#the time the dad left would have to be altered anyway if he had left after Hilda was brown

[blaithnne]

I’m literally fine I don’t care its not even that big of a deal it’s whatever who’s Hilda

[celaenaeiln]

Okay but you can’t just say “I'm not going to get into their brother relationship because that involves how Alfred treats Dick as a son rather than a grandson and is opening a whole new mansion of stuff so I'm going to wrap this up here” and not follow up with another post because that’s just cruel 😔😞 (aka this is me saying I really like & enjoy reading your interpretations and I need more of them HEHE)

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Thank you!!!! <3333

I love thinking about how Alfred treats Dick more of a son than a grandson because their relationship is different from Alfred's relationship with the other kids. Furthermore, it also explains a bunch of his actions.

First of, I know when everyone saw that Alfred had left Dick his entire inheritance they went "What the fuck." There were a bunch of jokes and questioning about why Alfred would do that and a lot of people have wrote it off as Tom Taylor's writing. But here's the thing. Tom Taylor has done a lot of stupid stuff in terms of characterization but he's done quite a few things right and one of them was adequately explaining Dick and Alfred's relationship.

I don't know how many people can read cursive but it says, "I invested much of this wisely and ethically...In fact, I planned to come to you for advice. Like Bruce, your mind is astonishing. You are a problem-solver and the world is full of problems." (There's actually panel during one of Dick and Slade's fight I have saved so lemme know if you or anyone is interested in Dick's innovativeness and how it makes his a terrifying opponent.)

Let me pause right there. This is Alfred's life savings. It's every piece of penny he's saved and every minute of his life is in that money. On top of what he says about Dick's intellect-and I agree and can prove it-he must've loved and trusted Dick an extraordinary amount to do this.

Alfred goes on to say, "I couldn't think of better hands to leave this fortune in. I believe you will see this, not as a personal gain, but as an opportunity. Because I believe in Dick Grayson."

He continues praising him and- HERE IT IS- "I am so very proud to call you my son."

DICK IS ALFRED'S SON.

This is the cleanest, clearest panel where he explicitly says it.

Hold on-this is the cleanest panel that says it? Wait a minute, let me retract that:

"Master Bruce was my son for a while. And then there was you."

THIS MOMENT HAS BEEN BUILDING UP ON US FOR YEARS. Tom Taylor wasn't doing lip service, he was just writing the inevitable!

I swear there's a panel where Dick refers to Alfred as his dad...

*Record scratch* WHAT DID ALFRED CALL DICK? WHAT DID DICK CALL ALFRED?

THIS IS WHY I LOVE THEM!!! THEY ARE GLORIOUS, BRILLIANT, UNDERRATED, AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THE FULL EXTENT OF EITHER OF THEIR ABILITIES, LOVE, OR DEPTH OF EMOTIONS.

THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL.

Take the Ric Grayson arc for another example.

Background context: Dick-Ric-was sleeping on the counter and all of a sudden he was startled out of a nightmare thus accidentally ending up bumping into the guy next to him who was drinking. Of course the guy doesn't mind only because it's Dick but anyways, here Alfred makes his entrance. Another thing I love about about this interaction is this is one of the few times Alfred has ever admitted to being in the military. The only other time I can think of him openly saying that is when he's slapping Bruce around.

The worry in the man's eyes for his wayward son...when Bea is snarking with Dick about his tab Alfred decides to pay for him instead.

LOOK AT HIS EYES AS HE SAYS GOOD NIGHT! THE AMOUNT OF EMOTION HE HAS IN THEM IS PURE PERFECTION. THE MAN JUST WANTS HIS SON TO COME BACK.

Not to mention, Alfred adores Dick in a way he didn't even with Bruce.

"For a long time I would dread coming down to this dark hellhole. But the advent of young Grayson has forced an alteration in my attitude. The masters have made much progress in these few short months. I was opposed initially to the recruitment of the lad in Master Bruce's self-appointed 'War on Crime.' But I am prepared to admit my error. Master Richard has mad a difference for the better to our lives."

This is HUGE. Coming from Alfred, this is massive because Alfred LOATHES Bruce's "War on Crime." How much?

So much that he slapped Bruce bloody for it.

The pseudo-father and son beat each other to pieces over it. So after years of Alfred hating Bruce for what he's done, for him to say he only accepts it because of Dick-because of Dick's personality-is enormous praise and accomplishment.

Alfred loves Dick in a way he doesn't love anyone else. And before I get flamed by people for suggesting Alfred loves Dick more than Bruce, I want to say he loves Dick as much as Bruce but in a different manner. He doesn't see Dick as a grandchild who needs to be coddled and softened, he sees Dick as a son he can spoil and cherish.

Him paying off the tab was not only an act of kindness, but it mimicks the way a rich father gives everything to his youngest son. Bruce was the first born he raised but Dick was the baby of their family. This also ties in with how Bruce doesn't see Dick as just him son like he does with the others. To Bruce, they are just as much brothers as anything else.

When Bruce fires Dick from Robin after two-face, Alfred couldn't take it lightly. Dick wasn't just the light of Bruce's life, he was the fucking sun to Alfred's.

I started crying when I read this because the emotions and the pain he's feeling is so visceral. A man who has been MI5 and SAS (Special Airforce Service), who has fought wars, who has fought his son, lost his best friends, is breaking down alone at the top of the stairs over not having Dick as Robin.

You might think that's not all that sad. Worse things have happened. You're overreacting.

Tears are literally streaming down my face as I'm writing this review. Rudolph nose and ugly bloodstained eyes complete with it.

Can you ever imagine loving someone so much?

Crying in silence with a steady voice to never let them know your sorrow?

But sure, sure, he's cried when others were killed like this so I'll go into other special things.

Some of his best moments are with Dick:

The pure adoration in his eyes as he watches his young son go 'flap' 'flap' 'flap' with his older brother's too big cloathes.

He's laughing! Do you know the only times he laughs or grins like that?

That's right-with Bruce! With his other son.

With Dick, he laughs, gets angry, and actually shows interest in things not related to people's health. Dick humanizes Alfred.

Who is the only other person Alfred has gotten mad at? Oh yeah. Bruce.

There's another panel where Alfred just sits by his bedside holding his hand.

It's the little things that matter is a lie. When it comes to Dick, Alfred does things in fighter jet air shows level of affection which he learned just for this during his SAS days.

Their shared interests & mutual understanding

People always think Dick and Alfred have nothing in common between them. Dick is excitable, bouncy, and some other adjective while Alfred is calming, stoic, and butler-y. They actually forget that Dick and Alfred canonically bond of plays. Dick, as I said before, is a massive theater nerd. He loves plays. He really wanted to see that shakespeare play and Alfred said he would take him because he knows people there and then went on to complain about how his brother didn't even drop by to see him. I love their interactions because Dick brings out a different side to Alfred.

Das Rheingold was a German musical drama that was performed as a single opera at the National Theatre Munich. This is the link if you're interested in reading a short synopsis of this complicated play by the Metropolitan Opera. It's like a mix of "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Rings of Power."

Also the fact that Alfred is tying his tie like a father would tie his son's.

I know they make a crack out of it by using Bugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny is a fantastic cartoon! I grew up on it!) but Alfred knows that Dick loves opera and theater and is only asking if this particular play will suit his interests. Okay, great, we know Dick likes theater. You've said that and posted about it before. But how do we know Alfred likes it too and not just because he's British and posh and whatnot?

He has preformed at the London Theater, and this is another way he connects to Dick emotionally. When Dick complains about being Batman, Alfred is the one that tells him:

This is something Alfred understands about Dick that absolutely no one in the family does.

The two of them are show people. They know how to play the role they were given, and they know how to play it well. No one suspects Alfred the Butler of ruthlessly using firearms and no one suspects Dick the Light of the Universe to ruthlessly to manipulate allies.

Dick knows this about Alfred too and never presses for any answers. When Alfred's pulling out a bullet from Dick and performing high level medical techniques he should know nothing about, Dick asks him, "Where did you learn all this, Alfred." To which Alfred responds, "You would be amazed at what you can pick up by watching the Discovery Channel." Dick just gives a pained laugh retorts about his wonderful bedside manners.

They know.

What Alfred sees in Dick is a pure goodness that can't be emulated. He loves his son for how absolutely good he is and is devastated when Dick can't be with him. Of everyone, Dick is the one Alfred is closest to. Other members have their moments with him but no one continually seeks out his presence just for the fact they like him aside from Dick. The rest treat him as an important side character, not a parent. And Alfred responds to that devotion with overwhelming love of his own.

Alfred and Bruce's optimism comes bundled up in the form of Dick. It's stunning how it's always Alfred of all people who admits this. Alfred who isn't supposed to show favoritism or bias is the one that consistently acknowledges how important Dick is to the family and him. This solidifies the fact that Dick is Alfred's favorite.

Other moments that differentiate Dick and Alfred's relationship:

We're pretty familiar with this and many of us have laughed it off when Alfred scolded Dick (also Dick looks hot af here). But can you imagine even anyone else playfully mocking Alfred? THIS. BOY. IS. SPECIAL. Alfred doesn't even blink twice at the address, indicating how typical it is for Dick to act that way with him. You only do that to people you're best friends with.

Casual comfort, the two of them.

Dick and Bruce were brothers and how that ties into Alfred:

Adding to my "Light of Bruce's life" Robin Dick canon, Alfred told Dick that Bruce "would have self-distructed if he hadn't met me and learned responsibility. I made him laugh, and he was like the greatest big brother you could ever imagine...it was our town."

Bruce and Dick are so damn codependent.

Bruce would not have survived without Dick. That's all there is to it.

Robin Dick was the light shining through rain clouds, the glitter in the air, the angel with golden wings, the giggling sweetheart to Alfred and Bruce. He was sunshine, love, and joy and the men both adored, thrived, and cherished him for it.

And if Dick and Bruce were brothers then Alfred was Dick's father and he was Alfred's son.

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

Thank you for the tags @scoops-aboy86 and @endlessmusings1801!

Okay so hear me out. This was a worm I’ve been thinking about lately, which is bizarre, because it isn’t inherently Steddie…

But we get all kinds of fics of if Eddie and/or Robin were pulled into things earlier than their seasons. But…

What if Tommy and Carol were pulled into things with Steve? Like, picture it…

Instead of ditching Steve after his fight with Jonathan, Steve and Tommy and Carol hash it out a bit more, get into a bigger argument maybe even, and maybe they do separate for a bit. But then they’re still friends, so maybe they huff and puff about it but they talk things out too. Maybe Steve even gets to somewhat convince them that they should all apologize, even if Tommy and Carol don’t really want to or care all that much.

So all three of them go to do so, and all three of them see the demogorgon, and all three of them have that life altering paradigm shift. Maybe Carol and Tommy don’t change completely, at least not immediately, but they’re forced to confront that there’s more than just high school popularity contests, and maybe they become just that little bit of better people.

Maybe Carol and Nancy have a genuine talk, genuinely open up to each other, and no one can ever replace Barb of course, but it’s nice to have another female friend, even if they’re pretty much polar opposites.

Tommy isn’t fond of Jonathan at all, because demogorgon aside, it was creep behavior taking photos of them like that. Tommy helps pitch in to get Jonathan his new camera though, because he egged on Steve’s insecurities (brought on by the fact that Steve’s dad has cheated on his mom so he’s really sensitive to potential cheating in partners) and he guesses he’s partly to blame. He rolls his eyes about it, but Steve is happy he has his friend beside him still.

Tommy and Carol don’t really take to the kids much, but Carol does secretly enjoy getting into bitching sessions with Mike, and later Erica.

