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how did you decide Birdie would call Tim papa, not daddy (assuming it's the single dad au Tim)?
Honestly it's mostly a left over from the version of PGPau where Jay lives and he and Tim raise Birdie together (there's now also a very rough version of that Au where Jay lives but vanished Brian style and shows back up in Tim's life years later with a bunch of stuff figured out. This fic has too many au's. So much for me trying to give 'the' au a name so I could keep it straight in my head, now PGPau has like three aus behind it, it's just anything post canon now, whoops. Oh well 💀)
Anyway, Jay just seemed like the dad/daddy parent, and that made sense to me with the whole trans Jay thing, Jay going from dad/daddy to mum/mummy was just too perfect y'know? So Tim became papa because of that, and then I decided Birdie would be 'canon' to Sorry It's Locked and went "well Jay's still gonna die because I love angst too much to give that up" and just ended up keeping papa for Tim even in the more 'canon' single dad Tim au because I just feel like it suits him. Y'know?
He just seems like a papa to me. He's a big loving mamabear to his very tiny very weird daughter, y'know? Ridiculously protective of her, if you hurt his baby he will rip your arms off, but also incredibly soft with her because she's his kid and she survived so fucking much with him even before she was born and he wants desperately to give her the childhood and family he never had. Even if that family is just him and her.
He's a mamabear protecting and loving his cub, except he's a guy, so he's a papabear but you know what i mean 💀
I just love it. Papa suits him, y'know?
Jay's dad/daddy and then mum/mummy, Tim's papa the whole way through, and Brian is Mr. Thomas then Brian, then quickly becomes bubba.
I love it. They're just all so cute.
Okay, I went off on a tangent about Alex here for some reason so I'm putting it under a thingybobber 💀
And with the whole "everyone lives" thing even Alex would probably end up with like, not a family title like the others, but he'd be part of their family in a friend way, y'know? Like, in everyone lives, everyone lives, y'know? And that includes Alex. And obviously he's not just walking around free, but I see him being in like hospital prison y'know? I can't remember what that's called, but anyway. He's in hospital prison and he can't leave because of what he did, but he's not in normal prison because he really wasn't in control of his actions when he killed people, not really.
At first only Tim goes to visit him, and even then he doesn't go super often because it's hard on both him and Alex (though mostly Alex). And he mostly goes because he understands what Alex was going through the best. He understands that if he hadn't had his medication he could easily have been the one in Alex's place. He wasn't "better" than Alex or more resistant to the Operators influence, he simply had people around him who could help (that being his doctors).
Then after a little while it's both Tim and Jay who go to visit Alex, still only very occasionally because, yeah it's a lot, none of them can really cope with seeing each other more than a couple times a year at first, but over time it gets easier and eventually Tim and Jay end up visiting him once every one to two months or something, once Alex's doctors or whatever are like "yeah I think that'll be okay, he's starting to cope better and relapse less when you come to visit him now. We genuinely think it's helping him."
They tell Alex about their life together and eventually Birdie comes up. So Alex knows about Birdie.
And Birdie knows about Alex because obviously she asks about how her parents met, and she asks where they went when they've had a day out, and they don't wanna lie to her, so they tell her about MH in the most kid friendly way they can, and tell her they're visiting this friend who's in hospital and can't leave because he tried to hurt people when he was younger. And like, obviously they are like, "we don't blame him for it, he was really, really sick and didn't realise that what he was doing wasn't 'saving' people like he thought it was" or whatever. They talk to her about the good sides of Alex, as well as very carefully addressing the bad sides, and eventually Birdie starts asking to go with them to see him. And like, at first it's a flat out no, because Jay and Tim have no damn clue how either Birdie or Alex will react to meeting each other, and even just seeing Tim and Jay used to fuck Alex up pretty bad and it took ages to get to the point they're at now. Like, they don't wanna undo that progress.
Anyway, eventually Brian comes back into their lives too, still the same way, with him starting out as a new teacher at Birdies school and then meeting Tim and Jay (well, Lark at that point but y'know) and eventually ending up dating the two of them and Birdie just kinda naturally migrated to calling him bubba, because it's not quite a parent name, but it's that same sort of sound, y'know?
Then like, Tim and Lark have been talking to the people in charge of looking after Alex and trying to figure out if there's a way he can meet Birdie. And like, with Brian back in the picture that's another thing for Alex to deal with so the whole "meet Birdie" thing gets pushed back again because finding out Brian is also alive is just, a lot for Alex, hugely conflicting and all that. Like, he's both glad Tim didn't kill Brian (or Brian didn't die running away from Tim whatever) and also very upset because he failed to "save" him. But eventually, ages and ages later, Birdie and Brian both end up going to see Alex too (after like, much therapy for them both to help them get ready for that, especially Brian) but like, yeah. Idk Birdie's probably like 15 by the time she meets Alex and it's all mostly fine honestly.
Idk I just like the idea of Birdie getting to meet Alex and it just kinda being fine? He's just a guy who got very sick when he was younger, and that changed the way his brain worked so that he couldn't fully comprehend the fact that killing people wasn't necessarily the best way to save them, that they could live with the Operator's presence like Tim had and still be okay. Like, it wasn't his fault. The Operator was literally changing the way his brain worked and without any medical intervention like Tim had, Alex was pretty much doomed from the start. He couldn't fight that. The operator was like a malicious, sentient, intangible tumor pressing on his brain and changing his personality, except it was taken to the extreme, because supernatural monster, y'know?
#marble hornets#pretty girl propaganda au#jay merrick#tim wright#brian thomas#alex kralie#mh sorry its locked#fic/series rated e on ao3#in case anyone would prefer not to see that#mh jam#mh brim#mh bray#mh bram#?#brian X jay X tim im pretty sure thats bram 💀
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Sherlock: What are you doing here? No foreign parliament to overturn?
Mycroft: Perhaps I've simply missed my dear baby brother.
John: snorts As if the Holmes brothers would ever act like normal siblings.
Mycroft: Hello to you too, Dr Watson.
John: Hello Mycroft. Do you want some tea?
Mycroft: Yes please.
Sherlock: groans Spare me the politeness and tell why you came to ruin our day.
Mycroft: Be assured that it wasn't my idea to visit. Mummy urged me to convince you to be at her garden party on the weekend.
Sherlock: How many times more do I have to say that I have no intention to come?
Mycroft: Mrs Trevor's son will a attend, together with his wife.
Sherlock: Victor? But still, no. If he wants to meet, he can come to London.
Mycroft: Would it change your mind if Mummy happened to have told Mrs Trevor that you'll attend too, together with your fiancé?
Sherlock: She hasn't!
Mycroft: She wants you to know that Victor is looking forward to meet your "handsome doctor".
John: I suppose this is the point at which you planned to tell me that I'm the fool chosen to play that particular role?
Sherlock: See, he doesn't want to. Goodbye Mycroft.
John: Actually, I've always wondered what it'd be like to date Sherlock Holmes. Come on, it will be fun.
Mycroft: Thank you, John. At least you are reasonable.
John: You owe us for that.
Mycroft: Of course. See you on the weekend.
[Wednesday, 3:42 PM] Mission successful. Please tell Mrs Trevor that Sherlock will bring his fiancé. I'll call later to explain. Love you. - MH
#johnlock fic prompts#free for adoption#incorrect sherlock quotes#johnlock#bbc sherlock#whispersfrom221b dialogues
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My Monster High Character Headcanons
Todays Second Monster
Mr. Where the Drama Teacher!
I hc him as Invisi-billy's dad
Runs the newspaper and drama club
I read on the wiki that Mr. Where wears his bandages so he doesn't accidentally turn stuff invisible and i accidentally kinda drew Mr. Mummy looking at him a certain way👀... So he and Mr. Mummy have a relationship
Much to Billy's chagrin and horror
My thought process was literally
Hmmm Mr. Where would need help bandaging himself up...
Oh! Mr Mummy can help :)
...what if they explored eachothers bodies while helping bandage eachother👀👀
And thus a ship was born🎉😃
Theres no Mrs Where, either divorce or she never existed, Haven't decided if i want Billy to be Mr. Where's bio kid or nah
#monster high#mh#ay speaka#invisi billy#mr. where#mr. mummy#mh mr where#mh mr mummy#i jjusst rreaallly nneeedeed tto ggeget tthiis sshiip ooff mmy ccheest
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[i sob] why is every character in ghs/mhs so cute im
#send help my heart is dyiNg#i love gregory.... and gunman.... and angel dog.... and james.... and chef.... and roulette boy.... and cactus girl..... and my son..... and#mummy dog.... and lost doll.... and death...... and poor conductor....#and i also love borocca... and liddy.... and hikki.... and rosso.... and tubee... and yumyum.... and piranin... and kabo.... and chaps.....#and onpoo... and fonton..... and inky.... and mr. x..... and quicky.....#aaaaa im just over flowing with love for all my babies and ajfhsivhdjg#acrylic.talk#.mhs#.ghs
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{part 1} {part 2}
46. C.A Cupid
47. Garrott du Roque
48. Djinni "Whisp" Grant
49. Hoodude Voodoo
50. Elissabat
51. Honey Swamp
52. Viperine Gorgon
53. Kiyomi Haunterly
54. Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss
55. Vandala Doubloons
56. Dayna Treasura Jones
57. River Styxx
58. Astranova
59. Elle Eedee
60. Luna Mothews
61. Mouscedes King ✓
62. Seth Ptolemy
63. Peri and Pearl Serpentine
64. Kelpie Blue and Lagoona's siblings
65. Posea Reef
66. Kala Mer'ri
67. Casta Fierce
Monster High Staff
Mr. Hackington:__Mr. Rotter:__ Ms. Kindergrubber: + Mr. Mummy: + Mr. Where:___ Coach Igor:__ Phantom of Opera:__ Crabgrass: + Mr. Ogrethor:__ Ms. Siren:___ G.Reaper:__Irene Maiden: __Mr. D'eath: + Nightmare: ✓
Monster High Villains
Van Hellscream: * Bartleby Farnum:___ Moanatella Ghostier:___ The Sheriff:___ Principal Revenant:___ Lord Stoker:___ Ygor:___
Monster High Other Monster Characters & Parents
Dracula: ✓ Ramses & Dedyet de Nile: # Viktor & Viveka Stein: # Wave Blue:___ Andy Beast:___ Kipling:___ Rocco:___ Sansquatch:___ Euna:___ Bram Devein:___ Gory Fangtell:___ Dee O'Gee:___ Brocko:___ Lothar:___ Simon Clops:___ Fawn:___
Monster High: Humans
Chad:___ Clair:___ Lilith Van Hellscream:___ Victor Frankenstein:__
" * " they mention by name but don't have an official appearance yet
" + " they appear but only in pictures
" # " they appears but they have a different name in G3
That's pretty much it.
I even included the MH teachers, parents, humans, other villains, etc.
