#her connection with matilda's mom is crazy

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Knowing our Arcanists 2: Eternity

Welcome to entry two of my series: "Knowing our Arcanists"! This is a series in which I introduce and tell the stories of our fellow characters in Reverse: 1999, and next up is: Eternity!

Eternity was my first main DPS in the game and she had always been intriguing as she has quite the vague story even as a 1.0 character. As such, a lot of this write up is mainly an interpretation of my own. Now, lets get started.

Eternity, born Winnifred, is an American arcanist coming from Exeter, Rhode Island,USA. Born on December 25th, she currently holds a very interesting arcane skill: immortality maintained via connection to aquatic creatures. She has a large connection to the ocean and its animals, and she maintains her immortality by the consumption of sea animals and blue blood. At the same time, she's known to be able to tame sea creatures and manipulate water (or blue blood) to lull one's mind into placidity.

Half of this makes the idea that she is a vampire, which isn't wrong, however she's not exactly one, per se. Since vampires in this game are more known to be associated with the Infected. (which she isn't)

While we don't know much about her childhood, her story starts out early into her adulthood, when she left her candy business in Exeter to avoid being hunted down by the townspeople. Eternity was 'accused' of being a vampire as young people were dying left and right due to an unknown disease—later found to be tuberculosis—whilst Eternity herself thrived without struggle.

Upon leaving, she started out a new arcanum shop business, which sold various items that has a quite range of uses; they may be functional but they're also a bit unconventional. (she currently has a feud with the Foundation about an invisibility cloak and was known to have sold transfigured frogs lmao) This made her an efficient arcane craftsman and businesswoman over time.

Eternity is a very social person, being popular amongst people across the US in all the eras of the 20th Century. Yet, to keep a low profile, Eternity makes efforts to ensure that her identity as an immortal is never revealed. Never making too close of connections, moving from place to place, dismissing people's assumptions about her familiarity. She rose to popularity in the 40s as a socialite between various soldiers (before they were sent off to WWII), then between the 60s to 70s as an actor and TV host, and then in the 90s again as an information broker.

However, she is also a very simple person, never attending late night balls nor staying up past 10 pm. She ends her nights by sitting down and watching The Night Show with a glass of milk. She has a love for talk shows like that, and even wishes to be a guest on it.

Eternity's kindness, transparency, and insightfulness is also known among people who indeed attempt to get close to her. Such one case is of Brian Finn, one of the few people that Eternity made consistent contact with over the course of their lifetime. He left an impression on her as a courageous and unshaken person who never abandoned his ideals over time, even to his deathbed. As such, she rewarded him with a calming and peaceful end.

While continuously growing to be alone as an immortal, Eternity always try to catch up to the latest things to fill that space; tries her best to avoid growing too attached to material things as they're slowly eroded by time. But loneliness can't be escaped, nor can she do anything more to change it. So instead, she remains cordial and involved; always tying up the loose ends, and ensuring to maintain the tranquility in her current life.

[lettheladylead]

Not Your Aunt

Chapter 8: Webby [ao3 link]

It had officially been one week since Goldie first stepped foot in the manor. And she was still there. This was the longest she’d ever spent in Scrooge’s home since his cabin in the Klondike (excluding times when she was sick or injured, of course).

She was pretty sure, by this point, that Scrooge was avoiding her. He’d been spending a lot of time with his daughter (or whatever) and a lot of time at the Money Bin trying to fix the many issues that cropped up over the past few months with his money managers betraying him, but then even the time he did spend at the manor seemed to always involve other people besides her. The only alone time they’d had was right after he crawled into bed, but every single night their conversations were brief and then he’d fall right to sleep.

So she was a little annoyed. She’d had a few conversations with the kids, sat in on a few dinners, harassed Beakley, been harassed by Sharpie...it’d been quite the couple of days. But it was getting late and she couldn’t wait much longer to talk to him about how she was feeling or how he was feeling or where they might want their relationship to go after all of this…

Ugh. Goldie sighed and wandered around the upstairs hallway. She hated thinking about mushy family stuff, but ever since Florida she’d been feeling an unstoppable pull towards the Ducks and she kind of wanted to relax and see what could happen. But if Scrooge couldn’t make any time for her in the next few days, she was definitely leaving and not coming back for at least a year. Love or not, she did not take well to being ignored.

A door ajar in the distance caught Goldie’s attention and she started walking towards it, curiosity being the best cure for her boredom. She wasn’t sure what that room was - Scrooge didn’t redecorate much, but she couldn’t keep track of everything since he collected so much junk and had 50 regular rooms plus another 10 secret rooms and who could remember all of that?

Goldie tried to peek inside, but it was pretty dark except for a small light in the corner. With a shrug, she forwent her usual sneakiness and just fully opened the door to let the light from the hallway light up the room.

She was met with a surprised chirp and two bright eyes staring directly at her.

Goldie stared back, not sure what to make of what she was seeing.

Webbigail was sitting on a table near the back of the room with a giant book on her lap - surrounded by heaps of other similar-looking books. She looked sweaty and grimy, and the whole room was covered in a thick layer of dust.

“...wh-what are you doing here?!” Webby asked, closing the book that was on her lap.

Goldie raised an eyebrow and decided this situation was interesting enough to explore. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said as she took a few steps towards the girl.

