#haddie’s writings

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

snippet.

Feyre splayed supine on her bed, fingers twisting, smoothing out, and re-twisting the cotton soft sheets. She counted the seconds with the movement. One, twist, two, smooth, three, twist. It’d been five hours since the bay party, two since her and Tarquin’s walk along Adriata’s docks, and exactly 68 minutes and 49 seconds since her very stupid confession.

We came here to steal it.

Feyre really didn’t think she could be faulted. Rhysand shouldn’t have expected this of her, to boldly lie and deceive someone who trusted so easily. Her bloodstained hands already made her feel wretched; she couldn’t, wouldn’t, add breaking Tarquin’s trust to her list of things that kept her up at night.

A familiar, ugly voice rose in her mind. You also don’t want him to stop looking at you that way.

No. No, she didn’t.

Dawn came ever closer and soon she’d have to endure Rhysand’s anger and Amren’s scolding but until then Feyre had her seconds; one, twist, two, smooth, three, twist.

And, she smiled softly, a token of the sea.

[envihellbender]

Haddie giving a statement directly to Jonathan Sims Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London about the Overlap and the Ravages. Maybe she plugs her podcast

Fandom: The Magnus Archives / Dead By Daylight

Characters: Jonathan Sims, Haddie Kaur

Content: Horror, fractures in time and space

Summary: A statement regarding Haddie Kaur’s experiences with the Overlap and the Ravage.

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[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST

I know it’s a bit dated but we find that these sorts of statements transfer better onto tape recorder.

HADDIE

Retro. Like it. Gives it a nice lo-fi feel I bet.

ARCHIVIST

I’m… yes, well, anyway-

HADDIE

I mean I get it, sometimes our equipment goes haywire when we’re getting close to an Overlap. Must be a similar deal. Maybe you guys are legit.

ARCHIVIST

Well, I wouldn’t go that far. Anyway, shall we begin.

HADDIE

Yeah, yeah, right. So, where do I start? Do I just jump in or…?

ARCHIVIST

I usually start with the name, date, and what the statement is regarding. Would you like some privacy or-

HADDIE

I reeeeally would prefer you stayed. When I talk about this things get hazy. I’m gonna need something to ground me.

ARCHIVIST

Okay, whatever you like.

HADDIE

I’m Haddie Kaur, this is a statement regarding my research into buildings that are prone to what I’ve come to know as the ‘Overlaps’ and specifically what I call ‘the Ravage.’ It’s the 21st of April 2019.

Probably makes more sense if I give a bit of background. When I was twelve my parents died in a car accident, I had a great childhood up until then, and afterwards I had a pretty loving adoptive family. Despite that, every single psychiatrist I was sent to said that I developed some trauma that resulted in my first experiences with the Overlaps. I believed that for a while too but I actually have video evidence that they are not simply in my head. I left them with the guy I spoke to. Heavy guy, soft spoken…

ARCHIVIST

Martin. Yes, thank you.

HADDIE

Anyway, I mean, the deaths definitely fucked me up. See this white bit in my hair? Not a personal choice. Happened the morning after. Extreme stress, they said. But like I said, this isn’t just that. I mean there are cases of similar things happening to those with extreme trauma but… Whatever, I’ll get to what the Overlaps actually are, yeah? So, I think the best way to explain it is to talk about what I’ve seen. I went to a haunted asylum in Quebec with my brother Jordan, and as soon as I got there I started to feel things. It’s actually what one of the recordings is, I feel the electric static first - sort of humming in my fingers - and then the fog starts appearing. It’s like… I see the Overlaps between worlds. I see rooms but one section will be as it is now - decayed, rotten, falling apart - another will be just as it was when it was brand new. Paint isn’t even chipped, doctors and patients are walking around. Then another was just… before it got taken down, the patients screaming, suffering - the doctors being assholes. It’s a lot. It’s pretty overwhelming. I can sort of see it here actually. When I was at reception I saw a room filled with computers, two girls and a guy just chatting and drinking coffee. And further down the hall, I saw this really really tall blond guy looking through files. Only reason I knew it was an Overlap was because the wall behind him was in slightly better condition. Little cleaner. Weird, right?

I know it sounds insane, I can see the skepticism all over your face and I’ve heard it all before. Just try and keep an open mind until you see the vids, yeah? Hey, even if you don’t, can’t say I didn’t try, right? Honestly, this stuff doesn’t quite bother me so much any more but it’s kinda… Difficult sometimes. No, the bit I really want to talk about is the Ravages. Because. I saw it again. I didn’t originally come here to make a statement, I was using the library in the institute upstairs and I saw it. Knew I had to come down and talk to you about it.

So sometimes during the Overlaps I see something a bit more… Empty than the others. I mean I don’t know but my hypothesis prior to doing the research is that it is what is underneath the Overlaps. It’s like you’re knitting a blanket and if you pick out some of the threads what pokes out is the table underneath. It feels to me like the Ravage, or Ravages I guess, are like the table. Normally, it’s like… It’s intense. It feels like the drain in which all human misery ends up creating a mosaic every crumb of suffering that we’ve ever experienced. It’s pretty fucking horrific. Seeing that. It’s like tears in reality showing me a deep, dark fog with screams and faces appearing and disappearing. It’s like the Overlaps I guess, but it’s repeated and crowded so it’s unclear, and it’s all miserable. The Overlaps could be anything.

Anyway, I saw that upstairs in the library. Except it looked… different. For one thing there weren’t faces, just eyes. Lots of fucking eyeballs not even in heads or sockets just there staring at me en masse. I tried walking up and down and they followed me around. I actually managed to reach in and look around, and I saw an older guy, a few spirals and doors, screaming, an old woman, and erm… Okay, so this is gonna seem like I’m fucking with you but I think I saw you there? I mean, or someone who looked like you. I’m not super invested in the idea it was just what I saw don’t look so freaked. Jesus. Anyway, and a lot of fucking spiders. So many spiders. Fucking weird. They were all taken by fog and these giant spider like tendrils. It was just… Sad. It was- it’s like the worst. And. Yeah. I guess that’s me done. Statement over. Haddie out, I guess.

ARCHIVIST

Thank you. That was… curious.

HADDIE

You don’t have to believe me, buddy, don’t look so freaked.

ARCHIVIST

Yes well, if I believe you or not isn’t really that relevant. We will investigate, take a look at the evidence you gave us and take a look. Erm, Ms Kaur, before you go. Does… does the name Jurgen Leitner mean anything to you?

HADDIE

You mean the book guy?

ARCHIVIST

Yes. Yes, do you- have you any experience-

HADDIE

Every now and then we find a book with the Jurgen Leitner thing in the cover, we thought they might be causing it. Then we met Gerry and he collects them and … Yeah. So we help him out and he does… I dunno. Whatever with them. That’s all I know. Guess you gotta find Gerry if you wanna know more?

ARCHIVIST

Yes. I suppose I will.

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends.

Researching Ms Kaur’s statement was all made that much simpler by the sheer amount of evidence she left us. It seems she is quite educated and doesn’t make any claims without thorough investigation. An external hard drive filled with files - videos and photographs of the Overlaps and the Ravages make it difficult to argue with. As well as long list of addresses for every single place they have been seen. Personally I’m not particularly well versed with technology but I still think they could have been faked like most ghost videos are. Tim has a friend who’s rather experienced with this sort of thing and he says they’ll take a look. Hopefully that will be the end of it. Particularly as the only other witnesses to these events are her own brother, and the supposed event upstairs was witnessed by no one. We checked the CCTV and annoyingly the feed cut out the moment Ms Kaur entered the library. I’m sure that is a coincidence however, this building is falling apart.

But there’s one thing I can’t quite get my head around. Well, alongside the fact Ms Kaur seems like an intelligent, together woman. It seems Ms Kaur knows Gerard Keay. And her experiences with Leitners may explain a great deal. She seems so… calm about the whole thing. It’s eerily different to my experience with those who’ve been effected by Leitners. Well, we’ll see what our evidence brings us, won’t we?

Recording ends.

[CLICK]

[hauntedmoonstone]

Haddie at Mikaela: “where do you think you're going?”

