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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year ago

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Case of the Ex: Part I

Summary: Just as you decide to explore your feelings for Ari, an unexpected blast from your past sends you reeling...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Ex-boyfriends, Discussions of Weight, Discussions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Brief Discussions of Race, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me brainstorm. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“So do you trust me now, Mr. Carmichael?” You tease as you carefully place several books into your customer’s reusable shopping bag while you wait on the receipt to print. “Because the way I see it, I haven’t steered you wrong yet.”

“Here we go.” The older man grumbles, playfulling rolling his eyes as you punch in the last few numbers to complete the transaction.

“My recommendation track record speaks for itself.” You can’t help but laugh at the look he gives you. As if you two didn’t have the same conversation at least once a month. “I just want you to give me my props.”

“Arrogance isn’t a good look on you, young lady.”

“Who said anything about arrogance?” Your eyes go comically wide as you lean into the theatrics by pretending to look around your shop. “Certainly not me. I’m just a small business owner, standing in front of the best retired florist in all of Bell’s Creek, humbly requesting that he finally give me my flippin’ flowers.”

Mr. Carmichael heaves a weary sigh. “Fine, fine. You were right.” He steps back from the counter to give a dramatic bow. “Jean Hanff Korelitz’s Jacob Bonner was strong enough to rival Stephen King’s own Mort Rainey and Thad Beaumont. Your literary tastes reign superior once again.”

“And there it is.” You rip the receipt from the printer and drop it into the bag before handing it over so that you can rest your elbows on the counter. “Now was that really that bad? It’s not like I asked for one of your Sapphire Sweetheart bouquets, after all.”

“That entire moment was so positively excruciating I almost didn’t live through it.” He keeps his tone light as he slings the bag over his shoulder. “Anyway, same time next month?”

“Can’t wait.” You respond with a wink and a wave. “Wouldn’t miss it. And please give Millie my love.”

“Will do!” He calls behind him as he heads out the door.

Once he’s gone you decide to stand up and stretch, raising your arms over your head. You’re not satisfied until you hear the sound of your spine popping. And then you up the ante, twisting your body from side to side before bending down and touching your toes.

You hold the position for a moment, content to let yourself dangle until you hear the chime of the front door, signaling the arrival of another customer. Which was great news for you, especially since business had been kind of slow this morning.

“Welcome to Baubles & Quills!” You chirp as you quickly right yourself. “How can I he–” The words die on your lips when you get a good look at the person standing just inside the doorway.

“Hiya, Cupcake.”

It’s a nickname you haven’t heard in years. And it had only ever been used by one man. The same one who had broken your heart and left a wound so deep you’d been almost convinced that it would never heal.

And yet there he was. Standing right there in your shop. Somehow even more handsome than you remembered.

Mason J. Prescott.

The seconds tick by, turning into minutes as a loaded silence washes over you both. Whatever you’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this. A visit from your ex-boyfriend had not been on today’s bingo card.

Grinning, Mason closes the gap between you. His long, denim clad legs covering the distance in a few easy strides. Once he’s in front of you he removes his Stetson pinchfront and sits it on the counter before taking the opportunity to run his fingers through his thick black locks.

“Damn if you ain’t a sight for sore eyes.” Still grinning, his gray eyes give you a thorough onceover. It’s a blatant, slow moving perusal that lets you know he likes what he sees. “I swear they don’t make girls as pretty as you out in Brickfield. Must be something in the water.”

“Uh…hi.” You stammer as shock continues to course its way through you.

“You lookin’ to catch some flies there, Cupcake?”

Shit. That meant you were staring. Probably with your mouth open. It was an old bad habit that, up until today, you could’ve sworn you had licked.

“Sorry.” You cough, forcing your brain to reboot.

“No need to be sorry.” While Mason’s easygoing charm used to calm your nerves, today it seemed to be doing the opposite.

“What brings you..?” You trail off to take a steadying breath. “I didn’t realize you were back in town.”

What the hell was he doing here?

“I just flew in last night. Caught a red-eye home from Buffalo, New York..” He decides to explain further after you flash him a quizzical glance. “Dad had me working on a business deal up there. It was a quick trip with an even quicker turnaround.”

Oh. “Got it.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his five-o’clock shadow. “My, uh, plan had been to fly back out to Brickfield first and then make the drive. But after speaking with my Mama no less than six nerve-racking times in the span of an hour, I figured I’d be better off coming straight here. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel good to be back.” He raps his knuckles on the wood.