Webby frowned and shook her head for a second before wiping her hand across the cover of the book. “I was, um...well...trying to learn some stuff.”

Goldie leaned against the table Webby was sitting on and craned her neck so she could properly see what she was holding. Oh. “In an ancient photo album?”

“Yeah,” Webby said a little sadly. “Uncle S-, er...my dad has been telling me all about our family...well, just more than usual, I guess...but some things still weren’t quite adding up and I thought maybe I could piece things together on my own.”

Goldie raised an eyebrow and stared at the girl without responding.

She didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve always liked connecting things together...before I was told anything about the McDuck Clan or my dad’s life story, I went through all his different biographies and the photos he has around the house and tried to figure it all out myself. And now he’s telling me things that almost, like...conflict with other things he’s said or other things I’ve read about and it’s just getting confusing.”

“Well,” Goldie said quietly, “he is pretty old, you know. Could be he’s just forgetting some things or mixing up stories.”

“But...but he’s Scrooge McDuck!” Webby said with a frown, opening the photo album again. “It’s one thing to forget a few details from a story, but like…” She pointed to a photo of Scrooge’s parents and a very small baby duckling. “The back of this photo says it’s from 1939, but whose baby is that?! Hortense didn’t have kids until the 1980s and Matilda never had kids so is this just some random baby or-”

“That’s Gideon,” the blonde answered, pointing to the way the baby’s hair stuck out at the top. “Scrooge’s half-brother.”

Webby stared at the photo again, then up at Goldie, her mouth wide open in shock. “Wh...wait, so...does that mean one of my grandparents had a baby with someone else while they were still married?”

“Uhh…” Goldie leaned back and scratched her neck. She knew Scrooge didn’t like to talk about his brother much, but she’d met the man a few times so there was no point ignoring the physical similarities. Though the complications of his conception might be why Scrooge didn’t bring him up. “...something like that. Don’t worry about the details too much.”

“Worrying about the details is exactly why I’m here,” Webby mumbled, flipping through a few more pages. She glanced up at Goldie. “You know my family really well, don’t you?”

“Not by choice, but yeah. If you think Scrooge loves to talk about his family now, you wouldn’t believe how he was back in the day. Very talkative.”

“I know the feeling,” Webby said, chuckling a bit to herself. “Lena said I’ve always been a little too obsessed with the McDuck family and now I’ve gotten even worse.”

Goldie felt an unfamiliar twinge in her chest and plopped a hand down on Webby’s head. “If she’s still sticking around, it doesn’t bother her as much as she says it does. Trust me.”

The preteen seemed to think about that, letting out a low hum while she considered Goldie’s words. “Trusting you doesn’t seem like the smart thing to do, but it sounds like you’re talking from experience.”

Goldie removed her hand from Webby’s head and shoved it back in her pocket. “Despite what your granny says, I’m not always lying.”

Webby turned her whole body towards Goldie. “I don’t think you were lying about Gideon either...so...would it be okay if I asked you about other confusing photos from any of these albums?”

Goldie sighed and lifted herself up to sit on the table, too. “You can. I really think you should just ask Scrooge about all this stuff, though. A few memory lapses here and there doesn’t mean he’s going to withhold entire family members from you.”

“I know, I know,” Webby mumbled and held the album against her chest. “I’m just still getting used to all this. I feel like I should know all these people already, y’know? Like...like Elvira Coot, the mother of Quackmore Duck, isn’t related to Scrooge McDuck at all, but they refer to each other as cousins in a lot of old letters. Is it just them being friendly with each other? Or is my research totally and completely wrong?”

“They’ve just known each other for a very long time,” Goldie said matter-of-factly. “Some people call old friends brother or sister, some people call them cousin. Scrooge usually just generally calls everyone his family, but some people get friendly little titles.”

“That’s very confusing.”

“It is what it is,” Goldie bent one of her legs so she could lean on her knee. “Scrooge has always enjoyed being a little confusing.”

“Is that why he likes you? ‘Cause you’re confusing, too?” Webby asked with an innocent tilt of her head.

Goldie rolled her eyes. “Maybe. I’m sure he’s got a long list of reasons why he does or doesn’t like me.”

Webby huffed out a short laugh as she tapped her hands on the open album page. There were photos of a few familiar members of Scrooge’s family and even a baby picture of Donald and Della.

“...you are really confusing,” Webby said, breaking the awkward silence. She didn’t let Goldie interrupt as she continued. “I don’t think I understand you at all. You’ve been here for a whole week so...are you moving in? Or what’s going on?”

“I’m just here to talk to Scrooge.” Goldie grabbed a photo album that was next to her on the table and flipped it open. “He’s been particularly busy this past week so I’m waiting.”

Webby watched her flip through pages and wondered if there were going to be any more secret relatives she didn’t know about in there. “I didn’t think you liked waiting for things.”

“Not a huge fan, no.”

“But you’re still here,” Webby mused. She watched as Goldie stopped flipping pages and stared down at a photo of Hortense and Quackmore, clearly having a fun time on their wedding day. It was a very sweet picture. “Huey says you and Scrooge are gonna get married, too.”

Goldie rolled her eyes and flipped past the wedding photo. “I’m sure he did.”

“If you did get married...would that make you my mom?”

