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lexisgrump · 1 year ago

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✨Reunion.✨ (Phillip Graves x Reader)

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They were being watched. You saw that black van several times a day driving through your street. Sometimes it was parked on the side, and while the windows were tinted you could tell someone was inside. Part of it was thanks to the training Phil had given you when- well. When your loving fiancé had still been around to care for you. Telling you he would have people come after him, that would try and hurt her to get to him. Jokes were on whoever was trying to hurt them now, since Phillip hadn’t been around for two years. Losing his life in Mexico, in a fight that he thought he could win, but ultimately didn’t. Leaving behind his fiancée and his son. Not that Phillip knew he was a father, you had learned about your pregnancy after his ashes had already been delivered to your house. The same house you had bought together on your fifth anniversary to live together and grow a family. You still sat with the urn in the evenings, telling Phil all about your day and your little one. The pregnancy hadn’t been easy, but Nathaniel had been nothing if not supportive. Nathaniel Graves- your late fiancé’s older brother. You supposed he felt guilty for his brothers’ demise, and tried caring for you the best he could.

With the birth of Phillip Junior, named after his late Father, your world took on a new priority. Some nights had been tough, and they still were. The little munchkin was old enough to toddle around now, and babble a few words to show what his needs were. Another hard pill to swallow for you was the fact that little Phillip was a carbon copy of his papa. Dirty blonde hair and the same blue eyes you had fallen in love with. And the same attitude. It made you miss the grown man even more, with the way your toddler demanded appy slices. Phillip hadn’t left a will, not that you were made aware of anyway, but his brother had left you a sizeable amount of inheritance money. It enabled you to quit your job and care for your son properly, the way the little boy needed. Phil had always wanted you to be a housewife. Provide for you, knowing he made the numbers easily for a comfortable life. You’d always denied his wish, wanted to earn your own money. One child later, and widowed while not even married and you granted Phillip his wish.

Phil’s second in command had come around to collect all files and evidence of Shadow Company 6 months after the incident. Theodore Wiscon was a scary man. 6 feet 5 inches in height, broad shoulders and a strong muscled torso. He had kind eyes, and the way they had softened even further seeing your baby bump, you couldn’t help but let Uncle Theo be a part of your son’s life. Now- Theo only came around sporadically. What, with having to run Shadow Company now in absence of your fiancé, but he made sure to spoil your little man rotten whenever he did. He’d also been kind enough to pay you a monthly allowance, assuring you it was what Phil would’ve wanted. The first thing you did when you noticed the van was text Theo about it. He’d asked you to do so, whenever you thought you were in danger. Two men of Shadow Company showed up at your door only hours later, looking at Phillip playing on living room floor. Telling them about what you had seen, the taller one of the two assured you they were going to make sure nothing would happen. He’d introduced himself as Vance. The other one stayed woefully quiet, before introducing himself as Matthews. They informed you they were just going to have a look around, to make sure there wasn’t an immediate threat.

The two men stayed around for a while, sleeping in the guest room that you had turned Phil’s old office into. It had hurt you to change the room, open up a window to air out the lingering scent of Phil’s cologne. You fed Vance and Matthews for the better part of two weeks, the two made sure to pay special attention to the little boy sitting on a big boy chair already, brabbling about all kinds of things, with some normal words mixed in between. Theo wanted to see them after those two weeks, and Vance and Matthews made sure to escort you. Matthews sat behind the wheel, while you were squished in the backseat with Phillip and Vance, the latter having a gloved hand on his weapon and watching the neighborhood as they left. The security system was live when they left, both Theo and Nathaniel had made sure to get you and Phillip the best one there was. One that send an alert out to Shadow Company so they could come and help you. They were faster than the cops most days anyway. Phillip was ecstatic to visit Uncle Theo at work, climbing all over the mountain of a man and wanting to sit in all of the armored vehicles they walked past. According to Theodore, the neighborhood was clean and there was no one suspicious around.

Vance and Matthews drove you and Phillip home a day later, the two of you having stayed the night on base of Shadow Company, if simply for the little boy to enjoy Uncle Theo’s presence. They dropped you off at the end of the street as to not rouse more suspicion from your neighbors. Phillip needed to stretch his little legs either way. Feeling eyes on you, you turned partially to the direction, only to see Miss Steward on her porch, her wrinkly hands on her banister. Are you alright, love? She called across the street, no doubt referring to the masked and armored men having stayed with you for the past two weeks. “Yes, Miss Steward. Just some friends coming for a visit. Thank you for asking.” With that you herded your son through the front door, locking the door and the place down at the same time. Security was still live, no alerts on your phone. Phillip asked for some juice before nap time, something you granted the little boy happily. Putting him down for a nap, it gave you some much needed alone time. A nap as well, and some time to scroll through your phone, looking at the various pictures of Phil. Jesus Christ, you missed your fiancé more than anything.

There was no sight of the van again. Theo installed you some security cameras as well, and both him and Nathaniel asked for access of them. Agreeing easily, knowing they wanted to keep you and Phillip safe, you were busy making snacks in the kitchen when you heard your son call out to you. Mama, just that single word had you hauling ass out the front door, watching your son having backed up onto the porch. Across the street, on a shadowy bench, sat a stranger. Dressed from head to toe in black, a black Hoodie pulled over his head, and what appeared to be a balaclava on his face. Immediately you lifted Phillip into your arms and carried him inside giving Theo a call. This time it took Vance and Matthews only thirty minutes to show up at your door. The stranger was long gone then. “I’m scared they’re a kiddy fiddler,” The term had been inherited from Phil, who had used that word instead of the official term for it. Again, Vance and Matthews combed through the neighborhood, all nice and sneaky. They didn’t find anything, and kind of looked at you like you had lost your mind. Thank the heavens for the security cameras then, because a quick scroll through the footage showed them said stranger on the bench watching Phillip.

Said footage was what got Theo to her doorstep within the hour. He ordered the two mercenaries to go have another look, and to look in every fucking nook and cranny to make sure that bastard wasn’t going to hurt his honorable nephew. You fed three grown fucking soldiers that night, glad someone enjoyed your cooking as much as they did. Phillip was a spoiled little baby, though he also enjoyed mamas cooking whenever you cooked for them. Theodore left with Vance and Matthews the following morning but left you a 9 Millimeter pistol to make sure you could defend yourself in case of an emergency. Unnecessary, seeing as Phil had left you a whole locked closet worth of weapons, but you weren’t about to disclose that information. Besides, you knew next to nothing about firearms and weren’t sure if they needed regular cleaning or oiling or whatever. Locking the gun into the lockable kitchen cabinet, just out of reach of Phillip but perfectly convenient should an intruder make his way into the place. It left you thinking about possibly renovating the house.

Currently, you stepped into a small hallway, where the coats and shoes were placed. Walking from said hallway, you stepped into the living room with a large couch you and Phil had picked together. And spent some quality time together on. Possibly making Phillip on one lonely evening, but you had never been one to deny your late fiancé a spontaneous quickie. From the living room was an open arch that led to the kitchen, with the lockable cabinet right at the door. The kitchen bled into an eating area, that was kept as clean as you could with a two-year-old menace living in the same house as you. Returning to the living room, another door led into what had been Phil’s office now turned guest room, which had led into the mudroom and the garage. A stairwell was right next to the door, which took your upstairs to the master bedroom and its own ensuite. Right across the hall was the old guest room turned Phillip’s bedroom. The urn had long moved into your bedroom, standing on Phil’s bedside table so it felt like he was still sleeping with you.

You were eating cookies at Miss Steward’s table with Phillip when the security alert flashed on your phone. The very same alert was going to Theo’s computer, knowing shadow company was going to show up soon enough to check it out. Taking a deep breath, you waited until you saw the armored vehicles pull up, to check out the premises. You could see the whole ordeal from Miss Steward’s kitchen window. The old lady was a saint, asking you if you needed a place to sleep. And if you were going to be safe. “I will be, Miss Steward. Thanks again. Just a lot of things happening at once.” It was true. A lot of things had happened recently that kept you up at night. If only Phil was here. He’d keep you and the munchkin safe. Waiting for the all clear, you were safe to return home only 15 minutes later. They hadn’t found anything, having combed through the entire home twice. Theo showed up at your door the same evening wanting to make sure you were alright. Right there, in the dim light of your dining table, you realized how lonely you were. Theodore also seemed to notice, because soon he had leaned over and pressed his lips to yours.

