#and fathered twin boys and then just? abandoned the family when he went back to england?

[forlibcrty]

at any given time i'm thinking about how the name given to charles lee by the mohawk translated to "boiling water" because of his temper. they really called him Tantrum Thrower and he bragged about it like that was a badge of honour.

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers Adopted a Dumpster Baby

From seeing @angelbarelywrites 's post on Slashers accidentally Adopt a baby, I wanna do a version with a Dumpster baby.

Slashers: Michael myers (78, 07, and 2018), Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, The Sinclair's, and Bubba Saywer

Michael Myers

He was doing his usual nightly routine

He thought he was hearing things when he heard crying

Following when it's coming from until finding a trash can where the noise is coming from

Opening it up to his shock, a baby was inside it

Michael had to call it early on his spree to bring this tiny thing home to you

You were still up reading your book when you heard the door open, then shut. Hearing his boots walking to your shared room with the now sleeping bundle in his arms.

"I found this little one in a trash can." He said as you get up to see the baby

Poor thing was abandoned at their birth

You decide to adopt this little boy, Michael wasn't going to argue with that. He couldn't put it back where he found it

John was the name you decided, John Myers

Jason Voorhees

He was walking around the campsite when he heard crying coming from somewhere

Following when the noises are coming

Pamela found where the sounds came from, a Dumpster next to the Mess Hall

Opening it and his Heart dropped and almost his Machete out his hand

A little baby in a blanket was crying

Pamela was tearing up from the site

She tells his boy to adopt this little baby as his and your"s

Jason brought the little bundle back to his cabin

You were asleep when he came home, hearing him at your side of the bed

You opened your eyes to see a blanket with a little hand holding your man's finger

Think he took this little one from their parents he explains that he found this baby in the dumpster, his mother backed up his claim

"Can I see them?" You said him

You held this little girl, cooeing when deciding on a name for your newly adopted baby

"Pamela Melody Voorhees."

Jason cried on the idea of his adopted daughter

RZ Michael Myers

He heard crying when he came by a alleyway, he went to the only dumpster and opened it

Oh my god, there's a baby girl in this dumpster

He took up this little one in his large frame and comfort this little one

This little one reminded him of Boo when she was a baby

He took this little one back with him to you

You were watching Gorjia 54 on the TV when he walked through the back door

"You won't believe what I found in a dumpster." He said when he got closer to the couch, "Michael, you didn't eat Tra." You stopped when you saw the little bundle in his arms.

"Oh my god." You said as you reached out for the little girl. "That's what I said when I saw her in there. Someone just abandoned this little one in there."

You both decided to keep her

Audrey, because your daughter that night

Bo Sinclair

He's just walking around in a nearby town till the sounds of crying caught his attention

Discovering a little newborn in a trash pile just lying there

"How'd you get here, little one?" He said as he picked up the baby. "Someone didn't want you? I'll take you home."

Bringing home a new little Sinclair

You put your little girl to sleep as you went down to get something to drink in the kitchen

"Y/n my darling, do you think that there's room for another Sinclair in the house?" Bo asked through the opening to the kitchen. "Maybe why do you ask hun?" You replied

"Surprise," Bo came into the full of the opening. "I found this little one in a trash pile when I was out." Holding the little boy in his arms. "Someone just left this little guy? He's so small." You said as you walked to see the baby closer

"Well, I think Miles would be Anna's little brother." You said as you took the newest edition of the family in your arms

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent didn't know that he would be a father till he met you, a sweetheart who loves him

Bo came home with something in his arms

"I think you two would love what I got." He said as he hands his twin brother a little girl. "Someone dumped her in a dumpster, I heard her crying when I was having a cigarette."

Vincent fell in love with this child. They're pink cheeks, and Brown eyes were so adorable. He took this little one to show you in the share room

You heard what Bo said to Vincent, and you made your way to meet him halfway.

"Oh, she's adorable." You said as you hold her little hand

Lila Sinclair became your and Vincent's child

Lester Sinclair

Just doing his usual routine of collecting Road kill off the road to throw on the pile

A bunch of trash was on the side of the road with a box in the pile

A small noise came from the box, which caught him off guard

He looks inside the box

A baby??!!

Holy Fk, poor thing was left out in here for a while from how cold it was

It's still alive, thank heavens

Lester takes this little tike into his truck with Jonesy

Finishing up his task, he brings the little one home

You are shocked by what your husband found

"You think we should keep them?" Lester asked you

Aaron Sinclair was the name you both decided

Peepaw Michael Myers

He was doing his usual spree till he heard a sound while walking around

He found a trash can with a bag where the crying was coming from

Looking in the bag, he tilted his head seeing a teary-eyed baby in the bag.

He lifted this abandoned child up to his warm body, bundling the baby in his coveralls to warm them up as he walked home

You were sleeping when he placed the sleeping baby on his side of the bed on a pillow till they started crying again, which woke you up

Immediately confused about why he has a baby with him and has it on his pillow

"You found them in the Trash?" You asked him as checked on the little one, He nodded

Poor child left in a bag, you decided to adopt the little girl

Jane was the name Michael decided

Thomas Hewitt

He was taking the trash out behind his mama's gas station when he discovered the little boy in the dumpster

Poor Boy teared up seeing this abandoned child in there

Coming inside the station, Luda Mae saw his son crying with a little baby in his arms

She got Deja Vu when Thomas told her where he found them

Taking this little one home

Thomas rubbed the back of the baby that he found, cheeks still stained with tears

Hoyt gotten Deja vu from the Dumpster baby, the day Luda found Thomas in one

You came down the stairs seeing your Husband holding a baby, he found at his momma's gas station

"He found this little one in the Dumpster." Luda said, "Like how you found." Hoyt said before cut off by Luda elbowing him in the ribs

"They got a little birthmark on their arm Its not the skin condition you got, Tommy." You reassured him. He felt that he got the same condition he was born with, but he felt relief from that revelation

"I think Jedidiah would like a bath to feel better."

Thomas loved that name

Bubba Saywer

He wasn't expecting this when Drayton brought home a little baby home

Him and you already had a baby not too long ago

But this little one was just dumbed at Drayton's Station

Bubba was panicking inside, who would leave a healthy baby in a dumpster

Nubs and Chop Top being themselves joke about the Bubba was a dumpster baby, but Drayton smacked the both of them from that

You cooed the little one you held in your arms

Bubba looked at the little one, their teal eyes looking into his blabbering at them with their hand reaching out to him

He fell in love with this little one

"Bubba, I think we should keep them." You said. He agreed on that idea

Isaiah Saywer joined the family

[stephstars08]

Comfort

Johnny Cade x Greaser!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Issues, Abandonment, Alcoholism, Loneliness, Physical Abuse, Some Adult Language, Neglect, Johnny’s Parents Fighting, Disappointment, Fluff, Angst, Bed-sharing, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N is the little sister of Two-Bit which means they hangout with the same friend group. Y/N is the closest with Johnny. Whenever Johnny has an incident at home he always goes to Y/N since she always knows how to make him feel better.

Song Featured: Can’t Help Falling In Love By Kacey Musgraves

Word Count: 1,459

Author’s Note: I decided to use Kacey Musgraves version of this song since it’s the reader singing the song! Definitely suggest you listen to the song if you haven’t already!

Y/N is a sixteen-year-old girl who lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her family are greasers which means she lives in the low-class part of Tulsa. Y/N lives with mom and older brother Two-Bit who is eighteen. Y/N’s father left when she was only three years old.

Two-Bit thinks the reason why their dad left was because he couldn’t man up and face the pressure of taking care of a family, but Y/N knows the real reason. When Y/N was twelve she found her dad’s old journal and he wrote in the journal that he never wanted any children especially a daughter. When Y/N told her mom about it she told her not to worry or take it personal because when her father wrote that he was drunk, and it was after they had an argument about the financial issues the family were going through at the time.

Two-Bit is the one who has been raising Y/N since their father left. Since their mom works two jobs she’s not home very often. After their father abandoned them Two-Bit became the man of the house. He turned into more of a father figure to Y/N than a big brother.

Y/N and Two-Bit hangout with the same group of friends. Since Y/N is the only girl in the group they are very protective of her. Y/N has a bond with everyone but the person she’s the closest to is a boy named Johnny Cade. Johnny is a shy and quiet sixteen-year-old boy who come from an abusive household. His father is an alcoholic who drinks all day and all night. His father beats on him while his mother just stands back and watches.

It hurts Y/N seeing Johnny with bruises on his skin. Johnny always comes to Y/N after he has a spat with one of his parents. Y/N always knows how to calm and comfort him.

Y/N does have a crush on Johnny, but she doesn’t know how to deal with it since she’s never felt that way about a boy before. Not being able to see or talk to her mom about these feelings does make Y/N feel alone or lost.

The only downside of being the only girl in a friend group is when it comes to girl talk, there is no one to talk to. As much as she loves her big brother, telling him she has a crush on a boy isn’t the easiest thing in the world for a girl.

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It was nighttime and Y/N was sleeping in her twin sized bed when she heard a tapping noise from her window which woke her up. When Y/N slowly opened her eyes, she read her alarm clock. It was twelve after one in the morning.

“Y/N!” She heard a voice say outside her window. “Johnny.” Y/N whispered immediately recognizing the voice. Y/N quickly got out of bed and turned her bedroom light on. She saw Johnny standing outside her window in the rain.

She opened her window and helped Johnny climb into her room. “Johnny, what the hell are you doing out in the rain?” Y/N asked him with concern in her voice as she closed her window. “I was trying to sleep in my room, but my parents were having a screaming match, so I snuck out and went to the lot, but it started to rain, so I decided to just come here.” Johnny explained to her.

This isn’t the first time that Johnny has spent the night due to his parents.

“Aww Johnny! You’re shivering.” Y/N said seeing him shake because his clothes were drenched. “I’ll be right back.” Y/N told him and walked out of her room. She went to the living room and went into the closet. She got a pair of Two-Bit’s old pajama pants he grew out of and one of his old t-shirts he also grew out of. After closing the closet, she went into the bathroom to get a clean and dry towel out of the cabinet. Y/N walked back to her room.

She handed Johnny the towel so he could dry himself off. “After you finish drying off you can change into this. They used to be Two-Bit’s but he grew out of them.” Y/N told him setting the clothes down onto her bed. Johnny gave her a nod as he used the towel to dry off his raven-colored hair. “While you change, I’ll go make you some hot tea.” Y/N told him and walked out of her room again.

She went into the kitchen and started to make some lemon tea. She made sure she was as quiet as possible since she didn’t want to wake up Two-Bit and her mom. It took her about ten minuets to make the tea. Y/N walked back to her room holding a mug in her hands.

When she walked back into her room Johnny was wearing the clothes she gave him while his wet clothes were in a pile on the floor in the corner. He put the towel into Y/N’s hamper. Johnny was sitting on the edge of her bed. Y/N closed her door and walked over to him.

“Here, this should help you warm up, too.” Y/N said carefully handing him the mug. “Thank you.” Johnny said in a soft tone. He blew on the liquid before carefully taking a sip. “You’re welcome.” Y/N said sitting down next to him.

There was a comfortable silence between the two while Johnny drank his tea.

“What were your parents fighting about?” Y/N asked breaking the silence. “I don’t exactly know.” Johnny said with a heavy sigh. “I just know that my dad was drunk off his ass like usual.” Johnny told her and took another sip of his tea.

