#and let's pretend that charles is pretending to be a scary ghost

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Edwin and Charles sheet ghost embroidery patterns

@deadboyween day 11- Halloween

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[super-unpredictable98]

A Lot To Talk About | Misfits AU

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse)

Word Count: 1,1 k

Warning: Strong language

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I knew someday I would slip up, I didn't think it would be so soon, but I knew. I'm too clumsy not to mess things up even a little bit. So I accidentally wore a corset with my hair up to a concert, leaving my shoulders bare. When I realized it, I immediately let my hair down, but that was about halfway into the performance.

All I could do was pray that no one saw the birthmark, but I wouldn't be telling you this story if no one actually saw it… Some people did see it and there was a little bit of gossip over it, but soon enough, everyone had forgotten about it, or so I thought.

"Are you sure you're okay with being a bridesmaid? It might call too much attention…" Simon whispered as Nathan and I left his flat after a little double-date dinner to plan his wedding.

"I'm literally on the cover of Esquire right now, I think we're a little past calling attention to myself," I joked.

"I know, but mum and dad will be there, and our grandparents, and little Lydia…"

"Do you not want me as Alisha's bridesmaid?" I frowned.

"Of course I want you to, Peanut! You're my sister, how could I not want you there? I'm just worried about your… Situation."

"Um, guys?" Nathan poked my shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

"One second, Natty, this is important," I said without turning away from Simon. "No, really! THIS is important!"

When Simon and I turned around, our father was standing there, agape, pale as chalk, looking like he just saw a bloody ghost.

"Shit…" I muttered.

"D'you think he heard it?" Nathan whispered.

"I am literally 10 feet away, of course I heard it," dad finally spoke up.

"Hi, Charles," I smiled sheepishly at him, my brain trying to pretend nothing happened. "You remember me, right? We met once at the grocery shop-"

"I think we've met a little before that, didn't we?" He chuckled.

Simon was paralyzed with fear, I know he was internally beating himself up for exposing me like that, but to be honest, it was a lot less scary than I imagined it would be.

"Dad, Lyddie is my friend you know… She's like a sister to me… And Alisha too…" Si stuttered nervously.

"I knew that birthmark looked familiar," dad walked towards me, slightly teary. "And those eyes as well. What happened to you, Blossom?"

"Well, it's a long story," I grimaced. "Do you remember that storm a couple of years back?"

——————————————————

"So, my kids are superheroes, and my kids' spouses are also superheroes… And half of this town are superheroes."

"Or supervillains," Simon added. "We've met some people who were really dangerous and used their powers for evil."

"So you're saying, you are my Blossom in ten years?" Dad stared blankly, in shock from all the information we just dumped on him.

"Yes, but I go by Lydia or Lyddie now, I still hate that name."

I had seen him a couple of times from afar, but we were never able to really talk. It pained me so much to stay away from him, to never call him dad again.

"Lydia," he smiled, tears running down his face. "I am so proud of you, you are so brave and so talented. You're everything your mother and I raised you to be."

"Thank you, dad," I sobbed, unable to hold back any longer, and he held me, gently kissing my forehead. "I missed you so much."

"How long has it been?"

"About two and a half years."

"Oh, sweetie! It's alright, it's okay," he rubbed my back soothingly.

"Don't tell mum, she's gonna freak out."

"But Lydia…"

"Please, dad, please don't tell her. You know how she can get."

"Fine, I won't, but I think she would like to meet you, I couldn't imagine a better future for you."

"That's because you don't know Nathan," Simon muttered mockingly.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Nate scoffed dramatically. "I am a perfect gentleman, sir, nothing t'worry about."

"I can see it in your face, kid…" dad looked him up and down. "That isn't true, but if my daughter loves you and chose to marry you, she must have a good reason."

"Aw, thanks, dad!" Nathan tilted his head

"Don't push it, Nats," I warned playfully.

"What is your power?" Dad asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm immortal and I can also do reality warping, it's kinda like bein' a magician, but without the tricks."

"Interesting… would you mind showing me?"

"No, not at all," Nathan smiled, happy to show off his powers any chance he got. "Lyddie mentioned a few times you're a fan of Guinness, right?"

"Right."

"Then cheers, man," he snapped his fingers and a can appeared in the palm of his other hand.

"Wow!" Dad took the can with an amazed smile. "I like this one, Lydia."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Simon teased. "He's usually a completely different person."

"Just get over it, Barry," Nathan leaned back smugly. "My father-in-law likes me."

"Barry?" Dad looked at me confused and I simply shrugged.

"No, my father doesn't know you well enough," he countered with a smirk. "Should I tell him about that volunteer we had… What was her name, Lyddie? The blonde one that was a bit older."

"You mean Ruth?" I smiled, taking the opportunity to push my husband's buttons.

"Ruth! That's right, dad you're not gonna believe it-"

"NO!" Nathan shouted. "If you tell 'im that, I'm gonna tell 'im about the shapeshifter, should we go there?"

"Then I'll tell him about that time you got that tattoo."

"And I'll tell 'im about the very interesting things you had t'say when Alisha  touched you with her old power."

"So I'll tell him about what you did to Nikki's mattress."

"Stop that!" I laughed. "We have more than enough incriminating stories about each other, our father doesn't need to know any of them!"

"But… now I'm curious, I wanna know all of them," dad grinned, making me regret not telling him sooner. He was acting so cool about the whole thing, I was so happy to have him back.

"Convenient for you to say that, Lollipop," my husband taunted. "You wouldn't want me t'mention the bet with the pills, right?"

"Or what you used to do with Nathan in the Community Centre…" Simon joined.

"Okay, seems like we have a lot to talk about," dad cracked open his beer. "Let's start from the beginning, how did you and my daughter meet, Nathan?"

"That's a cool story," he started. "So, I was playin' bowling one night, right?"

Tag List: @seanfalco @elliethesuperfruitlover @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

[hoodoo12]

Model Behavior (3/?)

Still SFW, more discussion and scary exploration of feelings. 

Part 1

Part 2

@janitor-boy @angelicspaceprince @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul  Enjoy! ~

Once again in a very short span of time, Adam found himself surprised by Beetlejuice. And not because the demon had snuck up behind him and fondled his behind with a ludicrous honking noise! Even as he had been marshalling his own thoughts, trying to figure out how best to broach the terribly tense silence and get to the heart of the matter, Beetlejuice beat him to it. His eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the unexpected forthrightness even as Beetlejuice's voice broke at the beginning, his usual rapid-fire manner of speaking now consisting of uncertain stuttering starts and stops. 

Adam turned bodily on the sofa to better face him. 

"Well, yes, Barbara and I are married," he agreed gently, marginally aware that the hands he had folded on his thigh were twirling the wedding band around his finger. "And, yes, that thing . . . "

He broke off a moment and cleared his own throat. He'd gone over this over and over in his head but now that the time had come to actually speak the words, they seemed determined to crawl back down his throat. Clasping his hands together, he took a deep breath and dove right in. 

"What I mean is, I don't regret what happened between us, even though I may have let myself get . . . carried away, and I'm sorry if it upset or confused you. I didn't even think about it in the moment, that's the sort of thing I usually do with Barbara or now Lydia and . . . I was proud of you and happy for you and I wanted to show you that." 

He smiled, knowing it would come across a little strained but hoping it would put Beetlejuice a little more at ease before he revealed the next thing. 

"And I . . . I did talk to Barbara about it. But she wasn't mad! So please don't feel like you're in trouble, because you're not! No one's angry, okay?"

It was a little better now that Adam was talking and that he seemed to grasp what he'd try to convey. The ghost knew Adam kissed Barbara and Lydia when he was proud of them, he'd seen the man do it, but to be the recipient of it threw him into turmoil because no one ever treated him like that. And then, afterward, when it went further . . . he couldn't wrap his head around how soft it'd been, and how willingly given. 