Goldie closed the album and glared down at the girl next to her, annoyed that these kids were so interested in weddings and marriages. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Webby asked, trying not to seem too confused.

“Why would it?” Goldie said with a hand to her forehead. “At the most, I’d be your stepmother, and that’s only in the very unlikely scenario where I say ‘yes’ to Scrooge’s proposal.”

“But this is a hypothetical scenario, so...if you did get married...would I be allowed to call you mom?”

“Ugh.” She knew there was a line here where her crabbiness would start to offend, but Goldie was not enjoying this line of questioning. “Even in this magical, crazy, hypothetical scenario...I would rather you didn’t. If I’m being completely honest, I’m still uncomfortable hearing you call Scrooge ‘Dad’.”

Webby, rather than be offended like Goldie thought, laughed out loud. “You think you’re uncomfortable with it?! I’ve been saying it over and over in my head all week and it still doesn’t sound right!”

Goldie raised an eyebrow at her and Webby froze, clearly surprised at her own outburst, and settled down. “Sorry. I shouldn’t say that. It’s just a little weird still.”

“Why shouldn’t you talk about how weird it is?” Goldie asked genuinely, leaning back on her hands. “If you don’t want to call him ‘Dad’ then you don’t have to.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Webby mumbled, imitating Goldie’s lean. “If I go back to calling him ‘Uncle Scrooge’ then it’s gonna seem like I’m rejecting him or something. That’s too mean. I can’t be mean like that.”

“It’s not mean.” Goldie sighed and turned towards the younger girl. “It’s your life. Call him whatever feels right to you."

Webby leaned her head back to stare up at the ceiling. "I've never had a dad or a mom before so I think I should keep trying for a little longer. It might just feel weird 'cause it's so unfamiliar."

"Or maybe it feels weird because it is weird," Goldie grumbled. "His DNA was stolen and used to create you, sure. So he's your father, but does that really make him your dad?"

The younger girl glared at the ceiling for a moment before turning towards Goldie again. "I don't understand what you mean."

"Being your biological father is significant, obviously. But family is whatever you want it to be." Goldie sighed and stared down at another photo - one of a much younger looking Scrooge. "You can run away from it. You can accept it without question. Or you can just try to figure it out."

Webby watched Goldie's face - trying to read the woman's expression as she stared at the photo. "I think I get that."

"Your grandmother wouldn't appreciate you listening to me, you know."

She smiled. "I know. But it's kind of interesting to get a more...outside perspective. I mean you're not not part of the family, but you weren't a part of all…" Webby waved her hands around for emphasis. "...this stuff."

"I suppose," Goldie said as she put the photo of Scrooge back down. A part of her really wanted to take it, especially knowing that Scrooge never went into this room so he likely hadn't looked at any of these photos in over fifty years. He wouldn't miss it!

"Do you think...um…" Webby stumbled over her words. "...do you think he'd be mad if I started calling him Uncle Scrooge again?"

"No," Goldie answered sternly. "He wouldn't be mad. Especially given everything that's happened with your family lately, I think an opportunity for some normalcy would be appreciated."

Webby flipped to another page in the photo album while Goldie spoke, and her eyes widened as she saw a familiar face in one of the old photos. She looked back up at Goldie and then back down at the photo. "So...if I call him Uncle Scrooge, then I guess I can call you Aunt Goldie, huh?"

Goldie turned to scold Webby for bringing up that nickname that she always knew would come up around these Duck children...when she came face-to-face with a photograph she didn't even know existed. Webby was holding it up dramatically, smiling smugly as she did so.

It was a slightly out-of-focus snapshot of Scrooge and Goldie in wedding attire, at an altar. Pretty clearly getting married.

Goldie quickly snatched it from the girl's hand and turned it around to check if there was a date or any notes. In Scrooge's handwriting it said "1953. Almost felt real."

She blushed a bit and turned it back around. "...I didn't know there were any pictures from this."

"And to think you made such a big deal out of my hypothetical scenario! But you're already married!" Webby looked more smug than she'd looked in a while, clearly ready to announce this news to the whole family.

Goldie frowned, unable to tear her face away from the image. Both her and Scrooge's faces were visible and, despite being at a bit of a distance, she could see just how happy they were at that moment. "...it was a con. A business decision. Not a real marriage."

"So you got an annulment afterwards?"

She laughed. "You think Scrooge would waste money on something like that? No, we just...moved on. I completely forgot it even happened."

"Well, Aunt Goldie, it doesn't look like he's forgotten."

Goldie sighed and pocketed the photo, wondering if she should show it to Scrooge later and shake out some memories. "Clearly he hasn't been in this room for a long time, so I wouldn't assume that."

Webby's excitement died down just a bit as she noticed Goldie's lack of embarrassment. "Isn't this...I mean, I know you say you don't wanna marry him, but you're still here despite everything plus you're already married! You really are Aunt Goldie and I don't get why you'd try to fight it."

The blonde frowned and exhaled loudly through her nostrils, trying to think of the best way to explain how she felt. "You've spent a long time idolizing Scrooge, right? Wanting to be a part of his family and whatnot."

"...yeah?"

"And from what I could tell, you two were getting close over the past few years. You called him Uncle Scrooge, he remembered your name. Yeah?"

