#the world’s greatest hunter ; papa.

[kravinova]

like father, like daughter

[silverofthunder]

☆ body and blood ☆

🔻DRACOPIA SERIES 🔻

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: One night Reader meets a mysterious man at the cemetery and there forms an instant connection that is not easy to understand but they both embrace it.

content: 37.8k words || mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, vampires, family stuff, romance, fluff, mentions of blood and killing, angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, some humor, SFW/NSFW...

parts:

watcher in the night (2.6k)

hunter's moon (3.1k)

heart's desires (2.6k)

(the beauty of) your world (2.8k)

the greatest temptation (2.9k)

downfall (2.6k)

a thought of forever (2.8k)

of decisions and right moments (2.8k)

bliss and fear (3k)

shadow of the past (2.8k)

confessions (2.6k)

where i belong (2.7k)

life eternal (3.8k)

➡️ also on AO3

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finished on 29/08/2024

Wow, I did it. I really did it. I wrote a proper length, multichapter fic and finished it. This is a huge achievement for me, honestly, as long stories have never been my strongest suit. But I’m so proud of myself that I managed to keep this together at least some way. This is far from perfect but I think that this still might be my best work of all so far. This was supposed to be only a few chapter long thing, originally, but then everything got out of hand and then I noticed that the story really pulled me in and now we are here, 13 chapters later. This was supposed to be just a silly, little thing but grew to be so much more. It took a bit over 5 months to get here but I’m impressed how fast I really did this. Writing this has been an amazing, challenging and instructive experience. While I loved writing this, this also proved why I haven’t written anything this long before. It requires so much work so that you can keep everything together and not forget anything important. But I’m so happy I did this, went with the flow and saw how this turned out. Lastly, I want to thank all those who have read this, left kudos or comments (liked or reblogged this). Those mean so much. ♥

[crimeronan]

Hello, got a TOH question for you! I'm trying to write a scene from only-slightly-canon-divergent!Luz's POV, and to dismay finding I'm struggling with it. Any pro tips for writing her you can pass on to someone who didn't study at Luz University? 😅

aw, this is a sweet ask. i'm flattered to be considered a resident luz expert! and i LOVE an excuse to infodump. this got long i'm sorry i just love thinking about. my girl.

luz is usually pretty whimsical and optimistic (which is why her later self-destruction hits so hard), she believes in people and she believes in The Triumph Of Good Over Evil. she's weird and doesn't understand social norms but she cares So Much, About Everything, Ever. she believes that things will work themselves out like they do in stories, she sometimes steps on people's toes when she's trying to fix a situation, she loves an underdog story and it's constantly getting her into trouble.

i think the biggest three things for me when writing luz POV are these:

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she is UNRELENTINGLY kind and trusting.

this is her biggest strength - she's constantly befriending her enemies through the sheer power of earnestness. and this is how she makes and keeps friends like willow, gus, and eda.

this is also one of her biggest weaknesses - she gave hunter back his staff in hunting palismen when she Really Should Not Have, she didn't pick up on philip's Bad Vibes, etc.

she truly honest-to-god believes the best in everyone and is surprised and hurt whenever they disappoint her.

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2. she has NO impulse control and CRIPPLINGLY hyperactive ADHD.

luz is all over the place, constantly. her thoughts and hyperfixations go a mile a minute. she can devour a book in a day and learn a conlang in a week, but she can't sit still and she has the type of ADHD that makes traditional classroom learning borderline-impossible.

outside of school, you see this constantly in the decisions she makes, or rather the decisions she Doesn't make. luz always blurts out exactly what she's thinking, when she's thinking it. she always thinks that her first solution to a problem is the best one & rarely plans beyond that. she's not an analytical strategist. in fact she's frequently fucking up everybody else's plans by..... just. being luz.

the fact that luz always says and does whatever she's thinking is, again, one of her greatest strengths: she is SO earnest and genuine, and it makes it easy for people to believe in her. she loves SO openly and is so lovable in turn.

it's also one of her greatest weaknesses because. oh my god, girl. challenging boscha to a witch's duel on willow's behalf. angrily shouting straight-up heresy about belos in public in hollow mind. all the shit that got her into trouble in the human realm before she ran away. u know

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3. she is Desperately Afraid of hurting people.

i'd say she's afraid of being a Bad Person (TM), but i do think her fear is more specific. in WAD, her nightmare isn't exactly about having committed atrocities herself -- she doesn't even believe she could have! she knows she didn't create the statue graveyard, she immediately tells amity "i don't know what's going on, but i wouldn't have done this."

all of her fears are related to things her friends & family went through after meeting her.... she's terrified that she's going to hurt the people she loves, no matter how much she tries not to. she's terrified that her presence in the world is harmful by itself.

same with her rant in the classroom in TTT. when she says "it would be better if he [i] never existed," she even says (paraphrasing) "who cares about the broader impacts or the greater good. who cares if he was a hero or wanted to do the right thing. it doesn't matter!!! what matters is that he ruined everything anyway!!!!"

her anxiety with papa titan reflects this, too. "doesn't that make us just like belos??" she's figuring out how to navigate the world and complex morality and she's terrified of getting it Wrong. she already feels like she's done everything wrong & it's completely shaken her sense of self. she doesn't trust herself not to hurt people or to work for evil because she doesn't have a clear understanding of what separates her ideology from belos's.

this third point often isn't relevant in fluffy/lighthearted fic because luz's optimism, joy, and simple zest for life are Definitely dominant in her character. but it is VERY relevant when doing character studies or angstier writing exploring her headspace in situations where she feels guilty or afraid.

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everything else is set dressing. she's quirky and weird, she's bouncy and stimmy, she loves bats and rats and snakes and bugs and creepy crawlies, she loves gross shit, she loves shipping and romance and sweeping high fantasy, she gets Deeply invested in every random plan she ever conceives, and she is Astonishingly easy to love because of how easily she loves.

you don't have to keep every single detail of this in mind when writing her!! this was just a nice excuse to gush about my girl who i love so so so so so fucking much. luz love of my life daughter of my heart FOREVER.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture REPAINT ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Finale (8/14) ~

"During Kimial's time in Massachusetts..."

*sounds of creatures in the day are heard*

Mizune : (while walking) Hmmm...I wonder if there's a simple reason of why did a Lucky Rabbit created a monster that could put an end to this planet? Despite all of this, are we really fools the entire time?

(looks at her cellphone to look for any messages)

Mizune : That's odd. This message was only an hour ago. It could be a leading disaster on whether we're going to put a stop to the snake witch monster's ambitions of destroying...No, it's Oswald that wants to rule the world and cover it with darkness to make it what? Wrapped in Black? It's gonna be a long night before our world dies or perhaps that time traveler from six years is going to create a new era, a new era like this...never happens. What was that time traveler's name? Is it Homura Akemi...? (stops in front of Kamek) Eh? Who are you?

Kamek : Oh, sorry. I was in bit of a rush here.

Mizune : You are that Magikoopa, Kamek. Am I right?

Kamek : And you must be that daughter of a witch, the world's greatest treasure hunter. But you seemed to call yourself a mice witch. Wait a sec, I remember clearly. you're...

(a vision shows Mizune as a little girl)

Kamek : the daughter of that bomb-throwing maniac. (changes back to the present Mizune)

Mizune : Daughter of a witch, as the world's greatest treasure. Yeah, I'm the daughter all right. You knew who I was before...and I don't mind eating cheese as like a cartoon mouse...I throw bombs like a mobster.

Kamek : A mobster? I clearly remember. A witch that is a daugther of another mice...But if the Mizune Family isn't a family of yourself, then that means Mizune's real family...

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 13]

Mizune : That's right. I'm the daughter of 8-Bit Mobster, Mouser. I was raised by my biological mother and I was taken care of my grandpa, Daroach, the famous treasure hunter. I used to call Mouser "daddy" when I was part of the family of greatest treasures. Grandfather had been looking for some tasty treats that are within a treasure. But the only treasure they were looking for is a piece of their heart. According to my past, momma and papa had sealed away ancient evil known as Dark Nebula, the psuedo ruler of the underworld. He wanted to be the underworld's greatest ruler by covering the galaxy in darkness, making us corrupted with evil and fret with despair. However, thanks to the help of Daroach, Momma and Papa stopped the ancient evil for good and sealed him in a chest that is his imprisonment, where no one can ever open it, even if it means to open it into the wrong hands.

Kamek : So an ancient evil was sealed by a heroic witch. Your mother were the ones who sealed a cosmic entity that bents on galactic conquest as well. I must say that I am impressed.

Mizune : Yeah. So all of this villain stuff was all for nothing. Looks like that Lucky Rabbit was behind all of that. Kamek, he's the one manipulating everything to think that we were involve of destroying the Kusakabe Legacy, but I never felt this dumb. All because of a Legacy, all because of Shinra. Oswald wanted to destroy that legacy, because he couldn't stand the influence of the boy who gave everything and that's why he was jealous, he wanted to end the boy's legacy by creating a monster that would benefit humankind and witchkind with using a rite to perform black magic.

Kamek : I get it, that snake witch that enforces everyone was born from magic out of a rite that the lucky rabbit, he was using her for his revenge, she was the monster that wanted to seek revenge. But when the powers of darkness over came to her, she turned evil and became a heartless villain, betraying her own creator. That's the Medusa Gorgon Maka faced with in the Ohkuboverse, that's why she enforced you, Crona, and the others that wanted her sisters to overthrow the Kusakabe Legacy and destroy from the inside of the planet. But I got something a little secret to tell you.

Mizune : Okay...

Kamek : The Tanuki Witch that destined to be hero, I created them. I created them from using combining the DNA with a Tanuki Leaf and the cells of a witch. I created the Tanuki Witch...to be a mother-hugging hero. I made a terrible mistake for Kimial, the mother of the witch who is human, if she was really a copy to the original Tanuki Witch that I made in the past, that means she has the power to use blood magic.

Mizune : Blood Magic?

Kamek : Yes all true. Listen carefully and seek the truth.

(changes to a flashback of Kimial)

[Echoo Night - Beyond OST : Track 12]

Kimial : Hey, Jacqueline. I just discovered a secret Maka Albarn.

Jacqueline : What is it?

Kimial : I heard about everything from the explosion in Japan back in the past. That girl name Maka Albarn has now learned the traditional arts of Blood Magic. There is a warrior that have the potential to be a magician of Blood Magic. That's what caused the explosion in Japan around 10 years ago. The Inhabitants of the Mashimaverse discovered that Maka Albarn, a copy to the original from the 1930s, was created to carry out all of that destruction on the planet.

Jacqueline : What? Is it true? Maka has the potential to become a warrior of Blood Magic? She must've kept this in a secret, who knew a girl was using blood magic for personal cover ups? I thought she wanted to be the greatest hero in all of time.

Kimial : Witches thought that using Blood Magic, was seriously a dangerous thing to do, but I do remember that it's a no slope, on the chicken cope. But it's okay, as long as I have magic within I know any type of arts that are useful in the country. No wonder Shinra's son, Lord Death, wanted to get rid of all the evidence, no...It's Darkside Death that wanted us, witches, to take the blame for it. This is all his fault, no...it's our fault that we became too stubborn and not seeking the truth.

Jacqueline : You are lucky that I have no self esteem of being a weapon, but I'm not what they think who I am. I am a Phantom, I protect you from danger, the people of Vermont told me to look after you, so much of saving humanity from the school that we were supposed to intend...but not anymore. Hopefully, you'll be safe with me now.

Kimial : Jacqueline...I understand how much that you cherish me, If I wanted to be protected, then I suggest that we don't need the Ohkuboverse anymore, it's good for us to live in the real world. Magic is the power of everything.

Jacqueline : Okay. So now...it's war they wanted, the Death Weapon Meister Academy is no stranger to Shinra Kusakabe's influence on heroism and power, but for greed? I don't want to be under his influence, I want to be with you.

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 19]

Jacqueline : Please, Kimial. Stay with me for a little longer. You're the only one that I ever truly needed.

Kimial : Alright, if you say so.

(changes back to Mizune)

Mizune : After all this time, Blood Magic was a really thing all along. Our kind's researchers have discovered the amazing arts of Blood Magic, we've been doing this for so long and I'll be damned that I ever regret using it wisely, blood magic has been the most powerful type of art that humans and witches intended to study and learn the traditional arts of magic. So it's not just about hearts and souls, it's about the heart of a magician that believes in magic! Humanity has no rights to treat magicians that way, no...Rather it's the heartless that wants us to take the blame for it. Despite a villain's wicked ways, I am going to tell Oswald to stop that monster from...from destroying the "real" world. After that, there is no turning back on whoever is about to make humankind and witchkind get into prosperity together.

Kimial : Help! What are you doing!? You bald headed freak! Get away from me!

Kamek : That sounds trouble!

Kimial : No! Ox Ford! Stop! What kind of bald headed wanted to make you fall for me!? I'm not dating a geek!

Kamek : Ox and Ford? As in...Oxford the Magikoopa!? Oh no, Brother what have you become!?

[cues "Vergier vs. The Chevaliers" by Naofumi Hataya]

Mizune : Wait. Oxford? You know him?

Kamek : He's that no good brother of mine who has his sights on the Tanuki Witch that my brethren have been developing for all these years. But he always keeps getting in my darn way and tried to get his hands on the witch that I've been working on. So I forbid him and Bowser stripped him from his duties before he created a heartless to make him look like him!

Mizune : Damn, Koopas! Always trying to be stupid enough when it comes to making witches fall in love with turtles. [To Kamek] No offense by the way. Looks like that freak is gonna pay for being a perverted nerd. Come, follow me!

Kamek : R-Right!

(cuts Kimial being chased by Ox)

Kimial : (while running) *panting* Please, Ox! I'm not your type! I don't know why I was into you!

Ox : Come back, Kimial! Why can't you understand to me!?

Kimial : I don't even like nerds! Please! Get away from me! Help! Help!

(changes to Mizune and Kamek running after Ox and Kimial)

Kamek : I don't know why I was so clueless when my brother created a heartless disguising himself as a human.

