#still have that certificate somewhere when i need it most

[tragically-jane-doe]

Every so often I get sad over never having the canon twilight/hunger games phase or boy band phase

I just never could get into as my mother would call them those "teeny bopper boys" aka one direction,Justin Bieber, BTS

[feefivefoe]

Something I think about when it comes to the batfam is what if they remember reader after a long long time? I’m talking 10+ years after leaving the family. Like what would that be like? Reader wouldn’t be a young adult but someone who’s established themselves in a career and most likely moved out of Gotham, got themselves a somewhat better apartment or maybe a small house, maybe gone through therapy and has decided that they are indifferent about the families existence, to the point that reader forgets about them sometimes. Except Jason reader would probably light a candle every birthday and holiday for him

I feel like the angst potential would be like an aged wine. Bruce Wayne forgot about his first born child their entire life, plus 10 years. Maybe the only reason they remember is a Gotham exclusive on the family, a “where are they now?” type story and half the family (Steph, Cas, Damian, Duke) discover reader existed and the other half is reminded of the forgot part of their family. Oh the angst for Jason! His favorite sibling, his friend from before his death, how could he forget them?? How could Bruce forget them??? And oh god it’s been such a long time where are they?? The story said that they couldn’t find a record in Gotham anymore, are they dead? He let them be forgotten, something he couldn’t stand happening to him, and now here he is, perpetuating it. The fight this would cause!! I feel like the fam would turn on Bruce demanding answers that he doesn’t have. Jason goes to readers room and finds nothing. Maybe reader wanted to cover their tracks? Maybe they didn’t want any trace of them in a manor that never cared for them in the first place? Who knows, all the fam knows is that this building feels so much colder now with this revelation.

Meanwhile reader is getting dinner with friends and work colleagues, having a good and fulfilling life, one outside Gotham, outside of the depressing influence of the Wayne’s, rogues, and owls of Gotham (sorry for making this so long!! Hope you’re having a great day!! Love your work!)

No bc how dare you come into my askbox and drop the most beautiful ask I've seen while I'm sick and brain fogged /affectionate

No hate to anybody else who has sent asks, ily all, but this one HIT MY BRAIN SPASMS AKDMELAK-

BECAUSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT???

The longer it goes on, the worse the inevitable realization is for EVERYONE. Including reader. Because while there's no record of them legally, that's just because they're doing too poorly to have records.

Once you leave Gotham and start settling, you have legal documentation that you just need, you know, for life. Your ssn, birth certificate, etc. Documents that Bruce thought he had somewhere, only to find out you had requested them from Alfred when you left home.

Alfred, being the enabler he is and always hoping you'd reconnect with them one day, just gave you legal copies. Or illegal copies that are good enough to pass, idk how that stuff works.

Point is, they can find you.

BUT.

That's after they get past the emotional turmoil that the discovery puts them through. Imagine if one of them is watching the special for laughs, members of the family snickering at how fake and put together they all are on camera, elbowing each other at how prim and proper some of them are.

Then, near the ending, it cuts to a city far away from theirs. Not Bludhaven, which confuses them. The rest of them stayed, at least relatively close. So where-?

"Y/N L/N, formerly known as Y/N Wayne, has not been seen in the public eye for over a decade. While our reporters were unable to make contact, some still can't help but wonder on where this mysterious member of the beloved family-"

*Snap*

That's Jason, snapping the remote in half while staring at the screen.

Where...when...?

Half of them are confused. Three of them are starting to get a dawning realization.

Jason is having probably the biggest traumatic breakdown he's had since coming to terms with his death and resurrection.

Which town was that? Was that their actual home? Is that just stock footage? Did the reporter lie, did they find you? No, they would have shown that. Fucking vultures wouldn't keep the drama to themselves if they had the chance.

Those are thoughts that don't hit until later, honestly. He's too fucking furious to think coherently for a while.

He wants to scream at Bruce, and hit him, and Dick, and Tim, and fuck it, Alfred too a little. (Unfortunately, they probably have lost Alfred by now. The man was already old.)

He wants to both trash and treasure what's left of your room, small enough to make him feel cramped. It's the size of his old apartment bedroom! Fucking moneybags couldn't give his second ever child a better room than this???

There's no diary left behind, or anything that would bring any sense of closure. Actually, the only thing of note is a scattering of ancient newspaper articles badly taped up on the wall, mostly peeling or on the floor by now.

"BATMAN BESTS POLICE ONCE MORE- RIDDLER IN CUSTODY"

"WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT THE BOY WONDER"

"NO MORE JOKES - CLOWN IN CUSTODY"

"BATMAN'S NEWEST SIDEKICK? ROBIN REPLACED!"

"A NEW HERO? NIGHTWING DEBUTS!"

Them. It's articles about all of them. Their hero exploits, at least. None of them past his...expiration date. It looks like his death is what made you stop idolizing your family so much. Honestly, the paper is old enough to make it hard to read anything but the headlines.

There are a few sticky notes amidst the papers. Clumsy, childlike handwriting.

03/16/XXXX

Richard and Mister Wayne saved people from a bank! Bad guys almost blew em up. That's why they had to miss the concert!

07/30/XXXX

Jason couldn't have dinner because the Joker broke out, and they had to stop him again. Stay in jail! My brother is hungry!!!! >:(

XX/XX/XXXX

I hoped Richard was in town because of my birthday...I guess it was superhero stuff. But Jay remembers! Next year?

XX/XX/XXXX

Not next year :( I made a cake with Alfred instead. Gave some to Jay after he patrolled. Not as good as Alfred's yet, but he still ate it!

Notes you wrote to yourself. To hang up, to show you that even if they aren't there for you, your 'family' is full of good people. That they're doing important stuff, and that's why they can't be there for you.

As a child, you hung up a wall to show yourself why you weren't important. Why you didn't matter.

And Jason breaks.

[starguardianniom]

Billy and Lighter

I love their dynamic so much.

Freaking Lighter of all people sees Billy as his worthy rival.

Ngl but I legit think it's because Billy is the only one he can fight without being afraid of passing out.

Given Lighter faints at the sight of blood and that Billy is an android, if Billy gets hurt he will probably leak oil, but no blood, which is perfect for Lighter.

I honestly, half-seriously thinks that's the sole reason Lighter considers Billy is rival, because he won't risk embarassing himself if he manages to hurt Billy while fighting as Billy has no blood for him to faint to.

But he also does respect him given he thinks highly of him and actually likes him like a brother too.

They playfully tease one another but you can also clearly see that Lighter has a high opinion of Billy and is also happy for him to have found happiness somewhere else too, and that's so wholesome, my heart.

I was pratically screaming of joy in my head the entire time yesterday when I speedrun the chapter (I had the day off lucky me so I used it to clear out chapter 4 entirely yeah!).

I took so many pictures, will upload them this weekend, now I need to go do that certification exam to get my people to level 50, given I need to level up pretty much everyone I have right now (Billy, Anby, Nicole, Corin, Soukaku, Ben, Anton, Seth, Jane and Lucy are the characters I currently have the game refuses me Piper and just sended me a lil army of Corins, Anby and Soukaku, now I have Anby and Soukaku to M4 and Corin to M3, though it gave me Billy M2 and Seth M2 thank god) I'll be at it for a while.

But honestly I expected Lighter to be a bit more mean toward Billy and feeling superior to him but it seems like I was worried for nothing, Lighter loves Billy and Billy loves him back, though I'm pretty sure Billy also thinks that he wasn't able to escape Lighter entirely given he now has Anby around. XD Lighter keeps forgetting things and Anby keeps forgetting the line between fiction and reality, I imagine Billy must be used to Anby because he had to spend half his time reminding Lighter of stuff all the time. XD

I swear Billy had it better than Lighter back then, given he was the Champion that means he was the strongest of the Sons of Calydon, which means he's stronger than Big Daddy, and Big Daddy is most likely the one who raised and taught Caesar how to fight, so if she didn't get the title of Champion back then, then Billy was most likely strong enough to beat her too and Big Daddy. But then he left. But he also got to meet Lighter before that, but Lighter is weaker than Caesar but still has the title for some reason, so it's a bit murky there as to why they needed 2 champions.

I think Billy wanted to leave or something happened that made him leave and then Big Daddy brought in Lighter to pick up his title but Billy sticked around long enough to make sure Lighter was up for the job given they have a good brotherly friendly rivalry relationship together so once Billy thought Lighter was ready he gave him his title and left. And then Caesar got to be the new boss of the Sons of Calydon when Big Daddy retired, and was strong enough that she was able to beat Lighter apparently.

But the title of Champion is basically being the number 2 of the gang, so if the leader isn't around it's most likely the champion calling the shots and making sure everything is alright and settling disputes and what nots, but since Lighter is pretty scatterbrained, most of the duties went to Lucy while Lighter is just now extra muscles, since Lucy is pretty much the one making sure everything is alright and being the brains of the Sons, but she clearly doesn't have the strenght to be the Champion because Lighter is the one with that title.

So I imagine Billy used to handle negotiations and relations and other stuff with Big Daddy before he left and probably used to be deadly efficient, in some parts of the story he is a lot more aware and shrewd than he presents himself most of the time, such as asking us about the H.D.D and asking why we'd bother to be proxies when we could have done so much more and get a much more lucrative job, or when he was ready to sell us out to PubSec to save the Cunning Hares and himself pointing out that the Cunning Hares could get their record cleaned if they reported a proxy, which was a very smart way of thinking given their situation back then. He is also knowledgeable about the Outer Ring, so he is way much smarter than he acts too.

I do feel like Billy is seen as a superior predecessor to Lighter and while Lighter doesn't resent Billy at all for it he also feels the need to prove himself to him in some way to live up to his "brother's" legacy.

Lucy probably didn't have much to do until Billy left and Big Daddy retired. Then she basically became the second half of the Champion title in the Sons of Calydon, being the brain to Lighter's brawn, but Billy before them had the title on his own to the point that he is still feared today by other people in the Outer Ring.

It does beg the question of what was Billy like back then, probably less happy and more brutal and having the mindset of a weapon maybe, but he was still cared for a lot.

I also like to think that Big Daddy called him Billy Kid because he honestly saw Billy as "his" kid when he bought him from a group of drifters, now I really want the whole story, if they release Big Daddy and Lighter, give them more content with Billy, I need more, Hoyo!