“I’m sure they’re all very happy you’re home.” You weren’t really sure what else to say to that, so you kept it simple. Although it still didn’t explain his reason for showing up at what was arguably the equivalent of your doorstep.

“Maybe. Some more than others, I suppose.” His voice drops an octave as he pins you with a knowing look. “Any chance you might be one of those people?”

Your teeth begin to gnaw at your bottom lip as your palms go damp with sweat. Why on earth would he care or not about whether you were happy to see him or not? Especially since you hadn’t spoken in–

“I’ve thought of you damn near every day over the last five years.”

“Mace…” His former nickname comes on the heels of a weary sigh.

“I’m serious, sweets.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t.”

You did not want to do this today. It wasn’t fair or right of him to think he could just pick up and waltz back into your life as if he expected your feelings for him to be the same.

Things had changed since then. You had changed. Everything was different now, starting and ending with you.

“I’ve been thinking…” Now it’s his turn to sigh as he squares his shoulders. “Maybe we made a mistake.”

“Ha!” You let out an unladylike snort, your hand flying to your mouth in an attempt to catch it. “I don’t believe for a second that I’m the reason your Mama pressed you to hussle your ass back to our quaint little town.”

“I came back because I needed to deal with a family matter. But I was thinking about staying because the one that got away also happens to own a shop that’s just down the road from my parent’s ranch.” His sobering admission is enough to send you reeling all over again.

Mason then places his hand atop yours, allowing the slightly roughened pad of his thumb to stroke along the ridge of your knuckles.

“I’m afraid I don’t take your meaning.” You give him your best haughty southern belle impression. “But if you’d like, I can point you in the direction of our Self-Help books. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of helpful literature on learning from your past mistakes. Might I recommend John Purkiss’ bestseller, The Power of Letting Go? I hear it’s a real page turner.”

Your newfound snippiness has your ex-boyfriend rocking back on his heels. He even appears a little stunned. Good.

You weren’t the same meek young woman he’d left behind all those years ago. Something that Mason James Prescott would do well to remember.

“Sheesh, Cupcake.” Your former flame presses a hand over his heart, feigning as if you’d wounded him. “You might’ve shed a few extra pounds when I wasn’t looking, but I see you've also gained a little sass too.”

You fold your arms over your chest as you take a moment to process what feels very much like a backhanded compliment. God’s gift to Bell’s Creek didn’t know it yet, but you were getting dangerously close to kicking his pert ass out of your shop.

As if sensing that he’s made an error, he quickly clears his throat. “All I’m saying is that I recognize that I’m dealing with a new and improved you.” He moves to reach for you again before apparently thinking better of it.

“But forgive me if I have a hard time thinking of you as anything but the doe-eyed freshman who wrote poetry behind the bleachers. That is, when she wasn’t busy taking home top prize at the state fair’s pie baking contest year after year.” Mason offers you his own award winning smile for good measure, highlighting the dimple on his left cheek.

Suddenly, the room feels a little too hot for your comfort. You didn’t like feeling this unsettled. These days the only man who was allowed to get under your skin was your handsome, overbearing bounty hunter.

It was a right that he’d earned, whether you liked it or not. And there were honestly times when you damn well didn’t. But you’d also be lying if you said that you weren’t learning to live with it.

“I could sure go for a slice of your famous brambleberry pie right about now.” Mason keeps his deep voice low and even as he takes a tentative step around the side of your cash register, which is the only thing currently separating the two of you. “But I’d be willing to settle for some cherry pie and a scoop of homemade vanilla bean ice cream over at Holtman’s Diner on West 5th if you’d be open to join me.”

“So I can watch you stuff your face with pie while I nibble on a depressing fruit salad from a can like a sad little rabbit?” You scoff. “Pass.”

Mason huffs out an annoyed breath, his brows drawing together. “You were the one who always complained about shit going to your hips. Meanwhile, I was just doing my part to be supportive. Isn’t that what any good man is supposed to do for his woman?”

Apparently you weren’t the only one experiencing a few ruffled feathers here. Fantastic.

“I’m not sure it’s allowed to fall under the category of being supportive –” you respond, complete with appropriate air quotes “– if you’re also the one constantly pointing it out.”