Mizune : Because that inhabitant from the Ohkuboverse isn't a meister, it's actually a heartless that wanted Kimial's heart. No wonder why he was friends with Maka back before the Ohkuboverse was destroyed.

Kamek : It's because of that darn legacy Shinra left behind before he became a life form and his man-made son forced everyone to cherish it.

Mizune : Well, that's a relief. I won't let Shinra's foolishness get away with everything that they got! [To Ox] Come here, you perverted bastard! I am going to stop you myself!

Kamek : [To Ox] Heartless of Oxford the Magikoopa! I forbid you stop teasing with that girl! She's not the one you are interested!

Mizune : You thinking, what I'm thinking?

Kamek : Because, I'm paying dear respect for my brother's foolishness, and now...he'll be joining the same fate along with those that became heartless!

Mizune : Good! Cause I can use a mallet smash his skull til his head pops out and cracked wide open.

Kamek : [To Mizune] Umm, perhaps that too violent. Why don't we knock his head with a bar.

Mizune : [To Kamek] That's too violent as well!

Mizune : Well, we gotta do something.

*DING*

Mizune : (genuinely) That's it! We can't stop his perversion to make Kimial for him, we can stop his beating heart!

Kamek : [To Kamek] : That's it! You're a genius! We gotta stop my brother's heart before he reaches to that girl! It's all for nothing, daughter of Mouser!

Mizune : Same to you, brother of Oxford! Let's do this together...with style!

(changes to Kimial stopping at a Dead End)

Kimial : Damn it! I made it to a dead end!

Ox : There's no escape from me now, Kimial. Please, understand to me! Make me your boyfriend!

Kimial : Yamero! Hanase! Tatsukete Kudasai!

Ox : I'm not giving up, as I, first name Ox and Last Ford the meister, would make you understand that I will be yours and we can have ourselves a future together! How does that sound, Kimmy? Huh? How does that sound.

Mizune : I'd say, that sounds like a lot of romance crap to make school girls fall in love nerds.

Ox : What? (turns to see Mizune and Kamek) Wait a second, I know you guys. You're the daughter of that mobster, Mouser. And you...you are Oxford's brother and creator of the Tanuki Witch. I see...I clearly remember now...I was thought to be human all this time. But I realize something that I'm actually a heartless working for Shinra Kusakabe's son, Darkside Death. He told me that I knew you all along. I've waited years to make mincemeat out of the Yoshis and the Koops for a long time, but you never accepted your brother's appreciation.

Kamek : That's what I heard from a low-class heartless like you, punk.

Ox : Congratulations on finding out that I, First Ox and last name Ford the Meister, is really a heartless in disguise all along. I'm the heartless created by Kamek the Magikoopa's brother, the real Oxford!

[cues "Showdown" by Yutaka Minobe]

Kimial : You mean...I was stalked by a Magikoopa's sibling the entire time?

Mizune : So you wanted to throw your brother's life away, is that it? All this time, you were working for the heartless for personal covers ups and make Kimial to understand that you wanted her to fall in love with you? Well, guess what? She doesn't like boys because she heart broken by her previous boyfriend back in Tokyo!

Kimial : Yeah, it's true. That is the real reason I was not interested in boys all the time, my lover broke up with me when I was finding out that I was going to kiss another girl. I was into other girls all this time and that I realized that I have a soulmate that I had a sudden heartbeat. It wasn't a boy's heart, it was a girl's heart and that heart belongs to Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre!

Ox : Oh, is that so. You and Jacqueline are in love? Same-Sex love?

Kimial : Yes, it's always been like that and it's time for me to come out of the closet, I'm not into boys, I'm into girls. And there's nothing that you can do about it! So leave me be and never want to show your face again!!

Ox : I see...If I can't make you mine, then I guess that I have been a heartless disguising myself as the human meister, first name Ox and last name Ford. But actually, it's Oxford, with a capital "O" and a "X".

Kimial : You're just showing true colors because you wouldn't make me fall in a love with a witch, do you? I'm already having a loving heart, because I've already chosen someone. I guess some friends were never meant to be that way. After all, there was no Ox nor a Ford, the meister First name Ox and Last Ford doesn't really exist. I never met him, and he was just the brother of that Magikoopa, the one who was stalking me on purpose!

Mizune : She's right, Ox Ford the meister isn't a meister, but a magikoopa who happens to be a perverted brother.

Ox : Yeah!? Well...Stay back! (holds Kimial hostage)

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 7]

Kimial : Hanase! Hanase! Oi, Hanase!

Ox : Stand back before she gets it! If she can't be mine, then I'll have to make her mine, but taking her heart out!

Kamek : You wouldn't dare kill a witch, would ya? She's the only relative of Inca the witch!

Mizune : You heartless monster! Let her go instant!

Kimial : Yamero...Yamero...(outbursts) YAMEROOOOOOO!!!

Ox : [To Kimial] Tell, Kamek's brother...That I put my "rod" in a tanuki's butt.

Kamek : Wait, what?

Kimial : O...Ox-san?

*DBZ SFX : Strong Hit*

Ox : *gags*

Kimial : Eh? (as Ox releases him) *coughs*

Mizune & Kimial : Huh?!

Ox : I...I have been stabbed...in the back.

*DBZ SFX : Collapses*

Jacqueline : Are you alright, my dear?

Kimial : Ummm...Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for saving me...Jacqueline?

Jacqueline : You're safe with me...for now.

Harvey Eclair : And I never thought that Ox was really something that he isn't.

Ashley : Excellent deduction, Mr. Eclair. the name Ox the Meister, isn't Ox the Meister...But he's not from around these parts.

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 11]

Ox : (moans) I don't feel so hot. (Gags)

(as he reverts into a heartless copy of a yellow Magikoopa : it's Kamek's brother Oxford)

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Mizune : Wh-What the-!? Ox Ford the Meister's...

Kamek : He looks just like my brother! Only heartless! So this is what the DWMA has been hiding, a heartless copy pretending to be a meister, all this time...My brother created a heartless copy of himself to make it look like he was human and a meister.

Harvey Eclair : That so-called meister was a fake. He was trying to get the witch's attention, to have her heart. But I knew the heart belongs to somebody else.

Jacqueline : And that's me...I'm Kimial Diehl's true lover, Jacqueline. (Comforts Kimial)

Ashley : Hmph.

Kimial : Oh, Jacqueline! I was worried about you! I thought OX would be a type of guy, but turns out he wasn't! I don't want to be with boys anymore! I'm sick of boys! I couldn't been more dumber than I look!

Jacqueline : There, there. Hopefully I understand a problem with loneliness in the past and I figured it out on what caused your loneliness. Ah yes, your previous lover caught you having love affairs with another girl, that explains why you ran away. Talk about problems with NTR. Is that the real reason you chose me?

(Kimial nods)

Jacqueline : Good. Nobody is taking Kimial away from me.

Kimial : So...No second chances...could you please...forgive me as well?

Jacqueline : Yes, I forgive you.

*later*

Kimial : So Ox Ford the Meister was really a magikoopa who and it's not Ox and Ford, it's "Oxford" as in "Oxford the Magikoopa"?

Kamek : Yes, Oxford's my brother, I wouldn't trust him if I was him, he's been harassing the Tanuki witches that I've been developing for the past years. It seems that the data within your blood samples confirmed that you are both human and witch.

Kimial : So I'm half-human and half-witch. Tanuki Witches were just experiments from the very start. The Tanuki Leaf power up was behind of everything, that's why I was wanted to attend the school, no...the school called Death Weapon Meister Academy is none other than a subsidiary of World Heroes Force Organization...But where do you think that the Organization is?

Kamek : Get a load of this note. I just sampled saying that about Maka's mother proclaiming that the planet would never fall into despair, but that's Sephiroth's thing to do.

Kimial : Really? What's it say? (looks at the letter, reads it) "Dear, everyone in the Ohkuboverse. I now realize that World Heroes Force organization remains in the real world as the Time Eater has begun to destroy this universe, along with us and my beloved iris after creating Soul World and my son, Death as well." He created Soul Eater just for the sake of his dying world, and the Time Eater annihilated everyone, including him, his beloved iris, and the entire Ohkuboverse as well.

Kamek : That's what he gets for making the inhabitants arrogant beings. His heroism was the influence of everything, Shinra Kusakabe and the burst was the beginning of everything! Now what the does last note of the letter say?

Kimial : (continues reading the note) "Following this after the destruction of the universe, only those who knows about World Heroes Force's main source to be founded in the real world, but then my own son has decided to give the organization a subsidiary as it's successor or predecessor, the subsidiary that will be known as Death Weapon Meister Academy". Oh shucks! Now I know where the parent organization of the DWMA is, and it's in Japan.

"The school known as Death Weapon Meister Academy we all know and love was only the subsidiary of World Heroes Force..."

"It's the name of the organization run by Shinra Kusakabe himself..."

"But Shinra's dead, and he came back as a life form who lost everything in the Ohkuboverse's past and future."

"Can't believe that we Meisters or Weapons have been under his influence the entire time, and for me...a witch who was enforced to be under his influence as well..."

"Does this mean that we have been pawns in Shinra's hand...?"

"That's why Drawcia wanted to get rid of the DWMA..."

"To make them disappear, never return, or even let them go away..."

Kimial : Drawcia gives the DWMA a suspension Decree. And for all intents and purposes, the school we all know and love...is finished!

Ashley : So now...it's up to Clear Heart Force to take care of the evil forces...with our help!

"DEATH WEAPON MEISTER ACADEMY IS FINISHED!"

~ Mission 38 : The Win for True Love ~

[my-brothers-corrupted]

My Brothers, Corrupted

Book Five: Section Eleven

Chase reconnects with his daughter. Jackie deals with some feelings, but doesn't handle their aftermath well, and ends up getting hurt. Masterlist

Tws for self-hatred, past abuse, violence, blood, and fighting. Tws may not be completely exhaustive - keep in mind the heaviness of the fic and look out for yourself.

Thank you to @lehhoh7822 for taking the time to compile this book!

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She sits on the grass on the other side of the pond, avoiding his gaze.

“You sure?”

“She’s ready,” Stacy encourages, putting her hand on Chase’s arm. “Just… give her space if she gets upset.”

Chase nods resolutely, straightening up. He steps away from Stacy and moves towards his daughter.

“Can I sit down with you?” he asks, standing beside her.

She doesn’t answer. Her eyes flicker over to him. He sinks down into the grass, folding his knees up as he sits beside her.

“Izzy,” he says softly. “I’m really sorry I went away.”

Izzy sniffles. She has Stacy’s dark hair and eyes, but her face is more like Chase’s - and so are her sticking-out ears. He smiles down at her despite the seriousness of the situation. She has a little yellow soccer jersey on and light-up shoes. He wishes he knew how to express to her that two months ago he would have died just for the chance to see this little girl even once - and now, how excruciatingly wonderful it is that he can see her and her brother without any price but his heart.

“Why don’t you remember me, Daddy?” asks Izzy, hiccuping with sobs. “You’re my Papa.”

“Anti really hurt my head,” says Chase quietly, because she is old enough not to be lied to. “And I got very confused and upset, and I couldn’t remember who I was or where you were. I was really unhappy because I was missing you, but I still couldn’t remember. I had to try really hard for a really long time to remember anything at all. But Izzy, even when I was really sad, when I would have dreams of you and Hunter… they made me happy again. Because I knew you were somewhere in the world, and I knew Anti didn’t have you. And he never will, Zig-Zag. He’s never going to get any of us again.”

“Did Anti hurt you, Dad?” asks Izzy.

Chase frowns, scooting so that they are facing each other, sitting together on the grass. “Anti did hurt me and your uncles,” he says. “And sometimes, I’m still really sad from the things that he did to me. I’m really sad that I lost more than a year when I could have been here being your Papa. But now that he’s gone, I get a chance to be happier and not get hurt anymore.”

Izzy plays with one of Hunter’s toy trucks in the grass, wiping at her snotty face as she considers this.

“And if you’d give me one,” says Chase. “I would really like to have a chance to be a good Papa to you again too. Because even though I still get sad sometimes, I will do anything to make sure that you are happy - and that you never have to lose your Dad like that again. Izzy. I love you so much. Look at me, Zig-Zag.”

Her eyes look up at him. He touches her little hand and is nearly shocked out of his focus - her skin buzzes, just a little, just like Anti’s used to. And he wonders if this was one of the reasons he let his monster hold him so many times: because even then, even at his worst, he was looking for his child.

“You and Hunter are the most important people in the world to me,” he whispers. “And I am never letting anyone take me from you again.”

“You’re going to be happy again, Dad? You’re not going to go?”

“I’m not going to go,” says Chase. “And now that I’ve find you, I have the greatest reason in the world to be happy again.”

Izzy cries silent tears, looking up at him with her mouth pinched and trembling. He touches her face.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she says, and she reaches out for a hug.

Chase pulls his child to his heart. That is where she will stay for the rest of his life.

Something crashes into him from behind and he lets out a bark of a laugh as Hunter clambers onto his back, squeezing his neck so hard he can barely breathe. He clutches them both to his body and drops down into the grass, making them squeal with laughter as he pins and kisses them, clutching at their heads and blowing raspberries into their stomachs. And in the laughter of his children and the warm apple smell of their shampoo and the heat of the sun on their soft hair, he can see and hear and feel the whole of his future - and for the first time in his life, he is not scared of anything that is to come.

His name is Chase. His future is bright and beautiful, and he is looking forward to every goddamn second of it.

Anonymous asked:

Should Chase stay with the magicians too for a bit so he doesn't have to separate from Hunter? Just a suggestion! Poor kid seems really scared of being away from him again.

“Well, what do we think about that?” asks Marvin, taking a sip from his drink. Stacy offered to get them lunch. Then Jackie got defensive about JJ not being around too many people, and then JJ got a little sulky, so Henrik defended him and Marvin pointed out that Jackie just doesn’t like Stacy, and then everybody squabbled a little, and now they’re at a restaurant with a quiet patio so everybody’s relatively happy.

“I don’t want to overwhelm the kids,” worries Stacy.

