#callums teddy

[ilottthepilot]

well, good for teddy pork chop i guess

[fentybucky]

world cup debut 🌟 | 29/11/2022

[jackbatchelor3]

That copper is family.

[whump-it]

This is the second request I've had today to go on the tag list and it means so much to me. I know I've significantly slowed down on writing this story but it's not closed! I still have so much left to write. I just need real life to give me the time. Thank you so much for the reblog, the tags, and the request for being tagged!

So it, uh, looks like I finally wrote some of Callum's story! Enjoy!

The patient had narrowed their eyes at him when he had walked in, three student doctors and two trained nurses trailing in after him.

"I know you from somewhere," the patient had said.  "We haven't met have we?"

"I don't believe we have," Callum had answered, holding out his hand to shake.  "Dr Callum Morrow, consultant surgeon."  The patient had looked at his hand then back at him.

"Oh that's it," they'd said, not taking his hand. "That's why I know you.  You're the one on the TV that time going on about how bad the Collection Programme is.  That's it."

"Hmm," Callum had hummed; a noise of practiced polite, non-commital doctor-answering. 

"I don't want you operating on me," the patient had said.  "No way.  The things you've said about that family.  They lose their parents first, and then if that's not enough, that poor poor girl gets murdered.  Then her brother dies in a car accident and you're the one saying how bad you have it!?  You asked to be a Donor.  There's not one of that poor family left to defend themselves.  My cousin had a BP and they got on like a house on fire.  I don't trust a word you say."

........

Sitting in the hospital restaurant, the conversation played over and over again in Callum's head.  He had picked the restaurant quite deliberately over the harsh silence of his office.  It was as anonymous as a man in scrubs with scarred arms and a scar around his throat could get in a hospital.  Too many other people all caught up in their other people drama to notice him.  He doesn't think that he'd have said anything for the patient to complain about, but the truth is that he's not sure exactly what was said after that.  He would have been polite.  He'd not have risked his record at the hospital or his registration as a consultant by being rude.  That much he knows is true. 

Quite what his students must think about him though was another matter entirely.  His past isn't a huge secret and every new person that he meets, every patient, every new recruit, every student he trains and mentors, they all eye up his scars and whisper when they think he's not looking.  But to hear the way that the patient had spoken to him can't have inspired a huge amount of confidence in him.  Patients hardly ever tell a surgeon that they don't want them to be the one performing their surgery.

In front of him, the plate of chicken curry and rice was getting colder by the minute.  It wasn't even that he was particularly hungry, but the restaurant staff weren't overly keen on people coming in and taking up room that paying customers could use.  And so, chicken curry it was.  He had mashed it down with the back of his fork into a lumpy puree.  A cold one, which he sat and stated at.  To the side of the plate, the small dish of melon and custard that he'd picked up for literally no reason suddenly had a use.  He tipped the melon and custard into the curry and mashed it all together.

Perfect.

Just like Master Hayden would have made for him to eat.  Something with vitamins and nutrients and very little consistency.  Something just right for a little wretch who has atoned.  And with very little appetite, Callum ate the whole plate.  Ingratitude is not to be even thought of.   Someone had taken the time and effort to cook this.

And manners cost nothing.  He sighed as he pushed his chair back and took the plate, bowl, cutlery, and tray to the rack where they are meant to be stacked by whoever used them.  Not left at the table for the staff to clear away.  Yes, manners cost nothing, he thought as he muttered thanks to anyone in a uniform on his way back to his office, keeping his head down and eyes on the floor as he went.  Getting to the office and closing the door behind himself was a blessed relief.  Straight away he went to the shelf where Haz was always sat, ready should he be needed, and picked the teddy up.  Pressed him to his face.  Breathed in the smell of his fur.  It smelled like home.  Like real home.  Not like atonement in a basement, covered in blood and mud, a cracked masquerade of perfection that never really was. 

The knock at the door was unwelcome, when he had only been in there for less than a minute.  On instinct born of stress and panic, the noise made him flinch and twist Haz's ear.  He chewed his lip and whoever was on the other side knocked again.  Carefully, he placed Haz back on the shelf, unwilling to let him go so soon, and opened the door to find his favourite nurse, May, stood the other side.

"I heard what happened," she said with no preamble.  It was part of why he liked her so much.  She always had his back and always had her ear to the ground.  And always got straight to the point.  "Did you put Haz back on his shelf when I knocked?"

"Yeah," Callum said, rubbing at his forehead, at the spot where his bruise always used to be.  Where, if someone really looked hard enough, they would see a slight dip that was left from his brain surgery, another step along the road to recovering from what Master Hayden had done to him.

