#atworth

[petitworld]

Great Chalfield Manor, Atworth, England by Christine

[justmaghookit]

Just realised Suri probably didn't know racism was a real thing until she met Alex because she was raised in isolation from the real world and then Ms Atworth who took her in was too busy making sure she didn't literally explode to teach her about certain key social issues.

Shes first becoming friends with Alessa and Alex. Alex venting about micro aggressions and Suri is like "wait racism is real, I thought they made that up for TV and books? That's fucked up."

Alex and Alessa both have a moment of: oooh ok she has absolutely no idea about anything ever and that's why she's so fucking weird.

[anechomirrored]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @little-mouse-gardens

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

This will be an open tag. These are not all the wips but these are the ones in my recents folder and some faves.

Fanfic WIPs

My Sights Are Set

The Other Side of Justice

Pet Rocks and Cereal Bars

1570DD

Reverb

Tibia Cabdriver

Welcome to the Apoca-Plex

Waking up with you Swapfell AU

There's Only Us

Easy Breezy!

Congrats, You're Haunted!

Atworth House

Something Through the Static

The Kids on my Lawn

Tribute

The Bar is Closed

Tiny Alderfell

Through Smoke and Mirrors

Undertale AU Lab Experiment

[sporadically-writing]

Axel, a doctor: I know 200 ways to kill a man.

Buttons: You could glue an open jar of rats to his face then blow torch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face.

Axel:...201.

[goodbyewarden]

Well, first, My people, you guys have heard everything I needed to say today. I hope I said the right things. I hope you heard me. And I hope you go beyond here and do what you need to do, do the right thing. Strength in numbers. Look out for each other. You still got a chance with Shawn. Edwin you know what you gotta do. You have my love. It's the right thing. And for everybody else, those people who have malice in their heart, allow ambitions to over ride what they know. Be right. Even though they just gotta do their job. For all of you with hatred in their veins, and think this is ashamed. You've done nothing. I did this, I chose this, you've done nothing. Remember this, if all you know is hatred, if all you know is blood love, you'll never be satisfied. For everybody out there that is like that and knows nothing but negative, kiss my proud white Irish ass. I'm ready Warden, send me home.

Robert Atworth. 30 years old. Executed 12/14/1999. Offender Information Last Statement

[califrey]

so I think I figured out why Alysle Fray/Rhyse Thammades/Calian Atworth doesn’t work as a polycule. Not only is Calian a trans man, he is also not in love with Alysle in the romantic sense. He might be aro? I’m not sure. He loves Alysle, but it’s more queerplatonic than romantic. Holding hands and cuddling but not kissing or having sex. Those last two things, Alysle does with Rhyse, whom she loves in a different way. Alysle and Calian are meant for each other, they’re soulmates, but Alysle *chooses* Rhyse. To continue my habit of relating my own characters to other media, if these three were in the Shadowhunters books, Calian and Alysle would be parabatai while Rhyse and Alysle would be husband and wife.

I feel like I’ve been forcing Calian into a romantic relationship with Alysle when he really just wants to be content standing on his own. He’s been through so much, been dependent on external things his whole life, like the rigid Kyrstaad structure and literally when it comes to aurum, and he really just wants to be at peace with himself and who he is as an independent person.

I don’t know if I’ll ever write a love interest for him. He seems content being Alysle and Rhyse’s extra-stability-providing third wheel. He may even be aromantic and asexual. That would be refreshing for him to realize that he’s just not cool with kissing people’s mouths. Alysle gives him cheek kisses though, and that’s adorable. I’m keeping that. Rhyse might even start doing it too.

I guess what I’m saying is that I think my main romantic pairing is Alysle/Rhyse and that Calian and Alysle are queerplatonic soulmates.

If anyone has any questions about terms I’ve used here (like wtf is Aurum, who tf are Calian, Rhyse, and Alysle, etc) pls ask!!! I don’t remember what I’ve posted here in the past.

[anechomirrored]

Thanks for the tag @little-mouse-gardens

It it too late and I should be sleeping but here are a few!

Pet Rocks wip (undertale)

Y/N: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Horrorswap Papyrus: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

♡♡♡

Trapper: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Axe: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Axe, very much awake: Uh oh.

♡♡♡♡

Atworth wip (undertale)

Y/N: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

Red: What?

Y/N: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

♤♤♤

Red: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Blue: No.

Black: No.

Red: Didn't think so.

♤♤♤♤

Tribute wip - (dreamtale/undertale)

Y/N: Horror has no idea I’m high.

Horror: You’re high?

Y/N: Oh, I’m sorry.

Y/N, leaning over to Nightmare: Horror has no idea I’m high.

