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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 1 year ago

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I've Got These Friends...

5. Winter's Coldness

I've Got These Friends... (AO3)

Aimée - age 17 Nadine - Age 17 Luka - age 17 Darrel - Age 17

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“Aimée,” Nadine complained, her voice tight despite holding the serene but haughty expression she had asked her to, “hurry up. I’m freezing.”

She offered Nadine a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I just need to double-check the exposure and shutter speed and then we should be all ready. You doing ok, Luka?” she asked, glancing to the left, where Luka was standing just out of the shot, holding a thermos of hot water at the ready.

“I-”

“Don’t. You. Dare. Complain, Luka,” Nadine hissed.

“I’m fine,” Luka continued nodding solemnly as he also shot Nadine an apologetic look. Unlike Nadine, he was bundled up in a winter coat, a hat, and gloves to protect him from the cold, as was she. Nadine on the other hand, was in in her white romantic tutu and the silver organza and tulle Snow Queen cape Nadine had sweet-talked M. Gauthier into letting them borrow.

“And I’m ready,” she chirped from where she had leaned back down over her tripod.

“Finally.”

“Ok, get into position… a touch to the left… ok there,” she said as Nadine shuffled into the first rays of the morning light. “And remember, haughty but serene. This is your kingdom. You’re the Queen. Now on the count of three, are you both ready?”

“I am.”

“Same.”

“Ok, one…” she squinted trough the viewfinder of her camera. “Two… three!”

Nadine rose up onto point and into an arabesque as Luka threw the water from the thermos. The hot water turned to a cloud of snow-like vapour as soon as it hit the cold air. The shutter of her camera clicked.

Standing up, she unhooked the camera from the tripod to take a look. “It’s perfect you guys!” she squealed as she looked at the shot. The sky behind Nadine was the soft pinks, blues, and golds of the winter sunrise, and the scene looked positively magical with the snow and cloud of vapour around Nadine catching hints of the golden light.

“Does that mean I can put my coat on now?”

“Of course. Until we get to the next place in the park I want to take some shots. Now come on! We won’t have this light for long!” she said as she released the lever on her tripod to collapse the legs and picked it up.

Their little troupe marched through the park, from the pond over to the bridge, where she got another incredible shot, this time of Nadine on the bridge, her cape flowing out behind her courtesy of Luka holding it up by the ends and then running out of shot at the last possible second. From there, they continued throughout the park, stopping at all of the locations she had picked out weeks ago. Plus a few extra she had decided were just perfect along the way because how could she turn down the perfect shot?

So far, her favourite was the one she had gotten of Nadine doing what was apparently called a tour jeté. Luka had been able to use the last thermos of boiling water to make another cloud behind Nadine in that picture, and it was just everything.

And now…

“This is the last one. I promise.”

“You said that back at that big oak tree…” Nadine grumbled as she shedded her coat and the boots she had worn over her point shoes as they trekked around the park.

‘That was before I saw this view,” she said, gesturing to the completely deserted, tree-lined pathway. “Sometimes we have to suffer for our art.”

“I don’t see you doing a whole lot of suffering for your art,” Nadine complained as she scurried across the snow to the point on the pathway she had directed her to.

“If she does turn to murder, how willing are you offer me sanctuary on the Liberty?” she asked as Luka stopped beside her and took her tripod bag from her.

“You think that’s going to stop her?” he asked with a chuckle.

“It won’t!” Nadine called from where she was waiting.

“I love you, you’re the best! And I owe you a hot chocolate!”

"Hot chocolates, plural," Nadine grumbled as she picked her way through the snow."

"Add them to my tab," she called back before looking down at her watch. “You heard from Darrel?” she asked as she began fiddling with her camera settings. “He said he would be here in time to drive us all back to Nadine’s place.”

“He texted me a couple of minutes ago, he was just parking-”

“Hey everyone,” she turned as she lowered her camera. Darrel was hurrying towards them, balancing a cardboard tray with four to go cups in his mittened hands. Patches was circled around his shoulders and neck, thoroughly tucked into his hood. And wearing one of the many coats Darrel had gotten for her because he was Darrel. “Sorry we’re late! But we brought hot chocolate- hey, aren’t you cold, Nadine?”

#Aimée Devereux - OC #Aimée Devereux - Laurel OC #Nadine Laurent-Hassan - OC #Nadine Laurent-Hassan - Laurel OC #Luka Couffaine #Darrel Bernard - OC #Darrel Bernard - Laurel OC #Patches Bernard #Patches the Cat #OCtober #OC-tober #I've got these friends...

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citedesdames · 9 months ago

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WOMEN’S ART — PINK

#art #women’s art #international women's day

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prince-leorio · 1 month ago

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Art by @/lomakes, comm them their art is fantastic !!

Name: Nadine

Occupation: star sapphire x red lantern ( later just a sapphire)

Age: 23 (and 35)

Aro/pan, she/her

Happening upon a star sapphire named Kirrl who fell to earth following a failed battle, Nadine makes friends with the alien and takes care of them until they are able to leave earth. The red lantern they were battling eventually finds the sapphire and the battle resumes. Kirrl barely manages to win before succumbing to injuries. In a fit of rage for her friend, the Red lantern rings tries to take Nadine over but Kirrl sends their ring ahead to intercept, before the red lantern ring can stop her heart, Kirrl's ring attaches. Temporarily becomes a lantern of 2 rings.

Manifests this with her ring when she travels through space

Further details 🥹🥹🥹

Hair: dark brown but later she dyes it with white peekaboo highlights like Lily from the Munsters

Eyes: brown but later pink with heart irises

Eventually manifests a leather jacket because she was inspired by Guy's getup

She spits red lantern liquid and loves to use it to terrify people

Her mother tried to kill her in a car accident in a murder suicide. She survived but her mother dad. Her (step) father blamed her and wished she had died instead of her mother.

Ran away at 14 yo

Stayed for a while under the care of a drag queen/diner server

She has yet to train on Zamaron but they want her to

Heart motif!!!

#oc stuff #to force me to do stff with them

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poppinpink · 11 months ago

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Spica Minx

Spica as in Spica, the greatest star in Virgo constellation. The Minx doesn’t mean anything special though. I just love the way it sounds.

Nicknames I am preferred: Spica (read: Spika), Ca, Cica. Comfortable with any pronouns but love it more when you address me using feminine pronoun like she/her. Though I think it’s a matter of luck, I am a Virgo sun and Scorpio rising. Also, the last time I checked (which was a long time ago btw) I am an INXP! Yes, I am very loud, yes I am an introvert. We exist. You might know me from my previous account, and if you do, feel free to reach me out. It was never my intention to start a new life.

Hashtag #funfact!

I am pink... A #ff6699 kind of pink. Not much a big fan of soft pink.

Music-goer: I listen to many, many artists no matter what the genre is. It would be a long list but I listen to K-Pop (I love Red Velvet, Kiss of Life, NCT, and many more but mostly girl group), western artists (I am a big pop girlie, please just mention the name and I’d say my favorite song from them), bands (Arctic Monkeys, The Marías, Reality Club, etc.), and Indonesian artists (i.e. Nadin Amizah).