"Do you want to get him?" 

"Umm... yeah.  Yeah I do,"

"Well, come on then," she said, hustling him gently back into the office.  He didn't need to be told twice, hurrying back to the shelf and grasping Haz hard.  "Better?"

"Much," he said, pausing for a moment.  "I...I never lied May.  Never.  It's all true.   I can't lie because it's not allowed and rules like that stick.  They stick when they've been carved and burned and beaten and broken into you."

"I know," she said, coming to him and taking his hands in hers, Haz squashed up in between them.  "Everyone who matters knows.  And anyone who doesn't know?  Doesn't matter."

Callum looked down at their hands.  At Haz. 

"If this bear could talk," he said with a sigh.

"If this bear could talk," May said.  "He'd tell you how wonderful you are.  And how proud he is of you.  And he'd say thank you for keeping him safe all this time.  Most of all, he'd say we'll done and thank you for telling the truth to the whole world."

He could feel his throat getting tighter and thicker with the feeling of tears as he listened to May speaking.  As she stepped in to keep him from sinking too far back into the past where all he had to rely on for safety was a list of ten rules and the tenuous safety of atoning for temporary perfection, knowing that one day his luck and his time would run out. 

The past was not the place to be.  Anything that had dressed itself up as safety back then had been a lie.  He didn't have to rely on those lies anymore.

"You want to call Rory?" May asked quietly.  Callum nodded.  He wanted to do that very much.  Very much indeed.  May squeezed his hands before letting go, standing on tip toes to press a kiss to his forehead.  "You be back for ward rounds on time Dr Morrow, you hear?"

He smiled at her and kissed her back.

"I'll meet you down there."

Tagging the old team but it's been a while. Please say if you want off the list! No one is more surprised that this got written and posted than I am! @haro-whumps @grizzlie70   @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @bloodybrambles @iaminamoodymoodtoday @burtlederp @my-whumpy-little-heart @pepperonyscience @faewhump @whump-tr0pes @spookyboywhump @finder-of-rings @liliability @whumpfigure @girlwithacoolcat @tears-and-lilies @inpainandsuffering @whumppsychology @ashintheairlikesnow @justabitofwhump

[charlicpace]

name masterlist: love island uk edition ! some folks like to stick to names that are more 'realistic' & my favourite place to look for those names is reality tv, because... well, that's their names ! so here's a list of every name that's ever popped up on the uk version of love island ( seasons 1-8 ) so all these names are perfect for characters aged 18-40 if we're going off ( uk-based ! ) actual likelihood.

aaron

abigail

adam

afia

alex

alexandra

alexi

amy

anna

andrea

andrew

anton

amber

amelia

arabella

belle

ben

bethany

billy

biggs

brad

brett

callum

cally

camilla

cara

caroline

charlie

ched

cheyenne

chloe

chris

chyna

clarisse

coco

craig

curtis

daisy

dale

dami

dan

daniel

danielle

danica

danny

darylle

davide

dean

deji

dennon

demi

dom

ellie

elma

ellisha

emma

eva

eve

ekin-su

eyal

faye

finn

francesca

frankie

gabby

gemma

george

georgia

grace

greg

hannah

harley

harry

hayley

hugo

iain

idris

ikenna

india

jack

jacques

jade

james

jamie

jake

javi

jay

jazmine

jess

joanna

joe

john

jonny

jordan

josh

kady

kalia

katie

kaz

kazimir

kem

kendall

kieran

lacey

laura

lauren

lavena

lexi

liam

liana

liberty

lillie

lucie

lucinda

luis

luke

malia

malin

marcel

marino

maura

maria

mary

marvin

matthew

maya

max

medhy

megan

michael

mike

molly

montana

nabila

naomi

nas

natalia

nathan

niall

olivia

oliver

ollie

omar

ovie

paige

paul

poppy

priscilla

priya

sam

salma

samira

savanna

scott

shannen

shaugna

sharon

sherif

siannise

simon

sophie

summer

stephanie

stevie

steve

rachel

rebecca

remi

reese

rob

rosie

rykard

tasha

teddy

terry

theo

tina

toby

tom

tommy

tony

travis

troy

tyla

tyler

tyne

wallace

wes

yewande

zara

zoe

[drfirsnogayny]

For some reason, yesterday I was obsessed with the idea of collecting all the existing art on Kindergarten Ocgram, and I did

Never mind, just a little work I've done while I'm taking a break from Art Fight

(Works of clover-color, ketchupandpickles, juststupid882, rainrayne and lammy-art)

I don't think the table will be complete, but I really want to fill in my row. I haven't talked about it before, but I once had an idea that I plan to implement soon. For this reason, I had these two sketches.

