#OC: Eden Smith

[imjusthereforbatfam]

Never-Ending Encore, ch. 11

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Chapter "Summary": Gunshots. Screaming. Crying. For Eden, it’s always the same. Pain, death, more pain. Encore. Pain, death, more pain. Encore. Pain, death… …Wait. Why isn’t she in pain? …And is that a freaking Pow-Pow Ranger??

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/DEATHS I just remembered I used to post this story on here too, so... here you go 😅

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Visions flashed in Eden’s mind.

A group of men standing around her, discussing what to do in hushed voices. A thick arm, all muscle, clenched around her small neck. The mouth of a gun kissing the side of her head. Her legs barely long enough for her heels to kick the tops of the man’s knees as she struggled; her hands uselessly clawing against his hold. Hot tears streamed down her round cheeks, pooling in the crook between his arm and her neck—

Chasing after a man in a ski mask through dark alleys. Her daddy’s plan— his orders swimming in her ears, drowning out Gotham City’s unfamiliar rain and cold. The man’s body turning as he reached an opening. His hand swerving, his gun pointed blindly in her direction—

Chris Henriksen standing above her. His bloodshot eyes filled with a drunk man’s fury. Blood trickling from her stomach, gushing from the holes in her back, pooling in the gravel all around her. His daddy’s pistol reloaded, hovering directly over her. As he glares down at her, neither his hands nor gaze waiver—

Each memory ends the same.

BANG!

A bullet forces its way into her skull for the very first time. It tears through everything in its path. Fire razes her brain until the bullet explodes into the night air. Blood, bone, and muscle fly out after it.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The first bullet whizzes by her arm. The second grazes her leg. The third – by some unholy miracle – plunges directly into her left eye. Bursting her eyeball, splitting the back of the socket, the bullet rips apart veins, carving a tunnel straight through her skull before angrily rupturing into the cold, wet air.

BANG!

Even drunk, the proximity of Chris Hendriksen’s gun allows him a perfect shot to the center of her forehead. Everything goes red. Fire races from front to back. With nowhere else to go, the bullet splatters the back of her head open like a watermelon. Thick, meaty chunks of blood, skin, and muscle form a halo of gore around her shattered skull.

Each memory ends the same.

But there’s a secret. Something precious few can share about getting shot in the head.

During that half a millisecond between the bullet entering and exiting your skull…

You feel it.

No matter how quickly it happens – no matter how little time it takes the bullet to exit the chamber, to smash its way into your skull, to blaze through your brains, and blast into the open air – you feel it.

All of it.

Every cell in its path. Every molecule in its wake. Every last bit of your mind ripped apart by a trail of flaming agony.

You feel it as though this is the one and only thing on this earth you were meant to feel. You feel it like God himself craves your intimate, infinite suffering. Like the Devil grinning as he digs dirty, acid-dipped fingers into your skull.

It is an eternity of anguish veiled in the guise of an instant.

Every. Single. Time.

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BANG!

The tears push up against Eden’s eyelids.

She didn’t want to feel it. The ripping. The burning. The unmistakable force of a bullet tearing through her head.

Maybe it would be different this time. Maybe Death would pity her just this once.

Eden already ached for the brief reprieve She brought with Her. Death’s soft and warm embrace, to her, was akin to a mother holding her beloved child. Being dead was only torturous because she – Eden's spirit or soul or whatever she was in that state – knew it was only temporary.

Far too soon, the green, acidic light would come. It would envelop her like a spotlight as the universe demanded another encore. Her senses would return to her as though she were dropped into an icy lake— like she was falling— like she was drowning— like she was being seared— like she was being carved open by a thousand knives— like she was being electrocuted— until she jolted back to life once more.

She waited for the same old song-and-dance to start. Pain, death, more pain. Encore. Pain, death, more pain. Encore.

Only this time… there was no pain.

There was no blast into her skull. No ripping or rupturing of her brain. No burning agony like there should be.

There was screaming, sure. Cursing, crying, and screaming all around her. But no pain. No Death.

...and no green light.

With great effort, Eden forced one eye to open. Then the other. The man who’d been ready to shoot her down, the sentry, was no longer standing in front of her. In fact, he was barely standing at all.

He clutched at the handle of the driver’s door, trying desperately to open it despite leaning heavily against it. His other arm hung limply at his side — streams of red pouring down its mangled remains and onto the road. His dark sunglasses were gone. His once eager eyes now wide and fearful as he stared down the street.

He was screaming. The van’s driver was screaming. The man in the trench coat was scampering into the passenger seat. And also screaming.

BANG!!— Eden flinched violently —POFWISHHHH!!

BANG!! POFWISSSSHHHHHH!!

Her eyes saw the van’s back tires burst and rapidly deflate, but her mind couldn’t make sense of… well... anything.

“E–”

She’d been shot, hadn’t she?

Hadn’t she?

Her hands flew across her head, madly trying to find where she’d been hit. As if she’d somehow missed the whole thing. Pain, death, pain, encore... right? But when she pulled her hands back to look for fresh blood, they were clean. Covered in already-healing scrapes, dirt, and nearly dried blood, but nothing fresh. Nothing that indicated the flood she knew had to be pouring from her head.

She felt something wet streaming down her chin—

“—den!”

—but it wasn’t red. It was clear. Not blood. Water.

Water…

Tears?

Was she…? Her fingers wiped at her eyes. She was. But when had she started crying?

“E—”

The sentry’s gun was on the ground — she was able to process that. The van’s engine screaming out, too. The deflated tires smoking and sparking as the metal wheels skidded against the road, the driver attempting to peel out.

“—den!”

More gunfire. The metal wheels screeching. The whir of a small but powerful engine getting closer—

“EDEN!!”

A piercing shock ran through Eden’s body. Her head whipped toward the person screeching her name.

A young woman on the ground. Her face terrified. Streams of tears running down her cheeks, leaving a clear trail.

Marsha.

It was Marsha. She was crying, and bleeding, and reaching for… for Eden.

Unthinking, Eden bolted toward her, her arms out and ready.

She all but slammed her knee into the ground to grab Marsha. She yowled, as her skin ripped against the pavement and a sharp pain cleaved through her kneecap. The violent sensation raced up and down her leg, making the whole thing rattle – but it didn’t stop her from swooping Marsha into the air just as violently.

Her wild mind spun around dizzy memories of small hogs, misshapen bales of hay, huge sacks of flour… Marsha would’ve been easy to carry in comparison, but cracks in Eden’s kneecap seemed to spread wider and deeper with each step. The air burned around her knee as something wet gushed down her leg. Eden gritted her teeth, her tears nearly blinding her as she hurried for the row of cars parked along the street.

Tires skid harshly across the pavement, coming to a shrieking halt right behind her. The men’s screaming amplified to the sound of glass smashing and metal breaking. Eden almost screamed too, her heart beating in her throat and roaring in her ears.

As soon as she rounded a car, her leg finally gave out. She collapsed — both she and Marsha letting out pained gasps as they hit the ground.

Wincing, struggling to breathe, Eden dragged her leg closer and maneuvered Marsha onto her back. Her knee burned. It ached. Still, her blurry eyes and trembling hands flew aimlessly over Marsha.

Pressure. They needed to apply pressure. Eden’s hands jerked and pressed down against the coat still covering Marsha’s wound.