"...uh-huh…" Webby had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"But now that this father-daughter thing was suddenly dumped in your lap in such a...such an awful way, really, you're feeling weird about it. Maybe it feels a little hollow, like this is what you wanted but it's not how you wanted it."

Webby frowned deeply - Goldie was completely right, but hearing the words said so casually didn't make her feel better about it.

"...that's what that wedding was for me," Goldie finished, finally connecting the two thoughts together. "I'd...wanted to be closer to him. I thought we were headed there. And then he suggested that plan and how could I say no? He was splitting the money with me 60/40 and I knew I could steal my missing ten percent whenever I felt like it."

"So you wanted to get married, but then you did but for the wrong reasons?"

Goldie sighed and shrugged. "Basically. It was a long time ago. Things change."

"And some things don't change," Webby added, noticing that Goldie was still staring at the photo in her hand. "You've had decades to talk to him about this, so why haven't you?"

"Eh," Goldie answered and stuffed the photo into her pocket. "Adult relationships are complicated."

Webby shook her head. "Not all of them. Just the ones that don't talk to each other."

Goldie glared down at Webby again, but the girl was already flipping pages in the album once more. She wasn't going to whine to a kid about how she was trying to talk to Scrooge but he was just making it difficult. Maybe if she told him she'd spent some time with his kid, he'd finally sit down and talk to her.

"Who's this?" Webby asked suddenly, pointing to another photo.

This one was older - depicting a young Scrooge (maybe nine years old?) with an even younger child that looked very similar to him. Goldie pouted and put a hand to her chin before grabbing the photo and turning it over to see if anything was written on the back.

"Oh, this is Douglas. One of Scrooge's cousins."

"On whose side?" Webby asked curiously.

Goldie shrugged. "Not sure. I know he lived alone in the Netherlands somewhere until he died, but he and Scrooge weren't very close, from what I could tell."

"Oh." Webby looked down at the photo, not really being able to read either child's expression. She supposed photos from the 1870s were rarely as expressive as ones from modern day. "You really know a lot about my family.”

"It's completely useless information taking up valuable space in my brain," Goldie complained with a smirk. "Maybe I'd be fluent in Mandarin if not for Scrooge."

Webby smiled, happy that she was able to recognize Goldie's words as a joke. "Well it's not useless to me. Thanks, Aunt Goldie."

Goldie frowned and rolled her eyes, but that just made Webby smile. She felt like she was starting to understand this woman...just a little bit.

A realization hit her and Webby suddenly gasped before hopping off the table. Goldie watched her with curious surprise. "I need to update my board!" Webby said as she rushed towards the door.

Goldie raised an eyebrow and hopped off the desk to follow. "I have no idea what that means!"

She followed Webby out the door and down the hall, until the girl was back in her own room. Goldie stuck her head inside just in time to see the unveiling of an insane-looking board filled with photos and string and notes and hearts and…

"...is that a locket with my face in it?" Goldie mumbled as she continued into the room. She stared at the locket as Webby ran around looking for something.

As she reached out to grab the strangely unfamiliar locket, Webby was suddenly on a step stool next to her and reaching for it herself. Goldie watched silently as the girl tugged her away from her little grouping of villains (rude) and moved her oh-so-closer to Scrooge.

Goldie blushed the slightest bit as Webby shortened the string, added some little hearts, and slammed a sticky note between them that said MARRIED-ISH!

"There's no way I'm letting you keep that up."

Webby laughed and wagged her finger in Goldie's face. "I'll just put it back when you leave!"

Goldie crossed her arms over her chest. "Then I'll just have to st...hm."

Webby's eyes were sparkling.

"...visit more often."

The correction didn't dull Webby's sparkle, instead she just smiled brighter. "I think everyone would really like that." 

Goldie raised an eyebrow. "Nice try, but I can assure you that your grandmother would sooner attend my funeral than enjoy having me around."

Webby hopped off the step stool. "Then you'll just have to win her over!" she said with a skip as she pushed the stool back to its regular spot.

"Yeah...I don't really see that happening," Goldie mumbled, not objecting when Webby grabbed her hand and tugged her towards the door.

"I think you could be friends! You just have to try!"

Goldie rolled her eyes but still didn't pull her hand out of Webby's grip. "Don't get your hopes up, Pink," she said with a sigh, but there was a little part of her that wondered if getting along with the whole family was even possible. She'd spent so long pushing away from Scrooge and his family and his friends that she'd never really considered what it would be like to actually...try. And she struggled to admit it, but...she wanted to find out.

She squeezed Webby's little hand and stared down at the bouncing bow on her head. Goldie still wasn't anyone's aunt, but...if she had to be, Scrooge's kids would be her first choice.