Bonus: Can you guess in what order the characters are located and why they are different colors?

Buggs, Monty, Madison, Felix, Teddy, Carla, Alice, Jerome, Ron, Penny, Cindy, Lily, Ozzy, Nugget, Billy

Pixy, Byron, Ivy, Adonis, Mike, Callum, Abigal, Alina

[0multifandomweirdo0]

When, and we know they will, someone (Callum, ahem) gets Aaravos out of prison, I'm sure the guy won't want to just retire and raise his kid with Viren. Something is going to go to shits.

Not only will Callum be totally pissed off for letting him go - well, if it's him, well, but he'll be totally fucked if he hurts someone in the process. Like Rayla.

But Rayla is Rayla, an absolute monster when someone hurts the ones she loves - and she certainly has no interest in coming after Callum again. Will her anger at Aaravos for getting under Callum's skin again get the best of her and she will attack? Will she try to stop Aaravos from escaping, but at the same time not want to harm Callum in any way? Both?

Overprotective Rayla is everything, even though it could cost her own life - and we know she's selfless

YES, I LOVE ANGS BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT THEM HAPPY, SUE ME

Thank you for coming to my teddy talk

[fluffyzoey]

eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes......

Blinky is not the kind of god you want to be seeing in your visions, ft. my Hatchetfield oc, Estelle, her brother, Callum, and...well, you'll see the rest.

The day started out normally enough. A cup of hot tea, feeding the cats, yelling at Callum to unload the dishwasher because damn it, she can’t take another night of shitty takeout. Just another day in the life. 

And then, all of a sudden, things started to change. 

It started small. An odd shape she hadn’t noticed before carved into the rough wooden floors of the upstairs hallway, a little oval hollowed into the pile of cat food, a button eye falling off an old teddy bear on her shelf. She really didn’t pay much attention to it. By the time 8:00 am hit, Callum had already gone downstairs for work, and Estelle was left alone with the cats for the day. As she sat in front of the living room television, stroking Pillbug’s sleek black fur, something felt…off. She couldn’t exactly describe it, but it almost felt like someone–or something–was watching her. 

Estelle was unsettled as she stood up, watching the blind black cat leap to the floor, meowing back up at her, annoyed. She tried to shake it off, glancing at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. An hour had passed. She was tempted to go downstairs into the shop to be near her brother, just to have someone else nearby, but bit her tongue and went back to her chair, tucking her legs beneath her. She fumbled for the television remote, a desperate attempt to calm herself down with reruns of I Love Lucy, but when she picked it up, the on/off button had been replaced by a single, yellow, beady eye. She shrieked and tossed it across the room. 

After a moment, she glanced back at it. The eye was gone. She scrambled to pick it up, dusting it off with the hem of her shirt. When she turned back to the chair, a second eye had appeared on the plush seat. Her knuckles whitened around the remote, and she took a step back. She tried to retrace her steps throughout that day and the one before it: the last night had ended with a FaceTime call with her girlfriend before bed. She’d gotten a good ten hours of sleep, having woken up at seven that morning, eaten breakfast with her brother in the kitchen, fed the cats, all the things she normally did. What gave? She never drank, she’d never been high, and this wasn’t some sort of delusion caused by lack of sleep!

Maybe I need some fresh air! She thought. I’ve been cooped up a lot, maybe a nice walk down at the pier will help! 

Estelle pulled on a light sweater, ignoring the fact that the buttons had turned into eyes, complete with lashes and veins. She laced up her black sneakers, trying to shut her eyes and just ignore the freaky little changes in her home environment,  but the visions swam beneath her eyelids like fish below a frozen lake. 

One or two more eyes had appeared, but only for a brief moment. They were in the walls, the staircase, the railing, all the way through the hallway that led Estelle from her apartment to the shop below it. There was a single customer there when she arrived, an elderly man who frequented the location. Callum was behind the counter, and Bumblebee had apparently crept her way down behind him that morning, because she was sitting atop the register with her long, bushy tail tucked neatly around her delicate paws.

“Estelle? I thought you were taking the day off!” Callum looked down at her, concerned. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

She risked a glance up at her brother; a terrible choice. For a moment, a third eye appeared in the center of his forehead, the sclera was golden in hue, with a massive, scarlet red pupil in the center, a stark contrast to Callum’s normal, pale blue eyes. 

