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nightcolorz · 3 years ago

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Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

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mystech-master · 4 years ago

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F/GO High School/Modern AU BS

Me and @rex101111 have been talking about a modern/HS AU ft. as many Chaldean servants as possible. Here are the ideas we came up with (I am pretty much cut and pasting our message convo, so this is a mixture of both me and Rex's ideas):

Gil is the douchbag Senior everyone hates but his dad owns the school or whatever so he can do whatever he wants. The only decent person who willingly hangs out with him is his childhood friend Enkidu who's hoping he can un-douch his bro. He has kid Gil as his little brother and Caster Gil as his older bro who both agree that he sucks (Gil is the loser middle child of the family), Caster Gil wonders what Enkidu sees in his shit head brother. "He's too good for you." "Blow it out your ass." "One day he's going to wise up, see how much of a shit you are, and when you're all alone don't come crying to me." Caster Gil is in college studying political science, Kid Gil goes to a fancy boarding school. Archer Gil goofs off and throws parties

Scathach is a swimming class teacher, mainly b/c I recall underwater training being a part of Cu's regiment under her tutelage. People were jealous of the Cus for like two seconds when they find out the swim teacher is their mom, then they see her having them do an extra twenty laps and ignoring when OG Cu starts floating in the water. "CU DIED!" "YOU'RE NOT HUMAN!" while Scathach is like "you have two seconds to stop playing around before I ACTUALLY drown you" and he's back to doing laps.

Yeah with 4-5 Cus (if you count Setanta from Arcade) that is like 5 brothers.

Nightingale as school nurse, she is friends with Asclepius who works at a hospital associated with the school (strictly professional, but the students think otherwise).

Side note, keep in mind you can have multiple servants be the same type of teacher, just for different classes/grades.

King Hassan is the old Religious History teacher. Every one thinks he's older then the rock is the school is made out of. He has a scary face and a scarier voice but most students consider him the most fair and patient teacher in the whole school. He always gets a lot of food gifts before Ramadan form the students. (A few students, such as the Guda twins and Mash, call him gramps.) The other Hassans are his grandkids, like actual grandkids. He's super strict with them because he expects a lot from them. He always praises them when they do well though. He made sure they ALL got into his class and they've been living in fear ever since. They love their grandpa but by Allah they know not to disappoint him. The only one to ever get out of anything is kid Hassan (one of the hundred face). Cursed Arm is oldest, then Asako (the main hundred face), then Serenity.

"I am very disappointed in ALL of you, have you all lost your heads? I swear I-*to kid Hassan*-ah no Habibi not you you're fine here have a candy-*back to the rest*-I KNOW you're better than this!"

VERY traditional guy, Cursed Arm mutters "Oh for God's sake" while doing a pop quiz and King Hassan looms over him and growls, "No Blaspheming In This Class Room"

For the various Artoria/Arturias, I imagined Lancer and Lancer Alter being sisters, so Saber Alter is a cousin. That leaves everyone else to just be sisters with one brother. Mother Lartoria owns a casino and gas her own yacht in reference to the summer event where she became a Ruler. If you want MHX could be a part of the family as a massive fucking Star Wars nerd. MHXX and MHX Alter are her mom and sister (so MHXX is a third sister for the two Lancer Artorias)

For Irisviel, I remember in one of the Nero Fest things that she was called Therapist Iri. Maybe she starts to get into that b/c she wants to help her adoptive son Shirou (instead of a big fire like in Zero it can be an orphanage fire thing, similar situation but a much smaller scale) , so she is the school therapist/psychiatrist. Like Maruki in P5 Royal.

Iskandar died in his 30s, Waver is around his 30s as Lord El Melloi II. The two are old college friends who still hang out and Alexander is Iskandar’s kid.

If you guys want you can see this as the two being gay dads since I know that ship is popular.

Fran had an abusive father before Babbage and Moriarty got involved. In the og story, Frankenstien has a scientific mindset like his creator, here Fran has a talent in the field, but she also hates it b/c it reminds her of him. Like imagine being talented at the thing your abusive parent was good at/known for. Moriarty tried to get it into her that SHE'S the one with the talent, not her college dropout bum of a father, "From you tell me of him Victor couldn't engineer his way out of an argument with a cat, you have a magnificent mind my dear, not letting it flourish to spite him would be a horrible waste...it's your talent, your skill. Not his." He smiles that smile she loves that scares every one but she knows he only smiles like that when he is absolutely convinced of something, "and you can out perform him without breaking a sweat."

Moriarty teaches Fran sign language while Babbage teaches her some engineering.

Jekyll is going for a major in medicine with a minor in law (in the actual irl story Dr. Jekyll was a doctor in medicine and law).

For science associated servants, you got da Vinci, Babbage, Edison, and Tesla as possible science teachers.

The Jeanne sisters. Without the Avenger BS, the reason Jalter (or Joan as one series of fics calls her) could hate her here is just inferiority complex and being compared to her perfect saint big sister all her life. Joan does have her talents, based on the summer event an, but again she doesn't acknowledge her own talent b/c of her always being compared to her older sister., in the 7 counterfeit events she is a really good artist. And it is the typical thing of Jeanne actually being scared out of her wits of being less than perfect because of all the expectations thrust on her. She gets one A- and runs to the bathroom crying and Joan has to swallow her pride and actually have a conversation with her sister for the first time in years. Jeanne Alter lily puts up Christmas decorations super early, much to Jeanne Alter/Joan's displeasure.

"IT JUST TURNED NOVEMBER CHILL TF OUT!"

"CHRISTMAS!"

Martha is Jeanne's BF since middle school and has this HUGE dog that scares everyone and growls at anyone expect Martha and Jeanne. She calls him Terry.

Rex loves Penthesilea. and we talked at length about the situation between her and Achilles. Can you not tell that he likes a woman who can kick his ass *gestures to all of his Baiken posts*

Rex's idea: I think they had a fight when they were little and Achilles, being a little shit back then, made fun of her for being a girl, and Penth has been sore about it ever since. She keeps running into big misogynistic meatheads that reminded her of that and she just got angrier over the years. She's a wrestler and can knock out just about every dude in school by herself. Achilles is very regretful about back then and wants to apologize but Penth ain't having any of it.

My idea: I thought they were on opposing HS sports teams and when Achilles handed her ass to her he forgot to drink his respect women juice and then Penth got all pissed.

In this AU, Penth and Hippolyta's dad was a general who taught them how to kick the ass of men twice their size since they were seven or something.

Penth surprises everyone when a festival comes up and she gets picked to be the one to organize everything...and does a spectacular job. Another surprise is that she plans on being a business major when she goes to college (Obligatory Amazoness CEO jokes)

Bedivere is the Arturia Pendragon family butler with a prosthetic arm. He's also the security guard, last guy that tried to steal something or cause trouble got slapped right out of the window he sneaked in from.

Francis Drake and Artoria Alter Lancer are work friends (referencing them both being associated with the Wild Hunt in F/GO's lore).

Beni-Enma is the short and shorter tempered lunch lady, last kid who mouthed off at her during lunch got smacked upside the head with her spoon. She's sweet, but if you're in detention and have to help her in the kitchen she's a mini Gorden Ramsey, "IT'S RAW DECHI!!!" She can also come into the home EC class where Shirou is her best student. Also her roasting of the other girls like in her quest. Getting Fs in Beni's class is the worst, because it isn't just an F, it's a meticulous dressing down of exactly why letting into a kitchen should be considered a war crime, dechi.

The three Avenger Nobus are three different people. 1st Ascension is basically Archer Nobu, then you got Oda Kipposhi, and then the mom is Ascension 3 with Demon King Nobunaga. The youngest Ascension 1 Nobu is a musician. Demon King Nobu is one of those "super scary but also super polite people that only makes them scarier" type, basically a female koei Nobunaga from samurai warriors (check out some cutscenes form the games with him, he's a treat).

Imagine Demon King Nobu mom in a business suit.

Suzuka Gozen and Sei Shonagon are the textaholics who always talk in slang to the point of it sounding like they speak a different language. Murasaki is the librarian but Sei is like that ONE student who just makes her job so much harder.

Every week it's "No phones in the library Miss Shonagon." while Sei rolls her eyes and types out twitter post like "fugly ol librarian at my school needs a life lol"

Oui Katsushika is a gifted art student, and her dad (not a floating little octopus), is just a normal dude with a squid/octopus like beard. She's the teacher's pet in De Vinci's art class.

Eresh and Ishtar come from a rich family, Ereshkigal is the older sister so she had a shit load of responsibility to take over the family business while Ishtar basically gets to party her life away. Rin is the cousin they each try and swing their way. Eresh wants Rin to keep up her studies and get into a good university, Ishtar wants Rin to loosen the fuck up and admit that she likes that scrawny Emiya kid already.

BB is the host of a talk show downtown so she is kind of an absentee mom. Meltryllis has prosthetic legs that she specifically asked to be made into stilts b/c she wanted to be taller, and Passonlip has a massive rack that makes life difficult (either people staring, people assuming she's gonna be a home wrecker b/c said staring must be intentional, etc.), and of course he also has prosthetic arms to match her canon claws, obviously not as massive.

Hijikata is a very serious police officer but his wife Carmilla just uses this to have fun in the bedroom. They have two Dobermans. Hijikata's route has him patrolling near the school so most of the kids know as that scary police dude that has a picture of his wife in his pocket. One day a famous Idol called Eli-chan~ (yes spelled with the ~) is about to perform in the town and the kids can't stop talking about her, so Hijikata overhears. But, being the serious dude he is he shrugs it off until he sees a picture of this "Eli-chan~" and realizes it's his sister-in-law that came to visit and suddenly the influx of parasitic paparazzi near his house start making sense.

Carmilla: "Now you see why I hate them?", Hijikata: "No you cannot send the dogs after them honey."

She almost ran one of them over in her, very expensive, car and when that reporter says she should be locked up Hijikata corrects that would only happen if she had hit him...and she would be fined. For littering.

Okita Alter being Hijikata's partner, while Okita is her younger sister who's looked up to Hijikata since she was a little kid but she has asthma and such so she's afraid she might not get accepted.

Sigurd owns a metalworks shop (referencing his myth where he was raised by the dwarf Reginn), he met his wife Brynhildr when she was disowned by her overly controlling father.

Ozymandias, Nitocris, and Cleopatra are all the high board members of a company. Nitocris specifically got wind of Scheherazade's abusive husband situation and after getting said husband arrested, she offered Scheherazade a job.

Atalanta is a college student/TA who worked with Achilles' dad who ends up at their HS for a program or something, Achilles' dad has told him a lot about her.

Amakusa Shirou is an uncle married to the CEO of Babylon Gardens Pharmaceuticals, Semiramis. Semiramis herself is kinda chill if REALLY scary. She had to be pretty cutthroat to get to her position in the company, but Amakusa Shirou helped her mellow out, but she is still a massive tsundere.

"You know you COULD poison their lunch." "Semi, dear, I'm not going to poison my coworker's sandwich for being an ass." "It wouldn't kill them! Just a bit in their peanut better and they'll be stuck on the toilet for a week, no harm no foul."

Rex initially said Taiga would be an overly enthusiastic gym teacher but then I remembered that she was a homeroom/English teacher in Fate canon, but either or can do if you wanna be unique.

For Quetzalcoatl, Wrestling club supervisor when she isn't the senior year gym teacher. Some of the male students laughed that they didn't think a woman would know anything about wrestling. Two piledrives later, the students have earned a new appreciation for the importance on how not to be two pieces of shit. She's big on Lucha as in canon and during Halloween she gets JAGUARMAN to have an exhibition fight with her. They make a show of it but later on Taiga admits that Quatz could have CRUSHED her if they were actually fighting. She takes the wrestling club out for homemade Mexican food after tournaments

For Siduri, there's a bunch of rumors she's dating Caster Gil but it's strictly professional, Caster respects her too much to consider that. Archer Gil hits on her relentlessly, she manages to wound his ego more severely then anyone else simply by being unfailingly polite in her rejections and treating him like what he is, a teenage punk jumping higher than he can handle to land.

Ibaraki is Shuten's adoptive little sister after she was taken from an abusive mother, hence why Ibaraki looks up to her. Ibuki is either Shuten's big sister who had to take on a guardian role, or just her mom. Shuten and Ibuki have a bit of a strained relationship because Shuten saw the way Ibuki acted as they grew up, taking more and more responsibilities onto herself and refusing any distractions. And she decided that her biggest nightmare is to wake up one morning and realize she's turned into Ibuki so she tries to do everything to avoid that, hence their relationship not being the best. Ibaraki is kinda stuck in the middle because she wants to side with Shuten but she sees where Ibuki is coming from. Messy.

Caren is still Kotomine’s daughter, but he isn’t a good dad and in rebellion she sleeps around despite being a woman of god. Including sleeping with local punk Angra Mainyu. Angra Mainyu seems like a bad guy but he has a shit load of issues due to being blamed for everything going wrong in his old town, eventually coming to believe them and thinking he will cause nothing but problems. Caren banging him gives him a type of closeness he’s never felt, but under very warped circumstances.

For the Tamamo family, Vitch totally fucked her way up a corporate ladder or something, imagined Tamamo Cat working at a Cat Cafe if she were a Student. Tamamo no Mae accidentally fed her prev BF a food he was allergic too, and that kind of haunted her and scared her rep. IDK basically she seriously fucked up a previous relationship, either on purpose or accidentally, and that kind of hurts her deeply so she wants to start over with Hakuno.

Nero and Tamamo no Mae are rivals over this one guy.

