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TwiFicmas23 Day 2: In the Dark of the Night 2 (Eye of the Storm)

Good evening everyone! I hope your December is going well and slightly more organized than mine! I am also exhausted, so please excuse any ridiculous errors.

Tonight, we have a section from the sequel to In the Dark of the Night; Cryptid Alice-verse is a favorite of mine - the world is bonkers, Alice is nuts, and Jasper is just here for a good time. This was requested by an anon early in the year, and I was happy to add it to the list. (Heads up, for 2024, I am changing how ficmas requests work for my own sanity.)

This is a very early first draft of this fic, so everything and anything is liable to be retconned but we're here for vibes above all else. I highly recommend reading the first story or this is going to be extra weird.

tw: allusions to rape & abuse; generalized descriptions of body horror.

eye of the storm.

The coloured lights flash over the room at random - hundreds of sweaty, reeking human bodies and the kind of music that rattles its way through your bones. It’s loud and dark and has become one of Alice’s favourite places in a very long time. The raves in Berlin - and most of Europe - are the easiest places to hunt.

The music is good, too. And she loves to dance.

She blends in well enough, with the skin-tight skirt and the top that only covers up the bare minimum, and the artfully smudged makeup. Enticing enough to catch attention, but not memorable enough that she’s at risk. Not that it would matter that much, but she prefers to be just another face in the crowd.

It allows her to hunt for longer in one place, when she’s utterly forgettable.

She orders a drink, and then another, because human alcohol makes her feel warm and her limbs feel looser. It makes dancing better, and the people easier with her - some of them can sense that she is not like them, that she is something old and complex and terrible. The alcohol makes her more likeable, more human, even when it’s her imbibing it.

But her head is still clear when she finds a mark, when he sidles up to her with undeserved confidence. He’s the kind of smug that comes from money and a lack of consequences. She doesn’t miss the pill in her next drink or the way his smile widens when she tosses the drink back like water. The effect of the pill is minimal on her; it manifests several moments later, when they’re sneaking upstairs to the store rooms, past the velvet rope blocking the narrow steps. She stumbles on her high heels and he chuckles low; unfriendly and the kind of laugh that would chill anyone else.

And then her dizziness passes, and she almost pities him.

It goes the same way as always - he thinks he’s got the upper hand; she acts enthusiastic to his ministrations and she knows he almost feels bad - mostly that he wasted whatever tranquilliser he slipped into her drink, not about the harm he planned for her.

Her venom tingles on his lips and tongue, and he blames the drink or five he’s had and settles in.

She thinks about asking him some questions once her venom addles him, questions she shouldn’t know to ask. About girls and pills, about hurting and pain, about the haunted little sister he’s not allowed to see anymore.

But that’s not why she’s here, and would just agitate him. It always gets messy when they get agitated; she hates it when they panic.

Luckily, he’s easily subdued because she’s absolutely starving. Probably the alcohol. Her venom does funny things when alcohol is in the mix.

She’s not in the mood to take her time and be neat about this; she tears into him like an animal - first is that ephemeral part of him that humans have no word for him. The sacred part, similar to a soul. The pain of that defies understanding; she remembers hers being flayed from her being, once. Punishment for poor judgement. Humans’ are delicious and she savours it.

It’s all over too quickly, and she leaves him behind without looking back - lying in the middle of that dark, dirty room with the music ponding through the floor. His throat ripped out and ragged, and his chest cavity open, gleaming wet and red but hollowed out for her hunger. His left femur is broken; a rather pitiful attempt at a protest.

The blood on her skin and in her hair sinks in, pulled through to other hungry parts of her in different points of time and space. She’s nothing and nobody, and no one pays attention as she slips back to the bar for one last drink; sugar sweet enough to make her teeth ache but with that hot dry burn she enjoys more than she should.

It’ll be at least a day, if not two, before they find him. A horrific death, the work of a psychopath. A little sister will hide in her bed to muffle her relief that he’s gone and never, ever coming home. Almost a dozen girls will smile at the knowledge that he might not face a judge and jury, but something took their pound of flesh.

But her messiness means that she’ll only have another night or two before she has to move on. She’ll eat again, and that should last her for a while.

A pity. She liked Berlin.

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The next night - her grand finale before she leaves for Norway - is a grown-ass man who shouldn’t be offering her the things he whispers in her ear, shouldn’t be sliding his hands up her stocking-clad leg - shouldn’t have even approached her and brazenly taken a seat at her booth.

This time, it’s in an all-night coffee shop with dim lighting and a faint haze that comes from carelessly bold patrons lighting up at the late hour. She demurs and gives the old pervert every opportunity to leave, but he laughs at her and boxes her into the booth, and the look in his eyes is hard and absolute.

She’s never been fixed in time and space, so she can see exactly the path that this old bastard has planned for her - either she consents or he takes it by force. He will hurt her if he needs to, like he has to other young girls before, some of them his students.

The shadow he casts has his wife, his daughter, his mother cowering from rage and violence. He won’t be missed. So she pretends to be afraid, to be cowed by his aggression, allows him to drag her out of the booth by her elbow. She lets the flesh mottle and bruise, lets him feel like the predator.

She lets it last as long as it takes for him to find a place where no one will hear her scream. She even lets him push her out of her shoes, but that’s no loss - she wishes she’d gotten the purple.

And then when he’s staring down at her, his eyes greedy and violent, she smiles and she takes her prize.

He dies in that alley, his eyes wide in terror as he faces down the kind of demon that are only meant to be found in books. Disappointingly, the honour of the killing blow goes to the dumpster he fell again, slamming his neck against the edge hard enough to break bones. She always likes the sound and the flavour when their deaths are her own.

He’s gone before she even tastes him; she’d wish him a speedy trip to hell, but some say that’s where she was born. And the parts of his essence and soul she’s going to tear into… there won’t be anything but shreds of him left to dissolve into the air.

“Alice.”

The call is soft and so far away and blows away the dust of an open path in her mind, a singing thread, that she had not forgotten but had long since made peace with its silence. It had been a shrine to something sacred, and she almost gasps out loud at its echo in her mind. She wants to call back, to holler down that open path, but she pauses, blood running down her face, as she listens.

The words are faint, but heartfelt and it hurts her own head to widen that path. It’s been a while and, unlike her others, she’s only ever opened one path to one soul. One person. She’s out of practice, and it’s like untrained muscles screaming at a sudden lurch into a run.

“Alice, I always hoped we’d cross paths again.”

The regret is heavy in his thoughts, and she presses closer, trying to see through his eyes. It’s blurry and white and green.

“I’m sorry.”

Oh, he tastes like forest and sunshine and leather on the back of her tongue, and she missed him. He was supposed to call for her decades ago.

But why now?

“You could have helped us. Hell, you probably could have saved us.”

That’s when he touches the ribbon in his pocket. Her ribbon, the one she left him with. A talisman, a physical anchor, a key that reinforces the path; she’s relieved he kept it. Oddly touched that he’s carrying it, but it makes everything easier for her. Clever boy; his hand on the ribbon is enough for her to grasp onto, to pull a fragment of herself into the scene in his mind.

“I wish you were here.”

The scene sharpens as if she is standing there in the snow, barefoot, facing…

Facing down the thrice-cursed Volturi and their entire court.

What has happened?

Aro’s smile is wide and that of a crocodile about to close its maw around the thing it wants the most. And that thing includes Jasper.

The entire city of Berlin shudders for a moment, something that will later be uneasily explained away as an earthquake, but is her rage that shakes the city at its core because she can reel it back inside of herself.

A shiver, not a storm.

Not yet, at least.

Aro, who has made himself untouchable over the centuries, and still manages to strike wildly at them, her and her kin. His blows rarely kill but they do cut and wound; her own scars are still fresh enough in her mind. One of the downsides of being outside of time; the memories never age right.

The Old Ones have warned them all not to go after Aro; they are allowed only defence, never offence. They say that creatures like the Volturi, full of avarice and wrath, will pave their own downfall. They have seen it so many times before; Aro and his kin will burn themselves out, and another will take their place.

The Old Ones and the Eternal Sleeping will not rise for anything short of war, and it will not be a war of their own making. That is the first law, and one she has obeyed.

But this… Jasper is hers. Marked and strung together, crudely but holding fast. He is hers to defend above all else, and no one can do anything about that. She just wants to know why Aro has come after Jasper and the Cullens. What she knows about the Cullens is vague; mostly gleaned from other fragments of herself, other lives they lived. They are peaceful people with too much money and little concern for those outside themselves, no matter what they tell themselves. They are human, it is their nature. But she is certain that they are not a danger. Not to Aro, not to the human population, not to anyone. What flimsy excuse is Aro using now? A desire for more gifted bodyguards? More power and land and wealth?

Whatever he wants, it’s nothing good.

The words are muffled, and she takes a moment to look over at Jasper. He’s standing there beside her, stoic and staring, not flinching. The anger streaming off him is palpable and she wishes she’d seen him before now.

You could have called me at any time, Jasper. Just to talk, just to see how I am. I would have come in a second. I wondered if you’d forgot about me, truly. I supposed I am flattered by the fact I am your last regret, your longing thought, though.

She shudders and looks around, her senses stretching. He’s right where he’s supposed to be, and that’s a long, long way from Berlin. It’s been a long time since she had to take herself apart this way, and there’s a risk. A price that has to be paid, and she’s not unwilling to pay it, if he’s amendable.

“Jasper?”

Of all the ways that Jasper thought he would die, this is not it. Not standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his closest people, staring down the army - there is no other word for what Aro has brought, larger than the biggest Southern army Jasper both faced and wielded - of Volterra, trying to defend the life of a half-breed child with ribbons in her hair and pompoms on her coat.

This is not a trial. This is an execution, a public one as a reminder that they were here by the grace of Aro’s will and that no one is safe if the King of Volterra is displeased.

He’s sorry he brought Peter and Charlotte into this mess. He should have known better than to trust that the Volturi would play by the rules, especially when the Volturi wrote the rulebook.

No, this is not how he thought his death would go.