She heard herself muttering, stumbling over her words as she told Marsha why it was important to keep her level, why they had to keep pressure on the wound, telling her they were okay, promising everything would be okay.

Marsha was still crying. Choking down gasps of breath. Her big brown eyes flickered over Eden’s shoulder. Her mouth dropped.

“Are you two—?”

Eden launched her elbow towards the voice, shrieking as she did.

The stranger blocked it easily, swearing. She went for the throat.

“Hey!” He grabbed her hands. “Calm down!”

She thrashed and glared at the man before coming to an abrupt halt. “The… The yellow Pow-Pow Ranger?”

Even as she said it, she knew that wasn’t quite right. The TV character’s costume was an equal mix of yellow and white, but this man wore yellow and black. The only white at all in his uniform was some symbol spread across his chest. But at first glance, his costume looked close enough to the TV character’s that it made Eden’s racing mind stop and short-circuit.

The yellow and black helmet he wore didn’t cover the lower part of his face, so Eden could actually see his mouth go from a half-grimace to something closer to a pout.

“I am not the Yellow Pow-Pow Ranger.” 

It sounded like he’d gotten the comparison before …and like he was young. But that was all she could come up with in her state. 

She blinked at him. “Oh.”

A moment ago, her thoughts had been moving too fast to make sense of things. Now, they were slower than molasses, and she still couldn’t make sense of things.

The stabbing ache in her knee jabbed its way to the forefront of her mind. The pain was less intense than before, the mending already underway. But despite how quickly her body was healing this time, she could still feel the throbbing of the cracked bone and the sting of cool air on torn-open skin.

“Right,” she said blinking through the conflicting sensations. “Sorry, hon. I just— You do sorta look like—” She glanced down at his costume, at the white on his chest. It looked sort of... familiar. It took a moment for her brain to recognize it, then—

“Oh!”

A bat!

“There’s a hostage situation going on inside!” she said pulling her hands from his grasp and pointing toward the bank. “All the robbers are out, but I’m pretty sure there’s a bomb keeping the rest of the—”

“It’s alright, ma’am,” the boy said raising a hand. “I’ve already been briefed on the situation.”

“Alright, good. But listen, hon, there’s people inside that van and they’re—”

“Ma’am, it’s alright,” he soothed, moving his hands in a calming gesture. “We know about the hostages there, too.” He moved to help Marsha put more pressure on her wound, who was looking up at him like he was made of starlight. “We’ll get them out soon as Red Hood finishes restraining the—”

“Hood?!”

Eden shot up like a rocket. Her healing knee let out an audible CRACK! at the sudden movement. She hissed, stumbling against the car to stay upright.

Across the road, the van's driver door hung loosely on its hinges; its window shattered. There was a sleek black motorbike not far from their hiding spot. Long streak-marks from the tires stretched down the street by several yards. 

Red Hood was there, standing almost exactly where Eden had been cowering only a minute ago. The red symbol on his jacket stretched across the broadest part of his back like an unbreakable shield.

She took a soft breath at the sight, her heart picking up speed.

All three of the men were on the ground before him. Two of them – the driver and the man in the trench coat – were groaning, all black and blue. The third – the sentry – was trying to crawl away, inching toward one of the rifles left in the street.

Red Hood followed him, his pace slow and deliberate. Gun in one hand, he towered over the man like an expert hunter readying for the kill.

When the sentry turned to look up at him, Eden saw his eyes. Once burning and eager to take her life, the man’s eyes were now watery and wide with the fear of losing his own. His bloodied, mangled arm hovered in the air as he blubbered for mercy.

A twisted part of her was glad to see it.

“Hey, calm down!” Not-Yellow-Pow-Pow-Ranger yanked her back into hiding with one hand, making her yelp. “I know he’s a little scary, but Red Hood’s a good guy right now — promise!”

Frowning, she smacked his hand away. “I know that!”

The boy’s lips opened then pursed slightly like maybe she’d confused him. Or upset him? It was hard to tell without the rest of his face showing.

“Hon, listen. Those hostages—”

“Signal.”

“—huh?”

“My name’s Signal,” he said.

“Signal?” she repeated, not sure she’d heard him right. “…That’s your hero name?”

He left out a half-offended scoff. “Damn, okay.”

“Oh, sorry! I’m sorry, hon, I shouldn’t’ve said it like that, I just—” Eden stopped, shook her head wildly, then grabbed the boy’s shoulders. “Signal, LISTEN! Those people in the van are not hostages! Not all of them, at least. More than half of them were in on it — the guy in the maintenance uniform for sure!”

Signal’s demeanor changed instantly, and she let go as his shoulders broadened. “You’re sure about that?” He sounded older, more serious.

“Yes. A hundred percent. So could you please tell Hood— uh, Red Hood so he doesn’t end up caught in some trap he doesn’t need to get caught in? I don’t—” The sudden thought made Eden’s heart race. She swallowed dryly. “I don’t want him getting hurt.”

Signal stared at her a moment, his jaw going lax. Then he shook his head and leaned a fraction closer. “Sorry, what?” He sounded young again, like he didn’t understand what she was saying.

Eden bristled. “I said, I don’t want him to get hurt!”

He nodded quickly, mostly to himself. “Yuh-huh, that’s what I thought you said.” He turned his head to look directly at the car beside them, glanced back at her, then the car door again.

She furrowed her brows and glanced at the car too. What in the world was he looking at? The shoddy paint job??

“Signal,” she snapped. He jumped slightly, fully returning his attention to Eden. “Are you gonna help Red Hood or not?”

“Right!” He immediately cleared his throat. “Right,” he said in his more mature voice. “Of course, ma’am. Don’t worry.”

He shifted, looking down at Marsha whose eyes were now drooping as she looked up at him. He was still pressing Eden’s coat onto her gunshot wound.

He opened his mouth, probably to tell Eden to take over, but stopped as she immediately and wordlessly did just that. Warry of Marsha’s drowsiness, she also grabbed her hand and squeezed tight.

Signal stared at her for half a moment, but when Eden looked at him with a lifted brow he jumped to his feet.

“Just keep that up. Paramedics should be here soon.”

Then, just like that, he bolted around the car, calling out to Red Hood. His words were harder to make out, but she could catch snippets of what she’d told him. There was a familiar, almost robotic sound that could only be Hood’s voice scrambler that replied. Eden let out a small sigh of relief.

There was quiet, followed by the sound of the van doors opening. Then what might’ve been Red Hood speaking and some muffled talking. Then a whole slew of noises Eden couldn’t quite follow. Then sudden, rapid gunfire.

Eden shrieked, throwing herself over Marsha, hiding as much of her as she could from any more stray bullets.

Silence.

Eden popped up, breathing heavy as she got to her knees and attempted to peek through the car windows. She had to see what was happening. She had to see what was happening. She needed to know if Red Hood— needed to see— needed to help him if he—

“Eden?” Marsha called in a whisper, snatching her attention.

The girl’s dark eyes kept fluttering, struggling to stay open. Even so, Eden could see the uncertainty in them, the fear.

“It… It’s alright.” She took a deep, shaky breath, squeezing Marsha’s hand tighter. “You’re going to be okay,” she promised, still feeling no tug, no blooming pain in her own abdomen. “You’re safe. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Marsha’s eyes moved back and forth lazily, trying to focus on Eden’s. “Thank you…” she breathed.

Eden started to frown – it was her fault this had happened; she was just taking responsibility for her actions – but covered it with a gentle smile. She could correct Marsha later, once things finally calmed down.