A fake cinephile. No one knows how fake I am but my Letterboxd? Boring. Never keep up with art house, artsy, nice shot no plot kind of movies.

Hyperfixations. A lot of hyperfixations. I crochet, I draw, I write, I love working out (please ask me about this), I cook and I bake, I love Minesweeper and Plato. A lot of hyperfixations.

I love helping people out so please just reach me out whenever you need a help about something I love to do/to know.

Things I love,

Pink (again).

Movies: Gone Girl, One Million Yen Girl, Us and Them.

Books: Alone with You In The Ether, Kita Pergi Hari Ini, Woman at Point Zero.

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yournightlings-blog · 6 years ago

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Chibi Loni by @nadine-the-pnk from forever ago. <3

#Loni Swarmer #nadine-the-pink art #art #nadine-the-pnk #cute #chibi

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derelictdumbass · 3 years ago

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That doodle gives me an excuse to post this actually so mwahaha famther n doughtor have set designs now woo

Extra doodles 💕💕

(he looks rlly yellow in some of these n I did that bc underwater = no sun and also he has been experimented on so he's like?? not well lmao)

#self insert #self insert oc #BioShock Tag #nadine doodles #si/oc: Alpha #misc: fankid #his beef levels flip flop in the doodles bc art hard man okay #idk how my body type would go from me to beef so i'm just yeeting lines on the page and seeing what I vibe with #not that he's like properly me anyway bc mans is like 6ft smthn #and all the other stuff lmaoooo #once again: art consistency is a myth and i'm gay 💜#the one where he more pink is a doodle I did today and I like that level of beef me thinks #Is acceptable *nods*#also tried to tone down the scars bc idk :/ felt excessive #might try to do some studies on scar tissue so I can give him some variety actually #cuz rn it's like hard to tell he's actually been through shit lmao

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marejadilla · 5 days ago

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Nadine Tralala, “Afterglow”, 2024, oil on panel. Figurative oil painter based in Germany.

#nadine tralala #afterglow #2024 #oil on panel #oil painting #painting #art #blonde #white #pink #hair #flowers #figurative art #contemporary art #self taught artist #imaginative realism #dreamlike scenes

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jangmo-othewarrior · 2 years ago

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I'm sorry but one of the CoO headcannons I posted previously has taken over my brain (along with another idea that I am attempting to draw art for but shush)...... so I wrote a drabble. (SPOILER ALERT: IT IS NO LONGER A DRABBLE IT IS BASICALLY A SHORT STORY I'M SORRY YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Fenrir sighed. Being alive again was nice, but his redemption had already been realized. His purpose was fulfilled. He had no reason to continue being on this plane. His journey was over.

To put it simply, he was bored and he felt like shit.

He had promised the kid he wouldn't sent anything on fire if he couldn't find anything to do. And he would be hanging out with the kid right now, but they had ran off to go look for a 'Cosmic Skerdi', whatever that is. The cat, glasses girl, skull boy, anger issues 1.0 and 2.0, water himbo, and Riley went with them, so at the very least things might not get destroyed to much. He wasn't about to go hang out with any of the other guild members, and Celine was busy with Laterian shit or whatever. Which left Fenrir with his siblings.

Zetta and Merida were out of the question. He did not have the time nor the energy to deal with volleyball matches or Zetta's entire existence. Nadine was also out of the question, as she had explicitly told all of them to leave her alone for at least week after Xanders had tried to kill her. Again. And Deena was dealing with that whole situation.

Which left Grunda. Honestly, Grunda was probably his first pick anyways, other than his niece. He is easily the most mature out of all of the them, and he has calmed down significantly since his second death. The only problem with visiting Grunda is his current residence.

His brother lived in and ran a human orphanage. With human children. Everywhere. And Fenrir only liked 1 human child on this planet, at most 6. So on one hand, even entering a building filled to the brim with emotional, disgusting, and chaotic human children sounds like a nightmare.

But on the other hand, Fenrir had nothing else to do. And maybe if he was quiet he could just sneak up to Grunda's personal quarters. No unnecessary human interaction needed.

And so here he stood, in front of the two large Orphanage doors at 8 in the morning. The kids probably weren't awake at this time, so he was safe to run up and start pestering Grunda. The old wooden doors creaked as he slowly pushed them open. No one was in the barely lit hall, and the entire building felt as quiet as a torched landscape. The pillar within the center of the entryway was covered with pictures, some old, some new. Fenrir made his way towards the the pillar, footsteps echoing down the hall lit only by the sun beginning to shine through the windows. The pictures were similarly lit, with a multitude of faces unrecognizable to himself.

It was odd, how Fenrir felt looking at these photos. He had thought that humans only hung pictures of their triumphs to boast about them to other humans, like how Omnicron had shown him and his siblings off the the human populace so long ago. Most of the pictures on the pillar, if not all of them, were captured moments of triumph. But, they did not feel like they were bragging about anything.

There was a picture of a young woman wrapping a bandage around the end of a child's leg, where they were missing a foot. The child was laughing as the young woman appeared to be telling him a joke along with caring for his injury. Another photo featured a large group of young children sitting underneath a large structure made out of pillows. It wasn't well crafted, but they were all clearly proud of their work. However, the last photo that really caught Fenrir's eye was one of the most plain picture of the bunch.

It was a photo of four young children, no more than 8 years old. In center of photo sat his niece, smiling wide at the camera with her arms hooked around two humans on either side of her. The human child on the right had glasses on, with short pink hair and a large book held tightly against her chest. She seemed slightly suprised by his niece's actions, but gave a small smile towards the camera. The other human child had bright orange hair, with a pair of Google to large for him on his head. He was laughing, with one eye open and looking at the camera. The last child, a cat, sat just below his niece, his body slightly cut off by the frame. The cat had bright eyes and a small smile directed towards the camera, although the smile almost seemed like a smirk.

It was his niece, Nora, Ross and Coco. All of the photos were of children who were either at or were from the Orphanage. Their accomplishments, triumphs, and achievements. And their daily lives. It wasn't boasting. It was pride and praise. It was contentment, a feeling of causal happiness in a destruction filled world. It was something him and his siblings never got.

"Excuse me?" Fenrir jumped out of his thoughts and whirled towards the voice as the room got a few degrees hotter.

It was a young child standing against the lefthand side of the pillar. Their hair appeared to a ginger color, and they had a red scarf around their neck. They hid slightly behind the pillar as he locked eyes with them. Fenrir let out an exhale, and the room returned to its regular tempature. He struck a hand against his forehead. So much for not running into any humans. "What do you want, kid?"

The human blinked a couple of times before emerging from behind the pillar. They were probably around ten years old. "Whose picture are you looking at?"

Fenrir huffed. He pointed to the photo of his niece and her friends. "The one in the middle is my niece." A pause. "Not the cat." He added.