But to be fair, he thought that once back in Texas when he was faced with three red-eyed women with smiles full of promises. So perhaps he should be more surprised that he didn’t see this coming.

Edward gives him a pinched smile that is more of a grimace. Aro is still talking, still taking this opportunity to remind everyone who he is, that he should be considered a wise and compassionate leader.

He wonders if Marcus considers him that; the man looks like a shadow, like the death of all things. Jasper has heard rumours about Didyme’s demise; some of them are farfetched, ridiculous even. But others… the way Aro smiles at the Cullens and their friends, Jasper cannot doubt that he is capable of terrible things.

“Of course, there is the hidden crime, one that I’m not even certain that you yourself are aware of, dear Carlisle,” Aro smiles benevolently, but there is no kindness in his emotions. He’s angry and jealous and greedy; his gaze is flickering over all that have gathered here, for the Cullens, as if

“You have seen my thoughts, you know of all our doings,” Carlisle intoned stoically.

“Of course, my friend! And I am delighted to discover the joy and miracle that is young Renesmee,” Aro beamed at the child, clutching tightly to Bella. “I trust that you have no comprehension about what is going on, and that loyalty to our long friendship is cherished, Carlisle.

“However, the crimes that are occurring under your nose are ones that risk not only our world, but the human one also - they are toying with things that should never be disturbed. It is an act of violence, of terrorism, unspeakable evil…

“The oldest creatures that roamed this earth, they were dangerous. Monstrous in a way that we cannot comprehend. Ungovernable. Very, very powerful in ways that have been lost to us before the first vampire walked the earth,” Aro spread his arms out, as if he is performing for a crowd. And perhaps he is. “Many of those creatures are long gone, but there are a small few that still exist amongst us. We have tried to protect our kind from them, to exterminate them to protect our secret and to protect our kind from them. They cannot be reasoned with. They are dangerous to everything we hold dear.”

Aro has everyone’s attention with that little speak, but all he can think of is a kiss that stole his mind and his will. Of limbs snapping and cracking around too-many joints, and those big eyes, with that knowing smirk. Of blood that was too hot, and the puff of a heartbeat in the back of his mind.

Of something that lasted a night, however warped and strange it turned out, that marked his memories indelibly.

The ribbons twists through his fingers.

“…And yet, as I stand here, one of your friends, Carlisle, has summoned one, called one here. Is that not an act of war in itself, dear Carlisle?”

Carlisle splutters, the denial genuine and frustrated. “Aro, you’re being ridiculous!”

“I’ve been tracking this particular one for many years. She possesses a skillset that is very… dangerous if left unmonitored. Her anchor lies here, we’ve traced it. And, dear Carlisle, I believe you when you say you are ignorant of all of this. But someone here has betrayed you, and they alone should pay the price."

Aro stares at them, all good humour gone, and not a single one of them understands what he asks. Except him.

He knows exactly what - exactly who - Aro is searching for.

Alice.

It’s been a long time. Since he saw her. Not since he thought of her - she is one of those people who lingers in the memory; it seems impossible that it was just one night, all those years ago. Her presence always lingered; like she fundamentally changed him, changed everything, the second she hitched a ride in that truck.

“I was… in hiding. Then I was exposed. Then I made a choice.”

“There are so many names for us, Jasper. I’d prefer if you just used mine.”

And he doesn’t understand this at all. That Aro has dragged the entire court here, across the fucking world, under the guise of a trial because of Renesmee’s existence and now, suddenly, Renesmee doesn’t matter.

It was no secret that Aro was looking for an excuse. Of course she doesn’t matter. He knows that there are much more terrible, unseen things out there than a little half-breed girl.

(He had been prepared for that, had waited curiously to see if Renesmee came out a monstrosity, an abomination that had too long limbs and a void where her eyes should be. He had been oddly disappointed how utterly mundane she was, as if she was the key to something, to better understanding of things that were probably best left alone. Edward have been confused but annoyed at his reaction and Jasper hadn’t bothered to explain.)

Aro knows as well as Jasper himself that Carlisle would never allow Renesmee to become something dangerous. He would sooner build her a gilded cage somewhere far away than allow Renesmee to do harm to human beings.

Carlisle knows it as well as Jasper; that it wouldn’t be Jasper’s hands left to break Renesmee if she’s too strong, too dangerous, too unreasonable. It will be Carlisle’s, with a tender kiss and a prayer for her redemption. Aro sees Carlisle as weak and easily manipulated, and the rest of the family sees Carlisle as a pacifist, as a champion of life beyond all else.

And Jasper sees him as a father who will protect his family from anything, even their own poor choices. As a doctor who recognises that to save a life, sometimes you must amputate, and Jasper is surprised no one else sees that in him. That they call him ‘doctor’, but they only see the man of faith.

But he digresses. Aro has come here and it is not solely for Bella or Edward or Renesmee. It is for Alice, and she isn’t here. The Cullens have never met her, and he’s never told them about her. What would he say - “I met a demon-god-monster on a highway, and she was beautiful? We talked and argued and fucked, and then we parted ways. And I’ve never forgotten her”? They’d think he was crazier than ever.

He’s always tasted arsenic on everything, since that terrible kiss. Always heard that faint heartbeat in his mind. Kept a ragged ribbon to worry at, looped around his keys, in his pocket for fifty something years.

Alice…

They are going to fight and they are going to die because no one else here has the answers Aro wants, and Jasper is never going to breathe a word. The Volturi numbers into the forties, with the entire court and their witnesses. There just aren’t enough of them to win this.

He should have fetched Maria, should have rounded up every stray, every nomad, every disenfranchised asshole this side of Monterrey for this debacle.

Alice, I always hoped we’d cross paths again. I’m sorry.

“...Jasper?”

“Alice…”

The heartbeat in his head is beating louder, and the taste of her venom is strong on the back of his tongue.

Alice.

—

If only a reunion could have been one of a time-stopping kiss, of being able to look the other in the eyes and say, “I’m so glad you’re safe, that you’re well. I missed you.”

Instead, it is this.

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #alice/jasper #twilight fic #ficmas23 #ficmas #my fic: in the dark of the night #cryptid alice #jasper will absolutely simp for alice as long as it doesn't involve mind-control #i have so many notes on this world and how alice works #wips #someone buy aro a puppy so he stops collecting people #and i use 'people' in the loosest possible way considering alice is most definitely not considered 'people' in this fic #alice is going to look at ness and go “oh a dhampir. they've mostly died out but you can use an ordinary bug spray to get rid of it.”

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oneatlatime · 2 years ago

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Imprisoned

The opening shot's background has to be a watercolour.

I don't see Katara looking for food. If she's going to complain, she can find her own dinner.

This looks comfy.

Sokka two for two so far: only one getting food, only one with any common sense. Sokka has mom friend vibes here.

I see my prediction about Katara going nuts upon meeting a teenage boy who isn't her brother is about to come true.

Looks like we're back up to the standard of beauty set by the Southern Air Temple. It's all so colourful.

"Look at how they're dressed." This brings up a point I've been thinking about: Aang & company know that the fire nation is after them. Why aren't they making even a token effort at disguise? They could even wear the same styles, just in brown or green.

Ah yes, natural.

"how can you say that?" Katara - you've known these people like five minutes and narrowly avoided getting them into trouble once already. Maybe don't go around judging them like you know their whole life story? Also that comparison will mean absolutely nothing to the earthbender's mom. What does she know about your relationship to your waterbending?

Katara is painfully out of character here: "What can the fire nation do to you that they haven't done already?" Would Katara, who has already mentioned multiple times that the fire nation straight up killed her own mother, believe that the Fire Nation would go no farther than a protection racket?

Kudos to the mom for giving them shelter for the night.

Every shot in this episode so far is very pretty. I don't want this post to devolve into 75 screenshots so just imagine I'm going 'ooh pretty' a lot.

And Katara mentions her mother again! See, she's very aware of what the fire nation does.

"It's not enough, is it?" Raw line. And a good point.

At what time of day is this episode happening? The atmosphere seems unnaturally yellow. Maybe it's mining dust in the air?

Not good deed goes unpunished. This won't come back to bite them at all.

Sokka right again on the need to leave asap. Seriously, I do not envy him the impossible task of herding a flighty 12 year old (who also tops the fire nation's most wanted list) and a stubborn-just-because younger sister all the way across the world. Like herding cats, if cats also had the ability to blow you across town and drown you on dry land.

Now it's night time. Ok, must have been some funky dusk lighting.

Nice bait and switch with the soldiers coming to the door. It fooled me.

Sucking water out of the pump like that seems like a great way to lose the prime.

Katara didn't quite force him. But I don't think he would have done it if Katara hadn't been there to talk him into it. I still think it's a little bit her fault, but it wasn't all her fault. Kudos once again to the mom for not blowing up at Aang & friends. They've been in town maybe 12 hours and her son, who has managed to evade capture as an earthbender for - what, five years? - gets immediately arrested.

Katara's plan is to get herself arrested by the same people who, as she intimately knows, have the ability to kill people's moms. You know what, I was right. Katara just goes out of her mind around teenage boys.

Sokka why are you on board with this? They also killed your mom. You know that's a thing they can do. You have no guarantee that these fire nation soldiers are as bad at capturing the Avatar as Zuko is. You saw yesterday that these soldiers are willing to burn down buildings for pocket change, what do you think they'll do to your hotheaded sister who runs her mouth at the slightest injustice?

Avatar universe version of the squirrel joke from Up.

Ok this is obviously an episode with a tone switch in the middle. From super-serious bonding over shared trauma to gooftastic misadventure. Kind of tonal whiplash. I guess I should stop trying to take this episode seriously from this point on.

Poor Sokka. He is surrounded by idiots.

I think Aang's ears are the biggest. Of the humans.

Once again guys, can you not throw something beige on? You're on a stealth mission.

Are the things on the left and right ship hulls under construction? Is the fire nation fleet built by prisoners of war?

Why would anyone think that Katara knows what she's doing? Although I will say that there's no better place to be a waterbender.

So it is a ship yard. Fleet built by prison labour. Huh.