When Billy shows up, maybe Tommy and Carol start backsliding. Maybe they have to have a big blowup. Maybe they aren’t there when Steve gets dragged in helping Dustin, at least not immediately, but maybe they hear about Steve dealing with that without them because they chose Billy and they just…they…

They can’t believe they left Steve to deal with that horror by himself. They feel guilty and terrible and they tell Billy off. They can’t believe they chose some stupid popularity that doesn’t even matter over the guy that literally went to bat for them. They’re at the end with him, apologizing for not being there before, and they become even better people.

They come around to lovingly tease Steve at his job at Scoops, wheedling free ice cream out of him. And who knows, maybe telling Billy off changes the third season, maybe them being there, better people and supportive of Steve changes things, maybe the three of them can even change Billy to an extent. Maybe, Steve and Tommy and Carol and Billy hashing it all out and coming to terms with the toxicity of high school and judgemental parents and a society that believes you need to be a certain way to matter…maybe it changes things for the better.

Idk. I’ve just always wondered how things would have gone if Tommy and Carol had been exposed to the truth the first season.

And then blah blah blah, Steve and Eddie eventually fuck about it. Because I am nothing if not a Steddie truther in everything. And who knows…maybe Robin and Carol fuck about it also 😏

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[sheeezu]

you asked for free labor and i OBLIGE! there’s nothing more i love than hearing people talk about their drs: anything simple from morning routine, to life altering moment, to happiest moment, literally anything you’d like 🎀 lol i’m a sucker for a good story

Oof I completely missed your ask.

Anyways I'm happy to share :)

I'm not sure what I could possibly share in my morning routine, it's the same as any other person's DR. Wake up, get a kiss from my SO, eat breakfast which has always been porridge, i find it more convenient, then I change into my work uniform (yes, I wear a uniform to work) and then go to work.

I think it's just better to just do a random storytime, I have a very mushy brain at the current moment so my mind is replaying a single memory so-

I was in college and my best friend (who's my SO now) forced me to go a concert with him, it was a pretty big celebrity in my reality, and so I knew there was going to be a crowd.

I was too hesitant because I didn't even know a single song from that artist, second, I didn't want to be pushed around, and the main reason was I had dinner with my dad (Btw I love him, best dad ever)

So after adjusting my schedule, I arrived at the concert with my soon-to-be SO.

All I did during the concert was stand stone faced in the middle of the crowd, we were standing pretty close to the stage. Long story short I ended up being pushed by this very eager fangirl into the stage, and ended up getting a small cut on my wrist from the edge of the stage.

I left to hopefully locate a restroom, it was a very local concert literally held at our college. So I entered the washroom and stopped my bleeding cut. After a while I thought there was no better place to find peace away from the crowd than in the restroom, meaning I got distracted and took out my phone and read world affairs for a good 20 minutes.

After a while some guy comes in, so I put the phone back and faced him, he was the singer who was performing, at this point in my life this had been my first time being this close to a celebrity, but did it mean much to me? no.

What I was more confused about what this 2 year post graduate celebrity guy just walked into the college restroom which students use, without a care of security risks.

I asked him what he was doing here, he told me that "What? Even famous people have to go."

I realised this was getting awkward, so I reworded my question, telling him that this is the restroom students use, I tried to prove my point I pointed towards an area of the wall where random swear words and suggestive drawings were made with a sharpie, only to find they had been covered with some sort of weird medical tape.

I cleared my throat, before he tells me that this is the VIP restroom he had been escorted to.

Sure enough, outside there was a paper stuck to the door and a big VIP was written on it.

Basically they converted the restroom on the campus into a VIP restroom only for one day.

And I managed to sneak in, idk there was no one guarding the restroom so that makes it even more funny.

He asked me if i wanted an autograph to which my politics clouded mind responded with a big fat blunt no.

But then I remembered it would give me some brownie points if I bring back an autograph to the guy I was trying to win over, who, at that time was a pretty decent fan of this celebrity (also, there is nothing special to this celebrity just because I haven't mentioned his name, his name was Jimmy, and he looked like jimmy Nuetron) so after a while I told him that, I, infant would like an autograph.

I had nothing on which I could get a signature on, in my pocket was just one blood socked tissue paper.

And so I got it signed.

...

I got out and like a psychopath handed over the bloody signed tissue to my soon to be SO who was more worried since he thought I got lost somewhere, since the concert ended a while ago.

...

He still has that tissue paper. It's has a sentimental value in our relationship.

[triplemystery]

bullet proof ... i wish i was - y.itadori

summary; it wasn’t so easy protecting yuuji, but you would do it anyway

warnings; death, ‘murder’

Inspo; Bullet Proof … I Wish I Was - Radiohead

word count; 621

You had made a promise to your mother that no matter what you did you wouldn’t go out in pain. Promising it was easy, who would ever envision going down a career path that could make you break such a promise? What unfortunately had not been accounted for was you becoming a sorcerer, or falling in love with the boy who the king of curses was residing in.

If your mother could see you know you think she would be mad at you. “Bad choices lead to bad consequences” and there really was not a worse choice than falling in love with the vessel of a curse destined to kill you all.

You think if your mother could’ve met him, she would love him too. He was nice to pretty much everyone 24/7, he was always so bright and cheery wherever he went. It’s kind of a ridiculous thing really, something so dangerous residing in someone so lovable.

“Love is a stupid curse” is probably another thing your mother said. You always thought she said that because she really didn’t like your dad, but you reckon she would laugh if she got the opportunity to know how right she was. Your stupid love for a stupid boy has left you on the ground bleeding out, going out in the exact same way your mother begged you not to.

If your mother ever met Yuuji you really wouldn’t want her to blame him, it was your own fault really. You were supposed to strike Sukuna, then hit him whilst he was down to weaken him at the least. Though at the time of your move, you suddenly felt nauseous at the mere idea of hurting your Yuuji (even if his alter ego was evidently set on killing you). Quite gross but in your defence you thought Sukuna would have the decency to make your death quick.

Here you were though, watching Yuuji scramble towards your draining body with tears evident in his eyes. He held your limp body up with his arms, you’re sure if you tried hard enough you would be able to hear his frantic apologies, but you really couldn’t bother to try. Among the things you thought you would lose whilst bleeding out, you hadn’t thought hearing to have been one of them. 

As Yuuji held your bleeding body, his teardrops fell on your dirty cheeks as you strained to hear whatever he was trying to say to you. You assumed he was whispering apologies to you, but they were falling on deaf ears as you slowly grew numb to the world. In your final moments, you remembered the promise you made to your mother, how you vowed to protect yourself from pain. If only she could see you now, bleeding out in the arms of the boy you loved, a pretty painful way to go out you would say.

You wished you could’ve told Yuuji that it wasn’t his fault, that your choices were your own. Unfortunately being in the face of death doesn’t leave much room for heartwarming confessions, being in the face of death doesn’t leave much room for anything you’re experiencing. Anything you tried to say got lost in a foggy haze, and you could do nothing but watch as your view of Yuuji blurred as your vision faded. He whispered your name, a prayer and a plea, begging for some God out there to undo the fate that had placed itself onto you.

Unfortunately, though, there was no time left for words. All that had been left on the battlefield was the silent agony of a broken promise and a dead body that would forever haunt the boy holding you in his arms.

note; back on my writing grind after exams actually beat my ass... hopefully I'll be able to post something before the end of next week but if I don't just know I'm trying...

[sugar-omi]

Saw your last ask about the eloping and then was just thinking if the MC left with Mr. Wedding planner considering some of his lines in the DLC and the Taylor Swift song (and I am so sorry Cove I love you too but oof this went straight to my brain from all the angst and wanting on both sides)

ahhhh im,,, assuming youre thinking what im thinking n that is MC leaving cove to be w baxter bc that angsty idea came into my mind in the middle of writing that request and i have some ideas on it :(( listen to this playlist for the full effect 👍👍 ik a lot more songs i could add but i left it w olivia rodrigo n conan gray

tags : Angst (with happy ending for cove lol), (emotional) cheating, breaking up, your family n friends ar upset w you to say the least, your fam and friends goes low/no contact

synopsis : you leave cove to be with baxter, this is how everyone reacts.

[this is based off this post: "eloping with baxter", where alternatively you leave cove for baxter.]

*edited because i forgot to add derek's reaction.

please break it off before the wedding. if you leave him at the alter, cove would be thoroughly destroyed and your immediate family would prbly end up disowning you and/or going very low contact.

breaking off the engagement was and is a really hard thing, but you do it anyway to be with baxter

i wanna touch on how your family n friends reacts to the break up first...

well lets just leave it at cove's parents don't talk to you anymore and you are not welcome even near their house

in fact cliff even moves out of sunset bird because he's so distraught and if cove comes to visit, which he does and even moves in with his dad, he sees how sad cove is and it kills him

he regrets ever moving to sunset bird and asking you to be his friend.

cliff never forgives himself for this, even though it isn't his fault, he feels like it is and even if (and when) cove gets over this betrayal, cliff hates that this happened anyway.

cliff doesn't send you any text, he just blocks you

but if you send a text before he can do so, which is possible since he's busy comforting his son

then he responds like this..

"please don't text this number anymore. and leave my son alone. you've really betrayed him.. me too. i thought you were a good person y/n. i hope you're happy with him"

kyra leaves you a very scornful message and then blocks you

she refuses to waste her breathe or time on someone who hurt her baby

she starts by saying how much she loved you and everything you did for cove, but ends it with how she can never forgive you for leaving cove like this

"don't bother apologizing. everyone had their faith in you to love and take care of cove but you've really blindsided him. you're no longer family to us, leave us alone."

your family is very disappointed

even though they don't cut you off, you're distant and if you marry baxter, they don't come celebrate with you

your mom is surprisingly very tender about it and she is the one who misses you the most

she cries over your pictures when you were growing up, and when everything was perfect

she knows you're an adult and things happen, this is the way the cookie crumbles sometimes but the holden's were like family too and everything is just hard

she can't even look at cove when she sees him

once she even broke down crying in front of him, she could see the dark circles under his eyes and yet he still smiled at her and gave his best "hello"

cove ends up comforting her in the middle of the grocery store parking lot...

she doesn't leave the house for awhile. she's so ashamed and embarrassed because she can hear the whispers of the townsfolk

"i wish they were kids again..."

your ma calls to yell at you.

ma doesn't ever get mad, if anything mom was the "bad cop" growing up and did most the iron fisting

but your ma can't believe you'd do this. she understands that sometimes you fall out of love with someone or have deeper feelings for someone else but.. you knew cove for 15 years and you leave for someone like baxter, who hurt you?

shes just blinded with rage and sadness, even thought she's yelling she ends up crying

she tells you not to come around for awhile, she can't bare to look at you and look at cliff (and cove) the next day

"please don't bother coming home, you're not welcome here for the foreseeable future. i thought we raised you better than this."

your sister doesn't know what to do

she never expected this from you

she hugs you while you cry, you're still her sibling but she also can't forgive you so easily

she and cove weren't close, but definitely closer than baxter and she saw how much he loved you. and she sees how much he's hurting, as he's slowly gathering all his stuff out of your shared house.

she helps him pack his stuff and gives him a hug, lets him cry and tells cove that he's always been like family, and will always be

she watches him cry in his car before finally driving off and suddenly liz is so mad

all this upset and upheaval for what? a traumatized, flirty victorian-emo man who stayed for a summer and told you to fuck off and then came back 5 years later?

she doesn't yell, but between the quiet and half empty house, liz scolds you and flies back home the same night...