“Y/N, I really appreciate you letting me stay here.” Johnny said looking over at her. “It’s no problem, Johnnycakes. You’re always welcomed here.” Y/N told him with a comforting smile. Johnny returned the smile. Johnny doesn’t smile often but it seems when he’s with Y/N, that’s when he smiles the most.

After Johnny finished drinking the tea, Y/N and him laid down in her bed ready to go to sleep. “Hey, Y/N.” Johnny said in a soft voice. “What’s up?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Can you sing to me?” Johnny asked her. Everyone knows that Y/N has a beautiful singing voice and when Johnny hears her sing it always calms him and makes him feel relaxed. “Of course.” Y/N told him.

She wrapped one of her arms around his shoulders. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat when she felt Johnny wrap one of his arms around her torso.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you.” Y/N sang in a soft tone. She decided to sing her favorite love song. “Shall I say? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you.” Y/N sang as she lightly rubbed Johnny’s shoulder. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be.” Y/N sang the chorus of the song.

She went to sing the rest of the song but stopped when she noticed that Johnny had fallen asleep. Y/N lips turned up into a soft smile. She gave him a light kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Johnnycakes.” Y/N said in a soft voice.

She laid down fully and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She laid her head on top of Johnny’s chest and fell asleep.

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It was now morning and Two-Bit decided to get up early to cook breakfast for his mom and Y/N. He knew his mom had to be at her first job at eight, so he made sure that she had time to eat. After she ate, she thanked her son and told him to give Y/N a kiss from her. After his mom left Two-Bit made breakfast for Y/N. He put the food on a plate and sat it down into the table. Two-Bit walked to Y/N’s bedroom.

He used his knuckles to lightly knock on the door. “Hey Y/N I made you some break-” Two-Bit said opening the door but he stopped his sentence when he saw Johnny. They were in the same position they were in when Y/N fell asleep. Two-Bit could help but smile at the sleeping position.

Two-Bit knows that his little sister and Johnny have big crushes on one another. Hell, everyone in the whole group knows that Y/N and Johnny are perfect for one another.

Two-Bit quietly shut the door. He went back to the kitchen and made some more food for Johnny since he always makes sure that Johnny eats after spending the night.

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my mind while watching this episode: --Gotouge must had been in A Mood when writing these chapters, and the animators were probably like, "sweeeet! I love weeks like this!" with those silly and simple scenes of Tanjiro Being a Dork feat. Kotetsu, feat. Kotetsu/Haganezuka/Kanamori, feat. Genya, feat. Nezuko, feat. Nezuko/Muichiro.

--but then partway through they probably dragged themselves back to more detailed serious work like Hantengu dragging himself to work. Sniffle, sniffle, fine, they expect so much out of us, fine, here's all the bone and muscle fibers of Karaku taking shape from a head still falling through the air.

--Speaking of animation details--the glow on Muichiro's eyes as he runs through the dark forest? Nice. So nice to see him using a sword modeled after the one which his "ancestor" used, even if he did steal it off a doll modeled off his "ancestor." (Side note--wouldn't it be fun to see the Tokitou twins with inherited memories?)

--Also, I am pretty forgiving of the CG fish (of anything, I was impressed). They didn't totally meld with the 2D environment, but for what Gotouge gave them to work with, they moved them around in a pretty satisfyingly believable way.

--So anyway, back to this first round of Tanjiro being a dork, I love the range of emotion we get him in this episode, when he gets to relax and just be a teenage boy. SWORD, COOL!! I can has it? I no can has it. Panic-and-protect-the-child mode. Haganezuka-san was working hard for meeee? Panic-and-protect-the-child mode. Haganezuka-san said not to peek. You think I can go peek? Friendship senbei! Tooth. I'll bet I can figure out how to braid Nezuko's hair like Kanroji-san's! Zzzzz. Oh, hahaha, Tokitou-kun, surely you'd never attack me in my sleep! Now I can go peek on Haganezuka-san like I was totally going to anyway even though he told me not to. Hmmmm. Oh, wait, what, that's a demon, nevermind--

--It's just so nice seeing him be some annoying random guy sometimes instead of just The Eldest Son.

--So, Haganezuka-san. It's not just that he was physically training himself to smith a better sword for Tanjiro, but he in fact had already made a new one, but he didn't feel it was good enough. Perhaps he spent some of those nasty letters in his initial outrage at seeing the chipped sword, but then after being scolded for making something that would chip so bad in the first place, he felt dissatisfied with the sword he tried to make better, and maybe some of those "I have no sword for you" letters were just a way of expressing "I suck at this (because I am a perfectionist)"?

--More Haganezuka-san: He was essentially raised by Tecchin because his parents couldn't handle his fits when he was a child (which is very, very sad), but he practices a sword polishing technique that has been handed down through the Haganezuka family (and in real life, sword polishing is recognized as a skill totally separate from smithing (though smithing does involve some preliminary polishing stages), so I love that a later Taisho Secret shows him doing finger push-ups because yeah, he's gonna need those fingers ready for a lot of the detail work in the polishing process). While I would also love to see "inherited memories" explored more in Haganezuka, this more likely means that he learned from the father who essentially abandoned him. Oh, to be a fly on the wall in that workshop.

--But also... this three day polishing process which has killed people for how extreme it is. Tanjiro, if he says not to bother him, please, don't both him. Have you learned nothing about the risks of upsetting Haganezuka-san? And this is of course not endearing you to Genya, who at this point still has every reason to find you annoying. You keep giving him reasons to dislike you, too.

--Classic Muichiro-Nezuko Head Tilt

--I wonder if Kotetsu lured Nezuko away with toys so that she wouldn't interfere with Kotetsu nearly killing her brother

--But also, mad respect to Kotetsu, he really was doing his best against that fish

--Might I just say, that little gasp Muichiro has when he remembers Tanjiro's words? So elegantly subtle in the sound design. --Interesting that Gyokko does not appreciate the flesh of the swordsmiths, even though eating strong people would presumably be nutritious. Hard to digest? Maybe not as nutritious as a Breath-using Pillar? But also, what with "Kakushaku-no-Ko" culture among those who use fire, perhaps all their work with fire (which demons show a distinct dislike of), or more directly with the metal of Nichirin blades is part of what makes them distasteful?

--My favorite Hantengu form is his basic sniveling "woe is me, I'm so weak" old dude form, because it's so ironic. He is the Zenitsu of demons.

--And bam, we already have his full set of four! That didn't take long at all. Also, Tanjiro is now back in The Eldest Son mode and Nezuko is in oh-yeah-she-is-A-DEMON mode, that didn't take long either. Oh, and Genya has already sustained what should be a fatal injury. That also did not take long.

[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2024, Issue #49

HxH: Hisoka claims that because he's not into bestiality, his tastes are normal - this is patently false; the Phantom Troupe inches towards conflict with the Heil-Ly. With any luck, we'll get a Nen battle, haven't seen one of those in a while

Yozakura Family: It turns out that the Yozakura's already planned for the possibility of the twins defying orders, and help them to reach Asa's ship; Hifumi's Infinity manages to stave off Asa's attacks, proving that she's capable of defending herself and Alpha. I'm glad to know that the family has faith in the kids, and that they aren't just going to take a backseat for the rest of the finale

Undead Undead: Billy mansplains the concept of war crimes to War; Julia womansplains the concept of souls to Soul and stabs Andy in the head to bring back Victor. The narrow-mindedness of the Rules contrasts the freedom of the Negators; while I'm sad that we cut away from Feng, it's very exciting to see Julia bringing back Victor while mirroring Fuuko's actions from 210 chapters ago wait...210...LIKE HOW LONG SHE WENT WITHOUT SEEING ANDY???)

Roboco: Roboco makes a movie that subtly implicates her and the rest of her town as accomplices in some kind of criminal activity. Honestly, I'm more interested in what crime she apparently committed than the film itself

Sakamoto: Sakamoto inadvertently teaches Torres how amazing everyday life is; Shin convinces Tenkyu that he's the fortune teller, but immediately abandons the plan to manipulate him when he learns that Tenkyu wants to kidnap Sakamoto's family. The bit with Torres was very fun and cute, and I'm interested to see how the bit with Tenkyu turns out, though I'm wondering why it was necessary to trick him if it was going to be overturned so quickly?

Elusive Samurai: Mima sends her dad letters explaining the deviant sexual acts that Tokiyuki totally makes her do; after a couple year timeskip, Sadamune and Tokiyuki meet for their final battle. Matsui keeps teasing that Tokiyuki is going to marry Mima and have Shizuku and Ayako as concubines, but no one seems to be even a little onboard with this plan, and Tokiyuki doesn't even seem to be aware of it!; speaking of being unaware, apparently Tokiyuki views Sadamune as a father-figure? I may need to reread to catch that nuance

Blue Box: Taiki cheers up a heartbroken Kyo with some food. A heartwarming display of friendship; gives a small analysis on risk-taking - if Kyo had been proactive with Moriya, he would have had a chance, but it's against his nature to do so, so he would have been misrepresenting himself

Akane-Banashi: Issho's backstory is further revealed, being a rich boy who left his family to pursue his own fortune; when a well-respected rakugo-ka saves him from a yakuza, Issho's lifelong journey finally begins. The discussion about passion, that Issho tried to become a soba chef out of gratitude and obligation rather than love for the art, resonates as advice to actively seek happiness in life

Kill Blue: Juzo gets, like, crazy into PreCure and reenacts the diner scene from Pulp Fiction by quoting it instead of the Bible. I am left to wonder if this is just a gag or foreshadowing that his mind is being more heavily affected by the de-aging

Nue's Exorcist: Fujino is distraught that Gakuro has come to save her because it gives her hope that he loves her like she loves him, even though she knows that he would go out of his way to save anyone regardless. "Of course [she's worth it]! Obviously" is a pretty romantic line, so I'll be surprised if she's not endgame; however, if she IS endgame, then it's weird that she's going second and preceding Kazusa; if Kawae gives us canon polyamory and commits to it, I swear right now I'll reread the whole series and actively try to love it

Kagurabachi: Everyone shows the resolve to sacrifice themselves for Samura, and Hakuri is able to summon his Enchanted Blade, Tobimune, for him. Self-sacrifice seems to be the theme of this arc, I expect that will play into how one of the Enchanted Blades gets transferred to the Hishaku

Chojo: Omega Inukai spreads a Chojo-loving zombie virus through all of Chinjuku; everything is returned to normal with a tea party. This did not turn out to be the sudden climactic finale that some folks thought it would be

Astro Royale: Sou exposits on her past with Himuro, framing obvious and horrific police brutality as heroic and beautiful in the context of her flashback; Terasu wins the fight by waiting out Sou self-destructing. Terasu was perfectly useless here, I'd really have preferred he actually fight; I really hope that Himuro's police brutality isn't actually meant to be endearing, cus that framing really makes it look like it's supposed to be

Murakami: Murakami calls out Sanmoto Gorozaemon for his vague goal-setting in generically "conquering the world" and his shallow definition of good and evil. Considering that this is supposedly the strongest Yokai, I'm very unclear of where this story can go from here

Kiyoshi: Sakaki gets a middling roll on Sting, forcing him to fight Yuda with an umbrella to surprisingly competent effect; the chuunibyou from last week accidentally summons the Great Demon Lord. This could easily just be the introduction of the main antagonist, but it's always scary when such a big enemy shows up before the 20-chapter mark