What is up with this warden?

I hereby rescind all previous objections to characters' lack of disguises. This guy is less than a foot away from a water tribe necklace being worn by someone whose sleeves are obviously blue and he spots nothing. Maybe fire nation people are colour blind? Sartorially inept?

Bending racism. Bendism? I'm actually surprised that this is the first time it's really come up. Once I understood the magic system I figured the superiority/inferiority of the elements would be a big plot point.

This show has consistently gorgeous skies.

Was that really the only way to find them? They couldn't have asked around? The prisoners and prison staff need food and supplies. Those have to come from somewhere, so someone knows. I'm putting too much thought into this again.

I think I know the father's voice actor. He sounds familiar.

Katara once again back on her "how can you say that?" bullshit. Judgy much.

Katara put a sock in it! You just announced your very non-earth kindgom origins to the entire rig. And come to the attention of the warden. She has a death wish. How is Sokka going to keep her alive all the way to the north pole?

I like this! I didn't work!

And she's back to being an idiot. Obviously she's going to end up freeing them in the end, because this is a kids' cartoon and they don't get unhappy endings as a rule, but an ending that affirms Katara's bleeding heart tendencies is only going to make things worse in the long run. Because next time she goes on a justice spree and does something even stupider she'll be over confident due to her success here.

You want a way to help them? Defeat the fire nation.

Sokka sure puts up with a lot.

It's a good thing that the Snidely Whiplash division of the fire nation forces is in charge of this particular rig, rather than the mom-killing division.

The humour is not landing with me in this episode.

What was Katara's plan for freeing the prisoners if Sokka wasn't there to come up with the whole plan? Just hope really hard?

The father would be right, if they didn't have the Deus ex avatar with them.

Straight facts from the warden here. If he hadn't kept running his mouth I bet not even the not-yet-broken-in-spirit guy would have acted. But he did keep talking, and so wrought his own downfall. Nice.

Badass line from old guy here, but I'm being a nitpicky little shit today, so I gotta ask: was the warden really a coward? 'Colossal asshole hopped up on his own power' seems more accurate. I guess you can't say asshole in a kids' show.

Appa can keep up with coal-powered ships. Speedy boy. Also where's his saddle in this shot?

You really think you'll be able to take back your villages? You think the fire nation is going to lose out on a source of coal without a fight? Yeah, yeah, kids' show, consequences handwaved.

Perfect one scene summary of Aang: uses prodigious bending powers to play with his friends. Also a callback to the butterfly.

By freeing the boy's father, so that the boy has more than just one thing (his earthbending) to remind him of his family, Katara loses the one thing (the necklace) that she had left of her mother. That is ouch.

Hey Zuko! haven't seen you in a while. Your hand is giant. Your haircut is still trash, but you are surprisingly menacing in this shot.

Bad guy and beautiful sky. As tonally dissonant as the rest of this episode.

Final thoughts

The credits tell me that the guy's name is Haru. I wasn't even going to try to spell it until I saw it written down. They also tell me that his dad is voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson. A quick google tells me that he was in Lilo & Stich, which is where I known him from. Also the warden is George Takei? A bit on the nose to have him playing the warden in a POW camp. Also he deserved a better character.

If it's not already obvious, I don't like this episode. The visuals were consistently beautiful, and it started off strong with exploring loss and the realities of war. Then it descended into girl power fantasy / looney tunes episode. Turns out that Katara's plan for getting through life is to cause problems and let Sokka fix them.

What was Katara's plan for freeing the earthbenders if Sokka hadn't come up with the coal plan? Was she going to try another speech? She was determined to stay until she freed them, but how was she going to do that? Haru getting arrested was somewhat her fault, so she was sort fixing a problem of her own making. Fixing what you broke is a good lesson, but this whole plot line still bugs me.

This kind of turned into a Sokka episode. And it's wonderful how supportive he is of his idiot sister. And he's obviously been that way their whole lives, because Katara basically expects him to fix things. She looks to him for a plan. But it's also not so wonderful how all of his very legitimate (and correct) concerns were steamrolled over. And why was he ok with the fire nation arresting his sister?

Even Aang is kind of a dud in this episode. Why is Aang ok with letting the fire nation arrest Katara?

There was some sibling stuff in this episode that was interesting. Sokka being Katara's constant support even when her problems are very much self-inflicted; Katara expecting Sokka to fix things, or even just keep them fed, to the point where it's basically an unconscious expectation on her part.

Mostly this episode just felt out of character. The backgrounds were consistently gorgeous and it's nice to see Aang take a backseat and get to hang out with some animal friends. But I don't think this one is going on my re-watch list.

I have to come up with a collective noun for Aang, Katara, Sokka, Appa, & Momo.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #imprisoned #avatar the last airbender

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irlcats-bracket · 1 year ago

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Bracket 6 Round 1 Poll 6

Hiraya vs Princess

unfortunately submitter renamed or deleted their acc before i could grab a picture of hiraya :(

check their descriptions and catpaganda for princess below!

HIRAYA

hiraya means the fruit of one’s dreams and wishes and this is v fitting for him because he is the sweetest babiest gentlest precious little boy. he is submitted because submitter has been working on his self esteem (he’s now confident enough to sleep on the bed and claim the highest platform on the cat tree! an angel baby slowly learning to assert himself!)

PRINCESS

She's a mainly white cat with gray spots that have red undertones and secret stripes you can see in the sunlight. Her spots are asymmetrical and when she curls up they sometimes form a heart. Her eyes are yellow and her nose is pink with a tiny dark dot on it. She's a rescue that followed submitter's sister home from a jog and scream meowed her way into their hearts (and home). When they both went outside to see her, she curled up in their laps and purred. Unfortunately her previous owners declawed her, but that just makes submitter more grateful they rescued her when they did so she can be taken care of. She's an absolute sweetheart and will jump on submitter's lap every morning to purr and knead on them. She's actually on my lap as I am writing this. She loves belly rubs and sometimes drools when she purrs deeply. She drags her strings around like babies and asks very politely to play. She's a little mischievous in the summer and likes to try and go outside just to eat grass, but we always catch her and give her some to chew on.

CATPAGANDA

PRINCESS

Princess propaganda!!

I don't know what I've already said or what I haven't said but here I go!

Princess has supervised outside time (harness and leash) where all she does it eat grass like a mini cow ♡♡ she literally will not eat any treats or beg for food but she WILL go NUTS over grass

Her eyes are gold. Her eyes are green. They're a shade in between that you'd think would be a gross combination but then turn out to be the moat beautiful colour in the world.

When she curls up in a ball she makes a heart with her spots. When she stands she looks like she has a cat on her back.

She is on my lap as I type this ♡♡

Master catpost for a cat poll I'm entering

#cat #cats #polls #catfight six #catfight six round one

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firespirited · 2 years ago

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To note: Prisoner review in Scotland is currently a mess due to transphobes and transphobic panic caused directly by J K Rowling and the tabloids boosting misinformation.

These are specialized review boards whose job is to weigh the danger to individual prisoners vs the danger to all prisoners and assess placement and extra freedoms within prison. The assessment is based on how a prisoner is being threatened and has been attacked vs their previous behaviour on the outside and behaviour in prison.

It’s not the public’s job to be judge, jury and executioner and it’s not the public’s job to decide prisoner placement. And yet here we are, Scotland’s prisoner assessments are currently ground to a halt because of public “outcry” over risks that are already absolutely taken into account because a mob would like rapists and murderers to be tortured and possibly murdered by other prisoners rather than respect their human rights and the sentence they have been given (which is to be locked up... not tortured and killed). And while the assessment system is paused, trans women who did not commit violent crimes are trapped in male prison and women who are a danger to other women are not being segregated.

I care deeply about women in prison, I care deeply when human rights are being violated even when it’s a bad person because it’s setting precedent for it to go ignored when it happens to good people and it’s already happening to good people: trans and gender non-conforming women, women with physical and mental disabilities, women who committed taboo crimes while in the throes of post-partum or under coercive control, women of colour, muslim women. If you think we’re all nurturing and nice to each other I have to wonder what kind of sheltered childhood you had. Bullying is part of prison culture because it’s full of damaged people struggling to regain some control. Assessment allows us to give different levels of social access to people who need it and will benefit from social contact. We reduce bullying by building community and giving ringleaders like white supremacists or religious nuts limited influence.

Ideally we change the prison system completely, the women there have few ways of repaying their debt or building new lives. You have to understand that it undermines the reforms we’re trying to make happen when fake feminists harass prison officials over made up stories.

This is tangible misuse of a large platform to galvanize an angry mob with only partial information. I blame the tabloids who make money off the outrage of weaponized half-truths and made up monsters but you can also draw a direct line back to Mrs “I’m just the nice lady like you who wrote the children’s books” who’s actually been living in luxury writing mediocre pulp crime novels for the past decade.

There have been other tangible real life harms, the Mermaids charity for example. This is the current one. Not hypothetical links that may or may not lead back to hateful rhetoric: You buying merch makes that delusional woman think she’s supported and continues to lead a hateful mob in harassment campaigns instead of fading to irrelevance as that strange lady who tweets angry things at Nicola Sturgeon who is trying to do what’s best for Scotland while Tory England treats Scottish people like trash.

Hey look at that, a progressive woman who’s having to fight powerful men and who’s being dragged through the dirt right now as we’re in a historic moment for Scotland getting some rights over their own taxes and laws. Would be mighty useful to conservatives and the patriarchy if a high profile celeb trashing her was also a woman. 🤔🤔🤔

#saf #j k rowling #transphobia #terfs #abolish prison #human rights

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quortknee · 9 months ago

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I am curious to know, what do you like the most of the WH40k universe and what do you like the least?