Kiichi Hougen is the adoptive mom, Benkei is the family friend/uncle, Taira is Ushiwaka's older sister. Taira isn't on the best of terms with her family, some drama way back caused a rift and nowadays Ushi is the only one who's willing to talk to her and visit. Benkei never lets her go alone because he doesn't trust Taira one bit. Taira and Ushiwaka are Kintoki and Tomoe's cousins (I say Tomoe b/c apparently her husband and Ushiwaka were half cousins, with their grandpa having kids with their grandmas. I tried to make a whole family tree out of a few servants).

These are the ideas we had the most to talk about, if you guys have any suggestions for your fav servants in this AU, let either me or Rex know. Or just reblog and say them here. Who knows maybe you have a much better idea for a Servant we already mentioned.

#fgo #fate series #fate grand order #high school/modern au #high school au #f/go #fate/grand order

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bindi-the-skunk · 4 years ago

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Night is day and day is night In a world that's lost its mind! Chapter 2

"Deep breaths...deep breaths..." Robert encouraged well rubbing the back of his hyperventilating mate who did not react well to finding a disembodied hand in the cellar, not that the alpha could blame him, he had hoped to slowly explain things to him, too late, of course, his father had to leave a big mess!

Honestly, his father always stressed the importance of a clean image, too bad that did not extend to his other business! He took that a little lighter than Robert liked! Took his mother's special bleach blend and even then the whole stain did not come out of the carpet from the last one! He kept telling him to use a tarp!

He knew mother was just as tired of the constant mess as he was, though the tendency towards mess did nothing to lend itself to a more jolly personality...

"I thought you said he was on our side in this?" The elder Lanyon nearly growled, arms crossed in disapproval, if this was how his son's mate reacted to one severed hand there was going to be a problem...and that was another thing! His son had lied straight to his face that he was done with his attempt at a relationship with Doctor Jekyll!

He liked the omega fine, hard-working, and all that, but he was not what he had wanted for his son, too wiry and breakable, did not possess the iron core, some omega's could develop one with time, but still, not a good fit for their little family tradition...his wife had taken it all in stride and done her initiation ceremony flawlessly and without a moment's hesitation, he had been ready to call a preacher or a soul specialist right there as she stood tall, white ceremonial robes covered in blood and chocolate eyes burning with fire as she finished off her first, a child killer.

He wanted to go kiss her right now just thinking about her conviction! Now that was a mate! It only took a few words from her when Robert had nearly dropped out halfway through, then afterward he had thrown up and nearly made a fool out of himself in front of his grandparents...but that had not been her fault and nothing some ginger tea could not fix and he was much better later on.

She was just as skilled with an ice pick as with her knitting needles, he was somewhat disappointed she moved onto knives after her ice pick broke...too uninspired for her skill set and kept meaning to get her a new one.

"He is, I told you, but even I would not exactly be dancing about the room if I stepped in body parts!" Robert argued, he had hoped this would go smoothly, but it obviously was not, oh well, he just needed a verbal blessing in front of a witness so they could get officially married, that was all he wanted, soul bonds were not against the law, but the difference was sort of like being married by a justice of the peace and married by a preacher, some people did get picky when it came to those things and he wanted things to be perfect and leave no doubt.

He was just honestly glad it was something like this, as much as he was not a huge fan of Hyde's unsubtle ways, it was better than forcing his father to consent to their marriage via knocking his mate up, not that they did much to prevent that one...if it happened it happened, but this was a much cleaner method and showed his father that Henry could handle their secrets.

A little panic attack was expected, it was a lot for Henry to bite off in one go! Robert himself was still reeling from the night's events.

Oh! He would need to pick out the perfect person for his love's first time...he would worry about it later, right now he had more important things to do.

Henry's mind was in a jumble of emotions, his mate was a serial killer! Or at least his father was and Robert knew about it! What should he do? Demand the soul severance that he thought was going to be forced onto him? No, he still loved Robert and knew it would kill him to do that...he just...had to ..calm down...perhaps there was a rational explanation?

"Father, could you leave us alone for a moment? I will explain things to him, I think you are making him more nervous" Robert requested and was glad when all he got was a mild huff before his father disappeared down the hallway.

"R-Robert...I don't...understand..." Jekyll managed to get out, hoping it did not make the ..oh goodness...murderer...mad, just a few weeks ago they had taken two weeks off from their work at Roberts house so they could have the other to themselves, the alpha lying to his father he was on a business trip so there would be no disturbances.

What horrors unknowingly laid under Henry's feet the whole time? Did Robert also have a torture cellar? Or did everything take place in the Lanyon family home? Would he get mad if Henry did not agree with something?

Robert just smiled softly and put his warm hands over Henry's clammy ones "My father and I are working on ridding the world of a few...stains, we do not go after innocent people, that hand you saw in the cellar belonged to a serial rapist, he was even stepping up to murder when he was caught and captured, he had a knife to this young woman, no more than sixteens throat, he confessed a lot under...insistence...and was unapologetic for his crimes and even called those he assaulted, garbage, we have dealt with others like him and worse, Henry, you can help us, four is better than three! Mother adores you already and I will be right there with you when you do your initiation, father was very pushy during mine...but you can take your time...figure out what works for you"

He made it sound as if they were signing up for a dance class! But it was killing...Hyde made threats certainly...and the incident with Moreau...the man died from his injuries...but that was not...it was different! The fire did most of the damage, it was most certainly different...

Or was it?

Moreau did horrible things to animals...slicing them up well alive...sewing them back together well they cried out in agony...the worst kind of mad scientist...while the Lodgers still had a working moral compass, he abandoned his long ago and who was to say if given the chance he would not have moved onto people? Innocent men, women, and children yanked off the streets to be chopped up and sewn back together with nothing to dull their pain but death...and who was to say he had not tried it before? People whose families still wondered what happened to those they loved...

But Robert and himself were doctors! They were meant to heal people...innocent people...the same skills that lent themselves so well to saving lives, could just as easily take it away...

Henry did feel guilt over Moreau's death, the specter that had taken his form spoke to that, but should he honestly feel all that bad? He was going to hurt the Lodgers...take Creature and do God knows what to it...

A sixteen-year-old girl...was almost raped and killed...would that man have left her body there for the police to find? Discarded like the trash as Robert said he thought of his victims as? Or would he have disposed of her corpse, never to be seen again? No one ever knowing...her family laying awake every night, wondering where their precious baby was, or being forced to go down to some random morgue to confirm it was her violated corpse?

He had so many omega's in his society, and both Virginia and Rachel were pretty female alpha's he knew many of the scum in the black market would jump at the chance to try and take...young Jasper would not survive in the underbelly of the world...he would become a broken core...Henry would kill if someone tried to hurt any of his rogue scientists...that had been proven via Hyde's actions.

Would helping Robert in his quest really be that bad? He already was a murderer, and his mate made a good point, so many people who did horrible things just because it brought them sick pleasure...get rid of as many monsters as they could...but then they would be the only monsters left...

Did he want to become a monster?

He already was a monster...what was going a little bit further now?

"I'll do it...for the benefit of the world...and for you," Jekyll said, glad his voice did not waver too much at the statement.

Robert grinned and clapped his hands together and stood up "Excellent, now follow me!"

Henry just nodded and got to his own feet, wondering what on earth could be in store for him now.

The two headed down another hallway and Henry could not help but feel a coil of dread in his stomach as acid built up in the back of his throat at the idea of a tied-up person being on the other end of one of those doors... was he going to do this...initiation now?

"Do I have to....the ceremony...tonight?"

"Of course not, we have to make preparations! It's all more complicated than needed, but oh well...most ceremony does tend to have more intricateness than required...no need to worry about it, now, your night has been hard enough and you need to get cleaned up and into some better fitting clothing, I want you to relax, go in here and take a hot ba- FATHER! Get the severed head out of the bathtub! People live in this house!"

Welcome to crazy-Ville! Everyone gets a severed head hood ornament!

#TGS #tgs jekyll #Tgs Hyde #the glass scientists #The glass scientists AU #Jekyon #Robert Lanyon X Henry Jekyll #tgs lanyon #TGS Serial!killer AU

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lilacmoon83 · 4 years ago

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Finding You Always

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Chapter 230: The Tide is High

"He...he's going to use our own blood against us. He's going to use our love against us…" she fretted.

"No...never. That's not possible," he promised.

"He's never going to stop...unless we stop him," she said. He gazed into her eyes and realized she was right.

"You're right...let's end this now," he agreed, as he took her hand and they strode purposefully toward the double doors.

"Crap...that will be a disaster," Leo said.

"Let's go stop them. Walking into Jekyll's playground is the last thing we should do right now. Trust me," Xander said, as they hurried after them.

"Mom! Dad!" the Charming kids called after them. A hasty act at this point with so many villains and danger afoot could lead to disaster and they refused to lose their parents to this madness.

"Mom! Dad!" Emma called, as she hurried in front of them to block their path. Leo and Eva caught up to her and flanked her, while Summer and Bobby got directly in front of them.

"Don't go…" Summer pleaded.

"She's right...it's what he wants. He's psycho," Bobby said.

"I just...I can't keep letting him hover like a plague over us," David said in frustration, as he turned to his wife.

"I can't keep letting him haunt the woman I love," he said, as he cupped her beautiful face with his hand and she leaned into his touch.

"My love...he does not haunt me, at least not as much as he would like to think," she assured him.

"The only thing that would haunt me is if I lost you," she said. He closed to his eyes, trying to quell his rage against the mad doctor inside him.

"I just feel like I fail every time he pops up with some scheme or plot," he confessed.

"You've never failed us, Dad...not once," Emma insisted.

"She's right. There's a reason that psychopath is still alive and it's because he's a coward," Leo agreed.

"They're right...you're one of the greatest warriors in all the United Realms. Jekyll can't compete, even with all his stolen power and scientific mind," Eva insisted, as she put her arms around him and he hugged her tightly. Summer joined her sister and put her arms around him too. He smiled and kissed the tops of their heads.

"The last time he faced you on even ground, you put a hole in him," Emma reminded him.

"She's right...Pleasure Island stacks the deck against you and I'd put money on you still being able to beat him. But we're not willing to put you at risk," Leo said.

"He's right, Dad...make him come to us. And we aren't willing to risk you either, Mom...so don't get any wild ideas about being selfless," Bobby added, making them chuckle.

"They are right...you're amazing and you're our hero," Snow said, as she put her arms around him too.

"My hero…" she added, as she kissed him passionately.

"Okay...no going off to confront him," David relented. Snow smiled and kissed him again.

"That's too bad...because I would promise you a horrible time if you did," a voice said, as the evil doctor appeared before them.

"Without the guaranteed power of your chalice...I am confident I would have captured you and then I would have probably thrown you to the wolves. The riff raff here on the island would have delighted in torturing the illustrious Prince Charming," Jekyll hissed. Bobby picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it at the doctor and wasn't surprised when it went right through him.

"Big words from a coward that has to send his hologram to taunt us," Bobby said.

"I'd watch your tongue, boy," the doctor hissed.

"Come make me, you spineless worm!" he taunted back.

"I was just a baby when you started terrorizing my parents, but even then, I thwarted you and I keep thwarting you. Everything you've tried...I'm immune to and if you think I won't keep stopping you, then you aren't as smart as you boast," Bobby said.

"My, my...strong words, brat. Such fire and spirit...much like your lovely mother," Jekyll replied.

"Whatever, whack job...because I guarantee that you'll never get through us or my Dad to get to her. But if you're stupid enough to keep trying, then we'll be happy to end you and for good this time," Bobby countered and Jekyll growled.

"We'll see, young one. But don't underestimate the horror I have in mind for your father and any of you that get in my way," he warned.

"Don't you threaten my husband or my babies," Snow hissed, as she stepped forward and put her hands on Bobby's shoulders.

"You will not keep denying me, fairest Snow...I will get what I want," he assured her.

"The only thing you're going to get is more holes in you at the end of my sword and this time, I'll make sure you don't recover," David said, as he held his sword out and it glowed with power.

"We shall see, Prince Charming…" Jekyll replied, as his hologram faded and they relaxed a bit, as the others joined them.

"We have got to figure out a way to root out that parasite. Death isn't enough…" Regina said.

"Agreed...we must give him the same treatment we gave the blue flea," Rumple agreed.

"We should probably call it a night though. We're supposed to leave for DC tomorrow," Snow said.

"There's one thing I'm confused about," Elsa said.

"Just one?" Leo muttered and she elbowed him lightly.

"My mother had sisters...were they Northuldra too? Wouldn't they have to be?" Elsa asked.

"Hey yeah...Ingrid and what was the other one?" Emma asked.

"Helga and my mother went by Gerda to the Arendelle people. Only around us did my father ever call her Iduna. She told us it was her middle name," Elsa replied.

"Yes...your mother's sisters. And Gerda was the Arendelle name she adopted to hide her true heritage. As for Ingrid and Helga...yes, they were Northuldra too, though only your mother and Ingrid had magic. They were away on that fateful day," Athena explained.

"Ingrid was so furious and ready to destroy Arendelle as a whole in a fury. Your parents pleaded with the Rock Trolls for help. Grand Pabbie obliged and was able to use a powerful memory spell on Ingrid and Helga. From that day, they thought themselves of Arendelle. But as you know, it didn't take away Ingrid's powers and she felt slighted by their insistence that she conceal her powers. She mistook that as fear from them and she resented them," Athena continued.

"But they weren't scared of her...they were scared for her," Elsa realized. The Goddess nodded.

"And for you. Your father had watched his own father kill someone out of fear of magic and he didn't want that for you. Trying to take away your powers by gaining the Sorcerer's hat was wrong...but it came from a place of love. Not fear," Athena said.

"They...they were never scared of me," she realized and Leo put his arm around her, knowing how much of a relief that had to be for her. Athena nodded.