“I don’t- I don’t-” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming, feeling a trickle of metallic liquid ooze out from the wound she’d created with her teeth. Callum blinked once, then twice, and the third eye seemed to retreat back inside his forehead with a wretched squelching noise. She was breathing heavily, unable to even explain to him what had been happening that morning. 

“Estelle? C’mon, talk to me!” He shoved aside a stack of old, leather-bound books on the counter, pushing his way to the other side. He grabbed both of his sister’s hands and squeezed, shaking Estelle, trying to make her snap out of it. 

Eyes were forming everywhere–she counted seven on the wall behind the checkout, four crawling across the windowsill, even a pair on Bumblebee, right on her chest, her fur forming a set of lashes. 

Callum seemed to panic too now, poking and pinching her, trying to get her out of this weird dreamy state she was in, but it was no use. She was too far gone from reality. 

“Oh god, oh god…” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number he would have otherwise never called–Estelle’s girlfriend, Zoey–and tapped the icon to put the phone on speaker. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” He took Estelle’s wrist into his clenched fist. She was leaning against him as the eyes before her grew in size, more and more popping up. It seemed every time she closed her own set, another would be birthed before her. On the wall behind her, words started to appear in loopy purple writing: Don’t you fucking blink. 

She tried to take their advice, straining to keep her eyes open, but the longer she did, the more the eyes grew. She had completely lost sight of where she was. More letters were written in, this time on the floor: I’m watching you! 

There were so many, and not just the yellow, beady ones she’d come to know. Some clearly belonged to humans, others to animals, others were cartoonish or heavily detailed. She could hear them blinking, a sort of whoosh-whoosh noise as the lashes hit the lids, like a chorus of birds all flapping their wings at once. She could feel them on her body, every twitch and movement they made translating onto a light clap against her own pale skin. Her head throbbed from the noise of the eyes. She never knew something so silent in her everyday live could cause so much pain…here. 

“Estelle!” Callum was still yelling at her, but she didn’t even seem to register her own name any more. Her knees began to buckle beneath her, and he felt her weight transfer onto him, hanging off his arm like Tarzan from a vine. With his free hand, he held his phone up as it rang once, twice, three times, before Zoey finally picked up.

“Uh…I think you should maybe get over here…”

“Eyes…eyes…” She was muttering, over and over again, Callum could barely put together what she was saying, her words were so slurred. She was down on the ground now, having let go of Callum’s arm and crumpled beneath her own weight. She was groaning, immense pain hitting every ounce of her body. 

Estelle didn’t remember anything after that. At some point, the looming threat of being watched from every angle had become too much to bear, she must have passed out. When she awoke again, she was back in her bed, Zoey curled up around her and Callum nervously pacing. Once he saw she was awake, he stepped up to her bedside. She groaned as she felt her girlfriend bury her face against her neck, mumbling into her skin. “I thought you were gonna die.”

“No shit!” Callum barked. “What the hell happened? Did you have a stroke or something?”

“N-no, I…I can’t even begin to explain…” Estelle sat up, peeling her body away from Zoey. “I…there were eyes, everywhere…” 

Zoey frowned. “Eyes? Babe, are you feeling okay?” She set her hand on her girlfriend’s forehead, feeling for a fever. “We thought you were having a heart attack or something!” She grabbed Estelle by the shoulders, and Estelle shuddered.

Zoey was looking at her right in the eyes. 

Estelle shivered and shut her eyes tight, feeling Zoey pull her close again. She felt a movement as Callum sat down on the foot of the bed. 

“We’re gonna get this figured out, don’t worry!” Callum touched her shoulder, just a tap. She shivered, remembering the feeling of the eyes blinking. If she was going to be touched, she needed it to be constant, and so she felt herself nuzzling closer to Zoey. 

“Really? That one?” T’Noy Karaxis tossed his bastard’s box from one hand to the other, staring down at the tiny town of Hatchetfield. His brother, Bliklotep, had an evil sort of grin on his face. “That’s the one! Our little friend needs to uphold her part of the deal.”

“I don’t remember her making a deal!” Tinky snorted, flicking his box back at his brother. Blinky grimaced. “I never said she did it.”

[shootingstars-or-airplanes]

Book Review: Infinity Alchemist

I've decided I'm going to start reviewing books on here. Mostly because I like to get my thoughts down when I finish a book but also partly because it's my blog and nobody can tell me no. So here's my first one on the first book I finished this year: Infinity Alchemist my Kacen Callender.

Ok so the first part of my review is gonna be my overall thoughts, a TL;DR, and the rating out of 5 stars, and then under the cut will be some more detailed comments that contain spoilers. Ok? Cool! Let's go!

