#she moved on to her eldest daughter who just started living with her dad more

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Three times

Warnings: smut (cause I’ve got daddy issues)

Note: this is consensual, don’t worry!

She was waiting for family to return to their big house. She had found herself being the house sitter while her mom, dad, and brothers go out to eat. It was a new house as well, and she knew that this place was haunted before even finding out it could potentially be

A nice house like this suddenly on the market? That seemed way too good to be true. She was happy though that she was only helping her family move into the place, and could leave soon. She didn’t have a good relationship with her parents, but what lured her into helping was how it gave off a feeling to her that she couldn’t describe

She’s been wanting to go into the attic since she’s arrived as well. She hadn’t had a clue what could be drawing her attention like this, but she didn’t want to find out. She thought it would be a safer option to stay away from the attic

Adam and Barbara didn’t want to scare her off already, because she seemed much more chill than her family members. But they also didn’t want to scare the young boys. Barbara didn’t think summoning Beetlejuice was a good idea either for this job

But luckily for the couple, Beetlejuice has other plans. He’s seen what the eldest daughter looked like, and has definitely taken a liking in her. He knew he didn’t have much time to be alone with her in the house either. He was determined to get her up in the attic as well, so he just waits in the model for her to come in

It was getting later in the afternoon, and her family still hadn’t returned yet. At this point out of pure boredom and curiosity, she finally goes upstairs. Once she reaches the attic door, she takes out the key that opens any door in the house that was meant to be given to her father

But she couldn’t see herself letting the keys go. She easily unlocked the attic door, because Adam and Barbra were currently talking to Juno. Beetlejuice had noticed she was inside of the attic now, and smirks

“Hey, over here!” He calls her over, which makes her look directly at him. She crouches down to be at his level, which makes him feel a certain way. Whatever strong connection she felt was definitely present, and now she’s realizing it’s him who she was having a strong connection to

“My, you’re a handsome little fella” she says confidently, which makes him smirk. “I can grow bigger if you’d want me too. You just gotta say my name three times” he flirts, which makes her blush

“I’ve never had sex with a dead person before” she admits, which makes him smirk. “Well there’s a first time for everything, right?” She nods her head, and then asked what his name was. Soon a sign shows up pointing towards his head with his name on it three times

“Beetlejuice” she starts, which makes him continue to smirk. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” he had vanished from the model of the town. She looks confused, until she heard a record playing in the background. She follows where the music lead her to, and found herself in the guest bedroom she’s currently staying in

When she enters, the bed had dead rose petals around it. A sexual song played on the record, and the lights were off. But Beetlejuice wasn’t in the room. Confused by the random disappearance, she was about to leave until the door slams shut on her

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who’s living” he says out of nowhere, which makes her look at him. He was lying naked on the guest bed, which took her by surprise. “And fallen for someone who’s alive as well” she walks over towards her bed, with every intent of letting him claim her

Her clothes come off of her now, and she now laid underneath him. He kisses her on her lips, which makes her return the kiss. His hand goes down to her pussy, and he felt how wet she was for him. He pulls apart now, and grins. “You’re all wet for a dead guy. How exotic” he says as he places his hand back onto the comforter

Without any more waiting, he goes into her. Her hands intertwined with his as her head arches back. A moan left her now as he begins to thrust at an abnormal speed. The bed was squeaking as his lips attack her neck with hickeys

“Bee” she moans out, which makes him amused by the nickname given to him. He moans loudly, which made her happy that she was the only one in the house. She came all over him, without any warning. He stops, and pulls out of her

She was tired already, but he had just gotten started. He lowers himself to be facing her pussy now, and begins to lick her. Her legs comfortably wrapped around him as his tongue begins to vibrate against her

She was shocked by the action, but then remembered she was being fucked by a ghost. He continues to lick her with his tongue vibrating, which drove her to her second orgasm. Satisfied with her coming a second time, he stops

She now didn’t care that she was sleepy, and needed more pleasure now. He comes back to laying on top of her, and makes her look at him now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder this time, okay?” She simply nods her head, and soon he was back in her

His thrusting the same pace, but his cock was vibrating this time. She came already with moaning the nickname she had given him, which makes him also let himself come this time. She had to wait a while before he came in her. He gets out of her, and laid down next to her

Unaware how much time had passed, her thoughts were on her family. His thoughts were on how wonderful that experience was, and wished she could stay longer. But then a brilliant idea came to his head if he wanted to leave the afterlife

Clothes appeared on him, and now he’s standing. Her attention was definitely on him now. She sits up to see where this was going. “I need to tell you something very important” he started, which makes them slightly nervous about where this was going

“I-“ the phone goes off in the background, which throws her off guard. Clothes reappeared onto her as she stands up. “Just one second” she goes downstairs, with him following along. When she got to the phone, she picks it up from its holder and places it close to her ear

She wasn’t expecting a phone call, or a phone call to inform her that her family was dead. She went as pale as he was, and felt like fainting. The cause of death was unknown, but now this place had no owner again. She placed the phone back to end the call. “What were you gonna say, Bee?” She asked as tears came rolling down her cheeks

“Well it depends, what just happened?” She explained to him what had happened. A twinge of guilt sneaks into him, but he needed to leave the afterlife somehow. “I need to get married to leave the afterlife” he said casually after what she told him. She thought that was an excellent way to get her mind off of the horrid news

She smiles as tears continue to leave her eyes. He seemed shocked by her reaction, but smiles as well. “Let’s get married then” she says as she now wipes her tears away. Before anything actually happened, Adam and Barbra stood there in shock. She looks at the couple, and so does Beetlejuice

“Oh hello! You two must be the couple that died here originally” she says, which makes the couple more shocked. “Jeez, you guys act like news doesn’t eventually spread. Especially with something so tragic” then she was reminded about her family members that she lost

She was all alone. She also barely knew Beetlejuice to be considering him apart of this. This marriage thing was clearly just a way to make the two happy in two drastic different ways. Perhaps this is why the strong connection still exists between the two

But even Adam and Barbra feel differently now with the two standing next to each other. “There’s some weird connection here with us” Barbara says, instead of bringing up the marriage that’s gonna happen. She finds herself blush at that, but didn’t even understand this feeling either

This is what made her scared to go to the attic originally, because she knew about the couple being in the house, but no other entity. She thought it was gonna be some awful demon, just waiting in their to take her soul

Her thoughts also keep lingering onto her dead family members. ‘What had happened?’ She wondered. “Oh, that’s just coming from us” Beetlejuice casually says, but she was too focused on this strange mystery of her family. “Ghosts can do that? Even if you haven’t met the person yet?” Adam asks Beetlejuice

“I guess so. Not sure, since you know me pal: I don’t play by the rules of the afterlife. I mean what’s the point? I’m dead for fuck sakes! I shouldn’t have to worry about doing more work in the afterlife as well” Beetlejuice says as his attention goes onto his soon to be wife

He saw the color drain out of her; the likeness of her passing out. Beetlejuice gets her seated onto the couch, which took Adam and Barbra by surprise that he was capable of doing such a nice deed. Sure it was a small thing, but it was a big deal

She started to cry into his shoulder was the two were stated. Adam and Barbara were confused, and worried for her. Beetlejuice looks at the couple, and told the two to fuck off. The couple listens, since the two didn’t want to intrude on anything personal

Beetlejuice seemed to be all the sudden great at comforting people, and was quite surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. “You’ll probably see them again. And they’ll definitely look for you, because not all of us are locked up in one location” she sniffles, and then raises her head to make eye contact with him

She smiles again, and thanked him. The clock struck midnight, and the two had gotten married. After the first kiss, she goes in for seconds. He’s alive, which makes her pull apart. She admires him, and adores his dark blue eyes

“You’re gorgeous Bee” she admits as she continues to admire him. “Thank you” he says as he smiles. A year had passed, and she hadn’t seen him since still being in the house and after her family’s funeral. The two parted ways because he wanted to figure out the world himself

She thought about him everyday, and kept the wedding ring on her finger. She wondered if he kept his on as well, but she had doubts that he would keep his ring on. A new neighbor had just moved in next door. She planned on saying hello to the new neighbor to be on good terms day one

She currently sat on her couch, and was watching something random on the television. A knock on her door makes her get up from her couch. She opens the door to see Beetlejuice. Shocked, she just stood there until one of them said something

He was also stunned to see her face again. He took notice that she still wore her wedding ring. She checked to see if he kept his on, and noticed it was still on. Tears left her eyes as he instinctively kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, and soon the door was shut and she was pinned to the wall

Beetlejuice had missed her, and couldn’t stop thinking about her since they parted ways. Even with all the women hitting on him, his heart happily belonged to her

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Family Pack #4

I’m happy to share some sims with you all today! In this post, you’ll find 9 households (35 sims total), each with their own stories and biographies. All of these sims have additional Everyday outfits, skills, bonus traits, Likes and Dislikes, Turn Ons and Turn Offs, sexual orientations, pronouns, family dynamics, and Lifestyles. You can find them all on the gallery under my Origin ID: TheLastAirSimmer or in the tray files linked under the cut! As always, feel free to tag me if you end up using them.

Abreu

A respected food critic, Maria’s opinion is highly valued by all as the towns’ baked good connoisseur. Her husband Joaquin, a renowned pianist, is no exception; he worships the ground she walks on. Together, they project their creative outlooks onto their sons. Santiago, the eldest and a romantic, has the full support of his parents and wants to become a professional wedding photographer. Even though young Rémy feels he didn’t inherit his parents’ imagination, he still wants to make them proud.

Monaghan

As young parents, Stefan and Marianne sacrificed a lot. Stefan became a cop to support his family, but still gets caught up trying to relive his youth. Marianne longs for the day that she can quit her job at the local diner and become a singer. Both are worried that their burnout of a son Zack sets a bad example for the other boys. Soren just wants to play videogames all day while Tatum and Aria constantly argue. Meanwhile, poor attention seeking Hunter is at risk of falling through the cracks.

Larson

Quite the jazz singer in his day, Clive is desperate to find ways to stay relevant in the ever-changing music scene. Fiona, longing for the authentic soul who serenaded her years ago, knows she can inspire him again; she’s stood by him through a lot. But until then, you can find the melancholy art critic drinking to yesteryear at the bar. Jade dropped out of college to pursue a career in social media (much to Fiona’s discontent) while Candice is following the artistic path her parents paved.

Hollifield

As a teen, Whitney’s future looked bright. But she forfeited a lot of opportunities to pursue a whirlwind romance with a boy who had a dangerous edge. They were happy for a time, but it didn’t last and the only thing she kept from that relationship was her daughter Emma. She now works a lowly job in fast food while taking classes at Britechester, hoping to find a career in social media. Her days are busier as a working single mom, but Emma keeps herself entertained by befriending her neighbors.

Catton

Following the loss of her son to avoidable circumstances, Dottie found herself in the care of his two children. Filled with regret for not doing more for her son, the college professor watches the kids like a hawk! She’s keen on using her connections to better their lives. Temperamental Owen does well to make her proud with his grades, but he has an artsy side that he only shares with those closest to him. His little sister Bonnie would rather spend time making friends than studying though.

Qian

After founding a groundbreaking app, Shirong found a place among the company of the rich and powerful. His charming wife Meifing, quite the schmoozer at elite parties, is constantly looking for funding for her next big venture (while also being the go-to-girl for all the neighborhood gossip). Nuo chose to move home after grad school to save money, but is ready to leave and start her own law firm. Her younger brother Haoyu adds to her restlessness by barraging her with his antics.

Sullivan

Atticus’ dad Clifford, a retired veteran, supported his sons’ musical dreams fully, having raised him alone after his wife died. While roaming the world, Atticus met Elisa; a fashion guru with a fiery disposition. The pair had three children and Clifford moved in to help with the newborn. Like her dad, Lydia also wants to be an artist (whether if it’s for her love for acting or a desire to be in the spotlight remains to be seen) while Malicia, afraid of being unseen, finds relief in her friends.

Kingsley-Ramirez

Jaime and Paxton met/moved in together before they could actually get to know each other, both having been new to the city at the time with zero connections. They found themselves compatible not only as roommates, but eventually boyfriends as well! Jaime always puts others before himself; it shows in the passion he has for social justice causes he advocates for. Meanwhile, Pax works a parttime job at a small coffee shop, but is intent on putting himself through school to become a veterinarian.

Tanaka-Murdock

Nigel and Shannon met at Foxbury and developed feelings for each other during study sessions. Though Nigel was the only one to graduate, he admires Shannon for making the decision that was right for her. He enjoys being the breadwinner while Shannon follows her artistic instincts, though he wishes he had his wife’s free spirit. Shannon is quite hard on herself and works tirelessly until she makes something she’s proud of while their son Kason, while a quick learner, really just wants to play.

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Very curious on Laura’s mommy and siblings, is there anything you can share?

I absolutely can!

Laura's mother is called Anne (her maiden surname being Charbonnier). She and Jean married in 1735, both aged around 25, and had ten nine children.

Physically, the first thing that had come to mind when I imagined her design was curly blonde hair and a long swan neck. Anne's build is quite tall and slender despite her age and number of pregnancies, and she has some noticeable birthmarks. Laura inherited her mom's diamond-shaped face and curly hair, as opposed to her dad's nose, freckles and complexion.

Anne was a headstrong and hardworking woman, with a strong loyalty to her husband despite his sour reputation. Laura was her first and eldest daughter, and both the pregnancy and birth were difficult for Anne, who nearly died in labor. However, miraculously, both her and her baby survived and made full recoveries. Thus, Jean baptized their daughter "Laura", to celebrate their little victory.

Laura was, as I said before, Jean's favorite child for that reason, and the fact that she was obedient and as headstrong as her mother solidified that fact. Anne saw it as privileging Laura, who also bothered her a bit because of her disinterest in marriage and her very outspoken faith, and so paid more attention to her other children and left Laura for her husband to take care of. Anne wasn't a bad mother and did her best, but she did emotionally neglect and/or lash out at Laura often, with an added touch of buried resentment due to the difficult birth.

When Laura got afflicted with her situation, Anne was so shocked she didn't speak to anyone for a week and worked her hands raw at chores to distract herself. She didn't go visit Laura, afraid of how painful it would be. An underlying guilt will follow her for the rest of her life, and her usual stern expression melted into one that appeared constantly worried or downcast after Laura's disappearance. Her husband, just as pained by the whole thing, silently forbade her and their children from speaking about Laura; it was a sour spot that the other villagers never brought up either due to the family's grief.