Before he's grew the balls to come back up here, he'd wondered endlessly about Adam's orientation. The fellow ghost had never given off any kind of vibe other than straight, so that added a layer of confusion to the whole situation. And he was married! To Barbara! Who kind of scared him a little bit-- 

Beetlejuice's eyes went wide as the word Barbara bounced around the inside of his skull.

barbara 

barbara 

barbara

"Holy fuck, Adam?! You told your wife?!"

Seeing his best effort to break the news carefully fail miserably, Adam raised his hands in a supplicating gesture. 

"Of course I did," he said gently. "She's my wife, Beetlejuice, I couldn't keep something like this from her. She was . . . surprised, to say the least. She was really, really surprised. But she wasn't angry." 

Hoping it would ease the specter's obvious distress, Adam decided to tell him exactly what had been said between him and Barbara. Maybe hearing the conversation for himself would reassure him where Adam's words alone did not. 

"She asked me how it made me feel," he said. "And . . . I told her that I wasn't sure. But when I thought about it I realized that I didn't dislike it, though maybe it went just a tad further than I was comfortable with. Which wasn't your fault and I'm not blaming you, not at all! I've really only ever kissed Barbara before, she was my first girlfriend and everything so . . .  I'd never really thought about what it might be like to kiss someone who wasn't Barbara." 

He was beginning to ramble now, speaking faster as if trying to force the words out before he lost his nerve. 

"You and I had . . ." he paused to chuckle awkwardly at the memory. "Kissed before, but this . . . this was different. I'm not sure why I let it get that far, but I can't say that I regret it. Although, I have to admit, I don't know that I'd want to do it again. Which, let me say again, is not your fault." 

He sighed deeply, fighting against the urge to cross his arms over his chest, to withdraw into his shell. He needed to remain open, Delia had told him about how body language could make other people feel either welcome or shut off and he wanted Beetlejuice to feel like he was welcome here, with him, with them. 

"What about you?" he prompted softly. "How did it make you feel?"

As surprised as he'd been hearing that the missus Maitland had been informed, it was a lot of relief she hadn't come after him, demanding answers and explanations. Beetlejuice didn't think that any excuse he would give, even, "Adam started it!" would be taken well, despite the fact it was the truth. 

He listened to Adam's words and some of his personal life. His hands stayed in tight fists until his hands were numb, so he unclenched them and one hand went to his mouth so he could worry the thumbnail. He tried to take everything Adam said in and almost argued when he heard it wasn't his fault, but he didn't get a word in edgewise with how quickly the man beside him was talking. He flinched a little when he heard he wasn't sure he wanted to do it again; it hadn't been that bad, right? No matter what Adam said, it was common knowledge no one wanted to be with him. It shouldn't hurt at this point, but it did. 

This was about how he'd expected the whole thing to go, anyway. 

At the softly spoken questions, pointed directly at him, however, he stopped chewing his nail for a moment. 

Here was his opportunity to make it a joke. Make it raunchy, make it rude, hide how he felt behind the exterior he'd built for just such occasions. No need for anyone to truly see him. 

But as he opened his mouth to laugh and make some depreciating comment, he looked over at Adam, and was disarmed. Adam was sitting with an expectant air. He didn't look as worried as before; it'd been replaced with sincere interest. All the snarky, clever comments died in his throat. 

He gave a little half shrug, more a twitch of a shoulder than an actual gesture. He jerked his hand away from his mouth and whispered, "I liked it." 

He glanced up into Adam's eyes but couldn't hold it; in another second he looked away again. 

Even more quietly, with his voice feeling like it was sticking, he continued, "I wanted . . . to do it again." 

He closed his eyes completely at the end, in shame.

Adam nodded a little gravely. He had rather expected that would be the case, as Beetlejuice had self-identified himself as "a very sexual being". The first time Beetlejuice had kissed him, it had been like something out of a cartoon; the charade of pretending to be his father, grabbing him and dipping him, a hard press of lips and just . . . shock. He'd been so exuberant, practically giddy as a toddler hopped up on sugar when he made those first overtures but they were more spontaneous, like he didn't really know how else to express how excited he was. Like he was more interested in their reactions than the kissing itself. 

Then there was the time Adam himself had made the move, but that had been purely to distract Beetlejuice from doing any harm to Charles while Lydia's plan was set in motion. If he were honest, Adam did still feel a little badly about how it had all happened: how they'd lied and tricked him into believing they wanted him around, playing on his obvious desire for inclusion and affection. 

After seeing his mother, just a fleeting glimpse of how Beetlejuice must've been treated, he'd felt even more guilty. Something occurred to him, then, a question he felt he probably knew the answer to. 

Shifting his position on the couch, leaning slightly forward into Beetlejuice's space, his elbows propped on his knees, Adam tentatively inquired, 

"Beetlejuice, if you don't mind me asking: before you met us and the Deetzes, when was the last time you were with someone? The last time someone . . . touched you? Not necessarily in a sexual way, just . . . at all?"

He'd wanted to leave before; now with these questions he wanted to run. With Adam leaning in closer, however, with the man's knees practically against his thigh--no, wait, one would brush against his thigh if either of them shifted even a tiny bit, he felt pinned in place. 

"Adam . . . that's not fair," he whimpered.

tbc . . .

[video-killed-the-radio-host]

Kevin laid across his bed in the dark. It was a hot night so he wore a set of silk shorts and a tank top. They're white with lemons on them. It had taken a lot of work with Charles to get the confidence to show this much skin again. To show his winding feather like tattoos along with the burns and scars from years of mind breaking and attempts to remove the tattoos. 

He hates sleeping alone now but Charles had gone to Night Vale for a business trip. That was two months ago. He ghosted his fingertips down his cheeks, feeling the smile scars stretching from his lips up across his cheek bones. His fingers trail down his face, over the collar permanently seared to his throat. They had tried to remove it several times but it only caused pain and the last time nearly paralized Kevin. He decided he could live with it. He could live with it because he had Charles and even Donny-once he got over the shock- to keep him balanced. To remind him that it’s okay not to be happy.

But Charles has been gone so long. He told Kevin it was supposed to be a week, max. He said he was going to study the theological differences between the two towns. 

Time doesn’t exactly line up between the two towns and Kevin knows that but it’s been two months and Charles hardly ever called him or texted. He had three unopened snaps and eleven missed calls. 

Two months turn into three turns into six melt into a year. Kevin was raising Donny on his own. Donavan was a sweet kid but Kevin was not cut out to be a parent. Not alone. There were good days but more and more as time moves there are more bad days. Part of it was because he didn’t

know how to process emotions anymore. Strex took that from him. He found it harder and harder to keep a smile on his face and a gentle tone in his voice. He had some of the pills Strex had forced on him left. That would help right?

Maybe Lauren was right. Maybe he is broken beyond repair. Maybe….

Maybe he left me. For Cecil. Cecil isn’t broken. A small voice in the back of his mind whispers. 

But Charles wouldn’t just leave Donny right? That’s his son. Unless….  A clean break? Would he do that? Lie about that?

Kevin feels the ghosts of the shocks he used to get if he leaves town or had negative emotions. Maybe one could help? He’s come so close to snapping at Donny. It isn’t Donny’s fault. He’s more affected by Charles being gone and it’s selfish for Kevin to think otherwise. But sometimes he does. He can’t help it. It’s wrong but he finds himself not caring. 

Kevin peels himself out of bed on the three hundred and seventy fourth night that Charles has been gone. He knew there was a bottle in Lauren’s old office. It should be enough to hold him over until Charles gets back. Donny is sleeping and if he’s fast he can be there and back before-

No. He wasn’t going to do that. He just needs to think. To calm down and get his head on straight. He needs….needs to distract himself. But… He looks at the clock. Donny needs to get up for school soon. Then he can…

“You’re up early.” A soft voice behind him says.

Kevin turns. Donny is standing there, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Kevin chuckles. “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. How are you?”

“Do I have to go to school today?”

Kevin hums. “You know what? Why don’t you stay home with me today. We can have a mental health day.”

