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Kane & Jim #44: Sweet 116

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content: recovery, comfort, vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, fluffy compared to my usual

Kane woke up one hundred and sixteen years old.

It felt like it had been ages since his last birthday, since he hadn’t been aware of its passing since his 110th. He’d honestly thought he was older than this, back in his cell. It felt longer than five years.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in a long time, even the ones where he’d been aware of the day passing. They were a bitter reminder that his family didn’t care, after the extravagant parties he’d been thrown as a young child turned into not even being wished a happy birthday. He and Bellamy used to have their own little events, just the two of them, but those stopped after Bellamy left.

He wished he could apologize to Bellamy for treating him so badly. Kane knew he’d been a bad friend. But it was probably better this way: Bellamy had his own life now, he was flourishing, and Kane was okay now too. He had to just appreciate their childhood friendship for what it was, and accept that it was over.

Jim wasn’t his friend, certainly. Kane had abused him for years, and now he was currently held captive in the man’s house. But he was something almost like a friend. More than a friend in some ways, a god-like savior who’d dragged him out of a torturous nightmare.

He was okay. He didn’t need a friend, and he didn’t need a birthday. He just needed to be safe, and he had that, now. He smiled at the thought. His first safe birthday in five years.

Jim came downstairs with a fresh bowl of blood. “Hey, man. Happy birthday. Hundred sixteen now, right? Sheesh.”

“Oh. You remembered.” Kane said, a little shocked.

“’Course I remembered. Gotta be on top of that shit if you’re gonna be staying here. Speaking of which...” Jim held out the bowl, but it was a new one, one Kane had never seen before. A ceramic bowl designed to look like a cake, a human food he knew was traditionally used to celebrate birthdays. Jim had taught him that.

“Saw this and thought it might be fun to use on your birthdays, since obviously you can’t eat actual cake.” Jim said with a goofy grin.

Birthdays. Plural. That could only mean one thing, that Jim intended to keep him for years. Kane’s heart soared, elated. He was being promised safety for years.

“Thank you so much.” Kane gingerly took the cute little bowl. “I love it. Thank you for the bowl, and the blood, and, and for letting me stay. Thank you for all of it.” He teared up a little, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Aw, well, you were always nice to me on my birthdays.” Jim pointed out. “You always got me cake and a present. Never hurt me or anything, ‘cept for the bite, even if I was doing stuff you’d normally hit me for. It was the only time I really felt safe.”

Guilt flooded him. Jim only felt safe five days out of the five years Kane had him, and he still made every effort he could to make Kane feel safe now despite it.

“I’m glad you’re safe now.” Kane said softly.

“Right back at you.” Jim patted him on the back. “Laken’s coming over later and we’ll have a little party. Assuming that’s cool with you? There’s still time to cancel it if you’re not into the idea.”

Laken was a hunter. It was hard to get out of the mindset that humans were dangerous by default, let alone hunters, but they’d been over to visit Liz’s a few times when he and Jim had stayed at Liz’s place a few weeks ago and they’d only ever been friendly toward him. He supposed that the only options Jim had to invite to his vampire’s birthday party were them and Liz, and Liz was definitely not a fan of him.

Kane hadn’t had a proper birthday party since he was ten years old. It seemed almost childish at this point, but... unbelievably sweet.

“That sounds great. Thank you.” He held the bowl to his lips and drank.

Jim’s present to Kane served two purposes: it was something he knew the guy would love, and it would give him time to decorate. It was a strategy he had employed for Liz on multiple occasions. Give her a gift she’d have to leave the house for, then set everything up while she’s away. He could have just done it while Kane was asleep, but he wanted to make sure he actually wanted something. Jim knew he was weird about birthdays.

He had to get creative this time, since he couldn’t send Kane to the arcade or roller rink. Kane was over the moon about the fancy bath stuff Jim got him, breaking out in a delighted fanged grin.

While Kane spent what Jim was sure would be an hour in the bathroom trying out fancy soaps, he strung up some simple decorations. Some balloons, streamers, and in a moment of unprecedented genius, a ‘SWEET 16′ banner he’d drawn an extra ‘1′ into to make it say ‘SWEET 116′. He giggled as he tacked it up.

He was sure it was nothing compared to the kinds of parties hundred-millionaire vampires would throw. Hell, it’d be nothing by human party standards, the guy couldn’t even eat cake or get wasted. But hey, Kane seemed pretty jazzed about it so far.

It was a good distraction. Jim tried not to think about it, but tomorrow was the anniversary of the night Kane took him. He realized it a few minutes after Kane had told him his birthday. Was that what he was? Kane’s birthday present to himself, a shiny new human?

He pushed the thought out of his head. It didn’t matter. He didn’t want to think about the fact that tomorrow was the 15 year anniversary of the day his life ended.

Jim was glad he had the excuse of Kane being scared of Liz to not invite her: she’d definitely try to comfort him, because she knew him way too well, and then he’d have to think about it, and maybe even talk about it.

And then he’d be a terrified 19 year old boy again, back in that lonely little room in Kane’s house where nothing was safe, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.

Now Kane was in his house, and neither of them were miserable. It was fine. Though it was hard not to think about it at least a little bit, with what Laken wanted to give Kane as his present.

Kane came downstairs smelling like roses. “You weren’t waiting to put the cuffs back-”

He looked around, taking in the decorations. Another smile. Kane had been smiling a lot more these days, he noticed.

“You did all this for me?” He sounded choked-up.

“Yeah, man. It’s your birthday. First one you’ve celebrated in five years, right? Gotta do something.” Jim patted him on the back. “And no cuffs today. We can be a little lax once in a while.” Plus, there’ll be a hunter here most of the time just in case.

“One hundred and six.”

“One hundred and six what?”

“This is the first birthday I’ve celebrated in one hundred and six years.” Kane clarified. “Or, ninety-nine years if you count the little celebrations that were just me and Bellamy. Just shy of a century.”

“Fuck, man. You’re making me too sad.” Jim shook his head. Guess that explained why he was so cagey about his birthday. “Well, good thing I snapped you up before it could get to a round hundred. We’ll fit a birthday party in here for you yet.”

“Thank you, Jim.” Kane said, sounding touched. “That means a lot.”

Laken arrived shortly. Kane froze up as they hugged him, not having expected it, but relaxed once he realized they weren’t hurting him.

“Happy birthday, you little grandpa!” they laughed, glancing at the banner. “Excellent.”

“Thank you for coming.” he replied. Laken’s hug was different from Jim’s. There was no tension, no fear that Kane could sense. They just held him, carefree. He wanted it to last forever, but they pulled away to hug Jim next.

They strolled inside and turned back around. “Jimmy, get outta here. I’ve gotta give Kane his present.”

Laken didn’t appear to have brought anything with them, Kane noted with confusion.

“Y-yeah.” Jim was suddenly nervous. “Just, just come get me when it’s done.” He scurried up the stairs to his room.

Kane was growing more anxious by the second. Jim being nervous was bad, but being apart from him was worse, and being alone with a hunter even worse than that. Even if they were the nicest hunter he’d ever met.

“Chill out.” Laken ordered, patting him on the head. “Jim’s just a little sensitive about this stuff. I’m not gonna hurtcha.”

“O-oh. Um, then, then what?” he asked.

Laken held out their arm. “Go on and feed some. Double portions today, and this one’s straight from the source, nice ‘n fresh..”

Kane stared incredulously at their outstretched arm. This had to be a- a trap of some kind, it had to be.

He could still remember the searing licks of the sun on his skin, in his mouth, unable to get away, burning burning burning for an entire week, the nights never long enough to heal more than the smallest bit before the next day devastated him again. And that had been for just trying to bite.

There was no way a hunter was telling him to bite them.

“I’ll be good, s...” Kane thought about it a bit, unsure what the proper title would be for a ‘them’. “...sir?” he decides anyway. “I’ll be good. I know better, I, I’ve learned. You don’t need to test me.”

“I’m not gonna pull pranks on you on your birthday, dude.” Laken shook their head. “Or ever. That sounds about as good of an idea as pulling pranks on Jim. Maybe even worse. Nah, I’m serious. Go for it. Have a little treat.”

They were serious. Kane glanced up the stairs. “Jim’s okay with it?”

“Yup, got pre-approved and everything. Listen, if you don’t want it, I can use the blood draw and you can drink it out of that bowl Jim was so giggly about on the phone, or we can just forget about the whole thing if you wanna. It’s your call. You’re the birthday boy. But hey, I’m offering.” They waggled their eyebrows.

Blood did taste really good straight from a human. It didn’t get any fresher than that. And... it could be his test, too. He was starting to really trust that Jim wouldn’t send him back, or hurt him on purpose. If he did this, he could see if Laken is really telling the truth, and maybe he could trust them, too. If he refused, he’d never know.

“Okay. Yes, please. Um, have you ever... been bitten before?” he asked.

“Pssh, oh yeah. A billion and a half times.” Laken assured. “I’ve been hunting for like, a decade. You guys’ve got like 5 things for combat, and teeth are one of ‘em. Never been really fed from, though. But I’m curious!” They waved their arm in front of him again.

Kane was glad they were offering their arm. He was sure that Jim would have an intensely negative reaction to seeing his mark on Laken’s neck.

He nodded trepidatiously. “Please let me know if you want me to stop.”

He bit into their forearm, sweet, delicious blood flowing into him. The base taste wasn’t as good as Jim’s abnormally-delicious blood, but it was so fresh that it truly was a treat. He had already had a meal today, but he fed enough for an entire second meal. It was his birthday, after all.

When he was done, he licked the wound closed. “Thank you. That was, that was wonderful.” He waited anxiously for their reaction.

“Haha, so weird. Glad it did it for you.” Laken said casually.

They’re really not mad. They’re not going to try to punish me.

“I’m gonna put a bandage on this so Jim doesn’t flip his shit.” they added. “You wanna go get him? Knock first.”

“Okay!” Kane agreed, invigorated by his apparent success. He jogged up to Jim’s room, initially minding his ankle chains before realizing they weren’t there, and knocked.

“Jim? It’s done. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Jim opened the door, looking a little less than okay, but not awful.

“I-”

“If you’re about to say you’re sorry, can it. It’s your birthday and you didn’t hurt anyone. Was it nice?” Jim asked.

Kane was surprised by how he’d predicted what he was about to say so easily. He guessed Jim just... knew him better than anyone else, at this point.

But that street went both ways. Seeing Jim look all nervous, he was suddenly reminded that he’d taken Jim the day after his 100th birthday.

“It was nice. Thank you for allowing it.” He hesitated, hoping he was saying the right thing. “Um, I know that tomorrow is probably... an uncomfortable day for you. I’m sorry. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do? Like if you want me to stay downstairs or something.”

Jim startled a bit, then smoothed his hair down. “I dunno. I kinda just wanna do everything like normal. Don’t wanna make it weird or anything.”

“Okay. Whatever you want.” Kane agreed.

“Hey, did Jim faint up there or something?” Laken called.

“C’mon, don’t turn into Liz, I’m not that fragile! I wasn’t even the one who got bit!” Jim called back. He bumped Kane on the shoulder, racing back down.

Kane laughed, following behind him.

sorry i’ve been slacking on posting new chapters / november was kind of a wash! you can expect a lot more activity in the latter portion of december.

drabbles posted in between #43 and #44:

Drabble: Mirror

Drabble: Fuck you

also started K&J x MMSS, a series of crossovers between my guys and the guys of Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset! there’s like 30k words of writing in there now

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henriiiii-1001old · 1 year ago

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tmc fairy tale au!!!

SO this is actually a concept i had a few months ago that i never rly expanded upon.

first, let me explain the basics:

i assigned different tmc characters to different fairy tales, but they all exist in the same universe.