[dianneking]

The Affair - Chapter 1 (Larissa/Reader)

Hiya! As part of my weekly writing challenge, I wrote this chapter over two writing sessions, and I chose not to wait for the fic to be finished before posting. It'll probably be a couple of chapters all together.

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature

Tags: Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Infidelity, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader.

Link to AO3 in the title

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The Affair - Chapter 1

Waiting in the snow for a married woman , you thought, moodily pulling your scarf up to cover your freezing nose as yet another car passed, how the fuck did my life come to this?

You had never been one for thrills in life. If anything, you had been pretty boring: you’d always liked English class at school, always got straight As, never stepped a foot out of line. You never felt the need to, nor the appeal of being rebellious. You’d gone on to get a bachelor’s degree and teacher’s certification, and then you’d gone on to teach English in a string of small town schools.

There was only one aspect out of the ordinary in your life up until now; you could never settle down in one place.. You felt a restlessness, a pull towards something you still hadn’t found, and after a couple of years in a place, it inevitably built up until it was too strong to resist. And so you packed your bags, applied for a job somewhere else, and started anew. 

You didn’t think Jericho would be much different. Small town, 5 thousand inhabitants, only spots of interest a tacky historical reconstruction site and a school full of outcasts. The same one you had applied to. Nothing much to offer. You’d give it a year or two at most. 

You didn’t really care about the fact that you were teaching outcasts. They might drink blood or howl at the moon or whatever in their spare time, but they were teenagers that had to learn to write a proper essay just like anyone else. You prided yourself in your work ethic and told that to the board when they interviewed you. Apparently they appreciated that. Or there was nobody else who had applied. There had been some accidents during the last school year, apparently. The board had repeated several times that it had been a one-off and it had been taken care of definitively.They had all seemed very defensive about the topic. 

Once again, you shrugged it off. You had no time to waste on rumors and things of the past. The school had its quirks, sure, but all schools had, each in their own way. You settled in your quarters on the school grounds, and started reviewing your lesson plans taking into account the notes left by the previous teacher. You settled in for your usual routine of lessons, tests, marking that you were familiar with by now. 

And then she barged into your life, throwing routine and predictability to the wind. 

Even with your aversion to gossip, you’d heard about her. Larissa Weems, the best principal Nevermore had ever had, mysteriously injured in the line of work, supposedly trying to protect the school, and hospitalized for months after that. When talking about her, voices dropped to a whisper out of respect - or fear, you hadn’t been able to ascertain that. 

The day she had come back, you’d have thought royalty was about to visit the school, with the amount of fretting, of preparations, of nervous energy filling the halls and rooms. You’d had to let your classes work on assignments because they had been unable to listen to one word of what you were explaining. You had rolled your eyes in the privacy of your room. Seriously, you’d seen plenty of disruptive principals in your years of teaching, but one who could be so distracting even before she had set foot back in school? That was a first. 

You felt obliged to show up as well to the welcoming committee. The whole staff was there, as well as the student body. Some had even prepared signs, and there was a white banner draped along the balcony on which was written, in red paint, a very wonky Welcome back Princ. Weems . 

It was cute that she was so beloved by her school, you thought, but you were also thinking of how to recover the day of missed lessons, and how to optimize the next days’ so as to go back on track. You tried not to be too miffed about it. 

All of the thoughts of lesson plans and all of the lingering irritation at them being disrupted fled your brain at the sight of the first foot stepping out of the car. Shiny, varnished black shoes, showing off a milky ankle, and a shapely calf that look longer than any you’d seen (not that you made a point of looking at women’s legs all the time, but sometimes your eyes did wander…)

The skin on show was sadly cut off below the knee by the modest hemline of a woolen dress and it was at that point that Nevermore’s principal exited the car in all of her towering beauty, and your mind went completely blank, cause in all of their gossip everyone in Nevermore had forgotten to mention a small, key detail about the principal.

She was stunning. 

The most beautiful woman you’d ever seen was standing before you, waving and smiling regally, as the whole school cheered. You almost didn’t notice all the jubilant ruckus, your eyes too busy raking all over her figure, as if trying to commit every single detail to memory. Her slender, elegant hands, wrapped in leather gloves. The perfectly-tailored coat, in the same fabric and color as the dress. The sparkle of her gold jewelry in the pale winter sun. The perfect proportion of her face, the way the bright red lipstick brought attention to her smile.

Her light eyes were roaming all over the crowd, as if taking stock of known faces and new entries. Finally her gaze fixed on you, and you could see a spark of amusement flicker on her face at seeing you.

You belatedly realized that you had been gaping at her like a fish out of water.

The day after you had still been beating yourself up about the humiliation at being caught slack-jawed staring at your boss when she visited you in your classroom after you were done with the day’s lessons.

She rapped against the doorframe, but strode in before you could say anything. You scrambled to your feet, awkwardly, while she covered the distance from the door to your desk in a couple of long steps. She was wearing another dress today, a tartan dress with a belt that cinched her waist, underlying the shape of her hips and chest while still being completely work-appropriate.  

“So you’re the new teacher they have hired to replace poor Collins.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “I’m Larissa Weems. Usually, I have the final word on new hires. The board does a wonderful job but sometimes they lack a certain sort of practicality in their assessment of candidates, as it happened with the last hire. I wasn’t convinced by her spiel, but the board insisted and…well. I should have trusted my gut instinct.” Her eyes grew distant for a second, before focusing back on you with a hard gaze. You could see the speckles of lighter and darker blue mixing in her irises, and the perfectly applied make-up that highlighted their natural beauty.  You tried to shake yourself out of her charm. She could be trying to fire you, and you were busy ogling her! That’s not the kind of person you were! You cleared your voice, trying to think up something to say to help your case.

“I…”

“I know you have been hired already, and I am sure you are a perfect fit for the role. I’d just like to have a little chat together, nothing too formal, just getting to know each other a little bit better.” She smiled as she said that, and while you were sure it was supposed to be a polite smile, you couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at that. 

She looks like a predator closing in on prey , your mind unhelpfully suggested. 

You swallowed, suddenly conscious of your sweaty palms and increasing heart rate. 

“O-of course, ma'am." was all you could meekily say. 

"Perfect." she purred. "Meet me at seven sharp at the Lilac Lounge. I'll have a private booth reserved."

To be continued...

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[starcurtain]

The Kinda Unhinged Ratiorine Fic I Want to Read

In an (admittedly very contrived) AU situation, Dr. Ratio finds out he's about to be cut out of his (mostly estranged) family's inheritance forever because of his complete lack of interest in continuing the family line. Which, all factors considered, does make perfectly logical sense. Investment of capital should go to the branch of the lineage most likely to benefit from it, and Cousin Tiberius has five sons and daughters already. Let the house and the trust fund go to them.

But the library.

There's absolutely no way Veritas could bear to be permanently parted from the staggering assemblage of paper volumes under his collected family's auspices. Not only would being separated from tomes so full of memories be heart-wrenching, but think of the devastating blow to his research! There are records in those archives that no other mortal eyes have ever gazed upon!

So there's only one solution for it: He needs to pass on his family name, immediately.

(Andddd the rest is under a read more because what is brevity?)

Problem 1: Veritas Ratio is very gay.

Problem 2: Statistically, single men have the lowest chance of being selected for adoption placement, and this Child Welfare Agent is looking at his alabaster head very, very strangely.

Think, Ratio, think. What is the most efficient way to solve such a tedious quandary?

The obvious first step is to increase his likelihood of being selected by the adoption agency, and the quickest way to do that is... Eureka! How elegant a design! He just needs to enter into a (temporary) committed and stable partnership to demonstrate a degree of domestic dedication and home-building prowess!

Problem 3: ...Where in the universe is he going to find a stable and committed man willing to marry him?

Ratio does not exactly possess the world's most endearing personality. He might... never have had any form of romantic relationship lasting past a one-night stand even, because it turns out most people don't like being scored a 2/10 on their technique during intercourse.

So he's probably not going to find a stable and committed man.

But... He might at least find someone willing--for the right price.

Enter Aventurine (stage left). He's as expensive as they come, the greatest reward saved for the highest bidder, but despite his festering ambitions, he's still trapped as nothing more than a high-class escort, owned by a company the IPC has on the books as selling everything but what they actually trade in: Avgin slaves.

Sigonians... The reputation--and sleazy men's curiosity--precedes him, and though he only has to get on his knees for the truly bold nowadays, he hasn't yet been able to make the ultimate gamble, pull the last string needed to finally gain his freedom: the freedom to live his life as he pleases--and to enact every ounce of vengeance he's been storing for decades like cards up his sleeves.

Until now.

Until an absolute madman shows up at the underground headquarters waving around an offer that no average person would possibly make: He wants to buy Aventurine and wed him.

(Because marrying a Sigonian thrall is a safe and sane thing that safe and sane people do.)

The offer is far too good to be trusted: A real marriage certificate but a perfectly fake marriage, a no-fault divorce once an adoption is finalized, and a guaranteed sponsor for his citizenship documents. A year or two of fake homemaking, this Veritas Ratio claims, and then Aventurine can walk away a completely free man, no strings--no chains--attached.

Well, Aventurine of the Myriad Stratagems has always held one skill dearer to his heart than any other: a crystal clear knowledge of when to fold--and when to go all in.

(...Problem 4: Amber Lord help him, Aventurine's new husband is the most irritating man in the entire universe.)

Alas, if only that was their biggest problem. Somewhere between learning to navigate the citizenship process, the adoption process, a truly unacceptable level of systemic racism, and also, increasingly, each other, Ratio and Aventurine discover that the circumstances of their lives might be far more entangled than they ever could have imagined from the beginning, and the same shadowy parties that profited off Aventurine's existence might have a vested interest in parting Ratio from valuable research secrets--permanently.

While struggling to maintain a charming and loving facade and struggling not to kill each other behind the scenes, Aventurine and Ratio also end up having to out-roll and out-plan a particularly dangerous enemy; something they can really only do together.

Or, tl;dr: Dr. Ratio chooses the most efficient but most unhinged method of finding a husband that intelligence could possibly contrive, only to determine that marrying a guy whose track record for unexplained deaths matches his track record for card counting really is the encyclopedic opposite of "committed and stable." Ridiculously enough, the trouble they get into is almost entirely Ratio's fault, the only one who is remotely convincing in front of the Child Welfare Agency is Aventurine, and sometimes it turns out the guy you married for the library ends up being the guy you married for life.