"Well...now that we've subverted another crisis for the moment, I say we get some sleep. Especially since some of us are leaving for Washington tomorrow," Aphrodite suggested. Snow and David joined hands. They kissed their older children goodnight, while their two youngest went home with them.

After seeing the kids off to bed, they retired themselves and started getting ready for bed.

"I'm sorry…" David said, as he discarded his shirt.

"For what, baby?" she asked, as she sat on the bed, pulling off her leggings.

"For being a hothead and nearly barreling into what would have probably caused a really bad situation," he replied.

"You wanted to end this...end his threat to our family. You don't ever have to apologize for that. Besides, I was ready to confront him myself. The thought of him hurting one more person, especially someone I love, over me...I can't take that," she said, as he pulled her into his arms.

"I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself...we'll beat him. Our kids were right...he'd be dead if he was willing to face us on a level playing ground," he said. She smiled.

"They are...in a fair battle, he doesn't stand a chance against you," she replied, as she got up on her knees on the bed and slipped her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a tender kiss that quickly grew in passion and heat, until their lips were dueling with passionate, smoldering fervor.

"Come on handsome...let's make some magic," she purred. He smirked and lowered the lights and let their passion consume them fully.

~*~

Bobby tossed and turned in his bed in the early hours of the morning. Normally, he was a very sound sleeper. But on this night, dreams assaulted his subconscious. But these dreams seemed to be prophetic and a warning of what was to come if they did not stop the growing threat of one King Runeard and the imbalance of the elements.

~*~

Bobby opened his eyes and found a barren plain before him. Behind him was his parent's castle and he realized the barren plain was supposed to be their garden. However, now it was a dead landscape of dried up dirt, void of any life whatsoever. He slowly walked along the deadened ground and found nothing but devastation before him. The entire Enchanted Forest was dead now. He felt sick to his stomach, as he saw that all the animals, people, and fairies alike were also dead.

"You have failed, young one…" a deep voice said, as he turned to find a man there. He resembled the image he had seen of King Runeard, except this man's skin was ashen gray; dead like everything around them. But he nearly choked in fear and anguish, as he saw his family laying at his feet, or rather their bodies. His parents, his brother, and his sisters...dead. Their skin was ashen gray, like life had been sucked out of them. The chalice lay gray and broken between his parents, who still held each other, even in death.

"What...what have you done?" Bobby demanded to know.

"The elements rage as long as I am free. I am Void...and no life can survive around me for long. You were supposed to balance the elements...only the unification of them through you can stop something like me," he said.

"This is a dream...which means this isn't happening. I will defeat you," Bobby replied. Runeard smirked.

"Spoken just like your father...before I drained every last bit of life from him while your mother screamed. She almost seemed relieved when I did the same to her," he goaded. Bobby's eyes flashed peridot green, as vines emerged from the ground and wrapped around the scourge. But he laughed and the vines died upon touching him and withered to dust.

"You'll have to do better than that, boy...or this…" he said, gesturing with his arms to the landscape around them.

"This is the future…" he warned, as Runeard hand wrapped around his neck and things went black.

~*~

Bobby shot up in bed with a start and touched his neck. He could still feel Runeard's clammy hand around his neck and the life draining from him. He breathed and contemplated the dream. Was it just a nightmare? Or was it a vision of a possible future? He didn't know, but one thing was certain; he needed to talk to someone else that was known for having visions of the future. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was almost four in the morning and he knew this person also happened to be a very early riser.

"Mr. Gold...are you up?" he texted and then waited a few beats. He was relieved when it looked like he was typing back.

"You know me, my boy...I don't sleep much past the witching hour," Gold responded.

"I think...I had a vision of the future and it wasn't good. Can we talk?" he asked.

"I'll put the tea on for me and the cocoa for you," Gold answered. Bobby sighed in relief, as he threw his clothes on and used his magic. He disappeared in a poof of peridot colored smoke.

~*~

"So once again...Snow and Charming have delegated the saving of our Kingdoms to that of one of their brats. Apparently this time, our collective fate rests upon a fourteen-year-old that's still navigating the challenges of puberty. But sure, none of us should be at all worried. Well done, as usual, truest loves. For more hardcore, unfiltered news and commentary, you can follow me on the Looking Glass, the United Realms premier social media network," Goldie reported, as her latest media blurb ended and she stepped off the set.

"Where is my latte?" she demanded from the assistant she had hired. The poor girl looked nervous and rightly so, as Goldie spit it out all over her and tossed the cup against the wall, sending the hot liquid everywhere.

"I told you none of that diner swill! Get me real coffee!" she demanded. The crying girl scampered off and she stormed into her dressing room.

"Where did you find that urchin?" she asked.

"Fidget grabbed her and her father on his latest trip to Storybrooke. Jekyll requested an assistant and her father, Hiram Flaversham, is one of the best engineers at the University," Grimm said.

"Fidget?" she asked, as he gestured to the creepy, peg- legged man, hobbling around.

"I swear...this island is full of the scumbag freaks," she replied. He smirked.

"True...but when it comes to thieving scum, this island has the best. And Snow White is the one that injured him and caused him to lose his leg, so he has plenty of an axe to grind with her," he said.

"That makes a lot of us," Goldie replied, as she checked her phone.

"So...what do you make of this new guy?" she asked.

"He's interesting and I love his power...as dangerous as it is. I'm already working on an article though. When the Land Without Magic finds out there is someone that can do what he does and that he might be a threat to them...it will spark plenty of controversy and fear," he replied. She smirked.

"Oh, I love a good hit piece," she said, as she decided to skip the coffee and pour herself some of the expensive wine that was in her dressing room.

"So...what's your take on this King?" she asked. He shrugged.

"He seems like he'll be a formidable enemy and unlike the doctor, he doesn't care if Snow White ends up as collateral damage," Grimm replied.

"Then I should get along swimmingly with him, though I'm tired of having to rely on others with powers to wreak havoc. I'd rather just do it myself," Goldie said.

"Then we need that precious blood of the truest loves. With it, I can write anything I want for us," Grimm replied. She smirked.

"Do you have some sort of plan?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact...I do," he replied.

~*~

Jekyll seethed, as the hologram projection ended and he glared at his new assistant.

"Your hologram technology is quite impressive. Fidget was correct that you would make a decent assistant for me," Jekyll said.

"I have no desire to help you achieve any of your evil schemes," Hiram said bravely, but then coward, as the mad scientist lashed at him with one of his fiery whips, scorching the all behind him.

"And unless you'd rather I take my anger out on your spawn...you'll continue to do my bidding," Jekyll warned.

"And what is it that you need an engineer for? You're supposedly a brilliant mind," Hiram shot back.

"Indeed I am...but like I said, you are a gifted engineer," he said, as he presented a pair of gloves to him.

"I created a pair of magical gloves like this that allowed Rodmilla Tremaine to use magic. But this pair has another purpose...or it will once you apply your expertise," Jekyll explained.

"What do you want me to do with these infernal things?" Hiram asked.

"I want them to use the same principles as Rodmilla's, only these will be specifically for ripping hearts," he revealed.

"You...you want to rip hearts from people with magic?" he asked.

"Yes…you see, if I am to make Snow White mine, then I need the means to defeat all the obstacles in my way. And inside a magical heart exists a star gem. If I could gain the star gems of her mouthy brats and force them to be my soldiers...then I would control the elements and nothing could stand in my way," Jekyll said, as he showed him a hologram of the star gems he knew existed inside of the Charming children.

"Then I will crush her husband myself and they will nary lift a finger to stop me," he added.

"I will not be a part of such evil!" he said, horrified by the level of horror that Jekyll was willing to go to.

"You will...or perhaps I will use the much cruder method I have for extracting hearts on your daughter!" Jekyll threatened.

"No...don't hurt Olivia. I'll do the work for you...but then you'll let us go!" Hiram demanded.

"Once these gloves do what I want...I'll have no use for either of you," Jekyll replied, as the other man went to work in reluctance.

~*~

Bobby appeared in Mr. Gold's basement potions lab and found him reading a spell book and sipping tea. There was a cocoa waiting for him.

"So...a dream?" Gold asked.

"More like a nightmare," he replied with a shudder and took a drink of his cocoa.

"But you think it's more...because a nightmare wouldn't bring you to me. Your parents comfort a nightmare, like Belle and I comfort Gideon. So...you must believe this is more," Gold surmised.

"I've never really had visions before…" Bobby said.

"Not in the traditional sense...no. But you were a baby when you projected yourself into the netherworld to protect your mother. Apollo and Artemis contacted you in the same netherworld," he said.

"And…Princess Serenity earlier," he added. He nodded curtly.

"Tell me about this nightmare," Gold requested.

"Uh well...it was in my parents courtyard, except the whole garden was dead, thanks to Runeard. But he was calling himself something else," Bobby replied.

"Most villains develop an alter ego of some kind," Gold commented. He nodded.

"He called himself Void...and he sucked the life out of everything he touched," Bobby said, as he swallowed thickly.

"Including my family," he added.

"Ah...and you are his polar opposite. The chosen bearer of the earth element and thus all elements," Gold said.

"Do...you think it was a vision of what is to come?" he asked.

"No...because the future is always in motion. Every time I thought I was certain of a future event, there was always something I was not seeing," Gold replied.

"For example, I saw your parents' true love as the key to bringing magic to a land without and that your sister would break the curse. But yet, I could not see that Belle was really alive," he said.

"I saw that I would find my son, but could not see that he would have a child with your sister," he added.

"The future is never what it seems, even if you are a seer. No, your nightmare was more of a warning. If anything, it gives us an advantage. You saw Runeard and how dangerous he really is without us first experiencing it, at least beyond the storms we have seen thus far," Gold said.

"If he can really do what he can in your nightmare...then out of control storms are just the tip of our problem," he said.

"So you think something showed me what he could do so I can stop him before he does it," Bobby replied.

"Yes...which is a far more useful gift than being a seer," Gold said.

"So what do we do now?" Bobby asked.

"You go home and tell your family about this. Someone like him will not confine himself to Pleasure Island for long and when he surfaces, we will be ready," Gold replied. Bobby nodded.

"Thanks Mr. Gold," he said.

"Anytime, my boy," he replied, as the teen used his magic to take himself home. Gold proceeded to go upstairs, for he knew Belle would be up soon and would be very interested to know about Bobby's revelation.

~*~

"You realize how risky this is?" the woman said, as she looked out her hotel room and to the National Mall below.

"It is...but for the chance to possess some of these treasures...it's a chance that must be taken," the man replied. They were two heads of the most powerful families in the world. He was Charles Ozman, one of the heads of the most powerful banks in the world and she was Ginger Reeves, of the affluent Reeves family that had leadership positions in many banks, hospital boards, and Universities.

"These rumored objects, if real, are worthless without a magical source. Are you sure they'll come?" she asked.

"Positive. They have made it known that they are going after us and we'll be ready to counter them when we get our hands on those treasures," he replied.

"Then...the sky's the limit to our power," she said.

~*~

"So...the attire for this thing is formal, as we expected," Aphrodite said, as they were in the war room, gaming out the evening.

"Of course...none of these people wear jeans and drink anything other than champagne," David quipped.

"You are such a farm boy," James teased.

"And proud of it," David countered, as Snow and Aphrodite shared an amused smile at their husbands and their bickering.

"Mom! Dad! I need to tell you something," Bobby said, as he came into the war room.

"Well good morning, sleepy head. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up before noon," Snow said.

"Yeah…I kind of fell asleep, because I had a nightmare last night. Except I think it was more than just a nightmare and so does Mr. Gold," he explained.

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"It was about King Runeard...and I think he might be more dangerous than we think," Bobby replied.

"Then you think your dream was more of a vision," Aphrodite said. He nodded.

"He has his own element...of sorts," Bobby replied.

"What does that mean?" James asked.

"It's hard to explain...do you think you can use your magic to help me describe it?" he asked his Aunt. She nodded and took his hands, concentrating on his thoughts. A life-like hologram projection of his thoughts came alive before them and they saw the horror for themselves.

"He...he did this?" Snow asked. Bobby nodded.

"He's the antithesis of the elements...he's…" Aphrodite said, as she tried to find the word.

"He called himself the Void," Bobby replied.

"Athena didn't mention anything about him having powers other than making the elements go haywire," David said.

"Which means this is likely something that happened while he was banished," Aphrodite replied.

"How do we defeat someone that can kill us with a touch?" Snow wondered.

"Mr. Gold is pretty sure my powers are the answer, because I have the earth element," Bobby said. Snow closed her eyes and sighed.

"You are not facing this alone, sweetheart," she said. He smiled.

"I know, Mom and I'm still going to DC with you and Dad. We can be back here in a second if we need to be," Bobby said.

"We can...and I've just received some updated Intel. This is one engagement we can't afford to miss," the Major interjected, as she came into the room.

"Why is that?" Snow asked.

"Because four other heads of the family will be joining Callista Stavros at this event," Patrocia announced.

"Wait...so you're saying we have an opportunity to take down five of these snakes at once?" David questioned.

"Exactly," she replied.

"That's a lot of snakes though. I think we better have a backup team on standby if needed," James said. They nodded in agreement.

"Wait...why so many in one public place? Didn't you say they avoid public appearances, especially together?" Snow asked.

"Yes...which means there must be a very good reason they are together and though I don't know what it is, we need to stop whatever it is they have planned," Patricia replied.

"And if we stop five of them at once, that means only five will remain," David said. She nodded.

"Then we should get ready to go...and be prepared for anything," Snow said. They nodded in agreement and continued to prepare.

~*~

Fandral dismounted his horse, following his morning rounds and observed his Knights training in the Courtyard. It was a normal morning in Andresia and thankfully quiet for the moment. Zorro arrived back from his patrol as well and dismounted, before siding up to Fandral.

"The perimeter is secure. No sign of that General Mendoza, but I doubt he has given up on breaching our borders," Zorro reported.