As for the Chastel children, here's their names directly from Wikipedia. I am NOT drawing all these guys.

There was rivalry between all of them, though it was never really serious and mostly just the product of their upbringing. Laura got along with her sisters better despite their lack of common interests, but also didn't overtly have problems with her brothers. As the oldest, Laura was the one reeling them in and often babysitting, always bringing them out of trouble. Her brothers would grow to feel protective of her in their teenhood, and constantly try to find her a man much to her annoyance. Jean forbade them from going to see her when she got bitten, mostly due to the pain of the transformation causing Laura to have to be constantly restrained.

After Laura's disappearance, the family dynamic started to turn sour, with a constant air of not addressing the elephant in the room. Some of the siblings left the town completely, while a few others turned out not so great; most ended up with normal lives, trying to move on from the tragedy that occurred. No mention of Laura would be spoken, as they all decided that talking about it would be too painful, especially considering the lack of answers they all have - and that Jean refuses to give.

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That sparkle ( Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary :when rick grimes eldest daughter is found after ten years of being alone after catching her mother and shane together , she was presumed dead only to be found by daryl dixon his way home from a supply run.

Warning: it follows no storyline is alluded to be alexandria but again follows not certain timeliness all self indulgent fluff piece slight angst

Tired , sweaty and just all round done was the theme of the day, feet dragging along the ground even though every part screamed to stop . But stopping meant so much more , it could mean death so pushing on was the only option. The world went to complete shit , rules flew out the window the day the dead walked the earth and it only gotten worse years later. The threat of stopping wasn't only if a walker would get you because the living could be just as dangerous . it was something she learned in her years alone , keeping herself safe meant pushing the boundaries of her mental and physical boundaries. The sun beating down her back and the crunch of the gravel under boots all she wanted was to atleast find some water source close by . the sound of a bike had her alert she moved more in the road giving whoever it was the space to pass her by and hoping it wasn't some creep trying something because tired or not she could use a blade just as good . her eyes closed when the engine cut off and the sound of heavier footsteps came behind her. Hand on the blade as she turned ready to go out fighting with all she had left .

" y/n?" the voice , she knew it like a song of the past coming to her ears. It wasn't like she could forget it big part of the start of this whole mess . her eyebrows furrowed trying to figure if she was truly and lastly losing her mentality when she looked at the face of the past.

" daryl '' she croaked before everything went black .

He didn't know how he moved so quickly, giving shock of seeing her before him but it was her , he knew those eyes were ones that used to sparkle or fire up depending on the person aimed at . hauling her in his arms he went to his bike holding her like the most precious cargo before he set off . wondering where she went that night and the guilt of not following after . how days he spent looking for her or shane telling them she would come back til one day he didn't mention her again. That anger in her that night hell even merle kept his mouth shut which still surprised him to this day but then again his brother did have a soft spot for the girl , he said she was the only one who had balls and he agreed with that one.

Pulling up to the gate walls he wasn't surprised to see carol coming out to him was a routine they had but he notice her eyes looking at the now woman in his arms before he got off the bike her hair fell from her face and carols gasp was loud . 

" Get rick grimes" she yelled as she helped Daryl bring the woman in as another grabbed his bike . two shared a look before looking down at her face wondering maybe processing the face of the past . both unsure of what to say or where to begin to even explain how this was possible. " Oh sweet girl" carol finally said a tear falling down her cheek.

His feet moved on their own , while his brain tried to comprehend what the hell was going on , he told daryl not to bring anymore back unless he was there , they couldn't keep taking in strangers it never ended on a good term. But when he walked into carol daryl nodding a greeting to the sherif only for the older woman to move and his eyes falling to the face she was cleaning. He knew who it was straight away , more grown up but he knew that face he watched that face grow from a baby to a moody teen before everything happened . He had to be dreaming mind finally snapping all the losses coming in a wave and drowning him fully as he looked down at the face of his first born , the one that made him a dad.

" y/n" he stumbled back never thinking this reunion would of happened . she was gone when he found lori and carl back then and now here she was laid out before him. He later found out she stormed off one night after catching lori and shane and was never seen again presumed to be dead and yet ten years later here she was.

" she ok just worn out she woke a little so we got her iv of fluids and .." carols voice cracked.

" she's alive" he whispered looking between his two friends . could see the crowd trying to look as judith pushed past .

" whats going on" she asked confused.

" it's y/n , your big sister y/n" rick finally clear his throat turning to his daughter as she curiously inspected the woman .

" carl talked about her alot used to tell me he hope he was a good big brother as she was good big sister" she smiled .

" whatche lookin at an who gave you the permission to come inta our home" daryl growled at the gawking crowd. " OUT" He yelled slamming the door only for a groan to come from the girl. " shit sorry" .

" what , where am i" her eyes opening slowly trying to focus feeling like it was a fever dream.

" you don't remember we talked" the sweet voice of the woman she remember all those years ago .

" carol that you" she squinted before a smile took over.

" hey sweet girl" she hugged her close .

" so i didn't image dixon then huh?" she chuckled wincing at how dry her throat was til her eyes landed on the those blue eyes. One's she definitely didn't think she would see , she always said it even though they told her time and time again he was dead she never believe it and now the proof was standing before her. " d-d-dad your alive" she said trying to get up although the weakness took over and it was him pulling her into a hug holding her so tight she didn't care how it hurt or how her muscles ache . she ignored all of it knowing she was able to hug her dad again .

" you're alive" he repeat her own words holding her face in his hands hating how he couldn't protect her all this time .

"dad?" the little voice called behind her making y/n look around seeing the little girl standing their .

" who's this" y/n smiled although a little embarrassed knowing what a state she must look.

" this is judith you're little sister"he smiled holding his hand out as she took it timidly almost shyly coming over.

" carl?"she asked as a silence took over the room . that shake of her fathers head and the pain in his eyes told her what words didn't.

"You're so pretty" judith blurted out .

" well i mean it's the genes" y/n winked although on the inside her heart hurt knowing being found meant the confirmation of few faces she would never see again . the knock on the door snapped her from her thoughts when daryl was grumbling about "nosey assholes". Only a little boy and woman walked in standing back , the woman had a bag in her hand as the little boy was looking her over the same curious nature.

" we brought some clean clothes" the woman smiled softly.

" y/n this is michonne my wife and our son Rj" rick stood bringing the over closer.

" damn grime you dirty dog" she joke making the other chuckle . " sorry i kinda stink and look like death warmed up i'm sure not how you imagined meeting the one that started this kid club" she smiled weakly only judith ran and hugged her and Rj following suit. She pulled a face causing rick to tell them to be easy . " leave em" she shook her head finding herself already in love with the two kids.

"I've heard all about you " michonne spoke up.

" i swear it's all lies" she laughed imagining all the embarrassing stories the three had to tell of her.

" only the truth" rick countered.

" this is crazy"she finally broke out laughing because what else could she do. Ten years she had spent alone , never staying in one place too long knowing it never ended good if she did, that hope of finding the people she loved dwindled but maybe it stayed in her subconscious.

After the first day she was able to move albeit very slowly as carol helped her shower. She hid the tear that streamed down her face thinking of those that were truly gone . How she never got to see her brother grow up and never would or her mother to tell her she was sorry and to take that I hate you back . She was even crying at the fact she was having an actual hot shower all the emotions she held coming out in and going down the drain . When she got out , she couldn't help the content sigh at soft clean clothes going on her skin. Or trying not to swallow the food place in front of her whole , trying to keep herself reserved , holding herself back . 

She asked about them all and listened with tears streaming down her face at how they died , even shed tears for merle again two had an unlikely friendship no one saw coming or expected to happen. She talked lightly of the time alone ,taking about how she spent a lot of time sleeping up in trees finding it the safest left out the part of not only from walkers . She never did have that happen many tried and many felt her knife in the result , it made her more reserved to others made it a lonelier too . Once she let herself be open to company and it ended in heartbreak that sworn her off it completely. She listened to the kids taking off their adventure or there favourite things. She noticed the adult taking shifts making sure she was ok probably making sure she was still there too .

She had been back with her family a few weeks staying with Carol and daryl. One night she was restless , no even mention of sleep coming . She huffed and groaned before finally getting up walking out the front door closing it softly behind her. She looked up at the sky , letting the night air fill her lungs she spotted the tree right at the side of the house and that were he found her. Sitting on the branch eyes locked on the sky above like it was most normal thing to do but then again it was for her.

" I didn't run away don't worry" she called down eyes still on sky.

" brought ya this so ya don' freeze" he chuckled as she finally looked down to see the hoodie in his hands . She wanted to tell him she was fine til a breeze went by making her shiver only to roll her eyes and hold her hand out . " I'll join ya see what it's like" she could hear the teasing tone but didn't say anything feeling the branches move as he grunted and groaned climbing up.

" you better not break my branch dixon" she narrowed her eyes playfully at the man but she know it was strong enough hold them both.

" it my damn tree" he handed her the hoodie.

" was" she laughed before her eyes looked back up at the sky, a comfort she had form all those years wondering if her family was alive would they be looking same sky til she would pretend or tell herself they were . She used to even talk to the skies like somehow her words would travel to them and now she found herself doing the same thing for a whole different reason and hoping her words went a different direction. While the archer eyes roamed over her , he didn't know what it was but she had him pulled to her like a magnet or sailor to a sirens call . He felt guilty , sick to his stomach over it knowing she was Rick's daughter , who was 14 year his junior but yet selfishly he couldn't stop himself . How somehow those eyes of her still had that sparkle even after all these year , that whatever she went through no matter how bad it was she still had that sparkle in her eyes. Granted how long she'd been alone it didn't make her cold or hard , she opened her arms to the ones close to her loved ones though she was cautious with the rest no one could blame her for that , especially him since he was the same.

" thank you" she finally said Confusing him completely .

" fer what" he asked.

" for not giving up when I left , for bringing me home now" she smiled looking at him softly he could of sworn he stopped breathing for a minute.

" carol told me when I left that night you went out every day after trying to find me until you guys had to move" she explained .

" well I mean someone had te" he shrugged his turn to look up at the sky.

" I never meant to leave fully I was just so mad at her ,them , when I calmed down I realised I was lost tried to find my way back and my dumb naive ass went further away" she shook her head .

" you were a kid, they should of went after you , I should of , nah instead we all let ya walk off" he gritted still mad at himself.

" I mean I would of fought whoever followed I don't think we all expected including myself for me to get lost again my ass was naive" she place her hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently before pulling it away only his hand stopped it holding it in its place now fully expecting her to push him out of the tree but she didn't she opened her hand and let his fingers intertwine with hers . Words no longer needed as they silently enjoyed the company of the other .

The sun rising when his eyes opened wondering how the hell he didn't fall to his death but that thought soon didn't matter when he turned his head seeing hers resting on his shoulder . He almost studied her face seering the image to his brain . Her eyelashes that touched top's of her cheek ,the peaceful angelic face ,plump lips parted as she left out soft snores only a clearing of throats snap the trance she had him in only to look down at the amused smirks looking up at the two . More surprised at one fully expecting the man smirking to be beating him up for looking at his daughter in such a way .

" wha" was all he could muster to say.

" breakfast is almost ready" rick called.

" oh shut up" he shook his head.

" we didn't say anything " carol laughed making the body beside him stir .

" yer faces did, we'll be down now" he grunted as the two walked off laughing as she rubbed her eyes looking confused at first before giving him the most beautiful smile he's ever seen another image he never wanted to forget out him mind .

" breakfast is ready" he finally whispered wondering why his voice went so quiet . 

" COME ON LOVE BIRDS" Michonne called walking past.

It wasn't missed on how the two looked at one another at first rick wanted to put stop to it but he knew if he did it could mean losing her again and even if he was her father who was he to tell her what to do after so long of being apart . Now he found the good side to it , he knew no one would protect her better, nor could take better care of her. So when the two stopped being so oblivious to what was in front of them he would give his blessing.

What no one expected was it taken  so long month of the two finding out. She walked through town book under her arm , eye already finding his giving him a bright wave only for a man she'd met a couple of time to stand in her way.

" hey y/n how are you" god even his smiled annoyed her but yet she politely smiled back. The man that was watching how this asshole stole her attention so easily , he could see it on her face no matter how hard she didn't want to be there. Still finding the whole social aspect of this new way of life hard. He watched the man's eyes roam over her body although daryl couldn't blame the man didn't mean he liked it . 

The fact she looked out of this world wearing the sundress carol picked out for her but it didn't mean this asshole could look at her like a piece of meat. This man trying to take what was his trying to be the one she would be with and like a flip of a switch his feet moved across the street like he was set on a mission . Determined on a solo mission hell he'd take the beating he thought was coming but now that was last on the list of shit to worry about , ignoring the man when he cupped her face in his hand before smashing his lips to hers showing everyone that was around how he felt for the girl before him . 

Smiling into the kiss as her hand came to the back of his neck as she pulled him in a way of being closer . Something he thought was so wrong never felt so fucking right having her in his arms , her lips on his feeling her body pressed to his. He went to smile at the asshole when they pulled back only slightly disappointed to find the man gone but it faded the instant his eyes met her , that damned sparkle that had him a goner. Then a clearing of a throat turned to see his best friend standing looking at him , arms crossed.

" about damn time" was all he said . 

" I love her and I'll protect her ... what " daryl rambled before the words finally registered.

" could see it the day she came" rick laughed .

" you love me" she squeaked.

" we need to talk at home but also thanks man" he clapped rick arm before pulling her along to the house feeling everyone's eyes on her . " I love you too ya know" she laughed making him stop crashing his lips to her again , be dammed who was looking . 

" I don't know why but glad ya do" he chuckled breathlessly pulling back.

" because your the most handsomest , selfless person who look after everyone no matter what , you always think you don't deserve anything when you deserve more than this world has giving you , you make me feel safe , cared for , how could a girl not fall for all that even if your a stubborn ass at times" she smirked and there it was a different kind of sparkle in her eyes one he always saw but never could decipher then it all clicked making him want to hit his head against the wall at the months his missed out having her as his. But now and long as she would have him he would make sure that sparkle never left her eyes , now she was his girl .