"i love you but i can't believe you threw this all away for someone you knew for ONE summer 5 years ago... i'm so disappointed in you."

lee is the one who comforts you the most when you cry

but you can see the disappointment in her eyes

she calls you a lot less, and she doesn't scream in excitement at you anymore. especially if you're with him.

one night, she even whispers into the dark room, having thrown a blanket over you and thinking you are asleep.

"i thought you were better than this..."

your friends are so surprised

they never saw this coming at all

im (not) sorry to say but you are now friendless :)

miranda is the one with the greatest fury

she leaves several voice messages where she is yelling and cussing you out...

"lose my number! i can't believe you'd leave cove for your wedding planner! someone who hurt you 5 fucking years ago!" "you need to get a grip on reality if you think you're gonna live happily ever after. screw you, you-"

terry is with miranda at the time so she cut off the last message before she could share her new nicknames for you

terry's disappointment is immeasurable.

he tries texting you and asking whats going on before he asks you to meet him for coffee

thats the last time you see him before he sends you on last text...

"i hope you're happy y/n... i really cherished our friendship but i can't trust someone who did this to their partner and one of my best buddies... goodbye."

derek is ready to fly over to cove immediately, and he does.

derek helps cliff get cove settled and calmed down, he even makes dinner while cliff helps cove at least get a grip on reality again...

"i'm so surprised you did this y/n... i thought i knew you better but i guess not... listen, i gotta finish dinner, cove hasn't eaten in a couple days. i'm sorry but cove is my best friend, i hope you're happier now.. goodbye."

cove is ruined, to say the least.

somehow he expected it though..

you were dating cove when baxter came that summer, but he saw how you looked at him... it was with a sense of longing. he supposes it was only a matter of time before you decided you wanted a taste of baxter ward, he just hoped it would never come...

you dated baxter that summer, and he saw how distraught you were when he left you so brutually.. cove thought you really loved him, that you finally got over baxter. but apparently he was wrong, you were just patching your wounds until baxter could put you back together...

you never dated baxter, but cove saw how you looked at him with longing and cove always wished you would look at him like that. i guess you just turned your eyes to him until you could finally have the one you wanted...

cove loved you so much, and now that you've broken up he feels like he'll never recover

cove's personality does a whole 180

if he was "warm", he's not anymore. he can't bring himself to smile and laugh and socialize when his chest feels so hollow yet like he's been stabbed with pins and needles...

if he was already "cold", i need you to imagine him being even colder...

he still says his "please and thank you"'s whenever its necessary, but anything other than a hum when affirming to the cashier that he found his groceries okay

or telling the fast food worker what he wants to eat, which he usually orders online in that case, then he doesn't really talk too much

everyone can see how distraught he is even though he tries to distract himself

he cooks meals from scratch, he even learns how to make bread just to keep his mind away from it all

he tries to surf or look for shells but it just ends up hurting more because he as so many memories of those things with you

his whole childhood was with you... you gave him a childhood and you're the reason he enjoyed life so much, you made him so happy...

cove really tries to keep his head above water but even with the love and care from his parents, he's drowning...

its like when he was a little kid all over again but this time he's the one going through the break up

sometimes he snaps at his dad to please leave him alone and he runs off to the guest room crying.

he's so overwhelmed, overstimulated in every way and hurt.

he feels like he'll never recover from this one

when he does "get better", its still a total change from who he used to be

he definitely keeps his friend circle tight and dating isnt even on the table, and wont be for a long time.

fuck it probably takes him another 15 years to get over you.

all he knew for the last 15 years of his life was you, and now he has to do without you so its hard.

some days he falls apart again, because things are so much harder now that he has to take care of himself in every way possible

you reopened his trust and abandonment issues...

he has a date with olivia rodrigo and conan gray (see above for playlist)

when everyone finds out you eloped with baxter they lose their fucking minds

your ma doesn't even text or call you. you can't even hear her in the background when your mom calls because she can't believe you'd elope to him after all this, no matter how much time goes by...

your mom feels hurt again. it just makes everything so real and she feels sick thinking that baxter is now her son-in-law

your sister calls to yell at you. its less than a 5 minute phone call, she just can't believe you married him...

lee doesn't bother sending any congratulations, doesn't even like your pictures on social media. the next time she texts you she blames it on work, and thoroughly avoids talking about baxter

you better hope miranda and derek don't see it.

derek was certainly the most peaceful when the break up happened, but he would definitely unblock you just to tell you how disappointed he is and he definitely cusses at you.

""i can't believe we were ever friends.""

terry is angry too, but he cries more than anything

he misses having all of you together, this just reopens the wound of how things turned out...

if and when cove finally sees or hears the news, if this happened soon after your breakup he would lose his shit.

if you elope soon after breaking up: it takes everything for him not to throw his phone.

he definitely goes to the gym for a bit to work out some energy. he's so sad but most of all he's angry

that should've been you getting married but you're with him instead.

if you elope later after breaking up: it hurts for awhile. but it doesn't tear him up as long as it did when you broke up

but the first night he does look at your smiling face and he misses you.

in the morning he's talking to his dad and he does realize that its better like this

that you just decided that baxter had everything you needed, and its not cove's fault

he hopes you're happy with yourself

unfortunately, this isn't a bad bone in cove's body to wish you ill.

but he does hope you aren't as happy with baxter as you were with him <3

if he runs into you for any reason, maybe because your moms finally let you come over or you happen to be in town or something

cove smiles at you...

it's unsettling

especially since this is the first time you've seen him since the breakup and its been years

you start talking a bit, you with very big eyes and a shaky voice

cove used to be so sensitive but now that he's in front of you again he seems so unaffected...

"y/n." "y-yes?" your heart is jumping in your chest... "i hope you're happy now." you pause, looking down and twisting your wedding band on your finger. "i dont know... some days i'm happy enough, but most days i.. i think about the what if's...." cove nods. somehow he feels satisfied hearing that, but he'd never admit it. "well i hope you can get over it, you made your decision so you need to make it work. goodbye y/n..."

in the end cove is so much stronger, of course he's still vulnerable with people, he's still a crybaby but the walls he's built around himself are high and it took a lot of therapy for him to get over the betrayal

when cove does start dating again and if he gets married especially, your mom's are in the pictures...

he looks so happy, so does cliff and kyra

if your mom's are in the pictures, especially the wedding pictures, it saddens you because you have no pictures of your family with baxter, it doesn't matter how many years go by.

hopefully you're happy with your decision <3

[bananaactivity]

ahhhhh your latest morgie art was so cool--you mentioned the gray streak in his human form and i gotta ask--is it natural or a conscious choice? cause iirc one tragic aspect of hook/morgie is that one day, morgie will lose hook. hook will age and die, and with his neverland trauma will never accept mortality. but morgie is a le fay and of magic--is he choosing to age?

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

Also yea pretty much. Morgie has no qualms as it relates to the whole immortality thing. He completely excepts that everyone he knows that isn’t immortal will die before him, everyone except Hook of course. He’s really upset about that one…

He does alter his appearance to age. When he was a youngling he first managed to hold a human form and modded its look after his mom and its size after his cousin. He has to manually modify his human form to age, but after a couple years it becomes second nature for him to notice small changes in the human form as it grows and make tweaks. Before switching back from his primordial form he noticed the grays and age that Hook now had and tweaked himself to match his aging friends.

Small short super tragic fic incoming 😓:

“I know you’re doing that on purpose Darling, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” Hook smirked. Morgie sighed. He knew what James meant, but undoing all his work made him feel…uneasy. “ I know. I don’t do it for you James… It makes me feel better…about… our predicament.” Morgie had given up trying to immortalize his love long ago… Neverland had hurt him. Bad. He didn’t want to be the bad guy, but time was so limited he didn’t want to wait another millennia to see those sly blue eyes once more in some new timeline. He wanted to be selfish…but he wouldn’t be the bad guy, not to James. “ Come on darling, last time I saw you as well, you, I almost ripped my jacket off right there.” Hook bit his lip and stroked his mustache, irritatingly more grey by the day. Morgie looked at it and then he grew upset, “ James! It’s almost over. My time with you is so meaningful and yet so meaningless it drives me insane! I have millennia to spend with out you, I cant-“ Hook grabbed Morgies shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. “ Morgs, Love, I’m only 45, I’ve got a good sixty left in me I think!” He laughed. LAUGHED. “ Sixty?? Hook, MILLENNIA VS SIXTY. That is SO little time it’s comical!?” Morgie began to hyperventilate, he couldn’t imagine a world devoid of James, every other friend of his had longer lifespan, but sixty years left? It must have been the cruel joke of whatever being had cursed his creation. Of course he’d fall for the one who would leave him so soon. “ Morgie La Fey you are such a strange creature.” Hook chuckled. “ What would your space dad thing think of you crying over a mortal man? I’m just a man Morgs. Not even a good one. But life’s only worth it to me because it doesn’t last. I’d love to spend an eternity with you but think about how boring it could get!! Let’s just… live in the moment.” James was so endearing… and sometime he was very right. “ I understand. But~ You meantioned something about my other… appearance…” Hook smirked again. “ What can I say… I love when a man can keep up with me, or a primordial beast thing I’m not too choosy~” Giving Hook something he wanted was always a treat. Losing him would be hard… but he’d see him again one day.

Anyways I had the random urge to write something quick, it’s not my usual fare but I wanted to do it bro.

(make sure if you see this post @throwawaybog you either comment under here or message me what you’d like to see a sketch of remember it’s gotta be descendants related, but it doesn’t have to be my designs though, and if you have references make sure to send those as well)

[underworld-park-offical]

DAIMEN: My husbands like DAIMEN: Blonde DAIMEN: And shit DAIMEN: Crooked teeth? DAIMEN: Limey brit? TOLKIEN: Ooooh yeah TOLKIEN: That's the guy we ran from

DAIMEN: How is he even here anyway? TOLKIEN: Craig opened a portal to hell DAIMEN: Ahhhhh DAIMEN: Yeahhhh DAIMEN: That sounds like something Craig would do. TOLKIEN: Don't speak ill of him, man DAIMEIN: Why? DAIMEN: You guys do it all the time TOLKIEN: He's probably dead DAIMEN: Fuck you mean “probably”???? TOLKIEN: We ran away before we could see what happened

TOLKIEN: Jimmy is DEFINITELY like, MEGA dead though DAIMEN: Awww what??? DAIMEN: Nooo I really liked him! TOLKIEN: We all did TOLKIEN: Things were all cool until Tweek and his blonde boy squad showed up TOLKIEN: Craig had a whole fucking episode or something TOLKIEN: My boyfriend is starting to lose interest TOLKIEN: And there's demons EVERYWHERE DAIMEN: Damn DAIMEN: Kinda sounds like a you problem TOLKIEN: You are literally no help DAIMEN: Save it, whore, I'm working TOLKIEN: Whatever, we thought you could be of some help since you're the son of Satan DAIMEN: That's kind of stereotyping, bro. DAIMEN: Just cuz I'm a demon doesn't mean I know what the fucks going on with the shit

TOLKIEN: … TOLKIEN: You’re worse than Craig DAIMEN: Fuck you DAIMEN: I was gonna tell you why Craigs having an episode, buuuuuuut you decided to drop that bomb on me DAIMEN: So now I'm in the state of DILLIGAF and the capital is “Fuck you and Eat my ENTIRE ass!” DAIMEN: HOWEVER DAIMEN: I can tell you DAIMEN: For 3.50 TOLKIEN: You're joking DAIMEN: I do not joke TOLKIEN: Goddamnit TOLKIEN: Okay, here DAIMEN: Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuu TOLKIEN: Can I get a compensation slushie for dealing with that? DAIMEN: No TOLKIEN: Why did I even bother asking DAIMEN: Continuing on,

DAIMEN: Certain demons can alter certain people's mind's DAIMEN: Letting you in on a little secret, DAIMEN: The sinners in hell are stronger than the hellborns DAIMEN: So they get ✨special powers ✨ TOLKIEN: What kind of special powers?

