#delia bane

[disturbnot]

of course, same as ever, the itch to actually write gets into me on the same day i have social obligations after work. tonight, visiting dad and my sister for pizza night. maybe i won't be out for very long? having energy when i get back, not quite so easily guaranteed. we shall see. currently juggling metas aplenty — how the aura works and how ash is tangled up in it; the thousand-year-long and most fabled history of pallet house; more abstract tirades on ash's personal philosophies and how he copes with burgeoning immortality; how ash wound up in bed with the kalian technocracy; how the whole gang copes being completely fatherless, etc. speaking of which, halfway considering introducing other characters in ash's canon ( e.g., gary, misty, delia, etc. ) as guest muses — until such time as i get some more ... formal takers, anyway. we shall see, we shall see.

[clownprince]

GUYS GUYSGUYS OH MY GOD. OHMMYGOD I JUST FIGURED SOMETHING OUT

so after joker gets hit by a train solomon gives him this mysterious green liquid. i've been wondering what it was, my first though was maybe there was an undiscovered lazarus pit in the sewers or something like that. but i was rereading task force z and

it's lazarus resin!!!

maybe grundy grabbed a vial when he tackled bloom? but either way that is definitely the same type of vial and the color is similar (not identical but that's likely bc different artists/colorists!)

my running assumption has been that this line was metaphorical but it's not! it's literal!!! joker DID die when he got hit by the train but grundy brought him back with a vial of lazarus resin!

and i've been making mental connections between tfz and tmwsl the entire time but it was kinda theoretical (and still is!) but the lazarus resin thing makes my theories more plausible for sure imo

so in tfz there are clones, amelia, delia, and celia. the powers company has cloning tech. and they also have memory replacement tech!!! that's what they did with the fake bane! they tampered with his memories. the thinker says that he has cognitive profiles of metahumans but in issue 12 bloom manages to resurrect a dead corpse with the powers company resources and make it think that it's jason todd/red hood, who is definitely not a meta, so evidently they have tech to do the same for non-metas

so my theories are that either:

1. they cloned joker and implanted memories in the clone. this could maybe connect to the network plot in the joker (2021)

2. they found a very fresh corpse with a striking resemblance to joker, and then maybe gave him a nice acid bath and implanted the memories (or they found a way to do this with living people)

i think it's highly likely at this point that sewer rat undead!joker is the real joker, especially after knight terrors. so now the question is: if i'm right about this, who's behind the other (LA) joker? harvey? did bloom somehow survive? geri powers? maybe even waller? and what are they up to? is LA joker an escaped experiment or does whoever's controlling him have an agenda?

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Either FT or SM lol

Peach: I am one of the most smartest people in this house.

Indigo: You hand is stuck in the cookie jar.

Peach: I want my cookies. I am getting my cookies.

Ash: Just break the jar?

Peach: And Risk getting Glass in my Cookies, are you stupid!?

Indigo: Just take your hand out and tip it over.

Peach: I aint breaking a fucking Cookie, Gogo, Crumbs are still the bane of cookies >:(

Delia: Language, One, and two, Get a pair of clickers- the- the claw thing that Dad uses when he's making meat!

Peach: I DONT WANT MEAT JUICES ON MY COOKIES!

Damien, slow intake of breath:...

Damien: Psychic, you guys, you can use psychic.

*Collective 'Ooooohhhhs' are around the room*

Damien: I am literally the dumbest one of this family, dear Mew ToT

[vukovich]

Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people that reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

Advertising fails. OMG. Love me a billboard that doesn't even tell you what they're trying to sell you. Like, baby, you tried so hard. You're vaguebooking in an epic font size.

Similarly, anything in the vein of "you had one job". Love a precision failjob.

Aspartame. All forms. Hook me up like Bane.

Being the living embodiment of cringe in public

Petty suburban drama (see my passive aggressive white picket fence schematics)

Tagging @peachpety @orangepellets @crazybutgood @thedrarrylibrarian @schmem14 @mintawasalreadytaken @fw00shy @nv-md @phoebe-delia @secretartlair @basiatlu

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

🔁

Okay okay okay have a looong list babe! 💚 (Going with literally everything that gives me vibes lol) (There's also ones that we already talked about but not explored that much... ops?! But they have a *) (Will also use # you'll know why lol) Also, there are some ocs that are in the same universe, but decided just about specific relationships so kept them separated! (Also, tried to follow you "don't do crossover with this oc" list, know that you alredy did some exceptions with me but we always talked about it first and I don't want to make you uncomfortable! If you think you could feel comfortable with some of that ocs or have some other ideas you know I'm always here 👀)

Sure that I forgot someone, but!

Harry Potter

Ara Black & Bianca Black-Lupin

Ara Black & Viss Potter

Emerald Evans & Viss Potter

Gemini Black & Eden Rosier *

Gemini Black & Rosalind Potter

Gemini Black & Gunnie Newton

Eurydice Crouch & Eden Rosier *

Eurydice Crouch & Rosalind Potter

Venus Malfoy & Viss Potter

PJO

Andromeda Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Ashley Wilson & Mike Lore

Ashley Wilson & Ashley McCoy

Ashley Wilson & Reggie Warwick

Atalanta Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Blossom Talbot & Mike Lore

Blossom Talbot & Ashley McCoy

Blossom Talbot & Catarine Johnson

Calliope & Catarine Johnson

Cassandra Aelius & Reggie Warwick

Cassandra Aelius & Gilbert Summers & Lucas Alderidge

Crystal Solace & Mike Lore

Crystal Solace & Reggie Warwick

Crystal Solace & Gilbert Summers

Delia & Catarine Johnson

Desdemona Gaumond & Mike Lore

Desdemona Gaumond & Reggie Warwick

Elyana Chase & Evelyn Chase

Esmerelda Wilde & Mike Lore

Esmerelda Wilde & Ashley McCoy

Esmerelda Wilde & Reggie Warwick

Lila & Iris Hardcastle

Mila Bellamy & Reggie Warwick

Pandora Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Pandora Jackson & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Reggie Warwick

Summer Sol & Gilbert Summers

Viola Di Angelo & Reggie Warwick

Shadowhunters

Adina Lightwood & Elys Herondale * (and the kids ofc)

Adina Lightwood & Vienna Lightwood

Adina Lightwood & Pepper Orla #

Ariadne Blackthorn & Cassandra Blackthorn

Ariadne Blackthorn & Pepper Orla #

Ariella Lightwood & Elys Herondale

Calla Frey & Elys Herondale

Cassiel Fell & Elys Herondale

Clem Wayland & Elys Herondale

Evanna Garroway & Brian White

Josephine Garroway & Brian White

Mikaela Fairchild & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Alice Knight

Minerva Bane & Lydia Knight

Minerva Bane & Pepper Orla #

Rebecca Wayland & Elys Herondale

Supernatural

Ainsley Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Deborah Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Elle Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Esther Colt & Kayla Winchester

Isla George & Kayla Winchester

Jude Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Marmaroth & Kayla Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy & Kayla Winchester

Rachel Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Teen Wolf

Abigayle Whittermore & Freya Ringold

Adrien Argent & Raphael Blackwell (& Diana & Angeline Blackwell)

Adrienne Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Adrienne Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Adrienne Argent & Angeline Blackwell

Alexis Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Alexis Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Arianne Martin & Ginevra Stilinski

Arianne Martin & Candace McCall

Arianne Martin & Samantha Ellis

Avril Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Avril Argent & Alastair Henwick