So I initially picked this book up because it has a cool cover (yes I judge books by their covers. That is literally how I choose 90% of the books I'm gonna read.) and the design was interesting but I was really intrigued looking at the summary that it was a YA fantasy featuring an entirely queer POC main cast. You really don't see that nearly often enough so I jumped on it.

Pros: - The worldbuilding is really cool. There were a few parts where I felt like I wished I had a bit more context for things, but for the most part, the world is present and extremely immersive, down to the common phrases the characters use. - I really liked Ash as a protagonist. I think he had a lot of potential. I had my qualms with him, I'll put those in the cons section, but overall, I think he was a pretty great protag to follow. - The descriptions of magic (Alchemy) are really immersive. I think Callender does a really good job of showing how it feels to use alchemy and what it looks like to the outside observer. All the intricacies of the magic system and how different people relate to it were also really well done. - Really cute happy ending that makes sense for the story.

Cons: - I felt like the romantic side plot was a bit rushed. I'll go into more detail in the spoilers section, but it felt a bit unnatural at points. Some of it had an explanation that made sense in universe, some of it didn't. - I feel like all of the characters could have been just a little more three dimensional. They all had their backstories and motivations which clearly drove their actions, but it didn't really seem like the events of the story impacted those motivations all that much (except for maybe Callum). I could be misremembering because I finished this book a few weeks ago but I definitely remember feeling like there was more growth that could be happening with them.

TL;DR - It's a pretty good YA fantasy with a diverse cast set in a cool world with an interesting magic system. There are some character aspects that I wish were fleshed out more, but overall it was an enjoyable read.

Rating: ⭐3.5/5

SPOILER WARNING

Ok for this part I just really wanna talk about the relationship stuff that irked me. But first lets celebrate something:

Someone finally fixed a love triangle with polyamory!!!

We love to see it. But speaking of polyamory...

We had a decent in world explanation for why Ash and Ramsay got so close so quick. They were literally like, melding their souls to reach the higher realms so it makes sense that their emotional connection would have a bit of a jumpstart.

HOWEVER! Ash and Callum seemed to get together really fast. And I find that a little believable on Ash's part I guess because he had preconceived notions about this guy and it turns out he's just a big teddy bear with abs so like yeah ok makes a little sense, but I feel like Callum fell for him really quickly with seemingly nothing pulling him in that direction. It just felt like the feelings were reciprocated for convenience.

I was also a little skeptical about how quickly Ramsay forgave Callum. I'll admit, while I was reading, I was literally begging for them to make up because the angst was bothering the fuck out of me (not a bad thing narratively. A good story should be able to get under your skin a little.) but I feel like the angst was heavy one moment gone the next. Again, I could be misremembering. I wish I wrote this review when I first finished the book, but alas, I only thought to do it now.

Still, overall I thought the book was enjoyable and the little things that bothered me weren't enough to take away from my ability to enjoy the story. I would definitely recommend this read to people who are fans of YA fantasy and queer stories.

[megalizardon4736]

Bob Pancakes Makeover 💚

Eyes -

Oasis V2 N01 by Pralinesims

Eyelashes Makeup Version by Kijiko

Eyebrows -

EB 08 by RheallSim

Beard -

The Bandholz by Igor Sims

Skin Details -

Full Body South Skin by northern siberia winds

MM Lower Eyelids N3 by northern siberia winds

Happy Lines by Emmibouquet

Basic Eye Bags by Tamo

Moomoo Blush by squeamishsims

Nose Mask by RemusSirion (thesimsresource)

Nose Tip Nose Mask by obscurus-sims

Nose Shader by faaeish

Clothes -

Vilya Ring by Plumbob Tea Society

Callum Hoodie by ClumsyAlien

Pointed shoes BG recolor by helgatisha

Kane Joggers - No Socks by Sentate

Charged Sneakers by Joliebean

Fruit PJs Set by CreamLatteDream

Seo Pants N2 by helgatisha

Vintage Suimsuit by ameyasims

Denim Shorts by Renorasims

Teddy Bear Slippers by Trillyke

Mistletoe Top by Peachyfaerie

High Flared Jeans by helgatisha

Charlotte Earmuff by Caio

Charlotte Gloves by Caio

[churchofthegreytrousers]

This is speculation. Hope that's OK. My judgement is skewed of course but I can't help but theorize that Bowden's departure has messed up a few story lines this year.

Most obviously Callum has been given nothing (but that's been going on since CC took over) and both Jay and Lexi are falling into that category too. Johnny is also clearly suffering from having so little to do.

But the new Mitchells have kind of fallen flat too. Teddy seems relatively popular but his sons are almost non-entities. Wonder if they were meant to have some kind of rivalry with Ben.

