#nobody messes with claire when he's around

[coco-bean-1218]

hi claire!! hope you're having a good day :) i am once again here to feed my obsession with your story by asking for a directors commentary thing! you can do whatever section or part... but if you can't decide maybe a scene with oc!claire and her brother?

Hello!! Thank you for the ask! So, Claire actually doesn’t have a brother, but she does have an older sister! Sean and Benoit are characters she meets once she gets to Europe, and Noah is someone from her past.

Let’s do a “what if” scene that may or may not make the final cut, starring Noah! I haven’t done too much with him.

Warning: this is kinda out of character, but like I said, it's just an idea I'm throwing out there.

My poor golden retriever boy runs into some trouble with Easy.

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1943

After a particularly grueling week of training, the members of Easy Company were relieved to have been granted weekend passes. It was a well-deserved break, and the men were taking full advantage of the opportunity to let loose. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol as everyone was enjoying the night, drinking and laughing with their fellow soldiers.

"You see that Navy guy over there?" Grant's finger wavered as he pointed towards a man in a Navy uniform across the room.

"Huh? Which one? There's like a hundred of 'em," Liebgott shouted, swaying slightly from his own drunkenness.

"That one right there, with the glasses!" Grant exclaimed, poking Talbert in the eye with his finger.

"What about 'im?" Talbert asked, trying to steady his drink as he leaned back.

"That's the…um…guy that broke Claire's goddamn heart," Grant mumbled, his words slurring together.

Liebgott erupted into laughter, "What?!"

"'s what she told me," Grant slurred.

"What's his name?" Talbert prompted.

"Oh, fuck, what was it?" Grant scrunched up his face, trying to remember through the alcohol haze, "Noah…something."

"Noah's Ark?" Liebgott cackled.

Grant rolled his eyes, "No, you moron. Not Noah's Ark."

"Ooh, someone's getting jealous over here," Talbert teased.

"I should…I should punch 'im," Grant suddenly declared.

Liebgott's laughter subsided, and he looked at Grant in disbelief, "I fucking dare you."

Grant nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Fine."

Grant stumbled his way toward Noah, his mind clouded with alcohol-induced determination and a sense of longing. As he got closer, he noticed the man's calm demeanor- there was something about him that didn't fit the image of a heartbreaker. Yet, to Grant, he symbolized everything he heard about Claire's past.

At just a few feet away, his mind started to become clearer, and he realized that maybe punching the guy wasn't the best course of action. But it was too late to back down now.

He didn't even know what he was doing, and he felt an unfamiliar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. But the thought of someone hurting Claire, his sweet, innocent Claire, ignited a fire within him. Grant's mind raced with thoughts of her- her warm smile, her laughter, and the longing in her eyes when she spoke of her failed romance. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking her away from him, even if it was just a memory now. 

He clenched his fists, ready to deliver a punch that would make Noah regret ever crossing paths with her.

"Hey, Navy boy," Grant shouted as he was now face to face with Noah.

Noah adjusted his glasses and looked straight into Grant's eyes, "Yeah?"

"You think you're some kind of hotshot, huh?" Grant tried to sound tough but failed miserably.

Noah looked at his friends and then back at Grant. He arched his eyebrows and chuckled softly. "And what makes you say that?"

Grant struggled to maintain his composure, "You think you can just break my girl's heart and get away with it?"

Noah's brow furrowed in confusion, "Um...who?"

Anger flickered in Grant's eyes, "Claire O'Connor. She went to high school with you, and you know damn well who she is!"

Noah thought about it momentarily, and then realization dawned on him, "Oh."

Without hesitation, Grant's fist shot forward, connecting with Noah's cheek. The lens of Noah's glasses shattered, piercing the skin of Grant's knuckles. Noah stumbled backward, crashing into one of his friends who hastily tried to steady him. Chaos erupted within seconds as the sound of shattering glass, and grunts filled the air.

"What the fuck?!" Noah exclaimed, catching the blood that trickled down his nose in his hand. 

Grant let out a sharp breath as the realization of the pain hit him, feeling warm blood seep through his fingers from the cuts on his fist.

But Noah fought back, his Navy training evident as he landed a solid punch to Grant's jaw, splitting his lip open.

Blood and alcohol mingled together as the two men continued to trade punches, each inflicting equal damage on the other and unaware of the chaos they had created.

Liebgott and Talbert fought their way through the crowd of both Paratroopers and Sailors.

"Grant! What the hell?" Talbert shouted, trying to intervene.

Liebgott followed suit, his face a mix of concern and amusement, "Goddamn it, Chuck, you really went through with it!"

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I'm sorry this was so bad! 😭

Please take writing privileges away from me.

[erxxi3]

hi kyle it's moss, they are here with an ada wong request, but don't feel pressured writing it if it's not for your taste (or you can change ada for whoever you want, it's kinda free form)💕

— (this is some kind of au but what kind, nobody knows) it's friday night, movie night where chris, claire, leon, luis, ada, and you get together at one of your guys' place with snacks, drinks, everything that is needed to have fun. as always, ada and you take the couch to yourselves with a giant blanket, you sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers. oh how she can't help herself and how she is so grateful everyone is focusing on the loud movie that is playing, she has plenty of space and opportunity to let her hands wander around your body and more...

hope you have fun with this mess 🤭 again, do not feel pressured to write it, only if you'd like

This request was really good anyways I just love ada wong bc she is the best girl besides Jill.

Have fun with your requested fic Moss and this took me a while to write although it was not hard work for me!! <3

— Thats it baby, Focus on me.

Pairings: Ada wong x Fem! Reader

Summary: What the request said bc I can’t say anymore things 😭

Cw. Secret relationship w ada wong, slight mommy kink, fingering, cunnilingus, getting heard/caught by Claire, body worship, praise, wlw, kissing session + marks being left, and fluff at the end. NOT PROOF READ AND PLS LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

Character Count: 13.1k

It was a friday night, which meant a movie night with the group (chris, claire, leon, luis, ada, and you) getting together at your place to watch a couple of crappy horror movies in a circle on the floor of your living room while the rest of your friends go about their own business. you've already made popcorn and have a bunch of beer in front of you, as well as soda and milk for all of them. leon is sitting next to you, his arm slung around the back of your couch while the other hand rests on your shoulder.

when he sees a movement out of the corner of his eye he reaches up and turns off the TV, just because he doesn't want people to startle at the sound of the tv being turned on, then turns to face you. he's got that dopey grin on his face and you can feel yourself turning red. you know that you like it when he looks at you, but you also know that it might be too much.

So instead you try to avoid another deep conversation, turning the TV back on putting on a three hour long movie, and bringing out this gigantic blanket throwing it over everyone except ada because she happened to have brought one from your bedroom. Although, before she had went to grab it you told her that it was fine with you.

Ada has been acting weird ever since you and Leon had been becoming close friends, though not in an awkward way. she'd always been pretty easy going, which was how you knew that you were totally into her even if she didn't seem to notice it.

What had made it harder for you was that there wasn't really anything else to talk about when you were hanging out with ada. About the time the movie will start, you try to get comfortable on the floor, as you are sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers.

It was a little uncomfortable, so you try to move back, but she moves forward pushing herself closer until your thighs touch, then sliding your arms around your waist pressing her hands behind your back. she starts playing with the hem of your shirt. her lips brush your ear and you shiver.

"You don't wanna do that," you murmur quietly so that no one else can hear the two of you, but the movie is loud they are probably not going to. she pulls away. "it wouldn't be right." you whisper still trying to move back without making a big deal out of it. you're embarrassed about the whole thing but even more to be caught by the others with ada.

"Maybe we can go to your room." she whispers to you making your cheeks flushed red.

You are sitting between her legs with your back pressed against hers. you're sure it'll be ok. if anyone would notice it, it's ada. and she hasn't mentioned it once. but that just means that she's thinking about it, so maybe the whole thing isn't such a bad idea. She pulls back. "I guess," you murmur. she gets up slowly and takes your hand as you get up and follow her upstairs, stopping outside of your door. she leans down giving you a peck. then pulls away again looking shyly at your feet.

you smile at her softly then open your door and step inside closing it behind you. ada follows in and you walk over to your bed, she sits down. you sit next to her and give her a kiss. it feels different than your first one, or the ones that came after it. there's something more to that feeling.

you pull apart a second later. "We should probably lock the door..” she mumbles looking embarrassed as she pulls the door shut. “you know.. for safety reasons.” you nod, “yeah, good idea…” you murmur blushing hard. she kisses you again and you both end up crawling onto your bed. she straddles your lap.

you take a deep breath, you know exactly where this is going.

"i think we should.." you pause biting your lip and leaning forward so that your noses touch. "should uh…" you start kissing her neck trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone and back up again. This goes on for a couple of minutes until the two of you stop. "are you.. ready?" she asks quietly hoping that the answer won't be yes. ada nods slightly, smiling a bit. you lean up and kiss her deeply for several seconds.

she tastes so sweet just like candy.

she lays you down and begin kissing every inch of your skin that you have exposed . ada runs her hands through your hair and you hold onto her tightly. you feel ada's tongue trace patterns on your stomach and her mouth makes its way to your breasts. you moan. "oh god..." she murmurs pulling your top off and taking it over her head. you reach up running your fingers through her hair and gently tugging. ada giggles. she kisses and nibbles down your body until you are completely naked under her hands, then you pull back. "are you ready for me now?" she murmurs moving closer to kiss your neck again.

Humming in response, just knowing ada loves to be rough but knows when you aren't ready to go all the way. "alright baby... i'm gonna show you how much I love you..." you feel ada's teeth bite lightly into your neck, leaving an impression that she likes it but she also knows that your limits.

"Good girl... now let me mark you~" your eyes drift closed at those words, while you let her. she traces her tongue across the top of your left breast and then traces it down towards your belly button. she trails light touches along your abdomen and back up until she finally reaches your pubic bone. you squirm. "oh baby..." you whine. ada smiles at you. "you're ready." you nod.

"let's do it.." you say in a husky voice. ada looks up at you for a second then starts to work on getting rid of your pants and underwear until you're both lying naked on your bed together. you look at each other in awe. ada smiles. "let's make it quick okay.." she says kissing you again. your mind races with thoughts of all the things you wanted to do with ada. she begins moving her hips up and down gently rubbing circles around your clitoris causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips.

"fuck.." you moan. ada continues to grind into your body at a steady pace. you run a hand through her hair as she rocks into you. "oh god.." you moan again. ada stops moving suddenly, "don't come yet okay.. i can tell you're almost there.." she says kissing your cheek. you close your eyes, "come on.. please.." you whimper desperately. you want her so badly but you also want everything to slow down so that it feels like you're coming alive.

ada gives you a last long kiss. "give me a moment," she murmurs getting up off of you to take her own panties off. "hold on my baby.." she whispers in your ear. "just give me a minute.” you're not sure why she says it so softly, she always calls you baby in public but when you have sex with her it doesn't feel intimate at all, just comforting. she crawls back on top of you, then presses her lips against yours and she slips a finger inside of you.

you moan, "ah.." she moves the digit inside faster. "that's it.. that's the spot...” you moan. she rubs her finger against you, making you moan louder. "so tight.." she murmurs nuzzling your neck, "just let go baby, let go.." you feel her hand slip inside you and slide all the way to your clit and rubbing vigorously. you groan softly "oh yeah..” she continues to press her lips against yours. "oh fuck.." you moan and close your eyes, feeling waves of pleasure hitting your core. your legs wrap round ada's waist.

She starts to move her fingers a faster and you can already feel your body tensing up. you moan again, your hands squeezing onto her sides as another wave of pleasure hits you. "shhh, baby..” she hushes holding your hips firmly, keeping the pace steady and fast.