◇◇◇◇

After Hours- Fnaf Security Breach wip

Moon: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Sun!

Eclipse: So Sun knows about this?

Moon, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

☆☆☆

Monty: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Chica...

Moon: As you should be.

Monty: No, for real, they're kind of-

Moon: As. You. Should. Be.

Incorrect Quotes

Thanks for tagging me @pga-books !

Rules: Use this (https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator) generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like! I tagged as many people as I had quotes, but you can tag however many you want to!

Tagging: @awritingcaitlin @comicgoblinart @elijahrichardwrites @kayedium-writes @little-mouse-gardens @regalserpent @sentfromwolves @verba-writing @writingforevren

Danny: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon. Danny: It's me.

Danny: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Helio: Why start now?

Helio: Danny, I screwed up, big time. Danny: Helio, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

Danny: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Lara: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Danny: No.

Jackie: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Lara , on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Jackie, putting their hands over Lara 's eyes: Guess who! Lara : It's either Jackie or the cold, clammy hands of death. Jackie, putting their hands away: It's Jackie! Lara : Dammit.

Jackie, pointing a camera at Lara: There they are, our sweet baby. Lara, holding a beer: What-?

Jackie: What is wrong with you? Lara: Loaded question. Elaborate.

Helio: Pros and cons of dating me. Helio: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Helio: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Helio: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Danny: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

THIS WAS SO FUN I chuckled to myself a lot !!!

AVOF taglist: @aritany @bebewrites @ceph-the-writing-spook @diemohnblume @eventideintrigue @knosium @isabellebissonrouthier @lexiklecksi @little-mouse-gardens @mr-writes @wildswrites

Comment or ask to be +/- !!

[lets-shany9]

The Atworth Love Seat Sofa Bed https://ift.tt/2VH6435

[sherrywilkey]

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[justmaghookit]

Another character for the comic. Oswin Atropa, former royal scout for the grand fae empire. The things she witnessed while in service to the Royals have left a bitter taste in her mouth that not even the sweetest ambrosia could wash away.

She now works for UULE and sponsors Suri’s say at Atworth Academy

[anechomirrored]

Fandom: Undertale - Atworth House au (undertale)

Rating: G

Prompt(s):"You're looking, but you don't see."

Warnings: none

There were worse places to be than tethered to a affixed point in space.

Especially when that space was, quite miraculously on the surface.

There were a few downsides.

Namely, Dr. Wingdings Gaster currently found himself in an abandoned house with two floors aside from the top attic floor he was stuck in.

Why was this terrible you may ask?

Well, Dr. Wingdings Gaster had a most terrible fear of heights. That, and...well, it was very lonely up here.

He missed his family and he missed his friends. He also worried about the mess he had left behind.

Had the machine exploded?

Did Sans and his brother Papyrus traverse the demensional rift in time?

Was Grillby okay?

He...he really wanted to see them all again. Even when up here where he could see the sky in all its illustrious azure glory.

A creak on the stair grabbed his attention.

"Hello?" Gaster called out.

After a few more hesitant steps, a head of messy blond curls popped up just below the railing. As they rounded the top of the stair Dr. Gaster saw it was a young human, not much older than the ones he often saw at the bus stop out front.

The child's eyes were a gentle shade of grey-blue slate. They wore a little pink jacket and a comfortable looking sweater in a complimentary colour.

"Well, hello there!" Greeted Gaster warmly.

The child took a step into the room. Their eyes searching the corners. Not a lot was left up here. A desk, some scrap wood and a broken hat rack.

The child took in each of these items in turn before turning towards the window.

Towards him.

For a soul stopping moment, those blue-grey eyes settled on the spot where Wingdings was standing.

"Do you..." before he could help it, Gaster began to entertain the idea of finding a way to visually communicate.

He could find out where he was. Where the mountain stood and he could tell them to get help for-

The child's gaze slid off of him and to the right as they continued their exploration.

"You're looking, but you don't see."Dr. Gaster sighed.

Shafts of sunlight lit the space as dawn turned to a brighter morning light.

"You are out rather early, little one. Do your parents know?" Gaster joined the child in looking about the large attic room he'd come to inhabit.

Or was haunt more appropriate?

No, Dr. Gaster was quite certain he was still a skeleton and not a ghost.

Abandoned as it was, the building was still structurally sound, for the most part. Which was good! Even as incorporeal as he was, the thought of being affixed to a space with no floor beneath his feet was...upsetting.

The child continued their search, eventually opening the drawer in the desk.

There were dried leaves and a pencil inside.

Picking up the pencil the child turned to look over their shoulder. They looked right through Gaster and towards the stair.

After a few moments hesitation the child walked over to the back wall and began scraping the dull pencil lead against the raw unfinished boards.