Suddenly, a small gasp came from the child. Small footsteps echoed down the hallway as the child ran straight up to him and looked him in the eye. Fenrir nearly transformed right then and there, but there was something about the child's eyes that stopped him. They were bright, full, and nearly shining. They were looking at him like he was a god, despite having no way of knowing that he actually was one.

"You're one of Mr. Grunda's brothers!" The child started rocking back and forth on their heels. "Which one? What's your name?"

Fenrir stared at the child. One of Mr. Grunda's brothers? How on earth did this kid know that? He blinked down at the child, who was waiting with... baited breath? Fenrir silently prayed that Grunda used their human names instead of their true ones. "Ummm.. My name is Fenrir?"

The child immediately started bouncing up and down. "I knew it! You have the long coat, just like he said!" And with that, the child dashed into the down the hallway, into the last room on the right. Fenrir stood next to the pillar, trying to process whatever the child had shouted before running away. Suddenly, as if a tsunami had appeared on the horizon, a swarm of children erupted from the door the child had ran into. All of the other doors in the hall also swiftly opened up, and joined the swarm. And then, they were upon him.

Fona, the Primordial Tyrant of Fire, is known across time and space for scorching anyone and anything who stood in his way. The third child of King Omnicron, only able to be held back by Ulzar's chains. At times Fona was known to turn into Fenrir, champion of the flames and a ruthless member of the Nexolord's council. Fona was cursed, demonized, and above all feared by humanity. Fona...

...has been bested by a group of human children.

He was surrounded on all sides by hopping, screaming children. All of them were asking questions, but they were lost to the eternal screeches of the masses. The original child had been lost to the crowd, probably to save himself from the mountain of children he caused. Fenrir didn't know what to do. This was just so... overwhelming.

A sudden thunk hushed all of the children almost immediately. A cat stood there, at the base of the stairs with a book hooked under one arm. She was clearly older than Coco, with black fur and white and carmel markings with light green eyes. One tooth was sticking out slightly over her lip. She was wearing a red sweater with a pair of jeans. All of the children were looking at her guiltily.

"What in Ulzar's name is going on here?" She said as she made her way over to Fenrir and the mass of children. "Why are you all up so early?"

"Mr. Fenrir's here!" At least ten children all pointed at him.

"Mr. Fenrir?" She blinked. "Well, what are you doing here?" She gestured to him.

Fenrir's mind blanked. Yet, his mouth moved anyway. "I came to see Grunda."

The cat nodded. The children began to murmur to each other before her voice silenced them. "Well, I will take you to him. Fo?" The child who originally saw him shuffled up to her. The cat passed the book to him. "Can you please take this to the library for me?"

The child, Fo, nodded and clutched the book against his chest tightly. "Okay, Bee." The cat, Bee, gave him a small smile before addressing the group as a whole.

"All of you, go get ready for breakfast. I think it will be a bit special today." Bee grabbed his wrist and began to drag him towards the stairs. Fenrir wanted to say something, but his throat had throughly clamped shut. He glanced back at the mass of children.

All of the children lit up as he looked back at them. "Bye Mr. Fenrir!" They all shouted as they waved at him. Fenrir, throughly overwhelmed, simply waved back.

As the two of the them walked up the stairs, Fenrir finally felt like he could breathe. It didn't feel like he was suffocating under his father's the children's expectations. At the top of the stairs, Bee came to stop.

"Are you okay? They didn't mean to overwhelm you." She retracted her paw back to her chest. It struck Fenrir in this moment that this cat only had one functional arm. Her left arm was in a sling that matched the red sweater she was wearing, down to the green butterfly pattern. It was almost unnoticeable if it weren't for the carmel and white paw sticking out of the end of the sling.

Fenrir suddenly remembered that he was having a conversation, and quickly shoved his hands into his coat pockets. "I'm... I'm fine."

Bee quirked her brow, but didn't press him. "Well, my name is Buttercup, but everyone just calls me Bee." She put her right paw on her hip. "And you are Fenrir, I presume."

Fenrir snorted. "How could you tell? The coat?"

"That and the eye scar. You are quite famous here, Mr. Fenrir."

Fenrir sighed. "Can I ask why?"

Bee laughed and pointed at the large doors Fenrir had neglected to notice down the hall. "You will find your answer through there, Mr. Fenrir."

Huffing, Fenrir opened the doors. To no one's surprise, Grunda was sitting there waiting for him, cane leaning against the edge of the table. The most surprising part was the smirk fitted on his face.

"You knew." Fenrir says into the morning air.

Grunda huffs. "I didn't know you were coming until shout of 'Mr. Fenrir!' hit my office. I did know they were excited about meeting you, however." The smirk didn't fade. In fact, it got wider.

"How do they know about me?" The air in room got hotter. "The stories about 'Fenrir, champion of flame' are long gone now."

"They don't know the champion of flame," Grunda got out of his seat, and stared into Fenrir's eyes. "They know the determined, passionate, and fierce person you are. And they only know that because I told them."

As two of the stared at each other, it struck Fenrir just how different Grunda was compared to their... their childhood. Grunda had always been Omnicron's favorite, with his sheer destructive power and ability to take damage with little effort. Fona had idolized him for that destructive power and tried to emulate it for their father's attention. Even after death, Grunda maintained the most power out of all of them, able to create a physical form easily. But now, Grunda seemed more... calm. Reserved. At peace. Which was ironic, considering their niece only resurrected him a few months ago.

"Am I interrupting something?" Both of them turned to Bee, who was leaning against the door at the entrance.

Grunda sighed. "No, Buttercup. What is it?" Bee staggered into the room like she owned the place.

"Breakfast is gonna start soon, but the kids are antsy for," She gestured towards Fenrir. "Obvious reasons. Can you get them to settle down?" Grunda nodded, patting her on the back in sympathy.

Yet another thing that has changed. The thought sat in the back of Fenrir's mind.

Bee turned to leave before waving him down. "I'm sorry about Fona summoning the horde, by the way. He can get caught up in his excitement easily." And with that, she strutted out the door, and closed it behind her with a gentle thud.

That was the only sound in the room for a long time. Or, at least what felt like a long time. Of course, that morning air silence would have to break eventually.

"Is he named after.. me?" Fenrir's voice felt quieter than it had been for a long time.

Grunda's sighed, but it felt more sad and burdened that anything relieving. "His father named him after you."

Fenrir stared wide-eyed at Grunda. "Why?" He found himself saying, unable to comprehend why a human would name their child after the ancient primordial tryant of fire, who was known for scorching entire landscapes to ashes.

Grunda looked at him sadly. "He wanted Fo to be like you, I suppose." But why? Fenrir asked himself. "Fo's father was not... not a nice man."

"What happened to him?"

"Prison happened. He was found guilty on multiple accounts of assault and one attempted homicide. Fo was seven, I believe. He's been here ever since."

"What.. who.. why...?" How ironic. The Primordial Tyrant of Fire feeling sympathy for a human. Their father would have lost his mind. The thought silenced Fenrir for a moment. "Can I talk to him?"