"I do not doubt it one bit...but with the event in Washington tonight, I am almost certain that he will be there; even if only to observe things from the shadows," Fandral said.

"Then you think this General may be the most dangerous of all these heads?" Zorro questioned.

"The Major was clear that he has military might behind him," he said.

"But we both know that you could easily take on an army of mortals without breaking a sweat. By yourself," Zorro reminded him.

"That is likely true...but these are merely soldiers following a commander, much like my own ranks. I would not wish to harm those that are either deceived or blindly following orders of an evil general," he said. Zorro nodded.

"Quite true...and his history may go back the furthest, being that his ancestor betrayed the Dragon King," he mentioned.

"Very much so, though we know that Clayton's son's mother is now one of these heads. It's unpredictable how she fits into this, but he claimed she has a prominent family line as well," Fandral said.

"Well…I say we are the logical choices to join the mission when they face Mendoza. They'll need a couple of military minds like us," Zorro replied. Fandral smiled.

"I am sure David will consult us for that mission surely," he agreed, as they made their way into the castle and parted ways, as the Asgardian found his way to his wife in the library. She was a vision, as usual, even in a simple house dress and his heart swelled, as he spotted the tiny swell in her abdomen.

"Good morning, my handsome warrior," she said, as she looked up from her book.

"Good morning, my beautiful angel," he replied, as he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"What are you reading today?" he asked curiously, as he squeezed into the chair with her.

"More of the fascinating history surrounding the Dragon King and Queen. I am reading about their advisor, Tao Lang Xi and his history as a member of the original tribe of Mu," she replied.

"He had a complicated history with the original General Mendoza, didn't he?" Fandral asked.

"Mmm...very much so. Antionio De Mendoza was a gifted Navigator and originally led Esteban, the Dragon King, to the Island of Mu. He wanted to massacre the people to gain the secrets of Cibola, but quickly realized that the secrets had little to do with the people and everything to do with the truest loves, which he had learned about from the Claytons, of course," she explained.

"And Tao became their adviser when he realized they could open the gates of Cibola?" he asked. She nodded.

"That wasn't all. He relinquished the sacred golden jar of his people to them. The legend was that the jar was the key to controlling the limitless supply of solar energy, which can be deployed from the tallest golden tower in Cibola," she said.

"A Solar reactor?" he asked. She nodded.

"That's what it sounds like...no wonder so many wanted to find it. It was more than just gold," she replied.

"So it seems...an endless supply of clean energy. But what would happen if used without this jar?" he asked.

"Disaster…" she said, as she showed him the next page, which depicted the consequences of using the power without the control mechanism," she said, as she showed him a drawing of what looked like a huge explosion.

"What happened to the jar? I don't recall there being any object like that in the Atlantis museum," he said.

"No one knows. Tao took it with him when he left home and it's not written what became of it," she replied.

"Very mysterious...you're right, it's a very fascinating story," he agreed, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"My Queen...a Mr. Hyde is requesting an audience with Your Majesties," Bianca said, as she bowed to them curtly.

"Tell him we'll be right there," Rose said, as they stood up and joined hands, before they walked to the atrium.

"Hello Hyde," Rose said, as the tall man bowed curtly to her. She knew he still had feelings for her and his eyes always betrayed that, but she would never have to fear him, for he was always a gentleman. Unlike Jekyll, he had accepted that her heart belonged to Fandral and respectfully admired her from afar.

"I apologize for interrupting your day, but I am afraid I come at the behest of a colleague of mine," Hyde explained.

"Has something happened?" Fandral asked.

"Well…I'm not sure and with everything going on, the Sheriff's department has its hands full. So I elected to come request help from you instead," Hyde replied.

"Happy to help. What's the trouble?" Fandral asked.

"It's one of my colleagues. His name is Hiram Flaversham. He is a very gifted engineer and teaches at the University with me," Hyde replied, as he showed them a picture of him and a girl that was probably around Bobby's age.

"That's his daughter Olivia and they are both missing," he said in concern.

"Missing?" Rose asked in concern. He nodded.

"Since yesterday morning...and it's not like Hiram not to show up. If there was a reason he needed to miss work, he would call and his daughter did not show at school either," he replied.

"You care for them," Rose said. He nodded.

"Hiram has become a very good friend and Olivia is like a niece to me now. I am very worried," Hyde replied.

"Leave it to me and Zorro. We will investigate immediately and find them," Fandral assured.

"Thank you," Hyde said gratefully.

~*~

"We'll be fine, Mom," Emma assured, as she and Snow shared a hug.

"I know...but if things get out of hand or any storms break out, call us right away," she said.

"We will, but you do the same. If things get out of hand...call us in for backup," Leo said.

"Don't worry...we're not going to take any chances," David said, as he hugged them too. They were already dressed in their formal wear, with Snow in a white evening gown. David and James donned a pair of tuxes, while Aphrodite wore a reddish orange evening gown. Bobby wore a tux, complete with complaints as well and Patricia wore a pantsuit. Rumple and Regina were joining them on this one as well for extra firepower. Rumple refused to wear a tux and instead wore his usual suit and Regina wore a black evening gown. Finally, Natalie was also joining him, along with Xander and Thalia.

"Are you sure you're up to this? You're getting further along," David said worriedly.

"That's why my mom and our dad are coming, just in case. Besides, an exhibit full of supposedly mystical treasures? I have to see this," Natalie replied.

"Okay...just stay close," he said. She and Snow shared a smile.

"You were right...he is way overprotective," Natalie said.

"Yeah...but it's adorable," Snow replied in a dreamy tone.

"And you are his baby sister...get used to it," she added, as she joined her husband and they created a portal. With that, the current team walked through, while the others stayed behind on standby...

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saemi-the-writer · 5 years ago

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Taming the green-eyed monster

Fandom: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Sequel to this story

Pairing: Utterson/Jekyll and Utterson/Hyde Warning: Some swearing, mentions of sex

Lady Summers belongs to @melodiouswhite

Summary: Jekyll works to overcome his jealousy, Utterson waits patiently.

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.” ― William Shakespeare, “The Taming of the Shrew”

Hyde grunted as he stepped inside the dark room; walking all the way to Utterson’s estate and climbing up had tired him a bit, thus his initial wrath had rather lowered. He leaned on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“Edward.”

The “young man” jumped back with a repressed cry before he finally noticed the lawyer. The two stared at each other in a tense silence; Hyde had a hand on his heart, which was beating wildly, while Utterson had his arms crossed over his chest. The only sound resonating in the room now was Hyde’s ragged breath.

“What- How did you know I was coming?” Hyde finally managed to utter.

“Let’s say I had an intuition you would.” Utterson chose not to mention Lanyon’s call, not wanting to spark an argument between the two. “So, I looked out of the window until I saw you sneaking in the garden.”

Hyde grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, still breathing heavily. The lawyer tutted before turning on a lamp; then he pulled out a chair and nodded at the other, a silent offer or order -the little rogue was not sure- to sit down. Whatever it was, he dropped on the seat with a groan.

“Now.” Utterson pulled another chair for himself, joined his hands in front of him and frowned down at the smaller man. “I believe you and I need to talk.”

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“Darling, what is it?” Mrs Guest asked her husband, half asleep.

Mr Guest had lit a lamp and was checking the window of their bedroom.

“Sorry, my dear.” He said softly after ensuring the window was closed (and locked). “I woke to a strange feeling, as if I was frozen to the bone. I had to check if the window was open.”

His beloved patted the pace next to her and wrapped her arms around him when he joined her back under the covers.

“It must have been a bad dream.” She whispered before falling asleep again.

Mr Guest chose to shove the bad feeling he had out of his mind, but he could not help feeling like someone was really mad at him.

———————————–

“So, it did not end really well.” Lady Summers acknowledged, putting her half-full teacup on its saucer.

Jekyll gloomily sipped on his tea in response. The therapist could hear his intern mutterings and would have found them amusing, had his jealousy not been so inappropriate.

“He threw his old copy of Othello in Hyde’s- in my face” his grip on the teacup tightened, worrying her that he would break it (he’d better not!) “and ordered me to read it carefully before we see each other again.”

“He did not throw it to your face.” the blonde woman corrected immediately; she knew it for she had watched the scene replaying in his mind.

Seeing that the argument was going round and round, Utterson had taken the book -which he had been keeping close the whole time apparently- and gave Hyde a small whack on the forehead with it.

“Read it.” The lawyer’s voice was ice cold. “Either as Edward or Henry, read it carefully before you eventually revisit me. Or even talk to me. Now get out.”

Then before Hyde’s outrage expression, he had pointed at the still opened window.

“It’s almost the same!” the doctor exclaimed. “I can’t believe him!”

“Had I known this Guest’s address; I would have broken one of his windows!” Hyde’s voice raised in the man’s head.

Lady Summers frowned and got up from her rocking chair.

“Good thing you did not, then.” her tone hardened. “Are you aware that Utterson’s trust in you would have been severely damaged, had you done that?” Jekyll froze and stared at her with wide eyes. “Of course, he would have known about it sooner or later and put two and two together! Do you think of he’s an idiot? Don’t even answer.”

The Lady walked to him and stopped in front of him, her ice-blue eyes glaring down at the doctor.

“Your relationship could have even been broken because of that, Jekyll, Hyde. If you can go and do such things in a jealous rage -and an inconvenient one, may I add- then you don’t respect Utterson as a person.”

“I do!” Jekyll cried out, his face as white as a sheet.

“Then why were you thinking about hurting, or causing any property damage to someone he cares about? Do you also plan to make him choose between Mr Guest and you? Then why don’t you just put him inside a cage to keep him all to yourself, at your beck and call?”

When Jekyll’s eyes started to fill with tears, Lady Summers knew she was on the good track. She needed to push him this way so he would step out of this downward spiral on his own. She knew why Jekyll felt the need to feel “chosen” above someone else, where his feeling of betrayal came from; and that, deep down, Hyde’s furious outburst were only a manifestation of that trauma along with Jekyll’s deep lack of both self-confidence and self-esteem. Utterson was aware of that, and it hurt him, it was always very affecting to see someone you love clinging to both their misery and past, locking themselves into their insecurities and refusing to see themselves as they truly were.

Another sharp comment and the man started wailing, letting out all his anguish and self-doubt out. Lady Summers sat down next to him and invited him to cry in her laps; caressing his soft hair to soothe him as he did.

———————————–

Lanyon let go of his friend to let him wipe at his eyes, holding his monocle for him as he did. Utterson offered him a small smile and thanked him once he had put his handkerchief down.

“Forgive me, I did not mean for you to be there to comfort me when I invited you.” The lawyer said, putting his monocle back on his right eye.

“Nonsense.” Lanyon poured them both more tea. “It is only fair that I am here for you after what happened. I owe you that, for all those times you listened to me.”

Utterson had always been the mediator between the two doctors when they argued, since their schooldays; sometimes even being the messenger between the two of them, always standing in the middle, as if caught into a crossfire.

Lanyon now fully realized how hard it must have been for Utterson back then. He was not sure if he felt more admiration or guilt towards him, for all the arguments he had got him involved in.

Utterson stared thoughtfully at his cup of tea before speaking again.

“I just wish he could see how far he has come.” a sigh escaped his lips. “It seems like I don’t show him enough appreciation; I know I am not the most demonstrative, but I thought he had come to understand my way of showing affection…”

“He must stop going from one extreme to another.” Lanyon pointed out, stirring some sugar in his tea. “As you said, he had come so far -the two of you had- you should not have to constantly prove your love to him after everything that happened! Needing some reassurance now and then is one thing, but this whole charade!”

Utterson drank slowly his tea, his friend’s words sinking him and bringing some comfort.

“I know he must take the first step to reconcile this time.” He whispered loud enough for Lanyon to hear. “But I miss him. Either as Henry or Edward…”

“And it’s alright.” His friend offered him a kind smile as he squeezed his shoulder.

“And it’s not like I have never been jealous over him.”

Lanyon looked at the lawyer incredulously, barely believing what he heard.

“Well, at least you were discreet when you were!” he laughed awkwardly.

This got Utterson to smile, before he started recounting his misadventure with that feeling.

———————————–

The book was extremely well-worn, eventually dog-eared, it was obvious Utterson had read it many times. Jekyll gently flipped through it and quickly noticed it was heavily annotated; the name of some characters was underlined, some stage directions added or removed, and parts of some soliloquies were underlined as well.

Upon closer reading, he noticed Utterson had not just taken some notes for an eventual acting, he was also commenting some sentences and…

There was a letter hidden in the pages. It was as old as the book itself, and it was addressed to him?

Jekyll blinked in confusion and quickly opened the envelope.

———————————–

Utterson sighed as he re-read the old letter hidden in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.

I was literally desperate at the time.

Maybe he was being hard on himself, the letter itself was not that horrible but it was painful for him to read. Looking back, the year when he turned 17 had been the worst year of his life; not only had he been going through an identity crisis and realized he was in love with Henry… his mother died. Although he had been surrounded by his family and friends, it was the loneliest time of Utterson’s life. Feeling alone in the crowd, being struck by loneliness in the centre of the scene… Utterson shook his head, now was not the time to dwell.

Oh, this rhyme is quite good, I didn’t remember it.

He had written several letters to Henry at that time; letters that he had never meant to send to him, hidden -as if sealed- into his old drama texts, buried under all his legal documents and records. Othello contained the one where he had expressed all his passion and jealousy. He had not dared re-read it, remembering all too well in what state he had written it. A small snort escaped him as he recalled Lanyon’s expression when he confessed him that, and how he had believed his two friends had been lovers back then.