(note: i got too excited and rambled on for a while, sorry about the really long answer lol)

HI ANON, I’ve just recently gotten into warhammer proper— the black library more specifically. I’ve only read eisenhorn (excluding magos because I wanted to read ravenor beforehand), and the first three horus heresy books so far. I know about some other key story beats just because I am online™ and I cannot avoid the older, more well-known lore. I have never played the tabletop game nor any of the video games (yet). SO it’s a bit challenging to answer this properly.

that said,

off the bat if i could answer this OUT of universe, my favourite thing would be Dan Abnett just as a writer because that guy rules. my least favourite would be how games workshop is seemingly allergic to good business decisions regarding the reprinting of their older books and that they have done nothing to stop scalpers going hog wild lol. ALSO how mcneill writes women and "exposition" (aka tell and re-tell the reader important info so they KNOW it is important rather than treating the reader as a thinking being who can understand subtext and remember the most basic of things from previous chapters/povs/books)

jokes aside, here’s some answers to your question from my current perspective (this is so hard so im gonna share a couple rather than just one each, as i couldn’t pick. most of my gripes with 40k are out of universe minus one woman thing which ill mention below):

I very much enjoy the structure of the inquisition and how many moving parts and types of people an inquisitor employs while on the job. creates a really compelling and vibrant group dynamic within a noir-ish subgenre (i guess? i couldnt figure out how exactly to word that). although i am incredibly biased as the eisenhorn series has coloured my view on the inquisition quite ardently on its own so who knows!!

speaking of Eisenhorn and his crew; glossia is a really cool secret code concept and i personally love it, but that could also just be the romantic in me enjoying the beautiful idea of using personal relationships and poetry off hand with no written cipher to encode your speech

I love how chaos and faith are written as Things; how all of humanity is a hair’s width away from being corrupted, as it is simply the human condition to surrender to faith and “our” base values when threatened or otherwise. It’s really beautiful and tragic

speaking of tragedy; the creation and existence of each of the primarchs and their legions of astartes is just absolutely brilliant. The Emperor creating astartes after the thunder warriors (i think?) to give his soldiers more humanity overall and THAT being the thing that is his downfall (or ascension depending on how you look at it ig) is so beautifully tragic.

Fav characters so far have been literally every main/supporting character in Eisenhorn as well as Loken and Tarvitz from HH. I also think Magnus is really interesting as a primarch so far. Poor guy though lol. I am aware of his uh... big oopsie

Hereticus is still my favourite book I’ve read so far within the black library. (SPOILER: Fischig staying true to himself and his faith and doing all he can to save his friend but not knowing he just contributed to the very thing he hates most (chaos) through Osma, resulting in Medea having to kill him after hailing him to their location to give him a chance to apologize and rejoin the band (against Eisenhorn’s will). And THEN as a last stand while Aemos dies, he and Eisenhorn work together to turn Fischig’s freshly murdered corpse into a perfect daemonhost to imprison Cherubael as a weapon/tool for Eisenhorn to use in the coming battle… END SPOILER) I am still not over it and I don’t think I ever will be. That book is fucking nuts. Abnett did not have to go that hard but I am grateful for it regardless

i hate the remembrancer Petronella Vivar with a burning passion, she is the worst written character in the series period (so far?)

characters I would beat over the head with a steel pipe: Osma, Heldane, Erebus, Eidolon, Lucius, and Petronella. The other characters in this list I can still appreciate as villains. Petronella though... I could probably list some others too but those are the ones who came to mind right away

Other than Petronella idk what I would say regarding what I like the least as of now. I love the other remembrancers (minus the way Karsky was written in false gods, but again this is a McNeill issue), so its literally just her I can't stand. I blame McNeill for this though, with his glaring inability to write a compelling woman whatsoever

also orks are silly i like them

i hope this is satisfactory to you, anon!! please excuse any errors, i answered this first thing in the morning and got way too excited about it lmao. ty for the ask : D

#i could probably go on #but i am tired #ty anon :3 #warhammer 40k #wh 40k #40k #asks #thoughts #i complained about mcneill several during this and i think that says a lot

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nitroish · 2 years ago

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I myself dont have much time to talk but. What are some silly headcanons you have for your favoritest blorbos? Do they have a favorite food? What are your hcs for their sexualities? Do they stim, and if so, how?

This could be zelda related or not whichever you prefer, im giving you a reason to ramble about whichever characters you like most :)

oh hell yeah lets go

im going to answer these with my legend in mind , so keep That in mind ! thank u thank u

under the cut . o7

legends favourite food is eggs on rice. a simple, easy to make meal! he only eats it A Singular Way as well oops - the way He cooks it. wild learns how to make it legends way [ its not all that hard of a feat to accomplish ] . he tries to change it up sometimes but legend absolutely notices every single time and refuses to eat it.

legend can cook but its mostly easy-to-make + overall cheap options that he can make in bulk / eat off of for awhile . goulash and curries. soups, breads, etc.

hes rly good w apples too tho, outside of those kinds of meals . his favourites are honeycrisp, and hes made or helped make wine , pies , jam , etc with the fruit in general :)

he has a damn sweet tooth and its impulsively indulged every time he passes a pastry shop or some shit. if there is an apple or cinnamon flavoured Anything he is going to try it [ not cinnamon roll, though ]

he is gay as shit !!! homosexual + somewhere under the ace spec but only thinks himself Loosely tied to the term [ he does not bother to find exactly where and i dont have much care to do that much searching either. ]

stims consist of many different things so here are some different kinds

hat fiddling, fiddling with things in general [ rings, hair, tunic, bag, blahblah ], waving weight from one foot to the other, tracing designs on things [ arm bracers, armour, swords, saddles, yadayada ], large exaggerated arm/hand movements, cracking bones [ <- stress stim ]

shine !! he will watch his rings or weapons shine in the sun, will move hands back and forth to watch the gleam of light move over the designs. he likes watching clouds move. he'll stare at the campfire for hours cos he likes to watch how the colours move.

humming, whistling [ usually random tunes he picked up from the others or towns ], clicking his tongue, mimicking accents [ NOT mocking . theres a difference . unless its twilight , then he mocks because its silly /lh ]. he likes to repeat words he hears tht r fun . yippee . . . conkcrete . . .

idk random things

warriors and legend are in a qpr [ duh ]

legend draws. wars writes.

system four my beloved

times good w magic spells. hes a quick learn, tho he doesnt rly use em

legend is more magic-able thn he lets on , understands spells and what they do / what words do that , but doesnt know how to use spells without conduits that Move the magic for him

they all know sign or are learning sign . legend doesnt like to teach, but he DOES stick around to help translate if need be

legend knows so many languages but this is common knowledge

legend has two dark world forms [ wolfos and rabbit ] <- the wolfos coloration is like a maned wolf

hyrule isnt very fond of bein in the fairy transformation , very overwhelming experience rly , but he Does enjoy the ability to sit on shoulders when he winds up in it

hyrule n legend make deez nuts jokes n warriors falls for them every time . warriors learns how to weaponize words to make his own jokes of the same caliber

twilight likes to collect bugs for agitha still . other eras have silly bugs and someone asks why hes hoarding all the damn glass bottles and when he carefully gets tghem out they each have a singular fucking bug in them

#hc tag #ask #anonymous

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fox-mulder-gets-pegged · 1 year ago

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Oh that’s sick!! If I find a good jacket next time I’m at value village I might have to try it, all of yours look so cool but I was assuming I’d have to spend a bunch of money on paint if I wanted to try for myself

Oh absolutely not. That's one thing that's really cool and punk about painting jackets is you don't need to spend a ton of money. Get a jacket from goodwill, buy some cheap acrylic paint and like two paint brushes (one with a bigger brush head for painting wider swaths and one with a finer point for details) and go nuts. I use an old cat food dish for squeezing paint into, or an old Tupperware if need be. Your only limit is your imagination! And it's a lot of fun. Here's some of my faves that I've painted:

You just gotta feel yourself and go nuts. I'm not an artist by trade or self description. But something about jacket painting just feels cool. It's art you can wear and it's so personalized! So go buy paint! Thrift a jacket! Fuck up and get paint on your bed sheets! Paint something and hate it and paint over it with something new that you love! Put down your design in white before you put the colour down on top so the colour is more vibrant!

And when you're ready, send me pics bc I would love to see your art and celebrate it with you.

#anonymous #jacket tag #this is such a sweet ask im glad you like my stuff #I'll probably finish up the back tomorrow and post pics!

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shimmerbeasts · 9 months ago

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Unlike the rest of the party, who was sleeping soundly, Karlach had been wide awake. Nightmares, they plagued her every being when she wasn't awake. Sometimes they even followed her then, in the forms of visions that Zariel would throw her way. There was no true reprieve from this but she didn't want to risk the rest of the party knowing of her affliction, not yet. As such she ventured out to allow a moment to herself. The tiefling was about to set loose her fire to let off steam when she spotted the dead gnoll. Karlach knew at first look that there was something more to it. In fact, she knew a killer when she saw one, because she was one herself. Only her victims were typically imps, cambian's, and other hellish creatures. Granted, gnoll didn't differ much from that lot. Just mindless creatures slaughtering innocents for a source of meat. A spare few even served the absolute. "You're lucky it was me that found you here, could you imagine gale finding you? Stars he'd flip his shit." Karlach sighed and shook her head as she approached. She tapped the gnoll with her foot to check if it was dead. "You killed it without mercy, didn't you? Bastard didn't stand a chance." She turned her attention to the other tiefling, studying her. This was no accident but Karlach wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, she deserved that much right? "I know that look in your eye, you meant to kill it didn't you? Like I did in--" She stopped there, not wanting to reveal her history in Avernus. Karlach took a deep breath, "Nevermind, let's clean this body up. You're right, everyone would properly go nuts. Except maybe fang boy over there..." The infernal tiefling immediately picked up the gnoll as if it was nothing and slung it over her shoulders. "I'll dispose of this but afterwards I expect you to tell me why he was really here, yeah?"

The dim light of the moon reflected itself in their demonic eyes. Even though tieflings were not imps or cambions, their hellish ancestors were clearly visible in their unnatural eye colours, the long, thick tails and their horns, ranging from those of goats to rams to gazelles. However, even in that distinct light, Jinx could see certain differences in Karlach's appearance. Her horn was bulkier and heavier in design, curved crudely against the side of her temple. The end of her tail was covered in strange, ashen-coloured plates and the tip of her tail ended in a sharp arrow point.