Anyway I will make MH characters G2 soon: And who knows maybe they will appear in G3 cartoon
Later!
#Paintergeist#monster high#monster high g1#c.a cupid#garrott du roque#whisp grant#hoodude voodoo#elissabat#viperine gorgon#honey swamp#kiyomi haunterly#Porter Geiss#vandala doubloons#dayna treasura jones#river styxx#astranova#elle eedee#luna motthews#mousecedes king#Seth Ptolemy#Peri and Pearl Serpentine#posea reef#kala mer'ri#casta fierce#of all characters in the list so far#Only Dracula return to G3#Have fun guessing the minor characters#midnight random ramblings
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KP watches the live action Monster High Movie
watching the MH movie with review watching thoughts. we started this somewhere around 10 am...ended around 1:30 pm. oh goodie, this is a LONG post
right off the bat that’s not Deena, that’s my Leena. sorry i don’t make the rules.
but also, how was it comfortable for her ears to be in that helmet? and how has she lived with those for 15 years and no one noticed? was she just homeschooled? and she’s now the tofu eater?? and aren’t almonds dangerous for canine? (i know she’s a people too, but werewolves aren’t supposed to have chocolate (sometimes) due to their canine side so...) and her mom also had constant ears too?? but what? i thought, from the preview texts, that she had JUST started to become a wolf, as in she looked human up until recently? how did her mom hide out in the human world? where even IS her mom? (you’re only a min and half in KP geeze) that family portrait implies she stuck around longer than Aquaman’s mom did so she didn’t at least drop baby Deena off and ran i guess...but yeah mom and kid had ears and that was a JCP portrait; didn’t the photographer think that was strange?? i just...i’m only a min and half in and i am having far too many questions, i can’t let this spiral like the netflix death note watch review did, i just...i just can’t...
ok so Deena got a hogwarts letter...i guess she applied online? heh “dark web’ sure i’ll give that for a pun. but her dad knows all about monster stuff? ok...but people at the park don’t? i...what is world consistence?!?!?!? i mean, MH always has that problem about how closely linked the human and monster realms are, how much bleeding into one another there is. but i...no, no, just move past it, we need to get hairy pawter to magic school for the plot. but also, half-monsters are a regular thing????? no, no, moving forward...
i know people pointed out the license plate saying “bark” but i wonder, was 9/25 the original release of MH something or other? also...what state is that plate from??? the closest i know is the DC plate, but it’s not exactly right and the mountainous landscape doesn’t match places around there...is it just a made up plate design?
lol yes walk through the spooky skeleton mouth portal. but dad is kinda far too chill with this...kids’ movie though, so that’s to be expected.
oh musical number 5 minutes in...yeah we are a kids movie. but hey the school’s render, though not super top tier (tv budget) does look good. but yikes that poor backgrounder in the neon yellow body suit who’s face paint does not match. that’s rough buddy.
oh hey Ula. just...dropped in with no introduction. and Abbey is...yeah not gonna touch that yet. but Frankie, also just dropped in. this really relies on you being familiar with the MH lore and setup going into this, doesn’t it? heh mummies in combat boots. but cleo....is not over the top enough...and being besties with piranha Lagoona is still weird to me...i can *kinda* forgive the “i broke up with Deuce over the summer” plot point because that does open us up to new story lines for them (as in them getting back together, not just them dating other people). and Lagoona’s CGI still looks very cheap ^^; but honestly why isn’t she pink like her doll? everyone else gets colored (though now thinking about it Deuce isn’t really green is her...) the fact you have folks with human skintones really doesn’t help your “no humans allowed” sentiment when a class photo looks like half the student bodies are human passing.
wait Heath is bit more bro-mode and less weenie, but kinda right in the hitting on everything that moves (that was Abbey right?). and no Deuce is green, so yeah why isn’t Lagoona pink?
oh hey Ghoulia
ah Mr OC teacher is the newbie student teacher. that’s nice.
and we are starting with teh anti-witchcraft. but ohho, Dracula calls it a “human practice” so my thought that it’s frowned upon BECAUSE it’s humans pretending to be monsters kinda dealio was right. ok, cool, i’m good with that. i also can’t help but wonder if giving that to Drac to complain about has anything to do with his past employment of romani...but we won’t go there since again, kids’ property, it ain’t really gonna go there.
is that Spectra Deena says hi to in the dorm hallway?? also, hey the dorms! we get to see them for once! i have always liked the idea of the school dorms for those monster kids who have to travel too far from home. i mean, i guess now everyone lives there without question, so that’s cool too. but yay dorms.
wait, Ghoulia speaks normally? uh...ok...well, the trend of taking away the neat unique character bits is a thing for G3. but she her line “that always gets the freshmen” (why not freshmeat boo) implies she’s at least a sophomore? that’s kinda cool, it’s nice to have some grade divisions. and i guess Deuce is too since it seemed this was at least his second year at school.
Frankie is kinda awkward but sweet. although, they’re made from famous people parts huh? not just...general parts...or possibly the Skull Shores lady...made from specific famous people parts...like Herman in the new Munsters movie...and Ula is a witch vampire just like Lilly...uh...moving on.
that window looked like it was just glued onto the wall
ok wow, Ula’s personality feels like a complete 180. she’s not into community? she was president of the vegan vampire club and always doing community outreach before. she was into sharing and group activities. i know she’ll grow out of this through her arc i’m sure, but just wow. she’s got more Cleo attitude than Ula.
oh, ok, i take back a little positive points from the castle, it looks not as good in daylight. but also, why is there daylight in a monster realm? eternal night would seem better for most species wouldn’t it?
ok if Frankie’s parts came from folks that didn’t have schools, how can the parts be viable enough to be useable for them in the modern times? did their parents have super juice that rehydrated them or something? (you’re only 15 min into this 90 min movie, you’re never gonna make it KP)
ok if you have on campus dorms, why would you require lockers? that's more me just asking not critiquing the movie’s choices, because logically that just doesn’t make sense to me. lockers are to store your personal and extra school stuff...but you have a dorm room for that here. maybe to cut back cross-campus traffic i guess? just seems redundant to me.
ok wait, Deuce broke up with Cleo, not the other way around? ok...i’ll take back a few of those “i’m *kinda* alright with it” points because it could still be because of Cleo’s family stuff that caused it...
calling Frankie a “walking jigsaw puzzle” could work as an insult...if they looked more mismatched. but they look pretty uniform, just you know, greenish blue. their outfit even coordinates enough. also Deena that was a tiger roar; you are not Tora. and Abbey and Heath are chatting behind Deuce...those two are still going to be a thing aren’t they...
hey Deena is taller than Frankie here. that doesn’t line up. also, was Deena’s surname Wolf before? was her dad named Mr Wolf? is that how her parents met, cause her mom thought she was meeting another werewolf but turned out to be a funny human dude that she ended up falling for? does the monster and human tinders crossover like that if you don’t hit the right setting? or was it a “my gym partner is a monkey” situation and it stuck dad on the monster’s side? i have no basis for any of this, i guess i’m starting to wonder a bit...only 18 min in, that’s not good
heh Bloodgood’s office is in the clocktower. that’s kinda cool...but would be annoying to get to? all those stairs i’m sure. but wait, joan of Arc gave her the coffee mug? ok, ignoring the “i hate mondays” gag would not have been a thing back then, wasn’t she, oh idk, HUMAN???? WHY would you brag about knowing a human (even in the past) well enough to get gifts when your whole culture is AGAINST humans??? she was burned as a witch; was she really one in this setting? but she still would’ve been human then maybe. i know it’s a stupid gag, but you aren’t even following your own lore rules??
ok lore drop. so...the school was founded when the monsters broke free from human oppression. so...they built this pocket for the school so their kids could grow up safely. ok, i can get behind that. does that mean that adults live out in the human world? is this like BeaStars where the kids are separated until adulthood? also...Bloodgood knows momma Wolf; does she know she ran off with a human dude? if not, where does she think Deena came from? ok she makes a joke about him being human...but does she know? is Bloodgood really pro-human and reunification/integration and that’s why she’s making Deena important? also, why is her mom such a big deal; if she wasn’t just a generic werewolf someone should’ve noticed she went missing when she ran off with dad. also, also, Pierre could totally be a monster name, he’s just french-canadian guys (which oh look, i’ll count a half point on my OC checklist since my Leena *is* canadian-american). oh but now Bloodgood is saying humans bad, and hah did make the french joke...but why would a french wolf be rare? again, canadian solves that easily, lots of space for wolves to be free.
LOL Ula making toilet hooch potion. ok, that’s funny, score a point for you movie. but on the other hand...you should’ve locked that door and that’s a public bathroom, you really should’ve been doing that in your dorm’s (or your dorm floor’s) Ula. i get it, you grew up in a castle with a zillion bathrooms no one used, but still girl, plan your secret spell casting better.
ok so Deena turning human is the new change, not that she became a wolf. ok, i’ll give you a point for switching it up...but again that begs the question on how did she stay hidden for so long, especially when they weren’t really hiding -.-
wait so Mr OC Teacher doesn’t have teaching degree? he just quit an accounting job and decided to teach high school? no wonder he sucks
ok school, if you are sentient, and you *know* Deena is human, why not just lock her out of everything? why be cryptic? unless...you don’t mean Deena and you mean Mr OC. GASP! you do mean him don’t you! because he’s teaching without a license and encouraging the segregation! Deena is a misdirect! also, MR OC is only in this movie as far as i know, so him being kicked out at the end would clean that up nicely... i cracked the code. now to see if i’m right
oh wow, bright daylight on the castle...yikes...
and more Abbey and Heath...meh. also why woudl you want to eat that foot after playing with it, won’t it be gross? also also, was that a HUMAN foot??? so you hate humans, keep segregated from them, but you’ll still use them a food source? what?