[ssadumba55]

Special Gift (Andy Davis x Reader)

Request: Hi!! Could I maybe request Husband Andy x reader. They are married and have children on their own and they play with Andy's old toys? Hope you have  a nice Day! :)

The past few days had been rough on the whole family, but you were feeling the effects the hardest. 

You, your husband Andy and your three children had just moved into a new house. It was a giant leap for everyone and you hadn’t expected it to be smooth sailing but you hadn’t expected it to be this hard either.

The children had been excited about the new adventure at first but now that they were here, they were starting to show their reservations. They missed their friends, especially your eldest daughter who was the only one old enough to attend real school yet. She was nervous about starting a school somewhere where she knew absolutltely no one. To make matters worse for the children, the house was a serious fixer upper.

Andy had bought the house because it was a four bedroom, but two of the bedrooms were full of major hazards for the kids and it would take a while before you could get them ready. So in the meantime, they all had to sleep in one bedroom. To lighten the blow a little, you had let the two oldest pick out a bunk bed to sleep in, but it was still obvious how much they missed their own rooms back home.

Andy was barely at home, school was starting in a few weeks and as a new teacher, he had to attend meetings, get to know the staff, create lesson plans. So all the work adjusting the children fell squarely on your shoulders. It was exhausting, most nights you crawled into bed wishing you’d never moved in the first place but the move had been necessary.

Not only did you and the kids need a change of scenery, this house was much closer to Andy’s childhood home. His little sister, Molly, had finally moved out for good and his mother was lonely more often than not. Being at a good distance to visit would make both her and Andy happy, not to mention this meant the kids could see their grandmother more often. Still, if you had known this was going to be so much effort before hand, you may have had second thoughts.

It was past dinner time now, the children were in the living room watching tv. Andy almost always came home late the past few weeks. He promised as soon as he had the free time he’d take you out somewhere special, but that was easier said than done.

You absently scrubbed dishes, trying to scrub away these thoughts with it. With any big change, their were bound to be bumps in the road. Soon, everything would be back to the way it was before.

“Dad’s home!” Ellie, the eldest of the three, shouted from her spot on the couch. The shout snapped you out of your dish daze, head whipping to get a look at the clock. It was much earlier than Andy was usually home, the kids were normally tucked away by the time he got home, fast asleep.

The sound of little feet running could be heard as they raced each other to meet their father, each one wanting to be the first to greet him at the door. Sure enough, the sound of the keys in the lock and the door opening could be heard. You grabbed a towel to dry your hands, coming out to see what all the commotion was about. 

Andy was trying to enter the house and take his stuff off, but he was also holding a large box. Being bombarded with children while trying to carry something was not easy.

“Alright,” you entered the fray, scooping up your youngest, two year old AJ. “Go get your PJs on. Let dad have a second to breathe before you knock him over.”

There were pouts, but they knew better than to disobey your orders. They raced up the stairs wanting to come back down as soon as possible. Andy placed the box he was carrying down, untying his shoes and slipping his jacket off.

“You’re home early.” You noted and he grinned over his shoulder as he hung up his jacket.

“I would’ve been home much earlier but I had to make a pit stop,” he gestured at the box. You raised your eyebrows in silent questioning. “Something real special for the kids. Thought it might help ease the transition.”

You eyed the box doubtfully as he came over to greet you properly, kissing you softly. From atop the stairs, Ellie and Charlie groaned and gagged, still too young to understand stuff like romance and marriage. In fact, they were still at the age where they thought the other gender had cooties.

Andy laughed, using his head to gesture to the next room and walking away to pick the box up. You followed the kids into the room, sitting on the couch while your husband took the floor to be closer to them. Slowly, he opened the box and began divvying it’s contents between his three children.

The box was filled with toys, not really modern toys. They were definitely all older, they looked like they had received a lot of love over the years but they were in no means in bad shape. A plastic green dinosaur and some little green aliens for baby AJ, a slinky dog and some potato heads for Charlie and a ragdoll horse and piggy bank for Ellie. 

Andy took the time as he handed them out to explain that they weren’t just any toys, they were his toys from when he was a little boy. What was left of them anyway, he explained that when he was younger he had had to move from his home too and that these toys had helped make it a little more bearable.

You sat back and watched as the kids connected with their father over the toys. When he held the toys and talked with his kids, he looked ages younger, almost like he had way before Ellie was born when the two of you were a young couple just starting to try things out.

The last three toys he had in the box were the winners of the whole thing though. It was like Andy had known these would be the winners and as such, had saved the best for last.

To match her horse, Ellie was given a beautiful ragdoll cowgirl. She had actual yarn for hair and on her back, a pullstring. When you first noticed the pullstring, you chuckled to yourself. Such an old doll, there was no way that thing still worked. Ellie pulled on it though and the cowgirl yodelled.

For Charlie, a Buzz Lightyear action figure, you recognized this one from your own youth. You had had one much the same. He must’ve had his batteries routinely replaced because everything about him still worked, from the retractable helmet to the buttons that made him speak to his karate chop action. There was something so nostalgic about watching your son zoom around the room with a toy you used to spend hours with, pretending he too was a spaceman in uncharted space.

And for AJ, a ragdoll cowboy in much the same fashion as the cowgirl. Instead of yodelling when you pulled his string though, he spoke different phrases. When Andy pulled it to get the attention of his youngest son, the cowboy cheerily claimed, “You’re my favourite deputy!”

Andy helped each of the kids write their names on the bottom of their new toys feet, something he said he had done when he was younger. When the special moment was over, you reached down to pick up one of the now forgotten original toys he’d given them from the box.

“I think Slinky Dog is injured who could’ve done this!”

And just like that, Jessie, Woody and Buzz were on the case. You and Andy took turns playing the rest of the characters, creating villains and other side characters to aid and impede the heroes as they went about their mission. Andy so easily got into character, it was almost second nature to him. You couldn’t even remember a time the five of you had sat and played like this before, the sound of laughter and tinny toy voice box phrases filled the air as you all ran around chasing each other.

Playtime that night went on way past bedtime, and ended with all five of you passed out on the couch.

“I’m not as young as I used to be.” Andy groaned, when the two of you woke up from your doze. You made a noise of agreement, playing like that had been so easy when you were as young as your kids were now, but decades later the muscles in your body ached slightly from the strain.

Gently, he picked up the boys and you grabbed your girl, carrying them up to the steps to their room.

While Andy tucked them in, you went back downstairs to collect the remaining toys the kids hadn’t fallen asleep with and leave them in the room for when they woke up. By the time you entered, the kids were dozing in their respective beds, blankets tucked up to their chins, Woody, Buzz and Jessie tucked safely in their new owners arms.

“Ready for bed, Evil Doctor Porkchop?” You joked as the two of you shut the bedroom door. Andy flushed, laughing awkwardly.

“It’s just a silly thing I made up as a kid.”

“I thought it was cute, I like when you play the villain.” You winked and he laughed, trying to stifle them so as not to wake the kids.

“You weren’t so bad yourself as the horse.”

“I was a horse kid I have lots of practice…”

Unbeknownst to either of you, as your voices drifted into the distance from the kids bedroom, the toys jumped to life.

“Yeehaw!” Jessie whisper yelled from the top bunk, managing for a brief moment to sneak out from under her kids arm to lean over and look at her friends. “Did you get a load of Andy?”

Woody gave her a pointed look from across the room from baby AJ’s crib, a look she could just barely see in the dim light of the nightlight. From the bottom bunk, Buzz’s whispered voice spoke; “It sure is nice to be back where we belong.”

None of the other toys could disagree. Bonnie was a nice little girl but she’d grown up too fast. Soon, they were once more sitting on the shelf collecting dust, craving playtime once more. None of them in a million years would have guessed they’d end up back in the Davis household.

Woody didn’t say anything from his spot but he had to agree. When it came to kids, none compared to the Davis kids. Andy had given him a new purpose in life, to watch this little guy grow and he couldn’t wait to do it by his old owners side. In the dim light, he gazed at the new scrawl on his foot poor little AJ was too young to actually write on his own but his dad had helped him; the cowboys fingers grazed over the words Andy Jr. on his foot. It felt like coming home.

Back in your room, you had already fallen back to sleep. Andy lay watching your breath come in and out in even huffs. Today had proven he’d picked the right person to be his life partner. In the future, he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to have to paint two roundup themed rooms and a Buzz Lightyear themed one. But for now, all he cared about was the fun they’d had as a family. This move really was going to be okay, he decided, pulling you close. For all of you.

[mister-fisch]

*Slaps the table*

Calvin Fischoeder headcanons!

His full name is Calvin-Percival Robert Fischoeder Jr. when he was a kid some people called him Cal,Vinnie,or Perci.Or junior if it was by his parents or an elder family member(live laugh love Calvin with a double barrel name)

He's 64 years old(Felix I imagine is 59 or in his late 50s so he and Calvin aren't too far apart in age,I imagine them being a little under 4 years apart)

His father is a German immigrant(though he frequently traveled to Switzerland and Austria to live with family for some times before he moved to america.)He(as his the father) spoke german whilstt he still alive,he forced Calvin to learn.Calvin in his day to day life doesn't use German that much ,but when he wants to confused people,or when he gets angry or feels any other intense emotional,or just when he feels like it he speaks German.He's still fluent.

In Calvin's younger years before he went gray he was a ginger.He had a lighter shade though.Because of this He or Felix will joke about him having no soul(Grover also would've joked about it but Calvin and Felix would act like that's not funny around Grover and act like grover's insensitive just to mess with him)

He learned how to ice-skate to simply spite Felix.

When he was a kid he took ballet,tap,and piano.He was expected to do more than Felix since he's the eldest child.(Felix only took Ballet)

He has 7 younger siblings because just because(headcanons are fun)

His mother died when he was 16.Every year on her birthday he spends the whole day at her grave,and spends most of the day without his eyepatch on.He brings a cake and some flowers there,and pretends like he's speaking to her. On the day she died he also spends a lot of the day there,he doesn't spend as long there as her birthday since its more sad for him,he brings flowers and he also leaves a shot of her favorite spirit. He doesn't do any of his landlord duties or any of his jobs that day.

He definetly has an alchohol problem (this isn't really hc since this is really backed up in the show)

He was allowed to drink when he was a kid.(I think this is also implied in canon and it just seems really in character for him)

He's tried to grow facial hair several times but he cant ,its always been very pathetic facial hair.And at some point he just gave up.When Felix brings up that Calvin doesn't have any facial hair he says he just didn't want to grow any instead of the fact he cant grow facial hair

He started a fake religion in his late teens to associate with his father's businesses to try and get them registered as non profits so he and his father wouldn't need to pay taxes.(much like what the kids do in with aquatisicm.)

Throughout the majority of his childhood aside from the earlier years of his childhood he played baseball,he continued to play baseball until his mid to late 20s during in college years

He killed Baxter.

He had kids,he wasnt the best father nor was in very present in his daughters lives but he was there for the when they really needed them (he would've had his 2 daughters sometime after Shelby left him so I would imagine the latter years of his 20s or his early 30s.He would've had his kids with a partner he had at the time which I need to develop a bit more.)He also definitely played favorites with his kids like his dad did with him and felix.

Him and Felix eat dinner together every night.

He and Felix frequently has a movie night which alot of the time Felix ends up getting to pick it because Felix somehow always manages to win a game they play to decide who gets to picks(which Felix usually chooses to watch a musical,most of the time ,Rent.)

Game night with Calvin an Felix always ends up with one of them getting injured.(Inga is very annoyed with that)

He took part in raising Grover :3(he was not good at it)

His favorite color is actually red but the suit he usually wears belonged to his father

Calvin's favorite animals are squriells are pidgeons and he meant to get into pigeonry but just had never gotten around to it.his favorite pidgeons are Lahore pigeons.

He's a cat person

[champangekisses]

Afterglow | R.C. & J.M.

Part One

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: swearing, banter, arguing, anger, suggestive, flirting

Summary: Reader’s first day back in the OBX after a year away is one to remember.

A/n: Part one to my first fic. I’m as excited as I am nervous to post this, I hope you enjoy!

All I could hear was the shouting, the constant rustle in the trees, the dogs barking uncontrollably. The flashlights shone through the trees and bushes as the sheriff and fellow deputies tried to desperately catch up to us. The fear set in, the rush of adrenaline still persistent in my body. I started to go numb as the limbs of the trees and bushes consistently smacked me all over. Then finally it happened, right before my eyes—my greatest fear became my living nightmare.

One Month Earlier

“Y/n! Make sure you pack yourself something nice to wear, remember no white!” My mom yelled up to remind me for the one hundredth time from the base of the stairs. I left the OBX a year ago, moved out to the middle of nowhere with my mom and her new husband and started a completely new life with them. Today, I finally get to go home, but unfortunately only for a week.

The Thornton’s eldest daughter is getting married off to some kid who graduated from law school, nothing special other than the groom comes from a wealthy family, and that's all that really matters out there. Keeping the rich - rich. My mom was always obsessed with the idea of me having a lifestyle almost identical to hers but I never was one for the shinier things in life, I just wanted to smoke pot and surf.

I had a plan though, she had always promised me that we would return off of one condition. “You will never see those worthless kids ever again.” Her words replayed in my head like the unmistakable tune of the piano keys I kept tapping ever so faintly as I waited by her bedroom entry, only to retain her opinion of the attire I had picked for the dreadful day to come.

“Y/n? Do you need something?” I quickly zoned back in, collecting all of the vindictive thoughts and stuffing them in a folder labeled drafts. I turned quickly to face her, she was in the middle of packing almost every nonessential item in her bathroom.

I gradually made my way to her bedside, settling down while staring at the ardent red dress in the palm of my hands. “What do you think about this one?” I spoke excitedly, masking the deceitful thoughts I was creating effortlessly in my head.

“I love it! The red dress has always been my favorite.” Her eyes glimmered at the thought of seeing me finally fit in with the kooks or as my step dad would say, the well educated kids. I gave a gentle smile to her before proceeding back through her reimposed bedroom doorway, gliding my fingers ever so delicately over the keys of the piano once more before continuing back up the staircase.

The trip there was awful and boring, outside of the plane windows you saw nothing but the many shades of green, luckily we were there within the matter of a couple hours. We took the latest flight that ultimately landed us at Charleston around eight in the evening. Exhaustedly as I am, I took it into my best interest to sleep during the next three and a half hours of our drive to the Outer Banks.