“They’re latched onto him like a limpet,” Henrik points out, grinning. Chase does have both the kids on his lap, sharing his fries with them and letting them smear ketchup on his face and then laugh at him.

“Yeah, but Chase wouldn’t be living with us long-term,” Stacy points out. “I don’t want to raise their expectations. Mum and Dad are still separated. What if they get separation anxiety when he leaves to go home? Or when we have to go back to Sweden?”

“I’ll make more mirrors,” promises Marvin. “We can visit anytime. It’ll be no problem.”

“Thank you,” says Stacy fondly. Then she gives Marvin a smack on the arm. “Now eat your food, you’ve barely touched anything but your water.”

“Okay, okay! Sheesh.”

Jackie glowers at his sister-in-law from across the table, somehow managing to make drinking orange soda look menacing.

“Chase can be a little attached to Henrik anyway,” Marvin mumbles under his breath. “Schneep, how are you two doing with the co-dependence?”

“We are not co-dependent!”

“You sleep cuddled up together and wear each other’s clothes.”

Henrik grumbles. “I would be okay for one night. Maybe, um, sleep with JJ instead… room is dark.”

“We’re all a little co-dependent,” admits Marv. “It’s not a shame, it’s how we got through all of this. But is Chase able to spend a night away from you?”

“I’d be willing to try it,” says Chase, grinning a little nervously. “For these two.” He lands kisses in their hair. “But it’s up to you, Stace. I’m still a little, um. Unstable sometimes.”

“Maybe we could try a weekend instead,” says Stacy. “Just to make sure they understand Dad’s not moving in and not entirely ready to have sleepovers at his place.”

“Kids, you understand if Dad isn’t moving in, right?” asks Chase, putting a hand on Izzy’s hair.

“Will you come see me again tomorrow, though?” squeaks Hunter, gripping Dad’s arm tight.

“Yes, baby, every day I can. And Mum has a phone so she can call us anytime if something happens, okay?”

Hunter slurps on a ginger ale, thinking. “Okay, Daddy. Will you call me to read me to sleep?”

“Sure, pumpkin.”

“Okay. And Izzy?”

“I know, Dad,” says Izzy seriously. “Sometimes we can’t see you when you’re having a tough time.”

He chuckles and kisses her hair again. “I’m okay. Just gotta take things slow. For me, too, cause I get overwhelmed.”

Anonymous asked:

I'm so happy for you Chase! Things are really coming together, I hope you enjoy every single moment with your kids. You're all making so much progress! Us cameras told you things would slowly get better if you kept fighting for your freedom and happiness. I'm so proud, for all the hopeless times you didn't give up through, and for beating the monster who ruled you. Gosh, you guys are free! It still feels impossible to believe!

“It is kind of wild, isn’t it?” chuckles Chase, just looking around. They’re just sitting at a nice restaurant - out in the open, able to buy food from a real place, with no fear of someone trying to hurt them or punish them. There’s no pain waiting at home. He can see his family again - here, alive, on his lap and smiling. Marvin looks more like himself, Henrik is talking, JJ’s breakdowns feel rarer and rarer each day, and Jackie’s not lunging across the table to choke-hold Chase’s ex-wife for touching his twin. That’s progress. It’s… stuff he never even dreamed of when he was with Anti.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Henrik has a hand on his arm. “Chase. Do you need a break?”

He realizes he might be crying a little. He wipes quickly at his face, laughing. “No. I’m okay. I’m… good. I’m really good.”

Izzy looks up at him seriously. He smiles down at her and she raises her hand to put her fingers in the hair of his nape, soothing him. He bends to knock their heads together and she holds on to him.

Anonymous asked:

Jj, how are you doing? You're in public, you get to see and be with your family, and you're not ever going to be a prisoner again. You must be absolutely chuffed if not a bit anxious.

“Splendid, good chap, I’m mighty chuffed - ”

“No! No, don’t get him started on that!”

“Jolly good time, innit?”

“You can’t spell out the word ‘innit,’ you little bastard - ”

“Brilliant, really, I’m positively scuppered to be - ”

Jackie puts an arm around his neck and pins JJ to the table, making him whistle in protest and laugh. Jackie rolls his eyes and lets him go after a minute, grinning despite himself to see JJ laughing.

“You’re feeling okay?”

“I’m pretty good today,” says JJ. “Lately, not too bad. I’m lucky to be the sort of person who can function with schizophrenia quite well when medicated. I still have some problems with the negative symptoms - the depression sometimes, the lack of interest in other people. And with my trauma I am still scared of people touching me, and I know that when I get triggered I go right back to playing pet or sometimes being violent… but I feel safe most of the time lately.”

“Do you think you could live like this for a while, then?” asks Jackie hopefully. “We’ll rebuild the house in the woods and you can settle down and be alright.”

JJ chuckles, glancing down. “Well… yes, I think I’d be alright. But the only thing is… I am a little aimless.”

“Aimless?”

“Jackie, I do miss England. I like living here just fine, but I am sort of homesick. I just stay in the apartment all day unless one of you takes me on a walk or something. I’m not a part of anything outside of this family. It’s hard for me to communicate with other people. Between the reaction to strangers, the mutism, and the schizophrenia… I don’t know if I should hope for anything more than coping for the rest of my life. I’m just sort of - sort of used up, I guess.”

Jackie blinks, startled by the admission. “JJ, that’s not true. What do you want to do? You can have whatever you want!”

JJ chuckles. “I don’t know. I’m not sure what I want or if it would even be worth hoping for. Sort of sounds nice having a job I like. Having some friends.”

Jackie’s stomach tightens. He wants to be away from him all day? Alone without brothers there if he gets freaked out or sick? Who’s going to translate for him? Who’s going to take care of him if he starts hallucinating or becomes delusional? What if he gets violent, what then?

“Um, well, think on it a little more, yeah?” he offers. “Maybe in the meantime your job can be helping me fix up the house.”

JJ smiles. “That sounds good.”

“Good.” Jackie pats his shoulder. “That’s good.”

Anonymous asked:

Don't baby JJ, please Jackie. He's a functioning adult who can talk for himself and take care of himself. If he wants a job I think it would be good for him, putting himself out there and healing. Just don't let your protective nature suffocate him.

Jackie drums his fingers against the table, trying not to go through a thousand things that could go wrong if JJ was alone. Fuck, he knows he can’t just keep them all in the apartment, he knows that - but there’s so many bad things that can happen.

He told him directly to his face the other day that he has trouble respecting him as an adult. That was mean. What was he even thinking? He has to be more supportive. He knows. If he doesn’t always feel it, he’ll fake it until it’s true. That’s what his siblings are trying to tell him, he thinks - that he can’t make them happy and they can’t make him happy.

But that sucks when all he wants is to make them happy!

“Maybe work with some animals,” JJ continues, eating his fish and chips. “I love little animals and Anti never let me have any.”

Jackie tries not to overturn the table with how hard his knee is bouncing against it. “That would be really good, Jameson,” he manages. “You’d be good at it.”

JJ smiles at him. “You think?”

No. Stay home and you can have any pets you want. He’ll buy him a whole ostrich farm if he wants.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Actually,” pipes up Chase on the other side of the table. “Now that Henrik’s doing better, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting a job too.”

Holy shit, they’re all trying to kill him.

Anonymous asked:

You do make them happy Jackie, but their happiness shouldn't come only from you. You need to let them branch out and do things on their own. You already know you can't keep them in the house 24/7, that's a start. Work on your paranoia and try to be less anxious. Please chat with a therapist about it, yeah? You're paranoid and anxious because of rules Anti drove into you about keeping them safe, but try and know that they can keep themselves safe too.

“Knowing facts doesn’t really make things better,” rumbles Jackie, rocking in his chair. “Still feels bad!”

JJ has his hand on his arm by now, trying to ground him. “Hey, hey. Jackie. Need a break?”

“No, I don’t need a break.”

“Jackie, loud voice.”

“Sorry.”

JJ squeezes his arms around his shoulders until Jackie is a little more calm.

“Therapist would be a good idea, Jackie,” says JJ, brushing a bit of hair from his eyes. “You could go see someone who isn’t just a talk therapist. Marvin’s going to therapy, right, Marvin?”

Marvin flushes a little, but he nods. “Right… yeah. I’ll go again next week.”

“I can’t really think about that right now,” says Jackie, too loud again. “Ask me later.”

“Okay.”

Anonymous asked:

Jackie, what's wrong? Too much change all at once?

“Yeah, oh, imagine that,” he growls under his breath. “Maybe we don’t have to talk about JJ and Chase getting jobs and wanting to see England and Marvin not coming home and staying with strangers and how I need to change and going back to therapy and Chase having a family outside of us and some girl I don’t even know touching my twin and paying for lunch cause I can’t and - ”

“Jackie. Jackie.” JJ pulls his attention to him. “You’re okay.”

The anger and fear and frustration boil under his skin. He wants to shake JJ and yell that he’s not okay and that JJ can’t go. But he doesn’t. Especially not in front of the kids. He bites on his tongue and rocks until the chair is rocking off its front legs with him. JJ holds him steady and doesn’t let the chair fall, patient.

“We can go home,” he signs.

“Not going home,” says Jackie.

“Okay. Just, if you need to - ”

“I don’t need to!”

“Okay.” JJ reaches out to pull Jackie’s hood up over his head. The sun lessens. It’s a little better. JJ is patting his hand heavily, almost striking him, a soothing drum against his wrist. “We’ll be done eating and can go home in a few, yes?”

“Yes,” mumbles Jackie. “Okay.”

They do finish eating soon, but everyone is talking so much they end up staying a while longer. The kids are chatting at Dad about everything they’ve been up to and turning to their uncles sometimes too, shyly reconnecting, even trying out timid, broken sign language their mother has been trying to teach them for Uncle JJ. Chase has his babies on his lap and his partner at his side, and don’t they look like a happy nuclear family? Everyone chats. Stacy chats. Stacy talks to all his brothers like nothing is wrong, and Jackie gets a vindictive sort of joy when JJ is shy of her, or maybe still a little unforgiving of the past. He hunkers down beside Jackie instead of engaging with her. Jackie puts a possessive arm around his baby brother. He feels like his only anchor right now - but even he is talking about leaving.

Which should be a good thing! Jackie knows that. When did he lose the ability to picture him being safe on his own? JJ’s kicked his ass in the past, but somehow Jackie still sees everyone hurting him. Maybe he spent so long separated from him, hearing him crying and scratching at the door of his room, that he just got used to thinking his baby brother was alone and in pain. Or maybe he really is just letting his anxiety eat him alive. Maybe he’s just seen all of them get beat one too many times.

They go home and Jackie closes himself into his room, listening as his youngest brothers play games and let Chase talk for hours about his kids and everything he envisions for them. Jackie feels a wave of guilt that he’s being such a sour grape - but more than that is the humiliation of knowing that out of everyone, he is the only one who does not seem to be moving forward.

When his brothers go to sleep that night all distraction fades from the house. The darkness of his room closes in on him. He sees the little black sound booth where he works and the dying swan girl in her ballet shoes on the stage, separated from her lover forever. He sees the cold concrete basement of the house in Norway, and Marvin sprinting down the beach away from him, leaving Jackie behind, bleeding out on the floor, as his siblings all vanished around him. He watches Max crumple in the graveyard - and he turns his back on him, and goes back to his monster.

Jackie feels something simmering beneath his flesh. He wipes hot tears from his eyes. There is something inside his body that could snap in half like a tongue depressor if he let it. There is something there that could collapse like a burned bedroom in the attic of a house abandoned in the woods. He’s everywhere and nowhere. Alone and surrounded by everyone who hates him. By everyone he’s killed.

He sits on his bed in the dark.

“How predictable,” comes a drawling voice behind him, and Jackie freezes stiff, fists clenching together. “I always knew you would find your way here. Jack’s little hero, breaking down like a child… you’re pathetic, Red.”

“Go away,” says Jackie, voice trembling. “You’re dead.”

“Don’t you nightmare about me every night?” asks Anti smugly, circling the bed. There is nothing in the darkness but his eyes, green as venom, and a faint outline. “Don’t I still haunt you, even dead? Poor widdle Roser. If only you hadn’t been so afraid, maybe you could have killed off my memory instead of letting your little brother do it for you.”

“I forced Dark to give Blue his magic back,” snarls Jackie. “I burned you down with light when you were out of control in the forest. I am still a warrior.”

“You’re a little boy,” laughs Anti. “Just my little killer. And now, without anybody to direct you, you’re nothing at all.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m still their big brother.”

“They don’t even need you, Red.”

“I’m Jackie.”

“Some hero. You know that the moment you let yourself feel anything other than anger, you’re going to have a tantrum like a toddler.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I used to have to beat you to unconsciousness when you exploded like that. Kicking and screaming and sobbing like a baby for someone to come save you.”

“You are dead. Go away.”

“I ought to do it again.” There’s a glimmer in the darkness and Jackie shrinks back on himself as he recognizes old torture devices he had almost forgotten, from when Anti was first breaking him in. “See you writhing and chewing your fingers for comfort again.”

“You leave me alone,” says Jackie, rocking himself and closing his eyes. “I’m going to wake up now. I’m going to wake up.”

“Come on, Jackie. Why don’t you admit you’re just an out-of-control baby with temper problems and too much strength for him to hold back? No wonder everyone is giving up on you.”

“I’m going to wake up. I’m going to wake up!”

“Oh, no, darling. This isn’t a nightmare. You’re mine now, Bloodred.”

Anti is on top of him and the sharp sting of a whip comes down directly on Jackie’s face, making him scream aloud, blood flooding down his face. He’s chained to a bed, tied up in barbed wire, wailing as it cuts into him. In the corner, Dapper is tied up by the throat, slumped against the wall, unable to do anything but watch with dead eyes. Jackie howls for him even though he knows he can’t help. Anti crushes Jackie’s nose with the heel of his boot and whips him again.