It felt good, at first, the first human contact in a little over two years now. Realization settled as one of Theo’s hands found their way up your sweater, and you grabbed it while looking at him pleadingly. You couldn’t do it. Your heart and body still belonged to the man that sat cremated in an urn on his bedside table. Theodore apologized and left only a few minutes later. Thankfully this wasn’t going to become an issue. Except then it did, because later at night your phone flashed with yet another security alert, a silent one, as to not alert Phillip sleeping in the other room. Slipping out of bed, and pulling on your robe, you moved downstairs as quietly as possible. The light was on in Phil’s old office. No doubt someone was trying to get information on him. Carefully unlocking the cabin in the kitchen, you grabbed the gun from its hiding place, quickly sliding back the safety. Thankfully both Phil and later Theo had taught you how to use one efficiently. Calling out to the intruder that you were armed, and were not afraid to use the gun, you received no reply. Of fucking course not. Slipping in through the ajar door, you found an empty bedroom. Checking under the bed, and the closet found it empty. The mudroom and the garage were empty as well.

Just as you were about to give Theo an update, before the Shadows showed up again, you turned to run into a chest. Before you could scream, two hands grabbed the gun from yours, surprisingly gentle, disarmed you and then pressing a warm hand over your mouth. This was it, you thought. You were going to get raped, and killed, in the safety of your own home. Tears spilled over your cheeks and the intruders hand still pressed to your mouth. Soothing shushing suddenly sounded said stranger. Opening your own eyes you were met with a wave of nostalgia. Blue grey stared back at you, albeit covered by a black hoodie. The very same one you had seen not a few days prior. Understanding flashed in those eyes, and the hand was lowered from your mouth, cupping your neck in a loving gesture. “Phil?” You croaked out. Another soft shush left the strangers covered face. You were going crazy. Absolutely fucking bonkers, considering you saw an intruder as your dead fiancé. Just how far gone were you? You weren’t even aware you needed meds, and suddenly they sounded good if you were hallucinating. In hindsight, maybe you should’ve fucked Theodore to get some sense into you. Your fiancé Phillip Graves was dead. Burned in a tank, in Mexico, after General Shepherd blackmailed him into starting a war he couldn’t have possibly won.

Standing in your guest room, in a nightie with a silk robe wrapped around your body, you watched the intruder pull the hoodie down, and the balaclava off. Maybe you were going crazy, but staring your long dead fiancé in the face, left you flabbergasted. SLAP. The sound echoed around in the guest room, and you watched Phil’s cheek color red in the shape of your handprint. One of his hands lifted up to touched the tender area, and he stared at you just as shocked. “I mourned you, asshole.” Voice trembling with anger, and sadness, tears began trickling back down over your cheeks. “I cried for you, and you were alive the whole time? How fucking dare you?” This time your voice cracked towards the end, as Phil pulled you in tightly, wrapping his arms around you while shushing you again. Pushing away, and shoving the man you had thought dead away as well, you stared at him. “Leave, now. Theo is well on his way since I didn’t respond. I will tell him to shoot you.” A car pulled into your driveway, the headlights illuminating the space. “Go,” you urged, shoving Phil once more. The hood pulled back over his face, he escaped through the backdoor, possibly how he left the last time. You were sure it had been him.

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hum-suffer · 1 year ago

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Home is an escaped convict

Savi is walking with Rati. The clouds above are turning dark suspiciously fast and Savi curses the incorrect weather news— she has her laundry drying in the goddamn backyard. She hopes it won't rain before she manages to reach home.

It's when she sees that kid Harry running that she stops short.

She doesn't know much of him, only ever knows him because he used to trail after that horrid woman— Petunia Dursley. Savi remembers the confused look the boy had when his supposed aunt insulted Savi for the first time. Before that, during their short isolated meeting, Harry had always known her as the woman who always had flowers on her.

She began seeing him less and less over the years as she was posted from place to place and only heard from the neighborhood that he was in a boarding school for some troublemaking boys. It's only three years ago that she requested a work from home documents verification work because of Nathaniel's death, in order to look after Rati.

But right now, Harry is running with Dudley in tow, the other kid almost stumbling over his steps.

They're running from something.

Her fingers go on the gun that she always carries at her waist holster and Savi pushes Rati behind her. "Close your eyes, baccha. Run as far as you can if I tell you to, okay?"

She hears her daughter's assenting whimper.

She removes the gun from the holster and undoes the safety. Harry seems to see her as she takes a firmer stance and he looks panicked even more. They're nearing her.

Her wound starts to go chill and ache at her knee. She doesn't know why but she feels dread curl up in her spine. Behind her, Rati wraps her arms around Savya's thigh and starts silently crying. The tears at the back of her trousers burn her like acid.

"Ms. Mikaelson!" Harry shouts at her frantically as he nears. He seems even more panicked. She can't see anyone behind them— he probably threw them off or they stopped persuing.

Harry stops dead mere twenty feet away and as absolutely crazy as it sounds, Savi sees something akin to a ghost hovering above the two kids. Two other entities that look identical corner the boys and Savi doesn't know what to do. It looks like a hooded rotten skeleton.

Her wound burns under the colder temperature and Savi readjusts her hold. She sends a mental prayer to Shiva and takes a deep breath.

Dudley falls down, unconscious, and Harry whips out a stick. She doesn't know what it's gonna do but she hopes he intents to stick it in the eyes of the entity, hopefully to slow it down.

Savi tries to move but her hands seen frozen. Behind her, she feels Rati's tiny fists around her pant legs.

For her, she tells herself as she sees Harry fall to his knees as well. As she struggles to move, to overcome the paralysis that has taken over her, she sees the figure lean down to Harry, still hovering in air.

The gun is loaded and with all the might she has, Savi raises her arm.

She shoots.

The entity that was hovering above Harry screams and shrieks— something that makes Savi want to kneel as well. She barely holds on, grabbing Rati's fist in her free hand.

The entity turns to ashes and crumbles, falling onto Harry and the pavement.

Harry shoots her a panicked look but lifts the fucking useless stick and waves it, probably preparing to throw it at the other one. Savi raises her hand again, the rebounding pain from the shot was normal once but Rati isn't used it now. She fights through it and gets ready to shoot again just as Harry shouts something.

She doesn't catch what he's saying but some light comes from the stick—is it some new torch?— and the whispy white light flows like a river and turns to a motherfucking stag.

The stag chases off the other two hooded entities.

Slacked jawed, Savi blinks thrice before she rushes towards Harry, mindful of her pace since Rati's hand is in hers.

"Harry!" She calls him beforehand to alert her about her proximity in case he is in shock. "Kid, you okay? Dudley?"

Harry is shaking, trembling extremely obviously all over and Savi kneels beside him instinctively. "Can you breathe with me, kid?"

She takes an obviously deep breath and continues the exercise until he starts to copy her. Meanwhile, Rati goes over to Dudley. Out of the corner of her eye, Savi sees Rati put her hand on the boy's chest— probably listening for his heartbeat. Her clever little girl.

When Harry finally stops shaking.

"Thank you, Ms. Mikaelson." He sighs shakily. He gets up and looks down at his cousin, still sweating and his t-shirt clinging to him. Rati makes a gesture that Savi recognises as 'sleep'. Harry makes a questioning noise.

"The boy is unconscious," Savi says. "Come, I'll help you two get home." Rati stomps her foot. "Apologies, I mean we will help you."

"You...you saw them." He says it almost unbelievably, sounding terrified. "You saw me doing that."

"I did. And you saw me shooting something dead. Balance tallied." She tries to brush it off as something that she won't lose sleep over because it obviously isn't even her top ten moments of horror. She can deal with hodded rotting corpses. She just hates Rati was anywhere near this.