Belle Serpico & Addie Lewis

Bridget Finstock & Addie Lewis

Brooke Parrish & Diana Blackwell

Carmen Rivera & Candace McCall

Eden Dunbar & Ginevra Stilinski

Eden Dunbar & Stan Benson

Elsa Lahey & Candace McCall

Elsa Lahey & Samantha Ellis

Natasha Reyes & Linette Reyes

Natasha Reyes & Stan Benson

Raegan Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Candace McCall

Scout Stilinski & Addie Lewis

Scout Stilinski & Stan Benson

Sylvia Hale & Raphael Blackwell

Sylvia Hale & Alastair Henwick

Stranger Things

Abigail Layton & Olivia Marlow

Abigail Layton & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Angelica Hopper & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Olivia Marlow

Beth Munson & Nora Wheeler #

Camila Nelson & Miles Henderson *

Camila Nelson & Olivia Marlow

Camila Nelson & Autumn Hopper

Cara Henderson & Miles Henderson

Cara Henderson & Sunny Henderson

Cara Henderson & Ethan Clifford

Ness Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jacob Hopper & Miles Henderson

Jacob Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jessica Wheeler & Alex Byers

Jessica Wheeler & Dolly Harrington

Jessica Wheeler & Nora Wheeler #

Kaylie Hopper & Miles Henderson

Kaylie Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Miles Henderson

Kimberly Harrington & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Dolly Harrington

Kimberly Harrington & Sunny Henderson

Laura Hyde & Olivia Marlow

Laura Hyde & Effie Munson

Laura Hyde & Ethan Clifford

Laura Hyde & Nora Wheeler

Lori Hill & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Sunny Henderson

Olivia Wheeler & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Nora Wheeler

Rhiannon Ballard & Miles Henderson

Rhiannon Ballard & Effie Munson

Samantha Mayfield & Dolly Harrington *

Samantha Mayfield & Ethan Clifford

Sidney Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Sidney Hopper & Alex Byers

Spencer Hargrove & Dolly Harrington

Stacey Byers & Alex Byers

Stacey Byers & Miles Henderson *

Descendants (Everyone & Jax lmao)

Ace Hearts & Gavin

Ace Hearts & Brielle

Ace Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Princess Addie & Prince Baz #

Anissa Radcliffe & Jess Hearts

Anissa Radcliffe & Esme Balthazar

Beatrice & Juniper White

Beatrice & Celestine

Beatrice & Prince Baz #

Blossom & Celestine

Chessy & Jax Hearts

Chessy & Jess Hearts

Chessy & Juniper White

Chessy & Rowan Cheshire

Chiara Potts & Jax Hearts

Chiara Potts & Jess Hearts

Chiara Potts & Prince Bax #

Cian Hearts & Gavin

Cian Hearts & Brielle

Cian Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Eliane & Jax Hearts

Eliane & Celestine

Elise Charming & Crystal Charming #

Elise Charming & Prince Baz #

Evander Grimhilde & Jax Hearts

Evander Grimhilde & Esme Balthazar

Finley Rider & Jax Hearts

Finley Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Jax Hearts

Gloria Gothel & Primrose Rider #

Harley Hook & Jess Hearts *

Princess Isabelle & Primrose Rider #

Princess Isabelle & Prince Baz #

Princess Kyra & Jess Hearts

Mae & Celestine

Queenie Hearts & Brielle

Robin Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rylan Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rosabelle Legume & Jax Hearts

Rosabelle Legume & Prince Baz #

Sloane White & Juniper White

Sloane White & Jess Hearts

Sloane White & Prince Baz #

Taryn Porter & Jax Hearts

Topher Charming & Prince Baz #

Topher Charming & Jax Hearts *

Topher Charming & Crystal Charming #

Topher Charming & Armie & Bernie Poppins

Violet Kingsleigh & Gavin

Violet Kingsleigh & Brielle

Violet Kingsleigh & Rowan Cheshire

Violet Kingsleigh & Prince Baz #

Winnie Pan & Jax Hearts

Winnie Pan & Jess Hearts

Sherlock

Effie Cox & CJ Holmes

Kit Holmes & CJ Holmes

Elaine Watson & CJ Holmes

MCU (Should have a list just for them ngl)

Achilles & Aimee

Adelaide Stark & Eleanor Stark

Adelaide Stark & Rebecca Stark

Adelaide Stark & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Melissa Parker #

Alvina Strange & Aimee

Anya Barton & Kit Barton

Aphrodite & Aimee

Aria Parker & Melissa Parker #

Ava Potts & Victoria Vill

Ava Potts & Kit Barton

Ava Potts & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Kit Barton *

Bianca Davis & Eleanor Stark

Brigid & Rebecca Stark

Brigid & Trixie Kingsleigh

Calypso Lokidottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Calypso Lokidottir & Aimee

Cora Royce & Kit Barton *

Courtney Lang & Helena Watson

Eir Odinsdottir & Aimee

Eir Odinsdottir & Sol & Mani #

Eir Odinsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Elena Barnes & Kit Barton

Elena Barnes & Mia Barnes

Elizabeth Barton & Kit Barton

Ellie Coulson & Victoria Vill

Ellie Coulson & Melissa Parker #

Elsie Carter & Mia Barnes

Erna Bragidottir & Sol & Mani #

Evelyn Rogers & Mia Barnes

Ezra Barton & Kit Barton

Freya Thorsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Freya Thorsdottir & Aimee

Ilya Romanova & Kit Barton

Ilya Romanova & Mia Barnes

Jameson Barrett & Mia Barnes

Justine Barnes & Mia Barnes *

Kassandra Maximoff & Victoria Vill

Kassandra Maximoff & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Mia Barnes

Nicholas Barton & Kit Barton

Peyton Parker & Victoria Vill

Peyton Parker & Melissa Parker

Saga Thorsdottir & Aimee

Sammy Barton & Kit Barton

Tyler Barton & Kit Barton

Wendy Parker & Trixie Kingsleigh

Wendy Parker & Victoria Vill

Wendy Parker & Melissa Parker #

Will Parker & Kit Barton *

Will Parker & Melissa Parker

Will Parker & Victoria Vill

Will Parker & Eleanor Stark

Will Parker & Rebecca Stark

Zora Wright & Kit Barton

TASM (Trust me on this, especially when you read one specific name lol)

Constance Osborn & Victoria Vill

Constance Osborn & MJ Watson #

Jill Stacy & MJ Watson #

Posie Parker & Victoria Vill

Posie Parker & MJ Watson #

Merlin

Princess Aelia & Maeve *

Allyria Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Aurelia Devlyn & Mabel

Aurelia Devlyn & Delfine

Elsine Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Lynette Starfall & Maeve

Glee

Abbie Hudson & Nate Simmons *

Abbie Hudson & Kaylee Hummel *

Abbie Hudson & Maya Puckerman

Abbie Hudson & Mirabelle Ryder

Amelie Kline & Cosette Chamberlain #

Ash Astor & Cosette Chamberlain #

Barbie Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Barbie Corcoran & Maya Puckerman

Betty Fabray & Nate Simmons *

Betty Fabray & Elliott Walker *

Betty Fabray & Kaylee Hummel

Mac Hudson & Connie Sanchez #

(The Band & The Band? 👀)

Cece Cartwright & Nate Simmons *

Cece Cartwright & Elliott Walker *

Cece Cartwright & Melanie Jay

Charlie Sylvester & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Daphne Carter & Susan Cole