[safe-soulonoscopy]

Supernatural: Poorly Summarized

Season 1: Dad went to get demon milk and we gotta go get him. Dad is now dead.  Season 2: Sam becomes Matilda and participates in the Hunger Games. Season 3: Dean traded pokemon cards so Satan’s puppy takes him for a walk. Season 4: Sam cracks demons open like Caprisuns, bisexual angel™, Dean is confused and angry, everyone is a badguy, Extreme Jack in the Box. Season 5: Sam and Dean are tuxedos, more cracking demons open like Caprisuns, bisexual angel™ becomes less of an asshole, Sam and Michael play Holes.io. Season 6: Dean has a girlfriend who I’m pretty sure is a lesbian, Sam is Robocop, Dean becomes Death until he isn’t, Cas (bisexual angel™) is fighting a civil war, Sam is no longer Robocop, Sam is now unstable, Sam is now a disaster. Season 7: Leviathans, Evil clones, Mental Hospitals, Bobby deserved better Crazy bisexual angel™, Boom. Season 8: Sam has a dog, Dean is in purgatory when everyone thought he was dead, oop, Cas got left behind. Boom trials! Sam gets sick, Sam almost commits seppuku, angel meteors. Season 9: Sam’s bodily autonomy becomes non existent, Abaddon is at large, Dean gets this milkbone and this cool tattoo then stabs her, the dude who made the angel meteors stabs Dean and Dean is now emo. Season 10: Demon Dean, oh shit that was only three episodes. Dean becomes angry like a bull. Sam starts a secret boy band which results in the death of a Lesbian friend. Season 11: God’s sister has a crush on Dean, Sam has the MOC for 2.2 seconds, Cas finds out dogs eat breakfast and that’s all I remember tbh. Oh and Mom is back no apparently. Season 12: Sam gets kidnapped, Sam gets saved, the British think that they’re cool, Sam and Mick spend half a season flirting, Eileen (Absolute queen), Fuck Ketch, Lucifer’s son is born, apocalypse world. Season 13: Mary gets stuck in apocalypse world, Cas and Sam steal a baby but it’s okay because they’re good parents, Dean becomes more of an ass, journey time! Sam is dead, Sam is alive. Lucifer is now dead but Michael is at large. Season 14: Dean becomes puppet, Lesbian supremacy, Sam is a bad bitch, Jack is bean. Jack loses his soul, RIP Mary. Jack nearly dies, ends up dying. God is a bad dude. Uh Zombies?  Season 15: Sam and God connection, Witch!Sam, Jack comes back, they stop the apocalypse yet again, everyone in the world dies, a toddler becomes God. Bury your gays, blurry wife, barnhook of death.

[z0mbi3b0ng]

hi!! i read the lore post about the boys jo posted but what else about your ocs do u think is really defining of their character... big or small details 😁

hi!!! you did?? 😳 thats crazy me and jo never think anyone even pays attention to that.

well!

CHRIS:

-he has bipolar I! i dont remember if this was mentioned or not

-he's very very sensitive, very self concious. he's the type to like cry just because you told him there was something in in his teeth 😔

-he has a kind of..... 'sixth sense' thing about him! like in mystic overhang, a lot of crazy, weird, supernatural/paranormal/poopoopeepee happens and chris is always aware of it and knows about it and he Feels it. its like a unique connection he has with the town. he and church kind of share this 'sense' together, and they bond over it in some points of their lives!

-he likes to wear girl clothes and accsessories 😳 it's tea, i know. he'll wear chokers made of jewelry string and butterfly beads and also wear a blouse that he distorts and stretches to fit his style (: he loves that sorta shit.

LEWIS:

-lewis actually really really enjoys his job at the junkyard where he moves and lugs around pieces of scrap and junk metal all day. he likes to see the sorta things people throw out.

-he's got a fear of horses 🥺 but he LOVES cows!! especially one cow he used to talk to back at the commune when he was little that was brown and white and she loved lewis dearly. they had a very special connection

-you will see the literal embodiment of wrath come out of this boy if you hurt or upset chris in any shape or form. he's very particular about how people treat him, especially when he knows chris has been extremely sensitive and if he's going through one of his depressive episodes.

-lewis can SING! and he can sing very well (: he was a choir boy back at the commune when he was young. he sings very sweet and soft, and he feels most comfortable singing to himself when he's doing small tasks and midless activities.

MIKAEL:

-mikael is VERY good at guitar! he has a band named GRiND that he is the lead singer and gutiarist in. when he's older, he becomes a radio host and he plays gigs at bars and pubs and stuff 😳

-he has a foster sister named April that was in one of his foster homes that he stayed in for a while. she has low-functioning autism and he takes care of her throughout the years and years that he knows her. it's very special. he visits her weekly when he moves out.

-he's very supportive and understanding. rarely will mikael ever argue or disagree with someone. he's very non-commital and carefree! which comes with its pros and cons. he knows well how to deal with people who are upset and/or angry.

-he fucks cody's sister elizabeth, a cheerleader at knightwood high, for a WHILE!

BEN:

-he's a mommy's boy! dawn, his mom, still makes his lunches and does his laundry and kisses his booboo's. he won't leave for school until she's kissed his cheek twice.

-when he smokes weed with the boys he gets very very paranoid. he thinks he'd very loud when he's not and he always thinks someones watching him, or hes on the verge of losing his mind or peeing his pants, or his mom will find him and ridicule.

-he bails chris out of jail once!! why was chris in there? idk he was probably loitering some place at night and pooped on the police officer

KYLO:

-he's really a sweetheart 🥺 he tries to see the good in everything! he's very optimistic, which pisses chris and ben off a lot.

-he has epilepsy, but mikael knows well how to help him through his spells.