"it's alright..” you moan and your grip on her tightens. "it's okay baby....” her voice is filled with excitement. "faster.." you beg her. you can't stand it anymore your hips bucking upwards. you feel ada pull out and grab a pillow from the bed and place it under your back and she starts thrusting. "ah shit...” you groan, grabbing the pillow tighter. "you're so beautiful.. such a nice body.." she murmurs against your neck.

Throwing your head back, in closure to climaxing, as her words of praise are sending you to cloud 9 while her fingers work you like magic. "hnnn!" you cry out . "almost there...hold out a bit longer...just focus on me.” she whispers whipping away the tears from your face with her other hand.

The state you were in made ada capture this moment as if it was a vivid dream, you trembling underneath her not being able to hold out any longer while you were crying and gasping for air, your body tensed up and shaking, your arms wrapped around her torso in ectascy.

You had never felt anything like this before. you didn't expect the intensity that came with it, you thought it'd be a little less intense, but it was even better. you could taste yourself on her lips and she kissed you softly. "your mine..” she whispers and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, you shudder as she continues pumping her fingers into you. "God— Ada!” you moaned her name as you put your head into her chest trying to muffle all the sounds that came from you besides the sqeltching wetness of your pussy being pounded by her fingers.

"m` close....” you groan feeling as though you might faint from orgasm. you can feel sticky liquid trickling down your plush thighs as her fingers continue pounding into you. "yes-- gonna cum.." you blurt out following a pornographic moan gripping onto the sheets beneath you. "I've gotcha baby, keep making those sweet sounds for me..” you feel your whole body tightening in response to her pleasurable tone and you feel the tension leave your body. "ahhh..” you let out a soft moan releasing on her fingers and the grey sheets beneath you.

Ada lowered herself down and began lapping the juices running from your cunt as she praises you with such words as: "you did so well..” and "you taste so fucking amazing just like how I imagined.."

Ada says smirkingly at you before pressing a lingering kiss on your cunt, then the two of you heard loud footsteps coming towards the locked door. "fuck!!” you shriek covering your crotch with one hand. "shit shit shit shit shit..." ada said scrambling for your clothes as you scrambled around for yours which you were still wearing.

You both pulled your pants on quickly as the footsteps came closer to the door. Telling ada to hide somewhere because they can’t know that you two are secre together. Walking towards the door and unlocking it, cracking it slight, you said “Yes?” and it was Leon outside the door telling you that the others are heading out, but that Claire wanted to talk to you.

He calls Claire and leaves the both of you alone to talk. “Listen…I don’t want to be that type of person to say this, but I heard everything.” The silence became loud as you stared at her with a blank ass stare , unable to believe what she had just told you. "what do you mean?” you ask.

"I overheard the whole thing, you and ada in your room, And we were sitting downstairs just chatting about the movie, but I was trying to keep quiet about your business.” She pauses waiting for you to reply. you sigh heavily. "we should probably stop this conversation here because I’ve got to meet with sherry right now...” she nods. “I see..could you keep this between you and me?”

“yeah..yeah no problem.”

“i'll get going now.." Claire says walking away and back downstairs leaving.

"Alright..talk later." You nod, closing the door behind you slowly and looking concerned , you turn around only to find ada standing by the door watching you. "hey babe..what did she say to you?" She asks.

"she knew."

“What?!”

"She knows we're seeing each other, but she said she would keep quiet about this and not tell the others.” You say, looking down, not wanting to look her in the eye.

"wow.." she takes a deep breath and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her. "she's a good listener... but she cares about us. I don't wanna be exposed to the others and she knows how I feel.” You sigh, "yeah she does.” ada mumbled. "look at me." she pulls your chin up to look at her face. "no matter what happens, if they find out about our relationship let them..”

"Let them think what they wanna,” you shake your head slightly, "they can't make us break up because of some stupid rumors they hear, and I'm not breaking up with you over something like this." She kisses you gently, "I love you..”.

“I love you too.” You smile lightly holding her hand in yours and caressing it softly. "however,” she began to speak, "I still think we should tell them tonight, so they can stop pestering us..”

"And you think this will help us?” you said puzzled

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"well you haven't mentioned our relationship yet to them, so maybe i’ll send a message to the groupchat and finally leave us be.” You said grabbing your phone off the nightstand texting the groupchat about your relationship with ada and that you’ve been keeping it a secret from everyone, and to keep their noses out of your affairs.

After a couple hours later, you went to sleep in ada's arms after dinner and bath. you woke up in a tangle of limbs. ‘i hope she’s okay sleeping next to me..’ you think snuggling into ada more, enjoying her warmth, she stirs in her sleep and moves towards you wrapping her arms tightly around you in a hug. you smile softly and drift off to sleep again.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Sometimes figuring out how to cheese a level in a silly corner cutting way can be as fun as actually playing the level as intsys intended! Usually at least once per game I get a level where I'm like 'I KNOW I can cheese this and on my life I WILL figure out how'.

I completed the Rigel Castle storming level when I did my first playthrough of Echoes by killing only Emperor Rudolf using a combo of Faye and Silque teleportong around Clair, Kliff, and a very underleveled Delthea. Nobody in my party could remotely one shot him, but I was like I have to cook it has to be possible. I was messing around with combo orders and teleports and stat boosts for easily over a dozen level resets. Because he hides after you hit him once. You have to one round him or he goes all the way to the back of the map. Genuinely had just as much fun cheesing the level as actually playing it. I got deeply invested in figuring out how to just assassinate this guy, literally playing the level would've been faster. But the level before was grinding through the fort and I was like 'hmmm not this again' and then I was like 'he's awfully close to the edge of that wall 👀'.

It made the emotional cut scene afterwards jarring though because I was still reveling in my success of figuring out I needed to strike the final killing blow with the underleveled 12 year old for this entire operation to work.

So yeah, love cheesing a level, love the challenge of finding the correct combo of units to get me out of there in 3 rounds tops. I never look up how to cheese it that's no fun but if I see cheesing potential I'm like "I HAVE TO TRY"

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[stardew-obsessed-ora]

hi do you have any headcanons involving morris and the junimos (or maybe just magic in general) ?

Hiiii anon! Thank you so much for the ask! This was actually quite the interesting topic to think about, so thank you for that! I apologize for how long this took to pump out. I was so busy with college math that I wasn't really able to focus on writing. Regardless, I'm excited to finally be able to sit down and answer this!

(Some of this is going to be based on the before the farmer comic)

Word count: 1,621

tiny bit of angst but it gets better! ∼ ~~◡◡◡◡ ~~ ⥽ Ⅰ ⥼ ~~◡◡◡◡~~ ∽

For starters, the Junimos have made themselves somewhat known to Morris for quite some time. Not in a positive way, of course. They were there when Joja was first making its presence known within the valley. Maybe they were trying to ward the company off with what little mischief they could pull? Or maybe they just wanted to use what little remaining power they had to screw with the man before shriveling up due to the continued environmental damage from the corporation. 

From the first day he started working as a district manager onward, they would appear out of the corner of his eye. He thought it might’ve been flickers of light, or maybe he was just up too early? That was probably it. This went on for weeks, months even. It was maddening. It was hard enough setting up a new store in town, but with the added paranormal activity? That wasn’t what he signed up for. 

He would clock in at 5am sharp each day, do a routine check of everything and make a mental note of what needed to be done, the usual. And then- something would fall. Morris, being rather jumpy, would flinch every single time without fail. Whenever he checked the room where the source of the sound was, however, there was nothing on the ground. There wasn’t a single trace of what could’ve made the noise. Of course, there were boxes being perpetually scattered from their uniform positions, but they couldn’t have made such loud noises.  

There were numerous meetings with his employees regarding the incidents. If it wasn’t just him, it had to be some elaborate prank, right? These meetings would go from casual reminders of company policy regarding messing around on company time, threats that whoever was to be found wasting so much time on an elaborate scheme as opposed to getting the upper-hand working would be fired, to subtle pleas for whoever it was to turn themselves in and that their punishment wouldn’t actually be that bad. 

“What if it’s like- raccoons? Those little guys can go crazy all on their lonesome. I remember one time mom had accidentally messed up a recipe, so she threw the most burnt pieces out, and a few hours later we found like- all kinds of trash on our lawn!”

“Respectfully, I think I’d know if they were raccoons, Sam. I’d have come across the mess already. And- I’d probably have come across one of the raccoons on my daily searches. I’m very methodical with my process.” 

“Also… sorry to butt in- I’d probably hear them coming in. I’m always here early.” And then Claire yawns. “I hear a bit of rustling, but it’s not really… that obstructive.” 

“Seriously? So you’re inattentive. There’s no way you’re not hearing- well- what I’m referring to.”

“They say regions like this tend to be a bit haunted.” “Haunted? Seriously?!” “Yeah, next thing we know Morris’ll start seeing the lights flicker when nobody else does. Then, he’ll see his reflection laugh at him. And then-”

“Shane, enough. Seriously. Spirits aren’t real. They’re mere fairy-tales at best.” “Fine, alright. If it’s such an issue, why don’t you install cameras?” 

“For your information, we actually do have- wait.” And then he checked the cameras. It became somewhat routine for him to skim through the footage daily in an attempt to find anything incriminating. Maybe he’d catch the person putting him through this annoying, relentless hell if he remained vigilant?  

As much as he wanted to act like he wasn’t unnerved by the thought of the Jojamart being haunted or something, he was. Horror terrified him, he was the kid who dove behind the couch whenever something even slightly unnerving came on the television. He didn’t want to be living through a real life horror movie! Maybe he should’ve just accepted the raccoon suggestion… Thumbing through the camera footage, he became distraught. He, in fact, did not catch anything. The most paranormal thing he did catch, in his mind, were both Shane and Sam doing their jobs exactly as he had asked. Great, so that was a fruitless- wait. Checking the camera in the storage room, he saw something. He saw several of the boxes rustling, moving on their own then stopping. If all of his employees were at their stations, then what was..? 

He decided to investigate himself. 

“Hey, Mors. Don’t die back there, kay? It’s always the people going on investigations themselves that get caught in horror movies!” 

“Shane, I’ll dock your pay if you don’t get back to your station.”

“Goooot it.” 

The first time he stepped into the storage room and heard squeaking he assumed it was rats. Great, they had an infestation on their hands. Another lengthy email to corporate. And then- he saw a flicker of green, a dash of blue, and- an apple stem? There they were. The Junimos. It was ridiculous, but he wanted to run away. Even if they looked cutesy, they were spirits- ghosts- supernatural beings, for crying out loud! In his moment of panic he stood, pale and wide eyed as he observed the creatures. 

And then his panic quickly subsided, replaced with soft laughter.

“Is this a prank? Some kind of toy? Seriously…” When he tried to pick the creature up, it quickly hopped away, then reappeared behind him. Of course, Morris, being stubborn, doubled down on his internal viewpoint that they were toys. The squeaking didn’t help. Neither did their bouncy movements or overly cartoonish faces. He thought they were toys for the remainder of his encounters with them. 

Regardless of how much they tried to keep him on his toes, annoy him, make him resign and bring peace back to the valley. They couldn’t get under his skin as they had his first few months of working. 

I like imagining the Junimo are very determined little creatures, however. They both don’t understand human emotion very well, and also don’t understand the concept of knowing when to quit. They continued to make messes, hit against things to make unruly sounds, appear out of the corner of his eye, but it only made him crack down further on policies regarding workplace ethics and appropriate behavior. 

Of course, this wasn’t to say Morris didn’t humor the “toy” he had found. At times he’d act scared, or frantically pick the mess it had made up, or try again to pick it up, somewhat impressed at the fact it had such sharp reflexes. If only the person controlling it put those skills to something productive. 

When he’d spot one of a color other than green he wondered if the person who owned the toy had invested in multiple just to freak him out. 

He found them kind of cute, and almost endearing. A part of him thought about pitching an idea to corporate regarding Joja potentially making their own line of the little things. 

Before he knew it, however, the ruckus stopped. 

