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luvnami · 4 years ago

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𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - aa my first time writing for kny!! i hope you like it~ the title is a play on the word ‘pillars’ lol hopefully that makes sense... enjoy!! likes, comments and reblogs really help me a lot <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - @/amjustagirl (muacks)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - what if the pillars were... cats?

𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢

- the CHONKIEST fella you’ve ever seen in your entire life

- seriously, this cat feels like a brick when you try to pick him up

- yes, his fur is dense. no, he does not get any skinnier when he’s matted down with water

- a lovely, calm cat abandoned by his previous owners because they were moving out of the country

- he loves lazing in the sun and his brown fur turns golden in it!!!

- is a lap cat but doesn’t understand that your legs turn numb way too fast when he’s purring away like a little truck motor

- (his purrs are so deep……. put him on an asmr youtube channel already!!!!)

- once, you had a dream that you were drowning. you found him sleeping on your chest when you woke up gasping for air

- broke a flimsy cat tree once and is now terrified of heights

- a big baby :( kind of needy, always welcomes you at the door when you come home with chirps and gets frisky when you don’t return till late

𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

- …

- the quiet cat that seems like it might murder you in your sleep

- you adopted him together with kanroji because he simply wouldn’t leave her side and wouldn’t leave your side so… yeah

- this cat HATED you at first

- like… he even refused to eat the food that you tried to give him :/// you had to lure him out with some churu

- you once woke up in the middle of the night because you were thirsty and found two glowy things at your bedroom door

- yeah, he was staring at you while you slept

- you didn’t dare to get a glass of water and just went back to sleep

- dark gray short fur with heterochromia! you think that he might be kanroji’s sibling but the centre said that they came in at different times

- he goes crazy for catnip oh my goodness

- he rolls himself in it and purrs so LOUD……….. ok iguro……..

𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢

- so! affectionate!

- you adopted her from a local centre… seriously, who abandoned this pretty baby!!!!!!!

- (iguro insisted on being adopted as well. they come in a pair, do not separate.)

- is a white short fur with heterochromia <333 she looks so magical omg

- when you visited the adoption centre, she wouldn’t stop meowing and curling herself around your legs

- how could you not take her home!!!!!

- she tries to steal all kinds of food (even yours). please don’t own any plants, she will try to chomp them as well

- one time you came back home and heard some loud rustling from the door. you were terrified that it was a thief but when you switched on the lights, the cat had somehow managed to raid your pantry :/

- loves loves loves cuddles!! will even let you touch her soft tummy and play with her toe beans (only for a while though!)

- you wish she’d stop jumping around and getting into the hardest to reach spots…….

- loves trying out new collars, toys and even outfits!

- grooms iguro a lot and loves playing with him <3

𝐤𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮

- y’all know the cats that play nice when you’re petting them and then bite your hand immediately after… yeah

- the childhood cat that gives you trauma after it scratched you one too many times

- but very lovable and social!! loves meeting new people and then giving you a smug look as she crawls into their lap

- is not tempted by treats… she will do a trick when she wants to

- siamese, brown to white with a tail that flicks too much when she’s irritated

- this cat pushes your glass of water off of the table while looking you in the eye

- will lay herself over your keyboard when you’re trying to work

- has and will chew up your socks again

- scratches your furniture even after you sprayed it with that ‘no-scratch’ spray

- HOWEVER she will occasionally let you scritch her chin when she feels amiable…….

- tries to groom you sometimes

- jumps around too much for her (and your) own good. has caused the shattering of many things and now you cannot place fragile objects on shelves

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

- the most!! active and happy tabby cat you’ve ever seen!!!!!

- meow! meow meow meow!

- man i have no idea what you’re saying rengoku but you look happy and adorable so have a treat

- probably a family cat that your dad brought back home (much to mom’s dismay) but he’s part of the family now

- VERY vocal at night no matter how much you try to tire him out in the day… rip

- will wake you up because! human! it is night time and my water bowl is an inch out of place!

- has the most gorgeous coat ever… really. it’s an envy for many cat owners

- he struts around with his head in the air and demands many pets from you while yowling and pawing your leg

- loves outdoor walks, actually. will attack a dog on sight if given the chance so please keep him on a leash

- give him little booties to keep his paws clean!!!!!!!! he fell over the first time you put them on but now he’s used to it and he looks so cute omg

- very nurturing!! takes to other cats very easily and is a joy to have around if you’re fostering other animals (besides dogs)

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢

- this bastard cat

- hisses if you pat him for too long

- hisses if you don’t give him attention

- hisses while you’re pouring out his food and will NOT hesitate to bite you

- if you touch his paw pads, you can goodbye to your fingers

- i’m thinking……. gray shorthair with green eyes!

- probably a stray cat that you took in (which came with a lot of coaxing, snacks and wrangling) who got into one too many fights

- he took a while to get used to staying indoors, often hiding in obscure places and was oddly possessive of your sofa

- no, he did not let you sit on it for a whole month

- he’s very protective and territorial! when he’s feeling like it, he’ll rub against you and get into your closet to curl up and scent your clothes (getting fur all over them)

- once, when you had some friends over, you had to lock him in your bedroom because he wouldn’t stop snarling at them

- no one dares to come over to your place after that

- (he’s secretly addicted to butt pats)

𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

- black shorthair that literally appeared in your house one day

- you have no idea where he came from but you let him stay for a few days and he’s never left since then

- sometimes, he wanders outside (while chasing a butterfly or something...) but always comes back in time for dinner

- has the clearest emerald eyes!!

- he’s so quiet oh my goodness. you swear you’ve never heard him meow or chirp or purr once………. you think he might be a ghost cat sometimes

- moves around silently too. has scared you on more than one occasion when you turned around and found him staring at you, or felt something furry brush against your leg while you weren’t expecting it

- doesn’t initiate affection much but will let you pet and smother him with love!! he kinda just… chills lol

- loves snuggling in the warmest places! sometimes you’ll come home and find a suspicious bump under your covers… lift it and you might find a friend within <3

- hates hate hates collars

- will literally bat at you if you ever try to put one on him

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮

- loves water so much its crazy

- you have to lock your bathroom door because he’s somehow managed to figure out how to open the doors in your house

- like, he’ll actually jump into the shower with you

- you brought him home one day when you found him as a kitten in the rain outside :c (ur the hot anime character now)

- he’s really quiet! rarely meows and prefers to headbutt you (which can be slightly inconvenient, like that one time you were pouring coffee and nearly scalded the both of you)

- his fur is always messy. sticks up everywhere no matter how much you try to brush it

- black fur of medium length and thickness!!! puffs up SO MUCH when winter comes though

- it’s insane, he looks like a ball of soot

- exceptionally fast. when you try to play fetch with him, all you’ll see is a black blur darting back and forth

- easily scared

- you have to be careful when rounding corners or petting him because if he doesn’t expect it he’ll jump like five feet in the air

𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧

- if you do not change his collars or outfits at least once a week or brush him daily he will start yowling

- you decided to adopt him after your neighbour moved to an apartment that didn’t allow cats

- unfortunately, your neighbour was also the most outrageously extravagant person you’ve ever met and spoiled uzui too much

- a good chunk of your monthly spending goes to the cat

- will not eat cheap cat food (how can he tell the difference…?)

- occasionally buries himself in the back of your closet because it’s dark and smells like you but please help me i’m entangled in a scarf and can’t get out!

- loves posing for photographs and being cooed over!! if you run an instagram account for him you’ll be sure to get popular really quickly

- he just… knows the camera is there lol

- hates having his nails clipped omg

- he will run around the house just to escape you and will only be bribed by a fancy new outfit or a churu

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rl800 · 5 years ago

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Vampire Hero (Chapter 1)

(yn) your name (yln) your last name (yfn) your full name I hope you guys already know what these mean so yeah this is all I'm saying

The moment my small hand gripped the weird stick with a bat everything changed.

Daddy was a hero and Mommy was a retired hero who collected very old things. One day Mommy came home with a weird looking walking stick wrapped in a towel while Daddy was on the couch drinking his weird looking apple juice. "Odoriko! Look at this antique walking stick! This could be the best thing ever!" Daddy looked at Mommy, as I stopped playing with my All Might toy. "Yeah and how much did you pay for it Kyoku?" Mommy looked very excited, like how excited I get when Daddy tells me how he saved people! "Well nothing! This woman just pushed it into my hands with a panicked look and ran off."

Daddy froze. "What did this woman look like?" Mommy tapped her chin like she usually does when she's thinking. "Well she was wearing a purple dress, short brown hair, and glasses. She looked very... scared. Like something was after her, but before I could ask her if she was alright she was just gone." Daddy shook his head with a very sad look in his eyes. "Ah well I can tell you this... that woman is dead...(I'm sorry fans of Missi!!!!) she was found in an alleyway with slash marks on her, we are thinking it's Stain."

That's sad. I hope she's okay up in heaven. "Well how about I make us dinner now? What do you two want?" Daddy and I looked at each other smiling. "PIZZA!!!!!" Mommy just laughed at us and nodded. "Okay okay." She put the walking stick down and she and daddy walked into the kitchen. I looked at the walking stick and slowly reached out to touch it. That's when there was the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen. I grabbed the stick to protect myself when a man covered in blood walked in.

He looked very strange. He had 2 scarves that looked ripped and strange grey boots in his hands were 2 swords covered in blood. Tears blurred my vision, "Huh those two pieces of trash had a kid?" He grinned at me. "Maybe I can take you and make you my sidekick? We can stop all those heroes who are after money and fame!" I ran at him holding the stick ready to hit him but he blocked my hit with one of his swords, but had a shocked look. "Well aren't you strong, kid?" I had managed to push him back? How I was quirkless... That's when another strange man crashed into the door. He was tall and pale. "Well there it is..." He looked from the man in front of me to me. "Well what have I stumbled upon?" The scarf man frowned at the new person. "Who the hell are you?" Tall man grinned and that's when I noticed, he had fangs. "V-vampire." The tall man looked at me "That's right sweetheart and my name is Duke, I came here to get my cane back but I see it has chosen a new host. Also you killed Missi." He growled and grabbed the man and threw him out of the window. He looked at me one last time with a grin. "Well til we meet again Ms (Y/N).~" He jumped out the window.

~Time skip: Half a year~

It's been 6 months since Stain, as I figured out who he was, killed Mommy and Daddy. I had to take care of myself. I taught myself how to use the stove and oven. I taught myself how to read, since Mommy and Daddy can't read me my bedtime story anymore. I could feel myself breaking everyday. I see little things out of the corner of my eye. I think I'm going crazy.