Grunda smiled at him sadly. "I was hoping you would say that."

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"This is a horrible idea." The words reached no ears as Fenrir stood, murmuring to himself in front of the doors to the library. Breakfast had been chaotic, with questions being thrown at him from all directions. The only person not asking questions was Fo, who had eaten so quickly that Fenrir had barely noticed that he was even there. Luckily, Grunda and Buttercup had been able to distract the other children enough for him to slip away. And so, here he was, nervously (By their father's name, when was the last time he was nervous?) standing in front of two large doors, about to have a conversation with a child about their emotional relationship with their father. So nothing major.

Fenrir opened the door slightly to peak inside. The library was large, and primarily composed of books Grunda had collected throughout the centuries. There were no windows, with only a lamp sitting at the centermost desk lighting the entire room. At that desk sat Fo, leaning over a book, his eyes glued to the page. As Fenrir slowly opened the door, the child did not even acknowledge his presence. Unsure of what to do, Fenrir began to shuffle his way towards Fo.

Wow. He thought to himself. I used to enter rooms by causing explosions of flame and smoke to erupt out of my feet. Now I'm trying to quietly sneak into a library. Ivan would get a kick out of seeing me now.

Fenrir stopped about a foot away from the child's shoulder, and he was now close enough to lean over and look at the book Fo was reading. It was... a picture book. A familiar looking tiger was laying on the ground in what appeared to be a cave, with two cubs spouting small puffs of flame from their mouths as they climbed on the older nexomon.

"That's an interesting book." Fenrir found himself saying. Fo jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Mr. Fenrir!" The kid's eyes were blown out wide. "What are you doing here?"

Fenrir smirked. "I saw you slip away and figured I would go have a chat with someone I've talked to before. Now," he pulled over the chair on the other side of the desk and sat down. "What are you reading?"

Fo closed the book and pointed at the cover. "It's an old picture book on fire type nexomon. Most of them are extinct now though." The kid's eyes dimmed.

Fenrir nodded. "Well.. which one is your favorite?" Fo's eyes lit up again as he excitedly began thumbing through the pages. As the pages flipped by the kid kept stopping and pondering the nexomon on the page, probly trying to figure out his favorite one. Eventually the kid stopped, but he thumbed the next page. The current page featured a skunk with a long flame shooting out of its tail standing the middle of a large plain. Fenrir vaguely remembered this nexomon. "Is this your favorite?"

"No, but it is pretty cool." The kids eyes were hesitant, and he gnawed on his lip before turning the page.

Unlike the previous pages, this image filled the entire space. The centerpiece was the nexomon standing on a large cliff, with a forest below and around it. The nexomon stood proudly, but also appeared almost at peace. It was Fona. It was him.

The room was quiet. Fenrir would of been able to hear the sounds of the other children if he wasn't staring at the page. Suddenly, Fo pointed at the him on the page.

"He's my favorite. There's no nexomon like him in the book." The kid paused. "I'm also named after him."

Fenrir felt dread creeping down his spine. "Why is he your favorite?" His somehow calm voice asked the child.

The kid blinked a couple of times before looking up at the ceiling. "He was one of Omnicron's kids, supposedly. " Supposedly is far from the truth, kid. Fenrir thought. "Apparently he burned down a ton of stuff too."

Lord, please don't let this kid idolize him for burning down entire continents.

"But.." The kid looked down at the page once more. "This drawing has none of that. Fona is just standing there, looking out onto the landscape. Nothing is burning down. Nobody is running away in fear. He just... exists." The kid gestured to all of the scenery on the page. "But if he can exist peacefully, why would he burn down other places? I think its because he never really wanted to burn those places to the ground."

Febrir nearly spit out a rebuttal right then and there, but his words dies in his throat as the kid continued.

"I think he only did bad things because his dad wanted him too. Because his dad made him." The unsaid words sat in the air. Fenrir's throat felt like it had snapped shut. "I don't think his dad was nice to him." Fo's words were simply a whisper, but they felt like a punch to the gut to Fenrir.

Because the kid was right, at least in some capacity. Omnicron was not kind to them, not fatherly to them. He only gave them the light of day when they did something he liked, so that's what they did. Destruction and death, all for Omnicron's attention. The things they had done were their own choices, but Omnicron was often a reason behind them. Omnicron did not tolerate anything he disliked either, Nara being the prime example. But Nara had not been thrown out, she had escaped. To put it simply, Fenrir felt like the past thousands of years have all come crashing down onto him. Fo continued, oblivious to Fenrir's internal breakdown.

"But here his is, peacefully standing in a forest. I think he got better." The kids voiced wavered slightly. "He got away because if he didn't that forest wouldn't be there. This picture wouldn't exist. And if he got better, then I can get better."

The picture was fake. Fona had never gotten better. Fona had continued to torch everything in sight even after Ulzar had killed Omnicron. Fona had worked to resurrect the father who would absorb him and his siblings simply to bring himself back. Fona had stayed by his father's side until the day he died.

But he was back. He had earned his redemption through his niece's ascension. He had continued to live, despite Omnicron's soul being forever gone from any and all planes. Just like this human child, he had gotten out, alongside the rest of his siblings.

Fenrir let out a large exhale as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the false image of him on that page. Despite the inaccuracies, he smirked at the picture. His journey wasn't over. It would be hard, grueling, and painful. But maybe...

Maybe Fona, Fenrir, or whoever he was could get better.

#nexomon #nexomon extinction #that's all folks #this got so much longer than it was supposed to be #it was originally just fenrir entering the orphanage and him meeting and talking with fo #but then it turned into THIS #also i gave all of omnicron's kids daddy issues #they are like the umbrella academy but more evil in their youth(?)#they all got different problems #some of them have healed fairly well #and some have barely started #also I gave fenrir social anxiety #so thats fun #anyway here are some behind the scenes tidbits #Fo's design is based off of one of the avatar options #the kids mentioned in the picture segment will have relevance eventually #Buttercup is based on one of my family's cats #and finally #the cosmic skerdi hunt was something I actually did while writing this #i found the fucker after like 6 hours #and also a random cosmic griff #mission success

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donnisbutterfly · 3 years ago

