#Sadie thinkin

[blaithnne]

No idea why there’s so much debate over Hilda’s last name when it’s clear that her full name is Hilda The Series

[beentobeetle]

Sadie gets killed in a gunfight and gets reincarnated as a mountain lion. Her first thought is to go find the Marston family and mess with them, with the help of Wolf!John ofc (There’s fur everywhere :/)

[wildlcck]

UNDERLYING MOTIF x

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable.

[razzafrazzle]

been thinkin about... little shop of horrors alt pantheon au.........

[image description: a page of drawings of four original characters, rusty, chela, sadie, and sara, as characters from little shop of horrors. rusty, a tan-skinned woman with medium-length dark blonde hair, is seymour, and is looking nervous while carrying sara, a large cherry-like plant with sharp teeth, as audrey 2. there are two other drawings of sara, one where she has her mouth open, and another where she is a sprout. next to rusty is chela, a lanky pale-skinned woman with short teal hair and round glasses, as orin, dancing with the text "white woman jumpscare" written next to her. finally is sadie, a bulky demon woman with short purple hair, as audrey, who is waving shyly at the viewer with her other arm in a sling. end id]

[purelyfiction]

from knockout’s spotify: if we ever tried ;; hangman & knockout playlist 

jaded - aerosmith

runaround - van halen

you proof - morgan wallen

only angel - harry styles 

tourist in this town - maddie & tae

two ghosts - harry styles

the tide - niall horan

wonder - shawn mendes

do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys

could’ve just left me alone - alexa cappelli 

devil doesn’t bargain - alec benjamin

all at once - the fray

lose somebody - kygo & onerepublic

r u mine? - arctic monkeys

865 - morgan wallen

8 letters - why don’t we

always - bon jovi

remember you young - thomas rhett

how not to - dan + shay

cruel summer - taylor swift

the way i loved you (taylor’s version) - taylor swift

breathe - kansh

muscle memory - kelsea ballerini

chain smokin’ - morgan wallen

if he wanted to he would - kylie morgan

burn - carrie underwood

small doses - bebe rexha

7 summers - morgan wallen

dangerous - morgan wallen 

wyd now? - sadie jean

leave your life - ed sheeran

still into you - paramore

friend - gracie abrams

please notice - christian leave

fuck up the friendship - leah kate

friends don’t - maddie & tae

that way - tate mcrae

if i didn’t love you - jason aldean, carrie underwood

when you’re gone - acoustic - shawn mendes

feel like shit - tate mcrae

see you later (ten years) - jenna raine

thinkin’ bout me - morgan wallen 

money on me - morgan wallen 

death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift

mr. perfectly fine (taylor’s version) (from the vault) - taylor swift

green eyes - JOSEPH

heartbeat - childish gambino

[allzelemonz]

Warm Welcome: Micah Bell X Gender Neutral Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Reference to sex Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, reunited, post-Guarma, mentions of cannon character deaths, confessions of love Summary: Micah is the first to find the group after Guarma and he’s been thinking about you for weeks.

When news hit that the robbery went bad you weren’t completely surprised. You and Sadie got everyone out of camp as quickly as possible, finding Charles and a new home. Sadie left a note behind, coded so only one of you would understand it. Between Abigail and Charles’ accounts of the job everyone pieces things together. Whispers circulate as people try to figure out why things really went wrong. Dutch, Javier, Micah, Bill, and Arthur are central parts of the group and are sorely missed. Getting the bodies of your fallen friends would have been much easier with the others here, but you manage.

Just as things really start to look bleak and people are starting to lose hope, you spot something in the distance. You’ve taken the late watch for the past few days, finding peace it it despite the creepy nature surrounding you. Nothing is ever there, nothing of note. But tonight there is a rider on the path. A lone rider coming into camp and you’re the only one awake.

You raise your rifle. “Who’s there?”

The rider stops a few yards from you, dismounting. “Now is that any way to greet your ol’ pal Micah?”