Anti’s yelling about something he doesn’t remember, some failure of his mixed with Red being loud, Red being annoying, Red being intolerable. His little brother is sick in the corner. Why can’t he save him? Why can’t he get up? He’s stuck under Anti’s feet as the blows come down. If he just holds still, maybe he can avoid something worse than getting whipped. Why won’t anybody come help him? What did he do? Anti turns to Dapper and Red screams for his attention, kicking at him to re-ignite his fury, to turn him away from his brother. And as the leather comes down on him again, Jackie recognizes something he no longer has - the comfort of being needed, desperately, by the whole rest of his family. The single relief for his heart in those times: the chance to protect them. The lone joy of being able to be a hero to them.

“I’ll beat you to death and make him bring you back again!” screams Anti, throwing aside the whip to straddle Jackie and draw his fist back, striking him again and again. “I’ll make you beg for mercy like the useless little bitch you are! You’re pathetic, Jackie! You’re pathetic! No wonder no one - fucking - wants you!”

Anti buries his teeth in Red’s throat.

Jackie wakes up screaming and tearing at his bedsheets, sobbing and ripping holes into the cloth. He cries like wild, tugging his hoodie close to his body and chewing on the strings of his hood.

If Blue were here, he could hold on to him, and he would rub his back and whisper reassurances to him. Squish him to his body and stroke his hair. But Blue isn’t here. Blue got sick of him. The fighting and the nightmares and the - the - the stuckness of Jackie, the obsessions and stubborn immobility, the terrified refusal to acknowledge everything that’s wrong. Jackie weeps into his pillow, shaking with an emotion too big to identify. All he knows is he wants to hit something. Hit everything. He screams and strikes his pillow once, twice. He strikes himself, hitting his head with his open palm as hard as he can. He tears out of bed, stalking around his room, grinding his teeth and trying to make the tears stop. How many nights in a row has Anti tortured him? Screamed at him? Told him how useless he is? Why won’t it ever stop?

“Pathetic!” he shrieks. “I’m not pathetic! And I - hero! Heroism, I’ll show you, fucking - ah!”

He screams, striking the wall with his fist. Fury and hatred like it’s the only thing left in him boils against his bones.

Jackie sinks to his knees, heaving.

“Look at me,” he chokes into the darkness. “I can’t… I can’t… I want…”

He wants to break in half.

He wants to go crying to his brothers and ask for help.

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t.

After long minutes, Jackie drags himself to his feet, shaking.

“Pathetic,” he growls. “Yeah, we’ll see. We’ll see.”

He pulls his sneakers on and opens the door to the apartment. The hot night air rushes over him in a swirl of wind. He draws his hood down low, over his eyes.

There’s something burning under his skin. Only one way to get it out.

Anonymous asked:

Jackie please tell me you're just going for a run, not going to get in more fights....

“If you don’t want to come,” he says, pulling his hood up, “then don’t.”

Anonymous asked:

No, we want to come. You need someone to tell your brothers if you get hurt. This is a bad idea though JBM. You could get arrested or worse. Just be cautious.

“Well, wouldn’t that just be a treat for everyone,” he mutters, feeling sorry for himself. Something skitters in the street behind him and he whirls around, alert, but nothing’s there.

“Whatever. I’m not even out for a fight. Just - someone might need help.”

He always seems to find someone who needs the violent sort of help when he’s angry.

Anonymous asked:

Marvin, Jackie is about go go get into fights again. Can you call or text him something, or maybe go to him? I know it's late but I'm scared for him. He needs someone to be rational with him.

Marvin’s in bed in the guest room of one of his magician friend’s houses. He stirs sleepily, grappling at the camera on the bedside drawer like his phone is going off, and reads the message distantly, not entirely sure if he’s dreaming or not. He flops back into bed, exhausted. Is it better to go to Jackie and comfort and help him, or is there a point at which he has to start letting Jackie deal with this on his own? He doesn’t even know where Jackie is right now. He’s drifting back to sleep as he considers his options.

Anonymous asked:

Jackie you know Anti was lying all those times. He lied and broke you down because he was scared of you. You beat him into dust once, and you can do it to his memory again. You are strong and capable and your family will always need you, even in the smallest ways they need you to be a protector and provider and big brother. Them having more freedom doesn't undermine that fact. You need to let this anger out, that burning feeling inside. It's OK to break in two. It's OK to go to your brothers for help. It doesn't make you weak or pathetic or anything that monster called you.

Jackie trudges down the street, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket and eyes on the pavement. In his head, he knows he beat Anti and that his brother was scared of him for good reasons - but why doesn’t that make the memory of Anti go away? He’s dreamed of him for months now. The nightmares did not change at all when he died. In his head, he’s still so real, and Jackie is still so powerless.

He wants his siblings to need him. So they’ll stay. But aren’t they all learning to protect and provide for themselves? What then? What if they want to move out? What happens when they realize how broken he is and how useless?

A girl scurries past him, catching his eye. She’s clutching her purse close to her and walking rapidly, eyes downcast. Her keys are held tightly between her fingers.

Jackie’s eyes narrow at the sight of a man in a big grey coat pacing a few meters behind her. He draws back into an alleyway and waits for the man to pass him.

Anonymous asked:

Your brothers being able to take care of themselves doesn't make you useless or weak, Jackie. Your life cannot revolve solely around taking care of them. That's why Marvin was asking if you had done anything for yourself at all. You're co-dependent, Jackie. You rely on them to make you feel needed. You need to learn how to live with just yourself again, need to learn to be just 'Jackie', not always 'Jackie the big brother'. I believe you can do it, you are strong enough, brave enough.

Live with just himself? That sounds awful. He doesn’t even like himself.

Which is probably fucked up, he realizes a moment later. But what is he supposed to do? He looks down at his hands and remembers leaving bruises on his younger brothers and digging garbage out of the trash to find something to eat. He sees his face and remembers how Max looked at him before he left him splayed out on the ground, abandoned. His failures seem to follow him everywhere he goes.

Co-dependent… he’s the one who will provide for them. That’s not dependency. Right?

A rock skitters on the pavement behind him.

Speaking of following him.

He whirls around, and this time, he is able to catch a flash of a dark figure darting into the alleyway before everything falls silent again.

Jackie stares into the darkness.

He creeps forward, hands raised, and waits for someone to jump out at him.

Instead, he comes fully around the corner of the alleyway, and there, a little pink in the cheeks -

“Dammit, Jameson!”

“Hi, Jackie,” signs his little brother cheerfully. “You seemed mad.”

“Did you follow me from the apartment?”

“I felt like something bad was going to happen,” complains JJ, and he does make puppy-dog-eyes, but Jackie’s pretty sure he’s just being a cute little shit on purpose, not actually getting into a bad headspace. “You were shouting a lot.”

Jackie swears and backs away from him, kicking a trash bin outside the building beside them.

“Jackie, come home. It’s late.”

“I’m fine, JJ. I’m a goddamn adult, okay? Everybody needs to stop acting like I can’t handle myself.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

Jackie shoots him a glare. “Just - fine, look, there’s some creep following this girl. I’m going to trail them and make sure she gets home okay. Are you coming or what?”

“Not leaving you out late at night,” signs JJ, pushing past him. “Let’s go.”

Anonymous asked:

JJ you could check out local deaf support groups or clubs where people would know sign! That's a good way go make friends without needing a translator! I know you're mute, not deaf, but in my experience as a speech impaired person deaf groups are more than welcoming. I think having more people you trust would be really good for you.

“Deaf support groups… I think I had forgotten those existed.” JJ paces behind Jackie, tapping his chin. “That could be really perfect, actually. Well, I guess I would still be pretty nervous. I haven’t really talked to anyone but my brothers in years now. But that could be a way to get back on the horse. To actually start communicating with other people. I don’t know. Won’t they think I’m so weird? I’ve lived like a hermit. But maybe it would be worth trying. Yeah, I can see that. Maybe I can try and find one in town. Thank you, that’s a good idea.”

“She’s going to her apartment building,” mumbles Jackie, watching the girl dart up the stairs. “He looks like he’s going to try and follow her into the building.”

The stalker is gaining speed as the girl tries to get into her building, no doubt hoping to follow her all the way to her apartment and find out where she lives, while she’s trying to get inside and disappear before he can.

“Hey!” barks Jackie, striding towards the man, who stops short, turning to look at Jackie. The girl casts one desperate look back at Jackie and takes this as her chance to get away, hurrying inside the building and all but sprinting out of view. The man’s face sours, looking back at Jackie, but most creeps like this aren’t going to do anything while they know somebody’s watching.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you,” shouts Jackie, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thought you’d follow her home? Leave her the hell alone, you gobshite.”

The stranger’s eyes are dark, and in the light perched above the apartment building, Jackie sees for just a second the glitter of a knife held between his hand and his pants pocket in warning. Jackie squares his shoulders, mouth curled. JJ stands beside him on the pavement, picking at his nails.

The man scoffs and paces towards them, looking off down the street. Jackie narrows his eyes but lets him walk towards them. He doesn’t look like he’s planning to attack, all hunched up, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Jackie caught him in the act and there’s nothing more to be done. Wrapping an arm around JJ’s shoulders, Jackie watches the man go by.

The stranger slams his shoulder into JJ as he passes, turning to give them one last glare before walking away.

Or that’s probably his plan.

But the moment he shoves into JJ, Jackie feels his younger brother go stiff beneath his arm. He does not gasp or whistle indignantly - he just goes very, very still, tense as a horse pulled to a sudden stop.

Coming from someone who has been forced to both witness JJ being beat and to physically fight Jameson himself, it’s not a good sign.

That man just touched him.

No one is allowed to touch JJ but his brothers.

No one.

“Jameson,” Jackie has one second to say, and then his little brother turns and grabs that man by the curls of his greasy hair, and slams the heel of his palm into his face.

Anonymous asked:

Jameson don't! You don't have a supernatural being to hide you anymore, if you kill somebody or assault somebody you'll get arrested! I know they touched you and you feel no one is supposed to, but just hit them once or twice and let them go, I don't want you to end up in prison. Jackie try to hold him back if you can, this could go really badly.

“Jamie! Jamie!” Jackie snatches him around the waist, all but yanking him into the air, but JJ thrashes against his chest, snarling. The stranger is hollering at them, that knife held in his hand, but Jackie can barely concentrate with Jameson spitting and writhing in his grip. He pulls him away from the man, wrapping a hand around Jameson’s throat to try and still him, without much success. “Jameson, no one will punish you! You’re okay! They’re right, I can’t hide you if the cops come. Jamie, you are in control, stop!”

Dapper spits at the stranger and gnashes his teeth, steadying himself against Jackie’s chest only long enough to kick out at the man with both feet. Jackie can practically feel the adrenaline and fear in his younger brother’s blood. All too well he remembers Anti’s jealous furies whenever Dapper was out of his sight. Sometimes he punished the others for getting too close to him, like when Jackie stole his Haldol from Anti in California, so Jackie hates to imagine the sort of anger it inspired in Anti when strangers got too close to his favorite pet.

“He’s not here,” Jackie cries, pulling JJ’s head to his heart. “Jamie, I know that freaks you out, but you have to remember you’re in control! You’re not his animal. You’re in control!”

Dapper tears out of his grip and lashes out at the stranger, fearless before the knife. Jackie shoves himself between them, and when that man comes at them with the blade, Jackie protects Jameson, shoving the stranger away and locking him into a fight. With one free hand, he shoves Dapper back, hard, and his little brother crashes to the ground, gasping.

Jackie takes a punch from the man, grunting as he hits his ribs, but he steadies and wraps the stranger into a headlock, flipping him onto the ground. The man’s older than Jackie and quite a bit bigger, and he roars with pain and anger as he hits the pavement. He grapples at Jackie’s legs, tearing him down to the pavement beside him, and then he’s on top of Jackie, pulling back that knife. Jackie pulls his knees to his chest and kicks the man hard in the stomach, giving him a chance to roll away, though another blow lands on his chest as he goes.

Jameson has bowed over himself in the middle of the pavement, kneeling with his head tucked into his chest and his hands gripping at his hair. Jackie thinks he is crying. He should never have let him come with him. What was he thinking? Bringing JJ with him to get in fights with creepy stalkers? He wanted to feel powerful again, to feel control as he pummeled some freak who deserved it into the ground, and maybe - just a little bit - he wanted to get hurt. But not to get his little brother hurt. He was supposed to help him with his fear of being touched - why hasn’t he been helping him?

There’s no time for more of Jackie’s self-loathing right now. That man is standing across from him, panting wildly, holding the knife up. There’s blood coming from his shattered nose, dripping down his curled-up lips. Jackie hates and fears him.

“Just get the fuck out of here!” he screams, snatching up a rock and coming at the man with it, throwing it half-heartedly towards him and making him flinch back. “You deserved that for following that poor girl, and then you just couldn’t go without shoving a guy half your size! Leave us alone, fucking creep!”

And thank God the man takes it as his chance to sprint away.

A wave of emotions washes over Jackie so fast it leaves him slightly dizzy. “Yeah, jackass!” he shouts. “Maybe you’ll think twice before shoving somebody who caught you in the act next time, freak!”

He leans over and puts his hands on his knees, panting harshly. Everything has gone quiet again. JJ isn’t making any noise, just hugging himself and pressing his forehead to the concrete of the pavement like he couldn’t get up if it would save his life.

“JJ…”

Jackie stumbles over to him, grabbing his shoulders and hunching over his body, landing a hand in his hair and holding on to him. “You are a wild little mongoose of a man, you know that? Shit, James, we’re okay… we’re okay…”

Anonymous asked:

Do we need to get the others for you?! Are either of you injured? You're okay, you guys will be alright.

“Are you okay? Come here.”

Jackie helps him sit up, trying not to be alarmed by how hard he’s shaking. “JJ, when was the last time someone else touched you?”

“Someone bumped me at the airport,” he offers weakly. “And Dark grabbed me.”

“Before that?”

“I don’t know. Anti got rid of them.”

Jackie pats the back of his head and pulls back, looking him over. He’s all freaked out, but - fuck, blood on his back. Jackie pulls his shirt up quickly, but there’s no wound underneath.

“Where’d that come from?”

“What?”