Also Haddie: I don’t remember you having work today

(art by @meglinpancake)

Haddie was turned over in the bed back to Mikaela cuddling with the shark plush (that wasn’t even hers) Mikaela just stared lovingly at her partner's back slightly tracing the freckles of Haddie’s back connecting the constellation of Aquila the Eagle. Mikaela then took her hand and traced the constellation of Lyra, the harp that was located on her hips. The day Mikaela saw that they shared the constellations that had to the two lovers Vegas and Altair she knew she was meant to be Haddie’s. And with the soft vibrating of her phone it seemed summer had arrived for the two lovers also known as a very early shift at the cafe to prepare for an all day event which was to bring in a lot of customers. She had to get an early start to make sure they were stocked and enough pastries were cooked for the day. She sighed deeply and turned over to stop the alarm as she slipped out of bed silently. With a pout she began getting ready for the day moving through the house getting food and a shower. She gave the sleeping Haddie one last sad look and blew her a kiss as she grabbed her apron from the room. She double made sure she had everything and approached the door to leave but right as she was turning the knob she was grabbed in a tight hug by Haddie who groaned and rubbed her face in her shoulders. 

“Where do you think you’re going moonstone?” Mikaela leaned into the hug and pouted.

“Don’t make this harder than it is sunbeam. You know I got an early ass shift today for the event.” Haddie looked down at her utterly confused for a moment before her eyes lit up and she face palmed with a groan.

“Fuuuck the event! How did I forget?” “Probably the three nights of barely any sleep you’ve been getting trying to figure out travel plans for you and your brother's next trip.”

Haddie nodded and yawned, gripping her tighter and began tugging back to the couch.

“Do you really have to go in this early? You always show up thirty minutes early for everything…..” Mikaela just simply let her sleepy girlfriend pull her into the couch with a smile she rolled her eyes playfully, turning over to cuddle into Haddie’s chest.

“Fine, just ten minutes though, okay?”

“Hmmm make it 15.” Mikaela gave Haddie a peck and relaxed into her grip with a huge smile.

“Okay you win this time 15 more minutes dear.”

[garden-of-infinity]

And maybe I'm being irritating with two asks, lol, but I'd love to hear about some of your favorite platonic pairings—and if you're so inclined, some headcanons for said pairings! I'm always a sucker for them and never see enough of them, in my humble opinion. love your writing, by the way. Your ideas are lovely and spark inspiration for me, and they're always so fun to read. Even the ones I don't always expect give me another angle to look at things from, and it's all around a very, very good thing. 💖

You're not being irritating at all! It's always a delight to receive asks from you. And thank you so much! You have no idea how much that means to me. Seriously, thank you. 🖤💖

I have so many platonic pairings I love. It was hard picking who I wanted to include for this, but I decided to go with the ones I have the most ideas for.

The pairings featured blow include Caleb and Zarina, Susie and Joey, and Kate and Jeff.

Caleb and Zarina

I've gone through many different ideas of how I wanted them to start off, but the version I'm sticking with for now is this:

It didn't take long for Zarina to piece together that the Deathslinger was the outlaw she had been researching before she was taken by the fog. Ever since she figured it out, she's been trying to get through to him. The few times she tried to reason with him in trials ended… less than ideally. It was like there was some barrier between them that kept her words from reaching him.

She tried confronting him at Glenvale in between trials, but the only answers she gained from that experience was what happens to a survivor when they die outside of a trial. Zarina was so shaken when she awoke back at the campfire that she almost considered calling it quits, but later as she was digging through her belongings in her tent, she rediscovered the wrench she had found in Caleb's cell and it gave her new idea. 

Zarina headed back to Glenvale for one last attempt. This time, when she was face to face with the Deathslinger, she presented him with his lost wrench. He stared at her for a moment before lowering his gun and snatching the tool out of her hand, inspecting it for his father's initials engraved on the handle. When his gaze had once again settled on Zarina, she noticed his eyes had lost their ghostly glow. 

Caleb didn't understand who she was or where she came from. A moment ago, it had been Bayshore standing before him. Zarina theorized that it was the Entity's doing, and at first Caleb was so enraged by the idea that he nearly forced her out of his realm, but then he realized she was right. He'd been conned yet again. 

Caleb was angry, but he wanted answers. He invited Zarina into the saloon to talk and she explained how her research led her to the realm and what she described as the barrier when she had tried to talk to him before. It was the start of their friendship and many of Caleb's disputes with the Entity. 

I think that in order for the Entity's manipulation to work successfully, the killers need to be either emotionally or mentally vulnerable. This makes them more impressionable and therefore easier to control (sorta like jedi mind tricks? Sorrt but that's the only example of what I'm trying to get at that comes to mind rn). Once a killer gains awareness of the Entity's tricks and learns how to defend against them, it becomes a little harder for the Entity to control them. Caleb's mostly free from the Entity's influence thanks to Zarina, but there are rare moments in trials where his anger gets the best of him the Entity is able to regain its control. This has unfortunately put Zarina on the receiving end of his wrath because he didn't realize it was her and not Bayshore he was hunting. (I have SO MUCH angst in store for them)

They agreed not to let their friendship interfere with trials, but that doesn't mean Caleb feels any less guilty when he spears her or has to hook her. And it doesn't mean Zarina doesn't worry for him when she can tell his leg is giving him trouble and he keeps missing his shots because it's slowing him down. 

These two love to bicker back and forth. They have their own nicknames for each other they like to throw out, too. Zarina frequently calls him "old timer," to which Caleb is quick to quip back with one of the names he keeps in rotation. (Jackass, numbskull, and dimwit are along the lines of what he'd call her)

Caleb asks her a lot about modern day technology and how much the world's changed since he left. The first thing he ever asked about had been her equipment. Zarina was delighted to show him her camera and recorder and answer his questions about their inner workings. Those had both been easy to explain given the fact she had an on hand example. Explaining the internet and how it worked, however, was another story. 

If the killers and survivors ever were to escape the realm, I like to think Zarina would help Caleb adjust to the modern world. The mental image of her teaching him to drive and introducing him to the internet is very funny. I imagine she'd drag him into a cafe too, just because she loves them and wants Caleb to have the experience. He'd end up getting whatever she got because he trusts her judgment, but it would end up being waaaay too sweet for his liking.

More about the wrench thing: The wrench holds a lot of symbolism for me. Caleb's wrench was passed on to him by his dad when he was a young boy, so to me it's a symbol of his youthful innocence and his potential as an inventor. He lost that wrench when he was taken by the Entity, quite literally leaving that part of him behind. BUT Zarina finds that wrench when she goes to his old cell and she gives it back to him in the realm, freeing him from the Entity's manipulation. She's the one who brought back that forgotten piece of him and helped to restore his humanity. 

ANYWAYS, enough with my chains of hate ramblings and on with our regularly scheduled program.

Susie and Joey

These hcs come from my friend @s-b20. I've pitched in with ideas here and there because Joey's my favorite Legion member, but she's the Legion Expert™. So huge thanks to her for letting me include them. <3

Susie and Joey were more friends by association than actual friends, but their younger siblings and being a part of the Legion helped bring them closer together.

Joey's little sister was best friends with Susie's brother, so the two knew each other long before the Legion ever came to be. They often ended up chaperoning their siblings' play dates when their parents were too busy to take them.

Susie helped Joey watch his sister and did all the 'girly' things with her when it was just Joey watching her while his mother worked late into the night. She gave Joey's sister a lot of her old toys from her childhood that she just couldn't bear to part with until then.

Frank and Julie weren't too interested in video games, but Susie played with Joey whenever he asked. She was pretty bad at it, but he appreciated how much she tried for him. Maybe he purposefully lost a few times, or maybe it was because his controller "got jammed" as he liked to claim whenever it happened, but seeing the look on Susie's face when she won was well worth losing his winning streak over her.

Joey agreed to teach Susie to play video games if she'd help him with his art. So when she wasn't learning the different combo moves and how to use them, Susie was leading sketching classes with Joey. She patiently worked through the steps with him and showed him the tricks she learned over the years.

Susie found out why Joey wanted to develop his art skills when he shared his ideas for an original video game with her. He opened up about it after she found him working on a design for one of his characters. She received it so well that he started asking her for feedback on his designs and sharing his ideas with her.

Joey was the one who taught Susie how to scale walls when they would do late night vandalism with Frank and Julie.

Joey helped Susie let loose and come out of her shell. He was much more patient with her than Julie or Frank and made sure to not push her too far too fast.

The first time Joey ever stood up to Frank was when he went too far with Susie. He privately confronted Frank after he made a series of comments over criticizing Susie's style and outfits (most of which she had made by hand, upcycling the clothes herself) and told him to knock it off. They came to blows when Frank put in that Susie was being too sensitive (Joey has a strict "talk shit get hit" policy) that ended with Frank getting his ass handed to him and the two of them not speaking for a few days. But when Joey had finally hyped Susie up enough to wear one of her outfits again, Frank's comment on how nice it looked seemed to resolve things.