“We were kids, baby!” His hands fly to his waist so that he’s now standing akimbo. “Just a couple of stupid kids worried about stupid shit like football practice and prom pictures. I felt like I was walking around with the world on my shoulders back then. It wasn’t as easy for me as everybody liked to think.” He shifts his weight, resting his hip against the cashwrap. “Nobody understood the pressures of growing up as a Prescott. Nobody even tried…”

‘Oh yeah?’ Your internal voice all but screams. ‘Try being one of only five black kids in your entire goddamned graduating class. But do you see me crying? Nope.’

At any rate, you didn’t sign up for this month’s Prescott Pity Party. So you were about to politely request that he miss you with that bullshit.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to carry so much alone, Mace. I really am.” You look down at your feet as you try to drum up a way to usher him out the door without touching him. But the next thing you know, he’s suddenly standing directly in front of you.

“Except for you.” He reaches out to clutch at your biceps, his big hands smoothing up and down your bare arms. “You saw past the spoiled little rich kid act when no one else did. And I didn’t appreciate you like I should have.”

Your heart speeds up as you take notice of the way his eyes darken. He’s so close that you can see the light smattering of freckles dotting the bridge of his slightly crooked nose. If memory served, he’d broken it during a heated football game.

One where he claimed an opposing player made several crude comments about your body and choice of skirt. At the time you’d considered him a hero. But now��

Now you saw him for what he was. Another run-of-the-mill Prescott pretty boy. All style and no substance. That was the crux of it.

Right?

“Why are you doing this?” Your question comes out weaker than you’d like, but at least it doesn’t waver.

“Because I want you to have dinner with me tonight. For old times’ sake.” His determined gaze bores into your own as all of the oxygen slowly dissipates from the room. “Please, Cupcake?”

Just then, you hear the chiming of the door, signaling the arrival of yet another customer. Spell broken, you take a fortifying step back – needing to put some distance between you and the town’s golden boy.

“Am I interrupting something?” The sound of a familiar voice has your already volatile emotions spiraling in the complete opposite direction as a sense of relief blooms in your chest.

Saved by the damn bell. Thank the Lord.

“Yeah.” Mason snaps at the same time you throw out a swift “nope”.

“Bird?”

Of course your gruff bounty hunter would defer to you on this one – for which you were grateful. You turn your attention to him, not missing the tick in his chiseled jaw.

Now that you saw them together, Ari appeared to have a good inch in height on your former lover. Aside from that, their builds were pretty similar. Instead it was the glaring difference in their personalities that managed to separate one from the other.

“It’s fine, Ari.”

“Bird?” Mason’s lip curls in an almost sneer as his hands drop to his sides. “Is that what you go by now? It’s…cute.” He tacks on the last part when you respond with a simple shrug.

If you were being honest, you didn’t much care how he felt or not. You just wanted him gone so that you could actually breathe again.

“Ari, huh?” He turns to give your man his full attention as realization finally dawns. “You must be that rent-a-cop my father was telling me about. Said you blew into town looking for Martin Westbrook’s sorry ass.”

“Not quite, pal. But you’re almost there.” Ari spares a bored glance in the direction of his would-be rival. But he doesn’t say anything. You knew without him telling you that he was busy assessing the situation. It was something he had a habit of doing anywhere he went.

Especially when found himself face-to-face with a dick like Mason Prescott.

“Well, you won’t find him here, buddy.” Your ex gives him a dismissive nod. “So why don’t you see yourself out? The lady and I were just in the middle of catching up before you took it upon yourself to interrupt.”

An uncomfortable silence ensues as both men stare each other down, each refusing to blink. The tension grows thicker with each passing moment. And it remains that way until you move to step between them.

“Mace is an old friend who stopped by for a chat.” You tell Ari, jamming your nervous hands in your pockets. “But we were just wrapping up so I could get back to doing inventory.”

It was a lie. And you recognized that Ari was someone who deserved a better, more in-depth explanation than the basic one that you just gave him. But for now it would simply have to do. At least until you got your bearings.

“But what about that pie?” Mason pouts, obviously upset by the prospect of you kicking him out. “Don’t leave me to eat alone, Cupcake.”

“Cupcake? Wow.” Ari scoffs under his breath, not bothering to his disapproval.