[storiesofsvu]

Sonya Paxton SFW Alphabet

Sonya Paxton x reader no real warnings, y'all know the drill. People have been wanting Sonya recently and I am only here to give the people what they want!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sonya’s generally not that affectionate, especially when it comes to PDA. She’ll hold your hand in public and isn’t afraid of people catching a sense of something more than platonic going on, but it’s very likely the most you’re getting is a kiss on the cheek. At home she’s a little softer, she likes her privacy. Arm around you on the couch, wrapping around your back while you cook dinner, soft kisses pressed into your skin when no one’s around to see.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She’s not going to beat around the bush, she’s always going to give you the absolute truth and her honest opinion (even if you don’t ask). There’s no sugar coating when it comes to Sonya she tells it how it is and honestly? Everyone needs a friend like that. I like to think she’s also incredibly loyal. She’s not a super approachable/friendly person when it comes to acquaintances so once you’re in her inner circle and she cares about you, you’ve got a ride or die for life. She’s always gonna be the first one to stand up for you, whether you’re there or not, she’s got your back.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She doesn’t like to admit it so much, but she does enjoy it. You’re usually the one who initiates, snuggling into her side when you’re watching a movie and the first time you did it she nearly tensed up before glancing down and noticing the happy smile on your cheeks and she relaxed into it tentatively wrapping an arm around you. She’s normally the big spoon in bed, looping an arm around your waist while you sleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down is something that’s never really been on her radar. There’s some kinda bad history in her life, whether it be watching her parents abysmal marriage suffer or deteriorate or a relationship of her own meeting the same end that left a bad taste in her mouth. I think she’s someone who’s pretty hyper Independent and a little anti social, dating isn’t even something she’s actively pursuing. So when she does find herself in a safe loving relationship, she’s content leaving it at that, a life partner. There’s no need for rings or certificates.

When it comes to around the house, she’s pretty tidy. Most of her laundry is dry cleaned and the stuff that isn’t usually sits out a little longer than needed, but the dishes are usually done within twelve hours and the entire space is clean. Cooking wise? She’s not as great, breakfast’s are easy, she’s got some go to’s for lunches that are fine but there’s a lot of take out consumed.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hear me out: it depends on how invested/in love she was/is. If it’s an easy one for her, it’s gonna be in public so it can be quick, to the point, rip off the band aid and it’s done and she’s out the door. If she’s still harbouring some feelings but knows it’s the right thing to do she’ll add in a little bit more privacy, but it’s not going to be at her house, it’s somewhere that she can make her peace, say goodbye and then leave to go have a drink and get over you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Whoops. Already covered this one lol. She’s down for a lifelong partner, a good relationship that she knows is sturdy and is happy in. She doesn’t want to get married at all, she’s seen too many of them fall apart and end horribly with both parties hating each other because of all the other strings that have to be untangled. At least if she’s not married and a long term relationship ends, it’s easier to sort out.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

As stated in the bff one, she’s always pretty blunt and to the point, so some of the things she says might cut a little bit, especially if you don’t have thick skin or weren’t expecting it. She’ll catch herself most of the time, realizing she’s toeing or crossed a line and will likely apologize, realizing you were asking for support not a reality check kinda thing. She never means to hurt you but wants to always be clear and truthful.

Physically, I like to think she’s a fucking softie but doesn’t realize it/want to admit it. Like, she’s not used to it, but she really does enjoy the way your arm will wind into hers while you’re walking through the park. She warms up to all of it, finger tips tracing patterns on your skin when you throw your legs over her lap on the couch, gently fixing a piece of tangled hair, wiping a stray smudge of lipstick, her touch is almost always gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I don’t see her being a hugger *at all*. She shows her affection in other ways, greeting you with a gentle kiss to the cheek, her lips brushing the top of your head before she leaves the house. Her favourite hugs are when she wraps herself around your back, or the soft embrace before she kisses you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It slips out in more of a casual way first, she barely notices it. You catch it, but don’t say it back because you pick up on the slip. The realization dawns on her a few days later as she’s watching you cook breakfast in the golden sunbeams and she’s just so happy and content to be spending a quiet morning with you. “I do you know…” “hmm?” you glance up at her and she smiles softly. “Love you.”  “I know.” You lean over to kiss her gently “and I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) If she does get jealous, it doesn’t show very strongly. It’s the tiniest purse of her lips, the slightest narrowing of her eyes as she watches you get flirted with and it always depends on her mood whether she lets it pan out and wait for you to return to her, or if she slides up to your side to interrupt things.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are soft, a lot of the time they’re quick, little kisses to say hello/goodbye. The more passionate ones she usually lets you take control of, happy enough to submit for a bit. She usually kisses your cheek, the top of your head in a greeting if you’re already curled on the couch. And she’s got a huge soft spot for the way you’ll grab her hand and pull it up to your lips to leave a kiss on the inside of her wrist, the special little thing you only do for her.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Listen, Sonya’s the wine aunt, we all know this. She has no interest in having her own kids, and she likely doesn’t want to babysit yours if they’re under like… twelve and even then she likely thinks they’re annoying af and they back talk too much. That being said if she is your “aunt” (biological or not) she definitely has your back and will take you out to do fun things your mom hates her for kinda thing. Like, she’s the one sneaking you booze/cigarettes, taking you to get your first tattoo, bailing you out when you get in trouble, like I said earlier, this bitch is loyal.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Coffee. Just so much coffee, she prefers time to sleep in over breakfast and sometimes lowkey hates that she chose a career that means she has to get up early. Once coffee is brewed she takes her time to get ready and then is out the door.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evenings are relaxed, a nice dinner a bottle of wine (or sparkling cider) while watching a movie sprawled together on the couch. She’s a bit of a night owl, staying up later to finish paperwork or catch up on non work related readings and such.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It’s not really a waiting to reveal things, but more so when the topics come up in conversation/situation. I like to think most of us humans are like that, sure there are some info dumps that come out of nowhere but the less important things kinda just slip out whenever. It’s likely on one of your first dates you offer her a drink and she simply replies that she doesn’t drink. It might not even be until weeks later when something comes up again that she mentions “well I had a bit of a problem”. That kinda style, ya know?

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not angered, but *annoyed*. She gets frustrated, letting out little huffs, eye rolls, scoffs and the like. It kinda just depends on the day on if she walks away (likely to go smoke) or if she ends up getting snippy. With a partner she’s clues in quicker and usually walks away, but there does tend to be a little bit of unneeded bickering in her relationships. In her professional life, the back and fourth is more needed and she doesn’t walk away as often as she can quickly prove her point.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She’s not great with small details, she probably fucks up your coffee order the first couple of times, thinking it’s 2 cream and 1 sugar when it’s the opposite way around kinda thing. She’ll remember the most important parts, any allergies, things you absolutely cannot stand, your birthday, those kinda things.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the moment that she knew you actually loved her, that you wanted her around and preferred the hours spent together rather than apart. A day that she came home early to find you in her apartment cooking dinner in an attempt to surprise her, there was no faking the smile that broke out on your face over excitement that she was finally home. She finally felt like she belonged somewhere and she was done for in that moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Sonya can get fiercely protective, but it’s only when you need/want it. You work together and someone starts yelling at you/blaming you for something that you didn’t, you can bet she’s physically inserting herself in between you and tearing the other person a new one. She knows you can handle yourself when you’re out in the city, but if she can tell you’re getting uncomfortable she’s not afraid to wrap an arm around your waist and tell someone to back the fuck off and leave you alone.

When it comes to herself, she’s pretty self sufficient, but it’s more that she likes to be emotionally protected by you. The way that you remind her that she’s loved, that she’s good at her job and deserving of love and the like. It’s the way you make her feel safe when you’re around that she just absolutely adores.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The standard amount of effort I’d think lol. It’s nothing too crazy and over the top, standard dinners, take out, cooking together, movie nights snuggled up on the couch. Anniversaries and birthdays are a bit more effort, a gift or two, a surprise of flowers, extra dessert with dinner. Everyday tasks she keeps her space clean and tidy, always has an extra blanket on the couch for you, makes sure there’s copies of your skincare in the bathroom, back up toiletries/period supplies. She keeps your favourite coffee creamer in the fridge, makes sure to have your favourite snacks on hand.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I mean… there’s the obvious. LOL. Then there’s the smoking, which is something that she leans on more now that she’s sober to get her fix and help her not be stressed but she knows she shouldn’t do it as much. At the very least she doesn’t smoke inside, so you’re not too bothered by it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She always makes sure that she’s decently enough put together. The bulk of her suits are designer, but it’s not a must for her. She’s not obsessed with looks, definitely isn’t going to dive into any kind of plastic surgery or anything but will amp up the skincare products as she ages.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly? No. Obviously there is a reasoning behind Sonya’s very icy and standoffish exterior and I think she’s got some pretty fucked up history/experiences in her life, but we can figure that out as we get there lol. Once she finds you and finally feels comfortable, safe and loved in a healthy relationship, she’s grateful for what she has and likely is one of those people who worries about losing it relatively often. She’s more than aware that she’s a human with some pretty big flaws and doesn’t want to fuck things up. Like, she’s fine if you’re on a vacation with your besties and she’s at home. It’s if you were to break up that she feels completely empty again. When she’s with you, she finally feels like she belongs.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.)

Is a hardcore cat person. Has at least one, if not multiple. Does not like dogs and will likely fight anyone who says they’re better than cats.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn’t like bullshit, beating around the bush or playing games. You’re either in or you’re out. She’s generally straightforward with her intentions and expects you to be too. She also doesn’t have the patience for someone who is overly needy, she needs a little bit of her own space, especially during the work week she has enough on her plate.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) She definitely takes some sort of melatonin at the end of the day to help her sleep, and she’s a night owl, going to bed much later than someone who has to be at work by 9am should be. But she just overcompensates with coffee to balance things out lol.

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@alexxavicry @anya-casablanca @onmykneesformarvel @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @louderfortheback @imlike-so-gaydude @baubeautyandthegeek

[hersheyzz]

The Proposal

Prompt: Y/n finds a unique way to respond to Colby's proposal..

Warnings: None? Just Fluff, ig?

Words: Idk! Sorry, i didn't count!