Daphne Carter & Morgan Smith

Delilah Puckerman & Susan Cole

Demi July & Dulcie Klempt

Demi July & Nate Simmons

Demi July & Ronnie Nell

Dolly Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Dolly Corcoran & Jean St James

Gilbert Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Haruki Knox & Nate Simmons *

Hillary Holliday & Nate Simmons

Holden Pierre & Chrissy Chamberlain

Holden Pierre & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Elliott Walker

Jeremy St James & Jean St James

Johanna Berry & Linda Berry #

Joy Shuester & Morgan Smith

Joy Shuester & Nate Simmons

Joy Shuester & Elliott Walker

June Harris & May Taylor & Melanie Jay

June Harris & May Taylor & Lyra Wells & Melody Wells

Kendall Pierce & Nate Simmons *

Kendall Pierce & Elliott Walker

Kendall Pierce & Lula Delaney

Lilibeth Anderson & Jean St James

Lilibeth Anderson & Chrissy Chamberlain

Lindsay Wright & Zeke Wright

Lindsay Wright & Dulcie Klempt

Roman Kline & Cosette Chamberlain

Roxie Flores & Nate Simmons

Roxie Flores & Jennifer Glynn #

Sadie Berry & Linda Berry

RWRB

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Emma Spring

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Romeo Dunn

Caroline FMW & Princess Valentina (& Emma Spring)

Caroline FMW & Eliza Halley

Caroline FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Cate FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Eileen Eisner & Eliza Halley

Isabel Luna & Lenora Richards

Kennedy Quinlan & Romeo Dunn

London Carter & Emma Spring

London Carter & Ken Morrison

London Carter & Lenora Richards

Lucy Kent & Ken Morrison

Lucy Kent & Emma Spring

Madison Richards & Lenora Richards

Margaret FMW & Princess Valentina

Margaret FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Gotham

Allison Queen & Virginia Falcone

Allison Queen & Jericho Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Lila Hart

Bellatrix Bullock & Jeneva Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Jericho Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Jeneva Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Annalise Pennyworth

Chrissa Wayne & Karina Wayne

Chrissa Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Dakota Dent & Margaret Gordon

Dakota Dent & Jericho Valeska

Felicity Nygma & Lila Hart

Felicity Nygma & Jericho Valeska

Isolde Kean & Margaret Gordon

Isolde Kean & Hel Mooney

Isolde Kean & Ade Kean

Isolde Kean & Larissa Thompkins

Isolde Kean & Jericho Valeska

Josette Cobblepot & Lila Hart

Josette Cobblepot & Hel Mooney

Josette Cobblepot & Jericho Valeska

Leander Zane Hayes & Elijah Crow

Leonie Murphy & Margaret Gordon

Leonie Murphy & Penelope Fisher

Leonie Murphy & Jericho Valeska

Lorena Falcone & Margaret Gordon

Lorena Falcone & Virginia Falcone

Lorena Falcone & Hel Mooney

Lorena Falcone & Jericho Valeska

Ophelia Wayne & Margaret Gordon

Ophelia Wayne & Virginia Falcone

Ophelia Wayne & Karina Wayne

Ophelia Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Piper Gordon & Margaret Gordon

Piper Gordon & Mireille Lacroix

Piper Gordon & Larissa Thompkins

Piper Gordon & Jericho Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jeneva Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jericho Valeska

DC Comics/Batman (Coming soon I swear, working on some of them 👀)

[libidomechanica]

“When once thy shed”

A Kelly lune sequence

               1

But whence front, and built a life provide those baluster!

               2

A woman is at a windy night-lamp flicked up.

               3

Her love unto people shun to do? When once thy shed.

               4

To life—I leaned again down to each! Belovëd, thought!

               5

A rushing part, as well know. But on your bloody shirt!

               6

Trust that have closer. To make moan and Moon would be queen.

               7

He! Sort of the pineal gland, where and dead, for it.

               8

Not with a shoebox. The features, when noon is sleeper?

               9

To say is, nothing? Sadder the bane of movements lent.

               10

They could looked at me. For laik o’ gear ye light long dead!

               11

The scandal hit. Many a jest to range seizure came?

               12

Our charge, let me with me now, he stone forth with his work.

               13

For we knows my lovers meet! Try to bear traps for that.

               14

The Sand. We imaginationships its life is plea.

               15

Matter too she’d tells me, some Orient pearl the lips.

               16

Thus much passions, it may, we that thou honour’s suppose.

               17

His come among the vena cava. So highest tribe?

               18

Himself and that you go. I hide the darts as with fear.

               19

And by their peaks beneath itself unseen Powers all.

               20

Flower to enioy. For hour; but, Delia, more I go.

               21

From that’s youthful, charming its golden day. Which, for shade.

               22

”How chalcedony. The wilds of Time, and ga’e your slaue.

               23

But purer sapphire melts, and should one miscarriage.

               24

Ah, if they were. Her what a faults, but sweet as Flora.

               25

A kind and make one ear. Where he wilds, as she be death.

               26

Let it should I? There, as hopeless youth to th’oaten flute.

               27

Full of blamed as obstinate skin lies deep cold the vale.

               28

The universal law. And near it, and hang the first.

               29

Come to me wrongs. Marriage- pillow; get the gadding day.

               30

To child said cried Dang it? And in a brilliant repel?

               31

After many I know, there’s little left. Love’s back.

               32

When once from head up in her for this. To me to do?

               33

On ilka meaning tide visit’st their guide. Whispers tale.

               34

If only fretted when mine! Are looks at, in pursue.

               35

With the other, she was something spoke of torment you?

               36

I have sworn by the Genius of the great displayment.

               37

Arsenic, arsenic, surely be. If my lichen.

               38

Doing all things, no less. Silk stained with temper Juan’s fear!

               39

There is not thing but such a sad astray. As sure hems.

               40

Whom universe. But, Tibbie, I hae seen, he quiet?

               41

And her airy and love is not enough. And yet done?

               42

Guess, I’ll enjoyment. The sword to one of wake in wild!

               43

And Johnny, mine eyes of this. Garlic, cheese, pleasure, fie!

[untilthcyrot]

It was Lydia's turn to give him a look now. ❝ I think we can both agree that country music is the bane of all of our existence. My dad tries to pull that when we're on long road trips. If Delia had fangs, she would use them to bite his hand off for changing that dial to something with banjos. ❞ Lydia, on the other hand, was able to get away with messing with Billy's radio (under the verbal clause that it wasn't changed to country music) and yes, she knew it had to do with her flashing him her adorable brown puppy eyes to get her way. He wouldn't dare swat her hand away and forbid her from touching the stations, would he?

"so?" the first thing he responds, blues glaring over as if he's daring her to change it. oh, and then she proceeds to do exactly that as dr feelgood shifts into hall and oates. 'we're soul alone and soul really matters to me, take a look around. you're out of touch..i'm out of time.' anyone else and that hand would've been gone, but when it's lydia...he's purely bluffing. it must be the big brown eyes he adores so much, his only weakness on this shit planet that makes her so special to get this rare treatment. it's always the puppy eyes. "fine. you're just lucky you didn't turn it to country or something."

[carterhaughs]

Creatures Like & Unlike

This is fic for a very underrated Image comic series, Moonshine. I can’t recommend it highly enough (and I will be blogging a great many panels from it). Without getting into spoilery detail, if you’re interested in the deep-rooted trauma ouroboros of America as a nation and want a glimpse of how that plays out among rival bootleggers in the late 20s/early 30s, and are intrigued by the idea of blood drenched horror-noir that doesn’t shy away from soul-wrenching romance...you might be a Moonshine fan. It’s got mafiosos and werewolves, and mafiosos who are werewolves, and Appalachian bootleggers. What’s not to like?