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another twitter inspired post: some of us are celebrating both #BlackHistoryMonth & #LunarNewYear. A fan declared the 90s version of #Cinderella being their favorite #blasian duo, with the most color blind cast ever seen. #Brandy being cast as the first Black Cinderella was the most high profile casting ever! Casting #PaoloMontalban as #PrinceCharming also made history with being the first #Filipino prince. 🏴🇵🇭👑 Next is #BruceLee & #JackKelly from the infamous 1972 film #EnterTheDragon. This movie inspired rap like #WuTangClan, games like #StreetFighter, movies like #RushHour & anime like #AfroSamurai. It was also Bruce Lee's last film. It CHANGED pop culture. Give em their flowers. 💐 🇨🇳🏴 Next is the #RushHour franchise & #RomeoMustDie. Both inspired by ETD. Rush Hour broke records & catapulted #JackieChan & #ChrisTucker's careers globally. Romeo Must Die was late singer, #Aaliyah's first film which led her to being cast in Queen of the Damned & the Matrix franchise. Unfortunately she didn't live to finish them. Loosely based on Romeo & Juliet, #JetLi is a #Chinese Romeo rivaling against Aaliyah's mob family & breakthroughs for both. 🇨🇳🏴 #KareemAbdulJabar was mentored by Bruce Lee. He said learning martial arts from him helped him to play in the NBA for 20 years. 🇨🇳🏴 If you're a 90s kid, you'll remember Hey Arnold. Heres Gerald & Phoebe having a moment. This cartoon was diverse, it showed that Black kids didn't all come from broken homes & Asian kids struggle with homework too. I was today years old when I found out there was a biracial character, Nadine. 🏴🇯🇵 Hulu's #9PerfectStrangers miniseries shows a blasian couple at a health & wellness retreat, a fan favorite, played by #MannyJacinto & #TiffanyBoone. 🏴🇵🇭 #BlackLightnings #lesbian romance between Anissa, a Black superhero, & Grace made you root for them every week. 🇻🇳🏴 90s kids also remember the #PowerRangers but the cast changes every 5 minutes. In PR Turbo & PR In Space, Cassie Chan is the next Pink Ranger. TJ Johnson succeeds Tommy as the Red Ranger, then becoming Blue. There was no romance between the two but they were close. 🏴🌏 We're here for #BlackAndAsianSolidarity https://www.instagram.com/p/CZzjM0ZFjUQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

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imjustthemechanic · 4 years ago

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute Part 14/? - The Wreck Part 15/? - Body Snatchers

Somebody else has come to claim their prize. I’m afraid dogs die in this chapter.

The next day they continued their work to free Steve’s body from the ice, though they were careful to leave enough that they wouldn’t damage him. It would be dreadful for children to come see the body of their hero lying in state and find he had pieces missing… and after a surprisingly good night’s sleep curled up with the warm, furry bodies of the dogs for heaters, Peggy found she could think about that now. She could think about things like what to dress him in for the funeral – his formal uniform with the medals, surely, but with the shield on his arm and his helmet at his feet – and where to hold it, who would speak and what they would serve afterwards. She was finished grieving, and now she could go through the associated rituals with no fear of breaking down.

Lake, oddly, seemed to have other ideas. “I don’t know about cremating him,” she remarked when they stopped for a bite to eat. “Sort of ruins the King Arthur aspect.”

“I beg your pardon?” Peggy asked.

“You know… King Arthur went to Avalon but will return when Britain needs him the most,” said Lake. “Captain America will rise again when he’s needed.”

Peggy snorted. “Do people really say that?” It was ridiculous mythologizing if they did. Steve was a real person and would want to be thought of as such.

“I don’t know,” said Lake. “Just something I thought of.”

Peggy cocked her head, remembering the woman’s earlier comments about the narwhals as unicorns. “You’re a bit of a romantic, aren’t you?” That seemed quite strange coming from somebody who’d been raised as an assassin.

“A little,” Lake admitted. “Not something I get to indulge very often. Are you telling me you’ve never imagined Captain America reappearing out of nowhere to sweep you off your feet?”

“He wasn’t the type to do the sweeping,” said Peggy.

“It was usually Peg sweeping him,” Howard added with a grin.

Lake nodded. “You must have some great stories about him,” she said.

“Oh, you bet,” said Howard. “When we were figuring out his uniform, he…”

“Howard,” said Peggy with a warning.

“Huh?” He looked at her in evident confusion.

She tilted her head towards Lake, trying to remind him, without actually saying so aloud, that anything he said might be reported back to the Soviet government.

“I’m a spy,” Lake said helpfully.

“Oh,” said Howard, embarrassed. “Right.”

By evening they had dug down far enough that they could see the entirety of Steve’s body, suspended in the ice just above the fuselage of the Valkyrie. It was a surreal thing to see. His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping, and he’d been frozen so quickly that his cheeks were still pink, rather than going white or gray like other corpses Peggy had seen. It was almost more like an art exhibit than the remains of a human being.

How long would he have been there if Lake hadn’t led them here, Peggy wondered. A hundred years? A thousand? Would people of the unimaginably distant future have found this corpse and wondered who the man had been and why he wore those colours? Or would the ice have eventually drifted south and melted, dropping him to the sea floor to be devoured by fish and crabs?

They bedded down for the night again, with the northern lights again dancing overhead in a clear, star-studded sky. It was the sort of sky nobody ever saw from New York City. Peggy hadn’t seen one like it since the war, when Britain’s cities had turned off their lights so that German bombers wouldn’t be able to find their targets. At the time she’d been too busy watching for the lights of approaching planes to appreciate the stars… now here they were, in all their glory. This was the sort of sky primitive man must have seen, huddled in their caves. What had they thought about it? Nowadays the leading theory was that the sun and other stars were powered by atomic fusion in their cores, but people long ago would have had no such explanations. They would have known only the innumerable tiny lights.

To think… in a universe so very vast and beautiful, she’d been so worried about the fate of a single man.

Peggy woke in the morning to the barking of dogs, and realized that she was cold. The animals had gotten up and were outside, making a terrible racket. Howard and Lake were also blinking awake, and there was a roaring sound… familiar, and yet Peggy could not immediately identify it. She crawled to the den entrance to look, and was immediately blasted in the face by cold wind and snow. A storm?

No… that rhythmic roaring sound, that wasn’t made by nature. That was helicopter blades.

“That was fast!” said Howard. He put on his fur hat and held it tight to his head as he climbed out. Peggy wriggled out after him, and Lake came third. They found three or four helicopters, kicking up the snow as they lowered men and supplies to the ground… and Peggy knew right away that Jason hadn’t sent these. Something was very, very wrong.

With the thunder of the blades all around them, Peggy knew it would be almost impossible for Howard to hear her, but she still grabbed his arm and shouted in his ear. “Howard! Those are military!” How had the Army Air Force found this place?

“What?” Howard asked.

One of the dogs ran up to a solider as he dropped from a rope to the ice. Whether it meant to greet him or attack him, Peggy couldn’t tell, and evidently the soldier couldn’t either. He raised his rifle and shot it between the eyes.

A split second later, Lake was on his shoulders with her thighs around his neck. The man fell on his face, and Lake took his gun and held the muzzle to the back of his head.

“What did you do that for, you goddamn bastard?” she demanded.

Other men were dropping from the other choppers. Two of them ran up to pull her off the one who’d shot the dog, but Lake reacted almost before they’d moved. One she hit in the face with the butt of the gun, then she grabbed his shirt and shoved him into the second so that the two collapsed together… but more were already on their way. Peggy quickly realized that if allowed, Lake would try to take them all on herself, and she ran to intervene.

“Kay! Don’t!” she took Lake by the arm. “You can’t fight all of them!”

It was true – they could not. There were far too many soldiers, and soon Peggy, Howard, and Kay were surrounded by men with guns. They raised their hands as the helicopters landed on by one in a circle around the Valkyrie wreck.