Hima-Ten: While helping Kanna move into her new apartment, Tenichi discovers her dark secret - she has a fetish for butlers; the implications of this are completely lost on Tenichi. Honestly, Kanna is the most compelling of the love interests so far, particularly because she's both clearly an active character AND conflicted about whether she should chase her usual instincts and pursue Tenichi when he's already interested in someone else

Ichi the Witch: When Desscaras and Kumugi fail to match Hisame's fashion sense, Ichi comes to the logical conclusion that the only answer is vore. While I'm sad that Kumugi isn't the star of this arc as I predicted, Ichi's out-of-the-box thinking is exactly what I was hoping for from this series, so I'm excited to see what he comes up with

Shinobi Undercover: Miyake, codename Tsubame, is revealed to be the underling to an even tougher fugitive ninja, Hachikuma; it's also revealed that Aoi's family was killed by a ninja. Yodaka's fear that Aoi will hate him if she finds out he's a ninja is an interesting wrinkle, but I do have to wonder if she actually KNOWS anything about ninjas in the first place

Hakutaku: When Zenji refuses to join the dev team, Noto very openly stalks him home; Hikuma, lacking in athletic ability, wanders in their general direction until he happens upon Zenji's sister, Mizuki; Zenji's sad backstory about his dead brother is revealed; a bitter woman bans children in a PUBLIC PARK from playing games that involve balls, so Hikuma resolves to make a game that she can't object to. I feel like I'd be more compelled by this if I understood why this woman has any say or power here, but at least we should get a clearer idea of Hikuma's design sense with this ball-less dodgeball game

Ruri Dragon: Ruri has a heart-to-heart with Kamata, the girl who bullied her, and Kamata cites her lack understanding of Ruri as a major point in her behavior; in particular, the idea that she's the child of bestiality strongly unsettles her. A nice, if unrealistic, little bit of catharsis for resolving tension with a bully; the student council wearing horns was adorable

If I had a nickel for every time they said the word "bestiality" in this week's Jump...technically I'd only have one nickel, since Ruri Dragon runs in Jump+

That actually brings up a question: do y'all think I should keep including Ruri in these reviews? It's from Jump originally, but it moved to + due to the author's health; is it too far removed to include, or too closely related to exclude?

[akariamai]

Romeo & Juliet [Part 1]

Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1953

Part 2 Part 3, Part 4

Sloan Swan detested the assigned reading she was given. It bothers her that the widely accepted portrayal of Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet It was a narrative of blind lust for a stranger rather than an epic love story of two tragic lovers torn apart by their warring families.

“They loved each other.” Bella, her twin sister, argued as she drove them to school. In contrast to Sloan, Bella was enamored with the notion of love and disregarded the glaring red warning signs it left in its wake. Romeo’s lovely, meaningless words blinded her, just like they did so many others.

She criticized, “Romeo was literally ‘in love’ with Juliet’s cousin, Rosaline, and when she didn’t return his feeling, he went looking elsewhere. When he tells his friends about his ‘feelings’ for Juliet, they assume he’s talking about Rosaline.”

“That’s not true.” Her sister shakes her head in disbelief.

Sloan ruffles through her backpack, searching for the school’s copy of the play and flipping through the tagged pages.

“Page 32 to 33. Benvolio says to Romeo, ‘At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves,’ and later in the same page Romeo replies, ‘One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun, Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.’ Romeo meets Juliet around page 53. Do I need to read more?”

Bella remained quiet as her perception of Romeo and Juliet was uprooted. The heartbreaking reality was silently placed in front of her, bursting a love she had equated her and Edwards to and a raging loathing emerged for her twin sister.

“And not to mention, Romeo only married Juliet to sleep with her. That’s not love.”

Bella gritted her teeth. “What do you know about love?”

“More than you, apparently.” She shot back. It was true she never had a boyfriend, but she was born with logic, and she’d be damned to ignore red flags when she saw them.

“Why do you hate love stories?”

“I don’t hate love stories.” Sloan clarified, “I hate toxic relationships disguised as love stories. There’s a difference.”

Juliet was a naive girl with rose petal shades shielding her from the truth. She was in love with the idea of love and fallen for the first boy to entice her. Her false sense of love drove her to follow him in death. Her end was tragic as she never once felt true love, only the lust of a boy impatient to bed her.

“I pity Juliet. Romeo used her and would’ve abandoned her when a new beauty caught his eye.” She sniffled out a yawn. “He plucked her from the sky and clipped her wings, locking her in a golden cage, and once he got bored of her song, he freed her but left her flightless. That would’ve been the ending of their story if they had lived.”

Bella remained silent, reeling in her fragmented view on Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, her hatred for her sister burning twice as much. The silhouette of the school could not appear fast enough as Bella hurriedly searched for a parking spot.

Her arms trembling as she parked her truck, unable to comprehend Sloan’s point of view on her favorite Shakespeare play, and needed some space to clear her mind. Sloan had zipped her backpack up; infuriating Bella. How can Sloan act as if she hadn’t disrupted her entire world. She slams her door shut as she frantically searches for Edward, her lifeline.

“Wherefore art thou, Bella? Sloan?” Mike calls out as he, Eric, Angela, and Jessica approach the two twins. “You finish the Shakespeare assignment?”

Jessica pitched in, “He means will you finish his assignment?”

“No, I don’t—okay I do.” He admits.

“I can help you with it — but first —” She pulls out her new camera, a birthday gift from her father that she was gifted earlier today. “I need a picture. My mom’s expecting a scrapbook full of memories.”

Angela holds out her own camera and says, “I take ‘em; I don’t pose for ‘em.”

“You do today.” Bella lightly pushed Angela towards the rest of the group as they arranged themselves.

“I can take the picture, Bella,” Sloan says while holding out a hand. “Go stand with your friends.” Bella reluctantly hands it over before awkwardly walking towards them as the group rearrange themselves for Bella to be in the center.

“You’ll photoshop my nose if it looks big, right?” The question was aimed at Bella.

“Don’t worry, I’m in the picture; no one will be looking at you guys.” Eric proclaimed confidently.

Jessica scoffs at his joke as the group decided on their final poses. Angela, incorporating her love for photography, points the camera at Sloan; Mike and Eric joust, and Bella stands in the center of their delightfully carefree selves stiffly. The clicks of the camera shutters as it freezes them in a moment in time and archives it forever.

Sloan lowers the camera before noticing their playful smiles dissipates except for Bella’s. The timid smile she faked grew into a real one as she had obviously spotted Edward, her boyfriend.

Although her friends did not mind the male, they did not appreciate how quickly she discarded them for him. When Bella and Edward started dating, they became placeholders for when he wasn’t around.

“Oh good. Cullen’s here.” Mike noticed the way Edward stared at Bella; it was not out of love but something more nefarious. At first, he chalked it up to jealously. His feelings for Bella were still ever-present, but he genuinely cared for her well-being. He believed, with all that he’s seen, that Edward did not love Bella the way she loves him. It was only a matter of time before he hurt her, and he prayed to be wrong for her sake.

Jessica’s response was even drier. “Yay.” Once upon a time, she had feelings for Edward, but the second he became unavailable, she pushed those feelings aside. Bella was her friend, even if she didn’t act like it most of the time, and she would never stand in the way of her friend’s happiness. However, she had noticed Bella’s co-dependency on Edward, following him around like a lost puppy craving his attention. It wasn’t healthy. Not one bit, but she had no right to say anything.

Sloan, too, did not like the relationship her sister had with Edward. Edward had stripped Bella away from her independent lifestyle. There was never a moment away from Edward. Bella would choose him over everyone, and the realization of this truth stung. She missed the days when the two of them would read together; although both were silent during this time, the conversations that happened afterwards were fun. Those days were gone, now filled with an empty chair and an untouched book, and Sloan having no one to talk to. She never thought she would become familiar with loneliness.

“Check ya, later.” Eric replied, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere, and lead his friends away.

Bella hadn’t responded, nor did she notice; her attention solely remained on Edward, who approached her figure, his eyes never leaving hers. This was the moment when Sloan decided to leave, her absence going unnoticed by both her twin and the vampire. She preferred to be in her English class going over Romeo and Juliet than forced to watch her sister pine about her boyfriend.

From across the parking lot, someone shouted. “Sloan!” She turned her attention to the person, Jacob Black, her friend from the nearby reservation. His presence brought a smile onto her face as her worries vanished in an instant.

“Jake!” Her excitement could not be contained. It has been a while since the two of them hung out; both busy with school work and other responsibilities. “You grew.” She noticed. His muscles were more refined than the last time she saw him, he was now a head taller than her.

He laughed, “And you didn’t.” Now he can hold the television control over her head like she had done to him in their childhood. Sweet, sweet revenge.

She pouted, “Not my fault I’m bite-sized.” By no means was she short, not was she unusually tall. She was average, yet compared to the massive monster known as Jacob, it would appear so.

His glee was energizing, her thoughts on Edward and Bella fading into the foreground of her mind, acting as a life jacket keeping her from drowning in her thoughts and worries.

“Happy birthday.” He offers her a warm hug before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small hand-woven bracelet. “It’s not much, I know, but.” He drops it in the palm of her hand, eyeing the marvel embedded in her chestnut eyes. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” She exclaimed, “You didn’t have to get me anything.” It was a thoughtful gift—something she’ll treasure forever. She quickly slips it on and makes a silent vow to never take it off. She won’t, however, except when she bathes or swims. She does not want his hard work to be ruined by water.

“I’m glad you like it.” He looks around for the other birthday girl, seeing her in a quiet conversation with her boyfriend. “I’m going to give your sister her gift.”

Sloan nods. Class is going to start soon, and she needed to get to class. “Bye Jacob.”