Frankie...why do you have innate monster physiology knowledge? all the smart brains you claimed to have were human related. also, why is everyone ok with you being made of human parts if humans bad? GAH! the inconsistence of what parts of humanity are bad is annoying and we are going to be her all day with me pointing them all out. (spoiler: i’m still going to be pointing them out)
oh goodie the “i hate humans” musical number is about to start. 24-25 min in, so i guess the musical numbers are spaced out well enough, so point there.
ok lore dump; 1071 the school was started, and yes it was to gives the kids a safe space, and again human are bad. but we learn about Jekyll/Hyde...so Jackson does not exist...and hey was that mom Wolf? was her name Selena? and she was in school with Eddy and...Drac?? ok...is Ula’s dad not Vlad then? is he like Dracula the 3rd or something? i could buy Eddy and Mom being in school together sure, but if Ula’s dad is the original Dracula that doesn’t line up at all. also, also, that photo must’ve been taken with a digital camera because vampires don’t photograph due to the silver used in film/developing. so again, that would line up kinda with Mom’s age...but why would Eddy’s attempting to be monster/human be that recent? the school was founded in 1071, there were no halfbreeds from then to the 90s? or were halfbreeds allowed up until Eddy??? because Eddy isn’t really a halfbreed, at least not like Deena here is. he wasn’t integrated, and if he worked like Jackson, was unaware of the two consciousnesses. so yeah, he would be a danger to exposing them. while Deena is a halfbreed, despite her puberty hiccups, is integrated. also Eddy did not look like a teenager...BUT again, he was a liability, so kicking him out could still expose the lot of you you know. i get an angry mob killed him apparently (and labeled a “mutant’ so...could he be Mikey’s foster dad then??? O.o) but if he’d stayed human mode he could’ve blended in and plotted revenger, just saying...
wait does Heath have a mullet?? oh wait that’s his hood, ok it looked like his hair ^^; zomr there’s a backgrounder who’s lime green with fizzy dark roots to blonde hair, and i just laughed cause that’d be Betty-Sue easily XD
oh no Cleo don’t try to seduce your teacher! i know you’re thousands of years older than him, but he’s your teacher!!
oh so the lab they find later is Eddy’s not Sparky’s or Hexikiah’s. but he was making a potion to get rid of his human side? so...the opposite of the original story...that’s cool. but also (i say also A LOT don’t i?) does that mean he might be a descendant of the original Jekyll/Hyde then like Jackson? so he was born this way, but the serum kicked in when he hit puberty and that’s when he discovered his human switch (again, like Jackson but reversed since he grew up thinking he was human (the later retcon not withstanding) ). he’d still not be a halfbreed mind you (unless one of his parents was human and that’s why the dormant serum effects were active in him)
i applaud the actors all talking super clearly with fake fangs on. good job kids, you’re doing wonderfully.
her claws are naturally purple? the air being naturally purple i guess...and wouldn’t it hurt more to change out ears? eh, at least Frankie is taking the situation well. but you have WWII brains??? i’m pretty sure that guy was human too here my dude. (though i am once again curious how WWII influenced the monster world and how they interacted with that and other historical events). but realistically, you need a sypher key of some sort to decode things, as far as i can tell Frankie is just making up what that book says without any evidence to back it up (then again, i want “realistic” in this? ha! i’m dumb). however...it was vague enough to suggest that maybe he wasn’t purging his human persona, but was looking to integrate...or he discovered his missing piece was his human heritage...
wait Deena can video chat with dad through dimensional layers? so...my jokes about monster tinder might be right? you’d think the monsters woudl have their own cell service and internet that wouldn’t be able to interact with the human ones...but did she have an iCoffin before coming to school? is that why it works? did they jailbreak it?
ok Deuce usually helps at these yearly dinners...has heard it a bunch...so is he a junior? or does this school also house the Middle School? (i’ll take a point for that) i know species age at different rates, but the school year shouldn’t be repeated over and over until you reach the developmental milestone; you’ll have the knowledge, just go to the next grade. or is this not a yearly event, but a bi-yearly one? he’s still not a freshmen. i guess you could get away with him being held back a year, since they keep suggesting he was a trouble maker (though we have no evidence to support that) so he could be a sophomore, and repeated freshman year once. the other option is his mom’s on the alumni committee so he’s attended the event as a guest before i guess
haha “nocturnal feeders please report to the cafeteria”, thank you for acknowledging the night class
Phil Hermiton? Frankie’s “uncle”? ok, so if he’s in a monster graveyard, then he probably was a monster...so not all their parts were human, i’ll give you that one. but...why? he died at age 30 in ‘04. ok some monsters are shorter life spanned but...he died 18 years prior, his parts wouldn’t be viable for usage. did Frankie’s parents just collect parts when they became freshly available and invented suspended animation to keep then viable for decades?
aww sweet moment of Deena and Frankie connecting.
and Ghoulia lives in the graveyard. i mean...i guess that makes sense. you could use that as an undead dorm, but housing them in a crypt would be better.
oh NOW you’ve learned toilet potions are bad lol. and again, citing witchcraft is a human thing. and another musical number at the halfway point, about being yourself and having friends who don’t judge your weirdness. yeah, sure.
i need lunch. this 90 min movie has been going on for 2 hours...and we’re only halfway through...ok 30 min later we are back to the movie
hey wait, is it really wise to be loudly singing about spellwork and stuff there when you know Ghoulia’s bed is like 10 feet to the left? but ooo mysterious shadow, dundundun
wait another musical number? oh no just the radio. and the coffin bean is on-campus? i knew mayo was an evil magic! but oh the lore breaky coffee cup is plot important.
purple haired backgrounder named Scary??? huh...
waitwaitwait confirmation that humans who die become ghosts, because of that Queen Elizabeth I joke????
oh good, the movie had a decapitation for all of 5 seconds
no don’t talk about magic plans, i wanna hear about the dragon lore girls! historical lore for world building!! and dragons!!!! wait...Mr OC has a two toned outfit...half and half...is he gonna be a Hyde? is that why he’s a nerd and doesn’t look a thing like a minotaur? cause that’d be dumb...
oh it’s mirror zoom call time with the Darculs. so yeah, Drac is now Ram and Ula is Cleo. and vamps vs witches for centuries???
monster biology? not biteology? boo
wait Gorgons are ostracized in the monster community? is it because of their human ancestry? the whole “snake hair and turn to stone” can’t be it, other monster species have more deadly powers than those. and Deuce is the first in his family to go to the school? (doesn’t ruin Seth, that’s fine there) so his mom is not an alumni...so he is older than 15 and possibly was held back.
oh it’s another musical number for real this time, 58 min in. again, his glasses aren’t tinted dark enough; i’d give you they could be the proper prescription to reflect/block the goron gaze, but the “they think i’m sleeping” line does not work. maybe he used to have darker glasses in his “a few years i was on a dark path” phase, but it’s not now. but good on Deuce for not getting mad at Deena for saying “i just waned your snake venom”...though he sorta should have...
see Ghoulia is right there and listening to you guys, she knows all your witchcraft and halfbreed secrets. you guys are just lucky she’s cool and not a narc
ok Cleo just admitted she was once mortal, aka human. WHY is she cool to be here??? you guys hate humans. is it because she’s been undead for X-amount of time? it can’t be because she was affected by/used magic since witchcraft is also bad and hated.
“you should be ashamed for not living up to the standards expected of you” well Bloodgood, that’s your fault for assuming these children should be untouchable paragons of monster purity or whatever; you teach high school, you should know better, kids are dumb idiots who do stupid things, whether they are monsters or not
and Cleo’s going to become good because Deena saved her unlife. well...the power of friendship was good, but this is a good way to start that off i guess. the school throwing a tantrum though; why would it “tear itself apart" because of an internal threat? shouldn’t it be trying to purge itself of that threat? or is it more like it’ll rip apart the pocket space they’re in, and phase the school back into the human realm?
oh musical reprise time, 1:05 into it, ok. but surprised she could run away so easily, since you know just caught galivanting past curfew, no one was watching the dorm? and Ula can travel to the human world too??? Frankie too? so anyone can travel that portal? did the other kids all travel by portal/s?
OH! she needed a HUMAN hand to open the door. ok, i did not notice/think of that, so kudos. but why did you invoke the name of your principal as a declaration of shock?
uhoh you left the crypt open, rookie mistake ghouls.
lol Frankie wanting to make a bomb.
oh look it’s Mr OC...and *sarcastic gasp* no way you’re telling me minotaurs are HALF HUMAN. the guy who looked the most human in eth whole school was HUMAN. who would’ve thunk it! i am in complete and utter shock. and he’s not Eddy but Eddy’s son with a minotaur lady? so...he’s a quarter human? whatever, he’s the bad guy and the unclean spirit, hurray i win. but...if he’s Eddy’s son, and Eddy and Wolf Mom were in school together why is he older? did Eddy knockup his prom date or something? but he did say “mother’s maiden name” implying she and Eddy were married? or she married someone...why do i care, he’s the bad guy now, can we just roll with that. so wait, he couldn’t open the door because he didn’t get the human switch (ignoring his hands look human anyways) so...he’s not half human then, because he only got the Hyde not the Jekyll. he makes no sense. G3 Jackson you are not good sir (thank ra). and yeah, is that’s closer to what pure minotaurs look like (and we go know how Manny looks too mind you) how did no one think he wasn’t a pureblood to begin with???? yeah sure, go threaten to destroy the place as an act of revenge for your dad, that’s fine. i’m still confused by your biology and the world’s politicking here my dude.
ok, so an uber monster that can steal others’ powers...that’s actually a great idea for a villain.
oh hai Lagoona, sorta forgot you were a character here
oh that’s Abbey being a server at the diner...i thought that was a white werecat. kinda wondering who all the alumni donners are though...we got a Nosferatu and a Minotaur (again, we see him there, HOW did you think Mr OC was a pureblood???) but what are the ladies? is the white haired one a ghost lady?
so powerless Ula can still magic, because witchcraft taps into magic and is not innate. good good.
why is Ghoulia rushing in to help out? i get Heath and Abbey having followed Deuce, but she was dirt napping to the left and didn’t bother to jump in to help until now?
it’s funny how human!Deena looks more like Deena than G3 Deena does
and really, we defat the bad guy THAT easily? uhg, kids’ movie
ok so Deena thinks she’s getting kicked out. but again, letting her run out in the human wilds AS A WOLF would just reveal yourselves. you should lock her up...but again, she’s not getting kicked out, she gets to stay cause everyone decided that centuries of segregation might’ve been a bad idea. uhhu, sure. but i guess confirmation that momma Wolf is dead since the “she would’ve been so proud” line kinda suggests that?
dad, cubs aren’t wolves...but wait he’s Apollo? he’s the sun? and momma the moon?? i...that’s cheesey. lets just roll into the closing musical number as everyone’s arcs are quickly wrapped up. Deena gets to stay, Ula gets to study magic with Drac’s approval, Frankie gets to have friends, and Deuce gets to be a politician.
oh and sequel baiting with some witch thinking Ula can destroy all vampires? meh, sure i guess.
so...wow it took me 3 hours to watch a 90 minute movie. but unlike the netflix death note, it wasn’t from rage i just...i like lore, i’m fairly familiar with the G1 lore, and this couldn’t hold it’s own consistency you know? it’s far from a **bad** adaptation. i honestly like it far better than WtMH as a restart of the property. but it...idk. it was far less Descendants than i thought it’d be, so that’s also good. apparently the series is not directly tied to this, this is semi-stand alone as far as i’m aware? idk. it was good to watch it, but probably not something i’ll watch again on my own.
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Felix Felicis
MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3
Chapter 21 - The Halloween Fair
[ DS ]
On the afternoon of the Halloween fair, I take out the costume that Miss Hannigan picked out for me from the closet. Ever since I’ve got it, I’m beyond excited to wear it. It’s a black low-cut shirt, a white, checkered suit with a blazer that ties at the waist and a flaring skirt. As I put on the blonde wig and the black beret, I turn to the mirror channeling my best inner Faye Dunaway and say to myself in a breathy, southern lilt: “My, my, don’t you just look dandy, Miss Bonnie Parker!”