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Lucy stared at her odd friend in concern; Hyde had ordered a drink and had yet to touch it, the brunette merely twirled the liquid in his glass, staring into space. But more surprising: he had not tried to pick a fight! Usually, he was either drinking and chatting with her and some of the girls or blowing off some steam by fighting with other clients -or the barman, depending on his mood.

“Hey.” He uttered, at last. “When you quarrel with your special other because you acted overly jealous, how do you reconcile?”

The prostitute’s eyes widened, then a smile appeared on her face. So, that was the problem! She sat closer to him before she started listing what she would do in a similar situation (it never happened) or what she would like to see her beloved do for her.

“But you know your ‘special other’ better than me, so you should know what would please him.” Lucy tapped her finger playfully on his nose. “The first step is always the most difficult to take; and since you’re the one who started the whole ordeal, do us a favour: put your pride asides and go apologize.”

Hyde huffed and looked away from the brown-haired woman.

“Oh my God, this guy is going to get himself killed!”

The two brunettes turned to see what the other prostitute meant, and Hyde froze.

What is Guest doing here?

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“Finally!” Hyde breathed and let himself fall into Lanyon’s couch. “I can’t believe I had almost the whole family hanging on my coattail!”

“You did not have Mrs Guest on the phone.” Lanyon pointed out, rubbing his right ear. “And stop complaining! It is perfectly comprehensible that Mr Guest’s family would get worried in such circumstances.”

“His son was literally clinging to me and whining during the whole consultation, and he was not even the one injured!”

Lanyon chuckled. When he had got out of the examination room to tell Mr Guest’s son - Terrence if he recalled – he could go see his father; he had found the young man holding onto Hyde like a koala to its branch. He had almost burst out laughing at his friend’s expression, silently calling him out for help while the younger man was wailing, feeling guilty for the previous events.

“At least, Lucy got somewhere better to spend the night than her old cabin or the brothel…”

Hyde startled when the bearded doctor took his left hand to examine it.

“You should have told me it was bruised.” Lanyon glared at him before searching for his medical kit. “How are you supposed to take care of your patients tomorrow if you are hurt?”

“Jekyll can manage.” The brunette rolled his eyes but let the other treat him.

“You did well.” Lanyon uttered after a long moment of silence, Hyde blinked and stared at him in confusion. “Utterson will be proud when he hears that.”

“I-I did not do it get back on his good side!” Hyde stammered, frowning both in concern and annoyance.

“I know that, Mr Guest, Terrence and Miss Lucy explained me everything.” the doctor had a wry smile while he was tidying up his tools. “And hearing how Mrs Guest was being vocal about filing a complaint, our Utterson is likely to learn about this case first thing in the morning.”

Hyde leant against the armrest, burying his face in arms with a low hum. He did want to reconcile with Gabriel as soon as possible, this week has seemed endless, but not this way. Yes, being a hero in his beloved’s eyes sounded delightful, he could not deny it; but he was afraid it might seem to be a cheap manoeuvre to get what he wanted.

Was it what he thought, or was it Jekyll?... Whatever. He was not in the mood for games.

His fingers gently brushed his overcoat, Utterson’s letter was hidden in its inside pocket.

Then, as if stricken by thunder, Hyde got up; startling Lanyon.

“Hastie, do you by any chance have a book of herbology and one of floriography?”

The divided man spent the rest of the night drawing, turning back to his usual form to write a letter to go with the picture. Once sealed, Jekyll held the envelop against his chest before handing it to his butler, instructing him to deliver it personally to his (beloved) lawyer.

———————————–

Utterson gathered his papers, putting them into a folder, before walking Mrs Guest out of his office.

“I will do everything I can, Alathea.” He assured gravely. “What was done to Ethan and what was meant to happen to Terrence will not go unpunished.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.” Mrs Guest’s eyes gleamed with angry tears, she quickly wiped them away with her handkerchief before offering the lawyer a small smile. “The dinner of tomorrow is not cancelled, by the way. Your presence would be much appreciated.”

“I would not miss it for anything in the world.” Utterson smiled back.

As he welcomed his next client, his gaze rested for a second on the letter Poole had given him early in the morning. He discreetly hid it before he brought his attention back to his client.

It was only when lunchtime came that the occasion arose, Utterson locked himself in his office, asking not to be disturbed, and quickly opened it.

The letter was probably the most poignant and sincere one Jekyll had ever written him, there were no promises, no attempt at justifying himself; only the expression of his regret and his ardent love for him. The fact that he mentioned Utterson’s letter and the copy of Othello moved the lawyer, so his words did reach him!

Then, there was the drawing.

It was a bouquet of flowers, since Jekyll could not offer him one openly, he had chosen to draw it for him. One that would never wither. Utterson found it very heart-warming.

A big blue iris and a white peony surrounded by several white garden arabises and light pink hawthorns.

The iris announced a message, but it could also mean “I am ready to do anything to prove my love”; the peony to express modesty and shame, then the hawthorns for hope and garden arabises for reconciliation.

How lovely.

Then, he noticed four orchids at the bottom of the page.

Utterson smiled fondly, orchids meant you were in the person’s thoughts, and the white ones specified pure love – similar to a white rose, most of times…

Wait.

Four orchids. White, yellow, pink and finally red.

Utterson’s cheeks glowed so red one could think he had a high fever.

This is Edward’s doing, I’m sure of it!!

He shook his head and quickly folded the drawing again, hiding it from his sight with a tut. But then he paused, unsure.

“Why would you not give him what he is asking for?” a mischievous voice resounded in his mind.

Before he knew it, a cheeky smile had made its way on his face.

———————————–

Jekyll was not sure what to make of Lady Summers wry smile; she had acted a bit off ever since she had to excuse herself from the lounge for a moment. And now, she was whispering into Lanyon’s ear; the doctor could not watch them more as one of his other guests was talking to him.

And it went on, the two (lovebirds) kept exchanging knowing gazes and laughed into their sleeves (for Lanyon) and fan (for Lady Summers). Jekyll felt his eye twitch when they only chuckled after he asked what was going on.

“What are they up to?!” Hyde huffed. “I hate it when people do that! Are they trying to trick us?”

“So do I.” Jekyll answered mentally, aware that the blonde woman was probably listening to their conversation. “I have no idea what is going on, but I trust they won’t trick us… not too bad.”

The night ended peacefully; all the guests were on their way back home. After thanking him for the dinner, Lady Summers leant in and told him in a low voice:

“Do not take too long to go to bed, my friend. You deserve some rest.”

Jekyll blinked, not sure if he was more confused than grateful for her caring. His old friend gave him a light slap on the back with an enthusiastic “good night, old chap!” before escorting the Lady out.

The blonde doctor stared at their carriage until it was out of sight, still baffled.

“Well, you might as well go to bed.” Hyde commented, shrugging in his shadow form. “I want to be in good shape tomorrow night.”

“You got some plans?” Jekyll raised an eyebrow at him.

Hyde evaded the issue, which annoyed him; he threatened to prevent him to go out unless he told him exactly what he had in mind. The two internally bickered until Jekyll reached his room. The doctor bid good-night to his butler before entering; he closed the door and was about to continue his argument with his alter-ego when an arm wrapped itself around his waist from behind.

A hand was pressed to his mouth as he cried out in alarm; Jekyll felt his heartbeat accelerating considerably in panic before a familiar scent reached his nose.

“I’ve got you, my Apollo. Or should I call you my Othello?”

The hand let go of his mouth -Jekyll gasped as it did- to caress his lower lip with the tip of its fingers and gently seized his chin to turn his head around.

“Gabe!” Jekyll exclaimed in relief.

“Mister Seek!” Hyde cheered in the highest pitch voice the doctor had ever heard him, it was quite embarrassing honestly.

“But how?” he was shortly interrupted by a kiss.

“You’re not the only one to know how to sneak around, you know?” Utterson smirked before kissing him again, on his cheek this time.

Jekyll felt himself melt like butter into the lawyer arms and clung to his neck after turning around for a proper kiss. The temperature of the room increased quickly while more kisses were shared, each one more passionate than the previous.

“Thank you for having come to the aid of Guest, the other night.” Gabriel muttered between two kisses. “And for the flowers and your letter, they were lovely.”

The two cravats were quickly undone, both men could breathe more easily once their stiff collars were out of the way.

“I am sorry about my attitude last week.” Jekyll panted. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I know.” The brown-haired man paused and took his lover’s face into his hands, his thumbs caressing the other’s cheeks. “I’ve missed you too. And I admit that I have been longing for your presence at night as well.” Jekyll felt himself grinning like a fool at that. “So, I could not resist to your second invitation. I came here as soon as the dinner at Guest was over.”

“I’m glad you- wait, what second invitation??”

“The orchids, Henry.” Gabriel chuckled and breathed into his ear. “The yellow orchid means the warmth of love along erotism” the blonde man froze. “the pink one for sensual seduction and the red one expresses the desire to make love.”

Henry’s skin was now burning hot.

“EDWARD WHAT THE HELL!!!”

“Complaining, complaining! If you’re not happy then step aside!! I want him bad!!”

“This is out of question!! First come, first-served basis!!”

“Henry, are you and Edward arguing again?” Utterson tutted.

“Nevermind!” Jekyll kissed him fiercely, his hands gripping his lover’s shirt. “Rip those clothes off me, Gabriel!”

The doctor yelped when Utterson truly ripped his shirt open, then seized his two hands and tied his wrists together with his own cravat.

“Now behave.” The lawyer’s eyes were now smoky with desire, his voice setting his lover even more aflame.

When the sun raised in the rarely clear sky, Jekyll was snuggled up to his beloved in bed, breathing heavily and not feeling his legs anymore.

#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #henry jekyll #gabriel utterson #edward hyde #gabriel john utterson #hastie lanyon #lady summers (OC)#jekson #jutterson

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melodiouswhite · 5 years ago

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A request one-shot

A/N: I promised an anonymous person a one-shot, so here you go. I hope that anon reads it and likes it. And, of course, gives me feedback. Ü

I'm sorry!

Jekyll didn't exactly know what he had done wrong, but he was convinced that he must have done something wrong.

That was likely, because his foster son Edward was in an extremely bad mood and wouldn't tell him why. He had adopted the boy, after his parents had died in a terroristic attack, but the sixteen-year-old just wouldn't warm up to him. No, he was just the same brat he had been three years ago.

A brat extraordinaire. Starting fights, insulting him, blowing up at him and others for no reason and reminding him cruelly, that he didn't see him as his father, never would and never could.

Just now he had got into a fight with the kid, because he had found cigarettes in his room. The fight had ended with Edward running off, after calling him horrible names.

Specifically, a “manwhore”, “crazy old fart”, “wannabe scientist” and some nasty things regarding his homosexuality (which was hypocritical, since Edward was obviously bi).

Now Henry was sitting in the study, crying.

Just what was he doing wrong?

He was quite convinced that most parents didn't give their children an allowance as high as Edward's.

The boy was owning the highest quality technology (which had cost a fortune, but Henry's priority was quality in relation to price) and he was obviously proud of it. But he had never given Henry so much as a thank you.

Then there were Edward's friends. Henry didn't like them at all. There were troublemakers, just like Edward himself, and he would have preferred for the brunette to surround himself with better influences. He tolerated them anyway, for Edward's sake. Besides, they always showed concern, when Edward was sick, visited and called regularly.

After crying for an hour, Henry took a deep breath, dried his face and decided to go and reconcile with his foster child. But when he knocked at Edward's bedroom door, he didn't receive a reaction.

“Edward?”, he called out gingerly.

Still no answer.

“I'm coming in”, he announced.

But when he entered the room, he found to his great horror, that the teenager wasn't there.

Oh no … looked like he had run away. Again.

Henry dashed into the hallway, slipped into his coat and left the flat to look for his son.

Meanwhile the subject of his concern was hanging out in the nearby park with his friends.

These were Adam Frankenstein (a really tall and black-haired boy, who wore baggy clothes, because nothing else fit), Jack Griffin (an albino, who liked to hide under his hooded, concealing clothes) and Alma Donovan (a freckled red-head, who liked to dress like a slut).

“Seriously, Edward?”, Adam asked with a frown, after Edward had told them what had happened. “You really called him all that stuff? Not cool, man. At least your dad cares about you.”

“He's not my dad”, Edward muttered.

“He is more father to you than my father is to me”, Adam pointed out.

Unlike Edward, he still had his biological family, but his relationship to his father Victor was a whole different kind of dysfunctional. Victor Frankenstein seemed to be happier, when Adam wasn't there, which made the boy very bitter and aggressive.

Edward huffed and looked at the others.

But they just shook their heads.

“I also think you acted like a huge dick. Every caring parent would disapprove of their kids smoking”, Jack stated. “Also, he's a doctor, how did you expect him to react, once he found out?”

“I'm siding with them”, Alma agreed. “Sorry, Edward. But you're in the wrong here. And calling him a faggot? Really? That's just fucking hypocritical. You're bi and you're hanging out with a disaster bi, an ace and a crazy lesbian – that's me btw, hi – and has that ever bothered him? No.”

“And he obviously doesn't like us”, Adam added, “But he lets us hang out with you anyway.”

“And look at all the awesome stuff he buys you”, Griffin pointed out, “I mean, come on! Your smartphone alone is fucking custom-made just for you! Not that mass-produced, over-expensive bullshit that some poor buggers in China put together for converted a few Pence per hour! He gives you all that good shit, not because he wants you off his neck, but because he cares and wants the best for you!”

“Luise would never allow me the stuff Dr. Jekyll lets you get away with!”, Alma remarked.

“Okay, stop! Fucking stop! Do you think I'm not feeling guilty?”, Edward groaned in frustration, “I know that I'm treating him like shit, but I have no fucking clue why I'm doing it! I do feel bad for the shit I do, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Just stop doing it?”, Adam suggested.