“Bye.” He rushed towards her sister, yelling her name to get her attention, managing to break up the couple for a few moments.

~~~

Bella quietly dropped off her sister at home before rushing away to her boyfriend’s house. Apparently, his family were throwing her a small party for their family only—the Cullens and the birthday girl—and no one else. Leaving Sloan and her father to celebrate the twins birthday alone.

The two didn’t plan much but it was just right for them. Both Bella and Sloan weren’t the party type, they preferred the quiet hums of their home, a homemade dinner with their father, and a hushed evening filled with television and soft conversation.

Sloan spent the day prepping for their meal, spicy honey garlic chicken with garlic Parmesan fries. It was a favorite she and her father shared. Bella’s absence remained a constant in their conversations. They spent their evening watching her favorite movies: Legally Blonde, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Scream, and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

Charlie loved the days when he and his daughters would sit together and watch TV. Bella would hide under the covers whenever a horror sequence became too much, opting to stay under until the danger passed. Sloan would mindlessly make comments under her breath throughout the movie, only audible to the person sitting next to her. He enjoyed days like this, as they were a small snippet of the past, his daughters reminding him of their younger selves, and now they were all grown up.

Wrapped up in one of her blankets, she laid her head on her father’s shoulders, her eyes drooping. It was late, and Bella still hadn’t arrived. Their birthday was already over and not a single second of the three of them had celebrated as a family. It truly broke her heart.

She didn’t know when, but her father carried her to her bedroom and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before tucking her in. He was going to miss moments like this. His children are adults now, and soon they will be leaving the nest. He never prepared himself for this day, always believing he had more time with them, but he guessed every parent came to the same realization when the time finally arrived.

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[loraliewritesthings]

Nameless Danny au: Brotherhood part 2

Concept: Danny is both Damians twin and the ghost king. The coronation threw damians eyes. He may not have his facts right.

It was a confusing feeling. He wasn't exactly angry, but he was. He swore to himself he wasn't jealous. He knew he shouldn't, no couldn't react so emotionally, but when he and Danny finally made eye contact he knew his eyes gave him away.

"Tt"

His father glanced at him. Suddenly concerned. As if his twin hadn't had his fathers full attention three seconds ago.

"Some king," he muttered, his tongue betraying him next.

He was supposed to be a better person, a kinder person, but how could he... this was his brother, his twin, who ran away to live a better life. To be a king... and what had Damian been left with? His power hungry grandfather and a mother who never loved him. All while that ginger women stood by his twins side.

Clearly that woman had raised him almost his whole life. He didnt get grayson till he was eleven.

He couldn't even tell grayson about this when he got home. His elder brother had an incurable addiction to red heads after all.

He didn't know what irritated him more. The woman's gentle expression while looking at the ghost king, or the full attention his twin had on his parents.

"But he had to go, didn't he..." a little voice whispered in his head, "or else grandfather would have gotten rid of him for his weakness."

Still he could have told him, said something. Maybe Damian would have went with him. Maybe they wouldn't have went their separate ways.

But then again, why would've he. Damian was the one with his families hollow attention at the time. The one mother made tea for (no matter if she microdosed poison into it) and grandfather played chess with (no matter the high stakes of losing)

What was his twin left with but a knife and a barren room.

He didn't even get a name.

And whose to say Damian wouldn't have tattled. Ratted his twin out for being weak enough to run away. For abandoning his home and blood.

Once apon a time these racing thoughts would've angered him to no end, but when he scolded himself mentally all he could see in his head was the disappointed face of the man who practically raised him.

No, Grayson wouldn't have looked down at these thoughts and neither should he.

Introspection was important for a warrior anyway.

So when the crowd roared loudly he quietly clapped along. When the ghost king noticed with a shocked expression, he didn't look away.

He could feel his mother's stare glaring threw the back of his head, and Damian knew all at once.

Even as a king, Danny had not earned her respect.

Most likely he never would.

Yet he couldn't quite pity the ghost king. The boy was so much taller and double his muscle weight. His eyes glowed slightly, not like a predator, but like a monster. He really didn't look pitiable.

Still Damian wondered what he had done to get there. Muscle didn't just appear on a person. The look on his face wasn't something a normal person could copy. No it was too emotional and too barren, too knowledgeable and too inexperienced all at once.

He was a survivor, and Damian knew what a survivor was capable of. How couldn't he in his line of work.

As the crowd cheared suddenly his twin winced . He didn't cry out, didn't scream, but it was obvious he was in pain by the way his hands covered his mouth.

Then the liquid poured out in bright green. The shade was bright and glowing brighter than the pit ever did.

Damian and his father looked at each other. The knight next to them eyed them a second before he spoke.

"It's normal," He whispered cooly," My liege is getting his second set of fangs. The crown has accepted him."

He turned back to the king before he continued.

"He is my king, my liege. He comes before any else."

The king spat out the ectoplasm and grinned. Four fangs glinted to the crowd.

They started to scream louder.

"Your presence stirs ire in him," he looked towards Talia and Ras before looking back at father and son,"It's best you take your leave,"

Father began to say there was no need only for the massive knight to look down at him.

"I did not jest nor question, you shall leave."

He picked Damian up by the scruff and began to walk towards the large castle doors.

At some point they had been opened again. Likely after the ritual.

Damian didn't want to cause a scene, but he wouldn't be a pushover either. He began to yell and cuss, but his frustrations were lost I the crowd.

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[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #03

“This is nice,” Maglor said, stretched out on a beach towel, as his dripping brother settled next to him, wet from running in the gentle waves with his adopted sons. He closed the novel he'd picked up at a second-hand store the day before.

Maedhros grunted, his mouth occupied by several bobby pins as he fixed his hair, recoiling the soaking braid atop his head. The whole point of pinning his hair up so tightly was to keep it out of the salt water, but he hadn’t expected Elros and Elrond to grab his hands and drag him down into a particularly large wave. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy,” Maglor continued, nodding to the boys splashing and paddling in the waves, their nearly shoulder-length hair hanging in loose, soaked clumps.

“They love it,” Maedhros said with a soft smile. He’d come up from that wave spitting sand and might have been irritated except he ended up with two armfuls of very excited peredhil. By the time he left the surf, he’d become much better at diving through waves. 

They sat in silence for a minute, taking in the scene: seagulls cried overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for abandoned snacks; the twins played along the shore, a younger elf child coming over to join them; other families staked out their claim across the sand, leaving towels and umbrellas to mark their favored spots. The beach was both busy and soothing.

“We should do this more.” Maedhros decided, rinsing his mouth out with water from a bottle and then taking several drinks.

Maglor raised his eyebrows. Fëanor nearly had a fit when they announced that they’d be taking a few days off work during the week so they could do something with the boys during their school holiday. “Who’s going to tell father?” 

His brother rolled his eyes in a way that would have had Fëanor pinching his ear if he were an elfling again. “He can take his doctor's advice and take up birdwatching,” He said dismissively.

As the eldest sons, they were privy to more details of their father's health than he appreciated.

Maglor snorted at the suggestion. 

More seriously, Maedhros said, “Maybe just an occasional weekend, then.”

They watched the boys and their new friend join a group of older dwarves building an impressive sandcastle. Maglor smiled. “We really should.”

The sun arched across the clear blue sky. Maglor called Elros and Elrond back for lunch. They ate cold tuna salad sandwiches from the cooler on a blanket Maedhros spread on the sand so they could all sit together. Elros showed the adults the blue shell Elrond found in the tide, proudly telling them about the cool shells they found over the years on the coast further south. The younger twin hesitantly asked if he could make necklaces for them all from pieces of the shell when they went back to the city. 

After lunch, the twins wanted to go back into the ocean.

“Not right after eating,” Maglor shook his head. “Wait thirty minutes.”

Elros looked like he might want to argue, but his brother grabbed his hand and demanded that he bury him under the sand so he could pretend to be a baby sea turtle.

Maedhros took off his shirt, arching his back and enjoying the warm sun on it. Their father really might have an aneurysm if he found out exactly how publicly immodest his sons got when he wasn’t there to frown at them for rolling up their pant legs. He repacked the cooler and sprawled out on the towel, stretching his long arms and legs and bumping into the other occupant. He grinned at his brother. “Join us this time,” He invited. 

Maglor picked up his book and fingered the pages. “I'll get sand in my hair,” He said. He's done his hair up in a dark half bun, leaving a loose tail down his back.

“I'll braid it for you.” He said. “The rest of us need to wash tonight already.”

“Promise not to push me under?” 

“I would never,” Maedhros laughed, recalling when, decades ago, they were teaching their younger brothers how to sail on a windy lake. Caranthir insisted that the flimsy life jackets couldn't possibly keep them safe in the waves, refusing to set foot on the light boat. When it became clear that he wouldn't trust the words of his brothers, Maedhros shoved Maglor off the edge, leaving him to flounder in the water until their three younger brothers boarded.

Maglor shuffled around so he faced away from Maedhros. “Go ahead and braid.”

The tall redhead sat up. He quickly undid the bun and set about dividing the other’s hair into four parts at the crown of his head.

They sat quietly while he worked, Maglor watching the other families.

A human woman with frizzled brown hair caught a child who looked about seven years old by the elbow. She wore a striped green and gray swimsuit with a white over-shirt and large sunglasses.  

“Oh no you don’t, Elianor,” She admonished, pulling the girl back to the family’s towels and bins of beach toys. “You’re going to be red as a beat and peeling in the car tomorrow if you don’t put more sunscreen on.” 

“Mom,” The girl complained as white ointment was slathered across her bare back and under the edges of her swimsuit. 

“Do your face and ears,” The woman directed, squeezing more of the sunscreen out of a yellow bottle for her daughter before bending down to coat her legs.

Once everything was worked in and the white layer was exchanged for a slightly oily sheen, the child was released into the water. Once all the children were appropriately protected and freed, the woman popped open a beach chair and settled under an umbrella. 

She looked over at Maglor as Maedhros began pinning the braid up like his own. “Some children never learn,” She said by way of explanation.

He said something in noncommittal agreement, a nagging thought starting to form in the back of his mind.

Her eyes flicked around their towels, blanket, and cooler. “Just the two of you then?” She asked. 

“No,” Maglor said quickly. “The twins in red burying each other in the sand are ours.”

She looked out to where he pointed. “Cute,” She said in the way he was discovering many parents did when talking about other people’s kids. She leaned back in her chair and probably closed her eyes, though he couldn’t tell past the glasses.

Maedhros patted his head like he did when they were kids. “There you go, ready for the water.”

Maglor scooted around to face him again. “Don’t get my hair wet.”

Hands raised in surrender were his only response.

He looked down at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes still to go. That nagging feeling kept eating at him. He picked up the book again, opening to where he left off. He tried to read, but he couldn’t get back into the story.

All at once, he dropped the book and turned to Maedhros.

“We didn’t put sunscreen on them!”

“What?” The other asked, blinking as he came back from wherever the warmth sent him drifting off to.

“Elros and Elrond,” He said, looking over to where the boys were just a couple heads sticking out of the sand, several other kids having joined in on burying them. “They’re part human. They could get sunburns!” 

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He hadn’t packed sunscreen, he didn’t even think Maedhros or he had any at their homes. Such a simple, everyday thing for humans, and they’d completely forgotten about it. He dreaded to think about how painful the children’s skin would be tomorrow.