Jinx steadied herself for needing to defend her decision to slaughter the gnoll. However, when Karlach remarked that Jinx should be lucky that she had found her as opposed to Gale for instance, the tiefling could not help but release an unsteady laugh. Jinx said: "You are right. He would absolutely lose it."

Her gaze wandered down to the gnoll as Karlach poked it with her foot. The creature's head flicked sideways before it flopped back down. The gnoll's eyes were blank and broken, its teeth born in a snarl and blood trickled down the corner of his jaw where a bolt had caught its maw. Jinx chose not to reply to Karlach's remark on the merciless kill. Her work spoke for itself. It was a crude, yet beautiful display of violence, all things considered.

Jinx merely said as Karlach pointed out that it seemed she had meant to kill it: "Does it matter? It's a gnoll. You would have done the same thing." The thiefling nodded at Karlach in a silent expression of thanks. Something in her told her that usually, she would have just chosen to keep the carcass out in the open, but much like her experiences with Alfira, Jinx had learned to hide her carnage, now that she was travelling with others.

Heading back to camp, Jinx fed the dimmed-down fire a few more branches to make it blazingly fierce. She pulled out a piece of cloth and used that to rudimentarily clean her hands of the blood, sticking to her skin. Waiting for Karlach to return, Jinx looked up at the approaching tiefling and said:

"1011 pounds. That's the bite force of a spotted hyena. That's enough to crush and eat bones. That's why gnolls and spotted hyenas have white, corny poo poo. It is the undigestable part of the bones. I don't know how that gnoll found our camp. But I know enough about them to not give them the chance to figure out we are an easy kill. If only one gnoll figures out they can sneak into our camp and drag one of us into the night to devour in peace, the next night, they will be accompanied by four more."

@faerunscursed cont. from here.

#faerunscursed #rp: butchered gnoll #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #BG3 Verse[Jinx]

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asurashi · 1 year ago

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Ok like, sorry but i'm gonna drop a whole ass essay here cause there's no way this will fit in the tags but OH MY GOD

Ok first of all, insane the use of the necklace to create patterns and also the way that it snakes everywhere. Nico isn't being tied down here but there's implication that he's chained (to the past or the idea of reconciliation perhaps). And using this type of locket thats commonly used by kids paralleling their childhood friends status is so genius aworghgag

ALSO! I'm so fucking in love with lewis being where his heart is. @/roosterhouse tagged this with this:

And i agree so much in the context of this painting! The actively hurting with the shattering of the ribs, which i interpreted as his feelings for lewis is far too big to keep in his ribcage that it bursts out.

Can we also talk about the pose that you used for nico because oh my god he's waving at someone here isnt it? I'm choosing to intepret this as nico waving hello to lewis (is it reciprocated? Discuss.) The way you placed the ring so prominently in view of the audience too!!!! Right over his guts. Hmmm. HMMMM

(Also going nuts with your choice of using the same colour for nico's wedding ring and lewis's pinky ring. Its brilliant technical wise w the color contrast and ALSO narratively)

Awroghh the literal flaying....... thinking about how everytime he says anything abt lewis, its going to be dissected to the bare bones by everyone online .... the emotional flaying of showing his vulnerability but also covering it with his trademark charm but its also far too strong that you can still peer through the flesh of it all (which is also reinforced by the text on the watch)

Also can we talk about the colour choice??? Because aworghrv the colours... they are most colors.... but in all seriousness!!! The absolute garish shade of sickly green that contrast so so so well with the red underpainting ...... what an amazing technical and narrative choice aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway im enjoying the way for me, this gets me transfixed looking at the horros that also mimicks how i am while watching their interactions. Studying them like a bug has never been more apt.

ANYWAY IN CONCLUSION THE LINES.... MUCH LINES.. AND THE COLORS ...... AWORGHGRGGHG

JUST KIDDING!

#phew now thats out of my mind #i can go in peace (this lingers on my brain forever)#brocedes #eda art ref #edit: NOOO I JUST REALISED THE GREEN OF JEALOUSY AND RED OF ANGER AWORGHSGSH

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sussex-nature-lover · 2 years ago

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Saturday 18 February 2023

The Ups and Downs When Spring Stalls

My week’s been like these hyacinths. Good in parts and let down in others.

All my bulbs were bought and potted up at the same time, but look at the difference. One is so far behind it’s just tiny and no sign of any colour. I like hyacinths and I like all the individual little flowers combining to make a glorious flower head, but I tie the tall ones up at least twice a day as they’re so heavy they’re leaning again in no time. We were in the supermarket yesterday and I noticed their offerings had exactly the same problem, so it’s not just mine.

The distinct fragrance perfumes a whole room

Actually I mention the perfume, but I’ve had to move the pots into more open areas, as it’s started to give me a headache, it’s so intense, like lilies. I shall put them outdoors directly into the soil after they’ve finished and next year pot up something less heady - in both senses of the word - for the house

Beautiful bark

I went to do my regular inspection in the woods and again, so very disappointing - a litter pick

What on earth is wrong with people that they think open ground is a suitable resting place for their trash. I could rant on but I’ve done it all before and I very much doubt anyone who cares to read this would think any differently

I’d love to put up a sign saying TAKE IT HOME, but fear it’ll only encourage rebellion from the kind of idiot who can’t work that out as a given

On a much brighter note, this year I’ve noticed just how many hazel trees we have both in the garden and the woods. The growth is vigorous but we’ve been having such grey weather that the catkins aren’t glowing as well as below. I hope the ancient legend’s true. We could do with a bit more inspiration and wisdom coming our way, but never-the-less we should see plenty of nuts. The tree above, which is on show through our side window is more of a green-lemon shade

Hazel (Corylus avellana) Hazel shrubs are monoecious, which means they have male and female flowers on the same plant. The catkins, droop from branch twigs and can be seen from January to March. Catkins are the male flowers of the Hazel tree and, if you look very close, you should can see the tiny red filaments of the female flowers sticking out from a small bud.

The catkins in the woods are much more golden than in the garden, but the camera still isn’t capturing the glow. It’s slightly easier to tell from this pic, below, where I’m watching the birds, whilst I’m under observation too. You need to imagine the glow when the sun comes out

I’ll make a list. Since I sat to write this, I’ve seen robins, house sparrows, great spotted woodpeckers, starlings, nuthatch, long tailed tits, blue tits, great tits, marsh tits, blackbirds, Inspector Pritchard, Anton the pheasant and a pesky squirrel after the suet. For a very short while, judging on shape and posture, I hoped I’d spotted a song thrush, but when she emerged from the bushes, it was a female blackbird after all. That was pretty much a full house of our regulars though

The birds are going to be scouting new homes and because we need a big tidy up, they’re being a little bit displaced. The garden next door was suffering from some heavy growth that was hanging over our side of the fence too. It was blocking light out from our corner sitting room windows, but also over shadowing other plants, drying out the soil and causing a lot of mossy growth on paths. Now they’ve taken an awful lot of it down it’s really opened both gardens and later this week the willow is going to get its second or third ‘haircut’ in the time we’ve lived here. We’ve never forgotten the shock of the first one, the tree looked absolutely annihilated, but of course, it was incredible how it came back through the season

To be honest I’m planning on getting out with the shears and the hedge cutter and giving our big shrubs another hacking back so everything can hopefully strengthen and flourish nicely too. I’m still getting my head around how much heavy work we did all last summer and early autumn and what a toll the winter has taken on the garden. We’ve lost several shrubs and for the first time, pots have bitten the dust too. There’s an awful lot to do out there, but the birds still have a thriving and hospitable habitat

‘Inspector’ inspecting

First out of the blocks for meeting the new season is his lordship. Just look how his feathers have grown and he’s displaying now several times a day

Sadly, Anton isn’t at all impressed, but their friendship is ongoing. This morning they were waiting together again like buddies, eager for Crow to go out and stock up the seed trays.

Anton did have three ladies with him earlier in the week, but we only saw them the one time. I’m in no doubt that he’s in poll position for the girlfriend derby. Oh well, at least Prichard has plenty of company here and we do talk to him and provide a healthy, varied diet - his life could be worse

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travelnshit · 2 years ago

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I was a bit concerned we'd be a bit underwhelmed with Bariloche on account of all the hype surrounding it buy as we stood at the first viewpoint you have to visit unless you want people to study you with a raised eyebrow and the words, "Did you even go to Bariloche?" I realised how ridiculous that notion was. Fuck me, it's a nut stunning around here. You'll notice a running lake related theme. You also realise quite quickly that the best place to be in Bariloche is really high up (or in a bar face down in a vat if cerveza artesenal, or consuming so much chocolate that if your dentist could see you they'd be sobbing) so we checked out Cerro Campanario first before winding our way around the Circuito Chico which is a road lined with all manner of viewpoints including Punto Panorámico (pic 1). I couldn't fit the whole eyehole fodder in one frame so that's just my favourite bit. The next day we threw ourselves off a perfectly good hill with a man strapped to our backs. I feel like of all the places you can go paragliding this has got to be one of the better ones. It was Tarrant's first time, I think you can tell how much she enjoyed it from pic 8. I've done it twice before but I still nearly shat myself when we ran off the edge. I say ran, I tried to run but the 'chute pulled us back so Hernán pretty much just had to shove me off and off we fucked, gliding over Bariloche. Absolutely recommend this to anyone. The trees in pics 5 & 6 by the way are arrayan trees. They're these evergreens with orange bark and I love the contrast. Wouldn't paint my walls that colour, mind, but I love it in nature. I love most things in nature aside from mosquitoes and other things that forcibly part me from my blood. . https://travelnshit.com/2023/02/02/land-of-lakes-beer-chocolate/ • • • #argentina #visitargentina #travel #travelgram #instatravel #wanderlust #lesbiantravel #couplegoals #travelcouple #nature #instanature #naturegram #landscape #landscapeporn #bariloche #lakes #paragliding #parapente #arrayantree #nahuelhuapilake #patagonia (at Bariloche, Patagonia, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CokMKo1u1FV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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noisydiary · 2 years ago

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a melody of your design

Of the things that drove Faith further into feeling mad, Jess' tapping was one of them. Every time Faith came to Bio during a lab, Jess would look to her and tap out something on the table. Coming to the meetings, her little tapping when she wasn't thinking, drumming it against her leg for just a moment. Even during the movies- when Faith was scared, Jess would tap.