~Time skip: 3 weeks later~

I sat in the corner of my room rocking myself singing the song Mommy always sang to me to calm me down. "Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver-white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad." I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks and chin. There was no more power to the house and I ran out of food about a week ago. I'm hungry and thirsty. I want my mommy and daddy back. I played with the cane that I had learned the bat could open and there was a flame. That kept me occupied. That's also when someone kicked down the door. I had to close my eyes because of how bright this person was. "Hey there's a kid in here!" Said a gruff voice. Then I realized who it was, my eyes widened. "Endeavor..." He looked at me and then I blacked out succumbing to the darkness.

~Time skip: 2 1/2 weeks later~

I woke up to bright lights. I hissed in pain and looked around I was in a hospital? That's when I saw a blonde skinny man sitting next to me with his eyes closed. Who is this? Is he a policeman? No then he would be wearing an uniform. Maybe he's here to take you to a mental hospital.~ I gasp and look around. "Who- who's there?" my voice sounds all scratchy. Oh deary I'm not actually there I'm in your head.~ I will be here when you succumb to your insanity.~ Now I must go. Till we meet again, dearie.~ I was shaking. "Hey kid are you alright?" the man had woken up and was giving me a worried look. I tilt my head he kind of sounded like All Might but less... loud? "Are you All Might?" he started to panic slightly. I just giggled he was funny. "Y-yeah, but don't say it out loud. Okay kid my name is Toshinori Yagi and I'm going to adopt you." Someone opened the door. A man in a trench coat came in. "Hey Toshinori is the kid up?" All Might nodded with a sigh. "Yeah she's up, Tsukauchi." Tsukauchi nodded. "Okay kid I'm gonna ask you some questions, okay?" I nod.

I sat up. "Okay firstly what is your name?" "My name is (y/f/n)." "Okay um how old are you?" I puff out my chest. "I am 6 years old! And I'm already a big girl!" Toshinori and Tsukauchi both chucked. "Okay can you tell me what happened to your parents?" My mood dropped. "They are gone. Stain killed them..." Silence filled the room. "Ah do you remember what happened?" I looked up at Mr. Tsukauchi. "Well he came out of the kitchen and I had grabbed the cane that a woman gave Mommy before she was killed, her name was Missi. So Stain came into the living room and was gonna take me, but Mr. Duke saved me!" The two men looked at each other. "Who's Mr. Duke sweetheart?" "He's a vampire, but he's a good one! He threw Stain out the the window." I told them everything.

After a week I was let out and given the cane. I said thank you and took my new Daddy's hand. "Can I call you Dad Might?" He looked at me, "Only at home sweetheart, you can call me dad in public so people don't get confused." I nod. My new dad is gonna be the best!

A/N

So this is chapter one. If you are disappointed welp sorry. More will come in the next chapter~

#bnha #daria cohen #the vampair series #xreader #bnha x reader #vampire reader #vampire hero

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shewasanamericangirl · 6 years ago

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screamin bout zi-o 36

i had fun doing this last week, so let’s make another screencap post! of course, i said that, and then it took several days to upload all the pictures because tumblr just stops fucking working sometimes. anyhoo! it’s yuko kitajima roast hour. image-heavy and spoiler-heavy, naturally.

so ginga blew everyone up and they ran away to a sewer it seems.

honestly that theory makes as much sense as anything else on this booty ass fuckin’ kamen rider show

i was just like...he isn’t

but then he was

swartz: she could step on me in those red pumps and i’d say Thank You

hora: i regret so much right now

uhr: *shonen anime character walking down the street pose*

then over quartzer plays and im starting to feel a little lost because i don’t get to hear about the episode according to woz’s book? hello??

yuko’s still out gettin her spa treatments and shit, god only knows how she got the money for all that, and somehow she never crosses paths with the cops or anyone who recognizes her from the news?? uh

honestly yeah?? a queen deserves to look GOOD. her theme music is eerily sexy, i need an mp3 of it right now

don’t get me wrong, im well aware that swartz is being a suck-up to try and get yuko to help with his plan to seize ginga’s power, but damn im kinda shipping swartz with yuko now too...i mean, he WAS looking at her while doing the sexy ice cream thing last week. what flavor ice cream would yuko be? black cherry chip maybe?

(headcanon: woz tries apple pie ice cream and declares it a crime against both apple pie and ice cream alike--but he still eats the whole coneful)

hora and uhr get ZA WARUDO’D down the stairs by swartz

we were all uhr right here

yeaaaaaah she just doesn’t want to fight ginga

tsukuyomi’s a mood. someone put a band-aid on geiz’s forehead pls

ok woz i get that if you’re looking for a despotic ruler to follow that yuko is likely a better bet than sougo, but you’re missing an important detail: if yuko actually had a shot at becoming queen of everything, she’d already have one of you in tow, and you would most likely hate each other.

...majou means “demon queen” in this case, not “witch”, right?

aaaaaand this...is the moment when yuko started making me very uncomfortable. the way she responds: “yes...i do remember. it’s you.”

and sougo’s face just lights up--my guy, she could so easily be lying. she didn’t say one thing about the band-aid or the playground or anything that’d indicate she’s actually sougo’s crush.

like...if not for the fact that sougo had such a crush on the seifuku girl, it wouldn’t be all that major a memory. it likely wasn’t for the girl in question--just a happy sunny day cheering up a lonely little boy. a beautiful memory, yes...but memories fade.

can someone please explain to me why woz’s characterization is all over the place in kiva arc? are you pro-yuko or anti-yuko, woz? i don’t understand what’s going through his pretty head at all honestly. he gets pretty taciturn in the scenes he’s not inhaling pie, but then at times he seems to think yuko’s cool aaaaaagh i don’t know

junichiro: meowing, just wanted an excuse to cook lots of food

sougo: “yay, uncle’s cooking!”

woz: [deadpan monotone] “yaaaaaaay uncle’s cooking...”

ive had enough of this evil bitch honestly but when she points it’s still Good Shit

ridiculous move name, but also an awesome move name

and turning to stone to heal up while the sun’s clouded over? very cool

denied

i noped so hard at this part. like...i really do feel protective of sougo. yuko doesn’t give a damn about him, she just doesn’t want him to get in her way.

nope. no. nuh uh. you two step away from each other right now.

YOU CANNOT MAKE BABIES WITH AN IDIOT FETUS

ok but in all seriousness, do you want time jackers? because, im calling it now, letting oma zi-o go in raw is how you get time jackers.

yeah im pretty sure miho would’ve kept at it if she’d lived, and yuko...shes not gonna listen to sougo

thank you for the much needed reality check furry man

so she’s a...fu-joshi? 👀

☝☝☝

yuko wears such fabulous shoes

was anyone surprised at this point that yuko was the real killer? i sure wasn’t. not after all the obvious lies.

i love her leitmotif. i need it. where do i download

SHE DIDN’T PROMISE SHIT

hey kids! it’s time for *mashes play button* la-la-la lies! yeah, tell me that you love me! la-la-la-lies! look deep into my eyes! la-la-la-lies! say there’s no one else above me! i’m the king of fools, cuz baby, you’re the queen of actually very hurtful and manipulative lies!

that’s such bullshit

now im the last person to be like “don’t play the dead mommy card”--i practically keep that card in the hello kitty wallet my dead mommy gave me. but i bet you yuko’s mom is just fine (aside from living with the trauma of knowing her daughter’s a murderer and pathological liar).

sougo,,,,,pls

thank you tsukuyomi. god sougo really needs a chaperone with yuko around, he’s way too dumb and thirsty.

GUESS WHO’S BACK. BACK AGAIN. fortunately, it seems swartz and woz have been just standing there watching him for the duration of the rain shower.

lest we forget (because i didn’t screencap it), when zi-o took the brunt of ginga’s attack earlier, it sent him flying. now, that’s a human body, which has some ability to absorb force because it’s mostly pretty soft and fluid. yuko’s manhole cover almost completely absorbed this blast--she barely shifted her weight on impact. is it just that she’s THAT ripped?

then The Boys rider kick ginga to oblivion. rip ginga, you didn’t have a personality or a character arc, we never even saw you un-transformed--you were just a cool looking plot device with pretty attacks. but for that much, we appreciate you!

swartz looks so pleased with himself. he must not have watched the preview for this episode.

YOINK! gotta love how swartz doesn’t look surprised so much as puzzled.

sure am glad kurowoz took his other self’s advice and kept an eye on swartz

i love it so much how woz just has these magic scarf powers and it needs no explanation? hell, he can fly and time travel and make people fall asleep and he’s super strong too, with no explanation? and he’s the comic relief? ALSO HE’S REALLY HOT? woz is a being to behold honestly

speaking of super strong and really hot, yuko is KILLING IT in that gown. i mean...i guess that’s the intention. killing it. cuz she’s a homicidal maniac. haha.

she’s so good at pointing. yuko could be a prosecutor in shuichi kitaoka: ace attorney. (FUND IT)

yuko throws her manhole cover at the boys (rude!) and next we see geiz holding it. a shame we don’t get to see him snatch it out of midair. or did woz catch it and just hand it to him? we may never know.

zi-o. listen to geiz, zi-o. use the fucking watch. just use the watch, zi-o. you seriously plan on just letting another kiva go on a killing spree? do you not get by now what she’s capable of?

thank goodness zi-o has his retainers to make wise decisions so he doesn’t have to.

please note the placement of mars on ginga woz’s suit. very important.

I Love You

lmao

WHERE IS YOUR MANHOLE COVER NOW

my favorite character gets a beautiful rainbow final attack. i feel so blessed.

i mean...protecting all mankind would probably include protecting them from people like yuko. just sayin.

is it bad of me that my immediate thought right then was “at least woz’s attack wasn’t what did her in.”

this shot, especially in the context of the church, definitely gave me pieta vibes--albeit reversed somewhat.

weirdly enough, woz does an outro instead of an intro this episode.

at this point while watching, i said to shylax “you know what this calls for? pie!” but before i could finish--

--PIE! cmon sougo, it’s time to gobble up your feelings!

fucking woz, i swear, you have pie in your mouth and pie in your right hand and pie on your FACE and when your overlord expresses how miserable he is you just go for his uneaten pie with your empty hand.

...is it normal to eat pie like this in japan? because the only times i’ve seen americans make this much of a mess eating pie is when they’re toddlers.

oh hey, what do you know? looks like sougo’s first love wasn’t a violent crazy person after all. she also wasn’t yuko.

sougo’s just an idiot who will mistake any older woman who rubs him on the chin and calls him cute for his sailor girl.

previews!

i blame joshua kiryu

how eloquently this one line sums up not only kamen rider zi-o but kamen rider decade as well. that’s it, that’s the show. that’s the clusterfuck we will inevitably get whenever toei decides to make a kamen rider crossover.