Maedhros frowned. “They’re part elf, too,” He reasoned. “Why should they get burned?”

“They might,” Maglor repeated with worry. “I should go buy some. Or maybe we should all leave so it doesn’t get any worse.”

Maedhros sighed. “It’ll be a thirty-minute drive each way. The damage is already done if it’s going to happen, so let’s not ruin the rest of the day. Besides,” He added. “They’ve clearly spent a lot of time in the water. I think they’d know if they need to worry about it.”

Personally, Maglor never thought it was too late to start mitigating damage, but his brother had made up his mind. He’d just have to deal with whatever came of it.

[devin-kin-ward]

Brothers and a Sister: A Backstory

It was morning on Flak’s apartment, the day after Dev was finally released from the hospital, and the wear from the task had left the aasimar man with a sink full of dishes he hadn’t had the energy to clean the previous night. Not a huge issue but a necessary chore nonetheless. Flak had always prided himself on maintaining a position as a role one could model themselves after even when nobody was around.

Only there was one issue. The damn sink. The sprayer handle would get stuck sometimes, and when the water sprayed his chest, leaving warm but rapidly cooling air on his simple night shirt, there was a long pause before a scream, a combination of pain and horror. It was enough to wake Adelaide, who had a habit of sleeping in most mornings. As the orange-red haired woman bolted around the corner, her silvery grey nightgown half falling off one shoulder, her pale yellow eyes instantly set upon the sight of her boyfriend on the ground, clutching his chest, longed blonde hair strewn about the tile floor of the kitchenette of their apartment, a panicked expression on his face and his equally pale eyes staring into space

“Oh my god, Flak.” The aasimar woman darted to his side, taking one of his hands and holding it to her chest, her heartbeat breaking him from the apparent vision he was experiencing and the horror it brought with it. Eventually his breathing slowed and his expression became one of exhaustion rather than fear as he went limp for a moment before sitting upright

“Sorry about that…” guilt in his voice.

“You don’t have to apologize for having a panic attack, dummy.” She hugged him, a deep breath of relief escaping her spirit-touched lungs. “You still planning on keeping this whole thing private or am I finally gonna learn what these are all about?”

“… yeah okay… you should probably know the whole story eventually, and I… it was vivid this time.”

“I’ll make breakfast. Take your time and go at your own pace.” He smiled at her words before standing and moving to their dinette table, taking a few more moments to slow his heart rate and catch his breath.

“So… it’s about my brother-“

“Uh, don’t you mean sister? I thought you said Dev was trans?”

“She is. This isn’t about her. Well it is but it’s not and- I need to start at the beginning for this to make any sense… you’ve heard me say the phrase “last life” sometimes, right?”

“Blue moon but yeah. You said you can remember your soul’s last cycle.”

“Exactly. It’s… not something that’s supposed to happen but I’m an exception. I’ll get into why later but for now… last life. It was in France. Couple hundred years ago. Two brothers were born on a pig farm, not twins for the record. Their names were Adrian and Laurent Dumont. And one day, their father left them, and so it was just the boys and their mother. And they all had to work hard to keep the family afloat. Adrian took pride in his work and did his best to step up where his father had stepped out, where as Laurent was resentful, thought he had been dealt a poor hand and was get he didn’t deserve to be abandoned and then forced to work so hard.

It got worse when their… when our mother got sick…” it was around this point Adelaide got the bacon on the heat, the smell quickly hitting the air. There was an awkward pause

“Oh, sorry, is that insensitive?”

“No it’s fine. Helps bring it back a bit, makes the image in my head clearer” He chuckled before continuing. “Mother got sick, we were only teenagers at the time but now all the work was ours. We had to break our backs extra hard too because she needed medicine and extra food to fight off the sickness, but it never seemed to be enough. Never enough food, never enough medicine, never enough money. And every day we didn’t have enough, Laurent got more and more resentful. I was too blind to see it though, because I had my eyes elsewhere. My head was held high for my ability to overcome, at least by my measure, the circumstances, and I was proud to take care of my family, but I also knew France was suffering.

And then whispers of a word hit my ears. Revolution”

“You were a French revolutionary?”

“… no… I’m uh. Getting to that part. The Bastille. It was going to be stormed. It wasn’t going to be clean or easy but the Revolution needed to start there because it needed the resources and the structure and the symbolism. And people all around were preparing for it in secret. Myself included. Secret from everybody… secret from my family too for that matter. Until the day I was to leave.

I looked Laurent in the face and told him what I was doing. I didn’t realize it then but it broke him. He said that things like ‘you’re going to leave us and take the horse with you just to get yourself killed’, or some other point about how what I was doing was selfish. I couldn’t see his point. To me I was trying to help make France better for everyone, us included. But… inadvertently, I broke the last shred of humanity my brother had. I turned my back to walk away, and the next thing you know, the tip of a kitchen knife is sticking out of my chest, hot blood soaking my shirt and cooling my skin as it hit the air.”

“Ah…” Adélaïde had started scrambled eggs at this point. “So that’s what set you off. Flashback.”

“Yeah… the worst part wasn’t the murder though. Not to me anyway. It was that he was stopping me from helping people… maybe that’s some stupid savior complex or something but-“

“Flak you’ve always and I mean always tried to help those in need. You’re one of the most genuinely compassionate people I know and it’s why I love you.”

“Addie…”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No it’s fine… anyway, that quality I had got me hand picked by an ancient spirit after I died. Cariel… they were something else. I should have been terrified but their energy was just so… honest, and mind, and so powerful it should have been terrifying but I wasn’t afraid. And they decided that they wanted to take me on as their subject. Said I could help people in ways I never thought I could.

You know about the war, right?”

“Be specific?”

“Nox- or rather Samael. Ethereal war over 800 years. The reason some spirits call themselves demons.”

“Ah that.”

“Well Cariel trained me to fight in it. I was their student, their soldier, and eventually their knight, and I stopped a lot of bad but I couldn’t stop everything. And even if that hurt I wouldn’t have been bothered at all, but… then he showed up.”

“Laurent?” Adelaide brought the food to the table at this point, eggs bacon and toast, the breakfast of those who are half assing but avoiding garbage.

“He was calling himself Asa by then, and I was calling myself Flak. And we wound up fighting eachother a lot. And I had my reservations but we still had to clash… between you and me I could have destroyed him a few times but I couldn’t bring myself to do it… not until I had no choice… sorta anyway.

It was a little over 30 years ago. Cariel told me they were going to be reborn. Become what’s called a Druid, a human with an ancient spirit’s power, but that when they did, I needed to actually stop Asa, and either destroy him or at least force him to have to reincarnate.”

“Damn… that’s rough. Your mentor tells you ‘I’m leaving forever kill your brother.’ Kinda fucked up.”

“Yeah… that kind of thinking got in my way. To skip over an arduous explaining of our fight, the decisive moment at the end… I got him but he also…”

“Oh fuck”

“Yeah… so I dragged his half broken soul to the river and then… I beg”

“Beg”

“I don’t wanna talk about the other ancients right now. The short version of story is that I begged for some strings to get pulled for me to have a second chance and be the brother Asa needed this time. It wasn’t easy to convince them but they let it happen. But there were conditions. I would have to keep my memories so I could know my duties… and by duties I mean two. Try to keep Asa on a good path this time, and also help protect Cariel.”

“Wait, are you saying Lee is-“

“Yeah… anyway things were,.. odd. I had to be born an aasimar so my body could manage having my memories but it’s not like being born with an adult mind. It came back in bits and pieces over the years, in flackbacks like the one I just had there… and eventually I decided to take the name Flak again but-“

“Wait I just put that together, is Flak not your real name?”

“Legally, it’s Phineas.”

“Pbbbbt. Sorry. Sorry. Just-“

“And that’s why I changed it… anyway Asa wasn’t Asa anymore, and they made sure Asa didn’t end up an aasimar like me either. But they still weren’t Dev yet… that didn’t happen until way later. Not until after Lee and after Nox and after basically everyone else in our little circle. Dev… she was starting to show signs. See, since they didn’t end up an aasimar, they can’t remember their last life, but that doesn’t mean it can’t affect you, and Laurent’s, Asa’s tendencies were starting to show. It made sense. A forced reincarnation is never clean. So we had to set up a ritual of sorts

It was a long and messy process. But eventually it worked. We purged Dev of those stains in her soul, well most of them anyway. But there’s never not consequences to rituals. And as it turns out the consequence is Asa… he’s out there somewhere, probably hurting people. And it’s my fault. Because I was too busy patting myself on the back for roughing it out I didn’t realize that the people close to me weren’t taking it in stride.”

“Flak, that’s not true. You were doing your best to survive. You had every right to be proud of yourself every day if you wanted to be.”

“I know that” Flak took a bit of bacon that caused a long pause “but still. I can’t help but feel like I failed my mission letting him get out like that… I wanna find him eventually. And I wanna try to do better for him so he can have a chance to be better.”

“You’re a Saint, you know that?”

“Nope. Just a pig farmer murdered by his brother who then turned his brother into his sister but also his brother still actually. At least I can still help guide her…”

[boricuacherry-blog]

Picture: Cindy Rodriguez-Singh, the missing child's mother and her husband [the stepfather] Arshdeep Singh, have both fled to India

The Texas mother left her Everman home and fled the country with six of her children and her husband, shortly after one of her sons, a 6-year-old with special needs, mysteriously disappeared was charged with his murder Monday - exactly a year after he was last seen alive.

Cindy Rodriguez-Singh, 38, who is holing up in India, was indicted by a Tarrant County grand jury on one count of capital murder, two counts of injury to a child and one count of abandoning a child without intent to return.

Investigators hope the indictments will help drag her back to U.S. soil, where she can face trial for allegedly killing little Noel Rodriguez-Alvarez, who endured years of abuse before his disappearance.

Noel, who has special needs, has been missing since October 2022, having last been seen alive shortly after his twin sisters were born.

Police weren't alerted to his disappearance until March, when they received a call to CPS inquiring about the boy, and found he was nowhere to be seen, when they went to check up. Rodriguez-Singh - described by police as having an extensive criminal history - fled to India just two days after they knocked on her door, along with Arshdeep Singh, Noel's stepfather, and six of his siblings. Arsheep Singh stole ten thousand dollars in cash from his job before fleeing with her and the six children.

The investigation quickly transformed into a homicide case after cadaver dogs alerted police to human remains at a filthy shack the family called home in Everman, Texas. They lived on the land of a man named Charles Parson. The shed was piled with trash and included an altar to Santa Muerte, or Saint Death - a female cult figure denounced by the Catholic Church, considered by some as a patron saint to outcasts and a figure particularly popular with drug cartel members.

Family members told police she would withhold food and water from Noel because she didn't like changing his diaper and would hit him if she caught him feeding himself.

When Noel vanished, she allegedly tried to explain his disappearance away by telling lies, including that he was in Mexico with his biological father, when reportedly, the biological father had never even met Noel. Another story was that he had been sold to a stranger at a local grocery store.

She was reportedly receiving financial benefits for Noel, because he was disabled, so around the time he is determined to have disappeared, she had a friend's child pose as Noel for a checkup so the benefits wouldn't be discontinued. Her children had been in foster care before, when she was found driving drunk with them in the backseat, and got in an accident. The woman who took him in still refers to him as her "son," saying she would have adopted him, but Cindy refused the offer.

Picture: Noel's foster mother cries as she recounts her affection for the boy she says "mastered everything they told him he couldn't." She still has pictures and videos of Noel on her phone, and says of Cindy, "She killed him, that's why she fled. I want her brought back so she can tell us where Noel is. Where is he? What was the reason? He was a boy who didn't deserve the bad fortune she gave him. He was an innocent child."

She got them back a year later though. She gave birth to twins shortly before Noel disappeared.

Noel, who has serious disabilities including chronic lung disease and requires oxygen treatment, had stopped receiving checkups and had never been enrolled in school.