Happy reading! x

Colby and you had been dating for quite a while now.. for about 3 years. You had met at his house at some party he threw, sparks flew, you guys ended up doing a lot more than you intended, you lost touch.. Cut to 6 months later, you shifted to L.A., officially this time, and ended up being neighbours with? The same guy you slept with 6 months ago.. It was quite awkward at first, but then you started hanging out a lot more, and things just flowed between you.

That brings you guys to today!

It was night time. You both were laying down on a carpet in colby's backyard, seeing as you both were next-door neighbours, you could hang out whenever you wanted.

Colby had his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulder, whereas your head lay on his shoulder, you were both star-gazing. Colby had proposed to you almost a month back, and you were so shocked, you didn't know what to say, so, you just ended up just saying that you needed time. He said it was alright and that he understood, but you knew he was hurt. Like hell! Obviously he will be!

You had always been scared of commitment, seeing as your mother abandoned you when you were just a baby, leaving just you and your dad. Not like your dad wasn't lovely! He was the best father one could ask for! But that incident just embedded in you a fear of abandonment.. But now you knew, you knew you were ready to settle down, Colby was everything you ever wanted!

Colby: Y/n? You lost somewhere?

Y/n: Huh? What?

Colby laughed heartily and you could swear it was the most beautiful sound you'd heard in your life.

Colby: I was just saying that you told me a few days back that you had developed this driving interest in constellations. So, want to enlighten me with some knowledge?

You saw this as the perfect opportunity! You smiled and nodded. You took his hand and pointed at an array of stars.

"That one right there it's an aries, it's the most commonly known constellation."

He excitedly pointed in the other direction, "Oh! I know that one. That's the orion! I've heard about it."

You were staring at his beaming face intensely, admiring every beautiful feature of his.

"Wanna know what that one is called?" You pointed at a direction right above you while still staring at him.

"Yes!"

"It's called 'Colby'!"

"Huh?" His expression masked into one of confusion.

"I said it's called Colby, love."

It was like a tick mark checking a box.

He was still staring at you as if you'd grown two heads! You lightly giggled, joined your forehead with his and said,

"It's a checkmark, Colby. A Yes to marrying you, a yes to living with you forever, a yes to having our children roam through the backyard! A yes to growing old with you! I love you, Colby! I love you so much. You were always the right guy. The one for me. I was a fool to ask for time from you even when I knew I was never gonna leave you. I wanna marry you, Colby, that is, if you still want to."

You looked at him concerned, feeling as though he might say no.

Colby's face suddenly broke out into a huge smile, he gently cupped your face and said,

"Of course i still wanna marry you. Hell! I can't wait to see you all grey, but still the most breathtakingly beautiful person on Earth!"

He smiled and sweetly kissed you.

"By the way, did you actually name that constellation after me?"

"Yah! Of course. Why would I lie? Infact, here's the proof." You said while showing him the certificate you had in your phone.

He grinned widely and said, "Oh my god! Y/n! You're crazy! But you're my crazy! I love you."

That night was one of the most beautiful nights of your life.

Author's Note: Just cut me some slack! It's my first time writing.. I've no idea about constellations much, and i didn't know one could name them till a few months back when i heard somebody did? Idk! Hope you liked it! f(^ー^;)

P.S.: Please read my last post, and recommend me some books? Pretty please! *looks at you with a pout*

Thanks!

xoxo

[butterflywithsass]

Things I Wish I knew living on my own

This is gonna be pretty short at the moment (I'll add more later) because I haven't been living on my own for very long and I think there's still plenty that I still have to figure out. I'm also drunk as I write this so this might be rambling.

This is gonna be chock full of really obvious stuff for most people but stuff that really confused or stressed me out when I did it. It's also gonna have that obvious stuff that's not so obvious because no one really talks about it until you are on your own and you haven't the first idea how to start.

First things first. Money. You're gonna need it, so look up a bank that is in your area and look into the process of setting up an account. Some banks have this online, sometimes you need to walk into the bank and do it in person. In both cases, make sure you have a passport, birth certificate, or other ID on you, as literally everything you know about your financial state prior to this. Ask your parents if you need to, or someone who knows this, because they are gonna ask a lot of questions. Once you've got the account set up make sure to confirm your ID. I set up an account online, and since I forgot to do this step, I have now had my account deactivated and I need to start all over again. Don't be like me.

If you're in a foreign country like me, make sure you understand how the currency works, and set up a method to transfer funds without having to pay the tax every time. Set up an app like Wise or something similar so people can transfer you money and you can move it to your bank account. Make sure you have a rough idea of how much something is worth in each currency. I'm still adjusting to using pounds, and things would look really cheap until I realized that a pound is worth slightly more than a dollar.

Services. I mean stuff like wifi and tv and stuff. If you're a student, than your wifi is fine, just make sure you set it up right. Euroroam is a bitch, so make sure you google how to do it right and just follow it step by step. Ask for help. Just ask someone. I'm so serious. Another thing I'm struggling with is TV. In the UK you have to have a license for BBC iplayer. Don't listen to your British friends when they say you don't need it. You do. If you don't have it you will get prosecuted. I don't wanna get prosecuted. It's super easy, even if it's kinda expensive, and hey, you get access to everything BBC. Just google tvl.co.uk and something will turn up. You can use that super handy bank card you got when you signed up for the bank account.

Transport. buses, trains and shit. First of all, make sure you download all the apps and inform yourself on how they work. It's gonna be confusing especially if your an American country hick like me so nows the time to learn. Get the maps. Get the bus schedules and routes. Pin them on your wall. Also, There's often some super cool discounts you can get if you sign up. Where I am in Scotland at the moment there's such a thing as a YoungScot Card, where you can get bus fair free if you're under 22. If you're not in Scotland, chances are there is something like that if you look. Transport can add up. Don't get Uber or a Taxi unless it's your only option, in which case, GET THE UBER. It's better to pay a butload of money for transport than be stranded somewhere alone. Your safety is more important than money.

Printers. You will need them. Often, there will be documents that you need to sign on paper, and so a printer will be needed. Google places where you can get things printed. If you are a student, make figuring out how to print things at your campus library a priority. I'm about to invest in my own printer just so I can skip this process because it's exhausting.

Voting. Just because you're not in your own country, doesn't mean you shouldn't vote. I'm from America, and care very much about the results of the next presidential election. If you're already registered to vote, try and get an absentee ballot.

Which brings me to mail. Get some stamps, and make sure they are the right ones. There will be postcard stamps, and mail stamps, and international stamps. Get the international letter stamps for your ballot and put them on because mailing is not paid for outside of the US. Then fucking mail it! (I'm swearing at myself so I remember to do this part when I'm sober)

Phone number. You will need a new one. Get an Esim card (should be in your settings if you have an iPhone) Make sure your friends have your new number and test it out to make sure it works when you're in a new country. One thing about Europe, is that the old buildings really suck for phone reception. Also, if you want to make this simpler and can't remember numbers very well, use Whatsapp or Instagram to message people.

Mess. You may go into this with certain ideas of granduer when it comes to personal organization. Be real. You won't be any more organized or tidy on your own than you were with other people. Just make sure that the essentials are accounted for and forgive yourself for the rest. Keep a drawer or a basket for all that important shit like bank statements or that letter that says they're opening an investigation because you haven't bought a tv license so it's all in one place and you don't lose anything. If it's urgent, pin it on your wall (get a bulletin board for this). Do your laundry. If you have your own washing machine and dryer, good for you. I don't, so figure out how the system works with the communal washers and get on that. Once again ask for help. Wash your sheets. Wash your pillowcases. WASH YOURSELF.

Hygiene. I hate it too, but it will make you feel better about yourself if you are clean and your teeth are brushed. This is the first thing to go when you feel in a slump. I know. I hate showers. I hate brushing my teeth, but not doing it makes my self-esteem go down the drain and my depression goes on a victory lap. Just do it. If you can't do anything else on this list, or you feel like everything is too overwhelming, do this. It will make a lot of other things feel doable.

Food. Okay, scratch that. This might be the most important thing. I am currently making a late night dinner of dried mangos and wine because I didn't have the motivation do get dinner tonight which is a prime example of what not to do. Because now I'm drunk and hungry. Get a fucking fridge! Get a microwave! Go to the grocery store and buy food. Even if it's ramen or mac and cheese. At least it's food. At this point, don't worry about eating healthy, just eat. Since I'm not allowed a mini fridge or a microwave, I have to time my meals so I get into the dining hall on time which results in this... So if you're in a similar case, set alarms for meal times, and GO TO THEM! If you miss it. Find a place that has cheap takeout that you will eat as a fall back option.

Groceries. Find a grocery store that has the things you need, and see what kind of membership or regular discounts you can get. You will need it. Don't worry about buying too much food, or buying too much junk food. If you're gonna overspend on something, better it be this and not something else. Eventually, you will get a sense of what you actually like to eat and what you don't. But for now, don't be afraid to buy something just to try it because it might become your new favorite food. Make a running list on your phone of what you need to buy and don't worry about overbuying. If you buy something you don't eat or don't want, give it away! Your neighbors or classmates or friends might want it and food is always a good way to meet people and form connections. At my old school, I became known as the one who would always have a bag of storebought cookies on me in class if anyone was hungry and didn't have any other options. I was proud of that reputation.

Don't restrict your space. It can get easy to walk the same path every day, and never venture outside of the area you know well. But every so often, try and use that bus pass you got, and go a little further afield. Just wander. You don't have to have a goal. Just explore. Living in a new place is the perfect time to do this. I recently ended up in a random church just because the gate was unlocked and the door was open. I ended up accidentally eavesdropping on a late night discussion of eleventh-century catholic manuscripts or something I can't remember and came home with a pamphlet for the catholic church I'm never going to join but it was an experience. Make awkward conversations with the people you haven't met before because maybe you'll end up crushing really hard for her even though she's straight and has a boyfriend and you'll spend the next week hopelessly pining but at least it will be something to mark the passing of time, creeping at this petty pace from day to day. Maybe the way she describes how she's learning to dissect cadavers and the way her eyebrows tilt will inspire you.