DAIMEN: The awesome kind DAIMEN: Teleportation, transmutation, transfiguration, telekinesis, the complimentary pyrokinesis that every single demon gets whether they are a hellborn or not, conjuration, that kind of thing

DAIMEN: Gregory, being the....weird diva James Charles asshole he is

DAIMEN: Got goo hands DAIMEN: The goo hands add a special after effect of enthrallment, aka mind control DAMIEN: Though...his type of mind control isn't as cool as it is in the movies TOLKIEN: What do you mean? DAIMEN: He got the "blue hair and pronouns" type mind control TOLKIEN: What. DAIMEN: Chronically online disease TOLKIEN: Ohhh DAIMEN: So yeah, thats what was making Craig more the insufferable prick than you’ve known him to be for several months TOLKIEN: That makes TOLKIEN: So much sense actually TOLKIEN: I didn't think that was exactly how you explained it, but after you explained it it made so much sense and that's exactly how that would work! DAIMEN: Shut up TOLKIEN: Screw you DAIMEN: Is this about your fucking slushie? TOLKIEN: No DAIMEN: Okay fine ill get it for you you needy fuck DAIMEN: My dad damn TOLKIEN: Can you get one for Clyde too? DAIMEN: No TOLKIEN: Worth a shot I guess

TOLKIEN: I can't believe that we like

TOLKIEN: left him behind and probably, 

TOLKIEN: got him…

TOLKIEN: Y'know …

DAIMEN: Killed?

TOLKIEN: Yeah

DAIMEN: Don't sweat it too bad DAIMEN: He deserved it TOLKIEN: I'm starting to think that's not the case anymore TOLKIEN: Considering the knowledge I know of him being possessed. DAIMEN: Wasn't he like,  DAIMEN: A huge prick before that? TOLKIEN: I mean… TOLKIEN: Yeah? DAIMEN: Then it's no biggie TOLKIEN: He was still our friend TOLKIEN: ….ish?

DAIMEN: Well he's an asshole

DAIMEN: Assholes go right on the chopping block

TOLKIEN: I guess so

(Edits made by @pissblanket <3)

[theduckofindeed]

Google Translate Butchers Chapter 14 of My Fanfic

Recently, Youtuber NotRealName NotAtAll made a funny video where she ran a portion of the FNAF story, The Fourth Closet, through Google Translate several times to see how it would change.  Hilarity ensued, and it inspired me to try the same thing.  So below is a preview of chapter 14 of my FNAF fanfic, The Life of a Star.  Some of the punctuation was altered, as well, but I cleaned up some of that.  The altered portion of the chapter is below, but some highlights include:

Miss Sullivan leaves her hand in some soup and considers the "freedom situation"

Sun's name shifts between Sun and Sol.  Also, sometimes he's a girl.

Cassie reassures Sun that he mustn't cry

Cassie's the best kindergartener 

Sun is both terrible and awesome at talking on the phone

"Hello! Hello! Hello, I'm Cassie. Cassie...oh, Lord Barnabas, can I tell my father?"

But Cassie is on the phone, all Miss Sullivan's anger can be directed at the Sun.  His finger left in the soup after sleep began to point.  "Hey, what's your job? Clean the sleeping bags!

"Cassie is on the phone now. Be considerate." That chastisement was often given to him, because he was much more dutiful.

Miss Sullivan got up, but before she could argue, she had something else to say to the Sun: she hesitated to object.  "All the boys are gone for the day. Now you are welcome home."

Sol paid off the suggestion when Miss Sullivan's mouth was closed.  He bit his bottom lip as he considered the freedom situation and finally leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You better not screw this up. I will never be troubled again because of your mistakes!"

What?  Mrs. Hutton has already declared that the relationship must be dissolved by Miss Sullivan.  Unless he changed his mind after his last mistake.

"Father! Is it you?"

Wait, its wrong?  It took a few seconds before he could calm down enough to respond coherently.  The sun looked into her eyes.  If a girl like Cassie could stand up to him, then she probably could.  “I'm not sure what you mean about failures, Miss Sullivan.  Please allow me to continue my work in peace.  Uh… Goodnight," she added as the woman's eyes narrowed.

So maybe I'll be in a better mood tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Cassia's speech continued behind him.  “I know, but it's getting late.  When did you come to pick me up?

Sol wasn't sure if he heard Cassie's private phone conversation.  But here now, to...

When Miss Sullivan had finally removed herself from the situation and the others were no longer free to make noise, it was easier to hear the voice on the other end of the line.  "I'm sorry, but something came up. So it's better...

"What happened there? Father, why can't I stay with you in Parts and Services?"

"Cassie..."

"As before!  This doesn't make sense!  Come on, tell me something!

The phone groaned.  "There was a . . . incident with some endo-"

"Did someone attack?"

"He never said! And...the details aren't important!" There was a pause, and when Cassie's voice resumed, Cassie's father sounded a little softer than he had two seconds ago. "Is the foreseeable future."

"So, is this permanent?"

"Not necessarily. Until... look, I don't know. I'm a little late this evening. You have the daycare staff at the security office and you…"

“Actually, I stay in daycare.  The sun said it was fine."

There was a delay.  "But does the staff agree to this?"

This time it was Cassie's turn to stay.  "Yeah… I mean, you probably don't want to accompany me to the lobby anyway."

"Cassie..."

"Dad, it's okay, what does it matter? I'm safe here. The sun will look after me. He's like an adult. Why don't you talk to him?

Before the sun could react, Cassie held the phone up to her face.  "Say hello to my father."

Sol has never spoken on the phone before.  He didn't even have time to prepare!  How could a person hear from the end of the line so far away?

"Hello, Cassie's father!"

"You must not cry. He will hear you well when you speak."

"H-hi, hi...um," Sol tried again, "getting to know you. Cassie's a good girl. She's done the best job in all of Kindergarten! You've got me doing a great job! Oh, I was at Parts and Service the other day to get my battery I'm sorry, but I haven't seen you. Maybe we can see you again in person!

I'm not too excited to be next time either.  But maybe a familiar face would make the experience a little less... uncomfortable.

Of course, Cassie's father was not a familiar face.  Although.  But once

He was stammering in the last train.  "O-okay, um...can I talk to my daughter again?"

Sol gently pushed the phone to Cassia.  "He wants to talk to you."

He is terrible at talking on the phone.  Simple awesome!  He probably humiliated Cassie too!

Sol covered his mouth with one hand and continued his conversation with his father as he thought about Cassie's recent misfortune.  I could hear a voice on the other end of the line saying, "Cassie, please don't let the robots make another call."

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

"It was pretty awkward talking to Roxy then I'll go back."

"It was Shannon's idea! I don't see what it is. You work with robots all day!

"Of course I work with them, but I don't talk to-"

"But you said your AI thinks you're getting as close to real people as possible."

"Im serious, I have to get back to work. The longer you talk, the later it gets."

"I can't I just wait-"

"Cassie, please stop questioning me and take my opinion!"

Cassie's head fell back as she realized she had reached a dead end.  "Oh, okay. So," by this point the phone cord had already been wrapped around her hand a few times, "at least you're fine staying with me at daycare, right?"

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

"But when?"

"I don't know."

"But dad-"

"I love you! Goodbye!"

"I love you too..."

When handing the phone back, the sun's longer range made it easier for the sun to return it to its place behind the desk.

Your Cassie, "I was hoping the lady was lying."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Yes, well...I'm sorry I made a mistake with the phone."

"Huh? Oh no, you did it right. I was also always very nervous when I spoke on the phone. Then I answered for the first time, and the call was unwanted, I froze and could not speak at all."

After a quick lookup in his dictionary, Sol couldn't figure out what canned food product to do with the phone.

[walker-extended-universe]

It Started in the Cabin, Chapter 1

Relationship(s): Trevor Strand/Stella Walker, August Walker & Stella Walker, Cordell Walker & Stella Walker, Geri Broussard & Stella Walker

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Teen Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Awkward Conversations, Pregnancy Tests, Angst, Angst and Feels, Family Feels

Summary: What if Stella got pregnant from her and Trevor's tryst at the cabin?

Written for @febuwhump Prompt 8: "Why won't it stop?"

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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When she first started feeling under the weather, Stella didn’t think much of it. The past few weeks had been nothing short of exhausting. Losing Trevor, finding him again, trying and failing to run away, having her family held hostage, almost losing Liam, completely losing Hoyt, and losing Trevor again….. It was like one long nightmare and the grief that followed seemed like it would never let up.

So feeling a little sick wasn’t exactly unexpected. Even her period being off by a few days didn’t strike her as odd. It happened during times of stress.

But when the end of the month rolled around and her period still hadn’t come and she was still feeling less-than-great, she got worried.

Freshman year sex ed hadn’t been the most educational experience but Emily had made sure both of her kids understood more than just the basics required of the US education system. She knew her symptoms weren’t sure signs of pregnancy (the female body was horrifically misunderstood by the medical community) but given her recent sexual history… It couldn’t hurt to check.

The trick would be checking without anyone finding out. She did not want to see how her dad would react to finding a pregnancy test in the trash, regardless of the result. But she didn’t want to be stuck finding out life-altering news in a public bathroom either. Which left her with…

The Side Step. Surely being an “owner” (well, future owner once she was a legal adult) gave her the right to commandeer a bathroom.

She went out, lying about meeting up with some friends, and bought two pregnancy tests from a corner store, just in case she got a false reading on the first one. Then, she drove to the bar and parked her car as discreetly as possible. She frowned at all the cars currently in the lot. She’d tried to time it so she’d be there when the bar wasn’t too busy but it looked like she was wrong. Grabbing the bathroom may be harder than she thought.

She slipped inside anyway. Then, she saw August bussing a table and got an idea.

She sidled up to up as he headed for the kitchen. “Do you think you could take a break right now?” she asked quietly.

He glanced at her quizzically but nodded. “Sure. Why?” 

“Meet me in the bathroom and I’ll explain. Oh, and bring a water bottle.”

“Stel, what-”

But she was already gone, off to the back of the bar where the ladies’ room was. Thankfully, it was empty and there was no line. She leaned on the edge of one of the sinks until August came in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, handing her the water bottle.

Stella sighed. “I… It might be nothing but…. I think I’m pregnant and I needed a safe place to take a test without Dad freaking out.”

“Jesus, Stel.” August leaned against the wall. “I- Okay. And you thought this would be a good place to do it?”

“I didn’t think it’d be this busy…”

“It’s 4 o’clock on a Friday,” he deadpanned. “You’re lucky that meant Aunt Geri was too busy to see you come in.”

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed. “Look, I’ve gotta chug this water and wait for the test results. Do you think you could… I don’t know, stand guard or something?”

August shook his head and turned the little lock on the door. “I’m not leaving you alone for this. We should be okay in here for a while.”

Stella smiled. “Thank you.”

Now it was just a waiting game. Waiting to need to pee, waiting for the results, all while hoping no one bothered them.

It was agony.

“It’ll be okay,” August promised as the timer ticked down. “Whatever happens, we all have your back.”

Stella cut him a look. “Really? You think Dad won’t have a conniption if I am pregnant? And what about Mawline?”

“Okay, yeah, they’ll freak,” he admitted. “But they’ll come around. They always do.”

“I hope you’re right.”