[livelaughwhump]

hey sorry i was thinking could you maybe do a post where you tell briefly each characters backstory from worthless. like maybe not in detail but i remember for example you answered an ask about karine's fear of hospitals and her mom (i think) and about landon too so i thought you could gather them all in a post when and if you want and have time

i hope this doesn't sound impolite i really like your story

Of course! It doesn't sound impolite at all! I've actually been meaning to do something like this for a while, so thank you for the suggestion!😊

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Worthless Character Backstories

Elliot Córdova (he/him) - Elliot was abandoned when he was very little because his parents were too young to raise a child and couldn't take care of him. He grew up in the foster system and was bullied relentlessly for his height, his race, his dyslexia, etc. The bullying got so bad that he eventually started skipping meals just to avoid his bullies. This led to him becoming very malnourished, which stunted his growth. He met his best friend and honorary older sister, Lyra, when he was seven and hardly left their side ever since. He was never adopted.

Lyra Beckett (they/she) - Lyra had a very loving family growing up. They were an only child and were incredibly close to their parents. However, when she was eleven, her parents were killed in a car crash on their way to pick her up from a friend's house. She was then put into the foster system and ended up rooming with Elliot, who eventually became her best friend and honorary little brother. Lyra protected Elliot from his bullies and tutored him in most school subjects that he struggled in. They began developing vitiligo at age fifteen and tried to hide it, as they were ashamed of it. Eventually, however, Elliot convinced them to be proud of it and they never hid it again. They were never adopted.

Karine de la Peña (she/her) - Karine was raised by a single mother until she was five, when her mother was killed in a shooting. She was then raised by her grandparents, including her veteran grandmother, who taught her everything she knows about combat. When Karine was eighteen, her grandmother died and she was left with only her grandfather. After that, she developed a serious drug and alcohol problem that landed her in rehab on more than one occasion. When she was twenty-three, her grandfather got very sick, but she couldn't see him due to being in rehab. Her grandfather eventually recovered and Karine swore that she would never find herself giving into her addiction again, and she has stayed true to that ever since. She is still very close with her grandfather.

Yvonne Freed (she/her) - Yvonne is one of six siblings, three girls and three boys. She is the second oldest, after her older sister, whom helped her raise their four youngest siblings. Yvonne's parents worked incredibly hard in order to provide for the family of eight, but were not home very often, which left Yvonne and her older sister to care for the younger four. Yvonne was bullied severely, growing up, both for being autistic and for her albinism. She quit school when she was sixteen in order to care for her siblings, but still had an affinity for learning and would teach herself whatever she could in her free time.

Broderick Abara (he/him) - Broderick is the oldest of three. His younger brothers are twins that were born when Broderick was twelve. Broderick's father was a military veteran that always wanted Broderick to follow in his footsteps, despite Broderick's desire to go to medical school. To compromise, when he came of age, Broderick went to Afghanistan to serve as a military medic, but was gravely injured on duty. Due to his post-traumatic stress injury (PTSI), he was honorably discharged from the military and sent back home. His father was furious about it and insisted that he would've rather that Broderick had died than be sent back before his service was completed. Broderick then moved out of the United States and has not spoken to his father since. (His mother also divorced his father and took custody of the twins)

Landon Copeland (he/him) - Of every "Worthless" character, Landon's life was the easiest and least traumatic, including compared to his sister's. Landon grew up in a loving family in a nice neighborhood. He went to a good school, was never bullied, and has always had a very close relationship with his little sister. He played many different sports all throughout his childhood and got into university on a basketball scholarship. The hardest thing that ever happened to him was when his parents got a divorce when he was fourteen, but he always maintained a fairly good relationship with both of them.

Colleen Copeland (she/her) - (MASSIVE TW - attempted suicide) Colleen is three years younger than her brother, Landon. Just like Landon, Colleen had a relatively normal childhood until she was fifteen. She had a loving family, a very close relationship with her brother, and a close-knit group of friends. Her parents got divorced when she was eleven, which didn't bother her much, as she had never had a great relationship with her mother. When Colleen was fifteen, she began to develop serious anxiety and depression. Her brother and father did everything they could to support her, but her mother brushed it off as attention-seeking behavior. Once Landon had gone off to university, Colleen's depression continued to worsen until it got to the point where she tried to take her own life at the age of sixteen. After hearing the news, Landon quit university in order to help Colleen through the rest of her high school years. Once she turned eighteen, Landon went back to university with her, where Colleen eventually met her future (ex) husband, Andrey, whom she'd end up having two kids with; Kiernan (age 7) and Jamari (age 5)

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So yeah! Those are every character's backstories! Except for Christian, of course, because I just don't feel like he needs a backstory. Nothing happened to him that turned him into a whumper, he just is that way. The only reason I might create a backstory for him is to flesh out his character a little bit more, but he hasn't been in the story nearly enough for that to be necessary, so he's just gonna stay without for now.🤷

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed getting to know my characters a little better! I'm very proud of them, and I promise, their backstories will all come into play at some point in the main story! Thanks so much for the ask!🥰

[chuncao]

Spring Curse

Joongdok Modern AU - Mentioned OD (Oldest Dream) 

CW: dead dove, suicidal thoughts, domestic violence, death

Loosely based on 春の呪い by Konishi Asuka

Kim Dokja had never liked spring. 

The weather was cold, flowers were blooming, his allergies got worse, and the first school term started. Nothing about it was good. Today was another reason that Kim Dokja hated spring. 

“Poor boy, he is just 20 years old.”

“The family spent a lot of money treating him right?” 

“Hey, where is the mother? Tsk, not coming to even her own son’s funeral…” 

“The older brother looked completely fine to me. I thought they were close?” 

That’s right. Today was the funeral of his twin younger brother - od. Kim Dokja couldn’t describe how much he treasured his brother. The boy was the sole reason why he kept living and breathing, everything he did was for his brother’s sake. Kim Dokja started writing because his brother liked reading. Kim Dokja went to college because OD told him to go in his stead. Kim Dokja dropped out of college to take care of him when no one in the family paid them any mind. His life had always been revolving around his brother ever since he was born. 

When their abusive father hit them, the only thought in his mind was how to protect his little brother. When their mother left them for another man, he tried his best to make sure that OD didn’t feel abandoned. When the diagnosis result came, he started to take up more part-time jobs to pay for the treatment fee because he didn’t want to owe his father anything. 

Now that OD was gone, he didn’t know what to do. His whole existence was based on the boy with him doing everything just for the sake of his brother’s happiness. He dedicated his life to taking care of OD, making sure that nothing could hurt his little body. But when the sole reason why he managed to survive in this cursed world disappear, he was completely lost. 

At first, Kim Dokja felt absolute anguish. He cursed the gods for taking his brother away, destroying every single last bit of effort he had built up until now. He loathed the people who were still alive and kicking when OD had to pass away at such a young age, not being able to experience what he would like to do. But slowly, he started to feel nothing. It was as if all of his senses were nulled and he reverted back to the days when he silently endured his father’s beatings, his little brother hiding in the closet. His mind went blank, not a single thought recurring in his head. Everything he did feel meaningless. 

Kim Dokja was staring mindlessly at the casket where OD lay when he noticed people gathering around it. The moment they were about to close the lid, Kim Dokja heard himself talking for the first time in a few days: 

“Please, let me see my brother for the last time.” 

He rushed to OD’s side, quickly pulling a picture out of his pocket. Then he placed that picture into the casket before giving his brother a final look. The boy was smiling as if he had a nice dream, a dream where Kim Dokja was not present. 

Kim Dokja remembered the words his brother told him before he took his last breath. 

“Hyung, I… want to carry… this with me.” 

The boy slowly raised his hand to give Kim Dokja the picture he was holding. In the picture, his brother was smiling happily at a man with an expressionless face - Yoo Joonghyuk. 

That same man’s sole existence was the only thing that Kim Dokja loathed more than spring. 

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Kim Dokja didn’t remember his first meeting with the man. It was blurry, just like the rest of his life. The only thing that he remembered was how OD looked at him. Bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. The boy fell in love with him at first sight. 

Things turned out to be convenient as OD and Yoo Joonghyuk were meant to be engaged to each other. Something about their family’s traditions and being courteous to the powerful Yoo family. He didn’t understand all of that, but he was certain about one thing. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t care about the engagement. 

More precisely, the man didn’t care about anything. He always appeared to be expressionless, a frown never left his face. Yoo Joonghyuk was curt, rude, and unsociable. Nevertheless, his actions were gentleman-like and he knew how to treat others with the right amount of care. And that’s what made OD fall for him harder. 

At first, Kim Dokja didn’t pay attention to his brother’s feelings. After all, love was something normal for someone of their age. He probably was the odd one for not feeling any sort of affection for people of the other sex. Or the same sex. 

But when he started to realize that Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t pay any mind to his brother, Kim Dokja wanted to tell his brother to give up this futile love. What’s the point of loving a man who didn’t even look at you? Why did his brother have to go that far for a man he just met? 

Kim Dokja couldn’t understand. He couldn’t understand why his brother could fall in love with such a man. He had always felt uncomfortable around Yoo Joonghyuk’s presence. Every time he looked into that dark deep eyes of his, his mind was screaming for him to run away. It was as if his subconsciousness was trying to tell him that something was going wrong. 

Maybe he was right. A year after od engagement with Yoo Joonghyuk, the boy was diagnosed with stage 3 leukemia. Upon hearing the news, Kim Dokja’s eyes suddenly went back. OD had always been sickly since birth, but it never really affected his daily activities. Kim Dokja was so sure that as long as he sacrificed everything, his brother would be able to live a long happy life. Turned out he was wrong. Completely wrong. 

Kim Dokja didn’t know if it was a blessing or not when Yoo Joonghyuk’s presence helped od go through his treatment. The usual pessimistic boy would always try to endure the pain, saying that he had to get better quickly so that the wedding could take place. Every time Yoo Joonghyuk visited him in the hospital, he would act all happy and giddy for the whole day. Even the man’s empty words sparked joy inside the boy’s heart. 

“Ah, so he cares about me.” 

OD dreamily sighed as he gazed at the flower bouquet Yoo Joonghyuk just brought earlier. It was the kind of bouquet that you could easily buy in front of the hospital, one that was for people who just didn’t want to come in empty-handed. They may appear to be expensive, but their insides were just empty. 

Despite his blatant disinterest, Yoo Joonghyuk somehow kept visiting OD in the hospital. Every day, after work, he would come into the hospital room with some sort of gifts. A flower bouquet. A teddy bear. Supplementary pills. Expensive juices. Everything that one could think of when they want to visit a sick person. 

The visits, just like the relationship itself, were strange. OD would be the one talking most of the time while Yoo Joonghyuk mindlessly listened to him. His replies only consisted of the same three phrases: “Is that so?”, “I see.” and “Hm.” The last one couldn’t even count as a sentence. 

After sitting like a statue for exactly 30 minutes, Yoo Joonghyuk would bid his brother goodbye. No kiss, no hug, no word of affirmation. Just a simple “goodbye”. But for OD, that was enough. 