My body started lightly being pulled in one direction, then the other with every winding turn the old road took. With my eyes closed and slowly waking up, I started imagining the scenery of the old famous hang out at John B's. It was like dreaming in slow motion, watching as the sun kissed the water while we overcame the dying urge for a good time with uncontrollable laughter. Before my imagination concluded the car slowed, turning unhurriedly through massive gates that sat imperishable at the end of the elongated driveway.

Pulling up to the front doors of the old Tanneyhill Estate, I glanced into a dining room window staring at the distinctive profile of well-known Rafe Cameron. Our arrival made the inevitable distraction from the conversation at the dinner table which caused him to turn, concentrating on the moving vehicle on the other side of the very same window. The car stopped and I regained focus, grabbing my hand bag from the floorboard of the SUV before undoing my seatbelt.

Glancing down at my phone to check the time, I rested my hand on the door handle. Before I could put the energy into finally pulling it towards me, Ward swiftly swings the car door open—smiling almost as if he has never seen such a wonderful sight in his life. While demanding he help my stepdad with an argumentative tone, he reaches out for my hand and mildly holds it to help me out of the car.

I mumble a soft thanks before glancing to the front doors, locking eyes with the golden boy. Meanwhile behind me, Ward was continuing to the next car door, assisting with any need my parents had. Rafe never broke eye contact, even when he shifted his posture to lean against the framework, crossing his ankles while his hands stayed in his pockets. His smirk turned into a devilish grin that wreaked nothing but chaos. He sent chills that vibrated my bones, and even once received was not sufficient enough for the goosebumps coming to life on my neck.

I stared at the walkway in front of me, with each step the pit in my stomach grew. I could feel his eyes on me like the force of rain during a downpour. The closer we were, the weight of his stare grew even more burdensome. I felt so compliant around him, so timid. I finally reached the top of the stairs, I swung my arm out to grab the handle but Rafe had already beaten me to it. My hand gently landed on his, my anxiety quickly rising as I ripped mine back to me. His daunting smile let out a faint chuckle that only I could hear.

“If I don't get the door for you, I'm sure I'll hear about it later from my dad.” His tone was so taunting, as if he wanted me to react. I continued through the entry room, following the long narrow hallway to the backside of the home. Sarah was sitting on the love seat that was shared by her younger sister Wheezy. She wasted no time swiftly moving her head to look at the shadowed figure stepping into the light of her living room. Sarah immediately shot up, pushing everything from her lap directly on top of her sister. I prepared my body for the impact of Sarah’s as she pulled me in. We stayed continuously hugging for what felt like forever—neither of us comprehending quite yet that we were in reality. Ward hurried with the luggage, trying to push us in and assign us our rooms. We wasted no time getting ready for bed, I was anxious for what my tomorrow would bring.

I ended up sleeping in for far too long though, waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs way past the time I should be. Shooting myself up off the floor, I scurried into the bathroom across the hall. I shut the door quickly and immediately started the shower water. The only problem was that I forgot the clothes I needed to change into, so I wrapped a towel around me as my hair stayed drenched. Cracking the door open, I checked the hallway making sure nobody was able to witness the embarrassment I was about to endure. I darted across the hall, running through the entry of the bedroom I assumed was mine. I slammed the door a little too hard before turning around to look for my nonexistent clothes on the floor. Rafe, laying down on his bed, props himself up using his forearm and elbow.

“Since when did we share a room?” I jump by the sudden question asked towards me, not prepared to potentially be interrogated. I almost lose my towel in the process while Rafe begins to chuckle at my distress.

“Excuse me?” I questioned as I felt my face starting to warm as his stare intensed.

“You’re excused.” He replied with a smirk as his tone quickly became playful, I started to become flustered before popping off on him.

“You disrespectful brat! All of our interactions have ended with me being uncomfortable. You couldn’t even open the door for me out of courtesy when we first arrived! Now I'm here, sitting in a towel and you won’t even get up and help save me from this embarrassment! You’re such a jackass.” My voice started to raise as the fire within me started to spread.

Rafe shot up out of the bed as if he was being demanded to by a drill sergeant. His mood switched, intimidating was an understatement. He approached me with the same devilish smile he once had just last night, his hand reached out to hold my jaw—gentle yet firm. My breathing stopped, I couldn’t even say a word to him. Rafe brought his mouth to my ear, the closer he got the more submissive I became.

“Do you really want me to leave?” His voice made my skin crawl, my heart started pounding and my breathing came back but in manual.

“Get off of me, you mutt.” I smacked his hand away from my face which caused him to laugh before his tone shifted once again and he turned away from me.

“Get out.” He demanded. I felt even more embarrassed, I glanced at my feet noticing that I still wasn't dressed yet and it was going on late morning. I started to make my way to the door as Rafe seated himself on his bedside, I grabbed the handle and swung open his door. Walking out as if I meant to, I attempted to keep my confidence. I knew all too well that he watched me leave, my mom’s words played in my head as I proceeded down the hall once more. A dog will always remain a dog.

I finished getting dressed before making my way to the kitchen, my mom already had a cup of coffee waiting for me.

“What happened to you? I heard you get out of the shower and then it took you quite some time to get ready.” My face began to burn, Rafe’s words replicating a broken record in my head. My eyes wide open looking down at my feet with the mug full of coffee to my mouth, I sipped at it before placing it back down onto the island where she was sitting.

“I had some trouble with putting my outfit together.” I replied, hoping that was enough to get her off of my back. I couldn’t exactly tell her what happened or she would take it as a connection and mentally start wedding planning.

“Y/n! Come over here!” Sarah yelled from the back patio. My mom shaking her head in approval, I went on my way from the previous conversation and walked into an even more enlightened one. Sarah approached me with a growing smile while pulling what looked to be Topper away from Rafe whom he was actively having a conversation with. Rafe from afar glanced over at them approaching me before sitting down on patio furniture and gluing his face to his phone.

“Y/n, I wanted you to be reintroduced to my now boyfriend, Topper.” Sarah announced as I smiled, knowing that eventually they would connect. Topper has always had something special for Sarah, it was only a matter of time before she noticed.

I stepped aside from the conversation, staring off into the distance, watching the waves ever so lightly wash against the dock and the sailboats glide effortlessly against the water. I missed this, but I missed my friends more than anything. I stood there, with my mug in my hand and the coffee sitting dormant inside soon growing cold. Dreaming of the moment I see them, the Pogues.

Then, as my imagination settled, a figure started walking towards the house from the dock. Taking all of my attention away from my long forgotten wishes, they looked worn from a long day's work. When they grew closer to the back patio we shot each other a curious glance, our eyes locked which then became intense within seconds. I lost my grip, everything going numb before the mug shattered beneath me.

John B.

My lifelong best friend, walking through the yard of my now greatest enemy. Not one soul wasted time to come to my side, except for Rafe. He kept a glare on John B. as he continued down the pathway, you could see in his dark malevolent eyes that he was not welcomed here by him. Meanwhile, Ward ran to us from around the house while my mom and Rose came from the back doors.

“Y/n are you okay!? What happened!?” My mom grabbed my wrists and pulled me to her for a reply.

“N-nothing mom, I'm fine. Please.” I pushed away from her, running inside as Ward cleaned the pieces of porcelain. I went straight to the bathroom, not even sparing a moment to close the door. I turned on the cold water from the sink, staring motionless at the unrecognizable girl in the mirror while my eyes started to burn as the tears formed. I cupped the freezing water before bending over to splash it on my face, hiding any evidence of my emotion.

“I can’t believe I'm asking this but, are you okay?” With both hands gripping the bathroom counter I turned my head sharply to the door, Rafe stared at me with one eyebrow slightly raised while keeping one hand on the doorframe for support as he stood. I gave an angry chuckle before I collected myself.

“Yes, I'm fine. You can go now.” I seethed, Rafe rolled his eyes before making his way back down the hallway, mumbling the entire time before he stepped outside and back to tending to his dad’s needs. I wouldn’t go back outside, solely to prevent myself from becoming even more embarrassed by the scene I left behind. I went into the kitchen, watching my mom and Rose laugh over something that I had absolutely no interest in hearing about. Rose kindly handed me a glass of water before asking if I was okay. I felt myself turn pink, before I could even thank her and reassure her Sarah ran in from outside.

“Y/n! If you’re up for it, Topper wants to take us out for a ride in his new boat?” I turned to my mom waiting for her approval before running away from this nightmare. She sent me a soft smile before returning to her gossip session. I followed Sarah back out to the patio, ignoring the urge to apologize a hundred times for the mess I had created.

The boat wasn’t much to brag about, I don’t even remember the name of it honestly. I did enjoy the scenery though, and being able to let the water hug my fingers as we cruised back toward the dock. As we pulled up to tie off Rafe just couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer

“So Y/n, why did you freak out like that back there at the house?” He questioned with an upward curve forming at the corner of his mouth. It made Sarah and Topper turn their heads to give me their full attention, and I couldn’t help but to glare at Rafe. This made him smile, his sunglasses hiding his eyes that had probably nothing but pure enthusiasm as he taunted me.

“So Rafe, why did you come check on me when I ran inside?” I teased, his smile soon fading while Sarah and Topper turned their heads back forward, hiding the smiles they held from the total humiliation they had just witnessed. Rafe had nothing to say but I felt accomplished knowing I officially put the pretty boy in his place, reminding him that two can play his game.

Once Topper tied the boat off we all hopped out. Rafe was of course the first one while I was last, which I didn’t mind because I wouldn’t want the help out. We all walked back to the house together until I realized I had forgotten my sandals, I turned around not even sparing a second to tell anybody. I hopped back into the boat and within seconds had found them, once I stepped out a familiar voice chimed in my ears.

“Hey there, stranger.”

My heart skipped a beat as I instinctively turned my head to look on the second level of the yacht that sat beside me. We made eye contact before I cracked a smile.

“I'll be damned; John B. Routledge.” I replied, he already had a glowing smile on his face, the same one as when we first met in school.

“Why don’t you come down here so we can be on the same level?” I tried to convince him, but luckily for me he had the same idea. John B hurried down, grabbing onto the side of the boat for him to throw himself over. While running to me to trap me in a hug, the strongest one I've been in so far. He pulled away from me but not letting go just yet.

“Y/n, you have to come to the bonfire tomorrow night. Everybody will be there and I know Kie, Pope and JJ would love to see you.” He encouraged me as I froze, not knowing how to explain that my parents absolutely despised him and the Pogues.

“I’m sure we will see each other. I know Topper and Sarah have been talking about going while we were out today.” I replied warily. John B had a concerned look on his face that had a splash of frustration before popping the one question I wished he hadn’t.

“So, you’re hanging out with the Kooks now?” I pushed him away from me.

“It's not as easy as you think it is to go back to how I once was; I have strict rules to follow and if I want to stay here for as long as I intend to do so, I have to play along.” I retorted as he stared at me wide-eyed. I knew he was confused and probably a little hurt by my reaction but that was the easiest way to tell him. I was suffocating myself staying in that home but I had another six days to try to prove to my parents that we should come back.

“I’m sorry John B., but my parents told me the only way I could come back is if I stay away from you. But -” I bit my lip, staring off into the horizon as the sun started to trinkle its way down to the water. John B grew impatient while I questioned myself to tell him my plan.

“But what Y/n?” He whined, making me snap out of my trance.

“But—if they just think I am a Kook, then they should get convinced quickly. Making it easier to hang out with you, since you know…they won’t be keeping a close eye on me.” John B sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he kept a stare down at the boards of the dock.

“I mean, I don’t think we have any other choice.” He replied looking back up to me, a soft smile formed once more on his face.

“Look at it this way; we finally got the Pogues back.” I smiled in response, it felt refreshing talking to John B. His voice reminded me of the soft waves as they caress the sand on the shore, the crackle of a fire that's burning at night to devour the darkness around you.

“I will see you tomorrow John.'' I smiled as I turned away from him.

“Don’t keep me waiting Y/L/N.” he replied as I started my way back to the house, blushing with a smile as I continued down the dock.

John B. was my best friend. I would be lying if I said he wasn't cute, but my eyes were on somebody else—precisely from a year ago. I stepped in through the doors that welcomed me back into the kitchen. Ward had taken Rose and my parents out for a nice dinner on the water for a warm welcome home. Sarah, Topper and Wheezy got dressed in time for the remaining two hours to be filled with laughter in the pool out back. I rounded the corner into the hallway before I was stopped by none other than Rafe, he was leaning against the wall with a look of disappointment growing on his face.

“So what was that all about?” He questioned, I stood there making awkward eye contact. Was he watching me?

“Hello?” Rafe poked once more, I furrowed my eyebrows before sending him an attitude.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business.” I pushed myself past him as he turned to watch me leave.

“It could be mine or it could be your parents’.” He barked back to me. I stopped walking as he slowly progressed towards me. I stood in fear of what my parents would do if they ever knew. I could feel his presence behind me, the goosebumps rising on my back and arms like a mountain range protruding through my skin. I turned around, finally gaining the courage to face him.

“Excuse me?” The anger spilling through my teeth.

“You heard me.” Rafe shot back at me, as if he planned out exactly what I would say to him. He lived for this, the mess he creates in my head and the endless ways he taunts me just to get me to react. He was a soulless, mediocre bastard of a person. The devil was such an understatement at this point, I only wanted to hit him but I wouldn't hear the end of it from my parents.

“Leave them at the cut, Y/n. You’re on figure eight now. You need to start acting like it.” I scoffed at him before ditching the conversation by walking away and into the guest bedroom I was staying in. Rafe followed, but stayed at the door.

“Don’t think that I don’t know how bad you want to come home, if I was you I would hang with us.” He suggested, I sit on the bedside before looking over to Rafe, one eyebrow raised before laughing at him.

“You really think I want to be friends with you? Sarah is the only kook I actually enjoy being around, but you? You are a plague that walks the earth, you only want to cause harm and enjoy watching as everything falls apart. I would never want to be associated with you, ever.” I felt my rage start to rummage through me as Rafe rolled his eyes before shutting the door, mumbling some more as he made his way back down the hallway towards the kitchen.