“Yeah!” Donny beams. “Movies?”

“Of course. And enough sweets that your father is going to strangle me.:

Donny’s face falls a little. “If he ever comes back.”

“You wanna know what I think?”

“Sure?”

“Well I know that time is all kinds of crazy over in Night Vale. I bet he just got confused on how time works.” Thanks to ‘working for’ Strex, Kevin had plenty of practice pretending to not be upset. 

That seemed to lift Donny’s spirits. “You’re probably right. Maybe we need to go and get him.”

“Oh..” Kevin reaches up and touches his face. ”Donny...I’m not welcome there. I’m sorry.”

“Why would my dad go somewhere that doesn’t like you? He says he loves you.”

Kevin bites down on his tongue. “It was for work. He didn’t really have a choice.”

“Well I’ll never go there. I don’t want to go anywhere that doesn’t want you around.”

Kevin bites his lip to keep on a brave face. “You’re a good kid.” He clears his throat. “Why don’t you go pick the first movie and I’ll make pancakes?”

“Can we watch The Lion King?”

“Of course.” Kevin chuckles and goes to the fridge as Donny heads to the living room.

-----.-----

It’s dark when Charles finally got home. He felt bad for cutting the trip short, but he was homesick and missed Kevin and Donny. He carefully unlocked the door in case Donny was asleep and slipped inside. What he wasn’t expecting was to be slammed into the door with a knife to his throat. 

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” Kevin’s voice growled into his ear and Charles couldn’t help the shiver that went through him.

“Kev. It’s me.”

The knife wavers a little. “Charles?” The whisper is broken and on the verge of tears. 

“I know I’m home early but-”

The knife was suddenly gone from his throat and he’s quickly turned around, pressed against the door. Kevin may be slightly shorter but his soft face is full of fury and pain.

“Early?” Kevin hisses. 

Charles glances over Kevin’s shoulder and can see Donny asleep on the couch.

“Kevin-”

Kevin grabs his arm and drags him though the house, to the master bedroom. He pushes the door shut and even puts the knife down. But even without the knife, Kevin was scary as hell. 

“Kevin…”

“You have been gone for almost-”

“I was only gone for-”

“-Over a year!”

“-Three days. Wait what?” Charles furrows his eyebrows. “That can’t be right.”

“You left me for a year-” Kevin shoves Charles backwards.

Charles drops his bag and lets himself fall back onto the bed.

“-to raise our son-”

“Kevin.”

“I was relapsing! I could have hurt him! I was-”

“Kevin.”

“I was considering stealing from Lauren.” Kevin slams his fists down onto Charles’ chest but he doesn’t use much force. He was upset but he couldn’t hurt the other man. “Getting back on those-”

Charles wraps his hands around Kevin’s wrists. “Kevin. Look at me.”

Kevin finally does. “What?”

“That was the first time you called Donny our son. Not my son . Ours.” Charles was smiling.

Kevin’s posture finally relaxes. A shaky smile even graces his face. “Our son.”

“Was I really gone for a year?” Charles asks softly, pulling Kevin down to lay with him. 

“Three hundred and seventy four days.”

Charles’ arms tighten around Kevin. “I had….no idea.. I’m so sorry. I would never willingly leave you for that long. Never.”

Kevin hums softly. 

“Kevin.”

“Hm?”

“You’re relapsing?”

Kevin closes his eyes and forces down the nasty feelings. “Can we talk about it in the morning?”

“Can you wait to be mad at me in the morning?” Charles cards a hand through Kevin’s hair. “I only experienced three days and it was terrible. I can’t even begin to consider what you went through.”

“I need you to make me a promise first.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave me for that long again. I-I can’t promise I won’t turn into who I used to be. I don’t want Donny to see me like that. Don’t-”

“I won’t. I won’t leave you ever again. I promise you that.”

-----.-----

@lady-dmaris Kevin angsttttt

[andiandyandee]

We Are Going to Be Friends Pt. 6

Logan steps in when Remus needs a little help, and may have accidentally given himself a new reputation.

(AKA It was time for a chapter that didn’t make everyone sad.) 

Words: 1250

Tag List: @datfearlessfangirl​ @princemesscharming​ @illogicalthinking​ 

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Here’s the series on ao3 and here’s the last part if you missed it!

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    Logan wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had spoken to the Sanders twins. Months, for sure, but it was difficult to say how many. It had been before his birthday, certainly. He had gotten quite good at keeping up with his ‘mostly apathetic but also very short-tempered’ personality, and frankly, hadn’t really thought of them much. They weren’t friends, and they really had only known each other about 12 hours before they stopped talking. Which was why he wasn’t sure what was compelling him to step in between Remus and the guy who was leaning over him.

    Logan was only out to ‘run to the restroom’ which was typically his excuse when his history teacher annoyed him and he wanted to leave before he lost his temper when he saw the pair slightly down the hall from him. Remus looked pale and jumpy, which could have just been that he was nervous, but Logan couldn’t shake that Remus looked scared. He had his arms wrapped tightly around his torso, and he was making himself small against the locker he was pressed against. The other guy, Logan could not remember his name, but he thought he might be a senior baseball player, was blocking Remus’s escape with an arm, obviously trying to flirt, but seemed to be coming off possessive and maybe scary. Remus wasn’t short, probably nearing six feet tall and he was muscular, but the Senior still had an easy three inches on him, and probably forty pounds of muscle. It made sense that Remus would be intimidated, but Logan was nearly 6’5, still dealing with the repercussions of his growth spurt, and he was not easily intimidated. He had started dressing more traditionally ‘punk’ now that he was buying his own clothes. (Larry’s hand me downs no longer fit, save for the jacket and boots) People recognized him as a ‘nerd’ for his classroom demeanor, but nobody was brave enough to go so far as bullying him. With sharp cheekbones and his long, unruly hair now brushing his shoulders, people avoided anything that could even potentially lead to pissing him off.

    He was trying to catch Remus’s eye, trying to see if he needed help, but his eyes were trained on the floor. Logan groaned quietly, knowing he was going to regret this, and walked over to the pair.

    “Hey, Rem. Sorry to interrupt but do you have the English homework? I just need to know where to find the answers to questions 14 and 16.” Both Remus and the Guy were looking at him now, Remus with wide eyes, either scared of the guy or shocked that Logan had willingly spoken a sentence. The Guy looked annoyed.

    “Can’t you find someone else to give you to homework, you fucking weirdo? We’re obviously a little busy here.” Logan kept a completely neutral face but glanced at Remus, who was now clearly pleading with Logan for help.

     “No, unfortunately, I can’t. I’m sure you can find some other unwilling sophomore to intimidate,” Logan glanced at the Guy “or perhaps you could crawl back into whatever primordial ooze released you now instead of with the other Cro-Magnons.” The Guy, Logan was starting to remember his name was something akin to Charlie, looked confused, and angry.

    “Listen here, kid.” Charlie stepped away from Remus, who immediately scrambled to be behind Logan, “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ll kick your ass right now if you want. No,” Charlie sneered, “ freshman is gonna tell me what to do.” Logan nodded as if this was reasonable.

    “Remus? Are you particularly attached to this person?” Logan glanced behind him, to see Remus hesitantly shaking his head ‘no’. “Wonderful. Why don’t you go find your brother, and tell him you’re experiencing extremely high levels of anxiety, and will probably need someone to talk to you down from a panic attack. If it’s not too much trouble, you may also want to let the office know there is a bleeding student in the hallway.” Remus looked confused at that.

    “No-nobody is bleeding, though.” Logan grinned at Remus, which was the first time he had smiled in a while.

    “You’re right, of course. Let’s remedy that.” Logan turned around and landed a left hook to the senior’s face. Charlie dropped, groaning loudly.

    “Now, I’m going to head back to class, there aren’t any cameras in this hallway, and Charlie here is going to need some ice. I’ll see you in next period.” Logan stepped over the senior, heading back towards the history classroom with a two-fingered salute and a wink, and Remus turned to the office, to let the nurse know some senior had just tripped and landed face first in the hallway.