At first, Kim Dokja tried to leave the room so that the two could have some privacy. However, after his brother's constant begging and a realization that nothing really happened, he stayed inside, lying on the sofa while reading some web novels. Kim Dokja didn’t mutter even a single word as he listened to his brother’s monologue. Sometimes, it was too painful to watch his beloved OD desperately keeping the conversation going. He wanted to give Yoo Joonghyuk a slap, asking why the man visited when he didn’t even try to talk to his brother. Why did he keep giving his brother false hope? Why didn’t he call off the engagement when he was blatantly disinterested? 

Those thoughts didn’t stop until the day OD passed away. 

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It rained heavily the moment the funeral came to an end. People left the cemetery one by one, their masks falling off as they started to laugh and talk. It was as if the whole thing was just a joke. Kim Dokja felt sick just looking at their cheerful faces. 

He was the last one to remain in the cemetery, his eyes didn’t leave the cold stone tomb for once. Well, he’s not really the only one. A man with a tall figure stood behind him, holding an umbrella that sheltered both of them from the rain. As usual, he couldn’t guess what Yoo Joonghyuk was thinking just by looking at his expression. He had that same look as when he visited OD in the past, the look of utter apathy. They stood there in silence, the only sound being the heavy raindrop hitting the hard ground. None of them uttered a single word as they kept staring down at the small grave that was decorated with fresh flowers. 

Kim Dokja was about to leave when he heard the other man call his name. 

“Kim Dokja.” 

He didn’t answer. 

“Do you want to start a romantic relationship with me?” 

The man said in a voice that couldn’t be more devoid of emotions. 

At first, Kim Dokja didn’t understand the meaning of that sentence. But when the words clicked inside his head, he realized how crazy they sound. His dead younger brother's fiancée just asked him out. 

“Why?” 

Kim Dokja tried to stay calm. If not, he’s afraid that he would launch at the bastard, giving him all the beating he deserved. 

“My parents.” 

Ah, so he wanted to maintain a good relationship with this cursed family. While his father was shitty, the man still owned a big company and a lot of money. 

At that moment, Kim Dokja felt something break inside his body. Maybe he had gone crazy. Maybe he had stopped thinking. Maybe his heart had been buried alongside his brother. But when he next opened his mouth, he heard himself saying: 

“I agree. But on one condition.” 

“Take me to the places you have gone with my brother.”  

That day marked the beginning of the spring curse. 

“OD, please wait for your hyung.” 

[mycptsdstory]

I remember a weird memory.

So let's set the scene and backstory, before I go into the memory.

So, just after my adopted got murdered, I was sent back to England. This was when I started to say "no" to different things and my ex friends, thought I was the most rudest person ever. Tbh, I honestly believed them for a very long time.

My mother was best friends with the next door neighbour, and this neighbour (at the time), fostered teens. I used to hang out with these teens and some of them, are extremely unruly and had a lot of trauma. So they cause arguments, fights, drinking, do drugs and of course my neighbour would let them. (TDLR, my mother used to work in social services. My mother got her into foster care because my neighbour wanted money. My mother committed fraud by doing this and sending fake letters saying how the person is okay to foster. When they're clearly not).

So one of the teens (let's call her Emma), I knew as a young kid and I knew her biological mother and step father. The step father knew the sperm donor and was best friends, the family came over to my house, A LOT. Later on, the step dad turned out to be a monster, sexually assaulted one of Emma's sisters multiple times (Emma has 2 sisters and they are identical twins) as a child and all of them got taken away from social services. Now Emma was in foster care and separated from her 2 sisters.

Now back to the memory.

I used to hang out with Emma, but I always felt uncomfortable. My mother would force me to hang out with her and we always argued, because Emma would get into trouble, to a point the police got called. Mostly petty crime like damaging people's property or go into abandoned buildings and get high or drink. I'm NOT into that. Emma called me "you're such a goody goody two shoes". Tbh, I didn't care, I didn't want to get arrested or get into trouble. Not my thing, even as a kid. It just wasn't my thing.

One day I finally caved in and hung out with Emma and her two other guy mates. The boys, bullied me for being goody goody two shoes. One day, they stole some of the things from the house, one guy kept saying he knows karate and will beat me up. (Ha! He didn't know, I'm a trained fighter) I got so mad, I chucked him out of my house, threatened him to break his collar bone if he didn't give me my stuff back. Then I found out he stuffed my favourite brush in his pants. So I made him undress, got him half naked and that's when I got my stuff back. I nearly called the cops. (But at the time, I was so afraid of calling the cops because when I tried to call the cops about the sperm donor raping me, i got called "you're just making it up for attention". So I just didn't call the cops).

Honestly, that should have been a warning sign, but I didn't listen and my mother forced me to hang out with Emma again.

My mother and neighbour, told the 2 boys and Emma what they saw is all made up. I can't fight and it's all imaginary. (So basically, they gaslight and manipulated teens. Why? Who the fuck knows. I stopped asking questions a long time ago).

This memory, really gave me the ick, for such a long time.

I hung out with Emma again and her best friend (let's call her Chelsea). The two boys, me and Chelsea, all went to this Quarry (not abandoned, they just like to get caught). So everyone decided to play this game and the two girls tried to force me to suck one of boys dicks. I kept saying no, they were like "oh go on, it will be your first time". I kept saying no and eventually the boy whipped out his dick and said "go on, suck on it". I burst into laughter on how small it was. They kept calling me rude and said "but you're a virgin. You don't know what a small dick looks like". I'm like, that looks like a 3 inch. The boy replied "it's 4 inches actually". I'm like "3.5 then". It got heated, turned into an argument and I shouted at the top of my voice "I said FUCK OFF AND I MEAN NO". They were shocked that i did that, I ended up walking away and I didn't say anything to them. I just got my things, walked away and when I went down this hill to the main entrance to leave, I saw a security guard for the Quarry and he said "hey! You shouldn't be here". I replied back "I know, it's why I'm leaving". He was gonna call the cops on me but I said "look, I didn't want to come but these 4 did and forced me to go with them". Told him what happened, told them the names and where they lived. He didn't call the cops on me and he was glad I was safe. He ran up with his colleague, and he quickly called the cops and thanked me for the tip off.

When I was walking home, I saw a bunch of police cars going to the Quarry. I went back safe. The next day tho... I was scolded for calling the cops on Emma, Chelsea and the 2 boys. Everyone was not happy with me and they kept saying I was rude and inconsiderate. That I don't deserve to live and shit like that. They didn't do anything to me tho, but I know Emma is still not happy with me.

But looking back, I think I did a good thing. I didn't back down, I didn't bow down. IF I did, I would probably got raped but I didn't. So the security guard was on my side because I basically grassed on them. Oh well, maybe don't force a person to be raped and go somewhere, you shouldn't have gone to.

It's probably why Emma hates me. No idea what kind of trouble Emma, Chelsea and the two got into. I just know, they all fell out with each other and blamed me for it. Projection much.

Anyway, that's the weird memory. Just thought I would write it down. It helps with my memory and it helps me regulate my emotions. Thanks for reading this.

[wejusthereforthefanart]

Rediscovered How To Train Your Dragon, and wrote this instead of continuing the fics people actually want to read

Another sticky finger jabbed Snotlout's back, smearing a booger across his vest as he heard a chorus of obnoxious giggles erupting behind him. He tried to ignore Ruffnut and Tuffnut all day, after failing to hide from them through the village. They were smaller, being little more than a year younger than himself, but they were much faster, and running away only prompted them to tackle him into the dirt. One of them swatted at his rear with a sharp stick, and the laughter continued.

The boy spun around to glare at the twins, "Will you two knock it off?! Leave me alone!"

"No," the little girl replied gleefully, her short braids swaying in tandem with the shake of her head. The stick in her hands was longer, and looked heavier than he expected. 

Her brother bounced on the balls of his feet, "Yeah, no!"

Snotlout rolled his eyes and slipped into his uncle's house, slamming the front door in the kids' faces before they could follow him inside. They knocked on the door while he threw open the ice box for leftover jerky, and to his relief, the noise ceased by the time Stoick leaned his head around the corner.

"You wanna tell me why you're making such a ruckus in my house, boy?"

“It wasn’t me, it was the twins,” Snotlout groaned, "Are all the Thorstons as annoying as those two?" 

"Ah, I should have expected. You know, I'm proud of you for staying with them while their mother is at work. They stay out of trouble when they’re around you."

"I don't have a choice," he grumbled, shutting the ice box closed, "They just won't take a hint and buzz off! Ugh, no wonder their dad left."

"Hey," Stoick's hand slapped the back of his nephew's head, "I don't want to hear that again, Snotlout, understand?"

"Sorry, sir." 

"No, I mean it," he said, before pulling the boy outside by his ear. Snotlout blinked, surprised to see there was no one waiting for them when Stoick dragged him down the front steps. The stick Ruffnut had been carrying lay abandoned in the grass, but he wasn’t given a chance to pick it up as the Chief tugged him along until they reached the middle of the village. 

“Do you see what I see out there?” Stoick asked, gesturing to several families playing near the docks. A couple of children sat on a man’s boots while he walked, and some fathers tossed their sons into the water. 

“Yeah, I see that stuff all the time.”

Stoick bent his back to lean in close to the seven-year-old, “So do they. Don’t you think it hurts them to watch the other children with fathers, knowing they don’t have one themselves? Do you even know why he left?”

Snotlout shrugged, his shoulders sagging lower ashamedly, “I heard some people talking about how bad they act all the time. Isn’t that why?”

“Some folks around here are wary of the twins because they’re twins. The coward left his family out of superstition. It was never their fault.”

He started to feel queasy as the villagers went about their day, blissfully unaware of his guilty conscience that made his stomach churn. Turning around to walk back to the house with Stoick, he spotted an angry, middle-aged woman berating Ruffnut and Tuffnut while she hauled them forward. While Ruffnut argued back and resisted the painful grip around her small wrist, Tuffnut pathetically wiped at the tears running down his cheeks and tried to hide his face behind his long, blonde hair.

“Chief, please do something about the changelings!” she screeched, “They knocked over all of the wool I needed to make new sweaters for the cold weather-”

“It was a accident!” Ruffnut protested, “We said sorry!”

“Apologies from you two are nothing more than a trick to make us catch our deaths! You ruined my materials so everyone would freeze! You want all of Berk to perish!”

Tuffnut sniffled, “I don’t wanna kill people.”

“Of course you do, you little monsters,” she hissed in his face.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take it from here, Lambbush,” Stoick took their hands into his own and waited for the woman to storm off before leading the three children to his home. Snotlout trailed behind, and noticed the dirty looks many of the adults sent the twins as they walked past. He never paid much attention to other people, and wondered if Ruffnut and Tuffnut were just as unaware as he was. When they arrived back at the house, he sat beside them on the couch while his uncle flopped onto the rocking chair near the fireplace. 

“Do you both remember what I told you the last time this happened?” Stoick asked. 

Tuffnut leaned his head on his sister’s shoulder, “Pay attention…”

“...and apologize,” she finished.

“Do either of you want to explain why you weren’t paying attention?”

When Ruffnut stayed quiet, the boy said, “Ruff got sad ‘cause Astrid and her dad were having fun, and I thought I could make her feel better. She always gets happy when we dance together, but I fell, and all the wool got dirty. Then the lady started yelling at us.”

“And we said sorry, but she didn’t care! She wanted us to get in trouble!” she lifted her knees to her chin and tucked her face into her legs, “We get in trouble no matter what. Nobody likes us.”

On impulse, Snotlout blurted out, “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is. Everyone’s mad when we’re around.”

“Except mom,” Tuffnut added. 

Ruffnut shrunk into a tighter ball, “Even though we made our dad go away. He didn’t like us, neither.”

“Then we can all share my dad!” Snotlout puffed out his chest, “I have the best dad on the whole island, and you can be my little siblings, too.”

“Really?” Tuffnut’s eyes widened, and his lips turned upwards into a hopeful smile. 

“Yup! But that means you guys have to do whatever I say, since I’m the big brother.”

Ruffnut lifted her head to look at him with a deadpan expression, “Or what?”

“Or else you’ll get in trouble with Dad, and that’s the worst thing to ever happen!”