All too soon and not soon enough, the timer beeped. The results were ready.

Her hands shook as she flipped the tests over. Both were positive.

“Fuck.”

“Stel, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not!” She put her hands up and tugged on her hair. “This is so far from okay. I’m pregnant, Auggie! Pregnant! Dad’s gonna freak, Mawline’s gonna freak, Gramps is gonna freak- What am I even gonna do? Am I ready to be a mom? Would Dad even let me keep it? What-”

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” August grabbed her arms and stilled her, pulling her into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Stella hugged back, burying her face in his chest. “I hope you’re right.”

—--

“You really should tell them,” August said, leaning on the doorway to Stella’s room.

She groaned. “Auggie, we both know how that’s gonna go.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t tell them.”

“I know. And I will. I just….” she sighed. “I just know they’re gonna start pushing me to figure out what I want to do about the baby right away and I just- I want to have some answers ready first.”

“And when is that gonna be? It’s not like you can keep this a secret forever.”

“You don’t think I know that?” she snapped. “I just- I need time to process first. Once I have some things figured out…. Then I’ll tell them.”

It would be easier if she could talk to Trevor. But he was in jail and he wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon and she wasn’t even sure how to tell him, not to mention the whole issue with him helping his dad take her family hostage and making her question everything she knew about him. There was a reason she kept dodging his calls. But a small part of her thought that if she just knew how he felt about it… Maybe that would make it easier to decide how she felt about it.

“Okay,” August said. “Just… don’t wait too long. It’ll only get worse if you do.”

“I know.”

Then, out of nowhere, Dad came up the stairs and told them they were going on an adventure to pick up Uncle Hoyt’s forgotten items at some homestead property he never got to finish buying.

—-----

Finding the little animal family Hoyt had put together was a blessing Stella didn’t know she needed. For once, there was something to think about, to talk about besides her grief and her secret.

Unfortunately, that also led them to a conflict when Dad insisted they couldn’t take the llama back to the ranch with them. “We can’t just give him away!” she insisted. “He’s- He’s Hoyt’s. And the mare’s all family bonded with him so- You can’t just give away her kid!”

“Stella,” he said firmly. “I know all that. But you know Gramps won’t keep a llama on the property. It’s probably better if we find a place that will keep the little guy now before-”

“Gramps can deal with it!” she snapped. “We can at least board the little guy for a few days. And Mawline will want to keep him. It- You can’t just split them up for no reason!”

“Stella, that’s enough.” Dad wasn’t giving in. “I know you don’t like this but we’re just not equipped to take care of him. We passed a place a few miles back that will probably take him in. It’s better this way, I promise.” He took the lead from her hand and started leading the llama away, apparently ignoring the animal’s cries.

She looked away and furiously rubbed tears from her eyes. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

“You okay?” August muttered.

“No.” She huffed. “Let’s just go. It’s getting late; the horses need rest.” She urged her horse forward.

“Hey….” Geri same up beside her. “Are you okay? I know this has been a bit of a rough day. If you need to talk…. I’m here.”

Oh, there was so much Stella wanted to talk about. So much she needed to talk about. Things she couldn’t really talk to Dad or August about. If anyone could help her get some perspective on this whole pregnancy mess, it would be Aunt Geri.

“Uh, actually… Could we talk? Later? Once we find a place to stay the night?”

Geri seemed surprised but nodded. “Sure, definitely. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

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Stella gently pet her horse’s neck and fed him an apple she got from the owner of the barn they were staying in for the night. In the stall next to her, Dad struggled to get the mare settled down. “She’s freaking out about somethin’; maybe there’s a mouse….”

“She’s probably wondering where her kid is,” Stella muttered.

Dad sighed. “Stel, not this again. I-”

“You did what you had to do. The responsible thing. I get it. Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.” 

Once the horse was done eating, she left the stall and stormed up to the loft. August had found a little corner to snuggle in and Geri was setting out hay on the other side of the loft. Stella quietly stepped over to her side and sat next to her. “Can we talk now?”

Geri looked up and nodded. “Yeah, of course. What did you want to talk about?”

“Okay so….” Stella chewed her bottom lip. “Remember that trip I took with Trevor to his family’s cabin?”

“...Sure. What about it?”

“Well….” She took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Geri nodded slowly. “Okay. I’m guessing that has a little something to do with the tears earlier?”

Stella shrugged. “Probably. It’s also just…been a day.”

“Right. Okay.” Geri straightened up and checked behind Stella. “Does your father know?”

She shook her head. “No, just August. He was there when I took the pregnancy tests.”

“Okay. I’m guessing you haven’t seen a doctor about it either.”

“I…I thought I’d have to tell Dad first….” Should she have already seen a doctor? Was she already messing it all up?

“Yeah, no, that was probably smart. It’d probably be weird to schedule one without telling him what was going on.” Geri smiled reassuringly. “So…. Have you thought at all about what you want to do with the baby? It’d probably be a good idea to get that down before you get a bunch of opinions from your family.”

Stella shook her head. “I’ve thought about it. I just… I don’t know what I want. I know the smart thing to do would be to… to give the baby up up. Let an adult with more money and life experience than me take care of them and give myself time to grow up more. I just…. I’m not sure if that’s what I want. And what about Trevor? I mean, this is his kid too….”

“It’s a lot to think about,” Geri agreed. “But, for what it’s worth, you don’t necessarily have to give them up. You have a lot of adults around you who would happily take care of your baby and still let you be part of their life.”

Stella hadn’t even thought about that. “I… I’ll think about it.”

“You do that.” Geri squeezed her arm reassuringly. “And whenever you’re ready to tell your dad and everyone… Just let me know. I’ll be your backup.”

Stella smiled. “Thanks, Aunt Geri. I have a feeling I’m gonna need it.”

“You definitely will. But it’ll be okay.” Geri hugged her tight and pat her back. “Now go get some sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

“‘Mkay.” Stella yawned and crawled over to where August was already sound asleep.

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The next morning, after breakfast, the four of them headed out- with a few extra guests.

“I still can’t believe I went back for this thing,” Dad muttered, holding the llama’s lead.

“Aw, you’re such a good dad.” Geri laughed.

“Hey, at least we got a cute baby out of it,” August said, holding the newborn in his lap as they rode.

Stella couldn’t stop smiling. “The family’s all together. As it should be.”

It only got better when they got back to the ranch and found out they would be allowed to keep the llamas, which were apparently alpacas, in a new stable Gramps built for them.

She helped get the family settled in. As she fed the baby grass from her hand, something clicked in her heart.

She was going to keep this baby.

Maybe she wasn’t fully ready to be a mom. Maybe she didn’t completely understand what she was signing up for in keeping them. But she knew she wanted to do the right thing; she wanted to keep her family together. It wasn’t going to be easy. There were going to be a lot of people telling her to make a different, more “responsible” choice.

But she was going to do this. She knew she could. She had August and Aunt Geri on her side. And the rest of them would come around. Eventually. They had to, right?

—-----

Even though Stella had made a decision on what she wanted with the baby, she still didn’t know how to tell the family. August was right; she shouldn’t wait too long. And she knew she’d have Aunt Geri’s support when she did. She was just…nervous.

What if they didn’t come around after the initial freakout. What if Dad tried to force her to give up the baby? What if they made her do some religious counseling? What if they never saw her as an adult after this?

What if she ended up alone in all this?

It was enough to keep her quiet during the day and up late during the night.

But something had to give eventually.

That something was a horrible bout of nausea that had Stella out of bed and bolting down the hall at 3 in the morning. She barely made it to the toilet in time to throw up her guts there. As she hugged the toilet, it didn’t take long for much heavier steps to follow her.

“Oh, Stella….”  She felt her dad’s rough hands pulling her hair back. “Easy, easy, it’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing her back.

She groaned and sat back against him, taking a moment of comfort.

“Do you feel okay?” he asked gently. “I mean, besides the puking. You got a fever or anything?”

She shook her head, racking her brain for a non-pregnancy explanation. “I think I just ate something bad,” she muttered.

“Yeah, alright.”

Stella groaned as another wave of nausea hit and she bent over the toilet again. “Why won’t it stop?” she whined.

“I know, babygirl. I’m sorry. I’ll get you some medicine and you can stay home and rest today, okay?”

She nodded meekly, knowing it wasn’t that simple. She made a mental note to text Aunt Geri later. With the morning sickness starting, she wouldn’t be able to hide for much longer.

She was going to have to break the news to everyone, finally.

[weirdestbooks]

Confessions (Wattpad | Ao3)

America’s father was strange and persistent. Ever since the end of last year, he had been messaging America and the other so-called “favorites,” asking them to meet him at his house so he could tell them something important. America had asked some of his other siblings and niblings if they had gotten the invitation, but none of them had, which just made America more curious as to why Britain wanted all of them to meet up. 

It had taken a while, but they had finally reached the point where they could all show up at his house at the same time.

“Okay, does anyone have any idea of what is happening?” America asked New South Wales, Western Australia, South Australia, Tasmania, Queensland, and Australia who had arrived before he had. New South Wales shook his head.

“Nah, mate. None of us Australians know shit. Have you asked the Canadians? Or the Kiwi?” America nodded, and New South Wales sighed. 

“Why is Grandpa so insistent that we have to be here today at the same time? It's not like he invited any of the other favorites. It’s just some Canadians, some Australians, Kiwi, and you.” South Australia commented, crossing his arms.

“Maybe he has something he wants to tell all of you at once?” Caleb suggested for the thousandth time. Normally, America would tell him that they have nothing in common that would require them to be here simultaneously, but he didn't want to look insane in front of his family.

“You told the world you had DID ages ago. Why does it matter?” James asked, his voice gentle like aways.

“Yeah, they already know. They ain’t gonna think you’re crazy,” Conch Republic added.

Ignoring the fact that James was right, America began to start small talk with his Australian family as they waited for the invited Canadians and New Zealand to show up.

“Hey guys! Have you figured out why Dad is so insistent on us showing up today?” British Columbia, followed by Newfoundland and Labrador, Manitoba, and Northwest Territories, said as he approached them.

“No, we were waiting for the rest of you since Dad was so insistent that we all show up together,” Western Australia said with a small smile.

“He’s been a nuisance about that,” Tasmania said. Australia wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“The great British Empire, reduced to begging for his former colonies to come and see him, ain't that right, Tassy?” He said.

“What do you mean, ‘former colonies’? If I recall correctly, none of you have left the Commonwealth yet, which means I'm the only true former colony.”

“We get it, America. You have an ego,” New Zealand said from behind them, finally arriving. Some of America’s family members began snickering at that, along with some of the other alters. America rolled his eyes.

“Ha ha, that's so funny. Well, we’re all here now. Let’s see what Dad wants. I hope it’s quick, though, because I have things I need to do,” he said.

“Delly said it's okay if you need to miss his pseudo birthday. He knows you fought to get a different date, and it's not like anyone remembers this is his pseudo birthday anyways.” Molossia commented.

“Like what, inflate your ego some more?” South Australia asked, causing another round of snickering.

“He probably wants to since we are all attacking it. You can’t see how he's trying to say he doesn't have an ego.” Queensland said.

Queensland was, unfortunately, right. America flipped her off and then opened the door to their father’s house. Tasmania had picked the lock while they were making small talk earlier. 

“Grandfather! We are here! Please tell us why you wanted us all here!” New Zealand yelled. 

“In the kitchen! Take off your shoes at the door, especially the Australians!”

“Calling us out specifically, huh, Grandpa?” Queensland asked.

“You are all crazy and spend half your time doing dangerous stunts that will get you killed,” Their father yelled back at her.