I put myself to bed, anxious that Rafe now has something to control me with, but how did he know that I wanted to come home? I’ve only told Sarah, and I know she wouldn’t ever tell Rafe anything, so was he eavesdropping? I brushed it off ultimately, it doesn’t matter how he found out. What matters now is that he knows.

After my cup of coffee with my mom the next morning, I wasn’t too excited to be having to go to the bonfire with the Kooks, but I don’t really have a choice right now. I tagged along with Sarah for the afternoon while Topper and Rafe did. I don’t know, Topper and Rafe things?

“So Y/n, what made you change your mind about the bonfire? When Topper and I brought it up, you seemed super uninterested.” Sarah didn’t hold back her question as she was incredibly suspicious. It caught me off guard so I took a minute to think about my response.

“Honestly, I just needed to get out and enjoy myself since I'm not promised more than this week.” I lied while the pit in my stomach grew. What if I don't stay? What if I go back? I couldn’t stand the thought of it, but I had to prepare myself for the worst. Sarah didn’t seem too convinced with my answer, giving me a raised eyebrow with a smirk following really gave it away.

“Okay, well we need outfits for tonight. Almost everybody in the OBX will be there, sometimes school aged visitors show up too if they’re looking to get away from their family.” Sarah continued on about the bonfire, while I searched through the never ending clothes racks. We finally finished our shopping spree and made it back in enough time to get ready for the fire. I was a tad anxious not knowing if I looked good in what I picked. Honestly though, every woman out here has the same fashion sense unless you're a visitor. As Sarah was finishing up I gradually made my way to the kitchen, lazily pouring myself a glass of water before becoming interrupted with an unwanted guest. Leaning against the counter’s edge closest to me, Rafe rested his chin in the palm of one of his hands while sneakily trying to reach under the cabinet for his father’s whiskey with the other.

“Can I help you?” I mucked up the courage to speak while avoiding any eye contact, back facing the glare I knew he was giving me.

“Your shorts, pull them down some.” He spoke as if he was agitated, I immediately felt the rage take over my body once more as if I was becoming a wildfire that couldn’t be put out.

“How dare you comment on my shorts! You don't own me nor my body nor my mind, and I will never and I mean absolutely never do a single thing you tell me to do!” I screamed at Rafe in a tone as if I was scolding a troubled teen, but he wasted no time to crack a smile before chuckling a bit, switching positions so his back can rest on the wall behind him and tucking his hands back into his front pockets before closing his eyes and pulling his head down towards the floor beneath him.

“I never said to take them off, but when your shorts are riding so high that it looks as if your ass is suffocating it just looks…I don't know, it's funny.” He replied with a soft attitude, the embarrassment raced across my face as if it was in a marathon going for first place. Swiftly yet unsuspiciously, I grabbed the bottom of one side of my shorts as I tightened the grip I had on the glass with my other, tugging the god forsaken things down as much as I could. Rafe had a steady grin while keeping his eyes closed, knowing only too well what I was doing. I gulped down the cold water before flipping the glass upside down in the kitchen sink, then without a second thought started my way back to Sarah’s room. Leaving Rafe with his new found bottle of whiskey, and the satisfied smirk he continued to hold onto that only made the night jealous with how dark its intentions were.

I quickly stepped into Sarah’s room, shutting the door with my back before elegantly sliding down until my bottom touched the freshly installed carpet. I shut my eyes before exhaling the breath I held in for what felt like eternity.

God, I hate him.

My mind was full of anger while my body said otherwise, I couldn’t ignore the fact I desired him. Everything he does, he knows it’s working as if he needs me to want him. As if he wants me to need him.

“How does this look?” Sarah’s voice intruded my thoughts. Luckily, she didn’t seem concerned for my growing silence moments after following the slight blush spreading across my cheeks.

“I think you look great. Are you finally ready?” I quickly spoke, before jumping to my feet with a mask of excitement that only hid pure anxiety. We made our way down the spiral staircase, following Sarah’s lead as we made it to the last step. My fingers effortlessly slid down the white handrail as every imperfection of the wood protruded from the thick sealant, so well that I was forced to acknowledge the splinter left behind from it. I winced at the pain as Sarah bolted to Topper, jumping into a hug which resulted in the air being filled with laughter.

I realized a little too late that I should’ve brought a jacket to the bonfire. The ocean left little kisses on my cheeks as the breeze picked up, which carried the slightest bit of mist from the crashing waves in the distance.

“Y/n?” Topper spoke out softly, my concentration returning to him as I snapped out of the trance that the water had on me.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, ignoring the worrisome look on his face as he continued.

“Why exactly do you wear that ring all the time? You’re not like, engaged are you?” You shared a quick chuckle with the blond as you mindlessly played with the tiny band with your thumb, examining the delicate piece of silver that carried a microscopic engraved heart. Your mother requested it to be on there, she said it would add character or something like that.

“Oh, this little thing? It’s a purity ring, gifted to me by my parents for my birthday last year.” I answered, glancing back up to Topper who was taking another swig of his beer before lowering the bottle with a soft sigh and pink cheeks.

“Oh, interesting. Uh, do you see Sarah anywhere? She said she was grabbing herself another drink but she never came back.” He asked as the air thickened with tension, his eyes frantically scanning the faces of the individuals in front of us.

“I just want to make sure she’s o…” I turned to face him, curious yet concerned about what had made him lose his train of thought. His eyes darkened while his knuckles turned white from gripping the now empty bottle in his hand, I couldn’t get a word out before he made his way forcefully through the hoard of people in between us and his target.

I scan the crowd ahead of him before my eyes land on Sarah talking to John B. My heart started racing as I prepared myself for the conflict about to happen. Looking at my surroundings frantically, I feel a hand snake around my waist.

“Now, how has the Kook life been treating you?” A familiar voice spoke out while leaning towards my ear, the music so loud it was almost impossible to think.

My heart fluttered as every butterfly made its way to my stomach as I turned to face him, JJ’s smile matching mine as we sat in silence for what felt like eternity. I would leave this Kook life within a blink of an eye if it meant I could stay here in this moment with him forever, and surely by the looks of it, he felt the same. I glanced down at my beer, a soft pink grew on my cheeks but luckily the dim light of the fire hid my embarrassment quite extensively.

“Terrible.” I whispered, looking back into his eyes with only inches of separation between us. His breath reeked of bourbon and cigarettes while his eyes searched mine, as if trying to find the life they once emitted. Sadness soon filled the space between us as the memories washed over him and I. We stood in complete silence as if we were waiting for the other to speak, sharing the suffocating tension we had created. I stepped towards him, never breaking the gaze we held as I wrapped one arm around his neck and closed the space between us with a hug.

“I just want to come home J.” I whimpered in his ear while trying my best not to shed a tear, especially not at a party full of Kooks.

“Then come home, baby.” JJ hummed before hugging me tightly. Before I could process what I had just done, a scream echoed through the area and I remembered.

Topper.

[the-holy-ghosted]

*holding out my hands completely unbidden and unprompted*

Hey I heard y’all got ocs in here? Ocs hello?? Hot ocs in my area????

hi im gonna pretend i didnt get this asked to me by somebody else before i clicked a wrong button and tumblr erased the whole post. taking this unbiased opportunity to jump into these characters.

i have had these ocs for upwards of 7 or 8 years, who went untouched for a VERY long time before getting picked back up and refurbished as of about 2 years ago. it is with MUCH pride i tell you that they intertwine very deeply with a friend's own ocs (YOU!! WHO SENT THIS!!) and they've helped me build up these characters into something i'm incredibly proud of and ought to share by now

without further adieu: some pirates, some 19th century fantasy (a LOT of fucking fantasy), and like 8 years worth of worldbuilding that i am STILL not done with. enjoy

FIRST of all let me show you who we're working with:

Who the hell is that?

Leo Blackwater (he/him) - 56 yrs, 5'6'', 152 lbs

Captain of the ship The Eclipse.

Widower of 19 years. only recently decided to open his heart back up; she wanted him to be happy, after all. She's a sensitive topic, even now. so any prodding or teasing on the matter of moving on will be met violently.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Doing pirate things, you see. Polite old dad, a warm personality to lure you into a false sense of security and turn you in for a pretty penny.

Disabled after a beam cracked and landed on his knee, breaking it. It never healed right, and hes slower for it, especially in old age. Despite this handicap making him more vulnerable, he does not carry much in the way of weapons.

Eldest of 6 siblings. Son of a humble small town fisherman; perhaps not all that glad for his son's criminality, but the money he sends home makes it forgiven.

Father of one, a daughter, captain of her own ship.

Formed his love for the sea at 18 on his father's fishing boat. Never much respect for the Navy proper. But, after being in the right place at the right time and earning the reward money for a highly wanted pirate, he started to get ideas...

Percius (Percy) Blackwater (they/them) - 48 yrs, 5'10'', 150 lbs

Younger sibling of Leo. 3rd child of 6.

Takes up a number of jobs on Eclipse. Took up the role of second in command after the passing of Mrs. Blackwater.

Respects and trusts their brother's choice in livelihood. Begged since they were young to let them sail with him. Didn't realize what it entailed until they were already aboard.

Unmarried. They're a bit busy right now.

Willing to be called uncle by their beloved niece, for lack of a better word.

Betelgeuse Blackwater (she/her) - 30 yrs, 6'5'', 240 lbs

Captain of The Starlight, all-female crew.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Learned her way of living from her parents.

Inherited her face and density from her father, nothing else. Prone to brute force rather than wit and cunning. This works for her just fine.

Quite awkward, if she likes you.

Eldest (and favorite) grandchild, an only child, a totally different woman if you see her around family. Towers over father, but makes herself small for a kiss hello.

Was only about 7 or 8 when her mother passed. She remembers what little she has of her fondly, and greets her kindly when she looks in a mirror.

So whats going on?

What a funny question!!! I got no clue. But I'll start by explaining a little worldbuilding lore (cringe explination incoming):

There is magic in this universe. Not one that's denied or marveled at, but exists as much as everything else you dont pay attention to around you. Its as real as gravity. It's a honed skill in some, frowned upon by others, used unwisely by a small (but not unheard of) few. Magic makes itself present in a number of ways; it's hard to find written rules of these things unless you know precisely what you want and what you believe in. In many areas, some small towns appear to be protected by nameless elements and energies. It's more often that you find individuals who put in the work to harness their beliefs into something tangible, all calling their faiths and abilities something different from each other. Again, its not unheard of for individuals to use these abilities for their own poor intentions. If someone like Leo is lucky, bagging a Magic user is worth every ounce of hassle it takes. He seems to get away with feats like this often, though port authority fears him enough not to ask how. The Blackwaters won't admit foul play, though, if you're in the right town listening to the right gossip, you might hear a rumor or two about Betelgeuse's warm touch and a spitfire attitude when shes angry.

So whats up with Leo?

hehehehe.

As aforementioned, Leo has recently made himself a bachelor. He has no shortage of acquaintances and colleagues in his line of business. His demeanor, if you trust it, is very welcoming to new colleagues. He's not looking for something to jump too quickly into, he's happy to take things slow as he navigates romance again after so long.

And then he captures Roark.

Roark Renshaw (he/him) - 68 yrs, 6'6'', 250 lbs (CREATION OF @skelelephant)

World's worst man.

Captain of The Red Hound, took this position by force at the age of 21. The crew that remained after his mutiny had naught the will to defy him, choosing to follow out of curiosity more than anything else afterward.

Professional menace. High-seas whore. Good old fashioned murderer, committer of pirate crimes as you'd imagine. Terribly smug about it.

Unknown origin, unknown motive. He cropped up out of thin air and has made himself a name to be feared ever since, doing a service to the red flag The Hound flies.

For all his force, he is not one easily captured. For all his reputation, he is reckless. He caught Leo at a bad time, unfortunately.

Roark is a household name among most port towns, wanted dead or alive for the better half of his life by the Navy. His nature is not unlike that of a rabid dog, compared often to his ship's namesake. It is a state of being that none have been able to tame him out of, not by any rotating carousel of lovers he finds among port towns or the enemies he finds in equal amount, and one that gives the bounty over his head a lot of zeros. One that Leo, for all his skill, saw as a pipe dream. Leo knew of him, certainly. Roark has been on his radar since before his wife's passing- they'd spoken of capturing him fondly, joked about like some impossible fantasy. But for all his reputation comes bad habits that lower his guard when he needs it most. Stumbling drunkenly out of a tavern one evening, docked unknowingly at the same port as The Eclipse, he is disarmed and captured before he knows it.

This is a victory unheard of. It seems only fitting that Leo Blackwater would bag him, Roark having not expected to meet his match in such a mild man. Before the crew of The Hound have enough notice, Eclipse sails off to deposit the dog that is Roark Renshaw to the navy for a glorious execution, and an even more glorious reward. Leo has the gall to boast this to his prisoner, who seems almost humored. Hes quite charming when hes disarmed, a feature of his that seeps into the cracks of Leo's resolve and that itch the loneliness that he had yet to satisfy. Hes dangerous even with his hands tied.

This is what solidifies Leo's decision to turn him in. A man who so loved to be chased and so loved the rotten attention he recieved, who needed to be put down. It was a thrill, though, to capture the hound himself and be one of few to ever do so. To be revered as Roarks captor would make one want to do it all over again.

By luck or by the hunger for chase that gnawed on Roark and Leo's ribs, Roark finds the moment to escape as hes being escorted off the ship. Leo, notably, makes a piss poor attempt at catching him.

Seen as a dire fluke from the outside, the captains know it was on purpose. They've found themselves amidst a game of cat and mouse, that gives them a small purpose for at least a little while. You bond very closely when trying to kill each other, you know!

So what's their deal?

Well, their deal is that they *make* a deal.

Though Roark might be a big fish in their career pond, he is not the only one. Eventually, always eventually, there is another to challenge Roark's reputation. He wants the pirate out of his way, and Leo could always use another bounty. But hes slippery... moreso than Roark, who lets himself into Leo's jaws on purpose.

So... an alliance is formed. Temporary, of course, they split this bounty and part ways. So they say. But Roark is a charming man, and fulfills the loneliness and search for companionship that Leo wanted... and Leo is collected and steady, more than the majority of Roark's colleagues. They stand out to each other. They're comfortable. Attached.

So... after the bounty is collected they choose not to end their truce. Spend more time together. Work together exceptionally well. Balance each other out, in a way.

So they're together?

