#she became a nurse to have control over people's lives!!!

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do people realise that you can like characters without having to morally defend them??

like misty quigley is a fantastic character - she's awkward, can be sweet, disturbing, cruel, ruthless, intelligent, dorky. there's a lot of layers to her character, just like every character on yellowjackets.

and you are allowed to like her for all her complexities! she is not real! you are not supporting an actual cannibalistic, elder abusing, serial killer! she is a well written character and you do not have to try to convince random strangers on the internet that she is simply "misunderstood"

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Take It Out On Me Part 27 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warning: Soft Doms Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, a bit softer than the norm with these two but she's preggo so lol FLUFF, they love her and the little one. We find out the gender and get a name for da baby.

ANGST, Steve's dad makes an asshole cameo, the three of them confront the other parents to tell them reader is pregnant. Those are the biggies. Not my normal level of angst :)

Word Count: 4696

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“Hey guys. Thank you for coming and please have a seat.”, Steve instructs your parents as he gestures towards the couch where Wayne was already waiting. 

“Okay…is everything alright?”, your mother asks in a worried tone.

“Yeah, everything’s ok, Mrs. Y/L/N.”, Eddie answers as he sits in one of the chairs they placed on either side of yours. 

The three of you came up with a game plan since the last time all the parents were addressed it didn’t end well. You were going to do the bulk of the speaking when it came to your parents but if they addressed one of the boys or reacted as they had before, Eddie and Steve would take over to promptly end the conversation. They weren’t going to allow you to be hurt again especially after your hospital visit. 

Now they had two lives they needed to look after and protect.

Once your mom and dad were seated, you smiled as you handed your mom a little envelope and back away to take a seat near your protectors. 

No one says a word as she opens the paper and pulls out its contents. Your eyes close as you physically prepare for the fallout and you hear your mother heavily exhale.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“H-How? I don’t…I thought you were on the pill? At least…I mean…you told me you were.”

Your father cringes at your mom’s words as he continues to process what he’s hearing.

“I am…was…Before we went to Italy, we had an incident where they needed to switch the birth control. The nurse told us to wait a week but my doctor said that was wrong.”

“What?!”, your mother and Wayne exclaimed at the same time causing you to recoil a bit. 

Steve petted your head to calm you, assuring you everything was still alright.

“That’s more than just being wrong, sweetheart. Jesus, what is your doctor doing? Did she fire that nurse?”, Eddie’s uncle asked with what you could immediately tell was genuine concern.

“She said she was going to talk to her—”

“She needs to more than that! I’ll go down there and talk to them myself—”

As you folded more into yourself, Eddie glanced at Steve ready to jump in; the other boy agreeing.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, please, with all due respect we need everyone here to be calm—”

“And how do we do that, Steven?”, your father asked sharply. “This is a pretty big fucking deal.”

“Well, you better fucking figure it out because we’ve already had one scare that put her in the hospital and it won’t happen again!”, Eddie growled. 

“What?! I don’t…what happened…why didn’t anyone call us!? Edward, she’s our daughter!”

“And she’s our wife!” Everyone became silent at the metalhead’s outburst as he blinked realizing what he said. “Girlfriend…she’s our girlfriend…That we have never abandoned but you have. WE needed to make sure she was safe first.”

“Is the baby ok?”, Wayne asked, breathing a sigh of relief when you nodded. 

“She panicked and, again, for fear of how people would react tried to break up with us. She was so stressed…she was in pain…”, Steve relays as his jaw tightens hating the memory. 

“So, I’m assuming because this was an accident you don’t know who’s the father?”, your dad asked as he stood up and began pacing. 

“Please don’t call my baby an accident.”, you whimper. 

“He’s OURS and we love him.”, Eddie announced making you smile softly. 

“Could they get a sex?”

“Oh, no, Wayne, it’s still too early. I’d call that parent’s intuition.”, you mom responds flashing a grin his way. 

“Ok, Bev, I’m trying really hard but I need to be the reality check here. She just graduated college, Steve works at a video store, Eddie works at a record store. How are they going to take care of a child?”

“Mr. C offered to let me continue interning for him and then next school year I could teach if the principal still wants to hire me.”

“Robin and I have a plan together for the non-profit. We actually have meetings with investors within these next couple of months.”

“That’s amazing, Steve.”, Eddie’s uncle praises making the boy smile in appreciation. “And you, Ed? Last I spoke with you, you were working to get recording time.”

“Yeah, the guys and I have a lot of money saved. We’re hoping within the next month we can get something out. Funds have slowed a bit since I started putting money aside for Y/N.”

“What about the birth certificate? You both can’t put your names on there.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Oh, Steven? Have you already crossed the bridge of your feelings about how this child is going to have one of your genes? How it might cause animosity that this kid looks a bit more like one man than the other?  How it could drive you crazy to NOT know.”

Eddie steps forward squaring his shoulder as he comes toe to toe with your father. 

“That’s OUR kid. I don’t care if he’s biologically mine or Steve’s. As long as he’s happy and healthy…as long as he knows BOTH his father’s love him…no matter what. I don’t fucking care.”

The other man places his palm on his friend’s chest to calm him, pushing him back towards you. 

“Are you going to tell Bill?”, your mom inquires. “With the way he reacted about Y/N, I’m sure he’ll take this well.”, she says sarcastically. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything. They haven’t been in my life for over 4 years.”

“I know, baby, but you should give them the chance. At least your mom…”

“I’d go with you but your dad placed a restraining order on me.”, your father sighs as he places his hands on his hips. “Don’t laugh at me, Beverly.”

“I can’t help it, Robert.”

“Are you mad at me?” Your voice cuts through the room as both boys back up so you can see your parents. 

“No, honey. We aren’t mad. We’re just concerned but like Mr. Munson here we want our daughter to be happy and healthy.”, your mother coos as she gets up to hug you tightly to her. 

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“Ok, so tell me again what else you need?”, Masie asks as you two browse the baby section of the store you two were walking around. 

“The most expensive thing we need is a crib. Besides that, um, a stroller, a car seat…my mom said we can’t have enough bottles.”, you giggle. “I was thinking for the baby’s room, maybe, we could do like a Wizard of Oz thing. Wayne told me a story about how that book always comforted Eddie.”

“I can do that. Did they have a preference or…”

“No, they said I should just do whatever I wanted.”, you giggle. 

It had been a couple of months since you guys talked to your parents and the reality of everything was beginning to set in. The first time you felt him move you cried for an hour scaring the boys to death. 

“Is…is this normal?”, Steve asked as he petted your head. 

“Yeah, I’m just so happy. We’re having a baby.”, you sob.

“Oh, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckles as he pulls you to his chest. 

“What do you think, little dude? Do you want bottles with lions or elephants?”, Masie inquires as she leans down to speak directly to your tummy making you laugh harder. “Both? Sounds good.”

“Maze—”

“Nope. I won’t hear it. I’m buying these for my new little best friend.”

“Your nephew.”, you correct. Your best friend pauses as she straightens up and her eyes meet your own. “Masie, you’ve been with me since kindergarten and through all of my chaos. You’re my sister and I love you.”

She wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek when she finally pulls away. 

The sudden sound of glass breaking catches your attention as you both turn towards the noise coming face to face with Mrs. Harrington’s wide-eyed expression. Without addressing you, she abruptly swivels around, dropping everything in her hands as she powerwalks out of the store.

***

Steve was already pacing in the living room mentally preparing himself when the sound of loud banging on the front door echoed through the house. 

After kissing his lips, you and Eddie backed away to allow him to take control as he casually began opening the door to his home. Before he could do anything about it, his father burst through uninvited, huffing as his wild eyes landed on you.

“How dare you, you little whore!”

As he began charging your way, the metalhead pushed you behind him as Steve slid between him and his father to cut him off. 

“No. If you want to talk we can talk but you will NOT speak to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her any way I see fit! I’ve put up with this farse long enough, Steven. This is not a relationship, you three aren’t married, and that bastard doesn’t belong to you both!”

Before anyone could do anything about it, the younger Harrington’s fist flew knocking his father to the floor. 

“Eddie…”, you whispered in fear, gripping his arm. 

He could feel the worry you had for them practically radiating from you and his protective mode instantly kicked in. 

“Don’t move.”, he commanded, stepping forward to place himself beside his friend. “Get out.”, Eddie growled as he yanked Mr. Harrington to his feet and shoved him towards the door. 

“You’re done, son. I’m cutting you off. No more installments into your account, no more inheritance from me or your mother. Nothing, do you hear me, NOTHING will go to that thing. I don’t care if it is biologically yours.”

“Fine. I don’t need anything from you, Bill. You both weren’t there for the worst moment in my life. What makes you think I’d want you there for the best? I can’t wait to be father so I can be nothing like you. Now…GET…OUT!”

As soon as his father left, you wrapped your arms around Steve’s waist and clung to him as his arms remained at his sides. 

“Are you alright, man?”, Eddie asked as he came up beside you both. 

You could feel it coming off his agitated frame as your cheek rose and fell with each heavy breath of his chest. He was furious. 

He was angry that his father was despicable and continued to hurt him even now. He was pissed that anyone, let alone his own blood called his baby that he already loved so much a ‘bastard’ and a ‘thing’. Steve felt betrayed by his mother who immediately ran to her husband knowing how he’d react without coming to speak with him herself. He wanted to kill him for disrespecting you and even THINKING he could charge at you to lay his hands on you. 

But more than anything, he was hurt that both his parents still didn’t seem to give a damn about him or his happiness. 

Tilting back, your palms cup his face as he continues to look past you into the void.

“Daddy, baby, look at me.”

It took him a few seconds and some more soft murmurs before his eyes glassy eyes met yours.

“I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve the bullshit he puts you through. I know you’re a good man and I have no doubt you’ll be an amazing father.” When his forehead presses against yours, you feel his breathing begin to calm. “It’s ok, honey. You can still use me.”

Glancing towards Eddie, he waits for his friend to give him a nod letting him know he thought it would be ok. You three were still intimate but it was much softer than before. They didn’t want to trigger another episode or hurt you too much even after getting the ok from your doctor. 

Since that point a lot had happened and all of you were just genuinely too exhausted to do anything more than cuddle. 

Lifting you into his arms, Steve carried you to the bedroom and laid you on your back horizontally across the mattress. After tearing away your clothes, he opened your legs wide and spit into your cunt before falling onto his side next to you and sliding his arm under your head for you to use as a pillow. On impulse you raised one of your legs in the air and his heavy breathing warmed your cheek as he guided his cock inside of you. 

As his fingers dug into your thigh, he set a rough pace as he absorbed the feeling of being inside you like this again. Glancing to your other side, you watched as Eddie came around the bed and knelt down by your head. Your fingers reached for him but he shook his head as he tenderly took hold of both sides of yours and turned it till you were facing the other man. 

“He needs you right now, sweetheart.”, he whispered in your ear as he gently played with your hair that hung over the end of the mattress. 

“Mmm—feels so good, Sir.”

“Yeah, baby? You’re going to cum already? It’s been a while since we’ve been able to take care of you, huh.”

Steve abruptly pulls out of you and shuffles around till you feel his tongue rapidly flick your clit as two of his fingers thrust in and out of your core.

“Fuck! Daddy, please.”

Placing your hand on the back of his head, you hold him to you as your back arches off the bed and you cum, groaning as he drank you in. 

“Color, baby?”

“Green, Sir…Fuck…”

After taping your pussy with his length and making you twitch at the feeling, he slides himself inside of you again, stretching your leg up his chest so he could cling to your thigh for leverage as he pounded into you. 

Eddie continued to gently kiss your forehead, cheek, or any other part of your skin he could reach with his lips. 

“Right there, Daddy. Just like that. Fuck, I love you so much.”

 Steve’s pace suddenly slowed and your eyes locked as he blinked as if coming back into the moment. Dropping your leg to the side, you promptly wrapped it around his waist as he leaned down till his head was by your ear. 

“I’m not…too heavy…am I?”, he panted.

“No, Daddy. You feel perfect against me.”

“I love you, Y/N. I’m so s-sorry for how my family treats you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Threading your fingers in his hair, you held him as tightly as you could as you rolled your hips underneath him encouraging him to continue. 

“It’s ok, Steve. All—All I care about is how they make you feel. I’m sorry—fuck—I’m sorry they can’t see what an amazing man you are.” Finding his rhythm again, the bed began to subtly shake as his cock abused your g-spot. “Oh my god. Just like that, Daddy.”

With Eddie having long moved out of the way, Steve’s palm clung to the sheets next to your head as he groans. 

“Fuck, baby. You wanna cum with Daddy?”

Nodding your head, your nails drag down his back as your pussy quivers around him and the coil snaps. Grunting at the feeling, he slowed his movements but not his intensity as he slammed his seed inside of your cunt. 

“Good girl. Shit, you feel so good. Do…Do you need anything?”

“Water.”

“10 steps ahead of you, sweetheart. Here, sit up and drink this.”, Eddie instructs as he hands you a glass that you knock back. “Whoa, whoa. Babe, you’re going to throw up. Slow down.”

“Thirsty.”

“Jesus, Steven. Fucking fucked the vocabulary out of our girl here.”