While Frank and Julie enjoy the chaos of the realm, the fun of it quickly faded for Susie and Joey. Neither of them could believe it when they found themselves missing Ormond. The bland, boring everyday life of home seemed like paradise compared to the hell they found themselves trapped in.

They're each other's confidants in the realm. Both of them harbor the same resentment towards Frank for being trapped in the Entity's realm (they realize they played their part as well, but it's easier to hate him than have to reflect on their own actions). It's a frequent topic in their venting sessions, as well as their regrets over how things played out and everything they took for granted back home.

Me and her are super excited for the upcoming Legion comcis! I might end up adding onto these in a other post with more hcs later once we've read them. (BHVR PLEASE LET US KNOW JOEY'S LAST NAME I BEG)

Kate and Jeff

Their desire to help their fellow survivors is what brought Kate and Jeff together. They coordinate all kinds of activities outside of trials like story nights, impromptu concerts, and painting classes to help take everyone's minds off the stress of the realm.

Although they have opposing tastes, they both share a deep passion for music and love sharing songs with each other. They could talk about their lyrical interpretations of their favorite songs for hours.

In addition to music, they both love tattoos! They've shown off their tattoos to each other and explained the meanings behind them (which vary from sentimental value to aesthetic reasons, or, in one of Jeff's cases, losing a bet). Jeff's been working on the designs for the matching ones they plan to get when they make it out of the realm.

Kate still writes songs during her free time between trials. Some of her newer ones have taken on a darker tone as she writes to help process her experiences in the realm, and others carry a sense of nostalgia as she reflects on the life she left behind, but hope is still a recurring theme in most of her lyrics. When she needs help finishing a song, she'll pitch it to Jeff and they'll bounce ideas off of each other until Kate's finished composing. (Her darker themed songs stay private. Not even Jeff has heard or read them).

While they're a shining beacon of hope among the survivors, it would be a lie to say that their light doesn't flicker from time to time. When they find their own hope is running low or the pressure of keeping the teams' spirits high becomes too much, that's when they turn to each other for comfort. They're all each other has since they feel compelled to put on a strong face for everyone else.

Kate promised Jeff that when they get out of the realm she would commission him to do the cover art of her next album.

[sacrisomnia]

@hrrorstrie asked: ♡ : Haddie + Quentin being in a friendly match :))))

     “I mean, I know it’s like some sort of weird...bloodthirsty alien thing, but I guess it can be kinda cute at times,” Quentin gestured from where he and Haddie sat atop the hill, towards the Demogorgon. The creature seemed to have gotten preoccupied with a strange game of fetch with Dwight, who, despite looking clammy and anxious the whole time, was diligently keeping it entertained. It was funny, in a way, but Quentin couldn’t blame Dwight for being on edge the whole time.

     Sometimes this happened. A trial where the killer...gives up, or gets distracted, or some other unforeseen motivator convincing them that it didn’t matter anymore. It was always a surreal experience, especially due to their rarity, but it was also interesting. Once, Quentin managed a whole non-verbal conversation with the Artist, comprised of charades and dirt drawings with sticks. Only for the one trial, however. The next one was back to business, but a part of him couldn’t help the feeling of...not betrayal, when he knew it was coming, but perhaps just an empathetic conflict. But he wasn’t sure if the same will occur with a killer as inhuman as Demogorgon, anyway.

     “It’s kinda like a dog, right?” he pointed out, “Playing fetch and stuff...kinda wish Nancy and Steve were here to see this.” He glanced over at Haddie. “You know, everything they told us about that...other world...I’ve been wondering if it’s connect to this place. You seem to know a lot about this kind of stuff, I’ve always wanted to ask about what you know.”

[deliverance-guy]

Haddie explores an abandoned asylum and becomes aware of an evil mind lurking between the worlds.

[bottomlouiswriters]

Could he be more daddy 🥹🫦

BEHIND THE SCENES: Harry working out on the set of Dunkirk (2016)

[pogueswrld]

I’m so tired of seeing rough/mean dom s/o Nate works, can’t we have soft s/o just loving their partner in a soft atmosphere? :((( I wanna imagine being held and caressed and loved and cared for and nurtured and respected and and and

[alex-the-creature]

Tarhos x Haddie short fic

guys GUYS ive never written anything ever but ive been filled with too many thoughts of these two for the past few weeks now i just had to put something out there.

i wrote this at like 3 am so like forgive me if theres errors or inconsistencies, either way i hope you enjoy!!!!

i also want to give a slight nsfw warning its nothing explicit though

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The day the garden felt joy

everyones gone the cloudy skies loom over the garden of joy haddie sits in the gazebo, waiting for the doors sirens gazing out to the open street as blood drips along the side of her face shes tired, shes hopeless she doesnt have a reason to run anymore she thinks about what the first residents lives mightve been here, were they happy, did they forget about their worries for a split second, even if it was fake

metal footsteps grew louder and closer to the gazebo haddie doesnt flinch, shes been through this a thousand times whats dying another time, shes almost looking forward to it at least shell be back at the campfire the killer looms over behind the fragile wooden wall a soft sigh echoing before they take a step into the structure

"why arent you running"

a low voiced hum sips through the helmet she looks up at the metal covered man, or, well, whatever horrible monster might reside in there

"i dont want to run anymore." she says as she lowers her head

the knight lowers his sword into the ground and he leans against the door

"i expected more from you"

"i dont give a damn about what you think"

she had received remarks like this from him before. calling her a warrior, congratulating her in chase, he treated her as if she was training to be a guard. she didnt know what to make of it, other killers definitely didnt treat her like that

"you're just a bloodthirsty monster like the rest of those who hunt us. dont act like you're all high and mighty just because you're wearing armor"

"im not the one who makes the rules. id have you fighting against us with tools to make it fair."

"well its not. its not fair that im gonna be stuck here forever with jerks like you. yeah thats what you all are, jerks and bullies who get enjoyment out of killing us"

"i get no joy out of seeing you suffer haddie."

oh right, he knew her name too. she assumed he remembered from the other survivors calling out to her. but with him saying that shes slowly realizing he mightve gone easier on her in past trials, somehow always letting her leave or ignoring her entirely. she was having trouble figuring out why hed say something like that.

"…in fact it breaks my heart."

"you dont look like you have a heart"

the knight scoffs as he reaches up to his helmet taking it of with one motion his long dark hair swaying out of the metal covering most of his face still

"the great tarhos is only but human… or at the least one would hope i am."

"well… you certainly look the part." haddie tilted her head looking at him

he puts down his helmet resting it on the hilt of his great sword as he steps closer to sit down on the bench on the other side from her

"rumors had it you couldnt take off the helmet."

"well not during battle of course. have you seen how many pallets are thrown in my face every trial?"

haddie laughs sincerely

"i might not be as smart as you survivors but i still want to protect whats left in my noggin."

they take a pause from looking at each other

"why are you doing this…?" haddie had to know if this was some kind of elaborate plan

"shouldnt you be chasing me around or closing the hatch so the entity could take me"

"…i dont want to run after you anymore either."

"oh so you got me right where you wanted then?"

she smirks at him with a slight concern in her eye tarhos turns to her and places his hand on her thigh

-oh fuck -

"i should be the one running from you. i cant get you out of my head… thoughts about you haunt me like a ghost. every waking moment i spend thinking about what an honor would be to stay by your side…"

haddie's heart drops down to the bottom of her stomach she doesnt know what to think, other survivors talked about being fancied by killers but she never expected it to happen to her

"well im… flattered…"

she can feel her heart skipping beats as he looms over her with a longing glimpse in his eye she takes her hand to touch the knights face, he flinches but doesn't push away, scars run along his nose and cheeks just like hers, her fingers run along his lips and chin

"you really are handsome afterall huh…"

she takes away her hand. blood runs into his cheeks turning him slightly red, cant say he got complimented much like that in his lifetime

he takes his own hands to take off his gloves his bare hands slightly fuzzy and scarred he holds a hand out to ask for hers, she does so, hers is quite noticeably smaller, not so rough either he takes it and lays a kiss on the back of her hand, his lips are soft and his moustache is a bit prickly but now haddie is blushing too

"gosh, maybe i should give you something to remember me by too…"

she placed her palm on his face drawing it closer to hers his eyes widened at the motion but there was no turning back now in fact he dreamt of this moment he put his hand on top of hers and placed his other on her thigh once more she rested her other hand on his chest plate

their lips finally met and suddenly it felt like everything around them went quiet both of their hearts were pounding within their chests tarhos couldve sworn this is exactly what ambrosia tasted like but in this moment he felt luckier than any god, as their tongues formed their rhythm tarhos took haddie within his arms to fully embrace her, hugging her around her shoulders tightly

haddie reciprocated by hugging him back around his waist and bringing her legs up on the bench wrapping them around him she could feel him grow harder through his armor

but suddenly the siren of the end game collapse goes off and the three guards of tarhos could be heard shouting for him in the middle of the street

"boss where are you we need to go and start the next trial" the carnifex yells "I heard Vittorio is gonna be there you don't want to miss out on this one Kovács!" yells the jailor

"great heavens i must be going" tarhos murmurs to haddie as he shakes himself standing up

he puts his helmet back on and turns to her "will i see you again?"