GAY AS CAN BE, BABY.

probably the only existing drawing of them Together despite how much we both draw them seperately.

Their alliance spills over into something... fond. Affectionate, even. A few meetups at a port town turn into a lot more working together peacefully. This leads to some... interesting wires to cross between their own respective enemies, interesting wires between one another. They get to know each other very personally in some strenuous circumstances.

Anyways! Now that they're on the table, I feel a little more comfortable to talk about them more. Draw them more. Answer some questions, if anybody has any. I did leave a lot open-ended...

[theaterqueen1985]

Months ago on the Azris Discord server someone had mentioned the concept of Eris losing his memory as he aged due to the Beron's abuse from over the years, which led to this idea festering in my mind and for a while I'd thought about writing it into an actual fic, but I just don't have the time, but I still want to share the idea.

Eris dies at like 1867. He lived long enough to see his children grow up and fall in love. He got to meet his grandchildren. He’d stepped down from his High Lord mantle at around 1750 when his memory started to go. After everything that Beron had put him through eventually even his immortal body starts to give out. His mind was slipping for decades forgetting so many important things from his life. He’ll often talk about people who’ve already passed on (his Mother, Helion, Azriel’s Mother, sometimes even Beron) as if they’re still alive. He remembers Az and their children easily enough, but everything else is just a mess. All the nieces and nephews are a hot mess of names, he mixes up his brothers and who they’re all married to and whose kids belong to whom. He doesn’t remember people’s ages anymore and constantly thinks that old major events happened a lot sooner than they had been (i.e. Hybern war happened a few years ago). Lucien tried to help, searching for a spell to do something helpful, but it was pretty much impossible to find a cure as this was hardly ever seen in Fae. He eventually passes away in his sleep. Az finds out only moments after when the mating bond is cracking and eventually fades out. The funeral is at the end of the week for the beloved High Lord who’d managed to save Autumn from the hateful path that it had been led down. Eris’ body was burned and his ashes released in the wind. A gravestone was placed beneath the tree where Eris had spent so much time with Az and their children.

Az tried to stay strong for his children who’d lost their dad sooner than anyone had expected. Their daughter threw herself into her High Lady work (though with the world at peace, there wasn’t too much heavy work she constantly needed to do). She and her husband (Thesan’s eldest son) and their own children do what they can to find peace and move on in light of her dad’s death. Their son stayed in the Autumn Court as well, but Az had to leave. Everywhere he looked reminded him of his lost mate. Eris was Autumn personified so of course the Court would remind him of Eris. He traveled for a while, visited his friends and family, but seeing them all so in love and them constantly asking if he’s okay. He returns home to Autumn and is greeted by both his kids excitedly hugging him. It’d been about a year since he’d been there so after spending some time with them both he goes to visit Eris’ gravestone. He spends hours talking to him. Az admits that when he’d heard the stories of those ancient Fae who could die of a broken heart he’d thought they were absolute nonsense, but now having lost Eris, it hurts so much more that he actually understands those stories' pain. As Az sits by that tree for hours and as the sun’s setting he sees Eris standing there smiling at him, the gray gone from his hair, looking just as he had the day they’d mated. “It’s my time isn’t it?” “Only if you wish it to be.” Azriel knows the children will grieve. He knows his friends and family will be heartbroken, but he can finally see his mate again. The male he loves so much that it’s hurt to be away from for such a long time. So when Eris reached out to him he took his hand and stepped through to the otherside. 

Rhys and Cassian notice something’s wrong immediately. Their bargain tattoos begin burning. Rhys was with Nyx and Feyre at a meeting with Lucien and Elain and their children in the Day Court when his tattoo started burning. Cassian was with Nesta on a date at their favorite cafe in Velaris when his are burning. Nesta winnows him to Autumn where Rhys already is cradling Az’s head in his lap. Cassian dropped to his side both the batboys trying so hard to wake Az. Rhys is in his mind and sees those final moments but still attempts to bring him back. Nesta, still practically the goddess of death, knows there’s no bringing him back. His spirit is already so far on the other side. Silently she utters the prayer she’s heard enough to make sure that he passes safely. Nesta goes to find her niece and nephew. It’s important that they know what happened. Az’s daughter was with her youngest reading a book and his son was up on a ladder pulling down a book to read. Both are surprised to see Nesta there. She pulls them both into the hall and has to tell them the news. They rush out to where Az, Cass, and Rhys are. Az’s body was cradled between his brothers, both with tears down their cheeks. Az’s kids joined them. 

Azriel’s funeral was similar to Eris’. He too was burned and his ashes scattered. His name was placed next to Eris’ so that their memories would continue to live on together even though they’d both passed on. Both kids grieved again, but they also knew it was for the best. Their Baba had been miserable since their Dad’s passing (and they’d told that to their family in the other courts). He’d tried so hard to act as if he’d been able to peacefully move on as if he hadn’t lost half of his heart when their Dad had died. They’d honestly both been surprised that he’d lasted a year even. Both children made sure to make it a priority that they visit that gravestone often because without their parents, so many other’s lives would be so much worse off than if Autumn had just been left to rot and fester. Instead they’d both poured their hearts and souls into raising Autumn from the ashes so the future generations might be able to live peacefully and safely in the court that had known pain and suffering for so long.

[antlersofthevoid]

My MD AU shipkids: A slightly more detailed list.

N x V :

Crumbles/Crumbs [formerly Castiel] -

N and V's eldest son. Disassemblers, like Workers, start their lives in the egg-pod state, and eventually "hatch" after a few weeks of external incubation, where they age and grow similarly to humans. Crumbs looks like V, but has the sweet and goofy personality of his father.

Biscuit, their daughter, was born a few months after her brother hatched. Much to Uzi's disapproval, V was already carrying Biscuit's core while she was nesting with Crumbs and waiting for him to hatch. Biscuit is a perfect mesh of both of her parent's appearances, but tends to act more like her mother.

Uzi x Thad:

Basil - Uzi and Thad's oldest son. He looks exactly like Thad and it scares his dad sometimes. Major mama's boy. Despite having half of his coding and personality from Uzi, he's surprisingly calm. While hatching, Basil refused to leave his shell and wouldn't move until Uzi held him.

Soto - Secondborn. There's a two-year age gap between Basil and Soto. Soto, similarly to Basil, looks like Thad [minus the eyes], but has a bit more of his mother's temper. Soto is the only offspring of Uzi and Thad to display leftover traits of the solver [he's got teeny tiny wings.]

Beretta + Sear - The twins were Uzi and Thad's last attempt to have a daughter [who Thad promised Uzi could name after a gun.] Unfortunately for Uzi, Thad and Lizzy both have a higher chance of producing twin cores. Sear was an oops. Beretta is a carbon copy of Uzi, right down to her love of making clueboards. [Thad is scared. He should be.] Sear managed to get a mixture of both of her parent's appearances, but is more shy and quiet than Beretta. Sear is usually attached to Thad's hip, she's a daddy's girl.

Basil, Beretta and Sear all got the purification strand of the solver via Thad.

Doll x Lizzy:

Suriva + Valentina - Twins, the only two children Doll and Lizzy ever wanted. Suriva is mute [she can speak, she just doesnt want to], and communicates with a little roach keybug that she has adopted. Valentina is essentially a clone of Lizzy with Doll's looks, right down to Lizzy's fashion sense. Suriva is the opposite, looking like Lizzy, but being the quiet and reserved sister. Suriva can and will kill you.

Suriva is a solver carrier, passed down by Doll. Valentina was spared and got the purification strand of the solver via Lizzy

Darren x Rebecca x Emily:

Hollyn -

After Sam was killed during the Cabin Fever field trip, Rebecca and Darren added her to their relationship, knowing that she needed someone to love and lean on after losing her partner. The three share a genuine bond, and Darren loves his girlfriends.

With this, Hollyn is a physical mesh of all three of her parents. Since Rebecca's core was damaged by Uzi, she lost the ability to carry a droneling core, meaning Emily carried the three's child. Hollyn is a booknerd, but got Rebecca's sass, and Darren's...well, being darren. She and Valentina meet up on tuesdays to geek out over books they found from the old human library.

Zara x Tessa:

Carmine -

After taking out the cause of the Elliot Family's curse, Carmine was created thanks to the miracle of JcJenson and their science experiments. Zara and Tessa each gave a sample of their DNA, and once a stable egg was created, Zara aggreed to be the one to carry her. She's got Tessa's auburn hair and Zara's freckles, and loves everything about drones just like her parents. Tessa and Zara agreed that her middle name was to be "Louise" as a nod to her grandmother.

Reese: A leftover droneling from an abandoned company project, Reese was set to be disassembled, but was saved by Tessa. He was raised alongside Carmine, and while he knows he's a different species than his sister, they may as well both be human. Reese was given the middle name "James", similarly to his sister, as a respect to his grandfather.

Carmine picked up drone habits from Reese, such as attempting to sleep upside-down on their bunk beds, and Reese had to learn the hard way that he can't constantly eat human food like Carmine [it makes his tummy hurt :(]

J x Sive:

Ren - The eldest and only daughter of the two.

After being reunited with her long-lost girlfriend, J and Sive rekindled their relationship on copper-9, and came together to have a child.

J was the one that carried Ren, and it was the first time anyone had ever seen J be soft and loving.

Ren looks soft and sweet like Sive, but is just as militant and demanding as J. She looks up to both of her mothers, but is usually trailing behind and attached to J's hip. [She wont admit it, but she likes getting approval and snuggles from both of her moms.]

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katelyn tarver / she/her  ———  no way is that AURORA ‘RORY’ MILLS.. they’re a 34-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being CYNICAL  &  OVERPROTECTIVE but there are some people who have seen them being SENTIMENTAL  &  SUPPORTIVE.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of freshly laundered towels stacked neatly beneath the bartop, an impressive collection of overalls hanging in her closet, an old guitar that desperately needs tuning, and coming home to the smell of a home cooked meal, but that could just be because they’re considered the BARGAINING CHIP around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

TW: parental death

full name: aurora calliope mills birthdate: november 2nd age: 34 height: 5’5” occupation: bartender at the obelisk ship status: it’s complicated bio:

as the eldest daughter, rory had unrealistic expectations forced upon her before she could even learn how to talk

she was born to parents who lived in the lower district, their apartment so small that they were practically tripping over each other at all times

but they were in love, and even though they only had one bedroom and barely any money to their name, finding out that they were going to be parents thrilled them

they struggled for a while while rory’s dad worked full time, insisting that her mother stay at home so they wouldn’t need to pay for daycare

but they could barely make rent, let alone put food on the table, and the closer his wife’s due date got, the more the patriarch of the family began to panic

that’s when he turned to the skyport mafia, and that’s when their lives seemed to improve

he was paid well for essentially being a gopher, doing odd jobs that he was asked to do with little to no complaints

the money he was bringing in allowed the family to move into a small house in the lower district; it wasn’t much, but it was big enough to start a family in

by the time november rolled around, aurora made her appearance into the world

she was sweet and goofy, and immediately she was the light of her parents’ lives

aurora’s world was always full of creative hobbies to quell a curious mind

rory and her mother would go on walks every day, picking flowers and handing them out to strangers

she was gifted her first guitar when she was just five years old, and she took that thing with her everywhere

her parents enrolled her in guitar and singing lessons, both of which she picked up quickly, and soon enough she was making up silly little songs for her family

it was clear that she was a good-natured kid, and her parents didn’t worry about her making friends

when she was nine, her little brother sirius was born, and she was convinced that he was just what the family needed

of course she fussed over him all the time, insisting that she needed to help her parents take care of her baby brother

but things weren’t as great at home as rory made them seen; behind closed doors, her parents began fighting on a regular basis

her father wouldn’t come home until the wee hours of the morning, and her mother was starting a slow decline into a depression that she just couldn’t break herself free from

of course this worried aurora, and in order to try and help, she started spending more time at home to look after her mother and sirius

while she was old enough to understand what was happening, her little brother was still learning how to walk and talk, and she wanted to protect him from whatever was going on

but shortly after sirius’s second birthday, aurora’s mother announced that she was pregnant again

instead of feeling joy for getting a new sibling, ro felt a sense of dread that she would never be able to shake

her father spent less time at home, leaving his wife and kids to fend for themselves while he was off doing god knows what

ro did most of the caregiving, noticing that her mother looked more rundown than usual, and she didn’t want to have to worry about it

when jupiter arrived into the world two months early, the family took more than one hit

ro's mother lost too much blood during childbirth; she'd had an underlying condition that no doctor had picked up on, and ultimately she lost her life after having her third baby

aurora felt lost; her mother had always been there for her, and now she had a toddler and a tiny baby to care for

her father was nowhere to be found, unreachable despite aurora trying to find him

rory and sirius were sent to live with their aunt in the middle district, and each day they would go see jupiter at the hospital until she was strong and healthy enough to be released

they were happy at their aunt’s house; life was fairly normal, and ro could learn how to be a kid again while navigating the trials and tribulations of puberty

and their aunt likes having them there; she’d never had children of her own, and the mills children viewed her as the mother they desperately needed

they were there for five years before their dad showed up again to throw a wrench in the life that they had worked hard to build up

he’d landed himself in hot water with his bosses, racking up a casino debt that he had no means of getting himself out of

he needed aurora’s help, demanding she get a job to help pay off his debt

ro wanted no part in his life or helping repay what he owed, but since she was a minor she didn’t have much of a choice

and so the mills children packed up their lives again and moved back to the lower district

ro just barely managed to graduate high school, finding that having to balance a job and two young children on top of schoolwork was nearly impossible

despite being brought back to help her father financially, ro put as much money into a savings account as she could, fully intending to get a place with sirius and jupiter without their dad

it was taking longer than expected to save up as much as they needed, but she was nearly there

and then, just after ro’s 24th birthday, her father dropped another bomb on her

his debt was too deep and nothing was being done about it, so he did the only thing he could think to do: he essentially sold his daughter off to the mafia

without ever consulting her or asking for her opinion, ro’s dad set up a marriage between her and fionn keoghan, a capo in the skyport mafia that she’d only met a handful of times before

ro still went through with moving her and her siblings to a new apartment in the lower district, hoping that cutting ties with her father would get her out of the situation he’d thrust her in

unfortunately it wasn’t that simple, and while aurora was left alone by the mafia, she was often reminded that, eventually, she would have to marry fionn

now, ten years later, aurora and her siblings live a fairly comfortable life

they all work jobs, but ro doesn’t expect jupiter or sirius to help with household expenses, happily shouldering that burden

she does everything she can to keep her siblings away from the mafia, but every time she thinks she’s being successful, fionn comes back around as a not-so-gentle reminder of what her life will look like in the near future

she tries to avoid him as much as possible, picking up as many shifts at the obelisk as she could as a distraction

she’s been trying to save up to purchase a house, living in a state of delusion thinking she won’t have to move in with fionn at some point

despite all of the hardships she and her siblings have been through, ro likes to keep a positive attitude

her method of coping is through dry humor, and her banter with the regulars at the obelisk is usually what lands her the good tips

overall, ro is just trying to find her way through life while keeping her siblings close by, and she refuses to let herself or them settle for anything less than they deserve

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Honest Love Part 9 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: When Laura and Gary come to town, a bombshell announcement gets dropped and Gary and Cale talk about some other future life changes. This chapter is a good portion of Secret Love Chapter 25 from Laura and Gary's POVs but there's some new stuff in there as well.