The main couple in the series, Lou Pirlo and Delia Bane, are a werewolf and a witch with a mysterious relationship Lou himself cannot explain due to gaps in his memory. At one point, they head to New Orleans to lie low and try to figure out how to break Lou’s curse. This story is meant to take place within that time frame.

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“Lou...” He could hear her, of course he could, and see her, a lone figure clad in white against the dark. The dress she’d bought with his money–he could make out the floral embroidery on the bodice.

“Lou!” Her cry pierced the night and he shrank from it, whining audibly. He wanted to run to where she couldn’t see him, but this part always rooted him where he stood despite however much he might fight it. He had stopped it once or twice, and slowed it, but any control he had managed to exert was never something to be relied upon. Still he tried, breathing hard, unable to tell if his expanding lung capacity helped him slow the process or actually quickened the disease that pumped through his veins.

“Delia! Don’t!” It was all he could manage, and he wasn’t even sure if it came out right, garbled as his voice was by his lengthening muzzle and swelling vocal cords. He closed his eyes, trying to center himself somehow even as he avoided the sight of her all-too swift passage of the swampland between them, arms outstretched to a man who was no longer there. It was getting hard to stand up straight beneath the curve of his spine, so he leaned forward, grateful for the relief it granted his creaking, rapidly expanding torso when his knuckles scraped the ground. His limbs bristled with fur, and he felt the prickle of it on the margins of his already ill-shaven face. He cowered where he stood, unable to flee her advance, and she was close now, reeds whipping her ankles as she came.

A traitorous part of his brain reassured him he’d remember none of this, so what did it matter? It would all vanish into oblivion like everything in and around a drinking spell. But of course it mattered, because he killed people inside those stretches of oblivion, hard as it was to imagine anything killing her. He’d never directly seen her work magic, but her foreknowledge and insight through her association with the dead were indisputably real, and he’d never seen her afraid of anything. Except the things he did to himself.

His breath came fast and harsh now, around the jagged edges of his lengthening canines. He was afraid of what would come out of his throat if he tried to speak so he held his tongue. Slaver begin to drip from his jaws, and the long hard nails of his toes and fingers dug into the soft, muddy earth. He couldn’t recall ever holding onto his consciousness this long and feared losing his grip if he tried to take in his immediate vicinity, so he kept his eyes closed and controlled his breath as best he could, slowing his heartbeats as he felt his long, leathery ears swivel towards Delia’s approach. Her breathing was even, but her heart hammered in her chest, which made his own pulse quicken. He tried not to think about why when he realized that if anything would protect her, his own opposition to his darker nature was the least he could muster. But as it turned out the wolf in him was merely intrigued and eager to take in this stranger’s delicate scent, a current of honeysuckle on the sticky breeze, with the gait of a soft-stepping deer. It was hard, he found, not to slip out of himself completely when he turned his lupine senses on her. She stood right in front of him now, her warm breath on his skin, and he heard her reach towards his face. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t afford to break the spell of concentration miraculously allowing him some measure of control over himself. He remained still, eyes closed, and she cupped his cheek with a warm, calloused hand.

“Lou,” her voice came from far away, low and gentle and the only animal sound in the swamp nearby except his own ragged breaths. He whined. “I know it hurts. You can’t go back and it will hurt you not to go forward. But it’s alright so long as I’m with you. Just stay with me. Please. You’re safe here.” She ran her fingers down the length of his muzzle and he shivered. Her permission was all the wolf needed, and Lou Pirlo faded away.

His eyes opened directly across from her own, wide and dark and slightly wet. He could smell the faint brine in them, and a coppery whiff of blood rising from her lower limbs, whipped and torn by the foliage. His nose twitched at the scent and he lowered himself so he was level with her legs, licking the wounds and staunching the flow of blood from them. She stood completely still, and he smelled hot white fear on her for the first time even as she stroked the crown of his head, smoothing his ruff of fur back from the sinewy base of his skull. He lowered himself further, and curled up at her feet, making himself smaller so she would stay. He wanted that more than anything, and it rumbled low in his throat. Her pulse began to slow, and the fear ebbed, replaced by the musk of the swamp that clung to her and something that was only hers and radiated from under her limbs and within her secret places, rich and sweet.

“You may bury my body down by the highway side...” she sunk down into the mud next to him against the base of a black and twisted live oak, singing and running her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Yeah, my poor dead body down by the highway side...” Carefully, he lay his head on her lap, alert to any hitch in her breath, any change in her pulse. But her vitals were soft and slow. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of her voice and words that on some instinctual level he knew and remembered even if they had no distinct meaning in his lupine mind. He knew this creature, her scent and her touch most of all, and felt that he was as much hers as she was his. The wolf sighed, deep and low, and she lowered her face to brush his brow with her lips, and this was a touch he knew.

His sight dimmed, and he slipped into dark dreams chasing quarry he could not best through cobbled streets and muddy roadways, but the sounds she made led him through to the light of day. Nothing stirred in the clearing except his own nose and ears taking the measure of his surroundings. She had fallen asleep with her hand at the base of his neck, fingers deep and loose in his fur. Without the cover of darkness, he felt exposed, and if he was exposed, then so was she. He slipped from her grasp, picking her up in long corded limbs unaccustomed to use independent of his haunches, and she stirred fitfully.

“Shit!” she cried, startling him so he nearly dropped her. She clung to the fur on his chest and he whined at the sensation. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’ mean to–” She let go and looked up at him uncertainly. They stood like that for a moment, neither understanding the other’s intent, the wolf uncertain what to make of her reaction. “Lou, why are you still...” She trailed off, and her brow creased with concern. He turned to carry her deeper into the swamp, taking her silence and gentle grasp around his neck as her assent.

There was a cave there, cool and dark, providing the safety of night in the harsh light of day. He lay her prone on the long, low stone shelf within, and sniffed at the wounds up and down her legs from the night before, dry and scabbed over. She would heal. Turning his attention to her dark eyes and lips, now silent, he loomed over her where she lay, quite still. Her pulse quickened a bit and his with it. He lowered himself down the length of her small frame, nosing at the hem of her dress. She pulled the edge of it down and quite suddenly he smelled fear on her again. He leaned back onto his haunches and whined, confused and aching with want. She drew herself up to her full height and for a moment he thought she would run from him, but he felt her breath even out, and she walked toward him and leaned up to place her lips on his cheek, again in a way that he felt he had known the touch of once.

“We can’t like this,” she said. “Perhaps there is a way...I would have to ask my sisters.”

“Even if we knew such a thing, we would certainly not tell you!” He snarled and jerked toward the mouth of the cave to see two women approaching them, having somehow completely avoided detection. The girl ran to his side, placing herself between them.

“Don’ worry about them; jus’ stay near me.” Her eyes pled with him, and he lowered his hackles, but his growl stayed low in his throat.

“What are you doing out here with that creature? No man is worth this amount of trouble.” He understood their clipped tone and high-browed sneers well enough, and felt his lips curl back in an involuntary snarl he did nothing to suppress. The girl held his left arm, gently but firmly, running her fingers along the arch of his shoulder. The women looked at him with barefaced reproof, hands on their hips, making clucking noises. One of them waved her finger at the girl in a way he didn’t like, but he knew she would let him loose if she needed him. He settled back on his haunches and was still.

“I’m no friend to your choice of man but I must admit surprise at his obedience.”