There were sirens now, rapidly approaching from all sides. She heard a motorcycle roar to life on the other side of the car, and lifted herself until she could just peek through the windows.

Red Hood was sat on the black motorbike, watching Signal race into the bank. He looked down at the bike, then shifted his gaze in Eden’s direction. She could tell the exact moment he’d spotted her, his body perking up as his helmet turned toward her fully. It made her smile.

She gave him a small, grateful nod, trying to tell him they were okay.

He stared at her, then glanced behind as red and blue lights appeared down the street. After one more quick look, he revved his bike and took off.

Eden’s smile grew. She sent it down to Marsha, who was barely keeping her eyes open. She squeezed her hand again.

“You’re going to be okay,” she cooed as she started to drift off. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

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“Ma’am, another ambulance on its way,” the cop repeated. His glare seemed to grow deeper each time he spoke. “Just wait a few—”

“I don’t need an ambulance,” Eden shot back, her accent getting thicker as they continued to argue back and forth. She readied to shove her way past him. “I need to be with my cousin! Wherever she’s goin’, I’m goin’!”

The cop tried to stop her, but Eden grabbed his forearm and bicep, put her foot where her mama taught her, and propelled herself forward. He stumbled from the momentum, allowing Eden to awkwardly swing around him. She fumbled her footing and fell ass-first into the ambulance. Pain shot up her tailbone, but at least she was in the damn thing.

Quick as she could, she grabbed the rail beside the small bench on the wall and hoisted herself into the seat beside one of the paramedics. In the same moment, the cop righted himself and turned toward her with his hand on his holster.

She gave him her best glare. “She’s my cousin,” she said again, warning him this time.

Usually, when Eden called someone a cousin, what she was really saying was, “This person’s part of Paradise Farms; you mess with them, you’re messing with Louanne Smith.” That was usually enough to keep most folks from giving them any trouble. But this time, she didn’t have her mama to hide behind. So what she was saying instead was, “This person’s well-being is my responsibility; if you don’t knock it off, I might do something stupid.”

The cop seemed to pick up on this, his glare getting even angrier. His hand twitched above his gun.

Eden’s grip on the rail tightened reflexively. She’d had enough guns and cops for a lifetime.

“Alright, lady—"

“It’s fine, Dan,” the older parametric snapped. “We don’t have time to waste on this crap. This woman needs help, now.”

The cop, Dan, shifted his gaze to the man, then to Marsha. When he set his stare back on Eden, she jutted her chin in defiance. He glared and turned to the paramedics.

“Don’t be afraid to sedate this one. Some time in the psych ward might do her some fuckin’ good.”

Eden held her tongue. She did her best to aim her glare to the floor as the cop finally shut the back doors. She sighed, some of the tension easing out of her.

“Thank you,” she said to the parametric as the siren began to wail and the ambulance started to move.

He didn’t respond but sent her a fleeting glance to show he’d heard her.

Careful not to get in their way, Eden reached out and took Marsha’s hand again. She hadn’t stopped holding it until that jerk cop had tried to pull her away.

 But she had to stay with Marsha. Just in case she took a sudden nosedive and Eden needed to trade with her. Taking on someone else’s death wasn’t fun – when was dying ever fun? –, but it was the closest her powers ever came to “healing” others, so it was better than nothing.

Several long minutes of holding Marsha’s hand and nothing continued to happen. Even after all this time. Even after losing consciousness. Still nothing.

Eden let out a sigh of relief, earning an odd look from the paramedics. She smiled at them, feeling more sure than ever that Marsha was going to be okay.

The two frowned at each other. The younger paramedic shook her head subtly at the man, and they quickly went back to work. They probably thought Eden was crazy, or maybe in denial. But it was true. Despite everything, Marsha wasn’t dying. And that meant she’d be okay.

Eden took a deep, deep breath. Her lungs seemed to expand. Her bones settled as her muscles relaxed.

Her mind went back to Signal and Red Hood. Aside from that glimpse of Red Hood as the cops arrived, she hadn’t seen him. Nor had she seen any sign of Signal after he ran into the bank.

She hoped they were still okay. She hoped they’d been able to get away without any trouble. Some old piece of Frank’s “training” rang out in her mind, reminding her that cops were usually only ever happy to see heroes if they’d done something extraordinary. Halting a bank robbery, for all it was worth, was not extraordinary. Especially not in Gotham City.

That made her think about Aaron… He’d been eager to help before, but how had he actually faired on his own? Was the old lady alright? Was he? What if he’d been hit by a stray bullet too?

She sighed. It was wrong of her to dump the safety of all those people on him like that. She didn’t have much choice after seeing Marsha facedown in the street, but still. The thought of anything happening to him or any of those people made her insides tense all over again.

She picked her coat up off the floor to grab her phone. The paramedics had tossed it aside as soon as they had the tools to properly care for Marsha’s wound. Pulling it onto her lap, Eden frowned at how much heavier it was than usual.

She’d bought it not long after Red Hood had “saved” her life — the night he’d given her those awful stitches. Very purposefully, she’d sought out a coat in a warm, rich shade of black. She’d been hoping the color wouldn’t show a lot of blood whenever she got hurt again. No sense in buying a new one every time she bled out, after all.

Looking it over now, the search definitely paid off. Despite having pressed it against Marsha for so long, Eden couldn’t spot any blood on her coat. Only when she looked closely could she see signs of it at all. And even then, she wasn’t totally sure.

Curious, she tested the fabric with a soft squeeze— then gasped. Blood poured out, running through her fingers and down her arm like rainwater.

[evita-shelby]

Garden of Eden

Part iv (the final part)

Cw:mentions of sex, thoughts of violence, infidelity etc

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

A/n: heaven is @call-sign-shark oc, and thank you shark, @zablife for this fic idea

(Prev)

He can’t sleep alone.

Ever since the war ended, Tommy cannot sleep alone without being plagued by night terrors no drug can rid him of.

Women helped, just the presence of one in his bed quieted the shovels.

Even if she hadn’t been pregnant, he would’ve forgiven her and returned to his rightful place in her life and bed.

During their separation he’d come to her as he did now, except then she’d welcome him back and even let him use her like he used other women.

Tommy always felt ashamed of it after and blamed it on the alcohol when it was just his conscious making him feel guilt for his actions.

He needed her.

Especially tonight when he kills the Prussian boy with green eyes all over again.

Her door is open, he is relieved to find it unlocked after she kicked him out of it.

His witch turned to ice when he touched her, but it doesn’t stop him from burying his face in the crook of her neck and letting her all too familiar scent fill his nostrils.

Lavender, rose and anise, she’d given him a pouch of it a long time ago when he was courting her.

He’d said in the privacy of his mind that it would be better if the pouch came with her, and his witch had bitten her lip because she had heard it as if he’d spoken out loud.

“Just for tonight.” He whispers when she moves as far as the bed allows.

She stops then, lets him hold on to her like a life preserver, but doesn’t reciprocate his unwanted affections when he nuzzled her neck hoping to drown himself in the soothing smell of her hair and the feel her warm curves underneath the wine-red silk.

He broke her heart, and now he paid the price.

And he’ll pay it just like she paid hers.

Four children, she’d said in that porcelain tub in Brighton.

They’d grow old together and die as in love as they had been when they got married.

