in the mud. No, one of the types that made the landscape look so much more alluring to her young mind. This rain turned the ground into a muddy soup, drenched the trees and made them droop under the weight of so much water.

“Can I go outside?” Cara pleaded with her mother, who typed away on the keyboard in a determined manner. “I won’t get dirty.”

Mother didn’t bother to look up from her work as she said, “You’ll get sick out there, dear. Just watch something on the TV.”

So, just like that, Cara groaned and stomped off into her father’s office. He wasn’t much better.

“Daaaaaad, can I go outside and play? Just out back. I wanna dig for frogs.” She didn’t really want to find any frogs.

His tone came out as bored and disinterested just like mother’s. Eyes never left the drawing desk. “What did your mother say?”

With a roll of her eyes, she replied, “Cara Quin! Don’t you dare go outside! You’ll get sick!”

“That’s your answer then, honey.”

Cara let out a long, exasperated, and wholly dramatic sigh, and said, “but it is so boring in here.”

“Sorry, honey, but I need to focus and finish this comic, okay? I promise to play some game with you after work.”

She didn’t like video games too much, other than a couple. That always was his response, so mother wouldn’t complain that he played video games too much. “Okay,” Cara said, turned on her heels, and strolled back into the hallway.

It didn’t take long for her to rediscover that door under the stairs. Now, unlike when they moved in, it seemed to be locked tighter than anything else.

Cara looked at her mother. “Can you open the door? I wanna see what’s behind it.”

“What’s behind what?” Mother’s reply came back sharp, terse, and broke her concentration. “You know I am busy. Besides, you already went under the stairs.” And that, as they say, was that for young Cara.

But something could have changed, Cara thought to herself with a huff.

Despite it being summer, Cara still had a bedtime to follow. Which, when she would protest, fell upon deaf ears. So instead, her gaze drifted toward the darkened woods outside her window. If nothing else, Cara got lucky that her room overlooked that old forest. Despite the rain, doing its best to hide it, Cara could still see the trees.

Then, with all the sneaky skills she could muster, Cara slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the window. That’s when she saw a faint light in the treeline, and not like the kind she had seen with a flashlight, or even a camera. Cara figured that whatever this was, displayed a lot more erratic and playful characteristics than that, it seemed. Bounced up and down, as if it jumped every few seconds, yet far too high for that to be an actual person.

Weird.

Just as quick as it had showed up, the light disappeared. Cara kept her wide brown eyes on the treeline for a moment longer. Until she climbed back under her blanket to try to get a little sleep. Yet, what looked like a shadow scurried across the floor, and one could easily mistake it as a mouse. Until it disappeared through her bedroom door. When, with the inquisitive of her age, Cara got back up and opened the door with a not-so-subtle creyeak!

Shadows covered the hallway. With the only light came from the small nightlight kept in the bathroom. Whose door stayed just open enough to make it easy to find, just in case. While the small, little shadow, which Cara did figure to be a mouse by this point, darted down the stairs. Where, despite how the stairs protested with squeaks and groans, Cara followed quickly after.

Then it disappeared through the door underneath the stairs. Unlike earlier today, where it seemed to be locked up tighter than anything else. Now, it stood ajar, and on her knees, Cara pulled the door open. From within, the sound of an old music box, so much like the one Cara remembered her grandmother having on that old wooden shelf. Yet here it played.

Darkness covered whatever caused the music to play. There within was a void so dark, so deep, that seemed to want to swallow her whole. Before she could crawl in, to see what could create such music. Maybe Cara missed an old music box that broke and just started playing all by itself. Sure, Cara.

“Cara, what are you doing?” Her mother’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

So much like a mother cat with her kittens, Cara felt her mother’s hand grip the back of her neck. Dragged away from the door before mother slammed it shut, the lock clicked and wouldn’t open again tonight.

Cara explained everything that had happened in quick, almost frantic words. But mother wouldn’t listen, chalked it up to her daughter’s imagination. Which she praised, encouraged Cara to write all her stories, and shooed her off to bed.

After a moment, Cara dropped her arms down to her side. Apologized to mother, and slumped off upstairs without another word. Though perhaps she figured that writing everything down wasn’t a bad idea. There was nothing but disbelief in mother’s eyes.

Would I believe it if I didn’t see it myself? She had to ask herself. Probably not.

Sleep finally overcame her that night.