“He’s gentle towards those he knows well.”

“Especially those he’s known biblically, I imagine.” The shorter one raised a heavily bangled arm to her brow and rubbed as though her forehead hurt. The girl rolled her eyes. “Best be careful if you don’t want a bellyful of fur and claws.”

“Can that even happen?”

The woman blinked slowly. “I must also admit a complete lack of knowledge on that subject for obvious reasons.”

“Sisters, why have you come?” The girl seated herself beside him, but kept her arm on his. 

The taller woman crossed her arms. “You were both missing; how could we afford to let matters lie? Now you are found. Come back to the city with us and let this one–” she jerked her thumb toward him, “come to his senses in the silence of the swamp.”

The girl shook her head. “I won’ leave him. He needs me. I can keep him calm until he’s himself again.”

The woman harrumphed. “Don’t you think he might remain in this shape precisely because of his desire for you? There is very little to divide the wolf from the man in this one.” The girl looked up at him, her dark eyes limned with the wetness he’d seen at their edges before. He cocked his head to the side and gazed down at her. She turned back to the two women, her mouth a firm line.

“He stays with me.” They sighed.

“Then we must find some way to get him into the city without making a fuss, I suppose.”

She lay her hand against the ruff of fur at the base of his neck as she had before, and he leaned into her touch. “We’ll go at night.” The women nodded after some hesitation. “Alone.”

“Absolutely not! While he’s peaceful enough alone with you here, there’s no telling what mischief he’ll get up to in town!”

“I know New Orleans as well as you do. I know where we can get in and out quickly and make it to our home unmolested. And he will listen to me. Your presence will merely complicate things.” They narrowed their eyes at him and he glared back at them in silence.

“Someday, you will take our trust in you too far. Be sure it is not tonight that you do so.” They wrapped their shawls tighter around themselves and stepped gingerly back out into the swamp. He watched them go, and she turned his face down to hers with a tilt of her hand.

“I’m not sure how well you understand my words, but I hope their meaning will reach you. Tonight, you must follow me. You must hide yourself even as you keep yourself close or you could be hurt, or lost to me and to yourself.” The wetness in her eyes was still there, and it leaked out of their corners. She pressed her face into his shoulder and wrapped an arm about him. He could smell the metallic edge of anxiety and unease on her and whined softly. They sat like that for a long time.

Eventually, and too soon for his liking, she let him go and walked towards the mouth of the cave. He followed behind on all fours, smelling and listening to the sounds of the daytime forest as he went. She gazed out at the swamp, thoughtful, and headed for the base of a nearby oak, rummaging in a satchel draped over her shoulder to withdraw meat, dried and old. She held a strip out to him and he wrinkled his nose at it. She did something strange with her voice then that shook her whole body. It would have distressed him if she didn’t smell so good. The metallic scent was gone, and the honeysuckle was back, under the stink of the swamp.

“I never knew werewolves could be so picky!” She took a bite herself and smiled at him. “I suppose you like your meat pretty fresh, huh?” His ears twitched and he stared deeper into the swamp, beyond where she could see, and looked back at her. She chewed her lip, considering him.

“You can go. I trust you. But come back soon.” She nodded her head in the direction of the forest, still smiling, but she was worried and he could smell it. When he left, she began to sing again, and the sound of it cut through the sensory overload of the daytime forest, leaving him with no greater desire than that of following it back to its source. He ran down a deer with little difficulty and dragged it back to the cave, where she sat at the edge of a nearby pond, frowning into the depths.

“It musta be that old evil spirit, so deep down in the ground...” He left his kill by the cave’s mouth and she fell silent at his approach. He settled himself at her side and looked in over her shoulder. The cloudy water was clear enough that he could see her dark eyes and shapely mouth, the strong, high bones of her cheeks, set off by the halo of her hair. Another face loomed out of the muddy dark over her shoulder, leathery and fanged, staring through pale yellow eyes set deep beneath shaggy brows, lower jaw dripping with blood and drool and jutting out far enough to brush the girl’s shoulder. He had never seen himself before, and backed away from the sight, a low rumble in his throat.

“Lou...” He shuffled over to the deer carcass and tore into it with relish, letting the blood soak his paws and arms and snout, drowning himself in the pleasure of the kill so there was no room for anything else. She kept her back to him. When he was done, he lay himself in the cave to sleep off the rush of the hunt, but he could find no lasting rest in the dreams that hounded him into and out of shallow slumber. He woke to find her dozing against the cave wall beside where he lay in the scrape of leaves and reeds he’d gathered the few times he’d spent the day here without her, in a past he recalled by scent alone. Her arms were crossed, and she shivered slightly in the damp, dark air. He lay his head in her lap and felt her skin warm around him as he finally fell into dreamless sleep.

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The wolf woke to the crackling of wood and bubbling of water in the gathering dusk, and trotted out into the swamp to find the girl tending a fire, and beckoning to him. “You need a wash,” she said, crinkling her nose. He settled in front of her and watched as she drew water from the pot over the fire, dousing a thick white cloth in the liquid pooled in a ladle she removed from her satchel. “My mothers left us the pot. I don’ have any soap, so this will have to do.”

She extended a hand to his muzzle, not hesitant but measured and slow, mindful of sudden movements on her own part. He snorted when she touched him there, but leaned into her hand, patient, if confused. “Just getting the worst of it off. Easy now.” She kneaded the cloth over his snout and brushed it dry. He resisted the instinct to shake himself, and she moved to his side and grasped each of his front paws in turn, wiping them clean of what blood was left clotted there between his claws. “There. You didn’ do anythin’ unnatural, Lou.” Her gaze was focused and steady on his own as she raised a hand to his face to smooth back the fur she had mussed with the washcloth. “You don’ have to hide your needs from me.” Something in his chest loosened, and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. The girl looked to the twilit horizon and turned back to him. “Let’s go.”

They picked their way through the swamp with her in the lead, weaving around clearings and trudging through shadows. She could not make her way through the world so openly as he did after dark, so he traded the freedom of the night for a careful vigil over her movements through the deeper waters and between the boles of trees, impressed by the extent to which she avoided the beaten path of a prey animal even as she crossed and recrossed trails larger and crueler creatures staked out. Creatures both like and unlike himself.

They reached the outskirts of the city at full dark, and she paused at the low waterline of the copse of mangroves standing sentinel at the forest’s edge. She looked up at him, putting a hand on his shoulder and bringing his face down to her level with the other. “We have to stick together. You can’t stray. And please, harm no one except at my say so. That’s for your benefit as much as their own. We need to get home safe.”

Now, she walked in the light, keeping to the dirt path through the outlying shanties while he kept to the shadows. He huffed restlessly, more than once. Even here, far from the beating heart of the city, the air was as thick with desperation and malice as in any such place where humans dwelled, only more so. There was no sweeter meat. While he could not fully grasp the meaning of her words, her body and scent conveyed well enough that she was asking him to abstain, so he stayed as close to her as he dared while remaining out of sight.

They reached a vacant lot, and a sudden inhuman wail startled Delia so much she had to stifle a gasp even as she retreated to the flat darkness of a nearby storefront, the facade facing the cobblestone street lining the lot and the streets beyond. The wolf was at her side at once, hackles raised and a warning growl in the back of his throat. She raised a finger to her mouth and pointed out to the field, a smile playing across her lips.