Adam - Rapunzel Evelin - Snow White/Flynn Rider Jonah - Little Mermaid Sarah - Gretel/Daughter from The Juniper Tree Mark - Hansel/Stepson from The Juniper Tree Cesar - Frog Prince Thatcher - Lumberjack guy from Red Riding Hood Ruth - Red Riding Hood Dave - Father from The Juniper Tree Six - Gothel Gabriel - Stepmother from The Juniper Tree Preacher - The Sea Witch Stanley - The Candy Witch Alt!Thatch - Big Bad Wolf

next, some art i made for the au!!!

and now, huge lore dump! >:)c its gonna be long so buckle your seatbelts LMAO

so, the main plot of this au is basically that adam has been stuck in a tower in the middle of nowhere for almost 21 years. he had been raised by six, who is actually a witch set on taking over the kingdoms that surround the nearby areas (aka the counties). one day, six it out doing stuff, and while he's gone prince evelin (yes she's a prince bc fuck it) ends up finding the tower. she decides to climb it out of curiosity.

she ends up in a standoff against adam, but to try to deescalate things, they introduce themselves to each other. all of a sudden before they could talk more, adam hears six coming back and hides evelin in a nearby closet. evelin sees adam and six get into a fight abt adam wanting to go out into the world for once, but six is all "you're not ready" and it just gets really bad. all until six lovebombs adam and leaves again to get something for adam's upcoming 21st birthday.

evelin had exited the closet as six left, and she's like "you let him do that to you?" adam is like "uh yeah? he always does? i dont see them problem" and evie starts making adam question everything. she promises to take adam into the world but return him by night in case six came back. they'd also stay near the tower just in case as well.

cut to jonah's pov! he's a simple merman wanting to be a part of the human world! he sees evie and adam having a lot of fun and wishes he could join them. his dad (yes, if jonah is the little mermaid, the fucking mervin marshall is the king by proxy DCFVGBHNJ) is all like "nuh uh too dangerous, especially with most of the witches residing on land anyway" and jonah is like "FUCKING BET!"

he goes to the sea witch, preacher, and asks for legs and talks about seeing adam and evie hanging out! and preacher is like "im sorry WHO????" bc she knows that adam shouldnt be out and about. she makes jonah promise that as part of the deal, he must return adam to six in three days time, otherwise he'll turn back into a merman. he quickly agrees, and the whole deal is made. preacher does go tell six about this, and while he freaks out at first, preacher is like "it's ok dude i got this. i got a client to promise to return him home as part of our deal. you're fine m'dude."

jonah ends up on land and tries teaching himself how to talk while finding a cloth to barely dress himself with. adam and evie do eventually see him and they're like "yo who tf are you?" and while jonah cant talk, they do find a way to write to each other and they become friends!!!!

they do also eventually meet sarah at some point, and oh b o y does she have a backstory.

SO, in order to explain her backstory, let me explain the story of "the juniper tree" (copy pasted from discord LMAO)

"so a mother is peeling apples under a juniper tree and accidentally cuts her finger. the blood drips onto the snow on the ground, and that (somehow) grants the woman's wish to have a child as white as snow and as red as blood. she dies after giving birth to her perfect child, and the father soon remarries, having a daughter of her own.

she loved her daughter but hated her stepson and abused him every day and is all "i want my daughter to inherit your father's money." she then leads her children to a chest of apples one day. she lets her daughter pick an apple from the chest, but when her stepson came to pick one, she slammed the chest on his head and decapitated him.

she then set it up to where the same thing would happen again but the daughter would be there to witness it all, and her mother would gaslight her into thinking that she murdered her own brother. she then literally turned her stepson into soup and fed him to her husband. the daughter was so grossed out and distraught the entire time, but she couldn't rat her mother out. she ended up burying her brother's bones under the juniper tree.

then, he reincarnated as a bird and sung a song to some townspeople to convince them to help him get revenge on his stepmother. he gathered a golden chain for his father, red shoes for his sister, and a millstone to crush his stepmother. he reveals himself to his family and they live happily ever after."

here's the changes i made to the original story:

instead of just the mother dying, both of mark and sarah's prents die, and now they are in the sole custody of dave

instead of having the caretaker marry someone, dave asks his friend "o'brien" to help raise mark and sarah

instead of the stepmother dying, it is revealed that o'brien was actually the great mage gabriel trying to steal something important to their plans that dave just so happens to have

and thats it CFVGBHNJM. gabriel does try and come back every once in a while to coax gabe into either letting them come back or trying to make dave give himself up for sarah's sake.

cesar's story is also p cool imo! he is the prince of bythorne and evelin's cousin! they got along great when evelin was younger, but that stopped once cesar disappeared.

this was caused by him saving mark and sarah from the candy witch, stanley, who had lured them in to specifically kill mark. cesar saw what was going on and saved the two of them before it was too late.

later that night, stanley decided to be a petty bitch and curse cesar into being a frog so he wouldn't be able to save anyone else from her or her sisters' (in which six is her like. brother but i'll explain why later LMAO) plans. cesar hid in the shadows of mandela kingdom's palace for years since then.

since cesar's disappearance, evelin had wanted to take the role of prince to honor him. she also used it as a way to not have to be trapped inside the palace walls and coddled. she ended up still feeling stuck anyway, which led to her sneaking out to travel through the woods, which ofc led her one day to find adam's tower.

at some point (if anything this would be after evie and adam meet and stuff), evelin finds cesar in his frog form on the windowsill of the guest room he would regularly stay in whenever he would come to mandela to visit. he finds that she isnt revolted by his new appearance and is actually willing to help him out!

he explains that he learned that most curses can be cured by "true love's kiss", which in storybooks was always seen as romantic. he had always viewed evelin like a little sister, so he felt that he was hopeless.

that was until evelin thought of a loophole, since the stories never explicitly said that it was romantic, she would try to break the curse purely through the love she has for him as her cousin. she kisses the top of cesar's head, and cesar has returned to his human form!!!

...well, somewhat. the curse had altered his human form due to it not being broken for years on end, so cesar came back deformed. his limbs were too long and half of his face was always covered by a dark shadow. cesar did freak out about this, but evelin assured him that he'll always be her cesar, no matter what he looked like.

evelin and cesar explained the situation and cesar was finally returned to bythorne. he did write a letter a bit after wards telling her that he has resigned from his princely duties to become a princess! maybe it would help him not have to struggle with the expectations of needing to be brave and bold, and it would be a thank you to evelin for taking his role as a prince!!!

speaking of evelin, let's go back to her for a minute. so, i had also put her as snow white, but we haven't really seen her fulfill that role yet. weeelllll...

at some point in the story, six finds evelin alone in the forest and offers her to take a bite of an apple in exchange for knowledge about adam and his past. the thing is, evelin HATES fruit so she's like "ewww do i have tooo" and six is like "if you really wanna know, then you gotta."

evelin agrees and bites into the apple. it tastes so fucking gross, but she feels like she was to swallow it to finish her end of the deal. once she swallows, the pieces suddenly cling onto her throat, choking her in the process. as she struggles to breathe, six begins to tell her who adam truly is.

adam is a regular boy who six took as part of a deal made by his parents. lynn had been getting pregnancy cravings and wanting the rapunzel frm the neighbor's garden. she made jude retrieve them for her, but it wasn't enough. eventually, jude got caught by six and agreed to give up their firstborn child in exchange to continue taking the flowers.

once adam was born, lynn and jude were killed by six, and he took adam away to raise him as his prodigy. as a catalyst for the witches' plans.

as six is explaining all of this to evelin, she is trying her hardest to take him down with her. fuck the info he's giving her, he tricked her, and now he has to pay. she swings with all her might but falls in vain. her vision goes black as six walks away from her dying body...

there's probably a "mother knows best reprise" moment here and six is all like "oh you might wanna go save your friend if you care about her so much" and adam freaks tf out. she's desperately trying to think of something to help evelin.

eventually, the group remember's cesar's story with "true love's kiss" and they're like "fuck it let's try that". adam, while literally sobbing, plants a small kiss on her forehead and prays for her to wake up.

while this is all happening, evelin ets visited by mark's spirit. he basically hypes her up and is like "you got this girlie!!!" and she wakes up after adam plants his kiss on her. she starts to choke again, but adam helps her with it and heimlichs the apple out of her throat. she's finally able to breathe, and the group celebrates.

however, the happy moment doesn't last for too long. jonah does eventually return adam to six behind evelin and sarah's backs, but afterward he feels so guilty for it. they literally sacrificed one of the first human friends he's ever made for legs. how stupid is that? they eventually go to sarah and evelin and they quickly figured out what happened. while evelin goes to the tower to save adam (with help from a certain spirit), sarah and jonah confront preacher.

there is gonna be a plot abt preacher almost taking over the seas, but jonah and sarah do eventually take her down and retrieve jonah's voice. and yes, sarah gets to see that jonah is a merman and she's actually like "YO WAIT YOU GUYS ARE REAL???" and jonah is like "UH YEAH?????"

and yes, adam does eventually escape as well, but i dont have those details either so ye :')

that's the main plot at least! i do have a subplot for thatcher's pov tho! more copy paste from discord

"thatcher and ruth are friends and live nearby each other. ruth usually helps out w raising mark and sarah, though mark by this point is dead so dave DEFINITELY needs help. he and sarah havent been taking his death well, especially since dave literally ate mark’s remains without knowing. and sarah feels guilty enough for being gaslit into believing that she killed mark.

so ruth is about to go to dave’s place and has to walk through the forest to get there. she eventually meets what seems to be a very friendly wolf. she is a little weirded out by it, but she eventually tells it how dave lost mark and that she’s helping out! and the wolf is like “oh thats cool! i wish you luck on your journey. though i must say, these flowers smell beautiful! maybe you should pick some and take them to your dear friend!” and as ruth collects flowers as the wolf suggested, it found thatcher nearby and took his appearance to take a visit to a particular dave lee." ...

"she gets to dave's place who has been escorted out by the wolf/alt thatcher, right? so he's like "dear friend, why don't you rest! you've spent all day walking here, and you should be able to rest" aaaaand he tries to turn her into a werewolf but then thatcher comes in and is like "AYO TF YOU DOING TO MY BESTIE????" and he and the wolf fight. thatcher ends up getting bitten but is able to ward him off with his axe that was laced with silver just in case. so ruth is saved, but overtime thatcher feels more pain surge throughout his body and just kinda. turns one night.

unfortunately, he ends up killing ruth. alt thatcher tries to take this as an opportunity to maybe make him join the witches, but thatcher ofc refuses and makes a break towards dave's house. thatcher ends up telling dave what happened, and dave is okay with helping him hide it as well as hiding his newfound lycanthropy

sarah overhears this convo and becomes EXTREMELY angry at thatcher bc ruth was helping dave raise her after mark died. she was basically the mother figure sarah had always wanted, and thatcher took that away from her."

that's it for plot!!! now for some witch shenanigans >:)

so the witches are basically all the alts who usually practice shapeshifting magic to like. deceive others and all that jazz. ive made it a running joke that six is technically the only guy there FVGBHNJ

like, stanley is fem, preacher is female, alt!thatcher is copying thatcher who is transfem in this au, and gabriel dresses fem. six (and by proxy adam) is literally the only guy there DCFVGBHNJ

i am. running out of energy but i think that's everything for rn. hope you enjoy this au though!!!! ive put a lot into it <33333

#mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #evidence reel #tmc fairy tale au #long post #dont think i'll have enough tags for characters but i dont mind LMAO #implied abuse trigger #face horror trigger #body horror trigger #eye contact #a2t

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workingforthewidow · 1 year ago

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‘Sweetest of the Sunflowers’

This started off has an HC list of the Sinclairs dating twins but then it took on a mind of its own and now its over 25K words and I have no end in sight. So I’ll post a portion every couple days! Title inspired by Sun to Me by Zach Bryan you don’t have to listen to understand but I think it fits the way the story is heading :)

Summary: Twin sisters Catherine (Katie) and Caroline end up in Ambrose after their car breaks down on their drive from Georgia to California. Bo convinces Vincent they should keep the girls and make them their wives. A twin for each twin. Will the girls escape? Will they learn to live their new lives? Will they even survive?

I have a post where I kinda give some insight on certain aspects (ex- I hc Vincent ‘can’ talk but doesn’t like to and why) here

This is for 18+ only minors DNI just go watch the movie with your parents permission.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it.

So welcome to the first chapter of this story!

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Bo couldn’t hold back the smirk when they walked in the shop. Two beautiful twins. They were identical with the same dark chocolate hair and hazel eyes that seemed almost green in the lights but they were different- one had her long hair down and following freely in wavy curls looking lost in space as she wandered around his shop while the other had half her short hair pulled up in two buns and was trying to explain what was wrong with their car looking very focused on getting back on the road. “Well doll it’ll take me a while to go over everything. Why don’t you go on up to see the town jewel. House of Wax, just go on in I know the owner you’re safe.”

“Okay. Thank you so much. Come on, Caroline.”

“But Katie, why can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to walk anymore.” The one with curls, Caroline complained. Caroline, pretty name for a pretty girl.