You and Steve giggle as he takes your cup and leaves to get you more. 

“Can we take a bath? I’m a little sore.”

“Yeah, honey, of course.”

Carefully guiding you out of bed, the former jock fills the tub with warm water as the metalhead comes back with more for you to drink. 

“Slow, baby. Good girl.”

As soon as everything is ready and the bathroom is smelling like sand on a beach, Steve takes your hand and helps you in, placing himself behind you as he cleans you and gently massages your lower back. 

When he abruptly pauses you can’t help but giggle when you take hold of his palm and move it back over your tummy. 

“He loves you both. Every time you talk or touch me, he does a little dance.” Eddie sits on the floor outside the tub and places his hand beside Steve’s. “Say something.”

“Listen, little rockstar, I know you’ve heard a lot of craziness out here but I promise it won’t be that chaotic. Whoa.”, he breathes when something pushes up towards them. “We love you, dude.”

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“Ok, are we all ready to find out what this baby is?!”, Masie shouts from her spot at the end of the table in your backyard. 

Today was the afternoon of the baby shower and you were so grateful for everyone that came. You half expected people to treat you differently but just like your reception you threw for the boys so many people came to celebrate this new milestone with you.

Your family from New York surprised you by coming down to see you, the family, and what the new edition would be. Your uncle loved Masie, helping her get things together for the party and decorating. Your parents and Eddie’s mother came as well with her little ones which the metalhead loved watching you interact with. 

As Wayne held the string to lift the pinata that read “The Baby Is…” off the ground, you gave the large bat to one of his half-sisters and spun her around making her giggle. Robin and Mr. C stood as far out of the way as possible enjoying the view but trying not to get whacked in the process. 

“Op! You have to swing harder than that!”

With one final hard hit your mouth fell open in shock as pink confetti and candy hit the ground. 

While everyone cheered, your eyes met theirs as they smiled and shrugged.

“I guess we’re having a girl!”, Steve beams as he comes around to give you a hug. 

***

You giggle from your spot at the sink as you continue to wash some of the dishes from that evening. Steve said he just needed a minute to rest and the next thing you knew, you heard him snoring on the couch with his arm slung over his eyes. 

“I’m telling you. Kid sleeps like a rock.”, Eddie grins as he enters the room and tosses some trash into the bag nearby. “Did you have a good day, sweetheart?”

“I did. It was nice to have some fun without all the drama we’ve been dealing with. What about you?”

“Yeah, I had a good day to. My favorite part was watching you with my siblings. You’re going to be an amazing mom.” The way he said that gave you pause as you turned off the facet and dried your hands. “I know we always talk about how Steve and I aren’t going to be like our dads but I hope you know that even though you love your family very much there are some things that will be different and that’s ok, baby.”

Blinking back your emotions, you wrap your arms around him as he lifts you off your feet. 

“I don’t want her to ever feel unloved.”, you murmur into his chest making him smile as he tilts back your head to kiss your lips. 

“She won’t because her mom and dads already love her so much. I can’t wait to meet her. I’m going to show her Dio and Judas and—ow!”, he teases when you lightly smack his chest. As you turn to head back to the sink, he tugs on your wrist bringing you back in front of him. “We, um, we haven’t talked about it yet but… I know…the titles…you don’t have to use them anymore…”

Taking a hold of his chin, you lift his face till his eyes meet your own and he doesn’t know if you can tell but he appreciates the softness behind them. 

“Do you want me to stop using them?”

“I mean…NO but…”, Eddie chuckles nervously. “It’s not like you can call me and him that stuff in front of a kid.”

“Yeah… but I can do it when we’re alone.” Pressing your lips to his, he groans against your kiss as your palm slides down his chest, past his stomach, to the bulge in his jeans. “You’re always going to be my Master and Steve will always be my Daddy. Even when I use your names those titles don’t fade. I’m yours, baby.”

“You are, pretty girl. Fuck.”

“You can use me to, Sir, if you need me. It’s been so long since I felt you inside me.”

“I—mmm—are you sure? You’ve been on your f-feet all day.”

Grinning, you lean forward to trail soft kisses along his chin, jaw, and up to his ear. 

“Then sweep me off them.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs as he takes ahold of your head in both hands and crashes his lips back to yours. You have no clue where he’s taking you as he starts walking you backwards till you bump into the table. Hastily, he unbuttons your pants, sliding them down your legs with your panties and kicking them aside. 

Eddie effortlessly lifts you onto the flat surface and as he fumbles with his belt you suck that sweet spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. Giggling as he stumbles out of his jeans, he smiles as he licks his palm and strokes his cock a few times before effortlessly sheathing himself inside you. 

Resting his forehead against the nook between your neck and shoulder, you mewled as you felt his jaw fall open and his breathy moans warm your skin. Your hands cupped one of his cheeks just below his ear, pressing him to you while the other clung to his own shoulder as your arm rested behind his neck. 

“Just like that. Oh my god.”

“I know, baby. Fuck me. I know exactly where that spot is inside you. Right…here…”

At his last couple of words, Eddie slammed his hips into your own making you cry out as his cock perfectly hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“You’re going to have to learn to be a lot quieter, princess.”, he chuckles as you smirk. 

After giving you a quick kiss, he guides you till your back is flat against the table and he takes hold of your legs, pulling you closer to the edge as he holds both limbs up with his strong arms under your knees. When his eyes meet yours, you already know what he wants, even giving you a helping hand as a long line of spit falls from his mouth onto your clit. 

As your fingers come down to rub his saliva into your bundle of nerves, Eddie bites his bottom lip to stifle a loud groan of his own as his pace hastens. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

A string of repetitive uhs fall from your mouth as the surface shakes underneath you. 

“Shit. Talk to me, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.”

“God…I’m…you’re gonna make me cum. Please…Please, Sir, cum with me.”

Chasing both your highs, the metalhead pounded into you till he felt you tremble and your pussy squeeze his cock like a vice. 

“That’s it, baby! Good girl. F-Fucking good girl.”, he praised as his rhythm faltered and he coated your insides with his release. “Fuck…are you ok, babe?”

Still trying to catch your breath, you nod and give him a thumbs up that makes him laugh through his teeth. Taking hold of your arms, he playfully lifts you up to a sitting position and pulls you into him for a hug. 

“What about you, Daddy? You ok?”

Steve chuckles as he sits up and peaks his head over the back of the couch.

“Jesus, woman. I swear you have superhero levels of hearing. Yeah, I’m alright, honey.”

After helping you to the floor, Eddie took off your shirt and started walking you down the hall to the bathroom as Steve followed leaving his pants unbuttoned, holding them up with his hands. 

“I heard you trying to hide your moans. I know what you touching yourself sounds like.”

“Witch.”

“I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!”, you laugh as you stick out your tongue. “We should show her that movie all the time…The Princess Bride. It’s so good.”

Something flashes across Eddie’s face only for a moment before he grins at you both and steps into the shower bringing you with him.

“Hey. What was that? What passed through you mind?”

“Nothing, princess. It’s silly.”

After brushing some of his damp hair away from his eyes, you cup his face in your hands. 

“Tell me.”

His chocolate eyes flicked to Steve behind you as he stepped into the tub before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. 

“I want to refer to you as my wife. OUR wife. Obviously I already feel that way…fucking saying it without even thinking. Add in the fact that you’ve been with us for 5 years, through fucking everything and now you’re about to the mother of our child. I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’m being too sappy or cliché.”

“Eddie, baby. It’s a piece of paper we don’t need—”

“I know. I was just saying.”

“Can I talk?”, you giggle.

“I don’t know. Give it a try.”, he teases making your grin grow.

“I was going to SAY…It’s a piece of paper we don’t need because like you said we’ve been together through everything and we’re adding to our family. Eddie, if you want to tell people I’m your wife…tell them. Fuck what the assholes of this town think.”

Steve’s arms wrap around you from behind as he kisses your shoulder while the metalhead trails small pecks from your forehead down to your lips. 

After cleaning you up and drying you off, Eddie curls up against the headboard and fiddles with your hair while the other boy lays on his back in front of you both browsing through a book someone had given as a gift filled with baby names.

“We should name her after one of the elves in Lord of the Rings.”

“No, no. You are not giving our baby a nerdy name like Frido or something.”

At Eddie’s exasperated sigh and Steve’s mispronunciation you spit the water you had been drinking back into your glass as you laugh hard. 

“Look what you’ve done now, Steven. You’re killing the woman we love.”

“Shut up. What about you, honey? Any suggestions?”

“Um…”, you hum as you think for a moment before something pops into your head. “What about Molly?”

The pretty boy pouts out his lips in amusement as he and the metalhead nod. 

“How’d you come up with that?”

“The Breakfast Club.”, you whine as your voice cracks in embarrassment and you cover your face with your hands. 

“No! No, baby, don’t hide. You definitely have to break that down a bit.”, Eddie jests as he pulls at your wrists so they can see you.

“We met in detention… The first time I saw it with Maze it made me think of us. Steve is the jock Emilio Estevez who had problems with his father and being popular. Eddie would be Judd Nelson’s bad boy with an asshole family and a school system that didn’t seem to care. I’d be Ally Sheedy’s weirdo feeling ignored by her family… Molly Ringwald is the princess and since Ed already calls her that…just made me think…Molly.”

Crawling up the length of your body, Steve kisses your lips and then your stomach before falling beside you as Eddie did the same. 

“I like that name. Molly.”

“Molly Munson-Harrington.”

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In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)  Fem reader x Arthur ( platonic )

Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him. 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff ,Tommy Shelby, y/n eats ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) Major character death from season 4 episode like 1/2

A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4   part 5

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It's been a year. 

A lot of things have changed since then; you've changed. 

You're not the same person you were a year ago; you're still a nurse and still work in the hospital, but in London now. 

You know the other nurse in hospital like the last, you eat lunch together but never go out. They always ask, but you always have the same excuse. 

It's not like you're lying. You really don't have anyone to watch her, but if you wanted to, you could find someone, but don't. Honestly, though, you prefer the company of a bottle of whiskey over anyone else. 

You also never have the energy to do anything anymore; you wake up throughout the night, then wake up to go to work, come home tired from a 12-hour shift, and go to sleep to do it all over again. 

You barely eat, you barely sleep. 

When you look in the mirror, you're just a hollow version of yourself, like you don't have control over your body. You're just sitting back as it goes through the motions, as someone else controls you. 

She's not the only reason you can't sleep; if she's not waking you up because of her screams, you're waking yourself up with your own. 

These nightmares are so haunting that most times, after you wake up, you just stay up. 

And that's where you're at now, waking up from a dream like every other night. 

You thrash around in your bed and suddenly wake up coughing as you grab hold of your throat. You get up from your bed, covered in sweat, and walk downstairs to the kitchen, rubbing your chest as you catch your breath. 

You walk around the corner to the kitchen and instantly jump when you see someone sitting at your table in the dark. The old you would've freaked, grabbed your gun and threatened them.

But you now couldn't care less; you just grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey off the drink table. You bring it over and set it down, pouring the whiskey into each cup, filling it halfway, and then sliding one over to your companion. 

You then sit down and take a swing of your drink before reaching for your pack of cigarettes. 

"Want one," you ask, holding a cig out to them.

They take it, and you pull out one more for yourself; you then strike up a match, reaching towards them to light theirs first; once they got closer to the flame, it became clear who was sitting at this table with you. 

You light the cigarette, then pull the match to light your own; you take a drag, hold it in, and then blow it out. You do this action a couple more times, and neither of you says a word as you smoke; you both just sit there in silence. 

You finish up your cig, put it out in the ashtray, then proceed  to light another. Again, you smoke in silence, but this time, as you're almost finished with your cig, you speak up. 

"I thought you would've sent Micheal," You say as you reach to ash your cig in the ashtray.

He finishes up his cig, putting it out before responding to you. "He was busy," he shrugs. 

"'M honestly, I would've preferred Micheal." You put your cig out and then took a sip of your drink.

"Well, looks like you're out of luck 'cause I'm here." 

"Yes, you are; please do tell me why it is that you're here after all this time." 

"We got served a black hand," he spoke with such seriousness, but you were confused. 

"Ok, am I supposed to know what that means or what it has to do with me" 

He took a deep breath and said, "We have to tighten house. We killed one of theirs way back, and now they're coming to get even." 

You pursed your lips and turned your head to the side, slightly shrugging your shoulders. "And what does that have to do with me." 

"They killed John." 

"May he rest in peace? "even though you didn't mean for it to, it had come out more like a question than a statement. 

"But again, what does this have to do with me," you asked

He let out a dry laugh, licking his lips, then got up and got in your face. He took hold of your wrist and bent down to your height. 

"Because the Italian Mafia doesn't care if you don't fuck with me, they are going to kill everyone that has ever spoken to me, anyone who's ever been close to me to hurt me to break me down before killing me."

Even though he tried to seem calm and collected, you couldn't see it in his eyes or face, but you could hear it in his voice. 

He was hurting. 

You ripped your wrist from his grip and stood up, moving closer to him and getting in his face. 

"Well, Tommy, it seems like you have a real problem on your hands; best of luck to you." You smiled at him, then stood up and began to walk away

Suddenly, you were pushed against the wall and turned to face him. 