“Old friend, old nickname.” You hiss, somehow feeling even more self-conscious than you already did. “Now that we’ve established all that, I think it’s best if you two peaches get a move-on. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”

Needing some space, you attempt to shoo them out the door. But unfortunately, you might as well have better luck trying to herd a couple of cats. Lucky you.

“What about lunch?” Your man growls. Apparently he didn’t take too kindly to being thrown out either.

“Too busy. Gotta cancel. Sorry you came out all this way, but these books aren’t gonna stock themselves so…” You throw your arms in the air. “It is what it is.”

Instead of accepting his dismissal, Ari takes a step towards you. He doesn’t stop until he’s in front of you, his body eclipsing your smaller frame and effectively blocking you from Mason’s view.

“Did you eat today, baby?” He asks as one big hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, giving you an affectionate squeeze. Some of the stiffness in his shoulders eases when you give him a little nod. “Good. What’d you have?”

“A piece of toast and a hard boiled egg.”

“Alright.” Warmth pools in your belly when your sweet bounty hunter hands over a plastic bag filled with what feels suspiciously like a sandwich and chips. “It’s a grilled chicken caesar wrap. Best they had since you said you don’t like that chipotle spread. Also got you some sea salt and vinegar chips, some cuke and onion salad, and a cookie.”

Christ. This man was simply too good for you. Moments like these only served to remind you that you truly didn’t deserve him.

“Thank you.” You murmur once you finally manage to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“I’m gonna need you to eat every last bite for me.” He tells you, his intoxicating blue eyes dropping to your lips. “So that I can fully enjoy taking a bite out of you later.” Thankfully, he's thoughtful enough to whisper the last bit. Making it clear that it was for your ears only.

“Okay, Ari.”

Nodding, he shifts his attention back to an increasingly annoyed Mason. But while there’s no way he could’ve missed the moment you shared with Ari just now, he chooses to stew in silence. Which is absolutely fine by you.

“Call me when you lock up.” You know that Ari’s words are meant for you even though his focus remains entirely on the other man taking up space in your tiny lobby.

“I’ll see you around, Cupcake.” Mason smiles, but this time you notice that it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I can’t wait to find out if you’re still as sweet as I remember.” He finishes with a knowing wink.

With that, he turns and strides out of the shop, not even bothering to hold the door for Ari. But your man doesn’t seem to mind. Instead he makes a show of shouldering through it with minimal effort.

As soon as it swings shut you hit the lock and flip the sign. And then you duck in the corner, watching as the two men exchange what you can only assume to be a few choice words right there in your parking lot.

And while you can’t make out what they’re saying, you’re convinced that it’s anything but friendly – what with them being practically nose to nose.

You stay in your spot until Ari and Mason finish their conversation. And it’s only once they’ve climbed in their respective cars and driven away that you finally slink off to the back room to lick your wounds and figure out your next move.

Fuck! You had the sinking feeling that things were about to get complicated fast. Opening the fridge, you toss your lunch inside before slamming it shut so that you can snag a homemade strawberry and cream popsicle from the freezer.

As you sit down, you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. You fish it out, surprised to see that you’ve got a text from Ari that reads:

“Mace seems like a real stand-up guy.”

“No shit, Beast.” Rolling your eyes, you place the device facedown on a nearby table before nibbling on your sweet and creamy treat. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

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shakespearefreak · 6 months ago

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🎂 Happy Birthday, Samantha! 🎂

(Even though we actually celebrated her birthday a day early because the weather forecast said it was going to rain all day on the 26th, I somehow STILL managed to be a week late posting this, eep)

For Samantha’s birthday this year, we went back to Olbrich Gardens for another picnic! 🌸 (Initially, we were going to be joined by someone from one of my doll groups on Facebook, but because we rescheduled due to the rain, she wasn’t able to come after all. 😕 Ah well, next time.) Sam and Nellie attracted some attention: at one point, a passerby told me that while I’d been lost in taking the perfect photo of their picnic, a rabbit 🐇 had gotten quite close to us until their group had approached and accidentally scared it away. A little later, a very nice older fellow stopped and asked me if I was telling a story. I said yes, surprised and pleased he’d understood so immediately what I was doing, and he asked me questions about what the girls were doing, and gave me some really helpful photography tips when I expressed frustration at how my earlier photos were turning out. It was very cool.

This time Marley managed to get a shot of Samantha sitting on the pillar inscribed with her creator’s name!