“I need you, Evie.” Tommy never did like begging, but now he does. Begs for scraps like a dog because karma decided he had been unfair to Eva.

Arthur had not made his wife grovel, no, he was too spellbound by the snow-white Frenchwoman to even think of punishing her like he punished his witch.

Tommy’s pride had demanded he punish his witch for ruining their marriage like that.

“Should’ve thought that before you lied to me about Ruby, Shelby.” She only calls him Shelby when she loathes him in all but name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lose you. Not after everything.” He apologized for the billionth time and each time he chips away at her icy walls.

“As if you’d even let me go.” She scoffed but let him hold her like they used to.

Ruby is to be passed off as some relative’s child and whether she lives here or there as a cousin is up to her mother.

The choice is up to her mother who takes it with aplomb even if it kills her to see Eva’s warmth towards her replaced by icy civility.

Tommy was a politician now; his reputation could not handle him being known as the philandering cunt who had a baby with his secretary while his wife was pregnant with their third child while on his campaign.

It is unfair to all, but they cannot afford to deal with this any differently.

Ruby looks like her siblings, only Charlie has Tommy’s eyes and she supposed when both parents are blue eyed people it was more likely that the child would have said eyes.

If you put her in the crib with Gabriel, you could almost believe they were twins.

“He told me why the two of you were separated.” Lizzie said as if that justified what she did to her.

“And you were such a good friend to the both of us that you let him use you for his comfort.” The witch responded with all the venom in heart.

“I could never say no to him, even when I had John, it was always Tommy.” Lizzie seemed to have forgotten that that was no excuse to fuck a friend’s husband.

“You were my friend, Lizzie. Did it ever occur to you that you were twisting the knife in my heart by letting your nostalgia get the better of you?” the witch asked her.

Tommy’s infidelities had not bothered her when it was women she didn’t care for, but when he fucked Lizzie, it took her all to not throttle him and her for hurting her like that.

After that she couldn’t even stand to hear her name.

She had a choice; she could have said no to him. But Lizzie made it fucking clear that her feelings for Tommy were greater than any friendship they had.

“Yes, but I also knew he would go back to you sooner or later, especially when he called me by your name when we fucked.” The taller woman flicked the ash of her cigarette on the crystal ashtray Eva threw at her husband’s head that night. “He’s never even seen Ruby. Sent Polly to deal with everything because I told him I wouldn’t get rid of the baby.”

Eva would feel a bit better, but all this does is make her want to kill Tommy some more.

If he came to her bed again, she’d like nothing more than to wrap her hands around his neck and just squeeze until he thinks she’s really going to kill him.

And he’d let her because at least she’s touching him.

“Ah, yes, the third traitor. God, how could I have been so stupid? Should’ve seen past all the fucking lies instead of trying to fix the steaming pile of shit my marriage has become.” The witch said drolly.

Playing the supplicant when Tommy was the one lying to her about his own fucking child.

So, she cheated on him with Heaven, but hers was different. Hers did not involve his friend and a secret love child.

Hers ended definitely then. Sure Heaven and Eva were still friends,but their romantic past stayed in the past because neither could risk their futures.

Polly had kept that secret from everyone better than Tom fucking did.

Secret keeping is a specialty for her, it seemed.

It was for the best, she had said.

The best for who? For Tommy so he could continue acting as if only she had done all the wrong?

For Lizzie who was put out of sight like a toy he didn’t want anymore?

For whom?

Many nights later, Tommy intrudes into her private sanctuary, her sitting room where she keeps all the things needed to practice her craft.

She reads in the red armchair wearing a black kimono robe over a sheer champagne nightgown.

Eva fights the urge to kick him away when he goes down on his knees, lifts the bare leg crossed over knee and caressing the smooth skin of her calf until he reached the ugly surgical scar on her ankle before kissing it like he’s worshipping her.

I need you; he doesn’t speak but the words are kissed on to her skin and the heat of them spreads until it tugged at her broken heart and kindled the fire in her loins.

She knows he prefers to be in charge, to exert his control in every aspect of his life including the bedroom, but there are days where he begs on his knees and promises to be a good boy to mummy.

Tonight, he begs her for forgiveness and submits to her as he kissed her legs and pauses at the knee asking for her permission to kiss that part of her, she’s denied him for the past three months.

Ruby’s long left with her mother and Lizzie starts over with a clean slate, in a job because she hates sitting on her hands and, as luck would have it, a good man courts her and doesn’t care about her past.

Ruby is cared for and cherished and on weekends, Tommy sees her as a father should.

The women are polite to each other but understand their friendship will take long to mend if it mends at all.

Tommy, however, knows he’s fucked up. He fucked so much that no jewels, no clothes, no rare carnivorous flowers and certainly no attempts of seduction would earn him her forgiveness.

He made her wait a fucking year for his, and he still has nine months to go.

The first time they fucked after he confronted her on her infidelity had been on the two-month mark when he came reeking of his too sweet gin and Eden’s cheap perfume.

I called her by your name the entire time, the commie knows her way around, but she’s not you, witch, this he had said as he beckoned her to sit on his lap and ride him because the younger woman hadn’t been enough for him.

Not even all of the other women combined could make him stop wanting her to the point of madness.

I bet Heaven couldn’t make you feel like this either, he would say as he used his intimate knowledge of her body to his own advantage.

The night Gabriel had been conceived; Tommy had eaten her pussy like astarved man because he can’t do with another woman when its her taste he wants in his mouth.

She’d kissed him for the first time in six months, relishing how the taste of her cum washed out whoever he had fucked or kissed earlier.

Didn’t conceal the smell of Lizzie’s perfume nor her red lipstick on his collar, Eva should have never let him be with her that night if she knew Ruby had been conceived that day too.

“I remember when you got this,” Tommy says gesturing to the sheer organza he's bunched up over her knee, “wore it for our second honeymoon. Charlie was asleep in the nursery, and you wanted me to fuck another baby in you on the balcony rail.

Asked you if you weren’t afraid of me dropping you and you said you weren’t, ‘cause you trusted me.” He nuzzles her knee as he says this, as if she’d ever forget any night she’d ever been with him.

“And now look how far we’ve fallen from that, Tom.” The witch said softly pretending she’s still interested in her book.

“We could have that again, Evie, if you’d only let me.” Tommy looks up at her, pleading at her to forgive him just as she once did.

“Can you erase the damage on a broken heart, my love?” she asks and spread herself wide for him.

This was not forgiveness, just as those nights hadn’t been.

This she tells herself as time passes and she finds herself thawing to her asshole husband.

On her birthday, a year and two months after Lizzie showed up at their doorstep, a red vase in the shape of a human heart appears on her coffee table.

It is a broken burgundy heart healed with gold and holding icy pink winter camellias.

He had given her pink camellias that night he went to her door. The flowers meant love, adoration and longing, something he had done on purpose because Polly had an old floriography book that used to belong to her mother.

There’s a note, written in his hand and poetic as he gives the reasons for the gift.

‘You asked if I could erase the damage on your broken heart, but you didn’t ask if I could make it more beautiful with its damage.

The Japanese call it kintsukuroi which in their language means golden repair.

You’ve repaired my heart, now let me repair yours.

Your penitent husband,

Thomas Shelby.’

The witch wants to burn the note.

Damn him.

He did this while they were having her birthday dinner, knew she’d come for the perfume vials that contain her homemade contraception because she’d need it to ensure the fourth baby in that vision doesn’t appear before its time.