He told them story after story, regaling the tales of his adventures where he slayed dragons, wrestled beasts, and conquered entire ships of bloodthirsty pirates. Thinking back, he should have expected their overreaction upon meeting Spitelout. Ruffnut managed to sink her sharp, crooked teeth into his meaty forearm before the boy could even open his mouth. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t send the three of you out to sea on a plank of wood for that,” Astrid laughed from across the table. In celebration of Snotlout’s eighteenth birthday, he and his friends were drinking the night away in the pub, where the twins began sharing childhood memories of him. 

Tuffnut pushed his empty glass aside, “Trust me, he wanted to, but our mom convinced him to just keep us in the chicken coop for the rest of the day.”

“I actually forgot all about that,” Snotlout said, “How’d you remember? Your memory’s the worst out of everyone I know!”

Ruffnut punched his arm with a grin, “Like we’d ever forget our own brother.”

[champivenao]

Im making this post for my Elder Scrolls characters just so i can share them and a bit of their bios :3

TESIV: Oblivion

Brellin

Bosmer, Hero of Kvatch, Hero of Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil. After the oblivion crisis and the loss of Martin Septim, he joined the Arena of the Imperial City and later the Dark Brotherhood and subsequently became the listener. When a mysterious door apeared in Niben Bay he went to investigate and never came back to nirn.

TESV: Skyrim

Bear with me bc i have a lot of them Skyrim ocs :)

Aranni

Bosmer, The last dragonborn, descendant of Brellin’s family (not him directly lol), Ex-Master of the Thieves Guild. Born in Valenwood (Malabar Tor region)his father was a spinner, his mom a merchant and he also has a twin sister, Falin.his family followed the green pact (non strict), moved to the north of the Grathwood region when a wildfire (likely caused by the Thalmor) consumed his village and killed his dad. His family then moved to Anvil in Cyrodiil seeking better opportunities in trading. In his teen years he turned to thieving, got caught one too many times and his mom decided to send him off to work in a family friend’s warehouse in Bruma. He did for a time, until he got tired if it and decided to flee Bruma and go on a little adventure. He then crossed the Skyrim border without knowing and got caught in an imperial ambush.

You know how it goes, discovered he is the last dragonborn, joined the thieves guild, joined the Dawnguard along with his cousin, Fael, and when they brought Serana to the Volkihar castle, he then decided he wanted the power and became a vampire. Whey lost the vampire war against the Dawnguard, Fael spared his life and Aranni fled the castle while wounded, Sorex Vinius found him outside Solitude, the both of fell in love, Aranni got cured of his vampirism and out of his villain arc and lived happily ever after in the Winking Skeever until Miraak arrived.

He traveled to Solstheim met Fael who was doing research with the college, and was not happy to see Aranni again. They ended up working together so Aranni could defeat Miraak.

Falin

Bosmer, Aranni’s twin sister. Shares the same backstory as him, except she helped her mom with their warehouse in Anvil. Traveled to Skyrim a little after her brother, looking to do trading business there. As the civil war in Skyrim went on and she saw the injustices it brought in the province, she decided to join the imperial side and fight in the war and help put an end to it. As the imperials won the war she decided to retire and maybe open up a shop and live peacefully in Riften. She started hearing some rumors about the orphanage and went to check if they were true. They were, and she was horrified. She did not know what to do, but overheard some of the children talking about Aventus Aretino, the boy who fled to Windhelm and a Dark Brotherhood Contract.

She decided to take his contract, convinced that it was the only option, as neither the guards or authorities in Riften were able (or willing) to do anything about Grelod the “Kind”; not knowing that said contract belonged to someone else…

Fun Fact: she didnt know Aranni was in Skyrim at all until she received an invitation for his wedding. She did know that he disappeared from the warehouse but didn’t know where he went. She was happy for him and that he turned his life around but also very pissed off bc their mom was very worried about him+ he abandoned his responsibilities.

Fael

Bosmer(?), Aranni and Falin’s cousin. Came to Skyrim seeking adventure and answers after his parents revealed that he was adopted and that they didn’t know where he came from. Joined the Dawnguard with his cousin and stayed with them, after Aranni betrayed them. After Serana showed up in the Dawnguard fort they started becoming very close friends and after the Vampire war was over, they went on adventuring together and he developed a crush on Serana (who didn’t) wich she rejected and eventually led them to go their separate ways.

I dont want to say more about him bc i want to do a small project w/him and its spoilers.

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Elindir

Bosmer, Green Pact (very strict on veggies, does not eat his veggies). Because ESO is MASSIVE im just gonna list the chapters/dlc he has had a main rol in, maybe sprinkle some details on his story.

Born in the Grathwood region in Valenwood, in the outskirts of Elden Root. Traveled to Glenumbra where he met Darien Gautier and while at first they hated each other they became very close friends (Daggerfall Covenant questline)

Left the covenant and travelled to Vulkhel Guard in Auridon where he was approached by a hooded figure which asked him to speak to her Benefactor who awaited him in the Interim Suitor. After arriving he was ambushed by Worm Cultists who brought him to Mannimarco who sacrificed him to Coldharbour (Main quest)

After escaping Coldharbour and while helping the Prophet, he met Razum-dar in Khenarthi’s Roost and helped him trough the Aldmeri Dominion questline.

Defeated Mannimarco, reclaimed his soul back, and reunited the Five Companions (main quest again)

Coldharbour questline, in which he meets Darien again and both are very happy to see each other, even in such a dire situation. Elindir develops a crush on him (who didn’t)

After defeating the daedric prince he is devastated by all the losses, but especially by Darien vanishing.

Just to clarify in my hc Darien is bi with a LOT of comphet tendencies, it makes sense in my brain bc the way he speaks to/about women/femme ppl feels very forced imo, especially when it comes to the vestige: he expresses the same fondness for either male/female pcs but forces the flirtyness with female pcs . And i know i do not have to explain/justify my headcanon but i know how some ppl are on the internet. Let me be happy with my bread boy.

Now to the chapters/dlc:

- Orsinium [finds Eveli Sharp-Arrow to be very annoying]

- Daedric war ( morrowind/summerset) [details: met Darien again, hes the champion of meridia/vessel, declared their love for each other and promissed that after this one last battle they would retire from adventure stuff and live in a very cute cottagecore gay farm. This did in fact not happened and darien gave the last of his meridian essence(?) to help Elindir defeat Nocturnal. ]

- Elsweyr chapter and respective DLC [not a lot to add except old man Abnur Tharn dead :( ]

- Greymoor Chapter and DLC [more suffering for my OC yippee, Verandis is gone :( ]

- Blackwood and DLC [got too attached to to the 4 ambitions, Elindir viewed Sombren especially as a child figure, kinda]

Havent played High isle (bc im very dumb and bought a steam key, when i in fact dont have the steam ver, and didn’t notice until it was too late, i had to give it to my bf) and at this time Necrom hasnt come out yet + im waiting for the discounts >:)

Anyways TES is my special interest, go figure. As we say in LatAm, les toco soportar 💅🏼👁️💋👁️

Fin.

Edit: forgot this is not twitter, i can edit stuff yay, added Blackwood, its dlc and Orsinium info :)

[thebestskeers]

“Good day to all!”

I hope you’re all having just a lovely time. I can proudly say I am not, a pesky Gryffindor stole my tie for a ‘potion thing’ and didn’t give it back, and now I must suffer the wrath of his aunt. But on another note, I’m happy to be here with you lot!

now, let’s do this one last time, right from the beginning. Aaand with a few clarifications.

This is an ask page (mostly), and yes I am a 7th year! I’m open to answer your slightly more ‘freakier’ questions.

No, I am not MC. They’re a bit of a pest, really. But they’re certainly keeping Sebastian busy since Anne went away. I’m still not sure what’s happened with her.

I am in the British time zone, whatever the posh letter for it are. So please be mindful of when I’ll most likely be asleep! … and ignore that I posted this at 3am! :)

Now, onto a few fun facts so you can get to know me!

My Appearance:

Yes, this is the most accurate photo that shows how I really look! And despite how it looks, this is not a mugshot. I have rather pale skin, but I’d caught a tan in this photo.

I have golden blonde hair that can be quite darker at the top sometimes, though I am a natural blonde. It’s naturally straight and rather thick, it falls just below my shoulder blades.

my eyes are actually green, but in every common light they look grey.

I do wear makeup, but only a little. Weasley always seems to notice the days where I put on a bit more lipstick than others.

My House:

I am a Slytherin purely by nature I suppose. My mother was a cold-hearted, determined and genius potioneer and the top of her classes in Slytherin house, but my father was… not the same. My father was apparently quite the troublemaker, and a crazed Gryffindor, he was expelled in his 5th year for covering for my mothers mistakes, the two really were in love at some point in time.

My Family:

My mother is a complicated woman. I don’t live with her anymore, but I did until I was 11. When I was 12 I spent all year at Hogwarts, then when I was 13 my father finally got custody of me. I’ve lived in the lighthouse with him ever since. But, my mother was a very stern woman. We lived in a large house, since I came from a weather lineage. I wasn’t allowed to leave, ever. My mother runs a… risky business. She couldn’t risk her children leaving and being targeted as hostages. There was only one garden, full of gorgeous flowers and glowing green beds of grass. But, that was the closest I ever got to going outside until my Hogwarts admission letter. Then, I left and never looked back. She couldn’t keep control over me anymore.

My father is hysterical. And not in the funny way. He left me and my mother just a few weeks after I was born, because he felt himself losing his sanity. He’s still the same now, occasionally he runs away but he always comes back. Usually for a sandwich. He owns 7 chicken coops but no chickens, lives in an abandoned lighthouse, and only seems to wear flannel shirts. Other than all that, I forgave him when he took my in when no one else would. He’s always going to be my beloved father.

My twin brother, Colin Victor-Skeers. He’s my mothers and my step-fathers child, just not through blood. and it shows. He’s always been rather cold, but he only seems to open up around Sebastian. We never really got along, we still don’t. But thanks to Natsai we’re at least on talking terms now.

My beloved little sister, Greta Victor-Skeers. She looks so much like her father. She may only be a third year, but she’s still so little in my eyes. She seems intimidating and cold but don’t let that fool you, she’s a sweetheart deep down. Not to mention she’s got a bit of a crush on that boy running Crossed Wands, she’s just too scared to admit it! Oops, you didn’t hear any of that ;)

My Friends:

My dearest and longest friend, Anne Sallow. We all know she’s got a thing going on with Natsai, we’re not stupid. She’s an angel, a saint, a gift sent from the heavens above. When I went along my merry way to Hogwarts in my first year I still had no concept of social cues and was struggling to find my way around. Anne was the first and only person who helped me that day! She introduced me to her twin brother and his best friend, and since then she’d been my closest ally. …wherever she is now, I hope she’s still smiling bright.

Sebastian Bartholomew Sallow… what is there to say? Has he got his darker sides? Sure. Have I had a crush on him before? Yes. Did Anne tease me endlessly? It’s very obvious. But in all seriousness, he has to be one of the smartest wizards I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Even if his knowledges are in some of the more questionable ends of magic. He’s always treated me right, and I know I could go to him for anything.

Natty! Oh, my girl! Y’know, we have a pact? If neither of us are married in ten years we’ll tie the knot ourselves! Goodness, Natty has to be a close tie for second with Sebastian. She’s the kindest and most loving soul I’ve ever met. She’s gorgeous, not to mention! I could talk about her for hours and hours but… I’m afraid she’ll wallop me.

Ominis Gaunt, a charming young man! I don’t know an awful lot about him, but we’ve known of one another since the train ride to Hogwarts in our first year. Mostly because he accidentally bumped into me, but I helped him pick-up his things after a cold scolding from the boy. I admire him, really. I’d help him through thick and thin.

Garreth, please, oh please, bring me my things back. Weasley here enjoys taking my things for his potions. Last week it was my favourite perfume and today it was my tie! Almost makes me wonder what he’s making. But, he’s a sweetheart, I must admit. He always lends a helping hand, is a big hugger, and is very good at letting me know when my lipstick is smudged. He even does the honours of helping me neat it up! He likes telling me I’m pretty cool too, like, a lot. I’ve heard from his older brother in 6th year that he’s got a thing for me, but I find that hard to believe.

I believe that’s all there is to say on my part! Feel free to ask a question in my ask box, shoot me a message, or just read through! I’d be happy to answer any other questions you have!

With all my love,

Kathleen N. Skeers <3