“Just come on. This is your fault anyway. I can’t believe you have never taken your car to get checked.” Katie huffed out grabbing her twins arm pulling her to the door.

“Well sorry some of us weren’t so far up dad’s ass to learn all the special shit about cars, Catherine.”

“This is basic knowledge Caroline, don’t go full name on me. Let’s go.”

She was finally able to pull her out the door and towards the museum.

He knew what was wrong with the car it needed oil- from what he just heard hadn’t been changed in a while or maybe ever. But he had no plans on fixing that anytime soon. He made his way through the underground tunnels to find Vincent, “Vinny you ain’t gonna believe what little slices of heaven just fell in Ambrose. Walking through town like angels.” He said forcing Vincent away from his work and up to the museum so they could watch the girls.

“Oh my god this stuff is creepy. It’s like a house full of dead people.” Caroline said with a disturbed look.

“1. Be nice someone worked really hard on these. 2. They aren’t creepy they are cool. The artist is so talented.” Katie scolded her sister and continued to admire the art.

The boys continued to follow them around the museum until they had seen everything. Suddenly Caroline gasped, “A puppy! Look, look! Hi puppy.” A black and white dog trotted over to where the girl had squatted down. “Oh she’s so cute. Do you think she lives here?” She looked up to her sister.

Katie sighed softy almost a laugh and bent down with her sister, “Probably, she seems content here. She probably belongs to the owner of the museum.” She looked at the dog’s collar, “Jonesy, that’s a cute name.” She scratched the pup’s head before Jonesy licked her arm, “A sweet baby too.”

The girls loved on Jonesy a few more minutes without noticing the watching eyes on them.

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The boys went back to Vincent’s studio under the museum.

“So what ya think? We could keep them. I’ll take the curly hair and you can have the other one. She seems to appreciate what you and Mama do.” Bo looked at his twin who had already started getting back to work. Vincent shook his head and continued working. Sure the girl was beautiful and it was nice to have someone besides his brothers say nice things about his art. But he could never live a normal life like Bo or Lester could.

“Come on, Vinny. I think its time we find us some girls. Get to work making Ambrose full again.” Bo wasn’t backing down.

Vincent scribbled fiercely on a notepad and thrust it at his brother, ~Do whatever you want. Maybe Lester wants the other one~.

“Nah, it’s perfect for us. Twins and twins. I know you think she’s pretty.” Bo said tossing the notepad back letting Vincent write out his reply.

~How do you expect this to happen? How is it going to work?~

Bo read over the replied and chuckled darkly, “Easy. Knock ‘em out. I’ll bring mine back down under the shop and you bring yours back here. They gotta listen and cooperate eventually if they want anything.” Of course Bo’s plan was by force. Vincent thought it over knowing his brother wouldn’t back down. It would be nice to have someone has his own. He had been alone for so long since Mama had died. And if this girl liked his art than maybe she could learn to like him, even love him.

He finally turned fully to look at Bo and nodded his head.

“Well damn that took less convincing than I thought it would. Okay they should be back at the shop by now looking for me. Just gotta get behind them and grab.” Bo smirked and started walking away with Vincent trudging behind.

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‘Oh no the cute car guy is gone.’ Caroline thought as she and her twin walked in the door before speaking out loud, “Where’d he go?”

“Maybe he’s in the back or something. Let’s just stay here and wait. Then we can keep going. We’re almost halfway to the coast.” Katie said stepping back looking around for any sight of the mechanic, Bo he had said his name was. Then she heard what she thought was a footstep behind her. “Did you hear th…” before she could finish her question a rag was held up to her face and a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. The rag smelled funny and her eyes grew heavy before she went limp in the arms holding her.

“Hear what?” Caroline was about to turn around to face Katie when hands grabbed her from behind clapping a rag over her face too. She tried to scream but nothing escaped as she too grew tired before everything went black.

#slashers #house of wax fic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfic #slasher fic #slasher fanfic #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #brian van holt #house of wax #Jonesy being perfect as always #Jonesy will become the main character #I’m kidding #maybe #i love Jonesy

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xbunny-k · 2 years ago

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The Actor & I: PART TWENTY-EIGHT – Anastasia? Are You Ok?

This is part TWENTY EIGHT of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

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Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: *this next entry will discuss an abusive relationship (emotional and physical) can DM you a recap w/out that part of the story if you need!* Possessiveness, smidge of misogyny, Smut, Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

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The next few days at work fly by as I’m busy preparing to be out of office for over a week to travel to Memphis with Austin, Baz and a few other people from Baz’s team. By the time it’s Friday night, I regret making plans tonight with my friends, but it’ll be good to see them and decompress from work a bit. I change into a black dress after getting ready for the night with my friend Nicole. I’ve been drinking a bit while getting ready and decide to take some pictures and actually post on Instagram, which is not very on brand for me. I giggle posting the photos thinking they’re a bit risqué of me in a mini dress on the bed, but who cares.

A few hours later, we’re leaving dinner with a group of friends and head out to a club, which is not my thing at all, but it’s for our friend Justin’s birthday. Awhile after being on the dance floor and drinking a bit, I decide to sit down and check my phone. As soon as I see the notifications, I feel like I sober up a bit. 3 texts from Kelsey, she’s with us, why is she texting me? 5 texts from Austin, I….

I decide to open Kelsey’s texts first since it’s weird she’s texting me since she’s with us, but she runs over to me before I can read them. “Ana, did you see what I sent you?! Why is he commenting on your Instagram. Like he deleted it, but still,” she screams over the music pulsating through the club. “What,” I yell back at her. She points at my phone before sitting down next to me. Her texts look panicked starting with, “OMG!” to “ANA!!!” and then finally a screenshot of my Instagram. Austin had commented a red heart emoji. I feel myself blush but try to hide it from my best friend.

I then realize I had texts from Austin. I rush to open them but try to shield them from Kelsey who is right next to me.

“Ok, I went to the grocery store and you’re going to think I’m crazy for how much stuff I bought.”

“I know we’re hanging out tomorrow, but what are you up to tonight?” “Your post…you look really great.”

“Where are you headed tonight?”

“Sorry for all the texts, I started drinking with some friends and…I just wanted to talk to you.”

I smile at the last one because I too want to talk to him. I kinda miss him even though we spent a lot of time together this week… As I’m deep in thought about texting Austin back, I see the last person I would ever want to see. What is he doing here? I need out of here.

I feel Kelsey grab my arm and I look at her. It’s the look best friends know what it means right away, “No I’m not ok, we need to leave.” She nods and grabs her purse and I follow suit, but as we’re getting up, my ex, Brandon, approaches me and leans down whispering into my ear, “Oh hey, Anaaa. You look good.” I roll my eyes and nod as politely as I can while gripping onto Kelsey’s arm for dear life.

I look over at my friend Justin and yell over the music, “I’m sorry to leave early on your birthday, but we’re gonna head out!” He comes over and whispers in my ear, “I don’t know why he’s here; I don’t even know the last time I talked to him…” I shrug and hug him as I try to make my way out. Before I can get away from our table, Brandon comes up and tries to pull me away from Kelsey. Kelsey pulls me on the other side of her, placing herself between me and my ex as she shouts at him, “Not tonight, Brandon. Just leave her alone.” Apparently, this is loud enough to get a bouncer’s attention as a bouncer makes his way over to us. I make eye contact with the bouncer and then look at Brandon and it seems the bouncer understands as he goes to ask Brandon to leave.

Kelsey and I try to leave the area, but with a rope tying off the area, we get a little stuck. Brandon comes up behind me following the bouncer and says loudly for anyone to hear, “You look good for a slut. Anyone want an easy time? Look over here.” I try to hide myself out of embarrassment for the scene he’s causing and to hide my expression from Kelsey. I don’t want her to see he still has the ability to make me feel so small. We broke up a while ago after I finally realized he was being abusive to me and it’s taken me time to heal, but his words still hurt. Kelsey pulls me out and before I know it, we’re in an Uber headed to my place.

Once we get back to my place, she offers to come up, but I just tell her I’m tired and gonna go to sleep. I promise to text her the next day and then head upstairs. The minute I get inside I slide down the other side of the door and just burst into tears. It’s not so much what my ex was yelling, just the place it brought me back to. I work so hard to not think about my past and anything that happened with Brandon but seeing him and feeling his grip on my arm. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag and pull it out. It’s just Kelsey letting me know she got home and to call her if I need her. I gasp for breath in between tears and switch from my messages to the phone call screen and before I know it, I’m waiting for an answer.

Eventually, I hear Austin say, “Anastasia? Are you ok? It’s so late.” There’s no way he can’t hear my tears as he then just asks, “Are you at home?” I nod and realize he can’t see me nodding, but I cannot bring myself to stop crying as I just whimper out, “Yyy-es.”

He firmly responds, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 15 minutes, ok, Anastasia?”

In what feels like no time at all, Austin arrives to my apartment and softly knocks on the door. I’m still sitting on the floor right against the door, so I just slide up and open the door. Austin is in a t-shirt and sweat shorts and his face falls as soon as he sees me. “Oh, Anastasia, what’s wrong,” he asks as he walks in my apartment and closes the door behind him. He pulls me in immediately into a hug and whispers, “It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He kisses the top of my head and guides me to my room. “Do you wanna take your shoes off and I’ll get you something comfy to wear,” he asks, but I grab his arm. “Don’t go, please,” I quietly beg. I slide out of my heels and lay down on my bed. Austin sits in the space next to me and I can feel him looking at me trying to figure out what to do or say.

Ana, you need to say something. He isn’t your boyfriend, but you called him and begged him to come over.

I tune my thoughts out as I don’t have the energy to be thinking about work or what Austin actually is to me. I just needed my friend who would be there for me without question. Kelsey wouldn’t judge me, but she would just tell me to wisen up and not dwell on it. She’d be right, but I just need to let the emotions out. I can’t bottle up how much seeing my ex and feeling his skin on mine, even if just a brief second, hurt me. It took me back to such a dark place.

While my head is spinning, I realize Austin has gotten up from the bed. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna get you some water,” he says as he bends down to me and rubs my cheek softly with his thumb. I nod and he hurries out to my kitchen. I see him come back towards my bedroom, but he goes into my bathroom. I try to relax my mind and calm myself down to stop crying. I can feel my tears streaming down my face, but I finally am able to catch my breath and feel the sobbing stop.

Austin appears at my side crouched down facing me. He has some Tylenol and water held out for me, which I gladly take. He takes the water glass and offers me a make-up removing wipe, which makes me giggle. “There she is,” he smiles softly at me. I take the wipe from him and sit up a bit to take my make-up off. Once I’m done, he caresses my face with his thumb and says, “Much better.” I can feel more tears coming as I lay down again and I quietly ask, “Come lay down with me?” Austin with zero hesitation slides out of his shoes and is laying down opposite me. He wraps his one arm around me and uses the other to rub my arm. He quietly asks, “Anastasia, do you wanna tell me what happened?”

I sigh and quietly say, “No, but I feel like I owe you an explanation.” He turns me around so I’m facing him, and he says, “You don’t owe me anything. We can just lay here until you fall asleep, ok?” I nod and stay laying facing Austin. I run my fingers on his chest over his t-shirt. His eyes darken quickly, but as I look up into them, they soften back to their normal icy blue and he softly says, “Everything is gonna be ok, Anastasia. I got you, just go to sleep, baby.” I don’t have the energy to fight him on calling me baby, but I can feel my body react for a moment. I get so caught up in my thoughts…

He’s just a friend… but why is he calling me baby? Why did he rush here in the middle of the night? I was ignoring his texts and he came to me immediately when I called… Why is he looking at me like that? I just want to kiss him…

In order to stop from thinking so much and doing something I regret; I decide to open up to him. “I was out with some friends and my ex was at the same place,” I start to say quietly. Austin’s eyes look at me with such focus, like he isn’t just focused on what I’m saying, but how I’m saying it. “We broke up on pretty bad terms… at first, he was my everything. My first boyfriend and my first…well everything. Brandon started out great, but then he was a bit controlling and would lose his temper with me, but just get angry. Then he’d start grabbing me too hard or shoving me, but he’d always apologize like it was an accident,” I continue, and I look away from his eyes. “I remember the first time Brandon hit me, he apologized immediately. I thought I was done right away. But he was so apologetic I took him back a few days later. But then he just kept doing it. He’d hit me or shove me, apologize and we’d move on before he did it again. He started just demanding I stop going out with friends and I really never saw them for months. I had just turned 19 and he took everyone away from me,” I say as I look back up at him.