“Thank him for all the nice things he gives you?”, Jack proposed.

“And most of all – apologise, for fuck's sake!”, Alma told him.

Edward glared at the red-head. “Well, do you ever apologise to your sister Luise?”

She raised a brow. “When I upset her or know that I'm in the wrong? Of course I do!”

Like Edward, Alma was orphaned. Her much older, German half-sister Luise Summers (a conversational therapist) was taking care of her. The small blonde was far stricter than Jekyll. But even so, their relationship was remarkably functional.

Edward looked down awkwardly. “I don't know how to apologise”, he admitted.

Alma sighed: “It's just three little words, Ed: I. Am. Sorry.”

The brunette considered.

Then he made up his mind.

He would go home, say sorry and-

“Edward!”

The four teenagers turned around to see Dr. Jekyll enter the part. Even from afar, they could make out his relieved expression, when he spied them and came running towards them.

Before Edward could say anything, he was enveloped in a big hug by his foster father. Who promptly proceeded to blubber apologies and ramble on about how worried he had been, when he had discovered his absence.

The teenager hugged back, completely overwhelmed and confused.

Why the heck was Jekyll apologising? He hadn't been the one to fuck up!

“Can we continue this at home?”, he muttered, “My friends are here!”

“Oh don't mind us”, Jack replied.

“Yeah, we were leaving anyways”, Adam agreed.

The three said goodbye and stalked away. Damn traitors.

But at least Jekyll finally let go and muttered another apology for freaking out like that in public.

“Stop apologising!”, Edward snapped. “Let's just go home already.”

So they did.

Once home they sat down on the sofa in the living room and had a long talk.

Edward gave his adopted father an awkward apology (which he was sure had to be pretty shitty) and was surprised, when it was lovingly accepted.

“How did you know where to find me anyway?”, he asked curiously.

Henry just chuckled: “Simple. You always go there and meet with your friends, after the two of us had a fight.”

Oh. The blond knew him better than he had thought.

“Do you want to watch telly with me? There are some good movies on tonight”, Jekyll proposed.

Edward shrugged. “Sure.”

They spent the rest of the evening huddled on the sofa, watching scary old movies.

In the end, Edward was fast asleep with his head on Henry's lap, while the doctor fondly stroked his head.

Maybe things would get better from now on.

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #frankenstein #frankensteins creature #The Invisible Man #jack griffin #oc #modern au #Edward is a little brat

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1902707 · 4 years ago

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Character Study

I wanted to work more on studying my two characters (Jekyll and Hyde), studying their environment and their relationships within their community.

I wrote down couple of questions about the characters for me to answer. I thought it would be great to get through them before I start drafting my script.

in terms of what are the characters surrounded with, I already covered that before talking about the shape of their houses, the animals and trees they have and all the other resources in the area. But now I want to talk about how the character feels about it! Jekyll loves the simplicity of his world. He used to feel so safe growing his son in a community that believes in love and love only. He also carries all the tribe believes that I already talked about before. Jekyll relationship with his trees has always been something very special. He used to walk between then, talk to them and in a rough day maybe even hug them and believe that will heel him from the inside. He believed that when his trees feel his love they will grow faster, healthier and give lots of fruits.

Now I want to look into his relationships with other people. He lost his wife when she gave the birth to his son. His son means the world to him. He taught him everything about taking care of the trees knowing that once he died everything will be taken care of by his only son. Jekyll used be the wisest man in his community because he had the longest beard of all of them. This is something that meant a lot to him. He felt very valuable when the people of his community always come to him for advice.

Losing all of this in the story (his trees getting burnt, the murder of his only son and him taking the decision of cutting his own beard) pushes Jekyll to his extreme to be Hyde. Because he lost all what he cared about and all what reminds him of him self and his tribe’s believes as his tribe was displaced (after killing most of them) after the attack of the other tribe.

what dreams did he have before the horrible attack on his tribe happened? And what those dreams turned out to be afterwards?

his dream was like everyone else’s in the tribe. he wanted to live a free life when love was shared between everyone like how everything else was shared. He was very excited for his son to start growing his bread too when he grows up so he can be the wisest man of the community after his father. he wanted to see his trees and his son as happy as they deserve to be. despite everything inside his has always been guilt. He felt responsible for his wife’s death deep down. it is something that he has been hiding from himself and from everyone else.

After losing everything his dream turned out to be taking the revenge and killing whoever killed his son. deep down he was angry at himself as much as he was angry at the person who killed his son. He was feeling guilty for not being able to protect his son. This whole thing connected in his head with his wife’s death. So the amount of guilt he carries in his heart was really big. It made him blind. It made him cut his beard and forget who he is. But throughout the long journey he took to get to the house of the person who killed his son.. he started to forgive himself little by little. Until he got the knife on the neck of the person who killed his son. He realised that revenge has never been his dream. It is nothing like him. He realises that his dream at that point was to forgive and move on with his life. He wanted to feel the love and peace again.

As in my story the past and its thoughts controls the transformation of Jekyll and Hyde it was very important to study this past. And according to the questions I answered above I want to state what kind of thoughts specifically gets into Jekyll’s head to make him Hyde and the other way around. I ant to look into these thoughts, build them on what I know about his past and his relationships with the environment and the people then see how strong does the thought need to be to transform him into Hyde and how the thought made him feel.

From Jekyll to Hyde: Remembering his wife’s death. This makes him angry at himself and the killer of his on. because his wife died having his son he blames her death of the same things he blame his son’s death. So himself and the killer.

also when he escaped he manages to hide from the killing tribe in one of the big fields that they burnt. There he could be close enough to track the person who killed his son but far enough that they cannot easily find him. There he remembering how his trees were getting burnt and how he used to spend his days taking care of them and talking to them is one of the thoughts that makes him transform.

These thoughts generates there feelings: anger, guilt, madness, and sadness.

From Hyde to Jekyll: Remembering his tribe’s celebrations with the birds. He closes his eyes and starts hearing the music of them singing with the birds songs as if it is actually happening. He remembers how he used to dance with his son and the other members of the tribe in that celebration. They used to bend their arms and move them up and down while running quickly in a circle under the flying birds. He remembered how his son used to look at him and imitate him doing it. At that point he suddenly feels that he is back with time when everything was normal. He starts to feel the warmth of dancing and the freedom of the movement.

At the end when he gets the knife on the killer’s neck he looks to the right and he realises that his little young son is next to him looking scared of the Hyde. When he sees that tiny scared face, he remembers his son’s face. He has not talked to his son since he died. He felt so guilty to even look up at the blue sky and talk to him. But at that moment he felt that he was talking to him. He heard him in his head saying fly.. fly daddy. At that moment Jekyll looked at the knife he is carrying. It was passed to him from his ancestors. He noticed the birds were curved on it. Then he started to imagine them coming to life and flying around him as if he was actually at the celebration. At that point all his guilt was gone. He felt so warm. He realised that he has forgiven them for what they did. Because he wants to be happy and free again. He knows that this is what his wife and son would have wanted him to be too! he transform back into Jekyll and never gets to be Hyde anymore.

#narrative adaptation

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fuckyeahevanrwood · 7 years ago

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'Westworld' Star Evan Rachel Wood Talks "Evil" Dolores Twist, Season 2

[Warning: This story contains spoilers for the season one finale of HBO's Westworld.]

Before Westworld became the internet's favorite water-cooler conversation, its theories as thoroughly dissected as the livestock butchers working on their hosts (an admittedly lopsided comparison skewing in the web's favor), there was the original fan — and she's also the original host.

Evan Rachel Wood not only stars in Westworld as the deeply driven Dolores, but she's among the show's very first theorists, according to many of her colleagues, and even according to the actress herself.

"After work, I would just sit and think about the show and try to figure it out," she told The Hollywood Reporter during an interview Monday. "Out of my thousands of theories, I got a few right."

Wood can relate to the masses of Westworld fans who feverishly worked to piece the puzzle together all through the season, having done so herself while on set. And indeed, Wood managed to correctly guess a few major twists, including one that involved her own character. It's not just William (Jimmi Simpson) and the Man in Black (Ed Harris) who share an identity, as revealed in the season finale; Dolores and the mysterious villain Wyatt are one and the same as well — though to hear Wood tell it, there's very little Dolores left these days.

Read on for Wood's reflections on the finale, her thoughts on Wyatt's Dolores takeover, the intense pressure that comes with holding a gun against Anthony Hopkins' head, and the show's expansion into samurai territory and beyond, as well as several of her own theories about the second season.

For what it's worth, this interview is taking place right as I'm watching the finale for a third time. I paused before you started beating up Ed Harris.

I have watched it over 10 times. I can't stop. I'm obsessed. It's really good. It blew me away. It was better than I expected. When I read the script, it was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I had ever had in my hands. I couldn't believe how good it was.

It's a very active episode for you. We learn a lot about Dolores. We learn that she's Wyatt, for instance. She kills Anthony Hopkins' character Robert Ford at the end. The list goes on. What was your first reaction when you read the script and learned the scope of Dolores' arc?

Well, I had my suspicions. It was hilarious. While we filmed the first season, we didn't know our character arcs. I would be instructed to be "dark and menacing" in weird moments. I thought nothing of it. I thought it was part of Dolores waking up. Then they introduced this looming character of Wyatt, and I kept asking people on the set: "Have we cast him yet? When is he going to show up? Who's playing him? Who's Wyatt?" I went and looked everywhere, turned over every stone, and came up with nothing — and then I realized I hadn't turned over mine. I looked everywhere else, and figured it had to be me. So I asked [co-creator Jonathan Nolan], and he laughed and walked away. It wasn't confirmed until the [finale], and I was so excited. I thought it was a genius move on their part. This whole season, she's been going through this Jekyll and Hyde thing. We've seen Wyatt poke his head out at multiple times. When she slashes Logan's [Ben Barnes] face, or during her last speech to Ed Harris; halfway through, her voice shifts and the eyes get darker. That's totally Wyatt.

What are some of the differences in how you approach the two characters of Dolores and Wyatt?

It's funny. I kind of had to play five different characters. There's Dolores the character; there's Dolores analysis, when they're able to talk to the characters in an office; there's straight analysis mode; then there's Wyatt; and then there's Dolores' subconscious. Dolores' subconscious, I didn't realize that's what it was when I was playing it. They just kind of instructed me on the vibe. I thought I would just play this like Ford. I would make my subconscious as close to Ford as I can. (Laughs.) Not that that's how it was supposed to be, but as an actor, that's just what I did!

When in doubt, pretend to be Anthony Hopkins.

Yeah! (Laughs.) When I did realize what I was doing, we changed the makeup slightly. The eyes are a little darker. We contoured my face more. We darkened my eyebrows a little bit. I just tried to channel the most badass cowboy that we possibly could. The first time we see in Teddy's [James Marsden] memory Dolores walking in slow motion, that was the first time I got to walk over kind of hunched over with this weird strut. Dolores walks the same way every time. It's always shoulders out, arms folded in front of my chest. To be able to change it and walk with purpose and strength as this beast was really fun. I lowered my voice a lot and I dropped the accent slightly. Little details here and there. I'm really excited for season two, because … it was sad for me when I watched the finale. I didn't realize that in a way, Dolores' character does get killed off.

That's how you view it? When Dolores achieves consciousness, she's committing to Wyatt?

Yes. The way I interpret it, when she finds the center of the maze and is talking to herself at the end, consciousness is a conversation with yourself. It represents to me that Dolores is fully conscious. When she realizes who she has to become and it becomes her choice, Ford has just gotten through telling her that the divine lives in our minds. She unlocks Wyatt and allows him to take over and Dolores disappears. So that was very bittersweet.

What was your take on finding out that you were pulling the trigger on Robert Ford and taking Anthony Hopkins' character out of the equation?

I felt terrible! I read [the finale] and didn't know it was coming. It was on the very last page. I threw the script down and walked away with my mouth open for a good hour. I just couldn't believe it. When I got to set the first time I saw Anthony after I read it, I walked up to him and said, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry I have to kill you!" And he went, "No, no, no. It's all right. It's beautiful! It's really beautiful!" (Laughs.) He forgave me. He saw the poetry in it. I will say that shooting that scene was one of the most nerve-racking things I have ever had to do, because we're using real guns. We're very safe with them and they're not loaded. But dear god, I had to hold a gun up against Anthony Hopkins' head and pull the trigger, and after every take, I would go, "Please god, do not let this be the time that something goes horribly wrong and I am responsible for killing Anthony Hopkins. I won't be able to handle that." (Laughs.) That was terrifying. It was horrible.

Dolores turns the gun on the crowd, and we see her through Teddy's eyes. He looks terrified, and you can understand why. He and Dolores are star-crossed lovers, but he's also Wyatt's sworn adversary. Teddy is looking at his great love and his great enemy in the same person. Did you sense that conflict in the character?

Yes. I think the question on a lot of people's minds is if they're now going to be enemies, or are they going to join forces? I think that's a good question. I did love filming that scene. I think I really surprised James with my delivery. In my first take, I came up behind him and just pulled him into me and whispered in his ear, and when they yelled cut, he was just like, "Jesus Christ, Evan! What the hell?" (Laughs.) I had been this sweet and innocent Dolores with him, and now here was this sultry, primal, evil thing. I think I made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a bit.

This episode confirmed that William and the Man in Black are the same person. How did you first find out about this twist?