“We’re not armed!” Peggy shouted.

One of the men stepped forward and motioned with his gun back towards the polar bear den. Peggy, Howard, and Kay obediently turned and allowed themselves to be escorted back into it. Men took up positions outside so that they couldn’t try to escape.

There were a series of shots at the rest of the dogs were killed.

“He’s down here!” somebody called.

“Excellent! Let’s get to work!” another ordered. “Carefully! No damage to the tissues!” Their accents matched the insignia on their uniforms and vehicles – they were Americans.

Peggy heard an engine start. They had brought jackhammers. They’d have Steve’s body out of the ice in minutes, and then… then what? Where would they take him?

Wherever it was, Peggy knew it would be to exactly the fate Steve wouldn’t have wanted for his remains. They would take him apart to extract the secret of the serum and make more super-soldiers. Perhaps out of men who wouldn’t have Steve’s principles. Had somebody overheard Jason’s message and passed it on to the wrong people? Or… Peggy knew she hadn’t called the army, and Howard couldn’t have, because he’d been here with them the entire time. That only left one suspect.

“Friends of yours?” Peggy asked Kay Lake.

“What?” Kay stared at her as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “No!” she said. “Why would I call them? When would I have called them?”

“I don’t know,” Peggy said, “I don’t know why you’d do half the things you do, because when I ask you questions you talk in riddles!”

“I did not call the army to come and steal Captain America for you,” said Kay firmly. “That is the truth.”

Peggy wanted to believe that… but how could she? This was the same woman who’d looked her in the eye and told her she was Agent Nadine Russel from the FBI. How could Peggy ever trust her?

She didn’t dare poke her head out of the den, but Peggy kept close to the door to watch what she could as the men with the jackhammers worked. From that vantage point the actual site of the wreck was hidden by the rocks and the rest of the Valkyrie’s severed wing, but she could see men coming and going and hear them shouting.

As she’d feared, it took them only twenty or thirty minutes to cut Steve free of the ice. Men began climbing back in the choppers to take off, kicking up the wind again. Somebody called to the two who were standing guard by the den, and Peggy realized to her horror that the soldiers meant to leave her, Kay, and Howard behind. As the men walked away to catch their ride, Peggy squirmed out the entrance and shouted to them.

“Hey, you can’t leave us here!” she protested.

Kay climbed out after her. “You killed our dogs!” she agreed. “How do we get back?”

She was only half-done speaking when the helicopter engine started. It was doubtful the soldiers even heard them, as they climbed into the chopper to take off. One by one, the machines roared into the air. The men on board could doubtless see Peggy and Kay, and Howard scrambling to join them, but they evidently didn’t care.

From behind the rocks, the last helicopter rose – a block of glittering ice was dangling from a chain below it. Peggy’s heart sank as she realized that was probably the last she was ever going to see of Steve Rogers…

Then the block shifted, jerking the helicopter sideways. The pilot took immediate action, reducing altitude again to set its precious cargo down on the ice, only perhaps thirty yards in front of where Peggy, Kay, and Howard were standing. Men climbed back down to tighten and re-secure straps. They wouldn’t want to risk dropping Captain America’s body into the sea. Buckles and chains were checked and double-checked, and the pilot tried lifting off again. This time, the load must have remained steady. The pilot raised it up fifty feet, then gently set it down again and let down a ladder for the soldiers to climb back up.

Peggy looked at Kay. Kay nodded, and both of them took off running.

Moments before the block could be lifted from the ice again, Peggy threw herself on top of it and grabbed the canvas straps holding it to the chains. The first thing she focused on was undoing the belt of her coat and putting it around the strap, so she could not lose her grip and fall. Only then did she look to confirm that Kay was still with her. She was, and was in the process of tying herself to the central chain. The wind snatched her hat off her head and tossed it into the void.

Peggy watched it go, and then made the terrible mistake of looking down. The ground was already a thousand feet below them, bright ice and dark rocks and the distant crack where the cetaceans came up to breathe. A tiny moving point may have been Howard, alone in the cold with only eight dead dogs for company, but it might just as well have been Peggy’s imagination.

The air in their ears and the thunder of blades overhead were far too loud for Peggy and Kay to be able to talk to each other, so all they could do was cling on as best they could with numbing fingers, the wind eating into their faces as the helicopters headed roughly south. Wherever they were going, Peggy hoped it wasn’t too far. There was a very real possibility of freezing to death before they got there.

It wasn’t far by air, but it must have nevertheless been hundreds of miles, because they went all the way to the edge of the sea ice. In the water beyond, a United States aircraft carrier was waiting for them. The other choppers landed first, letting men off who could help the one with Captain America’s body come in. There was nothing Peggy and Kay could do but hang on as they were lowered towards the decks. The gathered soldiers looked startled to see them, but when given orders they cut the two women free and held onto them while others got the block of ice onto a reinforced gurney.

Peggy’s ears kept ringing for minutes after the last blade had stopped turning. Steve’s body was taken away, and a man wrapped in warm winter clothing approached.

There were several possibilities of who he might be, but based on his height and carriage Peggy had already settled on one by the time he took his scarf off to look her over. Sure enough, it was Vernon Masters.

#fanfic #captain america #agent carter #peggy carter #steve rogers #steggy #fix it fic

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angelnumber27 · 4 years ago

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do u have a favorite artist (music and/or painting)? <3

Right now as far as music I’m really loving the band Crumb, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Skinshape, Tycho, Flume, Alpine, Sampha, Steve Lacy, Crystal Castles (only alice, fuck the other guy), com truise, explosions in the sky, strfkr, khruangbin, bonobo, chrome sparks, STS9, pascäal, tame impala, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Men I trust, triathalon, clams casino, diiv, mgmt, mitski, beach house, toro y moi, thundercat, dream koala, Odesza, James Blake, the xx, Jamie xx, reddish blu, xxyyxx, mmoths, Ryan Celsius, Tipper, Holy Other, the Internet.. I could go on forever. Beautiful music ❤️❤️