"Look, I—"his speech was cut short once he heard a cry coming from upstairs; his eyes darted down to you, his head tilted as he looked at you. 

"Tommy, I-"you start but stop once Tommy pushes off you.

You tried to get past him to go up the steps first, but he pulled out a gun on you and pushed you back into the kitchen. He slowly took a step back as you took steps forward.

"Do it, Do it, Tommy. Be a man. Do it," You said as you walked forward; you held your head high as you spoke so there was no room for doubt on Tommy's part. 

He looked at you, puzzled, then shut the door in your face. You immediately rushed to the door, but it was too late. He locked it. You tightened your grip on the door knob as you jiggled it relentlessly, 

"Tommy…. Fuck— Tommy, please" You were starting to panic; you had to get to her first. 

You dashed over to the drawers and started to throw everything out and slam it shut as you moved on to the next one. The key was in one of these drawers; it had to be you had remembered putting it in here you—

You found it in the last drawer; you ran over to the door but slipped on the things you had thrown on the floor and fell on your back, making the key fall out of your hand. You hop on your knees, ignoring the pain in your back that grew with every move you made as you searched the now messy floor for the key; you can already barely see because of the darkness, but the tears that start to build only make it worse. 

Your hand brushed against something sharp, and you turned your head in its direction as you stretched your hand out again, patting it around. Your hand instantly comes in contact with the cold metal key. You grab it, rushing to the door. You try to place the key in the door, but it keeps brushing past the hole. 

You stopped, took a deep breath, and tried again, and despite your shaking hand, you were able to place the key in and unlock the door. As soon as the door opens, you ran up the step to her room. 

It's too late. 

You walk into the room and see Tommy holding your daughter in his hands. 

Without thinking, you say, "She's not yours." 

It's a lie, you know it, and so does he. Anyone could see from a mile away that she was his, and it's not like she looked like him or you even; she was still too young to look like anyone. But she had those eyes, the same eyes her father had. 

You look up at Tommy and know you are in trouble. He had just met her, and already he was in love. He was already hell-bent on taking you with him, but now that he knew of her, there was no way he was letting y'all go. 

You're about to speak up but get cut off by some men behind you.

"We're here, Mr.Shebly. What do you want us to do?" 

You didn't turn around to see if you knew the men; you just kept your eyes forced ahead on Tommy. 

"Pack up the house, everything; we'll go through it later and see what we want." He barely spoke above a whisper and never looked up as he slowly rocked your baby back and forth. 

"Oi sir and your car is ready when you are." 

"Thank you, curly." 

They left, leaving you and Tommy alone. 

You opened your mouth to speak but didn't know what to say, so you stood there like a gaping fish as you struggled to find words. 

"It doesn't matter what you say; tonight, you will leave here with me, and so will the baby. You can put up a fight, but we will drug you if we must." The way he spoke, you knew he meant it; there would not be a fight, you couldn't take on Tommy, let alone all the men downstairs.

 So you just nodded your head, ok. 

Satisfied with your answer, he proceeded to exit the room but then stopped and turned towards you. 

"What's her name," he asks. 

"Ruby" 

"Ruby," He whispers, "Hi. Ruby, grab what you want and meet me in the car," He says, then leaves and goes downstairs. 

You want to cry, tear the room to pieces, throw a fit, and just sit there and cry. But you can't, so you make yourself and your daughter a travel bag, packing only what you need and leaving the rest for the guys to pack up. 

You finish packing and head upstairs; you walk past the men packing up your kitchen and head straight for the car. Once you're outside, you see a man waiting for you by the backseat door; he opens it for you as you approach it. You walk up to him, handing off your luggage, giving him a smile, and thanking him before sliding in next to Tommy, who's still holding your daughter tight to his chest. 

The driver places your stuff in the trunk, runs over to the driver's side, and hops in, wasting no time. He takes off instantly, driving to a destination unknown to you. 

 You glance over at Tommy, who is still in awe at seeing your daughter. You don't even try to take your baby away from Tommy, knowing that he will hold her as long as he can. 

So you sit there staring out the window, saying goodbye to the place you've called home for the past year, and try not to cry.

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For a long time, you were confused; you knew this wasn't the way to Tommy's house. It was east, and you had been heading west. You were about to ask where you were going, but then you started to recognize your surroundings, the shops you've walked past hundreds if not thousands of times. You even saw some people you knew past patients. 

You were back in Birmingham. 

Soon after you cross the line into Birmingham, it doesn't take long for you to reach your destination; you pull up next to many small townhomes. 

 Before you  get the chance, your door is opened for you, thanking the driver as you step out and observe your surroundings.  

"Where are we, Tommy," you ask. 

"We're home," he says simply, then starts making his way into one of the homes. 

You follow closely behind him as he steps into the house; you take in your new surroundings as you follow him; there are steps directly in front of you and a living room to your right that leads Into a kitchen. As soon as you step into the living room following Tommy, you're greeted by a maid who cut you off as you are about to ask Tommy another question. 

"Welcome back, Mr. Shebly. I set Charlie down for a nap upstairs a few minutes ago and just put dinner in the oven. Do you need anything else from me before I go" 

"No, Mary, that will be all thank you."

"It's not a problem, Mr.Shelby," she said, then went to leave but suddenly stopped at the door. "Oh, and I've had a bassinet put upstairs per your request." She gave both of you a tight smile, shutting the door as she exits, leaving you and Tommy alone. 

Tommy doesn't say a word as he turns away from you and walks upstairs; you're about to start looking around when a knock comes at the door. You get to the front to open it and is greeted by the driver, who has your bags in hand. You reach out, taking them from his hands and setting them to the side before giving him a smile. 

"Thank you so much; hold on, let me find my purse to pay you," you say as you step away from him in search of your bags.

The driver quickly stops you in your tracks when he calls after you using a name you've never heard associated with you. 

"Oi, that's quite alright, Mrs.Shebly; Tommy pays me good," he said, giving you a smile, then shuts the door before you could even correct him. 

"Ok," you say yourself as you shrug it off; you turn around just in time to see Tommy walking down the step, and you notice that your daughter is no longer in his hand. You assumed he must've put her down upstairs in the crib Mary set up. 

Once he gets down the steps, he immediately makes his way toward the Living room. He sits down in one of the chairs, and you decide to take a seat across from him. 

He pulls out his pack of cigs, offers you one, which you accept, and then takes one for himself. His lights yours first, then his own. You take a couple drags of your cig, then begin asking him a million questions you have swimming around in your head. 

"How long do we have to stay here," you ask as you blow out smoke and then take another drag. 

He shrugs his shoulders as he waves his hand around in no particular manner, "for however long it takes." 

You press your lips tightly and roll your eyes; you take a deep breath and let it out as you speak again, "Are we staying here with you."

"Yeah" 

"Is it safe?" 

"Yeah, you will have two guards stationed outside 24/7." 

"And where will you be?" 

"Out" 

"So Tommy, let me get this straight: I'm supposed to stay here for who knows how long, under constant surveillance from your men, and I'm assuming I'm not allowed to leave." You paused, waiting for an answer, to which he gave you a slight nod back. "Right, so basically, I'm a prisoner; I'm your prisoner. I'm not ok with that, Tommy. I-" 

Arthur suddenly burst through your door, calling out for Tommy. 

"Oi Tommy, I- "Arthur paused once his eyes landed on you; a big smile slowly crept up his face as he started making his way towards you.

"Sista, it's good to see you," Arthur said as he hugged you, picking you up slightly. 

"It's good to see you too...... I'm so sorry about John," you said as you hugged him back, and you were being honest. You didn't miss anything from your old life, but Arthur. After all the years, y'all were around each other. He truly started to feel like the brother you never had. 

Arthur pulled back from you slightly and looked you in the eyes; you gave him a tight smile, then pulled him back closer and hugged him tighter. 

Arthur pulled back again as he asked you a question, "Oi, I heard I had a niece. Where she." 

Before you were able to answer his question, Tommy interrupted you. 

"Are you two finished yet" You heard Tommy ask from behind you, making Arthur drop you. 

"Sorry, Tommy," he chuckled as he stepped further from you. "There's been an incident down at the boat house; we need you down there." 

"Thank you, Arthur; I'll meet you outside," Tommy said, then went into the kitchen to gather his things. 

Arthur gave you a small smile and whispered a quick bye before heading outside. 

You turn to face Tommy, who is putting on his coat; you see his collar sticking up, so you go over to him to help him fix it. You grab onto the jacket and pull him in close to you. 

"When will you be back?" You ask as you pat down his collar.

"When I'm finished" 

"That's not cool, Tommy; we have things we need to talk about." You grab on his collar and tighten. 

He gave you a look that you could only describe as assumed, then pulled you off him, holding your wrist in his hands. 

"And we will when I get back," he said, dropping your wrist and walking away. He suddenly stopped and turned around to face you. "Watch Charlie for me," He said with a tight smile, then reached for the door. 

You are so fed up with his bullshit that you pick up the first thing your hands touched and throw it at him. 

"Fuck you, Tommy" You screamed at him as the glass cup left your hands. 

Your aim is ass, so the cup smashed against the wall next to him, missing him by a couple feet. But still, it stopped him in his tracks; he stood there for a second, then turned around to face you, gave you a smug smile, then said

"You already did love." 

He quickly went to the door, leaving you there standing there stunned. 

You're so mad at him for coming into your life (again), picking you up, and dragging you into his mess (again). He constantly treats you like gum on the bottom of his shoe, and you're tired of it. 

You have this anger building up inside you; you're so mad, so you do the only thing you can think of. 

You scream.

You stand there and scream; you yell out towards the ceiling; you scream till your lungs start to burn. And then you collapse onto the floor. 

How did you end up here again? You thought you finally got away from this life. 

Before you had a chance to wallow in your self-pity, you heard a cry come from upstairs. You get slowly and make your way up the narrow stairs. Once you get upstairs, you notice there are only two rooms upstairs, one the bathroom and the other the bedroom. 

You enter the bedroom and see Charlie still fast asleep on the bed, the only bed, you might add. Your baby cried from her bassinet, and you went over, picking her up and rocked her  back and forth in her arms. She must've heard your scream and got startled. You were really loud; you're shocked that Charlie didn't wake up. 

You were able to get her back to sleep quite quickly; you placed her back in her bassinet and walked out the door back downstairs. 

As you walked down the steps, you started to sniff the air around you; it smelled like something was burning. 

You took off sprinting towards the kitchen once you remembered the dinner Mary said she had placed in the oven. You yanked the oven open and reached in to take the pan out. 

You jump back, saying a million curse words as you immediately pull your thumb in your mouth. You are so out of it that you forgot an oven mitt. You suck on your thumb for a couple of more seconds as you glance around the kitchen till your eyes land on the oven mitt. You grab them off the counter, head back to the oven, and pull the pot, placing it on the top of the stove. 

You open the pot, and to your surprise, it's a chicken roast dinner, and it's not that burnt, only a bit; really, it just looks extra crispy. 

You place the top back on and glance down at the clock next to the stove; it's barely a quarter past three. 

You decide to let the meal cool down, you get your bag from the door, and put it up where you see best upstairs. 

After you finished unpacking what you had on hand, you pre-made a couple of bottles for your daughter and then joined Charlie in the bed for a little nap after scooting him over a bit. 

That boy sleeps wild.

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You felt yourself being shaken back and forth softly as if it was too hard for the person to push you. You open your eyes slowly and squint as they try to adjust to the dark; you look around the room in search of the person who worked you up, and soon, your eyes land on the smaller version of Thomas Shelby. 

The little boy turned his head to the side as she looked at you curiously. 

You sat up on your elbows and took a quick glance over to the clock next to you; it was seven on the dot. You turned back and looked over at Charlie, who was still looking at you.

"Yes, Charlie," you asked. 

"I'm hungry; where, Da," he asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. 

"He's out right now; I'm here. Is that ok," you asked; he nodded slowly in response.

"Ok, good, I have some food downstairs for you; we just have to get the baby up and well go, ok." 

"Baby?"

"Yeah, come look." You stood up, grabbed him, placed him on your hip, and showed him the baby below. 

"Who that" 

You thought about your answer before you responded to him. You didn't see the harm in telling him the truth, so you said, "She's your sister; her name is Ruby." 

He turned up to look at you so quick that you thought he gave himself whiplash. 

"My sista," he gasped and then tried to reach down to touch her.

"Yep, but wait, be careful, I'll put you down, and I'll grab her and show you." 

You put him down softly and then pick up your little girl; she begins to stir as you gently pick her up. You turned to see Charlie sitting waiting patiently with his feet swinging off the side of the bed. 

You sat down next to him and turned your body to face him; he glanced down at the baby, up at you, and down at the baby again. 

"Wow!" He said, then jumped down from the bed and took hold of your hand.

"Come on, me and baby hungry," he said, leading you downstairs. 

Once you got downstairs, you had him sit at the small table in the kitchen, and you kept Ruby in your arms as you fixed him a plate and then yourself. You warmed both plates on the stove and grabbed a pre-made bottle from the fridge while you waited. 

You sat down next to Charlie and offered him a proposition: "You want to feed her with me." 