The little creatures stopped squeaking, they stopped rummaging through the back room of the store, they stopped appearing out of the corners of his eye. The Junimos were losing their magic within the valley, and the spread of Joja was at fault. They couldn’t even ward off one store chain from the valley with the best of their abilities. 

When he finds the last Junimo he almost jumps out of his skin at the sight of it. Anything unexpected caused him to jump, let alone one of the very things that had tried to annoy him for months on end. But now, there it was, its little leaf hung low and its eyes half shut in defeat. 

Of course he was confused. A toy shouldn’t have been that expressive. Maybe it was another one? Maybe it-

And then, it disappeared. Right in front of his eyes, to his own dismay. Its little leaf had withered away, followed by the rest of it. 

Panic, worry, and a strange sense of guilt filled his chest as he would bolt from the storage room. The realization they weren’t toys and that he had spent months pinning their appearances on employees embarrassed him, yet also, terrified him. Up until that moment he had assumed fairy tales, magic, and things of the like were fake.

Afterwards, he spent months making sure the Jojamart wasn’t haunted or anything like that. It was ridiculous, but nobody bothered stopping him. It took time he spent chewing them out for meticulous things away, and kept him preoccupied. 

For a while, he tried asking other townsfolk about what he saw, being met only with confused glances and a few remarks here and there regarding him possibly losing it. 

It made him feel crazy. 

When the farmer actually reaffirmed the existence of the little fellas he had seen, it lifted a weight off of his shoulders. He didn’t have to feel even remotely worried that his unhealthy work hours were actually taking a toll on him. Nope! 

And yet, it still made him feel bad. 

Bad, as in wondering if something had happened to them that might’ve been caused by him. Or- by the collective efforts of the corporation he had been working so tirelessly for, anyways. It ultimately helped feed into his doubt regarding whether or not what he was doing was truly right. 

It wasn’t until after the community center had been rebuilt that he saw the little fellas again. He was tending to his garden when he spotted something from the corner of his eye. He thought it was an animal, or perhaps just something blowing in the wind.

That's when he saw it, a Jumino making its way onto his property with a flower in tow. A white tulip.

It takes the Junimos a while to grasp the concept, but they realize Morris wasn't intentionally trying to fuck up the valley. He was just a victim of circumstance. So, after coming to this profound realization, I like imagining they occasionally drop off little flowers of varying positive meanings at his door to both reassure him that he didn't help permanently ward them off and to show that there's no hard feelings.

(also this takes away from the more serious nature of these hcs but if he could grab one of the little guys i do think he'd squish it in his hand. he finds them really cute outside of the initial five nights at junimos encounter he had)

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

I text Claire when I’m on the bus and tell her I can’t make it to the hotel. Her response is immediate. 

Why???

I tell her about how Jude invited me to Dublin, and as soon as I hit send my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and she’s immediately talking. 

“Did he actually?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know.”

“So you’re going to Dublin?”

“I’m on the bus now.”

She gasps. “Is there other people going?”

“Yeah of course, it’s hardly going to be just me.”

“Still.” There’s a pause. “He might kiss you again.” She says it like it’s a warning, but I can’t help but conjure up the memory of him pressing me into a trellis wall at the festival, hot breath on my face, and my stomach feels funny. 

“Hopefully.”

She laughs. “Hopefully not! You tell him that if he’s going to mess around with your feelings then I’m going to kick his arse. Or I’ll get Shane to do it.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him about what happened, did you?” I feel my face burning. 

“No way! I’ll just tell him to kick his arse and he’ll do it for me, no questions asked. I’ll make him fly to Berlin if I have to.”

I smile. “Whatever.”

“I want updates when you get back.”

“Ditto! I’m sorry I won’t see you before the debs. Be sure to take loads of photos, and tell me if there’s any scandal.”

“Oh I will.” She says. “Although I bet it’ll be a lot of Rock the Boat and the Cha Cha Slide, so more than likely nothing exciting whatsoever.”

“You don’t think Rock the Boat is exciting, no?”

She snorts. “Good luck tonight babes. Remember what I said. Keep him at an arm’s length.”

“I promise.” I say, my fingers crossed in my lap, and I hang up the phone. 

I clamber off the bus on George’s Quay and the city is thronged. The traffic is snaking along the river, buses and bicycles all fighting for space on the narrow road, and it’s noisy. There’s this incessant roar of a hundred collective engines idling, people talking, shouting, the hiss of the bus as it opens up the luggage compartment. I feel very tiny. I join a crowd of people waiting for the lights to change to cross over O’Connell bridge, and I’m carried along with the wave of bodies when the light turns green, the pedestrian crossing making that incessant beeping sound. I’m trying my best to look like I know what I’m doing in case someone mistakes me for a tourist and pickpockets me or something, and tell myself I’ll have to get used to this, because when I go to college I’ll be doing this every day. 

I queue up for the city bus near the Spire, and I never remember it being so huge. Everything here is huge. People’s faces don’t seem friendly, all hard lines and vacant eyes, that rush-hour stare. Someone shoulders past me as I cling to a yellow handrail on the crowded bus, and doesn’t even turn around to say sorry. I text my mam, letting her know I’m okay, even though I’m not convinced I am. 

I get off at Seafield Road, just like Jude told me to, and make my way up the street, looking out for any of the landmarks he mentioned. It’s a big, leafy suburban area lined with big red brick 1930s houses on both sides of the road. 

I hang a left off Seafield and head up Vernon Avenue, a string of Georgian terraces that opens out onto the sea. The air is fresh in a way that reminds me of the holiday village, but the seafront in Clontarf has nothing on the one I spent the summer on. It’s built up here, pathways and benches and those outdoor gym machines that nobody ever really uses, it isn’t as unspoiled and beautiful, instead it’s so very urban. I peer over a wall and down into the outdoor area of a trendy restaurant full of trendy people eating al-fresco, their plates adorned with microscopic portions of oysters and scallops and other expensive foods I’ve never tasted. A man with a booming voice says something down his phone about owning properties in Howth and I wonder if my mother really was onto something when she said this area was posh. 

I arrive outside Jude’s house. It’s an old Georgian place with lush foliage outside, a brand new car sitting in the driveway. It’s all period details and sash windows, a set of wide stone steps leading up to the front door, which has a classic arched fan light above it. It’s the nicest house on the street by far. It looks like it should be featured in a magazine.

I quickly learn though, that when very cool kids say that a party starts at seven, they apparently don’t mean seven. I’m the first to arrive, and Jude actually looks surprised when he opens the door to me. 

“Oh, Evie, Hi.” He says, the heavy-handed plonking sounds of a piano drifting into the hall behind him. ‘I didn’t think you’d come so early, I still have to shower.” Oh God, no. He lets me in anyway. “Come in, my sister is just practising for her piano lessons. They start up again next week but she hasn’t played all summer.” He rolls his eyes. “In case you can’t tell. She sounds shite.” He sounds especially American in this environment, so it’s freaky to hear him use a word like “shite.” 

I step into the hallway, high ceilinged with a herringbone wood floor that extends into the back of the house. It’s been built well into the garden, huge windows with glass so clean it’s invisible look out over a patio with all that expensive outdoor furniture that you sit on in the showroom to pretend that you’re the kind of person who could justify paying for something that’s only brought out of the shed for three months a year. 

I want to say something like: “I never knew you were so rich” to him, before I decide that it might sound stupid. I just walk on through to the open kitchen and dining area and act like I’m always in giant, converted Georgian houses, and this is all completely uninteresting to me.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” He asks me, and I nod, and then sit there watching him make it, perched on a barstool, the white marble countertops cool under my elbows. 

“I’m sorry I’m early.” I say. “I thought it was at seven.”

“No it’s fine, I said seven in the text. I should have been more specific.”

“More specific about…?”

“That seven doesn’t actually mean seven, you know? That it means, like, sometime after eight.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you expected me to decode your text.”

He smiles and shakes his head as he tosses a tea bag into a mug, and by now it’s like I can read his mind: He doesn’t think I should apologise for not knowing that, but it doesn’t make me feel any less stupid. 

There’s a sudden clacking on the wooden floors and Jude’s mother strides into the room jangling keys. I whip around to look at her. She’s a very young, very beautiful woman with blonde hair in a gamine style. She pauses when she sees me. “Oh hello.” 

“Mom this is my friend Evie, Evie this is my mom.” Jude says.

���Hello…. Missus Turner.” I say, because that’s how they address people’s parents on American TV, but it just seems to amuse her. She has the same loping half-smile as her son, and regards me with Jude’s eyes, which is disconcerting. It’s the exact same, sharp, steady gaze that always seems as though it’s cutting through me. “Oh, darling, it’s just Colette.” She insists, and her accent is so posh that it’s almost British. “You’re one of the girls from the Holy Faith school?”

“No, I’m actually not. I’m from Tullamore. In Offaly.” 

“Oh Offaly.” She says dully. “Very nice.”

“She’s one of my friends from holidays.” Jude clarifies. 

“Ah, you’re Shane’s sister.”

Jude slides the mug of tea in front of me and I take it immediately, grateful to have something to do with my hands. “No, um. No I’m not.”

“Ah.” She reaches for her handbag from the dining table and rifles through it impatiently. “Jude, have you seen my reading glasses? I can’t find them.”

“Did you check the office?”

“Why would they be in there?”

“I’m just asking, did you check?”

They bicker back and forth while I sip sheepishly on my tea. She seems intense, but actually, now that I think about it, sometimes Jude seems intense too. I feel a little wounded that Colette has never heard of me, because it means Jude didn’t bother to mention me. When he told her about his holidays and all the things that happened, I wasn’t in even one of his stories? It’s depressing.

She leaves the room, and I hear her opening a door, the jarring piano music suddenly amplified. “Ivy, get ready please, I want to leave in five minutes.” She shuts it again. Neither Jude nor I say anything until the footsteps have disappeared into the landing upstairs 

“They’re going to my grandmother’s house this evening.” He tells me. “They’ll stay until midnight, maybe, and then they’re coming back.”

“Oh right.”

“How’s your tea?”

“It’s lovely, thank you.” 

The room feels very large around me, and I feel like I’m Alice. I’ve drunk the potion and I keep shrinking into my environment. The smallest girl alive. Soon I’ll be a microscopic speck on these parquet floors. 

“Who’s coming tonight?” I finally say into the long silence, and Jude slumps on the counter, looking very thoughtful. “A few people. Not many you’d know. Actually, except for Jen.”

“What about Kasper and Joe?”

“Everyone got their college offers today, so some people have other plans. They’re too busy to see me off before my big voyage…”

“Oh!” I exclaim. “I never asked about your leaving cert. How were your results?”

“I was happy.” He says with infuriating vagueness.

“Yes okay but what did you get?” 

He laughs. “What’s it to you? It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to know, come on, you can’t withhold that.”

“I got enough to secure my place at university.”

“Which is?”

He rolls his eyes. “Five hundred and fifty.”

“Out of six hundred?!”

“Yes of course out of six hundred.” He chuckles. “What else?”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations.” I reach out across the counter and pull him into a hug.

“Thank you.” His cheeks have turned pink. “But if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

“Why, so they don’t figure out how much of a nerd you are?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it.”

His little sister runs into the room and grabs her shoes from the mat beside the patio door. “Hello.” She says to me as she fiddles with the velcro straps. 

“Hi.” I say back. 

“Ivy, this is my friend Evie.” Jude tells her. “Evie, this is my sister Ivy. The one who was playing the terrible piano.”

“Mean.” She pouts.

“Yes, mean!” I agree. “I think you sounded great.”

“She’s lying.” Jude says, and she darts over to karate chop the air in front of his stomach a dozen times. He puts his hand on top of her head and musses up her long, fawn coloured hair . “If you want me to say you’re good then you should have just practised.”

“You should have just practised.” She mocks. 

“Do I sound like that?” Jude asks me. 

I snicker. “Yeah you do.”