Damn him.

“Did you get my gift, love?” he asks when she finds him still eating the left-over cake just as she’d left him.

Tommy smiles and pours her a drink, somehow his whiskey paired well with her devil’s food cake.

Reminded her of their birthdays in Small Heath, a simple birthday cake, whiskey or their bathtub gin.

And after she’d use the candles and drip hot wax onto him, or he’d drink the alcohol off her. Birthday person had full and utter control that night. Tonight was no different.

Eva may have had control these past nine months, but damn it, she’s not giving it up just yet. Perhaps if his Christmas present was goof enough, she might let Tommy dominate her just as she’s been doing.

“Oh, yes, lovely thing a heart healed with gold. Now I need jewelry to match it. A necklace and some earrings, perhaps.” She answered, hating how weak she was.

Did he feel that way when he forgave her that night as they felt Gabriel kick?

“Hm, I suppose I know what to get you for Christmas.” He said with this hopeful look about him, so hopeful, she is dying for him to ask her that same question she asked him a year ago. “That is if my wife will still have me.”

“She might, if you asked.” Eva drank whiskey to wash down the heavy chocolate.

“Am I forgiven?” he asks. While she would never trust him blindly, she would forgive him because she knew he means it and that there won’t be a next time.

Just because the Garden of Eden had burned to ash, didn’t mean they couldn’t pick up the pieces and start again.

"Yeah, but if you ever do it again---" she said exactly as he had said it that night he forgave her.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

1 for Eden and 7 for Frankie 🖤

Edgy Oc Asks

Eden 1. One memory she’d rather forget: She wants to forget when her mom told her how she’d never be a real woman in her eyes. Honestly she’d have a better time killing for Trudy’s legacy if that were the case

Frankie 7. One thing that has changed since you first made your OC: His reasons for killing have changed from doing it for fun to doing it because he knows Bo will give him attention for it. He’s a lot more clingy towards Bo than when I first made him.

[odysseyofmoods]

Moodboard masterlist

OCs and personas:

Dilovar Matviyenko

Cherry the Fairy

Sagan Wildgrube

Kianna Komori

Ichigo Momochi

Kianna's Wardrobe

Ichigo's Fashion

Andrea Onio

Nicole Onio

Logan Wildgrube

Katerina Eden Aubert

Kianna in Wonderland

Retsu Gide

Kianna: Blood and Roses

Yumekawaii Ichigo

Ichigo: Murderous Revenge

Gabriel Smith

Lolita Nurse Kianna

Vampire Hunter Kianna

Pastel Witch Ichigo

AU versions of canon characters:

Iron Eclipse Gimlet

Iron Eclipse Eri

Iron Eclipse Clark

Iron Eclipse Marco

Marco's Casual Wardrobe

Iron Eclipse Tarma

Future Plans for Tarma

Aesthetics:

Vintage Americana

Soft Child

Lost in the Appalachian Mountains

Cannibalism Core

Witchy Wolf/Dog

AFAB in Grungy Masculine Clothes

Magic in the Pacific Northwest

Irish Hellhound

Fox Selkie

Kelpie Deep Within the Forest

Nonbinary Cryptozoologist

Coming-of-Age Trans Protagonist

MTF Fighting for Her Place

Rabid FTM

Pagan with Religious Trauma

A Summer Camp Hiding Secrets

Pinky Purple Cotton Candy

Rabbity Junebug

My Darkly Sweet Raspberry

Hearty Sharky

Celtic Horses

Stinging Grace

Broken by Maddening Sorrow

Feathery Masquerade

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven Lavey

Heaven Lavey is the protagonist/reader of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes & Darkling x You series Echo of Shadows

25 at the beginning of the series • Natural white hair • Blood witch (Heartrender) • French/Russian • Cold unhinged bitch

🌙 Playlist

🌙 Character Sheets: I. Presentation | II. Full Name

SERIES

⛧ Heaven in Your Eyes Shelby Brothers x Reader!OC x OC (Peaky Blinders)

⛧ Echo of Shadows The Darkling x Reader!OC (Shadow and Bone)

ASK

⛧ Heaven Shelby Headcanons

⛧ What if Arthur didn't exist? Who would be her man?

⛧ Height difference with Arthur

⛧ What does she think of Arthur's boxing hobby?

⛧ How much Heaven has changed from her 1st version?

⛧ What bedtime story would she tell to John's kids?

⛧ Has she seen the ocean?

⛧ Do the Changrettas know about Heaven?

⛧ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda

⛧ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda 2

⛧ May x Heaven AU

⛧ The best quotes for your characters

⛧ Overthinker or not?

⛧ How would a love story Eva x Heaven be?

⛧ Would Heaven falls for modern!Arthur from Loose Cannon?

⛧ Virtuous Ray of Sunshine x Ex Bad Guy

⛧ Takes on hearing Arthur speak Romani

⛧ What's Heaven's fav memory of Arthur? And his?

⛧ Cute Aggressions towards Arthur

⛧ Caption This!

⛧ Tommy Shelby x Heaven Poll

⛧ John Shelby x Heaven Discussion

⛧ Heaven’s past Affairs

⛧ How did Amos and Heaven meet

⛧ What would Heaven eat at a carnival?

⛧ What did Amos and Heaven's relationship look like?

MOODBOARDS & VISUALS

⛧ Heaven in Your Eyes 2nd moodboard

⛧ " Not so much an Angel"Ch.6

⛧ "You should be scared of me" Ch.12

⛧ Trick or Treat

⛧ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

⛧ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

⛧ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

⛧ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

⛧ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

⛧ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

⛧ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

⛧ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

⛧ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

⛧ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

⛧ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

⛧ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

⛧ Bird of a Feather (Tommy x Heaven x Jack x Eva by @evita-shelby)

⛧ Bayou Christmas (Mel and Heaven by @cljordan-imperium)

⛧ Heaven In Your Eyes ( by @v3n1c3b1tch3 )

⛧ Christmas Morning with Arthur and Heaven (by @peakyswritings)

⛧ Heaven’s face Imagined (by @heavencanbeaprisontoo)

⛧ 18th December with Heaven and Arthur

⛧ Heaven As... (Aesthetic tag game)

MENTIONED BY YOU...

⛧ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

⛧ Killing Me Softly pt. 5 (Cameo by @brummiereader)

⛧ Killing Me Softly pt.9

⛧ Garden of Eden (Eva Shelby x Heaven Shelby by @evita-shelby)

⛧ Garden of Eden pt.3

⛧ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

⛧ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

⛧ Garden and Pruning Shears (by @zablife)

⛧ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

⛧ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

⛧ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

⛧ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

⛧ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

next part of Heaven's masterlist

[something-ricked-this-way-comesx]

Rick Sanchez x Self - Insert OC Fan-Fiction

Hey guys٫

I have 10 chapters released on wattpad of my self-insert OC x Rick Sanchez fan fiction - if you liked my Dick Prime excerpt chapter please go give it a read 💜

Heres a little summary for you;

Aurora Augustine is an interdimensional traveler from X-258 - a dimension beyond the central finite curve where she is the smartest woman in the universe. She also happens to be the Rick Sanchez' best friend - whom she hasn't seen in 6 years. Long story short, when a romance goes bad and Rick saves her from the former, she enters back into his life almost as if she never left. Rick proposes that in order for Aurora to stay with the Smiths - she has to help him as he re-starts up his plan to eliminate Rick Prime to finally get justice for his dead wife and daughter. Aurora agrees and Rick realizes that her presence in his life starts to bring up feelings that he long thought were dead.