Behind them, they hear a thud of something falling. Savi points her gun at the noise, aware that those entities may be back.

It's just Mrs. Figg.

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Savi doesn't know what's gotten into Mrs. Figg but if she doesn't stop victim blaming the fifteen year old child, Savi will sin and hit the fucking old goat.

She keeps muttering something about some dude called Dumbledore and something about someone called Mundungus. Beside her, Rati childishly giggles at the word Dung. Savi doesn't chastise her at all, busy slugging around the unconscious teen.

"You do realise that this boy is a child and you're making him slug around his cousin?" Savi interrupts her on going scardy rant,"You should be acting like an adult and taking Dudley's other side, not forcing Harry to carry half of him."

Mrs. Figg huffs. "I am in my old-age. I'm sure you will know."

"I have a bullet lodged in my kneecap." Savi deadpans and pointedly looks at the arm of the boy around her shoulders she's using to support the kid.

Mrs. Figg colours with a blush but doesn't move to elivate Harry's burden.

Bitch.

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Savi ignores the fussing and shouting of the Dursley parents and goes to leave the house with her daughter the moment she deposits their son on an arm chair but takes a look at Harry.

"I'm going to wait up till midnight," she whispers to Harry discreetly as Petunia wails about her son and her husband goes off to get water,"if your bedroom light goes on and off thrice at midnight, I'll come resuce you. Same if I don't see you at the park overmorrow."

Harry looks surprised.

"I'll come for you, kid, I promise."

Because she has a child too. And the bruise at Harry's throat isn't how any child should be treated, ever. And she thinks it absolutely matches the shape of Vernon's hand.

Harry nods jerkily, almost robotic in motion. Rati waves bye at him and he flashes her a quick smile.

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It's far before midnight. She plans to go to the Dursley's in two hours, just in case Harry needs her earlier than planned.

Rati shifts in Savi's arms and she hears a knock at the door. She grabs the gun from under her pillow and moves out of the bed as swiftly as she can, making sure to put Rati nearer to the wall so she doesn't fall.

She creeps downstairs just as there's another, more urgent and more firm knock.

"Who's it?" She asks, hand on the table near the end of the stairs which holds a knife for situations like these.

"It's Harry, Ms. Mikaelson."

It's the kid, yeah, but he sounds nervous. Savi keeps her gun out as she opens the locks on the door and pulls it open. She has it instantly trained on the man standing behind Harry.

He's tall with sandy hair, perhaps her age, and has something about his aura that makes her hand stand on her arms. He reeks of danger.

"Ms. Mikaelson, don't shoot! He's my friend!" Harry says, panicked. "He said he wants to explain to you about the dementors, please, it would be a huge help for me, ma'am!"

"Deme what now?" Savi doesn't lower her gun but she looks at Harry. "I want to help you, kid, I do. But I need to know I can trust a stranger with my privacy and my family."

The man bows his head. "If it helps, I promise that you needn't invite me beyond this hallway. I will stay in your line of sight and I do not ask you to let go of your weapon."

Savi hears a tink upstairs, the thing that she'd taught Rati to signal that she is awake. She clenchs her jaw.

"I was in the army," she says,"I will blow your brains out and know how to hide your body if I see you making some unwanted actions."

He nods, completely serious. Harry gapes at her and she regrets that she has to do this in front of a child but Rati's safety matters more.

"You don't leave my sight." She says as she opens the door wider. She spies similar sticks in both their hands and narrows her eyes. "Give your play sticks over, messers."

"Ma'am—" Harry starts to speak but the man sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. Reluctantly, Harry passes over his stick to the man, who hands them to her.

"You've got five minutes, boys."

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Remus, the sandy haired guy, had to show her that he could teleport before she trusted that they could do magic. Hearing Harry plead that her testimony would be extremely useful to plead self defence in his case of apparently performing magic without authorisation had made her melt.

Savi wishes that it wasn't the case as she walks into a grossly populated house. Harry is smothered with greetings and smiles but he doesn't stray from Savi's side. She's grateful, one hand holding Rati while other stays at Harry's elbow.

He only detaches himself from her when another man, a brunett this time, comes forward. He's got shoulder length hair and he looks lanky in a way that screams of malnourishment and Savi thinks she's seen him somewhere.

Her heart starts to beat faster in her chest as she realises just who Harry is hugging for dear life. She doesn't interrupt the moment but fingers her gun at her thigh holster.

"Harry," she says as he untangles from the beaming man,"why are you hugging an escaped convict?"

The cheerful atmosphere freezes and something hostile burns in the air. The man, she doesn't remember his name, gazes at her with piercing silver eyes. "And you would be?"

"The only goddamn adult in his life who asked him if he was alright after being attacked." She glances at the way the man has his hand on Harry's shoulder but Harry seems completely relaxed— at home, even.

"Ms. Mikaelson, he is innocent!" Harry says frantically as his eyes go to her gun. "He was framed, I swear on this. He didn't even have a trial! The real culprit is someone else, please, trust me!"

"My friend is a victim of injustice, Ms. Mikaelson." Remus says, eyes blazing,"I understand your mistrust, but please, listen to the us."

The man she doesn't remember the name of scoffs. Savi keeps looking at Harry. "You'll explain what's going to me, and I promise to listen. I trust you, kid. Give me the truth."

A woman, ginger hair and wrinkles on her face, tries to usher them all inside. She touches Rati's shoulder and Savi instantly lifts her daughter in her arms. Her hand shoots out and she keeps the woman's hand away from Rati. "I'm going to stay nearest to the bloody exit. And the next time anyone tries to touch my daughter without her express permission, ask Harry what a gun can do."

Savi backs herself nearer to the door and let's Rati hide her face in her shoulder as Harry gives a rushed account of apparently what happened when some old ass dark lord killed his parents.

Sirius, she finds the man is called, flinches at points in the story. Savi sees his hand on Harry's shoulder tighten and tremble.

"I'm sorry you lost so much." She says at last, adjusting her sleeping daughter in her arms. "And I apologise for doubting you, Harry."

By this, they're the only people in the corridor, except for a pair of twin ginger haired boys that Savi thinks are the audacious woman's sons. "It's alright," Harry says bitterly,"At least you trust my word for it."

"Now that that's cleared with," Sirius says, eyes glinting,"who are you?"

"Ex-Sergeant Savya Mikaelson." She answers, shifting her jaw as if it could throw out the harsher accent she adopts during army business. "I live in Privet Drive, I've seen Harry around since he was a kid. Don't see him around much now— probably due to that school of witchiness."

"Magic." Remus corrects.

Savi waves him off.

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Rati briefly wakes up when Harry shouts at his friends about abandoning him after he witness his arch nemisis kill his friend.

The only defense they have is that someone, that fucking Dumbledore guy Figg was talking about, told them not to. It's during their weak defense that Rati wakes up and shifts, probably wanting to be put down.

Savya sets her down on her lap. "And what does my sweetheart want?"

Rati shows her throat and rubs it, a sign she copied off Nathaniel. Savi drops a kiss to her forehead and asks a newly dubbed Tonks to get her a glass of water.

She's only thankful that Rati has school off for the summer. Such interrupted sleep will make her cranky and irritated tomorrow (or is it today?). While Savi helps Rati drink some water, she hears more people enter the kitchen.

She spots Harry being ushered by the previous woman, Mrs. Weasley, and she waves him near.

Rati gives him an excited wave and grins at him. Harry chuckles back but Savi knows it's strained at best. He's tired and angry and probably drained, that poor boy.

"I hate to ask this of you, kiddo," she says, completely ignoring how Sirius and Remus immediately turn to keep track of Harry. "But can you look after Rati for sometime while I gather some more information over your situation? If you don't understand what she's trying to say, give her a pen and a paper, she will write it down."

Rati, that absolute clown, mimics writing something on the table. Savi recognises it as the Hindi word for 'tired'. She chuckles and kisses her head again. Rati sticks her tongue out at Savi. Harry laughs, freer now, and nods.