and as far as visual arts I really cannot choose there are so many incredible artists. Off the top of my head I really love Erial Ali, Gilbert Williams, Erin M Riley, Tuco Amalfi, Da Vinci, Monet, Magritte, Dali, Cicely Mary Barker, Lou Kessler, Juliana Horner (claropsyche and anominalia on ig) Helen (222honeydew on ig), Mario Martinez, Colin Prahl, K-vant1, Miki Kim, Manuela Soto, Elena Rossato (roxartss on ig), Ines @art-creature , Yechan Chung, Jeff koons, Kevin Lucbert, James Brown, Amber Carr, Malena Bozzini, Aleia Murawski, Tom Galle, Bianka Oravecz @ultrabianka , Xenia Valevsky, Ines Alpha, @sasponella on ig @fakehauswives on ig, Nathalie Nguyen ( @spicy.obj on ig) , Moises Sanabria, Steve Axford, John Yuyi, Gemma Rakels, i like the work of Damien Hirst but despise the fact that he is 60 dating a 20 yr old and that he has killed so many animals for art, Elliana Esquivel @elesq , Jonathan Solter, Kelsey Brookes, Morgan Mandala Manley, Takashi Murakami, Hajime Sorayama, Iris Van Herpen, Mariko Mori, Dom Sebastian, Nadine @naydeity , Loki Dolor, geminiblush on ig (makeup art) , Emily Mackey ( @emilymackeyart on ig) , Aj Alper does great portraits, @tintinart on ig, @saddelf on ig, Alex Grey, @_placebo__ on ig, @cligelmo on ig, Zoe Suerdem @inkpuppie on ig, Erika Lee Sears, a wonderful friend of mine Giuliana Leibold, @deathbypiss_tattoo on ig, John Casey art, Noel Badges Pugh ( @noelbadgespugh ), Nicole McLaughlin, Melissa Leigh @sweet_melis on ig, Mike Pethig ( @macromicroart on ig), @blisshound on ig, Martina Gutfreund, Deneka Horiden, Gaylord Ho, @tacorosey on ig, Alma Proenca... god I could literally go on forever but this is all for now. If you want to see more art and artists I love, check out my art tag. And for music check out my music tag :) I’ll tag them both below so y’all can look at them if you’d like 🖤🖤🖤

Enjoy the good art and music :) this took me a minute lol i hope somebody can gain new inspiration or peace from this info <3

#art #music #asks #anon #anons #artists #music artists #musical artists #visual artists #visual art #visionary art

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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Castlerock: All Hallows Eve Ch 1

Ch 1: Creation

Ch 2: Accident , ch 3 chaos

continuation of characters from A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party

Warnings: angst, smut 2 female characters, jealousy, creepiness

tags: @loomiz @dragsraksllib @super-pink-a-palouza @goblincxnt @grandpa-sweaters @waywardtigersandwich

Genevieve carefully peeled the cellophane wrap off the oblong chunk of clay. Small sculpting tools were laid out on the desk that were made for creative projects like this. Something powerful drew her to the clay in the store. Gen didn’t exactly know what she would do with it at the time but, now her fingers had purpose as she took a tool in hand to slowly sculpted away at the clay.

It still didn’t look like any form when Nadine knocked and peeked inside. “I made us lunch if you can tear yourself away from your latest creative endeavor. “

“Be there in a moment.” Genevieve shaved the clay on both sides looking at it carefully.

“You know starving artists don’t actually have to starve.” Nadine reminded her. “You just sold that picture of the cabin in the woods no one can seem to find for $500.00. Take a break.”

Genevieve pounded the clay down in frustration. “I might as well eat if I can’t get this right.” She walked out to the kitchen with Nadine.

Nadine rubbed her back. “Get what right?”

“I have no fucking idea.” Gen cursed. “I just have something rattling in my brain that won’t take form. But it will hit like a hammer when it does.”

“I hope it doesn’t hurt when it hits you.” Nadine giggled teasing her lovingly. “You probably just need to eat. I put hummus and crackers out to go with our turkey pita wraps.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” Genevieve gave her a tiny little peck on the corner of her perfectly rose thin lips. “I would probably starve without you.”

They had been dating for almost ten months. Nadine came out to her best friend hoping Gen would understand how she was feeling. Genevieve understood more than she ever picked up on. Gen admitted to her that exact day she is bisexual. Since Nadine’s idiot parents kicked Her out, she moved in with her best friend.

To the surprise of both, the friendship easily blossomed to what most would consider a great loving relationship. Nadine doted on Gen. She brought her small gifts on her way home from work. She did most of the cooking and cleaning.

Genevieve’s art was her work, so she worked from home. She would sometimes disappear for hours into her creative endeavors. Nadine made sure she at least had a snack and drinks as Gen painted, drew or sculped whatever was on her mind.

Gen really did grow to love Nadine. She suspected not as much as Nadine loved her. She was still thinking about Red, her King, or Henry Deavers as most people still called him in the whisperings of town ghost stories. It was especially prevalent around this time of year. All Hollows Eve was bigger than Halloween the night before. Only the children enjoyed Halloween. Adults had their parties All Hollows Eve into All Saints Day. Those adults brave even to throw parties that is.

Both Henry Deavers the town knew of, had disappeared. Most figured the lawyer went to New York or some other big city that better suited his talents once his Mother died. The other was a complete mystery. Genevieve knew a little more than they did. She knew She would find him again. When Gen found him, it would be in Castlerock.

Maybe out of jealousy, when Genevieve woke after having yet another dream of her King, Nadine told her bluntly, “He was probably taken by something in the Mist or something in the woods in general on New Year's Eve. There was never any sign of him after. Something gobbled him up for sure. Shit like that always happens here. You just have to forget about people that disappear, so you don’t lose your sanity.”

This started thier first big fight. “You have no idea how I feel to say such a thing.” Gen cried. “Even if that all could be true you have no right to spit it in my face. I’ll find him. I’ll always find him. I just don’t know when or where. I love you but you will never be him.”

“I wouldn’t fucking want to be him. Worm food.” Nadine mumbled as she got out of their shared bed. But when she heard her love sob so pitifully her heart broke. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll bring you some tea. Go splash some water on that pretty little face of yours.”

Gen stood to hug her from behind laying against her back. “I’m sorry this comes between us.”

“I’ll deal.” Nadine sighed deeply. “Go on. I’ll be back with some tea and fruit if you would like.”

“I would.” Genevieve kissed her gently. “Thank you.”

Nadine was off work, so she spent the day, afternoon into the evening soothing Gen’s worries. Trying to proof she could love her better than anyone she ever dreamed. Nadine knew just where to touch Gen to have her craving more. Genevieve’s back arched as Nadine’s intimate touch made her moan. Nadine’s kisses falling over her body made her tingle with rising pleasure. Nadine easily made her forget anything she was thinking at the beginning of the day.

When Nadine tipped Genevieve over the edge it was a blessing she relished. As soon as Gen caught her breath, she enjoyed every bit of returning the favor. Nadine writhed under her skillful humming against her clit before her tongue skills made her completely come undone.

Nadine held Gen as she always did after. “You know All Hallows Eve is in a few days.”

“I think everyone in Castlerock knows that sweetheart.” Nadine laughed. “Half of this town is ready to lock down until All Saints Day is over. The other half hope for the best time of their lives that they think could be their last.”

“Well, if it could be our last, we might as well try to throw a party in the Marsten House.” Gen grin playing with Nadine’s hair. “There is no way the crew will be working through the holidays.”

“That’s a crazy idea.” Nadine cackled. “I love it.”

The next day Nadine had to work. Genevieve had a meeting at Abrah’s Art & More. They were interested in some paintings of The Kid she created at the beginning of the year. She was glad to take them all to possible be sold. Gen had them hidden behind some shelves in her art room so that if Nadine came in to clean up or poke around when she was out, she would not find them. It just seemed better that way.