It's okay to be lonely. It's hard to adjust to living in a new place. Especially if you're a student at a new school. It may feel like everyone is making friends but you. That may be true. You may find that your neighbor has already met a guy and they are really cute together, and they no longer really want to hang out with you. You may find that the person you connected with really well now longer remembers your name but that's okay. It is a superpower, knowing how to be comfortable on your own. It's something you must learn before you can make a lasting connection with anyone. Those people who are making friends so fast are doing it because they are afraid to be alone. You aren't afraid.

Don't overcomit. Sometimes, you might feel so guilty about not donating to a freind's program to help survivers of domestic abuse in africa that you offer to design a website for them. But yuu're swamped. You have three essays due next week and you need to have an opinion about Homer's portrayal of Ithaka and you're terrified every second you spend not working on your essays, so that yiu ccan't relax even during breaks because you're constantly thinking you're behind but now you have to design a website. Don't fucking do that, What were yoy thinking you fuckin idiot. Just give your freind the money and tell her you can't do it.

Keep in touch with people. Don't fall off the map. There are people you love who are still out there. Your gramma wants to know how you're doing so give them a call, but not when you're drunk that will just make her anxious. Call your freinds from your old school. Ask them how they're doing. When tey tell you they're going on a date be happy for them and don't think bout how single you are. Fuck.

Invest in your projects. Don't forget what you love. Join that Good Omens fanfiction group even though it's one of the few things that you're not obligated to do. Don;t forget your hobbies. Watch the thing that David Tennent was in even though you don't have any prior interest in true crime and watch yourself fall into another spiral of hyperfixation.

Read Shakespeare. Relate so hard. Spend an inordinate amount of time memorizing the Yoric soliquiy from Hamlet. Spend a fortune on tickets to see David Tennent play Macbeth in the west end. Let it be your light. The only thing you are looking forward too at the moment.

You'e on your forth glass of wine. You havent neber been this drunk before becuse you are a syupid American who has just moved to the Uk unserpivused. and you're stressing about exams. You were supposed to be working.

Goodbye!

[chykd5de]

So, I'm going to put this into multiple parts this is just the world building. I'll post the actual story and character designs seperatly.

Sorry if this is still a bit blocky.

JTTW: mid century au

Trigger warning for: torture kidnapping and technically police brutality

The story follows a similar storyline than the original journey to the west but it happens somewhere around 1950-2000.

The exact date is unclear for a few reasons:

So that I don't have to be specific when it comes to outfit and technology's

They dont have phones but they do have cars and commercial planes

They can have tasers (yes that is important.)

I don't know what would be better advanced (or less advanced) if humans had access to magic

Monkey king can be responsible for 9/11

Demon-human relations (and the h.p.a)

There are also a few differences to how demons-human relations work.

Demons live with humans but they need a 'birth certificate' documenting their heritage and their powers.

This is basically so it's easier to arrest them if they do something stupid.

And to make sure no demons are powerful enough to destroy the world.

RedBoy isnt an exception, nobody is aware he's able to use the samadi fire. (Not even him) And if it comes out then he would definitely be in a lot of trouble.

All demons have 'war forms' however most aren't very powerful. Being in a war form greatly increase their power so demons with stronger powers (like the samadi fire, control over things like stars and mountains and being able to move large body's of water are only possible when in war form.)

Of course there is a special 'police force' for demons called the H.P.A (monkey king pronounces it hoopa to piss them off.)

This special police force takes in most the unregistered demons and makes them work for them.

Most of the demons don't mind working for them, it's better than being murdered by angry villagers.

However they do have spells, tasers and simple chains at their disposal if any thing bad happens.

The celestial primates

The celestial primates also work a bit differently in the sense that they're all actually important for once.

(I will go more in depth with images in a later post (I haven't drawn them yet))

All the celestial primates are born from some kind of natural disaster (earthquake, hurricane, volcanic eruption, and tsunami). They are also all naturally slightly more resilient than your average demon and are slightly harder to kill.

They all still have their usual powers but they also have some additional ones that are related to how they were born.

The red-buttocked horse monkey is the oldest and most sensible, she was born from the ocean and washed up during a tsunami. She has some mild control over water, as well as all of the usual stuff she has power over. She lives with h.p.a willingly but isn't aware that they sometimes use violence against the demons.

The long armed gibbon is dead. Macaque accidentally killed him when discovering his war form. He was born from a volcano and the main thing he does is track down runaway monsters that are disguising themselves amoungst humans.

The six eared Macaque was born from a tornado, however the tornado slowly grew stronger and larger leading some to believe it was a hurricane. The h.p.a shot him out of the sky with a harpoon, meaning he was born slightly premature. He was tortured by the h.p.a almost his whole childhood as they tried to figure out how to control him, since he was very energetic and refused to be controlled. (The h.p.a doesn't immediately resort to tasers and chains but since Macaque refused to co-operate they eventually resorted to keeping him sedated forcefully.)

The intelligent stone monkey is impulsive and often comes off as stupid for rushing into things however in reality he plans out most of his attacks and is great at planning things under pressure, most of his mistakes are simply his hubris getting to him. He was still born from the stone and had small chunks of rock stuck in his hands and feet, these do change slowly over time and after he is removed from the mountain they appear to be covered in small crystals. He is almost completly impenetrable on his arms, legs and head and is also a pretty heavy hitter. He is still seven times immortal.

(unlike in journey to the west wukong isnt well known by average demons and only the celestial warrior are aware of his power)

The intelligent stone monkey also known as the monkey king is still the main character, but since I haven't read journey to the west most of what i have planned out is the prequal which would be just before and in the first four chapters of the journey to the west.

This is a lot longer than I was expecting it to be. Sorry.

(The reason why there is so many seemingly unrelated tags is because they all inspired this au, so I figured I'd include them)

[barenecessiteas]

So I'm really not a writer on here, but I keep thinking of a bunch of headcanons about the Sinclairs in House of Wax. I think a lot of people aren't gonna agree, but I like adding layers and complexity to people' characters. And since I do mention Bo's abuse and scars I'll put it under the cut if people don't wanna see it. I'll do this in parts, but still this is gonna be long cuz I need to get all of this out of my head LMAO. First up is Trudy and Victor. Hope you enjoy 😊

Trudy & Victor

This section is mostly where I think people will disagree with me but here it goes - I don't think Trudy & Victor were *entirely* terrible parents. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't make the abuse any less horrifying or unacceptable, but like I said, I like to believe they're more complex than just plain evil

Now with my rant out of the way, onto the actual headcanons lol

Trudy picked out the names for the twins. She was VERY picky about choosing relatively uncommon names, or rather names that just weren't super popular

She picked Bo's name, Beauregard, because the first thing she said when she saw him for the first time was how beautiful his eyes were. Beauregard means "beautiful gaze" so she thought it fit well

Vincent's name was a compromise she came up with because Victor wanted a son named after him. Trudy adamantly refused because she thought "Victor Jr." sounded ridiculous 💀

Vincent and Victor both mean "to conquer" or "victory", so that's where she got the main idea. It wasn't a super common name, he would still technically be named after his father, and it just so happened to be the name of her favorite artist, Vincent Van Gogh

Victor picked Lester's name when he was born. He did not put nearly as much thought into naming his newborn child as Trudy did with the twins. He deadass just heard the name Lester somewhere and decided he liked it lol

Trudy had terrible postpartum depression after she had the twins. And it was exacerbated by the fact that they were conjoined

She couldn't shake the feeling that there must have been something wrong with HER body that caused them to be conjoined, like she must have done something wrong. She carried that guilt with her for the rest of her life

But instead of, ya know, seeking therapy and proper help, she ended up taking her frustrations out on the kids and Victor

Still, she does genuinely love all her boys, but love alone isn't enough to make you a good parent. She was a perfect example of that

Victor didn't tell Trudy that he was going to do the separation surgery himself. Trudy actually had some sense and wanted to take the babies to a doctor in the city that was properly qualified to perform such an operation

Yes, Victor was a surgeon, but we can see on some of the certificates and degrees in his study that he was only certified in general and vascular surgery. Those definitely aren't the right fields to separate two baby boys conjoined at the head

He waited until Trudy fell asleep one night, insisting that she should rest and he would take care of the boys if they woke up in the middle of the night. Once he was certain she was out cold, that's when he snuck the boys downstairs to separate them. Trudy was absolutely mortified

Both Trudy and Victor did genuinely worry about the boys' quality of life because of the way they were conjoined. But Victor was already used to doing sketchy surgeries on the side, and in his mind he was genuinely trying to help their boys

Trudy had a breakdown when she saw Vincent's little baby face completely wrapped in gauze after the surgery. That moment of holding him for the first time after the surgery was devastating because she felt powerless to help them

She was thrilled that Bo made it out of the surgery pretty unscathed, she never actually held that against him as they grew up. But he was still the victim of her anger anyway

The wax mask for Vincent was Trudy's idea, as I think most of us assumed anyway. When Vincent was around 3, he started asking why his face was so different from Bo's. His exact words as a toddler were "Why my face broken?"