"…yeah!" she blushes with her legs still on the bench from where he was

"you're incredible my dearest haddie, please leave through the exit. ill try to arrange us a meeting outside of a trial. please take care." he touches her shoulder as he steps outside and meets up with his guards haddie still watching from within the gazebo

"was that your newest bride you big fool of a knight?" "no that would be you my dear durkos, who could ever replace a jester like you" they all laugh as they walk into the fog from the edges of the realm

haddie takes a moment to recollect herself, maybe this is a memory shes gonna be taking with her to the campfire afterall.

[nevraeldarya]

I don't know if you guys noticed but in ROR it's a bit canon that Apollo is really not Zeus son :

He calls :

Zeus : Gramps

Poseidon : Posei (read that one as Pussay 💀)

Hades : big bro Haddy

Also Hermes and Ares didn't call Apollo their brother, while the only reason why we know that Ares and Hermes are brothers in ROR (cause the author changed things) is because Hermes calls Ares his dear brother or simply brother Ares depend on the translation.

Never once did Hermes call Zeus his father he only addressed him as Lord Zeus (Zeus-sama) while Ares called Zeus "his old man and dad".

With that being said after noticing that while reading the manga, writing that ROR Apollo has a different father made things better for me to create small lore, we all know Greeks marry their sisters or something, and what does Leto have ? A twin brother.

Voila~ I just wanted to show where the idea came from.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Indissolubility

Dredge x Reader

Here is the first fic for the newest killer to my roster lol (as if I write for anyone besides Singularity...). Pleae bear with me, I struggled a bit with this and I'm just really hope this is decent or at least future fics can prove to be better(which speaking of future fics, those will also explain some stuff going on here but I can always answer questions).Hopefully you guys are able to enjoy this and understand what I was trying to do ^^

My bestie reassured me so you can thank her for me posting this again

Words: 3,583

Warnings: Abduction, typical chase stuff, Druanee can not communicate or take a hint

Your knees instantly collided with the solid dirt beneath you, and you were quick to catch yourself as you ignored the new pain in your legs. With a new dose of adrenaline shot into your body, you lifted yourself from the ground to resume your sprinting. 

It was never in your intentions to stray too far or to stay out for too long, but with night having fallen in these already dark woods…you found yourself lost. And hunted. Even the campfire’s light seemed to have disappeared once the darkness engulfed you, leaving you stranded and running for your life in the Entity’s forest. 

Voices wailed and whined and sobbed all around you; some cried out for help that would never come, while others whispered your name. You ignored them all, lifting your arms in front of your face to shield it from the sharp branches of nearby trees that reached out to you. The branches were sharp and seemed far too reminiscent of hands that clawed out, getting hold of your clothes every now and then to keep you in place for what trailed behind you. But with how this thing gave chase, was it still behind you?

After swatting away branches and ripping your clothes from their sharp ends, you took a second to glance behind you where the one preying chased. The voices…they were gone, as was the predator who seemed to have left you alone. You glanced in every direction; left, right, and even up for added measures.

One of your hands came up to your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart against its cavity as you attempted to soothe yourself. While a few shaky breaths escaped you, you rested your other hand against the bark of a nearby tree that appeared much more harmless than the others.You knew it was dangerous to go out, yet something told you to just do it. Whether it was curiosity or a desperation for something other than the campfire, it brought you to this outcome.

Many times you had been advised not to cross the invisible line that protected you and the others from…them. You had been warned that the campfire would keep you safe; that the perimeter surrounding it kept the danger out. Sure, your new life in this realm was an endless cycle of danger, but the campfire was the one place where you could rest from it all. Even if it was just for a few moments. 

A good portion of the survivors, you learned, liked to take risks at times. They went “out of bounds” and explored the dangerous waters that were this entire realm. And after learning more about this world and its inhabitants…you decided to take a risk of your own. Take a short, hopefully harmless adventure.

Strangers who were now considered your acquaintances gave you their thoughts and tips based on the length of their stay in this world. Yet out of everybody, the opinion that mattered most was your one and only confidante’s: Haddie. Besides being the one person you technically knew coming in here, she proved to know a handful of information despite being one of the Entity’s later additions. Naturally you trusted her advice and kept inside the campfire’s perimeter, until today.

Whether it was curiosity or the want for some newer surroundings, you stepped out and came to quickly regret it. The moment after your hesitation dissipated and you stepped a single foot outside of the perimeter, it was as though the forest came alive. As if it sensed you and quickly alerted every predator in this world of your presence. And a single one of them answered the call.

The one time you decide to go against Haddie’s wishes, and you quickly find yourself being hunted by a killer. To make things worse, it was the killer you were certain Haddie discreetly specified when she warned you about all of them.  When she described the dangers out there, it was this killer she most definitely did not want you running into. 

But after a good minute of silence and a rather unnerving tranquility, your lips finally released a much calmer breath. You removed yourself from the tree that concealed you for just a few moments, right before you brought your arms up to hug your quivering body. Now that the adrenaline seemed to be simmering down, the realm’s cold atmosphere began to hit you more than what you usually felt. 

Ignoring the feeling, you turned your body away from the tree to begin your route towards where you hoped the campfire would be. But you were soon struck with a shot of fear once you caught sight of it.

The killer.

You stumbled backwards whilst trying not to run into or even look at that hazardous body of theirs, the body that was practically an extension of the Entity itself. In the process of avoiding the killer you found yourself on the ground once again, and desperation prompted you to crawl away as fast as possible. 

But the killer was faster, it expected your every move which was why it now stood over you in its usual menacing manner. Before you could make another hasty escape, a multitude of hands shot out and took hold of your body that fought against them. 

You protested to no avail, soon finding yourself in the clutches of the killer who did not hesitate to make their way to their desired destination. All the while they ignored anything you said and did. 

Just like in every trial, you wiggled for your life as the predator held you tightly under the amalgamation you could call one of its arms. You squirmed, shouted; you kicked and even punched your abductor to the best of your abilities considering how their body lacked a complete solid structure. 

“Please, just stop! Put me down!” were the words you cried out under their arm, now feeling as they adjusted your body once you began to slip out again.

“Please…” “...stop…” “...down…” From their body spoke a multitude of voices you could barely distinguish as men and women, and it was as though they mocked your protests while carrying you like they did in past trials. They were determined, no doubt, but you were terrified of what went through that horrid mind of theirs while they glided through what you instantly knew was their realm. The Garden of Joy.

Haddie had told you all about them…the Druanee. In fact, you had been made aware of this…menace even before you were dragged into this world by the Entity. She had described it as a force of malice; hysteria incarnate. It was a creature that faced animosity ever since the mere thought of it was conceived. An abomination that was born out of a paranoia that was pushed onto people by a false shepherd. 

“Let me go!” you kicked once more, desperation growing in you when you recognized the path you were now being carried over. The killer trailed through the front yard you found yourself running in several times before, already hurrying up the front steps to enter the main building. 

“I said, let me go!” you kicked the smoggy figure, right before your wish was granted. Your body met the plaster surface of a familiar flooring at that moment. You caught yourself with your hands, careful not to land on your face while your chest and abdomen ached with pain from colliding with the so-called ground. Almost instantly you pushed yourself onto your knees before landing on your bottom to scramble in the opposite direction of the killer, back soon clashing with the crumbling wall.

The Druanee,no, the Dredge… stood before you in what you already knew was the upside down bedroom in the house centered in the garden. You had no doubt that it planned on bringing you here, but the reason why was unbeknownst to you.

The creature peered down at you with its singular eye, making sure that its body blocked the only doorway in the bedroom. Where there was meant to be silence were guttural sounds in addition to a plethora of voices who did not speak but instead moaned and screamed in pure agony. They practically called out to you, almost trying to tempt you to join them if you would not be their salvation.

“Please,”  you began as if to reply to the voices, prompting a head tilt from the killer. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Hysteria incarnate. Born from the paranoia of others. You were aware that the creature sensed every ounce of fear in you, a fear conceived from the very moment you encountered it the night the Entity brought you in. A fear that continued to grow with every trial in which you had to face the creature. A fear you were now being forced to confront.