It took a bit for Faith to realise what she was doing.

Soft notes.

Jess was playing soft notes that lingered in Faith's mind. Like a song that Faith could sing if she could just figure out the notes--

It drove her absolutely nuts.

Particularly during the quiet, when she'd finished with her in class work, and was left to her own devices. The tapping was rhythmic enough, the same fingers every time… Almost like…

Keys.

Piano keys-! Of course!!

Faith looked up to the clock, seeing the end of the day tick closer- noting all of the ideas flicker through her head. Couldn't visit the band room… I don't have time after sch-… What if I…?

The thought rattled in her mind as she waited for the bell to ring, hatching what could best be described as a half-baked plan, with more… 'Pathos' than 'logos', as Mrs. Tillersby would say. Tuesdays were Faith's off days- no chess club, debate team, or student council. So, when the bell rang, she stayed in her seat, waiting patiently as all of the other students cleared from the room. Rather… Until the halls were relatively quiet. Waiting until the busses left. Most of the driving students wouldn't be around- except Jess, who hated waiting in traffic.

Unless she left early… The thought hadn't even come to her until now, realising one (of many) faults in the plan. A shiver ran down her spine, realising if this didn't work out, then- then-

It's going to be okay- everything's okay- Faith assured herself, before looking to the clock, seeing it about a quarter past three. She got up out of her seat at that point and headed out to the hall, walking down a path she knew too well.

Upon reaching the hall to which her 'destination' laid, she saw a few students still milling about- and the locker in particular she was looking for still ajar, being rooted through by Jess.

Faith came up to the locker and hesitated for a beat, before she reached out and knocked against it's surface- and losing almost all of her confidence as Jess pulled the door back to see who was knocking with a glare most fierce. The colour drained out of her face as she stuttered, "Sorry… Gloria said she had practice, and… well, I didn't- em, sorry… I just thought you might still be here- If you're busy, I can--"

Jess' cold demeanour melted, ever slightly as she tilted her head. "No, no, it's okay, what's up?"

"…Can I get a ride home, please? I can get you something for trade-"

A small smile came to Jess' lips as she interrupted, "You don't have to do anything, it's fine. Just tell me how to get to yours, and I'll get you there."

"I-is that okay…?"

"Yeah, of course, why not? I mean, you've been to mine, I think it'd be nice to see yours- though I think I can imagine it."

Faith tilted her head a bit as she turned and started walking off, Jess following in turn. It took Faith a moment before, "Really? It's not that special, my mom keeps a tight ship…"

"Exactly," Jess tossed her bag over her shoulder, "Predictable. Couch covers?"

"Plastic."

"Mmmhm."

"Everything has a place, in its place, picture perfect like a fuckin' dollhouse?"

Faith nodded, pushing the door open for herself and holding it for Jess to step through, "Well- it's… Nice that everything has a place." Jess left that conversation at a scoff. Its a short walk from Jess' locker to her car, though it took Jess a fair second to clear off her passenger seat, "Jesus, I didn't think I left it this bad…"

The clutter was generally just papers, empty bottles, and other debris. She tossed most of it to the back and pushed the passenger door open, "Tada~"

A giggle escaped Faith, as she took her bag off her shoulder and putting it in the footwell, "Thank you very much."

"No prob," a bit more nonchalant, seeing how stiffly Faith climbed into the car- "You're not gonna break anything…"

Aaah!! That's not the problem! Faith averted her eyes as she pulled her seatbelt on, her cheeks getting ever slightly redder…

Jess chuckled as she realised, "What, haven't I taken you for a ride before?"

"No…"

"I swore I have-"

"No, you've had no reason to before. I always ride with my mother…" Faith shrugged, looking out the window as Jess started up the ignition and peeled out of the now empty lot.

"Huh… I mean I know you've talked with me on the hood before. Guess I never realised you've never- been inside. Well, glad to fix that," Jess hummed, keeping quiet as she drove…. making comments as they passed, "Ohh… Riiiight, you live in this part of PB… Maria's not too far from yours, right?"

It took a moment for Faith to look up from the window and recognise the area- Jess was right, but… "How do you know that….?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I've uh… I've had to give Maria a few rides home before. Long story." Jess left it at that, pulling up to the curb beside Faith's house and gesturing, "Anyways… This one, right? Doubt I'm gonna be able to get closer if that's your mother's car."

"Yes, this is correct, thank you." Faith moved and grabbed her bag, pulling back as her hand rested on the door handle, biting her lip, "Are you sure I couldn't offer you something, like some water or…?"

"Ehh… I don't know if your mom would like that…"

Faith shook her head, "Doesn't matter, I'm inviting you."

The confidence in her voice surprised both of them, as Faith meekened up afterwards. Jess, on the other hand, smiled. She pressed the gearstick into park and pulled out her keys, "Yeah, okay. All I'd do is go home and watch a movie, so uh… Why not. Other than your mom will kill me."

"It'll be okay-!! Just… I'm sure she'll understand when I smooth it over." Faith's lips curled to a small smile in return, pulling the door handle and opening the door. She headed inside with Jess following after, locking the car as she shut her side. Once inside, Faith shuddered off her coat and hung up her bag, taking off her shoes a moment after. She called out once done, "Mom, I'm home-!"

No one yelled back, but as Jess took off her jacket and shoes, she could hear as Faith's mom talked with her in the living room. She followed the source of the talking, overhearing, "…aren't you home early?"

Jess raised a brow-- wasn't the reason she gave her a lift because she missed the bus?…..

"I missed the bus, but I got a ride from a friend of mine- a friend from Video Vid-"

"Jessica," Her mother pulled her attention from Faith as Jess stepped into the room, feeling daggers with just her glare and tone.

"Oh, yes, you've met- Yes, this is Jessie. We're going to study a bit before the meeting tonight, if thats… okay?" Wincing as she said the words, worried about her mom's response. She gestured back towards Jess, seeing a distinct look of confusion across her face.

However, before she could press on it, her mother grit her teeth and crossed her arms, giving a sigh, "Alright… Don't do anything out of the normal." "I won't let her, Mrs Williams. I know you would have my neck if I tried to." Jess, raising her hands slightly, before putting them at her side again, looking to Faith…

Faith, on the other hand, flashed a bit of an awkward smile as her mother perked her brow, doubting Jess' words. And yet, she pulled off, leaving to the kitchen, "Let me know if you kids need any snacks."

"Okay- thank you-!!!" Faith hurried through her words as she turned to Jess, before reaching out and taking her hand, lightly pulling before really thinking about the act.

And yet Jess stood still, looking to Faith with this odd glare- her voice hushed as she spoke, "…You didn't miss the bus at all, did you."

Though, hushed as the words were, Faith's mother stopped in her tracks. Her shrill voice snapped before Faith could even comment, "Faith."

"I-i did, really!! IgotcaughtupwithMr.Festand-" Faith flustered, pulling her hand away from Jess' and waving them before her as she tried to cover up with another lie.

"If you went out of your way to inconvenience your friend and get a ride home, I swear-"

"I didn't!!!"

As Faith protested, her mother stepped back into the room, closing the distance- about half a second from chewing Faith's ear out, before Jess interrupted, "I- Faith, I didn't mean to throw you under the bus, I just want you to be honest with me-- Like… I-- I really don't mind giving you a ride. Just- tell me the truth, mo-er Faith."

Quickly course correcting from 'Mouse'… a nickname that Faith didn't quite understand, but- well, it was better than nerd. As Jess rounded off, Mrs. Williams slowly realised… If Jess didn't know… Then they weren't here for studying, and Faith's little spun web of lies already became unwound.

Mrs. Williams glared a new one into Jess' skull, then shut her eyes for a moment, before calmly saying, "Jessica. Sit. We are going to have a chat. And, Faith… To your room. Now."

Jess stood where she was, looking to Faith with wider eyes, darting between her and the stairs. Faith took a moment to look to the two of them, trying to hold back from breaking down right there in frustration, This was an awful idea-!!! She backed up, nodding softly towards her mother, before she scurried off up the stairs. Although, instead of fully listening to her mother, she… waited. Standing by the banister, she waited- listening down below.

"What were you planning with my daughter, Jessica."

"N-nothing-!! I swear- I wasn't planning anything. She asked me if I could get her home because she missed the bus, then asked if I wanted to come inside, but I knew you wouldn't like me cause I'm not up to your 'standards'. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her, I just- she asked if I wanted some water in a trade for getting her home. That's all, I promise you, Mrs. Williams…"

The room was quiet for a moment, before Faith heard shuffling as her mother spoke, "…You're a good girl, Jessica. I'm sorry to have you wrapped up in my daughters delusions. Here, let's get you your shoes and on your way-"

"On my way?" Jess sounded a bit dumbfounded at that, "…could I stay a bit longer?"

"I… think it would be best if you got home, dear. She can get… temperamental."

"Faith? That sweet bookworm? No way."

"Seems you don't know her as well as you think- but her mother knows best."

"…maybe I don't. But it can't hurt to try."

"You can try some other time… potentially. I would advise you clean your act before coming around here again. You've got potential. Now, best to be along." The shuffling grew louder until proper footsteps echoed through the hall, and Faith bowed away, scurrying to her room to pretend as if she'd never heard it. She clicked the door shut and moved to her bed, carefully sitting with her hands in her lap… though her hands shook as she held them together. She heard footsteps up the stairs, looking over to the door and swallowing the impending doom growing in her stomach. The door handle clicked, and then opened, before her mother stepped inside… All of her attention went towards Mrs. Williams, who stepped inside towards the bed as she pulled her arms crossed. She said nothing, watching… scrutinising everything Faith did, like watching her under a microscope- and Faith could feel the pressure of the lens. This uncomfortable silence sat for a while, until Faith looked down at her hands, and up towards her mother. She then squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head, "I-it was my idea, mother- I… I just, wanted to give her something, but- I-"

"Faith Williams, do not lie to me."