I didn't know that Jimmi had guessed early on, but I will say that in episode two, when Jimmi and I filmed our first scene together — and really, that was the day we met, when he picks up the can and hands it to me and looks into my eyes … that was really us meeting each other for the first time. I remember, since I'd already shot the pilot and I had done that same scene with Ed, when we did it in episode two, my first thought was, "Oh my God, wouldn't that be so upsetting if Jimmi's character was Ed? But that wouldn't make sense." And as the show went on … at one point I thought Jimmi might be a host. I kept making up these backstories, and then it was around episode seven where I started getting the feeling that that's where it was going. All we were told about our storyline was that it was a beautiful and tragic love story, so we knew we were heading toward destruction, and we were nervous about that. At one point I kept saying, "God, I really hope you're not the Man in Black. That's so sad. And I really don't want to have to kill you!" (Laughs.) So there was that. But it was amazing storytelling, so we were excited by it, and it made us want to make the love story that much more believable in an evil way, to break people's hearts more. But it turns out that we were probably the most heartbroken people watching [the finale] last night. We didn't realize we would be. Jimmi and I hopped on FaceTime right after we watched the finale, and both of our faces were wet, we had tears streaming down our faces. We both didn't think it would hurt this much. Jimmi said it so beautifully: "We spent so much time building them up. I had no idea it was going to hurt so much watching them fall." As actors, we worked on that relationship for a year together. We really kind of experienced Westworld more than anybody else. We were given these characters, we weren't told our narratives, we were sent out into the desert, and since we only found out what was going on episode by episode, we really got to live in the moment, and live in the shock of certain moments. So much of it felt very real. So we were so heartbroken last night, just because we realized Dolores and William will never be in love like that again. The experience meant so much to us, and I love what we did together. And the good thing about Westworld is we've established we can move forward and backward in time. Nobody's ever truly gone. So who knows what the story will be with young William and Dolores — if it's over or if it's done. Who knows?

Another major moment in the finale involves the reveal of what fans are calling "Samurai World." Are you practicing your sword training for season two?

I have no idea what's going to happen with that. One can only hope that I'm going to eventually have to start taking some classes and learn how to sword fight. The only thing I do know is that when I met with [co-creator Lisa Joy] and Jonah for the first time, I said, "This is great, because if there's any action on the show, I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do." And Lisa's eyebrows perked right up. She looked over at Jonah and said: "Mm! That might come in handy!" So I don't know. It did come in handy for when I [fought] Ed Harris. I got to set and asked how we were going to do this. Is he going to be in a pulley or in a rig? Jonah told me that I was just going to drag him. And I said, "You know I'm not really a robot, right? I'm not saying I can't drag him, but I might not be able to make it look cool." But we did it. That was just dead Ed Harris weight.

In interviews with some of your Westworld colleagues, you're often described as someone who was always trying to solve the mysteries of the show. It's interesting, considering the fandom around the show. There's this feverish appetite to puzzle out what's going to happen next. Do you relate to those fans?

So hard. It makes me so excited that other people are just as crazy about it as me, because I would get to set and somebody would say, "Good morning, Evan!" And I would say, "Oh my God, what if it's this." I would just jump in with a theory. After work, I would just sit and think about the show and try to figure it out. I questioned the Man in Black theory in episode two, but didn't pick it up again until later in the season. I didn't know Bernard was going to be a host. I did, however, guess he was going to be Arnold, and I kind of guessed that I was Wyatt. Out of my thousands of theories, I got a few right! But I did get surprised a few times.

What are some of your biggest questions heading into season two, then?

Well, the only thing I know is that we'll see a very different side of Dolores, and that Wyatt has fully taken over. If I can speak just in theories now, literally basing this off of nothing — these are Evan Rachel Wood's theories and I'm taking no clues or cues, only what's coming out of my brain.

Fair enough. You're the original theorist, we're just following your lead.

I'm hoping that over the years, I'll get to play many, many different characters. That would be my hope. I think that's a lot of the actors' hopes, the ones who are playing hosts at least. Technically, we could be anybody or anything. That leaves the possibilities wide open. I'm really excited to see the many incarnations of Dolores, if that is in fact true; I really don't know. I really want to know where Westworld is. They have not told us, or at least they did not tell me. I do have theories! (Laughs.) But I really want that question answered. And I'm curious to see what the other worlds are, aside from the one we saw in the finale. I don't think they will be the same as the film, obviously. There are endless possibilities there. I'm curious to see how they keep playing with the timelines, and if we'll remain in the past, present, future, all in one. And I want to know what's going to happen if and when Maeve finds her daughter — and if it's still her daughter, or if her daughter has turned into someone else.

Hopefully it won't require too much arm-twisting to get Dolores and Maeve in a scene together.

I'm really looking forward to that. I only got one scene with Thandie, and that was a real bummer. I think she's just incredible. I would certainly look forward to this newfound Dolores and newfound Maeve either joining forces or going toe to toe.

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elegantdonutinternet · 6 years ago

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Was leaving the right choice?

Now that is a question I have asked myself so many times. Would it not have been better if I would’ve stayed and just kept on sucking up the abuse.

The year was 2017 and my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. Having always been a heavy drinker and smoker and as brown as walnut, I did used to wonder which cancer would get him first. Clearly the added early years of working in an asbestos filled garage had won over his whiskey filled pancreas or his many jet black moles.

My relationship with my father had been a complicated one between the ages of 9 until around 21. I was an ‘accident’ (my mother 19, father 21) but clearly their love at that time was strong enough and he had felt it right to take up his responsibility. What he didn’t see the point of was curbing his going out, getting drunk and some serious womanising. As you can imagine did this not lead to a happy home environment. Anyway becoming of age yourself you do understand things from their point of view. So for many years we had enjoyed a good relationship and he couldn’t do enough for me.

I had never really had a long term relationship until I was 21. Plenty of action before then but usually only for 1 night. I didn’t (and in fact still don’t) know why that was. Sure I was overweight (my relationship with my body would very much require another blog!) but I was also 6ft and pretty so I had no shortage of admirers.

I was 19 when I moved to London and after a few false starts decided to settle there when I was 20. How ridiculous that at that age I feared growing up an old spinster. I mean this was the 90’s not 1890! Anyway a short while after my 21st birthday I met the man I spent my life with until January 31st 2018. It was always a tempestuous relationship where physical violence was a regular occurrence. I always blamed myself and to be fair that’s how I thought relationships were.

My father was violent to my mother and me, my uncles to my aunties, etc. If you’d done something which they deemed wrong you would receive a physical punishment. Also my mother had forever warned me that I would be on the receiving end of plenty a fist due to my feistiness in standing up for myself and talking back instead of just doing what I was told.

So yes I sort of knew the physical violence was wrong I did accept it because I’d done something wrong. Having a compulsive cleaning mother (coming back from school but having to wait until the daily mopped kitchen floor was dry) had turned me into a quite slovenly housekeeper. Actually I always think it was because of my mother but the way my daughter has the ability to make something messy before you’ve had a chance to blink, I think I’m probably just lazy and messy.

So yes being lazy and messy and not cleaning the house weekly was definitely worthy of a bit of physical violence. It didn’t matter that I worked full time (he was training to be a doctor so needed lots of study time), as a woman it was my duty to keep a tidy house. What man wants to put up with someone like that? I actually felt lucky he stuck by me. The psychological violence like gaslighting etc. was also happening but that went straight over my head. I’d been told plenty of times by different people what a waste of space I was and told about all the things I lacked so yes, when he was verbally very critical of me I totally agreed with him.

He did many despicable, unforgivable things I won’t go into as I’m sure this blog is long enough already! During all these years I thought plenty of times of leaving. Even left a few times but always went back as I felt worthless without him and was convinced I’d never find anyone again. Who’d want me?

All this time the biological clock is ticking making you more unsure of it was better to stay and have children or leave him for that lonely spinster life I was so sure awaited me on the other side. The grass was dead and brown on both sides. Plus I actually thought he’d be a good dad. His quite large family would forever say how good he was with children. And it was true but I didn’t realise it was a performance. One that he’d be unable to keep up every day. So I was delighted when I fell pregnant in 2004 and gave birth to a ginormous (11.4l & 62 cm) baby boy. He had the baby blues for about 3 days after where I had to keep reassuring him it’d be ok

He would help out but not much and at times physically hurt our son. I particularly remember a donkey kick which my little 2 year old received after playing up in a queue. I was unsure of having another baby. Of course I had always wanted more but I didn’t feel any security in his role as father. For him going to work was his sole contribution to the family. When I pointed out that he’d be doing the same work with or without having a children it was just ignored. Also our relationship was going from bad to worse as my son was a terrible sleeper, I co-slept with him which was easiest as I was breastfeeding too. Because he had a job he took himself off to the spare room as he didn’t want to be woken up in the night.

So despite reservations I had a baby girl (only 10lb & 57 cm so no stitches needed this time!). His involvement remained the same. Virtually non existent. I even took my son to his weekly football club and my daughter came with me. I would take them on days out only for then to come home and see he’d been watching porn all afternoon.

And I just kept staying but wanting to desperately leave. Particularly after a bad argument. I thought it wasn’t fair on the children as I knew what he was like (not about the shit dad bit mind) before I had them and thought it unfair to put them through a divorce. Actually I also wasn’t strong enough myself to do it. At least the grass on my side was still brown. The one on the other had been burned black.

Life as we knew it continued. Not all times were bad of course but the bad far outweighed the good ones. You’d get tense when you heard him coming through the front door as you didn’t know what mood he’d be in. He had very much a Jekyll & Hyde personality.

Only after I left did I recognise myself completely when I came across gaslighting and found all his traits under narcissistic sociopath. No wonder that when every time I wanted to talk I’d come away feeling guilty for being such a bad mother and wife. Asking him to take them out to the park for a couple of hours so I could have a little break would result in me being accused of not being able to cope.

I always knew leaving would be incredibly difficult. I could give you many examples of his twisted mind and terrible psychological games he played. He did this to the children too and was at physically abusive too.

Now we come to December 2017 and it’s gone beyond liveable. I’ll happily describe it to anyone interested but where do you stop? He was having an affair but I didn’t give a jot about that. My hope was that he’d leave me. Sure when he’d cheated on me years ago it was incredibly painful but now with no love left from my end I really didn’t care.

So with the children fully aware, and who’d actually asked me on plenty of occasions to leave him (I did explained each time that things like that are just not that easy), we left on 31st January 2018.

I wanted a quick divorce in the hope of making it the least nasty. Well you can probably imagine how well that went! He was as nasty as he could be. I accepted the financial settlement he offered me and didn’t fight him on anything. There’d have been no point as we’d still be fighting now. He saw the children every week which perhaps wasn’t a good idea considering his psychological mind games.

From October my son started struggling with anxiety and depression. Getting him to school became a terrible daily struggle with bad arguments every day. I assume I didn’t handle things very well due to my own state of mind. On occasion I’d phone his dad but all he’d do was record everything. When we finally received help from Early Help in January I found out he’d created a whole file on me with recordings, emails, photos of the flat looking messy while I was at my dying father’s bedside.

Eventually my son stopped going to school completely and also never went out anymore. He was completely flattened by his depression and anxiety. My father died on the night of 27th & 28th December. My ex was ghastly to me throughout this whole period. He was really hoping this one would push over the edge he’d been dragging me to for years.

After my ex did something horrible to my son 2 days after I returned from my dad’s funeral all contact was stopped. My ex never ever says sorry and is never in the wrong so he just didn’t contact him. My daughter would still go over (his parents were heavily involved) but he didn’t start speaking again to my son until about September, October and he even had to make the contact.

So my son has been out of education for a year. He has recently started to go back slowly so fingers crossed. It’s a stress and struggle every time but I try to remain calm. He’s 14 and not the easiest or maybe normal teenager but it’s tough. He’s seeing his dad every week again and I’m being friendly and pleasant as being any different wouldn’t benefit anyone.

It’s been an incredibly painful, stressful time for us. I have no family nor close friends so I struggle through alone. I can’t afford counselling and as I missed (or never received) my NHS one was cancelled. This was after already waiting more than 6 months.

I took the children away as I didn’t want to expose them to his behaviour anymore. I didn’t want my daughter thinking that that was how a woman was treated, nor wanted my son thinking that this is how you treat women. The sad part is that if he’d been a good dad I never would’ve left and I’d have just kept sucking up his abuse.

But when I think that my son wouldn’t be having these struggles now and would’ve continued a normal life with school and friends. My daughter would be less anxious too. Yes they’d have had continued having an at times sad/depressed mum but I’ve felt more like that in the last 1,5 years then before.

I will never know if I made the wrong choice or not but it felt like the right one at the time. Staying would’ve meant putting up with it. Well actually you just get used to that sort of living. I’m feeling generally very low at the moment. He still blames for everything that goes wrong. Look, here’s a text I just received from him now:

Yes it is certainly the bed you made & the complete deterioration in all aspects of ‘son’s name’ life since you fractured his life over 2 years ago. No friends, no contact with family & a gaming addition he never had.

‘Daughter’s name’ will in time have problems with the complete fracture in her you caused. It's a heavy burden for you to have but you reap what you sow but it should only stiffen your resolve to help ‘son’s name’.

I feel so alone and barely want to live. I have an existence rather than a life and I live for others. So yes, how frightful that life would’ve been better if I had stayed. Yet another burden to add to the load on my back. I am so so fed up!