Rati readily hops down from Savi's lap and latches onto Harry's outstretched hand. Savi stops them with a hand on Harry's elbow. "No one but you touches her, okay?" Harry looks hesitant for a moment and she fully considers taking her daughter away but he nods and then nods again more firmly, pulling Rati closer.

She gives him a nod back and watches as he talks to her quietly as they walk, ignoring his friends altogether.

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hawkepockets · 11 months ago

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thoughts/headcanons abt dao party body types…

morrigan is skinny, gangly, tough, and rangy from life in the wilds. she has sharp shoulders, stick-out shoulderblades, pointy joints, knobby long-fingered hands, a flat chest. she could be built like a ballerina, except that she doesn’t practice flexibility or grace. which makes her obviously graceless and brittle. the same height as alistair, annoyingly.

alistair is a big-boned, broad-shouldered, strong young man, inclined to beefiness, pudge, and nice boobs… except that he’s always been underfed and has now contracted the taint, so his strength is kind of wasting and drooping on his frame. a sad little belly… slightly pointed ears, just enough to mark him as a shifty character to the eye of a suspicious bigot, without being definitely elvhen.

leliana is plush, pear-shaped, and curvy with big (deadly) thighs and a heart shaped face. her arms have unexpected wiry strength, and her hands are hard. she loses a lot of her healthy fat & rosiness between dao & dai, becoming more rumpled, spindly and birdlike. SAD.

zevran is a beautiful, cat-footed rogue who can charm the rich and classy, so he’s fat and deceptively soft, apple shaped with dainty hands and feet and very strong calves from jumping and climbing. he moves very quietly and springily. medium height for an elf, short king by human standards. long, elegant ears.

wynne is a classroom skeleton. wynne is a folded up ironing board in circle robes. wynne is a murphy bed. wynne is a coffin lid. wynne is taller and more imposing than you expected from a distance. extremely straight, stern posture and big hands that she’s taken good care of. nothing about her bowed or crabbed by age. even her wrinkles are straight lines.

oghren has a beer belly and broad, hairy hands, but by dwarven standards he’s kind of small and slender.

melantho is tiny, much smaller than any of the humans, but to call her “lithe” or “willowy” because she’s an elf would be a joke. her sister is lithe and willowy. mela is a compact, unyielding mass of gristle and bone. no ass, no tits. the taint was already taking hold of her on the road to ostagar, and though its grip on her loosened with the joining she bears its marks—sunken eyes, clawed fingers and toes, blackened extremities, a fevered metabolism that melts away any remaining baby fat and keeps her cranky and cold, a slinking step, sensitivity to light. big, kitten-like ears.

sten is stacked like a sumo wrestler. best tits in the party, easily.

matsendra is bigger than mela but still pretty short with a fat, rounded hourglass figure. like zevran, he has a well-fed, satisfied, domesticated look, but unlike zev he’s not prepared for any chases or parkour. he is genuinely as used to soft living as he looks. with time away from the circle he firms up and gains a subtle, intimidating glow of strength and control, but never gets slimmer. for an elf he has smaller, rounder ears—one torn half off by the demon torpor—and unusually thick facial & body hair.

loghain is actually built very, very similarly to alistair, in a more advanced stage—a big frame that should be filled out, but miserable, ascetic living has stooped his shoulders and hollowed his gut, making him look older than he is.

velanna is an inverted triangle, a corn chip, a captain america. big shoulders, trim waist, tight butt. very disciplined. when she slouches in annoyance it’s artful, poised, and a little hard to believe.

nathaniel looks like a line cook. clammy, jittery, skinny, ugly defined abs, diet of mostly smoke. much much too tall. too tall by far. hunched, self-conscious body language. has erratic bursts of strength in which he can toss oghren like a sack of flour.

sigrun is a full and sexy hourglass!! but she’s all the way down there and wearing legion armor, so you don’t even know. you don’t even get to know how perfect she is.

justice is dead, and squishes like rotten fruit if you touch him. very big, looks as tall as nathaniel but that’s because nate has bad posture. actually slightly shorter. twice as wide.

anders is spare and kind of attenuated, like he’s been spread thin by stress, with an unusually long, slender torso, long arms, and short legs. his hands & feet are a little too big for his limbs, like a stray cat used to fighting, but his touch—whether healing, hurting, or grasping in passion—is gentle, firm, and clinical.

shale is shale.

and most of them are trans.

…………… TO ME❗️

#edit: fixed typos & elaborated on anders #dao #dragon age #oc: melantho #oc: max

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artzychic27 · 1 year ago

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Nathaniel singing I Won't Say I'm In Love, accompanied by Jean and the Austin Choir.

Nathaniel: If there's a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I've already won that

No one is worth the aggravation…

That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'

He's the Earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

Boy, ya can't conceal it

We know how ya feel and

Who you're thinking of

Nathaniel: No chance, no way

I won't say it, no, no

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it, uh-oh

Nathaniel: It's too cliche

I won't say I'm in love

I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

My head is screaming “Get a grip, kid!”

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: Oh

You keep on denying

Who you are and how you're feeling

Baby, we're not buying

Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

Face it like a grown-up

When ya gonna own up

That ya got, got, got it bad

Nathaniel: No chance, now way

I won't say it, no, no

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: Give up, give in

Jean: Check the grin you're in love

Nathaniel: This scene won't play,

I won't say I'm in love

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: You're doin flips read our lips

You're in love

Nathaniel: You're way off base

I won't say it

Get off my case

I won't say it

Austin A/B/Q/T/Jean: Hey, don't be proud

It's O.K. you're in love

Nathaniel: Oh

At least out loud,

I won't say I'm in love

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #marc x nathaniel #the austins #jean duparc

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miss-wanna-draw96 · 9 months ago

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The Beginning of a Cursed Fate: Chpt 3

- Chapter 2: Full-Course Identity! -

[Warning, this chapter will include: -Eating disorders -Kidnapping -Experiments -Body dysmorphia

Proceed with caution]

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Paige took her wallet out from her coat pocket and glanced over at Evan, who was still busy drinking their tea. They seemed to have healed since then, and they have shown that they trusted Paige. Though, she didn't understand why fully. Maybe, she wondered, it was because she took responsibility for her actions and allowed Evan to stay, even though they're technically a criminal. She slipped on her boots, and her jacket, covering her "misshapen" body.

She hated how she looked, especially since she was bullied for being overweight when she was younger, a mere high schooler. Paige could still hear the taunts and insults thrown at her to this day, those words strangling her and killing off every good thought she had of herself.

Wanting to be beautiful, perfect, she tried out many diets and one specific one was about starving herself just so she could be just like everyone else around her. Skinny and gorgeous. It didn't work. So instead, she turned to dull the by overeating, causing her to gain unwanted weight at an unhealthy rate. She had done this for so long that she landed herself in the hospital. Did her parents care? Of course they did! She was their little girl, and to see her harm herself like this made them devastated. Her brother was a known people pleaser, and he had even tried to stand up for her sister against the bullying she had to endure. He was locked away in his room for engaging in a fight to protect his sister, and his still couldn't understand why. He saved Paige, so why was he punished?

She eventually gave up in 10th grade and let the world do its thing, whether it be making her harm herself from starving or allowing her to be a bit heavier than other adults. She just didn't care anymore. At least the college kids were accepting of her, some even having the same problem as her. Others in the same boat as her. She wasn't alone anymore.

She felt a tap on the back of her head, snapping her out of her rotten thoughts. With a jolt, she looked back behind her and saw Evan grin at her, clueless.

"Shall we leave your dormitory now?" Evan asked, carefully setting Paige's cup into the sink with a soft click.

Paige nodded, not speaking to them as she sighed. She'll take a trip down memory lane later, right now, her brother needs her. She opened the door to her dorm and stopped in her tracks when she saw Umeko, a foreign exchange student from Japan, holding a small decorated basket in her hand. Without saying a word, she sat the small basket into Evan's hand. She took a small bow and stepped back, allowing the pair to move past her. Evan shut the door to Paige's dorm.