Austin’s eyes are locked on me, and I can see anger in them. He looks so hurt and I feel bad for unloading this on him. I think he can sense my thoughts as he says, “Anastasia, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to keep going if you don’t feel comfortable. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re at home. You’re safe. I have you.” I look down from his eyes that are locked into mine and he reaches down and grabs my hand. I look back up at him and he quietly says, “I’m always going to make sure you feel safe. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop you from seeing him tonight.” I squeeze his hand and say, “I want you to know everything. It’s important.” He looks deep in my eyes, like he’s trying to get in my head to know what I’m thinking. He nods and I continue, “I was in class one day and ran into Kelsey, who immediately knew something was off. I didn’t look like myself, I was weak and just drained of any visible life, pale, thin and just no light in my eyes. It was summer, but I was wearing long sleeves and pants. She got it out of me that he was just hurting me, but she didn’t need to know anymore.”

I start to cry and Austin pulls me into him as he strokes my hair and says, “Anastasia, you’re so brave. You’re out of that time in your life and you’re so loved. You have everyone here for you and you’re safe.” I start to cry even harder. He barely knows me, but knows what I need to hear to be comforted… I bring myself to stop crying and continue, “I spent months living with Kelsey after she helped me just load up my stuff and never even say anything to Brandon other than ‘I’m leaving.’ I changed my number, stopped using social media and just learned to be myself again… My friend group, which was also his friend group, stopped hanging out with him. I really had a clean break from him once I regained my sense of self.”

Austin looks deep into my eyes as he pulls me out of our embrace and says, “I’m so happy you were able to do that for yourself. It’s why you so strong willed, you can really do anything you set your mind to. It’s why I like being around you so much. Anastasia, thank you for telling me.” He pulls me back into him and I grip my arms around him as we’re laying in my bed, on top of the covers and facing one another. I feel so much lighter after telling him all this; like he really knows the real me now. It’s ugly, but it’s what made me the person I am. “He’s the only person I’ve been with and just hearing him say things about me… just really affected me and I just had to come home,” I whisper, and I can feel his body tense up. Austin says, “Anastasia, don’t worry about anything he has to say. I’ve got you.”

#austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #fan fiction #fan fic

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infinityactual · 3 months ago

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Ngl, being (apparently exactly) half your age is fun because making people about my mom's age feel Old is enrichment for me (love u, have a nice day)

Hey man I love feelin old.

It's funny, growing up undiagnosed autistic and adhd in an abusive, authoritarian household really messed up my perception of what growing up is like. I have since officially cut contact with my abusive family (they didn't even react aside from signing the registered mail receipt lolololol) but even before that, I often thought a lot about what its like being in my thirties.

(Brief mentions of assault and abuse below he cut, nothing detailed just mentions as examples for context. This got a little rambly, I've had a lot on my mind regarding age the last few years.)

And being that old? It's. Not different. The phrase 'the more things change, the more they stay the same' never really made sense to me as a kid, but it hits home nowadays. I'm still me, but between growing and learning as I age and the realization that I'm probably not who I was told I was, it makes sense. I change. But I stay the same. It's like adding extra paint to a canvas. It's still a canvas, but there's more to it now. It will always be a canvas, but it's a canvas that is also different than it was before. It's changed, but it's the same.

My mom is one of those people who (literally at times) beat into me that if you got assaulted or raped or murdered, it was somehow YOUR fault for being too stupid or dressing too provocative or some other bullshit reason, and that I was sooo trusting and sooo stupid that I would probably end up dead before I hit 25.

And being on the spectrum and adhd and...well, a fuckin CHILD, I believed it.

It took three therapists and a psychiatrist, plus pretty much everyone I talk to going "Uh hey [x] isn't normal, that's abuse and you probably have [y] issues" for it to really sink in that my mother was wrong. That happened in 2020, right at the start of lockdown. Almost 5 years later and I still get kicked in the head with past traumas. I'm still sorting everything out. It's gonna take a while.

But I'm 38. Over a decade past the age when I thought I'd be dead. And only this year after deciding not to let the trauma and bad memories surrounding my birthday did I really understand how fucked up it is to fully expect to be dead at a young age without any sort of preexisting issues going on (it's also not a good way to live if you DO have medical issues that could kill you, but that is not what I'm getting into today).

I still feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it's not a 'my death could happen any second' feeling, it's a more insidious 'what if my death comes from my spouse, whom I love and trust implicitly?' thing, with an added feeling of anxiety because on bad brain days I try to look for red flags where there are none.

And the real kicker: that sort of trust was already violated when I was a toddler, possibly younger, and kept being violated till I left home.

It's a lot to think about. Like several boxes of puzzles all dumped on the floor at once. I pick through the pieces, sometimes things click, but mostly it's just a mess.

But I am glad I lived. I'm glad that I am still here to prove that I'm not 'too stupid' to survive. I like being the server dinosaur on Discord. I like being there for younger folks who went through or still are in the shit. Cos I'm proof it gets better. I'm proof that abusers are liars and so are the mental problems abuse instills in a mind. They're liars that tell you horrible things. I argue back. I have gotten into the habit of responding to the thoughts in my mother's voice yelling at me by telling her she can fuck off.

She can fuck off and I'll still be here loving the same shit I did in school. In fact, things I loved have been coming back to me. I'm still me, but I've changed. The only thing adult about me is my age and that I have bills and taxes. I've cultivated patience. Learned that I was never wrong to give kindness and expect it in return. I've grown. And I love being old.

#ty for the ask o childe of tumblr #really been going through it lately #but i'm getting there #idk where 'there' is but i'm goin'#i dont feel nearly forty i still feel like me #harass me for my age whenever u like i'll roll with it bc its a good 'fuck yeah!!!' thing for my brain #like hell yeah i survived!! fuck you!!#actual rambles

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year ago

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Buck x Tim headconnons

I feel like they would be a good duo

Buck can fight, but he's just retired to fight. Just tends the Bar he owes

They will both beat peoples asses, if they fight together

Tim makes fun of Buck for being old, but Buck doesn't get mad he lets it slide

If its Buck's b-day, Tim will steal him little gifts (Buck gets mad at Tim for stealing but is thankful for the gift)

If its Tim's b-day, Buck will let him have free beer (only on his birthday)

Tim dares Buck to fight him, but still losses to Buck anyways 😂

When Tim is having a bad day, he will go to Buck's bar and spend there all day till he's drunk (maybe will often tell Buck about his bad day, and Buck will try his best to comfort him) I thought that will be cute♥😭

Since Buck has a dog (I feel like it should be a girl and her name should be pig) But Buck's dog loves Tim and Tim loves her back, he loves playing with her and she loves playing with him

One time Buck was laughing at Tim, because he was getting attacked by Pig while playfighting, and she accidentally bit Tim so hard he ended up having a scar on his neck (ofc Buck took Pig off Tim, but Tim was hurt so badly he couldn't talk right for a few week😭)

Tim wasn't mad at Pig, but was mad at Buck for laughing at him💀 (its fine if u don't like the whole idea)

When Tim's car isn't working and he need to go some places, he would steal Buck's car and Buck finds out, gets really pissed at him for stealing his car

Speaking of Buck's car, Tim like riding with Buck when he's running errands (Tim's passenger princess😭 Buck is forces to buy him stuff) 💀

Sorry for writing so much. And sorry if you don't like some stuff I put down. But I would love to see what you come up with. (I love your headconnons there so awesome! I wanna know what you put for THESE TWO. And its them being friends not lovers I swear😭)

This is the same person that asked for the "Buck Merrill headconnons" just letting you know. :D And you know that Buck is my favorite character. :D I also loved what you wrote for him, and thanks for taking your time writing about him. Now I wanna know for this one. :D

OOoOo i actually dont see many ppl talk about buck n tim so id b happy to talk about it!!!

perhaps buck will b my third fav caribbean man of the outsiders one day

•i see them as business partners and friends!!! not exactly THEE closest of friends, but friends nonetheless!!!

•so like,,,both of em r black,,,,both got 4c hair,,,perhaps they share tips n tricks on how to maintain their hait🗽🗽

•i can totally see buck w cornrows, tim probably did it for him as a “thanks for letting me hide out here while the cops searched for me and patching me up”

•tim can braid hair thanks to practice on angela and curlys hair btw i feel like i should announce that

•tim absolutely does make fun of buck for being old even though it’s literally by a few years buck is so sick of it, ESPECIALLY when tims drunk, ur so real for this hc anon

•for tims bday he definitely abuses his free beer privileges n takes some home, if he can get it for free and not have to pay later he’s DEFINITELY gonna b on that

•buck doesnt rlly fight anymore but he for sure isnt rusty, hes the bartender AND the bouncer let that b known☝🏽☝🏽

•buck MIGHT join in on a rumble if tim RLLY needed the backup but thats a huge might

•AT FIRST pig was fucking terrified of tim, like she would run away from tim, but tim gave her some food ONCE and now she loves em

•sometimes when buck and tim get together for business reasons tims just petting pig cause fluffy dog goes brrrrr

•inspired by my dog but sometimes pig just takes tims hand and literally forces the guy wherever and tim wants to hate it but pig is a cutie so he lets it slide<33

•LIKE I SAID caribbean men, buck prolly taught tim some trinidadian creole english while tim taught buck some haitian creole #culturalkingswowiezowie

•if tims having a bad day or is just bored and doesnt rlly wanna go home he just goes to bucks bar to pick someone up or drink a bit hes not a busy man EVERY day surprisingly

•rlly when it comes to buck, if darry cant rlly relate to him he knows that buck will to some degree!!!

•ALSO ALSO hc that when tims locked up or gets arrested, he calls for buck to watch over angela and curly, cant have them without a guardian now

BUT YEA THIS IS WHAT I COULD COME UP W ON THE WHIM hope u liked it anon🫶🏽🫶🏽

and thx for liking the hcs :D!!

#tim shepard #buck merril

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gen0c1de · 1 year ago

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I got my first tattoo!

A longer post about the details of my experience and whatnot. Hopefully a bit of a stress/anxiety relief for those who are getting their first tattoo and want some form of reassurance. <3

I'm 19 years old, and in the state of Michigan in the US, idk what tattoo laws are anywhere else, but when you turn 18 years old, you're considered a "legal adult" although you can't legally purchase nicotine or tobacco nor can you purchase or drink anything alcoholic. Can't go into a casino or even rent a vehicle. But I digress.

The tattoo I got is in memory of my father who passed away July 12th, 2017. Just a few minutes shy of my 13th birthday... so that was fun to wake up to. He had an all black tribal armband tattoo around his left upper-arm, which was his dominant arm, and it wasn't finished because it hurt him too much to finish the underarm part.

I was gonna get his tattoo or something close to it on my left upper-arm, but I have an implant where the tattoo would be so I chose to have it mirrored and put on my upper right arm, my dominant arm.

I was nervous as fuck and I was low on iron at the time so I was twitching like hell, so that didn't help calm my nerves or anxiety about it getting messed up. The outline didn't hurt and he did the underside of my arm first because that part is a bitch to do last cause of how sensitive the area already is. So adding on it being tender from doing an outline would've made the ordeal WAY worse. I likely wouldn't have been able to get it finished so it would have been unfinished like my dads was lmfao.

The filling part of the process was decent in the beginning, it only really hurt when he would have to go over the same spot multiple times to get it filled, much like when you color in a book or on paper, you have to go over the same area a few times to make sure its all even and complete. So when he reached the back of my arm it was more painful because it had an hour untouched, so the newly sore areas were being abused again.

It wasn't as painful as I had expected though, I'm a bit of a cry baby when my body actually LETS me cry and I surprisingly didn't cry, so the anxiety of me crying and embarrassing myself went away after a while. I did flinch a time or two and I apologized a lot throughout because I wanna be a good client and I don't want the artists to have a bad impression of me so when I go and get another tattoo they won't be annoyed that they have to deal with me.

The artist was super cool and talked to me every now and again and let me rest my arm when I had to have it above my head so he could do the underside. He said if I needed a break to let him know and complimented me on how I barely reacted in the beginning and how, although I was shaking from adrenaline, my right arm was perfectly still for him. He did grab, pull, and stretch my skin some and I had a large bruise but it didn't hurt, just looked weird for a few days.

When it was peeling it was SO HARD to not pick at the skin... I ended up picking some off and so there's a couple little places that are discolored, but if I make an appointment to get it touched up within the next 3 months then the touch up is completely free, so that's a plus! I'll make sure not to pull at the skin when I get it touched up...

Also, it's at the itchy stage. It's so hard not to scratch it... so if anyone has any tips or pointers on what to do, that would be great... cause I can not ignore it... I have ADHD. If it bothers me, I will focus on it and won't be able to distract myself. If I do manage to forget about it, my brain will suddenly be like: "Yo, remember how itchy it is? Wonder if it still itches like a motherfucker." and then the cycle repeats.

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The Serpent's Tongue - Part Three: Truth

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen

Rating: E (cw dubious consent, implied childhood sexual abuse & grooming)

Summary: Rhaenyra is the only daughter of oil billionaire Viserys Targaryen and loves nothing more than to inspire trashy gossip headlines.

When her beloved uncle returns, she is overjoyed but finds that her father and stepmother (and former best friend) Alicent are reluctant to welcome him home.

Word Count: 5.8k | Part 3 / 3

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THAT’S HER UNCLE? Daemon and Rhaenyra Get Hot and Heavy

Casual observers would not be blamed for thinking this was just another couple grinding on the dancefloor at Skandal’s debut last night. But if you look closer, you might see some family resemblance.

A bartender, who wishes to remain anonymous, also reports that they went to the bathrooms hand in hand and stayed there for some time.

While we may not know for sure what happened in that bathroom, we can assume is that something isn’t quite right in that family.

The next morning, Viserys knocked on Rhaenyra’s door. When Rhaenyra opened it, he stood a little awkwardly in the doorway before saying, “Alicent’s worried about you.”

Rhaenyra sighed and turned away from the door. “I’m fine. She reads too much into things.”

He stepped into the room, following her to the window. “She thinks you’re being too flippant about the way the public sees you.”

“Because ‘the public’ is stupid,” Rhaenyra retorted, knowing she sounded like a teenager but not really caring.

Viserys sighed. “I know it hasn’t been fair to you to grow up with so much media scrutiny,” he said. “But if you’re gonna take over the company someday, you need to be a little more responsible.”

She whirled around to look at him. “I always assumed Daemon would take over after you,” she said sharply. “I’m not sure how the shareholders would react to a female CEO.”

“I’ve been reconsidering.”

“He’s been running the European branch for years,” she said. “I assumed that was– I mean, I know you two had a disagreement or whatever, but…”

“A disagreement,” Viserys said.

“Look, I don’t care about the specifics of it,” Rhaenyra said. “I’m just glad he’s back.”

Viserys looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Right,” he said. “Good talk.”

Rhaenyra waited until he’d left, then made a beeline for Alicent’s rooms.

“You could just talk to me yourself, you know,” she said as she burst inside. “Not make my dad do it for you.”

Alicent looked up from her book, sitting on the window seat. She carefully slipped a bookmark between its pages and laid it down beside her. “I thought you’d listen if it came from him,” she said.

Rhaenyra flopped into the seat across from her. “I’ve always gotten myself into the tabloids,” she said. “Why do you have a problem with it now?”

“Because your father is finally considering you as his successor,” Alicent said. “And I don’t want you throwing that away just to–”

“Have fun?” Rhaenyra suggested.

“And,” Alicent continued. “There are things… things I think you may have forgotten. About Daemon.”

“What are you talking about?” Rhaenyra asked.

Alicent sighed. “Do you remember the day after your fifteenth birthday?” she asked gently. “You came over and you wanted to tell me something, but you didn’t. You were acting really weird.” She paused. “I didn’t believe my father when he kept talking about Daemon’s ‘sexual depravity,’ I just assumed he didn’t like him, but you were clearly upset about that night.”

Rhaenyra shrugged. “Okay?”

“Do you remember what you wanted to tell me, Rhaenyra?” Alicent asked.

Rhaenyra thought back. That party was a bit of a blur. She’d managed to have alcohol snuck in – averilla, wine – and had partaken of it excessively. “I dunno,” she said. “That was a while ago.”

Alicent took her hands. “Please, Rhaenyra, what did he do?”

“What did who do?”

“Daemon,” she said, like it was obvious.

Rhaenyra pulled away, standing up. “Daemon?” She backed away a few steps, head whirling. “What do you mean Daemon?”

Alicent searched her face desperately, then slumped back in her seat. “I guess it was too much,” she said. “Too much for you to remember.”

“Ali,” Rhaenyra burst out. “I know you’re super fucking repressed or whatever, but you can’t just assume I’m the same!”

Alicent stared at her like she had just been slapped.

“And maybe if you got out from under your dad’s thumb for just a second, you’d know how psychotic this all sounds!”

“I’m not repressed!” Alicent exclaimed.

Rhaenyra laughed. “Ali,” she said. “You’re gay. I know you’re gay; deep down, you know you’re gay. And your dad sure as hell knows too. Why else do you think he was so focused on the ‘sexual depravity’ of it all?”

“He’s old-fashioned,” she protested.

“He’s a bigoted asshole who’s using your desperation for his approval against you,” Rhaenyra said. “He made you marry my dad!”

“I thought that we had established that I did that because I was a ladder-climbing gold-digger,” Alicent countered.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. “I was fifteen and you were my best friend, what else did you expect me to say?”

“I expected you to let me explain, like I’m trying to do now.”

Rhaenyra sighed. “Okay,” she said. “Did you marrying my dad have to do with Daemon too?”

“A little bit,” Alicent said, continuing over Rhaenyra’s exasperated sigh. “If I was in the house, I could make sure nothing was happening. And I’d have some sway with your father if there was.”

“Yeah, I’m sure ol’ Otto was real concerned about–”

“Those were my reasons,” Alicent said. “Yes, my father wanted the power and the money. I only agreed so I could keep an eye on you.”

“Yeah, well, a fat lot of good that did,” Rhaenyra said. “Daemon moved to Europe like a year later, so…” She trailed off when Alicent just looked at her, with a mix of pity and concern that made her snap, “What?”

“Why do you think Viserys made him leave, Rhaenyra?” she asked, voice gentle.

“You poisoned him against his brother?” Rhaenyra asked in disbelief. “I’ll bet your father dearest was thrilled.”

“I didn’t ‘poison him,’ I just opened his eyes to the truth,” Alicent insisted. “I think he always sort of knew, but just didn’t want to believe it. But he couldn’t deny what was before his eyes.”

“Which was what exactly?” Rhaenyra asked. “Nothing fucking happened back then. It’s not like he raped me.”

Alicent pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know that’s not the only thing that– How do you even know if you can’t remember–” She sighed. “He was always so– so weird with–”

“Weird with me? So we’re back to that extremely specific accusation.” Rhaenyra stood up. “I’m meeting Daemon for dinner,” she said. “And if anything happens, it’s none of your fucking business because I’m a consenting goddamn adult.”

She stormed out of the room, leaving Alicent close to tears. She closed her eyes and crumpled back into the window seat.

KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY?: The Old Secret that Generations of Targaryens Tried to Cover Up

Digging into the family tree of the Targaryens reveals some twisting branches that they don’t want you to know about.

Alicent went out to the gardens to find a place she could be alone. The house was always bustling with people and even after seven years, she had never gotten used to it. She found a secluded bench overshadowed by a huge willow and sank down onto it. The sob she’d been holding in bubbled to the surface and she buried her face in her hands.

She knew she shouldn’t blame herself but did so anyway. Before marrying Viserys, she had been Rhaenyra’s friend for years and she was older and she had always thought how Daemon acted around her was weird. But whenever she asked Rhaenyra about it, she had shrugged it off. The reaction had comforted her, until it hadn’t. So when her power-hungry father had suggested she ‘get close’ to Viserys, she had seen it as an opportunity to see if her suspicions were true.

She hadn’t thought she would actually marry him, no matter what her father wanted. She also hadn’t thought her suspicions would be true.

But they were, so she did.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Viserys. They actually got along rather well. But he was a bit stubborn, a trait that evidently ran in the family, and refused to believe her when she had told him her suspicions. But he had started to observe them, as she had. The touching. The way Daemon looked at Rhaenyra. The whispers in High Valyrian that Alicent hadn’t been able to understand, but Viserys could.

One night, after Rhaenyra had used the word for penis – hynga – Viserys shattered a lamp in their bedroom. “It’s my fault,” he said, sitting down on their bed. “I was grateful when he started teaching her High Valyrian. If I had just taken the time to do it myself, he wouldn’t have been able to use it to get close to her.”

She sat down next to him, hand on his knee. “You can’t blame yourself,” she said gently. “No one would want to suspect family of something like this.”

“If he– If he–” Viserys couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“We don’t know how far he’s gone,” Alicent said. “I think we should leave that to the police.”

“What? No,” Viserys said.

“What do you mean no?”

“Police means reporters and I will not have her life ruined over this,” Viserys said.

“Her life’s already–” she began to insist, but then sighed. “She’d never say anything against him anyway.”

So Viserys had offered Daemon a choice: stay and be exposed or leave.

Daemon had scoffed and Alicent had placed a hand on Viserys’s shoulder to stop him from leaping out of his chair and strangling him.

“You’d never go to the press about this,” he said. “Rhaenyra would be caught up in it too.”

“I’ll take that chance if it gets you out of this house and out of her life,” Viserys said, nearly shaking with rage.

“So, you believe the accusations of your gold-digging trophy wife – fed to her by her father, no doubt – over your own brother?”

“I believe my own eyes and ears.”

Daemon considered that, then nodded. “Very well, brother,” he said, and a smile ghosted over his lips. “Rhaenyra will be sorry to see me go.”

“She’ll get over it,” Alicent said.

He looked at her. “I suppose I should say goodbye.”

“The no-contact starts now, Daemon,” Viserys said. “You will leave tonight.”

And he had stayed away for six years.

Alicent didn’t know why he had returned. Either Viserys didn’t know, or he didn’t tell her. What he did say was that Daemon had called his bluff.

“He told me to tell the cops and the papers,” Viserys said the night before Daemon had walked in the front door. “That he didn’t care.”

“So do it,” Alicent insisted. “Call his bluff.”

Viserys shook his head. “I’ve just begun floating the idea of naming Rhaenyra as my successor with the shareholders,” he said. “This coming out now would be disastrous. Besides,” he added hesitantly, wincing slightly as he spoke. “Maybe he’s over it now. Rhaenyra’s not a child anymore.”

That last sentence came back to her now in the garden, and it echoed Rhaenyra’s words earlier: I’m a consenting goddamn adult.

Alicent was not the most well-versed in the law, but she got the feeling that this would be a hard sell. They had no proof of what had happened before, and even if Rhaenyra remembered, she would never testify against him.

She heard footsteps and quickly wiped the tears away as she looked up. It was Harwin, who stopped when he saw her.

“Oh, sorry,” he said and began to turn away. “I’ll just–”

“Wait,” Alicent said. “Harwin, you and Rhaenyra are close right?”

Harwin looked at her uncertainly. “We haven’t slept together if that’s what you’re asking,” he said quickly.

“No,” Alicent said. “I just mean, she talks to you. Confides in you?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” he said. “What’s this about?”

“Has she ever told you anything about Daemon?” she asked.

He hesitated again. “I’m not sure I should be sharing–”

“Please,” Alicent said, gesturing at the bench across from her and he sat down, still looking uncomfortable. “You didn’t start working here until after Daemon left,” she said. “So you… never saw what he was like with her back then.”

“Oh,” he said, realization dawning. “Oh, god.”

“What has she said to you?” Alicent asked insistently.

“Last night when she came home, she came to see me, to…” He hesitated. “To talk to me. She was, I dunno, she seemed kinda off. And then she asked me if it bothered me that she ‘might’ve been with her uncle earlier.’”

“And what did you say?” Alicent asked.

Harwin closed his eyes and shook his head. “I said it was none of my business since she could take care of herself,” he said. “Oh, god.”

“You didn’t know,” Alicent said.

“SHE JUST WANTED HIM:” Rhaenyra’s Former Fling Says She Only Had Eyes for Uncle

Our source wishes to remain anonymous, but we will tell you that he’s quite a looker. But when he and Rhaenyra Targaryen engaged in a casual sexual relationship as teenagers, he noticed that he didn’t seem to do it for her, and after spending some time with her and her family he realized why.

“It was kinda weird, the way they acted around each other,” he says. “Always touching. Basically flirting constantly. It made me really uncomfortable.”

Rhaenyra stood in front of her mirror and sighed. She looked back at the three dresses she’d narrowed down. “Fuck it,” she muttered and grabbed the white one with the lowest neckline, non-existent back, and highest side split.

Daemon was waiting in the foyer when she came down the stairs. He didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes raked over her body and Rhaenyra revelled in it a little. This was what she had wanted after all. This was why she had worn this dress.

“Gevie,” Daemon said when she reached the bottom. Beautiful. It brought her back to her thirteenth birthday, his fingers ghosting over her neck – yrgos – as he closed the clasp of the necklace. She shivered a little at the memory.

In the back of the limo, Daemon’s hand started on Rhaenyra’s knee – ybon – then moved progressively higher. He was telling some story about a Belgian heiress’s poodle, but all Rhaenyra could concentrate on was his fingers firmly wrapped around her thigh – pore – pushing the split of her dress even higher.

She knew Jasper couldn’t see that, but he could certainly see the flush that had begun to creep up her chest and neck into her cheeks.

When they pulled up to the restaurant, his fingers were nearly brushing her panties. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to get through even the appetizers if he kept up like this.

Cameras flashed as they stepped out onto the street and Daemon kept Rhaenyra close to his side as they entered the building.

Evidently, he had anticipated Rhaenyra’s impatience, because instead of going into the restaurant, he turned toward the elevators that led to the hotel rooms above. He pulled a key card out of his pocket.

“I was thinking room service,” he said.

She nodded, clinging to his arm as they stepped into the elevator. As soon as the doors slid closed Daemon pressed Rhaenyra against the wall, mouth on hers, hot and insistent.

“This fucking dress,” he growled against her lips, hands sliding up the satiny fabric that clung to her curves to palm her breasts.

“I thought you’d like it,” Rhaenyra breathed.

“I like it almost as much as I’d like it off you.” He glanced at the elevator’s number screen, which blinked past floors seven and eight. “I should’ve booked for a lower floor,” he groaned.

Rhaenyra pressed soft kisses to his jaw and neck as the elevator continued to rise.

As soon as the door opened, Daemon all but dragged Rhaenyra out into the hallway. His hands were on her as though magnetized, on her waist and back and arms, only leaving to unlock the door.

She pushed him inside, mouth on his again. He pushed the door closed and locked it. As they manoeuvred to the bed, his fingers found the zipper on the side of her dress and unzipped it. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and the dress slid off her body to the ground.

Rhaenyra shivered a little as Daemon’s hands slid down her shoulders, palmed her breasts briefly, and then went down to her hips. He sat down on the bed behind him, pulled her close and kissed along her hip bone. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and looked up at her as he slowly pulled them down, breath hot on her skin.

Then he knelt down and helped her out of her heels, gripping her tightly so she didn’t fall over, pressing kisses to her thighs throughout.

So when he sat on the bed again, she wore nothing but the necklace he had given her. He trailed a finger up her stomach, between her breasts, to the necklace, and then up to her mouth. He traced her lips and murmured, “Obūljās.” Kneel.

So she knelt, holding his arm for balance, eyes fixed on his. Her heart fluttered in anticipation, and she pressed her thighs together.

“Sȳres riñus,” he said. Good girl. “Aōho laeho lēdēs se reglo drāmmā.” Close your eyes and open your mouth.

And she did, feeling herself settle into an almost dreamy mindspace. All she could feel was the carpet under her knees, the necklace at her throat, and Daemon’s body heat in front of her. Everything else was secondary.

There was the clink of his belt, the sound of his fly opening. She heard a slick sound and he sighed softly. Then she felt his hand grip the back of her neck and pull her in closer. She opened her mouth wider and felt him press inside – hynga, penis. She made sure to breathe through her nose like she was supposed to and grasped her own wrist behind her back.

Daemon groaned at the feeling and Rhaenyra was tempted to open her eyes to see him. But she didn’t. She kept her jaw loose as he grabbed her hair like a ponytail and pressed himself in deeper. Daemon pulled out and pressed in again, slowly at first, then faster. She grasped her wrist tighter, clenched her eyes tighter, and worked to stave off the urge to gag.

She was good at this; he had told her so. She had practised to be good. Because this was a special thing. Daemon had told her so: “When we do this, it means I trust you. You want me to trust you, don’t you, princess?”

He came with a groan, fucking her mouth a few last times as she swallowed over and over again. “Sȳres riñus,” he moaned as he pulled out of her mouth, sighing when she sucked him clean as he did so. He released her hair and touched her face gently.

“Yne jurnēs,” he said – look at me – and Rhaenyra’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, searching his eyes for approval.

He smiled, so she smiled, and he leaned down to kiss her. “Drēje sȳz riña ynot iksā,” he whispered against her lips. Such a good girl for me. “Drēje sȳz riña iksā.” Such a good girl.

Rhaenyra felt like she was floating on clouds as Daemon lifted her into the bed. He kissed every inch of her body, hands soft as he pulled her close, refamiliarizing himself with her. He trailed his tongue down her collarbone, then took her nipple into his mouth. Rhaenyra gasped softly as he sucked on it, his hand reaching up to fondle the other.

Nothing was beneath his notice: he kissed the small flame tattoo on her ribcage that she had gotten the day she turned eighteen, as well as the scar from the time she had totalled her car. “I’ve missed your iemny constellation,” he said – stomach – lips buzzing against her skin as he traced the formation of freckles on her stomach. He sucked a hickey at the place where her hipbone met her thigh, so close to where she wanted him that her hips bucked involuntarily. He smirked up at her and lightly scraped his teeth over the now-reddened skin.

Then he finally – finally – pushed her legs apart, but before he settled between them, he said, “Aōho reglo drāmmā,” – open your mouth – and had her suck on his fingers. It was almost unnecessary though, because as he slid them between her folds, he found her almost embarrassingly wet.

Except it wasn’t embarrassing. Daemon had told her that. It was human. Real, messy, and human. That was why you had to trust to do this.

He pressed one finger into her, and she squirmed a little. He pressed kisses to her inner thigh as he pulled and pressed inside her, watching her face intently. Then another finger. And another. Soon he had her sighing and moaning his name as she bucked her hips trying to feel more. Then he lowered his mouth to her clit – that oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves – and began an unrelenting assault on it with his lips and tongue and teeth.

Rhaenyra was moaning an almost continuous stream of words, a mix of English and High Valyrian, her hands fisting the sheets and head thrown back against the bed. She writhed as he brought her closer to the edge, voice going breathless. “Kepus, kirimvose,” she gasped. Uncle, please.

She didn’t see it, but he smirked against her skin and then sent her tumbling over the edge.

Rhaenyra came hard, the coiled-up tension between her legs springing loose. She hardly noticed when Daemon rose to a kneel between her legs, but certainly felt it when he pressed himself inside her. She was hardly past her orgasm when he began to fuck her. Everything felt heightened – the movement, his size – because she was still sensitive, and he gave her no chance to recover.

“Yne jurnēs,” he said – look at me – as he snapped his hips against hers. “Aōho gevio laeho yne arrī.” Show me your pretty eyes.

She only just managed, and her gaze was hazy and unfocused.

Daemon smiled down at her. “Ñuhos sȳres riñus,” he said. “Ñuhos sȳres dārilaros.” My good girl. My good princess.

She babbled to him about how sensitive she was, how she could feel every vein of his cock, how it kind of hurt but it was good, it was good. And it was probably a nonsensical jumble of English and High Valyrian, but he looked down at her like he was happy with what she said, so she was happy.

When he came, he came on her, her stomach and her breasts. He looked down at her body, now painted with his cum and looked pleased.

“Gevie iksan?” Rhaenyra asked, breathless and dazed. Am I beautiful?

“Gevieje iksā,” Daemon said – the most beautiful – and leaned down to kiss her softly.

They showered together and Daemon’s hands never left her once. Under the spray of the hot water, he fingered her again, telling her he liked how she looked when she was oversensitive. So Rhaenyra said she liked it too, if he liked it, even when her next orgasm almost hurt more than it felt good. But Daemon’s hands were on her, holding her up against him, so it was okay.

Then he had her sit on the counter by the sink so he could brush her teeth and her hair, just as he had always done before. Rhaenyra closed her eyes and let his gentle hands take care of her.

When they cuddled under the covers later, he sucked a hickey onto her chest, high enough so it would certainly be seen. And when she told him this, he smirked.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

As Daemon slipped off to sleep, uncertainty began to broil in Rhaenyra’s stomach. His arm held her tightly to him and she began to feel like she couldn’t breathe. She carefully slipped out of his grasp and tiptoed to the bathroom, where she was once again confronted by her reflection. She stood there, frozen, bare feet on the cool tile floor, staring at her naked body in the low light. Her breath came and went harshly, so quickly that she felt lightheaded and had to reach out the stabilize herself on the sink.

Images and feelings and words flashed through her mind. Memories? Dreams? She wasn’t sure.

Averillo. Wine.

Aōho reglo drāmmā. Sȳres riñus. Open your mouth. Good girl.

Daemon carrying her, giggly and drunk to her bedroom after her fifteenth birthday, away from the furious eyes of her father.

Aōho laeho lēdēs. Sȳres riñus. Close your eyes. Good girl.

A tight pinching pain between her legs.

It’s about trust, Rhaenyra.

They wouldn’t understand, Rhaenyra.

It’s our special secret, Rhaenyra.

Her gasping breaths turned into sobs and she crumbled to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. And she didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. Daemon loved her. He was one of the only people who really did. He had always been there for her – and even when he hadn’t, it was because her father had sent him away. He understood her like no other.

“Rhaenyra?” she heard him say from the other room. A light flicked on, and the bed creaked. “Rhaenyra, where–?”

Rhaenyra looked up and saw Daemon standing in the doorway. He quickly knelt down in front of her, taking her face gently in his hands. He searched her eyes, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“What is it, dārilaros?” he asked softly. Princess.

“I don’t– I don’t know,” she hiccoughed.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, pulling her to his chest. “Everything’s okay now.”

She focused on his breathing, matching it and slowly feeling herself relax. When she had calmed down, Daemon gently kissed her cheeks and sat down in front of her.

“Was it too fast?” he asked uncertainly. “Should we have waited?”

“No,” Rhaenyra insisted quickly. “That’s not it at all. I was just– My fifteenth birthday.”

“What about your fifteenth birthday?” he asked gently.

She hesitated. It was all so hazy in her head. “I’m not sure– Alicent, she…”

“Did Alicent say something that confused you?” he asked.

Rhaenyra nodded slowly. That made sense.

He pulled her close again. “I’m sorry for leaving you with them for so long,” he whispered into her hair. “I should’ve come back sooner.”

“It’s not your fault,” Rhaenyra said, holding him tight.

Daemon gathered her up and carried her back to bed, where he tucked her in and kissed her forehead sweetly. And Rhaenyra fell asleep in his arms, feeling at peace and totally happy for the first time in a long time.

It was four in the morning and Alicent was frantic. She and Harwin had intended on talking to Rhaenyra when she returned from dinner with Daemon, but she still wasn’t back.

“Maybe they went to a club after,” Harwin said from where he sat on the couch.

Alicent halted her pacing to look at him. “She’s hardly ever out this late unless she’s–” Her mouth twisted at the thought.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Harwin said.

“I shouldn’t have argued with her,” Alicent said, mostly to herself.

“You were trying to help,” Harwin said. “Look, why don’t you go to bed? I’ll wait up.”

Alicent shook her head. “No, you should go,” she said. “I shouldn’t have asked you to– This isn’t exactly part of your job description.”

“I’m not here as an employee,” he said. “I’m here because I care about Rhaenyra.”

His words hung in the air and Alicent looked at him curiously. “Then why did you always turn her down?” she asked.

“She was looking for a hookup.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t.”

“You would be good for her,” Alicent said gently.

“Let’s focus on one thing at a time,” Harwin said. “I’ll make some more coffee.”

TWISTED TRYST ? Daemon and Rhaenyra Spotted Going into Hotel Together

These images from last night show Daemon and Rhaenyra entering the Silk Hotel & Restaurant. But instead of an evening of dinner and cocktails, they headed straight for the hotel elevator with the closeness we have come to expect from them.

Read the analysis from our body language expert on page 17.

CRYING UNCLE : Amorous Sounds Heard Coming from Daemon and Rhaenyra’s Hotel Room

We do not use the i-word lightly, but we can’t deny the evidence. An employee at the Silk Hotel, who wishes to remain anonymous, tells us what she heard from the joint room of Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen: “I mean, it sounded like they were fucking. I’m 100% sure that’s what it was.”

Rhaenyra woke up slowly, wrapped in the warmth of soft blankets and Daemon’s arms. Sunlight filtered in between the curtains. She turned her head to look at Daemon and smiled. His face was soft and his chest rose and fell in the slow rhythm of sleep. She rolled over so she faced him and reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair out of his face. She saw so many similarities in their faces. The high cheekbones, strong nose; she ghosted a finger over each. His eyelids fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily at her.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Morning,” she whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly. Then he pulled back and just looked at her, a soft smile on his lips.

“What?” Rhaenyra asked.

“Have you ever heard of Johnny Cash’s definition of paradise?” he asked.

Rhaenyra blushed a little. This morning, with her, having coffee. “What about the coffee part?” she asked.

Daemon shrugged. “What does he know,” he said and kissed her again when she laughed. “Coffee wouldn’t hurt though,” he said. “I’ll call for some.” He got out of bed, pulling on his boxers.

Rhaenyra laid back in bed, watching him and playing with her necklace. She caught a glimpse of Daemon’s face in the mirror when he turned away from her. His gentle contentedness had been chased away and replaced with tight worry.

“What is it?” she asked, sitting up.

He turned around, smiling again. “Nothing,” he said, unconvincingly.

She pulled the blankets up to her chest, crossing her arms over it.

“He’ll never forgive me for this,” he said, face falling again. “He barely let me come back before.”

It hurt her to see him like that, so Rhaenyra got out of bed and went to him. “So we won’t go back,” she said, taking his hand in both of hers. “We’ll run away.” She smiled up at him. “We can go wherever we want.”

He smiled a satisfied smile and pulled her close. “I think that’s a great idea,” he said and kissed her.

“I just need to grab a few things from home,” Rhaenyra said, turning away and fishing her dress from where it lay on the floor.

“No need,” Daemon said, catching her arm. “We can buy you whatever you want.”

Rhaenyra looked at him, about to ask him why he was insisting on this, when he sighed.

“Alright,” he relented. “Get what you need, and I’ll get us a plane and meet you back here.”

He helped her into her dress and heels, lips brushing her skin softly and reverently. He smiled at the sight of the hickey clearly visible on her chest. “See you soon,” he said, kissing her one last time before she left.

Alicent heard the crunch of a car on gravel and shot to her feet. “Harwin,” she said as the door opened.

Harwin blinked blearily, slumped over in a chair. “What–?”

“She’s here,” she hissed, hearing heels click across the foyer.

They rushed out of the room and there she was, in a little white dress and heels, hair a little messy, and, as she turned toward them, Alicent saw the hickey on her chest. Alicent stopped in her tracks. This, more than anything else, confirmed what she had feared.

“Where have you been?” Alicent demanded.

Rhaenyra blinked at her. “Out,” she said.

“All night?”

Rhaenyra almost laughed. “This isn’t the first time I’ve done that.”

“Are you okay?” Harwin asked, a few steps behind Alicent.

“Yeah,” Rhaenyra said slowly, looking between them, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m so sorry about what I said before,” Harwin said, dark eyes full of concern. “I had no idea… about what happened before.”

Rhaenyra looked at Alicent, jaw clenching. “Really? Him too?” she asked. “If you could stop spreading lies about Daemon, that’d be great.”

“He took advantage of you–” Alicent began, voice deliberately gentle.

“And you need to remember it isn’t your fault,” Harwin interrupted.

“He’s your uncle,” Alicent said. “He’s known you since you were a baby.”

“So?” Rhaenyra said. “My dad’s known you since you were like eleven.”

Alicent sighed.

“He made you feel special right?” asked Harwin, who had spent the night doing research. “Like he was the only one who really cared?”

Rhaenyra looked at him. “Yeah, he cares about me,” she said. “What a monster.”

“And he told you that that was what people who cared about each other did?” he asked.

Her shoulders slumped a little. “What–? I– He–” she stammered. “You’re trying to confuse me.”

“We’re worried about you,” Alicent said, stepping forward and taking her hands.

“Just think about it Rhaenyra,” Harwin said. “Why would he want to– I mean, why would he–”

“Why would he want me?” Rhaenyra snapped.

“That’s not what I was gonna say.”

“Daemon was right,” Rhaenyra said, pulling her hands out of Alicent’s grip. “I shouldn’t have come back here.” She turned away and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Alicent asked.

“Europe!” Rhaenyra tossed over her shoulder. “Or maybe the Caribbean.”

Harwin caught up to her, grabbing her shoulder. “Rhaenyra, please,” he begged. “Don’t go with him.”

Rhaenyra leaned in close to him. “Guess you missed your shot,” she said and shrugged him off, wrenching the door open. “Don’t bother writing,” she said to Alicent. “If you want to know what we’re up to, check the tabloids. I’m sure they’ll love us.” She stepped out onto the front steps and slammed the door behind her.

FAM ON THE LAM : Daemon and Rhaenyra Skip Town Together

Daemon and Rhaenyra’s Love Nest in Madrid – No Comment from Viserys

FAMILY HOLIDAY : Daemon and Rhaenyra Catch a Tan on the French Riviera

Viserys and Alicent Break Their Silence: “He Stole Her Away”

“HE GROOMED HER” Media-Shy Alicent Speaks Out Against Brother-in-Law Daemon

Rhaenyra Targaryen Doesn’t Care What Anyone Thinks, and Proves It with Some Not-So-Family-Friendly PDA

Daemon Shrugs Off Sex Tape with Niece: “Who Do You Think Leaked It?”

IN THE FAMILY WAY: Did Daemon Get His Niece Pregnant?

IS IT DRUGS? Rhaenyra Can’t Stop Losing Weight

WHERE WILL THEY GO NEXT? Countries Where Uncle-Niece Incest Isn’t Illegal

#[ the serpent's tongue ]#hotd #house of the dragon #daemyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x daemon #my writing #mine

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letterstobojack · 2 years ago

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IT GETS EASIER.... it really does.

Hey Boj,

Hehe,well anyways my whole life I've dealt with depression,alcoholic/abusive mother,suicidal thoughts/self harm,in and out of foster care,and just horrible family and "friends" around me. I dealt with a negative mindset or" rain cloud" over my head & heart which made me emotionally numb to care about myself and others,just hating myself the most. I got into my dads custody around 15 after my mom abandoned me(while we were living in a halfway house and shelter that we eneded up in because of her addiction)at 14 just few weeks shy of my birthday,which put me in foster care for the 3rd time,my dad smokes pot so he had to drop pot for a full year right then and there till he got full custody of me. I love my dad hes just very narcissistic,and abusive when hes angry which is a lot, but hes sadly all I have left. I was still depressed,I was diagnosed with PTSD from everything I endured with my mother,btw I've been diagnosed with adhd,depression,panic and anxiety attacks, and in therapy since I was 5yrs old. So I already had a track record with my mental health and now I had literal abandonment issues. I started to self harm I didnt want to live,I felt that I wasnt worth it,anyways fast forward a year into being with my dad we had to move cause the people we rented from lost their house to gambling issues,so we saved up money n left, but while were between places I'm working my hardest to graduate early which i did so we didnt have a reason to come back a whole county over every day. After we finally moved in and I graduated I had an online friend recommend ur show to me,I almost clicked off after the first epsiode not gonna lie,but I stuck thru it because if people just left after the first time with me they wouldn't get to know me or even be in my life. I stuck through it,had just turned 18 I didnt work for the first 6 months of being 18 through out those 6 months I watched all the 4 seasons that were currently out over and over all day, everyday. Why?cause I fell in love with ur show,and needed to understand it more,I didnt understand some episodes till like the 10th time watching. In the words of Wanda"some things take time". I related to you so much,bojack,from unloving,neglectful parents to just wanting to be something and people to like you even in your self destructive behavior. Feeling nothing on the inside or nothing on the outside. When you started you're brand new attitude or BNA, it really inspired me,but it really hit me when you went back to look for CuddlyWhiskers. When he said " takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are, and even longer that it doesnt have to be that way. Only after you give up everything can you begin to find a way to be happy." . That really hit me hard,its like a flip switched in my body,I seen things on the other side of the glass for once. I "woke up" sorta.... I realized i am more than my sadness or pain. I smoked a lot of pot and eventually went cold turkey and sober from everything. I wanted to find myself,care for myself, care about me the way I so sadly craved for others to care about me. I started my BNA. I wanted this for me and only me,cause I'm the only one that needed to matter in my world not others. Call me selfish but for the first time in my life I was happy. It took so long for me to truly see how miserable I was,and longer to see the option was always there for me to flip the script. Thank you so much,ik in life we naturally grow in our minds,but I dont think without ur show I wouldn't of clicked so soon or at all to be honest. I didnt think there was someone or anyone who could see things how I did or do. Let alone a talking horse who stands on his own 2 legs and stars in his own movie with a on and off cat gf/agent in the town of Hollywoo. Thank you for being real,raw,and such a genuine display of emotions,nothing was sugar coated things were hit head on. I dont self harm anymore,I rarely have any anxiety or panic attacks,I'm definitely not depressed anymore, I somehow see the cup half empty n half full at the same time. I guess it keeps me sane knowing theres bad and good,and that those options are there and you have to make the beat of which ever you are handed with. Thank you Bojack Horseman,Princess Carolyn,Todd Chavez,Sarah Lynn,Diane Nguyen,even ....ugh Mr.Peanutbutter *face palm*. You all made this show amazing,and this show made my life easier and understandable for the first time. This show did something for me that Doctors, Therapists, prescriptions,religion, family,friends, the system never did for me. This show helped me and most importantly showed me to help myself. Thank you so much!!!! I can not even begin to explain my gratitude for this show and the characters lasting effect on my heart. You saved me from the tar I let myself fall into. I was able to see that light at the end of the tunnel. I've shared what I learned with others and saved some friends IRL and online from the tar that effects us in life. I'm not saying I have all the answers but I sure know that life will not always be this way and that there is hope there is a light at the end of the tunnel even if u have to crawl ur way there and leave some people behind cause those things and people will thrash and struggle and try to take you down with them. You have to find ur way up from whatevers putting you down. See things from the other side. Not many people know it doesnt have to be this way even if that sounds easy it's really not,but knowing it can be helps and those around you willing to help really helps. Thank you for being there for me,thank you for showing me you can do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around,cause that's what it's all about. 😭 I CAN NOT THANK YOU ENOUGH THE ENDING BREAKS MY HEART BUT IT BRINGS IT BACK TOGETHER IN A WHOLE NEW WAY.IM HAPPY SEEING ALL OF YOU HAVE A POSITIVE ENDING A TURN AROUND OR TURNING YOURSELF AROUND 😂💕 THANK YOU BOJ, I WILL MISS YOU DEARLY BUT WILL ALWAYS CARRY WHAT YOU TAUGHT ME

LOVE,SOPHIA DEMARTINO OF FULLERTON,CALIFORNIA,USA.

THANK YOU SO MUCH💕💕💕💕💕

P.S. thank you,again,obviously....

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 9 months ago

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Valentine's Reunite

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note: i wrote this in a couple hours just cause i had inspiration and also its my first johnnie fic, so please be nice 🥲 also i used the video tara turned johnnie into her for a couple (most) of the jokes and i don't want people to think i ship those two so i'm saying it now i don't.

warnings: none <3

word count: 1.2 k

♡ summary: After reconnecting after a few years, Y/n and Johnnie tell their fans they're friends again by a Valentine's video. With old feeling resurfacing the two have some tension that doesn't go unnoticed by said fans.

♡ Johnnie Guilbert x fem!reader

request ✓

It had been quite a few years since Johnnie and Y/n had talked, let alone made videos together. But around Johnnie’s birthday Y/n reached out, and though she always said she would never be one of those people to send a birthday message after not talking, she became one of those people.

When they did finally reunite, it was almost like no time had passed at all, the only thing that changed was that the two dressed better now, and that they were both single. Not that Y/n was thinking about that. Because she didn’t have a crush on Johnnie..

After repairing their friendship, strengthening it, Johnnie proposed the idea of filming together again. Knowing their fans would love the reunion, the two shared basically the same audience. And with Valentine’s coming up the two were going to celebrate their ‘platonic’ love for eachother.

The two were now sitting on the floor of Y/n’s filming room, Johnnie speaking to the camera, “Today, me and my old friend, Y/n-” “I am not old.” “Well..” Johnnie said, looking into the camera lens tilting his head and shrugging his shoulder giving an ‘I don’t know about that’ look, while Y/n looked at the boy, her jaw dropped, before she hit him with her sweater paw.

“Not ten seconds into the goddamn video and you’re abusing me.” Johnnie said, putting his hands on his hips, while speaking in one of his many voices.

“I’m taking over.” Y/n interjects, “Me and Johnnie are friends again-” The girl says, getting straight to the point, causing Johnnie lean over laughing while she continues, “-And since Valentine’s Day is about love, me and johnnie are celebrating our friendship and platonic love for eachother by doing a Valentine’s Day makeup look on Johnnie. And it’s definitely not because Jake couldn’t film with Johnnie today and I was his second choice.” “That’s not-” “It is.” “Noo, he’s just the more convenient option.” “That’s not much better.” “It’s a little better.”

“First I need to pin your hair back.” The girl mumbles, rifling through her makeup bag for her clips. Finding them she puts one in her mouth while using the other to clip back Johnnie’s hair. Looking around on the ground, Y/n looks for the hair clip that is still in her mouth.

Her actions cause Johnnie to laugh, the girl furrowing her eyebrows, before Johnnie reaches up to grab the missing clip from her mouth.

“There is no way you just did that.” “Leave me alone.” “You have the attention span of a five-year-old.” “As if you don’t also.”

With Johnnie’s hair now fully out of his face, he forehead is on full display. “My forehead is a little dummy thick, I’m not gonna lie.” “Yea, you got that Brendon Urie forehead.” They say while Y/n starts rubbing primer on the boy’s face, up onto Johnnie’s aforementioned forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched your forehead, and I’ve barely ever seen it.” “I don’t think any has touched my forehead.” “Not even yourself?” “No.”

Taking a spooly Y/n brushes out Johnnie’s eyebrows before asking, already knowing the answer, “Can I pluck your brows?” “Absolutely not.”

“Ow...Ow...OW! That one really hurt!” “That’s fine ‘cause I’m done.” “Oh I’m so glad you got to torture me as long as you planned for.”

“Look at me.” Johnnie redirects his face to look at Y/n, his eyes wide, staring into her eyes, “You have beautiful eyes.” Not knowing how to accept a compliment from the girl, Johnnie looks anywhere but her.

“I said for you to look at me.” She says laughing, and for the camera Johnnie looks back at her his eyes just as wide as the first time. His eye contact now longer than before, causes Y/n to blush looking away laughing. Not wanting the fans to see it, or Johnnie for that matter, she plays it off as a joke saying, “I’m kinda scared.” “That’s my fucking face.”

“You have like hooded eyes, which makes this hard.” Y/n mutters while applying eyeshadow onto the crease of Johnnie’s eye, only for it to disappear when he opens his eyes again, “Sorry they’re the only ones I have.”

While doing the eyeshadow, Y/n starting to move closer to Johnnie, inch by inch. Neither really noticing it, and definitely not noticing when Johnnie placed his hand on Y/n’s leg, just above her knee.

But with Johnnie’s makeup almost done, now having a heart themed pink look going on. Y/n grabs the eyeliner saying, “Now for the hard part.” “I feel like we’ve already done the hard parts.” “Sorry guys, Johnnie gets cranky ‘cause he doesn’t eat real food.” “I do-” “Kraft dinner doesn’t count.” “..Well then.” Sighing, Y/n now addresses the camera, “Now for the hard part.”

Resting her hand on Johnnie’s cheek, Y/n tries to get a good angle to do Johnnie’s eyeliner. Not getting it from how she’s sitting, the girl readjusts her position, shifting closer to Johnnie. Which causes Johnnie’s hand to lift to now rest on her waist, noticing his mistake, the boy quickly moves his hand to sit on the ground beside himself.

Johnnie filmed his outro, Y/n got him her makeup wipes letting him do that while she turns off the camera. Turning back and seeing Johnnie rubbing his face way too roughly. “Johnnie, you’re being too rough, let me do it.”

Sitting back in her spot, Y/n grabs the makeup wipe from Johnnie’s hand. Shuffling herself closer to him, Johnnie has to consciously keep his hands from moving to hold the girl’s waist. After a minute or so of wiping Johnnie’s face, Y/n moves the wipe to the boy’s lips, softly wiping the lipstick she applied there earlier. Looking away from his lips for a moment, she looks into the blue eyes of the boy in front of her, his own eyes having to quickly look away from her lips to meet her eyes. Their heartbeat picking up, Johnnie opens his mouth, not saying anything for a moment, trying to build up the courage to say what he has wanted to say for the past few months.

“Y/n, I- um.. I really like you.”

After a couple seconds of processing what was finally being said to her after years of longing for the boy, Y/n presses her lips to Johnnie’s. Their lips moving together, her hands moving to hold the sides of Johnnie’s neck, his own moving to hold her waist. Johnnie quickly pulls away before saying, “I hope you like me too, or else I think I’m getting mixed signals.” “Shut up, Johnnie.” She says, both laughing together, bringing each other into another kiss.

- comments -

y/n_lover: love that these two are friends again!! ❤️❤️

bella_33: they laugh at anything the other says lol

not..jaden: "me and johnnie are friends again" is that all???

taraisyummy: johnnie was trying so hard to keep his hands off y/n

rodrickkk: they were right person wrong time and this is their second chance 😭

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x fem!reader #jake and johnnie #jake webber x reader

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skewbforty · 2 years ago

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Story time: My history with the people that got me into gaming

Note: This is a really long story. Much longer than I usually make my stories. Just thought I'd be upfront with you about that.

I'm recently learned about two conditions that I have. One being Ataxia, which is similar to Dyspraxia with a few key differences. Basically, my hand eye coordination is pretty bad. I also suffer from an information processing delay common with people with autism, which I have and am diagnosed with too. Both of these factors, combined with an unhealthy desire to prove myself, makes me extremely bad at video games. So why then, you may ask, do I talk about it a lot?

Here's the thing.

When I was about 5, I got acquainted with the video game universe by my parents who then thought I could improve my hand-eye coordination by playing games. This was, I believe, around the time the upcoming Game Boy Advance was being hyped up. Naturally it's predecessor, the Game Boy Color, seemed like a good investment. So for my 5th birthday we went down to the local Tesco to pick the Game Boy up, along with a game or 2. And so started my journey as a then-but-also-now-and-forever-more casual gamer with my yellow and blue GBC and Pokemon Crystal.

My relationship with Nintendo is a weird one, but more on that later.

I was hooked by the sense of exploration and adventure, each new area I visited expanding my awe and desire for exploration. Not long later I was introduced to Super Mario 64 and home consoles, Mario 64 being a game I was surprisingly good at. I was becoming a gamer.

Following the release of the Gamecube I was eager to find out what the next generation of both handhelds as well as home consoles from Nintendo was gonna be. Soon after its release I got a Nintendo DS, and then a Wii, and then a 3DS.

But things took a dark turn after the purchase of the 3DS.

Because my DS eventually broke from overuse, I kept playing on my 3DS instead. That was ok. I'd kinda moved on from GBA and GBC games, but I still kept everything in a bag. But the only real lifeline for me was my 3DS and library of DS games, the only thing keeping me happy through extreme amounts of bullying both at school and online, living in a mental hospital with emotionally abusive staff and having parents who at the time, were transparently and unapologetically overjoyed to be rid of me. My life depended on that bag.

To this day, not a single therapist has had an iota of a clue to make me feel better for the absolute hell I endured when that bag was stolen from me on 22 January 2012. I fell into a crippling depression, and I mean crippling. I couldn't move or talk. And I only got out of it by brute force. Blackmail from staff. This caused me to [redacted] several times of the course of the next 5 years. Manifesting pain after pain after pain. Only starting to climb out of it in 2018 when I had found the first friend that treated me with an iota of respect. He's a complete jerk to me now but at least he was there for me during my darkest days.

Before I derail too far tho, my point is, gaming hit a hard dead end for me in 2012, a bit less than a year before the release of Pokemon Black 2 and White 2. I never got to play those games as a result. The gaming dream was dead.

Or so it seemed.

One game kept me on a lifeline until Christmas 2019. The only game I would play between January 2012 and then. You wouldn't have heard of it tho. Just this extremely obscure game known as Minecraft.

Yes that was a joke.

Minecraft had kept me gaming when I was sure my gaming days were over. Even while playing it, I felt like it was my last breath as a gamer before the flame went out forever.

And yet, something extraordinary happened. My love for the game never died.

And with each new addition to the game being released over the nearly 8 year period where that was the only thing I would play, I started to heal. I mean don't get me wrong there's still some mighty suppressed emotions from 2012 to 2016 that I still don't know how to let go of, but to some extent I was healing. The gamer in me. The bad but otherwise passionate gamer. Then a then-friend of mine recommended Portal to me, and I played through both games, falling in love with them. But there was still something I wasn't ready to return to. The Nintendo ecosystem.

Cue December 2019. My father and I were struggling to come up with gift ideas. And then eventually my father suggested... Maybe a Nintendo Switch?

I thought. Was I ready to re-immerse myself back into that universe. I could have just said no, and that would be it. I would be independent from them from then on. But I don't know what compelled me, perhaps I had healed enough, perhaps I thought I may miss out otherwise, but I said "...ok."

Christmas came, and I received a Switch as my big Christmas gift, along with Pokemon Shield. It was time to begin again.

But I wasn't ignorant anymore. Times weren't like when I was 5. This time I had the internet at my fingertips, and it took me a while, but I realised something was up. Nintendo just... Wasn't Nintendo anymore. Could be the shockingly poor online features, could be the anti consumer approach. Could have been the joycon drift or the dock scratches or really any of the hundreds of extremely dumb decisions they made because they valued profit over positive public image.

Regardless I stuck with them. I used my Switch and loved it. Played through Pokemon Shield and was impressed at how far the game had come since the original Black and White. I loved the game, despite its flaws, which I admitted they have.

But then a new game caught my eye. Another extremely popular game during its release. A game that was destined for greatness, and above all, was perfect for a casual like me. Yes, I am of course referring to Animal Crossing New Horizons. My most recent Nintendo obsession.

Of course you all know what happens next.

It's time for the centennial pandemic! Right on cue!

I was luckily able to avoid covid until it became mild enough for my country to stop seeing it as a huge threat. But remember there was a time when things were BAD. The world was extremely tense. No reliable word on how long approximately a vaccination would take to develop. So many people died. Things looked grim.

I think I speak for many of us when I say, New Horizons was a glimmer of hope in such a distressing time. At best, things would be ok. At worst, at least we would have that game to comfort us until society collapsed.

Luckily, things turned out ok. Sure we're suffering from a huge aftermath and shit isn't much less tense than it was back in 2020. But you know what? Things could have gotten SO much more out of hand. And New Horizons guided me through those depressing times. My life had become centred around collecting villagers and mucking about with my island. Perhaps it was for the best that I had said yes to the Switch the year before. I'm not sure what I would have done without that cute simple game to fixate on.

But now we've mostly got a grip on this pandemic, the question rose again: What on earth is Nintendo doing? And at no time was that more apparent than with the whole Switch Pro drama in 2021. Almost all of us were certain that we were getting one, and just about time too.

Then the funniest thing happened. Or rather didn't happen. Because we never got one. And I honestly think we never will. Not until the Switch 2 or whatever it will be called comes out.

Cue Valve.

That day the Steam Deck was announced, I was hyped. It was kinda a switch pro-ish... Right? Different games, and many would argue different audience. But nonetheless, Valve's immense generosity and good luck is what I think contributed to the Deck's smashing success. It had done the near impossible, it had won the hearts of many previous Nintendo fans over to converting to the Valve ecosystem.

I am one of those, and you know what? One of the best gaming decisions I ever made.

I loved my Switch. Loved being the key word. Honestly I could probably live without it now. The Switch may have reignited my passion for gaming. But the Steam Deck made it burn oh so much hotter and brighter. Rarely a day goes by I don't pick up my Deck and have a ball. It truly is a marvel in my gaming life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Will Nintendo ever win me back? To be honest, I don't know. They're basically in the dictionary at this point behind the word "Disappointment". They would have to do a LOT to win me back because as is, I don't plan on getting a Switch 2 in 2027. Why would I? I'm delighted with my Steam Deck.

As is the case with most personal stories, the ending is open. Will I ever go back to the company that opened up a world of gaming for me? I don't know. If I do, then the story continues. If I don't, then it was a fun ride Nintendo took me on... But ultimately nothing lasts forever. And I'm just glad I was there for it.

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