E R I K A

"Erika..." Gaster watched as the child now strongly suspected of being an Erika darkened the letters as much as possible so they stood out on the wood.

The pencil lead destroyed, Erika stepped back to admire their work.

A small electronic beeping sounded from the child's wristwatch.

"Shoot!" The kid muttered.

"Erika!" Called a voice from outside.

"Did the house eat her?"

"No, stupid! Houses don't eat people, ghosts do."

The child now confirmed to be an Erika, rushed down the stairs two at a time.

"W-wait! Watch your step!" Gaster moved towards the window again and, steeling his nerves, looked down.

Standing at the bus stop were three children.

The tallest wore a dark blue sweater and ripped jeans.

As the much shorter form of Erika dashed across the lawn towards them the tall one called out.

"Took you long enough, Patterson!"

The two younger ones, a child in red and a child in yellow began fussing over them.

"Are you hurt?"

"Kurt wouldn't stop saying the ghosts got you!"

"There's no ghosts up there, Jenny. Its just a story kurt made up to scare you."

"But, my sister saw one! The one in the window!"

For the second time that morning Gaster's proverbial heart stopped.

The little girl in the purple coat was pointing very defiantly at the window he was looking out of.

Then, as all four kids looked back up at the window, the one in the red raised her hand with a shy smile and waved.

[sporadically-writing]

Ruby: girls are so hot

Ruby: guys are hot too, man

Ruby: why is everyone so hot?

Axel: *asexual confusion*

Axel: global warming??

[atwcrths-blog]

alert: mabel atworth has accepted your request. she is currently 20 years old, cis female and a makeup artist but aspires to be an entrepreneur. they are described to be creative & moody. rumor has it that [redacted]. could it be true? we’ll find out.

hello !! i’m nala and this is my beautiful baby mabel !! she’s a big beauty geek but is currently studying fashion design and marketing in university. she hopes to build her own lifestyle brand one day and sell things like cosmetics, clothing, and other stuff like interiors and paper products. she also wants to take up cosmetology after her undergrad. 

what she got in her box was a receipt showing that all four years of her college education have been paid for, meaning she’s debt-free and can move forward !! she can finally not worry about not earning enough to pay for her bills and education, so that was a big relief for her considering she’s moving home-to-home after being kicked out due to a disagreement with her grandmother. she misses her mom dearly, especially after her dad passed away, but she’s accepted that this is how things are now.

i’m kind of fleshing her out as i go along but some of her wanted connections are classmates in her core subjects in school like philosophy and psychology and all that, churchmates, friends with homes she can slum it out in, clients for her makeup services, relatives like cousins and whatnot, and that’s it for now ?? everything else can be up to chemistry !!

i’m excited to write with all of you and get dares !! this should be fun !! 

like this post if u wanna plot ig ??

[califrey]

Ooooh someone tagged me in WIP Wednesday! It is Thursday, but I don’t give a fig! We’re doing this.

Here you go: an excerpt from my WIP. Because that’s what this is for.

“Sorry, I don’t think we really got a chance to get introduced.” Rhyse stood up straight and held back his confusion that he was about four inches taller than Atworth as he held out his hand for the other man to shake. “I’m Rhyse Thammades,” he said.

Atworth took the outstretched hand, his grip a little too loose, like he was actively trying not to squeeze too hard. “Nice to meet you, Agent Thammades. I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Rhyse grimaced. “No kidding. Your partner almost dying on you is a hell of a way to meet someone.” A pause. “If you don’t mind my asking . . . are the two of you partners partners? Like, romantic or queerplatonic or. . . .” He trailed off, because Atworth was blushing, his expression like a schoolboy who’d just been outed as having a crush. The lizard part of his brain thought that was cute. He told it to shut up and be professional, this was a Kyrstaad he was talking to.

“No, nothing like that,” Atworth was saying, far too quickly. “We grew up together. Alysle—Protector Corrin—sees me as a brother.”

Interesting. “You almost sound disappointed,” Rhyse said, applying pressure like this was an interrogation. It wasn’t, but if he was honest with himself, the in-person dynamic of the famed Corrin and Atworth duo was intriguing him, and some sick and twisted part of him wanted to see if he could break it open like an old case file. Or a bottle of wine.

Rhyse really needed a drink.

[todayinhorrorhistory]

FLW: those who only know hatred and blood love will never be satisfied

Famous Last Words Robert Atworth Texas December 14, 1999 “Well, first, My people, you guys have heard everything I needed to say today. I hope I said the right things. I hope you heard me. And I hope you go beyond here and do what you need to do, do the right thing. Strength in numbers. Look out for each other. You still got a chance with Shawn. Edwin you know what you gotta do. You have my love.…