“There’s blood on you. Where are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, Jackie… I’m sorry, I know I’m a freak…”

“You’re not a freak, Jay, fuck. Anti just taught you some messed-up shit. Not your fault you’re a little violent when you’re scared. We just gotta work on it. You’re okay.” He squeezes his shoulder, searching through his hair for soft spots. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Jackie - ”

“I’m sorry I let you come with me.”

“You shouldn’t have come out at all, but - ”

“I know, I just get so insecure and I know it’s pathetic, I just - ”

“Jackie!” JJ claps in front of his face. “You’re the one bleeding!”

Jackie looks down at his shirt, where blood is pooling against his right breast.

“This is the hoodie Max gave me,” he whines. “Will the blood come out?”

JJ is tearing it off him and pulling up his shirt. Jackie takes the hoodie before it falls to the ground and hugs it to his uninjured side, mourning the stain on it.

JJ’s hands run over a knife wound in Jackie’s chest. “How do you feel?” he signs shakily.

“Okay. I thought he just hit me.”

“He got the knife in.”

“I am a little dizzy.”

Jameson knows well enough that the adrenaline will fade away all too soon, and then things will be worse than “a little dizzy.” He licks his dry mouth and gets to his feet, still dazed himself, and reaches out to help Jackie to his feet.

“Is it bad?” asks Jackie curiously.

“Let’s get home for now, okay? Just focus on that.”

“Okay.”

Anonymous asked:

Get home as quickly as you can guys. Henrik, Chase, are you awake? Jackie got seriously injured and is trying to make it home. JJ is with him, they got in a fight. Have medical supplies near by if you get this.

Noodle is awake in the middle of the night, zipping around the apartment at the speed of light and jumping on everything he can reach, and when he notices the camera beeping from the corner of the twins’ room, he decides to jump on that too.

“Pot Noodle! Fuck,” groans Chase, turning over. His cat springs away again. Chase rolls over to grab the camera. “Shit - Schneep, get up.”

“Mh? No. I’m sleeping. Good night for ten years.”

“Jackie and JJ got in a fight.”

Henrik swears rapidly in German, getting up from the blankets. “Where’s my bag?”

“In the bathroom, I’ll get it.”

The sleepiness disappears like it was cut out of them and they get to work in tandem, without speaking again. Chase sets water to boil on the stove. Henrik lays their cheapest blanket over Jackie and Marvin’s bed, setting his medical supplies up beside it before heading to the kitchen to ready a big glass of water. Chase shuts Noodle in his room and then pulls his shoes on, heading out onto the balcony of the apartment to watch for his brothers.

Henrik steps out to join him a moment later, wrapping his tattered doctor’s coat close around them.

“I’m going to kill them,” he says.

“I’ll help,” replies Chase.

Anonymous asked:

Are the others awake?! Jackie is hurt, I don't know how badly, but some guy got a knife jab in him and he's bleeding a lot.

“Don’t worry, Jay,” says Jackie gently, rubbing his little brother’s back. “I bet Chase and Schneep will get up and help. I’ll be fine.”

Jameson is clinging to his side and to his hand, like he’s ready to catch him if he falls, but Jackie feels fine. He’s had worse. Actually, it’s kind of nice - JJ all snuggled up beside him, fussing over him. He’d never admit it out loud, but he doesn’t mind being the center of attention. Schneep and Chase will probably fuss over him too. Well, he’ll get chewed out, for sure. But maybe they’ll all stay in his room with him and bring him snacks and stuff like that. It could be a nice break. He’ll call in sick to work and because he’s hurt, everybody will keep him company and entertain him and stuff. This could be a best-case scenario. He ruffles JJ’s hair fondly, but Jameson just looks up at him with his big blue eyes, and Jackie can’t read the expression in them. Jameson squeezes his palm warmly. They’re just about a block from the apartment.

It’s around this time that the pain starts to register. He goes grey so fast he actually feels some of the blood draining from his face, his heartbeat picking up tangibly somewhere inside his skull. He swallows thickly, his head swimming, and his next step sort of misses its mark, making him stagger slightly against his brother.

JJ’s arm is ready around his waist, keeping him from falling. Jackie is too dazed to make any comments - he can barely register what’s going on. Everything is glazed over in a sort of numb confusion.

But his side still hurts.

Tears rise in his eyes as he’s forced to take another step, and when his grip on the wound loosens, JJ’s hand is there, forcing him to keep pressure on it. He groans, trying to pull back a little, but Jameson tugs him resolutely forward, clicking his tongue at him, the only comfort he’s able to give him.

“Ow, ow, ow,” complains Jackie, swaying against his brother. “I - I gotta have a quick break, James.”

But JJ doesn’t let him stop. He presses down hard on the wound and keeps him going. Jackie feels sick. It hurts more every second. He wants to stop. He feels bad. “Ow, JJ, ow.”

“Motherfuck,” rumbles Henrik from the balcony. “He’s staggering. Chase - ”

Chase is already taking off at a sprint, hurrying down the apartment building’s stairs towards his brothers.

Anonymous asked:

You'll be okay Jackie, just make it a little further. We got Dok and Chase ready for you, you'll be okay.

Jackie blinks at you like a bird snatched out of the sky, his mouth open. He takes another step and half crumbles, letting out a startled wail as he falters against JJ.

“Jackie, Jackie.” Chase just seems to be chanting his name as he runs up to them, grabbing him from the other side, and JJ and Chase pull his arms over their shoulders and keep him moving forward even as his eyes water with the pain. “Jackie - shit, JJ, how did he even - this much - ?”

JJ shoots him a warning look and Chase shuts his mouth.

“It’s okay, man, Schneep’s ready.”

“I want Blue,” sobs Jackie. “Where is he?”

“Come on, let’s just get you up the stairs, okay? We can carry you if we have to.”

“No, I can walk!” cries Jackie, flushing just at the thought of them having to pull him up the stairs. “I just want to go to bed, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just had a bad dream, I just - ”

“Jackie, it’s okay. It’s okay. We’re right here. It’s going to be okay.”

But there’s wet, sticky blood down his chest and he does not like it. He doesn’t like this. He wants this to stop.

Anonymous asked:

How bad is the injury, Henrik? Don't be too hard on him, they've been through a lot tonight. I really hope Jackie will be okay.

Henrik is waiting in the open door to their apartment, face drawn. He beckons them inside and into Jackie’s room, and everyone helps him on to the bed.

At this point Jackie’s crying more out of frustration than anything else, and being unable to stop crying only makes things worse. He’s bleeding, it’s sticky, it hurts, he’s caused all his brothers trouble, he’s pathetic, he’s useless -

“Jackie, my Jackie,” Henrik calls. “Don’t curl in on yourself, my dear, come here.”

Jackie wants to curl up and die. Henrik is trying to pull him out of his roly-poly ball, but he doesn’t want to go. He wants this to stop. Chase and Henrik are both so loud and the room is too bright and too hot and he hates the blood everywhere and he’s crying and it hurts.

“Schneep, don’t we have - you know - ”

“Nothing to put him fully asleep, just some localized anesthesia.”

“Should we go to the hospital?”

“Not if we don’t have to. He keeps getting in stupid street fights. I don’t know what he was up to.”

There’s a pause, and then Henrik answers JJ: “Oh, just a small fight, huh? You think this makes it better? You are in trouble later. Hey! Don’t you sign at me in that tone of voice! Okay, fine, fine! Is good that you were there, whatever. Chase, get me a syringe.”

Henrik bends over Jackie, pulling his hands carefully back. His mouth sets as he manages to look at the wound, reaching down to put pressure on it again when he finishes.

“Yes, is good you were there,” he repeats quietly. “And a good thing this is the right and not the left. Mostly it’s in his shoulder, I think. Need a better look. Jackie, is alright. Sh, don’t look at me like that… I’ll forgive you if you get better, okay? Here I am.”

scunneredzombie asked:

Let your brothers help Jackie, there's no reason to be ashamed. You will be okay, just need a bit of help up the stairs and then you can lay down and let Schneep take care of you. It'll be done soon, just hold on.

“Yes, of course,” murmurs Henrik, rubbing Jackie’s good shoulder in slow, rhythmic motions. “How many times I have patched you up? It will be okay.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” cries Jackie. “Please make it stop.”

“Jackie, I have something for the pain - ”

“No, no needles, Dok!” screams Jackie, pulling away from him. “No, I don’t - ”

“Jackie, Jackie.” Henrik holds his face and tries to keep his voice low and steady. “I know you can be brave for me. I know it’s too much but you must calm down or I won’t be able to help. Now you must come here and let me give you just one shot. Yes? Here, let me see.”

He cuts Jackie’s shirt down the middle, revealing the wound. He reaches to take the hoodie from Jackie too, since he’s clutching it to his chest, but Jackie rears back with it, clinging to the fabric.

“Okay! But you can hold it out of the way for me, okay? Just in one hand. Hold it in your left hand and let your arm down. There you go. Thank you, my brother, my dear. Okay.”

Chase hands Henrik the syringe with the anesthetic after Henrik pulls on latex gloves and Henrik turns back to Jackie with it, placing a hand on his chest to steady him. Chase moves forward to clean the wound with a sterilized cloth. Now, with the shirt gone and Jackie doing his best to stay uncurled, Henrik can see the wound fully.

Henrik can… see the wound fully.

A line of black-red blood against white skin. It trails down Jackie’s naked chest as he squirms, helpless to do anything about what’s happening. Stuck. The thick scent of copper is filling up the room, and Henrik’s fingers feel numb around the body of the syringe. What’s going on? He’s done this all before. He’s a doctor. He just needs to put the needle in his chest, just -

The sharp blade of the needle drawing blood from his chest, and -

It’s sharp, cutting into him, and nobody comes when he screams, and the blood runs down him in rivulets. The flies come to eat at it. He can’t move. He can’t -

“Henrik!” Chase catches his twin as Dok staggers, crumpling towards the floor, the needle slipping out of his hand.

Anonymous asked:

Oh Henrik, it'll be okay. It's triggering you a bit because of memories of pain. Try to fight through it, they need the good doctor right now. I believe in you, just stitch him up and you can go rest and de-stress.

“Schneep?” cries Chase, pulling him to his chest as JJ moves to comfort Jackie. Fuck, what a goddamn night. He just wants to wake up and realize it was just a bad dream. “Henrik, man, look at me.”

But Schneep won’t. His eyes fixate on the carpet in front of him, his eyebrows pulled together in a vague sort of alarm. Chase pats his cheek rapidly, trying to pull him back. “Schneep, don’t get lost in that head of yours. It’s okay. Just - JJ, come here and look after him a second. I gotta at least give Jackie the anesthesia.”

Jameson comes to his aid obediently, sitting down beside Henrik and hugging him from the side. Henrik takes a fistful of JJ’s shirt into his hand without looking at him, breathing heavily through his nose.

Chase gives Jackie the anesthesia. “There, Jacks, now at least the pain will settle down in a minute, okay? Hang in there.”

“Do I need stitches? I want to go to bed, Chase, I don’t feel good!”

“Yeah, a few stitches, but you won’t feel them much, okay? Here, have some water, come on.”

Chase looks back at Henrik as he helps Jackie drink, but his twin is just sitting there, staring at the floor. “Henrik, I know it’s rough. But they’re right: I kind of need you right now. Come on, Dok. Nobody’s going to hurt you. I swear, okay? Not ever again.”

JJ sets his chin down on Henrik’s shoulder and looks up at Chase unhappily.

“Are you okay?” asks Chase.

JJ nods.

“Well, great,” Chase breathes, turning back to Jackie. “Two out of five, that’s great.”

Anonymous asked:

JJ, you know how to stitch up wounds right? Can you or Chase take over for him right now and get the bleeding to stop at least? This is really a crisis scenario oh boy.

“My medication makes my hands shaky,” says JJ, flexing his fingers.

“It’s fine, I’ve stitched all of you up before,” says Chase, exhausted. “Just - will you get him out of here? Just lay him down, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“He’s not going to be able to do this,” says Chase, turning his eyes back to Jackie. “He doesn’t deserve to have to go through it all again. See if you can get him back to bed.”

Chase doesn’t look back as JJ leads Henrik up and out of the room. He doesn’t want to see that blank distance in his twin’s eyes ever again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jackie is chanting, beginning to cry in earnest again.

Chase strokes his hair quietly, readying a needle and thread. “It’s okay, man. Listen, I need you to try and be as still as you can for ten minutes, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Chase, I’m sorry.”

“There’s my guy. Okay, it’s going to hurt a little, Jackie. Ready? Don’t look.”

Jackie squeezes his eyes shut, tears flowing over his face as Chase works in silence, trying to stitch well and keep Jackie steady at the same time. Jackie flinches and groans and tries to rock a couple times, but as they go he gets quieter and quieter - and whiter, too. Chase blanches at the sight of how much blood is soaking into their blanket.

The wound was deep, but not wide, and it has pierced mostly muscle, which is a relief. Chase soothes his hands over the stitches, checking that they are held together fast. He looks up to see Jackie half-conscious on his pillows, blinking slowly up at the ceiling, his face hot from crying. Chase shushes him softly and turns him onto his side just enough to wrap gauze around the wound.

“No itching at those, okay?” murmurs Chase.

“I’m cold,” whimpers Jackie.

“You lost a lot of blood. Lie still for a while. I’ll make it better.”

Chase sets up a blood bag and swipes the inside of his elbow with iodine. He chugs half of Jackie’s water and squeezes his hand around the sheets of the bed, letting his veins rise in his arm and setting the empty blood bag between his teeth before sliding the needle into the vein of his arm.

He breathes slowly through his nose, taking deep breaths. When he’s ready, he squeezes into the bedsheets again, pumping the blood out of his arm and into the bag.

“Drink some more water,” he tells Jackie, holding the glass up to him with his free hand. “Come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Jackie is just staring up at him with big, guilty eyes, white in the face. Chase lies down beside him and sighs, closing his eyes and squeezing his fist in the blankets, feeling the blood rush out of him.

“I love you,” says Jackie in a wavering voice.