He walks into the light of the lanterns. It is, in fact, Micah. His face is sunburnt, his hair is dried out, and his clothes are ragged, but it’s Micah.

“You’re alive?” You say, lowering your rifle. “What happened?”

He sighs. “I was gone for weeks and all you got is questions?”

“Welcome back, Micah.” You say, mockingly. “Where the hell were you?”

“Ya really know how ta charm a fella.” He says, stepping closer. “We was stuck on an island, nearly died.”

“We found Lenny and Hosea, is everyone else okay?”

“They’re fine.” He clears his throat. “Ya know, cowpoke, all that time got me thinkin’.”

“Don’t you want to go see everyone?” You ask. “Nevermind, I know you don’t care.”

He chuckles. “There’s only one thing I been thinkin’ about since I washed up on that island.”

You shoulder your rifle, giving him a curious look. He steps forward, further into the light, and you can see more of his rough state. His shirt is halfway buttoned and the skin underneath is settling into a tan as the sunburn peels away. He looks worse than you’ve ever seen him.

“Jeez, Micah.” You sigh. “You okay?”

“I will be in a minute, Darlin’.”

He closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face and holding you in place. His lips are chapped, badly, and his hands are tough with calluses. He leans into the kiss, putting all of that pent up thought from his time on the island into it. He only lets you go once he needs to breathe, holding your forehead against his as you both take much needed breaths.

“That was a much better welcome, cowpoke.” He presses a short kiss to your lips and hums as he lets his hands fall to his sides.

“That’s all you could think about?”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a few steps back. “Oh, I thought about plenty more, but we got time for all that later.”

It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts and refocus. “I’ll, uh, I’ll show you where they put your stuff.”

You turn and walk towards the main house, tip-toeing around the others to grab Micah’s bag and a cup of water. He takes the water from you first, chugging it with a sigh. You hand him the bag and he takes it, opening it right away to get at his hat which he places on his head.

“The washing barrel is around the corner.” You say. “You wanna see the others or do you still not care?”

He chuckles, digging through the bag for his usual clothes. “I’d much rather stay out here with you, Darlin’.”

A shiver goes through you. “Just don’t distract me from watch.”

He steps closer and presses his lips to yours again. “I ain’t promisin’ anything, darlin’.”

You steady your breath as he steps away and disappears around the corner towards the washing barrel. The relief finally comes over you, knowing that your friends are alive and on their way home. Things might finally get back on track.

[wildlcck]

❛ little jack marston... ❜ she pats both his shoulders with a wide and warm, disbelieving grin, holding him in place by his upper arms for a moment to get a better look at him (and the scratch on that strangely familiar jacket of his). it's like she's holding the past in her hands. ❛ 'course, you ain't so little now. last i saw you, you was barely knee high to a grasshopper. when i first laid eyes on you here, i thought my mind was playin' tricks on me. why, you're the spittin' image of your daddy. but, you got your mama's looks, too. ❜ her smile falters a little at that. ❛ your ma an' pa... they was good people. they was always real good to me. i wish i knew what to say... or how to damn well say it. ❜ of course, she'd say say nothing of the tears that stained the pages which brought the news. or the sleepless nights. nor the restless days. didn't feel like they were her tears to cry. she reaches out an uncertain hand, settling on patting his forearm and clearing her throat. ❛ but, now... well, now i think you look just about the right age to do some drinkin' an' catchin' up with an old family friend. i feel it's only right i give you some warnin', kid- you might have a few years on me. but, i will drink you under the table. or, maybe we could get us some grub- get you fed up. you're built like the side of a dollar bill. ❜ she signals to the barkeep and speaks with him briefly, downing a shot of whiskey from the tray he soon brings them. ❛ so, tell me, jack. what brings you down these parts? just what are you doin' with yerself these days, now that yer grown? what, uh... what about the ranch? ❜ another shot. ❛ i remember your mama sayin' somethin' about you wantin' to be a lawyer or a lawman or somethin'? i remember you bein' quite the storyteller or storywriter too, back in the day. you still writin' stories? can't imagine you'd be short of one or two. ❜

Finding Miss Adler wasn't that hard. He'd heard she was down South, so South he went. She was a bounty hunter, he remembered that much from the time she stopped by Beecher's Hope and asked his Pa and Charles to ride with her, they was going to find Micah. His Ma had been against it but John went anyway, he now knew he felt like he owed it to Arthur to put Micah down. Jack couldn't judge his Pa, he had the same plans for Ross. Evil son of a bitch he was.