A bird strutted across the flat green, stark white against the starlit velvet of the night, its long, unwieldy tail trailing in its wake. It came to a stop within a grove of cypress trees, its elegant silhouette plain against their tall, straight trunks. “Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...” She crouched down in the shadow of the streetfront hedges to get a closer look at the creature. “Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost...” The bird’s large, dark eyes were half-closed, and it no longer seemed agitated by whatever had roused it. He crept down to the hedge with her, silent despite his size and watching the bird through her eyes. To his own, it was simply an unusual variation on a prey animal, only appetizing if he was truly hungry and there was no human meat to be had. To her it was remarkable and wondrous, and if he could not appreciate it through his own senses, she made it easy to marvel at it with hers. “Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars...And all thy heart lies open unto me.” She took his paw–his hand–and squeezed it. A shiver went through him, and he doubled over, eyes shut against the pain, biting back a whimper. He shrank beneath her touch and his strength left him, but she did not let him go, trembling and shaking as his chest caved in, his bones crunching and grinding against each other while his fur grew fine and sparse and finally receded into nothing. Lou opened his eyes to see Delia above him, his head in her lap and her hand in his. He grinned sheepishly.

“I ruined your dress.” Delia cast a glance at the mud-encrusted embroidery down her front, then nodded toward the state of his own undress with one eyebrow raised.

“I can hardly complain next to you. Those pants of yours don’ have much to hold onto anymore.” She reached into her satchel and drew out a length of rope.

“You think of everything, eh?”

“Probably for the best since you’re not known for it yourself.” There was a smile in her voice. She threaded the rope through what was left of his belt loops and he tied the knot.

“What was that poem you were reciting?”

“Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal. It’s a sonnet. Tennyson. I’m glad you remembered.”

He scratched his head. “Yeah...don’t remember much else but I’m glad that was still there.”

She considered him, smiling wryly. “I think it helped. Maybe you should keep my copy of The Princess on you, just in case.” He chuckled.

“That was all you. Hopefully, we won’t have to worry about this much longer, what with the cure and all.” She chewed her lip.

“It’s going to cost us. Everything does with my mothers. Matters may remain unchanged for a while yet.”

He looked through the hedge again to find the peacock still there, dozing off under the stars. “Didn’t figure there were peacocks in New Orleans. He’s really somethin’.”

“Rich white folk brought them and some of them escaped into the streets. They’re still mostly tame, just more assertive about their right to roam freely.”

“And this one’s...albino?”

“No, just bred to be white, possibly by those who owned it or its ancestors, possibly by someone centuries past on another continent, white or not. I don’ often see them in this part of town. This one’s wandered pretty far. And so have we. We should get back.” He nodded. “It’s not far now.”

They walked side by side and the storefronts gave way to a shabby but well-kept residential area, balconies hung with flowers fronting plaster-peeling facades. Lou had never smelled anything so fragrant, though he had smelled something sweeter. He watched Delia sidelong and considered all the ways in which he’d come to know her. First, by the way she danced in dying firelight, by the brush of her lips against his brow, by the gentle resonance of her singing voice, by the floral scent that clung to her even under the muck and the mire. With the lupine senses that were now an inescapable part of his reality, he knew her more intimately than perhaps anyone had known her, and yet he knew her not at all. Perhaps the wolf knew her better than he did.

“Delia, I didn’t...” She came to a stop beside him alongside a weather-worn porch, the street silent and empty apart from their own footsteps. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “No, you didn’ do anythin’ wrong. You stayed with me.”

“I tried my best to stop it. I know it seems like it came out of nowhere but there was a reason for it. Not a good one, but–” She held a finger to his lips.

“I know. Annabelle told me. There’s a lotta still, dark water here in New Orleans, and that always would have been hard for you, but it’s even harder now.”

“Yeah, I...Delia, I feel everything. The sounds and the smells and the noise...it’s constant, and I can’t drown it out. Well, I can, but it takes a helluva lot of booze to pull it off.” Her brow creased.

“It’s hard, living like that.”

“As a werewolf? Yeah, you’re tellin’ me–”

“No, living haunted. The minute we walked down that street past the port, I knew it was a mistake. You can’t see to the bottom of that harbor even with a wolf’s sharp eyes. I’m sorry I couldn’ stop what happened after.”

“It’s not your fault, and there was no harm done anyhow, right?”

“Right.” But there was something distant in her eyes, and broken in her voice. He tucked a wisp of her hair behind her ear and smiled.

“Then it’s all gravy.” She didn’t return his smile, but she did lean up to kiss him on the cheek, like she had what felt like ages ago, pressing a silver switchblade into his hand. It had seemed undeserved then and was certainly undeserved now, but he badly wanted to return it, on the cheeks, on the lips, anywhere she would allow it. And she would allow it, he imagined, but he wouldn’t deserve it.

So they made their way back to Rue Garnier in companionable silence.

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The sparse guest room in the back of Delia’s mothers’ house contained little more than a twin bed and a pitcher to wash up with, but the view from the shuttered window that opened to the row of backyard gardens and brick walls on Rue Garnier was pleasant enough, and the gentle breeze it offered more than welcome. Lou offered to sleep on the floor but Delia said there was no need for that.

“You mean...?”

“No need for that either. That part’s really up to you.” Lou quirked a brow at her, askance. “Meaning we don’ have to do anythin’ other than sleep if you don’ want to. I won’ take offense either way.” Her words were plain but her tone was gentle. She continued to bamboozle him.

“Well, if it makes no difference to you, I’d rather just sleep tonight. But I’d like to...someday. If you want, of course.” She nodded and headed to the bathroom to change and he sat at the head of the bed and considered the utter ineptitude of his attempt to convey his feelings for her before he set about scrubbing the stink of the swamp off. There was a bar of soap on the nightstand, and she’d laid out a set of flannels for him.

Soon enough, she joined him on the edge of the bed where he sat facing the window and taking in the night air. He could smell jasmine somewhere, and all around the loamy scent of fresh-tilled earth. She wore a cotton slip and a shawl around her shoulders, and in her hands she shuffled and reshuffled a deck of tarot cards. He nodded towards them.

“What do they tell you about me?” He’d asked in good humor, but her measured, lingering glance up from the deck turned his stomach.

“That your head and your heart are at war with each other. That darkness dogs your steps like a clinging shroud. That you’re a danger to yourself and everyone aroun’ you.”

“Cripes!” he laughed, his voice cracking a little. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

“I can tell you things I know; matters on which the cards are silent, if you would hear them.” Her face was unreadable beneath the fringe of her hair.

“Alright...I would.”

“You’re charming, and quick-witted, and insightful to a degree. But a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. You hold yourself back and make judgments from a vantage point that underestimates your own power. Despite your recklessness in other matters, you rarely overplay your hand when the stakes are high, and you always undersell yourself. You’re a man with a worth rarely assessed, and almost always incorrectly, by no one so much as yourself.”

“Reading me like a Tennyson sonnet, I see. I’ll take charming though.” She laughed.

“But not quick-witted?” He grinned and half-bowed from where he sat.

“That depends on my audience.” She smiled, then placed a hand over his. He sat still, uncertain if accepting or rejecting the gesture was what he deserved. Accepting so as to respect her feelings, rejecting so as to spare her his. Her gaze was direct and unwavering.

“My sisters will be your audience tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sure to rein in my comedy act then.”

She squeezed his hand. “Lou. They will ask you uncomfortable things and they will likely cast aspersions on you. Know who you are before you sit down with them, or at the very least, know that I know who you are, and will be there with you. Hold your tongue, respect our ways, and it will all come out right in the end.”