LOOK AT THIS! TSUKUYOMI REMEMBERED SOMETHING! who is she smiling at? is it her dad? is that swartz behind her?! omg baby tsukuyomi is so CUTE!

“a team”. uh huh. is that what the youth are calling it these days? cuz when i was a wee lass, i believe they called it “fucking”.

so what have we learned this week?

very little about ginga

sougo does not remember faces all that well

before sougo dates ANYONE that person should be fully vetted by junichiro, geiz, tsukuyomi, and woz because CLEARLY HE CANNOT SAFELY CHOOSE A PARTNER FOR HIMSELF

i still really like yuko as a character, if not as a person. same as i enjoy junji ito manga, but would be very upset if most of it happened in real life.

swartz loves a woman who can kick his ass

what the fuck are manhole covers in this world

i can’t wait for baby tsukuyomi flashbacks! that, and more tsukasa.

#kamen rider zi o #drag yuko 2k19

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #349

“Slender Summoning, Office Detour”

[Doc] Goes out to the hall to hyperventilate for a moment before charging back to the tv room. They touch the server only long enough to blip in and then out of the chat again and leave a message for Deerheart and Yaunfen so they don't worry. There's another crackle as they emerge on the beach and go running up into the jungle- Dawn!

[Dawn] Looks at Lie- I think someone already came looking for you.

[Mort] Doc seems a bit excited.

[Lie] - Oh, uh...

[Doc] Nearly falls over Blake and there's a panicked whimpering and then growl as the wolf snarls at hir- AAA!

[Dawn] Oh for...

[Doc] WOLF! - comes running up-

[Mort] We know.

[Doc] Lie?

[Lie] - Hey...

[Doc] Just... visiting Lie?

[Dawn] She had a little shock and needed to get away for a bit.

[Lie] - By the way, Dawn's going to visit to help me with something

[Doc] Okay? It's not like I'd have a problem with it or anything. But I kinda need her help too.

[Dawn] Narrowed eyes- what are you doing now?

[Lie] - That's the usual question we have to ask when Doc has that expression

[Mort] Laughs-

[Doc] It's just my face when I'm thinking okay????

[Lie] - It's very obvious

[Doc] Huffs-

[Dawn] Sighs- What is it?

[Doc] I need to talk to an.. Outsider? All I have is a name.

[Lie] - What did you do?

[Mort] Why????

[Doc] I didn't do anything!

[Dawn] I'm finding that increasingly hard to believe. What kind of Outsider?

[Doc] Well she's uh... um... - teeny voice- a slenderbeing....

[Lie] - Doc no

[Doc] But she's apparently really nice.

[Dawn] What the actual fuck.

[Lie] - Wait... She?

[Doc] She's kinda... Slenderman's mom...

[Lie] Facepalms-

[Mort] Is just staring

[Dawn] Why????

[Doc] Because his dad wants to kill one of our friends.

[Lie] - It's why Offender is on our server

[Dawn] So.. doing this might help get Offender off the server quicker?

[Doc] Maybe?

[Lie] - That would be good

[Dawn] .... I guess...

[Doc] Apparently she's not nearly as powerful as her sons either and would probably be grateful to know they're safe.

[Lie] - If she's still alive...

[Doc] I'm not even going to entertain that thought. It doesn't hurt to try right?

[Dawn] They're Outsiders. They're usually pretty difficult to kill.

[Lie] - Yeah but considering how scared the sons are of the father...

[Doc] Slender said that their mom was basically just a brood mare in his fathers eyes. There's a chance neither have even spoken in forever.

[Lie] - Okay...

[Dawn] You know there's no formal framework for this right? Any lore that exisits will be not only new but likely directed at summoning Slender himself.

[Doc] Well uh.... her name is Mirabella.

[Mort] Can't we just do a basic rite? Like raising the dead?

[Dawn] Yes, But it's not going to be a focused point. A name isn't much. Just shouting into the ethers. A loud shout, but shouting nonethless.

[Lie] - One of her sons must have something that was her's...

[Doc] I'm skeptical of that. I think Slender may be the only one who really remembers her.

[Lie] - Well I don't know!

[Dawn] Don't get excited. I can do this. They're just ancient demons. Most of them are ravenous for any attention.

[Mort] But I thought those guys... ate people?

[Doc] Yes.. unfortunately. Mostly emotions but yeah... I don't know what would attract her specifically.

[Dawn] Well.... Is there any kind of common factor in what kind of emotions they like?

[Doc] Not that I know of...

[Lie] - Excuse me, I need to go vomit again

[Mort] Could we use something else?

[Doc] I could spawn a cow? That would make a decent mess.

[Dawn] Maybe...

[Mort] Do we have to make a mess???

[Dawn] Part of ritual is the pagentry, they usually appreciate it. And demons are suprisingly formal.

[Doc] Cow it is. - they fuss around in the creative menu and spawn a very suprised cow-

-There's a sudden rustling in the underbrush as the wolf barrels out and latches onto the cow's neck, savaging it roughly and snarling-

[Dawn and Mort] Skitter backwards in panic-

[Lie] Looks back and starts digging through her inventory for a bone-

[Blake] Is hanging onto the panicking cow and biting it repeatedly-

[Cow] freaking the fuck out.

[Dawn] Runs for her staff -

[Lie] - Hey, here boy!- Shows him the bone

[Blake] Meaty ripping noises-

[Doc] Holy crap!

[Dawn] Runs quickly around the clearing dragging the staff to make a circle in the sandy ground-

[Lie] Whistles at Blake- Here boy, look what I've got

[Mort] Quickly gets inside the circle, it's big enough to encompass them all as well as the fire-

[Cow] More feeble now, it's getting blood everywhere-

[Lie] Grabs a lasso and tosses it at Blake-

[Blake] Is lassoed and pulled back, but with a rather important chunk of neck still in his mouth-

[Dawn] Is calling corners and patron dieties as quickly as she can, with an extra long invocation to Azrael, footnoted with the comment that he doesn't have to show up personally right at the moment unless he's just not busy.

[Lie] Coaxes Blake towards her- Come here boy, it's okay...

[Bake] Chewing the meat slightly sullenly-

[Cow] Staggers and collapses, it's mortally wounded and barely concious-

[Dawn] Is focused now, the firelight flickering dangerously in her eyes-

[Lie] - Good boy, just stay here next to me...

[Blake] Sits too close and gets cow blood all over her skirt-

[Lie] - ... Thanks

[Dawn] Is whispering the name with a fevered tone, there's a sense of the jungle drawing closer, lifting up around the circle in the sand- Hear our cries, we invite you into our circle, Mirabella, Mirabella, Mirabella, Slender creature, Outsider, I part the ways to let you enter our world. Come forth that we may greet you! - The fire roars upward as the cow breathes it's last the spark of life hovering, even that morself of energy is unable to leave the witches circle.

-There's a shimmer, almost like a mirror and a foggy view onto the other side. There is a feel of resistance, like what is being called does not wish to come-

[Dawn] We bekon you in peace, we only wish to commuicate. Please come forth.

[Mort] Whoah...

[Doc] Is watching in wonder-

-The way begins to part and a very tall being falls through. They wear a long black dress, lined with lace and adorned with silver pieces of jewelry. The head is wrapped in a silken scarf in a deep purple color the knot and trailing end of the scarf reminiscent of hair. The groan which comes from the being is absolutely feminine-

[Dawn] Quickly closes the portal behind her-

[Doc] Rushes to help her- Miss? Do you need medical attention?

[Mirabella] - Where... Where am I?

[Mort] Generally? Earth. Specifically, a really tiny island in the middle of nowhere

[Dawn] Close enough.

[Mirabella] Looks up at those around her- Earth? but... I am not allowed to be here... If he...

[Doc] It's okay, you're concealed for now.

[Dawn] The circle is tight. Azrael is specifically watching, but he's not agaitated or anything.

[Mirabella] - Who?

[Dawn] My father. The Angel of Death.

[Mort] Kinda looks like me? But with huge wings and a cloak.

[Mirabella] - I do not know them... Why am I here?

[Doc] There are a couple of reasons. But I was intending to reunite you with your sons.

[Mirabella] - You will need to be more specific... I have thirteen...

[Doc] Oh! For the moment Offenderman and.... Splenderman.

[Mirabella] - The ones I sent away? They are still alive?

[Doc] Yes! Alive and safe, for now at least. Slender knows the Wickerman is looking for Splender, so I'm helping to hide him.

[Mirabella] - My eldest children, they're all safe... Thank goodness...

[Doc] I guess it's safe to say you won't rat us out?

[Mirabella] - If my husband does not find me

[Doc] That's fair. I'm not going to look down on anyone for being honest that they wouldn't hold up under torture. Or the mind rape of a powerful psychic.

[Mirabella] - But what do you plan on doing with me now?

[Doc] Well first I want to know if you're okay.

[Mort] And it would be a good idea to know what kind of emotions you eat....?

[Mirabella] - Loneliness, I consume loneliness. And I should be fine, he was rarely ever physically cruel...

[Dawn] Scowls- Rarely doesn't mean he doesn't hit you ever. That's not right.

[Mirabella] - He is just simply too powerful, and the sons with him are just as blood thirsty

[Doc] Then we should depart soon so we don't attract unwanted attention... Oh... The emp! Dawn? Can you make another bag?

[Dawn] We've got incoming.... I have to take it down..!

[Mort] Doc!

[Doc] Anybody have a phone?!?! I don't want to leave mine!

[Mort] Digs out an old Nokia- Will this do?

[Doc] Throw it down, It'll have to do!

[Lie] Just makes sure she has a hold on Blake-

[Doc] Suddenly transforms and uses hir tail to obliterate the dug in circle and fire and push everyone down through a rather messy portal -

[Lie] Yelps as she hits the ground-

[Mirabella] Shudders at the shift between the worlds-

[Jeb] Screams as Doc slams into him and everyone else tumbles out of his ipad and onto the floor of the office atrium-

[Dawn] THAT WAS SO RUDE.

[Jeb] HOLY CRAP A SKELETON.

[Mort] FUCK YOU TOO.

[Blake] Pees on the floor in a dead panic-

[Lie] - Er, Doc? Why here?

[Doc] He was awake!

[Jeb] Punches Doc in the eye-

[Dawn] Um... Mirabella, lets go in a different room....

[Dofta] Runs in and shrieks in alarm-

[Doc] What the fuck was that for?!?!?

[Mirabella] Hesitantly follows Dawn, having to duck to get out of the doorway-

[Dawn] Just goes down the hall with a shake of her head-

[Mort] I'm so underdressed for this...!