After walking around a bit, we found a grassy spot and set up the picnic. There was strawberry cake 🍰 with vanilla icing, a small dish of tea cakes, and a large pitcher of ice-cold pink lemonade (which was very welcome on the warm day!). Even Jip had a rawhide bone 🦴 to gnaw, though you can’t see it here. Nellie raised her glass in a toast: “To Samantha — the most caring, generous, and wonderful person I know, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Happy Birthday!”

Samantha felt her gift through the wrapping. “It must be a book!” She sounded more excited than some children might be at the prospect of a book as a birthday present; she loved to read, and was eager to see what the title would turn out to be. 📗

“Peter and Wendy! Oh, I love this one!” Sam cried out happily.

“I know,” Marley returned with a grin. “It’s one of my absolute favorites too.”

“I can’t wait to re-read it! I’m going to start tonight,” Samantha said. “Thank you so much!”

Jip came over to investigate what all the fuss was about. Samantha stuck the white gift bow on his head over one floppy ear, giggling. Jip put up with this with unaccustomed patience for a few moments, then shook his head vigorously, flapping his ears and knocking the bow to the grass, to the amusement of everyone.

True to her word, as soon as Samantha was in her nightgown and slippers, she snuggled up with her teddy bear (last year’s birthday gift) in Marley’s bed with her new book and began to read. As Samantha followed the adventures of Peter Pan, the Lost Boys, and Captain Hook, Marley was lost in their own (somewhat darker 😂) novel, The Dark Half by Stephen King.

When Marley looked over a bit later after finishing the latest chapter detailing Thad Beaumont’s Jekyll-and-Hyde situation with his “dark half�� George Stark, Samantha was slumped over, still holding her new book loosely in one hand, fast asleep and dreaming of Neverland. ✨

(Also, yes, I know the book should be the other way around; I didn’t realize that until it was too late to fix it! 😅)

BONUS: A few doll-less photos of the Gardens:

#american girl #american girl doll #doll photography #samantha parkington #nellie o'malley #happy birthday samantha!#olbrich gardens #madison wi #pleasant company #jip the dog #dollblr #picnic #flowers #nature #peter pan #peter and wendy #j.m. barrie #the dark half #stephen king

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breaniebree · 11 months ago

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Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Four:

Liam Kane (1926) HUFFLEPUFF m. Reagan O'Connell (1926) RAVENCLAW (1947): 1. Spencer Liam Kane (1950) GRYFFINDOR m. Sadira Amari Kane (1948) NA (1968): a) Selene Sadira Kane (9 May 1968) NA m. Beaumont DeRose (1967) NA (1991) i) Piper DeRose (9 June 1994) ii) Amara DeRose (6 March 1996) iii) Felix Sebastian DeRose (1 August 1999) b) Soraya Zoya Kane (17 July 1972) c) Sebastian Christopher Kane (1 August 1977) m. Theodore Nott (21 October 1979) SLYTHERIN (2005): aa) Benjamin Christopher Kane-Nott (20 May 2008) GRYFFINDOR m. Nicki Zabini (14 March 2014) HUFFLEPUFF (2033): ai) Torin Theodore Kane-Nott (29 October 2036) SLYTHERIN aii) Quaid Sebastian Kane-Nott (14 August 2038) GRYFFINDOR aiii) Sabrina Aspen Kane-Nott (17 March 2042) HUFFLEPUFF aiv) Briella Katherine Kane-Nott (6 July 2045) SLYTHERIN bb) Spencer Thelonius Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Cedrella Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): ai) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN aiii) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW aiv) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR cc) Sadira “Sadie” Aster Soraya Kane-Nott (10 September 2013) RAVENCLAW m. Rowan Wood (14 March 2009) GRYFFINDOR (2037): ai) Sebastian “Bash” Oliver Wood (22 Mary 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Soren Rowan Wood (30 July 2043) RAVENCLAW aiii) Soraya Theodora Wood (10 June 2046) SLYTHERIN