He shook his head up and down so fast and tried to reach out to her. 

You pulled away from him slightly. "Wait, I'll hold her, and you hold the bottle, ok?"

He nodded and waited for you to give him the bottle; you showed him how to hold the bottle at an angle best for the baby and then let him take over. 

He reached over you slightly as he held the bottle to Ruby, and she took it instantly, drinking fast. 

After she was finished, you took her back upstairs to sleep; when you came back down, your food was finished warming, so you took both your plates out and cut up the food for him before handing it to him. 

Together, y'all both sat at the table and ate in silence.

"Are you my new ma" 

The piece of chicken you placed in your mouth instantly went down the wrong pipe, and you started to cough, your eyes began to water as your chest tightened. You reach for your glass of water on the table as you beat against your chest. 

As you drank your water, you glanced over at Charlie, who had started playing with his food. You cleared your throat a couple of times as you rubbed against it and drank more water, then set the cut back down next to your plate. 

You smack your lips against your teeth as you begin to speak. "Umm, w-what makes you uhhh what makes you say that." 

Charlie shrugged his causal shoulders, still glancing down at his food. "You're staying here with me and da; you sleep in the same bed as me and da and your baby’s ma." 

You tilted your head to the side, a puzzled look dancing across your face; you leaned down closer to Charlie and asked him a question, "You're four right." 

"Yep," he said, popping a piece of chicken in his mouth. 

"Um, yeah, no, Charlie, I'm not your "new" ma, and if I was, I wouldn't be your new ma, just another one, ok. Cause you ma Grace will always be your ma." 

He didn't say anything back to you, just nodded back slowly; it was clear that he was full now and probably was sleepy again. You assumed that you both had a long day of travel and these significant changes would take a second to get used to. 

You took both plates away, deciding that you were also finished eating; you quickly cleaned the plates and placed them in the drying rack. After you put the pot of food in the fridge, you pick Charlie up, take him upstairs with you. 

By the time your foot hit the last step, Charlie was somehow fast asleep; you brought him into the bedroom and carefully placed him down in the middle of the bed. You grab the covers, bring them over his body, and tuck him in slightly. 

After you check on your baby and find her still fast asleep. You decide to go back downstairs and sit in the living room to wait for Tommy; he should be home soon; he has been gone for hours now. Whatever he had to work on should be done by now……. Right?

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.

.

You feel your oxygen supply getting cut off, and you start to struggle to breathe; you try to turn your head but to no avail because whatever's is on top of you is keeping you in place.

You begin to panic as you realize that you are asleep and have to force yourself away to be able to deal with whatever is keeping you from breathing. 

You feel your fingers begin twitching, then your eyes, and finally, after what seems like forever, you're able to open your eyes.

You squint your eyes as you try to help them adjust to the darkness, but it's still pitch black; you soon realize that the reason you can't see isn't because it's dark but because something lays on top of you. 

You lift your hand cautiously as you slowly lift Charlie's body off your head and back into the middle.

You lay there for a second as you try to catch your breath, then slowly, you sit up to check on your daughter, seeing as she has yet to wake you for a bottle tonight. You take a quick peek over into her bassinet. 

She's not there. 

You quickly shoot up in a panic, thinking your eyes are playing jokes on you, but once you get closer to the bassinet, you can confirm that she is not in there. 

You try to take deep to calm yourself down, but it gets caught in your throat as you slowly begin to spiral, and your mind starts to race with a million questions.

Where is she?

How could I not hear someone take her? 

When did I get up here? 

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.

.

Wait, you pause for a second and try to think back to tonight. You didn't get in the bed. You remember waiting on the couch for Tommy; you must've fallen asleep, but how did you get up here?

Your head quickly pans over your shoulder, and in the bed next to Charlie, you see Tommy and your daughter lying on his chest and a half-empty bottle on the nightstand next to him. 

Relief floods your body as you slowly sit back down on the bed; you look back over at Tommy. The sight before you is truly something; if Tommy wasn't the devil reincarnated, it might make your heart swell. But instead, you're sitting there contemplating whether or not to get her off him and place her back in her bed. 

She seems fine, and there isn't much room for her or Tommy to roll around plus the risk of having to deal with her waking up in a sour mood if you move her isn't something you feel like doing right now. 

You lay back in bed next to Charlie, deciding to leave them be. 

As you fall back to sleep, instead of counting sheep, you tell yourself repeatedly.

That this is just for now and that

Thomas Shelby is in your past and not your future. 

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I apologize if y/n having a kid is a huge turn-off for some people, mainly because there isn't any warning, and we're so deep into the story. I wanted it to be a surprise, but again, I'm sorry. Also, this isn't the last part. There are two more, and then that's it; I broke it down because I felt like having everything In one or two parts would've made it seem like Y/n and Tommy's end result would become too quick and not in a organic way. Also, I've been told this story gives dead doves don't cry or something like that; it's not, I promise, a happy end or as happy as person can be with Thomas Shelby. Anyways, thanks for reading. The story should be finished and fully uploaded all parts by Friday, Feb 9th.

P.S: I can't tell if this chapter is shitty or not I was just trying to get it out for yall so I'm sorry if it is.

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Creepypasta Hedcanons ^^

Jane The Killer

~ Okay, we all know that Jane is a lesbian and that she is married so I will focus on these points. At the beginning of his relationship with his wife (Mary) she was closed to herself! Even though his wife, girlfriend at the time, told him to feel comfortable, she became more confident over time!

~ I see Jane as a very strong woman, she is one of the most badass creepypastas! In my opinion, she wouldn't be a feminist person... She just tends to care a lot about women since she has already suffered at the hands of Jeff.

Laughing Jack

~ This guy has serious problems with children, a lot of lack of trust! But he's very good at what he does, and he's very manipulative. He really doesn't like children as much as (Jill) does, but he may even give polite children a chance, well that would be very rare, since he hates them.

~ Let's say he realizes that a child attracts him because he is polite, outgoing, fun or something like that. He will probably be a little "disgusted" in the first few days, but he would be able to put up with it. That is until she starts to grow up and make him feel less loved. Note: He has clearly been abandoned, has trust issues, meaning he doesn't trust anyone. Another important thing! He really thinks Mat*r is some kind of joke. Nobody explained this matter to him

Hoodie/Brian

~ Let's talk about Hoodie now, well the things I know about this guy are really mixed after all there are several things within the fandoms (MH and Creepypasta) that is, I'm going to mix some things! Hoodie is very good with cameras, he knows where to put them, how to configure them, how to record something correctly, he would be a proxy "cameraman" but he doesn't just record of course!

~ Hoodie/Brian, they are quiet, I would say closed to themselves even though they have a very old friendship with Tim/Masky, I would say they are still reserved enough to be difficult to investigate! It is generally not reported or invoked much, but it can be very well located by recording something or someone.

Masky/Tim

~ Masky, like Hoodie, can very well use a camera, but these two are very different and I will say this, Masky/Tim are totally different people and I can explain that!

-Called Multiple Personality Disorder in the past, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is a very complex mental disorder in which there is the presence of two or more identities or personality states that take control of the person's behavior.

-Masky is a more closed person, being more aggressive with people, serious and in some aspects a perfectionist with EVERYTHING he does

-Tim, on the other hand, is not as aggressive as Masky, but he can be serious and quiet, he still remains a perfectionist because that is a trait, everything he does has to be PERFECTIONAL otherwise he will collapse!<Tim/Masky tem vício em fumar e isso não é uma novidade>

Kate the Chaser

~ Kate is one of the least talked about creepypasta in my opinion, it's very rare to see someone talk about this proxy. Her first appearance if I'm not mistaken was in Slenderman The Arrival, where her best friend "Lauren" was looking for her. Kate must have been one of the first proxies (Along with Hoodie)

~ Kate is quite a runner, she usually stays in forests and her mask is more peculiar with a deformed mouth, her appearance that becomes visible is her medium black hair, Kate is one of the creepys that I think has a lot of potential even if she doesn't She is very well known, she is someone who is quieter, she doesn't have many friends, of those we know she was a faithful friend of, it was only her friend "Lauren" who she was friends with since she was little, Kate lived in a place further away from the city. She gradually grew older, to the point where her house, besides being dirty, was full of bizarre Operator/Slenderman drawings.

Homicidal Liu

~ After Jeff tried to kill Liu, but he survived, he ended up in a hospital. Falling in love with the nurse, ending up with her, unfortunately she dies in a "robbery". Liu will eventually no longer believe in happiness, and kills everyone around him who is happy! (I'm terrible at making summaries)

~ Liu is a very intelligent, serious person, polite to anyone he wants and even though he hates Jeff, he never disregards him as a brother! He just wants to kill him just like Jane. Speaking of which, I feel like he would probably team up with Jane if necessary to kill his brother in one way or another.

~ There is a ship between him and Nurce Ann, I won't touch on the subject because I'm not a shipper. But this is due to the fact that Liu has already fallen in love with his first nurse, as far as I remember her name but that could possibly happen.

Hello everyone, how are you Mannuh speaking here! I want to say that I am an investigator and so rest assured that when it is Hedcanon I will keep you informed so as not to pass on false information, I was really thinking about posting investigations here.. Like, theories, my points of view, reports, see some cases I I really wanted to occupy my head but that's it! ^^ Have a good night/day all of you ⦻ ⦻ ☠⦻ ⦻

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IT UNIVERSAL MOVIE MONSTERS AU!!🎟📽🎬🎞

As the title suggests, this is a IT AU based off the universal movie monsters, but it has it's own original plot instead of just being aus for all the movies. Let's go!

Bill 🧛‍♂️🦇🩸

Bill was born in 1476 as a part of the Denbrough family of vampires, and he was raised with all the expectations that came with it. He spent the majority of his childhood living in castle Dracula as his family were once good friends with the count. A couple things that are important to know about vampires in this AU are that they can indeed have kids, the just age suuuuper slowly, and the majority of vampires are not actually evil. They eat mostly animals and stay in their palaces for the most part, but there are indeed vampires who don't care about controlling their thirst and indulge in killing, thus giving vampires their bad reputation. Dracula is more of a hero in this world, taking care of vampires and siring only people who expressly ask to be turned. The most peaceful of vampires were those from the Denbrough line, as they truly just wanted to enjoy their unlives in peace. But alas, tragedy struck the Denbrough's in the 1500's, when their darling youngest son, George Denbrough was visciously killed. He was only seven in vampire years, but he was still hunted down and killed in the middle of the night when he was playing by himself. A very well known vampire hunter discovered George and sent a stake right through his heart, but ended up being killed by Bill's father before he could kill anyone else.

Bill blamed himself for this, and his parents didn't really help his grief at all. The whole Denbrough family was rocked by this loss, and eventually Zach and Sharon decided to hibernate forevermore so they didn't have to experience a unlife without Georgie. Bill declined joining his parents to watch over the castle and study under Dracula as his protege, and after Dracula was vanquished himself Bill basically inherited the whole place. He threw himself into writing to cope with his miserable loneliness and essentially spent the next four hundred years wallowing in grief over it all. When he finally gets chased out of his castle and is forced to get reacquainted with others it brings out a whole other side of his personality. He doesn't want to lose anyone else anytime soon so he becomes a very overprotective leader and friend to the people in his life.

Eddie ⚡🔥

Sonia Kaspbrak always longed for a child, but she never got the chance to have one due to infertility and the tragic death of her husband Frank. She became a bit of a hermit in later years, she was always super smart and used to work as a nurse in a few hospitals before shutting herself off from the outside world. In her isolation she got the idea to create something brilliant that she could love in her husbands place while also being the son she always wanted. She began grave robbing and stealing all the limbs she needed for her project, but most of the parts came from her dead husband. She used her sewing talents to stitch all the pieces together and named him Edward Frankenstein Kaspbrak, with his middle name being a monsterified twist on her husbands name, since that is low key what Eddie is.

Eddie doesn't look much like the universal pictures version of frankenstein, but he does have the bolts, and all his limbs are stitched up and mismatched, and he has heterochromia like in the book. He's fairly intelligent, and he should be, given that she constructed him the most marvelous brain from the most genius dead guys. Even though she knows he is very smart and capable, Sonia is still insanely protective over her baby boy (who's not even a baby, she constructed him to be an adult). He is forbidden from leaving castle Kaspbrak or talking to anyone lest he sets off an angry mob, but this doesn't sit right with Eddie who longs for the friendship and comraderie of his fellow man. Eddie is still much to fragile for the outside world though, he has trouble walking and even just a little exercise can make him lose his limbs. His lungs are also pretty fragile too considering they were the one body part she couldn't find a super fresh pair of in all her grave robbing.

Eddie does eventually get to leave castle Kaspbrak, but not really of his own accord. A violent mob breaks out and they attack Sonia for grave robbing and trying to create monstrosities in her castle. Before Sonia was killed though she tried to satiate her sons desire for a friend by building him a partner, and that... didn't really go as planned either.