As always any feedback is encouraged and MUCH appreciated.

[grimmylover7]

Tag: 5 Songs: 3 Outfits

The lovely @skoll-sun-eater tagged me in this and it was way more difficult than I expected it to be!!??!

I'm not even sure who to tag so i'm just gonna throw some random @'s all over the place and if you see yourself pop up, and you've already done it, just tag me on that post. I'm an idiot XD

@duskvivie @thehautecouturewhore @capriskunk @imgnnafurgf

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

First up:

Eden "Rook" Davis:

"Can't Tame Her" by Zara Larsson

"And you can't tie her down When the night comes around Said she gonna party all night (all night) And you can't change her Can't blame her, can't tame her Can't tame her magic energy She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)"

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Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

"My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden"

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Cherry Wine by Hozier

"Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time"

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FREAK by Demi Lovato

"Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven sent

Get your tickets to the freak show, baby Step right up to watch the freak go crazy

I am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat Take a bite just to watch me bleed, freak"

____________________________________

Wasteland by Seether

"I remember the way you left me broken Don't shed a tear for me Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel"

Outfit ideas/Inspiration (Not mine btw, all found on pinterest)

She prefers to cover up because of the scarring. Tight fit clothes if possible. Head to toe. Maybe bare arms but even that's pushing it. She likes rough material too, something to scratch at her skin to bring sensation back in places were nerve damage left her numb.

ALRIGHT NOW:

Victor Cain:

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

"I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same"

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The Summoning by Sleep Token

"Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man"

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Just A Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams

"So What? You've blown a fuse? Well that happens to us all. Well, I come with great news. The day could change, change, change, change. We've all, of course, been there before Been there, crying, fighting, the dark. Let good energy be your strong - Wont get away-way-way-way This rainy day is temporary."

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Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

"Yeah, I see you looking, Looking for a sign Praying for a beacon, So here's the light My arms will be wide open For the moment you arrive, arrive When you set sail on your journey And happiness is far away Love will guide you 'til the morning Lead your heart down to the bay Don't resist the rain and storm I'll never leave you lost at sea"

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How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty

"I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, But its feeling just like every other morning before, Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come"

Outfit Ideas/Inspiration:

Victor is a layers kind of dude unless he's in gear. Then it's bulky enough for his tastes as is. He likes feeling weighted down. Definitely owns a weighted blanket somewhere lol

So yeah, here my Deputies, I hope this is informative to my precious babies in Chokehold because they are both dweebs and in need of loves <3 Thank @skoll-sun-eater for the tag!!!!

[jardimdaeden]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#𝑱𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑫𝑨𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑵 ⸻ this is my own 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆, killing any p a r a s i t e s, it's my world! i call it mine, it's mine, but i can see 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 so i'll invite you in tonight. you can stay as long you'd like. 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖤𝖣𝖤𝖭! love without reason, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, i know you feel it 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, the s w e e t e s t . . . ( ♡ )

conhecida como 𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑏𝑡, às vezes como paneleira e outras como gatinha laranja. ⸻ +25, ela/dela.

ㅤㅤ@ MUSES PERTURBADAS PELA EDEN.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑪 ⸻ arabella dankworth ( anya taylor joy & elizabeth debicki ) ⸻ @helterskxlter  /  leia o skeleton oficial aqui.  /  história.  /  linha do tempo.  /  pinterest.  /  playlist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑫 ⸻ guinevere viker ( dianna agron ) ⸻ @gwenacega  /  personagem oc.  /  história.  /  linha do tempo.  /  pinterest.  /  playlist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 ⸻ donna zhanlan ( jessie mei li & phillipa soo ) ⸻ @oldmxneys  /  leia o skeleton oficial aqui.  /  história.  /  linha do tempo.  /  pinterest.  /  playlist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 ⸻ richard miller ( joseph quinn & ben barnes & matt smith ) ⸻ @ringostxrs  /  leia o skeleton oficial aqui.  /  história.  /  linha do tempo.  /  pinterest.  /  playlist.

eu, como player, NÃO autorizo uso de material criado por mim utilizado em IAs generativas, seja para replies ou qualquer outra finalidade. todo material criado aqui é de propriedade intelectual da player e conectado unicamente com tbthqs.

[noratilney]

OC NEW YEARS CHALLENGE: day #1: what a tangled web we weave

Maia Smith + achievement

the red shoes (1948) / bunheads - sophie flack / just - radiohead / alexis carrel / arthur o'shaughnessy / guren no yumiya - amalee / sylvia plath / the book of disquiet - fernando pessoa / IQ84 - haruki murakami / pinterest / conversation with a neighbour - olga bergholz / pinterest / hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but i have it - lana del rey / letters to a young poet - rainer maria rilke / albert schweitzer / bluebell135 on deviantart / friedrich nietzsche / unknown / love letters or suicide notes - doc luben / / the basil and josephine stories - f. scott fitzgerald / unknown / everything changed when i forgave myself - charlotte erikson / someday i'll love ocean vuong - ocean vuong / east of eden - john steinbeck / william jennings bryan / dance academy / look at me now - iyaz

[evita-shelby]

Garden of Eden

Part iii

Cw: infidelity, mentions of sex, drama lots of fucking drama

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

Heaven Shelby is @call-sign-shark oc

(Prev)

(Next)

Gabriel has his distinctive features( and her coloring)and his premature birth is what moved his father’s heart to forgive her finally.

“I love you.” He had said without a hint of resentment or distrust. “Always have and always will.”

“We’re a match made in hell, Tom.” Eva had kissed him again as they enjoyed the quiet peace in her hospital room.

The witch doesn’t know who was more terrified, Eva who had never had a baby come earlier than the cards said or Tommy who had been about to tell her something before her back pain became a contraction.

As much as she is loath to admit it, this baby saved her marriage.

If it hadn’t been for him, Eva doesn’t know what would be of her knowing the wedding band on her finger won’t come off unless she’s dead.

But it’s easy to ignore the chains when you are happy, and she is happy with her children and her husband as her world tilts itself back into its right place in the months after Gabriel's birth.

Tommy ---unsurprisingly--- wins his election and had Eva cared about the feelings of the women he used like knives to hurt her; she would’ve been nicer to Jessie Eden who rounded up every communist to vote for him.

They are to celebrate this great achievement with a party they won’t forget.

Arthur and Heaven will be there.

And because she is coming, Tommy has decided he must stake his claim on his witch.

“Did you have to bite me?” Eva asks relieved to know no one will see it in the sexy number she’s gotten for the occasion.

“No one else but me is gonna be looking at you down there, Evie. If you’re a good girl for daddy, I’ll kiss it better when its over.” He said, burying his face in her stomach as they came down from that high she’d never trade for anything.

She had missed this, missed his neediness and unconditional trust and love.

As much as she had loved Heaven, she loved Tommy more.

Tommy was her soulmate; she couldn’t exist without him just as he couldn’t exist without her.

“Might lose a fork and return the favor during dinner.” She muttered and he agreed she should do it, mentioning with great fondness all those times he’d been handling business and she’d suck his prick like the good wife she is.

During one of the first campaign dinners, she’d snuck under the table and reminded him how good she was with her wicked mouth.