Paige stuttered out, "O-Oh, um, thank you Umeko. I'll take a look at the gift basket after I finish picking my brother up." She finished, making Umeko smile at her. The smaller adult knew that she meant it and afterwards, she turned around to her own dormitory and entered it, softly closing the door.

"Umeko. A name gifted to those who remind the mothers of plum blossoms, correct?" Evan spoke up, looking at the basket with great curiosity. "And it is not of this country, but it is still a nice name. Like yours." Again, she stopped in her tracks with surprise in her eyes.

Paige only said, "Thanks." And soon, she was on her way to get Nathaniel out of Hell, Evan followed after her while they still held the basket in their arms. Her mind dwelled on the image of Umeko, a polite lady whom she barely knew. Her features were soft and round, her height short but she looked fit at the same time. And always, she wore a bunny hairpin in her hair, never taking it out unless Umeko fixed the position of her peach colored hair. She was everything Paige wanted to be more.

It didn't take long to find her car, the copper colored car with a dent in the side. The pair stepped towards her car, and unlocked it. Evan didn't seem to understand how she did that and yet, she found it funny.

She got into her car and opened the backseat from behind her, then said to Evan, "Alright, get in. We don't have much time left."

Cautiously, they got in, dumbfounded by her car and its mechanics. They carefully shut the door, a slam had alerted her that they were ready. In a moment, she buckled herself in and Evan copied her, even went as far as to tighten the belt.

"Shall we make haste and fetch your kin?" The slim and tall genderless person asked, their words confusing Paige ever so slightly.

"Yeah, let's go." She took a look in the rear view mirror and saw a couple walking past her car. Now that they had left, she started her car and pulled out of the parking lot, still looking around for campus students. She didn't see anymore. Perfect.

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It sat there in the dark upon a sheeted bed, a pillow between its arms. It had stopped crying a while ago when it had arrived at this place. It didn't even know where it was, but it didn't like it. It scooted itself against the wall when it heard the loud banging and scraping against the floor, a metal door against the cold cement floor. A flesh husk dressed in white with rings around her eyes stepped towards the shadow, it cried upon contact. She took her hand off of its shoulder and began to pace back and forth in front of the young mist of darkness. She was trying to formulate a plan, it could see how she delved deep into her thoughts, a vein starting to poke out of her skull. At once, she stopped and called out for other flesh husks to join her. Three more, dressed in blue suits covered with heavy armor and wielding weapons, entered the room. It held onto the pillow tighter, watching and waiting like a poor dog ready to be punished by its owners.

Was this it's fate? To be trapped with the abominations who took it away? It appeared so as the husks with weapons took a hold of the child. Its voice cried out again.

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Dr. Simon had entered the containment cell of the dark creature, watching her with its beady white eyes. She took steps towards it and gently brushed her hand against it's shoulder, but it cried out in pain so she drew her hand back.

'How odd.' She thought as she began to ponder. Did it hurt when she touched it? It didn't matter, she needed to relocate the beast within ten minutes before it was incinerated by bullets. The doctor didn't want that to happen to it; she thought of several ideas and they all pointed to the direction of its death. After a few more seconds of pacing, she thought of an idea to not only save its life but also benefit humanity.

"Reaper, Tank and Tommy! Get your asses in here at once." She ordered harshly, watching as they flooded into the room. "Take the child and transfer it to the upper levels, room 22-6B. When you're done, alert Dr. Harley to meet me in its room at exactly 18: 00 hours. Do it quickly now before I lose my temper." The doctor crossed her arms over her chest as she stared through her thick rimmed glasses, the soldiers took the child by the arms pulling it up from the bed with great force. A shrieking cry was let out from the child but the four adults ignored its pleas, its agony induced heartbreak from separating it from its cursed kin. The monsters that tarnished the world and everything in its godly light, had turned everything with its path into bleak and dark realm of misery and nothingness. And now that she had a bit of the darkness within her lab, she would do everything in her power to destroy it from the inside out, molding it into something that would make the rest of humanity proud of her work as head scientist.

She saw the three tear the disgusting creature out of the room, a grim smile on her face as she noticed tears running down its face. How glorious. It would understand the true meaning of why humans are the strongest to walk and control this earth, why they were basked in the light of gods that could eliminate its wretched kin.

Dr. Simon followed after them. Today would be the start of something revolutionary, something beyond science and technology. She only needed to get the higher ups word to perform the implements and changes.

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Nathaniel chewed gum to pass the time, on the verge of dozing off in the warm sun. He had waited for forty minutes for his sister to arrive but he remained cool headed. He was tempted to go back and apologize to his parents, the urge tugging on his heart harder and harder. The boy was stronger than this, he believed, so he casted those ideas out of his mind.

He spat the wad of gum out into a nearby trash can, its dull flavor still lingering on his tongue. At least it had tasted good and provided him comfort.

He didn't even notice his sister pull into the small parking lot. The only thing that dragged him out of hus momentarily emptiness was a loud honk that was played twice. He whipped his head to face his sister, who was waving her hand out of her window. Nathaniel had instantly rushed over to her, being mindful of the loose rocks scattered around.

The boy halted when he reached her window. "Hey sis." He greeted her.

"Hey dude. I see that you're doing better now that you have quit?"

He dipped his head. "You have no idea." From the backseat, Evan waved their hand towards Nathaniel and not wanting to be rude, he waved his hand back. "Is that...?" He trailed off and his sister picked up his thought and finished it.

"Yup, this is Evan. Evan bud, this is my brother Nathaniel." She introduced the two to each other. Nathaniel had remembered a key detail about them: the fact that they were Nonbinary.

"Salutations." The Nonbinary and gentle person greeted, their voice calm like the waves upon the ocean and pleasant like falling raindrops in the night with a quiet thunderstorm in the background. It made Nathaniel feel better around them to hear a comforting voice after his interaction with his parents.

"You as well, Evan."

"Ah, you presented me with a kinder reaction than your kin did." Evan explained, making Paige chuckle to herself.

"Really? How?" Nathaniel questioned, his hand on his hip.

"Okay, when I first saw 'em, I swear that I thought I felt my soul leave my body. I didn't expect them to suddenly show up but hey, at least I have company while Maxwell is away at work."

"Oh shit, the dude finally landed a decent job?"

"Yup. Got a position at the the daycare he badly wanted to join."

Nathaniel nodded his head in approval. "He's growing up so quickly, I'm so proud of him."

"I am as well."

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[A/N: Name of chapter comes from the song 'Appetite of a People Pleaser' by GHOST/Ghost and Pals.

Not much to say about this chapter tbh. If the chapter makes you uncomfortable then I'm sorry. I hope you do like it and the small sneak peek into Evan's past.

That's all for now. Also, thank you@/theinsaneartist for being cool and liking my story so far, you rock.]

Word count: 1998 words

#original characters #original story #cursed fate new beginning #cursed fate nathaniel #cursed fate paige #cursed fate evan #cursed fate dr simon #tw eating disorders #love ya <3

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dr-nero-is-god · 2 years ago

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all three of the neros for the ask game :))

THANK YOU but knowing that you are a fellow nero appreciator I feel we are simply 🤝 on this matter

nathaniel nero

one aspect about them i love

I love how suave he is. If we were doing a live action film, some type of Jeff Goldblum or Robert Di Niro (lol) BUT ACTUALLY I JUST CHANGED MY MIND BECAUSE actually I would cast TIM CURRY and he would be a BEAUTIFUL HORNY GRANDPA and we would all be 10% more gay after encountering him.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

He is both charming and insufferable in equal parts. I had a grandfather who was much like him, to be honest (or perhaps it is just a quality of beloved old men). But I think there is something enneagram-4-ish in Nathaniel that is that he spends so much time individuating from everyone else and getting wrapped up in being The Architect that results in something more depressing and self-isolating than he might be willing to admit out loud.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

out of everyone in the series, nathaniel has had the most sex! this is partially because of his age. this is also because he is a whore.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

Obviously it's Max. I love how much they do NOT get along. Obsessed with them both.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Laura. No explanation just vibes!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

I 100% believe that Nathaniel has had other children and grandchildren by random women who he is no longer in touch with. And he can't tell Max because he will a) get yelled at and b) potentially have to get in contact with those people to assuage Max's Attitude About the Situation. So the two or three secret families he has created over the years have an absent father and they resent him for perfectly ordinary reasons, never knowing that their absent father is kind of a big shot.

maximilian nero

one aspect about them i love

He's my best friend, he's my pal, he's my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy. What's not to love?