My friends have been roped into manning the booths of the fair and somehow, I’ve slipped under the town people’s radars, which leaves me able to roam around the fair, albeit alone. Since I’ve known most people in this town ever since I was little, I’m never actually alone at these happenings, people tend to just pull me into their conversation as I walk by. But as luck will have it, as I’m rounding one of the booths of the fair, I find myself face to face with the one person I had secretly hoped to see.
He’s wearing a brown tweed suit with a matching waistcoat and over the white collared shirt he’s tied an emerald green tie. Perched on his head is a white fedora. ‘Shit. He’s Clyde. What the fuck?’
We stop in our tracks and stare at each other for a moment, taking in our respective costumes. He’s the first one to regain his ability to speak.
“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” His Warren Beatty impression is perfect right down to the Texan drawl. ‘God help me…’
“Gosh, I hope you’ve parked the getaway car around the corner, Clyde!” I’m putting on my best Faye Dunaway impression again as I add a wink to my statement and just continue to walk past him. My heart thumping hard against my chest betrays my cool exterior, but that’s my secret and my secret alone.
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[ FM ]
When we finally get to the Halloween fair that Felix has roped me into, dressed up in a costume I didn’t even pick myself. We trail the grounds together and we’re drawn to the candy apple booth. Well actually, Felix draws us to this exact booth, the little sneak, but I can’t resist his pout and pleading eyes, so we end up getting an apple each. Munching away happily, his mouth full, he asks the question I’ve been too scared to ask myself: “Hey dad, do you think Miss Scully is here too with her friends?” I hope she is, if only to see what kind of costume she has picked out for herself, but I can’t tell Felix that. Instead, I just shrug and we continue our stroll across the town square.
When we round another booth, we both stop in our tracks as we see a blonde woman appear before us , dressed in a checkered suit and a beret on her head. ‘Bonnie. She’s the freakin’ Bonnie to your Clyde. Your sidekick. No, your partner in crime. The woman you love. In the movie of course. Insert awkward cough.’.
Felix is oblivious of course, he hasn’t seen the movies and I doubt he even knows what my costume is, let alone Miss Scully’s. I scrape together the last braincells that are left in my head and a stupid movie quote is the only thing I can think of at this moment.
“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” The retort she gives me combined with her wink render me speechless until she’s well past me and Felix, mingling with the small crowd that welcomes her into their midst just a few feet away from us.
Felix does the thing I wish I could bring myself to do, staring at her retreating form in wonder and he also speaks the words that have sprung to my own mind.
“Wow!”
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[ DS ]
Countless conversations later and a little tipsy on the delicious apple cider they always serve at the Halloween fair, I wander along the booths when I hear a voice I haven’t heard in over a year. And could’ve gone forever not hearing again. It’s my ex-whatever Steve, talking to one of his friends.
I’m hidden pretty well in the crowd of people due to my shortness but I can still catch flashes of their conversation. When I hear my name, I stop, straining my ears.
“Dana? Oh God, no. She’s not even close to being a serious contender for a relationship.” I wince at his statement as well as the tone of his voice. “She’s just always there, you know? Like a well trained Golden Retriever, I say the word and she comes running. Such an easy lay!” When they share a laugh I can feel the flush of shame and anger crawl up my neck.
The situation he describes is exactly what I’ve spent countless hours in therapy getting over. But what he says next really drives a stake through my heart. “It’s so pathetic, but if it’s what I have to do to get laid, whatever. She’s even dirtier in bed than any hot teacher fantasy you could ever imagine and what they say about good Catholic girls is very, very accurate, if you know what I mean!”
If he weren’t the demon I have to face every time I try to get over my past, I would’ve revealed myself and give his ass a good kicking for talking about me the way he has. But not knowing how I’ll react to being face-to-face with him, I stay hidden behind a group of mummies and zombies like a fucking coward.
I’m so furious with him and myself for not being able to stand up to him. Where the hell are my friends when I need them? I haven’t seen them all evening and I could really use their company to talk some sense into me. Since they’re nowhere to be found, I head towards the bar set up in the back and slide onto a stool, ordering a shot of Tequila. ‘Fuck it! That low-life is not even worth your time of day!’
On the surface, I’m so angry I want to set this whole damn place on fire, but deep down, the past hurt resurfaces to join the hurt from his words I just heard.
By the time I’ve downed my second shot, I’ve repeated the mantra that I’m a strong woman who’s better off without men in my head about a thousand times. I see someone slide onto the stool next to me out of the corner of my eye as I order another shot of Tequila to keep the two empty glasses in front of me company.
“A third shot of Tequila is just asking for trouble, if you ask me.” I turn my head slowly towards my bar-mate to tell him exactly where to shove his smart-ass remark when I’m faced with my supposed partner in crime, the charming one with the disarmingly innocent smile on his stupid face. I’m staring him down defiantly, my eyes never leaving his while the bartender places my glass in front of me and I grab it, downing it in a swift motion, daring him in my mind to say anything else. He doesn’t comment, good for him, and orders a shot for himself, just raising his glass silently and I clink it with my empty one – I’m tipsy, not insane, chasing one shot with another.
We’re staring straight ahead during our conversation, turning our glasses over and over between our fingers.
“Which guy seems to be the problem and how many rounds of ammo do I need to take him out?,” he asks after minutes of silence. I want to lean into him for just assuming that it’s a man that has me sitting here seething, but unfortunately, he’s right. This one time.
“How many rounds you got?” He scoffs at that.
“Plenty. And I know of exactly eleven ways to get rid of a body without raising suspicion.”
“And here I was thinking the FBI frowned upon their employees giving out top-level secrets on how to hide away evidence of a crime committed.”
“I’m not going to tell you, I wouldn’t want you to be held in contempt of Congress when questioned.”
“How do you know I wouldn’t rat you out when questioned by Congress?”
“Just a hunch… Talk to me, Red. What happened tonight?” He turns towards me and I can feel his gaze dancing over the skin of my face.
“You really want to know? Well, turns out the asshole of an ex of mine decided that today might be the perfect time to make an encore appearance in my life and reminded me again why I should’ve kicked him to the curb a long time ago instead of hoping I could change him.” Looking down at the bar, I trace my finger through the condensation drops, my anger slowly dissipating and my voice growing more and more quiet. “I heard him say some pretty awful things about me tonight.”
I relax into his hand when he places it comfortingly on my back, right between my shoulder blades, and huff out a sigh. “I’m sorry.,” is the only thing he says, but doesn’t add anything else, giving me the choice if I wanted to elaborate or not.
“What I witnessed today was the way he’s always been but I just couldn’t see through the masquerade of the sweet guy, he was so kind and said all the right things and he quite literally wooed the pants off me from the get-go.”
“Love bombing.” ‘Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a profiler. You probably already got one worked out for me, trust-issues, anxious attachment style, possibly daddy issues, in short, a hot mess. Avoid at all costs.’
“Pretty much, yeah. And I was stupid enough to believe it.” I raise my hand to call over the bartender for another round.
“You’re not stupid. It’s hard to tell the difference between genuine interest and love bombing in the beginning.” ‘Yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s exactly why I’m sitting here torn between wanting you to make a pass at me and being absolutely terrified that you actually will.’
“How about we pass on the shots and get some water instead before calling it a night?”
“I think that’s probably a good idea, Mr. Mulder!”
“You know, after tonight, what do you say we just drop the Mister?” I nods slowly, pursing my lips.
“So just Fox?” He makes a pained face.
“No, please don’t. Just Mulder is fine.”
“Mh-hm. I guess since we’re dropping the titles, that that makes me Scully? Little odd, but alright!”
We get the check and argue back and forth about who gets to pay, him putting an end to it with a firm “Will you give it a rest, you’ll get to pick up the next check!”.
In my attempt to slide off the barstool gracefully despite three tequila shots, my heel catches onto the rail at the bottom and I stumble over the stool, knocking it over in the process. I have only his quick reflexes to thank that I don’t follow suit, his arms catching me around my waist and pulling me upright again.
He has the audacity to laugh, the bastard, and I’m beyond mortified. “Easy there, partner! Do you need a ride home? Felix is at a pajama party at his friend Suzie’s house, so I’m free to be your pumpkin carriage for tonight.” ‘NO! Yes? No. Get your hands off me. Don’t let go just yet.’
I’m so confused at the tug of war in my fuzzy head but I hate getting a cab alone and I’m in heels on top of being tipsy, I don’t want to walk home alone at night.
As we walk out, his hand finds his way to the small of my back guiding me through the crowds while making sure I don’t stumble again.
On the drive to the beach house, I manage not to fall asleep despite how tired I feel, too afraid of snoring or, God forbid, drooling onto myself. His hands find my back again guiding me up the stairs to the front door and I turn to face him at the top, even more nervous.
“Thanks for the ride, Mulder. And for listening.”
“Anytime, Scully. Good night!”
When he leans in, I start to panic that this is it and I think it shows on my face, because he only kisses my cheek, just like I did after the birthday party before getting back in the car and heading home. I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed.
I can’t ignore the flutter of excitement every time his hands land anywhere on my body but what I will absolutely deny, even to myself, is the way my heart constricts in my chest when he gazes at me that way and the sense of comfort that settles over me when we’re together.
Bodily reactions I can deal with, it’s when it comes to emotions is where it gets scary.
I just don’t think my heart can survive another Steve.
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Parent Trap
Part 1
A/N: It’s here yall. The Marcus Moreno x Reader Parent Trap AU. There are some swears. Some point of view switching but I note it in bold.
‘Thoughts’ “Speak”
The Hero:
Marcus Moreno was in the middle of meeting with the Heroics. Going over assignments, and potential threats to be on the lookout. He was listening to Miracle Guy talk about something ridiculous when his cellphone went off. He glanced down, and his eyes widen in surprised. It was Missy’s school.
He quickly answered it, saying, “Hello?”
“Hello, Mr. Moreno? This is Principal O’Shaughnessy. If you could please come down to the school, as soon as possible. There’s been an incident involving your daughter and two other students,” Came an older male voice.
“I’m on my way,” Marcus got up and rushed out, not caring that he left in the middle of a meeting.
The Artist:
Y/N Graves was a simple woman. She worked as artist, which meant she was often home, elbow deep into whatever project she was working on currently. That was where she was when her phone rang.
She dropped her paint brush to answer it with a cheery, “‘Ello?”
“Miss Graves, this is Principal O’Shaughnessy, your daughter Artemis? Was involved in an incident at school with two other students. If you could please come as soon as possible,” Came a man’s voice.
“Be there soon,” She hung up, quickly cleaning her brushes before she left.