“I love you too,” answers Chase. “I wish you would stop forgetting about that.”

Jackie’s eyes water and drip. They lie together on the pillows of the bed, and when Chase has filled the blood bag and offers up a clean needle, Jackie allows him to press it into his arm.

“I’ll clean up,” murmurs Chase.

“No,” protests Jackie, clinging to his shirt. “No, stay… I want… please.”

“Hey. We’re okay. We’re okay.”

“I’m so tired of feeling this way. I’m so… I’m… I’m sorry.”

Chase wraps his arms around him and holds on to him, closing his eyes. When Jackie starts to cry again, he lets him.

Anonymous asked:

Good job Chase, thank you for taking over for your brother. You did well, we're proud of you! Do you think he'll be okay for now? The wound seemed pretty deep, hopefully it won't take too awfully long to heal.

“Aw,” says Chase, signing to keep quiet. “Thank you, I appreciate that. It’s not so bad, I been watching Dok for years. Yeah…”

He glances down at Jackie asleep beside him, brushing his hands over his shoulder. “I hope he’ll be okay. It’s not a deadly wound, you know? It could have been.”

He sighs. “Always seems to get hurt. I think he gave everybody a pretty good scare. Shit, I’m going to have to call Blue in the morning and tell him. But yeah, Jackie should be okay. It’ll be really sore for a while. Going to keep him in bed. He’s not exactly a deferential patient, though. And if you see him picking at his stitches, tell him off!”

He pets at Jackie’s arm, staring down at him. “Quiet when he sleeps, isn’t he? I don’t think he’s dumb or anything. I just think he’s so emotional lately that sometimes he makes dumb choices. He needs to give himself a break. He could just stay with us, you know? He could enjoy being free a little. Doesn’t have to stress about money and making sure we’re okay all the time. He could make sure he’s okay.”

Chase slides out of bed to get some more water and a snack, repositioning the camera on the end of the bed.

“But yeah. I think he’ll be okay. That’s my Jackie. Tough motherfucker.”

Anonymous asked:

JJ, how are you doing after that? Are you injured at all, or still feeling triggered?

“I feel bad for acting crazy,” admits JJ, sitting beside Henrik as he plays with Noodle. “Jackie wouldn’t have been hurt if I could control myself. I wish I could just convince my brain that I’m not in trouble once and for all.”

“Hi, um - Stacy?”

“Chase, hi, good morning. What’s wrong?”

“Am I that obvious?”

He can hear her smiling in her voice. “Well, we’ve known each other a long time.”

He chuckles weakly, running his hands through his hair. “Yeah. Yeah. Hey, listen, I need to talk to Marv if that’s okay.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Um. Jackie got in a fight last night.”

“Oh, no. I wish it surprised me. Is he okay?”

“Not really.”

“Okay, let me grab Marvin.”

She shouts for him a few times - Chase is pretty sure she has to wake him up because Marvin sleeps like a lazy cat when he gets the chance - but a moment later, he’s on the phone.

“Chase? What’s going on?”

“Um, Blue,” says Chase, his voice rising a little with his nerves. “Well, see, you know how, um - it’s Jackie.”

“What? What’s wrong? Is he upset?”

“Ummmm… Marvin, he got stabbed.”

Chase pulls the phone away from his ear as Marvin starts yelling on the other side.

“He’s okay! Just come over here, please! He wants you.”

Marvin promises to be there soon and the call ends. Chase sighs and moves to the kitchen, getting breakfast ready. It’s going to be a long day.

Anonymous asked:

Feeling better today Jackie? Remember no picking!

Jackie’s laid out on his bed without an ounce of fight left in him, his eyes big and watery. JJ’s sitting with him, rubbing his shoulder.

“The camera…”

“They just want to know how you’re feeling,” signs JJ.

Jackie stares mournfully up at him. He’s white as candle wax. “Okay.”

“Be honest with me,” JJ tells him. “Come on.”

Jackie’s going to cry again. “I feel really bad.”

JJ runs a hand through his hair, clucking his tongue in sympathy. “Chase will go get some better pain medication later and you can have anything you want, okay?”

Jackie hides against JJ’s side, wiping at his face.

“Okay. We’re okay,” signs JJ. “It’s okay. Jackie, I’m sorry I got you hurt.”

“It wasn’t you,” mumbles Jackie. “I was just angry… you were looking out for me. I probably would have just gone and gotten into an even more dangerous fight if you weren’t there.”

Marvin bursts into the room without knocking, dropping a couple plastic bags out in the hallway and racing towards his twin. He slips onto the other side of the bed and grabs Jackie’s hand, feeling for his pulse with the other. “Oh, Jackie, my Rose, are you okay? Oh, my Roser. What were you thinking? Jackie, poor Red.”

He leans down to start kissing Jackie’s face, once, twice, and despite everything Jackie can’t help but giggle a little, pushing him away.

“JJ, how is he?”

“He’s going to be okay,” says JJ with a little smile, brushing a lock of white hair behind Marvin’s ears. “Just needs some TLC.”

“I shouldn’t have gone, Jackie, I’m sorry,” croaks Marvin, squeezing his hand. “I’m terrible, I didn’t even think how much I would upset you saying that shit. I love you, nothing else matters, I shouldn’t have - ”

“Marvin,” whimpers Jackie, reaching up to touch his face. “Don’t, okay? Just… just stay.”

Jameson slips out of the room to give them a few minutes.

Anonymous asked:

You'll be okay Jackie. Your brothers are here for you and like JJ mentioned you'll have better pain killers soon. Just hold on and keep being strong! You may be a little dumb for getting in to this situation but you'll be okay with some love and brotherly care taking.

Jackie shoots you a scandalized look. Marvin bursts into shaky laughter, slumping down on the bed beside him. “You are just a little dumb,” he murmurs, bumping their heads together. “Sometimes.”

Jackie sighs. “Yeah. I am.”

“Jackie, what were you even thinking? Seriously? Talk to me, sugar, because I am just - I’m at a loss, I…”

Jackie’s face creases and falls. He leans back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

“Jackie. I mean it. You have to talk to us. You just… you just have to, love. I can’t watch this eat you alive anymore.”

Jackie opens his eyes again to look up at him. Marvin squeezes his palm once more.

“I’m really unhappy,” whispers Jackie, squeezing his eyes shut against tears. “And now everything hurts and - and I’m so stupid and angry and - and I just want - I just want - but I can’t…”

“My Roser,” sighs Marvin, kissing his hand. “Tell me everything.”

“But it’s ugly!” Jackie croaks. “Everything going on in my head. And I’ll break down. I don’t know if I can come back from that. I don’t know if I can - ”

“Jackie.” Marvin touches his shoulder, cocking his head at him. “Jackie, you’re allowed to be a burden, okay? We all want you to have a chance to get better.”

“I’m - I’m afraid. I don’t want you to leave me when you see how much of a mess I am.”

Marvin closes his eyes and breathes in. “Jackie… I’m just sorry that I haven’t made enough time for you to understand how much you mean to me. I’m sorry I was wallowing. I wish I had been telling you this for weeks, my darling, but listen now, okay?”

Jackie nods, eyebrows furrowing with concentration.

Marvin kisses the back of his hand. “There is nothing in the world that you could do that would make me stop loving you.”

“You promise?” whispers Jackie. “You won’t leave me alone?”

“Never,” Marvin whispers back. “Never, ever, ever. And have I ever lied to you, my heart, my other half?”

“No,” says Jackie. “Never.”

And Jackie lets himself break in half.

Anonymous asked:

Henrik, are you okay? It seems like seeing the wound was a really bad trigger for you. Are you taking care of yourself, getting some rest and doing relaxing things? It's important to de-stress after major triggers like that.

“Henrik?”

Chase sits with his brother, offering him eggs and a bagel on a plate, all nicely placed, with thick golden butter on the bread and a sprinkling of pepper and seasonings on perfectly yellowed eggs. “Are you better this morning, Deutsch?”

Jameson warned him that Henrik has not been responsive since last night. He woke up from nightmares shaking but won’t talk.

“Back in your head, Schneep?” asks Chase miserably, brushing hair from his brother’s eyes. “How do I get you back out of there, huh?”

The noise of Jackie’s crying rises from the other room and Henrik swivels towards it, his eyes big and his body tense like he’s waiting to run. He keeps Noodle firmly in his lap, stroking his fur quickly. This much is different than last time: Henrik is nervous now, not completely dead to everything around him like he was last time. Chase hopes it means he’s closer to the surface than before.

“Let’s get you some food and have some quiet time,” offers Chase, scooting closer to him and offering him some eggs on a fork, shoving an interested Noodle away. “Come on, man. We’re okay.”

Jamie comes to the doorway to check on them, eating a piece of chocolate. He does not like to be unincluded even from bad things, Chase has noticed. He always wants to be around somebody. Chase doesn’t mind.

“Where’d you get that?” asks Chase, nodding at the chocolate.

“Marvin brought bags with him,” says JJ, putting another piece in his mouth between words. “I think Stacy sent some presents.”

“Ooh, get them for us, sugar, Dok should have some chocolate. Maybe I’ll put coffee on too. He loves coffee.”

JJ wanders back into the hall obediently and returns with the plastic bags.

Anonymous asked:

Thank you for letting yourself break Jackie. You're doing a good thing, I promise. Now your brothers are here to help you with the process and aftermath. You're never alone Rose.

Marvin holds on to Jackie against the headboard of the bed, letting Jackie cry against him, and then shout, and then cry again. It seems to Marvin that all the emotions of the past two months - or longer, still - are bleeding out of Jackie in heavy, painful rivulets of overwhelming feels. But maybe once he finally opens the wounds, they can start treating them, and then they can finally heal. If Jackie thought this would be alarming to Marvin, the truth is that his twin has sensed all of this hidden under the surface of Jackie’s skin for months now, and there is nothing but relief even when Jackie screams or sobs hard enough that Marvin knows this much feeling will put Jackie out of commission for days to come. He strokes his back and holds him. His hand rests on Jackie’s shoulder, his silver rose ring glistening on his finger, while Jackie’s dog tags hang over his hoodie, silver in the morning light.

“It’s Max,” cries Jackie, in between everything else, in between his anger towards himself and his hurt towards Anti and his despair towards everything else in the world. “It’s Max, Marvin, all I want is Max.”

“Why can’t you have him?” whispers Marvin.

“Because I’m too broken!” screams Jackie. “Because I’m too scared of him rejecting me! Because I’d rather have the memory of those two weeks when he loved me than ruin it all by having to see him walk away from me the way I walked away from him.”

“Baby,” murmurs Marvin, hugging him. “Why don’t you take a couple days and let yourself be vulnerable like this, and when you see that your brothers and I don’t run away, you’ll know that Max would still love you too.”

“How do you know?”

“I know you, dummy,” chuckles Marvin. “He wouldn’t have stayed with you like this if he didn’t really love you. Hell, you would have never let him near you in the first place.”

“What if I can’t make him happy, though?”

“Then you could at least give the poor man some peace,” Marvin sighs, rubbing his shoulder. “Cause he deserves that much for making you remember what it was to hope for something again.”

scunneredzombie asked:

If Jackie gets really hurt then I'd love to see Blue learning how to care for them all again in healthy ways through caring for Jackie after the injury! Jackie and Marvin having an open, genuine conversation about how to love each other again would be wonderful progress for them.

“Are you going to go stay with the magicians again?” asks Jackie, looking up at his sibling.

“No, I’ll stay here and look after you.”

Jackie can’t help but be a little pleased with this. Here is the being-fussed-over part of getting hurt that he wanted.

“Guess it was worth getting stabbed then,” he says proudly.

“Don’t say that,” chides Marvin, sighing. “You shouldn’t have to get stabbed to finally open up to me.”

Jackie shrugs, fiddling with his blankets. “I don’t want you to go cause I’m too much to handle.”

“I won’t, Jackie. Okay? Just give me a couple chances to prove it.”

“Okay. But to be fair it’s not like you were really opening up to me either.”

Marvin looks away, deflating.

“I wanted you to save me somehow,” he admits roughly. “I was scared to have to start working on myself. Like I said, it wasn’t fair of me. We will be better siblings to each other now.”

“What’s going to change?”

“You’ll come to me,” says Marvin wistfully. “Won’t you? When you need me?”

“If you’ll just be open with me about the fact that you want me there I will,” says Jackie. “You were so agitated whenever I was around.”

“It was my fault, not yours,” murmurs Marvin.

“If you look grumpy and act grumpy and push me away, I’m going to assume you don’t want me around, Marvin. I know sometimes Chase and Schneep can read each other’s minds and they always know when to back off or when to push it and stick around, but I don’t get that. If you tell me to go, I’ll go. But if you just ask me for some time, or to do something together, or tell me that you want to talk - shit, Marvin, don’t you know I’d give you anything in the world that you asked me for?”

Marvin bites down on his lip, nodding. “I do… too much, I think.”

Jackie chuckles. “Yeah, maybe. But I trust you not to ask too much of me.”

“Well, if I do, you have to tell me.”

“That’s fair.”

“It’s just communication, Jackie. Right?”

“Yeah. But I’m not always good at that.”

“You’re fine at that,” replies Marvin. “You’re direct and you’re honest when you just let yourself talk. Just don’t shut yourself up around me.”

“Okay. Just let me know when you want me there.”

“I do need you to understand, though, Jackie, that I can’t always be here either. I have to have my own life outside of this family. I’m going to spend time with the magicians and with my friends. Sometimes I’ll do things you don’t want me to do. Just tell me what’s upsetting you and I’ll explain why it’s important to me and… we’ll go from there.”

“I can do that,” says Jackie. “Just sometimes you know I need a little more time than other people with change. And that’s something I know I need to work on on my own. With a therapist, probably. And I will, Marv. I want you to be happy. I want to be able to let all of you go be your own people… without getting so scared that you’ll never come back to me.”

“Well, from now on, let’s make sure to spend some time with each other every day, or at least explain it to the other when we can’t.”

“And make some fun plans?”

“Once you’re out of bed, you injured loser. What do you want to do?”