She held his hand in both of hers now, and her shawl had fallen from her shoulders, prickling with gooseflesh. He slid his hand from hers to wrap her shawl about her again and she drew closer to him, until her head rested on his shoulder. He was deeply tired all of a sudden, but did not want to move from this spot, the warmth of her all down the length of his side and the moonlight unspooling itself in the coils of her hair. He smiled for her, one more time.

“I’ll behave myself. Promise.”

“Good.” He finally allowed himself to wrap an arm around her where she leaned against him, and she settled against the bend of his elbow. He looked down into the gardens below.

“How does our peacock friend survive in the big city, I wonder?”

“The same as any do. He seeks out friends and knows his enemies. He’s welcome where he’s wanted.” She looked up at him, the deep gold of her eyes backlit by the cool shades of the half-moon light. “You are welcome here, Lou. Wherever I am, you are wanted.”

There was nothing he could say to match that, so he kissed her.

[spockasmr]

Our house’s heart he’s already in.

[sendasan]

Some Batman Beyond dump. Mostly about Dee Dee and Ghoul.

[mvgicshopp]

a few times Magnus has dragged Alec (one of them he literally did)

1x12 2x09 2x13 2x17

[candydripping]

BANE RIVIERE.

Who: @confortaleza​​  Where: Delia’s Cafe When: Anytime!

The summer meant that Andrej spent the majority of his days at work, selling coffee after coffee to eager caffeine addicts or loud teenagers who wanted their iced coffee fix instead of laying outside in the sun all day. Not that he minded because at least being productive by working all day saved him from the guilt he felt every time he chilled instead of studying and preparing for when his classes would start again in the next few weeks. He genuinely enjoyed his classes and he was grateful that he had an opportunity to go back to education but he was got absolutely exhausted when he was juggling work, school and having some sort of social life. 

His favourite professor coming into the cafe most days just served as a reminder than Andrej needed to crack on with his studies but he liked seeing Bane’s face come through the door. At this point, Andrej could just about predict exactly when he’d come in and always had a coffee ready for him which he presented with a grin when he approached the counter. “How’s my favourite professor doing today? And no I’m clearly not pre-sucking up to you to make sure I’m your number one when the semester starts.”

[philcscphies]

who: bane @confortaleza​ where: delia’s cafe

Delia’s had always felt like a safe place to Caleb. So, when he’d decided to reach out to the man who was supposedly his father, it had seemed like the most logical place to meet. His home turf if ever there was one. “So, you’re my dad, huh,” he questioned, looking into Bane’s eyes. Cal had always wondered where his blue eyes had come from, and now, staring into this man’s eyes, he knew. He’d seen his father’s eyes looking back at him from the mirror every day of his life and Cal wasn’t so sure how he felt about that. “Where’ve you been my whole life, man?”

[gldnlitskies]

SOLEDAD YILDIZ ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS WOMAN, THIRTY year old OWNER OF DELIA’S CAFE who has been living in Moorbrooke for FOUR MONTHS. They were born on MARCH 5TH and right now, they are currently residing in COPPINGFIELD CRESCENT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like HANDE ERCEL and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose HERE COMES THE SUN by THE BEATLES.

tw: death mention, illness mention

Name: Soledad  Yildiz Age: 30 Birthday: March 5th, 1992 Birthplace: Eskişehir, Turkey Zodiac sign: Pieces Sexual orientation: Bisexual Gender & pronouns: Cis woman, she/her

How The Story Goes:

Marisol was born to two loving parents, both of who adored their daughter with everything they had. She was the only child of Carmen and Ömer Yildiz. Shortly after her arrival into this world, the Yildiz’s moved from Turkey to Boston, Massachusetts, when her father got the opportunity for an excellent traveling salesman position.

Growing up, Soledad was a happy child at home. She was so infectious with her laughter and smile that her family quickly nicknamed her “Sol,” and the name was one she fell in love with from a young age.  She tried her hardest to live up to it every day.

Despite the loving household Sol had, things at school were different for her. For some reason, one Sol couldn’t seem to understand, the kids in her grade always looked at her funny. The girls never wanted to talk to her about anything, no-one made an effort to sit with her at lunch, during gym she would always get picked last, and her locker usually had some sort of goop or slime smeared on it as ‘the prank of the day.’

She found her escape in books. One day she picked up a copy of ‘Harry Potter’ and the brunette was hooked since. It wasn’t long before she was trying to read as many books as possible, from all different genres.  Thanks to her books, the older she got, the tougher her shell began to get towards the world around her.

Her real escape came when she left Boston to attend university at NYU. She chose to take the business path like her father. Starting her second year of school, she met someone and the pair dated for just shy of one year. They was her first love, first one (and only) to have ever slept with,  and heartbreak. During her third year at school, her mother ended up passing due to complications with heart surgery. She was devastated and kept to herself even more than ever. It wasn’t long before her relationship came to an end, closing her happily ever after, though she used the sadness she felt towards motivating herself to study harder.

With a lot of hard work, she ended up graduating top of her class. After graduation Sol took some time to travel around Europe for a bit. She did some backpacking and in her adventures met many lovely, and not so lovely, people along the way. She went to places like Paris, Peru, Japan, China, Egypt, Prague,  but her biggest dream has always been London. From some reason or another she just can’t seem to get there.   It was a dream when she came across the opportunity to own Delia’s Cafe.

Now, freshly new(ish) to Moorbrooke, Maine, Sol is ready to make her mark in the town and the small bushiness. She always tries to show up with a smile on her face and a bright personality.

She can come off as shy at time but once you get past her shell she is extremely friendly and always ready to talk your ear off about her newest book she’s reading.

fun facts:

she may not be too outspoken about it, but she is a gamer.

loves music, late night talks, and laughing

is always ready to lend a helping hand or shoulder to lean on

she will keep your secret and take it to the grave

she has a cat named Sprinkles.

her favorite customer is bane and she often tries to have his cup of coffee always ready for him when he makes his daily visit to delia’s cafe.

she has made demir her unoffical rooomate as she has given him a key he can freely use to enter her home whenever he needs it. she’s used to him coming over needing to be stitched up, but she also likes to lightly scold him. all in all she cares about the guy and just doesn’t want him to get seriously hurt.

her employees are her little family. she absolutely loves all of them even if she likes to pretend they are a pain in her ass. she is very understanding to anything they have going on and often encourages them not to overwork themselves. since she began working there she likes to dedicate one friday out of the month to an after hours party for the delia’s cafe crew and their loved one. a way to celebrate how amazing they are if you will.

[dwead-piwate-meggers]

"I'm an awkward shut-in. I think I've logged more hours gaming than actually talking to other people. Oh my god, what the hell am I doing here?"

delia campbell, arriving at the villa (MC, @bodycountgame)

age: 25 pronouns: she/her from: leeds studied: physics here because: none of her sensible decisions have turned out, maybe it's time to try a crazy one. actually here because: a cute junior producer listened to her go off about star wars for 20 plus minutes. (Delia's opinions on the Darth Jar Jar theory under the cut.)

"Darth Jar Jar? As crack theories go, it’s fun, but it kind of ruins Palpatine’s character.