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

He would kill the person he loves most in the world. He wants to save everyone, and will try, and when he can't, he will kill them, because that's the person he has to be, because no one else can be.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

It's pretty much my headcanon that he's secretly nice which more or less influences all my writing about him. Is it correct? Nah. But that's okay. :)

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

mmm! raven. lol.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Diabolus!!! nero darkdoom prequel WHEN

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

He and the Contessa would go on holiday together before the enemy times and would like go to wine tastings and museums and things and would get dreadfully bored with one another and yet SOMEHOW they never actually stopped doing it.

raven

one aspect about them i love

I love how much is unspoken in her character. She never says she loves Nero because she doesn't need to. She never needs to say that she's loyal to Otto, or to Diabolus, or to anyone, because she doesn't need to. She doesn't need words to be the woman she is which is frankly insane in a book which is, as you may know, primarily consisting OF words.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Raven is truly the H.I.V.E. Barbie. This is all to our universal benefit.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

She has a dark sense of humor and she's a little rude and she doesn't often make a good first impression. She accepted this when she was not a teenager anymore.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

Diabolus!!!!! THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS OKAY

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

SHELBY. WHERE HAS ALL THE FEMINISM GONE AND WHY CAN'T THESE TWO HAVE ANY

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Raven is really quite fond of playing jackbox games with the c4. Party games completely blow her mind and she especially likes Tee KO because to her it is the most insane thing that children play with and she never got to.

#nathaniel #nathaniel nero #raven #the architect #max nero #bloodline #book 9 #bloodline spoilers #hive spoilers

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denimbex1986 · 10 months ago

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'Is actor Andrew Scott being profiled for being too gay?

Two recent news reports suggest this may be the case. In the first, the reason why he was snubbed by the Oscars and BAFTAs for his performance in "All of Us Strangers" was expressed by writer/director Russell T. Davies ("It's a Sin," the original "Queer as Folk").

Scott, the Irish actor who came out in 2013, broke into the mainstream in 2019 with his ongoing role as the hunky priest on the second season of "Fleabag." When "All of Us Strangers" was released in December, many thought Scott was shoe-in for Best Actor nominations from the Academy Awards and the BAFTAs, especially after receiving a Golden Globe nod.

Was Andrew Scott Just Playing His Gay Self?

Davies claims the reason why Scott was snubbed is that "when a gay man plays a gay man, he's not considered to be acting..." Adding, "I genuinely think that happened there, that people thought, 'Oh, it's very good, but he's not acting there. He's not reaching; he was just being himself.'"

He also said Scott's turn in the movie was "a world-class performance [that] was massively underrated because he's gay and very publicly and visibly gay."

Davies was speaking at National Student Pride on Saturday (24 February), on a panel on queer representation in media moderated by Attitude editor-in-chief Cliff Joannou...

"I very publicly and loudly proclaim that gay actors should play gay roles," he further pointed out, adding, "What I'm trying to do is shift it slightly so that more queer people are seen for queer roles"

Davies was joined on the panel by "It's a Sin" actor Nathaniel Curtis, "Everything Now" star Noah Thomas, "Shadow and Bone "actor Jack Wolfe and "Heartstopper" actress Bel Priestley.

Was Scott Gay-Baited by BBC Reporter?

The BBC sort-of apologized for an apparent gaffe by their reporter Colin Paterson when speaking with out actor Andrew Scott on the Red Carpet for the BAFTA Awards on February 18, reports The Independent.

"The red carpet interview in question quickly went viral as viewers criticized the BBC's Colin Paterson for repeatedly asking Scott about Barry Keoghan's nude scene in Emerald Fennell's film, 'Saltburn'," the British newspaper writes.

Scott was at the event to present an award, as well as to support the nominated film "All of Us Strangers," which had been nominated for six awards, including Outstanding British Film, Best Casting, Best Director and Screenplay (Andrew Haigh), Best Supporting Actress (Claire Foy), and Best Supporting Actor (Paul Mescal).

Missing amongst the nominees was Scott, who plays a lonely British gay man who revisits his childhood home to find his parents, long dead, alive and younger than he is. At the same time he begins a relationship with a man in his building (Mescal).

While the film holds a 96% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, none of its nominees won at the BAFTAS, nor did the film receive any Oscar nominations.

Much of the criticism of Paterson came with his focusing on a controversial scene in "Saltburn," Emerald Fennell's dark, satiric comedy that was also up for a number of BAFTAs, in questioning Scott.

"Instead of asking about the critically acclaimed queer drama, Paterson opted to focus on asking Scott his thoughts on Keoghan's penis," writes The Hollywood Reporter. "In the now-viral clip, the correspondent said, 'Do you know Barry well?' Scott, who seemingly didn't know the direction that the conversation was heading in, beamed, 'Yes! I know Barry, yeah!"'

Paterson continued: "OK, your reaction when you first saw the naked dance scene at the end of 'Saltburn?'" Scott responded with uncomfortable laugh: "It's great, it's great. I won't spoil it for anybody." Not picking up the clues from Scott, Patterson battered on: "There was a lot of talk about prosthetics. How well do you know him?"

Smiling, Scott waved Paterson off and walked away. "Too much?" Patterson asked.

On Saturday, six days after the report went viral with much criticism of Paterson, the BBC published the following comment:

"Our reporter began by asking Andrew Scott about the film he'd appeared in – "All of Us Strangers" – which was nominated for six Baftas. He then moved on to ask about the popularity of Irish actors where Barry Keoghan, star of 'Saltburn,' was mentioned.

"'Saltburn' is a film which has had cultural impact, with Barry Keoghan's scene at the end gaining a lot of attention in particular – something the actor has addressed himself. Our question to Andrew Scott was meant to be a light hearted reflection of the discussion around the scene and was not intended to cause offense. 'Saltburn' writer and director, Emerald Fennell, and Sophie Ellis-Bextor, whose song 'Murder on the Dancefloor' was used in the sequence, were also asked about the scene.

"We do, however, accept that the specific question asked to Andrew Scott was misjudged. After speaking with Andrew on the carpet, our reporter acknowledged on air that his questioning may have gone too far and that he was sorry if this was the case."'

#BAFTAs #All of Us Strangers #Andrew Scott #Saltburn #Barry Keoghan #Golden Globes #Oscars #Russell T. Davies #Murder on the Dancefloor #Sophie Ellis-Bextor #Emerald Fennell #It's A Sin #Queer As Folk #Fleabag #Hot Priest

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hauntedfalcon · 1 year ago

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(MORE candela dark materials stuff)

draven kingsley's daemon is (was) an argentine black and white tegu. the aesthetics of it are too perfect otherwise. also: What Happens To Daemons Exposed To Bleed... the shapeshifting creatures impersonate people, and surely to do that successfully in this setting they would need to mimic daemons - or maybe the lack of one would be a sign that someone's been replaced?

also. auntie bee and her daemon The Most Stubborn And Judgemental Goat To Ever Exist. this goat has caught sean and marion getting into trouble as children So Many Times and has Never Even Once cut them any slack about it. they can't reminisce about their childhoods for two minutes without The Goat going "hey remember when you got yourself concussed because you did some stupid shit and then Did Not Learn Your Lesson?" it 100% also pretends to just be regular goat sometimes, in much the same way that bee plays up her "just a frail old lady nothing to see here" thing when she's Up To Mischief. everyone is a little bit terrified of this very powerful goat.