And Phil's loneliness would be more powerful if he couldn't get his own son to talk to him, as opposed to his son being unable to talk to him.

Speculate away. 😊

That would make sense considering how quickly that kicked Max out the door. Frankly we're lucky we got an exit plot at all. They usually have a rough idea of where they're going over the year (at least i think they do). So its possible Ben was meant to be involved with these new Mitchell's. (Who i only know exist because my niece has gotten into EE lord persevere her)

I don't watch anymore so I really have no idea what's happening with Callum, Jay and Lexi. But it would make sense too if they've been shelved as let's be honest most of their storylines were tied to Ben, if only because the writers don't know what to do with any of them. Lexi is still too young to start pulling the usual bully or trap plots they always use for the girls.

As for the newbies, I admit, i figured they were a last minute addition to fill the bad boy gap left by Ben. But it's possible Ben was originally meant to pass the torch to them while he settled into domestic life with Cal and Lex.

Sadly however, we'll never know. ☹️

Feel free to come back at any time, I'm still here. Thanks for the message anon. 💙

[ravenpuffheadcanons]

⭐️ I would love to hear what you’ve been dying to talk about, writing-wise!

Thanks so much for asking! Well, the actual thing I am dying to talk about is the solution to the mystery I'm writing, but I shall restrain myself there. I will mention, though, that the moment when the last pieces of the puzzle finally slotted into place was one of the purest moments of writing joy I've ever had. Probably the first time since I was a teenager that writing has felt - even for a moment - like it did when I was a teenager.

In lieu of being able to bother you about my puzzle, and especially since I'm pretty sure you don't actually go here (it is the tiniest fandom), I have picked some writing about writing in hopes it will still be interesting. For context, the few lines preceding this are an exerpt from TEDDY'S GRAND ADVENTURE! No 14 - Phyllis Carpenter. They are absolute rot.

Dorothea threw down her pen and stared balefully at the scribbled bilge in front of her. The cleverest new pen in Somerville indeed. She cast a longing glance at the clock, before picking her pen back up. (It had made an unsightly splotch on the page, which she could only feel improved it). She would give the faithful P. Carpenter one more hour of her time before gladly dropping her until tomorrow. That evening, she promised herself, she would spent two whole hours being plain old Dot Callum.

I'm having a lot of fun writing from the perspective of a character who is herself a writer, but it's surprisingly challenging! She's a very different kind of writer to me in terms of the way she relates to her work, and that relationship is at the core of her character arc. At the start of the story, she's in the Slough of Despond about her writing. It's 1941 and she lives in central London, which isn't a great start. Everyone around her appears to have tremendous sang-froid about the raids, but her own iron nerve seems to have gone missing just lately. Her best friend has just moved away; everyone she knows is doing meaningful, useful war-work apart from her; although she supports herself with writing, it's not at all the kind she wants to be doing. Setting her up at a point where she has such an unhealthy relationship with her creative life is one of the things I've worked hard at, and I'm really pleased with how it's turning out.

Of course, the temptation is to have her writing rescue her from the pit, especially since I'm having such a great time writing myself at the moment. That's not really what I want the story to ask. Rather, the reverse: instead of "can Dot write something she likes enough to pull her out of the Slough of Despond?", it's "can Dot get out of the Slough of Despond enough for her to start liking her own writing again?" It's such a different type of story from any I've told before, and I'm having such a good time doing it.

Have you ever written a story from the perspective of a writer or other artist? How much of your own thoughts about creating did you put into it? I am very curious now!

[emetoniche]

Ok, well guys, I’ve reached 100 followers!! 102, actually. In celebration, I’ve decided to do a little face reveal/background for each of my OCs. Hope this is good and gives some real substance to my people.

Roan (pronounced Rowan) Callahan: Roan is a fitness trainer at a local parkour gym. She never went to college, but it was simply because she never felt the need to. She has always had a knack for athletics, and has taken parkour classes herself since she was very little, so she thought the natural career path for her was to train others. Personality-wise she can tend to be a bit aggressive, but isn’t actually mean, just blunt and a tad sarcastic. However, when it comes to Justin, her boyfriend, she is the exact opposite of her regular self. She would die for that man, and is the sweetest, most caring person towards him. She is very loyal to those she cares for, and isn’t afraid to get in a fight to defend them. Roan grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. Her dad is a chemical engineer and her mom is an elementary school teacher. She is an only child, and she is okay with that. She’s seen how some of her friends’ siblings act and has no regrets about not having a sibling of her own. Roan’s passion for animals led to her having many pets as a child, including a rosy boa named Sherlock and two rats named Fred and George. Now she has a ball python named Reaper and a border collie called Phantom. Roan met Justin through work; he was one of her clients. Originally they were simply trainer and client, but as they got to know each other, Justin eventually got up the courage to ask her out, and now they have been dating for almost two years.