Eva had jokingly said she had gotten a sudden craving only he could satisfy and to this day she can’t look at white floor-length tablecloths without getting hot.

“I can lie and say we got a call from the American offices, that will give us all the time we need.” Her husband said as this pregame ritual ended.

They never got to do that.

Despite the awkwardness of two ex-lovers seeing each other and their husbands feeling the pinpricks of jealousy and other insecurities, the party is going fine.

Something is going make it all go to hell and Eva can’t relax because it has this feeling telling her it will be an unforgettable affair.

“You feel it too?” the French witch asks in her native language so only they ---and Thomas--- know what’s going on.

The last time she had a bad feeling this strong, she was shot by an Italian hired by Section D.

But everything is going great, too great. Like the calm before the storm.

In her anxiety, Eva bumps into someone and gets wine spilled all over her dress. Maybe it was that the witch thinks as she went upstairs to change.

But then Frances quietly pulled her aside saying a woman had come asking for her and her alone.

“Miss Stark is here.” Frances warns as she leads her to the kitchen and servant’s entrance and her wet dress forgotten.

This was the bad thing.

She knows it.

The witch knows exactly why Lizzie had the nerve to show up here after destroying their friendship by fucking her husband while their marriage was on the skids.

She knows what is waiting for her in the kitchen and yet Eva tells herself it might be something else.

And yet, Lizzie Stark stands there with a baby maybe a few weeks older than Gabe.

A little girl with a ruby red blanket with her name stitched on by Polly’s neat hand.

Eva hasn’t had a fainting spell in some years and suddenly it all came crashing down.

When she comes to, it takes Heaven and Ada to keep her from murdering Polly.

“You knew! You knew! You knew!” the witch seethed as the realization dawns on those gathered in the kitchens.

She had been brought upstairs, Lizzie taken to the cottage where the rest of the family stayed when they visited, and some lie is told to keep their guests none the wiser.

After her episode where she nearly throttled Polly, Polly who she trusted like an older sister, Polly who never kept a thing from her, she and tommy are left alone in their room.

“Evie, sweetheart.” He tries to calm her down, but she pushed him away feeling disgust at his touch. “I tried, but I---”

“But what, you knew you wouldn’t have a fucking leg to stand on when you made me beg for your love all those months.” The witch scoffed as she dried her tears and poured herself a glass of water and felt it shatter in her hands when her anger breaks it.

“I wanted to tell you, believe me, but I, I didn’t want to lose you.” He said justifying his fucking lies.

“She had a child, your child, Thomas!” Eva reminds him with a hiss.

In comparison to his fuck up, her fuck up looks minimal.

And it had been, Eva had not treated him differently, loved him just as she always did even when she escaped to Pebblebrock with Heaven for a weekend or two.

Lizzie had told him the day he called her to his office, and he’d told her it was over.

Lizzie had become his mistress because it hurt Eva. Lizzie had been amongst her first friends in Small Heath and that betrayal had hurt her enough to demand she never set foot in her house ever again.

Lizzie had held on to those feelings for him she had always had, and he used her weakness to hurt Eva.

Evie and I are going to give us another try; he had said looking at the coin that led him to his witch, we’re having another baby.

Tom, I’m pregnant, she had said in response.

Only Polly knew about Ruby and that picturesque cottage far away from Arrow, Warwickshire, Lizzie didn’t lack for anything.

She was free to live her own life and maybe one day Ruby would know her father and her half-siblings, or if her mother wanted to, have a better man to call father and not the fucker who only used her mother.

He had tried to tell her. He was going to that day Gabe was born, but he lost his nerve when he saw her look at him with the same adoration and love she had for him when Charlie and Diane had been born.

How could he ruin everything when they were finally happy again.

“I’m sorry, Evie.” He chokes on his words because he knows this is something she may not forgive.

Her affair didn’t result in a fucking child with his friend.

Her affair wasn’t the result of deliberate cruelty.

“If I wanted to leave, would you let me go?” she asks, and he stays silent.

The answer is no.

Tommy would never let her go, he’d rather kill her and himself than live a moment where Eva isn’t his nor he isn’t hers.

Even when he cheated on her to hurt her, his heart nor mind could ever entertain thoughts of letting her go and start anew with anyone else.

“We’re a match made in hell, love.” He said coming to sit beside her on their bed and cleaning up the mess he caused.

Whatever price she wanted him to pay, he’d pay it gladly.

One day she’d forgive him, just as he’d forgiven her.

[browzerhistory]

7 ad 15 for the ask game !! you mentioned having faith ocs i think? grabby hands .. or any oc of your choice 👍

ok spent like ten minutes searching for them and i can confirm i Have Not posted my faith ocs so you get a little lore dump :3

so there's 2 of them; their names are charity smith and eden mcdonald. charity is a pastor and eden is unemployed, having just tried and failed to get a degree for the second time and been forced to move back to her hometown in plainfield, connecticut.

eden's parents are super christian (hence her name) while she's agnostic, so they force her to go to church with them, where she meets charity, whose dad is a family friend. if it were a game, the playable part would probably start a month after they meet, around october 2012, when reports of mysterious disappearances start coming out of plainfield's neighboring county, sterling.

as for the Lore, their story takes place after the first ending of chapter three, where john and garcia delay the profane sabbath but don't defeat gary. by now, gary's gotten a lot of strength back and is on his way to attempt it again. charity and eden have to stop him; on the way, eden has a crisis of faith, charity almost gets sacrificed, and the two have near-simultaneous "am i gay?" moments.

i want their story to have, beyond the usual f:tut themes, lots of horror related to those big empty newer churches, the ones that just look kind of like ugly oversized houses (there are a lot of those around where i live so i have plenty of inspiration hdhfn). i also want to incorporate the feeling of being doomed to the small town you grew up in, like no matter what you do, it sucks you back in.

ANYWAYS onto the actual ask game bit:

7. what's their pain tolerance?

charity's is pretty low compared to the normal person, and very low compared to eden, who has a bunch of tattoos and piercings (originally a point of contention between the two, but eventually contributes to charity's lesbian awakening). eden makes fun of her about it sometimes, but she's always kind when charity gets hurt and needs help bandaging/medicating/etc.

15. how do they kill? do they try to minimize suffering?

when it gets to the point when the two are in the Thick of it, fighting demons and thralls and whatnot, charity doesn't really care about suffering, she just goes for efficiency. if it's less painful for her opponent to die quicker, it doesn't matter to her. they're demons, she's a warrior of god, that whole schtick.

eden, once she gets past the "DEMONS ARE REAL???" phase, feels bad about having to kill them, even when they attack her. she normally doesn't mind the sight of blood, but it's one thing to see like. a broken arm, and another entirely to see mangled corpses of barely-humanoid creatures from hell, y'know?

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Finally made the first definitive Camper list and Which Parent/Cabin they belong to:

Big thanks to @goldrose-star, @devil-doll13, and @solmints-messyocdiary for helping me keep my thoughts together and to everyone that asked to have their OC's added to this AU, it wouldn't have gotten this big without all of you! That being said if there's any oc I've missed or if there's an OC you'd like me to add that isn't on this list please dm me! I'm happy to compile a new list!