    When Logan entered the English room, most of the class, who had been whispering about how Charles Brookes had been beaten up by ‘some punk kid’, stared at him.

    Whoever had seen the event apparently did not recognize Logan, but said that the punk kid was protecting one of the Sanders Twins. Most of the school was fond of Roman and Remus, so of course, nobody was on Charles’ side, but they were all trying to figure out who it was. Speculation pretty much stopped completely when Logan brushed his hair from his face and everyone saw the bruise forming on his left hand, but the whispers did not stop. Logan rolled his eyes and moved over to his seat, sitting down casually and opening up his notebook. He could feel eyes on him, not just from the rest of the class, but from the two sitting to his right. He took a deep breath before turning to the two.

    “Remus, I heard you were involved in an altercation earlier this morning. Are you quite well, now?” There was a ghost of humor in his eyes as he leaned on one hand, pretending to not know what happened. People went silent when they heard him speak, as they often did. His voice was authoritative, and left no room for disrespect, even though he was a 15-year-old freshman who was in desperate need of a haircut.

    “Y-yeah, I’m fine now, Lo. Thanks for asking.” Roman, who obviously knew the truth, was staring at Logan suspiciously.

    “Excellent to hear. It’s good to know someone was looking out for you, at least.”

    “Oh, yeah. I should have expected it honestly. They’re kind of an asshole, but they did promise me when we first met that ‘if anyone makes me feel like I have to do anything I don’t want to, to let them know, and They’d kick their ass for me.’” Remus did a poor impression of Logan’s voice as he said it, which immediately brought a tinge of red to Logan’s cheeks and ears. Logan hummed, tapping his pen on the desk.

    “A good sentiment. I am glad they were there, and hopefully, that same sentiment is extended to anyone who needs it .” Logan put just a bit of inflection at the end of that, knowing that most of the class was listening. Remus beamed, and Roman gave him a small smile, but Logan had already turned to the front of the room, pretending like he couldn’t tell half the room was staring at him like he had hung the stars. Things were by no means fixed between Logan and the people who could have potentially been his friends, but he did hope they were at least somewhat less tense.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Snake Charmer

Negan (The Walking Dead) x Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Summary: Jake questions Negan about the death of a young pizza delivery boy and bites off more than he can chew.

Word Count: 1463

Notes: This is for @annablack1102 and her “Teeny Tiny Writing Challenge” My prompt was Crime AU, so I brought him into my favorite Crime show with my favorite bisexual male detective.

Warnings: MLM Flirting, Mentions of Glenn’s Death, Negan’s Mouth, Captain Holt, Sexual Tension, Manic Jake, My take on Negan’s Real Name

Tags: @genevievedarcygranger @letsby @negans-network @collette04 @mblaqgi

Captain Holt folded his arms across his chest, his tired lungs slowly releasing an exasperated sigh. “This is Nicholas Egan; owner of the night club on 4th Street known as ‘Honey Bunz’.” He looked over at Jake before bringing his gaze back to the handsome man in the interrogation room. “Boyle and Jeffords took him in for questioning after they found the mutilated body of a young pizza delivery boy in the dumpster of his establishment early this morning.”

“So why isn’t Charles on the case?” Jake asked, pointing to the man through the double-sided mirror.

“Detective Boyle said that the man was ‘scary, and reminded him of his mother’.” Holt uncrossed his arms. “I sent Sergeant Jeffords in there to pick up the pieces, but Egan kept complimenting him on his impeccable physique, and didn’t actually answer any of his questions.” He paused and looked at Jake. “The man is a charmer, Peralta, he hasn’t even had to ask for a lawyer yet because had Jeffords practically blushing, the snake.” Holt spat out.

“His physique IS impeccable, though,” Jake whispered, staring off into the corner while he thought about Terry’s arms. “Have you seen him in the battle gear of Return to Skyfire?!”

“Peralta,” he pointed to the man in the hot seat. “A young man was brutally beaten and then tossed in the trash like he was nothing!” Captain Holt’s voice rarely faltered, his emotions coming through only once in a blue moon.

“Right right right right, there’s a horrible monster of a man out there beating people to death, and you think it might be him? Good. Got it!” He bit his lower lip and nodded, taking the case file from his superior officer. “Time to charm the snake!” ——————-

“So, Mr. Egan,” Jake waltzed into the interrogation room with a spring in his step, hoping to throw the man off guard.

“Call me Negan,” he smiled, turning in his chair to face him.

“Oh! Okay,” Jake glanced at his file then back at the suspect, raising his eyebrows. “Negan.”

He could suddenly tell why Terry was charmed out of the interrogation room and why Charles was too scared to even attempt to approach the table. Negan’s hair was dark, complemented by perfectly tanned skin and glowing amber eyes, his smile electric. Jake was pretty sure it was just a tactic, but he felt himself wanting to get closer, even if that meant getting electrocuted. He was big, from only his seated position Jake could tell that he would tower over him if they were on a level playing field. His tall stature wasn’t the only grandiose feature on this man, though. Something about him, the way he looked, they way he spoke, the way he was simply projected an enormity of presence Jake couldn’t quite explain.

Get it together, Jake! You’re a detective, he’s a suspect! He probably killed this poor pizza guy! He thought to himself, sitting on the chair backward. He remembered that Charles had told him something about reversing bad Juju by putting your sock on inside out or sitting on a chair backwards.

“Well then you can call me JPeralta… JP… Jay…” he tried to think of something comparable before deciding to wave it off. “You know what? Nevermind, you can just call me Detective Peralta. You’re a suspect, you know this.” He scooted himself closer to the table, opening the file in front of him to display the grotesque photographs of the crime scene.

“Oh my God!” Jake shouted, closing it and wishing he would have seen the photographs when he was in the other room.

“Shit, you okay?” Negan leaned forward, folding his hands together as a smirk crept over his lips. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Jake paused as he kept his hand on the worn and overused folder, noticing the glee this man took in his fear and surprise. He smiled and didn’t even pretend to be shocked or sorry that something like this happened on his property. He didn’t seem to be sorry that something like this had happened at all.

“What can you tell me about Glenn Rhee?” Jake regained his composure, sitting up in his chair and clearing his throat.

“Who?” He licked his lips and smiled, a row of perfectly white teeth electrifying the air around him amidst the dark walls of the interrogation room.

“Glenn Rhee: 27 years old, loving husband and soon to be father was found beaten to death in the dumpster behind your establishment. That… sound familiar? Ring any bells?” His eyes widened as he looked for more reactions from him. The husband and father angle usually warranted at least a fake frown from most people, but not this guy; this guy was either really dumb or really smart.

“Sweetheart, I honestly can’t say I know who you’re talking about.” He smiled and rubbed the salt and pepper stubble on his chin before chuckling under his breath, a tell-tale sign of deceit.

“Sweetheart?! Eyes up here, Daddy... erm... buddy!” Jake pointed to his eyes. “Look, you’re a smart man, you know that a dead body on your property isn’t good for business. I just want to help clear everything up so you can get back to business as usual.”

“You like my line of business, Peralta?” He leaned into him, dark eyes covering him in a blanket of warmth as he touched his hand. “All the ass and tits you want, whenever you want, wherever you want it.” He licked his lips again, making Jake wonder what those lips might taste like.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Jake felt a rush of warmth pulse between his legs, causing a familiar strain on his pants he only felt when Amy spoke Spanish in the bedroom. Wait a minute, what was happening?

“Not just my mother, and not only on the mouth.” His fingertips teased their way up Jake’s knuckles, sending another exciting rush up his arm and into his spine. “How about you?”

“Listen, I resent the derogatory way you’re speaking about your mother and women in general, but you’re kind of sending me mixed signals, and I’m not really sure how to handle it, so I’m just going to keep going with my questions, mmkay? Mmmkay!”