“Oh, anything with you,” says Jackie.

Marvin laughs, shaking his head at him. His brother. His twin.

“Yeah,” he says. “That sounds good to me too.”

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Admin Note:

Okay… I’m honestly so sad to say this but we are getting close to the end!

Obviously there’s still a few scenes left, and I’ll spend some more time on Jameson and wrap up some of Jackie’s loose ends and so on.

But I just want you to know that in the next few weeks if you want some more time talking with someone or have characters spend more time together or even if you want to give anybody presents or that sort of thing, feel free to send an ask and I will make stuff happen as much as I can!! You can bring up past scenes if there are any story loose ends you would like to know more about.

The next couple weeks are to wrap up the story, obviously. But since you guys have been characters too… it’s also time for you to start saying goodbye to these characters. Just wanted to give you a heads up :’)

and not to be soft but I LOVE YOU okay bye

[theonceandfuturekingofalbion]

TEEN WOLF HEADCANON TIMELINE

Hitlers family was patriarchy hunter fam.

Hitler had illegit bebe (gerard) w french woman who was an argent during? End of? War

Gerard resented women being in charge over him.

Chris not vicious/bloodthirsty and brown haired.

Kate vicious/bloodthirsty n easily manipulated by daddy n blonde/blue eyed.

Didnt have much to do w allison cuz coloring and didnt display his desired vicious traits.

But was easily manipulated later so worthy of some time n attention when he had no kate. 

Gerard molested kate, turned her to pedo, groomed her

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Talia--born 1960

Deaton--born 1963

Marin-- born 1975 (12 yrs after deaton)

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Phoenixend--

I was thinking about your post with human papa Hale/Talia and it turned into a hc about them being the prototype sterek with Talia being this serious, regal alpha-in-the-making and this clumsy disaster of a human boy who's just a big ol' simp and was like "yeah I'm gonna marry that woman and take HER last name" idk i just had to share because your posts make my day

Ohheytherebigbadwolf--

That is my exact hc for them XD Like, Derek takes after his mom in more than just looks, aight?

Papa Hale wasn't even human-but-slightly-to-the-left like Lydia or questionably magical like Stiles, he was literally just Some Dude. Considering the decade in which he and Talia met, he was probably a stoner who was too blazed to be bothered by his gf turning furry. First time he saw her shift, he was just like, "Neato!" And Talia immediately went, "This one and no other."

Cue Nana Hale's well-meant parental despair like, "You're turning down eight suitors from established packs for that?!" Like, no, mom, you don't understand, he said my beta shift was neat and called my eyes pretty, and he thinks it's cool I can pick him up, I want this one.

Obvi, he quit smoking once Laura happened, but even then, he's just Chill. He vibes with the weird. He's like Gomez Addams. His wife is the most awesome wonderful fantastic woman ever and the greatest Alpha and the bestest mom, and his kids are just as incredible as she is, I love them so much, wanna see pictures?

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NEMETON: northern California, Greenland, western Europe, Egypt (or Sudan), China, and Siberia in 6x16 map. Greenland, northern Africa, Toulouse in France, Zhengzhou in China, Logashkino in Siberia, and Brasília in Brazil. 

NEMETON--Mikaelsons tree was also nemeton

Nemeton--both deaton and alex argent cut Nemeton down for money and power

Talia's dad fought Alexander at Nemeton n bit but died, making Talia alpha, leading to Deaton able to convince her that if Nemeton was healthy n not corrupted the hunter wouldn't have gotten that far

Alexander argent bitten May 3, 1977

NEMETON--Nemeton a branch of world tree

According to Chris Argent, a Nemeton is a sacred space used by Druids for various rituals.

He says druids picked a large, older tree in a grove to represent the center of the world.

Many believed that cutting or harming the "world tree" would bring severe problems like fires, plagues, strife, “death and destruction of all kinds” to surrounding villages. (Visionary)

Druid Emissary Alan Deaton explains that the power of the Nemeton is like a magnet that draws supernatural creatures to itself like a beacon. (Alpha Pact)

WOLF--Wolves connected to world trees per spellwork from beginning to allow werewolf and not just wolf

WOLF--Full shift wolf is sign of punishment. Spell allowing human shift removed. Most cases.

WOLF--Will eventually lead to all wolf all the time if issues not corrected

WOLF--Wolfs must protect nemeton

NEMETON--Nemton murdered when cut down

NEMETON--Spirit of murdered nemeton is The Hollow. Needs to be moved sometimes. Requires symbolic sacrifice.

NEMETON: the tree should have grown back. It was deliberately NOT ALLOWED to over the years as we see example of when sprout is snatched on screen

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What if Weres also came about because some ppl were closer to their spirit animals more than others and they eventually got so good at connecting that they took on traits?

As generations happened, it was typical for similar spirit-bondeds to become partners/spouses/whatev AND each generation the newest youngsters took the basics from the previous generations and added to it. Expounded upon it until eventually it became a part of their genetics? Like evolution, sorta?? 

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Moms carry higher percentage likelihood gonna be born a were than dads do. Like 75 to men's 50? Ish?

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Laura--born 1984

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Jackson's parents run off road by hunters?

He was human kid of weres?

Peter n the woman in car are bio parents?

Talia chose Malia's name and adoptive family on purpose.

(t)ALIA/(m)ALIA T(ate)

She left what she thought was a clever fucking clue.

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Argent pendant is hexed/spelled to enhance natural allure to hide the intensifying and ever increasing corruption of the wearers psyche. A sometimes slow process, the speed at which the malicious infection grows within is dependent on the size of the wearers naturally occurring unhealthy darkness. Also enhances supes naturally occurring desire for wearer but only if supe already has desire for wearer.

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Deucalion--took out his 1st pack when marin in last yr college

prompted her choice of councilor/therapist masters while he healed/built new pack

then he killed 2nd pack and is how became alpha of alphas

Gerard placed spell on Deucalion via neurotoxin delivery system that had side effect of blindness when mixed with mt ash

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The Beacon Hills Nemeton remained dormant, powerless for many years until Derek Hale killed his high school girlfriend Paige among the tree's roots. This unintentional blood sacrifice powered the tree enough to allow Druid Emissary Julia Baccari to survive after being attacked and left for dead by Alpha Werewolf Kali. (The Overlooked)

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Stiles had boa constrictor as pet (mom prolly encouraged/helped)

Stiles n rents til claudia dies. (Second grade ish.)

Noah drinks.

Coworkers get him to stop.

Scott n sm Roxie dog, attacked by rabid doberman.

Roxie died to protect. Bloody leash in hospital.

Asthma attack. Likely had allergies as kid n stressful attack caused. Once happens, avalanche.

Scott n rents til stairs. (Elementary school.)

Stiles knew, so was after met.

McCalls divorce.

Scott lives with rafe.

Stiles n Scott 'bffs'--on stiles' side at least.

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Hale wards didn't work against kate n hunters n arson n ill intent. Why not? Deaton's greedy, skeevy butt

Deaton helped hunters at hale fire

Peter hit with spell (while in house as seen in flashbacks) that initiated w/fire and ended w fire

Kept prisoner in his own brain, occasional slip out to plot for survival, reminiscent of stiles while possessed

Puppeteered, not in control, not technically a wolf so is how escaped fire w/mt ash AND why healing didnt kick in

FIRE--Wolfsbane was used in fire and held back healing as well

FLARE--Laura n peter had disconnect b4 fire so easy/relief to abandon peter

PETER--Nurse jennifer was assigned as nurse but practiced magic.

She was Deatons student?

Got peter and started using to power spells because werewolf stamina/energy and connection to Nemeton via hale blood pact with land and tree.

Like a battery

Then spelled his healing to suuuper slow?

tho inhaled wolfabane and mt ash in burns didn't help him either

PETER--Nurse jennifer sold permission for hunters to come trophyphoto peter

Perhaps kept dosed w wolfsbane to slow healing as well. Just to be safe.

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Julia baccari did deer spiral to set up her own chess board for revenge

Was still in area all that time, but had to recover and then rebuild magic and sacrifice enough for glamour, but couldn't do in BH or would possibly prevent alpha pack showing up

Deaton alerts laura

Argents arrive for move prep

Argents house hunted (lol even houses aren't safe fr yhem) n xferred Allison before winter break so could start 1st day back of spring semester

Peter kills laura, not cuts in half. Is hunter MO

Argents check out hale property just to be safe

Find female body with werewolf claw marks

Cut body in half to make sure wont yurn

Leave to get Allison n move in

Derek arrives in bh

Jogger finds laura

gogo teen wolf power on!

Scott bitten cuz smelled like stiles and was also connection yo stiles

Peter chose lydia for banshee AND connection to stiles

Explains peter offering stiles bite--was lucid moment

Stiles' spark would have burned away yhe strings/the spell

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Derek loves 90's alternative

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Tyler Lockwood and danny mahealani are cousins

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Advanced healing: each healing causes weres to age more, hence satomi's age looking the same and Peter aging so much in 6 yrs and Derek getting older in first season.

Which goes with power thing for mothers per later discussed cuz Malia

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Kids didn't hafta drown for LOCATION spell

Power of three blood locator spell woulda worked

Supes can find Nemeton in supe-skin

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Juliadarach burned all of spell, n mt ash out of Deucalion

neurotoxin was long gone/was just delivery system anyways 

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Noshiko was over 800 yrs old when summoned nogi

Knew better

Doubtful 1st time noshiko did this 

Wasn't 1st time loved in all that time

What if nogi was influencing things before he got loose?

Like how it seemed nemeton was reaching out for stiles.

Deaton and/or Talia's actions/inactions?

It mite explain why nemeton didnt grow until that one tiny sprout that was pulled.

Nogi draining the power reserves

Why was nogi phys form a housefly when is a fox? 

Only oni were lightning bugs (agents of order)

Nogi was oni and she took his spark with way she summoned him, so altered him (Agent of chaos)

It's why he was attracted to stiles

Stiles is Spark

He kept saying 'nevwr trust a fox'

He was never in fox form (sorta makes sense tho cuz inhabited a non-shifter body) or w fox aura

Maybe nogitsune's hungers are determined by those who call them.

Like noshiko called one for fear, chaos and pain.

Maybe someone else would call one for plague-like reasons.

Maybe one is more of a burn it all type.

Maybe the foxes that are called are determined by who calls them.

Not like kira who was born by human ways.

But like noshiko coulda been called down by someone who had lost a kid or had a bunch of miscarriages n wanted to have a child.

One they wouldn't have to fear losing to death

Thunder kitsune level under celestial but related cuz made w human 'lesser' being

If had made kitsune with other celestial, woulda been celestial kira

Sooo what IF... Nogi was seen differently/understood

Fox: mischievous n clever n playful trickster rite?

But even tho they say he was the absurd age he was...

They also said kiras mom made him or summoned him or whatever rite?

So what if the way he was back at the camp and as voidstiles wasn't his natural behavior??

Im seeing a couple possibilities. It could be the WAY she did whatever corrupted or cursed or altered him. (My fave theory so far)

Or she had summoned him one way at the camp, and he woulda been back to himself when released later but absorbed all the negative/polluted magic while trapped?

Maybe by accident or maybe someone set it up that way

And the way he reacted seems rather self protective and kinda pissed off at the hand hes dealt while infected with dirty magic?

Or negative magic that clouds his thoughts or whatev?

So maybe he was trying to keep stiles safe and whole in the only way he could, with that white room?Maybe he needed stiles to figure it out n fix it? Its not like deaton wouldve if he was a reason for it.

And maybe the ones he killed he saw something in them that needed to die? Either because they were bad/evil or because the negative magic felt a threat from something in them?

If it was that he got tainted with the icky magic, maybe thats deaton related?

Like deaton felt the magic/power at the nemeton n thot that's where it came from but he was using nogi as a filter?

Like laundering money but filtering n 'cleaning' magic?

The stump gained further power when Scott, Stiles Stilinski, and Allison Argent performed a druid ritual to locate their parents.

The three students' sacrificial "deaths" fully charged the Nemeton and it is now broadcasting at full power to all the supernatural elements within the Teen Wolf Universe.

In More Bad Than Good, someone pulls out a freshly grown piece of the tree which causes fireflies to form into humanoid beings.

Noshiko Yukimura reveals that the ritual done by Scott, Stiles, and Allison did to power up the Nemeton also released the Nogitsune she had imprisoned there. (The Fox and the Wolf) 

Noshiko lied about their deaths powering up Nemeton

Doesn't make sense, as doesn't seem to have gotten any more powerful

Dr. Valack also explained that recharging the Nemeton also brought the Dread Doctors to Beacon Hills.

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The Triskelion Box: Wood cut from the tree and objects made of that wood still retain some of the Nemeton's power.

Deaton used wood from the Nemeton to fashion a wooden jar, a cylindrical box, to hold Talia Hale's claws.

further proof he murdered the nemeton for his own gain

If Nemeton had actually been corrupt/needed cut down (even for natural reasons such as rot-tho pretty sure magic would keep healthy), you would NOT make magic powerful containers from it

At some point after that, the box fell into the hands of The Calaveras.

Derek, Peter, and Braeden find it hidden in a large chest made of Mountain Ash and filled with sawdust from the same type tree.

It is clearly stored in such a way as to keep supernatural creatures out.

The top of the cylinder is decorated with a carving of the triskelion (or Triskele) symbol, a popular werewolf symbol.

Inside there are five circular recesses, at the time of its discovery each held a single werewolf claw. (More Bad Than Good)

The box seems designed to be used to apply the claws as well.

Each claw sits in its own recess and when Peter's hand is jammed inside - it lines up perfectly to embed the claws under his own.

Because of the residual power, the box is used to contain the Nogitsune spirit in its housefly form. (The Divine Move)

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So noshiko appears young in glashbacks rite? Then older during the show.

Ppl seem to think its weird but i think its cuz she had kira.

Similar to malias bio mom, power or something supernatural happens when they give life to a new supernatural creature

Like injuries that age them

Noshiko a liar 'fox n wolf don't get along'

her bestie was satomi.