He pokes her in the ribs and she squeals, racing across the room away from him. I sit back and smile to myself as he messes with her. I’m seeing a side to him that I never thought about him having. On his own he’s nearly mythical, this mysterious puzzle to solve, and here in his native environment he seems like an ordinary boy. Someone’s big brother. I imagine him growing up within these four walls, arriving when he wasn’t too much older than Ivy is now. Picturing him as a child is pulling at my heartstrings. 

I briefly meet his father too, before they leave for the night; A big American man with a loud voice who also looks altogether far too young to have an eighteen year old son, and he’s firmly uninterested in me. He doesn’t stick around to exchange pleasantries and the three of them leave about one minute after I meet him, which I don’t mind. Jude goes to have a shower after that, and he leaves me alone in the big kitchen, spinning around on the barstool and reading the spines of all the cookbooks on a shelf until he comes back downstairs. 

I help him to bring glasses and plates out to the table on the patio, and he starts unloading a shopping bag full of spirits onto the countertop. I nervously ask him if we’re going to be drinking all of that tonight, and he sarcastically replies that yes, we will be, and I personally will have to have at least two of the bottles to myself or he’ll tell everyone I’m a freak. There’s loads of food too. Oven pizzas and chips, chicken goujons, and those indian snacks you get at Marks and Spencers. I put on the oven and shovel everything in while we make idle smalltalk, never once mentioning the festival, the kissing, or the fact that by this time tomorrow, he’ll be gone, because whenever the conversation veers that way, he gets distracted by something else and we wind up changing the subject.

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[talesofsonicasura]

Heartstone Healer

Another Trollhunters AU but with another big twist.

No one knew exactly how it happened but one day a once dead Heartstone had been found fully revived. A phenomenon that steadily began to grow as more regain their beautiful light and soul warming auras. Trolls call this strange occurrence 'The Great Miracle' for many lost homes had become lively once.

A lot of individuals began to look into what cause these Heartstone revivals, each with their own reason. Yet nobody have gotten a single step closer to the truth. Whether it been the work of an unknown individual or lost magic, an answer still hadn't been found.

Until one day Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal came across something odd in his library. A small fast figure that zoom about until eventually it hid itself inside a chest. Blinky thought it was a scared whelp at first, softly beckoning the supposed child out from their hiding spot.

What came out hadn't been a troll whelp nor anything the six eyed troll seen before. A peculiar stone creature who unknown to all, might be responsible for the Great Miracle. Or something even greater.

If you are wondering, yep, the strange creature is Jim. Figured why not mess around with a different form for him than just a troll, changeling or half troll/changeling. Species choice for me is a golem specifically the Knack style.

The design fits perfectly for this as Jim definitely looks like a troll yet his peculiar nature overshadows it. Even more so since he can change his size by creating relics, the parts of his body, to become a small kaiju. Jim's smallest or "child form" is around 2'1 but his maximum size is 42 ft! Bigger he is, the more he bears a resemblance to his canon half troll form with a little Beast Jim mixed in. Albeit there are some differences like a tail.

He's quite powerful however the golem has a major weakness. The golden chest orb contains Jim's soul. It taking damage can be fatal but he will die if the item is destroyed. An issue that shall become clear as things continue.

Now there are some major changes when it comes to this AU and Trollhunters canon. Gunmar nor his forces are stuck in the Darklands. They were forced to be an enigmatic tribe who soon take shelter in the US' Badlands where a restored Heartstone is at. Role of Trollhunter is more like a peacekeeping job since there are way more communities than just Arcadia Trollmarket.

Changelings also have their own market and are a more reclusive tribe due to prejudice. They pretend to be lost twins, unknown family members or orphans as a way to gain resources, survive and on rare occasions live amongst humans. Arcadia Trollmarket is neutral territory where no one is allowed to cause a scene unless they handle their issues in a competition. Don't abide by the rules is asking to be ostracized by every community.

Now Jim's behavior tends to reflect his size with small form being a curious little kid and largest as a playful young man. Like any child, you can expect him to get into all kinds of trouble especially when it comes to sneaking out. This is how Jim meets the cast while giving Blinky an aneurysm.

Barbara and Strickler are dating but the avocado hasn't told her about his Changeling nature(probably never will). Little Jim has other plans as guess who strolls up to them on a park date. Toby is the next person who already has Gnome Chompski but been keeping the guy a secret from everyone except Nana.

Claire already has NotEnrique too since he's one of the Changelings looking for a better life. Jim also pays a visit to the Badlands, may have scared Bular shitless and Gunmar might(definitely) wants adopt/kidnap the little guy. Angor Rot pops up too as children tend to find stuff they shouldn't than just stranger interaction. Innocent little kid gives troll assassin his soul back.

Not even Draal, Kanijar and Vendel are escaping a visit. The Old Goat is more curious than the others at what Jim is but already has a feeling he's behind the Great Miracle. Draal decides to be the big brother role model cause he senses the golem is gonna be a force to be reckoned with if trained right. Kanijar is the second person to have an aneurysm as he knows Jim must be a whelp and an unsupervised child scares him shitless.

The Arcane Order also want to spirit him away although Nari is more motherly in her reason. Jim been bringing magic back with each Heartstone revived and they believe he might be able to restore Primordial Heartstones with enough power. A young Titan and maybe even a new god to be.

Blinky is the obvious book dad who wants to teach his new ward everything about troll culture as a whole. Finding out Jim's origins is just a nice bonus. AAARRRGGHH is the chill dad that's most likely to have a certain golem on his back like a koala. He finds the little guy as nice company and likes to play games or just relax with Jim.

Morgana and Merlin are the only characters not trying to adopt Jim. The shadow sorceress isn't imprisoned in the Arcadia Heartstone but instead had most of her magic sealed away. She is steadily getting it back through her assassin, who been doing some dirty work. However Jim threw a wrench in that by giving Angor his soul back.

Merlin wants to stop her for good but the battle also cost him. Douxie been helping him recover until Jim's existence becomes known throughout the wizard community. Merlin believes his power can be what they need to stop Morgana once and for all. Although Douxie doesn't know if his master has no qualm whether Jim dies to perform the task.

In short, practically everyone wants the peculiar golem with most being adoption papers. A fluffy yet chaotic AU chaotic where Jim is as much of a chaos bringer like his canon self but on another level. Plus it be hilarious if this version met his canon counterpart.

Congrats Jimbo, you gotten a younger brother whose an alternate version of yourself! Have fun especially if its during the New Jersey exodus. I might also experiment more on the Heartstone revival concept. That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia!

[seaside-writings]

Hiya, all you holly jolly people! It's time once again for me to post another part of my "12 Days of Prompts.*

I will admit this prompt list is a little all over the place considering that it's a lot of quotes from a lot of different Christmas movies, but I still think it works lol.

AS always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

❄ “Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to,” - Fred Gailey (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “This is extremely important. Will you please tell Santa that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back?" - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more,” - Frank Cross (Scrooged)

❄ “You can mess with a lot of things. But you can’t mess with kids on Christmas,” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2: Lost in New York)

❄ “Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ “Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?” - Clarence (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!” - The Narrator (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper,” - Kate Beringer (Gremlins)

❄ “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2)

❄ “Of course. Santa. The big man. The head honcho. The connection,” - Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “A toy is never truly happy until it is loved by a child,” - King Moonraiser (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

❄ “No one should be alone on Christmas,” - Cindy Lou Who, (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “A true selfless act always sparks another,” - Klaus (Klaus)

❄ “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “For when the first snow is also a Christmas snow, well, something wonderful is bound to happen,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems,” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ "But sir, Christmas is a time for giving, a time to be with one’s family,” - Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “It’s all humbug, I tell you,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “I don’t know what to say, but it���s Christmas, and we’re all in misery,” - Ellen Griswold (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation)

❄ “Son of a nutcracker!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “The thing about trains, it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all really. Maybe it just needs a little love,” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ "This is Christmas! The season of perpetual hope!” - Kate McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “You’ll shoot your eye out kid!” - Mrs. Parker, Ms. Shields, Mall Santa, & Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “You have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card,” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,” - Zuzu Bailey (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “That’s the one good thing about regret: It’s never too late. You can always change tomorrow if you want to,” - Claire Phillips (Scrooged)

❄ “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I suppose it all started with the snow. You see, it was a very special kind of snow. A snow that made the happy happier, and the giddy even giddier. A snow that’d make a homecoming homier, and natural enemies, friends, natural,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Cheer up, dude! It’s Christmas!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street) ❄ “God bless us, everyone!” - Tiny Tim (A Christmas Carol)

[halechief]

@tahitiwoke from here. 

she doesn’t consider it morning, and never does until he’s left.  ( i’ll see you in the morning. even if it’s already three am when he finally drags himself home, only to be back a few hours later : i’ll see you in the morning. expected. like a ritual. like a promise. )  tonight he’d fallen asleep, which he never did, and she hadn’t had the heart to wake him. he’d looked exhausted, and she knew he was, because they all were, and more than anyone he’d been driving himself relentlessly into the core of the earth trying to make sure nobody dared to step a toe out of line. his cheek had been resting on the bone of her hip, she’d tried to move him so he could be more comfortable but he’d curled his arm around her legs, mumbled something too soft to understand into the satin of her shirt in protest. something inside her felt like it shifted, then, and she’d picked her phone up off the nightstand and set an alarm on her phone. 

when he starts thrashing in his sleep an hour later, before the alarm, somehow having gravitated over to the side of the bed that she never touches because it was His, she wonders for a moment if it was more than diligence that kept phil from ever falling asleep with her, before. 

her hands are on his face now, as she kneels beside him on the bed, one of them strays to smooth over his brow and upward, dragging her fingers through his hair to the back of his head because he’d cracked it so very audibly against the headboard. for a sinking second she thinks she feels something wet but no, there’s no blood. it doesn’t make her feel any better, but it’s one less mess he’ll need to be worried about. claire knows he’ll already feel terrible about the pile of sick cooling on the duvet cover, she doesn’t care but he will. there’s no blood. maybe she sighs. maybe it’s relieved, just a little. she’s looking over him with concern etched into every plane and angle of her face, her other hand braced at his jaw, her thumb brushes along the hinge of it and she finally latches her gaze to his. 

❝  i'm here. you’re safe. ❞ 

[mandalhoerian]

ayup it’s the person that sent those vera things like a week ago ?? yk the one that made a fool of themself by rambling about ur oc ! anyways i reread it bc ofc i did and. idk. it’s such an amazing fic like genuinely and i felt a need to express it. like outside of how well-thought vera is and how interesting her dynamics with marvin + leon are (and claire ofc) and just. the pacing and story progression. it’s all so well done. and i’m sure someone has told u this in ur ao3 comments but the way ur reinterpreting canon a lil and having vera shake things up is so fun and genuinely interesting which is why i went back and reread it all. it feels like there’s a lot i kinda missed the first time round with the nuances of vera’s character which was. very fun to go back around and see again. hope ur doing well <3

HI OMG WELCOME BACK IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU

(you aren't a fool it's my inspiration and motivation juice YOU TAKE THAT BACK🔪)

first of all you are A CHAD. The fic is 100K words oh god I can't imagine -- im happy it was more enjoyable the second time around at least 😭😭😭😭 It's amazing to hear that despite the fat word count, you think the pacing and progression is going well!

Unrelated tidbit but I really didn't know how to introduce Vera before starting the fic and was debating on starting from pre-RE2R in the summer of 1998, spend five chapters and so with Vera assisting Jill in her investigation and unravel things from there. But at the end I was like "literally nobody would read that" and thought what best technique is there by starting right in the middle of action and chaos? And the rest I winged it.

That had to mean I had to go through EVERYTHING about her life and how she got to that point by peppering the events throughout the plot as Leon and her story also progressed alongside it, and I couldn't gloss over anything, so it just expanded and expanded and expanded and I'm sure got boring as hell at places since she hides a bunch of shit from the others and good god do they have to be integrated to the plot of re2r AND UGHHHHHHHH. Thank you for telling me I havent messed up LMAOOOOOOO

About the canon. I have a bone to pick with some of the game and the story, I don't like how they went about a couple of things. This is me trying to lay the groundwork to fix them and everything by tweaking .