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mariacallous · 2 months ago

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The COVID-19 pandemic’s sudden onset in 2020 and its persistent impacts in ensuing years posed new challenges for large U.S. cities and metropolitan areas.

Some of the initial challenges were related to the specific nature of the coronavirus and public health responses. In March 2020, residents of cold, dense cities seemed at greater risk of contracting the airborne illness than those in more spread-out, temperate communities where people could spend time outside year-round.1 More persistent challenges are related to the rapid adoption of remote work technologies, which enable certain kinds of work to be done anywhere with a high-speed internet connection, and not necessarily in big-city downtowns dominated by what today are increasingly vacant office buildings.

In an increasingly hyper-polarized country, some of these dynamics intersected with partisan politics. Republican-led states such as Florida and Texas positioned themselves as refuges for movers seeking escape from “Covid lockdowns” in Democratic-led states. In response to these and other political factors, Elon Musk moved Tesla’s headquarters from Silicon Valley to Austin, Texas, and a prominent Chicago financier moved his hedge fund to Miami after his employees started working from a high-end hotel there during the height of the pandemic.

The housing market also played a role in fueling migration during this time. As more people worked from home, demand for homeownership rose, particularly for larger homes. For example, in San Diego County—which for many years had built little new housing—median home prices skyrocketed from $660,000 in January 2020 to $860,000 just two years later, according to Zillow. Prices also rose in more affordable, flexible markets, but much more modestly; in Houston over that same time, the median home price increased from $195,000 to $240,000.

My colleague William H. Frey was among the first to document significant migration away from big metro areas during the pandemic. His analysis of U.S. Census Bureau data showed accelerated domestic out-migration from large, coastal metro areas such as New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Boston, and Seattle between 2020 and 2021. Domestic in-migration, meanwhile, remained strong in Sun Belt metro areas such as Phoenix, Dallas, Tampa, Fla., San Antonio, and Raleigh, N.C. Frey’s subsequent analysis showed these trends moderated through 2022 and 2023 as the initial impacts of the pandemic subsided.

Even if they are temporary in some respects, these recent migration patterns could have lasting impacts. Richard Florida, for instance, points to the rise of “meta cities”—large U.S. metro areas distant from each other yet linked closely by the ties of remote work and Covid-era movers, such as New York and Miami (finance), the Bay Area and Austin (tech), and Los Angeles and Nashville, Tenn. (entertainment). The Economic Innovation Group chronicled a loss of high earners from major urban centers such as New York, San Francisco, and Washington, D.C. during the first two years of the pandemic. The home listing service Redfin, meanwhile, noted rising housing demand in affordable markets proximate to major metro areas (e.g., New Haven, Conn. outside New York; Richmond, Va. outside Washington, D.C.; Worcester, Mass. outside Boston), suggesting the growing prominence of hybrid (versus fully remote) work arrangements. How these dynamics play out could have significant implications for the economic and social health of cities, and for America’s urban hierarchy in the 21st century.

To better understand these dynamics, this report analyzes data from the Internal Revenue Service’s (IRS) Statistics of Income program on U.S. population migration at the county level. The data tracks individual income tax filers who changed addresses from one year to the next, and reports the number of tax filers moving between counties (a proxy for households), the number of personal exemptions among those filers (a proxy for individuals), and the total adjusted gross income reported on their returns (a proxy for household income). While the IRS migration data is only currently available through 2022 (versus 2023 in Census Bureau migration data), it has the advantages of tracking movements between specific counties and revealing something about the economic status of migrating households.2

This report uses the IRS county-level migration data to track movement before and after the pandemic’s onset among U.S. metropolitan areas, which are collections of counties that approximate regional economies and labor markets.3 The analysis assigns each county in the dataset to its corresponding metro area based on the latest Census Bureau metropolitan delineations.4 An important limitation of the IRS data is that it suppresses county-to-county flows of fewer than 20 tax filers to protect taxpayer privacy. In 2021-22, for instance, the data reflects a total of 7.6 million U.S. filers moving to metropolitan counties, with the source county indicated for 5.8 million of them. This means that the county-to-county data misses 1.8 million households (or 23% of all households) moving to metropolitan counties in 2021-22. Many of these households likely moved from small, non-metropolitan counties, but the flows among metro areas charted here inevitably miss moves occurring between smaller counties in metro areas of all sizes.