Beverly ⚡👰🏻‍♀️

Beverly was created by Sonia with the one and only purpose to be Eddie's bride, but Sonia didn't count on Beverly having a mind of her own. She does liked Eddie- as a friend, and nothing else. She's not keen on being the bride of Kaspbrak, she still wants to explore the world and make something out of the life she's been given. Sonia didn't make her any clothes when she was born so she ended up designing herself a dress completely out of medical bandages, white sheets, and gauze. She has two white streaks in her hair and a variety of scars all across her body. She has the brain of a young woman who died fleeing her abusive husband, and that's most likely where her hesitance for marriage stems from.

Bev flees castle Kaspbrak with Eddie after they are chased out, but they confide in each other as best friends and confidant until they can find others who are like them. They find famous vampire William Denbrough and incorperate him into their group (much to his reluctance). Beverly and Eddie seem to be fine for the most part but they're both longing for true companionship and a family that can understand them. Bev wants someone to love her so dearly, but not someone she was built to be loved by. Maybe she can find someone like that along her journey, but until then all she can do is agonize over why she was built to solely be Eddies decoration.

Richie 🌕🐺

Richie Tozier was actually just a normal guy for his first sixteen years of being alive, until a streak of bad luck ended up getting him turned into the wolfman! Now he's basically an outsider, and not even a particularly cool one either. He used to have it all, an affluent family, a big fancy house, a business he would one day grow up to inherit, but then it was all taken from him with one stupid curse.

It all started when Richie hit pubtery and was just getting into the whole "finding your soulmate" bs and was looking for just about anyone who suited his fancy. He flirted a bit with one of the manors maids and he flirted back, but what Richie hadn't expected was for the maid to fall for him so incredibly hard. He adored Richie, almost obsessively, and that was too bad because Richie quickly lost interest in him and tried to move on from their sort of kind of flirting to an real relationship with... you know, someone he actually liked. Bad move, because as it turns out, out of all of the servant boys he could have betrayed, of all the maids he could have spurned, Richie had to mess with the one with a secret. Richie got the witch.

The witch was so spiteful and angry that Richie wouldn't love him that he not only cursed him to become a wolfman, but also did some black magic fuckery to off Richies entire family too. Then he lead a big mob after the monster, claiming HE was the one who killed the Toziers, and Richie had to hide away in a swamp for the next couple of years. Such a miserable string of events followed by the isolation of living out in a swamp for the remainder of his teen years made him a little crazy. When he's not writhing around in pain from his werewolf curse he's talking to himself in silly voices so he feels less alone and cracking dark jokes to keep him grounded. He has to isolate himself like this or else he'll hurt himself or others, but thankfully Bill and the other monsters find him and are mostly immune to his attacks. Safe to say Richie's fallen from grace, and he fears that the only way he can really be free of this hell is a silver bullet right between the eyes or the power of christ. Either way, he's pretty fucked.

Ben 🐠🌊

Ben is not human, plain and simple. He has a similar build to most humans, he has a few human traits, but for the most part he is basically an oversized fish. He was found at the very bottom of a black lagoon in the amazon rainforrest, and his body has evolved in such a way he could survive perfectly in such conditions. He has webbed finers and feet to help him swim through water, sharp teeth to help in devouring fish he catches, gills AND lungs to let him breath both above water and below, and in addition to all of that he's also pretty overweight to keep himself warm in such icy cold water. He's a miracle of evolution, a pure marvel of science, so obviously he was kidnapped and brought back to the ""civalized"" world to be studied in a lab. He was utterly miserable there, but the losers all pitched in and broke him out of there.

Now he's allowed to walk around as he pleases and stay in a big bathtub most of the time, and the longer he hangs with them the more he learns about how to act more humanoid. Bev even teaches him to talk and write the same one Sonia taught her to talk and write. Ben even named himself Ben because it sounded similar to "Bev". He's pretty in love with her, or as in love as a fishman and a reanimated corpse could be. Will this ship sink or swim? Who can say, but at the very least it's not like Bev has many other options.

Mike 🏜🪲🐪

Mike was discovered buried in a one thousand year in the middle of Egypt. He sporadically woke up once every a hundred years to dig the the tomb he was in and take a look around. There he found a plethora of information in books, scrolls, and artifacts he could research if he was feeling like it. Most of the time tho he just napped wrapped up in guaze for a really long time, and honestly who could blame him? Mike does not remember most of his life before becoming a mummy, but he remembers his father and his mother, and he remembers the animals they raised, and most importantly he remembers how he became a mummy in the first place.

A long time ago one of the worst pharohs egypt ever had was being overthrown in a coup, and as part of that coup they were going to execute his young son and make an example out of him. Mike', deapite being a peasant himself, couldn't stand to let a kid die so he did all he could to help that kid escape to safety. He thought of himself as a protector in that way, but the others disagreed and proceeded to punish mike for sympathizing with the royals by wrapping him in gauze and locking him in a tomb with scarab beattles forever and ever. This curse made him immortal, although he did indeed rot and decay over time (but not enough he was just straight up a corpse, he's just got a bit of that tim burton face goin on ngl).

As a mummy he has a few interesting powers, he can summon small imitations of the plauges of egypt, he can control scarab beatles, and if hes truly pissed off he can suck out your soul (but Mike doesn't really wanna do that). He's an overall pretty sweet guy despite the whole... being a mummy thing, and the losers saved him at the same time they saved Ben. He's got a bit of a romance going on with Bill, since they're both undead and have been alive the longest out of all the losers. Maybe they can go on a romantic date to a mausoleum.

Stan 🧫⚗🔬

Stanley Uris is a man of science first and foremost, ans as a man of science you must do what you can in the pursuit of your goals, no matter the danger you may find yourself in. Stanley has been called many things in his life, a coward, a mad man, a freak, but perhaps those were the exact reasons he liked science anyways. There was always a risk with science, but they were risks you could still forsee and control (most of the time). Stan's house functions as a hide out for the monster losers because, quite frankly, Stan is such a weirdo he doesn't give a shit if monsters hide in his house. Besides, he's been working on something truly special, and pretty soon he won't be too far off from his monster friends.

Stan might love his life, he has a nice job, a nice wife, and a nice house, but there is one part of him he's never been satisfied with and thats his cowardly instincts. He longs to be released from the prison of fear and allowed to flourish as the scientist he is, so he created a potion to purge him of such a vice and split him into two. It was fun at first, thrilling even, but eventually it got so out of control Stan couldn't figure out where he ended and the other person in his body began. His other half proved over and over again that he was more monsterous than any of his monster friends, and unfortunately he keeps coming out more and more frequently. Stan can only hope that his new friends can help ease his burden, but there's only so much they can do to stop the good doctor from turning into his evil other self.

Henry 🕯🗡🪦📿

The Bowers family have been monster hunting as far back as the stone age, so killing monsters has been Henry's god given birthright. Monster hunting doesn't really pay the bills so most Bowers find themselves working lowclass positions as maids, butlers, and servants, but such circumstance just makes them more blood thirsty. Henry is a proud descendant of the man who killed George Denbrough in cold blood and he has been wanting to hunt down Bill just to finish the job. He's very good at what he does, he has ties to the catholic church, a huge stock of weapons, tricks, and schemes to help defeat the monsters, and a team of insiders that will aid him on his journey.

Henry really couldn't give less of a shit how nice these monsters are, all he wants is to make his daddy proud and eliminate anything in his way. He's naturally PISSED when he finds out Sonia Kaspbrak has found a way to create life itself using science, and if he knew what Stan was doing in his lab he'd probably pissed about that too. He will not rest until Bill Denbrough's head is on a pike he can carry around like cotton candy, he wants him dead and he wants him dead NOW.

Connor 🔮🪄

Connor Bowers has a secret, a dirty little secret he cannot tell a soul because if he did he'd be done in quicker than you can say "hocus pocus"; he's a witch. And furthermore, he also happens to be the witch that fell in love with/cursed Richie. He keeps all of that a very tight knit secret though, because if Henry discovered his own cousin had begun practicing the dark arts and creating monsters out of petty spite he'd lose it. He first discovered the power of magic while working as a maid for the Toziers and he became infatuated with Richie. Ofc he rejected his advances and it didn't end well for him, but ehhh. You win some you lose some.

He's still totally obsessed with Richie upon seeing him again all these years later, and Richie is still just as repulsed as before. He tries to strong arm him into loving him, promising if he just agrees to be his he'll reverse his werewolf curse and even make Henry forget he was the werewolf at all, but richie doesn't take his deal. He knows agreeing to that is no better than agreeing to be someones love slave and he'd rather die. Still, Connor ain't giving up. He'd sooner encourage hid cousin to kill all of Richie's friends than give up on him.

Vic 🧭🗺

Vic is much more into the world of researching monsters than killing them. He's an amatuer explorer and uses that to help Henry find more monsters to catch and kill for the ""betterment"" of mankind. He was the archeologist that dug Mike out of his tomb AND he was the explorer that caught Ben in the amazon. He studied them both extensively while he could, but when they were both broken out Henry got very mad at him for not allowing him to just flat out kill his subjects.

He's often using his intellect to try all kids of crazy shit like turning himself invisible or inventing new weapons for Henry, both of which makes people wonder if he's more of a madman or a scientist. Ehhh, Probably just a mad scientist.

Belch 🫁🫀🧠

Belch is an ex igor who helped Sonia Kaspbrak create life, then dipped after he realized it was highkey an abomination againsr god. He has a hunch and was raised in a circus most of his life before Sonia took him in and offered him steady work in exchange for his descretion. He is the only reason Henry even knows Eddie or Bev exists and he's also probably the most genuine ally Henry has on his team. Unfortunately though he is still just an Igor and igors are not really well known for their intelligence.

Patrick 🧬🎩

Patrick is the other half of Dr. Stanely Uris that he tries to hide. Stan had succeeded quite wonderfully in his goal to eradicate his cowardice, because Patrick has no emotions what so ever. He's wanted for the death of ten men, eight women, four children and a whole heap of innocent little animals he killed for funsies. He pretends to be Henry's friend when really he just enjoys being part of all the chaos and trying to kill things. He doesn't let him know he's secretly Stan half of the time, not because he's afraid or anything, but simply cause its more fun this way. Plus he gets to mess with both Stan and Henry by playing both sides here, it's a win win.

Greta 💋🦷🧛🏻‍♀️

Greta is kind or a non descript vampire in this au, although she's based heavily off of Dracula's brides. She is the exact kind of evil vampire that gives the rest of vampire kind a bad name, and the worst part is how effortlessly she blends into the human world. Henry doesn't even know she's a vampire, even though it's pretty damn obvious. Her big plan is to help Henry until he kills Bill and lets her take over his whole position as a countess.

She's vain, cruel, haughty, and just all around unpleasant, and interestingly enough she's the only one who knows Connors witchy secret and isn't telling, just in case he learns about her being a vampire and gets any idea about telling.

She's always dressed up in the finest jewels and dresses due to her wealth, but Henry truly believes she's just a bit eccentric like all women are. He doesn't even know she can turn into a weird freaky bat creature and pick people op out of the air for a quick snack. It certainly doesn't help that she can basically hunt down the losers anywhere through smell alone, and she's been known to be extremely sadistic when playing with her food.

[radiowendigo]

Kallua Childhood facts (Part 1)

Kallua was born on August 6th, 2009

Kallua was born in Whale Island and remained there his entire childhood.

Gon and Killua made the decision before and after his birth, that Whale Island is where they wanted to raise him. It was mainly because of the Zoldyck family, as well the couple’s last names alone.

Due to his parents’ desire to have total control over his upbringing, Kallua didn't really learn anything about his biological mother until he was ten years old.

Alluka became Kallua’s godmother after his birth. While Kallua views Alluka as a mother figure, he equally feels connected to her as an aunt.

Ging did see Kallua twice as a baby. A couple days after he was born and when he was past 6 months. But never again after that until he was 14.

To quell Kallua's curiosity, Gon, Killua, and everyone else in his life—aside from Alluka of course—did not discuss much about Killua's family. But, he was aware that they were well-known assassins.

Between the ages of 10 and 11, Killua finally told Kallua about his upbringing and family's full backgrounds and details.

After Kallua was born, Gon and Killua took a three-year paternity leave and remained on Whale Island. After that, they would sometimes leave Kallua alone with Grandma Mito.

In Kallua's childhood, both parents were usually present to raise him, but every few months, at least one of them had to leave the island for work.

Together, the family took many vacations, with Mito accompanying them on almost half of them. Every few months, they would travel to the city where the Hunter Association is located, where Alluka lives and works full-time as a nurse. I would have mentioned the city name, but I couldn't for the life of me discover it, even after a lot searching. For Whale Island, Alluka took the same action. Along with going on family vacations, she occasionally went on solitary trips with her brother and nephew.

Every time they came to visit, they would all stay in Alluka's house. She had a bedroom specifically created and decorated for Kallua as well, and it contained with plenty of toys, games, and books.

When it came to friends, they prioritized spending as much time as possible with those closest to them, particularly Leorio and Kurapika. They became Kallua's uncle figures and occasionally watched him when they were there.

The couple and their son would travel together for work, and had many opportunities to visit animal and private animal sanctuaries, exposing Kallua to a lot of different species of wild life. There are many photographs of him taken with a variety of different species because Gon and Killua love taking pictures of their son. Kallua is able to connect with most animals and form some kind of bond with them usually.