It'd been a few days, then weeks of riding, but leave it to Jack to be able to make a fool of himself when meeting her for the first time in years. He'd gotten into a gunfight, bullet had grazed his jacket... ARTHUR'S JACKET. One of the precious few things he had left of his family, he was more annoyed than anything. He'd have to sew it back together. At least he was decent with a thread and needle.

@wildlcck. ❝ you alright? you’re not hurt, are you? ❞

Her voice was familiar. Like a half-forgotten dream, it was. He looked up at her from his spot in a nearby saloon where he was busy patching up the jacket. He gave her a half-smile and nodded. "This? Don't worry 'bout it, Miss Adler—just a scratch. I'm Jack Marston. You knew my Pa." Best to get the introductions out of the way. It'd been seven years, he'd changed a lot in those years.

And yet, she was still Miss Adler. Couldn't bring himself to call her Sadie. His Ma insisted on proper manners, and so had Dutch and Uncle Hosea, or at least that's what he remembered.

[modharlow]

I was wondering if you could write something for Sadie and a fem! reader, if you’re still taking rdr2 requests that is! (I don’t know how old this blog is I just got here) but the reader is basically sadie’s opposite! Soft, quiet, yknow the whole deal. Reader wants to learn how to shoot so she can help the gang but her hands are too shakey to hold the gun properly, and Sadie has to hold reader’s hands up,, HOO boy imagine being held from behind by Mrs. Adler I would fuckinf sob ok I love her-

​​​​​​​She had no problem pressing her chest against your back as she muttered instructions in your ear. Her hands clasped around yours to keep your aim steady and precise. "It's a bottle, dear." She reassures as you shake in her hold. "Ain't nothin' that can feel pain. It's just glass, don't worry. All you gotta do is hit it."

Sadie rests her chin on your shoulder and slips one of her hands flat on your stomach. "Take in a deep breath and when you let it out," she applies pressure to your trigger finger until a shot rings out and glass shards fly like diamonds, "Shoot."

She knows the air leaving your lungs is more relief than excitement, so she presses a long kiss to the side of your face. "I know it's scary, darlin'. But I don't ever want you to feel defenseless. Like you can't do nothin' if you're in danger."

"I know." You find your voice and turn towards her with a miniscule smile. "I know, Sadie. I thank you."

"No. Thank you for lettin' me teach you."

When she properly laid eyes on you for the first time you were sewing up some clothes, looking so content like you weren't surrounded by self-proclaimed killers and outlaws, she had wondered what a flower was doing amongst weeds. You didn't look like you could hurt a fly–hell, she even saw you apologize to Bill when he spilt soup on you–so her desire to teaching you wasn't only for self-defense, but to ease her worries. After Jake, she wasn't sure she could handle another love dying without snapping and becoming Hell on Earth.

(Gang be damned, she'd take everyone down with her.)

"Of course." You say. You bring her revolver towards your chest to admire the detailings and shine. "I know I ain't for this hard life but... You're right. I don't ever want to feel helpless neither."

Taking in a deep breath, you hand Sadie back her gun and watch how easily she slips it back into her holster. It's become second nature with how much she practices shooting, even if she gets scolded by Micah that she's "wastin' bullets".

"Good." She replies.

She offers a smile reserved for those close to her while planting a palm on your lower back. "Why don't we get back and you can tell the girls how your first lesson gone." She chuckles as she starts leading you back to camp. "Can even tell them you did it yourself."