Cantankerous Nott (1902) SLYTHERIN m. Céline Volant (1908) RAVENCLAW (1933): 1. Tabitha Nott (1936) SLYTHERIN m. Titus Avery Senior (1927) SLYTHERIN (1954): a) Titus Avery Junior (1956) SLYTHERIN m. Scarlett Lympsham (1982) SLYTHERIN) (1996): i) Charlotte Rose Avery (9 October 1997) adopted by Emmeline and Mona Vance in 1999 becoming Charlotte Rose Avery Vance RAVENCLAW b) Aurelius Avery (1959) SLYTHERIN m. Anna Kama (1959) SLYTHERIN (1975): i) Aelius Avery (1976) SLYTHERIN m. Dasha Dolohov (1974) SLYTHERIN (1996): aa) Dmitri Aelius Avery (3 March 1997) SLYTHERIN ii) Aeliana Avery (1978) GRYFFINDOR m. Holden Ledbury (1979) GRYFFINDOR (1996): aa) Evelynn Aeliana Avery (3 October 1997) adopted by Emmeline and Mona Vance in 1998 as Evelynn Aeliana Avery Vance SLYTHERIN 2. Thaddeus Cantankerous Nott (1939) SLYTHERIN m. Aster Rosier (1961) SLYTHERIN (1978): i) Theodore Thaddeus Nott (21 October 1979) - secret son of Thelonius Nott - SLYTHERIN m. Sebastian Kane (1 August 1977) NA (2005): aa) Benjamin Christopher Kane-Nott (20 May 2008) GRYFFINDOR m. Nicki Zabini (14 March 2014) HUFFLEPUFF (2033): ai) Torin Theodore Kane-Nott (29 October 2036) SLYTHERIN aii) Quaid Sebastian Kane-Nott (14 August 2038) GRYFFINDOR aiii) Sabrina Aspen Kane-Nott (17 March 2042) HUFFLEPUFF aiv) Briella Katherine Kane-Nott (6 July 2045) SLYTHERIN bb) Spencer Thelonius Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Cedrella Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): ai) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN aiii) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW aiv) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR cc) Sadira “Sadie” Aster Soraya Kane-Nott (10 September 2013) RAVENCLAW m. Rowan Wood (14 March 2009) GRYFFINDOR (2037): ai) Sebastian “Bash” Oliver Wood (22 Mary 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Soren Rowan Wood (30 July 2043) RAVENCLAW aiii) Soraya Theodora Wood (10 June 2046) SLYTHERIN 3. Thelonius Rodrigo Nott (1960) - secret affair with Reigna Rodríguez - raised by Cantankerous and Céline; has affair with Thad's wife Aster and produces Theo secretly (d. 1984)

Emerson Rosier (1886) SLYTHERIN m. Drusilla Rosier (1888) SLYTHERIN (1909): 1. Enzo Rosier (1910) SLYTHERIN m. Alma Burke (1913) SLYTHERIN (1929): a) Ezekiel Rosier (1930) SLYTHERIN m. Wanda Black (1930) SLYTHERIN (1955): i) Evan Rosier (1959) SLYTHERIN ii) Aster Rosier (1961) SLYTHERIN m. Thaddeus Cantankerous Nott (1939) SLYTHERIN (1978): i) Theodore Thaddeus Nott (21 October 1979) - secret son of Thelonius Nott - SLYTHERIN m. Sebastian Kane (1 August 1977) NA (2005): aa) Benjamin Christopher Kane-Nott (20 May 2008) GRYFFINDOR m. Nicki Zabini (14 March 2014) HUFFLEPUFF (2033): ai) Torin Theodore Kane-Nott (29 October 2036) SLYTHERIN aii) Quaid Sebastian Kane-Nott (14 August 2038) GRYFFINDOR aiii) Sabrina Aspen Kane-Nott (17 March 2042) HUFFLEPUFF aiv) Briella Katherine Kane-Nott (6 July 2045) SLYTHERIN bb) Spencer Thelonius Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Cedrella Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): ai) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN aiii) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW aiv) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR cc) Sadira “Sadie” Aster Soraya Kane-Nott (10 September 2013) RAVENCLAW m. Rowan Wood (14 March 2009) GRYFFINDOR (2037): ai) Sebastian “Bash” Oliver Wood (22 Mary 2040) GRYFFINDOR aii) Soren Rowan Wood (30 July 2043) RAVENCLAW aiii) Soraya Theodora Wood (10 June 2046) SLYTHERIN 2) Druella Rosier (1928) SLYTHERIN m. Cygnus Black (1928) SLYTHERIN (1946): a) Bellatrix Black (1951) SLYTHERIN m. Rodolphus Lestrange (1951) SLYTHERIN (1969) b) Andromeda Black (1953) SLYTHERIN m. Edward Tonks (1953) Hufflepuff (1971): i) Nymphadora Andromeda Mary-Ellen Tonks (18 May 1973) HUFFLEPUFF m. Remus Lupin (10 March 1960) GRYFFINDOR (1995): aa) Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin (11 April 1998) m. Victoire Gabrielle Weasley (2 May 1999) RAVENCLAW m. Teddy Lupin (11 April 1998) HUFFLEPUFF (2020):ai) Liam Remus Lupin (6 February 2022) GRYFFINDOR m. Naomi Winston (2024) HUFFLEPUFF (2048): 1a) Andromeda Lupin (2050) HUFFLEPUFF 1b) Hope Lupin (2054) RAVENCLAW 1c) Lyla Lupin (2058) SLYTHERIN aii) Charlotte “Charlie” Dora Lupin (9 June 2024) RAVENCLAW m. Luke Logan (2024) SLYTHERIN (2050): 1a) John Logan (2054) SLYTHERIN 1b) Declan Logan (2059) RAVENCLAW aiii) Kingston Harry Lupin (17 April 2027) GRYFFINDOR m. Lorelai Robards (2030) GRYFFINDOR (2057): 1a) Thomas James “TJ” Lupin (2060) GRYFFINOR c) Narcissa Black (1955) SLYTHERIN m. Lucius Malfoy (1953) SLYTHERIN (1974): i) Draco Lucius Malfoy (5 June 1980) SLYTHERIN m. Astoria Greengrass (7 December 1981) SLYTHERIN 2004) m. Circe Castellanos (4 August 1990) RAVENCLAW (2040): aa) Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy (6 January 2006) SLYTHERIN m. Albus Potter (1 June 2006) SLYTHERIN (2031): 1a) Lyra Astoria Malfoy (1 June 2037) RAVENCLAW 1b) Celeste Ginevra Malfoy (5 March 2039) RAVENCLAW 1c) Archer Kai Malfoy (6 July 2044) SLYTHERIN