“You’re right, but hey!” Australia said, not making any moves to remove his shoes, tracking dirt everywhere. America tried his best to hold down his snickers, as he had also not removed his shoes.

“People said he was basically an American colony during World War Two for a reason,” Caleb commented, prompting a snort of laughter from Eastport. 

Well, pushing aside the fact that America might have semi-adopted his nephew, their group made their way into the kitchen, where England and Britain were arguing in sign language.

“If you guys are going to argue, we can come back later,” Manitoba said, stopping the argument in its tracks.

“Wow, if they had stopped arguing, they must have really wanted us here," Newfoundland and Labrador whispered to Western Australia, who did her best to stifle her giggles.  

“I can hear you,” their father said, his tone lacking amusement.

“Good,” Western Australia shot back. Their father rolled his eyes, and England slunk out of the room, giving their father one last glance.

“What was that about?” Northwest Territories asked. Their father waved his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it, Northwest. That’s something me and England have to work out ourselves. Now, for why I called you here.”

“Finally.” South Australia said, straightening up. Their father exhaled once, looking like he was trying to calm his nerves.

“I’ve been lying to you for a long time.” He said. America snorted as James murmured no shit.

“Yeah, we know you are a liar. But you’ve been getting better at that.” America said.

“Yeah, Uncle Ame is right. You’ve been better at that. If that is all you needed to say, Grandfather, I think you might be disappointed to know we already knew that.” New Zealand added.

“Yes, I knew you were aware of that. But this is more of a secret England wanted me to keep. It’s part of why we were arguing when you came in.” Their father said. America could see several members of the group perk up at that. 

“And you are telling us?” Australia asked.

“Yes…all of you were called ‘favorites’ by many of my former colonies. I know not all of the so-called favorites are here right now, but there’s a reason for that. See, you twelve are the colonies I tried to protect by keeping secrets from you. The fact that you had another parent.”

America froze.

“WHAT?” New South Wales exclaimed, baring his teeth. Their father raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“My children, I never wanted to hurt you with this, but I believe you have finally matured into wonderful people who were ready to learn that uncomfortable fact. Rest assured, though, I did this to protect and help you.” His father put a hand on America’s cheek and smiled at him, and America felt sick. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t. He was frozen in place, shaking legs and a pressure in his throat. He wanted to cry and scream and stop feeling comforted by the hand on his face.

But America just stood there and stared into his father’s eyes, which were empty of regret.

“I did this out of love. It’s what allowed you to be so well-behaved and favorites as well,” he said, pulling his hand back before crossing his arms, looking smug as he did so.

“Dad…please tell me you’re lying…” Manitoba said

“He has to be! My kids are here! If they had other parents, we would know!” New South Wales insisted.

“Hey, yeah, Dad’s right. If we had other parents, we would know. After all, Northwest's kids knew!” Tasmania said. 

“Well, he did. Once upon a time. But he planned to tell you before you were mature enough to understand that. I tried to convince him to back down, but he refused. So I fixed that. As for Northwest, well they chose to stay silent. It was a smart choice on their part. After all, they were always mature.” Britain said. New South Wales collapsed as Queensland and South Australia rushed to catch him, chest heaving as he fought off what looked like a panic attack.

“And yet I wasn’t told about my other parent.” Northwest Territories said quietly. Britain shot him a small smile.

“Well, you didn't need to know that. You just needed to know your place, lest you end up like him,” Britain said, gesturing to New South Wales.

“What did you do to me?” Said the state in a broken tone, clearly hurt by the betrayal. America was too and was half convinced James and Caleb were the only reason they were still standing. As they slowly began fronting, the Conch Republic threatened murder against Britain.

“I just fixed your problems and removed some corruption. I know this might hurt to hear, but I do love you, NSW. That's why I had to hurt you, even though I didn’t want to,” Britain said, his words sounding like empty promises.

But you could hear it in his voice.

“He is actually serious about what he’s saying! He actually believes that what was most likely torture was for some bullshit greater good and actually thinks it helped his son. He’s delusional! I know he abused you despite you being a favorite, but I didn't realize that other favorites were treated worse!” Molossia ranted, anger in his voice.

“I wasn’t abused,” Ameriac said softly, not knowing if it was him trying to convince the clothes or him trying to convince him. America lowered his head to make eye contact with his father. “I wasn’t abused, right?”

“America…” James murmured.

America hated how small and weak his voice sounded. Britain looked offended at America, even suggesting that.

“Of course not!” He said, causing relief to fill America’s body, relief that was quickly replaced by horror as he continued his statement, “I mean, even though you might have known, England used your martial law to fix that, so we wouldn’t have to hurt you, and that way you wouldn’t go running off with the natives and get yourself killed.” 

America’s knees finally gave out, and Australia scrambled to catch them, tears rolling down the Australian’s face. Was he crying for America or his father? America didn’t know. But did he really ever know anything?

Tears were appearing in his eyes, and his breath began to get more and more uneven and shaky.

“America breathe. You have to breathe.” James said.

America…he didn’t think the marital law had affected him that badly. What else did England force him to believe…and to forget?

“What else?” America asked shakily, in a small moment where his breathing evened out.

“What else what?” his father asked, the same fucking smile on his face as if he hadn’t just told America that England mind-controlled him into forgetting he had a mother, mind-controlled him into forgetting so much about himself.

“What else did England do to me?” America snarled out as someone else began co-fronting, helping them stay standing as fury pumped through their veins.

“He just ensured you’d be loyal to the church and the government. It’s no big deal. Honestly, you twelve are being so dramatic. It’s not like you can even talk to your other parents. They’re most likely dead. And if they aren’t, well, I don’t remember who they were. It was useless information. You can find out on your own.”

“But what if they're dead?” Newfoundland and Labrador asked, her arms wrapped tightly across her body.

“Well, I think that’s more your fault than mine. Canada and America were always better at hurting the natives than I was. If you North Americans need someone to blame for the deaths of your family, blame them.” Their father said casually. A loud ringing began in America's ears, and he pulled away, letting whoever was co-fronting take charge.

He had to get away. America needed to get away.

—————————

America was in his bedroom now, in his apartment in Washington. He had left the country world. The ringing in his ears was still present but quieter than it had been before.

“Guys.” America asked softly, “What happened?"

“You started having a panic attack. I know you don’t like anyone seeing them, so James began co-fronting and left the group. You’ve been asleep for a little while since then.” Unorganized Territory explained.

“You also missed Northwest Territories decking Britain!” Molossia exclaimed.

America exhaled a little sigh of relief before smiling slightly at Molossia’s comments, although the smile quickly faded.

“Thanks, James. You’re a lifesaver.” America said before curling up in the fetal position.

“He knows…but are you alright, America?” Caleb asked, his voice gentle

“No. I feel sick and betrayed and…and…I can’t believe…England fucking took advantage of the martial law to like…fucking brainwash me or some shit. Is this even my real personality? How much of me did he change? Why didn’t I fucking notice something was wrong?” America stood up and left the bedroom, pacing around the room as he tried to control his growing anxiety. 

“He couldn't have changed everything. Besides, you’ve grown a lot since then. Any of your real self that was buried can and probably has come back.” Conch Republic pointed out.

“You aren’t as changed as he wants you to think, either. I knew you then, and I know you now. Not everything gone is dead. Besides, we have Yapam still, so it’s still there somewhere,” James added, and America could tell from his tone of voice that he was smiling gently.

America passed by the open door to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He paused and then walked into the room, flicking on the lights as he did so. America was still in his country form, his stars moving around frantically, a sign of his anxiety.

America dropped his country form, letting his human form appear. America looked at himself in the mirror and burst into tears.

How was America so fucking stupid as to not see it before?

Did England use the martial law to ensure that America wouldn't see it until he and Britain wanted him to?             

How did America not see how non-white he was?

And what Britain had said before James began fronting.

America killed his mother.

“He’s a manipulative liar! Why are you trusting him? Why are you blaming England and yourself but not him?” Molossia ranted.

“Because he’s right. I killed my mother. I…I…this is my fault.” America said panic swelling. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t—

America brought himself back to the country world, in his house, trying his best to block out the others' attempts to make him think he wasn't at fault when he so clearly was.

They were wrong. America was a monster.

[sp00ky-scary]

I redesigned Harvey Dent

Basically all I did was make him gayer, anyway time for design notes and bonus Harvey without the coat

I'm not explaining how he became Two-Face because that would literally just be me explaining the lead up to and the plot of the Long Halloween with a few changes. I will however explain other parts of his life though… mostly just because I have to in order to explain his mental disorder. But what I will say is he and Bruce Wayne attended school together and were really good friends up until he became Two-Face. At which point their relationship became strained and difficult but Bruce would still describe them as friends, Two-Face idk if he would.

So basically as is almost a requirement for rogues at this point, Harvey had a really shit childhood. Mostly in relation to his father who was insanely abusive, this abuse led to Harvey developing DID (dissociative identity disorder) with his only alter being Harv (idk that's just the name I'm going with for now). Harv like in theory would be considered a protector but like he goes about it in not great ways, in some ways mirroring their fathers actions. Prior to becoming Two-Face, Harv like wouldn't front fully except when Harvey was in like really bad situations, and once Harvey left home was pretty I guess dormant until the Long Halloween stuff. To note Harvey was to some degree aware of Harv but didn't really understand like what was going on for a really long time. When Harvey had his mental break after the incident that left him disfigured, that and all the events leading up to it resulted in both Harvey and Harv fronting at the same time, and from then on it's very rare for only one of them to front. (I know that's like a bit illogical but we're also talking about Batman villains here).

I would like to clarify all the events during the Long Halloween prior to the incident were like 100% Harvey, like Harv was not involved, if anything Harv probably would've been more inclined to prevent Harvey's actions. Anyway personality time, pre Two-Face Harvey was basically a golden boy with a few anger issues, and despite his apparent belief in the justice system and doing stuff the right way, he didn't really adhere to all that (see literally everything that happened in the Long Halloween). Basically despite how others saw him as like a beacon of morality and like wanting the best for Gotham and being a good person, he like actually wasn't great, although admittedly as assistant D.A and D.A he did do some good work. Post becoming Two-Face he's obsessed with duality and his warped version of morality and justice, and is more openly violent. Harv isn't like the same as Harvey but they do share similarities, he's very defensive and protective, but he's more impulsive and his actions are based more on instinct and anger, and in terms of violence he's not more violent he's just a bit more sadistic. But really Harv exists in theory to do what's best for Harvey, and it isn't a case of Harvey's good and Harv's bad, both are complicated and the idea that one of them is good and the other is bad is a result of Harvey and his almost hatred of Harv, often projecting his issues onto him and for a long time believing that Harv is evil and a culmination of the negative parts of himself. Harvey had to spend a lot of years doing a lot of self reflection and therapy and stuff and it took him a long time to come to terms with Harv and the reality of their situation. I would like to note they do still have the coin gimmick, sometimes it is "do we do the right thing or the wrong thing" but sometimes the "right" thing and the "wrong" thing are both not great things, because as I said Harvey's prescribing to his own warped sense of morality and justice (also the coin is his dad's coin).