"No way," you immediately deny. "I'll give credit where credit is do so, Mrs. Adler, the credit is yours." You pat her shoulder as you walk with a grin. "No better teacher than you, I say." You pause. "Don't tell any of the men I said that."

"Aw, and here I was hopin' to make 'em jealous of a pretty woman thinkin' so highly of me." She says with a shake of her head.

"Sadie!" You scold through laughter. "We don't need the men with bruised skin and egos!"

[pinkysberg]

It makes me crazy when people say that Sadie's arc does not link back to the theme of no glory revenge. she did not get her revenge then have a happy ending, she ended the game alone and unable to connect with anyone even her friends and saying she wanted to die, and we don't know what happened to her after that. At least Arthur was remembered.

(not a knock personally against your post I just I spend a lot of time watching RDR lore videos on youtube a lot of people in the comments do not understand the characters or themes of this story and it drives me crazyyyy. and yeah your Sadie post got me thinkin)

love your Dutch video btw. your name is funny bc I have a horse in RDR2 named pinky haha💖

my post was very much a joke but yes i agree. a lot of ppl seem to think sadie betrays the themes the game sets forth about revenge and i sincerely disagree. my joke was more i think she should be allowed to get revenge without being criticized lol (one: bc her reasoning is more than fair, but two: shes a girl hehe) anyway, you're right she ends her arc in rdr2 in a significantly worse place than she starts and i also argue she's almost perfectly set up for a redemption arc and wouldn't be shocked at all if a new red dead project focused on her. and would welcome it!

[blaithnne]

If Hilda season 3 involves Johanna getting back together with Hilda’s biological dad I think it’ll be over for me. Sadie dead thousands injured

[eisforeidolon]

Q: When you have to get into character, like a crying scene, like when Dean's crying on the rock because spoiler alert Mary dies -

Jared: Wow!

Jensen: Wait, when I'm what? When Dean's crying on the rock? [fan repeats] Oh, yeahyeahyeahyeah. [pause] Right.

Q: How do you get into - both of you - how do you get into that character - or, not character, like zone, I guess? Into that crying role? And then when it's over, are you like, [fake tough voice] 'I'm ready to go fight somebody', are you in the feels all day after?

Jensen: Yeah, that's how I am in real life. I'll watch a - a commercial and I'll be like [exaggerated distressed inhale, gets up and walks off], 'I wanna go fight somebody!' No, I just go to the bathroom for some tissue.

Jared: I just think of the saddest moment of my life. No, I think he and I are similar. One of my least favorite things I can see on a script is stage direction saying they break down, or they cry. Or something. And so many scenes in Supernatural - I can't necessarily name one right now - but so many scenes that didn't say Dean cries or Sam cries or Dean breaks down or Sam breaks down? We did, you know? And so many scenes also, vice versa, say Sam sheds a tear, Dean breaks down - it just didn't, it didn't feel right? So we just kind of - I think we just let the scenes happen? I feel like as the seasons progressed, when we get to like 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and so on and so forth? [points to baby crying in audience] You feel me! I feel like it was just one of those things where we'd do a scene and we'd rehearse it and be like, 'Oh, wow! That felt more powerful than I anticipated looking at the page.' [Jensen nods] So then you get to set and one of the characters kinda breaks down a little bit - okay, go with it! And vice versa. It'd be a really sadly written scene where they're talking about loss or fear or something, but it didn't feel like the characters would approach it with sadness as much as frustration? So it's - I think by - pretty quickly we had a pretty good idea of who Sam and Dean were, and then as the show progressed, the writers kind of wrote Sam and Dean to Jared and Jensen, and so they trusted us with like, 'Hey if this is a scene where y'all make a joke, we're not gonna write Dean says kiddingly yadda yadda or Sam says, you know, emotionally yadda yadda. They just kinda wrote our dialogue. And, like, y'all do y'all's thing! So I feel like that's more how I approach it.