His scars never bothered either Victor or Trudy in terms of appearance. The only thing that actually bothered them about it is that it was a permanent reminder of Victor's botched surgery that Vincent would have to carry for the rest of his life

The boys were identical twins, so she got the idea to start making masks of Bo's face to try to make Vincent feel better. She didn't expect him to become so dependent on it, and she never realized the damage it did to his self esteem

Trudy was kind of a hardass as a parent when any of the kids threw a fit or something. This was the 1970s, it was considered socially acceptable to spank or slap your kids from time to time as discipline. When she'd get overwhelmed with her depression or one of the kids was driving her crazy, that's when she would lash out

Obviously Bo's tantrums were the worst when it came to how she handled them. The highchair with the straps and tape was almost like their twisted version of a "time out"

It forced Bo to stay still, and they assumed that keeping him tied down was the only way to "calm" him because they were so unequipped to handle such frequent and and severe toddler tantrums

Once the boys outgrew the highchairs, Trudy and Victor would force Bo down long enough for them to just restrain him to a regular chair. It didn't have the straps anymore, so they just used a fuckton of duct tape

It did get a little better as the kids got older. Bo got better at hiding his emotions, so he didn't "act out" as much. She would still spank or slap him, Vincent, and Lester when they misbehaved

She did genuinely enjoy taking the boys out places, like the zoo or the park. It was her who took the majority of those pictures we see in the movie. It was partly a coping mechanism so she'd have reminders around the house that they did have happy moments as a family

*Most* of their everyday life was relatively normal, actually. Victor was usually busy with his medical practice, so most of the actual raising fell to Trudy (yet another reason she'd start feeling overwhelmed)

Most days Victor only really saw Trudy and the kids in the morning and in the evening at supper. On the occasional days off he had, he did genuinely enjoy teaching the kids different sports like football and baseball

All the boys do have genuinely fond memories of playing baseball together as a family in the backyard. They stuck with them so deeply because Victor was around so infrequently

Trudy didn't actually get a cyst in her brain, nor did Victor kill himself. Bo made that whole thing up

A clip from an interview with Brian Van Holt (Vince and Bo's actor) has him explaining that Bo pretty much just thought of it in the moment to string Carly and Wade along

I don't really have a headcanon for how either of them died tbh, but Victor did die before Trudy. He has a grave and headstone in the cemetery next to the church in town. The boys try to visit it (along with Trudy's... wax mummy disposition?) for things like Father's Day, Victor's birthday, and holidays

Welp, I think I've tortured you guys enough with my hyper fixation on this movie 🙃 Thanks for humoring me if you actually read this whole thing. I salute you lol

[starwarsmum]

Day 4 of the Maribat BioFamily September event!! Taking a different route today with a BioDad Bruce Wayne look for the prompt: Child Support

@maribat-calendar-events

TW: death

Marinette stared at the smoldering wreckage of her childhood home. She had been over at Alya's for a sleepover when she got the phone call from the police, asking her to come to the station. She had agreed, nervously, and told Alya that there was no need to come with her. She had regretted that decision when her parents hadn't appeared to accompany her, and Officer Raincomprix was treating her so gently.

She had gone numb when he had explained that a fire had broken out during the early hours of the morning. It had spread out of control and the firefighters had been unsuccessful in pulling her parents out before they succumbed to the flames and smoke.

So she stood outside the ruins that had once been the most popular bakery in Paris, still unable to feel anything beyond disbelief. Which she would consider a lucky thing once her head cleared enough for her to breathe properly.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, we found a fireproof safe box in a wall of the bakery,” Officer Raincomprix said softly. “The contents are mostly legal - your birth certificate, the deeds to the property, their wills, and the signed copy of the insurance - but there's also a recipe book in here. We'll need to keep hold of everything for now, but I suspect it will all be yours once we determine the cause of the fire.”

“Thank you,” she whispered numbly, staring blankly through the man. She didn't listen fully and, eventually, a social worker stepped forward and took her in hand. She nodded along as they said something about a foster home and emergency provisions. She was grateful when she was put in the back of a car and she passed out from exhaustion.

_ _ _

Jason Todd was having a fairly ordinary day. He had woken up early for school and had a large breakfast. Even after three years of living with Bruce, he still worried about whether each meal would be followed by a long fast. He went to say goodbye to Bruce before heading to school, only to hear him speaking in hushed tones on the phone. Again, not an uncommon occurrence and Jason decided he would just try to find out what was going on later.

The day went a little off the rails when he returned from school to find a Pixie-like girl sitting at the kitchen counter. She had the dead-eyed look he had seen on many street kids, and he was immediately concerned. She was pretty, and elfin, and had clean cut hair, nice clothes and a pink bag strung over her shoulder. 

All this to say, she didn't look like a street kid. But for the life of him, Jason couldn't work out what she was doing in Wayne Manor. And he didn't want to approach her and give her a scare, as he'd learned from the street kids he had encountered before his life with Bruce. So he went in search of either Bruce or Alfred to give him some answers.

“...tell you if I didn't know, Alfred! I barely remember traveling in Europe and Asia, it was a blur of training and drinking. But clearly I introduced myself to one of my…dalliances, because my name is on the birth certificate! And they did a DNA test,” Bruce said, sounding slightly dumbstruck. And maybe a little sick. Jason decided he should announce his presence before he heard anything else.

“So, I take it you owe a hell of a lot of child support back pay?” He quipped, pushing the office door open. Bruce flinched at the remark and Alfred looked unamused. “What? It's not like she can hear me, she's still sitting catatonic in the kitchen. But seriously, how did you not know you had a whole child somewhere? I didn't have you pegged as a deadbeat dad.”

“Jason, this is not the time,” Bruce said grumpily. Jason snorted but didn't say anything more, choosing to let Bruce fill him in in his own time. “Her name is Marinette, she was living in Paris with her mother who never told me I was her father. And then, sometime last week, her parents died in a tragic fire and they found her birth certificate in the safe.”

Jason whistled, long and low, glancing at Alfred to see what he thought of the situation. As usual, the butler was wearing an unreadable pokerface and Jason gave him a grin. They stood in contemplative silence before Alfred suggested they rejoin Marinette.

She was still sitting exactly where Jason had found her twenty minutes before, staring at the wall behind the oven as if it was the only thing to see. Now that Jason knew she had lost her parents, he felt insurmountable pity for her. His own mother was still lost in the wind, although he thought he was close to tracking her down, but he couldn't imagine her being gone.

He took a seat next to her, pulling his school bag up onto the counter. He figured he might as well get started on his homework while the adults figured out what to do with the girl. It was disconcerting, though, filling in worksheets while she sat there, unmoving.

“Miss Marinette, what can I make you for dinner?” Alfred asked at last, and she turned her glassy stare on him. He frowned minutely when she shrugged and tried again. “You haven't eaten since you arrived, miss Marinette, I must insist. I saw in your files that you have no known allergies, but I would prefer to make something you would enjoy.”

“Je ne veux rien,” she said at last, quietly. I don't want anything, Jason translated mentally, grateful that Bruce had been expanding his language set. She coughed slightly and Alfred immediately filled a glass of water, setting it in front of her. Hesitantly, she reached out and took a sip, which quickly turned into gulps. Jason wondered, distantly, how long she had gone without anything.

Eventually, Alfred began cooking, the smell of beef and onion filling the kitchen as he made her onion soup. When he finally set the dish in front of her, tears welled in her eyes and she began to shake. She didn't make a sound, but slowly and dutifully ate the soup. When she was done, Jason offered to take her to one of the rooms, which she accepted with another small nod.

“This room is next to mine,” he said, opening a door to a large room with an ensuite. She stepped in behind him, staring at the floor, and his heart squeezed. “I'm sorry,” he said gently, lifting a hand to place it awkwardly on her shoulder. But when she saw his arm move, she turned and threw her own arms around him, wailing into his chest.

He floundered momentarily before carefully running his hand down her back soothingly. They stayed like that for several minutes, until her shaking subsided and she began to pull away. She looked exhausted, her blue eyes bloodshot and puffed up.

“Listen, if you need anything, anything at all, come find me,” he said, speaking slowly to make sure she understood. She nodded before flopping onto the bed and closing her eyes. He hovered in the doorway for a moment, but she curled onto her side, facing away from him, and he took that as his cue to leave.

He was fairly sure that she was asleep before he closed the door.

[rhodophoria]

thank you for tagging me @covfefeships !! finally got around to finishing this lol

Do you make your bed? kind of? i pull the sheets up but it's not perfectly pressed and put together

Favorite number? don't really have one!

What’s your job? in between serious careers atm but on the side i'm doing data entry and managing websites

If you could go back to school would you? ehhh maybe a loooong time in the future, if i absolutely needed the certification for something

Can you parallel park? not well lmao

Do you think aliens are real? sure. gotta be something somewhere.

Can you drive a manual car? nope, never tried!

What’s your guilty pleasure? cheddar and sour cream chips. i fucking love that shit but they give me awful acid reflux so i try to stay away

Tattoos? not yet. am still pondering designs

Favorite color? either an oxblood red or dark, electric purple

Favorite types of music? i'm all over the place, but i mostly listen to alternative r&b, rock, and electronic/synthpop.

Do you like puzzles? i guess? depends on how you define puzzles. i really like word searches and stuff like sudoku

Any phobias? bugs, but specifically ones that fly and/or bite. the buzzing noise freaks me out. i've had really bad experiences w/ getting swarmed and chewed up lol

Favorite childhood sport? probably a tie between swimming and softball. i think i enjoyed softball the most though.

Do you talk to yourself? not a lot, actually. if i do it's all internal and never out loud.

What movies do you adore? all of my favorites are always adventure/action, and usually either sci-fi or fantasy

Coffee or tea? both! coffee in the mornings, tea in the afternoon/evenings.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? doctor maybe? or something similar. i used to be fascinated with medical shows/surgery documentaries when i was like 4-5 lmao

i'll taggggg @vii-naught and anyone else who'd like to share!

[archangeldyke-all]

hi, Angel!! Firstly, I wanted to apologize. I'm still learning English, so you know, if anything gets confusing.

I guess I just wanted some advice. In February, I turn 19 and I'm a total failure: no job, no money for college, no girlfriend. I've been having the idea in my head of begging to work in a pizzeria where practically my entire family works, so I can buy my things little by little and rent some small, cheap place for myself, because I can't stand the situation at my mother house anymore.

I talked to my mother, explained the situation and she supported me. But today, when I was talking to the owner of the pizzeria to hand in my resume, my mother suddenly started saying that she wanted me to learn a lesson, working in a bad place and getting by with college, courses and work. And, to make matters worse, she and the owner started talking bad about me IN FRONT OF ME, calling me a bum for not having gotten into a good college yet. I left earlier than her and I was holding back crying the entire bus ride. I feel so betrayed, I lost all trust. I don't know if I can handle the pressure anymore and I feel so useless. But I really want to leave the house. I don't know what to do and was hoping you could give me some advice perhaps? I'm really lost

hi babe <3333 i am so so sorry you're in a rough spot right now.

i'm going to give you advice based on my similar experiences, but please please please, only do what you think feels right depending on your situation and safety levels!

first of all: you're soooo not alone. i have so many friends (in real life and online) who are in the same spot-- and i'm in a similar situation myself! here are a few things i remind myself of when i start to spiral:

1. our age range (young adults) has been incredibly stunted socially from covid. generations before us didn't have to stay inside of their houses for some of the most socially developmental years of their lives. it's no wonder we're a little more lost and lonely.

2. nineteen is still so young. i'm twenty three, and i'm still so young. you've got all the time in the world to figure out important things, like what you want to study or where you want your career to go.