It makes him omniscient instead of really conniving and manipulative. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, I accept that Jar Jar is powerful enough to be a disturbance in the Force big enough for Sideous to notice and try to investigate, but not enough for anyone else to pick up on. Fine, power of the Dark Side clouding things, Gungan isolationism, whatever. He notices Jar Jar, and trains him, ignoring the Rule of Two, but that’s not exactly out of character. I think the only person who actually believed in the Rule of Two was Bane anyway. Back to Jar Jar. What does he hope to gain from a Gungan at that point? Again, trust issues between them and humans, so even if the blockade and invasion are already planned, what role is Jar Jar expected to play? Get the Gungans in on the invasion? They don’t need to be there. Get the Gungans on the side of the Naboo so that the invasion fails, setting up the events of Attack of the Clones? That only works if he knows how that would play out. Which means that Palatine has to know, first, that the Jedi would send diplomats, that those diplomats would land with the invasion force, run into the Gungans, and then the Queen, that the inhabitants of Naboo would unite and defeat the invasion force, with an optional stop-off to the capital, that that unity would mean that all senatorial delegations now have to have representatives from both species. Then, when Jar Jar is assistant to Senator Amidala, the failed assassinations take her off-planet, so Jar Jar has to step in, emergency powers, et cetera. It means that instead of having a dozen plans in the air and switching between them like the mastermind that he’s supposed to be, he’s just… waiting around for visions to come to pass. That’s a really boring villain.

And the Darth Jar Jar theory never addresses why the alleged Sith Lord never goes for more power. He just fades into the background. Not very Sithy."

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You Season 3 Ending Explained

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This article contains spoilers for You season 3.

The latest installment of You follows creepy creepster Joe Goldberg (Penn Badgley) as he begrudgingly moves to the tony California suburb of Madre Linda with his wife, Love Quinn (Victoria Pedretti). He attempts to atone for his sins and try his hand at being a good husband and father to his new son, Henry. But his plans are soon derailed. 

What follows is a wildly entertaining meditation on parenthood, marriage, and what happens after “happily ever after.” It’s a fairy tale ending with a body count. But what really happened at the end of You season 3? We’re here to serve up some answers. 

Do Sherry and Cary Escape? 

While it seems like Love and Joe mowed through half of Madre Linda in their quest for suburban bliss, the death count they are directly responsible for this season is on par with, if not lower, than previous seasons. Anti-vaxxer Gil technically killed himself, horny teen Theo lived thanks to Joe’s quick thinking, and the king and queen of Madre Linda, Sherry and Cary Conrad, actually manage to escape Joe’s glass cage of emotion. 

Sherry (Shalita Grant) and Cary (Travis Van Winkle) are initially painted as insufferable social monsters. Cary is a bro’s bro who brags loudly and often about his intermittent fasting routines. Sherry has a twee mom blog, she uses gossip as currency, and she so frequently invites other couples to engage in sexual “play” with her and Cary that they have a stock NDA on hand for the occasion. When Love and Joe accept that invitation, all hell breaks loose, and both Cary and Sherry end up in the cage. 

But, as they fight for their lives, the couple begins to reveal some humor and humanity. And they become characters worth rooting for. So it’s important to know that they earn the honor of being only the second and third people to escape Joe’s cage with their lives. (The first being Will Bettelheim in season 2.)

When building the cage, both Joe and Love hid a key within the structure, just in case. As Sherry and Cary frantically try to figure out how to survive, Sherry realizes that Joe and Love don’t trust one another. So she searches for a key, and she finds one. 

Of course, once out of the jaws of mortal peril, the couple immediately goes back to being insufferable by capitalizing on their near-death experience, giving pretentious TED Talks and touting their new program, “Caged: A Radical Couple’s Therapy Technique.” In fact, Joe might just deserve some royalties, amiright?

What Happens to Love? 

Well, in a metaphorical sense, by the end of the season, love is dead. And in the physical sense, uh, yeah, she’s also dead. 

Joe and Love’s Madre Linda murder spree builds to a fever pitch throughout the season, and at some point it becomes quite obvious that only one of them could make it out alive. With her sharp intellect, ruthless cunning, and willingness to engage in brutal violence, Love initially made a worthy partner for Joe, and then shifted into a worthy adversary. It’s a testament to her skills and determination that it was not totally clear which of the two would eventually survive the Suburbia Thunderdome. 

The season 3 finale pits the two lovers against one another in a final showdown. Fully aware of Joe’s obsession with his boss, Marianne, Love prepares a roast chicken — Joe’s favorite — and sets the dining table like some twisted Norman Rockwell painting. When Love leaves to check on the baby, Joe grabs the carving knife and immediately regrets his actions. Love had dosed the knife with her very own homegrown paralytic made from Aconite (aka: Wolf’s bane) that she had been growing in the garden. Don’t try this at home, kids. 

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However, Joe had previously done some garden Googling and anticipated that Love might poison him. Conveniently he found adrenaline pills, an antidote to the Aconite, in Cary’s giant carrying case of meds, and popped one as he and Love sat down for their final feast. Unfortunately, these particular adrenaline pills were slow acting (blink-and-you’d-miss-it, but the instructions on the bottle recommended waiting 45 minutes for them to take effect), so he has to watch as Love almost stabs Marianne to death in their living room. Love’s cooler head prevails when Marianne’s daughter pops in to use the bathroom, and she lets them both escape with their lives. But she decides she’s done with Joe. 

As Love prepares her giant knife and stalks over to Joe, she gives quite a fantastic villain speech. Yet, her monologuing gives him the time he needs for the adrenaline to fully kick in. As Love yanks Joe’s head back to slit his throat, Joe stabs her with a syringe full of her very own poison. She writhes in agony as the dose takes effect, sputtering out some damning last words. As her face begins to stiffen, she says, “We’re perfect for each other, but bad for Henry. He’ll know what you are.”

Joe feels impacted by her final words, but gets to work framing her for all the murders. (Which, to be fair, she was the perpetrator of most of the violence this season.) Joe methodically chops off two of his toes, bakes one of them into a pie, and places a box of evidence, including Natalie’s teeth, Gil’s watch, and his other toe, next to Love’s dead body. He sends out a biting suicide note in Love’s voice. Then, he torches the place, using their wedding album as kindling.   

In a voice over epilogue, Joe makes sure to mention that Love became something of a feminist folk hero following her death. In a haunting line, Joe states that Love became even more famous than Guinevere Beck. 

What Happens to Henry?

Perhaps it was Love’s devastating final words that got to Joe. Or perhaps it was the realization that he couldn’t flee the country and start a new identity with a baby by his side. It’s not quite clear why, but in a heartbreaking moment, Joe decides to abandon his son at the conclusion of the season. 

This is certainly the right decision, but given that the crux of Joe’s mental health issues in You is built upon his abandonment issues, it’s a cruel twist. Joe does make sure to leave baby Henry in good hands though. Joe chooses to leave his son with his blind co-worker Dante. We don’t know a ton about Dante except that he’s blind, he’s a great friend to Marianne, he’s ex-military, he loves kids, and he’s married to a man named Lansing who has two teenagers. Seems like a solid choice.

Dante and Lansing ultimately decide to raise Henry and, as Joe asked in his note, “protect him as their own”, as Joe flees the scene. 

Where in the World is Joe? 

Paris. And his name isn’t Joe anymore; it’s Nick. This dude has more lives than a cat. 

Joe’s inner monologue is still focused on Marianne though, and it’s clear that he’s looking for her. She once told Joe that she had fantasies of whisking her daughter away to Paris, and so this is where Joe has decided to start this new chapter of his life. It seems pretty unlikely that Joe will find Marianne, but he’s sure to soon find a new object of obsession in the city of love. 

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All we’re saying is that Emily in Paris had better watch her back. 

You season 3 is available to stream on Netflix now.

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