You didn’t know what it was, but you had begun to connect the dots: the Dredge sometimes appeared to keep its eye on you. It felt as though you had caught its attention after the first encounter. This may have solely been its way to get back at Haddie, seeing how close your bond was, while she and the Dredge acted like long time foes.

“What do you want from me?”

“What…” “...do you…” “...w a n t…” the taunting resumed. Or could this have been the voices attempting to communicate with you?

The creature almost basks in the trepidation dripping from your quivering voice, practically goading you to continue as it studied you ever so consciously. Most thought of the Dredge as some animal, some hound the Entity let loose to plant more seeds of malice than what already existed. But no, this simple interaction made you realize just how aware it really was.

“Please,...you don’t have to do this.” you pleaded before emitting a wince the moment the creature finally made a move. Your forearms lay flat against the wall behind you once the monster shifted, hovering in your direction without hesitation. 

This of course provided your much needed exit, a fact the Dredge accordingly took into account. Hence why a miniature cloud of fog was left where it originally stood. You recognized it as a remnant, no doubt a safety measure in case you did manage to run past it. 

Looking back at the creature you noticed how much closer it was; far too close for your liking as its head shifted through the fog to meet with your face. You were practically merging with the wall at this point seeing how you further pressed into it while trying to avoid the Entity’s child.

The sounds had grown closer; awful, agonizing cries that still shrieked your name like they knew you from another time. Like…this thing knew you, and needed to see more of you. 

You glanced away from it, not wanting to look into the bloodshot eye that stared deeply into you as if prying at your soul.  It was especially discomforting when the monster grew close and turned its head so the eye directly faced you. With the new proximity, you removed your hands from the wall to instead retract into yourself. 

The Dredge then used its scythe appendage to pry at your arms, prompting a growl to escape from its form when you still attempted to shield yourself. You eventually obliged and let it open your arms, now displaying your terrified form. 

Even then you refused to look at it, only feeling as it pushed your arms to the side before prodding at your coat. With that, you made an effort to slightly eye the Dredge who further examined the article of clothing as though it was familiar with it. 

“I-Is this what you want?” a stutter escaped you before you flinched at the killer’s sudden move, the Dredge having whipped its head to look you straight on. You didn’t want to give up the coat; you couldn’t give up the coat. Not when…it was the last gift you got from your Haddie.“No…I can’t.”

You immediately received a sound of disapproval from the Dredge who threatened to get closer, making you realize you weren’t getting out of this very easily. 

“Okay…fine… y-you can have it. Just…p-please…let me go.”

Shutting your eyes you removed your coat as rapidly as the Dredge would allow, soon holding it in front of your chest with arms that hesitated to extend out. Your breaths were shaky as you awaited any sort of reaction from your abductor, and your body itself shivered at the sudden coldness that hit your skin. You felt the offering be taken from your hands ever so gingerly despite your tight grip on it, and you opened your eyes to find an entanglement of smaller limbs holding the coat. 

It felt awful giving up your favorite coat, seeing the value it held. But you were sure Haddie would understand.

Finally the Dredge created a greater distance between your forms, and it stood at its full height while giving the article a good scan. It really did seem like it recognized the coat, seeing how it made sure to check every inch and every pocket as if to make sure that you were not giving it a faulty item. It admired the deep scarlet color, feeling every bit of its material like a child with their favorite blanket.

“Okay,” you quickly interrupted the Dredge’s actions, watching as it shot a look in your direction while the smaller limbs continued to fiddle with the jacket. Particularly the ruby buttons on it; perhaps that was what caught its attention most with how they closely resembled the jeweled seeds of a pomegranate.

“Can I…can I go now?” your voice broke them out of their fiddling, and a glance was shot in your direction.

The Dredge repeated its own actions from before, only hovering in place with a tilt of its head that scrutinized your entire form. It was thinking, perhaps, thinking if it was satisfied with the offering you had gifted it. It pondered to itself, pondered if this was enough after abducting and bringing you to its garden where its intentions remained unknown to even itself. 

And after a good few moments of silence in which it stared, the creature shrunk into itself in its own wicked version of spinning in place with it now facing the wall to your left. Against the wall was a large wardrobe that you had seen before, and its doors swung open to reveal a collection of sorts that proved to be more of a floating mess. 

Smooth stones, burnt papers you knew were letters, tarnished planks of wood and even a few skulls were some of the items you could see in the strange collection. And amongst them now was your jacket after one of the smaller appendages delicately placed it inside, careful not to have it clash with any of the other items that would disappear from existence for seconds at a time to take turns displaying themselves.

Seeing as the Dredge was rather occupied with sorting out its stock, you took the opportunity to get back onto your feet without making a sound. Your one escape was still blocked by its remnant, but…perhaps the killer’s mind fixated enough on the wardrobe’s contents to allow you a run past the cloud. 

Running would no doubt alert it to your actions, so you turned to a more patient route you hoped would end in a desirable result. You held your breath, afraid that even the sound of your breathing would be enough to notify the creature who never paid any mind to you as it still adjusted its collection. And just like that, you made sure to return the favor by looking in the direction of the doorway where the remnant stood. If this was like previous trials…the remnant would surely dissipate once you made contact with it and you had one less problem to deal with. 

And as you grew closer to the miniature fog, you cautiously lifted a hand to it in an attempt to dispel it. Only to have a sharp gasp escape you once a hand shot out to take your wrist and pull you inwards before other arms followed the disembodied hand. The arms simultaneously tugged at you as the monster emerged from the cloud, and its actions from before were repeated so that you once again found yourself under its arm.

“You got what you wanted! Put me down!” you fussed while trying to punch at the arm, but your fighting proved worthless once you were shifted enough to be carried in a similar fashion to when being put on a hook. Not having to look behind, you knew the creature intended on adding you to the collection in the closet. “Please, don’t do this!”

“...y o u…” “...want…ed…”

“No, no! No I don’t!”

Your arm swung forwards and landed a blow on the Dredge’s head; you were able to hear a vexed mix of a growl and roar while the monster still tried to force you inside the small space.

“Quit it!”

“...No…no…”

“Please!”

“...please…stop…”

It had now become clear that your fighting was useless, with how the darkness within the wardrobe began to engulf your head. The darkness was surrounding you, swallowing up your face as your legs still kicked the air outside of the closet. And if the clammy feel of the Dredge’s limbs was not enough, the darkness invited you into a coldness that only seemed to increase the further you were pushed into the void. The previous choir of tormented souls grew louder, whispering and murmuring and wailing right into your ears. 

You could only shut your eyes and tug at your own legs before the Dredge released your body, but this led to the loss of your sense of direction. It made you panic and wonder if you were still in what you believed was the enclosed space of the mansion’s sole wardrobe. Your breathing quickened as the distress remained, and your vision had become completely pitch black.

Until…

A light. A light bright enough to flash you even with your closed eyes emerged, and so you opened your eyes to see what it was. And from the neverending darkness of this wardrobe, you witnessed an all too familiar spider claw that extended itself towards you. Its fire burned bright and warm, never hot enough to burn your flesh once it took hold of you and pulled you out like some twisted kind of savior. 

Following its own logic, the Entity extracted you from the small space before you found yourself being taken out from the Garden of Joy’s mansion. Despite how terrifying it was, being drawn out like the times you reached your final stage on the hook, this proved a much more manageable experience when compared to everything that had gone down. It was preferred and appreciated, seeing as the Entity was kind enough not to maul you as it brought you back to safety.

And safety it was, for in the blink of an eye you immediately found yourself back inside the campfire you were warned to never leave. Your body was still flooded with the Entity's warmth, but it soon began to diminish as you looked around the campfire at all the familiar faces of your fellow survivors. And in the sea of survivors, you caught sight of a familiar head of dark hair with blue streaks, right before its owner looked in your direction as if on cue.

“Haddie!”

“Hey!” 

You sprinted towards her and watched as she turned her entire body to face you, already making her way with a smile you could already sense a confusion emanating from. The two of you ignored the looks from the other survivors who you learned never understand the bond between you, but they quickly returned to their own business as you wrapped your arms around Haddie.

“Hey…are you okay?” 

Haddie’s arms returned the embrace without hesitation. The question she asked was more of a way of letting you communicate, but she knew you had experienced something. She always did. 

“You’re safe. It’s okay.”

You nodded as you sighed a breath of relief, opening the eyes you never realized you had shut tightly in the first place. You would explain more later, you just needed a moment to ground yourself. 