Warnings: none / Word Count: 1,940

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Laura’s POV

Gary had already had to tell her more than once to relax and they hadn’t even reached Denver yet. But Laura couldn’t help but be excited to go down to Denver and spend a week with her eldest son and his girlfriend who was essentially already her daughter. It had been just over two months since they’d made the big move in together and Laura was anxious to see how things were going for them now that they were living together and planning a future. 

They were meeting them for dinner and Laura was itching just to hug them both after so long. Thankfully their flight arrived on time and after renting a car, she and Gary headed to their hotel, checking in and getting settled. They each grabbed a quick shower before dressing for dinner and Gary texted Cale to confirm the restaurant. 

Arriving at dinner, Laura held Cale and then y/n tightly noting that there was something different about them both. They still looked happy and completely in love and so she attributed the difference to just how they had settled into their relationship continuing to evolve. 

When they were standing, Cale had a hand resting on her lower back and when they were seated, she had a hand resting on his knee but otherwise things seemed normal and content. 

“Yeah we’ve been talking a little about maybe buying a house.” Hearing her future daughter in law mention that made Laura look between the two of them before looking at her husband who had raised an eyebrow. 

Though Cale wasn’t on a long term contract yet, he was eligible to sign one this summer so it wasn’t a complete shock that they were starting to think about putting down roots. 

“After all, someone here wants a dog at some point and you guys shouldn’t have to stay in a hotel every time you want to come visit.” No one could deny that her points made sense and so the topic was left at that. With Cale and Gary talking about last night’s game, Laura inquired about what things they might be looking at wanting for Christmas. 

With Calgary drama, Taylor drama, and other topics mixed in, dinner passed quickly and it wasn’t long before they were saying good night after making plans to spend tomorrow afternoon at the apartment. 

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With Cale having practice in the morning, Laura had made Gary take her out for breakfast before the two of them just wandered around Denver a bit, still getting to know the city their son called home now. 

On their way to the apartment they stopped and picked up lunch to take over, but when Laura walked into the apartment she could already smell food and could hear Cale banging away in the kitchen. 

“You’re dad texted that we were bringing lunch, why are you cooking?” 

“Because Y/N wants soup.” Cale’s reply left her even more confused because Laura knew that they had picked up y/n’s favorite food and that Gary had texted that specifically to Cale.

“But you knew we were bringing one of her favorites.” 

“Mom…she wasn’t feeling well this morning okay.” Cale stated with a sigh. “Soup is easy on the stomach, that is not.”

Y/N had looked like she’d felt fine last night so Laura was worried about what could have caused her to wake up feeling ill this morning. 

“Is she sick? Cale, why didn’t you tell us? If she’s not feeling well we can go find something else to do.”

“She’s fine now.” Laura should have known her son well enough to pick up on the fact that he was starting to get annoyed but she was too focused on her son’s girlfriend and her wellbeing to notice.

“Seriously Cale, if Y/N isn’t feeling well she should be resting, not having to worry about entertaining us.” As much as they wanted to see them, they could push this off until tomorrow or Thursday when Cale had another practice only day. 

“Mom. Relax.” Cale’s tone was forceful but Laura wasn’t about to let it be. 

“Cale…we’d rather her rest now and kick whatever this is quicker than…”

“Y/N’s pregnant.” It was stated so bluntly that it didn’t even process fully and Laura gripped the counter as her face morphed into shock and awe. 

“What?” She hadn’t even realized she’d spoken until y/n herself appeared, sliding under Cale’s arm and tucking herself against his side. Looking at Cale and then over at y/n again Laura swallowed the lump forming in her throat. 

“You’re pregnant?”

Unlike the lump, the tears welled uncontrollably and when y/n nodded and stepped away from Cale for a moment before setting a series of what were unmistakably ultrasound pictures onto the counter, it all slowly started to click into place. 

“How do you feel about being a grandma?” Y/N asked and Laura couldn’t remain in place any longer, flying around the island to pull her daughter into a hug. This was something she had dreamed of for years and now it was actually true after everything. 

“You’re pregnant. You’re really pregnant.”

“Yeah mom. I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh my lord.”

As the tears finally fell at the realization that her baby was having a baby for real this time, Laura couldn’t help but be a little confused. They had only been together for about six months, certainly they hadn’t made the decision to have a baby already…before they’d even gotten engaged. 

“This wasn’t planned was it?”

“No, it wasn’t planned.” Her son confirmed, speaking up for the first time since dropping the bombshell news. Remembering all the drama from what seemed like ages ago but was really less than a year, Laura needed confirmation that this time it was a good thing. 

“But you’re happy?”

“We’re so happy.” Cale confirmed. “Best surprise ever.” The way her son looked at his girlfriend told Laura that his statement was absolutely the truth and that he couldn’t be more thrilled that they were expecting, even this early on. 

“Oh this is so wonderful.” Laura couldn’t help but exclaim. “How far along are you?” Looking down she couldn’t see any evidence of a baby bump yet and if the ultrasound was recent, it was clear that it was still very early on but she needed to know exactly when they were expecting their first grandbaby.

“8 weeks.” Y/N replied. “So still very early but the doctor says everything looks good. We’re due mid-june.” Wiping her tears away, Laura couldn’t help but bounce. Next summer they would have a grandbaby to dote on and love. 

Hugging her daughter again, Laura moved to pull Cale into her arms kissing his head. “It’s so much better when it’s with the right person isn’t it?” She whispered to her son. 

“Yeah it is.” He agreed, smiling brightly. “It’s a completely different feeling. I can’t wait to be a dad to our little pumpkin.” 

“Pumpkin huh?” 

“Yeah. Just a little nickname.” The way Cale grinned suggested there was more to the story than that but that he wasn’t really willing to divulge it. Glancing over, Laura saw her husband hugging their future daughter wishing her congratulations. Then he came over and pat Cale on the back sharing a look with him about there being some things they needed to discuss later with this new news. 

That could wait though and with Y/N stirring soup that appeared done, Laura was reminded that it was now far past lunchtime and their food was likely well on its way to cold. 

As they sat down to eat, Cale looked at his girlfriend before looking back at them requesting that they keep the news of the pregnancy to themselves for now. It was still early, Y/N was in the first trimester and they weren’t ready to make any public announcements yet. Cale added that he was going to tell Taylor when they played in Boston in like 2.5 weeks so even that was off limits. Laura knew that that made sense and she would respect those wishes as hard as it may be to keep it a secret. 

“So this is why you’re really looking at buying a house huh?” Gary questioned as they wrapped up lunch causing Cale to shrug. 

“I mean yeah. A baby is only going to fit here for so long. They kind of need their own space. And a house would give us privacy and prevent neighbors from having to hear a crying infant. So it’s something we’re discussing.” 

Now knowing that it wasn’t going to just be the two of them for much longer, buying a house certainly made a little more sense and Laura and Gary both knew that they would make a choice that was right for them. 

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Gary’s POV

Having spent the day inside playing games since it was a little too cold outside and Cale didn’t want Y/N doing too much with how easily she got fatigued, his wife suggested that Cale and his dad go out for dinner and she and y/n would have some girl time there. 

With there being things he wanted to discuss with Cale now, Gary wasn’t about to turn that down. 

He certainly wasn’t about to pull any punches either. As soon as they got into the car, Gary dropped his first big question. 

“So…when are you going to put a ring on her finger?” 

“Before the baby comes. I just don’t have the details figured out yet.” The speed at which Cale had an answer told Gary that this was something Cale had been thinking about. “I don’t want her to think I’m proposing because of the baby. I mean she shouldn’t because us getting married has always been a when not an if but…I just don’t want there to be any doubt.” 

It made sense and Gary certainly couldn’t fault him for that. 

“So you’re ready to be a dad?” Gary transitioned. 

“Were you ready to be a dad when mom was pregnant with me? Like I know you were older and maybe a bit more established in your relationship and stuff but like caring for a baby were you ready? Because I’m not sure anyone ever really is, but I would do anything for that little clump of cells she’s growing into another human being, I know that.” 

It was a rare occasion that Cale was so certain of something but also spoke with such a fond, emotional tinge. If Gary had at all doubted his maturity in handling this he couldn’t any longer and he nodded. He may not have all the answers but at least he knew which ones he was lacking enough to address them. 

As Cale pulled into the restaurant parking lot Gary couldn’t help but throw one more comment at his son mostly in jest. 

“Just can’t believe in the span of a year you’ve gone through a scare and an actual pregnancy. And I thought I taught you sex ed.” 

Shrugging, Cale smirked and replied before climbing out of the car.

“Yeah I mean using condoms probably would have helped but with y/n it was inevitable anyway.” 

Maybe he should rethink that maturity thing after all…or at least go smack some sense into Taylor because one grandchild was more than enough for now. 

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As much as this had come as a shock, both Laura and Gary were certain of one thing, this baby was a blessing and they couldn’t wait to watch Cale and Y/N raise a baby of their own.

[tricornonthecob]

Can you do a headcanon dump, I’m curious to hear 👀

I have so many that tumblr threw an error and broke down and deleted all the things I wrote so lets see if I can be less verbose (impossible.) My thoughts are mostly fleshing the fuck out of the Phillips family because I love them.

Samuel Phillips's older siblings were from his father's first wife, who died. While still young, his own mother dies in childbirth giving birth to a stillborn daughter.

After this, he's treated poorly by his dad and siblings. He gets really into exploration and new worlds as a way to cope, and he also finds natural talent as a swordsman and horseman, but nothing he excels at is ever enough.

As an adolescent, he forms a strong father-son surrogate bond with his fencing tutor, a wizened old bachelor and veteran of Queen Anne's War (? I need to look at the timeline to see if this works)

Through a mutual friend of his fencing tutor, he is introduced to the idea of joining the army as a light dragoon. His father is furious at this decision, but by this point, 20-something Sammy Phillips is thrilled to do anything to stick it to the ornery old bastard.

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I don't have as much fleshed out for Lady Phillips, since most of my headcanons have revolved around Major Phillips, but I have some bits.

She's the eldest daughter of a new-rich merchant.

Her name is Eliza. I also named Mrs. Radcliffe Eliza. The two Elizas became best friends forever at the age of four because they were both named Eliza. This is how it goes when you are four.

The future Mrs. Radcliffe is a ho, but her parents are spacey as hell so she does what she wants. Eliza's parents are more parenty, but still reasonable. Eliza gets bit by the rebellion bug all the same.

Our Eliza and Samuel meet at a ball that they're both attending, although the Elizas kind of maybe crashed the ball. Just a little bit. I need to sort out how.

Our Eliza and Samuel get shotgun wedding'd, although they do love each other.

Him and Eliza have trouble conceiving, and he's then shipped off to war.

He gets wounded heroically and sent back to Britain for a bit - and to be knighted! - where he convalesces and they finally have Sarah. He still has a hankering for war - and some unfinished bidness - and manages to return, despite the wound in his shoulder hampering some of his movement.

The situation in North America is looking good for Britain politically, but its turned very ugly.

When the war is over he comes back to see his infant daughter and breaks down. She looks alot like him - but, more specifically, she looks like his mother, with some of Eliza's features.

Despite loving his family, he's become restless with PTSD and can't resist the call to go back to America. When word of Pontiac's war reaches him, he's practically chomping at the bit to return.

What he returns to is even more frustrating for him, and it also begins his friendship/working relationship with the Shawnee.

He goes back one more time to Britain, but by now is totally over it. His relationship with Eliza is in tatters and Sarah is starting to show some teenage angst. He leaves for a job with the Hudson's Bay Company - which he rapidly abandons to go land speculating.

------ My headcanons for LK-timeline and post-LK are a bit simpler

Lady Phillips, to cope with the stress of everything, became an avid gardener and illustrator of plants in Britain. She brings this with her to America when she moves and, eventually, decides to curate and publish a ladies' gardening magazine with the help of James' printing company.

James is a pigeon guy. He got interested in them when he was living in the streets. Later in life he breeds and races pigeons. Sarah originally wasn't thrilled but turns into the Dads Who Did Not Want Pets meme.

James is also able to sing - not amazingly, but also can hold a tune. When he and Sarah have babies, he discovers he loves singing them lullabies and insists on it.

James will also read them humanist literature because of course he does.

TBH I envision he and Sarah having only daughters, but that is largely due to the fact that I am extremely partial to Family With Only Daughters vibes (myself being a member of a Family With Only Daughters.)

James is completely incapable of denying any of his children anything. It is a problem.

I also imagine they had a little bit of trouble having kids, but they manage to have a few anyway.

Major Phillips is a dry, aloof bastard and at first James doesn't know how to deal with the humor and the stand-offishness, but Major Phillips does grow to like James.

Grandpa Phillips, though not fully able to do fencing any more due to injuries he sustained in war, still has a sword collection.

He also loves to play with his granddaughters, possibly making up for all the time he lost with his own daughter.

James is extremely anxious to ask for Sarah's hand, until Major Phillips point blank tells him to.

Henri doesn't stay in France for long and comes back to be Uncle Henri to the Hillips babies. They love him because of his hijinks and the fact he's always bringing them bonbons and little toys and such.

Major Phillips meets Henri and has no idea what to make of him.

Henri becomes a baker. Because I said so, thats why.