Zeus

Isabella "Izzy" Madison @the-pinstriped-hood

Posideon

Calder "Cal" Beechum @rottent33th

Rón - @ajarofpickledtears

Finley - @solmints-messyocdiary

Hades

Milo Vess @slaasherslut

Ciarán @devil-doll13

Persephone "Percy" Jones @the-pinstriped-hood

Hera

N/a

Athena

Vincenzo @solmints-messyocdiary

The Librarian @devil-doll13

Aphrodite

Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair - Cannon

Vincent Sinclair - Cannon

Magnolia "Maggie" Sinclair - @soupbabe

Eden Sinclair @sketchy-rosewitch

Lester Sinclair - Cannon

Selena - @ajarofpickledtears

Deen (Dogface) - @solmints-messyocdiary

Apollo

Eric (The Patron) - @solivagant-muse

Avana "Ava" Walker - @slaasherslut

Cylas - @ajarofpickledtears

Jude - @devil-doll13

Clay - @rottent33th

Alicia - @ajarofpickledtears

Artemis

Emil Müller - @soupbabe

Hermes

Sammy (Skulk) - @probably-a-plant-thing

Frankie Smith - @sketchy-rosewitch

Maxwell "Max" Holt - @devil-doll13

Dionysus

Red -@damien-mlm

Arden - @solmints-messyocdiary

Griffin - @rottent33th

Hephaestus

Archie - @the-pinstriped-hood

Axel - @solmints-messyocdiary

Ares

Darrell Hosea Todd - @bluecoolr

Iris - @solmints-messyocdiary

Cathryn - @ajarofpickledtears

Zach - @devil-doll13

Demeter

Eleonora "Ellie" Mason - @rottent33th

AJ - @goldrose-star

Adam - @devil-doll13

Esther - @ajarofpickledtears

Hypnos

"Alice" -@solmints-messyocdiary

Nemesis

Ophelia -@solmints-messyocdiary

Candy - @ajarofpickledtears

Hecate

Abigail -@devil-doll13

Taylor - @ajarofpickledtears

Iris

Mila - @solmints-messyocdiary

Hebe

Odile - @solmints-messyocdiary

[sketchy-rosewitch]

I’m Bored, send me an ask about any of my boards on Pintrest and I’ll give you a mini moodboard of some pins (you can send as many asks as you want)

Drawing

Bo Sinclair Inspo

Tattoo Inspo

Tommy Philips

Eden Sinclair

Frankie Smith

Bo x male!reader

Franky Inspo

Frankie x Bo x Franky

Fanfic Inspo

Birthday outfits

Rosalie Genevieve Nods II

OC Inspo

Candy Bishop

Marshall Fredricks

Disturbia

[simplegenius042]

If you want, come down to my inbox and ask for any of my main eight OCs:

Joaquin Cobalt - Protagonist of The UnTitledverse, a kid that grows and faces adversity throughout the four sagas, finding his identity as he does.

Silva Omar - Protagonist of Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and Old Dusk in The Silver Chronicles, a junior deputy with a past shrouded in mystery who fights against the tragedy that follows her for a chance at normalcy, the newest challenge being a local cult in Hope County, Montana; the Project at Eden's Gate.

Haoyu Anabuki - Protagonist of Life, Despair & Monsters, they're the half-sibling of Monika and finds themself caught in the fray of a series of twisted social experiments run by the Ruins of the Midnight Rise and its director, Sir Enigma Malvolio.

Archangel Metatron - Protagonist of my original WIP, Wings And Horns, Metatron is the archangel of life, who is tasked to preserve the Soulmate System with his cadet, a young angel of death.

Jade Smith & Jasmine Rafiq - Protagonists of the An Old Ballad of Chance and Ember Hearts Trilogy (an original WIP trilogy), both women are two of the first humans to explore and travel the Multiverse, as girlfriends of course.

Ortega "Ore" Brantley & Marissa "Ress" Bishop - Protagonists of A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, both are half-siblings who go across the remnants of America's post-nuclear wasteland to hunt down and end their father, the Arcane Urias, and his Occult.

Meta OC Questions

Once upon a time, I posted a series of questions asking about thematic/symbolic elements in relation to ocs.

Well now I've decided to create a new set of oc questions, this time touching upon meta elements of them as well as how they interact with the world they're placed in.

I'm mostly aiming these questions at fandom ocs (which is more obvious in some later questions) but these could also apply to wholly original characters.

..........

What inspired you to create your oc?

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

What is the origin of the character's name?

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.

Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

[haunted-hollow-qrow]

So I was watching the LA Chromatic Ball on Hulu (in my Lady Gaga Obsession Era)

And I have a bit of a crazy/ambitious idea.

I haven’t finished Chromatica Ball yet, but I want to draw one of my ocs for each song (outfits may repeat but characters and poses won’t)

I really hope I can do this^^

The characters I’ll be using will be

1. Callian Alistar [He/It]

2. Eden Nightingale [They/Them]

3. Virgil Jones [It/Its]

4. Kori “Phantom” King [He/Him] 🏳️‍⚧️

5. Briar Dane [She/Her]

6. Ravyn Monroe [She/Her]

7. Marshall Graves [He/She/They]

8. Zero Nil [He/Him/Any]

9. Nine Nil [He/Him/Any]

10. Necromancer [He/Him]

11. Nox Z. Pandora [He/It]

12. Jett Rose Smith [She/They]

13. Salem Murphy [She/Her/Any]

14. Malachi Graves [He/Him]

15. Zeke Harbinger [He/It]

16. Grimm Abernathy [They/It]

17. Kerebus [They/It/He/She/Any]

18. Sadie Bennett [She/It]

19. Dusk Graham [It/Its]

20. Ziminiar “Zip” Zimmerman [He/Him]

21. Marcus Ashcroft [He/Him]

22. Corvid Nevermore [It/They]

P.S. Malachi and Marshall are not related I just really like the last name Graves and it’s just a coincidence that they both have M names I made they a completely different times

[rgealism]

this merely a simple list since i'm too lazy to make a gdocs! you can also request specific fcs to me and i'll happily create a new muse to suit your taste.

naomi wong, twenty-eight, public relations staff, she/they  ──  fc: havana rose liu

lucia ‘lux’ ramos, thirty, celebrity make-up artist, she/her   ──  fc: camila mendes

sunday karnchana ratanarak, twenty-seven, former child actor turned influencer, she/her  ──  fc: mint ranchrawee

eden beaumont, twenty-six, heiress to a global haute couture, she/her  ──  fc: savannah lee smith

sofía roldán, twenty-three, guitarist for her uprising indie band, she/her  ──  fc: maia reficco

blodwyn clarke, twenty-four, graphic design intern, she/her  ──  fc: serena motola

talia jameson, twenty-six, chop shop tech and street racer, she/they  ──  fc: amandla stenberg

andrea 'andy' hargreaves, twenty-nine, finance manager, she/her  ──  fc: anya taylor-joy

vivienne song, twenty-five, model-influencer, she/her  ──  fc: kim doyeon

marisol alvarez, twenty-five, archivist intern with a side hustle of tarot reading, they/she  ──   fc: lizeth selene

irène deveraux, thirty-six, club owner member of a crime syndicate, she/her  ──  fc: léa seydoux

briar carson, thirty-three, fashion journalist, she/her  ──  fc: laura harrier

serena carr, twenty-three, student and a part-time bartender a nepobaby with estranged family, she/they  ──  fc: sophie thatcher

maxine ‘max’ steele, twenty-six, art curator, she/her  ──  fc: daisy edgar-jones

more ocs, especially males, will be added in the future.