Justin Caruthers: Justin is a Biology major hoping to go into med school soon. He is a senior in undergraduate college, so he is nearing the point where he can get into med school officially. Justin is something of a big teddy bear. He’s sweet, kind, always tries to stay positive, and hates confrontation. His personality is the perfect ice to Roan’s fire, and he can calm her down if she gets too heated. H be this as it may, he never tries to control her, because he knows that she is an independent woman and respects her. Justin was raised in London, England. His mother is American but his father is English, and his mother moved to England to be with his father. Raised in a British schooling system, American college is a completely new experience. He is enjoying all of the American foods as well, though he has found that he doesn’t like hot dogs very much. He has one brother named Ethan who is four years older than him and is working in a local hospital. Despite wanting to go into medicine, Justin has a naturally weak stomach and gets very easily motion sick. His anxiety also has a tendency to make his stomach turn.

Edward (Eddie) Harrows: Eddie is a Marine Biology major whose true passion is surfing. He grew up in California, along the coast, where he started surfing at the age of four. Since then he has won many competitions, including three national competitions. His natural competitiveness lends nicely to his chosen sport. He is virtually fearless, and once narrowly escaped a tiger shark along the Australian coast. Eddie I has a very goofy personality. He loves to have fun and makes fun of his friends, playing pranks and joking around, almost ceaselessly. However, through his playfulness, he can also be extremely tough, and will stand up for his friends and family without a second thought. Standing at 6’5, he’s quite intimidating when he wants to be. Eddie was raised by his dad after his mom died in childbirth. He never really missed his mom per-say, because he never knew her, but he was sad at times that he didn’t get to have the relationship he saw his friends having. He has no siblings, and his father never remarried.

Callum Ulrich: Callum is a Biology major alongside Justin, his best friend. Instead of medicine like Justin, Callum wants to go on to be an environmentalist, protecting the habitats of animals around the world. He loves planes though, and has a pilot’s license, so his main goal is to fly himself around the world helping whatever animals need him. He has his own biplane that he has named Falcon Eye, due to the paint job on the outside, which portrays a falcon in flight. Callum is Irish, raised on, of all things, a wool farm. He used to run around in the fields with the sheepdogs for hours, just weaving between sheep and warding off predators. He has seven brothers and sisters, three older and four younger. In order of age, their names are Killian, Saoirse, Lorcan, Rourke, Róisín, Faolen, and Caoimhe. Callum has a similar personality to Eddie, his boyfriend, in that he always has a joke on the tip of his tongue. However, unlike Eddie, Callum will do almost anything to avoid a fight. He hates getting in the middle of people’s arguments, and hates having arguments himself.

Darius Wolff: Darius is a hard-core rocker. Sort of. He acts all hard and cool on the outside, but he secretly loves cuddles with his girlfriend. He does know how to play guitar like a fucking pro, and he plays lead guitarist and singer for his band, Eternal Hardships. Yeah, he knows the name is beyond dramatic, he didn’t choose it. He was outvoted by the rest of the band. Darius was born and raised in Germany, so English is his second language. Mistakes happen on occasion, and he does have an accent, but he is generally fluent in both languages. His dad is an oil tycoon who cycles endlessly through wives, each wife next in line to run the company since Darius has no interest. His passion is actually canids, so he is earning his Zoology degree so that he can run a Canine sanctuary one day. He has a pet fox named Adler.

Ariadne Sangster: Ariadne grew up in an underprivileged community, often going without one or two meals in a day. She didn’t have very good resources in her school, but she still managed to score a perfect score on her ACT and made it into her college with a full ride. She is now on her senior year of pre-med, going into medical school next year with more money than she ever had growing up due to how she could save any money she earned instead of spend it on college. Ari was raised by just her mother because her father was killed in a car crash when she was five years old. She has three older brothers, one of whom died in the same crash that killed he father. The remaining two work together at their own mechanics shop, which is doing quite well. Their names are Perseus (Percy) and Orpheus (Ori). They were all named after Greek myths because their mother always found those myths inspiring, and she hoped that if her children were named after great heroes they would grow up to do great things. During Ari’s freshman year of college, her mother remarried a very nice man named Richard, who takes very good care of her mother and brought his own daughter, Sasha, into the family. Sasha is twenty five and works as a nurse practitioner. Ari loves animals just as much as her boyfriend, Darius. She owns two cats, who she named after characters in her favorite television show, Supernatural. The white on is named Dean, and the black one is named Sam.