She hopped into her car and drove to the school; thankful it was only a couple blocks away. She made her way inside and to the principal’s office. She stops short when she sees her daughter standing near another little girl, with long curly black hair and dark eyes. Before noticing the third kid, a boy, who was sitting in a plastic chair, with a black eye and tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.
“What the fu—frick?” She whispered taking in everything with slight horror.
Artemis giggled softly at her almost swearing. She goes to say something to her when she felt someone crash into her from behind. She stumbled forward trying to regain her balance. She turned around to yell but stopped.
“Marcus?” She asked staring at a face she hadn’t seen in years.
“Shade?” He parroted calling her by her nickname, one she hadn’t heard in years.
She then asked, “Please tell me that one is not yours,” pointing at the boy.
“No. The other one behind you,” Marcus said with a chuckle.
Before they could say much more a woman with dyed hair, lululemons and a tank top came in, her voice high-pitched with outrage at the sight of her kid.
“What happened to my baby!?” She screeched out.
The Principal cleared his throat at that time, to gain everyone’s attention. Shade moved over to stand by her daughter, as Marcus did the same.
“Mrs. Delaney, it appears that your son was bullying, Miss Moreno here. Miss Moreno tried to walk away from him several times, but your son continued to follow her, and even began shoving her. That was when Miss Graves stepped in, and punched your son,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy explained reading off an incident report.
“Or at least that was what stated from the teacher’s watching. Miss Moreno, would you like to tell us what happened?” He directed his attention to Marcus’ daughter.
“Tommy was teasing me about not having active powers. He kept saying mean things like ‘oh your dad must be disappointed in having a lame daughter.’ And stuff like that. I tried to walk away from him several times, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. Artemis came over and told him to go away. When he didn’t, she punched him, telling him to leave me alone,” Missy recounted staring at the ground.
“What lies! My Tommy would never! I hope you plan on punishing them!” Mrs. Delaney exclaimed angrily.
Shade rolled her eyes to the high heavens and stared at this dramatic woman, pointedly.
“My daughter defended her friend. Against a bully. If anyone should be punished, it should be your kid. It’s not our fault you raised an ass,” Shade sassed, crossing her arms.
Mrs. Delaney gasped in exaggerated horror, even going so far as to covering her son’s ears. The girls giggled quietly at her, and Marcus was trying not to laugh.
“Mrs. Graves, if you could please refrain from the foul language. Mrs. Delaney, I have warned you multiple times about Tommy’s behaviors. This is the last straw. He will be suspended for 2 weeks. As for Miss Graves, seeing as this is your first offense, you will get a warning. I do not tolerate fighting on school grounds, got it?” Mr. O’Shaughnessy cut in.
Mrs. Delaney grabbed her son, muttering something ‘I have never..’ and left.
The kids still have a couple hours left of class, but the principal gave them permission to leave early if they wished. The girls went and got their bags and whatever assignments they were going to miss for the day. Marcus and Shade stood outside by the entrance waiting for them.
The Kids:
Missy looked over at Artemis and asked, “So. You saw our parents act weird when they saw each other right?”
Artemis nodded as she grabbed her jacket and bag. “They clearly know each other. Did you see the way they looked at each?”
“All goo-goo eyed? Yes! I haven’t seen my dad look like that since…” Missy trailed off, thinking in her head, ‘since before my mom passed away.’
Artemis, who had made fast friends with Missy when she moved here a month ago, knew what she was thinking of. Artemis reached out and held her hand, giving it a small squeeze. Missy smiled at her in response and the 2 of them walked out to their parents.
Artemis looked at her mom and Missy’s dad and got an idea, “Mom, can we go get ice cream? I know that fighting is bad and all, but I was defending my friend.”
Her mom sighed, and looked at the two of them, with squinting eyes. She turned to Missy’s dad and said, “What do ya think? Think they’ve earned a treat?”
The Hero:
He looked at the kids and then back at Shade, who had a soft smile. “Sure. Why not?”
The girls cheered and rushed to the cars. “Uh. Pops on 15th St. sound good?” He asked.
“That place still exists? Damn,” Shade chuckled looking off to the side. “Uh. Yeah. Pops sounds good to me. See ya there in a minute.”
Marcus smiled, lightly biting his lip before making his way to his car, as Shade did the same.
Missy was already in the backseat, buckled up and ready to go. The drive to Pops was a quick 10 minutes, and as they made there way inside, they noticed Shade and Artemis hadn’t arrived yet, so they took a seat in a booth. Missy insisted that she sit on the outside, and Marcus complied with a shake of his head.
He heard the door opened and looked up to see Shade standing there and he was thrown back to all the times he took her here on a date. She was still just as beautiful as he remembered her.
The Artist:
As Shade stepped inside, she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. Pops still looked the same as it did when she was a teenager. She finds Marcus easy enough; he too looked a little dazed at being back here.
Her and Artemis go to join them, Artemis insisting to sit on the outside as well. Shade rolled her eyes and allowed it this one time.
The waitress came up and took their orders. 15 minutes passed and soon 4 milkshakes, 2 large and 2 kids sized in to-go cups, were set in front of them. The girls grabbed theirs and ran off to sit at another table, giggling.
“I feel like we are being set-up,” Shade whispered with a raised eyebrow.
“Possibly,” Marcus agreed, before clearing his throat.
“So. How.. How have you been?” He asked awkwardly.
“Been pretty good. I see you’ve been busy,” She quietly teased nodding to his wedding ring.
“Oh! Um. Yeah. But… uh… not,” He stammered trying to respond.
Shade gave him a look of sudden realization, “How long?”
“About 6 years. Cancer,” He answered lowly not wanting Missy to hear.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was wonderful,” She said with a sad smile.
“She was. Umm. Ahem. What about you? Ever get married or got someone special waiting at home?” he asked trying to redirect the attention off of him.
“Nope. Uh. Had a boyfriend for a couple years. He left the day I told him I was pregnant. So. It’s been just the 2 of us ever since,” Shade explained after taking a long sip from her milkshake.
“Then he didn’t deserve either of you,” Marcus replied, his voice soft.
Shade smiled, looking down to hide her face.
She cleared her throat and noticed out of the corner of her eye, Missy and Artemis were watching them intently.
“Marcus… I think our kids are trying to set us up,” She muttered. “Glance over at them casually.”
Marcus does so and sees the two of them trying to act nonchalantly but were very much keeping an eye on them.
He chuckled, “No. They’re just.. Concerned. They’re best friends who want to make sure we get along.”
“Mh. I don’t know. My kid can be quite devious. Her favorite movie is The Parent Trap. Well. Next to The Mummy,” Shade wasn’t convinced.
Marcus laughed at that and stared at her softly.
“Not gonna lie… I’ve missed you,” Marcus admitted.
“I missed you as well. Maybe um.. Maybe we can set up a day to catch up?” Shade offered hopeful.
“I’d like that, maybe Saturday? We can leave the kids with my mom for the day. We can… go to the park or that café you like so much? Well. If you still like it that is,” Marcus rambled slightly.
“I do. Sounds like a date,” Shade said confirming the idea.
They exchanged numbers and finished their shakes, before rounding up their kids.
She waved goodbye to him as they parted ways.
Artemis was bouncing up and down in her seat.
“Clearly, you are having a sugar overload, guess we need to work that off,” Shade stated, shaking her head.
“No. Just happy. How do you know Mr. Moreno, mama?” Artemis asked as they began to drive off.
“We dated in high school, and through a good portion of college,” Shade explained glancing back at her through the rear-view mirror.
“Oh. Why did you break up?” Artemis asked curiously.
“He was becoming a pretty famous Heroic and I was making a name for myself in the art field. We drifted. We hardly ever saw each other and when we did, we argued a lot. So, we figured it was better if we broke up,” Shade acknowledged with a sad sigh.
“But… you still like him? And he clearly likes you?” Artemis questioned, looking confused.
“Yes. I do still like him, and how do you know he likes me?” Shade countered with a grin.
“He stared at you like Rick does when he sees Evy,” Artemis said matter of factly, referencing The Mummy.
Shade laughed at how seriously she said that. ‘Kids.’
The Hero:
Missy looked at her dad and smiled at the dreamy face he was making.
“You like her?” Missy asked with a silly smile.
“I do. Does that bother you? Me liking someone?” Marcus asked worriedly.
“Dad. I don’t think mom would be mad if you moved on. I just want you to be happy. You work so much to make me happy and when you’re not with me, you’re saving the world. I think you deserve to be happy too,” Missy assured hugging him.
“When did you get so smart?” He asked, returning the hug.
“I learned from you, duh,” She answered cutely.
“Now you’re just sucking up. C’mon. Let’s go home. I have a lot of explaining to do for running out in the middle of a meeting,” Marcus said as the two of them hopped into the car.
“Also. I hope you know… I have never been disappointed in you not having active powers. You’re my daughter and I love you so much. Your power is far more special than being able to fly or run fast.” He mentioned looking back at her.
Missy nodded her head muttering, “I love you too. Thank you.”
The Kids:
That night, Missy and Artemis texted one another, concocting a plan to get their parents together. Their plan was slightly devious, but it was their parents own good. They just hoped it would work.
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𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈
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𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 : I think it’s called periwinkle blue in english (the color doesn’t have a name in french), it’s been so since I was little but now I’m more into certain color pairings than any specific color 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 : On simblr I’m part way through @pixelnrd’s legacy and I got a lot more decade legacies bookmarked to read. In terms of books I’ve started Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf a few days ago, I always love her writting style, it’s like the narration is fluttering about and twirling you around, but that also means it takes me ages to read her books, I need full concentration (+ I’m a slow reader anyway). I wish I knew more authors with this kind of style (maybe Proust ? I have only read Swann’s Way so I’m not sure..)
𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 : I listened to some Akiko Yano albums on loop yesterday especially Tadaima so it’s probably Rose Garden, I’m taking a music break before I feel like listening to it again (and to think that I put on Akiko Yano to stop myself from listening to The Slits and The Raincoats on loop lol) 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝒎𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 : It’s The Mummy Returns but I didn’t watch it completely I got bored and let it play in the background ... I was on a mummy movies roll (I watched the 1932, 1959 and 1999 ones a week ago) mostly motivated by Rachel Maksy’s obsession with the 1999 movie, but this makes me want to give up on the 2000s ones, anyway I’m now obsessed with Zita Johann’s face. I think the last movie I actually watched start to finish was Life Is A Quiet Long River (an 80s satirical french comedy, it’s kind of cult or in my family at least) which I rewatched with my parent, it was on tv 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : It was either PEN15 (the 7 first episodes of the season 2) or Picnic At Hanging Rock (I had just finish reading the book and rewatching the movie) 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐲 ? mh I like savoury and sweet but it seems sugary things tends to give me headaches, so savoury is for the best 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 : I want to pet the cat but don’t want to disturbe her :’( she’s sleeping, she’s so cute ❤️ 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 ? I’m more of an herbal tea/rooibos kind of gal : I have far too many for someone who drink so little of them ! I should make infusions more often but I mostly make some when I have people over or to treat myself, otherwise I forget about it 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 : In my life nothing but in term of cc : I’m working on a couple of things at the same time, I have chore jackets soon to be finished but before I will probably release an accessory shirt to give a little more poof to some 1890s, 40s and 80s styles (it’s very simple actually I just haven’t seen anybody doing it). Also I have 3 simlish fonts hanging around to post at some point and I need to refill my queue with some of my thousands of hoarded cc.