For example Leon pulling the "i have to talk to the chief first" bs and saying "Idk what happened it happened to fast" to ada like he was trying to make excuses like a child to his parent really irked me, especially in the original re2 he bent over backwards to get ben out of the cell so he could come along with them. (dont talk to me about how a law-abiding rookie he's supposed to be. that could have been done better. leon simply isn't a person to leave someone like that, and he was hearing about chef irons the writing on that could have been better) And the way Claire and Leon barely interacted when they are the core of re2 together was just not it. The lack of Sherry and Leon together was also weird when Sherry is a big part of why he was taken by the government and stayed, and how Sherry blatantly says he saved her in RE6. (I know they just completely wiped the slate clean off Sherry and Leon with RE4R backstory by just saying Leon just didnt have a choice but like. yeah) and also Ada. God Ada "(to the woman she wants to discreetly capture. since she's A SPY) We're here for the g-virus and i will now proceed to jump in front of the bullets" & "Where's Leon when I need him (has treated him as a nuisance the whole way)" Wong. Im sure there are a lot more things but i cant think of them rn but I am annoyed with Things

SORRY I JUST WENT OFF ON A TANGENT. But like. Having Vera involved and having her existence be a reason on changing things around is so much fun. I could just expand on child experimentation and the truth of the orphanage through her, it was always something wildly bothering me that they kept that plot so subtle in Claire's story. Birkins (or maybe just William. we'll never know) were using children in G-virus experiments WHY DIDNT THEY TALK ABOUT THAT MORE DUDE? That's why canon divergence makes things so much more interesting because it's not just transcribing the game and inserting an OC along the way, it's changing things and making new things up, keeping things fresh

GOD I TALKED SO MUCH SORRY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!!!!

[movemnt]

so, this is me rambling through a rundown of most of what they cut from the final version of r.esident evil r.evelations 2. This is all summary of what was gathered from the horrid mess in the data files that a friend datamined and we sorted through about a year after the game released. It's a goddamn nightmare in there.

To make a very lengthy story short, they had the full game set to go until about 2 weeks to the first episode being released, and then basically halved it after delaying it for about another week with no explanation??? Nobody knows why they decided to go this route and we probably won't ever know. they left the game data in a bit of a cobbled mess with those data files still in it (and when I say it's a mess i mean it's a M E S S. it took three weeks to get just some of the dialogue that was missing and then much more to make some semblance of sense of the whole thing and piece it all together. like why not just delete all of it???? unless it was a case of 'if i remove this tomato the entire game will cease to function so it stays in this spot outside of the stage'-) and some dialogue tags and actions have zero context to them in the game in its current state.

i'm also not putting in the dialogue tags and am instead summarizing them because this post will be 10x longer than it is.

I also want to note that as much shit as I'm about to give it I fucking adore this goddamn game, it got me through some very dark times in my life, I even have Moira as my alias for most websites- it's amazing, but the fact that they left this much is kinda bizarre and makes me wonder what could have been. also it's v weird to do this summary again. i've done it once before but some details are missing from what i had in a draft of the deleted post i wrote and the post that a friend wrote so some of this is from memory.

alas.

The first episode is basically the same in terms of story. Claire and Moira get kidnapped, they wake up and Moira is freed after Claire does the first puzzle in the cells. It's much more hyper in pace and intense then smoothed into the more liminal space horror that we get in the prison currently. It was lengthy on both sides with a bit more of a reflection on things from barry's side in reference to Moira and LOTS. OF. PUZZLES. ON CLAIRE'S SIDE. kind of a blessing i'm not going to lie. alex went fucking hard (she literally set all these traps herself with a bit of help from neil) and her dialogue tags are ruthless. the xbox 360 demo they sent to cons and press reflect this.

The second episode... jesus fucking christ my guys.

For Claire's side: So instead of the ending being based solely on the choice you make in the third episode, there were a couple of different choices you can make in the second alluding to different endings where some characters die, some don't, ALL CHARACTERS DIE, all but one live, etc (I'll explain this in the fourth episode). Basically, you can help guide Moira's conquered fear a bit more instead of making it based around this one pivotal moment. It's a nice, slow blend into the root cause of her fear. She even talks more about what happened and Claire encourages her to try to protect herself more, even knowing what happened. Moira seems a bit more sympathetic, though is still angry at Barry for being over"bear"ing (ba dum tiss). It's not a constant slew of 'I HATE BARRY'' 'DOES HE ALWAYS TELL THAT AWFUL JOKE' and teenage-ish angst, there's actually much more of a blended mix of her trying to process what's going on and what happened between her and polly years ago. ( also there's a lot of what I like to call "Burton Joke Moments" lmao )

Also. I must state that the N.eil x C.laire dialogue was not present and actually isn't present in the original script of the game still, either in the old version and in the script in the japanese version. C-usa is notorious for implying things in their translation of R.esident E.vil stories (they got some fucking fire up their ass from Capcom and the development team after this one though, it was BAD.). The basis in the japanese script is that they were coworkers, he's the boss, without him terra save might crumble, and the script went more in the route of Claire being concerned about Neil as the leader of Terra Save as a whole.

Also, CLAIRE ACTUALLY ACTS LIKE CLAIRE. While the moment of Moira and Natalia bonding over the bracelets is still present and connected with the other pieces of dialogue, in the pieces of dialogue we found she is much more presently concerned with the actual fucking child they have tagging along with them. "Natalia, are you okay?" "You can come down" "Can you jump that high?" "Do the monsters scare you?" "You've got this, we'll get you out of here, don't worry." "Wow you're strong!" "do you need to catch your breath?" etc. While some of what was found can also be implied to be towards Moira, all of it sounds much more uplifting towards the kid than what we get in the present version.

Pedro's death is marginally the same, though the dialogue is that much more heartbreaking. That man was so fucking scared and Alex taunting him seemingly pushed him even more and made him an example of what those bracelets can do. Claire is also much more reassuring to him and trying to take charge of the situation before it eventually goes to the hell it turns into.

that's what i remember of claire's side, barry's side-

It was so much more creepy because Alex actually follows and watches you throughout the chapter (tbh a bit of an inside joke between me and a friend is that Alex walked so MR. X could run). There's animations and coding that imply she was supposed to be loaded into each scene in the city. Once you load it with the monster Alex model that's covered, she is permanently Watching you it's really fucking weird and was honestly funny to watch my friend test out (after it took hours to get it to Function). This also goes along with the present implications of her watching through cameras and through the revenants. She is literally Always watching you.

Speaking of! Fun Fact that I love just bc of its creepy factor- Alex is literally watching you through the revenants, but even this mechanic seems a bit faulty, or it's faulty on purpose? They don't seem to see Natalia, but heaven forbid they touch Barry if he's hiding it's an immediate grab (npc controlled or not). Oddly enough this is kinda the same for Moira in Moira's dlc chapter. They see her but also kinda dont? i'll explore that in my own hc for her later. Makes me wonder if they have this whole system of snuffing out who's infected and who's not it's really fucking cool. Or if it's glitchy. I'm gonna go for the former option bc it's cool.

anyway- that is most of what i recall from his side of ep 2, i think there was more with the pedro fight but it was mostly repeats of his scared rant in claire's side, if i remember more i'll add on to this.

episode 3-

i dont remember much about anything before the big neil fight, so im not sure if much of it changed aside from the aforementioned script stuff with claire and neil. there was a bit more talk about barry from moira following the encounter with evgeny and it's much more defeated than the high strung nature we get from her in the first chapter. "i didnt have to be told i did something bad" or smth turned into something like "i just wished we could have talked more without being stubborn". like honestly it seems less that they always fought, but were more complacent and silently tense until one of them poked the bear. kinda like a "not causing a fight for the family" sorta deal???

the fight though- i think it would have been so much stronger with the dialogue that was taken out. like i am not saying i dont like 'WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SAVE PEOPLE IT'S IN THE GODDAMN NAME!' but, claire is really going in on what neil has been doing, she's much more reactive after she has gotten some more clarity on what neil has been doing.

there's also like this document found in the chamber where you can find the dead butler, and it talks about albert and his visits and how ppl would just look really weirdly at this dude dressed all in black leather and telling them not to mind him lmao

barry's side didn't change much. barry's discovery of evgeny and then of moira's phone hit me like a goddamn brick wall and i dont think it changed much aside from the little different bits of dialogue you can hear from moira in episode four (i'll explain this in episode 4's piece)

now. episode 4.

holy shit on a shitstick-

some of this will be a mish mash of what i remember, what is missing, what is in concept art pieces, and what we had to gather from all of the above.

Starting with Claire's episode. So, there's a massive reason why claire episode 4 is only 10 minutes long as opposed to the other chapters, in short, there was a LOT cut out of it and connected to other pieces that were cut out, etc. I'll start with smaller bits of info and go up into the rather massive thing that we could only piece together and theorize about because, quite frankly and as much as this might make no sense, what we found makes no goddamn sense unless we connect it to scene stuff.

so, little weird things first- moira was supposed to get a katana from the tower at one point. for some reason alex kept one around, highly suspected to be albert's but i don't know. there's also a silenced pistol that implies that claire was supposed to silently shoot at the glasps that are released once the tower starts to go into self destruct mode. There's supposed to be more puzzles strewn about the lab, and more sight seeing around it too. Like you were supposed to see around it a lot more and not just from the confines of a glass box.

and then you get to moira's death.

you were supposed to hear her voice recording to barry as claire is walking away. that's fucking heart wrenching. like there's a reason why she has her phone in hand but not doing anything with it- she was about to record her final words to her dad, thinking she was about to die.

Now the big thing.

When you take the camera away from the insulated box they have you in with claire and moira and go beyond alex, you can find some bits and trinkets: two hospital beds (of which you can already see) some tricell equipment and purple tubes with rocks. Close inspection shows that they look a hell of a lot like lava rocks. Now hold on you may say, would that imply alex was trying to clone a certain brother of hers- i don't believe so. However, it implies that she had his dna. It's also implied that she was testing out what she was doing with natalia to see if she could do the same with albert's dna. which. makes a lot of other things make sense. Honest to god the one thing i hate about the way they did this is all the disconnected plot lines, like the one that "you were right albert it's not enough to live i want to transcend" alludes to. Like they left that in there and just didn't bother to explain why and let you assume he just rambled on about it to her one time and he continued that ramble into 5- yeah just. ugh.

another thing to ramble about before going into the brief discussion about barry's episode 4- the ending of barry's episode 3 (among other things) is just so. so unclear without the piece that is missing from claire's episode 4. alex grabs natalia and there's a brief moment where alex shows genuine fear, that's because her experiment worked, but only half way. See, half of her escaped and transferred into natalia and now lays dormant, the other half, however, is cursed to stay into the mutated form she is in. The only problem is this half in natalia is the worst half. this is where the "true or false, you, natalia, are false, i alone am true" thing and her raging hatred for natalia comes into play. only thing is they didnt show this or explain it.

and then barry's episode 4.

so, the multi-endings bit kinda comes into play here. Right now we have only two endings, a good ending and a bad ending. However, there's parts that make it look like the ending was supposed to be split up. Barry and Moira were supposed to work together for a bit (like when they escaped the area the first boss fight with alex happened in, it just cuts to them somehow running outside even though this cave was DEEP into the ground), there's some lines for evgeny (even though he dies which is honestly really curious).

that's honestly all i can recall at the current moment and as i dive into old files i might find more. hope yall enjoyed my ramblings.