[Lie] - Dofta it's okay! They're friendly!

[Blake] Whimper-

[Dofta] Zeros in on him- Is that a wolf???

[Lie] - ... Yes?

[Blake] Pant pant pant-

[Dofta] Okay then...

[Doc] Jeb... just cool it. We're only passing through. It was an emergency.

[Lie] - Sorry for suddenly dropping in...

[Jeb] I'm getting used to it....

[Dawn] Finds the confrence room with the mossy cobble in it and sits down in a chair- I just need a moment....

[Doc] Where did they go?!??!

[Mirabella] - What will you be doing?

[Lie] - Away from the majority of the servers?

[Dawn] Just to calm my energies. I didn't dismiss anything, Doc just kinda... snipped the phone line I was talking on?

[Doc] Yes!

[Dofta] This way! - pulls on Lie a little-

[Mirabella] - I do not understand your metaphor...

[Lie] Yelps a little as she is dragged along-

[Dawn] I got broken out of my concentration a bit too abruptly?

[Dofta] In here!

[Doc] There you are. Good to get away from the computers.

[Mort] You need one of those emp things we made Splender...

[Dawn] I was thinking the same but I'm short some of the stuff I'd need at the house anyway.

[Dofta] Is it something I can get for you?

[Dawn] Maybe?- She pulls Dofta aside and starts talking to her quietly-

[Lie] Sits in a chair-

[Doc] Mirabella? I'm sorry, I've been a bit rude. I'm Doc. This is Lie, Dofta, Dawn and Mort.

[Mort] The wolf's name is Blake- added in a helpful tone.

[Mirabella] - How do you know my name?

[Doc] I asked Slender.

[Mirabella] - My eldest? He is still safe?

[Doc] Safe and the head of a decent sized household. He's taken in quite a few other entities and made them into a family of sorts.

[Mirabella] - How wonderful.

[Dofta] Finishes confering with Dawn - I can get what you guys need, there's a rock shop not that far away and I have fabric. You just stay put! - She heads out of the room-

[Mort] Pulls the blinds on the confrence rooms windows closed-

[Lie] - Shoot, I don't think I have my sunglasses...

[Mort] Indicates his shorts and lack of usual hoodie- I know the feel!

[Lie] - Hopefully Dofta gets back before too many other employees show up

[Doc] Peeks out into the hallway and then closes the door before locking it. - I think we're okay for the moment. It's early here at least.

[Lie] Just starts petting Blake-

[Blake] Happy wolf noises, but his fur is still bloody-

[Lie] - Guess you need a bath...

[Dawn] I think you made a friend Lie.

[Lie] - Looks like it...

[Doc] At Mirabella - So basically... where we're going you need to keep the emp to a minimum... it can disrupt the whole world.

[Dawn] Yeah, So I'm going to make you a charm to help you keep it at a low level and not do it accidently.

[Mirabella] - I could harm the world?

[Doc] It's a different plane of existence, sort of? It's composed of electricity.

[Mirabella] - I'm not sure how it is possible

[Dawn] Yeah, it is kinda weird.... - she casts a glance at the mossy cobblestone block in the corner of the room- Everything is like this? Kinda simple.

[Lie] - Splender has adjusted very well to it

[Doc] He's not the only one.... your houseguests have taken to it with gusto. Have you SEEN the house Ever is building? It's pretty big.

[Dawn] Excuse me, but WHAT?!??!

[Lie] - Er.. Weeeeeeeell...

[Doc] They got attacked and their house burned down...

[Dawn] But the tree..?!?

[Doc] It's on the server too.

[Lie] - It's kinda... Sentient?

[Mort] Well it's not on earth anymore, that's good right?

[Dawn] Well I knew that! But it's still a tree.

[Lie] - I mean, they've been good houseguests too...

[Dawn] Grumbles-

[Mort] I hope she comes back soon.. I feel really nervous....

[Doc] -stomach rumble- Sorry

[Lie] - Yeah, I can't exactly blend in like this... At least that cop should be having difficulty since CP damaged her car...

[Dawn] Oh geeze, is that woman still bothering Markus?

[Lie] - Yeah, but last time we were here CP messed with her electrical systems

[Doc] Jumps as hir phone rings- Uh huh... Oh... Dawn?

[Dawn] Yeah? - comes over- Why are you trying to hand me a carrot?

[Doc] It's a phone and it's for you- annoyed

[Dawn] Oh hey Dofta... Yeah? I guess a potted one will do... What about something else made of the same metal? Huh, okay, that might work. I'm sorry to put you out... -Wanders over to the other end of the room-

[Lie] - Shoot, I should have sent her with CP's card...

[Mort] I hope she doesn't spend too much... I feel bad now.

[Lie] - I'll find a way to make it up to her, maybe see if Endrea's up for a flight out here?

[Doc] That would be really cool... but we'd really have to go out in the boonies so no one would see her.

[Blake] Flops against Lie's leg-

[Lie] Gives Blake a bit of a vigorous rub-

[Mirabella] Rubs her arms a bit nervously-

[Dawn] Well what about a phone charging plug? Yeah.... and a bandana? Okay...

[Mort] It's okay Miss. There's very little energy here. I don't think we'll be found by anything before we can depart again.

[Mirabella] - He will be furious...

[Doc] From what I've heard, he's on a mission to kill at least one of your kids. He was already furious, and apparently unreasonable.

[Mort] Yeah, fuck that guy.

[Mirabella] - It will be so much worse, especially since my eldest destroyed the path to this world

[Doc] Yes. But he did it to save his brother, it's not like it was malicious.

[Mirabella] - He will want revenge on all five of them

[Doc] Because they protected one of their own? I'm with Mort, fuck him.

[Mirabella] - But that is not how it is done in our realm. He blames me, says they are weak because I helped raise them... The other eight, I have rarely ever seen them and have never spoken to them so that he could mold them into a proper image of our kind

[Mort] That's pretty icky.

[Doc] frowns sadly- You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat the weakest and most helpless creatures they encounter.

[Mirabella] - The only reason he did not kill the happy child immediately is because all of our kind are born with a semblance of a face, it smoothens out after a few weeks into nothing, he was waiting for that to happen, but it never did, instead the features became more pronounced, a disgrace to any of our kind

[Doc] Poor Splender... He just wants everyone around him to be happy. All our friends love him. And most of us know all too well what it is to be shunned or punished for being ourselves.

[Mirabella] - But he wouldn't have survived even if he were to be allowed to live... There is no happiness there, at least, none from the feeders

[Doc] There's an abundance around my home. Happy villages and children, young dragons and lots of loving couples.

[Mirabella] - That is, good

[Doc] And Slenders house isn't excatly happy, but he does have a small daughter who is playful and there's a sense of camraderie.

[Mort] Sally's a good kid.

[Mirabella] - I was... Not aware that there were any females of our kind out here...

[Doc] Oh, she's adopted. A little creepypasta he protects. She's perpetually about six years old.

[Mirabella] - A creepypasta?

[Doc] You know about Insanity right? Slender hinted that all the Slender beings were at least aware of her influence.

[Mirabella] - Yes, but she found me too weak to be of any use to her...

[Doc] Then you're lucky. Her and I have almost a rivalry going. But she partners with monsters and humans who like to kill and extends their lifespans in return for partly controlling them. Sally is a ghost that Insanity was holding together.

[Mirabella] - Oh she is still there, she just never speaks to me anymore

[Doc] I can fix that easily... Just remind me later.

[Blake] Gives Lie's hand the cold wet nose treatment-

[Lie] Little yelp at the coldness- Calm down

-There's an urgent knock at the door-

[Dawn] Head whips around-

[Dofta] Let me in please? My hands are full!

[Mort] Opens the door and she nearly flops on the confrence table, spilling one of her bags. She's got two potted plants awkwardly under one arm-

[Lie] - Um... Dawn? If you needed plants......

[Dofta] Don't even! They were on sale and I'm keeping whatever she doesn't use! - One is an african violet and the other a lavender-

[Dawn] Is already digging and gathering things into a bandana - It's not going to be as tidy as the last one but it'll work just the same.

[Lie] - I wonder how Deer will feel with three slenders on the server...

[Doc] I just hope she's not mad at me...

[Dofta] Pokes Doc- You owe me lunch at least. I'm sure Jeb will find a way to waste at least part of mine complaining that you're obnoxious and that the wolf peed on the floor.

[Lie] - She'll understand, she always does

[Doc] Okay! Okay!

[Dawn] Is muttering over the finished bag - Mirabella? Can I borrow your necklace for a sec?

[Mirabella] - Certainly- She reaches back and unclasps it, handing the heavy silver piece to Dawn

[Dawn] Ties the little bag onto the back of the pendant and stands on the table to help her put it back around her neck- This will tamp down your emp field. Just don't take it off for any reason, okay?

[Miranella] - I understand- Her tone is very subdued, as she's used to taking orders

[Dawn] Hey, it's just so you don't hurt anyone accidently, okay? There's no need to be so mousy.

[Mirabella] - I... Apologize

[Doc] Smiles at her- Are you ready to go?

[Dawn] Is trying to read the woman's lack of expression-

[Mirabella] - I... I suppose...

[Dofta] Do you want to use my phone?

[Doc] The projector screen would probably be easier. - They get up and square up in front of it, before throwing themselves violently forward and opening a way that leads out onto the spawn. On the other side it's a lovely day with only a few clouds.-

[Blake] Boof?

[Lie] Stands up, still having a hold on Blake- Come on boy

[Mirabella] Gains a very nervous aura-

[Dawn] Just strides in with Mort following and notes the announcement of their presence in the chat-

[Yaunfen] In chat- Mama! Visitors!

[Deer] - I see that

[Lie] Goes through next with Blake- You coming Dofta?

[Dofta] No, it doesn't have to be right now. I'm gonna dispose of the evidence of my shopping trip first. I'll call Doc later.

[Doc] Good enough.

[Blake] Interested sniffing!

[Mirabella] Nervously steps through the portal-

[Doc] Makes sure everyone is through and closes it. Xe gives a happy strech and is immediatly pounced on and knocked down by Yaunfen in their dragon form-

[Yaunfen] You toooookkkk fooorrreeever!!!!

[Offender] Immediately senses another slender being and lets out a deep growl, shifting to his taller, more enraged form-

[Splender] - Brother?

[Deer] - Welcome back love

[Doc] Ooof..... - Xe hugs them as much as they can reach - I didn't do it on purpose...

[Yaunfen] Rolls over to let them up. - You brought a big lady? And a doggy! Hi Dawn! Hi Mort!

[Mort] You got so big!

[Dawn] You look great kiddo.