But this realm knew better than to let you be at ease, denying you the temporary rest you much needed. As you opened your eyes and scanned the surroundings, just beyond the campfire’s perimeter…there it was.

Ruby jewels sparkled under a nonexistent light, displaying themselves on the scarlet jacket you lost not too long ago. And the jacket like a grim reminder swayed with the wind that sang through the forest, hanging from the scythe-like appendage of the monster. 

Its bloodshot eye stalked you from afar, watching the camaraderie in full display that practically taunted it. And it watched as you shut your eyes and buried your face into Haddie, refusing to look at it once again. 

It understood. It knew what you felt and thought.

But…was it all genuine? Did you feel an animosity towards the abomination who you gifted such a valuable offering to? Had your fear dissipated to give it one last look? Enough for it to remain in your thoughts?

“...Want…”

Perhaps…you had unintentionally created a new bond you would not be allowed to escape.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

snippet.

Fuck, she was late. Feyre rushed around the apartment looking for the new set of pencils that had been delivered two days ago. She’d thoughtlessly dropped them somewhere confident in her memory of their location, and now her tequila brain couldn’t even remember how she’d fallen asleep on the balcony. God, she was going to wring Lucien’s neck for convincing her to go out last night.

Come with me, he’d said.

It’ll be more fun than making alt accounts stalking Morrigan’s stories for her cousin.

Feyre had agreed before he finished that sentence — she’d been stalking Mor’s page because Mor was gorgeous, not for any other unnaturally purple-eyed related reasons, thank you very much — which she’d realized was exactly what he’d wanted. Bastard. Literally.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Real Life— Chapter 4: The Songwriter

Read chapter 3 here. warnings: off page smut referenced.

Matty blew on the hot drink, hissing when the coffee touched his lips, before placing it back on to the nightstand. He shuffled out of bed, dragging himself around the room, looking around for his shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her eyes on him. “You’re staring.” He said, smug. 

Haddie rolled her eyes playfully, hiding her smile, “please. You stare at me when I’m getting dressed, too.”

“Can’t help it.” He walked over to her, leaning in for a kiss. “You’re beautiful.”

The kiss made her breathless but she played it cool. “Speaking of,” she reached for the same cup of coffee, tracing the rim with her finger as she spoke. “Come to Paris with me.”

Matty checked the state of his hair in the mirror, running his fingers through it.  “Well,” he began, distracted by a strand  of hair that just won’t settle. “when’re you going? I’ve got this meeting later in the week….”

“Oh, for the band you’re producing?”

“No,” he grabbed a hair brush, touching it to his hair with precision, “no, that’s next week. It’s actually for the film thing.”

“Oh! You’ve been working really hard on that one.” Haddie recalled his conversations with George on FaceTime at odd hours. He wanted it to be great and he wanted it to be his first public attempt at solo work. Not having George in the studio with him had thrown him off for a while, but she told him she was certain he’d figure it out. “I hope they like your demo.”

“hope so.” He whispered. “But yeah, those two meetings aside, could probably make Paris work.” Finally satisfied with the look of his hair, he turned around. “If it’s a quick trip.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Haddie handed him last night’s clothes and reached into her closet to pick out an outfit of her own. “Just photographing  a makeup campaign. Two , maybe three, days tops. They’re aiming for an early holiday launch. So it needs to happen quick.” She pulled out a black mini dress “what do you think?”

Matty wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, “you, me,  a hotel room,” he brushed his nose against hers, smiling “I think I’d like that.”

“No, I meant the dress.” She giggled. 

Matty pressed his lips to hers. “Gorgeous.” The clothes were coming off again. “But you’d look even better without it.”

***

Claire heard the door knock and glanced down at the schedule that her publicist’s assistant had made to remind herself who was behind that door. 

“Please, come in.” She called out, looking around for her notes. “Swear I had them here just a moment ago.” She mumbled to herself. Her head whipped around as soon as the door swung open and her next meeting walked in. 

Matty Healy stood in front of her; sunglasses in hand, hair perfectly pushed back. His smile “erm, hi.” He started, a bit unsure, “Good to see you again, Claire.”

“N-no.” She frowned, looking down at her schedule again. “What’re you doing here…who let you in?”

“That’s not a nice thing to say-“

I’m — i have a meeting with—“

“Me.”

“No,” She shook her head. “No. Not you, umm-Jamie something”

“Oborne. Jamie oborne. That’s my manager.”

The details began to clear in her head. “Wait, what? So— you’re….the soundtrack…. You made that?”

Matty nodded, enthusiastic, a smile dancing on his lips. 

“And you put down your managers name— to…what? Trick me?”

Though she hadn’t offered him a seat, Matty decided to shut the door and make himself comfortable, anyway. 

“I just….i figured you wouldn’t give the demo a chance if you knew that it was me.”

She stared right through him, shaking her head, exasperated. 

“Give me a chance, okay? I— read your book. Books, actually. All of them. And….i really think I can do this. The way you write about— well, everything. Your characters are so- real. And, their circumstances serve as commentary. But not in a — a… spoon feeding the audience kind of way. I like that.” Her silence accentuated the nervousness in his voice. He began to ramble. “I think I can do this. And…I mean, you clearly think that as well…otherwise I wouldn’t be here. You liked my demo.” He asserted. “Please— give me a chance. I— I’ve got other demos, too, if you’d like to hear them? I can- try something else.”

Once the momentary surprise —and irritation—had fizzled out, Claire began to see the sincerity in his face. He really meant what he was saying. And, she hated to admit it, but he was right. She asked to meet with him because she liked what he’d sent in for the film. 

“Fine.” She finally said. “But you’re one of many. I’m still meeting with artists. I don’t know who we’ll pick. I mean, it’s not just me. Other film producers will get involved….”

Matty nodded. “But I’m sure your word matters to them.” 

She couldn’t look into his earnest eyes any longer without memories of their past encounters rushing through her head. She tore her eyes away, clearing her throat, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.and looking down at her desk, “Shall we get into the notes? I did have some feedback.”

***

Claire plopped down on to her bed and stared up at the ceiling, watching the chandelier flicker. 

“This his band?” Jaz asked about the song playing in the background. 

“Mhm. Been listening to them all day. They’re really good, actually.” She felt herself smile as she spoke. “He has this….style. Like, everything sounds off the cuff and conversational. But when you stop to think about the lyrics….its thoughtful.”

“Sounds like you like his work!” Jazz noted, carefully. 

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“So? What’s the problem?”

Claire bit her lip, nipping at it a bit too hard. “I slept with him.”

“What?!!” Jaz nearly jumped from her seat. “When? Wow. You do not waste any time—“

“No! Not today.” Claire rolled her eyes. “God. How horny do you think I am? He and I have met before….”

Oh!”

“Well, besides, everyone else has submitted perfectly good demos. And—“

“we’re not at your house listening to anyone else’s music, though. I mean if you can manage not to sleep with him again, I think you should be fine.”

“Well— he, submitted his work under a fake name.”

“His managers name.” Jazz corrected. “People put down their label name sometimes…”

“Yes, but!” Claire sat up. “He did it because he knew I’d have a certain response if he’d put his own name down—“

“Claire.” Jazz interrupted. “He’s not Tom.”

“Don’t bring Tom into this! This isn’t—“

“You’re bringing Tom into this. You’re doing it. Not everyone is going to—“

“7 years!!!” She yelled, her hand slapping the throw pillow next to her. “7 years of my life! He lied to me. This whole time he was…. Spying on me. For my father.” Claire seldom raised her voice; but it was hard not to when talking about Tom. 

“I know; I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…despicable. It’s…”

“You’re right.” Jazz sighed. “I’m not saying what he did wasn’t absolutely disgusting. But I am saying that not everyone is going to do the same. From what you’ve said— Matty just really likes your work. And….i mean, to be fair to him, you are having a reaction to him right now.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “It’s because he tricked me. If he hadn’t done that….” She fell into a silent moment of contemplation, then, she relented. “Fine.”

“Hmm?”

“Fine. You can….reach out to his people. Let them know I’ll recommend that the executive producer use his song.”

It only took Matty a few moments to respond to the email himself. Cc’ing everyone. 

Fuck yeahhhhh!!!!! It’s gonna be GREAT 😎 I CANNOT wait!

“Claire, he uses emojis unironically.” Jaz had noted. 

“You haven’t seen him in person; he’s really hot.”

***

Claire was startled by the burst of sound that hit her face as soon as she walked into the studio. Matty had his headphones on, the song blaring, he bobbed his head along to the music, and fiddled with the keys in front of him. She couldn’t think of any way to alert him to her presence. He nearly jumped out of his chair when he felt her tap his shoulder. 