-he has vitiligo, did the long post say that? idk. but he has times where hes more self concious about it than others. but it doesnt stop him from looking sharp! he always gels his hair and always carries a comb. his features are really sharp, too, which give him an innocent kind of edge. he's cute 🥰

CHURCH:

-church had a little thing with a sweet trans girl named matilda at his foster home when he was 13!! it's really cute and innocent. they meet at the little lake down a ways and skip rocks in the water together.

-he and jo live on the streets for four entire years on their own! church is very sad during this. they sleep in train cars and under bridges and they eat cans of beans and corn together. he is forever grateful to jo because of this, and he tries hard to show him in his own churchy ways.

-church has a very bad, self-harm habit of burning himself on his arms with lighters and cigarettes. he has soft rosy scars all over his skin 🥺

JO:

-jo is a big, big sweetheart but he's very clueless to specific things. things like social cues, body language, specific tones of voice, etc.

-he really enjoys working on vehicles!! especially his truck (: he bought it completely worn down and fixed it all up himself. he's very proud of it, he even named it after one of his ex girlfriends!

-when he was around 16 he had a gay encounter with another boy but he doesn't like to acknowledge or admit that he liked it :/ as of now, though, he still goes by 'straight'....this dude really digs chicks i guess

[justanoutlawfic]

“I want to find my birth parents.” Any verse

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Robin knew when something was wrong with his daughter.It had taken time since he didn’t raise her from the day he was born, but hefigured it out in time. While Bryony got quiet when she was upset, Evie gotloud. She had more of an attitude, she was disrespectful and overall just wasn’thelping around the house. Regina was at her wits end with the girl and while Robinwas trying to put his foot down so she didn’t always have to be the bad guy, butthings had been busier at Aesop’s. Regina understood, it wasn’t her first teenageangst period, but not only did they have 2 other kids at home at the time, shewas busy with her own job. They were both in over their heads, as much as they didn’twant to admit it.

He always respected his kids’ privacy. He said that ifhe had to be looking through their phones or their laptops, then they obviouslycouldn’t be trusted with them. They were good kids, outside their few periodsof outbursts. Him running across Evie’s texts had been a true mistake. They hadthe same case (a custom one that Henry had made with Aesop’s label) and model,both didn’t put passcodes on them. So, when he opened it up and saw a textalert from Matilda- Evie’s best friend-he went to put it back down…until he sawwhat it said.

Matilda:Do your parents have any idea yet?

That made Robin pause. He knew he should just put itdown and let Evie come to him in time, but what if something bad was going on?What if she was in trouble? So, he set aside his guilt and scrolled up untilsomething else caught his eyes, another text from Matilda.

Matilda:I think I want to find my biological parents.

Matilda had been adopted at a young age and was beingraised by a single mother. It was how Regina and Honey had met, actually, at aplay group for single parents when the girls were babies. Evie’s response was abit harsher than Robin would expect from her.

Evie:Don’t do it. You’ll regret it.

Matilda:How do you know?

Evie:Let’s just say I reached out to my biological mother recently.

Matilda:How bad?

Evie:She made it clear she wants nothing to do with me.

Robin let the phone drop onto the plush carpeting and sunkdown on the couch. Evie had first asked about Zelena when she was 8 years old.Bryony knew that her biological father was a sperm donor and that Regina hadgotten pregnant with her on her own. Explaining Zelena to Evie had been a bittougher. She didn’t understand why she didn’t want anything to do with her, asif she had done something wrong. Regina and Robin had worked hard to make sure sheknew it wasn’t, telling her that she could come to them if she had anyquestions.

8 years later and clearly she wanted to get her answersfrom the source.

He could’ve predicted Zelena’s answers from a mileaway. She had signed off on the adoption so fast, she was out before the inkeven dried. Suddenly, everything made sense.

Regina wasn’t home yet and he wasn’t sure if he couldwait for her to talk with Evie about it, not without going crazy.

He headed up to the attic bedroom that she and Bryony shared,it had changed so much over the years and reflected both of theirpersonalities. Mixes of light pastels and bright stripes, two beds on eitherside with bedspreads that matched their respective walls. Bryony was out atbasketball practice, so Evie was alone on her bed, sketching in a book. Hewalked over to her, dropping down on the bed.

“You left this downstairs,” he said when she lookedup, handing it over. She just took it and was about to return to her book, buthe kept his gaze on hers.

“Did you want something else?”

“We should probably get different cases for our phones.”

She stiffened and lowered her pencils, pushing the padto the side. “What did you see?”

“That you contacted Zelena.” An uncomfortable silencefilled the room. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you’d be upset.”

“I’m not upset. I’m just…confused. You didn’t seeminterested.”

Evie shrugged, gnawing on her bottom lip. “We had todo a family tree project for school and of course I had you and Mom’s sides…Iguess it just got me thinking about her. Why she gave me up…maybe enough time hadpassed…so I found her Facebook information and…” She shook her head. “Look, it doesn’tmatter. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. I’m sorry about my attitudelately, I’ll be better. Can we just not talk about this anymore?”

Robin studied her face, seeing the heartbreak behindher eyes. It was the same he saw all those years ago when she found out aboutZelena in the first place. It was enough to make him want to track her down andscream at her for all the pain she had caused the family.

“What did she say to you, Evie?”

“Dad…”

“What did she say?”