[Mirabella] Is very unsure and remains quiet-

[Offender] - Stay. Here.- He lunges over the water, racing for the source of the threat

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rottingrootsarts · 6 years ago

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Nightmare Horror Anime Harem

OH BOY! WOWEE WOWEE! Buckle up ya kiddos I got a story for you! I just had the weirdest dream/nightmare thing I’ve had in a long time and it was so vivid I remember all of it so here we go!

Weird Ass Dream under the Read more

I was tromping through the woods at like midnight with a buddy looking for spooky abandoned places to explore and record while doing so. We come up to this weird looking farmhouse and barn and it looks like it’s dead, like falling a part half of it looked burnt to a crisp so we’re like: “Dudes, let’s go and check this out see what we find!” And we make our way up to it filming the whole thing like trying to see if it’s haunted while telling the camera: “Okay so these parts of the woods are known to be really bad guys like do not come here, it’s bad. There have been reports about cults murdering people out here, a few years back those creepy clown people where spotted and dude really it’s bad!” So we get into the barn and it looks ya know kinda gross and smell HORRIBLE! I make a comment that it smells like copper, like how a lot of old blood would smell. My friend agrees and we split up right, ‘cause we’re dumb. Well They find slaughtered animals in a pit and start freaking out and screaming when I find dead people parts. YUP and I do the smart thing and try to stay calm and hide and be like: “Okay guys, we need to get out of here, this is a bad place--” “AHHHHHHH! RUN!” Then you can hear gun shots and some old deep man voice yelling that we better get off his property or he’ll kill us. So we start to hide, he only thinks there is one person there ‘cause he only hurt my friend freaking out. So I hide in this weird place of the barn next to like his murder machine right? I have on ripped jeans a puffy hoodie and a scarf ‘cause it was kinda cold. My friend is still freaking out trying to get out gathering all his attention when he’s peeking through the windows and shinning his light RIGHT ON ME. I keep still and silent, recording the whole thing still. Not once does he see me. My friend make their get away and break through some side door and as they run away and get chased they scream: “YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN NOW!” Great. Now he knows I’m there. So I have no idea what happened to my friend and I try to get out but he comes back with his buddy to try and find me. I’ve moved spots and he’s shinning his light in being like: “I got a gun you ain’t gunna get outta here a live ya shit.” I’m scared, still recording. After what seems like forever he gets distracted and I manage to sneak out the side of the barn... however I knock something over and he starts coming after me. I’m faster and duck into the woods running as fast as I can. As I’m running away I come to some weird wooden construction sight and start making my way through it, this is where I lose the weird barn guy. I finally have a moment to just clearly walk through all this weird structure. “Okay I think I lost him, I have not idea where ---- is but hopefully they are okay. I just need to get out of here and home. I need to report that guy to the police or something or just...” I go quiet ‘cause now I’m on a weird playground. In this play ground are three figures just standing around on the equipment. All three of them dressed like broken dolls and clowns. I’m freaking out ‘cause HUGE fear of mine. I calmly state to the camera: “Best thing to do in these situations is to not run, they find enjoyment in that just walk calmly and tell some bad jokes they like bad jokes. Try to call someone just ignore them they’ll leave you alone.” So I do just that I walk right past them pulling my phone out as if I was talking to someone: “Yeah and like he told me this joke once.” And I just start telling HORRIBLE dad jokes and the clowns follow slowly behind me but end up leaving me a lone after like A MILE of walking. I finally get away from that place and am now walking through another part of woods near a cemetery and am like panting. I’m almost home, my camera is dead and I’m thirsty. That’s when I noticed I’m being followed again, but this time by a wood nymph looking thing, a ghost boy, and a pro-typical looking anime school kid who’s a cursed being of some sort? It was REALLY weird. I start singing and acting as if like I know theses guys? This is weird the dream flipped into Horror Anime Harem, like all three of these things like Yandere with with me and all wanted me but NO ONE ELSE COULD or they would go all RAWR on them. The wood nyph/fairy girl was my favorite and the ghost boy and cursed child had a thing for each other but both wanted me as well? Well anyway I sing some weird ass song to the fairy to woo her and make her fall in love with me. Something a long the lines of she had a fine ass and pair of tits? things get blurry around here... ‘cause I woke up shortly after like WTF did I just dream man? I want to draw some of these characters ‘cause they looked neat...but boy howdy what the fuck brain?

#dreah talks #words words words #weird ass dream

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surveysonfleek · 6 years ago

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939.

You usually eat supper with your family. You’ve fallen for a friends’ bf/gf before. You’d rather eat fries over salad. You’re a really good gift buyer. You’ve had a cat/dog who had kittens/puppies. You accept every friend request whether you know them or not. You can’t sleep without a blanket. You need very particular conditions to sleep. You’d be comfortable going to the last person you kissed in sweats with no makeup and your hair a mess.�� You bought what you wore today in the past couple of weeks. You’d be able to name all of Santa’s reindeer. You’ve spent HOURS getting prettied up for someone. It takes you forever to pick out outfits for dates. You’ve been friends with someone who moved to a different country. Cafeteria food really is gross. You’ve given someone a hickey before. If you could, you’d start your life over right now. You’ve cried in front of the person you have feelings for. There is someone who makes you smile just thinking about them. 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You wouldn’t date someone much younger than you. You know someone but only their last name - that’s all anyone ever calls them. Your grandparents are way too nosy. You’ve talked to a huge bitch in the past 24 hours. The last person you laughed with is in love. You have blonde streaks through your hair. You often wear ripped jeans. When going out, you wear really low-cut shirts. You’ve cheated before. ^And it made you realize how much you loved your boyfriend. You’re extremely blunt. You’ve been known as a tease. You’re not a bitch unless it’s necessary. You take things really personal sometimes. If a guy screws up one time, you say you’re done. You have hair extensions or have used them before. You wear heels with booty shorts. You have out-played a player. You wear glasses at night. You’ve intentionally made a significant other jealous. ^By getting another guy’s number in front of him. You’re really short. You and your mom are really close. You have been hit by a guy. You have been hit by a girl. You stand up for your friends no matter what. After a break-up, you haven’t been able to move on for a really long time. You’ll dance anywhere at any given time. You’re obsessed with pickles. You’ve been hit on by a guy who already had a girlfriend. You’ve been fired from a job. You always speak your mind, no matter how bitchy you may seem. You find it easier to give up in tough situations. When going on vacations, you pack your shit in garbage bags instead of a suitcase. You call yourself by a nickname that has to do with a celebrity. You scream to get your point across the majority of the time. You’re always in other peoples’ business, and you don’t care. You’ve been guilty of cock-blocking before. Fun is not something you’re a fan of. I’m related to my best friend. I love getting inked. Almost every song reminds me of something/someone. I haven’t traveled much in my life. I have a dailybooth account. I hate when people act like whoever they’re around. Get fucking real. I don’t like taking showers at night. Procrastination is my middle name. I watch My Life as Liz on MTV. I recently got something back I lent to someone. I’ve been to the beach within the past week. I fell asleep watching a movie last night. I really like the band Circa Survive. I use my Twitter everyday. No one ever asks me anything on formspring. I can roll joints like a pro. I’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately. I love seeing cute guys. I don’t like it when people get drunk and call/text me. I hate when my stomach growls in a quiet room. I burp all the time, I don’t think it’s gross at all. I’m missing someone I know I shouldn’t. I watch Intervention. I need to start working out. I hate seeing someone I used to know and having to make awkward small talk. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about politics. The tattoo healing process sucks balls. I’m allergic to my pets. I need some food, pronto. I don’t obsess over celebrities. I don’t look like any celebrities. I like rap music, but I’m not all about it. Going to concerts or shows doesn’t really appeal to me. Someone recently texted me that I’ve been avoiding. I don’t really like having a boyfriend, I like being single most of the time. I hate when I see someone I knew and they completely avoid me. I look a lot different now than I did in middle school. I listen to A Skylit Drive. I watch the show Hoarders, and I’d cry if I lived in a house like that. I can easily relate to people’s situations. Every time I say or hear the word ‘situation’ I think of Mike “The Situation”. ^ I’m a fan of that on Facebook. The thought of contacts makes me want to gag. I think I need glasses. I have driven under the influence I have quit a job I have dyed my hair a completely different color from my natural I have stayed on the phone longer than 3 hours with a boyfriend I have used a Snuggie I have stayed up for more than 48 hours straight I have had a close friend turn into a complete bitch I have read the books Crank & Glass I have been utterly disgusted by what I saw in the mirror I have worn Bullhead jeans I have painted my nails neon colors I have bobbed for apples I have cried just from wanting something to happen so badly I have researched about drugs on the internet I have done more than 3 drugs I have worn a fur coat I have lived in the same country my whole life I have spent an entire day and night on the computer I have stayed up late working on something for school I have creeped on Facebook/MySpace I have had a fake ID I have rode around late at night with a bunch of friends, drunk/high I have worn clogs I have worn Uggs I have eaten banana pancakes I have owned stuff from Bath & Body Works I have worn a scarf during the spring or summertime I have hooked up with a random guy while on vacation I have eaten fried Twinkies I have eaten fried Oreos I have ridden a roller coaster I have woken up with a really dry or sore throat I have hiked a mountain I have rock climber I have gone skydiving I have pretended to like something I didn’t I have pretended to like someone I didn’t I have been nice just to spare feelings I have jogged 2 miles straight I have stayed in my pajamas all day long I have failed an important class I have drank something other than champagne out of a champagne glass I have watched ‘80s TV shows I have beaten a high score on a video game I have been taller than 5'4” I have carved my name into something. I have played at a playground over the age of 13. I have gotten a ‘brain freeze’ I have been to Cabela’s I have been to Ron Jon’s Surf Shop I have written longer than a 5 page paper I have intentionally started a fight with someone I have seen a comedian live I have seen my favorite band live I have organized everything in my room before I’m on the phone. I’m on the phone with a guy friend. My hair is wet. My hair wrapped up in a towel, turban-style. I just got out of the shower. I’m in the living room. The TV is on in the room I’m in. A reality show is currently on. I have a hair tie around my wrist. I am not texting anybody. I’m wearing pajamas. I’m not listening to music. I’m on a laptop. My laptop is plugged in and charging. My toenails are painted. My fingernails aren’t painted. I’m wearing deodorant. I’m drinking water. My cell phone is within reach. I’m not hungry. I’m not sleepy. I’m thinking about someone. I laughed within the past few minutes. I’m on my period. My house smells like coffee. I’m wearing a white shirt. My pants are plaid pajama pants. I’m not wearing socks. I’m not wearing a bra. I’m not wearing a bracelet or necklace. Something on my body itches. I’m procrastinating. I have a zit on my back. I’m sitting on the sofa. My mom is within my line of vision. The light is on in the room I’m in. I should be doing something else. I should be doing school-related stuff. Today is Thursday. It’s night time. It’s dark outside. I’m thirsty. I’m sitting in a comfortable position. My ankles are crossed. My hair isn’t in a ponytail. There’s a song stuck in my head. I’m looking forward to something. My lips aren’t chapped.