Faith grimaced, a pang running through her already racing heart, trying to bite away her embarrassment, "I… I wanted her to do something or me-"

"What in the world would you ask her to do??? Faith, I understand you have these fantasies, but what would you expect a young lady to do for you? Hm? Were you hoping to accrew some- some illegal material? What, Faith, hm?? Wine, the Devil's lettuce, psilocybin???"

"I wanted her to play a song!!" Faith cried out, her head tucking further into herself as her hands balled into fists. "I just… wanted a song…"

"A song…?" It wasn't her mother's voice she heard, which got her to snap her head up and past her, and see in the doorway stood Jess. "I don't even have my guitar, Faith-"

…Jess?

W-why is she still-

Jess gave a little concerned smile, seeing as Faith went red as she realised she'd admitted this out loud to both of them… The smile faded as Mrs. Williams turned to look. "I thought I'd told you to go home, Jessica. This-"

"Is a matter about me, I think I should be here." Jess stood her ground, holding up loads better under the scrutiny of Mrs. William's cold glare. "You've pressed her enough, that's the truth."

Mrs. Williams may be an adult, but she certainly could pout like a child. Jess pressed past her and moved in a bit closer, which got Faith to back up and pull her hands to her chest. She took a step back, taking that moment to take a look around the room- looking for a better solution, like… Maybe, for whatever reason, Faith had a guitar. But no, what laced her room were several books across bookshelves. A neat, tidy desk matched the shelves- though above it sat a wall shelf which held quite the number of stuffed animals. Along with that, there was a dresser, and a chair- which at the moment, held several skeins of yarn. Of course, there was her bed, but that was fairly normal as well. The whole thing felt… Off. Perfect, yes. A perfectly normal room for a 14 year old Christian teen, but it felt unnatural- unlived in.

She shook her head on finding nothing to help, and spoke a bit softer, "I don't have my guitar here, Faith- I can't really… play you anything."

It was a little embarrassing that Jess knew just what to do to calm her down, but it wasn't all that much to ask… She frowned as she looked away, mumbling just loud enough for Jess to hear, "We have a piano…"

"I- okay, Faith? I haven't touched a piano in… Years, actually. We had to get rid of ours a while back to pay bills, and I just… I haven't played one since. I can try, but- I'd rather play on my guitar, y'know? Just. Got more experience with it…"

Faith's face scrunched up as she once again tried not to cry from frustration- knowing she'd gone red as ever… Again… "I-- I just… I know I just… thought…" Jess took another step forward, and Faith didn't pull away this time. She reached out and took Faith's shoulder, "Hey. It's okay. Breathe. I can try if you want me to- well. If your mom's okay with me even getting near it."

Mrs. Williams'd calmed by that point, but gave no answer. Instead, Faith winced and looked off to her bedside, "I-it's okay, really… I'll… I'll see you out?"

"I thought you wanted…? Faith, are you sure?"

Faith bit her lip giving a pleading look to her mother, who gave yet another non-answer, before she moved and stood up, "Perfectly. This way."

She then moved past her mother, sharing a glance with her for just a moment, before she headed towards the door. Jess stood in turn, taking a moment with Mrs. Williams, "Alright… And… sorry, for causing problems, Mrs. Williams."

Every bone in her body ached for that one, but Jess didn't want to make the situation any worse by being her normal self. She could handle it, but Faith? Faith's already shaking like a leaf… Is this what it's always like? No wonder she's so… so skittish.

Mrs. Williams dignified that with a nod, "Your apology is accepted, but it would be in your best interest to listen to an authority the first time."

Not gonna happen, bitch. Jess kept her mouth shut, taking the 'advice' before following Faith out the door.

Faith'd shut the door after Jess stepped out, taking a moment to cover her mouth and let out a shaky breath. Her knees were shaking as she stood, using the wall to lean against to stay standing. It-It wasn't even that bad- I… God!!

"Hey… are you sure you're okay? You- it's almost like you're in a tape…"

Frickfrickfrick-!!! Why did I think it was keys??? Of course its not keys- it- it means Nothing!! Why would it mean anything- I- Faith let out another huff, and a little groan after as she pulled her full hand from her mouth to bite at her nails… too much in thought to answer Jess, as her biting went too far down into the bed.

Jess reached and gently took Faith's hand away- letting her keep it there if she wanted, but… just wanting her to stop hurting without thinking about it. Her hand came willingly. She gave it a firm squeeze, before lightly tapping it a few times as she tried to understand the way Faith's head was thinking, "…you wanted music- er- you asked for a song… is it about this? The uh- tapping I do."

Faith jolted, pulling her hand back on realising Jess hit a nerve. She tucked it behind her back as she looked to Jess, trying to seem as if that thought didn't cross her mind, "Hm?"

"You asking about a song-- did you have one you wanted me to play, or? Cause I could've just grabbed my guitar and-"

"No, no-! You-.. nh…. It's silly, nevermind."

"No, it's not, Faith- it's not silly. What are you thinking about?"

"…I just… thought you were tapping out piano keys for a song whenever I said 'hi' or, something… it's- ridiculous…" Faith shifted as her hand came back from behind her back, picking at the nail polish on the nail she'd been biting…

Before Jess shook her head, softly chuckling, "…It's not keys. It's chords."

Chords…? Faith's picking stopped, before her eyes widened as she looked over, "…r-really?"

Faith got a soft nod in return, "I'm just- writing in my head. Though, if you thought it was keys, I'm… Interested in hearing what you thought I was playing."

"W-wh-"

"I've got a song in my head, one I play on the guitar… but you've been thinking its for the piano, right? So- I'm… curious what you think I've been playing this whole time." Jess rubbed her neck, giving a little look to Faith- almost pleading… Which was… New. Not anything Faith expected anyway. A sort of look of a kitten just found and begging for milk- or in this case, a goth wanting to stay. Plus, curiosity killed the cat, yet satisfaction brings it back. Faith took a moment, looking at Jess… before she stopped frowning- rather, she started to smile, giggling a little to herself as her eyes looked away, "…I'm sure she couldn't be too mad if we played just a little."

"Surely." Jess smirked, nodding towards the stairs, "Can't be too mad if it's just a little…"

Faith nodded along, smiling just a little more… She turned and headed down the stairs, with Jess following in tow- now sporting her own more earnest grin. Instead of stopping by the hall tree where Jess' shoes and such waited, Faith moved into the living room, properly letting Jess look around as well. The living room was as Jess had imagined, with the furniture covered with vinyl plastic- and every little decoration, book, and picture frame was exactly in its proper position. There was little in the room that was actually lived in. None of the house did. It made a bit more sense how Faith reacted the first time Jess let her come over…

This was a house. Not a home.

As Jess occupied herself with looking around, Faith cleared off the piano of books and other items, gently resting them on the couch in the order she took them off. When the piano was clear, she opened the lid, and pulled out the seat, looking over to Jess, "Done--" "…What? You want me to go first?" Jess chuckled as she moved to sit on the bench, "Wouldn't that be cheating? Besides, I need time to convert from guitar to piano."

As cheap as an excuse as that was, Faith moved and sat beside her, keeping her Full attention on the keys so as not to look next to her… "It shouldn't be that hard, I would think…"

Gosh she is close…

"When you haven't played in ages? Yeah, a little." Jess feigned being hurt by the assumption, before giggling after- a sweet sort of laugh that Faith hadn't heard to often… Frick.

She bit on her lip as her hands moved into position above the keys, "I--I haven't… I mean… I didn't even try this before, so…"

"Really? Here I thought you'd have been thinking about this for ages."

Faith shook her head, feeling her blush grow more as she mumbled, "I… I only figured it out… just today, actually… I- mean… Um… No- I've-"

Jess chuckled again, looking with a smile that still lingered on her dark stained lips- "You're adorable. Just- try it however you think it sounds. You've gotta think it sounds like something, seeing as you figured out it's a song."

Rationally, Faith understood that Jess was teasing- but a little pang ran through her chest, and all these little butterflies fluttered in her stomach… Me? Adorable- N-noway-

Leading to her sitting there, her hands resting on the keys but not moving. Jess let the air sit for a beat, before gently nudging Faith, "Hey- earth to airhead."

A squeak caught in Faith's throat as she came back from her own thoughts- "I-i mean it could very much just be… something… silly-- I mean who said it was even a song, really, eheheh…."

"I told you it was already, Faith."

That sat on for a second, before Faith's voice came out in a whisper- in a manner much like she wasn't speaking at all, "You really wrote a song for me…?"

With how quiet the house was, the words aired clear enough that they were the only sound for a moment, and both parties realised what had been done- that even Jess flushed at the realisation. "I--I never said it was for you, Faith, just that I- was writing. That's-"

"I-i-i mean of… of course it's not for me that would be silly and stupid and-" Faith flustered as her hands tensed, pulling away from the keys.

"It's- not that stupid, Faith…" It was Jess' turn to turn her head, trying to hide her gaze with her hair. She let off a little laugh, "Why are you so much better at figuring this stuff out…"

"Wh…what…?"

"I-… yeah. Yeah. I don't know why, but, yeah. You do give me ideas for songs. So I guess the one I tap out you could say is for you…" Jess rubbed her neck again, before shifting on the bench, shaking her head, "C-can you just… play now… Fuck…"

It was Faith's turn to chuckle- one soft and sweet, hopelessly loving Jess and her fluster. Sure, Faith hated herself for being so easily embarrassed, but… it was cute when Jess did it… and …Oh. God. I am helpless aren't I.

She took a moment before relaxing her fingers on the keys, thinking back to the pattern Jess tapped out- before letting instinct take over. She pressed down the eight or so keys in sequence, slowly enough to listen to the notes that rang, grimacing when she was done. It didn't sound like any sort of music that Faith'd ever heard- just… Notes. However, when she'd finished, Jess'd looked back towards the keys, and reached out, taking Faith's hand. She then positioned her hand a few keys higher, half-mindedly saying, "B major, not C."