also... the implication that, potentially, jinnah's dad was the one to sever jean and marion's daemons? because there was something Wrong with their daemons maybe?? (that maybe their daemons "died" but they themselves didn't, and they were stuck bound to this corpse that wouldn't fade away until it had to be severed from them like a rotten limb??) or that it happened somehow without anyone actively doing it - marion waking up from sleepwalking at the age of seven, suddenly unable to find his daemon anywhere?? (he wanted to be normal so bad, would that manifest as attempts to hide that he doesn't have a daemon? feeding stray animals, trying to coax them close to him so that if someone were to glance over they'd assume he still had his soul? jean looking at those display cases of pinned beetles and arachnids and Feeling about it??)

for some reason I'm picturing nathaniel's dad as having a straight-up horse daemon and I can't put it out of my mind. A Full Very Big Horse that you cannot move more than like ten feet away from at any given time. you go into a room and see a well-dressed man and A Horse. and the horse is a right bastard, too. terrible company.

for sean's mum, I'm imagining a fox, and I don't know why. something something foxes are clever city-dwelling animals that hide in burrows and are hunted down by dogs??

anyway; I know Almost Nothing about his dark materials, certainly not enough to actually write anything myself, but oh boy the brainwheels are a-turnin' about how fucked up this au could potentially get

oooohoohoo my god hell yes. what if the bleed creatures manifest fake daemons as just like. a growth or a tendril forming that shape beside them. horrifying. especially horrifying in a world where everyone is used to daemons because they would gradually get the creeping sensation that no matter how realistic they seem, there’s no soul in there

have you listened to the Worlds Beyond Number children’s campaign? because Bee’s goat is giving big Taro vibes and I’m here for it

absolutely HATE the idea of seven year old kids carrying around their dying or dead daemons, you genius, that’s so devastating. Marion with a canary in his hands that keeps fluttering and turning into a yellow butterfly and back but can’t. work up the strength to fly. I believe in you, make this AU even more fucked up than that, I dare you

#Candela Obscura SPOILERS tangentially for ts #His Dark Materials for ts #but for real The Golden Compass is a great book and the plot would actually mesh so well in the Candela setting so I do recommend it!

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mythvoiced · 1 year ago

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“there’s something wrong with me.” - nathaniel

@astremourante | more random dialogue prompts | ♥

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Nathaniel's nodding is almost comical: raised eyebrows, deep head bend, high head rise. Honestly, the nod seems to say, took you long enough to reach this conclusion.

Listening to Nathaniel's Handhabung of Amelia Stella Sinclair, the conclusion 'he must loathe her' wouldn't be too far a jump to make, land on your feet, stretch your arms out, and win an Olympic medal.

But Nathaniel simply doesn't have it in him to loathe anyone other than his celestial parent, and even that loathing is childish and petulant and misled, perhaps his only point of redemption, just how terribly human he is, and how terribly human his acting out here is, because isn't that what he's doing?

Torturing a woman because he's acting out?

Do you see, mother? Do you see, father? I destroy your playthings by reminding them how terrible they are, do you see how terrible they are? Do you see me?

But mother-father has dealt with a son like that before, father-mother doesn't seem to care enough.

Nathaniel doesn't even get a Hell to reign over against his will.

So, Amelia it is.

He swirls around her like a wasp the size of a hand, a sting just as effective to the most immune of people, fatal as it would be to someone allergic to the mere sight of him.

She's so sensitive, according to his standards at least. Or maybe he says 'sensitive' when he means 'soft'. She bends to his abuse with a willingness that makes him wonder if he isn't just vocalizing and pushing her to verbalize what she already feels, what she already hears thrown at her somewhere within her.

It's... it's no fun.

Nathaniel doesn't even do this for fun, so, shouldn't it be at least... somewhat rewarding?

She crumbles. She's so strong. What's going on?

He approaches her, stops before her, leans in as if trying to rip her nerves out from the pores of the skin of her face, drag her flesh out from the spots of her freckles, and is just planning out how to go about it, where to start.

"Wanna know the worst part?" he says quietly, almost dangerously so in the space between them, "you're right... but also wrong. You're not even inherently bad. Whatever's wrong with you was caused by someone else. Do you know how annoying that is?"

#astremourante #the rotten;nathaniel #;answered #the angel of pain and violence and her guardian tormentor;amelia & nathaniel #HOW DOES THAT TAG SOUND~ ♥#parallels between Nathaniel & Hermes sort of 'floating' and vibing around Amelia but with VASTLY different intentions #sorry for the German Word Jumpscare™ but i? idk the english equivalents just don't give off the same vibe the GER does =.=#;queue

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mortemoppetere · 2 years ago

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NO DEVIL // AN EMILIO CORTEZ PLAYLIST

track list under the cut !!

devil like me // rainbow kitten surprise

seven nation army // the white stripes

arsonist’s lullaby // hozier

novocaine // the unlikely candidates

what sarah said // death cab for cutie

david // noah gunderson

immigrants (we get the job done) // K’NAAN, snow tha product, riz ahmed, residente

blood on my name // the brothers bright

seven devils // florence + the machine

i’m gonna do my thing // royal deluxe

the saine of lost causes // justin townes earle

drop for every hour // amigo the devil

god’s gonna cut you down // johnny cash

the punisher main title // tyler bates

the hunter // adam jensen

little lion man // mumford and sons

just add water // cavetown

a burning hill // mitski

better ways to fry a fish // amigo the devil

sinners // barns courtney

tribulation // matt maeson

sidelines // phoebe bridgers

bury me face down // grandson

how villains are made // madalen duke

there’s nothing left for you // mitski

fire in the sky // the ghost of paul revere

punisher // phoebe bridgers

barton hollow // the civil wars

when my time comes // dawes

the curse of the blackened eye // orville peck

it’s ok i wouldn’t remember me either // crywank

you should’ve seen the other guy // nathaniel radcliffe

breathe me in // jared & the mill

ledges // noah gunderson

will of the scribes // darren korb

wander. wonder. // the arcadian wild

false confidence // noah kahan

heavy // birdtalker

oh death // noah gunderson

still learning // halsey

things that hide away // the dear hunter

damn these vampires // the mountain goats

hell’s comin’ with me // poor mans poison

a sadness runs through him // the hoosiers

old number seven // the devil makes three

short change hero // the heavy

northern attitude // noah kahan

no devil // san fermin

how (feat. brandi carlile) // marcus mumford

elizabeth // the airborne toxic event

kill a man // james and the shame

fairly local // twenty one pilots

to hurry things along // goodnight, texas

anti-hero (country version) // josiah and the bonnevilles

that funny feeling // phoebe bridgers

through me (the flood) // hozier

some rotten man // the taxpayers

#( a song he once heard // playlist )#( a river of stones // inspiration )#wickedsinspo

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thoughtfulfangirling · 2 years ago

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Man’s own youth is the world’s youth; at least, he feels as if it were, and imagines that the earth’s granite substance is something not yet hardened, and which he can mould into whatever shape he likes. So it was with Holgrave. He could talk sagely about the world’s old age, but never actually believed what he said; he was a young man still, and therefore looked upon the world—that graybearded and wrinkled profligate, decrepit, without being venerable—as a tender stripling, capable of being improved into all that it ought to be, but scarcely yet had shown the remotest promise of becoming. He had that sense, or inward prophecy, —which a young man had better never have been born than not to have, and a mature man had better die at once than utterly to relinquish,—that we are not doomed to creep on forever in the old bad way, but that, this very now, there are the harbingers abroad of a golden era, to be accomplished in his own lifetime.

It seemed to Holgrave, as doubtless it seemed to the hopeful of every century since the epoch of Adam's grandchildren, that in this age more than ever before, the moss grown and rotten past is to be torn down and lifeless institutions to be thrust out of the way, and their dead corpses buried, and everything to begin anew.

As to the main point, may we never live to doubt it — as to the better centuries coming — the artist was surely right. His error lay in supposing that this age, more than any past or future one, is destined to see the tattered garments of antiquity exchanged for a new suit, instead of gradually renewing themselves by patchwork.