Jake pulled his hand away and started writing on the folder in front of him, stopping only as Negan took the pen from between his fingers and grabbed his hand. He smiled that snakelike smile Holt had warned him about and kept his eyes on him, holding him hostage as he massaged his palm before writing a set of characters on it.

“What kind of signals are those, darlin’?” He asked, letting go of Jake’s hand and clicking the pen shut.

“Darlin’?” Jake laughed and felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. The intoxicating smell of his cologne drowned out any linear thought process he might have had a second ago. “I bet you call all the girls that… I mean, do you know of anyone who might have enemies… or… that are bad at…doing things…?” Jake shook his head and stared at the man’s handsome features, his prominent jawline only accented by his well-groomed beard and thick lustrous lips. “Are you wearing Drakkar Noir, by chance?”

“Peralta!” A very angry Captain Holt opened the door. ————————— “Drakkar Noir?” Captain Holt’s eyebrows were high on his forehead.

“Awe, come on, Captain, I almost had him!” Jake defended, pointing back at him.

“You got less accomplished than Sergeant Jeffords! He at least talked about physical fitness and found out where the suspect goes to the gym! All you managed to do was bat your eyelashes like some hussy on the school yard.” He pointed an angry finger at him.

“Hussy?” Jake gasped, grabbing his chest with his palm. Sure, the man was distracting, and sure, it was hard to concentrate or do anything in his presence, but Jake wasn’t acting like a hussy when he walked in the door… was he?

“Show me your hand, Peralta,” Holt held out his own for Jake to put his in.

“My what?” He gripped his flannel shirt tighter in defense.

“Your hand, Peralta, what did he write on it?” He beckoned for him with his fingers.

Jake was so nervous when Holt burst into the interrogation room that he had forgotten to check what Negan wrote on it. Maybe it was a clue, maybe it was a smiley face, maybe it was the blueprints of his building, or an admission of guilt. He let go of his flannel shirt and lifted his palm up to his face, glancing at it briefly before defeatedly placing it in his captain’s hand.

“Well?” Holt asked.

“It’s his phone number.”

[prozacnation]

LATE NIGHT

late night ! hank mccoy

warning: fluff

fem!reader

this sucks but i tried

You couldn't sleep.

    The sounds of dead souls screaming nonstop as you tried to get at least a few hours of rest before you got up to prepare your class at the X-Mansion haunted (but that's what ghosts were supposed to do, right?) you and you just couldn't even close your eyes without seeing hurt bloody faces in pure pain. You could see them in the way they looked when they died. There was even little kids. A little boy who had been seemingly tortured and killed, a baby that fell. . . Your gift came with some good sides (healing, bringing people back to life, talking to the dead), but most of the time, it was just this.

A fucking pain in the ass.

But it could be useful in missions. Because of your powers and because you were trained to fight, you were a danger to your enemies. But fighting wasn't the life you wanted. Sure, saving people was incredible. But almost dying without saying your goodbyes to those you love left marks. Marks that didn't go away no matter how much you wanted to.

Not being able to stay in bed any longer, you got up and made your way, wearing your baggy pajamas and taking your books with you, to the laboratory. You didn't want to go to the library to find someone already there. So the lab was your closest option. It was about 3AM, so it was dark out, and you didn't bring a flashlight with you, so you couldn't see anything, you just hoped you didn't trip on anything and fall, and if that happened, that no one would wake up.

When you were about 10 years old, your grandma died. But that didn't mean she was gone. She'd talk to you when no one else was awake, and you'd always tell her how your day went, how school was going. It continued on for as long as you lived. Your grandmother was your safe place. That was the first sign of your mutation to show up.

At the age of twelve, you were walking home from school, when suddenly you fell, making a huge cut on your knee that was bleeding a lot and probably would need some stitches. You blinked, and it was gone.

At fifteen, you saw a cat be run over by a truck as you walked alone. You walked over to it, feeling worried it might be dead. It was. But as soon as you touched it, its wounds healed and it got up, purring at you. At first, it was pretty damn scary, you weren't sure if it was really you, but after a while you realized your power.

Some would call you lucky, but sometimes you couldn't help to wonder, how were you lucky when you lived hiding who you were, scared people would think of you as a threat or try to use you? That's what you thought during bad days, though. Most days you were grateful you could make a change for the better in this messed up world.

Professor Xavier's school had opened doors for you that you didn't even knew existed before. You made friends that were like you, got to live safely, and taught. What could you possibly need more?

As you found your way to the lab, you ended up accidentally dropping your books and papers. "Fuck," you muttered, thanking heavens no one else was there. Oh, how wrong you were. A male voice spoke up. "Let me help you with that," he said, and you recognized it as Hank McCoy.

Hank helped you with your things and put them on a table. "Sorry, I thought no one was here," you said, putting a strand of hair behind your ear with a sheepish smile.

"It's no problem. But it is pretty late, why are you up?" he asked you, looking at his shoes and biting the inside of his cheek.

You bit your lip. It was a pretty personal problem of yours. Should you really tell him? Would it do any good? Ever since your parents found out about your mutation and acted like you were a freak, you had trust issues. While you were getting better in that sense, you still had them. So, you considered lying to him. But on the other hand, Hank was trustworthy, he had been your friend ever since you two met, even though at first he was too shy to talk that much. Now you two were comfortable talking in a way. That's why you figured you didn't have to lie to him.

It was still a hard subject to talk about. You always kept it to yourself. You hadn't even talked about it with Charles, for fuck's sake. Hank was the first person you opened up to, and that, of course, made you nervous. "So you know how I can talk to the dead?"

The tall man nodded.

"When I close my eyes, I can see them. Some wounded. Scared. Lost. And they never go away," you said, stuttering your way through the sentence like it hurt to get out. Maybe because it did. "They never go away, Hank."

"Y/N, i'm so, so sorry. You shouldn't have to go through that. No one should," he said, hugging you, his tall figure embracing you like he was never going to let go. "Is there any way I can help?"

You chuckled. He was being sweet, as always. It was something you loved about him. How could someone be so sweet? How was he real? It was just hard to believe it. But you've known him for long enough to know that it was just how he was. "It's okay, you don't have to. I'm used to it by now." It was true. You were used to it, and you thought there was nothing he, or anyone for that matter, could do to help.

"But why are you up so late, huh?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy. Even though the room had lights, to you, Hank's blue eyes shined brighter. That might be pretty cliché, but oh, was it true.

"Uh, I kinda just stayed here doing some experiments," he replied awkwardly, scratching his neck. You laughed. Of course he was. Why hadn't you assumed that before you walked in?

"Well, i'm sorry for bothering you. It wasn't my intention. I'll let you be now."

"No! Don't— I mean, you don't have to," he said quickly, right as you turned around to get your things and go. "Since we're both awake, why don't we do something?" he suggested.

"What should we do? Play twenty one questions?" You said ironically with a sarcastic smile, but he didn't notice your humor, so he nodded in response. "Okay, I feel thirteen again. Let's go," you got both of you chairs side by side and sat down, waiting for him, and he quickly followed.

"You start," he said, fidgeting with his hands.

"Uh, full name?"

"Henry Philip McCoy," Hank smiled as he replied, making you smile back.

"Professor Henry Philip McCoy. . . has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" you asked and he laughed, saying he's not a professor. "You still teach the kids. So that's what i'm calling you from now on."

"You're impossible," he said.

"Believe me, I know."

"My turn. What's your favorite band?" he asked you, fixing his glasses. Instead of directly saying the response, you stood up and started singing your favorite song, knowing all the lyrics by heart. Hank laughed as he watched you, and when you were finished, he clapped. "That was. . . something."

"Hey! I am very talented," you defended yourself with an obviously fake smug look, pretending to flip your Y/H/C hair. You walked back to the chair, and sat down as he nodded, chuckling, and you just couldn't help but laugh along.

"Talented? Yes. A singer? Nope," he replied, still laughing. That's how you knew he was comfortable talking to you, he'd never say that to just anyone. Plus, he didn't mean it as an insult, just a joke.