Jensen: There's also a large capacity of confidence within the character that we have as actors. [Jared: Right.] And I mean I - to brag on him a bit [hits Jared's knee] - I remember watching him, cause in the first season, a little episode called Heart. Sam loses - what was her name? [Audience: Madison!] Madison! Yeah, and has a really, y'know, emotional scene. And Jared really got into a headspace that day, and I remember watching him on set and he was - I mean, just in a corner, just like sittin on the floor, just kinda rocking. And these lighting setups can take half hour, forty five minutes sometimes. And he was staying in this emotional - you can't do that for ten hours a day. [Jared shakes his head no.] And I remember asking him, I was like, 'Dude, what are you thinkin about?' And he was like, 'I'm thinking about my dog Sadie dying.' And that's, that's - and I mean, my God, like how emotionally taxing that must have been for him to do that for several hours, just to stay in an emotional state so that when they yelled action, he could shed tears. And -

Jared: That was the last time I did that.

Jensen: That was the last time he did it. And I watched him as not just as a scene partner and a friend, but I got to watch him as an audience member and see Jared figure out a way to tell Sam's story through actual emotion that he had for the character. And so when we got to season 15 and we had that barn scene, those weren't two actors thinking about something else that made them emotional so that they could put on an emotional face for their character. These were two actors who were so deeply invested and confident in their character that all we had to think about was Dean dying and Sam losing his brother. And the tears, and the emotion, just kind of swept us up. So yeah, it evolved over the course of the show. And getting out of it when they yelled cut? Sometimes - you know, you're essentially tricking your body into thinking that something horrible is happening? And your body is reacting by -

Jared: Your body doesn't know.

Jensen: Your body is - I remember, there were several times but I remember the one time when I was recounting Dean's experience in hell to Sam and they yelled cut and I had to walk away, because my body was shaking, because my body was thinking that I was going through something very traumatic. And it's interesting because those leave little scars on your heart. Those leave little impressions on your soul, because your body reacted to what they thought were real. And even though we knew in our brain it wasn't - we went through that process, physically. And so yeah, I had to go and walk that off because I couldn't stop - the tears just kept coming and my body was shaking and I was like [exaggerated blinking, shaking out his hands]. And so, you know.

Q: So you weren't ready to go fight anybody after?

Jared: He would've.

Jensen: Yeah, you know, I went and boxed a tree.

Jared: And we're not, like, woo-woo guys. We're southern. We're both Texans, born and bred [audience cheers] - yeah, thank you. The idea that someone's like, 'Oh, well if you do a crying scene you're gonna go home and you're gonna feel exhausted cause your body was just crying.' I'm like [loud scoffing noise]. Surrrre. Like I'm acting, I memorized the lines. But it's legit. Having done it now for 23 years, done 450 episodes of television? Yeah, you do a scene where everybody's having a good time and riding horses or laughing or joking or you're - nutcracker whatever? You gotta go home and you're laughing. You feel like you should invite friends. You do a scene where someone's, where your brother is dying? I slept for days after we shot that barn sequence. I just had no energy, I had no dopamine in my body. And I was like, this is really weird, I slept eight hours last night, I never sleep eight hours, why can I not get out of bed to go to the bathroom or whatever?

Jensen: It's strange that an emotional scene is more physically taxing on you than a day of fight scenes. It's strange but it just is, it's coming from within and it just exhausts you.

Jared: Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: It's also one of those things - just like a day of fight scenes - where at the end of it? Man, you really feel like you hung your hat on that day. Like I put in the work today. [Jared nods along and mouths yeah and same] Like I felt that, and that's always a good feeling when you know you - when you feel like you really delivered.

[wildlcck]

THE ANGEL THAT IS SUNSHINE (@soughtserenity): Sadie did you ever want kids before everything happened or were you and your Jake happy with things just as they were ?