[homosexual-otaku]

My personal head canon is that five lives in some kind of hobbit hole absolutely clustered with stuff and gadgets and yes,at least 2 coffee machines even though he only drinks instant coffee. He has 2 shelves worth of it all times. Because of the apocalypse the man is prone to over stocking,over buying, having anything and everything. I think he definitely does not have roommates cause he will go insane if there is someone around him all of the time, except Dolores of course. However his house ( if a girl can dream) has become a second home for the whole family. He never ceases to complain about it but for some reason Claire can always find her favourite chocolate in his cupboards. Victor's favourite beer is always chilling in the fridge and there are menus for Lila's beloved sushi restaurant and Diego's taco place pinned on the fridge. And god bless the Hargreeves come cause that man does not know how to clean and his house is always mess. Luther regularly shows up with a power drill and some new pot of flowers or a house decoration he thrifted and Five urges him to fucking stop. He swears if he clutters his fucking house again he's throwing it straight out but every scented candle and ceramic dish are lying around, making his place smell like the cookies Grace used to make on their birthday. Klaus have left some of his makeup and skincare in the bathroom next to Five's toothbrush and 8-in-1 shampoo. They fight regularly about it but secretly when no one is around Five opens and smells his tea tree oil facemask and even dares to use it one time which Klaus has definitely not noticed. On every first sunday of the month the whole Hargreeves family gather at his place, fighting for couch space and watching movies which they never seem to finish cause they stop half way to argue about some nonsense. He swears up and down that one of these days he's gonna move out and tell nobody but in reality he's so happy to be with his family,to spend time with them and to see them grow, finally enjoying a thriving world.

tragic that even with how lackluster the umbrella academy’s final season was, we never got to see five’s house.

i want to see where the old man lives. how does he decorate? does he live in an apartment or was he able to figure out a cute little home for himself? does he have roommates? did he ever learn how to cook for himself, or does he just eat fluffernutters whenever he’s hungry? does he ever get a mr. pennycrumb of his own? (i know he doesn’t, but a girl can dream) does he ever discover a cafe near his home where a decent cup of coffee can be found?

what coffee maker does he have? where does he buy his coffee grounds? how many coffee mugs does he have? i just KNOW he collects them.

he absolutely goes into little shops downtown and finds one that says some stupid shit like “if my coffee isn’t as black as my soul, i’m not drinking it” and giggles to himself in the corner and then spends way too much money on it because it’s just too good to pass up. he’ll smile to himself on the way home and then put on a pot of coffee to try it out for the first time. he hand-washes his mugs even though they’re all dishwasher safe because he wants to make sure they’re going to be completely untarnished when he wants to use them again. he has an entire cabinet for all of his mugs and one other cabinet for the rest of his glasses and bowls and plates because he doesn’t own a whole lot but he does like mugs. and someone will ask him about his mugs and he’ll properly tell them where he got each and every one, down to exact dates and times because he remembers everything and thinking about when he found his favorite mugs makes him feel less stressed. and whoever asked will not get a single word in and they won’t try to because five is talking about his mugs and he doesn’t get a whole lot of joy from material things but it is the simple things that matter. and five likes the simple things. and five likes his mugs.

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♡〢 selfships

ꨄ︎୨୧ toru oikawa x lana

"ask me to stay, and i will. i will drop everything else if you ask me to stay."

tropes: neighbours to kitagawa daiichi junior high manager to aoba johsai manager to lovers, lived in the house next door to oikawa ever since we were young, i wanted to stay behind after class with toru to watch him play volleyball but i was too shy but after some convincing from him that everyone on the team will like me and i'll be a really good manager i became manager in both teams through out our younger life, i never fell for his 'flirty' behaviour but he never stopped, doing face masks together, witnessed what happened when iwa stopped him from kageyama that night i knocked on his door and we watched old volleyballs games together he didn't say a word but i stayed with him all night keeping him company, listening to music together and sharing earphones, always taking photos together and oikawa has a photo of us as his lockscreen and homescreen, always praising each other and i tell him all the time how proud i am of him and how far he's come, smiles whenever i do something clumsy

ꨄ︎୨୧ playlist:

comfort crowd- conan gray

telling you, "i'm fine i don't really need nobody" but you say through a sigh that i said that lie already i just needed company now yeah, i just needed someone around yeah, i don't care what song that we play or mess that we make just company now

cloud 9- beach bunny

i don't wanna seem the way i do but i'm confident when i'm with you lately all i feel is bad and bruised tired of tripping on my shoes but when he loves me i feel like i'm floating when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody

backyard boy- claire rosinkranz

dance with me in my backyard, boy looking super fine in your corduroy drive me 'round the block we can go in a loop and we'll turn the volume up on some good boy band tunes

[fearsome-series]

Book One [Book Two]

Chapter One | Two | Three | [Four] | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

On her way home, Claire - man, Laura should make Claire’s name Claire and not “Summer’s GF” - though not changing it paid off when they got back together after the second time they broke up - lots of thoughts for someone whose only texts before all this were “Yes, this is Claire!” and “Summer lost her phone yesterday”, huh, Laura - texted Laura.

     

Sorry about earlier! Summer can be a bit high-strung

      A bit YEAH

Yes, like that. She’s ordinarily not like that, but the drama of last night has her a tad on edge.

      A tad.

Yes, as I said before, I’m sorry about that. Summer doesn’t have any problem with you.

      I didn’t think she did

The pack isn’t “messed up”. She’s really overstating it. We have our problems but it’s normally quite chill.

      Quite chill

      I didn’t ruin it did I

No! Nobody thinks you did

      This is starting to feel like a why were you at mad at me island thing

No one’s mad at you for joining the pack

      What if that freak followed me

      God there were these other people last night too

      What if THEY followed me too?

Nobody’s following you

      Really?

No. We’ll all see you tonight, Laura, and I promise you it’ll be fine

      See you tonight

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“You saw that dog right? The dog and the kid in the jumpsuit?”

“Yes, you aren’t crazy! When it comes to this.” Gef laid on Laura’s table, his freakish people hands idly dangling over the edge.

“Did it look like a dog to you or like a…it was big, but there isn’t a full moon, so…I’m being stupid.”

“Two centuries alive - and I’ve wrestled bugganes and hogtied an arkan sonney, and I’d dare to say I know what a dog looks like. Except, of course, if it’s a werewolf.”

“There isn’t a full moon.”

Gef shot a glance at her. “Hmph - and you’re so sure that matters? Perhaps the Swedish woman would know.”

“The doctor who dropped me off?”

“More than that, she is.”

“Fine. I’ll go after school tomorrow. When I go to drop you off.”

“Happy to be rid of me, eh?”

“You’re not coming along, right? To my ‘initiation’?”

“Hmph!” Gef reared up. “I wouldn’t be caught dead there!”

“Spending the night in?”

“A night alone here? What is there to do in this...house?”

“Uh, nothing? Look at shit on my laptop.” Laura took out a laptop. “But not my good one. The one the school district gave me. Don’t look up anything weird though, ‘cause they see - you know what, use my good one. Wait. Don’t use any of them.”

“That’s all? Do nothing? Like you?”

“Like, nothing’s around here. Houses, houses, houses, ‘til downtown. You can play video games? Uh…do you…” She sniffed. Coughed. She knew what that meant. She hurried over to the living room, where her dad was sitting, where her dad was sitting and trying to hide something behind his arm; she sat next to him on the couch, underneath the poster of ants fighting off industrialization.

“Dad.”

“Hey there, Laura.”

“Are you smoking...that?”

“What? No…”

Laura’s nostrils flared. “You know I’m allergic to the smell. I threw up last time.” She sighed. “Dad, do we have to have the talk about drugs again?”

“I didn’t think you could smell it all the way out here,” Chris said. “I’ll make sure we get rid of it before...”

Knock knock. “Laura?”

“Manuel!” Laura responded to her friend’s voice by jumping to her feet, brushing right past her dad to open the front door. She led Manuel to her room. “Hey, dad. We’ll be ready in a couple minutes, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” Chris walked off. He didn’t see anything. Good.

Manuel took a seat on the edge of Laura’s bed, exchanging confused glances with Gef.

“Hullo. I’ve met you before - in a pocket at the time, I was,” Gef said.

“Lauraaaaaa?” Manuel asked, not taking his eyes off the mongoose.

“Oh, yeah. Gef, this is Manuel. Manuel, this is-”

“Gef the talking mongoose!?” Manuel blurted out gleefully.

“You know him?”

Manuel reached into his bag, revealing the thick, leather bound paranormal book he always carried around - El Enigma de los Desconocido. He flicked through creased, well-worn pages to one in particular, then pushed the book into Laura’s hands.

“That’s...that’s Gef.” Two whole pages about him. Laura scanned it quickly, looking for bolded names among the little Spanish she knew - the Dalby Spook; the Irvings; being born in Delhi. But nothing past the Isle of Man, in the 1930s.

“Hmm, that drawing is all wrong! And only one chapter? I expected an entire book! A tome!”

“I’ve read about Gef since I was a kid. I can’t believe he’s here. I can’t believe he’s real. I can’t believe you know him. Laura, how do you know him?” Manuel looked like he was trying his best to not start jumping up and down.

“I’ve only known him a day. The lady who dropped me off sent me him.”

“Some gift - giving me to her!” Gef broke in, unwanted.

“You didn’t mention him yesterday.”

“Sorry, he wants to be secret about it. But he’s like…famous? He’s a famous talking mongoose?”

“Well, I thought he was a hoax made up by a teenage girl throwing her voice until now.”

“And he lectured me about secrecy?”

“Hmph,” Geff huffed.

Manuel leaned in to whisper in Laura’s ear. “That’s a lie. I always thought he was real. Always. And he is. What else have you met? Is Mothman real?”

“I don’t know, but if I see him, I’ll tell you,” Laura whispered back. “Can you look up something else in that book?”

Manuel cradled it in his arms. “What do you need to know?”

“Black dogs.”

“Werewolves,” Gef hissed. “It’s a werewolf.”

“No it’s not. It’s a…black, dark gray, dog, that appears and disappears?”

“Did you see it near a church? Did it leave fiery traces?”

“No?”

“If it’s not black shuck, then I have never heard of a cryptid like this.” Manuel paged through his book. “Could it be just a really big dog?”

“It wasn’t big big but it was…weird. Like it didn’t seem like a dog. There was this kid with it and it had this weird collar…it wasn’t a collar, but something around its neck? In its neck?” Manuel gave her no look of recognition. “Ugh. Maybe it was a dog.”

“Is Gef coming with us? Jessie texted me by the way, she said it’s okay if I come along.”

“No, Gef’s staying behind. He’s going home tomorrow, anyway.”

Chris walked back in. “Gotta get going...oh, so I see Manuel’s aware of your little friend too.”

Manuel slowly slid his book back into her bag, not breaking his watch on Gef. “Yeah. I can’t believe it.”

“I’d have stayed anyway - I won’t be any mangy hound’s chukko!”

“Gef, they’re going to be human. Ish,” Laura tried to be reassuring.

“I don’t want to talk to people, then!”

“...that’s fair.” Laura and Manuel left him behind, not terribly unhappy to do so.

“Crazy,” Gef hissed. “Crazy girl…”

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“...we wish to acknowledge that we live on Ho-Chunk land. Now, sadly we could not find Native actors for our Native roles. We wish we could have done something about it, but at least we’ve acknowledged our failings, and will acknowledge before every performance these next two weeks…”

An older Native American man in the front row scowled.

“...but we’re trying to amplify their voices, even if we do so problematically…”

Laura’s phone buzzed. Jessie. “I’m here”. She elbowed her dad; they walked out the back, onto the gravel driveway in front of the theater…

Please don’t transform please don’t transform please -

As dusk neared, Laura dreaded moonrise. She knew the Full Moon was over until next month, but part of her remained on edge, expecting further lunar nonsense.

Then again, if there was a Moon, at least she could show her dad.

And hopefully not eat him.

“Hiya.” Dad said, extending a hand towards Jessie. “I’m Laura’s dad. Who are you, exactly?”