Okay, if you were being completely honest, you had developed a small crush for Hank. A little fluttering in your stomach when he complimented the way you taught the students. A tiny blush creeping onto your features when he laughed at your jokes. What could you say? He was smart, sweet, a great teacher, an amazing friend, an outstanding scientist. . . You kind of wished you could be with him. But being realistic (or thinking you were being realistic), that wasn't going to happen. He didn't feel the same way, as far as you knew.

"Okay, where would you be if you weren't here?" you asked, curious. You knew about his life before the institute, sure, but you also wanted to know about what he wanted besides what he was already doing.

"Hmm," he took a bit to think of an answer. "Probably working with the government. Making the world better for both mutants and humans," he said, and your admiration for him grew. How could someone be so wonderful? A sudden, but familiar fluttering appeared in your stomach after he spoke. Maybe the crush wasn't so small after all.

You kept playing for about an hour. You laughed, smiled, and at some point, you teared up a bit while talking about your grandmother. The both of you were having a really good moment. One that intensified your friendship, one that made you feel like he could be your best friend.

"Okay, tell me a secret," he asked. It was probably around 6am, people would soon wake up, but you didn't care. Being there felt like everything at the moment. But that question. . . that sentence. It made you nervous. Because that was an opportunity to tell him you liked him. Would you take it?

Deep down, you knew you were going to tell Hank. But you were so nervous you almost didn't. One deep breath. Then two. Soon three. You were afraid if you opened up, you'd get more attached, and eventually lose him. "This probably isn't a secret, or i'm just very subtle," you started, chuckling to yourself. Subtle? Right. "But, um, I like you."

The look of pure surprise on his face was funny to you. "Me?" he asked, unsure of what you he had just heard. You simply nodded as a reply. "You do?" Another nod, making his ears and cheeks turn pink and start ranting on how he couldn't believe you out of all people liked him and how crushes were chemical reactions in people's brains that could easily go away.

With a smile, you slowly moved closer to Hank and kissed him. He kissed back. It was soft and delicate, but there was passion there. Feelings that didn't have to be explained through words. With that, both of you knew what you felt for each other. It took your breath away. He took your breath away.

"This might be just tiny crush that can go away and possibly ruin our friendship. Or not. Either way, you're worth it," Hank told you when you after he pulled away, your faces mere inches away from each other.

You're worth it. And even before he said that, you knew he was too.

[cnisms]

bye ... i’m truly done taking up muses ... these are short n poorly written but i did them ! i’ll eventually add more information on everyone when i finally get around to finishing muse pages but honestly ? this is all u need to know for now. again, if u wanna plot, just hmu :P a few mentions of drugs n alcoholism but nothing descriptive. here’s percy, zach, ajay, luke, bunny, paris & luma ! (i’ve added gwen, helena n gia too just so they’re all in one place bc i’m lazy)

FINN COLE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM — have you met perseus sage nichols yet ? the twenty-two year old is known for being both astute and jocular, but also very obstreperous and arrogant. born in melbourne, percy now lives in kensington, working as a junior management consultant.  comes from a nice family that he will always be pissed off at for very little reason. has beef w his dad for not providing even tho he really did, it was just never enough for percy. is exactly the type of dude that got mad when leo didn’t win the oscar for wolf. just wanted to be dumb rich n coked out. v smart and got an international scholarship at a good university, by the time he got kicked out for being a rowdy asshole, he’d helped his friends develop some legit apps (the most successful one being a dating app which two yrs later is really just a meme) and they suddenly had a lot of money, he just bought his way back in. bc he was in charge of the business side of things, it was easy enough for him to screw over his friends n walk away w most of what was left when their success went down the drain. got a job as a management consultant at a big, scary firm in london mostly thanks 2 his reputation. is a known ugly n ruthless n desperate to be at the top n live in disgusting luxury. can’t talk to his family or old pals without Wanting To Die bc he’s so committed to this new life he’s created for himself. is literally awful if he doesn’t like u, still awful just in a less hurtful n more annoying way if he does. doesn’t know when to stop. always forgetting n probably trying to hide the fact that he’s not a trust fund baby like all the people he hangs with now. literally just clyde oberholt ?

JAMIE BLACKLEY, CIS MALE, HE/HIM — have you met zachary vaughn baltazar yet ? the twenty-five year old is known for being both unostentatious and sincere, but also very self-deprecating and uncouth. born in berlin, zach now lives in southwark, working as a telemarketer. the nice guy who is always getting rekt (he wrecking himself lbr) is Um .. a v talented writer but is happy just shitting on his work n never exploring his potential bc why bother when he has the ideal amount of friends n weed atm right ? given up and is convinced he is satisfied, will accept any invitation. still won’t let you live tho. has opinions on ur choices and will probably share them behind ur back. somehow feels underappreciated by everyone even tho he truly believes there is nothing to appreciate. omg have a cry and grow up. king of impressive first dates n writes rlly romantic poetry but is either ghosting or getting ghosted the following week bc he is dry and confused. doesn’t know if this is really what he wants/doesn’t feel like he deserves what he wants. close with his family but tries to force more n more distance bc he can’t stand their #drama... or any drama that doesn’t give him an edge Actual Of Ly. the ders of the squad probably.

RAHUL KOHLI, CIS MALE, HE/HIM — have you met ajay charles johal yet ? the thirty year old is known for being both urbane and jovial, but also very restless and quixotic. born in chennai, ajay now lives in newham, as an airline pilot. moved to london w his parents when he was v young, spent all of his teenage yrs feeling guilty for no reason just like watching all his parents did for him to be happy n healthy ? never got over the guilt. is just a v feeling person ig ! anyways he was so committed to helping his parents out, which was rlly truly the only thing he’s ever committed to in his life. needed enough money to support all three of them but rlly had no idea how to go about it. pilot was just one of the ideas handed to him back in high school n he went with it bc he knew he’s never actually settle on anything. turned out ok bc he likes being able 2 actually get the entire hell away from his problems. a v flighty person (aha... classic) and doesn’t have many close relationships bc of it. v respected ... v respectful ... quality lad but can be a lil immature under it all. wish he’d stop feeling bad just bc he has GOOD parents.

TOBY REGBO, CIS MALE, HE/HIM — have you met luciano andrius falley yet ? the twenty-five year old is known for being both genial and cultivated, but also very irksome and delphic. born in naples, luke now lives in camden, as a struggling actor and annoying historian. tragic backstory ? never heard of that. comes from a supportive ($$$ n <333) family who probably only pay for the many flights for all his long ass self discovery backpacking trips bc deep down they can’t put up with him anymore. is a super friendly n outgoing person, the type that is literally always reading a book he only half understands but will bring up what he has learned from it at one of his MANY dinner parties where ur only option is CHICKEN and lots of wine while he refuses to SHUT THE FRICK UP. cute ! kinda very judgemental but will just sigh n let u fuck up. “not to get political but...” is always like Hm Yes ! I Love Hearing Other People’s Stories ! but when ? when does he hear anything other than his own voice ? he probably gives himself lectures on intersectional feminism when he’s home alone he just doesn’t stop. honestly he only ever means well n ig he’s interesting enough but Really... fake struggling yet still pretentious aesthetics.

MARGOT ROBBIE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met elizabeth celine leblanc ? the twenty-seven year old is known for being both coruscating and ardent, but also very egocentric and bourgeois. born in seattle, bunny now lives in southwark, as an influential homemaker. boozy housewife. spent her childhood living below the poverty line before her father began helping ppl smuggle drugs into america. he built his own big operation off of that (with a hygiene product company as a cover) and was successful enough to squash the few people it pissed off. business spread to europe n then when he was ready to retire and the south gang was interested, he had elizabeth marry into it before he sold the operation just to make sure he would always be taken care of. it got handed down to her husband bc she wasn’t interested in any legit roles (her asshole fathers fault honestly ? he wouldn’t have given her control even if she wanted it) and she just went along with whatever would keep her from returning to her Humble Beginnings. is very “i do whatever i have to in order to survive” n by survive she means never actually work n just waltz around a mansion in designer gowns all day. materialistic n v selfish. fake charitable for her socialite image. doesn’t cook, but is always sharing recipes. has no real interest in the soap she pretends to make. is consistently fake. literally gets zero joy from anything that isn’t spending money. could probably be happy if she could escape her family’s ugly beliefs n misogynistic practices n she’s getting there but just . slowly. hates the nickname bunny, but i’m forcing the meme.