From a young age, Kallua knew what he wanted to be in his future profession, a hunter.

However, as he matured and gained a better understanding of the field, he realized that he wanted to be a professional crime hunter in addition to the kind of hunter ging and gon are—the ones who searched for objects, and assisted people. He ended up becoming a pro hunter and a crime hunter when he was 12 years old. While rising to the position of chairman in his mid-20s, he still performed his other titles he gained when he was younger.

At the age of 4, Gon and Killua started to teach their son independence and public speech, since that was crucial when being a hunter.

At the age of 3, Killua started training Kallua physical combat and even how to kill, for self defense of course. Including techniques like the Silent Gate, Rhythm Echo, and Snake Awakens. But never brainwashed him like his family tried to do to him. Killua was a very strict but gentle teacher. He motivated and celebrated every small or big victory in Kallua’s training. He would also reward him sometimes with a something sweet, a toy, or even go somewhere fun!

Killua only ever harmed Kallua once. It was when he manipulated his hands to mould his nails into the shape of claws and release them, thinking that would be ideal when killing. Following that, Killua would constantly console Kallua and express his sorrow and regret for a while.

Gon, on the other hand, concentrated on educating Kallua both how to survive the wilderness and zoology. While Gon was teaching him, he taught him how to fish when he was even younger and they would go on numerous hikes, and camping trips together.

When he wasn't training to be a hunter, doing school work, or in the house, Kallua would spend endless hours outside, half the time walking on his own and exploring the island. Even at night as he got older. He loves the wilderness and outdoors. But without him realizing at the time despite having amazing senses, Killua or Gon, mainly Killua, would keep an eye on him from a distance. They stopped that once Kallua turned 11.

Kallua would run, play, and climb trees, hills, jump in the ocean and lakes, swing on vines. He wasn’t afraid to get messy and fed himself including bugs many times when he went to the forest. He also spend time and played with a lot of the animals including Konta, his son, and his own son who he grew up with. Konta and his family after was introduced to Kallua the following spring after he was born.

When Kallua was younger, he was full of energy and loved going outside. He also enjoyed playing games and physical ones with his fathers, which they both usually enjoyed. Since there were hardly any children living on Whale Island, Kallua had his own playground installed around their property when he was a toddler. Soon, that park would also include a training facility with all of the equipment Kallua needed for training. However, the family would also regularly go on walks and beach outings.

Kallua has always had a passion for sports; he focused mostly on skateboarding and snowboarding, developing outstanding skill in both sports, which he continues to pursue as an adult. He gained his love for those sports due to Killua first showing and teaching him those activities at a very young age

Wow this feels a little embarrassing to share I don’t know why. Anyways here’s new, more organized facts mostly by age I wrote about Kallua and definitely plan on sharing more if it gets attention or not. In these facts Kallua is in my main story where he lives as a hunter and Illumi and Kalluto are hopefully alive (I will not say anymore for those who aren’t manga readers or haven’t caught up with the manga).

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2024 #21: Shade

(A/n: Another sort of interaction piece for the role quest series, this time G'raha and Hien. Both my ranged quests so far have had this allusion to G'raha's long life and former duties and the weight that would leave on him...idk why, I think it just pairs well with Hien's troubles in the quest series, despite being a young man only new to the position of responsibility.

Having a duty of care to people as a leader, but also having to cope with the losses even if they're out of your control, but people also feeling like you shoudl've known how to prevent it.

Keeping this one short due to the time left to write but also, as I said last time, I already make these so long I should embrace the shorter writings as well.

Word count: 966)

It was a night not dissimilar to the night before the siege and recapture of Doma Castle - Hien sat by candlelight nursing a cup of sake, ruminating. The only difference was that there was no war on the horizon, no buzz of anticipation, just a heavy dread and uncertainty over a foe they couldn’t find.

And he was alone. No companions to join him and share in his musings. Yugiri was on patrol duty with her shinobi and Gosetsu…well.

He had a lot to think about - the fears of his people, the conflict in those that lost their loved ones to the Garleans, loved ones that never came home after conscription. Haunted by shades, and surely Minato had to count herself - the only reason she became their blasphemy was because he couldn’t ensure her beloved could return home.

In some way, he wanted to argue back, call out the unfairness of it all - he was only one man, and he couldn’t do everything. For all his training, he couldn’t face down the Empire on his own, lest he be cut down like his father before him. He couldn’t storm the camps and save the people all on his own.

But he couldn’t do that. A prince can’t argue back. As the figurehead of the people, he had to hold his head up and atone for the losses under his name.

A creak of the wood outside his room startled him from his thoughts. His door was still closed but he could hazard a guess at who it was - the servants and the shinobi knew where the weak spots were.

Indeed when he strode across the room and opened the door, G’raha jumped back at his arrival, looking sheepish to have been caught.

“My apologies, my lord, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he started.

“Not at all, I wasn’t even sleeping. Too much on my mind. Why are you awake?”

“I just…to be honest, sleep eludes me as well. I feel as though there’s more I should be able to do, more names to search through, and I can’t find rest until I do,” G’raha sighed, tail lashing behind him. “I got up for a drink. I didn’t want to bother your people at this late hour.”

Thinking it over, Hien dared to step aside, inviting access to his quarters, and asked, “Would sake do? Perhaps we can share our burdens together. Though if you’d prefer water instead, I can get you some.” G’raha’s ears perked up, surprised at the offer, but he nodded.

“Nay, I’ll manage with the sake. Thank you, my lord.”

Even once they’d settled down, chat was idle at first, Hien trying to find out how his guest had settled during his time at the Enclave before broaching the subject properly.

“If I may,” he said, finally making the move, “I obviously do not know you truly beyond what little Fhara told me, but I get an impression off of you.”

“Oh?”

“Like you’re much more experienced than one of your years would suggest. The way you take on the burden of the lost prisoners, the transformed peoples, as though it is something already familiar to you in some way. Am I wrong?”

G’raha sipped from his cup, then placed it down, letting Hien refill it again, giving him time to think of a response.

“You’re not wrong. Though forgive me if it isn’t something I would like to go into detail on. But yes, I’ve certainly lived a life experiencing loss, and feeling the burdens of one responsible for many peoples. Much like yourself.”

Hien downed his own cup in one go, but forewent a refill.

“I wouldn’t pry into your personal matters. But knowing we are of similar experiences, I would ask some advice of you. Though maybe it is less advice I ask for, and more just solace, given our current times.”

A flick of the ear.

“Whatever it is, I’ll provide what aid I can.”

“As it stands now, we know our quarry - a woman turned through the loss of her husband through conscription. He never came home, while many others are reunited with their loved ones. Those that turn are of similar despair to Lady Minato. Especially those that would’ve suffered personally at the hands of Yotsuyu, who they got to see roam free, even if in a highly compromised state. It was my decision that she lived, and the people would’ve known that. They resent me, as they should, and I know not how to appease them now.”

His hand tightened into a fist, frustrations brewing.

“This isn’t about appeasement though, is it?” G’raha asked, seeing this.

“Nay.Though I may vent to you, I wouldn’t ask you to solve my problem for me. It is my duty to bridge the gap between me and my people, especially after I burnt it in the first place. I suppose the problem I seek your help with is more a personal one.”

He was stalling. How unlike him. Hien knew if Gosetsu was here, he would’ve pried it out of him before any of the rambling could even begin. He sighed, trying to push aside the memory of his absent friend to focus on his guest in front of him, still aware he was making him wait.

“How does one cope with having shades to haunt your every hour, reminding you of your failures? How do you ignore them so that you may focus on the people in front of you, on moving into the future?”

G’raha didn’t respond for a long while, red piercing eyes seeming looking right through Hien a million miles away. And when he finally did respond, it was only two words, but they carried the weight of a lifetime upon them.

“You don’t.”

[angstymilfy]

Story time:

My Mom married my step-dad when I was 8 years old. He never tried to be my “dad,” he was just this cool guy hanging around. He taught me how to play poker. He took pity on 5th grade me, (that was forced to wear clothes my Mom made while trying to also fit in at a new school,) and bought me a pair of Calvin Klein jeans and a monogrammed sweater. And this was when they were the very epitome of cool, y’all. Later, he taught me how to drive, then he taught me how to drink.

He had 3 boys, all 18+ when I came into the family (ranging from 10-15 years my senior), so we never lived together. But over the years I had spent a lot of holidays, and shared a lot of backyard bbqs with them. I have favorite memories of each: the youngest, only 10 years older, I stayed with him a lot the summer I turned 18. Because he was still living like a teenager and we partied together. The middle one, he’s 12 years older and once told me, (probably 20 years after I’d been in the family), one night when he was shithouse drunk “you look like a duck and you quack like a duck…” His way of telling me I fit in/was one of them. And the oldest one got a 14 year old me drunk for the first time with a bottle of peach schnapps (that I thought tasted like nehi and drank an entire 5th of by myself), at a party our parents were having.

So imagine my surprise when I found out today, that my stepdad died two weeks ago! 😮 And nobody told me! To get such a strong, and insulting message that “you don’t belong,” is…..insult to injury, really.

But I worried they would do that when Mom left him a little over a year ago, after 41 years together, because he was losing his mind and turning increasingly violent to her. He had fully turned on her; he suddenly decided she was the enemy, and he couldn’t trust her. He was raging out all the time and banging tables and slamming his fists into shit, and then going and taking her name off accounts, and calling the cops on her for literally no reason (he told them he thought she was going to kill him in his sleep? and they hadn’t even been arguing or anything. He was just losing it THAT badly). But his boys wouldn’t help her. He had them controlling everything (because of the weird trust thing) but they wouldn’t help Mom or even stop supplying my stepdad with weapons every time Mom took one away. It’s like they WANTED him to shoot her. But it became a totally untenable situation and thankfully Mom exited after he tried to have her arrested, before it got any worse.

That’s it. All she did was be his whipping post and private nurse until she couldn’t anymore. And they basically have been at war with her ever since. Just turned on her like wild dogs. None of them were who we thought they were at all, it turns out.

Now I’m scared they may try to hurt her if they don’t approve of how the estate is settled. The divorce was still in process so Mom is still legally his wife. So I’m anxious as shit about how all that will shake out. Hurt nobody cared enough about me or anyone in my family to even let us know he died. And sad that I won’t ever get to see him again. Or any of them. Even though it turns out they’re all terrible people, these were still people who have been in my life since I was 8 years old. How can they just….turn on her like that? Then not even acknowledge I exist? They knew I had a special relationship with their Dad. Why wouldn’t they tell me he’d passed and give me the opportunity to pay my respects?

……

I’m still so shocked he’s gone.

Even though I shouldn’t be. His health had been deteriorating so it was just a matter of time. But it still felt like it came out of the blue today.

Which would make Christmas 22 the last time I saw him (she left him in feb after that). He’d been super argumentative with Mom all day and I was telling him not to be riling her up, cause he “knows how she gets” wink wink. He and I were always in some sort of rebellious cahoots against Mom’s rules and would 😉 our cahootedness to each other. But that time I was just trying to get him to think he was in on some cahoots with me, to chill and quit fighting with her.

So I guess the last thing I said to him was “be good,” and gave him a look that said “we both know you’re a handful.”

…..

Big sigh 😔

I don’t know what I’m feeling right now y’all. It’s a weird mix of a lot of different things.

I sound crazy. I just needed to vent all this SOMEWHERE.

[yelena-bellova]

UNLUCKY: A STRANGER THINGS STORY (OC) - CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chapter Eighteen: Run Around

Series Masterlist l OC Profile

Plot: Christine scours Hawkins for Hopper and El and ends up at the Byers’ house.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: PTSD

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September 8th, 1977 // Somewhere in Indiana

Thirteen spent the whole day running. Through forests, through fields, past lakes…She had no idea how far she was from Hawkins Lab, but it wasn’t until nightfall that she felt safe enough to slow down.

The world was brand new to Thirteen. She had never seen a bridge or a car speeding down the road. When she made it to an underpass, loud and echoing the sounds of vehicles, she covered her ears and put as much distance as she could between her and the new fear.

She found her way to the next forest, settling at the base of a fat oak tree. As little as she knew, Thirteen knew she couldn’t ask anybody for help. They might take her back to Papa or send her somewhere worse. It was better to take her chances in the woods.

It was when she caught her breath and felt the chilly fall air on her skin that she realized something: she was alone. For the first time in her life there were no nurses or orderlies outside her door. Papa wasn’t stalking the halls. Her brothers and sisters weren’t there. She was completely on her own.

And it terrified her.

Thirteen’s breath became stuck in her throat, her chest began to tingle. Her eyes filled with tears that overflowed down her cheeks. Was she dying? What was happening? She needed help. She needed somebody. Anybody.

But there was no one to call for.

Curling her knees to her chest, she buried her face in her dirty, stained hospital gown. She was all she had now. Her freedom had come at a price, and that price was loneliness.

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November 2nd, 1984 // Hawkins, Indiana

At some point in the night, my body had forced me to sleep. I’d passed out on the floor without so much as a pillow.