“Jesus — fuck—ing Christ.” his expression faded from terror into a smile as recognition set in. “You’re here!” He hit a  random button on his keyboard to pause the music and jumped to his feet. 

“Thanks for inviting me. I don’t think musicians usually do that sort of thing.” 

“Well, it’s your film, isn’t it?” He looked around and realized that he had been using the extra chair near him as a catch-all placeholder for all sorts of items: Books, guitar picks, hoodies, cigarette packets. He began to unload it quickly. So-sorry. Here, erm, have a seat, please.”

“It’s not technically my film. I’m just a producer. To keep them from fucking it up.”

“Well— it’s your book. So, it’s your film.” Matty said matter-of-factly without looking at her. “Would you like anything to drink? A coffee…erm…Coke, maybe? I’ve got a mini fridge. Or I can call the front desk for some—“

“I’m good with just water for now, thanks.”  Claire chuckled, amused. “So,” she scanned her surroundings. “This is what the inside of a studio looks like.”

It dawned on Matty that this was a new experience for her. He grinned with joy at the realization that he’d get to introduce it all to her. “Would you like a little tour?” He was already out of his chair before she’d even responded. “So, let’s start at the door.” He pretended to walk into the room for the first time. “See this light over here? It flashes red when someone’s recording. To stop anyone coming in.“

Claire nodded, trailing behind him. 

“this is the big machine operation.” He pointed towards the corner of the room where he’d been sitting earlier,  a giant console and a desk drew most of the visual attention. Claire recognized some of switches and dials from her limited studio experience as a narrator of her own audiobooks.  What she had been used to was a lot less intricate, though. 

Matty, to his credit, had started off slow, talking her through the various functions of the equipment that lay before her. Despite his best efforts, however, he’d gotten carried away. He had lost her somewhere around the ‘analog to digital converter.’ She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she could no longer follow what he was saying. It seemed to bring him a lot of excitement  to explain why certain things were “fuckin cool” or “the best invention ever.” So she let him carry on. 

“This one’s obvious, but” Matty stood behind the desk and pointed to the recording booth across the room, “that’s where I’ll record the vocals.” He shrugged. “Obviously.” 

Claire’s attention was elsewhere though, out of the corner of her eye, in the heaping pile of things that used to be on her chair, she noticed her own book. Instantly, she picked it up to flip through it, and, just as instantly, Matty’s chest bubbled with dread. “Well, that— erm— you know….” He threw himself back in his chair, his feet tapping the floor as he watched her read —and giggle— through his marginal scribbles and annotations. 

“Don’t— it’s not….its for the song, alright?” He felt the need to clarify. 

“Sure,” Claire shook her head, making no effort to hide her smile. “Whatever you say.”

“No! I’m being serious! The song does actually reference some lines from the book. You wanna see?” He handed her his phone, where he appeared to have typed up the lyrics haphazardly. 

“Did you just come up with it this morning?” She handed the phone back to him “This is actually good, you know.”

***

Outside the windowless studio, the sun was setting on the city when Matty finally looked up from his screen. “I’m hungry. You hungry? We should get something to eat.”

“I could eat.”

“Right. Let’s do another round.” He wheeled his chair away from the console. “Then we’ll eat.” Yawning, he stretched his legs out before standing up eventually. “Come take my seat. Let me show you something.” 

Before she knew it, Claire was letting him put the headphones over her ears and guide her hands around the mixing board. 

“I’m gonna do the vocals and let you play around with how you want it to sound.”

She nodded. 

“I still think less is more in this case. But since you won’t listen to me, I’ll let you be in control.” He paused dramatically, looking directly into her eyes and speaking slowly. “Know how much you like to be in control.” 

He saw her reflection in the computer screen. She’s rolled her eyes. 

“Alright then.” He finished the rest of his sentence from the booth, his voice directly in her ears. “Don’t be shy. Make as many different iterations as you’d like to hear. We’ll pick a favorite later.”

***

“Well. That was an honest days work, wasn’t it?” Matty set his plastic fork down and reached for his Coke can. “I’m pretty happy with what we’ve got so far.”

“You know, for such an unserious human being, you’re pretty serious about your work.” Claire leaned forward, her arms resting on the table. “I like that.” She smiled. “And…as much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.”

“I am?”

“About the stripped back, bare version being most suitable for the film.”

“Oh! That. Well, of course I am. I’m not even gonna edit out that vocal fumble moment. I think we leave it as it is. Imperfections and all.”

Her eyes followed him as he walked out of his seat and headed for the mini fridge. He pulled out another can of coke. “I’m gonna have another one. You want one?” 

“Do you ever think …. having a hundred of those a day’s gonna kill you?”

“So, that’s a no, then? Suit yourself.”

Claire waited for him to be back in his seat before speaking again. “I’m a writer. We don’t usually collaborate much. And, even when we do…it’s with editors and stuff. So, a lot of it happens after we’ve gotten at least some writing done.” Matty lostened intently, hanging on her every word, nodding along. “I hate people. By nature and trade.” She paused, realizing how obnoxious she’d sounded. “I’m trying to say that I didn’t think this would be fun. But I had fun today. Thank you.”

“I hate people, too.” Matty smiled. “That’s why I only work with my friends.”

“does that mean that we’re friends now?”

“I suppose so, yeah.”

***

Matty’s eyes squinted to read the time on the screen. Haddie made him say it out loud. “It’s 2 in the morning, I know. I know. I’m sorry. Lost track of time— and—“

“You smell like a fuckin bar”

“Well, we went for drinks after dinner. Swapped drafts and talked about writing.  I really think we’re gonna be friends so it seemed—“

“I didn’t know writers could outdrink rockstars. This guy better watch his liver.”

“Babe, have you heard of….fuck … Hemingway, Burroughs, Parker…..or literally any writer ever?? Alcholics! The lot of them!“ Matty’s tipsy, sleep-deprived brain finally registered what she’s said. “It’s not a guy. It’s…she’s a she. Her names Claire.”

“Oh. A girl.” Haddie somehow felt like that should’ve come up at some prior moment. “Are you…like…fucking her?” She gave it her best causal tone. 

“What? No.” Matty shook his head. “Just friends. Promise. Can we go to sleep now? Please? I’m tired.”

***

Matty let his fingers slip out of Haddie’s hand, pulling away and walking in the opposite direction. “Just gonna go get some weed. Meet you inside? Go on. Go try on some dresses. I’ll come find you.”

He stood outside of the store, smoking a blunt, and watching as passersby shuffled past him. If he was being honest with himself, that clothing store was just about the last place that he’d wanted to be. So, he’d better not be honest with himself. He needed to get really stoned. 

***

A few days later, deep in the trenches of  a Fortnite Battle Royale, cigarette smoke hovering over him, Matty got the text message that the film producers had, indeed, decided to go with his song. Of course, the first person he thought to tell was Claire. He suggested they go out for drinks, to celebrate. It seemed like a good idea in that moment, but as Matty stood in front of his mirror, trying on what felt like his fifteenth shirt, he was beginning to regret it. He wanted to look good, but also effortless. The last thing he’d want is for Claire to know that he was trying. That he had thought about this for a long time. That he was picturing himself next to her and imaging how they’d look as a pair, to the outside world, trying his best to be mistaken for her boyfriend to untrained eyes of the masses. 

At the bar, Claire had bought the first round. She looked gorgeous. As gorgeous as she’d been, that one night, tangled up in his bedsheets. He couldn’t shake that memory no matter how hard he’d tried. Perhaps he could ask her out again? Maybe she’d changed her mind now that she’d gotten to know him a little bit better. Not only did they undeniably have chemistry, they were good at making songs together. What could possibly go wrong?

“A toast?” She proposed as she brought the drinks over to their table. 

“How about….to us, to our new friendship, and our clearly winning creative partnership.”

“That’s…quite the toast.” She chuckled. “Cheers.”

“Speaking of us, and of partnerships.” Matty had spoken after chugging down his drink. Fuck, he wasn’t nearly as buzzed as he needed to be for this to seem like a good idea. He could feel the sweat down his back. “I— erm, I’ve been wondering if—“

“Matty, don’t.” Claire placed her hand on top of his. “Don’t say it. Please.”

“Well— I— why not?”

“I think we’re good as friends. Really. There’s no reason to complicate all that by taking a risk on  something that—“

“For your information,” sometimes, Matty’s mouth had a mind of its own. “I was simply going to ask if you’d like to come to this Charli XCX thing tomorrow night.”

Claire’s face went blank.