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sincerelybluevase · 7 years ago

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Fanfic Friday: Adventures in Faerie, Chapter 7

Thanks to @purple-roses-words-and-love for betaing. The final chapter guys!

“No Mum yet?” Patrick asked as he ran up the hill towards his son.

Timothy shook his head, huddling closer in his coat. The wind had picked up, and now that the sun had dipped low in the sky, painting it orange and purple and pink, the temperature was dropping rapidly.

“Here.” Patrick pulled a sandwich from his pocket and a scarf from his doctor’s bag.

“Thanks, Dad,” Timothy murmured, slinging the scarf around his neck with one hand whilst using the other to bring the food to his mouth. “You’re back faster than I thought.”

“Don’t tell your mother, but I drove a lot faster than is strictly allowed,” Patrick confessed. He had emptied the picnic basket in the trunk and put Teddy inside with an abundance of blankets, putting him on the ground of the car at Angela’s feet. It had hardly been the safest way to transport both children back. He had thought about asking Timothy to come along and hold the baby before deciding that dithering was not going to get them home any faster.

“How are Ange and Teddy?” Timothy asked, putting the last bit of sandwich in his mouth.

“Trixie is watching over them now. She was about to give Teddy a bottle when I left.” He had wanted to take some time to comfort them, to tuck Angela into bed, but there had been no time. He had gathered some blankets, his doctor’s bag, a thermos with hot tea, and some sandwiches, and had driven back as fast as he could.

“Were they terribly upset?”

“Angela stopped crying when Trixie promised her a bedtime story, but she was awfully quiet on the way home.”

Patrick curled his hands into fists to get the blood flowing. The wind was laced by the sharp tang of frost, and nipped at his fingers till they felt like icicles.

“Dad, what do we do now?” Timothy asked, turning his face towards him. “Do we go into the woods and look for her? Do we need to go to the police station and report her as missing, and ask them to help us find her?”

“I don’t think we have time to go to the authorities and explain the situation, not now that the weather is turning so cold,” Patrick sighed, and rubbed his eyes. “I think two things might have happened: your mother has hurt herself and hasn’t come back because she can’t, or she has lost her way and hasn’t found us yet. Maybe both.” He didn’t know which of those alternatives were scarier. She had to be found, and soon; the cold was coming on fast, ready to bite. She must be hungry besides, and thirsty.

“What if she has hurt herself, and we can’t get her out?” Timothy asked, voice low, eyes trained on the swaying trees.

“Let’s deal with the situation we find,” Patrick decided, clutching his bag tight. He handed Timothy a torch and switched his own on. Two thin beams crawled over the springy hill, pale and faint.

“Stay close to me, Tim,” he said as they reached the edge of the forest. The trees cast impossibly long shadows in the setting sunlight. They were sharp and jagged and very dark. The torches sliced them apart like knives, but only temporarily.

“Shelagh? Shelagh, can you hear me?” he called out. His words bounced between the bracken, between the trunks, and came back strangely distorted, like misshapen echoes. He tried his best not to shiver.

“I can’t believe Angela voluntarily went in,” Timothy said, “This place… it scares me, Dad.”

“I don’t like it much either, son,” Patrick confessed.

“How could we ever have picked it as a fairy tale place for a picnic?”

“It looked different on photographs. Less…” –magical? Ominous? – “wild.”

The trees encroached evermore upon the path the further they came. Brambles snaked tendrils over the packed earth, their thorns sharp and as large as teeth.

“Mum?” Timothy called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Mum, where are you?”

Are you?

His words came back sounding harsh and strange, like pebbles flung at them. It sounded as if someone was laughing at them, and Patrick was sure he saw a pale face with large eyes and dark hair in the harsh light of his torch once as he swept the beam over the thick bracken, but when he brought it back, there was nothing there.

“Have you noticed there are no birds here?” Timothy asked, knotting his scarf with trembling hands.

“Maybe they’ve all gone to sleep now that the day is over. Shelagh? Shelagh, if you can hear us, please answer us, darling!”

Patrick ripped his trousers on a particular vicious thorn, and cursed loudly.

“Dad!” Timothy looked at him with huge eyes.

“Sorry. It’s just that… I’m worried,” Patrick said, resisting the urge to stomp on the brambles that were now dressed in a piece of fabric that wasn’t theirs.

The sun had set, and darkness fell fast, sneaking up on them like a predator.

They walked on.

Once, Patrick thought he saw her, saw his Shelagh, and sprinted towards her. He placed his hand on her pale form, only to realise that it was a piece of wood vaguely shaped like a woman. It was wet and rotting, like a tooth, and his hand came away with a strip of bark clinging to it, fingers coated in grime.

He cursed under his breath, and turned back.

For one heart-stopping moment, he could not find the path.

His heart hammered in his chest. Sweat prickled underneath his armpits, at his hairline. He wildly swung his torch, slicing at the night with the pale, cold light.

“Dad?”

The beam of his torch fell upon Timothy’s white face, on his eyes with dark circles underneath.

Patrick let his breath escape between his lips. “Here!” he said, and jogged back to the path, trying not to break out in a full run, even though he was suddenly afraid that something was behind him.

“I thought I lost you!”

“I’m sorry. I thought I saw your mum.”

“We shouldn’t lose the path,” Timothy said.

“Maybe we should throw breadcrumbs,” Patrick tried to quip, but it sounded strained.

They walked on, calling out to Shelagh, the only reply they got the twisted echoes of their own words.

The moon climbed the sky, and stars could be seen between the skeletal branches overhead. A clear night meant colder temperatures, but at least they could still see the path as it bathed in the starlight, in the slices of their torches.

“I don’t know what I am going to do if we don’t find her,” Patrick said after a while.

“We’ll find her,” Timothy said.

Patrick gave him a small smile. He wished he still had that youthful optimism, or at least his son’s grim determination. When Marianne had died, Tim had often awoken in the middle of the night, screaming. Patrick would rush to him and hug him, offering is son to come and sleep in his bed so he wouldn’t be alone, so he wouldn’t be frightened. Timothy doggedly refused. “I’m not a child anymore. Only babies sleep with their parents,” he would say, and even though he clutched Cuthbert to his chest with a small hand, a child’s hand, he would not stir from his bed, preferring to stare at the whispering shadows on the wall till morning came.

Neither of them had gotten much sleep in those days.

It had all gotten better when Shelagh entered their lives, of course. His Shelagh, fiery and determined and kind.

God, I know I am a sporadic believer at best, but if you hear this: please give her back to me, he thought, hating himself for praying. But this was a godless place, and he’d rather call his wife’s God here than those strange creatures Angela insisted peopled these woods.

“We can’t stay out here and search the entire night. If we don’t find her soon…” he said.

“Hush!” Timothy said, pressing his finger against his lips.

“I don’t like this possibility either, but…”

“Dad, be quiet!” Tim hissed, cocking his head as if he heard something.

Patrick frowned, then listened, eyes slipping sideways as he focussed entirely on his hearing. At first, there was only the moaning of the trees around him, the swish of twigs rattled by the wind. Then, very softly, he heard someone call: “Ivy?”

He couldn’t be sure it was her, but who else would be in the forest at this time? His heart beat a painful tattoo in his chest, pumping his blood through his veins till it roared in his ears, taking away all other sounds.

“Shelagh?!” he shouted.

“Mum?” Timothy aimed his torch at the road ahead.

Faintly, almost so hushed that it could have been his imagination, could have been the wind, he heard: “Timothy?”

“Shelagh, it’s us!” Patrick yelled, breaking out into a run. He stumbled over a root and ripped the other leg of his trousers, but he didn’t care. Timothy was close behind him; their feet pounded the sandy road almost in counter-rhythm.

“Patrick?”

“Keep talking!” he shouted, nearly tripping again. His chest was heaving by the time his torch fell on Shelagh’s face, relief making him giddy.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the bright light, raising her hand to block it.

Patrick dropped down beside her. He wanted nothing more than to drape his arms around her, to pull her close and never let go, but he had to see if she was hurt first.

There were worry lines between her eyebrows as she looked at him. He wondered how much of him she could see in the darkness, without her glasses. She was pale, and there was a smear of earth on her cheek.

He placed his hand against her forehead. She shivered, then melted against his hot palm.

“Are you hurt?”

“I twisted my ankle, and I am tired, and very, very thirsty.”

It could have been so much worse…

“You must have been so scared,” he whispered, shrugging out of his coat and draping it around her. He buttoned it close, noting how her dress was wet and filthy.

“Mum!” Timothy flopped down beside her and took her hand, squeezing it very tightly.

“Timothy!”

“We thought you were gone,” Patrick said.

“I thought you were never going to find me,” she said, voice raw. She pressed her free hand against her mouth as a sob tore through her.

“Well, we’re here now,” Timothy said, stroking her hand. The back was red with scratches, as if she had fought with brambles and lost.

“Here,” Patrick said, taking the thermos from his doctor’s bag. He poured some tea in the cup, then guided it to her mouth. She took small sips, sighing as the liquid warmth nestled itself in her belly.

Timothy fished her glasses from his pocket and gave them to her.

“God, I’ve missed them,” Shelagh whispered as she put them on, blinking owlishly.

“We’ve missed you,” Patrick said.

He took her foot in his hand. She had lost her shoe, and her stocking hung in tatters. There was some crusted blood just below her knee, but it looked like no more than a scrape. Her ankle was a different story; the flesh was swollen, and bruises bloomed there. They looked oddly washed out in the light of the torch.

Shelagh let her head drop back and hissed as his thumb pressed into a particular dark bruise.

“Does it hurt?” Timothy asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she said through gritted teeth, smiling at him.

“You can’t walk on it. No wonder you didn’t come back,” Patrick said.

“You must have been so worried, and the children too… Where is Angela? And how is Teddy?” Shelagh asked. Her lips were chapped.

“At home. Trixie is looking after them,” Timothy said.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Patrick placed his hand against her cheek and stroked a stray tear away with his thumb. “Let’s get you out of these infernal woods before we tell you everything, alright? I have blankets in the car, and some food.”

“But we can’t go. There was a little girl here. I can’t leave her here, even if she knows these woods a lot better than I do.” Shelagh got up, curling her hand in his shoulder as she leaned on him. “Ivy?” she called.

“Shelagh, don’t!” Patrick said.