“My name’s Jessie Ashdown. I run Wulver Community Center.”

“And that makes you an expert in my daughter’s health?”

“She ain’t unhealthy, Laura’s dad.”

“Christian.”

“Christian. Anyway, nothing’s wrong with your daughter. But I’ve gotta tell you somewhere private.”

“We talk out here.”

“Nope, we really gotta go somewhere private. How ‘bout here?” Jessie pushed open the door to a shed near the theater.

“What do you have to show me that you can’t show me out here?” Her dad put an arm around Laura’s shoulders. Laura bristled at his grip.

“You’ve really gotta trust me, Chris,” Jessie said, walking inside.

“Christian,” dad reminded.

“You can trust them,” Laura said.

“I decide that,” dad replied. “Keep an eye on the door, okay?”

Laura groaned, but let her dad walk her inside the shed, where Jessie stood underneath a solitary, bare lightbulb.

“Please don’t be scared,” Jessie said. “If ya do, just let Laura reassure you.”

Christian glared at Jessie, who took a deep breath and-

And-

Started to transform.

Laura wanted to look away but couldn’t. That’s what it looks like? What it sounds like? The popping and cracking of bone, the snap of stretching skin? Eyes changing color, nose and mouth fusing into one entity, the jaw shifting forward, teeth curving into sharp little needles? Her dad jumped, tried to turn and run. Laura put her arm around him, tight, holding him closely and as strongly as she could and trying to keep him -

“What the hell?” He said, looking at Jessie’ elongating snout and growing teeth and emerging patches of fur -

- all of it going back, going back into her, a mouth and flat teeth and hairless skin -

- Laura kept wrestling her dad back, he broke free, he ran for the door, stopped, looked at Jess -

“What was that?”

“Lycanthropy,” Jessie said like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Your daughter told you -”

“There’s no moon -” Laura said.

“Not all of us need one, kiddo,” Jessie said. “Now do y’all see?”

“No. No, you were making fun of us. It’s all effects, it -” Dad looked at Laura’s face, stopped shaking, looked back at Jessie. “What are you?”

“A werewolf. And as of two days ago, so is your daughter.”

“What does that mean?”

“Laura there turns into a werewolf three nights a month.”

“She...she ate a deer.”

“Yep, but if you’re all concerned about if us werewolves hunt people or somethin’ -”

“- not ‘til you said that, no -”

“- we don’t.”

“Only deer.”

“Yep.”

“You know that Laura is vegetarian, right?” He paused. “Sometimes fish.”

“Yeah, dad,” Laura said. “That’s the biggest change in my life right now.”

“Lotsa changes going on, Laur,” Jessie said. “If you want, I can talk to your pa a bit more. If ya wanna wait out there.”

More than anything. “Yeah.”

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A few minutes later, Jessie walked out of the shed. Alone.

“My dad cool with all this?” Laura asked.

“Should be, provided you don’t show up covered in blood again.” Jessie answered. “Wanna head on for Wulver?”

“He’s letting me go?”

“It’s two blocks away, Laur. Just gotta get back to the theater when it’s done.”

They turned onto the street; walked past a coffee shop with multicolored neon and a sign made of bits of glass put together, past a vintage mural for a bread company.

“You can change without a moon,” Laura said.

“Yup.” Ugh, Laura thought; maybe Gef is right.

“Can I?”

“Don’t know.”

“Can you learn how?”

“No one really knows the hows of it.”

“So were-” Laura locked eyes with a passing college student in a beanie. “Dog people can just do dog things without a moon sometimes. But only some of them.”

“Yup.”

“Why them though?”

“Some say it’s ‘cause they’re the top dogs. But really, it doesn’t seem to mean a thing.”

Laura found Manuel sitting on the ledge out front of Wulver, reading a paperback: TOOTH AND CLAW: EVELYN PELL, BOOK II. A blank-faced blonde woman in a leather jacket, flanked by two men with fangs.

“You waited,” Laura said.

“Laura! Everyone’s gone inside already, but they ignored me, which I don’t really mind though Emily said hi and asked about you?”

“What, they were just going to throw the party without me?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, no. I’m sorry, lying is bad and yes, they were, Laura.”

“Well you’re here now,” Jessie said. “You comin’, Manuel?”

“Is it really okay for me to go, being all not fluffy and everything?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? Now, come on in.”

[nightwingshero]

hey it’s your re gift exchange gifter! if you don’t mind, would you be able to give a couple facts about each of your ships? it doesn’t have to be anything too detailed, just enough to make a couple little things

Hi! I don't mind at all! Sorry, I know they're rather new, so there isn't much content for some of them on my blog yet. I hope this helps! Its under the cut because I did give a bit more than I originally intended, but I'm hoping this gives you a better idea about their dynamics!

Wren x Leon: the story of these two actually starts in Raccoon City. Wren's father was a police officer there and him being forced into retirement due to medical reasons was why Leon was hired on there. Wren and Leon start off on the wrong foot by literally meeting each other at gun point. mostly thanks to Wren's trust issues, but throughout the night they learn to lean on and trust each other. And while they went through something truly traumatic simultaneously, they bonded over that and they kinda formed a soft spot for each other. They have this thing with pinky promises that started off as super sarcastic and turned into something more significant. Wren and Leon do sleep together after that night in Raccoon City to kinda work through what they experienced and of course because there are feelings there they can't quite explain or talk about just yet. But they get separated when the government recruits Leon and Wren deals with her own fallout of that night too, which does lead to her being in the government's grasp as well. She just works with Chris often. They reunite during the events of Resident Evil 4 due to Wren being there for Luis and Ainsley (another oc of mine). The thing about Wren and Leon is that they're very...attached. They couldn't help but choose each other in a situation that would call for them to choose to save each other or someone else because they're each other's weak spot. Mostly just partners in crime that work together more often after reuniting. They do end up having kids down the road too. Wren and Leon also tease the hell out of each other and they can't get enough of each other, the revolve around each other whether they mean to or not. They heal each other and they offer each other some sort of safe haven, regardless of how bad it gets. They're one of my favorites ngl.

Ainsley x Carlos: Ainsley is actually a descendent of Old Man Spencer himself, so of course she got swept up in working for the "family business" as a doctor/scientist. Ainsley worked on a lot of things for Umbrella, including Mr. X and mostly importantly: Nemesis. Ainsley has a lot of guilt for it and she had a change of heart about her work towards the end, but it was far too late for her to really change anything. Ainsley barely got out of the city in time before the nuke went off, and she did her best to make somewhat of a difference for anyone that was left, but again, it was mostly futile. Ainsley officially meets Carlos (because I believe there was a brief run in or something along those lines in RE3) after Wren and the others finally get their hands on her, and Wren recruits Carlos to work with her. The thing about this ship specifically is that they're both riddled with guilt for doing what they did for Umbrella, Ainsley with her own scientific career, and Carlos being a paid mercenary to clean up the mess they made. Its very tense between them at first because I'm sure you can imagine Carlos isn't exactly thrilled to put a face to someone who had helped create the viruses. Nobody can hate Ainsley as much as she hates herself, however, and sensing that, Carlos does try to help ease it in a way. Ainsley is very posh and a bit...proper. So its quite easy for Carlos to get under her skin and ruffle her feathers with his sense of humor...which he does often. They also heal each other and grow past their mistakes and help each other in the process of that.

Alex x Claire: how Alex managed this without Chris killing her, I'm not sure, but she does. Alex is a former STARS member, but she was in Europe with Chris when everything went down in RC. It was definitely Alex that was excited to see all the pretty girls Chris mentioned in his letter to Jill that's found at the police station by Leon. Alex doesn't really know Claire until she's reunited with her brother, and Alex started crushing pretty hard. At first, she just kinda asks around "subtly" to see if Jill or Wren, or anyone else, has information on this gorgeous woman she's become enamored with, who, delightfully, flirts back with her when they run into each other. Alex can sometimes come across as a frat boy with boobs, but she's good natured. She genuinely does want to get to know Claire, and she does, but she also saves her ass a couple of times too. In one instance, Alex tells her that she's gotta let Alex take her out on a date if they get out alive, which of course they do, and Alex cashes in almost immediately. Apparently Claire found Alex very charming, because they've been together since then.

Imogen x Chris: now these guys are fun. They're my enemies to lovers ship. Imogen is a shareholder and board member of Umbrella who also has a science degree--she fully believes in being knowledgeable about the things she invests in. She's one of the people Chris was investigating in Europe during the Raccoon City incident, and she's also the one that decided the plug needed to be pulled on the experiments there and deemed a lost cause. Imogen isn't interested in anything that will cost her money, and of course, when Umbrella tanks hard and pretty much dissolves after things get out, she isn't a very happy person. Imogen kinda scrambles to find a foothold in other pharmacutical companies or to establish some holding company in which she will have some freedom to use the viruses and formulas to her advantage so that she can achieve success again, Imogen doesn't like her money being fucked with. But she has people that are trying to kill her Wesker and that leads to her foolishly slipping and sleeping with Ada, which does almost get her killed. Almost. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, Chris Redfield actually saves her ass. With strong disdain. Imogen had a very strong talent of turning to smoke whenever someone who was hunting her down got too close, which is why it took years for Chris to get to her--until she fucked up. So Chris saves her with the full intention of taking her into custody and he succeeds. Overall, she doesn't have many options in front of her but ultimately it was either help them or go to prison her whole life, because one of the things Imogen hoards greedily is information. And she is very very smart. Imogen and Chris reluctantly work together on different things, and eventually Imogen does get a front row seat of the things she's caused, and her own backstory trauma comes to the surface. So Imogen does grow and Chris is kinda there through the process, and its ultimately his understanding and eventual forgiveness that kinda...saves her a bit. She's still a cold bitch with a heart that grew a size or two, but she does put in more effort for the cause--so much so that she's actually a part of Blue Umbrella. Chris and Imogen have a very rocky road in terms of their relationship, and it mostly starts with kinda...having hate sex to be honest. But it gets healthier as Imogen grows to be a better person and Chris sees that and opens up to her a bit more.

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First Meetings

Chris, Leon, Carlos x reader.

I've been trying to write again, so here's something short. Not headcanons, not a fic. Something inbetween. Your first meeting with Chris, Leon, and Carlos. One-on-one, not all at the same time! Hope someone enjoys. <3

You meet Chris for the first time at a party your friend, Claire, is hosting. She said she was inviting you because she thought you needed a little break, but in reality, she really wanted you to meet her brother.

Initially, you found Chris to be a bit intimidating. Everything about the man just screamed ‘I am a badass motherfucker, and nobody ever tries to mess with me.’ This made it a bit hard to talk to him, so you remained silent during most of the party.

You don’t start talking to him until you feel the need to go outside to get some fresh air. Chris is sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, and flashes you a small smile as you step outside. For a brief moment, you wonder if you should go back inside because you don’t wish to disturb him, but you ultimately decide against it.

“You mind if I sit here?” you ask him quietly. You point at the bench. Chris shakes his head. “No, not at all,” he says, extinguishing his cigarette before patting the space next to him. He looks at you with a hint of curiosity on his face as you sit down next to him. He’d been wondering about who you are exactly, and how you’re connected to Claire, but all night he’d felt like you weren’t interested in talking to him.

You take a deep breath as you sit down and swirl the drink in your hand. It’s been a long night, and going to bed soon seems like a pretty good idea right now.

Chris notices your discomfort. “So, you wanna tell me how you met my sister?” he asks, trying not to come off too intimidating. “I haven’t seen you before… Do you work for TerraSave, too?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t. The organisation I work for was working with TerraSave for a while. Claire and I got along pretty well, and we ended up becoming friends, I guess…”

Chris chuckled next to you. “You must be a decent person, then. Claire isn’t the type to take shit from anyone.”

You cannot help but laugh. “Yeah, she really doesn’t. I noticed.”

He doesn’t seem too bad, you realise. Rough around the edges, maybe, but there’s a kindness in his smile that makes you feel a little bit warm inside.