As always I’ve written to much, sorry 🙃 Ahhh I don’t know who to tag it is so intimidating, I don’t know anyone... Just anyone that feel like it, I guess 😳
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Freaky Fusions Neighthan Rot Diary
6/14
I must be the clumsiest zombicorn in the entire monster world. Granted I’m the only one, at least the only I know of, as far as I can tell. My dad said if he would have had any idea I was going to be so clumsy, he would have named me “Trip”. Lucky for me, I have a built-in first aid kit in the form of my horn. It works great when it comes to healing physical bumps, bruises and scrapes, but no so much for emotional ones. I think that’s why I want to be a psychologist so that I can help monsters feel better from the inside out. Definitely have enough experience seeing how hard it is for a monster when they don’t have someone they trust that’ll listen to what they’re going through. I know it’s a lot more complicated than that, but it’s easy to feel alone when you don’t think you’re being heard.
6/17
I filled out my application for Monster High today and was surprised to find a section that asked me to talk about my family scaritage. I was hesitant at first, but when I talked to Mom and Dad, they told me “just tell the story.” Of course, they each have their own version of the story. Dad said to make sure I used his vision, which made Mom roll her eyes. Dad was an art major in college, and one of his class assignments required him to sketch illustrations of wild unlife. He says he was so stealthy that he was able to sneak up on any creature in the forest and draw for hours without ever being noticed. Mom says she always knew Dad was coming, because she could hear him tripping over, under and through every vine, branch and twig in the woods. She said that the only reason Dad was able to sketch “unnoticed” was because she told the woodland creatures that she sensed Dad’s heart was pure and kind, so they just ignored him. Dad said he always felt “watched” when he was there, so he started having “conversations” with his watcher. They were all one-sided, but Mom said Dad talked about his unlife, his hopes and screams, and he was funny. Mom started looking forward to Dad’s visits and debated about coming out of hiding, so he could see her, but always talked herself out of it. Then one day, when he sat down to draw, he said, “My class is ending, and I won’t be coming back. Thanks for keeping me company all this time, and I drew something for you.” The sketch that Dad held up was of a unicorn. Over time, and without realizing it, Mom’s shyness had been overcome by Dad’s kindness and good humor; so much so, that each time he visited, she hid less and less. Dad never let on that he could see her though because he was afraid she would run away and never come back. So Mom, who can transform into a two-legged creature at will, walked out and sat next to Dad. They have been at each other’s side ever since.
6/21
I got a text today from Sirena, asking if I would meet her at the Coffin Bean to talk about something. I think she purposely kept it vague, because she has many “somethings” floating around in her head, and she’s never sure which one it is she wants to discuss until she’s literally hovering in front of you. Not that it bothers me, it’s just who she is. Also, if she gets distracted, which happens, you’re not left on the hook worrying about a specific problem she might be having. While I was waiting for her, a group of high school ghouls came through the door. They were laughing and being silly, which caused me to look up from the book I was reading just in time to catch the eye of the most beautiful ghoul I have ever seen. She had black and white streaked hair pulled up in a pony tail – I love that look – pale mint green skin, and matching neck bolts. It was her eyes that I got caught in though, one blue, one green, and both totally electric. I think we both realized we were caught in each other’s sightline at the same time, and we quickly looked away. She was with a mummy and werewolf ghoul, but I don’t remember much about either one of them. It was like a music video, where everything slows down and fades into the background except the star. I couldn’t decide whether to introduce myself or run and hide. I though that I would wait until they sat down, but they grabbed their order to go. I had this moment of panic that made me feel like if I didn’t follow her out and get her name and number, I would never see her again. Only I didn’t follow her, I just sat there like a gargoyle on a wall and watched her leave. But as she was leaving, she turned and looked back like she had forgotten something, our eyes met briefly again, it may have been just my imagination or a trick of the light, but it looked like a little spark leapt off her neck bolts. Then she was gone, and I missed my chance. I don’t even know if she lives around here. Maybe, she was visiting or from another country, or if she does live here, I’m sure she must be dating some manster that’s the captain of the football team or something. How could a ghoul like that not be? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, and now I probably never will but if I ever do see her again, I promise I will, find out. As for Sirena, she did show up, but whatever that “something” was she wanted to discuss I don’t remember a word of it.
7/10
I went to the movies with Avea and Bonita last night. Sirena was supposed to join us, but didn’t show until we got to the Die-ner after the show. I wasn’t that excited about the film, but I was hoping maybe I’d see the ghoul from the Coffin Bean at the theater, but I didn’t. I was thinking about going home after the movie instead of to the Die-ner, but the ghouls wanted to talk about MH. They don’t think we’re going to get in, but for some reason I do. Maybe, I’m just being naïve, or maybe I think we deserve something clawsome to happen to us.
7/12
I called Monster High today to see if I could meet with Headless Headmistress Bloodgood. I had a speech all memorized to try and talk my way past her secretary and onto her calendar. My speech was completely thrown off though, when the headmistress was the monster that actually answered the phone. I kind of panicked and said, “My name is Neighthan Chance and I would like a Rot to talk to you about… ummm…” There was silence on the other end of the line, and I thought I either heard a cough or a laugh, and she said, “Mr. Rot, my calendar is open for this afternoon, so why don’t you come in and see me at three.” I got there at two and paced back and forth in front of the school for about twenty minutes, when I heard someone calling my name, “Mr. Rot, do come in before you wear a moat into the front lawn.” I looked up to see Headless Headmistress Bloodgood standing at the top of the school steps. I went up the steps two at a time, and naturally, I tripped, landed hard and skinned my arm from wrist to elbow. HHB offered to take me to the nurse’s office, but I just used my horn and healed the scrape. If she was the least bit surprised, she didn’t show it. We sat in her office, and I talked while she mostly listened. First off, I told her that I was there of my own accord and that the ghouls didn’t know about it; that I just wanted to ask her to give Sirena, Bonita and Avea’s applications special consideration. I told her about their backgrounds and their friendship and their parents and that even though Sirena, Bonita and Avea had been to a bunch of different schools, it didn’t mean that they were troublemakers. I said they’d never gotten the chance to go to a school where the inner monster was more important than the outer one, and that I believed things could be different here. HHB took her head off and put it on the desk. “I’m curious to know why you think that,” she asked. I thought for a moment and finally said, “Because that’s the foundation of Monster High is built upon, isn’t it? That it doesn’t matter who your parents are, or what kind of monster you happen to be, and you don’t just say it. You unlive it.” HHB put her head back on and leaned back in her chair. She then said, “What about yourself then, Mr. Rot? Do you not wish to be a student at Monster High?” I told her that I did, but that I didn’t want to take a spot that could go to one of my friends. After I finished my plea, the headmistress furrowed her brow and leaned forward, “That’s very noble of you, Mr. Rot, but why do you assume that you’d be accepted, either?” I must have looked totally shocked at the thought of that possibility, then her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Relax, Mr. Rot, I was only teasing. You are a very earnest young manster with what appears to be a genuinely compassionate heart. That aside, you need not concern yourself with sacrificing your spot for one of your friends – at Monster High, space will be made when space is required.” I sat back in my chair and breathed a little sigh of relief. We talked a little while longer, and then, as she walked me out, I saw a picture on the wall of the MH Fear Squad. They were doing a pyramid, and at the top was the ghoul I saw at the Coffin Bean. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, and I asked, “Who is that?” HHB told me her name was Frankie Stein. “You two should meet someday,” she said. “I think you’d find you have much in common.” It was a nice thing for her to say, but how could I have anything in common with perfection?
7/30
I got my letter from Monster High today. By the time mine was delivered, Bonita, Sirena and Avea had all gotten theirs and called to give me the good news. I opened mine and stopped reading after “We are delighted to inform you…��� I’m in. We’re all in. We made it… we made it.
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Mr. Mummy, Sr. Muerte, Ms. Kindergrubber and Mr. Hackington. Profile arts
#Ms. Kindergrubber#Mr. Hackington#Profile art#monsterhigh#Monster High#Mr. Mummy#Sr. Muerte#mh#mattel#pictures#Artworks#monster high art#monster high artworks#boys
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My Musings as the ‘First Lady’
This Blog is a sequel to previous two Blogs which have covered my husband’s innings as Commander 27 Mountain Artillery Brigade. At the outset, I have a variety of memories, while I faced a variety of challenges, in my new role as the ‘First Lady’, in a new family of the Arty Brigade. My unique experiences began in the end of Mar 2001, soon after I entered the majestic “Gun House” at Bagrakote. I felt really privileged to be welcomed to my new Role. I admit that it took me about a week to settle down, adapt to the new lifestyle and understand my new responsibilities. Bagrakote itself was a small village surrounded by tea gardens and the nearest market was at Mal Bazar, which was about 20 km away. Hence, I had to travel all the way for purchasing even basic necessities, grocery & vegetables. My first shopping trip itself was so special, since my Gypsy was followed by a Jeep with an armed escort as per the security instructions. I felt so awkward, albeit amused, which made me decide that I should minimise my shopping trips in the future. I also planned that suitable transport must be provided to the jawans & families as well, for their shopping trip to Mal Bazar on every Sunday/holiday. It proved to be a very useful facility, specially in a remote location.
Aditya began his academic session in Ninth standard in Army School, Bagrakote. It was a small school with limited facilities and very few students as compared to APS Pune. I decided to involve myself towards improvement of the standard of the School and pass on my experience of three years at Pune, to all the teachers. Surprisingly, the post of the Principal was vacant, which had to be filled up urgently, after following the necessary selection process. We evolved a plan for renovation of class rooms, creation of sports grounds and special training sessions for the teachers. Thereafter, we started conducting extra coaching for students of Xth standard and practiced them in solving Question Papers, as per the CBSE pattern. Simultaneously, we planned to conduct the Sports Day in Sep which was to be followed by the Annual Day in Oct. I invited Mrs. Verma, the wife of our GOC, as the Chief Guest for the Annual Day. She was impressed with the grand show and praised all the participants for their talent & enthusiasm. In addition, she appreciated the dedicated efforts by my entire Team which had enhanced the overall standards of the Army School.