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the shot glass from earlier lies empty, long abandoned now. she's started helping herself to some generous sips from the bottle instead- one. then, another. ❛ we thought about it. talked about it. we tried our fair share o' times. but... it wa'n't on the cards for us. ❜ lighting a cig with a small, faltering, faraway smile (one of the few she knows now). ❛ i know he woulda loved bein' a daddy, my jakey. he never did say all that much about it. he always said i was all the world he was ever gonna want or need. that our little world, this life of ours we was buildin' together... that was big enough, more than enough, for him. but, he thought about it. i know he did. i knew what he was thinkin', what was on his mind... without him sayin' nothin'. always did. ❜ she can remember fretting something fierce about it. 'cause they'd have this other mouth or mouths to feed and care for on their hands. and how would any kid of hers, with her having this cold stone for a heart, who'd come from a woman like her momma, who'd come from a momma like hers before her be any different? how could she or they be anything other than cold- hard? then, feeling some relief. a little sadness somewhere, too. for him. maybe some for herself. she did get to wondering. thinking if maybe she, if they, couldn't do it different. so, maybe she wasn't the mothering kind. but, in a warm, loving house, a home, with a man who's all love and heart? it could be different. they could do it different. so, she'd started thinking and they'd started talking about a stubborn-hearted, wild thing of a girl running 'round, one with unruly blonde hair. just like her. playing to her and teaching silly old nursery rhymes on the harmonica. or maybe a boy, with his kind eyes and heart. them reading to him and him always with his head stuck in some book. how different it'd be. she lost track of the tries, eventually. stopped counting, talking or wanting about it. got a little angry. a little sad maybe, too. she never did like having nothing taken from her, taken out of her hands. she always wanted to not want something. or to want to. then, she came across that little lopsided donkey-horse again, tucked away someplace, a little dusty now. the one he'd been trying to carve for what seemed like forever (she'd picked splinter after splinter out of his hands- he never was all that handy or practical, her jake). she was always saying how it looked more like an ass. he always laughed at that. but, he was determined, all right. he told her he was gonna make a whole ranch, even if it killed him (and his damn hands). how they'd learn their girl or boy all about theirs. how she could teach them to ride someday. one night, when they was doing the washing up, she wanted to tell him how she loved that stupid little horse. and him. about everything and all the nothing. then, a plate slipped from her hands. and then, she wanted nothing more than to break, to shatter them one after the other. so, she did, sobbing or screaming or something in between the two. he didn't say a word, her jake. just tended gently to her bloodied hands, all ridden with cuts. wiped carefully at the tears. held her in his warm, loving arms. he didn't say nothing when she replaced the plates a day or so later. just held her a little tighter at night, in the dark and quiet. ❛ he woulda made a great daddy, ma jake. the best. ❜

[forbiddenwestern]

all the ppl hc’ing sadie adler as a lesbian got me thinkin about when ppl did that to me bc I was afab and masc and they never believed I could like men bc of that (like sadie obviously loves jakey in the same way I love my boyfriend, I genuinely dk how anyone can doubt that unless theyve never had reciprocated love) like ppl never consider egg headcanons bc they like to pretend trans ppl don’t exist and make every masc afab person a lesbian to erase us (so fkn typical for trans men esp ones who like men like we can never ever escape erasure) but sadie’s a whole egg to me. every typical transmasc trait in a person but ppl read it as butchy bc they are unacquainted with trans men and we make them uncomfortable bc how dare a pussy haver possess masculine traits but be too defiant to accept simple tomboyism. like the phenomenon of ‘we lost a lesbian’ about elliot page, they trivialize what we’re actually like to reduce us to our genitals so they dont gotta question too much if they think we’re hot as a girl. and u can be afab and edgy and still like men idk why so many people have gotta pretend like thats impossible