She stumbled and would have fallen if he hadn’t flung his arms around her.

“I’m a bit dizzy,” she murmured.

“You haven’t eaten, and you are dehydrated,” Timothy said.

“Finished that copy of The Lancet, did you?” she asked, giving him a small smile.

“I read it twice,” Timothy said, thrusting his hands in his pockets, “And I’d very much like to read it again, though maybe not tonight.”

“It’ll be tomorrow soon enough,” Patrick said, looking at his watch. “What do you say, Shelagh? Time to get home?”

She looked over her shoulder, face fraught with worry. “But that little girl…” She shook her head, as if getting rid of a bothersome thought. “Never mind.”

Patrick took her in his arms gently, afraid of hurting her further. She smelled of milk and pines and perfume.

Timothy picked up the torches and the bag and went ahead of them, illuminating the road.

“Are you going to carry me all the way? You’ll just throw out your back, darling,” Shelagh murmured, placing her face against his throat.

“It’ll keep me warm. Who would’ve thought that you would be a coat thief as well as a shirt thief?” he grinned, kissing her temple.

She smiled. “You gave it to me voluntarily, darling.” She touched the back of his neck with an icy hand. “I mean it. You will just hurt yourself. I can limp.”

“Do you honestly think I will let you limp your way to the car after I’ve left you here for hours? Do you think I will let you go now that I’ve found you again? Because you don’t know me very well if you think that, love,” he said.

“No,” she murmured, “No, I don’t.”

Patrick put Shelagh on the backseat, so she could keep her wounded ankle up. He covered her in blankets, and gave her a sandwich and the rest of the thermos to wash it down.

Timothy told her what had happened to Angela as they drove home. Shelagh answered their questions about her own misadventures as best as she could. She told them how she had chased after Angela, but had lost their daughter, how she had tripped over a root and hurt her ankle, making it impossible to go back.

“But you were on the path when we found you,” Timothy pointed out.

“I climbed back up.”

“With your ankle all swollen?” Timothy asked, eyebrows raised so high they almost met his hairline.

“I had help. There was a girl called Ivy, and she helped me.”

“Angela mentioned a girl called Ivy, too. She said she wasn’t nice at all, but scary, with feet that looked like hands.”

“She had strange feet, yes.”

Patrick suppressed a shudder. “No such thing as children with four hands,” he murmured.

“Maybe I’m just confused,” Shelagh agreed, voice low.

They didn’t talk again till they came home.

Timothy helped his mum up the stairs as Patrick thanked Trixie and let her out.

“Is she alright?” Trixie asked, eyes very big and kind.

“A twisted ankle. She was cold, and slightly dehydrated too, of course, but I think it’s nothing that time won’t heal,” Patrick said.

“I’m glad. It could have ended very differently, you know,” she said, giving him a smile and stepping out into the street to where her bike was parked.

“Oh, I know,” Patrick whispered.

He closed the door and rubbed his eyes. Part of him wanted to crawl back into the car and look at the sky, let the stars and the moon mesmerize him till he forgot that he could very well have lost his wife today.

Again.

Another part, stronger than the first, made him go upstairs and look at his children.

Teddy was sleeping, chest falling and rising steadily as Patrick rested his hand there for a moment.

Angela’s hair was spread out like a fan on her pillow, glowing like gold in the light of the hallway that slipped into her room. She opened her eyes as he came in, and blinked groggily.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“Yes, Angel girl. I’m sorry I woke you. I just wanted to say that Mummy is back, and she is alright.” He sat down on the edge and stroked her head, fingertips fanning out against her scalp, pressing lightly.

“I know,” Angela murmured, rubbing her eyes with two chubby hands.

“You did?”

“She came to kiss me goodnight. She smelled like the woods. I was afraid it wasn’t her for a moment, but she smelled like milk, too, and she touched my head like only you and Mummy do, so then I knew it really was her.”

“Ah,” Patrick said.

“I told her about Ivy. She said she met her, too.”

“Did she?”

“Yes. I told her I thought Ivy was mean and scary, not like Juniper and Anemone and Evergreen at all.”

“And what did your mother say?” Patrick asked.

“That she was a fairy girl all right, but she was just lonely, and she didn’t mean any of it that way. She said it was good I didn’t give her my real name, and that I gave her some bread. She said she was proud of me.”

“Of course she’s proud of you, Angela. I’m proud, too,” he said. He kissed her forehead, and was about to close her bedroom door, when she asked: “Daddy, are you upset with me?”

“Upset with you?”

“For talking about fairies, and for making Mummy go missing,” she said, not looking at him. She put Cuthbert the Second against her face, inhaling his scent.

“Oh, Angela, of course not.” He sat down next to her again.

“Mummy said I should not talk about fairies with you anymore. She says you find it upsetting,” she whispered, voice muffled through Cuthbert’s ear. “She says you don’t believe in them.”

Didn’t he? He could chalk Shelagh’s rambling about them up to confusion caused by dehydration, but how, then, could he explain that both his wife and his daughter talked about the same fairy? They had never mentioned this particular fairy girl before.

Patrick sighed. “Come here, you.”

She sat up and curled against his side. He tucked her under his arm and kissed her head, still warm from sleep.

“Do you remember what we said about God?”

She nodded. “Mummy says He’s there, but you can’t see Him, and that some people need to see to believe. She says that you don’t always know about God for sure.”

“And does that stop her from talking about Him, and believing in Him?”

Angela shook her head.

“I think it might be the same thing with fairies, Angel girl. I have never seen one, so I don’t know for sure whether they exist. Maybe they do. Maybe, one day, I’ll see one, and I know you and your Mum have been right all along. In the meantime, just don’t wander off again without telling us.” He kissed her head once more.

“I didn’t mean to, Daddy, but she made me. Ivy made me,” Angela said, curling her hands into Cuthbert’s matted ears.

Patrick wondered what it was like to believe like that with all your heart.

“Well, we won’t go back to that forest any time soon, don’t you worry,” he said, and tucked her in again.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” she whispered, eyelids fighting a losing battle against sleep.

“Goodnight, darling girl,” he said.

Timothy was already in bed, sprawled on his belly, soft snores issuing from his mouth. Patrick grinned, and pulled a blanket over him, stroking his hair. His son had made him proud today. He had kept a cool head when Patrick had felt like weeping, and had waited for hours at the gnarled oak without complaint, probably only with the occasional eye-roll. Tim was a man now. Well, almost.

He found Shelagh in the bathtub, hugging her knees to her chest. Her dirty clothes lay in a heap next to the bath. Her glasses perched on the sink, already misted over. She had washed her hair, and it lay plastered against her neck, one tendril curling against her throat.

“Shelagh?”

She looked at him, and gave him a weary smile. “The children are asleep,” she said.

“Yes.” He knelt down next to her and touched her shoulder. For a moment, he didn’t know where to start, so many feelings mingling in his belly that he didn’t know what he felt at all.

“You must be tired,” she said, pushing his floppy hair from his forehead with a small hand.

He enveloped it with his own, then kissed it and pressed it over the cavity where his heart beat for her.

“Shelagh, I am so, so sorry. This should have been a fun day, and instead it turned into a nightmare.”

She looked at him with moist eyes, then cupped his face. “You don’t have to apologise, Patrick. It is not your fault; it is mine.”

He knit is eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, Patrick,” she sighed, “I should have been honest with you. I should have talked to you about my childhood instead of tucking it away and pretending all was well. I can’t help but feel that you wouldn’t have done all of this if you hadn’t felt as if I was hiding something from you. I should have told you I was a lonely child.”

“But Shelagh, I knew that.”

She blinked in surprise. “You knew?”

“I guessed there was a very real possibility, in any case. That’s why I wanted to give you this day: so you could make a new memory with fairies, one that was happy.”

“I didn’t know,” she said.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me, darling?” Patrick asked, stroking her knuckles. There were dark circles underneath her nails.

“Because I didn’t want you to pity me,” she murmured, voice low, eyes trained on the cake of soap that glistened in its holder.

“Shelagh, didn’t you want me to take care of you?”

“I don’t know,” she confessed, rubbing her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t think you are capable to help me when I need it; it’s just that I prefer not to need help at all, because if I don’t need help, it means nothing is out of sorts. It means I am doing fine, and I am not hurting, or at least I’m not hurting so much that I can’t manage.”

He remembered when the doctors had told her of her infertility, and he had tried his best to look after her. She had been up and about as soon as she could, insisting on doing housework even though the red line on her abdomen had been more wound than scar. She had wanted things to go back to normal as soon as possible. Patrick suddenly felt like an absolute fool for not realising it sooner.

He stood, and pulled his tie off, fingers stumbling on the tight knot for a second before he managed to wrench the blasted thing free.

“What are you doing?” Shelagh asked as he pulled his jumper over his head and threw it down.

“Getting in the bath with you.”

“But…”

“No complaints, Mrs. Turner. You need to put that poor ankle of yours up, and how exactly are you going to wash yourself in that position?” he said, voice serious but eyes twinkling.

“Patrick, everything will get wet,” she softly scolded him, but she still scooted over so he could get in behind her and bracket her with his legs. The water was hot and soapy.

“Ankle up,” he ordered her. He was pretty sure she rolled her eyes at him, but she did as he told her, and leaned against his chest. He slung his arms around her and kissed her temple.

“I thought you were going to wash me.”

“All things in due course, or do you have an appointment with a certain fairy that lives in our garden?” he quipped.

She didn’t laugh. “Today was very strange, Patrick,” she said instead. “And I know you don’t believe in fairies at all, but I would swear I met one today, even though I often think that the fairies of my childhood must have been figments of my imagination. “

“Maybe they do exist. Who knows?”

She sat up and turned around to look at him. “You don’t believe that,” she said.

He shrugged. “We learn new things about the world every day. Maybe one day we will find conclusive proof of whether fairies exist. Maybe we never will. Until then, we can’t know for sure,” he said.

“No,” she agreed.

Patrick picked up a sponge and dipped it in the water. “All I know for now is that you’ve had a horrible day,” he said, gently wiping the dirt from a bruise on her back.

“I’d like to see it more as an adventure,” she decided.

“An adventure in Faerie,” Patrick smiled.

He washed her shoulders, her back, her arms and legs. She had quite the collection of bruises, blooming purple and blue under her skin, and there were scratches on the backs of her hands, but she didn’t complain once.

He fetched a chair for her to sit on as he towelled her dry, but she refused, telling him she wasn’t that old or that wounded just yet. Instead, she leaned on the edge of the bath as he wiped away the beads of moisture that clung to her.

Shelagh hissed when he touched her breasts.

“Sensitive?” he asked.