“When we were talking the other day, you mentioned that you love her, so….”

“Oh my god, I do! I love her!”

“Plus, i think you and George would get along really well.”

[hauntedmoonstone]

Mikaela at Haddie: “are you scared? 'cause i'm scared.”

There’s so much you can do with this! Can’t wait to see what you come up with<3

(art by @meglinpancake)

This was a rough trial, the roughest one in a long time and of course Mikaela had to be here with Haddie which has caused Haddie to be way more stressed as the safety of Mikaela came first in her mind. Haddie hasn’t felt this hopeless for a while but she tried to keep a front so Mikaela would feel less anxious. Currently they were hiding as a bloody Oni patrolled the area dragging the corpse of Feng behind him despite her already being gone from the brutal attack he eventually hooked her onto a hook near the preschool entrance and watched as her body was taken to the sky. Haddie held a protective arm against Mikaela pushing them both up against one of the concrete blockers as Haddie studied where Oni was going. It was just her and Mikaela and despite her best efforts Mikaela was already on death hook while Haddie had only been hooked once. The good news is that there was only one gen left and she knew the locations of at least two of the three that remained. She was confident if they were careful they could both make it out. She just needed to see where the Oni was going. That’s when the oni raised his hand and his strange magic began activating Haddie was confused for a moment because as far as she knew her and Mikaela were fully healed so there wasn’t any blood for him to suck up or follow. That’s when she noticed it a couple of droplets floating past her face. She slowly turned to Mikaela wide eyed as she saw a wound on her side leaking blood that was reacting with the magic.

“I thought she fully healed you….” “She didn’t have t-time I had to run or get…..or get what she got…..I was lucky he didn’t choose me when we split” Mikaela and Haddie were stunned into silence as the Oni roared, catching onto the blood scent of Mikaela. Mikaela was shaking ever so slightly looking at Haddie with eyes full of fear. With a quiet voice laced with hopelessness Mikaela spoke hardly above a whisper.

“I’m scared Haddie….a-are you?” Without thinking Haddie, fueled with nothing but the desire for her sunshine to escape, rubbed Mikaela's wound causing her to hiss in pain and covered her arm in some of the blood.

“ Go to shack I saw Ace with a blueprint earlier in the trial I’ll try to le-” “Haddie no I can’t le-” Haddie grabbed Mikaela by the chin forcing her to look at her. Last time they were in trial Mikaela didn’t make it and by the gods she will make it this time whether she likes it or not. 

“I love you. I can’t let you die not this time moonstone please just listen to me go hide in the bushes and make your way to the shack. Don't come for me I know I know you want to but please not this time okay?” The ominous form of Oni now locked onto the blood trail made his way over to the hiding spot seemingly not worried about his prey getting away with how casually he was walking. Haddie didn’t wait for her to answer and stood up and dashed the opposite way away from Mikaela away from the shack to give her a chance. Oni activated his power once he spotted the “bleeding” Haddie and with a roar began glowing bright crimson as he ran at top speeds after Haddie not noticing the shadowy figure of the truly injured person slinking away into the bushes to the other side of the map.

The chase didn’t last too long as Haddie unintentionally landed herself in a deadzone with no good loops or pallets left as they were all used up earlier in the trial by someone else. She tried her best to lead him as far as she could away from the shack back into the opposite corner. She turned around as she reached the corner, the Oni still glowing brightly, his weapon in his hand. He seemed confused for a moment as to why Haddie would corner herself like this; it wasn't like her. He shrugged it off though chalking it up to a mistake made in fear as he raised his weapon and brought it down on Haddie.

Mikaela flinched covering her ears as the distant cry of Haddie as Oni hooked her. She supposed it was better than what happened to Feng and Ace. She turned towards the direction of Haddie biting her lip. She wanted to go back for Haddie so badly but she stood firm battling her instincts knowing that she was only hooked to lure her in so he had a chance to get both of them. The killers were clever and caught on quickly to which survivors were the closest to each other and used it against them.

She looked down to the grown wrapping her arms around herself as she heard the eerier sound of the entity reaching down her claws from the sky to take the now “dead” Haddie back to the fog. As soon as the claws dipped back into the sky above the preschool the hatch opened nearby with a loud clunk and the familiar humming noise.

She didn’t feel good, this didn't feel like a good win. She was usually so excited to get hatch but she just felt numb. This was just sadly the reality sometimes of the trials people sacrificing each other so someone they care about can escape. She sighed and stepped into the hatch which took her painlessly back to the fog to reunite with Haddie and the others.

[babieroachy]

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hello, i'm jules! i write sfw agere content! send in a request and i shall deliver!

there's a criminally low amount of age regression content for a lot of the media i enjoy, so i'm taking it upon myself to change that by writing content for some obscure characters with little to no demand!

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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

overwatch

dead by daylight

fallout (4 & 76)

twd

death stranding

fortnite

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

d.va (ow)

junker queen (ow)

orisa (ow)

ramattra (ow)

reinhardt (ow)

roadhog (ow)

sigma (ow)

cassidy (ow)

echo (ow)

genji (ow)

hanzo (ow)

junkrat (ow)

mei (ow)

reaper (ow)

soldier: 76 (ow)

tracer (ow)

ana (ow)

kiriko (ow)

lifeweaver (ow)

lúcio (ow)

mercy (ow)

moira (ow)

zenyatta (ow)

the wraith (dbd)

the trapper (dbd)

the nurse (dbd)

the shape (dbd)

the huntress (dbd)

the cannibal (dbd)

the ghost face (dbd)

the oni (dbd)

the executioner (dbd)

the blight (dbd)

the twins (dbd)

the nemesis (dbd)

the cenobite (dbd)

the artist (dbd)

the mastermind (dbd)

the deathslinger (dbd)

the spirit (dbd)

the pig (dbd)

the knight (dbd)

dwight fairfield (dbd)

feng min (dbd)

leon scott kennedy (dbd)

haddie kaur (dbd)

vittorio toscano (dbd)

mikaela reid (dbd)

rebecca chambers (dbd)

jill valentine (dbd)

jeff johansen (dbd)

thalita lyra (dbd)

renato lyra (dbd)

sole survivor (fo4)

nick valentine (fo4)

piper (fo4)

maccready (fo4)

john hancock (fo4)

deacon (fo4)

paladin danse (fo4)

cait (fo4)

preston garvey (fo4)

beckett (fo76)

julie (appalachia radio) (fo76)

paladin rahmani (fo76)

duchess (fo76)

purveyor murmrgh (fo76)

aries (fo76)

danilo (fo76: pitt)

daryl dixon (twd)

rick grimes (twd)

carl grimes (twd)

sam porter bridges (ds)

higgs monaghan (ds)

most fortnite characters, just ask ^^

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

fluff

MILD angst

gender neutral reader

masc reader

sfw agere

sfw petre

ships / non x reader

x reader

headcanons

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

nsfw

excessive angst

fem reader

any request that violates standard dnis

[lboogie1906]

Laureate Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin (August 17, 1936 – February 25, 2006) was an Ethiopian poet and novelist. His novels and poets evoke retrospective narratives, fanciful epics, and nationalistic connotations. He is considered to be one of the most novelists along with Baalu Girma and Haddis Alemayehu, his books were successful in commercial sales and even academic thesis. His works are solely based in Amharic and English.

He was born in Bodaa Village, Ethiopia. He is part Amhara and part Oromo. He learned Ge’ez, the ancient language of the church, which is an Ethiopian equivalent of Latin. He helped the family by caring for cattle. He was still very young when he began to write plays while at the local elementary school. One of those plays, King Dionysus and the Two Brothers, was staged in the presence, among others, of Emperor Haile Selassie.

He attended the prestigious British Council-supported General Wingate school. He attended the Commercial school in Addis Ababa, where he won a scholarship to Blackstone School of Law in Chicago. He traveled to Europe to study experimental drama at the Royal Court Theatre in London and the Comédie-Française in Paris. He devoted himself to managing and developing the Ethiopian National Theater.

He attended the first UNESCO-organised World Festival of Black Arts and the Pan-African Cultural Festival. He was awarded his country’s highest literary honor, the Haile Selassie I Prize for Amharic Literature. The prize earned him the title of Laureate.

He was appointed as vice-minister of culture and sports and was active in setting up the Addis Ababa University Department of Theatre Arts. He wrote an extended, and very poetical, essay “Footprints in Time”, which appeared in large format with photographs. It traced Ethiopian history from the prehistoric time of Lucy, the first-known hominid that had been found in the Afar Desert in eastern Ethiopia.

He remained in close contact with the Ethiopian diaspora. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence