#liv hyde

[einsteinsugly]

The Burkhart/Formciotti Family Tree. Simplified.

Grandparents: Jackie and Hyde, Eric and Donna

Parents: James Reginald (born 1987) and Leah Margaret (born 1990)

Kiddies (shown as teens): Caleb Steven (born 2015), Abigail "Abbie" Erin (born 2017), Olivia "Liv" Naomi (identical twin of Abbie, born 2017), and Rowan James (born 2020)

*****

Extra note: Jackie blames Donna for the fact that all of their grandkids are redheads.

Jackie: This is all your fault.

Donna (flatly): I'm so sorry.

Jackie (scoffing): You should be. *With a dramatic sigh* I can't buy them anything green, because they'll look like Christmas threw up all over them!

Donna groans.

[mecharose]

me: finally a lighthearted project that I can relax on putting so much background research and effort in! ^-^

me, 4 months later: hmm should I read Jules Verne to get a feel for the literature of the time period

[a-model-of-propriety]

huh, i just made an interesting connection in my brain that, frankly, i should have made a while ago.

so we all know the dozens of ways productions stage "Confrontation", right? it turns out that one of the main appeals of this song in many productions—having the lead rapidly switch characters to duet himself—didn't actually come about until basically the Broadway version!

i think it's safe to assume that most fans of this show know that the 1995 tour pre-recorded the Hyde lines and projected an image of Hyde over a mirror, but i only recently learned how the 1990 Alley Theatre production staged the song. instead of pre-recording Hyde or having Chuck Wagner perform both parts live, they had Dave Clemmons (standby Jekyll/Hyde) perform the Hyde part!

i'm actually really fascinated by this staging! i wish we had more video of this production so that we could see how "Confrontation" looked onstage, but having a whole second person onstage as Hyde opens up a lot of interesting new doors staging-wise

[canongf]

Liv I apologize for this but the Sam Witwer Blorbo brainrot is real

I just. H e <3

That is all, ignore this if you wish /gen

THERE IS NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE, ELYSIA!!!

it literally be like that... sometimes you fall in love with a face and you fall in love with every character that same face. i get it and i do not judge. in face. i support. i encourage. he is VERY pretty!!! the eyes!!! the smile!!! the sideburns!!! the wardrobe!!! what's not to LOVE!!!

[ratgrinders]

Never Stop Blowing Up Favorite Movies

Wendell Morris

Weird Science - 1985 science fantasy/teen comedy. "Nerdy social outcast students Gary Wallace and Wyatt Donnelly are humiliated by senior jocks Ian and Max for swooning over their cheerleader girlfriends. Humiliated and disappointed at their direction in life and wanting more, Gary is inspired by the 1931 classic Frankenstein to create a virtual woman using Wyatt's computer, infusing her with everything they can conceive to make the perfect dream woman."

The Fast and the Furious - "A media franchise centered on a series of action films that are largely concerned with street racing, heists, spies, and family."

Real Genius - 1985 science fiction/comedy. "Chris Knight, a genius in his senior year, is paired with a new student on campus, Mitch Taylor, to work on a chemical laser, only to learn it will be used for dangerous purposes."

Liv Skyler

Empire Records - 1995 coming-of-age comedy/drama. "The film follows a group of record store employees over the course of one exceptional day. The employees try to stop the store from being sold to a large chain, and learn about each other along the way."

Scarface - 1983 crime drama, and a remake of the 1932 film of the same name. "It tells the story of Cuban refugee Tony Montana, who arrives penniless in Miami during the Mariel boatlift and becomes a powerful drug lord." Additionally, "Less than two months before the film's release, Scarface was given an X rating by the MPAA for "excessive and cumulative violence and for language".

Clueless - 1995 coming-of-age teen comedy. "Considered to be one of the best teen films of all time...The plot centers on a beautiful, popular, and rich high school student who befriends a new student and decides to give her a makeover while playing matchmaker for her teachers and examining her own existence".

Usha Rao

The Horse in Motion - Published in 1878, a sequential series of 6 cabinet cards depicting the movement of a horse. Regarded as "the world's first bit of cinema", and the first film ever created.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - 1931 horror film. "An adaptation of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the 1886 Robert Louis Stevenson tale of a man who takes a potion which turns him from a mild-mannered man of science into a homicidal maniac."

102 Not Out - 2018 Indian Hindi-language comedy drama. "Dattatraya Vakharia is a lively 102-year-old who lives his life to the maximum and takes everything in a jovial way for his heart is that of a 26-year-old youngster regardless of his age. His 75-year-old son, Babulal Vakharia, is his exact opposite for he believes that he is now too old and fragile to enjoy life and lives a routine life."

Russell Feeld

American Gigolo - 1980 neo-noir crime drama. "A high-priced male escort who becomes romantically involved with a prominent politician's wife, while simultaneously becoming the prime suspect in a murder case."

La Femme Nikita - 1990 French-language action thriller. "[Nikita] is a criminal who is convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment for murdering policemen during an armed pharmacy robbery. Her government handlers fake her death and recruit her as a professional assassin. After intense training, she starts a career as a killer, where she struggles to balance her work with her personal life."

Waking Life - 2001 animated film. "The film explores a wide range of philosophical issues, including the nature of reality, dreams and lucid dreams, consciousness, the meaning of life, free will, and existentialism. It is centered on a young man who wanders through a succession of dreamlike realities wherein he encounters a series of people who engage in insightful philosophical discussions."

Andy 'Dang' Litefoot

Suburbia - 1983 coming-of-age drama thriller. Follows "a group of suburban youths who run away from home and adopt a punk lifestyle by squatting in abandoned suburban tract homes."

Goldfinger - 1964 spy film and the third installment in the James Bond series. "The film's plot has Bond investigating gold smuggling by gold magnate Auric Goldfinger and eventually uncovering Goldfinger's plans to contaminate the United States Bullion Depository at Fort Knox."

Fire in the Sky - 1993 biographical science fiction mystery. "It is based on Travis Walton's book The Walton Experience, which describes an extraterrestrial abduction"

Paula Donvalson

Muriel's Wedding - 1994 Australian comedy-drama. "The film focuses on the socially awkward Muriel whose ambition is to have a glamorous wedding and improve her personal life by moving from her dead-end hometown, the fictional Porpoise Spit, to Sydney."

The Long Kiss Goodnight - 1996 action thriller. "The story follows an amnesiac schoolteacher who sets out to recover her identity with the help of a private detective when they discover a dark conspiracy."

Under the Tuscan Sun - 2003 romantic comedy-drama. "Based on Frances Mayes' 1996 memoir of the same name, the film is about a recently divorced writer who buys a villa in Tuscany on a whim, hoping it will lead to a change in her life."

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Figured i'd start actually. slowly reintroducing the new monster au turned oc project by first posting the new character names!

Mark -> Markus Adrianne Addams (Mark/Chris) Cesar -> Martin Garcia Sarah -> Amber Addams (Ace) Thatcher -> Jackson Hyde (Jack) Ruth -> Mabel Palmer Dave -> Barney Holmes Evelin -> Olivia Davis (Liv) Jonah -> Aaron Jones (AJ)

Another thing I wanted to introduce, this universe from now on will be referred to as Whispers of Willows!

[agaypanic]

if you think a different character (that i write for) would fit better, comment them down below. the max amount of days a character can have is 3. if you wanna know what characters im willing to write for kinktober, i'll list them here:

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja of Antipaxos, Guillermo de la Cruz

Hot Fuzz: Nicholas Angel

That 70's Show: Jackie Burkhart, Eric Forman, Steven Hyde, Michael Kelso

Jurassic Park: Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm

Scott Pilgrim: Gideon Graves

iZombie: Ravi Chakrabarti, Liv Moore

Five Nights At Freddy's: Mike Schmidt

Twilight: Charlie Swan, Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Saltburn: Felix Catton, Oliver Quick, Farleigh Start

Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler

Mean Girls: Regina George

Heathers: J.D., Veronica Sawyer

Pitch Perfect: Bumper Allen, Beca Mitchell

The End of the F***ing World: James, Alyssa Foley

[liviavanrouge]

Tragic Ending Couples

Where there is desire

"Eve died from childbirth and poisoning"

Satan: *Covers his face with a hand then perks up feeling a hand on his shoulder*

Eve: *Smiles down at him*

Satan: Eve-

Eve: *Looks down, starting to fade away*

Satan: *Throws his arms around her, his eyes wide*

Satan: *Stares at the empty space then lowers his hand*

There is gonna be a flame

"Arian died protecting Lilia"

Lilia: *Dodges Duke and kicks him back alarmed*

Duke: *Snarls and shakes himself off*

Ambert: *Lunges at Lilia his claw raised*

Arian: *Leaps in front of Lilia, Ambert's claw slashing his neck down to his chest*

Lilia: *Stares as Arian fell over*

Lilia: ARIAN!!!!

Where there is a flame

"Sakura died from poisoning"

Cyno: *Walks to a small hut, lifting the curtain*

Sakura: *Lay's on the ground, her chest shakily rising and falling*

Cyno: Sakura...

Sakura: *Smiles at him then closes her eyes, her chest falling and remaining still*

Cyno: *Stares then walks over and picks Gabe up, carrying the baby away*

Someone's bound to get burned

"Sylvia vanished and left Zoe behind*

Shirou: *Picks Zoe up, placing her on his shoulders* Careful.

Zoe: PA! Look!

Shirou: *Looks up as songbirds passed overhead*

Zoe: They're so pretty!

Shirou: They are, let's go get your snack

Zoe: Okay

Sylvia: *Smiles watching them then fades away*

But just because it burns

"Faith dies in all futures but one"

Faith: I got somewhere I can stay

Arlo: Where...

Faith: *Shakes her head* I can't tell you that in case they find out you told me

Arlo: *Stares then hugs her tight* I'm sorry for how shitty I was before....but Faith, I never saw you as a pawn or someone I can use

Arlo: I just saw you, my partner that I wanted to help get over the trauma, someone I saw a possible future with

Faith: Arlo-

Arlo: It's not fair knowing you're gonna die in all futures but one but I'll make sure, if you can come back, to cherish the moments we have

Faith: *Hugs him tight sighing* Me too...

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

"Livia gets hung"

Zen: *Appears on the outskirts of the crowd then defuses*

Edric: I hate combining bodies with you!

Hyde: *Runs away, his eyes wide as the platform beneath Livia's feet fell* NO!

Hyde: *Leaps onto the platform and brings Livia down* LIV! WALlKE UP!

Livia: *Leans against him motionless, her eyes closed*

Hyde: *Stares silently then hugs her tight* Livy...

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

"Sunday removes Pernita's memories to protect her"

Sunday: Nini~

Pernita: Hey Sunny!

Sunday: *Smiles down at her, then places a hand over her eyes* You know I love you right?

Pernita: Yes-

Sunday: *Brings an item to her temple and taps the end against her head* Good

Pernita: *Falls forward her eyes closed*

Sunday: *Catchss her and leans close* I'll miss you....

@childofwitches

[riversofmars]

Another little Sunday treat, for the prompt "Rainy Day" <3

Sunshine After The Rain

Summary: Liv has been summoning her courage to tell Helen about her romantic feelings for her. With the help of their neighbours Ron and Tony, she had made plans for a picnic in Hyde Park, going to great lengths with preparations. When the day finally comes, she finds that fickle April weather has turned on her. Gone is the sunshine form the past few days and it is pouring, leaving the med-tech disappointed and disheartened.

“Ughhh why is it like this?” Liv leaned onto the windowsill in the living room of 107 Bakerstreet, craning her neck to assess the weather outside. It was horribly dark even though it was nearly 9am, and it was pouring. There was no break in the clouds in sight, no trace of the sunshine they had been enjoying the previous few days. The weather had turned and with it, the med-tech's enthusiasm and high expectations for the day. This would never work. Her heart sank.

“Because it's spring in London,” Helen chuckled, making her way into the room carrying two cups of tea. She seemed bemused with her best friend's observation as Liv kept her eyes fixed outside, willing the clouds to blow over.

“Isn't spring meant to be the time where everything starts blooming, people are happy, the long winter is over-” she huffed, disappointment slowly tipping over into annoyance.

“Have you never heard of April showers? The weather is unpredictable this time of year,” the linguist gave a mild-mannered, appeasing response as she blew onto her tea to cool it.

“So frustrating,” Liv groaned, finding herself at a complete loss. What was she to do now?

“Did you have any particular plans for today?” Helen asked, raising her eyebrows curiously and inwardly her best friend winced.

“Well, no but-” That was a lie. She did. She had made wonderful plans that involved the picnic basket she had hidden away in her room and the woman beside her. It had taken a lot of organising and sneaking around too. She’d had the help of Ron and Tony who had been brilliant, not only giving her the basket which included plates, cutlery and everything one might need, but also offering her friendly, if firm, advice.

“You have to tell her!” they had insisted. “She is smitten with you but she doesn't know what to do about it. I think her family were quite difficult about the whole subject so... It's up to you to woo her.”

“But how do I do that?” Liv had been nonplussed. While it was wonderful to hear their neighbours encourage her, get their objective opinion and dream that they might be right, she was at a loss too. And scared. “What if I get it wrong? What if I lose her…”

“You won't, silly,” Ron had told her kindly. “Fortune favours the bold.” And Tony had carried on: “How about you start small if you need to gather your confidence? How about a picnic in the park? The weather is turning brighter!”

“Now that's a lovely idea. Picnic in Hyde Park among the flowerbeds, it will be lovely.”

And it surely would have been lovely had it not been for the rain. It presented a problem in many ways. She had ordered pastries at a bakery, she had spent hours in the kitchen last night after Helen had gone to bed, chopping up fruit and even gone to a 24h supermarket for fresh cheese, orange juice, clotted cream… and all the other lovely things she could think of that she knew her best friend liked. Now, it was all sitting in the basket in her room, sure to perish if they weren't eaten soon. She had hardly slept thanks to her preparations and excitement alike, but when she had woken to pouring rain all her optimism had evaporated.

Miserably she stared out of the window, wondering if this was the universe telling her she needn't bother, trying to spare her embarrassment as Helen surely wouldn't feel those things for her…

“Liv?” The linguist’s voice broke into her gloomy, miserable thoughts.

“Hm?” Liv looked around at last and Helen offered her a warm smile that was almost enough to cheer her up. Almost.

“Off with the fairies?” she hummed, with just a trace of teasing to her tone as she took another sip of her tea. She held the other mug out to her in a gesture of conciliation and affection.

“Well, regardless of the weather, I'm gonna have to go out,” Liv huffed, ducking her head as she made for the door. She didn't want to have to explain where she was going, but she knew she was due to pick up her order in half an hour.

“What?” Helen blinked, confused, turning around to follow.

“Just something I need to sort out,” Liv muttered, pulling her coat off the hook in the corridor. She could hardly leave the pastries to sit in the bakery. She had paid for them now and it would be plain rude not to pick them up. Perhaps a butter croissant would somehow lessen her disappointment.

“Don't you at least want your cup of tea?” the linguist expression turned from confused to almost sad. She cradled both mugs to her chest, looking a little lost. It made Liv's heart ache, she hated to disappoint her in any way, but she couldn't very well tell her about her ill-fated plans. That would invite too many questions and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face them.

“No. Rather just get it over with. Rain doesn't look like it'll let up either,” she huffed, flipping her hood up in the hopes that it might go some way to protecting her. She wasn't hopeful, but also found she didn't really care. It would be a perfect reflection on her emotional state.

“Liv, is something wrong?” Helen pressed on, clearly concerned, but Liv just shook her head as she ducked out the door.

“No. Just don't like the rain.”

—

Picking up her pastry order did very little to improve Liv’s mood. While the baked goods themselves looked and smelled amazing, the med-tech herself was soaked through to the bone as she turned back into Bakerstreet. It hadn’t been all that far but the rain was unrelenting and her coat was just not up to the constant assault. Her hair stuck to her face, her legs were freezing in her soaked jeans and even the croissant she had selected to munch on soon turned sodden and inedible, which was a terrible waste as it tasted delicious.

By the time she reached number 107, she felt about as low as could. Her date idea was ruined and all her effort for nothing, she felt dreadful physically from the wet and cold, and was beating herself up mentally for having been so short with Helen when she had left. Adding all that to the fact they were still stranded in 21st century London, all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and hide under the duvet with her pastries until things started looking up.

She opened the door to flat 4 with little enthusiasm, but as she stepped inside, she was greeted by a lovely smell in the air. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have assumed someone was making pancakes. It surely wouldn’t be the Doctor, the place would soon be on fire if it was. No, there was only one person around here that knew how to make pancakes, and lovely they were too…

After kicking off her boots at the door, the med-tech stuck her head into the kitchen and found what she had already suspected: Helen was making pancakes. Or rather, she had. They were already plated up, two plates stacked high on the kitchen table, and now, the blonde appeared to be busying herself with making hot chocolate.

Having noticed her presence in the door frame, though silently stunned as she was, the linguist looked up and offered her a welcoming smile.

“What's all this?” Liv asked cautiously.

“You seemed so down so… I thought I'd make your favourite,” Helen answered slowly, with a slight wobble of insecurity in her voice. As she gave her a quick once over, her expression turning concerned over how soaked she was, her eyes finished on the bag she was carrying, indicating that she had been busy. Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were going to-” She gave an awkward gesture at the bag and the fact that her friend hadn’t yet stepped out of the doorway seemed to only increase her insecurity. She dropped her eyes, fiddling with the two mugs on the kitchen side. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep… If you're not in the mood for it, of course I-”

And just like that, Liv’s frustration was wiped away and overpowered by her guilt over how she had acted before, and how she was acting right now. Helen had made a wonderful gesture and she couldn’t allow her to think it was unwelcome.

“Oh Helen… you're just too good to be true, aren't you…” the med-tech observed with an awkward smile as she finally crossed the threshold and went to place her bag on the counter.

“I don't know about that…” the linguist smiled weakly, but her shoulders relaxed with relief.

“I do,” Liv confirmed, as she wouldn’t have her thinking otherwise.

“Yeah, well…” A hue of pink appeared on the blonde’s cheeks. She was terribly modest, not accustomed to taking compliments as the med-tech always found, and she seemed eager to move the conversation along. “Gosh, you're soaking wet… You ought to dry off,” she observed, reaching out to the collar of her coat.

“Yeah…” the brunette mumbled, momentarily overcome by her gentle gesture. As her friend peeled the collar away from her sticky skin, she ran her index finger along her chin to catch the droplets that had gathered her. Liv could have melted into the ground where she stood. The wonderful moment passed as Helen snatched her hand away, seemingly becoming self-conscious, and she turned her attention to the bag.

“What was so important that you had to go out in that weather?” she asked curiously and really, there was only one answer Liv could give.

“You,” she blurted out and her best friend looked back to her confused.

“Sorry?” She seemed sure she had misheard her but now that the med-tech had started, she felt she couldn’t stop. She had to explain herself so Helen at the very least understood how important she was to her.

“I… I had a surprise planned for you but the weather just…” Liv gave a defeated shrug as she mumbled her answer. “Guess it wasn't meant to be…” She dropped her eyes awkwardly.

“What sort of surprise?” the linguist asked, visibly surprised and the brunette gave a little huff.

“Well, you've made pancakes now…”

“Liv, tell me,” Helen insisted, growing more curious and firm. “Come on, stop sulking.”

“I'm not sulking,” Liv shot back, her mouth gaping in affront.

“Yes you are,” the blonde broke into a grin and reached out to nudge her nose. “You can be so moody, like a toddler having a strop.”

“I'm not-” the med-tech flushed, embarrassed. She couldn’t deny that she had a bit of a point. She could be rather moody… but she wasn’t about to acknowledge that.

“What's in the bag?” the linguist repeated. She could easily have reached across to check for herself but she didn’t, leaving the choice up to her best friend. “Come on, I want to know. What am I missing out on? Then maybe I'll be in a bad mood too,” she joked to try and encourage her. Her ploy was certainly working as Liv couldn’t help a little smile of her own.

“You could never be. You're such a ray of sunshine…” she observed affectionately.

“Am I?” Helen’s surprise at that was genuine and made the med-tech’s heart twinge. Her best friend’s self-esteem was not what it ought to be, and it saddened her.

“Yes,” she reaffirmed, allowing no space for debate on the matter.

The linguist’s response was both surprising and endearing as she posed cautiously:

“Then maybe the rain shouldn't matter quite so much?”

Did the rain really matter? When Liv was with Helen nothing much seemed to matter at all. The pleasure of her company was all she desired.

“I… I wanted to have a picnic in Hyde Park,” she revealed at last and pulled over the bag to present to her. “I'd gotten everything ready, I even ordered pastries at that fancy bakery but…” She gave a little sigh, even as Helen gaped at the lovely baked goods. “We can't really be doing that now… but I had to pick them up anyway…”

“A-a picnic?” The linguist’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yeah… thought it would be nice… the weather was so nice the last couple of days…” Liv continued, trying her best not to let her annoyance get the best of her again. There was nothing to be done about it now.

“Oh Liv…” Helen smiled an emotional smile, she seemed visibly touched which offered the brunette a small measure of hope.

“Sorry…” she sighed and Helen tilted her head a little.

“What are you apologising for?” she asked and her friend gave a little shrug.

“Dunno. Just…”

Silence fell between them and in the end it was Helen who broke it.

“Well we could… you've got them now… no reason not to eat them,” she suggested cautiously, with a hopeful smile. “And the pancakes.”

“Suppose so…” Liv chuckled, giving up the last of her defences. What was she delaying for anyway? If she was perfectly honest, she was getting quite hungry too. She had been looking forward to the food so much and this wasn’t helped by the lovely smell of Helen’s cooking.

“What else did you prepare?” the blonde questioned, growing in confidence following her agreement. Her smile widened into a grin of excitement and Liv softened even more. Her excitement was simply infectious.

“It'll all go off anyway…” she admitted. “It’s just in my room.”

Peeling off her coat on the way, the med-tech went to her bedroom to fetch the picnic basket at her friend’s gentle insistence. When she returned with it, the linguist called to her from the living room where she found her spreading out a blanket on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Liv asked bewildered as she set down the basket. While the ‘what’ was actually pretty obvious, it was more the ‘why’ she was concerned with. Did she really want to sit on the floor when they could be at a table?

“We're having a picnic,” the blonde gave back, sounding utterly sure of herself as she pushed the sofa back a little for more room.

“In the middle of the living room?” the med-tech continued, a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth. There was something utterly endearing about watching her best friend at work. She was adding pillows and blankets too before turning to examine the basket.

“We can put the fire on too, it'll be cosy,” she commented. Rain continued to pound against the window panes as she looked up to her, realising that she was still in her sodden clothes. “Get changed and I'll set this up?” she suggested, as she knelt down on the blanket and pulled the basket towards herself. “I don’t want you to catch your death.”

“Alright…” Liv agreed, knowing she had a point. She didn’t have the mind to argue as excitement grabbed hold of her. They were having their date after all. While she wasn’t sure she would be brave enough to tell her of the feelings she harboured for her, she would most certainly enjoy the alone time with her. Good food and good company… She couldn’t wait and hurried her steps.

In the end the med-tech required very little time. Back in dry jeans, t-shirt and jumper, she felt more like herself. It wasn’t exactly her Sunday best but her best friend had seen her wearing all sorts so she didn’t think it mattered. If she wasn’t attracted to her now a more flattering outfit wouldn’t change that.

After a quick stop in the bathroom to towel-dry her hair a little, she returned to the living room, finding Helen and the blanket with various bits of food and drink spread around her. Liv’s heart jumped into her throat. She could only hope she would like the things she had picked out. She had taken such care to select things that she knew she liked. She was just about to announce her return when she reached the doorway but stalled. Immediately she could tell that something wasn’t right. While she couldn’t see her friend’s face, not while she was facing away from the door, she caught the sound of a soft sob.

A wave of dread crashed over Liv. What had she gotten wrong? She hadn’t even been there, she hadn’t had an opportunity to mess things up, had she? And yet, her friend’s body looked to be shaking, a hand raised to cover her mouth and muffle any sound that would pass her lips. What remained was sniffling in the silence.

“Helen… what's wrong?” Liv spoke softly, as she couldn’t watch. She had to find out what was going on and she took a tentative step inside the room as Helen jumped.

“What? Oh nothing, I-” The linguist looked around quickly, offering a weak smile, tears unmistakable in her eyes and she turned away again to wipe them. She cleared her throat, quickly carrying on: “This is just so lovely.” Her words sounded sincere and yet didn’t match up with what the med-tech was seeing.

“Then why are you upset?” she asked gently, slowly making her way over.

“I… You went to such effort…” Helen mumbled in return, letting her eyes wander across the display of food in front of her. She had found the red rose too… It had been Ron and Tony’s idea really, a hint should she chicken out of saying anything, so the blonde might at least suspect. Liv’s stomach turned but she knelt down as well. She knew she had to face the music if she wanted to get to the bottom of why the linguist was so upset.

“I'm sorry if I overstepped…” the brunette offered with a sad smile. “I just thought it would be nice… for the both of us… spend some time together that's not running away from monsters or dealing with the Doctor… I know it's a bit silly but…” She turned self-conscious, her eyes falling to her hands that fumbled with the edge of her sleeve.

“It's not silly…” Helen gave back, looking up to her at last. Her eyes were swimming with tears, a couple of stray ones making their way down her cheeks, but she didn’t look sad, that wasn’t it. Her expression was wistful more than sorrowful. A smile came to her lips and she looked happy despite her tears. “It's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“It can't be,” Liv countered, feeling herself flushing. “This is nothing.” The picnic was but a small start. If she had the privilege of dating her properly, there were all manner of things she would do for her, things they could do together and places she could take her. Particularly once the TARDIS was fixed…

“It's not nothing,” Helen interjected with a little sniffle. “You got all my favourite things-”

“Well of course, this was meant for you.” The med-tech frowned, confused as to why she seemed so surprised by that fact. She had made it quite clear that this had been all about her, hadn’t she?

“No-one ever took the time to get to know me well enough to learn what those were…” the blonde whispered, visibly overcome and the penny dropped for Liv too. It was just another example of how the linguist’s past experiences had mistreated her. To think nobody had ever taken the time to treat her in such a manner… the very thought made the med-tech’s blood boil. Her friend was the most wonderful person she had ever met. She worshipped the ground she walked on and would do whatever she could to make her happy.

“I know you. Of course I pay attention,” Liv said, reaching across for her hand. “You're my best friend.” That was not all she wanted to be to her, but now seemed hardly the right time. Not when Helen was upset and all she wanted to do was make up for the failings of her life.

At that, Helen instantly retreated, pulling her hand away.

“Yeah… I guess I am,” she mumbled, sounding sadder now than she had for the entirety of the conversation, leaving Liv all the more confused and concerned. “Sorry, I- Let me get you that hot chocolate. I’m sure you’re cold still…” She made to get up but quickly the med-tech grabbed her arm to stop her.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to upset you,” she said quickly, colour draining from her face. She wasn’t sure where she had gone wrong but she would try to make up for it anyway.

“You haven't,” Helen mumbled, relaxing a little. “You're just… too good to be true too,” she gave her another sad smile, a couple of stray tears dripping onto her cheeks. Instinctively Liv reached out and cradled her face in her hands, catching her tears and brushing them away with unending care. Her eyes fell to her lips, even as the blonde leaned into her touch, exhaling a breath, all too grateful for her gentle attention. It felt so wonderful to caress her cheeks like this, feel the softness of her skin underneath her fingertips…

Impulsively, stupidly, Liv leaned in and kissed her with gentle yet firm pressure, tasting the salt of her tears. It was only Helen’s sharp gasp of surprise that brought back the reality of what she was doing.

Quickly the med-tech pulled back, mortified with herself.

“I- I'm sorry. I- Oh God-” she stuttered, flushing bright red. That was the last thing she should have done under the circumstances. What had possessed her?! She started rambling, anything to cover the awkwardness of the moment- “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Ron and Tony when they insisted you- Of course you wouldn't want me to-”

Helen brought an abrupt, explosive end to her explanations, as she pulled her back towards her by the back of her head and captured her lips with her own. It was a slow, intense kiss as her fingers threaded through Liv’s damp hair and the brunette’s head started spinning. Her mind was screaming with excitement but none of that would cross her lips, not when she longed to carry on kissing her.

It was Helen who pulled back at last, seemingly shocked by her own actions. Quickly she pulled her hands away from her and clasped them against her chest.

“Sorry… I-” she stuttered, going very pale, but Liv just shook her head, her heart doing somersaults.

“Don't apologise. Please. Don't take it back. I-” she pleaded, swiftly reaching for her hands again, squeezing tightly. “Let me explain how I-”

But Helen was quicker.

“I love you,” she blurted out, then - seemingly thinking it wasn’t enough - clarified: “I'm in love with you. Oh Liv-” Tears overwhelmed her once more, as though a long carried burden was lifted, leaving her relieved but fragile. Liv pulled her into her arms without delay.

“Please stop crying. I feel exactly the same way…” she mumbled, pressing kiss after kiss into her hair. “And I was going to tell you, today… if the weather had played along,” she offered a sheepish smile, casting a quick glance to the window where the weather seemed to only be getting worse. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. No, they were best off staying right where they were.

“I don't need a picnic in the sun,” Helen answered once she had gathered herself a little. “Any moment, anywhere with you I-”

“Same…” Liv admitted, gently stroking her cheek. “I shouldn't have been so caught up on the weather… it was just a disappointment after bigging it all up in my head…” She ran her eyes across the picnic which, while it looked lovely, seemed utterly insignificant now. She focused on Helen once more, bringing her hands to her lips to kiss. “Really…You're the sunshine of my life…”

“Likewise.”

[jazzreloaded]

Play On! By Talawa Theatre @Belgrade Theatre 26 / 09/ 24

Review by Vidal Montgomery

The press night performance of Play On! - A Broadway Blues with a twist on "Twelfth Night" - was not undersold in terms of bums on seats ( because it was a full house, and based on this showing it deserves a full house everywhere it goes!), but in terms of spectacle; because for the near-three hours running time, it was thoroughly engaging, spectacularly entertaining and, despite dealing with some serious subject matters ( such as how a misogynistic Harlem resists change, made all the more relevant with the recent revelations around Music Moghul Sean Comb's recent indictment), it was joyful for the audience from start to end, evidenced by the raucous laughter, gasps and applause throughout.

The title "Play On!" may also refer to the four year development process to get a work of this magnitude and depth and craft and intimacy and nuance in front of a live audience; it is no mean feat that this splendid work of Ellingtonian excellence by Liam Godwin and Benjamin Burell is finally in front of an audience, and with a truly magnificent cast from top to bottom:

Although the dramaturgy obviously has its focal characters, the dancers / understudies / supporting cast acquit themselves equally well, and the audience is gifted with over a dozen amazing voices ( of which Lifford Shillingford was my personal favourite ), who perform comparably, shouldering the responsibility of energetic dance, tense drama and soulful song, and carrying the narrative along. This for me is the most captivating thing about this show. Tanya Edwards as Miss Mary and Llewellyn Jamal as Jester deliver stylish and soulful performances late on into the second act just I thought the show had probably reached its peak - boy was I wrong!

The core story of Play On! revolves around the day Duke Ellington loses his muse, and the lengths- and distance! - one lucky lady will go to to help him get it back; Earl Gregory, Koko Alexandra, Tsemaye Bob Egbe, and Cameron Bernard Jones play the four pillars of the love quadrangle that is "The Duke", his old flame ( lady Liv ) , his new muse ( Viola "Vyman" ) and Rev, the manager of the Cotton Club clutching at straws and clasping his hands in his hopes of keeping the four together as exemplars of Ellingtonian Excellence - and also keeping the show on the road...

Sadly the live band - directed by the unassuming Ashton Moore and delightfully driven by the delicate drumming of Empirical's own Shane Forbes - are not featured as characters in their own right - I am sure that later productions in the three month run will attend to this oversight.

Despite this, the mix of moods and blues and beats and grooves from the bandstand become the main character, and for me ( as a musician! ) this is the star of the show: Ellingtonian Classics like Mood Indigo, I got it Bad, It Don't mean a thing, Black Butterfly Rocks In My Bed and In a Mellow Tone are turned inside out and taken back from the trash heap of Abersold Appropriation,and are played in a way that suits the strengths of individual artists, and balances temperaments of their characters as a whole as they play moves towards reaches its climactic reveal; at this moment the only other disappointment was that the band was not as big as, say, the English Touring Opera's for the recent run of "The Rakes Progress" : With this amount of dramatic tension in the stage, and with the audience in the palm of the band's hands the Ellington Big band, really needs to be a BIG band.

As it was, on the night Kaz Hamilton and Alexander Polack acquited themselves very well, making a myriad of moods that were both historically authentic and stylistically de jour. And the commitment to shared seat of Chris Hyde / Josh Vadivello on Double bass ( NO electric big band era please! ) brings gravitas authenticity and sensuality to the greatest american songbook in a way that only a Double Bass can. This show is all about that bass!

Having recently sat through the often turgid and salacious KAOS, a reworking of the mythology of Orpheus and Euridice, ( which was not a patch on Marcel Camus Seminal 1950's classic ) and also attended the afforementioned reworking of Igor Stravinsky's "Rake's Progress" ( often not my sense of humour, albeit markedly less turgid and salacious than Charlie Covell's Netflix Production ) I was far from convinced that , per se, " A reworking of Twelfth Night " was going to as vivacious, contemporary , and nourishing to the soul as it turned out to be. But on this occasion I was rewarded for my bravery ( And by "bravery" I mean only braving the inclement British weather ) , and I will forever regard Play On! as somewhat of a late birthday present - ( or maybe early Christmas gift? )

Ironically, whilst sipping free Prosecco and listening to a(nother) jazz function band in the reception area after the show , I had the good fortune to speak with one the trustees of the Talawa Theatre and we discussed how important it may be to not label Play On! as ( simply ) a "jazz show", because of how many people may miss out on an amazing contemporary socially and culturally relevant human experience, simply because they do not know or have not yet been sold the depth and breadth of the jazz canon.

But Play On! is "Jazz Hands" in safe hands. And I can say with confidence that Talawa Theatre have a winner on their hands; it is Black Joy. And "Black Joy" may turn out to be a better euphemism for the vibrancy we expect "Jazz" to bring to us. Congratulations on the fully immersive experience that Director Michael Buffong brought to the Belgrade Theatre tonight.

PS: As with many theatre shows, the stupidly difficult train schedule doesn't really support the 2+ hour format, but I can only say that on this occasion it was worth missing our last train to catch the "A Train" one more time...

Talawa’s Black Joy season presents:

Play On!

A new Jazz musical

Based on Shakespeare’s

“Twelfth Night”

Conceived by Sheldon Epps

Book by Cheryl L.West

Music by Duke Ellington

Produced by Talawa Theatre Company and The Belgrade Theatre

Co-produced with Birmingham Hippodrome, Bristol Old Vic, Liverpool Everyman & Playhouse, Lyric Hammersmith Theatre and Wiltshire Creative

Artwork by Feast Creative

For the full programme, click or scan the image below:

[woodsborostabathon]

aka the user formerly known as ambersrequel (rip). ceci / 23 / she/her / lesbian / boricua but i get a lil yeehaw with it. i'm not quite as strict with my dni criteria as i am with my headcanons! basically just don't follow me if you're: an anti, under 18, or have a habit of bashing any of the media i'm into. i'm proship and don't play about my faves, so please don't get me started.

speaking of my faves, this is kinda-sorta an about, kinda-sorta a masterlist of them!

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒.

lolita. vc andrews' dollanganger & casteel family sagas. my best friend's exorcism. stephen king's work (mainly carrie & misery). the kingdom of little wounds. the miseducation of cameron post. the mortal instruments. twilight. the virgin suicides. richard siken's work. junji ito's work (mainly tomie, dissolving classroom, & uzumaki). dark water. toradora. blood on the tracks.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 (𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑).

scream franchise (esp. films 4-6). saw franchise. the ring. final destination franchise. nightmare on elm street (1984. dream warriors. & 2010). dark water (both vers.). the exorcist. tragedy girls. marrowbone. get out. us. barbarian. abigail. ready or not. candyman (both vers.). mama. orphan. fatal attraction. it (1990). house of wax. the witch. silent night deadly night. village of the damned (1995). bloody birthday. the bad seed (1956). the craft. forget me not. my bloody valentine (2009). sleepaway camp. jennifer's body. silent hill. hereditary. white: curse of the melody. cinderella (2006). sinister (1 & 2). carrie (1976 & 2013). sorority row. ouija: origin of evil. lisa frankenstein . . . full list on my letterboxd bc otherwise, i'd keep going forever.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 (𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑).

lolita (both vers.). the virgin suicides. flowers in the attic (both vers.). but i'm a cheerleader. welcome to the dollhouse. bottoms. the addams family (1991 & values). the hunger games. twilight saga. suicide squad (2016 & 2021). thirteen. heavenly creatures. heathers. gone girl. the room.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒.

euphoria. you. interview with the vampire. house of the dragon. yellowjackets. supernatural. the summer i turned pretty. law & order: special victims unit. cruel summer. american horror story. that 70's show. criminal minds. ginny & georgia. shadowhunters. death note. mirai nikki. black mirror. love, victor. big love. deadly women.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

the sims (mainly 2 & 4). crusader kings iii. phasmophobia. dead by daylight. roblox. content warning. fire emblem (awakening & fates).

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂.

xana. ice nine kills. lana del rey. ethel cain. glass animals. flower face. marina. pom pom squad. chappell roan. melanie martinez. the technicolors. idkhow. ayesha e. waterparks. hey violet. mother mother. taylor swift. sza. panic! at the disco. my chemical romance. the weeknd. olivia rodrigo. young miko.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

amber freeman. charlie walker. the kirsch siblings. sidney prescott. dewey riley. kirby reed. tara carpenter. chad meeks-martin. liv mckenzie. vince schneider. anika kayoko. amanda young. john kramer. carrie white. nancy thompson. quentin smith. jesse braun. louis & claudia de point du lac. lestat de lioncourt. shauna shipman. jackie taylor. dahlia williams. chris & regan macneil. samara morgan. angela baker. alessa gillespie. wendy christensen. esther coleman. mara chaffee. rhoda penmark. joe goldberg. love quinn. delilah & ellie alves. yuno gasai. misa amane. debbie brody. jennifer check. needy lesnicki. billy chapman. pearl. tomie kawakami. grace le domas. nan (ahs). alicent hightower. rhaenyra targaryen. helaena targaryen. jace velaryon. dolores haze. nate jacobs. maddy perez. cassie & lexi howard. fezco. gomez & morticia addams. wednesday addams. olivia benson. jeanette turner. jackie burkhart. steven hyde. the dollanganger siblings. heaven & tom casteel. isabelle & alec lightwood. magnus bane. simon lewis. carlisle & alice cullen. rosalie hale. cecilia lisbon. dawn wiener. cameron post. abby rivers. gretchen lang. harley quinn.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 & 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒.

ocs. writing. the flds. some other cults + religious fundamentalism. psychology. video editing. video essays. book collecting (specifically 1st edition vca). lovecore + 'coquette' aesthetics. dogs. being silly & perhaps even goofy.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁���𝐎𝐆𝐒.

slashersimmer (simblr), slashersweethearts (horror fandom ocs).

[einsteinsugly]

The main faceclaims for gen 3 of my verse, circa 2033.

Related to the gang:

Max Parker as Caleb Hyde (born 2015, Leah and James's son, and Eric, Donna, Jackie, and Hyde's grandson. INTP, 5w6, Pisces.)

Sadie Sink as Abigail "Abbie" Hyde/Olivia "Liv" Hyde (born 2017, identical twins; Leah and James's daughters, and Eric, Donna, Jackie, and Hyde's granddaughters. ESTJ, 3w4, Scorpio and INTJ, 5w6, Scorpio.)

Christopher Briney as Declan Wilson (born 2016, Becca's son, and Jackie and Hyde's grandson. ENTP, 8w7, Sagittarius).

Spencer List as Wyatt Fitzpatrick (born 2017, Hannah's son, and Kelso and Brooke's grandson. ESTP, 7w8, Taurus.)

Not related to the gang:

Madison Bailey as Michelle "Mikki" Huxley (born 2015. ISTJ, 6w5, Aquarius.)

Kelsey Chow as Lily Jeong (born 2017. ESFJ, 2w3, Virgo.)

[dear-indies]

hi!! could you please recommend me some female faceclaims in their mid to late twenties (even early thirties would be fine) that could work for a rp set in the 1930s ? they don’t necessarily have to have ressources that fit the time period, just not too « modern » faces if that makes sense ahaha

any ethnicity is fine :)

Rachel Shenton (All Creatures Great and Small)

Maria Vera Ratti (Inspector Ricciardi)

Anya Chalotra (The ABC Murders) Kashmiri Indian / English.

Freya Mavor (The ABC Murders)

Natalie Gumede (Jekyll and Hyde) Zimbabwean / English.

Julia Brown (World on Fire)

Sarah Jones (Damnation)

Yu Nan (Lord of Shanghai) Chinese.

Jemima West (Indian Summers)

Aysha Kala (Indian Summers) Gujarati / Unspecified.

Maeve Dermody (And Then There Were None)

Liv Lisa Fries (Babylon Berlin)

Paz de la Huerta (Boardwalk Empire)

Blanca Suárez (Cable Girls)

Ana Fernandez (Cable Girls)

Nadia de Santiago (Cable Girls)

Janet Montgomery (Dancing on the Edge)

Joanna Vanderham (Dancing on the Edge)

Angel Coulby (Dancing on the Edge) Afro Guyanese, possibly East Indian / English.

Nam Gyu-ri (Different Dreams) Korean.

Evan Rachel Wood (Mildred Pierce) - is bisexual.

Bárbara Mestanza (La Moderna)

Myolie Wu (No Reserve) Kongkonger.

Tavia Yeung (Silver Spoon, Sterling Shackles) Hongkonger.

Rebecca Zhu (Silver Spoon, Sterling Shackles) Chinese.

Rayssa Bratillieri (Éramos Seis)

Barbara Reis (Éramos Seis) Afro Brazilian.

Giullia Buscacio (Éramos Seis)

Naomie Harris (Small Island) Afro Jamaican, Afro Trinidadian, Afro Guyanese, English.

Not set in the 30s, has resources:

Anya Taylor-Joy (Peaky Blinders)

Alba Baptista (Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris) Brazilian [Portuguese, possibly German and other].

Rose Williams (Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris)

Bailey De Young (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)

Camila Queiroz (Amor Perfeito) Brazilian.

Sophie Cookson (Red Joan)

Lucy Boynton (Rebel In The Rye, The Ipcress File)

Hannah Dodd (Enola Holmes 2)

Again I'm not great at period fv help but here you go!

[deliriousfangirl61]

Grounded [Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw] Chapter I

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Liv "Queenie" Fairdon

Masterlist [~~~~]

18+

Series Warnings: Death, Violence, Cursing, Smut (later chapters). MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

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if I missed any lemme know

Description: It's been two years since the accident that turned Liv "Queenie" Fairdon's life upside down, and she's fine... supposedly. She seems to have come to terms with being Grounded permanently and the ache in her chest after losing her brother lessening day after day. She has come to love her job at the base and her home that she fixed up. Liv thought being Grounded was going to do her in for good but she seems absolutely fine. However, when a high-priority mission arises forcing the best of the best back to North Island old feelings begin to stir forcing Liv to deal with feelings she has buried. Not only that, but Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw is gonna force new feelings causing Liv to question the walls she had perfectly put in place.

***IMPORTANT: This chapter contains graphic depictions of death. Please skip if that makes you uncomfortable or is a trigger ***

My leg is broken.

It was my first thought as I came back into consciousness as I laid in the snowy bank of some place I didn't quite know. I had only lost consciousness for a minute, but it was enough time for the snow around me to turn crimson. The largest of the pools being beneath my head. The snow and blood stuck to me, caking onto my flight suit, but I didn't care, because after that initial thought of how I could feel my bone sticking out of my shin, I remembered Andy.

ANDY!

I sat up right ignoring the screaming excruciating pain that pulsated through me. My parachute was tangled in the mass of trees above me blocking the view of the sky. The tree trunk that was pushing into my ribs is now my leverage to climb to my feet.

I needed to find Andy

I had watched us both descend into the air. Our jet burning below us and I watched as Hyde's jet blew in the sky above me. Their was no punching out from her, no parachute descending into the air. As I descended helplessly the bitterness sat on my tongue. Hyde was dead. She wasn't descending into the vast like we were... no it was just her jet burning and falling rapidly... right above us. Andy was above me and to the side. I remember looking up and seeing him already staring down at me. He had punched out first, like he was supposed to. But that also meant we was a lot closer to Hyde's burning jet. A piece of the wing clipped his parachute, causing the wind to thrash him roughly.

I screamed, as he suddenly dropped in the air. His parachute tried to catch and when it did he was thrown widely.

Andy was below me then. He disappeared for a moment from my sights below his torn parachute.

I kicked my legs, as if that would help me descend faster so I could get to him. A piece of Hyde's jet shot past me and the air knocked me away, farther from Andy.

His parachute was failing more now, the air making the tear wider. I could see his emerald green helmet through the rips.

Andy was falling too fast and we both knew it.

I screamed once more, this time his name. "Andy!" I thought I saw him look up, trying to find me through the rips before he crashed through the trees below him.

My eyes didn't leave the spot or direction in which he disappeared, not even when the branches and leaves broke my descent. I had released too early, my head slammed down on a branch and I lost consciousness.

My leg screamed in pain as I used the tree as a crutch. I didn't move to turn the dial on my ESAT, no not yet I had told myself.

Find Andy first.

The snow was thick and with every step I was reminded that I should not be walking on it. I trudge through the white fluffy ground, a trail of thick crimson followed me as I moved. My head felt heavy and when the wind blew I could feel the coldness of the blood seeping out below my helmet.

I didn't care though. I just needed to find Andy.

I would be told later that I aggravated my injuries to the extreme. My actions would have consequences, but I didn't care.

I don't know how long it takes, but it feels like an eternity before I am standing on the slight slope and I am staring at Andy's body.

"Andy!"

I don't try to make it down gracefully, I fling myself down the hill and roll until I am a few feet away from him. I crawled, as my leg began to throb more and my head felt more heavy.

Andy's eyes were open and he was breathing. His lips were stained with blood, his eyes were wide and dark. His right arm was splayed out next to him and his legs... oh god his legs. His right was bent under him, and his left seemed longer then normal, as if it was separated at the knee below his flight suit. The puddle of crimson around him was larger then the one I had left behind.

His eyes found mine.

"There you are Livy," He whispered so softly and it was then that I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm here, I'm here bubs." I cradled his cheeks in my hands.

He closed his eyes briefly at my touch before he opened them again. I recognized that familiar glint of purpose and determination in his hazel orbs.

"Tess is pregnant, you gotta take care of them for me Livy." I wanted to shush him tell him that he was gonna be fine but he kept going. "She thinks it's a girl but I know in my heart it's a boy." He chuckled softly making blood spew out of his mouth in a cough. "You gotta take care of yourself too, okay?" He voice was growing quieter.

"It's gonna be okay." I managed to choke out as I moved to turn the dial. "They're gonna be here soon."

Andy's eyes just bore into mine. His lips turned upward slightly, he was trying to comfort me. Andy was dying, which we both were aware of but he was still comforting me. In his typical big brother fashion he was trying to comfort me.

"Are you in pain?" I coughed holding onto his hand that was so still, not even a flinch or a shiver as I clutched it so hard in mine.

He couldn't move. His spine was broken.

I don't know why I asked him that, but Andy answered me immediately.

"No."

It's how I knew we only had moments because I could feel every breath, ever cell in my body alight with the fiery pain. I shouldn't have been conscious.

"Promise me you'll watch over them and you." It was so quiet so choked.

"I promise Andy, I promise." I was sobbing and the more my sobs wracked my body the more the painful fire took over. I couldn't stop.

Andy's eyes moved from mine to the sky and I watched as his hazel orbs searched the vast blueness that stretched out above us.

"I love you. I love Tess, and I love..." He suddenly choked again and blood painted his lips. His eyes closed and tears slipped out as the blood bubbled into a pool in his mouth.

"We love you bubs. It's okay now, I got you bubs." I cried as I rocked back and forth his hand now clutched to my chest as I did so.

Andy didn't open his eyes again, nor did he say another word, but I knew what he was saying. I love my baby. I knew it was true, he loved them from the second Tess told him she was pregnant. He loved them so overwhelmingly so he cried and held his head to Tess's belly.

I lied down beside him his hand still clutched to my chest as I waited.

I waited for awhile.

A whole 8 hours.

I waited till the hostiles cleared the area enough for search and rescue to come.

I drifted in between consciousness and conscious as the blood clotted in the back of my head slowing the bleeding. As the bone sticking out of my leg made my shin turn blue. As the gash on my hand dried up. As the snow fell and tried to bury me and Andy, who was lifeless next to me. I just lied there.

I don't remember the search and rescue team calling my name. I don't remember them tearing my grip away from Andy.

No I don't remember any of that, nor do I ever want too.

[~~] I am sorry for this very sad and depressing chapter, but I think it's incredibly important to the story plot.

Next one is a lot happier, we will get to see Bobby boy, Rooster and the rest of the gang.

[~~~~] Next Chapter

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TALES OF HOLLOWAY — ASTER DAHLIA.

welcome to marina, ASTER HOLLOWAY ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a TWENTY EIGHT year old WITCH (CRADLE) who resides in TOWER HILL. They work as a BOTANIST / MAGIC DEALER and are said to look a lot like LIV HEWSON. People around the island find them to be SAGACIOUS and MAVERICK, but also DOMINEERING and SPLENETIC. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR WILDFIRES, PARENTAL/FAMILIAL DEATH, GRIEF, ILLNESS, AND (MAGIC) ADDICTION.

profile.

full name — aster dahlia holloway.

nickname(s) — n/a; no nickname required - is anti nickname & will not respond to anything other than their own name.

date of birth & age — april 1st, 1996. twenty8.

gender / pronouns — nonbinary. they/them.

sexuality — gay<3.

typing — witch ( cradle ).

occupation — botanist, potioneer, & underground dealer of plants both of magical and poisonous properties. owner of narcissus' den under pseudonym of same name. opium harvester. girl fucker.

astrology — aries sun, virgo moon, capricorn ascending.

interests — plants of all nature. potion crafting. sudden strokes of genius. finance books and keeping a tight grip over what is theirs. revenge, vengeance, retribution, spite, etc.

aversions — cops. cop - adjacents. "i can fix them" motherfuckers. overfamiliarity in intimate moments. industrialists. fleeting moments of doubt and a guilty conscious.

next in queue — officer that's not mine! by sorry mom; the scratch by 7 year bitch; moaning lisa smile by wolf alice.

notable features — a full - freckled face and a permanently set frown. wiry red hair that's possibly never been brushed. toned arms and skin littered with miscellaneous scars.

general disposition — a held high head that screams insane levels of arrogance, sneers instead of smiles.

last known location — up and personal with a burlesque dancer from pearl's in the alleyway outside their dressing room, mouths red and hands firmly gripped along thigh - aka being a slut.

scrying mirror & kindred — billy butcher ( the boys ), dr. gregory house ( house, md ), steven hyde ( that 70's show ), ruth langmore ( ozark ), april ludgate ( parks & recreation ).

brief history.

born to dahlia verbeck, a local botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter who was very known in marina's environmentalist scene alongside her twin brother, darius. the two were a team together, witches and scientists who sought to preserve marina's flora and fauna from the destruction of their environment.

aster's father was rarely in the picture - dahlia married at 19 to a man near twice her age, a local cop who never understood dahlia or her passions and left once he realized that there was no controlling her, or their child - who'd grown up to become a splitting image of dahlia.

they never minded maverick, their father, being absent - dahlia was enough of a parent to fill in the "gaps" and aster never wanted anything more except to follow in their mother's footsteps - she'd always been their idol, the one person they could look up to.

wildfire / parental / familial death; when aster was 12, dahlia and darius embarked on a trip into marina's woodlands to observe local flora, collect samples, and conduct a few of their own experiments when seemingly out of nowhere - a wildfire broke out. it took four days and the entire fire department to stop the fire before it spread - and no sign of dahlia or darius except for his wedding ring, and the burnt remnants of their campsite.

maverick took no interest in taking in aster after that - consumed in his own grief despite the abandonment - and darius' wife took aster in instead. she, elaine, convinced she could not grieve under these circumstances - took aster and her daughter, myra, and moved to california. as far away as she could think to take them - away from all the pain of the past.

she tried to occupy their time with the same extracurriculars and hobbies that she had put myra in since early childhood - but aster wasn't graceful like their cousin; and they clashed time after time again.

aster ran away when they were seventeen - after years of tension and arguments, and feeling more isolated and alone than ever. myra could adapt to the situation - could adapt to anything life threw at her, but aster missed home. missed their mother. missed marina.

upon arriving to marina for the first time in years - aster was broke, a high school drop out, and fending for themselves with nowhere to go when they met mother aveira, the coven mother of lune di ecate. she lured aster in with promise of power - of retribution and strength, and aster listened to every word. passed every trial - saddled themselves right besides mother aveira and would've followed her every word.

but it wasn't what it seemed - the coven; and with the more power aster gained, the more energy they felt seeping out of them. the sicker they felt - drained at the expense of the magic flowing through their veins. an argument ensued - and aster broke their contract with hecate - or was it mother aveira? - and left the coven after five years.

now - after years of working under questionable figure to questionable figure and doing anything in their power to find strength of their own - aster's made a career and name for themselves in a few ways. involving a secret "underground" greenhouse, potions and poisons, and their own lucrative drug business. but they're still mad - still angry. still looking for answers.

facts & temperaments.

a cradle witch - aster was born into a long bloodline of witches: the verbecks. like their mother, aster's magic focuses on organic life - mostly plants. mostly.

illness; their father's sick in the hospital, but they've yet to visit him. he has a new family now - and aster can't bring themselves to feel pity. he left them - not the other way around.

(magic) addiction; after years of overusing their magic as a means of survival - aster's now heavily reliant on it. the less they use their magic, the more severe the effects of it seems to be, leading to constant use and constant exhaustion. their magic - once strong - is slowly waning and losing its potency, and aster feels sicker by the day.

they inherited dahlia's estate after her passing - but they reside in tower hill and still haven't been able to go back to their childhood home. it's been untouched ever since - except for the greenhouse, the only place aster dares to escape to and the secluded place where they grow their plants and supply.

strong environmentalist - cares more about the state of marina's flora and fauna than actual people and it's obvious in the way aster regards others.

a naturally harsh, brutish person who doesn't bother with formalities or beating around the bush. painfully honest and doesn't care much about the problems of others unless there's a chance of something benefitting them.

passionate about what they love - sometimes to the point of possessiveness but overcritical towards those they don't have a high regard for. thinks mundane problems are above them and tends to look down on other people.

has a pet tarantula named stevie nicks. <3

they opened narcissus' den only a few years ago because they needed a way to both fund their work and gain intel about the important people of marina. it's essentially their very own gossip hub. blackmail auto farm<3

aster's just kind of mean without prompt. doesn't care much for others and is rarely in a committed relationship - likes to keep things casual and at arms length.

but they're smart<3 always thinking ahead. constantly drawing maps out in their brain, always has an idea of what to do next. doesn't do well with idleness and is extremely arrogant.

has gotten top surgery, doesn't bother to hide the scars and thinks they're sexy ngl.