Mrs. Radcliffe and her husband are 18th century swingers. You can't tell me that woman doesn't have the look and mien of a swinger.

Lady Phillips is extremely pissed at Major Phillips for a very long time for good reason. She moves from their old home to America mostly for Sarah, but also because she has no real say in the matter.

Y'all have heard my James and Sarah are horsegirls headcannon. To expand on it, they will sometimes race when they're feeling flirty.

Both of them come to Caesar to talk about their feelings, but especially James. James is not very subtle about it and at least Henri and Moses know he's doing it.

James eventually adopts Caesar and he lives out his final years in good care getting fat on grass.

During the postmaster general timeframe, Sarah's introduced to a neighbor's feisty pony, Flip. She eventually adopts him.

Sarah and James first bone at Yorktown. tbh.

Udney is a himbo. I'm 50/50 on him and Sarah actually messing around a little at one point pre-James courtship - Sarah being mad at James for whatever reason, Udney 100% being her type, and teenagers/young adults not being particularly well-equipped for self control.

I also don't like first-time energies in ships - a quirk of mine - so I've also played around with James having a rebound he doesn't realize is a rebound when Sarah goes to Britain, because again. Teenagers/young adults sometimes make Decisions.

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Anyway these are just some of my headcanons.

[cruetrimeblog]

The Unfortunate Story of John List

John List was the only child of German American parents born in Bay City, Michigan. His parents' names were John and Barbara List. John grew up in a Lutheran household which led him to become a Sunday school teacher just like his dad. John worked as a lab tech during World War Two. He served three years before being discharged in 1946. John went on to earn a bachelor's degree in business administration. He then earned a master's degree in accounting.

John was called back into active duty in 1950 due to the advancement of the Korean War. He met a woman named Helen Taylor while stationed in Virginia. They began a romantic relationship and got married in December of 1951 in Baltimore. The two decided to live in California. Due to his work as a successful military accountant, John was reassigned to the Finance Corps.

John completed his second tour in 1952. He went on to work as an accountant in Detroit. He later took a job as an audit supervisor in Kalamazoo, Michigan. This is where he and Helen raised three kids together. John became a general supervisor by 1959.

Unfortunately, Helen suffered from alcoholism. She became increasingly unstable over the years. Her daughter (before she met John) Brenda, moved out of the family home in 1960. The rest of the List family moved to Rochester, New York where John was offered a job with Xerox. After becoming the director of accounting services, John accepted a job as Vice President and comptroller of a bank in New Jersey. This is where the family moved into a large estate in Westfield, New Jersey named "Breeze Knoll." The home was a 19 room victorian mansion.

John decided to kill his entire immediate family on November 9, 1971. When the kids left for school that day, he shot Helen in the head. She was 46 years old at the time. He then went upstairs where he shot and killed his mother Alma who was 84 years old at the time. Then John decided to sit and wait for his kids to come home from school. Patricia and Frederick List were the first to arrive. The were 16 and 13 years old. John shot and killed them both. Afterwards, John proceeded to make himself lunch, run to the bank to drain his mother's accounts, then went to the local high school to watch his eldest son John Jr. play soccer. When John Jr. was finished playing, John drove them both home. John attempted to shoot his son shortly after they entered the home, but the gun misfired. This gave John Jr. a chance to fight back against his father. But it was to no avail. John shot him several more times. John Jr. was the only victim to be shot more than once.

After the murders, John placed the bodies of his family into sleeping bags and lined them up in the ballroom of the family home. However he had to leave his mother’s body upstairs, claiming she was too heavy to drag downstairs. John then sat down to write a five page letter to his pastor stating that he killed his family to “save their souls.” He proceeded to try cleaning up the scene, but he also eerily cut his face out of all of the family photos in the home. He turned the radio all the way up, turned on every light in the house, and left without a trace to start a new life.

The bodies of the List family weren’t discovered until around a month after the murders. The neighbors weren’t suspicious at first, because the Lists tended to keep to themselves. John wrote letters to his kids schools and jobs to explain that he was taking the family out of town on a trip. He canceled the milk, mail, and newspaper deliveries. Neighbors finally alerted authorities when the lights in the home started burning out.

Investigators started by examine the outside of the house and determined that nothing seemed amiss. Police returned on December 7th after getting a call from Patricia’s drama coach when she couldn’t get an answer at the door while trying to pick Patricia up for her lesson. Police entered the home through a small window in the basement, and found the bodies.

This crime was the most notorious felony in New Jersey since the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby. There was a nationwide manhunt issued for John. The family car was later found at JFK airport, but there was no evidence that John ever got on a plane.

Breeze Knoll was eventually burned down nine months after the murders. The fire was ruled as an arson but is still unsolved. A new house was built on the land in 1974

John took a train from New Jersey to Michigan, and then to Denver where he settled in 1972. He got a job as an accountant and started using the alias Robert Peter Clark. He joined his local Lutheran church. It was while attending this church that he met his next wife Delores Miller. They got married in 1985. The couple moved to Virginia in 1988, and John got a new job there as an accountant.

An episode of America's Most Wanted covered the List murders in 1989. A forensic artist assembled a bust of an age progressed John. This bust was eerily similar to John's current appearance. Less than two weeks after the show aired, John was arrested. John denied his true identity for months. He was extradited to New Jersey in 1989. John didn't admit to being who he was until February of 1990.

During the trial, John admitted that the family was struggling financially after he was laid off from work in 1971. However, he kept his unemployment a secret from his family. He would leave for work at the normal time, but just spend the day reading the newspaper at a local train station. He made ends meet by stealing money from his mother's bank account. Some of the List children had taken on part time jobs to help out the family.

During the trial, John was diagnosed with OCD. John was too proud to accept welfare, so he saw his only financial option to be killing his family, sending them to heaven, and starting a brand new life.

John was convicted of five counts of first degree murder on April 12, 1990. He was quoted saying, "I feel that because of my mental state at the time, I was unaccountable for what happened. I ask all affected by this for their forgiveness, understanding, and prayer." The judge responded, "John Emil List is without remorse and without honor. After 18 years, 5 months, and 22 days, it is now time for the voices of Helen, Alma, Patricia, Frederick, and John F. List to rise from the grave." John was sentenced to five consecutive life sentences. This was the maximum penalty at the time. John quickly filed for an appeal, but was equally as quickly denied.

John admitted during an interview with Connie Chung in 2002 to not considering suicide as another viable option because it would bar him from entering heaven where he hopes to reunite with his family someday.

John died at the age of 82 in 2008 from a bad case of pneumonia. He was being held in New Jersey at the St. Francis Medical Center. He has since been referred to as "The Boogeyman of Westfield."

[vacantgodling]

Oh no, sorry about the last ask **sent it and immediately saw the post that Alizath is a place** ^^' But please still provide The Information

LMAOOOO NAUR that’s my bad. like i said i talked about this wip like once and never mentioned it again pfffff

but basically the information:

who is alizath

this fucky landmass up north. the smidge of yellow at the bottom is galeré, the country paramour’s mess takes place in cuz SURPRISE… these share a universe pff

what is alizath?

a hot mess basically. the government is run by “courts” or factions (perhaps cults… at least one of them kinda is) and there’s a central parliament that’s supposed to be the voice of the common people. like. it barely is but we move.

anyway tho there’s the iron spring, the titanium summer, the brass autumn, and the steel winter.

we mainly focus on the brass autumn bc the “dad” of our mc kirsi, used to be the ruler of the brass autumn but then he was framed for killing a guy and was exiled.

the story? well basically kirsi is supposed to bring favor back to her family by attending socialite events so that her father can be allowed back into alizath. also so that they can stop being horribly poor (they aren’t terribly bad off cuz they’re getting help but it’s complicated).

the real plot however is found as kirsi starts getting close to people and it becomes very apparent that the iron spring wants to become a sole monarchy. power struggles, romance, death, chaos, war, and more ensue!

but some basic important to know characters:

kirsi: she’s the mc. she’s also adopted (does not know this), part of a prophecy (definitely doesn’t know this), and isn’t fully human (kirsi knows jack shit about anything basically)

jeanna sunniva: she’s kirsi’s aunt who helped raise her for the purposes her brother has. she is strict but very protective over kirsi and her life has been Rough

juven: current leader of the brass autumn in his father’s stead. he’s also one of kirsi’s love interests (end game ot3 situation). he’s too young to be shackled with this shit but yknow. he’s here now. also he wants to keep alizath out of the hands of the spring and would rather it turn more into a republic or smthn.

amarette: juven’s best friend and from the titanium summer. his mama hates him teehee. he, juven and kirsi are end game ot3. he just wants to be able to live his life how he wants.

greye: eldest daughter of the iron spring who hates her father and is uh…. plotting lmao.🧍‍♂️

lord flykrost: the leader of the steel winter and tbh the only one with a head on his fucking shoulders. he values his family more than anything and is ready to turn the steel winter into its own nation at the drop of a hat to protect his family and the citizens who live in his region. very chill dude but he used to be the head of the general alizathan army so idk don’t fuck with him

lady love: lord flykrost’s wife and she’s scarier than him. she did settle down and loves those loyal to her fiercely. she and jeanna used to be good friends but why hmmm 🤔

and a bunch of other characters but yahhhhhhh

how did you get inspiration?

dude i used to love the app game helix waltz (it’s no longer a thing rip) and i wanted to make a story where i could romance my favorite character juven (i didn’t change juven’s first name but a lot about him otherwise has changed lol) sooooo this story got born out of that.

so yah i hope that’s a good overview pff

[countrymusiclover]

97 - Unexpected Vistor

Part 98

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

4 Years Later

Standing in front of the white board in my classroom Alaric had assigned me to teach a class on my family history seeing as my brother and I were the only heretics around anymore. Valerie had moved away to start living a new life in this world since all the rest of her so-called family was dead. “Basically what I know of my parents' story is this. She was a witch and he was an ordinary human. And they had me and my twin brother Jacob.”

“Mrs. Mikaelson, how can a human and a witch possibly have anything in common?” One of the boys in the front row raised his hand.

Tapping my right foot on the wooden floor I thought for a second. “From what I have been told my mother kept the fact that she was a witch a secret. She was born without her own magic, which is what we call a siphon.”

“Like Josie and Lizzie?” A girl with brown hair asked.

Tucking hair behind my ear I smiled glancing towards the doorway. My daughters were off somewhere since they didn’t need to learn about what they were. “Yes. My two younger daughters are like them. But my older got her own actual witch magic-“

“Mom…We need you.” Shifting my gaze towards the door I heard it creak open and saw Hope standing slightly with her head peeking inside.

Clasping my hands together I looked back at the class in front of me. “Ah I’m sorry everyone but I have to take care of something. In the meantime I have a guest to answer any more questions. Please welcome my dad, Kayce.”

Hope pushed open the door where my father walked in with a nervous smile. “So uh does anyone have any questions?” Everyone shot their hand up in the air when I walked over to my eldest daughter leaving my father to answer questions.

“So what’s happening that you need to come get me?” I asked her, seeing she was nervous by how her heart was beating.

She shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll just have to see. Apparently Mary is on campus and wants Alina to come back to New Orleans for some reason.”

“Oh geez. She wants them to marry soon. Take my hand and hold on tight otherwise you’ll get sick.” Holding out my hand she put her hand in mine where we vamped out into the woods seeing that the older werewolf was out there with Alina and Jackson.

Alina and Jackson noticed me standing there. “Mom, can you ask Mary to give us time? We aren’t ready to talk about marriage and all that stuff.” She asked me holding his hand in hers.

“Raelyn, I told you that I wanted them married by the time they were sixteen or seventeen. They will be in a year so I think they need to start preparing now.” Mary stomped over to us where I dropped my hand from Hope’s.

Crossing my arms over my chest I scowled at the elderly wolf woman. “Mary, I have a lot more going on right now. So I don’t have time to scamper off to the bayou to start planning a wedding. Besides, I doubt my husband will be very happy if he doesn’t walk his daughter down the aisle.”

“Mom, what exactly are you talking about. Why is a wedding between them so important?” Hope looked between me and Mary confused.

Jackson lifted his gaze upward to my eldest daughter explaining what Mary had clearly taught him. “You didn't grow up out there, Hope. Yeah, every kid grows up hearing the stories. Back in the day, werewolf bloodlines were all distinct, right? Some had speed, some had strength, some could sense enemies from miles away. Now, to evolve, we would perform a ritual. A shaman would marry the alphas of each bloodline, and then the special abilities of each would be... inherited, mystically, by everyone who participated in the ritual. See, after a few centuries, everybody had the same abilities, so alpha marriages became political. They became about... power, about territory.”

“Mom, why would you make it where Jack and I have to marry? I mean we’re close but we aren’t that physically close. I’m not ready to make all those animal noises like you and dad did to make babies.” Alina raised her hands in disgust at the thought of still being so young.

Throwing my head back I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Sweetheart, look it was a deal I made to get your father back. But now I think this marriage should only happen if they actually had feelings for each other. Mary, I suggest you go back to the bayou and wait until we decide whether this is that important. Because I think you just want a party.”

“It ain't just a party. If the vows ain't honored, it doesn't work.” Jackson grumbled in my direction when I said that before he looked at Alina. “It's gotta be a real marriage, in every way, for the rest of our lives. Are you up for that?”

Alina avoided his gaze by getting to her feet trying to walk away. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m going to go…uh.”

“You need to come back with me, dear. Your mother made a deal and we are honoring it.” Mary snagged her wrist tightly holding her there.

Jackson stepped forward. “Mom, let her go.”

I raised my hand to knock her back until someone else called out. “Leave my sister alone!” Before my eyes we all watched four year old Henrik run forward and shove Mary backwards with a strong supernatural strength.

“Ah! He’s going to be just like his daddy.” Mary huffed getting to her feet. “We’ll talk later.” She vanished off the ground by the time I rushed over to my son.

Bending down on my knees I gripped his shoulders searching for anything wrong. “Henrik, baby are you okay. How did you do that-“ I cut myself off seeing some flashes where he was on the ground inside the school changing into a light grey wolf.

Hope helps Alina up to her feet and they walk back to the school entrance. “Come on, Lina. Let’s go talk.” Picking my son up in my arms I sighed heavily thinking what Mary said meaning he would likely be a hybrid just like his father.

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