Consequent to my first interaction with the families of Brigade HQ, I came to know about various problems being faced by them. Interestingly, their biggest concern was about the likely dangers posed by small group of elephants, who were observed near the rivulet, close to the family quarters. It was feared that the elephants may trespass our area (actually their area where we were staying). As per the local practice, the villagers advised us to dig up trenches of sufficient width & depth, besides the perimeter fencing of the entire complex, which would be a suitable deterrent. This improvised barrier was completed on priority by using the excavators & bulldozers. The security of the Campus was further strengthened by establishing sentry posts on ‘machhans’ & providing the sentries with drums, ‘mashaals’ and noise making grenades. It was an unusual experience to plan and execute these innovative ideas. Eventually, we were lucky that there was no unusual encounter with the elephants, throughout our stay at Bagrakote.
In the first week of May, Ashvini & Nandini joined us during their summer vacation. We had already planned our first visit to Sikkim. Initially, all of us including Badi Mummy, went to Gangtok and stayed for two days to enable acclimatisation. Thereafter, we visited the picturesque Nathu La & the divine Harbhajan Baba shrine, both located above 12,000 ft. All of us still cherish the memories of these inspiring moments.
Vivek had to periodically attend Operational Conferences and SMDs at the Div HQ at Kalimpong. Even I had to go along to attend the AWWA Meeting where I had to brief about the progress of all the welfare activities in case of our Regiments, located at different Stations. In mid Jun, Vivek surprised us with the announcement of a plan to visit Bhutan, after obtaining necessary sanction from Army HQ. Our first vacation in a foreign country, was most exciting and rejuvenating. Thereafter, Ashvini & Nandini left for Pune to resume their academic sessions while Aditya continued to enjoy the solitude of Bagrakote.
We have fond memories of our stay in our spacious “Gun House”, particularly during the monsoon season. It was also the period when the crystal clear streams and the ridgelines landscaped with the tea gardens in close proximity to our location acquired a picture-perfect look. Our Campus seemed to have been transformed into a scenic island. During good visibility, we were lucky to get a splendid view of the Kanchenjunga ranges from our lawn itself. In Oct, we felt delighted to welcome our relatives from Aurangabad who had planned their tour to Sikkim. They stayed in Bagrakote initially before their onward visits on the tourist circuit, for which Aditya accompanied as their Tour Guide!!
In the first week of Dec, Yogini (my niece) came along with Ashvini to Bagrakote for a short vacation. All of us decided to visit Nathu La once again, since the snowfall season had begun already. Our night halt was planned at Nathu La Hut, at Mile 14 Transit Camp enroute. In case of our previous trips to Nathu La, we had stayed at Gangtok at 6000 ft to enable acclimatisation. Yet, we chose to halt at an altitude of 10,000 ft to get a feel of staying in snow bound area. However, after reaching Nathu La Hut, I was affected by high altitude sickness compounded by very low temperatures, due to the wind chill factor. My condition became critical at night, despite constant medical care at the Transit Camp. Next morning, the Medical Specialist advised me not to proceed further but return to Gangtok for speedy recovery. However, he allowed Vivek along with Ashvini & Yogini to go ahead and visit Nathu La Pass (14,000 ft) & seek blessings at the Harbhajan Baba shrine. I continued to be under medical treatment at Nathu La Hut till they returned. Thereafter, we began our return journey and as soon as we reached Gangtok by evening, I felt perfectly fine. We had a night halt at Gangtok & left early morning for Bagrakote. It was such a relief to be back Home after this adventure!!
In the second week of Dec, there was the unprecedented attack by a group of terrorists on our Sansad Bhavan. Consequently, the entire Striking Lion Division was placed on high alert and given orders to complete all preparations and placed at 72 hours notice. This set in motion, all the activities as laid down in the SOP for mobilisation scheme. Finally, we received the executive orders to begin our move to J & K, in the next 24 hours. Our Brigade HQ was required to entrain at New Jalpaiguri (NJP) and move by the first special train. As per the Fauji customs, we assembled immediately for a special Pooja & a Havan which was performed in the Mandir existing in our Campus. This special function was attended by all the officers, jawans & the families including the children. I was really touched by this emotional ritual, when our gallant soldiers reposed their trust in the Almighty, just before their departure for the urgent operational tasks in J&K.
Next morning, our convoy moved to NJP and completed the loading of the Special train with full enthusiasm. I availed the chance to accompany Vivek upto NJP to bid farewell to our Special Train as well as the Special trains of two of our Regiments, which had moved from Oodlabari & Sevoke Road. The other Regiments of our Brigade also moved out by Special trains from their designated entraining stations near Sealdah & Howrah. We returned to Bagrakote to enable Vivek to pack up essential combat dress & equipment overnight. Next morning, he was required to reach Bagdogra Airport and move as a part of GOC’s Recce Group consisting of all the Brigade Commanders. I accompanied him upto Bagdogra and still remember our mutual feelings, while we wished each other -- “Good luck & God bless”, before the core Recce Group finally took off by IAF aircraft.
Our Campus had a desolate look after the departure of all the officers & jawans. However, a small Rear Party stayed back to provide necessary security to the Campus and administrative support to the families. I had my own apprehensions about facing my new challenges but I assured the families & the children not to worry about any requirements, while continuing their stay and routine. I conducted a special interaction session with all the families and obtained inputs about their areas of concern. Every problem has a solution and on the basis of this mindset, I planned for specific measures to be taken for various contingencies. Our first challenge was that only one Gypsy & two big vehicles were left at Bagrakote, which had to be utilised optimally, not only for central purchase of grocery, rations & vegetables from Mal Bazaar but also as the School Bus. The bigger challenge was in case of medical emergency, when the families had to travel upto MH at Siliguri, which was 40 km away.
The next major task was the improvement of our existing cable TV network, which broadcast only two channels; Door Darshan & Zee TV. Yet, all of us hoped to get the news about the latest situation in J & K. However, we were disappointed since news about such confidential deployment was never shown on TV. Another immediate requirement was to provide a telephone facility to enable all the families to receive calls from their husbands. I instructed that an Army telephone booth should be set up next to the Duty Room, which proved to be very useful. Thus, the jawans got a chance to talk to their wives & children, at least twice during the week, on stipulated days and timings. My next focus of attention was the forthcoming exams in Army School. I thought of a proactive approach and decided to conduct extra classes in our main lawn itself. It gave me immense satisfaction to coach the students in Math, Science & English, in accordance with a structured schedule prepared by me.
I followed the practice of regularly contacting the wives of the COs of all the Regiments and ascertain about the welfare of families at their Stations. Thereafter, I gave Vivek regular feedback about the status in all the Stations including Bagrakote. In mid Feb, he informed me about the receipt of his posting order to Army HQ. I was equally surprised with this news because Vivek had not completed even two years of tenure. In fact, I had just completed one year at Bagrakote. In this brief period, I had grown in experience encountering several diverse challenges. I felt a sense of achievement having applied my skills to Problem solving, Decision making and Human Resource Management. Even Aditya adjusted so easily in his new School and adapted the new lifestyle, in a remote place like Bagrakote. He learnt several games such as Badminton, Basket Ball & Cricket under the guidance of the officers of the Brigade HQ. He proved to be my solid support after the Brigade HQ moved out to J&K, since I could discuss all the problems and solutions with him frankly. It reinforced my belief that the ethos of the Armed Forces lays the foundation for the personality development of the children. Personally, it gave me tremendous satisfaction that I could offer my support to all the families, while discharging my responsibilities as the “First Lady”!!
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okay UMMMMM i had a fucking dope idea walking home. in that book i got the other day, cleo said that mr. mummy was a friend of the de niles’. and in the mh books, there’s a servant named beb who works for the de niles and who was pretty close to cleo. what if mr. mummy is the animated version of beb but he just goes by that dumbass name at mh for some reason.
he’d still be married to hasina of course but she refuses to be called mrs. mummy. they were untombed well before the de niles were, and they thought the royal family had all died during the coup so he was happy to see cleo again (not so much ramses tho)
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A Sisterly Chat
AN: This was just a silly idea based on a concept that probably has already been written about before but I wanted to give it a try. I hope you enjoy it. Ask box is open for prompts.
We have a situation – MH
Busy – SH
This is serious Sherlock! – MH
So is this – SH
I know you are microwaving marshmallows with Rosamund Watson to see if they explode. They don’t. Now will you listen? – MH
Actually, Brother Mine, they do explode if you spear them with metal skewers and put them in the microwave. – SH
An eye-roll emoji? Seriously Sherlock? Grow up. This is important – MH
Fine. What? – SH
Eurus has escaped. - MH
“What?!” Sherlock yelled, slamming the call button on his phone. One ring later and Mycroft had answered. “Why didn’t you say that first?”
“I was trying to.” Mycroft replied. “I’m overlooking the footage now, it might have been one of the new recruits. She appeared to manipulate them as they just walked out together.”
“And no one thought to stop them? Mycroft, your people are idiots.” Sherlock snapped. “What is this? The third or fourth time at least that she’s escaped?”
“We’re working on it. I’m calling to warn you to be careful. Eurus is over eighteen months without incident but we can’t be certain that she won’t relapse.” Mycroft said as Sherlock began to run possibilities through his head. Where could Eurus have gone? Eurus escapes for reasons. What reason did she have now?
“Uncla Sherl, who is it?” Rosie asked as Sherlock held her tightly in his arms. He had been looking after her whilst John was at work. Her nursery was having a staff-training day. At two years and three months, her language was improving greatly and her cogitative development was fascinating to observe.
“It’s Uncle Mycroft.” Sherlock said before turning his attention back to Mycroft. “She can’t be going to see Mummy and Daddy; they’re in Australia. The old house was destroyed after we found Victor. She wouldn’t dare go to your building, you would catch her. She has no interest in Lestrade and John would recognise her by sight, no matter her disguise.”
“Then there’s only one option. She will be coming to Baker Street. You’re the only other- Oh God. Sherlock you need to go.” Mycroft said as one of is men pointed to a camera and Sherlock came to the same realisation. There was someone else. Somewhere else. The one who’s importance was the greatest. The one who mattered most. The one who never actually saw Eurus face to face. The one person who meant that much to both Sherlock and Mycroft to gain that reaction from the elder Holmes brother.
“Molly.”
John flexed his fingers as he wrote up his latest report. He could swear that working in medicine was now more about paperwork than actually helping people. John took a moment to smile at the picture of Mary and Rosie on his desk before his phone beeped with an incoming text. Then a second. And a third.
The East Wind has blown into St. Bart’s. Help is required. – SH
If convenient come immediately. If inconvenient come anyway – SH
Rosie is with Mrs Hudson. – SH
“Shit.” John muttered and glanced at the calendar. Thankfully there were only two appointments and the other doctors would be willing to cover. After quickly claiming Rosie was ill, John rushed out of the surgery and into the closest cab. Eurus had escaped. Eurus was at St Bart’s. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Molly Hooper?”