[whump-it]

Ooh I forgot about this little gem!

Callum; Out Of The Basement

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TW for creepy whumper, knife play (of a sort), threat of death, catatonic-like state, restraints.  Stay safe.

Callum was dazed. He had forgotten the last time that he moved. He knew that he had had red days. He knew that he had had a white day. He didn’t know how many other days there had been. Or what they had been. He didn’t know anything anymore. His arm still hurt from the break and it hadn’t been given enough time to heal properly in its makeshift splint before Master Hayden had forced more atonement upon him. Before his hands had been cuffed behind his back again.

There had been intervals that he was just about aware of when water had been tipped down his throat. When his throat had worked of its own accord to swallow and not choke too much. Every so often a lumpy mash of some sort of food would appear in a dish near to him. He couldn’t remember if he’d eaten it or not anymore. He didn’t feel hungry. But then again he didn’t feel much at all.

He hadn’t managed to crawl across the floor to get to his teddy.

He hadn’t managed to move to relieve himself. He just wet where he was lying. He only really realised what it was because it was slightly warmer than the air around him. His lips were moving on his apologies almost constantly. Muttering it over and over and over.

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[rileychester]

To be fair I haven't been watching EE, but from what I have heard and seen of Jay's storyline. I'm just going off the little I do know. He's been messing with drugs to numb the pain and hanging out with a woman who looks like Lola. So I don't know the full extent, but I do know that.

This is one of the main reasons I didn't want Jay to have custody over Lexi. Not because Jay isn't a great guy and doesn't have it in him to be a father to Lexi.

But because it's a soap, I knew that they would put him in a dark messed up place right after losing Lola. To be fair, they weren't actually together that long, they weren't married long, she died so young. Of course, all of that is going to hit him very hard and send him spiraling. It's not like they got to enjoy their time together, their relationship seemed to be a lot of almost moments like when they could have a baby of their own, but Lola didn't want another child just yet.

He really isn't in any headspace to care for anyone, let alone a little girl who just lost her mother. And who is quickly growing up.

Plus the show has never shown Jay as a father figure to Lexi, that was always Callum outside of Ben. Maybe a few scenes, but nothing showing a close bond between them. Mostly because Lola and Ben are Lexi's parents, and they were in charge of raising Lexi. Jay was just the boyfriend and uncle. When Ben first came back and was all about his rage against Phil, it was Jay, who was constantly reminding Ben that Lexi needed him to be her dad, and in the grand scheme of things Phil wasn't as important. My point except for a few scenes, he's not really been set up to be a father figure to her.

Also to be fair Callum is just naturally a caregiver teddy bear who takes care of people. So the show gives him a lot of caregiver roles with Ben, Lexi, Lola, Whitney, etc. They really haven't shown Jay know the first thing about raising a tween girl. And yet suddenly he's in charge of her, on top of dealing with a lot of strong emotions to sort through. That's not fair on anyone, Jay or Lexi.

My point is before I go off a tangent. Is that Jay wasn't going to be set up to be a father figure after Lola's death. It's a soap, they were going to do a bunch of horrible things to him. And put him in a horrible place, where he wouldn't be suitable to take care of her. Sure Ben is also really not suitable to take care of her either as he works through his issues. But Ben also has Callum to help take care of Lexi, plus Billy, Honey, and Kathy. Yes, Jay is a team with Callum and Ben, but he still has a lot to get his head around and he needs to grieve and recover.

[hclfgoddess]

So, my muse list link isn’t working. Until I fix it/update it, here is a list of my muses:

GREY’s ANATOMY/STATION 19

Meredith Grey

Arizona Robbins

Mark Sloan

Teddy Altman

Amelia Shepherd

Carina Deluca

RIZZOLI & ISLES

Maura Isles

ONCE UPON A TIME

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Henry Mills

Belle French

Ruby Lucas

YELLOWSTONE:

Beth Dutton

SUPERGIRL:

Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor

KILLING EVE:

Villanelle

CARMILLA:

Laura Hollis

GHOST WHISPERER:

Melinda Gordon

GILMORE GIRLS:

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

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(animated muses)

ATLA/LOK

Azula

Zuko

Katara

Toph Beifong

Asami Sato

Kya

SHE-RA:

Adora

Catra

THE OWL HOUSE:

Amity Blight

Luz Noceda

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne

THE DRAGON PRINCE:

Claudia

Callum

Rayla