A noise caught in Faith's throat again, pulling her hands back, "U-um, why don't… why don't you play it? I-it's a little awkward to play with your hand on m…mine."

Canyoujustcalmdown???

"…Yeah- yeah, of course, sorry." Jess replied, moving and letting her fingers rest on the keys. "Right. Let's just… get this over with."

Faith winced at that, "I… mean… it's nice to hear you playing…" Jess, unlike Faith, did not quite have the control to stop herself from doing anything- and after Faith spoke, her fingers pressed down all of the keys they rested on, resulting in a sharp, short, discordant note. She pulled her hands back after and looked to Faith, "Can you stop saying stuff like that for five minutes, Faith--"

"Y-yes-I-I'msorrysorry-" Faith bit her lip and pulled back further, wanting nothing more than to ignore she'd even asked for this. Jess didn't want to be here, and she'd made herself all the more sheepish because of it… Damn it all-

And yet, Jess noted her actions, and softened, "Hey-… I'm not mad, okay? I just… didn't think you'd ask for this. Iii didn't even think you'd notice. I mean, no one really cares about that stuff, so… I don't know? Fuck, I just…"

You're embarrassed… Faith held back that comment, Nonononoshutupsheisn'tyou'rehopingagainaaaaa-

"Let me just… yeah…" Jess turned towards the keys again, but it took a moment for Faith to be comfortable on the bench once more- as more thoughts ran though her head. Half of her thoughts trying to be sensible, and the other half… Well. The other half was more than excited to be so close to her, to have her so flustered and playing a song… So helplessly…

Helplessly in love- if Faith could ever admit that. But she couldn't even admit it to herself, God forbid Jess.

Before her mind quieted, as Jess started playing the keys. She played a fair bit faster, playing in such a way that a soft melody came. Something a far bit lighter than her usual kind of music- a kind of song that Faith would find herself. Quiet, almost a lullaby, yet sweet and light- like a dream. She continued past the few notes she'd usually tap, writing as she went… and yet it all hung on the air, leaving Faith with goosebumps once Jess stopped.

Jess, on the other hand, shrugged, "…so… yeah… That's that… I- think it's nicer on this, though, so… Thanks."

She didn't wait for a response, as she pulled her hands away from the keys, giving a little nod to Faith, "Iii should get going."

Faith bit her tongue, Jess was right. Quiet as she'd played, the melody rang through the house. As much as Faith wanted to protest, her attention pulled away from the piano towards the doorway, seeing her mother leaning against the frame. She gave a little look, which Faith picked up on immediately. The scornful look of being disappointed, but… Not upset. A little, yes, but not angry. Yes, Faith disobeyed what she'd been told to do, but Jess wasn't being malicious. In fact, as Jess moved to stand, Mrs. Williams spoke, "That was quite nice, dear. If you'd like to play again some time, it may be best if you were to ask beforehand, so that I can prepare."

The last part seemed more directed, as her attention drew more to Faith as she'd said it. Ask before inviting anyone to the house, I know…

"Thank you for playing for my daughter, but I believe it really is time for you to leave, Jessica."

Jess gave a little nod, moving past Mrs. Williams with a slight huff. Any comment she had, she held back, holding off on being rude. Once again, less of not being willing, and more knowing if she did, she'd hurt Faith in the process. Instead, she moved to the rack, and donned her shoes and coat. She ducked her head back in to the living room, looking to Faith, "…I'll see you at Video Video, Faith."

Faith sheepishly smiled in return, nodding all too eagerly. Whatever nerves she'd had melted with the music- though slowly ebbed back as Jess took her leave, as she was left with just her mother.

Oh boy.

------ ☾ | i like to think jess is a chaotic bisexual who does not realise faith's in love with her, or even realise she's fallen in love herself. even when jess is hearing a song in her head every time she sees faith.

she's a little dense.

#video horror society #vhs #vhs faith #vhs jess #vhs jess/faith #shadowheart #ficlet #rambles #your honour they're gay

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Enid x Male!reader - my one and only

Omg! Can please request a male twin of Wednesday with Enid? Like not headcannon but how would the movie go or maybe wait..... Him being jealous! How would he show it as as Addam.? Like an Obsessive type? - @auranightangle 💜

Watching Enid laugh and smile with Ajax, you couldn’t help the feeling bubbling up inside of your chest as you rested your back against your sisters.

“Just talk to her, it’s disgusting to be around such emotions.”

“It’s not that easy sister, she has known him for longer. Loved him for longer.”

“And?”

“And I can’t just swoop in there and pull her away, that is not very gentlemen like.”

Wednesday scoffed a little bit, digging her elbow into your ribs.

Grabbing her hand, you pulled it into a lock and held it tightly there while she wrapped her other arm to put you in a headlock.

“Let go.”

“You started this.”

Wednesday clicked her tongue and leant backwards, trying to overpower you, but with you being taller and stronger it wasn’t working.

She quickly head butted you, making you pull away and rub the back of your head as you spun around to glare at her a little bit.

“Stop moping around and just do something.”

With that, she got up and gathered her belongings before walking away.

You turned your attention back to the girl in question, and carried on watching the sweet and bubbly werewolf, resting your hand on the grass as you leant back a little.

You wanted her.

Getting up, you started to form a plan in your mind as you walked around the school grounds, looking for what you needed.

Gathering up as many as the safest, brightest coloured flowers you could find before you made your way down the school halls.

“For me?” A girl grinned.

Looking at her, you scowled heavily and titled your head up a little, staring down your nose at her.

“Tsk, not in a million years you mongrel, move along.”

She started to tear up a little bit and you smirked just the tiniest bit.

“Go along now, cry to your petty friends.”

With that, you carried on walking straight to your dorm and set all the flowers on your desk.

“Xavier, where’s your art supplies?”

“What? Why?”

The teen came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel as he flicked his eyes between you and your desk with a grin.

“Finally decided to make a move?”

“Art box.”

“Fine, fine. Here Addams, go nuts.”

Xavier dig around under his bed before pulling out a largish box and kicking it over to your side of the room.

Picking it up, you rooted around through it before you found what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black ribbon, you started to to carefully tie it around the bunch of flowers, making a neat little bow before pulling out some paper and a pen.

You carefully chose the words you wanted before folding it up and slipping it into the ribbon.

With a small nod, you made your way over to Ophelia hall, and knocked lightly on the door, adjusting your tie with your free hand before you hide the flowers behind your back.

Enid opened the door, and the smile she gave you was nearly enough to stop your heart dead in its place.

“(Y/N)! What can I do for you?” She beamed.

“I actually have something for you if I may?” You asked.

“Oh of course!”

Enid stepped aside and let you in.

Walking around her carefully so she couldn’t see the flowers, you waited for her to close the door and walk about around you.

“What is it?”

You held you hand out with a soft smile on your face, gentle eyes looking down at the werewolf as you watched her expression go from utterly shocked to pure happiness.

“For me?!“ she squealed.

“Of course mon amour, only the brightest and best flowers for one such as radiant as yourself.”

Enid giggled, taking the flowers from you she rushed to set them on her bed before she ran back over.

Jumping up, she kissed your cheek.

“Thank you! They’re absolutely beautiful.”

You reached out, gently brushing your fingers along her cheek, making her look away shyly.

Bringing your fingers to the back of her head, you carefully pulled her closer, leaning down so you were only inches away from her.

“As are you.” You breathed out.

Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss to her cheek before you pulled away fully, giving her a charming smile.

Enid let out a shaky breath, taking both your hands in hers as she stepped forward.

“Do it again…” she whispered.

“Anything you ask.”

You leant down, going to kiss her cheek once more but she turned her head, hastily connecting your lips with hers.

You wasted no time in pulling her flush against you, one hand on her lower back while your other one cradled the side of her face.

You pulled away after a few seconds and held her in place.

“What do you say my dear? Be mine.”

Enid felt a shiver go down her spine at the way you said that.

You said it with such gentleness, yet such authority when you said it. To her, it sounded like more like a statement, like you were saying she was yours.

And she already was, because she had eyes for no one but you from the moments you stepped through those gates.

“Yes.”

You smiled softly and kissed her forehand.

Taking your blazer off, you draped it around her shoulders before you stood up straight and rolled up your sleeves.

Shooting her a charming smile, you have her a wink.

“I’ll be back soon my love.”

“Where are you going?”

“To have a… talk.. with Ajax.”

Enid rushed after you, holding your blazer around her shoulders as she begged you not to do anything rash.

It didn’t take long to find him, it wasn’t hard to figure out where he would be.

When he saw you he smiled, but when he saw Enid wearing your blazer it fell.

“Ajax.” You said quietly.

The teen gulped a little.

“Yes?”

Walking over, you carried on going while he backed away until he was trapped against the wall.

“If you ever go near her again, I will make it my personal mission to make you suffer…” you whispered.

Pulling away, you adjusted your tie again before turning to Enid, walking over, you offered her your arm.

“Shall we?”

Enid looked at Ajax and his pale and terrified face before looking back up at your sweet smile.

Something seemed so exhilarating about the way you could scare people with such a look and a few words.

She placed her hand on your arm and you guys started to walk away from the scene of the threat.

You were so gentle and loving and caring towards her, she knew for a fact that you wouldn’t bat an eye to hurt anyone that hurt or got too close to her in the wrong way.

She once watched you beat a buy to a pulp just because he accidentally bumped into her.

The anger and the blood dripping from your knuckles, she thought you were insane, but maybe that’s why she fell for you.

She always did have a sweet spot for bad boys, and one that would treat her like a goddess, what more could she ask for?

She was dating the notorious (Y/N) Addams, and she was loving the very thought of it

#Wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #netflix wednesday #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Enid #Enid x reader #Enid x you #Enid imagine #enid sinclair x y/n #Enid sinclair x reader #Enid sinclair x you #Enid sinclair imagine

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