Despite this limitation, the IRS data is useful for answering basic questions about domestic migration and the possible impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic. Focusing on the nation’s metropolitan areas, this analysis specifically asks if and how the pandemic may have altered the:

Overall level of migration within and among metro areas

Key metropolitan origins and destinations of movers

Economic character of movers, and/or their sending/receiving communities

In general, the analysis confirms that the pandemic made an impact on metropolitan migration patterns, but also finds that these changes did not significantly alter the demographic or economic trajectory of metro regions. The analysis concludes with thoughts on the implications of these patterns as the economy returns to a “new normal” in the pandemic’s aftermath.

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Vampire Clan: Ravnos

Rogues, Ravens, Daredevils, Vagabonds, Wanderers, Tricksters, Mystics, The Haunted, Gypsies, Criminals, Deceivers, Charlatans, Shapers, Seekers, Unwelcome

Renowned as elusive enigmas, mystics, and nomads, the Ravnos clan embodies an irrepressible spirit that delightfully embraces the thrill of living on the edge. Their true essence and rich lineage were tragically lost to the western world, leaving only a handful disconnected from their ancestral heritage and compelled to forge a new narrative. However, with their very survival at stake, those who never wandered before are now left with no alternative but to embark on a perpetual journey, lest they suffer the fate of their ancient progenitor, the Ravnos Antediluvian.

Disciplines: Animalism, Presence, Obfuscate

Bane - Doomed: If they slumber in the same place more than once in seven nights, they are scorched from within. This happens every time they spend the day in a location they’ve already slumbered less than a week before. Furthermore, a mobile haven, such as a movers’ truck, is safe so long as the place where the truck is parked is at least a mile from the last location.

Culture

For an extensive duration, the Ravnos of the Western world maintained a resolute bond within their clan. A prominent expression of this unity was enacted through a retaliatory practice known as "The Treatment." This method involved a mistreated Ravnos reaching out to fellow clan members, who would swiftly converge upon the city where the initial Ravnos suffered injustice. The havoc wreaked by a dozen unleashed Ravnos could push even the most seasoned Prince to the precipice of chaos. Skillfully embellishing the consequences of The Treatment served as the primary weapon employed by the Ravnos to secure their rightful place within Western society.

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myneighborbren · 1 year ago

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Hello and Happy Pride from our family to yours! We are a found family of four: Amani, Artie, Bren, and Yami.

Florida has become dangerously unsafe for our little family of four, as three of us are Trans and all of us are queer. Between the recent bills such as SB 254, HB 1521, and SB 1580 (also known as the “let them die act”) and the current political climate, these things directly seek to harm, and even go as far as to eradicate, our existence.

We're asking for your help to relocate us to a safe haven state: New Jersey! Our estimated goal for this move is 8k, which will cover not only the usual moving expenses (moving truck + gas + movers) but also the first two months of rent, food, and winter gear! As Florida natives, we're definitely not prepared for Northern winters. Winter gear will include winter clothes, heaters, and tools to keep our cars running through the season.

Currently, Amani, Artie, and Bren all work remotely as virtual assistants, so they will all have jobs throughout this time. They also plan to look for jobs in person once they arrive. Yami currently works at a Publix and will need to find a new job as we relocate.

We all want to use this as a time to focus on our creative endeavors. If you’d like to support us by keeping up to date with our ongoing projects, follow us on IG at @thechaoticclowder.

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anachronistic-falsehood · 12 days ago

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nhw greats powersets and trigger events <3 finally making this post bc i keep talking about them and in my head im like yeah everyone knows about min double trigger event everyone knows alphonz dissociative breaker state this is common knowledge wdym!!! and then i remember i have not discussed it At Length in a full post i have only discussed it with ros and mac. throws them at you like a softball

Strider (hero name Bracer)

lived in foster homes for most of his life and aged out of the system. ended up homeless on the streets for a good few years and lived under near constant stress. he triggered when he got followed around the city by a gang of asshole rich kids and got beat the fuck up!! badly!!! he didn’t originally want to be a hero, but virion’s dad found him and asked him to help protect the city with him and flora

mover 2: uses short bursts of super speed/strength to travel short distances, can be used for climbing, jumping, running, etc. bursts of enhanced speed/strength last for a few seconds at most, and needs a few seconds of rest in between each burst

thinker 5: has an innate sense of most enemies' physical vulnerabilities just by looking at them and can deduce the best way to take them down in seconds

striker 3: enhanced reflexes. deflects attacks faster than any human should be able to. uses bursts of speed/strength to deliver harsh hits to weak points. often uses knives, brass knuckles, and other short range weapons to add more punch behind his blows

stranger 5: similar to pd william's “hide in plain sight” ability (or imp from worm's powers). may be seen but not noticed. blends in perfectly with a crowd. no one questions his presence and doesn't realize he's not supposed to be somewhere unless they REALLY think about it. he’s very hard to focus on, especially if the people he's around are focused on other things. he can't always control this power and may occasionally go unnoticed and ignored in his own group until he purposely makes his presence known. could literally stand in front of a villain's face and they would just talk over him unless they stopped to Really Think About It