3. a career doesn't have to be anything more than what you do to feed yourself. you don't have to be passionate about your work, you don't have to change the world, and, best of all, you don't need to do what other people want you to do.

so, to you, i'll say this: at least if you're in america, college is an expensive investment-- and it isn't your only option. if you don't know what you want to study-- that's totally okay! you're so young, you've experienced so little, it's incredibly ridiculous to expect teenagers to determine their life path. so, i say, wait to go to college until you know what you want to study. it'll save you a whole lot of stress and money. (there are alternative paths too: most trades only have you in school for 2 years, there are licences you can get in 3 months that lead to union jobs, i, personally, have been taking online certification courses to beef up my resume... college is not your only option!)

until then: don't let your shitty mom and her asshole friends at the pizzeria stop your search! the economy is shit right now, i know how expensive rent is (trust me, i'm trying to move out of my parents house rn too haha) but the good thing is: almost everyone's hiring. so i say, get a job somewhere else, save some money, and hopefully soon the tides will turn and the economy will change, and both you and i will be able to find a place of our own!

and last but not least: your mom is so so wrong. it's so cruel of her to humiliate and demean you like that, and you do not deserve that treatment. i'm so sorry you're in an environment like that right now, and i want you to know that you aren't alone, and someday, you will get out of there. you just gotta keep chugging along until then. and i'll be rooting for you the entire time!!

i hope this helped love <3 don't be too hard on yourself

[4uru]

My personal problems:

My clusterfuck of a rant (ft. Cassandra clare)

Buckle up besties bc im about to trauma dump. Like actual baby gay trauma.

(@faithfromanewperspective you wanted to know, i dont think i can freestyle angst on an ask like i can on a post so here it is)

Tw: incest, gender dysphoria, homophobic parents, sexual assault.

In our country you have to give a board exam (goverment??? Exam??? Similar to SATs) at the end of your 5 grade. So you need a primary school certificate (PSC)

After my PSC, my parents fixed up my Tablet. And went to work., i sat on my leaving room couch with blankets and pillows for a whole month (there was a dent on the couch when i actually got up for 6th grade) and i surfed the internet in those weeks.

I saw the malec video on yt ( i didnt click on it and didnt think much of it)

So my friend told me to watch anime. Somehow searching 'anime' on yt lead me to an anime 'Super lovers' (yaoi, pseudo incest, pedophilic and rapey everything under the sun you can find, its in super lovers) also i was like 11. 5 years old at this point. I have no concept of whats right or wrong. And bc of these animes (theres so much of it) i thought incest was fine. I also got into Todobaku and bakudeku. And thats part was fine i was mainly watching edits on yt. Then i started reading yaoi mangas and wattpad stories and gacha vids (And yes incest is still featuring on these stories for the most part)

Somewhere along the line, i was like, this feels weird (it was a particularity bad wattpad story with incest i think) i was already consuming gay content for months by then. (I still hadnt started 6th grade mind you.) and my standard for content increased a bit. And i stopped engaging with incest fics and mangas completely. After i distanced myself from it i realised how fucked that was and moved on from it.

But i still engaged with gay content. Somehow i stumbled upon the malec vid again. I watched it. (The first time im seeing live action gay ppl on screen) then i got into thai bl. ("Love by chance" was my first) the thai bl scene was a bit better. Around this time i read bl, watched bl and started to research about gay culture and what not. I figured out i was attracted to girls before i even went back to school

When i went back to school I became friends with a girl (lets call her bunny) I knew bunny since 5th grade but i didnt talked to her that year. she was smart and cool and i had a bit of crush on her from afar.

(5th grade before gay awakening) One time in my school bus while guessing one of my "friends" crushes i asked if he had a crush on bunny, he laughed, i "joked" if i was a boy, i would grow up to marry her. That 'friend' emptied his water bottle on my head as a response.

In 6th grade, the first week (maybe 2nd /3rd January), bunny and i got selected for a group project along with other friends. Me and another friend went to bunny's house for the project. The other friend left. After that friend left bunny and I started to unpack our traumas for each other. Family troubles and what not. I (being the dumb bitch i am) told her that i liked her (and also the water bottle thing) and that i liked girls too (at this point I identified as bi)

In class 6 and of fuckery happend, but me and bunny became bsfs so fast, with in a day. And we were inseparable. I asked her out and she laughed in my face. And we laughed about it years later too. 6th grade ends with her being made at me for smth i didnt even do wrong and some other shit with out toxicest friened. (We werent hanging out by the end of the year)

(Also i finished all off the percy jackson and percy jackson spin offs in 6th grade) and i also told my dad that i liked girls too. He conveniently forgot it for the nest year.

I come back for 7th grade knowing I was bi or pan (couldnt decide which i identified with the most) i start hanging out with a group of boys. Then covid happens.

Lockdown at the begining was fine (terrified but fine) around the second month of lockdown some genderfuckery started to happen. I would forget my own gender (round the time i was falling asleep or waking up). I started consuming for trans stuff around this time. And i journaled on my sketchbook with doodles and cried on it. I had terrible dysphoria. And i didnt even have a name for it in the begining. And one day the pain became too much and i broke in front of my mother. I came out to her. She ignored me. (Muslim parents) she said i was just a tomboy and "theres nothing wrong with me" and other stuff. I was sure i was trans. And non binary (trans tiktok helped with that bit).

My dysphoria became worse as time went on. Just before time of my birthday. My step mother bought me some books i asked for (queer books) and it had Chain of Gold She saw that it had just come out and thought i would like it. So i was reading chain of Gold. And i didnt get shit. I maybe read 100 pages before i decided that i needed context. I went on goggle and searched the best ways to read cassandra clare books in order and they said that Series wise is best. So i started City of bones (worse mistake of my life)

It was on yt so i started with it first. I already knew before starting that jace and clary werent related and incest might come up. (I didnt know it was that levels of fucked in the books) i just saw a pinterest meme where it was said rather jokingly.

Anyway i finished the whole part one and two of The mortal instruments. I read it for Malec bc they were the only gay characters. I have 101 problems with this series but my most major one was Malec. So at this point in my life i was a closeted trans, (multispec) queer kid Something about reading Queer characters tell each other horrible things about bejng closted and bisexual made me hate myself more. Malec didnt not develope my internalized homophobia, it definately fueled it tho. After my birthday i got grounded (my parents found out the queer content i was engaging with. It was very traumatic. I came out to them and my dad to my face said that i am not queer, instead i am fetishizing queerness and i was engaging in perversion.)

Alot happend many times my parents tried to distance me from queer culture and media but gave up.

As 7th grade ended me and bunny reconnected (shit also happend when my mother read our chats)

Around 8th grade i cried and begged to my mother that i am not going to change and all that jazz, she didnt say anything. But she became more on gaurd, she would analyze my interactions with other girls differently (one time while riding in her scooty, i was in the back said and waved to a girl that was starting at me for some reason) my mother told my dad that shes afraid im flirting with girls AS IM ON THE SCOOTER WITH HER-

In class 8 bunny pulled some shit (i explained it in another post i think) also i finally watched the shadowhunter series show malec healed the wounds that book malec anf my parents left. I was for the most part okay i think (academic studies were my biggest problem)

In class 9 around second half of the year i joined tumblr (helped my mental health immense, finding other gay ppl) and i asked for a book from my step mother (it was a bangla book about a trans girl) my dad delivered it to me. And said that he got that i wasnt going to change (BC LORD KNOWS THEY TRIED) he told me to study well so i could go live abroad bc this country will have me dead. I agreed and took the book (i couldnt finish the book, it was too dark for me at times, i gave the book to bunny).

Bunny and my relationship is vented about in another post. I wont get it.

So my problem with cassandra clare happens for three major personal reasons, one of them i didnt even mention bc i still feel weird about it.

1. The Malec part.

2. The incest part : reading TMI made me relive that first part where i engaged with incestuous content. And just disturbed me to my core this time around EVENTHOUGH I HAD A MILD HEADS UP i didnt know the extent of its fuckery. I dont know why but it just turnt the disgust at incest meter up the roof. Like completely fucked my brain and i wasnt okay. (I was 13/14 my birthday fell in the middle)

3. The sexual assault of Aline.

(Tw: my SA)

As a child (9/10 yrs old) i was assulted in an crowded elevator, my dad was in the elevator, i didnt not see the assulters face. I just remember being sqished against the wall, with a mans hand jammed between my legs. I rember trying to flatten myself against the wall to get away from the hand but it woulnt stop. The hand was knuckles deep between my thighs. I didnt see the mans face. I dont rememeber what he looked like from the back. After we got out i told my dad. He barely reacted and said 'people are assholes'. I told my mother about it.... Earlier This year. I thought if i had told her, she wouldnt let me hang out with dad anymore. He was so nonchalant about it that i thought i was over reacting.

Reading the Aline SA scene fucked me up. It was the first time i had come across an SA scene in a book, before that it was lightly mentioned. In the Aline scene, my mind visualised the whole thing. And it nearly drove me to a panic attack. I was 13 at this point. And in the books it was never brought up again, like it was no big deal. Like it was normal. It was for shock value. And i fell for it.

And the rest of the tsc is still bad writing and i hated it. But tmi fucked right up mentally and yeah. I have other posts explaining my journey with it, under the tag auru's tsc rant. Those explain it better.

[scratchandplaster]

Hello! This is for the Ask Game for Elliot, Morris, Shepard, Ben, and Lukas

👕Appearance

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19

📦Objects

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🍽️Food and Drink

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💓Mind, Body and Soul

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Ask game

Yay, a long one. More fun facts!

👕Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Elliot: is forced to wear formal apparel for every performance he does. All fancy with a suit and tie, but he tries to make himself look casual wearing it, like a bad boy pianist to scare the squares in the audience 😌

Morris: also tries to look badass and mysterious in his leather jacket. He only got a handful of shirts and pants, though, so his options are limited.

Shepard: has to look harmless and inviting for strangers to trust him. That's why he's sporting the grandpa look right now. Luke describes it as "the poor man's Mr. Rogers".

Ben: likes for his loved one's too dress him up. He even tried Avery's outfits on (they didn't fit right) and is excited to experiment with style.

Lukas: is happy when he finds textiles that don't make him feel uncomfortable. Looks don't matter to him.

👕If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

Elliot: wants a little stylized bunny on his ankle. RIP Daisy.