Evie sighed and picked her phone back up, scrollingthrough her photos until she came across the screen shot. She had been readingit and re-reading it for day. It wasn’t very long, just basically saying thatshe had no interest in contact and that she was going to be blocking Evie so itdidn’t happen again, that she never wanted to be a mom. Robin read it allbefore looking back up at her, his heart low in his chest. It was selfishly ananswer he was okay with, he didn’t want her back in their lives. Zelena wasn’t fitto be a mother, she never was. Yet, how could be so glad when his little girl’sheart was clearly broken?

“She didn’t want me, I thought maybe…maybe she gave meup because we didn’t have a connection…”

“She never held Bryony, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“I know that now. And that makes it worse, I wastrying to put blame on my own sister of all people.”

“Hey, you didn’t mean anything malicious by it.”

“It’s just…” She let out a deep breath. “I’ve listenedto Bryony for years, how she felt rejected by Cora, how she was swapped out likea toy a kid didn’t want on Christmas. And I never got how that felt, notreally. Until I got this message and now it hurts and I don’t know how to shutthat off.”

Tears were pouring down her face and Robin couldn’t holdit back anymore. He wrapped his daughter in his arms, rubbing her back. Oneother thing he had to learn was how to comfort her and he thought he had thatdown pretty good too.

“Neither of you are rejects.”

“Why doesn’t she want me, Daddy?”

That sentence alone broke his heart. “I don’t know, Princess,I really don’t. Some people just aren’t cut out to be mothers.”

“Yet, I have a mom, who loves me and I did this.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less.” He carded his fingersthrough her hair. “And it doesn’t mean that you deserve this.”

Fumbling for the phone as she sobbed into his sweatshirt,he dialed for the pizza place, ordering her favorite. Regina and his other kidswouldn’t be back from the away game until late, so it was just him and Evie. He’ddo his best to fix this broken heart.

Teenage Evie Locksley-Mills

Olivia Rose Keegan

Teenage Bryony Locksley-Mills

Vanessa Marano

[jaclynnicole-blog]

NYC TRIP JULY 2018

Ok, so this whole trip and reason goes way back a few years...

Through my online magazine I came across a young and talented girl who had recently been a part of The Grinch Tour and was moving onto something that I nor she knew would change everything. Nicole Scimeca had announced she would be part of the newest musical that had come to light, “Anastasia” as “Little Anastasia” and “Alexei”. I immediately connected with Nicole and was able to arrange a special interview during their rehearsals before the preview of the show started at The Hartford Stage in Connecticut. I couldn’t be there in person, but I had a very sweet and talented friend Chloe Lang who was able to meet up with Nicole for the Interview at The Theatre. Little did we know, Nicole and I would meet in person a few years later. Flash Forward a little bit to when I found out “Anastasia: The Musical” was moving to Broadway in New York City! Guess who ended up moving with the show and would be part of the Original Broadway Cast? NICOLE! I was super happy and excited for her! 

Ok ok, flash forward to 2018... “Anastasia made its Broadway Debut in Spring 2017 so over a year in NYC and the show was still going strong with Nicole loving every minute of it! Summer, I would say around end of June Nicole made a huge announcement that she would be leaving “Anastasia” to move onto filming for a Netflix Series, “Messiah”. I couldn’t have been more happy for Nicole but at the same time I flashed back to Nicole’s Interview and how I came to know her, and I realized I still hadn’t see her perform in the show. Yes being in Florida didn’t help any LOL . Well, I kind of made a spontaneous and last minute decision to purchase a ticket to see “Anastasia: The Musical” just to see Nicole. $156 later and around a $300 plane ticket I was set to go. My parents thought I was crazy and for a minute I was like “what did I just do?” but my TWO Day trip to NY turned into something I will never ever forget just wait...

So although I was only going for a short time, I decided to make the best of it. Started to see who else I could meet up with the one full day I would be in THE city. Thank you to my Aunt and Uncle who let me stay with them for the two days. My NYC Trip was planned from July 4th to July 6th. 

The start of my trip was super excited packing throughout the few days before. July 4th was more exciting then ever anticipating my trip and flight (which was later that night). I headed to the airport with my parents and we grabbed a bite to eat at P.F. Changs in the airport. By the time we finished we were done in plenty of time to catch my flight, but due to weather it was a bit delayed. I didn’t mind it just meant more time to just anticipate what was coming next. The flight was a little over two hours but we didn’t end up boarding until after 9pm. I read throughout the flight... Was working on the last Hunger Games book.My flight didn’t get into New York until after Midnight. I felt so bad for my Aunt and Uncle but they were so supportive and loved getting to spend time with them. 

So by the time I got to my Aunt and Uncle’s house I got settled in and didn’t get to sleep until after 2am. I couldn’t wait until what the next day/rest of the day LOL would bring. As I got up and ready for breakfast, I wasn’t sure exactly what time I was planning to be in the city but by 11am I had everything planned, went onto get ready for the day and head to the train station. My family lives on Long Island so the train ride to NYC takes around an hour each way not bad. I had done it before and was super comfortable this time around. We literally got to the train station and purchased my ticket just in time for the Noon pick up. As I was on the train, it brought memories back to when I went into NYC for the first time alone in 2015 and was determined to see “Matilda: The Musical” (Which turned out to be my very first Broadway show in NYC). I was definitely going back and nothing was going to stop me. 