— The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne

#tf reads #quotes #the house of the seven gables #nathaniel hawthorne #doc's book club #la de da #books #2023 reads

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selfmenticide · 2 months ago

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unsent texts {surprise me} (cameraxshy) round two

niel is finding he has a problem STARTING conversations with those he worked with , so honestly , the first message that went unsent to jack was REALLY simple . he recalls meeting him for the first time when he was working on the night shift , popping in stating that he was here to do maintenance and remembers finding his number on the employee book in the back . the guard had just taken it just in case there were issues on the job needing his hands :

[ TEXT ⤍ jack from work ] hey man , it's that new nightguard , sorry for the random text . just wanted you to know i got your number from the employee info book , sorry if that was weird i just wanted it in case something happened . name is nathaniel , or niel . hope your day is going good .

the next time a message went unsent was during the moments leading up to the incident at freddy's . nate remembers finding that rotten animatronic and thinking of reaching out to jack , but his message was never sent out :

[ TEXT ⤍ jack from work ] hey jack , so . . . might be like totally bad news or maybe news you . . . already know ? i dont know but there's a gross ass rabbit animatronic in the pizzeria ? not bonnie though , way fucking grosser , but the thing still seems to work ? i dont know , i was wondering if you would be willing to swing by and check the thing out ?

niel remembers the last text he didn't send after the incident ( after he went on the run ) , it is still sitting in his drafts staring back at him as if beckoning for him to hit send . nate can't even look at his messages sometimes with the guilt that eats at him seeing the last words he never said :

[ TEXT ⤍ jack ] jack , i'm sorry i haven't kept touch with you , man . i'm trying to get better about it and i'm trying to text you and mark , but dude . . . shit is getting really bad with me right now . i've just been trying to keep my distance from everything , from everyone , at least until i can get my shit together . right now i just feel so fucking angry , the weight of everything is just starting to get to me . i wanna touch base with you guys again , but i honestly don't trust myself right now .

@cameraxshy

#🔦 / nathaniel .#🐰 / ques .#long post #cameraxshy

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artzychic27 · 1 year ago

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A little something for the Monster High au, because… True Monster High is honestly a bop for me

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

“Hey, guys,” Nathaniel greets as his wings take him over to his class’ usual lunch table. Ivan and Alix make room for him so he can stretch them out a bit after his guard shift. “Did I miss anything?”

Kim answers, chucks of his steak flying out of his mouth and onto his tray. “Nah, you’re just in time. Looks like Jean’s got a performance planned.” Alix gives him a swift slap to the arm, reminding him not to talk with his mouthful. “He’s been hinting that he got inspired by a history lesson from like… A week ago?”

Nino gives a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, he writes fast.”

Rose’s bones begin to rattle with excitement. “Well, I can’t wait to watch! Do you think he has someone singing in his place, or he’s using a recording?”

Quickly swatting away one of the flies buzzing around her, Sabrina groans and gets a few nods from around the table.

“Yeah, I do like hearing his voice,” Marinette agrees. “Well, fingers crossed.” She struggles a bit to cross her felt fingers. When Nino tries to help her, she swats his hand away. “I got it, hold on…” Eventually, she gets it. “Fingers crossed.” Alya gives a fond roll of her eyes and tussles her yarn hair. “Oh! It looks like it starting!”

The lights in the cafeteria dim a bit, the only source of light coming from Aurore��s hand, scenting as sort of a spotlight for the young phantom who stands in the middle of the room as a soft guitar melody plays from somewhere, followed by Jean’s disembodied voice.

Jean: Have you ever heard the story

Of dear old Mr. Hyde?

Half human and half monster

Whom everyone despised

Alya gasps and quickly whips out her phone.

Many of the students were becoming interested and were literally on the edge of their seats. The story of Jekyll and Hyde was the most famous story in monster history, of course, they were interested.

Jean: It's a cautionary tale

That should never be forgotten

Jean walks through the cafeteria, which turns into more of a glide thanks to his phantom powers

Jean: His secret was his undoing

Then things turned out really rotten

He gets up on top of a table and strikes a pose before flipping his hair and turning to the crowd with a smirk

Jean: Gimme a beat!

While there was a rhythmic drumming coming from wherever the music was playing, the students added on by hitting their lunch trays against the table or tapping their feet/talons/hooves against the floor

Jean: Mr. Hyde, he tried and tried

To fit in with his kind

Monsters hated human Jekyll

And humans hated the monster Hyde

Could you imagine being both and neither at the same time?

Mr. Hyde, he was truly cursed

'Cause we know monsters are the best, yeah

“Hell yeah!” Cosette cheered.

Jean: And humans are the worst, bleh

Jean stuck out his tongue on cue with the lyrics

Jean: Humans are the scariest, smelliest and hairiest

They're all a bunch of creepy freaks

In time with the beat, the students and even some teachers clap.

Jean: We're the coolest of the cool

We all know that monsters rule

Clap along if you agree!

The students all clap.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

At this point, a few of the students, specifically the couples have gotten up to dance around the phantom in what almost looks like a choreographed routine

Jean: Okay okay okay yeah

Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, hey

Show them who you really are

H U M A N S, hey

A few students on the fearleading squad spell out the letters with their severed limbs and serve as sort of back up dancers for Jean when the couples take their seats for a moment

Jean: Humans are the worst and we're the best!

Mr. Hyde was put on trial

His crime, hiding the truth

No one would believe him

'Cause his heart was half untrue

Jean approaches his boyfriend and taps where his heart would be. The young reaper plays along and pretends to look aghast before the two share a quick kiss

Jean: Rules are rules and when monsters chose

To enforce the rules it got gruesome

No one ever had his back

Hyde was shunned, that's a fact

They were scared 'cause he was half human, ugh

Chloé gags in time with the lyrics and smiles a bit when she sees Sabrina dancing in her seat.

Jean: Humans are unbearable, altogether terrible!

Chloé: Just a bunch of freaky creeps!

Zoé looks almost shocked when she heard Chloé sing along, but still claps.

Jean: Humans smell like dirty socks

Denise: We all know that monsters rock.

Simon looks at his partner with fondness in his eye at the sound of their singing voice.

Marc: Clap along if you agree.

With that line, Marc crossed one leg over the other and clapped all four of his hands to the beat.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Okay okay okay yeah

True to his love for the Rockabilly genre, Jean does a knee slide, eliciting an uproar of cheers from everyone in the room and got a few students to throw up the goats

Jean: Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, I say

Show them who you really are, let's go

H U M A N S, ugh

Humans are the worst and we're the best

Jean finishes his performance with a pose in the middle of the room as the students and teachers clap and cheer for the phantom. He gives a bow and preens off the praise.

“Thank you!” They finally speak. “Thank you! As usual, it is a pleasure performing for you all!” With a quick flip of their hair, Jean sits at their table where they’re met with congratulatory pats on the back.

“Bonito!” Denise gives Jean a strong pat on the back, almost making him fall out of his seat. “It was so worth the wait.”

“Warn me before you come at me with that masterpiece!” Ismael exclaims and curls up by Jean to purr against him. “In all seriousness, that was a total bop. Give me a copy of that, will ya?”

Jean smiles and gives Ismael a scratch behind the ears. “Of course, Ismael.”

“That was by far the greatest performance I have ever seen!” Her eyes turn a bright yellow to match her current emotions. “An excellent retelling of Hyde and the Doctor. Though, it does make me wonder what happened to him.”

Cosette points to the extraterrestrial. “Oh, now that’s a mystery. No one knows where he went, but anywhere he goes, he’s not gonna be accepted.”

“It is the sad life of a monster-human hybrid,” Reshma chirps. “Humans fear him, monsters hate him. He cannot win.”

Out of the corner of their eye, Denise catches Simon staring at something from across the room. “Everything alright, amour?” The students all look at what has Simon’s attention and find a strange blur going past the window.”

Marc squints his eyes. “Am I the only one who saw that?”

“Definitely not,” Zoé answers.

“Maybe it’s one of the shadow imps,” Mireille figures, and their friends all shrug and take that as the answer.

Outside, a hooded figure sprints away from the school, thankfully going unnoticed as the gargoyles were all on break. Feeling his hood starting to fall, he pulls it back over his head to cover his blonde locks and continue his sprint.

‘Well,’ he thinks in between pants. ‘They’re definitely not going to like having a human at their school next month.’

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #mlb au #songfic

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