Molly looked up from her microscope and looked at the visitor. A tall, pale woman with elbow-length black hair was standing in the doorway; dressed casually in jeans and a purple hooded jumper. She was dressed far too casually to be part of the police or part of the hospital; Molly knew all the IT people and her plain-clothes guards who Mycroft assigned to watch out for her. This woman was none of them.
“Can I help you?” Molly asked as the woman stepped into the lab, closing the door behind her. Molly watched her move carefully; there was something very familiar about this woman.
“I just wanted to speak to you.” The woman replied calmly. “It’s about my brother.”
“Who’s your brother?” Molly asked as she cursed herself for not having something on her to protect herself with. Sherlock and John always tried to encourage her to do so. Now, that probably would have been a good idea, considering some random woman had just walked into her morgue and was trying to speak to her about her brother who Molly was certain she had never-
“Sherlock Holmes.”
-met.
Fifteen minutes later, Sherlock was sprinting through St Bart’s hospital; dodging doctors, nurses, visitors and patients; ignoring any of their complaints, comments or demands to slow down. Once glance at the wait for the lift sent him speeding towards the stairs, jumping over or missing several in his haste to get to the morgue. Molly. He had to find Molly. There was no telling what Eurus had done or said. No telling what she was capable of or how far she had slipped back into the darkness that had consumed her for so long. As he ran down the stairs, his foot slipped and Sherlock crashed painfully down the last six steps. Pain, however was not a priority; Molly was; so after a few choice curse words, Sherlock picked himself back up and kept running. Molly. He had to get to Molly.
The sound of the doors slamming off the walls echoed along with his running footsteps and Sherlock slammed his way onto the next corridor. Molly’s corridor. As he ran, the echoing of his footsteps was accompanied by the sound of something else. Laughter. Women’s laughter. A woman who was not Molly. Eurus. Why was she laughing? What could have caused her to laugh? What had she done to Molly?
“Eurus!” Sherlock shouted as he threw open the door, expecting to find a blood-soaked Eurus but instead found Eurus and Molly sitting on stools, cups of coffee in front of them and looks of amusement on their faces.
“Eighteen minutes since I entered the hospital. Mycroft is slipping although I was impressed how you managed to work the London traffic. Usually it takes twenty two minutes to get from Baker Street to here.” Eurus commented as Molly smiled at him.
“What are you doing here Sherlock?” Molly asked.
“I- Eurus has obviously escaped and I needed to check that-“ Sherlock said as Eurus cut across him.
“You needed to check that I was not undertaking some complex murderous attack against Doctor Molly Hooper as a result of our own difficult past relationship. That isn’t me anymore Sherlock. I’m done trying to get rid of your pets and anyway, Molly never was one of those pets. I’ve always respected you Molly. And your work.” Eurus explained as Sherlock looked at her perplexed.
“Why are you here? How did you escape?” Sherlock asked.
“Because I want to and because I could.” Eurus answered. “And before you interrupted, Molly and I were having a lovely conversation about pathology, her research on factors which can affect decomposition and the complexity of the human body.”
“It’s true Sherlock. Actually, Eurus, you did tell me you wanted to speak to me about Sherlock.” Molly said but Eurus dismissed that with a wave of her hand.
“Boring. I just said that so you wouldn’t have me thrown out. I actually wanted to meet you. Mycroft told me a lot about you and after my little ‘experiment’, I wanted to know more about you and your work.” Eurus explained before a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. “Although, now that he is here, Sherlock, did you ever tell Molly about your Reception Nativity play?”
“Shut up! Shut up right now!” Sherlock insisted, looking terrified for a completely different reason. It had been one memory he had tried to erase.
“No, what happened?” Molly asked. This had taken an amusing turn; watching Sherlock turn from a mostly composed adult to a little boy bickering with his sister.
“Sherlock was playing one of the shepherds and Mummy was of course very proud; used her best tea towel as part of his costume and everything. However when the night of the performance came, Sherlock was supposed to proudly say his lines and lead the other shepherds in following the star. That didn’t happen. Instead, Sherlock stood up, said his line and fell off the stage.” Eurus explained.
“Oh no,” Molly said as she pictured Little Sherlock. The grown up Sherlock was red in the face and glaring at Eurus.
“It gets better, some of the children tried to help and the play carried on. However Mycroft couldn’t help but smirk and laugh. Sherlock happened to glance out at the audience when he and the others were gathered around the manger. He saw that Mycroft was laughing and decided to throw the baby Jesus at him.” Eurus explained, her blue eyes shining with amusement at the memory. At almost four, it had been the funniest thing she had ever seen.
“Sherlock!” Molly said as she laughed at the image of a little boy dressed as a shepherd throwing a doll at his brother.
“Mycroft shouldn’t have laughed.” Sherlock insisted as the door opened behind them again.
“You should have watched where you were going.” Mycroft replied, looking composed as usual as he and John walked into the room. “Eurus, I believe it’s time to go.”
“Fine.” Eurus replied fairly. “Molly, it was nice to finally meet you and I am sorry for making Sherlock think I had put explosives in your flat and forced you two to admit something that really should have been done privately. It was very immature although it did work out for the best.”
“And that is a true Holmes apology.” Molly retorted. “A good beginning before the inevitable turning the tables to make the one receiving the apology feel annoyed again.”
The two women looked at one another before smiling and laughing at one another. Eurus turned and walked back towards Mycroft. Just as she reached him, Mycroft shook his head at her. “Give it back Eurus, you know he needs it.”
“I was going to see how long it would take for him to realise.” Eurus said as she reached into the pocket of her hoodie and threw the item she had stolen from Sherlock’s pocket. “He has been carrying it around for three weeks.”
“Two and a half.” Sherlock argued as he held the precious item in his hands. “I just haven’t found the right time to do it.”
“Well you’d better hurry up.” Eurus replied simply as she looked at John who was looking completely stumped by the day’s events. “And do tell John what’s been going on otherwise his face may look like that forever.”
“No that’s just his face.” Molly quipped cheekily before smiling apologetically at John. “Sorry.”
Eurus however laughed and before anyone could stop her, rushed over and threw her arms around Molly, hugging her tightly. Molly hugged her back instinctively and Eurus stepped back, smiling at her. “I mean it, I really do like you. Had I had you for a sister, who knows how different things would have been.”
“Indeed,” Molly replied; she was certain that things probably would have not changed but it was better to let Eurus have these moments of happiness that didn’t come from torture or death. Any genuine happiness that could help Eurus’ mental state was to be encouraged.
“Come along Eurus.” Mycroft said as he led Eurus out of the room, his arm linked around hers in what appeared to be a kind gesture between siblings was also a way of reminding Eurus about the tranquilizer dart on the dial of his watch. One wrong move and she wouldn’t wake up until she was back on Sherrinford. If she did wake up from the dosage.
As the door shut behind them, John turned and looked at Sherlock and Molly. “What just happened?”
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MH (JW) - The Ice-Man and the Lion Girl 2/?
Part one
I honestly don't know how many parts of this there will be but deffo at least 3?? keep giving me ideas in my asks (for anything, not just this)
I also want to say a HUGE thank you for all the support part one got; thats insane to me you're all crazy and thank you too all the new followers too! Much love guys
“Mycroft; its been two weeks!” Mycroft shuffled his feet uncomfortably, scuffing the shiny, laminated floor of his office as he cowered just inside the doorway.
“Thats only a fortnight-”
“Don't you smart talk me young man! fourteen days you made me and your father worry over you for, not a second thought thrown our way!”
Mrs Holmes was on a role, her condescending tone giving Mycroft major war flashbacks to his youth. In truth; of course he knew stunts like this were unkind to his loved ones, his family. This was his brothers department, not his own, Mycroft himself had always managed to stay in touch with his parents some way or enough whether it was between interviews (or roastings) with world leaders or spin class - Mycroft was known for being reachable and his family had been no exception to this.
“You're sulking aren't you?!”
“Mummy, im not sulking”
Mrs holmes turns to Mr holmes and mummers, as if they aren't in the same room, “ He's sulking, darling”
Truth be told, Mycroft was sulking, but not because of his parents. The man was fast approaching middle age, he had a career that thrived and more money than you could shake a hat at, but he knew this wasn't enough for him parents (or himself). Mrs Holmes had never kept it a secret that she wanted grandchildren and Mycroft had even heard his father rejoice at the idea of tutoring a young boy in the arts of football.
Mycrofts memory was scarred by the event he interrupted one year ago; walking in on his parents cooing over One Born Every Minute.
And although child labour wasn't exactly Mycrofts scene; even as a child he had always just assumed he would marry and settle down. After all, that was the natural order of things - grow old, marry, have a few children and raise them. In action, life was much more complex than that, much scarier and much more exciting, but he still hadn't given up on that idea of a white picket fence.
“My, Is it okay if i clock off ear- Hello”
The rooms tension shifts as the Holmes’ heads all snap round to the door, Where Y/N stands, hair slightly ruffled and cheeks rosy.
“Y/L/N, whatever’s the matter” Mycroft studies back to the door, grabbing ahold of your shoulder, attempting to steadying you, but your attention is already on the two guests in the room.
“Mycroft, introduce us too your friend” Mycroft holds back his scowl at his mothers implying tone - clearly her years of trying to set him up with a ‘lady friend’ had tampered with her vision enough for her to not notice the fact that you were clearly working for him.
“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” Mycroft watches you make a swift movement to shake her hand, but Mrs Holmes has already grabbed you into a less-motherly-more-bear-like embrace, winking at him over your shoulder.
“Oh its really wonderful too meet you, Y/N, Mycroft never does tell us anything of his associates!” Mr Holmes is also up, giving your bewildered self a firm handshake.
Silence takes over the room, and his mother shoots him an expecting glare.
“Y/N, meet my parents” Mycroft huffs, half heartedly.
“lovely to meet you Mr and Mrs Holmes”
“Oh please darling, call us-”
Mycroft sees this as his time to interject; squeezing your shoulder, he turns fully towards you,
“Y/N, whats the issue?”
You struggle to regain your wits, not an easy ask as the warmth from under his hand is very apparent to your brain at this moment.
“Its Stevie, his teacher was just on the phone, he was in a fight again-”
“And you need to go and collect him” Mycroft gathers, causing you to sheepishly nod.
Your brothers challenging antics were not exactly new, but had become more frequent in the past few weeks.
“Go” Mycroft gestures to the way our, nudging you slightly before removing his hand from your shoulder.
After a smile of appreciation you whirl around, breaking into a swift jog as you pass through the corridor.
“And don't you dare run in those heels!” Mycroft scolds after you, before closing the door and returns to his parents, to find his mother and father exchanging a rather large knowing grin. His dismisses them, sitting at his desk and throwing open a folder of some classified information or another.
“Id like it if you left now” He comments. To his surprise , his parents oblige, but not before his mother gets in the last word,
“We are having a get together next Friday, we expect to see you and your girlfriend sat at our dinner table”, before he can correct her, they have left.
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