When I woke up, my neck was sore and my head throbbed. It was late in the morning, 11:00. Way later than I’d have hoped to be up. I hazily glanced around, surveying the chaos my panic attack had thrown the cabin into. Pictures had fallen from the walls, the furniture was rearranged and the boards Hopper had just put up were splintered. It had been a long time since I’d lost control of my powers when experiencing intense emotion.

I stumbled to her feet on shaky legs, moving to the bedroom door and pushing it open. Against all odds, I was hoping that El had come back in the middle of the night. But the room was still empty.

Opening the front door next, I checked for Hopper’s truck unsuccessfully. What could have kept him out all night, I wasn’t sure. It must have had to do with Will.

I slumped over at the kitchen table. If I was on my own again, I had to come up with a plan. I wasn’t living on the streets anymore. I had resources, a whole town of them, and I could each one. Starting with the people.

Quickly washing a granola bar down with a glass of orange juice, I determinedly set off.

The first logical place to check was the Byers’. When I pulled up to the house, Hopper’s truck wasn’t there, but it was still worth checking. I banged on the door, probably too loud, until Joyce came to the door.

“Christine!”

“Hi,” I tried to smile, “I-I’m sorry to just show up but is Hopper here? Has he been here at all?”

Joyce pulled me into the house, “He-he was here last night, yeah. But he didn’t come back.”

“Well, do you know where he-“

The state of the house stole my speech. Across every wall were scribbled drawings forming some sort of pattern. The whole place was covered.

Something about them scared me. Almost as if I’d seen them before.

“Mrs. Byers…” I paused, “What is this?”

“Kinda wondering the same thing.”

I hadn’t even noticed Bob Newby, Joyce’s boyfriend, Mike and Will standing in the living room.

“Hi,” I distractedly said.

“Joyce,” Bob reached for her, “Can we talk a second?”

Joyce reluctantly let go of me and left the room with Bob, leaving me and the boys.

“Does anyone want to fill me in?” I asked.

Mike and Will exchanged a hesitant look.

“Really?” I sighed, “We’re keeping secrets now?”

“It’s complicated,” Mike said, “This is what Will’s seeing.”

That was what was so familiar. The shades and patterns were similar to what I’d seen and felt in Will’s mind during his episode.

“The field?” I looked to Will.

Looking scared and exhausted, Will nodded. “Yeah.”

“What are they?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Mike said.

Joyce had called Hopper over plenty of times when it came to Will. He went to every appointment at the lab with them. But this was something far more sinister.

“Where was Hopper going last night? Mrs. Byers said he didn’t come back.”

“We don’t know,” Will answered, “But…”

“But what?”

“…I think he’s in trouble.”

“What trouble?” I asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Will looked agitated, “But he’s in danger.”

There were too many factors at play for anything else to go wrong. Hopper had to be safe because I didn’t know what I was going to do if he wasn’t.

Bob and Joyce’s voices carried down the hall.

“Yeah, that’s, uh,” Bob pointed to one of the drawings, “Sattler’s quarry. And if you just follow it naturally…”

Mike, Will and I followed as Bob led Joyce down to another section of drawings.

“It moves to the Eno River,” he pointed, “And there it is. That’s the Eno, do you see it?”

We didn’t.

“Okay, so the lines aren’t roads,” Bob continued, “But they act like roads. And they act like roads ‘cause when you follow ‘em, you’ll see…” we walked through the kitchen, “They don’t go over water. And that’s the giveaway. That’s the giveaway.”

Bob looked very pleased with himself for figuring it out. “Don’t you get it? It’s not a puzzle, it’s a map. It’s a map of Hawkins!”

Examining the drawings under the pretense that they were just that, the scribbles did start to look like a map.

“Right, Will?” Bob asked.

Will looked just as surprised as the rest of us, and equally apprehensive.

Mike tugged on my jacket and dragged me to the fridge, pointing to a specific drawing with a big red X across it.

“That’s where Hopper is.”

“O-okay, so where’s that?” I asked, starting to panic. If he’d been missing since last night and was in danger, how much time did we have?

“We don’t know,” he explained.

“Hey, Joyce,” I could hear Bob call, “Do you have a ruler? I think I can figure this out!”

Amidst all the revelation with Will and Hopper, I’d set aside the task of finding Eleven. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I took a deep breath, “I have to go.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Mike asked.

“It’s complicated. But Hopper needed me to do it,” I answered, not totally lying. “You guys work on this.”

I made my way out to the dining room, where Will, Joyce and Bob were still congregated.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I explained, stopping them as they inhaled to ask questions, “I-It’s complicated but Hopper’ll kill me if I don’t get it done. I’ll be back before dark.”

Joyce followed me out to the front door, “Christine-“

I paused in the doorframe, still hesitant to walk away. If there was anyone I could let my guard down with, it was her. We wore the same fear in our eyes.

“Promise me you’re gonna find him?” I whispered.

Joyce nodded, “Of course.”

Before finding the strength to abandon one search for the other, I wrapped my arms around Joyce, who was already there to hold me.

Outside, I took a moment to breathe before biking away. Hopper was in danger, Will’s episodes somehow tied into it, and those episodes tied into the Upside Down. I had hope that El could survive on her own, but Hopper had nothing at his disposal. If he was in trouble, he needed to fight like hell to stay alive…

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Two more hours of biking around town provided fruitless results. I biked from one end of Hawkins to the other. I scoured every alleyway downtown. I checked the hospital, the school, the stores, anywhere that El had heard me mention in the past year. I climbed Weathertop, the highest point in Hawkins and affectionately nicknamed by the boys.

She was nowhere.

Finally, I got the bright idea to check the Wheeler’s house. If there was anywhere El would run to, it would be the first place Mike had brought her.

When I pulled up, Dustin was storming away from the front door. “Dustin?”

“Christine,” he exclaimed, “You were my first choice.”

“What? Where’s-“

“Nancy and Mike aren’t here,” he cut me off and gestured to our bikes, “Follow me back to my house.”

“Wait, Dustin-”

A car pulled up behind us, probably the last one I wanted to see at the moment. Steve’s BMW.

He got out, too wrapped up in conversation with himself to notice Dustin and I off to the side.

“Steve,” Dustin walked straight up to him, “Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?”

Steve glanced at the roses in his hand, “No.”

It was then that we caught each other’s eye. We didn’t do more than register the other’s presence.

“Good,” Dustin grabbed the flowers and walked off.

“Hey,” Steve called, “What the hell? Hey!”

“Nancy isn’t home,” Dustin explained.

“Where is she?”

“Doesn’t matter. We have bigger problems than your love life,” Dustin walked up to Steve’s car and opened the passenger door. “Do you still have that bat?”

I couldn’t tell if Steve was playing or genuinely clueless, “Bat? What bat?”

“The one with the nails?”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain it on the way,” Dustin looked to me, “You didn’t lose your powers in the last twenty four hours, did you?”

“No, but I can’t help with whatever this is,” I argued.

“You said to call if there was ever a problem,” Dustin replied, “This is a problem.”

In the year that I’d been in Hawkins, the boys had never needed my help with more than a D&D campaign. If Dustin was finally asking, it had to be serious.

Steve and I glanced at one another, waiting for someone to give up answers they didn’t have.

“Now?” Steve asked as Dustin sat down in his car.

“Now!” He insisted.

The argument I wanted to make was invalid seeing as I couldn’t tell anyone anything about what I was doing. I had to trust I was being pulled away from my search for a really good reason.

Sparing a small glare at Steve, who didn’t look thrilled either, the two of us headed for the car.

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Unlucky Taglist: @lanadelray1989 @smokefurball

[revenancy]

seven deadly sins tag →

thanks to @sableglass for the tag!! excited to delve a little into Impossible Fires –

PRIDE

Marley Haight, of course. She doesn't have an overinflated sense of self-importance – as far as she's concerned, her life does mean that much. To her, at least. After all, she's an engineer, even if that doesn't go as far as it used to.

WRATH

Song Liran. She's furious with the Atalanta, and she'll do anything in her power to burn the bitch to the ground – hoping to take the Matriarch out with it. Her mother Genevieve also falls under this to a degree, but Genevieve's wrath has turned to a deep and simmering rage that she takes out on other people only sparingly, so few know the depths of her emotions, including her own daughter.

LUST

Yuki Katsura – which might seem a little funny considering he's probably the most down-to-earth member of the cast, just trying to do his job and get it all over with, but the fact is that he keeps inviting his ex into his office. And he keeps imagining that she's still attracted to him. And if she would just please cheat on her husband, it would all feel different...

ENVY

Nile Whist, or the dead man who became him. He's rotting with it from the inside out – coveting the joy and the ignorance of the people around him, watching them, hoping for the day that maybe it could be him instead – but he can't forget the things that haunt him like that. It's not in his nature. (Then, when he runs into someone else who lived through the same thing, jealousy – because Marley is his, and he'd do everything in his power to keep her safe, even if it's from his own family.)

GREED

I'm going to say that this applies best to Dovey MacEwan. Dovey is a sweet 50-something-year-old nurse practitioner with no children of her own but a gaggle of adoptees from her job in the slums of L4 – and, on the other side of the door, she's the leader of the Stillwater Gospel, living in a tight warren in what's left of Sacred Spring Hospital. She clutches tight to anything that interests her, and she will do whatever it takes to retain control of her followers.

SLOTH

Jacín Rial – this one's a rough match, because Jaci isn't "typical" of sloth. He does work (for the most part) but he does prioritize his own rest and recreation – between a day helping his community and a day in a synth parlor high out of his mind, he's picking the synth parlor.

GLUTTONY

Bianc Lacunet and Eliza Fallon, not in the manner of food but in the manner of conspicuous consumption – Bianc hoards other people's identities and uses them to get whatever they want, including a new fit every day; Eliza, at a glance, seems more restrained, but then you remember that this is a ship where all gold and copper was recalled 20 years ago to help with a hardware upgrade – and the heels of all her shoes are gilt.

this is really fun actually! going to tag @thewritersplace @writinglyra @ anyone else who'd like to do this!

[cryptomiracle]

General proxy headcanons

Ngl, I have writers block.

So these are just gonna be headcanons on how things work in Slendermans proxy's.

The highest ranking proxy has their own room, but most of the lower ranking "groups" have to share.

Some of the following groups are:

Ben, x-virus, and ticci toby.

(toby shares with them by choice)

Jeff, bloody painter, and jason the toymaker.

Sally, clockwork, and nurse Ann

Proxy's are allowed to leave the manor to live on their own, but it can't be too far away from the forest.

If they get too far from the forest, especially the new proxy's, he'd start to lose his control over them.

Either causing them to have a full blown mental breakdown, (usually ending in them "offing" themselves) or they'd realize what Slenderman has done to them, making them want revenge.

A lot of zalgos proxy's are Slendermans old proxy's that he lost control of.

I think slenderman would usually keep his proxy's in a daze, he would give them constant hallucinations.

Especially the ones that have stronger will power than the others.

From the proxy's point of view, the random people that wander into the forest would be people from their past, or their worst fear.

Like for Jeff, when you see a random hiker, he sees his mother's corpse speaking to him, telling him how awful he is.

The proxy's do have ranks, but it's just based off of who is stronger, and who is his most trusted proxy.

The higher the ranks, the less he feels like he has to keep them under control, for example, ticci toby is a higher ranking proxy.

He can go into town, and go to different states if needed, because Slenderman knows that he's "brainwashed" toby enough, that he'll just come back on his own.

Although he's manipulated most of his proxy's, there are some entities that work for him by choice.

Eyeless jack works for him for protection, and company.

He has few friends at the manor, but he gets lonely in the forest on his own.

and

Laughing jack works for him because of how many children live near the forest.

I think slenderman would be able to "bind" spirits, like sally and BEN.

He doesn't have a "father & daughter" relationship with Sally, unless he's trying to manipulate her.

He uses her to lure other children into the forest, when he's too busy.

ik a lot of people hc that zalgo and slenderman hate each other, but I personally don't.

I think of them like old business partners, who now have their own business, but their workers all hate eachother.

They view their proxy's as playthings, not people.

They don't think their proxy's are worth fighting over.

Speaking of zalgo, a few of his "proxy's" are:

Jane the killer:

she became his proxy because she couldn't handle being in the same house as Jeff.

She joined a little while after jeff, at that time, he would constantly taunt her, and play mind games with her.

Slender would do nothing about it unless it got physical.

Homicidal liu:

He got too far away from Slenderman causing him to break away from his "daze" and fully realize what he's done to all his victims.

Zalgo took that chance to manipulate him.

Nina the killer:

She used to be obsessed with jeff, but eventually those feelings died out once she realized how cruel he actually was.

Now she holds resentment towards anyone related to jeff, in any way.

Mentally, she's still about 15-17.

She still thinks like an angsty teenager, so when she actually realized that jeff has just been using her, she "ran away"

UHH ANYWAYS THATS IT 🤾🏽‍♀️🤾🏽‍♀️

I've had to write so much irl last week it kinda feels like I've been written out .

TY FOR READING - M

[bygracealonegirly]

The anniversary of my brother's death is coming up, and 3 years later I'm shocked at how the grief can creep up and swallow me still. If I think about him more than in passing I still weep. I'm still overwhelmed by the absence of his belly laugh and mischievous grin. I still feel rage creep up when I think about how unfair it all is; his 3 young children were too small to have personal memories of him, and must subsist on what we show and tell them. His beloved wife only got 5 years with him total - some people get 60. Our view into God's plan is so narrow, I know, I really do, but still, why him?