Grayson (hero name Gauntlet)

second gen cape!! mother was a cauldron cape tinker who specialized in medieval architecture and father was a case 53 cauldron cape hero in new haven. his parents were separated and he often stayed with his mother, who was typically too busy to pay much attention to him. this resulted in him playing around the towers of their castle when he was ten, falling out the window of an unfinished tower, and breaking his ankle. he stayed on the ground alone and screamed for his mother until his voice was hoarse and triggered half an hour after the initial fall. upon triggering, some of his father's physical traits manifested, and he gained small horns, fangs, claws, and a tail

tinker 4: specializes in medieval armor and weapons, can incorporate technology and modern materials into creations for greater protection and damage. makes armor and weapons for alphonz, gus, and strider (and himself ofc). no other powers aside from that but is still quick, light on his feet, and very capable in battle. not to be underestimated!!!

Ram (hero name Bullseye)

he lived in houston texas as a teenager/young adult. he was Really Fucking Stupid in college and drunkenly played russian roulette with a group of close friends. the bullet changed places many times throughout the game as the gun changed hands, and by the time it got to the last of their friends, they thought the bullet was in another chamber and that he'd be safe. ram's friend ended up accidentally shooting himself, and ram triggered immediately!!! solstice and gauntlet traveled to texas at solstice's recommendation and ended up recruiting him

thinker 5: enhanced visual perception. can't help but pay attention to dozens of small details up close, so small things moving and people fidgeting are incredibly distracting and can be very overwhelming. perception is much better used from distances, where he can perceive small details in order to gain information or pick targets. near perfect accuracy when shooting targets from distances up to 30 meters (~100 ft)

tinker 3: proficient with guns. not good at inventing new kinds of guns or making them from scratch, but he can repair and upgrade any kind of existing firearm. immediately proficient in handling/shooting any new firearm he's given

Min (hero name Icewalker)

she lived in a nice city on the east coast called ranz <3 she'd been studying physics and math in college and was walking back to her dorm with her Good Normal Friend peter sqloint when it started to rain, and then the attack happened and everything went to shit!! she triggered when leviathan directly attacked her college and she saw the bodies of her dead classmates, gaining her hydrokinesis powers. tide found her and directed her to a shelter, but the shelter was attacked and destroyed as well, collapsing around her and trapping her legs under the rubble, and she immediately triggered a second time and gained her changer abilities. the greats freed her from the rubble and got her somewhere safe and she decided to move to fauna with them

shaker/blaster 7- hydrokinesis. controls water in a similar way to tide, but can also change the state of the water she controls by freezing or evaporating it at will, allowing for long distance attacks with ice. limited to a radius of 50m (~160ft)

changer 6: can change parts of her body into water, ice, or vapour, but never the vital parts like anything in the head or torso. often uses abilities to summon ice spikes all over her body for protection, change limbs to ice blades to fight, or partially turn into vapour or water to avoid getting hit. often extends her legs into tall spikes of ice and walks around towering over buildings like some horrifying harbinger of icy death <3

Chungus (hero name Barbarian)

okay fuck you his name is gus and chungus is a mean nickname from school. he only lived with his mother and was held back multiple times in school. he was bullied horribly for this!!! he did a lot of sports but being the best wrestler on the team did not save his ass from teenage cruelty. his trigger event happened after gym class one day, when he waited to be alone in the locker room to take a shower, but a group of other students came back in as soon as he was undressed and beat the shit out of him. badly!!! he triggered in the middle of it, and when they decided they were done and left him there, he went home and skipped the rest of the school day. solstice eventually found him and recruited him