MIMI ELASHIRY, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met paris nefret bayoumi yet ? the twenty year old is known for being both beneficent and equable, but also very disengaging and inelegant. born in alexandria, paris now lives in greenwich, practicing herbalism. also works at the rosado but whom cares ? not her ! all she cares abt are the HERBS. was raised by her grandmother who was a Kitchen Witch (as in .. u know ... this isnt a supernatural rp But that woman was a witch !) so she’s always practiced similar hobbies but now she’s all about making her friends custom teas ! n yea paris likes to claim that she’s also a witch. is extra but in a calm n collected way. serene at all times but unintentionally sardonic. not super bright but has plenty of advice for every problem. seems to enjoy oversharing and yet no one knows exactly whats the deal w her parents (criminals that have always been n remain in hiding, some people think they’re straight up pirates now) or anything serious in her life rlly . but u wanna know what russells burp smelt like last week ? she’s about to tell u.

SOFIA BLACK-D'ELIA, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met luma camille pontecorvo yet ? the twenty-three year old is known for being both optimistic and dexterous, but also very prevaricating and overindulged. born in quebec city, luma now lives in waltham forest, working in retail.  ah , another brat . she was left w her much older half brother n his wife when he mom dipped when she was fourteen n honestly they felt so bad n also had no idea how to handle her so they just . gave her everything she wanted without question. she had her mothers bad attitude n reckless habits tho n when she started getting her nieces n nephews in trouble once they were all in college together, her brother Politely kicked her out of their lives by offering to set her up anywhere she wanted “for the Experience”. she picked london n quickly got a job at a kingsley store n has been working there for a few yrs now. now also deals party drugs at clubs for the north family n she rlly lets that be the focus of her life, so she’s always showing up to her day job late n overtired. doesn’t ever really lie but rarely tells the whole truth. ig she would be fun to hang out with but she’s probably a fair bit cunty. doesn’t care about ur feelings, has very few of her own, just here for a meme. truthfully she’s angry abt everyone ditching her but it gets ugly whenever the topic comes up n dark!luma is an actual thing that makes an appearance.

MADCHEN AMICK, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met gwendolyn griet hathaway yet ? the forty-three year old is known for being both reverent and winsome, but also very acquisitive and ambivalent. born in las vegas, gwen now lives in richmond upon thames, managing a record label. also known as gwen nash. mother to gertrude bc we meme too hard. born in nevada, her own momther bailed early n then her father disappeared when she was fourteen (she’s always been sure he was murdered by a biker gang but no one believed her n kept saying he just ran off on her but ! the story comes up whenever she drinks still) n she ended up just getting a cleaning job in a motel n taking care of herself. eventually she met a nice older couple who sort of took her in. they were responsible for a lot of jazz artists n she stanned them hard ? sang for them for a short while n eventually married their son mostly bc she wanted to actually be part of the family yikes… anyway they had a Beautiful Daughter together obviously n eventually got control of the label n thats all they rlly share now post separation. tragic n twenty years later than everyone expected . anyway she’s lurkin about london, lookin for talent n trying to fix her relationship with gertrude (i’d hate my mom if she named me that too … no a fence) n just drinkin wine ig ! she’s very … impulsive and only ever thinks about herself in the moment but otherwise ? she can be kind n caring but Ya . her habit of just jumping into things for her own pleasure generally hurts other people so she’s a lot of strained relationships. still seems v standoffish mostly bc she’s Um . Scared Of Everything. literally does not matter how much shit she sees ? permanently spooked. lowkey cruel sense of humor but she just seems so gentle 95% of the time that when she makes a sick joke ur like Oh she doesn’t realize how bad that sounds ! hates memes.

LILY JAMES, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met helena therese o’shea yet ? the twenty-six year old is known for being both cultivated and strong-willed, but also very callous and tenacious. born in chicago, helena now lives in wandsworth, working at erstead’s and planning birthday parties. a tragedy. always had it in her head that she was better than everyone else (especially her brother ) but never fully committed to the brat act, like she never threw tantrums or asked for too much, v well mannered n proper but it’s always been obvious that she’s permanently disgusted by everyone except for herself. sometimes also disgusted by herself tho. will say something cringeworthy n just about put a hit on herself for it. was a v successful wedding planner for a while, her business took off rlly quick thanks to a few helpful connections. got engaged herself 3 years ago and cut off most of her family n all her old friends to start this new amazing life she always thought she deserved ? sike. after three years of putting off the wedding, she got dumped n came home to work @ erstead’s bc she’s like well if i’m gonna crash this hard i might as well hit rock bottom ! plans birthday parties for children occasionally. hates children. hates everything. fun ? never experienced that emotion. barely tries to make up with the people she wronged bc despite setting herself back 6 yrs, she still thinks she’s above everyone else. loves to complain. doesn’t really have much going for her honestly other than ? total commitment to whatever it is that’s happening in her life. obviously that’s not workin out for her rn ?

CHARLI XCX, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER — have you met georgiana lalaine visariya yet ? the twenty-three year old is known for being both jocund and unfeigned, but also very vexatious and lowbrow. born in kiev, gia now lives in soho, being extra on youtube.  gia is honestly .. a headache. she was always a v creative person, ‘expressing herself’ n doin’ the most when literally no one asked ever. she started vlogging two years ago n got bored quickly so instead she decided to start her own (fake) reality series on youtube ? she handled everything by herself at first n reached out to hot local people who were popular on instagram n youtube to star in it WITH HER and only got a few people in on it but ? it took off. now she has a whole crew n writers n what not working on it with her (even tho most of the time she will take over every part of the production n handle it herself again) n it gets her good money (especially bc she’s shameless n stays making sure she’s a main in every single episode so she gets those instagram sponsors too) calls herself “““punk lauren conrad””” n is clearly too extra. a very very confident n loud person, super friendly, loves everyone n honestly u can try to drag her but that’s not gonna stop her running up to u in the street next time she sees u n telling you to drop whatever it is ur doing to go get cocktails with her. she’s so … genuine irl that you literally would not belieb how much of the show is scripted n thought up by her w that … interesting … imagination. will annoy u for content.

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HALLOWEEN FAMILY FESTIVAL CULTRA 2018

The scariest time of the year is upon us…Hallowe’en  It’s the time of year when ghosts, ghouls and witches awaken to wreak havoc and instil fear among the living.  Beware the Witching Hour, as this may well be the last hour you ever see.  As darkness falls, the dead come to life and flesh-eating zombies walk the earth hungry for human flesh.  Leave your homes at your peril…don’t say we didn’t warn you.  Happy Halloween from the Halloween Family Festival Cultra 2018.

Fangs for dropping in

So the intro may be a little melodramatic but it is Halloween, and although the living dead don’t actually walk among us (although, Mummy in the mornings….yikes), Halloween is a time for fun, fancy dress, lotions, potions, vampire bats, black cats and witches hats.  For Halloween 2018 we received an invitation from the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum to attend the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, which is situated just outside Belfast.  An invite that we duly accepted.  Lily-Belle brought her school friend Mia, and Matilda was just happy because she could dress up.  Lily-Belle dressed as a Vampiress, Mia a witches black cat and Matilda became a witch for the day.