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these.

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thealmightyemprex · 1 year ago

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Halloweenathon :The Dark Half

We have another Sthephen King adaptation this one directed by legendary filmmaker George A Romero

In this 1993 film author Thad Beaumont (Timothy Hutton ) decides to retire his pen name,George Stark,which he uses to write darker low brow books.....George however isnt going to die without a fight

George Romero is one of the great horror directors ,and has been attatched to or involved with amy a King project,most notably Creepshow.I will say of the King films I have seen this feels the most King:Odd characters ,weird lines and a supernatural element that doesnt make a whole lotta sense .My main issue with the film is it feels like the orgin for George is way to complicated:Hes an evil double of THad who represents the darker side of Thad who has been given physical form ,but hes not exactly a split personality because he has taken over the remains of Thas absorbed twin,but he isnt the twin,the twin is a vessell--and its just complicasted when it coulda been simplified and that and the abrupt ending are my big issues with the film

George Romero gives the film a great sense fof style and color ,I like the fun characters (Specifically Julie Harris as a friend of Thads,and Royal Dano in his last role as a grave digger),Michael Rooker is recurring King character Sheriff Pangborn and Rooker is always excellent .

The star of the film really is the duel performance of Tomthy Hutton as both the writer hero Thad and the murderous villain George .I applaud how diffrent both characters feel

It aint perfect but I hads a fun time

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#Halloweenathon

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mossnobody · 2 years ago

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I don't mean to stephen king post on main(e) but thinking about the dark half, which is like, not one ive ever talked about with anyone, but it's one of my favourites. from 10 - 17 I had my huge Stephen King phase. I've read - Pause to count - Fifty-six of his books and (wow that seems like a lot doesn't it? I read other books too.) the dark half struck me because it's not very important to castle rock as a whole.

The dark tower had a huge impact on me as a kid. it was everything I thought was cool: Cowboys, a desolate world, weird meta-fiction towards the end. I think the fact that I didn't re-read it when I turned nineteen is a disappointing one, but Ka is a wheel, you know?

I love that he had a very softly shared universe in a lot of his books, and of course the multiverse stuff in the dark tower (this was before I grew tired of the concept, for a time it fascinated me) but the dark tower didn't seem like any other conceptual multiverse I've encountered. It was beautiful and disgusting and only some of it ever made sense and it was all so fragile. it never felt like full of hope like a marvel movie. these casually overlapping circles of a larger world, no matter how odd, felt real as I read them.