Brute/Changer 4-8: similar to lung from worm, in that he gets stronger the longer a fight goes on. goes from being able to lift up a truck to being able to potentially lift an entire building. his body gets bigger than it already is, muscles get stronger, and his skin gets tougher and harder. it doesn't become completely invulnerable, but simple weapons like knives won't break skin. injuries heal at a much faster rate, healing almost less than a second after they're made, and could even reattach dismembered limbs if he's quick enough. killing him late in a fight would likely take decapitation, bisection, or some other form of dismemberment that severs his vital organs from each other, and even then he will be conscious for much longer than a normal person would be before dying

Alphonz (hero name Justice)

he lived in a midwestern city and was a Good Little Catholic Boy <3 then the simurgh attacked on a random sunday while he was in church and he lost his entire family, and he triggered!! he went. a little off the rails, believing his powers came from god, and he threw himself into religion and devoted himself to getting stronger with the intent to rid the world of fear and destruction, with his end goal being to one day fight the simurgh and kill her himself. some of the greats were there for the simurgh attack, and they found him in the remains of his church dissociated as hell and in his breaker state, and stuck with him through the entire quarantine period. while he hasn't been talked down from wanting to kill the simurgh, he has been convinced to take his training slow and focus on bettering the world on a smaller scale in fauna (at least for now)

breaker 8/blaster 5: his body turns into light in his breaker form. the air around him within a 5m (~16ft) radius heats up, and light around him bends and gets sucked towards him like he’s at the centre of a black hole. shapes of light may begin to form around him, throwing off the perception of those looking at him. if he's in his breaker state long enough, he may form wings of light. can touch things in his breaker state, but his touch burns. can also turn into completely intangible beams of light, and can fire superheated rays of light from his hands. becomes emotionally volatile in breaker state, which will lead to him either being very quick to anger and impulsive, or being unresponsive and dissociated. he may involuntarily enter his breaker state if he's afraid, upset, or otherwise distressed. finds it very hard to leave his breaker state!!

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melodyalanaroster · 1 year ago

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Update As Of November 3rd, 2023.

Hey everyone. The last time I updated ya'll was in September. I know, I probably should have updated ya'll like this last month, but its been a busy one.

If you're in the Otome Haven Discord Server, then you have been updated almost weekly as things in my life progress. If you're not and you still read my story, here's what's currently going on.

In the last update, I told ya'll that I had gotten engaged in May and that my fiancé and I were house hunting. Well, at the end of September, we found a house. On October 3rd, we signed the paperwork and became homeowners.

Moving sucks... Moving from a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment to a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom house is a whole different brand of sucking. Especially when you're trying to do it in such a way that you won't need the movers for very long. And we managed to get it to where we only needed the movers for 2 hours, rather than the 6ish that they quoted us for. We had to make sure the roof and foundation were fixed. We painted almost every room (with the help of his mom and my best friends). We had to go through the shed in the back yard. We even had to buy a new fridge.

On top of that, his family is going through some shit, and he's caught up in the middle of it (since its mainly his parents doing the shit). Let's just say that his dad and his dad's mom are assholes... Both his dad and one set of his grandparents (his dad's parents) have come over to our house without warning, or invitation and we've only been in the house full time since October 21st. Oh, and his mom is driving both of us insane....

To keep the family drama to as much of a minimum as possible , we've cut contact with my family down to a trickle... Despite that, my grandmother and aunt don't seem to get the fact that they can't just invite themselves over to my house. As they don't have my address, they can't just show up... Yet. They're going to have a very rude awakening in the coming months (to put it lightly)... Especially when they try to bring my little cousin over to my house (because they will do this) and find out that my fiancé and I don't want kids at our house at all for now (and my little cousin is never allowed over). Even though we haven't seen my family since before we signed the papers, they've managed to do this over the phone... When all I did was text my grandmother an update on how things were going and to tell her that I love her...

We have his family, my family, his coworkers and all of our friends demanding that we have the mother of all housewarming parties, and we're not even gonna think of actively planning that until after the holidays.

As of 11/03/23 at, we still have 3 plushie nets to hang, and 3 boxes left to unpack...

Now, of course, the holidays are upon us. Our jobs are demanding the world from us. We have multiple Thanksgiving celebrations and Christmas events to worry about and attend.

And, while during some of the most horrible points in my life, I've managed to get multiple chapters of my story out in a year... This year is not one of them. I'd be lying if I didn't say that it would be a miracle if I managed to get a chapter out before the end of the year.

This is all the main reasoning why I didn't get together with my mods to do a fandom event in the discord server this year.

The Melancholy of Melody Alana Roster is not finished. It is going to be, eventually... But right now, its not a priority. It can't be.

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