Sliding the shelves out from the wall, Genevieve found them safely hidden from sight. Pulling them out cautiously took some time. Once they were out, she lined them up against the wall under the window that looked out on a meadow of decaying wildflowers. It would not be long until they would crumble completely from the overnight frost and fall winds that swept through Castlerock.

After she pushed the shelves back into place, Gen looked at her creations. Something about them was haunting, mesmerizing. Her breath hitched as she let out a faint longing moan. Then it was like she was possessed, the way she worked the clay first with just her hands and then the tiny tools. Genevieve didn’t hear her phone ringing. She didn’t hear the alarm she set to remind her she had to leave for her meeting.

Genevieve marveled at him, her creation of him in clay. “Yes, I missed you to.” She murmured.

#castlerock #castlerock fan fiction #the kid #henry deaver #original story #Halloween fiction #creepy #errie #october fiction #all hallows eve #love #lust #angst #obsession #lesbian character #bisexual character

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aengelicsoul · 5 years ago

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i wanted to make a list of all MY MUSES, active and inactive, with a brief description of each of them — just to make a little summary ! — so here it is. feel free to message me anytime to start a thread / think of a plot with any of my babies.

　　　　　　﹟ 　ALYX SIENNA LEE 　 / 　 MADELYN CLINE. 22. australian. a bartender who works as an escort, from time to time, to mantain a certain type of life she got used to in canberra [ her father is a known and rich politician there ]. bisexual. SHE IS　　 lots of tattoos, cocktails whose names are impossible to remember, leaving her number on a napkin with a smiley face, taking risks, sunkissed and glowy skin, surfing the highest waves, indie concerts, eyeliner and dramatic lipsticks. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　AUBREY MARTIN　 / 　 NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO. 25. canadian. a waitress who has been spoiled her entire life and can’t do anything by herself. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 thrifted clothes from the 80s, 90s and 00s, pending earrings, cloudy days with a few sun rays, nude lipstick, messy mascara, kind words and touching attentions, big salads, overpriced smoothies, a different bag everyday, ikea full lenght mirror for selfies, organized plans and tidy rooms. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　ELIA RUFFINo　 / 　 LORENZO ZURZOLO. 20. italian. a university student who’s studying cinematography and taking acting classes. used to be the drama kid in school. bisexual. HE IS 　　 dramatic performances off and on stage, getting high at concerts, puppy eyes, all black, foreign movies, leather journal filled with poems, swearing in italian, tabacco at the bottom of his pockets, deep conversations on the roof at three am. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　FRANK (FRANCESCO) ZANETTI　 / 　 MATTEO MARTARI. 35. italian. a private bodyguard for the rich and wealthy who used to be a policeman, in italy. bisexual. HE IS 　　 getting into fights for love, freckles, worried eyes, tired soul, navy suits and white shirts, a hint of beard, fear of losing control, gentle kisses, vanilla icecream and a familiar handwriting. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　HENRIETTA CALHOUN　 / 　 MADISON DAVENPORT. 24. canadian. a university student who’s taking her master in engineering informatics + a hacker in her free time. bisexual. SHE IS　　 black babydolls, fingers typing quickly, bringing her computer anywhere, black and white polaroids all over the walls, punching hard, feisty temper, coding, her sister’s necklace, rings, incense burning on the window shelf, succulents. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LEO (LEOPOLD) BURNETT　 / 　 RUDY PANKOW. 18. american. a senior in high school whose life consists in working for the richest beverly hills families when he can, to help his mother, and surfing. bisexual. HE IS 　　 waves so high he can feel the clouds, the smell of fresh grass, the same old denim jacket his father left him before leaving, forehead kisses, snarky comments, heart of gold. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LOVISE DE SMIT　 / 　 DANIELLE CAMPBELL. 23. norwegian. a freelancer cartoonist (comics artist) who has a small etsy shop on the side. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　LUCIEN KERR　 / 　 THOMAS DOHERTY. 21. american (french from his mother’s side). a self-employed mechanic who inherited his father’s business and anger. bisexual. HE IS 　　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　MOIRA DONOVAN　 / 　 CRYSTAL REED. 31. american. a homicide detective whose life revolves around crime and riddles. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 multiple identical leather jackets, running at night, finding comfort in her gun, playing darts alone after a long day at work, blurry morals. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　NADINE BROOKS　 / 　CLAIRE HOLT. 30. american. a contract killer who never stays in the same place for long and loves to change identity and play different parts. latest one: colleen miller, a kind bartender who plays therapist with her drunk clients. homosexual. SHE IS 　　 knives hidden under an evening dress, warm smile and cold hands, numerous expensive wigs, contact lenses, bullet holes, bloody kisses. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RAMONA PEREIRA　 / 　 ESTER EXPOSITO. 19. spanish-american. a social media influencer whose business is based on fitness, photoshoots and promoting things she doesn’t believe in. bisexual. SHE IS 　　 lace lingerie, a flask safely held in her purse, a pair of never wore before loubotins, bad intentions, crying herself to sleep, self-inflicted bruises, working out to empty her mind, fake perfect life on instagram. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RAVEN VAUGHN　 / 　 SAMANTHA LOGAN. 19. american. a university student studying accounting and finance, who has a way with numbers but not with words. heterosexual. SHE IS 　　 pink lips, braids, fancy water bottles, cooking for someone else, romantic comedies from the nineties, dreaming of prince charming, two-piece outfits, pastel colors, long baths and singing in the shower, white ribbons, numbers over words. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　REBECCA TREMBLAY　 / 　 KENNEDY WALSH. 19. american. a visual design student at university who dreams of becoming one of the best graphic designers out there. homosexual. SHE IS 　　 floral overpriced tops, whimsical make-up, rainbow hair, borrowing her mother’s weed and hiding it under the bed, fairy lights, tweeting at all times, soft kisses and big fears, hugging her dog when something goes wrong. 　 ♡ ﹟ 　REMI (REMINGTON) OLIVER KNIGHT　 / 　 GAVIN LEATHERWOOD. 25. british. a fashion photographer with a bad reputation. bisexual. HE IS 　　 a library with no books in it (only cameras and different lenses), his work framed in different pictures all around his house, luxury cars, scandalous parties, bad reputation, black leather shoes, spending hours in front of a mirror. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RICHIE (RICHARD) LOPEZ　 / 　 BENJAMIN WADSWORTH. 18. american. a senior high school student whose reputation as your classical troublemaker precedes him. bisexual. HE IS 　　 a constant black eye, cigarette behind his ear, soft curls, disappointed look, fists clenched ready for a fight, not caring about getting hurt or hurting who deserves it, an old pastel car that feels like home.　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　SAGE TAYLOR　 / 　 LAURA HARRIER. 27. american. a middle school art teacher who doesn’t care about showing her art to anyone with eyes, not anymore. heterosexual. SHE IS 　　 ruined t-shirts, painted overalls, colored eyeshadow, brushes in every angle of her apartment, more pillows than space on the bed, fire over ice, weird coffee orders, naked bodies touching any surface. 　 ♡

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