As the party inside is still going, you find yourself staying outside, having a pleasant conversation with Chris until the lights are out. He asks you if you need a ride home.

You don’t.

You say yes anyway.

You meet Leon for the first time while waiting at the hospital. You had a stupid little accident that requires some sort of medical attention, but you have to wait to be seen as the ER is filled with people who had even more stupid accidents.

Leon is sitting next to you, waiting to be seen, too. He seems bored and is just staring at his phone, trying to make the time go by faster. It doesn’t help. When he looks up from his phone, he notices you sitting there with a towel wrapped around your arm. He finds himself getting a bit curious and cannot resist the urge to say something.

“What’s going on?” He suddenly asks, startling you a bit. “Did you have a little accident?”

You look beside you and find yourself staring into quite the pair of gorgeous blue eyes. “Yeah… I wanted to cook a healthy meal, but it didn’t go as planned.” You smile sheepishly. “How about you?”

“Stupid throat infection.” He mutters.

That explains why his voice sounds rough, you think to yourself. “Is it bad?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. Had meds already, but they didn’t work. I have to leave the country tomorrow, so I figured it’d be best to have it checked today. Don’t want it to get worse when I am overseas, you know.”

You nod. That makes sense. “Are you going on vacation?” Leon lets out a dry chuckle. “I wish… It’s for work.”

“Ah, what do you do, then?”

“I… I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.” He sighs. “I’m Leon.”

“Y/N,” you reply, deciding to let the matter rest. “Nice to meet you, I guess?”

Another chuckle. “Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Y/N.” Leon looks at your arm again. “Guess you can’t use your phone to pass the time now, huh?”

“No, I wish.”

He pulls out his phone again. “Well then, tell me what you like to watch online. We can share the earphones.”

Watching a short episode of your favourite comedy series with a man you’d never met before made the wait at the hospital a lot more bearable. It was a shame, you thought, that you’d never see him again after this.

Lucky for you, he felt the same, and ended up giving you his number.

You first meet Carlos on the subway. You’re both heading home from work when the subway suddenly grinds to a screeching halt and the lights are turned off.

Carlos is the first to react, and he grabs ahold of his phone, so he can use the flashlight. He shines it around the subway car, realising you’re the only other person on there.

You’re panicking a bit. It’s late at night, you’re tired, and you have no idea what’s going on. You fumble with your own phone to turn on the flashlight, but your hands have started shaking so much, you drop it on the floor. It lands right in front of the only other person in the car, sitting right across from you.

“You okay, there?” Carlos asks, sounding very gentle. “It’s probably just a power outage.” He picks up your phone and hands it to you.

“I eh... I am fine?” You want to sound fine, but your shaky voice doesn’t come across as very convincing. You accept the phone. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Carlos replies. “I bet someone is going to show up in a minute, tell us to wait for a couple of minutes, and we’ll be on our way again before we know it.”

His voice sounds warm and comforting, like a fluffy blanket on a cold, rainy day. It helps you regain a bit of control over your shaking hands. You manage to turn on your own flashlight and finally catch a good glimpse of the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting across from you.

He smiles. “Hi. I’m Carlos.”

You just reply with your own name. Are you supposed to have a chat with this guy now? In a dark subway, late at night?

“I won’t hurt you, you know.” Carlos can see the concern on your face and realises some people might find it uncomfortable to spend time with a stranger in a place like this. Especially with the lights off. “If it makes you feel safer, I can sit somewhere else.”

You shake your head. “No!” You reply, a bit too loud. And then, a bit softer, “no, it’s okay.” You sigh. “That just startled me, that’s all.”

“I understand.”

He looks so damn soft and genuine, you briefly wonder if he’s on his way home to see his girlfriend. You quickly push the thought away. “Are you going home, too?”

He nods. “Yeah. Home, shower, Netflix and sleep, I hope.”

You smirk. “Same.”

Carlos’ eyes light up ever so slightly at the thought of having someone to talk to while the subway is standing still. “Really? What have you been watching, then?”

There’s not enough time for the two of you to share your mutual fondness for specific genres, so he asks for your number, and you give it to him. He seems cool, so when you finally get home, you find yourself thinking that maybe that power outage wasn’t that bad after all.

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Chapter Seventeen (Part 3)

By the time it’s over I spot Claire and Shane coming out of the crowd. I feel miserable and my head aches. 

“That was unreal!” Claire whoops, running to throw her arms around me. 

“Yeah. Were you in the mosh pit?” I ask incredulously and she laughs. ��What the hell, no! It looked like murder in there. I wouldn’t have come out alive. We were there.” She points over to the right hand side where the crowd was a lot more civilised. She looks at me and wets her thumb to run it under my eye. “You’ve just smudged a little bit here.”

“Well, did you enjoy it, Evie?” Shane wants to know, and I tell him that I did, but I’m tired now and I might call it a night and go back to the tent. 

“Ah you can’t.” Claire insists. “The rave is starting soon, it’ll be great gas.”

“I don’t know though, I’m fairly wrecked, and I have a headache.”

“That’ll be the wine.” She says sympathetically, and reaches into her tiny little bag to fetch a packet of paracetamol. ‘Take two, you’ll be fine.” I do as she says and swallow them down with water, and as it hits my dry throat I realise I haven’t had any all day. I finish it off greedily and then apologise for it, but she says she doesn’t care. 

“Well, are we raving or what?” Joe has materialised along with everybody else and he’s rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the next event like the way flies do when they land on your lunch. 

“I don’t think I want to go.” I say, stealing a quick glance at Jude to gauge what his feelings are about that, but he doesn’t seem to have any. His hair is all messed up from shoving other men around, as is his collar, a little bit stretched out like someone has swung themselves from it, but his face is still oddly blank. I have to have a stern word with myself about how it can’t be all my fault he’s in a bad mood so that I don’t start crying again. 

“You’ll come.” Claire says decisively. “Sure you’ve had your Panadol now, you’ll be grand in a few minutes.”

“Yeah come on Evie, she’s the birthday girl, you have to do what she says.” Shane ruffles my hair and I pull my head away from him with a miserable little whimper. “Fine. Okay. I’ll come, but it’s only ‘cause it’s your Big Special Birthday.”

We head down towards the rave tent then, stopping to queue for more drinks, and I manage to convince Jen to buy me something. “One” she insists, so I choose a shot of Sambuca and gulp down the whole disgusting thing right before we go inside the tent, hoping it will make me feel better, but of course, it doesn’t.

There’s a different atmosphere completely inside the nylon walls. The music has already started, and it’s this deep, thumping bass sound that is so concentrated into this small area that it overwhelms me. Strobe lights bounce off every surface, and the ground is reverberant with jumping feet as the crowd lose it, hands in the air. There’s a guy on the stage wearing a giant round chicken head and leaping around madly, but I only catch glimpses of him between the flashes of white light and the gaps between the people on the floor. It’s so bizarre and I start to feel a bit dizzy, and it doesn’t feel real. 

I blink hard to try and adjust to the shock of this new weird environment, having never been in a place like this before. Maybe awkward teenagers aren’t supposed to be. How could I possibly enjoy this? My temples are still throbbing painfully. I spot Shane and Claire in a passionate embrace at the side of the tent, but I’ve already lost the rest. I think that the theme of this festival is just me getting lost over and over again and nobody ever noticing that I’m gone. I stand and look up at the stage, and then eventually start moving around and jumping like everyone else as I feel the warm sambuca inside me start to coil its tendrils into me, making me feel all loose and silly, and then eventually I stop caring that I’m on my own. Maybe I’ll get really lost tonight and then see if someone comes to find me. I’m sure that will make me feel better… 

There’s a guy next to me, and he’s small and skinny with dark hair, and after a while I realise he’s staring right at me, his mouth curled up at the sides and an odd, dopey expression. He weirds me out a bit, but I feel like I should acknowledge him out of sheer politeness so I turn to him and say hi. His eyes are black, like they’re all pupil.

“Hello.” He says with a loping smile. “How are you?”

“Good.” I say. “Are you… um, enjoying the set?”

He laughs and then calls me by someone else’s name, which is when I realise that he doesn’t necessarily know where he is. He seems pretty twisted, actually. 

“Are you okay?” I ask him, and he just takes a step towards me. "Awh, you’re so cute.” He slurs and then suddenly he’s on top of me, his horrible, wet mouth wide open over mine, his slimy tongue in my mouth, and his hand reaching for my chest. He grabs me, and the sensation is so shocking that I feel a bolt of disgust and terror surge through all my nerve endings. I wrench myself away from him and stumble backwards, using my arms to cover up myself while my heart thumps beneath my ribs. I feel violated and sick, and I look around to see if there was anybody who saw it happen. 

I’m just about convinced that nobody did, when someone appears out of nowhere, a blur of white and denim, and shoves the skinny little man right onto the ground. There’s barely any resistance, he just buckles, and then lies there face up with boggling eyes, flailing like a fish. 

Jude is standing over him with clenched fists, and I watch him pull back and kick the other guy right in the back, and the sound of it makes me wince. It’s not like it is in films, it’s more real: A sickening fleshy thwack followed by a pained yelp, and I wonder if he’s kicked a rib in. Everyone starts turning around to look at what’s happening, and I suddenly feel very sober for the first time since lunch. He looks huge in comparison, all six feet and three inches of him towering over my assailant, and although I can’t see his face, his stance is intimidating.

In a beat Shane is in front of him, and he’s got his hand on his chest physically blocking him from doing anything else crazy. “Listen.” He says in his best calm voice. “There’s no point, I think he’s high, he’s just a small, pathetic little man, just leave him rot.” Jude takes a reluctant step backwards, but before leaving he leans over the writing man and hisses poisonous words at him. I’d never imagined him being this way, and it would have shocked me, only it was directed towards this particular specimen who’s now scrambling to his feet, and I don’t feel sorry for him at all.

Once Shane has pushed Jude out of the tent he comes back for me. “Come on, Evie, I don’t want that weirdo trying to have another go at you.” He takes my arm to shuffle me outside into the night air. 

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me.” I bleat.

“It’s my job. I told your mam I would.” He leaves me there while he goes back inside to make sure Claire hasn’t also been subject to a mauling. 

Jude is sitting on a bench nearby with his head hanging low. He doesn’t even look up when I come to sit with him and start nervously wringing my hands in my lap. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. We just sit.

“Jesus christ.” He says eventually. “I’m sorry I did that.”

“I feel like he kind of deserved it.” I say. “He was a weirdo.”

He laughs dryly and squeezes his eyes shut to rub them with the heels of his hands. “He was more than a weirdo. I watched the whole thing happen, I don’t even have words for what he is.”

“Maybe the last kick was excessive.” I comment.

“I had to do it.” He leans back then and sighs, his head lolling over the back of the bench, and I gaze at the long line of his tanned throat. “Well, maybe I didn’t, but I wanted to.” he pauses. “I regret it though, it was fairly horrible.”

“Thank you all the same.” I say. “Nobody has stood up for me that way before.”

“I don’t know what difference it’ll make, like, in terms of the greater good. That guy had no idea what was going on, and tomorrow he’ll just wake up with a sore back and no thoughts in his thick head. He’ll live to grope another day.”

“It was scary.” I admit. “I’ve never had something like that happen before, I didn’t know it could feel so awful.”

He turns his head to look at me and says seriously: “That shit should never happen to you.”

“I think it’s just part of being a girl.”

“Well, I wish it wasn’t.”

“Yeah me too.” 

The surge of emotion I feel when I look at him could be adrenaline, I might be drunk, but I also might actually be in love with him. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, and I just sit there gazing into them while they search my face. I’d give just about anything to know what he’s thinking about. 

“Yesterday you wanted to take me somewhere.” He says finally. “Will you show me?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll show you.” and I take him by the hand and lead him away from the tent and the horrors it contains and towards the twinkling lights across the field.

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