Okay design notes, he dresses pretty boring and basic before becoming Two-Face, because well he's a D.A not much room for fashion there, although he did always have some interest in fashion and like different styles of clothing but never got like the chance to explore that. As Two-Face they has the whole split gimmick with their clothes, the "Harvey" side often being nicer more toned down clothes, and the "Harv" side being more unusual clothes with clashing patterns and colours. Sometimes they do dress "nicer" but they'll still maintain the whole 50/50 split thing. As a result of the incident the left side of his face, part of the left of their neck, most of gis left hand and forearm, are disfigured, with a few patches across their chest and left upper arm from where the acid melted through Harvey's clothes. Don't question how he has more hair and how it's not really fried, comic logic. Also just to be "quirky" and "different" I guess his face isn't split exactly 50/50 I just liked the look of it being more uneven better. Oh also he still wears his wedding ring. Arkham, Two-Face is pretty chill unless someone sets them off so they don't have to deal with cuffs or a straight jacket or anything when out of their cell. I don't know how they got a mismatched uniform, I personally think it's funny if Arkham did it specially hoping that somehow it'd make them more content with being in a fucking asylum.

Random additional notes, they're bi, both Harvey and Harv although Harv doesn't particularly care for any kind of relationship. I wouldn't say they're friends with any of the rogues, but they've had close relationships with a few of them but those relationships do not last and often turn sour. I like to think they know how to sew and tailor and a lot of their clothes are made/modified by them. Also to clarify the use of both he/him and they/them pronouns. He/him is used if I'm referring to Harvey or Harv individually, they/them if I'm referring to them together since they do share a body and are both fronting the majority of the time.

[endermahn]

IFHY!

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (not made)

Plot: Wenclair fic but Wednesday and Enid don’t make up ep 8 and Wednesday goes insane after that scene.

IDEA FROM AN EDIT BY “emmamyerswife1” ON TT

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of Blood, Knives, detailed-ish Description of death, Major character death, OOC Wednesday, slightly out of character Enid(??), LOTS OF SWEARING! Co-dependancy basically, Wednesday is a psychopath Wednesday with psychopathic tendencies.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage this behaviour, it’s just a fic, if you do feel like this, I urge you to seek help, it ISNT a healthy coping mechanism and can hurt you and who you feel this way for!

An: Xavier doesn’t exist in this fic because of the actor’s actions. His studio is just left untouched and empty, so is his dorm 👍 ALSO, PLEASE DONT BRING UP REPEATED JOKES IF THERE ARE ANY, I WROTE THIS ACROSS A COUPLE OF DAYS AND TELL HORRIBLE DAD JOKES 💀 BEAR WITH ME, OKAY

IFHY - Tyler the creator.

——————

8 days after the fight, 11:30pm

She was hyper aware of every move she made, every thing she left and every mark she made. And thats why she had prepared for this, cleaning products, anything to hide what was about to happen.

She was also hyper aware he could hear her, that whatever she said would be taken with the heaviest of weights.

“I wonder if it would be easier to just break you in stone form” she mused. “Or are you not fully stone?” She let a smirk grace her face, just this once.

Wednesday stands up and travels to her backpack, searching it for a very specific item again.

She had a total of 4 hours until he would turn back. That gave her plenty of time to decide which one of her malicious plans would be the true winner.

Of course she had prepared a base plan, first, incase she couldn’t decide fast enough to put either plan into motion. But she wouldn’t be needing it.

“Hm.. These will do.” She stood up. Double latex gloves that she had altered to have much better grip. Even though the suit had glove-like fabric, she didn’t want to chance anything tonight.

——————

00:00am. 3 hours, 30 minutes until he turns back.

After quite the while of cleaning, adjusting, editing, Wednesday had done it, cleaned her tracks, her marks, her boot stains. Even though they were new and they were going to be thrown away, its still better than having them discovered and checked.

“Time to get up.” She walks over to the mound of stone and grabs him by his underarms.

Then, with a little strain, she picks him up and places him on the cold, tile floor. Puts her bag on.

Despite her height the raven haired girl’s strength was unmatched. she then picks him up horizontally.

“No mountain will get between me and Enid. No matter how annoying.”

——————

The woods, abandoned studio. 2 hours, 43 left until unstone-ment. (2:43am.)

“We have arrived. Arent you just delighted?” She revelled in the silence that came after. The voice changer just made this all the better, she sounded so skin crawling, anyway. The voice changer amplified the fear factor.

Maybe they’ll make a movie about her.

The door was kicked open, the lock that stayed firmly on one side of the door, not locking it just yet, clanked noisily. But did it really matter? Who was going to hear?

Certainly not the birds, Wednesday had made friends, and birds do have a wonderful memory. They would pass on the message to vouch for her, to interfere with anyone who did her wrong in the view of one of them.

The birds reminded Wednesday of herself, how if anyone even looked at Enid the wrong way how she would disadvantage them in a small way or another. You muttered something about the wolf? Suddenly your homework had disappeared that was due next period, even though you checked your pocket two seconds ago.

“He.” was seated uncomfortably in a wooden, electric chair like, chair.

“I have waited for this for so long, you would never begin to understand how much this will satisfy me, how your death is a sacrifice to a better cause, something much bigger than you. How much joy this will bring everyone. How much joy your death will bring to us. And the fact you were so adamant to be killed, its like you wanted to be killed just as much as i wanted to kill you.” While voicing what used to be inner thoughts, she rested her head on the wall and took a breath in to steady herself for whats next to come.

She reached back for her bag, assorting and organising each tool, each one varying in size and effectiveness. All was to say, he was going to die tonight. No matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he fought against her.

You could say her decision was set in stone.

Wednesday laughs to herself, as she keeps laying out everything. “You know why this is happening, correct? There is no way you do not. She.. the world is hers, the stars yearn for her attention, the sun can only dream of shining brighter than her.”

The ravenette’s voice becomes awfully dreamy, almost sickeningly sweet. It sounded off, like it didn’t and never would fit her face.

“Enid.”

Everything sent silent, only the clanking of tools being audible. She could sense the vibe become more sinister, almost as if “his” demeanour had altered the whole room.

“Well,” she supposed to herself. “It kind of did. Its not like hes dead, yet. His vibe can still be felt.”

And it was true. He wasn’t dead yet.

She then bellowed an unnatural laugh again. The voice changer making it sound as if she were laughing in a commercial.

“You have to know who i am, Mr Petropolus. I know you aren’t the sharpest chisel in the shed, but its been oh, so painfully obvious.” She didnt bat an eye, much less turn around as she said this.

“Actually, I wont ruin the main event just yet. We still have quite the way to go.” At this point she was just letting words roll off her tongue as she set up.

“I cant even say your name. It disgusts me. You disgust me. How dare you take her. You don’t deserve her. You don’t deserve anything you get. Even what im going to do to you is a gracious death.” She scoffed.

She got rope a clock, a bin bag, and a smaller of the chisels. Silently she tied him up best she could with his position.

“I wont lie to you, so I will not say that I am sorry.”

She then sat down, cross legged. placed the clock and bin-bag near one of the chair legs, the bin bag going just in-front of him.

With the chisel, she took it to any defining features, first his foot, chipping away at the bottom.

She felt the atmosphere become desperate and dire. She felt him become in more and more distress, more and more pain. And that was her aim, really. He had to pay, and if she could get as much out of the way now, that meant less clean up later.

She then stood up and chiselled away his fingers, one by one. She let herself openly smile behind the mask while she felt the mood changing constantly, the terror filling her with a sense of euphoria, with a sense of relief. In fact, this felt like some sort of outlet to her, some sort of outlet for her feelings.

Maybe she should get into sculpting, it seemed to be helping.

She continued doing this, carefully chipping away at everything and anything that could identify him as who he was.

And it wasn’t like she even had to chisel away his snakes, either. If anything it would help her get away with it if worse came to worse and he was found.

The Jericho police, despite desperately claiming it wasn’t true, delayed any outcast cases. Hell, there isnt and never was any outcast’s on the police team to even change this.

They hate outcasts, which is why she knows that his death will be chalked up to the scary outcast monster in the woods, turning on “their own kind” and killing him.

How does she know this? Well, its the easiest thing to do to shut the case the fastest, all she had to do was claim one o his body parts and leave the rest in the woods somewhere.

The faster the case for an outcast is shut, the better. And who wouldn’t believe that the Hyde killed him? Stole one body part for something or other and scampered away with it?

They believed the monster was a bear for much longer than they should have, so this was child’s play.

After she was done, she looked at her work.

He reminded her of deteriorated angels, how their eyes would be pits of black, how horrifyingly beautiful theyd be, praying to someone who would never restore them, never save them, who could never wash their sins in the eyes of others.

Every piece of everything was gone. He was no longer him, he was a shell of a human. And she wasn’t even finished.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #222

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? I mean... compared to the lives of ordinary adults my age, that would be most days for me. I have nothing but free time and I'm not exactly skilled at putting it to good use.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? I firmly believe I have, at the bare minimum of twice. I think an old home of mine was haunted or some shit, weird things happened there.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? Hell if I know. I'm sure it was while traveling, though.

What museums have you visited, if any? I literally think I've only visited one, the local one in my city... which is abysmally depressing to say. I love the idea of museums, and the one we have here is immensely sub-par. I would love to visit a good one, especially one with fossil displays.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? No, thankfully. I mean, our current neighbor's dog doesn't shut up half the time, but unless I'm not listening to something in the spare room (the room closest to where she is in the neighbor's [fenced] yard), I don't hear her in here.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? No.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? I suck at all math. According to the autism eval I took, I apparently need an IEP in mathematics. During my last college attempt, I literally failed ALGEBRA ONE miserably, but I will say I really didn't like how my teacher taught, he was all about weird shortcuts. Even when I tried tutoring though, I was humiliated that just nothing made sense. It's a bit strange, though; up through high school, I could handle math, but it was always my weakest subject. I wasn't an A student in it. I just go so much worse when I left high school. I don't know if it could be the results of overmedication (which I hold responsible for my memory issues), trauma (trauma can have effects you wouldn't guess, and I firmly believe it altered how I process information), or what.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I get excited. I love music, so it's something to bond over.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? "In a sense. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time, or "the stars align." But as a force, not really." <<< Literally this.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Only if the food is messy, and I don't generally like eating messy food anyway because *I* don't like getting messy.

Have you ever considered going to art school? I went to the Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online and got scammedddddd <33333

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? My sister's shitty husband.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? No.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yes. Mom WAY more actively than Dad, but.

How often do you take the train to go places? Never.

Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No.

Do you have the right time set on your microwave? Yes.

Do you have any old newspaper articles? Why? No.

Do you have a flat screen tv or just a regular box? We have a decently large flat-screen. It's not something we could ever afford now; it's as old as when my parents were still together.

Do you have a radar detector for your car? No.

Have you ever been arrested? For what? No.

Do you know how to change the oil in your car? Nope.

Do you like Tootsie Rolls? I don't.

Are you seeing anybody currently? I've been dating the same someone for almost three years now.

Do you like it when it snows? I fucking love when it snows. It doesn't happen often here. It sticks even less often.

Where do you do most of your shopping? Walmart.

Do you have a big yard? Big no, the front and back are very small.

Do you live in the country or the city? A development just outside a city. Still basically city.

At what age did you obtain your driver license? I'm 28 and still don't have it; I probably never will. It is better for me and everyone else on the road. I WISH I could drive, but it's just not a safe option right now.

What are you favorite kind of chips? Hot crunchy Cheetos

Where did you go today? My primary doctor for a check-up. Our car is still toast so we were lucky enough that they offered transportation.

Are you sleepy right now? Extremely. I stayed up way too late last night to have to wake up early like I had to.

What color is your mousepad? Black.

Do you get your eyebrows waxed? No. I don't care enough.

Has anyone given you flowers recently? Not recently.

Has anyone you know been arrested recently? No.

Do you have more than 1 email address? Yes.

Do you have central heating and air? Yes. Especially this time of year, I'd fucking die without it.

Are there any plants in your house? There's a decent amount because of Mom. I think it's mostly pothos.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather? COLD

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid, I hate bar soap.