Morris: Thank god he's on the run, otherwise every of his obsessions would get a place on his body. Down his arm it would just be like: X Y Z Paul Amber Elliot

Shepard: gets a tramp stamp 💔CLAIRE❤️‍🔥

Ben: wants to look cool, so he'd pick a flaming skull down his back before Lukas and Avery drag him out of the studio.

Lukas: is scared of needles. But the temporary ones are fun, especially if they have rock themed motives. And with rock, I mean stones.

📦Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Elliot: HIS DAMN NERVE CONDUCTION! Or his wrist brace, Chris' DIY version sucks.

Morris: His job. Wait, that's not an object. Does his innocence count?

Shepard: Claire got cremated in her favorite clothing. If Shepard hadn't been nearly going insane back then, he'd kept it to make a pillow case out of it or something like that. He could still hold her close.

Ben: Trunks. He gifted her to the triplets and he doesn't like to take gifts back.

Lukas: When he left, he forgot his birth certificate. He didn't think it was important, so that decision only brought problems with it.

📦What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Elliot: If his parents need it. Otherwise, he requires a pretty good reason to share. This damn only child, smh.

Morris: If he's into you: nothing. If he's not, you won't get it.

Shepard: likes to share. But what will you give in return?

Ben: Just ask nicely and give him a hug.

Lukas: NO! DON'T TOUCH HIS STUFF!

📦Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

Elliot: Pet toys that are a danger to them.

Morris: All these self-help books the algorithm always suggests to him. So weird.

Shepard: Things he can't make into money.

Ben: Placenta, I guess 😭

Lukas: The ones with weird texture. If it's wet or sticky, he doesn't want it. It's nearly impossible to make him gifts he likes, only Shepard and Ben managed to.

📦Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Elliot: can sometimes be a bit much with his bunny obsession. But he'd never be ashamed of it.

Morris: still got a blankie from his childhood somewhere hidden in his apartment. He'd never admit it, though, HE'S A MAN!

Shepard: thought about pressing Claire's ashes into a diamond. Jewelry doesn't fit his image, sadly.

Ben: always wanted to try out these...adult objects...he heard Avery talk about.

Lukas: still hopes to expand his geode collection if his budget allows it.

📦What is most important to your character when shopping?

Elliot: Smelling shampoos in the drug store.

Morris: Hiding from any cameras, so the cops won't catch his ass.

Shepard: Buying some treats for his boys.

Ben: Looking at new things.

Lukas: That it's cheap.

🍽️What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Elliot: Christmas cookies he baked with his mom.

Morris: Little Debbie snack cakes.

Shepard: His Polish nanny made him these delicious little dumplings once, but he never found them again.

Ben: The first meal Shepard ever cooked for him - chicken soup.

Lukas: The ones Dad left the spicy seasoning out of. He gave up spices long ago.

🍽️What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Elliot: Sometimes his abuelita sends over a care package with Coco Rico and other snacks.

Morris: When his ramen package comes with extra sauce.

Shepard: A glass of wine he sometimes drinks in the office. Don't tell the others, they have addicts on the property.

Ben: Pumpkin butter 😬 He's a huge fan.

Lukas: I'm gonna make it canon that Shepard makes him snacks like these

💓What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Elliot: seduced so many people with his piano skills. Also with his pets, his caring nature attracts plenty of people. For better or worse...

Morris: He tries. He really does. Maybe someone will find that cute enough to ignore the red flags some day.

Shepard: let the boys paint the entire camper's inside with acrylic paint. Generally, how he acts around children and how patient he is with them.

Ben: hugs a lot.

Lukas: cleans and properly places things where they belong. It's not really a habit, more of a compulsion.

💓What scents does your character find comforting?

Elliot: Cloves and all-spice.

Morris: Elliot's 😊 So wholesome.

Shepard: Claire's ☹️ He still got a bottle of her perfume.

Ben: Fresh rain and honey.

Lukas: Pine and lemon balm.

💓Are there scents your character dislikes?

Elliot: Hospitals.

Morris: Amber's 👁️ She's such a bitch.

Shepard: When the new residents claim they don't need to use deodorant.

Ben: Wet felting 😳 It stinks so bad.

Lukas: Animals.

[ketho484]

Chapter seven of the Actor AU!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of near death and actual death as well as gun use. Discretion is advised

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 7: The Rescue

The cast of Welcome home all had a day off today. They went to their chatroom and decided to meet at the community center to figure out their next move to help Willow. They all met at the center, Wally arriving last as he was still seething after last night. When prompted by Barnaby about his anger, Wally told them everything he learned, showing them the contents of the briefcase as proof. Needless to say, they were convinced his theory might be right.

“No wonder you go to close to her so quickly” Poppy stated as she and Howdy inspected the birth certificate

“No wonder she trusted you more than all of us combined” Howdy added

“And now that poor little kid is living with her kidnapper?” Sally asked, Wally nodding in affirmation

“And the murderer of your parents?” Frank added, earning another nod from Wally, who looked ready to kill someone

“Gee, Wally. That must’ve been really hard on you to learn this” Eddie said as he put a comforting hand on Wally’s shoulder

“…I’m going to that house tonight” Wally stated “We have the evidence we need right here. Id you guys can keep all this safe, I’ll get Willow somewhere safe and make sure the cops take him away”

“Wally, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Julie asked, worried for her friend “What if you get hurt?”

“Julie’s right” Barnaby spoke up “If you’re gonna do this, at least take someone as backup”

“Not to mention a potential witness if something goes wrong” Frank added

“Mmmm…You all make good points” Wally said as he took a breath “I-I just couldn’t sleep last night now that I know what I know”

“It’s okay, Wally” Poppy said as she wrapped a wing around his shoulders “Nobody’s judging you. We just want you to be careful”

Wally sighed and looked over at Eddie

“…Me?” Eddie pointed to himself

“You and Howdy both work jobs outside of our acting careers” Wally explained “You work at the post office in the early mornings, he works the night shift at a Whole Foods. Not only are you the most available, but thanks to your job, you’re cool under pressure and won’t freak out of something goes wrong”

“Wally has a point” Howdy said “You remember that fight that broke out in the store last time you were there. You immediately took charge and acted as a mediator to help break it up before security could do anything”

“If anything, behind that sweet attitude is a smart soldier” Frank added, making eddie blush

“Well…If you really think i’m capable, you don’t mind if I drive, do you?” Eddie asked shyly “My car is darker, so it’ll be less likely to be spotted”

“Deal” Wally smiled before turning to the others “The rest of you be on standby just in case something goes wrong in the worst possible way”

With an affirming nod, the group all went back to their homes, Eddie taking the briefcase just in case Eric tried looking through Wally’s house to get it back. Wally waited all day, practicing his painting while he did before Eddie pulled up in his simple, black Camaro. Wally got in, tablet in hand, and directed Eddie to the right house. The arguing was really bad tonight. Poor Willow was crying again as Wally pulled out his phone and called the cops.

“HCPD, how can I help you?” A lady on the other line spoke

“Hi, I’d like to report that I might’ve found the killer of the Darling couple” Wally said

“Wait, really!?” The lady spoke up “Where is he!?”

“Number 2059 West Maple Avenue”

“Damn, that’s in the suburbs. No wonder we couldn’t find this guy. Alright, a squad is-”

Before the lady could finish, a loud shot was heard inside the house, making both Eddie and Wally jump

“What was that?” The lady asked, having heard the gunshot

“…I think the guy shot a gun” Wally said worriedly

“Okay, don’t move. Help is coming” The woman said before hanging up

“We’ve gotta get Willow out of there!” Wally said as he dropped his phone and dashed for the house, Eddie following close behind

Willow screamed from inside, a scream that quickly got louder as she saw Wally and ran for him. Wally was going to pick her up, But Eric came from behind and headlocked her, picking her up and backing away as he held a gun to her temple. Behind them, Wally and Eddie could both see Jessica dead on the ground with a bullet hole in her skull. It made them sick, but also sad that the one person Willow saw as her mom, the only one in that house who tried to save her, had died to try and make that happen.

“Stay back!” Eric shouted, Willow crying out as she struggled in his hold, finding it somewhat hard to breathe, though not impossible “You bastards should’ve minded your own damn business!”

“It is our business!” Wally shouted, rage evident in his eyes “Especially since you took my sister away!”

“This brat is mine!” Eric screamed “This is how a puppet should treat it’s fucking master! And you made her disobey!”

“Please let her go” Eddie begged “She’s just a child”

“No! I’m making sure nobody will find this brat again!” Eric shouted as Willow got an idea “And you can’t stop me-AAAAAGH!!!”

At that moment, as the sirens were being heard coming closer, Willow bit down into Eric’s arm and ran towards Wally, not even thinking about catching her breath. Wally bent down and held her in his arms, but turned his body around when Eric pointed the gun and fired, Eddie, getting down to avoid the shot…

…Silence filled the air followed by a thump. Willow let out a scream as Eddie ran to place pressure on a fresh gunshot wound in Wally’s chest. The guy was struggling to breathe, his vision blurring and his hearing muffled as he heard sirens of the cops and an ambulance. The cops dragged a screaming Eric to their car while the paramedics took Wally straight to the hospital. Eddie had to stop Willow from running after him, holding her back so the medics could do their jobs. Once she stopped struggling, once the ambulance drove off, Eddie washed his hands in the house sink and took Willow to the car, driving her to his apartment. It was small, but quaint. Eddie set Willow on the couch and got her something small to eat, not wanting her tummy to be too upset after what she just went through. She didn’t eat anything. She just stared at her plate for forty-five minutes before the landline rang. Eddie picked it up.

“Hello? This is Eddie” He spoke to the other person on the line, though Willow couldn’t hear what the other person was saying “Uh-huh…Yeah, she’s safe. How’s Wally?…Yeah? Oh my gosh, thank you so much!…Yeah? Oh…Oh, I see…No, no, I’ll tell her…Yeah, I’ll deliver the news…He’s going to be okay, right?…Okay…Yeah, thank you” With that, Eddie hung up the phone and approached Willow slowly “Well…The good news is he’s stable”

“Will he be coming for me?” Willow asked, her voice quiet as she set the food tray aside

“…That’s the bad news. He’s in a coma right now, so he won’t be able to wake up for a little while” Eddie explained, pulling the little puppet into his arms “He’ll wake up, I’m sure of it, but he needs some time, okay?”

Willow hugged Eddie, fresh tears coming to her eyes as she nodded tiredly

"...Okay. I trust you..."