“Teddy’s feeding is long overdue. I wanted to wash first, but I’m afraid I’ll have to wake him up before I can even think of sleeping.”

“He won’t complain. Trixie said he didn’t much care for the tin of formula she brought.”

Patrick knelt in front of her and kissed her belly. It wasn’t as tight anymore as before her pregnancy, and there were red marks still. He wondered if they would turn silver in time, like the line from her surgery had done.

She carded a hand through his hair as he kissed the soft flesh. “No funny business tonight, Doctor Turner,” she murmured, stroking the tip of his ear with her thumb.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he answered, brushing her hip teasingly as he slid the towel over her legs.

“I had hoped for some when I got up this morning,” Shelagh confessed, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smirked at him.

“I bet you did,” he laughed, and kissed her knee. “It is one of the perks of having a younger wife.”

“Patrick?”

He looked up, and met her eyes, blue and liquid and soft. “Yes?”

“I’ll do better next time. I’ll let you take care of me when I need it.”

“You already are doing better, love,” he said. She smiled at that.

He got into his pyjamas, helped her into her nightdress, then carried her to bed, propping her hurt foot up with a pillow. Teddy was fussing when he handed him to her.

“Look at you, all grumpy because dinner wasn’t to your liking,” Shelagh said, and kissed his head as she pulled her nightdress down.

“I’ll throw your dress and slip out,” Patrick decided.

“You’ll do no such thing. I’ve already ruined a pair of stockings and I lost a shoe. I’m sure that slip and dress can be salvaged,” she told him.

“I’ll let them soak, then, before everything smells of wet earth and sour milk.”

He’d have to clean the bathroom tomorrow too, he reasoned, and ask Tim to pick up some groceries as he came back from school. They’d all have to pull a little more than their usual weight with Shelagh in no fit state to walk, at least not for a little while.

He picked the dirty garments from the floor to put them in the sink.

Something fell on the bathroom tiles with a soft, metallic clink. Patrick grunted as he squatted, hand closing on something small and cool.

“That looks like the one Angela got today,” he murmured, rolling the silver charm between the folds of his palm. The little bell chimed merrily.

A sudden gust of wind howled around the house, carrying the sound of someone giggling. A shiver ran along his vertebrae. “Just the wind, “Patrick told himself. He dumped the dress and slip in the sink, trying not to look over his shoulder as he filled it with water. The back of his neck prickled, as if something was watching him.

He put the charm in his pocket.

Should he tell Angela he had found it? Should he tell Shelagh it had come from her clothes?

Patrick shook his head. No, he’d give it to his daughter in a few days, and claim it was a new one.

After all, there were only so many fairy-related adventures one family could go through in one day.

If you guys liked the vibe of this story, maybe check out some of my fairy tale retellings!

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You’re at least a little bit cold right now. You would decline if the last person you kissed proposed to you. You’ve shaved your legs in the past 24 hours. The last person you called knows your parents. ‘I love you’ was said in your last relationship. Your best friend is in love. There is food in your room right now. Your friends like your current bf/gf/crush. You always forget to put your seatbelt on. You text the person you like. Your birthday is past the 10th of its month. You’ve had a bf/gf forget your birthday. Chicken soup really does make you feel better when you’re sick. You celebrated the one month in your last relationship. Your best friend has had their heart broken recently. You usually eat supper with your family. You’ve fallen for a friends’ bf/gf before. You’d rather eat fries over salad. You’re a really good gift buyer. You’ve had a cat/dog who had kittens/puppies. You accept every friend request whether you know them or not. You can’t sleep without a blanket. You need very particular conditions to sleep. You’d be comfortable going to the last person you kissed in sweats with no makeup and your hair a mess. You bought what you wore today in the past couple of weeks. You’d be able to name all of Santa’s reindeer. You’ve spent HOURS getting prettied up for someone. It takes you forever to pick out outfits for dates. You’ve been friends with someone who moved to a different country. Cafeteria food really is gross. You’ve given someone a hickey before. If you could, you’d start your life over right now. You’ve cried in front of the person you have feelings for. There is someone who makes you smile just thinking about them. You’ve found a friend’s mom/dad very good looking before. You’d rather live without TV than without makeup. You’d rather live without your parents than without your siblings. Someone has once told you you’re the most important person in their life. You’ve worn a matching Halloween costume with someone before. Your hair is in need of a wash right now. You know that someone has feelings for you right now. You believe you’ve met your soul mate already. You know what you’re being for Halloween already. Someone calls you cute/beautiful/etc on a daily basis. There were other people there during your last kiss. You’ve kissed someone right after they smoked pot. You’ve dated someone at work, broke up, and had VERY awkward times there. You can see some kind of liquid from where you’re sitting. You’ve been set up on a HORRIBLE blind date before. The last person you hugged is single. You’ve seen the last person you texted drunk. Your last relationship was ended pretty much mutually. You wouldn’t date someone much younger than you. You know someone but only their last name Your grandparents are way too nosy. You’ve talked to a huge bitch in the past 24 hours. The last person you laughed with is in love. You have blonde streaks through your hair. You often wear ripped jeans. When going out, you wear really low-cut shirts. You’ve cheated before. And it made you realize how much you loved your boyfriend. You’re extremely blunt. You’ve been known as a tease. You’re not a bitch unless it’s necessary. You take things really personal sometimes. If a guy screws up one time, you say you’re done. You have hair extensions or have used them before. You wear heels with booty shorts. You have out-played a player. You wear glasses at night. You’ve intentionally made a significant other jealous. By getting another guy’s number in front of him. You’re really short. You and your mom are really close. You have been hit by a guy. You have been hit by a girl. You stand up for your friends no matter what. After a break-up, you haven’t been able to move on for a really long time. You’ll dance anywhere at any given time. You’re obsessed with pickles. You’ve been hit on by a guy who already had a girlfriend. You’ve been fired from a job. You always speak your mind, no matter how bitchy you may seem. You find it easier to give up in tough situations. When going on vacations, you pack your shit in garbage bags instead of a suitcase. You call yourself by a nickname that has to do with a celebrity. You scream to get your point across the majority of the time. You’re always in other peoples’ business, and you don’t care. You’ve been guilty of cock-blocking before. Fun is not something you’re a fan of.

*****

I’m related to my best friend. I love getting inked. Almost every song reminds me of something/someone. I haven’t traveled much in my life. I have a dailybooth account. I hate when people act like whoever they’re around. Get fucking real. I don’t like taking showers at night. Procrastination is my middle name. I watch My Life as Liz on MTV. I recently got something back I lent to someone. I’ve been to the beach within the past week. I fell asleep watching a movie last night. I really like the band Circa Survive. I use my Twitter everyday. No one ever asks me anything on formspring. I can roll joints like a pro. I’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately. I love seeing cute guys. I don’t like it when people get drunk and call/text me. I hate when my stomach growls in a quiet room. I burp all the time, I don’t think it’s gross at all. I’m missing someone I know I shouldn’t. I watch Intervention. I’m always drinking Coca-Cola. I need to start working out. I hate seeing someone I used to know and having to make awkward small talk. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about politics. The tattoo healing process sucks balls. I’m allergic to my pets. I need some food, pronto. I don’t obsess over celebrities. I don’t look like any celebrities. I like rap music, but I’m not all about it. Going to concerts or shows doesn’t really appeal to me. Someone recently texted me that I’ve been avoiding. I don’t really like having a boyfriend, I like being single most of the time. I hate when I see someone I knew and they completely avoid me. I look a lot different now than I did in middle school. I listen to A Skylit Drive. I watch the show Hoarders, and I’d cry if I lived in a house like that. I can easily relate to people’s situations. Every time I say or hear the word ‘situation’ I think of Mike “The Situation”. I’m a fan of that on Facebook. The thought of contacts makes me want to gag. I think I need glasses.

*****

I have driven under the influence I have quit a job I have dyed my hair a completely different color from my natural I have stayed on the phone longer than 3 hours with a boyfriend I have used a Snuggie I have stayed up for more than 48 hours straight I have had a close friend turn into a complete bitch I have read the books Crank & Glass I have been utterly disgusted by what I saw in the mirror I have worn Bullhead jeans I have painted my nails neon colors I have bobbed for apples I have cried just from wanting something to happen so badly I have researched about drugs on the internet I have worn a fur coat I have lived in the same country my whole life I have spent an entire day and night on the computer I have stayed up late working on something for school I have creeped on Facebook/MySpace I have had a fake ID I have rode around late at night with a bunch of friends, drunk/high I have worn clogs I have worn Uggs I have eaten banana pancakes I have owned stuff from Bath & Body Works I have worn a scarf during the spring or summertime I have hooked up with a random guy while on vacation I have eaten fried Twinkies I have eaten fried Oreos I have ridden a roller coaster I have woken up with a really dry or sore throat I have hiked a mountain I have rock climbed I have gone skydiving I have pretended to like something I didn’t I have pretended to like someone I didn’t I have been nice just to spare feelings I have jogged 2 miles straight I have stayed in my pajamas all day long I have failed an important class I have drank something other than champagne out of a champagne glass I have watched ‘80s TV shows I have beaten a high score on a video game I have been taller than 5'4” I have carved my name into something. I have played at a playground over the age of 13. I have gotten a ‘brain freeze’ I have been to Cabela’s I have been to Ron Jon’s Surf Shop I have written longer than a 5 page paper I have intentionally started a fight with someone I have seen a comedian live I have seen my favorite band live I have organized everything in my room before

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I’m on the phone. I’m on the phone with a guy friend. My hair is wet. My hair wrapped up in a towel, turban-style. I just got out of the shower. I’m in the living room. The TV is on in the room I’m in. A reality show is currently on. I have a hair tie around my wrist. I am not texting anybody. I’m wearing pajamas. I’m not listening to music. I’m on a laptop. My laptop is plugged in and charging. My toenails are painted. My fingernails aren’t painted. I’m wearing deodorant. I’m drinking water. My cell phone is within reach. I’m not hungry. I’m not sleepy. I’m thinking about someone. I laughed within the past few minutes. I’m on my period. My house smells like coffee. I’m wearing a white shirt. My pants are plaid pajama pants. I’m not wearing socks. I’m not wearing a bra. I’m not wearing a bracelet or necklace. Something on my body itches. I’m procrastinating. I have a zit on my back. I’m sitting on the sofa. My mom is within my line of vision. The light is on in the room I’m in. I should be doing something else. I should be doing school-related stuff. Today is Thursday. It’s night time. It’s dark outside. I’m thirsty. I’m sitting in a comfortable position. My ankles are crossed. My hair isn’t in a ponytail. There’s a song stuck in my head. I’m looking forward to something. My lips aren’t chapped.

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