Do you wear any perfumes/colognes on a regular basis? No.

Do you have high or low self-esteem levels? Abysmally low.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song? Um... I feel like it was a good few days ago. "Zwitter" by Rammstein.

Do you like mint or orange-flavored chocolate? Mint, yes. I don't feel like I've tried orange-flavored chocolate. I can imagine myself not liking the combo, but I can't guarantee that.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? Around a week ago when Mom made chicken fried rice.

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech) I like how German sounds, but I also think I have a bias because when I hear it, I like to see how much I can translate.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? Lyrics.

Name something simple that makes you happy. A cold drink when I'm really thirsty. Sunrises and sunsets. The sound of rain. I'm very pleased that I'm pretty good at identifying small happinesses.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to? Electric guitar, violin, harp, piano, lots others.

Pick one: Books, movies or music? Music.

What was the last book you read about? It was a book in the Warriors series, in the "A Vision of Shadows" arc. The books are pretty thick with various events, but the primary plot was the Clans coming together to oust an invasion of murderous rogues that nearly destroyed their way of life.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? I don't really do this unless I'm joking and making an obvious reference. I don't remember what it was anyway, though.

Can you put your legs behind your head? Hell no.

Do you forget things easily? You would not BELIEVE how horrendous my memory is. Like it is unfuckingreal. I feel like being overmedicated for so, so long is the reason, it just ate away at my brain.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist? Male.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them? I did as a pre-teen/teenager.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high-pitched, etc) I think it's somewhat deep for a woman, but not to where it sounds traditionally masculine. I tend to stutter and I can either talk too quietly or, if I'm excited or in some way passionate or just confident in an explanation, I've had it pointed out I speak too loudly.

What was the last topic you read about on Wikipedia? So I opened the page to Kamala Harris's political policies, but I promptly left it and read on a platform that isn't edited by random-ass people and wouldn't be rife with biases. I feel like in light of... recent events, I need to be more aware than ever of the policies of people who have a chance of having a say in my country's politics. I don't like Biden (But DO NOT BE MISTAKEN, I hate Trump a HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL of a lot more), but I have this hope that maybe Kamala will replace him. How, figure it out yourself.

Have you ever donated money to Wikipedia? No, that would be so low on my priorities of things to donate to if I even had money.

What board games did you play when you were growing up? A lot of Cranium brand games, Candyland, Life (modified rules to be easier for kids), Monopoly (modified rules for same reason), Mouse Trap (ngl we mostly played with the parts than the actual game haha), Operation, Checkers, I had a Crocodile Hunter game I loved, Battleship, lots of others. We had a big stock of board games to choose from.

Do you know any sign language? No.

When was the last time you bought new clothes? What did you get? Holy hell I have no idea.

Do you ever watch streamers on Twitch? Hazelnuttygames, sometimes. She's a WoW streamer.

Has your house ever been broken into? How did you find out? There was an attempt at my childhood home, but they didn't get in.

What do you usually eat for breakfast? Generally cereal.

Are you overwhelmed right now? Ha! Not as bad as I was yesterday. I reached a capacity of stress yesterday that for the vast majority of the day, I completely shut down. I don't remember the last time I was that stressed because of just everything going on in my life and in my country.

Did you share a bedroom with someone when you were growing up? My younger sister Nicole, yes.

How many group chats are you in? Do you participate in them much? I'm in one with Mazzy and Tez, and that's the only group chat I truly contribute to. I'm in the Tumblr community's Rammstein Discord, and I talk only rarely because it's just so busy and overwhelming that I get stressed trying to keep up lol.

Are you still in touch with any of your exes? No.

What do you do for work? I am humiliated to be my age (and not considered properly disabled) and not work. I'm trying my best to build a freelance nature photography career, but... that's a monumental task, if I'm honest. But I'm still trying. Freelance art is FUCKING HARD to make a living with.

Were you upset when you found out certain things weren’t real? (Santa, Tooth Fairy…) No. I was old enough by then to have doubted, so I wasn't surprised.

Name something you’re proud of. Brag a little bit. One of my proudest achievements is getting a Daily Deviation on deviantART. It's the biggest honor you can get on the site and is (generally, especially without connections) very hard to obtain.

Which store would you like to win $1000 for? Rebel's Market.

Do you pay any attention to celebrity drama? No. The only celeb drama I've ever paid attention to was when Till from Rammstein was forced into it by a sexual misconduct accusation. He's fucking innocent btw, this is well-supported, but Germany tends to hate Rammstein for unsound reasons and will NEVER cover the positives of the band. Any time his accuser was revealed to be full of absolute bullshit, their popular media never covered it. I don't want ANY assumptions made about me and my stance on sexual assault involving celebrities, you take EVERY accusation seriously and I kept my mouth shut while the investigation went down, I wanted the facts, and the facts are fucking nothing was found that damned Till. I don't defend him because he's in a band that I love, I defend him because of the absolute fucking lack of evidence and the documented bullshittery of Shelby (accuser). If there was actual evidence that Till was a sexual predator, I would drop my support of him so fuckin' fast, I can stake my life on that. I don't fuck with sexual predators, whether I'd originally liked them or not. I don't play that "but that's my homie!!!" game. WOW this was a ramble but I feel very strongly on this, it was such an ordeal.

What popular food do you dislike? Fried chicken wings. A LOT of things if I think about it for a moment.

Do you have any cats? Yes, Roman.

How many slices of pizza can you eat in 1 sitting? Rarely two; I usually have three. If I'm incredibly hungry, four. Of course, this does depend on the size of the slices.

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I know i'm a few days late but untitled doctor who fic?

It's never too late. So this one is one I'm not sure I will ever write or if I do I would change some things. I went through a phase of shipping Donna and the Doctor, but I don't really ship them so much any more. Like I don't mind them, but I don't know if it's enough to write a fic about them. Anyway here it goes. Note David Nobel is Ten 2.0 or whatever you want to call him.

Two Years after The Doctor left them here David Noble and Rose Tyler talk about how things are not working out between them as Rose has come to the realization that she was not in love with The Doctor, but was in love with traveling with him and David knows that he only loves Rose because The Doctor did or at least he thought he did, but upon searching the Doctor's memories more closely David can see that that was not the case. When David's TARDIS is done growing, He and Rose begin to travel through space and time. Rose can see that he is enjoying himself , but she can also see that he wishes he had a family. She suggests to him that he go back to the other universe to be with Donna and The Doctor because they are the closes thing he has to a Mum and Dad. David agrees to this and they begin looking for a way to do this. David and Rose find a place in time and space where the fabric between universe is thin and he could slip through with out hurting anything if done at the right time and in the right way. They use the TARDIS to do this, but the TARDIS stays with Rose. David finds himself in the other universe and begins searching for a way to save Donna as he knows what was going to happen to Donna after the meta-crises and has a good idea what The Doctor did about it. He learns about The Manus Maleficus a gauntlet that can shape and alter reality and after finding it he goes in search of Donna. Else where Jenny who has been traveling in the hopes of running into her Dad again finds herself on Earth and runs into Donna. In her excitement to see Donna she dose not realize that Donna does not know who she is and ends up bringing her memories back and putting her in danger again. David comes to Earth and is goes looking for Jack Harkness because he know he will need help to use The Manus Maleficus, but before he can find him he finds Jenny and Donna and though he is surprised that Jenny is alive he knows that since she is a Time Lady she can use The Manus Maleficus safely without needing help. Jenny Uses The Manus Maleficus to save Donna and in doing so turns her into a Time Lady and since she doesn't really know what she is doing, with just a thought she turns David into one as well and gives The Doctor more Regeneration lives. Somewhere in the universe The Doctor feels the change and goes to investigate and finds Jenny, David and Donna. Donna yells at him and storms off back home. The Doctor takes Jenny and David back to the TARDIS. They all talk about whats happens and The Doctor learns about The Manus Malefius and how David stole it Donna Talks with her grandad about everything and how she is unsure what she want's to do now, but after her talk with him she decides that she still want's to travel with The Doctor and goes to find him. She finds the TARDIS and she and the Doctor talk. They all go off to return the stolen gauntlet. David pulls Jenny aside and enlists her help to set Donna and The Doctor up as he can tell from there memories how much they really care about each other even though they have yet to figure this out for themselves. I haven't written much on this one, but here is a small snippet.

"So it's ready then?" Rose asked. "Yup." he said hoping the p. "Or at least is should be." "Right then." Rose grinned. "What are we waiting for?" David grinned back. "Allons-y!" With a touch of his hand the door of the brand new TARDIS capsule slid open and he waited for Rose as she slipped past him and then followed her in, they both stood staring around the large control room. The walls were a basic white with round glowing circles all over them and plain white doors led away to other parts of the time ship. In the middle stood the control console with the time column at its centre and David could feel the ship humming with life. "Oh aren't you beautiful."he breathed in a whisper. The TARDIS gave a small thrum in response. He passed Rose as he moved to stand by the console, letting his hand run over the controls. "So where are we gonna go?" Rose asked, moving to join him. He turned and grinned at her. "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere." she breathed and he could feel an excitement floating around her. "Alright then" he said moving around the console flipping switches, pulling levers and hitting buttons. "Anywhere it is." The time column began to pulse up and down and the familiar sound of wheezing and groaning filled the room. "Is there really a place called anywhere?" Rose asked coming around the console so she could see him. "Well there is a place that translated into english is Anywhere…Well assuming that is, that it exists in this universe and that is has the same name.

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Seriously distraught for this trans guy on Reddit asking for help because post-COVID he’s developed transphobic intrusive thoughts that he’s absolutely unable to shake and in his own words felt like “[he] was stupid and naive before, and finally woke up” and almost every single comment was absolute cringefail idiots being like “COVID can’t do that to you. Go to therapy.” with not only no sympathy but talking completely out of their ass. Like 75% of the time when I tell people about my experience with mental health plummeting post-COVID they very clearly do not believe me or are kinda like “huh… are you sure you weren’t just stressed out about having COVID?” and I want to grab them throttle them scream at them NO I have dealt with mental health issues my whole life and I cannot begin to put into words the absolute extreme severity of the symptoms here, it literally felt like an altered state it felt like the worst bad trip of my life I was throwing up sobbing myself to sleep having panic attacks daily, trauma resurfacing that I had not thought about in years, trying to journal would result in pages and pages of incoherent rambling about how terrified I was, FULLY convinced I had uncovered some hidden truth about the universe and that I would never be able to return to normalcy which is literally a documented sign of bad trips in altered states as well as psychosis, like this was a full-blown psychotic episode unlike anything I’d had since I was a teenager and even at my absolute most peaceful moments I had this unshakeable sense of unease and discomfort that just felt like it was my new natural state. I know other people who had this experience as well, each person I talked to who could relate reported a different way their brains turned against them and everything they believed in started raveling. My dad’s mental health plummeted post-COVID and he became convinced that the war in his home country meant there is no hope for humanity’s or his family’s future. Very real fears brought to the forefront to such an extreme degree my mom was calling me begging me to try to talk to him because he wasn’t himself. Afterwards he said it felt like a bad trip. Angel experienced something similar, I know someone else who was hospitalized for anxiety attacks twice in one week, etc. And this took MONTHS to dissipate, literally symptoms started sometime late January-early February last year and absolutely did not let up until sometime around May or June of the same year, slowly improving month by month until my head was finally clear. I had been thinking about this experience recently anyway because this is the “anniversary” of it right now and it absolutely left me with some long-term trauma I’m still working through but seeing someone else describe the exact same experience and be met with “COVID can’t do that” is shaking me to my fucking core rn lmao.