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Projective identification is a term first used by Melanie Klein (1946) to describe a process whereby parts of the ego are thought of as forced into another person who is then expected to become identified with whatever has been projected. Projective identification (DSM-IV, pg. 756). The individual deals with emotional conflict or internal or external stressors by falsely attributing to another his or her own unacceptable feelings, impulses, or thoughts. Unlike simple projection, the individual does not fully disavow what is projected. Instead, the individual remains aware of his or her own affects or impulses but misattributes them as justifiable reactions to the other person. Projective identification: a way of getting the proof of that horrible but elusive something about the other person, a way to get group validation, praise, and attention. Instead of just making foolish ad hominem attacks, the aggressor tries to bait a victim into giving them the proof they need so desperately to validate their own anger. Then they can rally their friends or family for an attack. Bonus points are awarded for gaining sympathy and being the center of attention. The manipulator poses as a hapless victim, but orchestrates the whole performance for an audience. ( I guess it could be used for good, but it seems like it's always a form of aggression, specifically covert aggression. ) Here's the part that is strange and hard to grasp: the manipulator usually does not know what they are doing. Projection itself is a defense, but there are layers and layers of defenses, mostly what we would call "denial." Another thing about projective identification - don't be afraid to gin up an existential threat. If you are planning a takeover, you need a Beast, you need to be the hero fighting a conspiracy. Notice that dangerous lunatics are often conspiracy theorists? A sociopath is always accusing others of being the "real" threat to the group while the sociopath plays the savior. Of course, claiming there is an existential threat is tricky unless the accuser has allies who back up their paranoid stories about conspiracies and existential threats. That's why someone who uses projective identification needs the audience for validation. The lone conspiracy theorist is a lone crackpot. But being the phony "good guy" takes more than he-said-she-said to conceal covert aggression. It also requires a public mask, and private denial. It requires an audience that supports and applauds the performance. The three favorite masks are: 1) Fake morality (pretending to care about things they don't) 2) Fake emotion (aren't we all familiar with fake outrage?) 3) Fake friendliness (Jekyll and Hyde) At the level of personal denial, these "as if" emotions provide an excuse for a range of behaviors. They behave "as if" these emotions are based on something other than a raw desire for control over others, as if their only motive is altruism. ( When an outer figure resists this powerful projective pressure, the individual who is projecting bursts out in rage. Got that? If someone resists the demand to be the bad guy, the projector responds with rage.)

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Most Popular Mother's Day Quotes 2017 - { Mother's Day }

Mother's Day

Mother's Day is a celebration honoring the mother of the family, as well as motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society. It is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in the months of March or May. It complements similar celebrations honoring family members, such as Father's Day, Siblings Day, and Grandparents Day.

In the United States, celebration of Mother's Day began in the early 20th century. It is not related to the many celebrations of mothers and motherhood that have occurred throughout the world over thousands of years, such as the Greek cult to Cybele, the Roman festival of Hilaria, or the Christian Mothering Sunday celebration (originally a commemoration of Mother Church, not motherhood). However, in some countries, Mother's Day has become synonymous with these older traditions.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

— STEVIE WONDER

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

— JEWISH PROVERB

When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.

— GRACIE ALLEN

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

— ABRAHAM LINCOLN

My mother is a walking miracle.

— LEONARDO DICAPRIO

Children are the anchors of a mother's life.

— SOPHOCLES

The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.

— THEODORE HESBURGH

If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?

— MILTON BERLE

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.

— TENNEVA JORDAN

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love.

— MILDRED VERMONT

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

— PETER DE VRIES

Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.

— UNKNOWN

All mothers are working mothers.

— UNKNOWN

A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go.

— UNKNOWN

As is the mother, so is her daughter.

— EZEKIEL 16:4

Men are what their mothers made them.

— RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.

— HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Who is getting more pleasure from this rocking, the baby or me?

— NANCY THAYER

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

— HONORE DE BALZAC

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.

— LIN YUTANG

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.

— FLORIDA SCOTT-MAXWELL

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

— SOPHIA LOREN

An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.

— SPANISH PROVERB

Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.

— T. DEWITT TALMAGE

Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.

— OPRAH WINFREY

All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

— ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

— ROBERT BROWNING

Kids don't stay with you if you do it right. It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.

— BARBARA KINGSOLVER

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

— JODI PICOULT

The phrase 'working mother' is redundant.

— JANE SELLMAN

A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.

— PRINCESS DIANA

My mother was a reader, and she read to us. She read us Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when I was six and my brother was eight; I never forgot it.

— STEPHEN KING

My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.

— MICHAEL JORDAN

It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.

— DOROTHY, THE GOLDEN GIRLS

You sacrificed for us. You're the real MVP.

— KEVIN DURANT, AWARD ACCEPTANCE SPEECH

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— LADY GAGA

As my mom always said, 'You'd rather have smile lines than frown lines.'

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[My mother] always said I was beautiful and I finally believed her at some point.

— LUPITA NYONG'O

My mom is a hard worker. She puts her head down and she gets it done. And she finds a way to have fun. She always says, 'Happiness is your own responsibility.'

— JENNIFER GARNER

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— TIM MCGRAW

If I've learned anything as a mom with a daughter who's three, I've learned that you cannot judge the way another person is raising their kid. Everybody is just doing the best they can. It's hard to be a mom.

— MAGGIE GYLLENHAAL

I would say that my mother is the single biggest role model in my life, but that term doesn't seem to encompass enough when I use it about her. She was the love of my life.

— MINDY KALING

My mother has always been my emotional barometer and my guidance. I was lucky enough to get to have one woman who truly helped me through everything.

— EMMA STONE

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

— KATE WINSLET

[When] you're dying laughing because your three-year-old made a fart joke, it doesn't matter what else is going on. That's real happiness.

— GWYNETH PALTROW

Over the years, I learned so much from mom. She taught me about the importance of home and history and family and tradition.

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[Motherhood is] heart-exploding, blissful hysteria.

— OLIVIA WILDE

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart—a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

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[Motherhood is] the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It's huge and scary - it's an act of infinite optimism.

— GILDA RADNER

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The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

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Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.

— MAXIM GORKY

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

— MARTINA HINGIS

And remember that behind every successful woman is a basket of dirty laundry.

— UNKNOWN

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

— ERMA BOMBECK

My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice.

— AMY SEDARIS, I LIKE YOU: HOSPITALITY UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Before becoming a mother I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.

— KATE SAMPERI

Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

Mothers were meant to love us unconditionally, to understand our moments of stupidity, to reprimand us for lame excuses while yet acknowledging our point of view, to weep over our pain and failures as well as cry at our joy and successes, and to cheer us on despite countless start-overs. Heaven knows, no one else will.

— RICHELLE E. GOODRICH

They are not kidding when they say that mothers are strong women. We need to be strong in more ways than our children will ever know.

— M.B. ANTEVASIN

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— LINDA SUNSHINE

There is nothing as sincere as a mother's kiss.

— SALEEM SHARMA

In the end, Mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.

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— LANCE CONRAD, THE PRICE OF CREATION

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

— AGATHA CHRISTIE

A good mother loves fiercely but ultimately brings up her children to thrive without her.

— ERIN KELLY, THE BURNING AIR

Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.

— MABEL HALE

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— MITCH ALBOM, FOR ONE MORE DAY

My mother once told me, when you have to make a decision, imagine the person you want to become someday. Ask yourself, what would that person do?

— BARRY DEUTSCH, HOW MIRKA MET A METEORITE

The daughter prays; the mother listens.

— AMANDA DOWNUM, THE DROWNING CITY

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

— MARGUERITE DURAS

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— JOHN GREEN, AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

— AMY TAN, THE BONESETTER'S DAUGHTER

She rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

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Clarity and focus doesn't always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

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Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

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Remarkable Incident of Dr. Lanyon

Time ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward, for the death of Sir Danvers was resented as a public injury; but Mr. Hyde had disappeared out of the ken of the police as though he had never existed. Much of his past was unearthed, indeed, and all disreputable: tales came out of the man’s cruelty, at once so callous and violent; of his vile life, of his strange associates, of the hatred that seemed to have surrounded his career; but of his present whereabouts, not a whisper. From the time he had left the house in Soho on the morning of the murder, he was simply blotted out; and gradually, as time drew on, Mr. Utterson began to recover from the hotness of his alarm, and to grow more at quiet with himself. The death of Sir Danvers was, to his way of thinking, more than paid for by the disappearance of Mr. Hyde. Now that that evil influence had been withdrawn, a new life began for Dr. Jekyll. He came out of his seclusion, renewed relations with his friends, became once more their familiar guest and entertainer; and whilst he had always been, known for charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion. He was busy, he was much in the open air, he did good; his face seemed to open and brighten, as if with an inward consciousness of service; and for more than two months, the doctor was at peace.

On the 8th of January Utterson had dined at the doctor’s with a small party; Lanyon had been there; and the face of the host had looked from one to the other as in the old days when the trio were inseparable friends. On the 12th, and again on the 14th, the door was shut against the lawyer. “The doctor was confined to the house,” Poole said, “and saw no one.” On the 15th, he tried again, and was again refused; and having now been used for the last two months to see his friend almost daily, he found this return of solitude to weigh upon his spirits. The fifth night he had in Guest to dine with him; and the sixth he betook himself to Dr. Lanyon’s.

There at least he was not denied admittance; but when he came in, he was shocked at the change which had taken place in the doctor’s appearance. He had his death-warrant written legibly upon his face. The rosy man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen away; he was visibly balder and older; and yet it was not so much, these tokens of a swift physical decay that arrested the lawyer’s notice, as a look in the eye and quality of manner that seemed to testify to some deep-seated terror of the mind. It was unlikely that the doctor should fear death; and yet that was what Utterson was tempted to suspect. “Yes,” he thought; “he is a doctor, he must know his own state and that his days are counted; and the knowledge is more than he can bear.” And yet when Utterson remarked on his ill-looks, it was with an air of greatness that Lanyon declared himself a doomed man.

“I have had a shock,” he said, “and I shall never recover. It is a question of weeks. Well, life has been pleasant; I liked it; yes, sir, I used to like it. I sometimes think if we knew all, we should be more glad to get away.”

“Jekyll is ill, too,” observed Utterson. “Have you seen him?”

But Lanyon’s face changed, and he held up a trembling hand. “I wish to see or hear no more of Dr. Jekyll,” he said in a loud, unsteady voice. “I am quite done with that person; and I beg that you will spare me any allusion to one whom I regard as dead.”

“Tut-tut,” said Mr. Utterson; and then after a considerable pause," Can’t I do anything?” he inquired. “We are three very old friends, Lanyon; we shall not live to make others.”

“Nothing can be done,” returned Lanyon; “ask himself.”

He will not see me,” said the lawyer.

“I am not surprised at that,” was the reply. “Some day, Utterson, after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you. And in the meantime, if you can sit and talk with me of other things, for God’s sake, stay and do so; but if you cannot keep clear of this accursed topic, then, in God’s name, go, for I cannot bear it.”

As soon as he got home, Utterson sat down and wrote to Jekyll, complaining of his exclusion from the house, and asking the cause of this unhappy break with Lanyon; and the next day brought him a long answer, often very pathetically worded, and sometimes darkly mysterious in drift. The quarrel with Lanyon was incurable. “I do not blame our old friend,” Jekyll wrote, “but I share his view that we must never meet. I mean from henceforth to lead a life of extreme seclusion; you must not be surprised, nor must you doubt my friendship, if my door is often shut even to you. You must suffer me to go my own dark way. I have brought on myself a punishment and a danger that I cannot name. If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. I could not think that this earth contained a place for sufferings and terrors so unmanning; and you can do but one thing, Utterson, to lighten this destiny, and that is to respect my silence.” Utterson was amazed; the dark influence of Hyde had been withdrawn, the doctor had returned to his old tasks and amities; a week ago, the prospect had smiled with every promise of a cheerful and an honoured age; and now in a moment, friendship, and peace of mind, and the whole tenor of his life were wrecked. So great and unprepared a change pointed to madness; but in view of Lanyon’s manner and words, there must lie for it some deeper ground.

A week afterwards Dr. Lanyon took to his bed, and in something less than a fortnight he was dead. The night after the funeral, at which he had been sadly affected, Utterson locked the door of his business room, and sitting there by the light of a melancholy candle, drew out and set before him an envelope addressed by the hand and sealed with the seal of his dead friend. “PRIVATE: for the hands of G. J. Utterson ALONE and in case of his predecease to be destroyed unread,” so it was emphatically superscribed; and the lawyer dreaded to behold the contents. “I have buried one friend to-day,” he thought: “what if this should cost me another?” And then he condemned the fear as a disloyalty, and broke the seal. Within there was another enclosure, likewise sealed, and marked upon the cover as “not to be opened till the death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll.” Utterson could not trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as in the mad will which he had long ago restored to its author, here again were the idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll bracketed. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the sinister suggestion of the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too plain and horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what should it mean? A great curiosity came on the trustee, to disregard the prohibition and dive at once to the bottom of these mysteries; but professional honour and faith to his dead friend were stringent obligations; and the packet slept in the inmost corner of his private safe.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it; and it may be doubted if, from that day forth, Utterson desired the society of his surviving friend with the same eagerness. He thought of him kindly; but his thoughts were disquieted and fearful. He went to call indeed; but he was perhaps relieved to be denied admittance; perhaps, in his heart, he preferred to speak with Poole upon the doorstep and surrounded by the air and sounds of the open city, rather than to be admitted into that house of voluntary bondage, and to sit and speak with its inscrutable recluse. Poole had, indeed, no very pleasant news to communicate. The doctor, it appeared, now more than ever confined himself to the cabinet over the laboratory, where he would sometimes even sleep; he was out of spirits, he had grown very silent, he did not read; it seemed as if he had something on his mind. Utterson became so used to the unvarying character of these reports, that he fell off little by little in the frequency of his visits.

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Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

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God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

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Over the years, I learned so much from mom. She taught me about the importance of home and history and family and tradition.

— MARTHA STEWART

[Motherhood is] heart-exploding, blissful hysteria.

— OLIVIA WILDE

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart—a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

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[Motherhood is] the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It's huge and scary - it's an act of infinite optimism.

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The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

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Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.

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I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

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My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice.

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Before becoming a mother I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.

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Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness.

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— RICHELLE E. GOODRICH

They are not kidding when they say that mothers are strong women. We need to be strong in more ways than our children will ever know.

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The daughter prays; the mother listens.

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Clarity and focus doesn't always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

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