Castle rock is a good example of that shared literary world. if you bite into a book like needful things, or the dark half, the town grows as you read. Recently too with Holly Gibney, you watch these characters grow as you read about them. not just in a book, but between unrelated books - these circles that shine spotlights on parts of the world they all share.

so I think the dark tower pulled it off well because it wasn't just "oh no! if Yaldabaoth remakes the world, SO MANY UNIVERSES WOULD BURN" it was "If we don't stop this, ted - you remember ted? the nice one from the one book who has a happy ending? ted dies screaming."

All this is to say...

RIP Thad Beaumont

miss you, king

#Stephen King #castle rock #the dark tower #literary #Multiverse #Books

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theirsoulstotake · 4 months ago

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Their Souls To Take

Indie 21+ Multi Muse RP based on Harley Laroux’s Souls Trilogy

Rules

This blog is based on a book series with very adult content. That being said, I do not feel comfortable playing these characters with anyone under the age of 21 years.

The books that these characters are based off of come with many triggers such as knifeplay, gunplay, and many dark themes. I’m not sure if I’ll be very good at writing them as I’ve never written characters this dark; however I’m willing to try. These characters are demons, the like and get off on feeling and inflicting pain.

The following characters (like in the books) are open to all genders. However, my characters will all be male leaning simply because that is what is easier for me to write. That doesn’t mean I won’t write with a female character who sparks my interest enough. But to catch the attention of a demon you have to be pretty damn special

On the subject of pregnancies with female characters…this will only occur if your character is a witch as it’s implied in the first book that only witches have to worry about getting pregnant by a demon.

Have fun, and don’t be a dick!

The Demons

Asher

Asher is more than a thousand years old. He has been through periods of time where he has been summoned, but normally he just decides when he does and does not want to be on Earth.

A powerful Soul Hunter, he has more than five hundred souls to his name, resulting in a vast wealth both in Hell and on Earth. A wealth that he doesn’t mind flaunting.

Obsessed with various forms of art, he often seeks out the souls of artists for his deals. That being said, he does have several deals with those who have no artistic ability whatsoever.

Name: Asher Current Surname: Halliwell

Occupation: Soul Hunter FC: Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt

Thaddius ‘Thad’

Trapped.

Summoned and never released.

Thad has spent the last 50 years under the power of a strong coven of witches in New Orleans. He’s unsure if he enjoys it or if he despises it. It’s not a terrible life. He’s not stuck in a binding circle. Mostly, he’s sent to collect herbs in the bayou that are too dangerous for the coven to collect themselves due to the presence of the Eld.

His job is to protect the coven from such beasts. It’s not a terrible job, he just wishes they would let him use his claws more often. He hasn’t killed anything in twenty years and it’s starting to wear on him.

He goes where his witches go; even being allowed to go on vacation with them and treated as family, named as the ‘son’ of the coven leader though there are no blood ties there.

He’s starting to get antsy and may have to rip his page from their grimoire to get free of them.

Name: Thaddius ‘Thad’

Surname Given: Beaumont

Occupation: Coven Protector

FC: Jacob Anderson

Atlas / Axel

Atlas and Axel are twins. While Atlas is a member of the Council in Hell, making sure that demons don’t go exposing themselves; his brother Axel is a soul hunter.

The two are very different. One was always a stickler for the rules, this being Atlas; who wanted the rule over demon kind. Meanwhile, Axel had no desire for rules or ruling over anything or anyone. He wanted power, yes, but what demon doesn’t? Currently, Axel has 20 souls to his name. Meanwhile, Atlas has no deals and spends the majority of his time in Hell when not looking in on his brother. Sadly, Atlas’ true name is in a few grimoires somewhere and it could make things messy.

Names: Atlas and Axel Axel’s ‘Surname’: Hadley Occupations: Council Member and Soul Hunter FC: Andy Biersack

Cain

Not to be confused with The First Murderer; Cain is an outcast among his kind. He is gentle where others enjoy pain. He is ‘far too human’ for his own good. Unlike other demons, he has no piercings and no tattoos. He hates to hurt others and he detests pain himself.

His name is in many grimoires but he always seems to avoid working for whoever summons him.

Name: Cain Occupation: Outcast FC: Tom Sturridge

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