I arrived in NYC around 1pm and set off to meet some dance friends of mine at a Hotel down 54th Street. I came off the train and was around 33rd Street and headed a few blocks to make it in time. I was heading to meet some talented young dancers, one who I had met back in Florida (One of my Magazine’s Cover Girls) Lilly Nugnes and Layla Goodwin (Dancer who I had worked with online and had helped me with some Interviews for my Magazine in NYC). I was super excited to catch up with Lilly and meet Layla for the first time as our connections truly came full circle. By the time I walked over to the hotel it was around 1:30pm. We chatted for a few minutes, took some photos, and sadly Layla had to head to her busy schedule during competition (but I was super grateful to have met Layla and her wonderful mom even if it was just for a few minutes). Lilly, her mom Lesley and I headed out to grab a bite to eat. We walked into The Melting Pot and had some salads and shakes. When we arrived back at the hotel, we ended up spotting another special someone, Jordan Matter (The Dance Photographer). Lilly and I go some photos with Jordan and then we said our goodbyes. As I walked down 54th headed to 44th, where I would be meeting Nicole and where The Broadhurst Theatre/”Anastasia: The Musical” I was grinning from ear to ear just happy to be back in NYC. I was born in New York but moved early on and was never able to experience The City the way I always wanted to. I made a quick stop at one of the numerous Starbucks in The City to meet up with a friend of mine, Natoli. We caught up and snapped a photo for memory. As I arrived at Broadhurst Theatre, around 3:30pm, I took in the surroundings and snapped numerous photos of The Theatre and “Anastasia” signs. I headed to Amorino (Gelato etc.) to meet up with Nicole for the very first time. I had time to just cool off and relax before we were supposed to meet around 5pm. As soon as Nicole and her mom walked in I immediately gave each one of them a hug, took a few photos, and then we just sat and talked for a bit. I explained how special this trip was and how I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see Nicole in a show she had been a part of since she was 8 and was soon to be 11. As I explained I held back tears but was trying to take in every moment. around 5:45pm we headed to The Broadhurst Theatre and snapped a few photos in front of a few “Anastasia” signs. As Nicole walked into theatre for her call time, I met back up with an old friend to talk for a bit. Around 6:30pm we were let into the theatre, and I quickly headed to the restroom to change clothes and freshen up a bit. Once I walked into the actual theatre and found my seat, was around 8 rows back in Orchestra (Had to a decent seat to see Miss Nicole up close LOL). The show started at 7pm. Nicole started out in the first scene so it was super special. During Intermission, I stayed in my seat but was reflecting on the first half of the show and took in everything. The show ended around 9:45pm. “Anastasia: The Musical” was incredible from the costumes, to the set, the most talented cast Christy Altomare as “Anya” and the story behind it all. I do remember seeing the movie, I was so young. As I got up to head out of the theatre, I met up with Nicole’s mom and purchased a few items from the “Anastasia” Gift Shop. Once finished, we headed to the Stage Door and was let in with Nicole’s mom to get a quick On Stage Tour of the set by Nicole herself. On our way in, I spotted Christy Altomare (“Anya”) and asked if I could grab a quick picture with her. Then Nicole took me on the tour and we stepped onto The “Anastasia” Stage to take a few photos. What a special and moment thanks to Nicole and her mom. I had Nicole sign a few of the items I purchased and we headed out so Nicole could sign autographs for so many other amazing fans of the show. After we said our goodbyes I headed across the street to where “Frozen: The Musical” was and waited for the four young ladies who alternate the roles of “Young Elsa” and “Young Anna”: Zoe Glick, Ayla Schwartz, Mattea Conforti, and Mimi Ryder as I knew a few of them through my magazine and Instagram. As I was waiting, I realized I had forgotten to have Christy Altomare sign any of the items I purchased. I looked back thinking Christy had surely been gone by now 45mins after the show around 10:45pm. Christy was still there talking and taking photos with her fans. I was kind of an awe and shock at first. Christy signed and I headed back across the street to meet the girls. I was able to take a quick selfie with all four girls and was well on my way back to the train station to head back to Long Island. I waited for the next train which was around 11:35pm. On the train ride back, I had reflected on the day and couldn’t believe how fast it went and how many people I had a chance to see and meet. I had gotten back to Long Island well after Midnight to be picked up by my Uncle. I couldn’t believe the day I had and was exhausted. I fell right to sleep. The next morning I headed out to grab a bite to eat with my Aunt, Uncle, and one of my cousins Michelle. We then headed back to get my stuff and went straight to the airport. I sat at the airport a bit (we didn’t board until after 4:30 and flight took off after 5pm). I ended up arriving back home in Tampa around 7:30pm. On the ride home, I looked through some of the “Anastasia” items I purchased: One being the Big Program with many photos of the cast. I usually collect one with each Tour/Broadway Show I see so I couldn’t pass it up, although this one was super special. I turned the first page of The “Anastasia” Program and guess who was on the first two pages? NICOLE! Since Nicole was a part of The Original Broadway Cast of “Anastasia” she was in the Program! I also purchased an “Anastasia” Shirt and Key Chain. I held the “Anastasia” Key Chain in my hands and closed my eyes for a moment the second I was back home. I coulnd’t have asked for a better two days in NY. Thank you to Nicole and her mom for making my trip a memory that I will treasure forever.