THE DEATH OF LORD KNOX

Our arrival at the Ulster Folk & Transport Museum came after a 2 hour car journey.  Fortunately we were extremely lucky (and surprised) to find a parking space right outside the main entrance.  Other visitors had to park in the lower car park and use a free shuttle bus to the entrance.  The Halloween Family Festival Cultra is a very popular event as the place was heaving.  Thankfully entry queue times were less than 5 minutes and we were soon transported back in time.  Upon entry we were handed a leaflet by a lady dressed in period costume.  The leaflet contained information about the death of Lord Knox, a suspicious wedding to Elizabeth, his estranged son Lancelot and an invite to attend Lord Knox’s funeral at 15:00 in the church.  As well as the funeral, Lord Knox’s killer would be revealed.  Murder…mystery…suspense!  Who would the killer be?

And Lord Knox’s killer is…..

THE CHAMPION OF CHAMP

Our Halloween trip back through time began with a visit to one of the old terraced houses, the aroma of home cooked food wafting out of the front door.  Boiled potatoes mashed with milk, melted butter, cheese and a pinch of salt and pepper to taste…traditional Irish champ!  Small portions were handed out to sample and what a tasty warm delight on such a cold Autumn day.  Inside another house was offerings of freshly baked apple pies.  Bang goes the diet!  Continuing our journey into the unknown, we tread carefully as we walk past cackling witches, monsters, skeletons and superheroes!  SUPERHEROES?  That’s the great thing about the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, it gives young children (and adults) the opportunity to dress up however they see fit.

Champ…the food of champions

Tasty to the core

AS MAD AS A BOX OF FROGS

In the Dispensary Scientific Sue was demonstrating all kinds of ‘magic’ scientific tricks.  This show was what the girls were most looking forward to at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra.  Lily-Belle and I have met Scientific Sue before.  On that occasion Lily-Belle had waist length hair and was plucked from the audience to help demonstrate static electricity.  For today Scientific Sue used Lily-Belle to demonstrate chemical reactions to change the colour of water.  There was also the use of dry ice to extinguish fire, and a demonstration on how to make slime (a firm favourite with the children) and other equally mesmerising experiments.  Scientific Sue is amazing to watch but, if you ask me, she’s as mad as a box of frogs (in a good way).  In all honesty we could watch Scientific Sue all day long, she is truly fascinating to watch.

What do you call a magic dog? A labracadabrador

Taking notions to make lotions and potions

IS THERE A DR IN THE HOUSE?

There certainly was.  Dr Martin was making his rounds at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra.  No doubt having to dress the neck wounds of those who had been bitten by vampires.  He was more than vocal in expressing his views on the death of Lord Knox.  The Dr was also very keen for all to attend Lord Knox’s funeral where he would be divulging who the killer was.  Dressed to impress in his pinstripe suit, black bowler hat and carrying a brown leather medical bag, Dr Martin disappeared down a narrow lane between Cluan Place and Ballycultra Tearooms.  Was Dr Martin the person who sealed Lord Knox’s fate?  Did Dr Martin and Jimmy O’Neill, the proprietor of the Hardware Shop, meet to work on an alibi?  Suspicious…and why was Dr Martin wearing black gloves?

WATCH OUR INTERVIEW WITH DR MIKE SIMMS

Vampires are a real pain in the neck!

Is there a Dr in the house? No, he’s in the hardware shop

SEEKING SANCTUARY AND SALVATION

Feeling fearful, we found sanctuary in the church at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra.  A beautiful building dating back to the early 1900’s, the building was void of all things demonic.  Although, we did see a Witch and a Vampiress deep in prayer!  Maybe a turning point in their undead lives?  Just across the village green the old Picture House was showing a horror film…not for the faint-hearted!  Just a few doors down was Ballycultra tearooms so we took the opportunity to drop in for a feed.  ‘Ghoul’ash for Daddy, Pork and L’eeeeek’ sausages for Mummy, a saucer of milk for the cat (Mia), a bag of Type X blood for the Vampire (Lily-Belle) and a cauldron of critters for the Witch (Matilda).

A cup of tea and a bowl of blood Type X

Lights, camera, popcorn

SENTENCED TO DEATH

Approaching the old Courthouse we saw a sinister figure lurking behind the wrought iron gates, a vampire, fangs sharpened and ready to ambush his next victim.  The Courthouse gave us an insight into the history of law, cops, crime and capers at Ballycultra.  In the chambers Lily-Belle and Mia pretended to be Judges and poor Matilda was sentenced to death!  A tad harsh considering her only crime was ‘being grumpy’!  I’d settle for her tidying her bedroom…far less paperwork!  On to the Wicker Man who was sculpting a magnificent huge throne from willow.  There was also the opportunity for the girls to wear wicker heads.  Plenty of giggles at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra!

Blood donors step this way

Wicker…but not Alan

TRADITIONAL GAMES 

Throughout the course of the Halloween Family Festival Cultra there were lots of different activities for the children to enjoy.  Not wanting to commercialise the Halloween event, the museum had traditional Halloween games such as apple bobbing, magic shows and craft activities.  The girls were less than happy to participate in the apple-bobbing as they didn’t want to get their hair wet!  Mantella had brought a fantastic assortment of animals including a very friendly boa constrictor, a Chilean rose hair tarantula, a scorpion with a definite sting in its tail and a giant gecko lizard.  The children loved handling this array of weird and wonderful creatures….all in the name of education.

READ ALL ABOUT OUR VISIT TO SEE DIPPY ON TOUR

Making friends with Mantella

THE CLOCK STRUCK THREE

After our encounter with the critters of Mantella we visited a number of the old properties.  Ulster Folk & Transport Museum is a charming place to spend the day and the attraction is steeped in history.  I thought the children would get bored but no, they were more than content nipping in and out of the buildings.  Bong…and the clock strikes three at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, well…it struck three ten minutes ago.  We’re late for the funeral of Lord Knox!

The Bob Marley printer….a;ways jammin’

Fine dining with a musical interlude

A very dapper looking dude

AND THE KILLER IS…

As the saying goes ‘you’ll be late for your own funeral’, that may be so, but we were definitely late for Lord Knox’s!  This will come as no surprise to our regular readers as we are ALWAYS late!  In the pulpit the Minister listened intently as Dr Martin read out excerpts from the late Lord Knox’s diary.  Lady Knox, with a black veil covering her identity; paced erratically in front of Lord Knox’s coffin.  The mourners sat silently, every now and then letting out gasps of disbelief at what Dr Martin read from the little black diary.  Alas, the time had come to reveal Lord Knox’s killer.  Have you guessed who it is?  Watch our video as we reveal the name of Lord Alfred Charles Knox’s murderer…

Lord Knox’s killer was none other than Lady Elizabeth Knox, but not as you and I know her, Lady Knox was in fact…Isabel Sidegrave….a callous and cold hearted witch who haunts Ballycultra’s residents!  Hysteria ensued and the Minister urged mourners to return home instantly and barricade their doors.  Evil is truly among us!

What a magnificent drama to end our day at Halloween Family Festival Cultra 2018 – in a word, brilliant!

WOULD WE GO BACK

Of course.  Although the Halloween family Festival Cultra isn’t very scary, it is a great event for children and adults.  Lots of traditional games and activities for the children, and there’s also the historical aspect of the visit for the adults.  A very worthy attraction to visit.

With a very special thank you to:

Sinead Cunningham – Head of Marketing and PR at NMNI

National Museums Northern Ireland

Ulster Folk & Transport Museum

Thank you for making our visit fun, special and memorable!  We look forward to seeing you all again in the not so distant future.

LILY-BELLE (age 9) SAYS  I was glad that my friend Mia could come with us.  Seeing all of the animals from Mantella was my favourite part of the event.

MATILDA (age 3) SAYS I liked my wiggly witch hat, but Mummy dropped it and broke it.  The science lady was really funny and she made good slime.

Travel Itinerary and Costs

Date of visit:  31st October 2018

Disclaimer: we were working alongside NMNI for our visit to the UF&TM, entry was gratis and in return we have provided this write up of our experience.  All experiences and opinions are our own.

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