[vergeoftearz]

sadie

i hope she knows she’s the only one saving me and giving me a reason to keep existing haha. i ain’t see a future past 18 before her but when i had the party for my birthday and she came in my life at like one of my lowest points of my life. i talked to her for a little bit knowin i was still probably gonna check out but she just had sum that made me like drawn to her and i couldn’t understand why. i would wanna know more about her , wanna get to know why she is the way she is , wanna know her future plans and goals , wanna know what her outlook on life is , and many more genuine questions. and even 4 months in i just can’t get enough of her and still wanna know more haha. i go thru her repost every morning and night and anytime throughout the day i think of her or see something that reminds me of her just cus i vent thru my repost and i wanna see if she does the same so i can understand her more without her having to build up the courage to speak about it. i know it’s hard to speak up cus i have nightmares about the day i finally open up haha. some of its cute stuff or whatever and some might be sad or like stuff that reminds me of my repost (my repost are probably the most depressing , gut wrenching , horrible repost ever). and i don’t ever want her to feel the way i feel what the heck haha. this shit is horrible and only meant for me because i can handle it. i hate thinkin about it cus like she doesn’t deserve none of the pain or shit she go thru like she’s such an amazing person inside and out. and everytime i see them i try my hardest to do better and reassure her more and comfort her better but i just get lost in my words and cats catch my tounge before i can say anything. i wish i comforted her more. i wish i could take all the sadness out her heart and put it into mine. i wish i could give all the love i have left in my body and give it to her so she knows she’s loved very deeply for all she is. i’d give her my entire existence for what it’s worth haha. she’s made such a big impact on my life there’s no way she can ever comprehend it. i really do genuinely adore her haha. she has a very big piece in my heart and it will stay hers for eternity haha.

[razzafrazzle]

various erises. just thinkin about how much she changed pre-alt pantheon :o] also thinkin about the wonders of getting turned into a funky little imp while simultaneously transitioning

[image description: a page of drawings of an original character named eris at various stages of her life. the first is her at around 18, where she has short, straight blonde hair, blue and green eyes, pale skin, and is wearing a white and purple t-shirt with a crucifix necklace. next to the picture is a note stating that she is pre-demonification. the second is her at around 22, where her hair has grown out and is now ratty with bright red at the roots. her eye colors are fading into white, and she has fangs, a demon tail, stubble, and a jaded expression on her face. she is dressed in a white tank top, underwear, and socks and has a cigarette. the last is her at around 30, where she now has a short bright red mullet, completely white eyes, demon horns, and top-surgery scars. next to her are notes stating that sadie cuts her hair and that she is more will-adjusted post-college and now fully demonturned. end id]

[loyalpromise]

“Hey, you did nothing wrong…” / for miss mary beth, from sadie <3

          she  knows  that  she  didn’t,  but  it  didn’t  make  the  guilt  subside.  it  hadn’t  been  her  fault  that  kieran  had  gotten  taken,  tortured,  and  then  put  on  display  for  all  to  see,  but  she  couldn’t  quiet  the  voice  in  her  head  that  blamed  herself,  anyway.  she  could’ve  done  something  and  maybe  it  all  could’ve  been  different.  she  knew  that  thinking  about  ‘what-ifs’  wasn't  going  to  change  anything,  but  she  couldn’t  just  turn  her  brain  off  from  them.

          hearing  sadie’s  words  of  reassurance  and  sympathy  brought  mary-beth  out  of  her  thoughts.  she’d  been  keeping  to  herself,  not  too  keen  on  allowing  others  to  see  her  grieving  the  loss  of  a  man  who  had  hardly  been  liked  by  the  group  as  it  was.  she  didn’t  like  the  attention  that  could  be  brought  to  her  from  her  grief,  either,  but  it  seemed  as  though  sadie  had  caught  her  and  her  red-rimmed  eyes  gave  her  away.

          taking  quick  swipes  at  her  puffy  cheeks  with  the  backs  of  her  hands,  mary-beth  let  out  a  slightly  shaky  sigh.  she  couldn’t  bring  herself  to  meet  sadie’s  gaze,  instead,  training  her  eyes  on  the  grass  at  her  feet  as  she  murmured,  “ i  know,  i  just…  keep  thinkin’  there  was  somethin’  i  coulda  done—i  dunno… ”

/ @wildlcck