CJ was something else. A real gen-u-ine cowboy. Tough hands, crinkly eyes, and an ever present grin. Quite the dancer. A heck of a card player. An even better choir singer. He was never short on jokes or belly laughs. The best darn bow hunting partner I'll ever have. And gosh he loved his wife; the sun rose and set on her from the moment they memorably met (she slapped his rear end on a dare during a rodeo and told him to quote "giddy up cowboy"; they were wed 18 months later). He was an incredibly doting father who insisted on doing the late night feedings because work kept him so busy in the daytime. And most of all he was a true Christian who shared God's Word with most anyone who would listen and loved his neighbors.

Every year I approach being older than he ever was. 24 years and 18 days, 6 hours and 32 minutes (I'm sure Mama knows the seconds.) It's unnatural to grow older than your big brother, and each of us younger siblings marches toward it; my sister surpassed him recently and fell into hysterics once she realized. The clock now looms over me like the shadow of death itself.

It was a farm accident. A freak thing. Everyone tried their best to save him; first his wife, then the neighbors, then local EMTs, a flight nurse and a paramedic, countless nurses and doctors and specialists from The Big City. They all wept with us as he took his final breaths, surrounded by more people than the hospital was technically supposed to let in. It took him an excruciatingly long time to pass on once support was pulled, and his heart only finally slowed and stopped when his wife assured him "I've got this CJ, don't worry, I've got the kids and the cows, you go on home now".

I can't even type that without shaking.

I hardly knew her before they wed, and not much more before he passed away. She became much more than the mother of my nieces in the wake of his death; she's well and truly one of the strongest people I know, and a true sister to me. I'll never be able to thank her enough for giving him peace enough to let go in his final moments. She's not much of a dancer or a card player, and she can't so much as hit the side of a broad barn with a bow, but I like singing with her in church, and she's helping me learn to quilt now.

I read somewhere that grief is just love with no place to go. So tonight as my throat aches with thoughts of CJ, I'll pour out some of this love. Into my dogs, my horses, my plants, my nieces, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law's new boyfriend, and God, who I know is in control and has a Plan, who has overcome the grave, and whose will I submit to even if at this moment it's painful. Because I know He keeps His promises.

"I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

Ride on Cowboy, see you on the other side 💙

[witheredoffherwitch]

People cite Alys's stillborn children as evidence she was unable to bear a living son, when in real life women manage to carry a child after suffering miscarriages and stillbirths, even in asoiaf, we can find several examples as Lysa, Naerys etc.

There is no information about the circumstances under which Alys got pregnant with these stillborn children, how old she was when it happened, whether it was of her own free will, or who fathered these children.

All we know though was that she eventually became a wetnurse for the legitimate children of her relatives. But why, instead of mourning her own children, did she end up being nothing but a "milk cow" for her so-called family? When historically, it was an extremely humiliating occupation aimed at exploiting women, which could cause deep pain and trauma. It is hard to say if she became one willingly, but even harder to say whether she even had a choice back then at all.

The saddest part was that she had to face the consequences of something she had no control over, as people started accusing her of sacrificing her children in order to gain certain powers and knowledges, labelling her as a witch (regardless of any magical abilities she could have or not), which further stigmatised her.

But have they ever considered that it is quite possible that, instead of getting the proper amount of rest that women should receive during pregnancy, Alys suffered stillborns as a result of her previous pregnancies, since she had to work hard as a servant to her own family. Considering general attitude toward bastards, it is possible that she had to endure daily abuse as well as a lot of stress, which could be detrimental to her pregnancies.

This is purely my guess, but perhaps among the factors why Alys managed to bear a child was that along with Strongs, a source of her greatest emotional turmoil was gone🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Hi nonnie, thanks for this ask. Once again, apologies for the late response 🙏

I wasn't aware that people were citing her stillborns as some proof of her infertility. That is just stupid, plain and simple! I'm in full agreement with your interpretation and if we are to purely rely on F&B, then this hypothesis is far more plausible. Her reputation as someone indulging in dark arts is certainly going to produce more bizarre theories around her stillborns. Moreover, like you said, we are never given any account of her past relationships; all we know is that she served as a wet nurse for Harwin and Larys, or even Lyonel. There is also a good chance that she was a proper witch that used glamour magic to appear younger (like Melisandre). And if that is true, then we don't know the true nature of these stillbirths.

However, I reckon they have their own version of Alys in mind for the show. While reading F&B, I had pictured Alys to be an alluring, poised figure. But the show seems to be going in a completely different direction. From leaks, she is revealed to be this kooky, charismatic character who is no stranger to trouble -- and given how they've paralleled Aemond's character as someone who is cold, lethal and distant, this pair will be a rather endearing contrast on-screen. It's uncertain how much backstory will be revealed since Gayle looks slightly younger than what I anticipated in the novel. There might be hints of her being Lyonel's (or even Simon's) bastard who knows a thing or two beyond an average individual (like a weird mix of Jojen, Orell and Osha). However, I doubt we'll get to see her as an all-powerful seer who can predict the future like one of those shadowbinders. I have talked about them being interesting headcanons but I doubt the show will proceed in that direction.

I am desperately waiting for a teaser reveal. I think we can even deduce lot of the character traits from the costume/wig design alone. Till now, the leaks and casting choice has me wondering if she will be a quirky mix between Ygritte and Osha.. rather than some alluring, mysterious depiction like Melisandre. I personally don't have a preference but considering Gayle's past performances, it looks like the former would suit her perfectly -- and honestly, she's going to kill it. Her screen presence rivals that of Ewan's; these two are going to be absolutely amazing!!

Once again, these are just mere speculations and should not be taken as a gospel truth. If her story is meant to end with the battle above God's eye, then we might not catch a glimpse of her past or witness a pregnancy arc. I desperately hope I am wrong here but let's see..

Thanks for the ask again!

Love, Kalki 🤗

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 4)

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It had been nearly three years since that day. The day Jaune Arc walked out of her life. Her legal team had reviewed the documents, and quickly advised her to agree to the terms. They were fair, and had clauses that allowed for amendment of the agreements at later dates, if a need to do so arose. So she signed them as she cried. Memories of times that shouldn't have happened feeding her depression. It had signalled a very dark time in her life, and she spiralled out of control. Loosing herself to drink, risky missions, and other activities.

“What are you doing to yourself!” screamed her mother as Pyrrha nursed a bad hangover on the couch of her mother's house. “Pyrrha, what is going on?”

“I'm fine.”

“No, you're not fine! You are far from fine!” Athena Nikos was livid, embarrassed, and frustrated. “So you are going to tell me what is going on with you, and I mean now!”

“Nothing is going on!” Pyrrha shouted back.

“Really? REALLY?” Athena grabbed a bunch of printed off tabloid articles, and threw them down on the coffee table before her daughter, “He IS a married man, Pyrrha! A married man!”

“His wife's a bitch.”

“And what about that video of you and that girl?” Athena was about to totally lose it. “Are you intentionally trying to destroy yourself? You are better than this! You have a daughter to look out for!”

“I don't have a daughter! She's gone! He took her away!”

“And I wonder why he felt the need to do that? I wonder?”

“Fuck you!”

“No, this is done. Get out of my house! You want to make yourself into a laughingstock then go, go whore yourself out like you have been. Go live in the bottom of a bottle, but you sure as fuck won't be getting any more support from me!” Athena moved to the table, and grabbed another handful of papers, throwing them into her daughter's face, “And here, these are all the contract cancellation notices.”

“What the fuck. They can't...” Pyrrha grabbed a couple of the papers and tried to focus on the fine print of the scattered documents.

“They can and did!” Athena was past livid now. She loved her daughter, and it tore her apart seeing her crumble from stress into addiction. But she was at her wits end at what to do. So finally, much like the father of her granddaughter did, she had to just distance herself. “Out!”

/=/

Jaune and Azalea had moved to Argus not long after Pyrrha had signed the custody and support agreements. He did it for a few reasons. To get away from the memories of his failed attempt at a life with Pyrrha in Vale. To be closer to his eldest sister, her wife and Az's only current cousin; and to be able to at least give Az a chance to know her mother's side of the family with twice weekly over night stays with her grandmother.

He knew Pyr was floundering. Years of constantly being in the public eye finally cracking all her will, and forcing to succumb to the stress, in less than healthy ways. Yet, he had to focus his concerns on Azalea. It was underhanded, he knew, but with tips offs from Az's grandmother, he avoided ever being around the house when Pyrrha was crashing there. He isolated his daughter from the train wreck her mother had become. Jaune didn't want to keep the two most important people in his life apart, but Azalea didn't deserve to see what her mother was becoming. She deserved to only have happy memories of her mother.

On good days, he was more than happy to drop Azalea off at her grandmother's, to spend much needed time with her mother, but those times quickly became less and less. Pyrrha was spiralling, and Jaune instinctively knew he had to protect Az from the disaster that was approaching. He wanted to reach out to Pyrrha, to wrap his arms around her, and make her struggles go away... but right now with what she was doing, it wasn't possible.

The support payments had made his life taking care of his growing girl easier, and allowed him a bit more freedom to pursue his new passion. He had long given up on the huntsman myth. He saw what that life was doing to his friends, and even though he started out wanting to be a hero, after Azalea's birth he understood something more. Heroes didn't have to be warriors fighting darkness, they could be someone offering warm hugs, and soft cheek kisses. He was Azalea's hero, and that was to him the greatest achievement he could have ever accomplished.

It was in the second year after his move to Argus, that Athena made a request of him. He had always been taught to give the courtesy of listening when someone wanted to speak with you, so he did. Without hesitation, agreed, to her request.

[capitalnineteen]

one of my grandmother's had alzheimer's. we lived with her when i was in high school and took care of her but my aunt had power of attorney and when a bed in a nursing home became available, she turned it down because, as she said, she wasn't ready to do that to her momma. but she wasn't the one doing day to day care. she wasn't the one trying to keep the diabetic from eating again because she didn't remember she'd just had breakfast. she wasn't the one living in a house where the only bathroom was through the bedroom of a woman who went to bed at 7 pm.

after that we all agreed that if we were in that position, we'd want our loved ones to put us in the nursing home where people who were paid to take care of us could do it and go home at the end of a shift.

then my other grandmother got dementia and we had that conversation again.

now we're in a similar (but different) place with my mother only we can't have that conversation with her and all the resources we've tried for aren't helping and i'm not remotely going into details but i need out of this situation. i need my niece (who in all but legal sense is my child) out of this situation. i'd like to get my dad out of the situation too but.

and so i end up in conversations with my partner about what to do, trying to make plans, and constantly constantly in my head is this thought of 'how long until it's me?' and this feeling i should tell her to get out while she can.

and i think back to those old conversations about 'if i'm in this position, do this' and wonder if it's good or not. i mean i do think it's good to have conversations about what your choice would be in a situation where you wouldn't be able to tell your loved ones your choices but i guess i'm wondering if it's helped foster some sort of feeling of 'get out while you can' in me, that there's always some kind of profit/loss column exercise with regards to if i'm worth someone's time. and i know that my personal issues always come down on the side of 'probably not' so add in something like this kind of situation? of course i'd want to say 'run! run far and fast and don't look back! i'd get out too if i could but i'm stuck being me' and i know that's not good.

it's not an all the time feeling. it's just that everything is so hard right now and it's all just so much waiting and having no control over anything and being sad and scared and trapped and unhappy and stuck in my thoughts in that frame of mind.

i don't even know why i'm writing all this. i just can't stop connecting that old conversation to now and reexamining it from different angles and wondering.

[hello-universe-lovers]

It took a bit but I made drone versions of Natalie and Adrien (@ianosaur03) for the "Havoc and Murder" au made by @alex-dontknow and @taterswithranch (for the og Havoc and Homework au).

(If you wanna know some lore I made, click read more)

Natalie and Adrien Scarborough are a couple of young drones, living their lives and serving their Colony. Natalie aids in medical services which often overlap with repairs and the like. While Adrien is responsible for software repairs and general IT, and teaching younger drones how to self repair and implement anti-viruses. They are generally well liked by the colony, given how both work so closely with saving lives.

They don't have much understanding about Absolute_Solver, however. They don't even know it's a thing. Their kind nature makes it so that they often fix people first, ask questions later. Which lead into their friendship with Faraday.

Faraday came in to the medical one day and asked for some oil. This became frequent enough that Natalie took noticed and is concerned. But as a nurse and not a doctor drone, she can't ask for anything beyond leaving some oil to the side for him, if and when his visits. As for Adrien, he sees him as a good drone to talk to, but worries like his wife. He doesn't dig around, that's rude and Faraday seems to have it under control. Still, the couple mutually agreed to watch over him and help him, when he's about to collapse. Their current theory is that his cooling unit is defected.

Will they ever know about Absolute_Solver? Probably. Will they put 2 and 2 together? No. That's how trusting they are. They even have a guest room for him, regardless if he has his own or not. And they will do it for just about anyone who needs some help to get off the ground.