She's almost as old as nogi and yet thought she could be possessed?

but if cant possess a werewolf then he cant possess her cuz shes a fox

Doesn't make sense

Had to be a human or non-shift/non-animal supe.

She woulda known that if she knew enuf to summon him

An oni is a kind of yōkai, demon, orc, ogre, or troll in Japanese folklore. Oni are mostly known for their fierce and evil nature manifested in their propensity for murder and cannibalism. Notwithstanding their evil reputation, oni possess intriguingly complex aspects that cannot be brushed away simply as evil. They are typically portrayed as hulking figures with one or more horns growing out of their heads.[2] Stereotypically, they are conceived of as red, blue, black, yellow, or white-colored, wearing loincloths of tiger pelt, and carrying iron kanabō clubs.[2] They are creatures which instill fear and feelings of danger due to their grotesque outward appearance, their wild and sometimes strange behavior and their powers.

They are predominantly male but can be female. Females becoming oni has been attributed to them being overcome with grief or jealousy.

Noshiko n nogi half siblings. He oni prince by parentage. She lesser creature by her parentage. But she has tails, able to call upon oni. Would know the secrets of how to steal his spark.

Plus why call specifically for possession of a 'demon'? Its not like she had never been in that type of sitch before in her almost 1000 yrs because humans are utter assholes.

And she didn't ever fall so hard in lurve before that at her age?

Also? Zero to defcon 100 million? Really?! 

Yes instinct is to survive, but human is supposed to only be a form she takes.

So she woulda been okay.

Plus, u dont automatically bring possession by a demon as ur go-to.

Oh and since she n satomi couldn't n didn't ward the Nogitsune, how did she know he was released?

Its not like the kitsunes are all magically lojacked to each other, which wouldn't matter anyway because he stayed in bh.

So did Deaton tell her he let him out?

Or did she realize how long he could be held for? 

His spark was dimmed n it brightened when he escaped?

Or it moved towards his direction?

And she was scared of him n scared to fight him. Why? Shes almost as old as him n they both in human form.

If u only have 9 tails and takes u more than 1000 yrs to get them (her box of tails only about half full) then why would u use up 2 at the beginning of a problem, especially to only get 4 oni

Plus the fact that all other kitsune seem to be both good n bad, so why wouldn't nogi?

There cant be a purely bad entity without there being a totally good entity.

Nature (even supernatural) doesn't work that way.

There is a balance.

Equal and opposite.

And we only have HER word she is celestial/heaven kitsune, which humans equate to good.

She didn't display much good tho soooo...

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Claudia had magic

Her FTD a result of being born or newborn when Nemeton cut down?

1977 when cut down

Sheriff did 2 tours n was army ranger? I think?

They say his bday 65/75

1965 would mean he was 11 or 12 yrs older than her, but he seems guy who would've waited yo be older n settled before marriage/kids

Also works with the abuse he suffered. Lots of abused don't want kids or not sure they do

Def went to college after army tho

Is where/when met Claudia

She woulda been legal (if barely) when she n sheriff met n married

Then 26 when died, when stiles 7? 8?

It reached out and her gift activated

But it also damaged her n caused FTD or what looked like it. Whichever.

Maybe her power was linked to it? 

OR, when we think of how the nemeton reached out for stiles, it reached out for claudia, and in draining her magic or tainting her magic somehow (maybe because she didnt know she had magic) thems the results.

Claudia's "disease" and then death, and then the fire.

Would also explain why sheriff (deputy at the time)wouldn't look into fire further. Distracted by grief n drowning his sorrows

Unfortunately, FTD is also associated with a shorter lifespan. Average life expectancy is 7 to 13 years after the start of symptoms.

So its likely she already had symptoms when they met n he just thought of as quirks or never actually realized the difference cuz didn't know her before symptoms

According to the Sheriff in Alpha Pact, she died 8 years ago.

According to the file seen in Silverfinger, she died in 2004.

These two combined don't match up with the fact that it was still the autumn of 2011 in Beacon Hills when this information was provided.

If she had died at midnight on January 1st 2004 it would be just 7 years, 9 months at the time the Sheriff was talking to Melissa McCall and Chris Argent under the Nemeton.

+++(altho maybe sheriff rounded the time up, and maybe is why stiles was so eager to go out n look for body that night...was around that time)

We’re going with Claudia’s death happening roughly seven years before the events of Season 3, placing it sometime in 2004.

She died after suffering from frontotemporal dementia.

According to the Sheriff in Alpha Pact, she was hospitalized and Stiles was with her when she died.

According to the file seen in Silverfinger, she was suffering symptoms similar to those her son was experiencing during the first half of Season 3(b).

In Riddled - Stiles explains that she suffered from frontotemporal dementia, a shrinkage of the brain that leads to dementia and death.

If noah conjured claudia, does mean he has magic too?

Just unaware?

Maybe is part of reason his dad was alcoholic too? Magic they didn't know about n it had negative effects

Would also explain stiles' adhd if wanted to

Natalie (Lydia's mom) n Claudia bffs in school?

Claudia Gajos, the daughter of Mieczysław Gajos and an unnamed mother, who attended Beacon Hills High School in the same class as Natalie Martin. ("Relics")

She met Noah Stilinski and was engaged to him while they were still in college.

In 1995, they gave birth to a son, named after her own father and nicknamed Stiles after Stilinski's father, Elias Stilinski. ("Sundowning")

However, in 2003, Claudia was diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia, a fatal disease that caused her perception of reality deteriorate rapidly.

She soon began suffering from insomnia, an inability to distinguish dreams from reality, sleepwalking, sleep paralysis, irritability, and paranoia.

STILES--Claudia had gift.

Foresight?

Got sick, still got visions.

Saw stiles as nogitsune in future.

Is also why didn't always recognize him

This put a great deal of strain on both Claudia herself and her husband and son, especially when the dementia caused her to believe Stiles was trying to kill her. ("Required Reading")

What if claudia n the sheriff weren't on best of terms?

FTD has early symptoms years ahead of diagnosis rite?

And they are often wrongly called by other names til eventually they figure it out.

It can be pure forgetfulness, which can be a hundred tiny annoyances piling up.

Mood swings which are annoying and stressful.

And lead yo a diagnosis of bipolar, which is SO OFTEN a death knell for a relationship.

So it makes sense stiles was only kid.

Besides the fact that it turns out folks with higher iq scores tend to have fewer kids

Makes sense for them to have had him 1st and then all this comes more and more prevalent b4 they r ready to have 2nd, if theyd wanted. Which i kinda feel they wouldve.

So maybe they were on the outs, maybe considering splitting, maybe just going thru several rough times. Whatev. I mean, stiles doesn't get his ignore prob yil goes away from nobody.

And noah didn't go yo hospital when he was told to. Yeah, maybe he coulda pushed it away or vlown it off, but he also would've likely accepted it as a possibility and reacted, especially when his reaction to supernatural reveal is considered. 

It would also be another reason he would hit the bottle so hard.

Anger n guilt n frustration, along with grief n love.

All of that is more than enuf to drown out his kids needs.

Plus hes such a reminder.

Especially if he had found solace in the rough times by working more. So it had already become a coping mechanism.

She ended up dying in 2004 with her young son Stiles at her bedside while her husband, Stilinski, was dealing with a car accident victim at work; though the victim, a Banshee, warned Noah that he needed to leave right then if he wanted to be with her when she passed, he was a skeptic about the supernatural at this time and guessed that she was just delirious.

When he returned to the hospital, he found Stiles sitting in the hallway with his face in his hands, indicating that Claudia had in face died while he was at the crash site, just as the Banshee had predicted. ("Alpha Pact")

Stiles was 8 when she died

That hallucination of him accusing stiles coulda been all made up by stiles being so young n all the feels involved.

Or something that happened where Sheriff misplaced the blame he felt onto stiles cuz he couldn't face his own overwhelming feels.

Or a combo of the two.

It could explain why took him so long to move on. Also why he froze everything pertaining to claudia. Also why he holds her as perfect, tho she wasn't. 

Stiles would've seen her as a little kid sees their parent. Perfect and amazing. So not reliable.

And that sheriff had that version of claudia dreamed up when stiles was forgotten?

Especially when u remember most ppl r not perfect, even when they r dead n u dont wanna talk smack about em or u miss em.

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Magic Stiles:

Ohheytherebigbadwolf--

They let him play with mountain ash one (1) time and then DROPPED IT AND I'M SO SALTY.

HE MADE A 50 FOOT LINE WITH BARELY A HANDFUL.

HE BROKE THE LINE WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING IT.

Me--

Cuz he showed up WEREWOLVES by being cooler and more badass than they were when he was "just" a human. Now he can flex a magical Spark muscle based on *belief*?! Yeah, naw. They could not allow that to be followed through because obviously Stiles would have whooped the ass of whatever stupidfuck monster came by to fuck with HIS pack and HIS town... aaannnddd stoopid-dead-but-dont-know-it-yet said *what* about his boo and his dad? Smirking Stiles has 2 words for you: "Let's play." After all, have baseball bat and attitude, will travel.

Let's face some reality. Stiles believes he can protect all these supernats he has claimed as his...and He Does. He believes he can surpass human requirements for sleep and caffeine and superbraining with his fuckton sexy brain...and. He. DOES.

Do not doubt the Stiles. The writers Knew. Stiles woulda whipped the monsters and the town and the nemeton and the werewolves into shape and Derek woulda had no choice but to be Even More Blatant about his desperate NEED for some Stiles-lurve. God damn but I miss what an amazing damned show that would've been.

Stiles: This character is a f*king angel.

Sometimes comforting.

Sometimes protective.

Sometimes avenging.

Always beautiful.

Always luminous.

Always knows how to save your ass after he leads you to temptation.

Built completely out of "you may not understand my morals, but if you are Mine, you will always benefit from them."

Stiles is the person who will stand up to derek and argue and then immediately turn around and fling himself in front of the wolf without hesitation to save him

Also: i know what the stiles triplets would be nicknamed. Mischief menace n trouble

Further proof stiles is a supe? When he was forgotten he and peter and 1 other person (prolly another supe) weren't mindless zombies like everyone else

Paige n stiles related? Via Claudia? A cousin? Paige supe is why rejected?

[skyguywrites]

keeley/théo + “tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do?”

Try as Elodie might to tell him otherwise, Théo Moreau had spent a significant portion of his life firmly in the camp that he was, without a doubt, the greatest coward to have ever lived. He wasn’t brave or strong like his sister, but weak and fearful. He wasn't gutsy in the way that Elodie often was, able to stand up to Papa and speak her mind in a way that always left Théo wide eyed and in awe of her. He didn’t exhibit the courage of boys like Lando and Hunter, unafraid of the violence of the world, ready to jump into action at any given moment, unburdened by some childish panic that they might scrape their elbows or rip their jeans.  No, Théo was everything his father had ever labelled him; A good-for-nothing, low-life, namby-pamby sissy. He was utterly pathetic, and no amount of love and support from Elodie could have ever changed his stance on the matter.   Now, standing in front of Keeley, that truth seemed far more evident than ever. Strands of her pretty, flaming-red hair sticking to her cheeks, the fresh tears that streamed down her face holding them in place.  When he’d broken up with her, barely twenty minutes prior, he’d been surprised by the grace she’d shown. Not that she’d been happy – nor kind, with some of her more colourful vocabulary – but she had displayed a level of calm that Théo found himself to be undeserving of. He’d practically begged her to yell, to call him every bad name that she could muster – even going so far as to squeeze his eyes shut, his pale cheeks practically an offering to her. He’d grown so accustomed to his father’s rage that he’d been confused not to feel her palm connect with the side of his face, to feel the sting of heat searing across his skin.  “I... I don’t know,” Théo responded, feeble and inadequate.  His gaze shifted away from Keeley’s perfect, freckled face, eyes averting to a dark smudge on the toe of his shoe. He wondered how it had gotten there, not that it even mattered. Not right now with his friend – his ex-girlfriend, he supposed would be the correct terminology – staring at him with so much hurt, such betrayal behind her eyes.  “Um, I think... I don’t think I would be in your position, I guess,” he admitted, finally meeting her eyes, a sharp pain piercing his chest as he did. “Because... I don’t think you’d ever be so mean.” 

[a-lil-perspective]

oh dear, please feel a big hug and always remember that you're amazing and kind. you deserve the world and the universe and whatever lies behind its expanses.

also, imagine soft buir cross holding his tiny son while his wife is asleep at his side with her head resting on his shoulder. or in general, her falling asleep on him whether or not the child is already there.

imagine cross teaching him how to shoot and the rest of the batch teaching him too. or him teaching hunter's army of children.

~ love, leia 🤍

Thank you Leia. <3 It is much appreciated.

Uhm yes, Cross’buir snuggles and/or Crosshair and Auntie snuggles are all I think about.

Admittedly Heartfire starts out finding him not the most comfortable to sleep on because he’s so… bony. XD She does poke a bit fun at him for his wiry proportions. But Crosshair sees it as the greatest honor when she finally crashes on his shoulder.

Baby Asher on the other hand loves his sniper papa’s spindly frame and is cozy from the start. :) Cross’buir is very warm.

~

Asher is very partial to his papa’s teaching and while he does take instruction from his Uncles, learning to shoot with his Dad is his absolute favorite. :) His sniper papa is his pride and joy.

Oh my goodness Crosshair teaching the Hunter Junior Horde how to shoot is a hard “no” from the start. There’s no way he’s dealing with a dozen kids running around with blasters. They can have their tiny knives and that’s that.

Now, with enough convincing, he might start up a local (and exclusive) Archery course for the girlies. :)

[dilebe06]

THE DRAMA I'VE SEEN UNTIL 2020

JAPAN

ROOKIES

Hana Yori Dango

Atashitachi No Danchi

Hanakimi

Asuka March!

Dragon Zakura

Gokusen

Ikimen Desu Ne

My Boss My hero

Mei Chan

Nobuta Wa Pruduce

Nodame Cantabile

Orange Days

Proposial Daiasuke

Tokyo Dogs

Yamato Nadeshiko

Yukan Club

Yankee To Megane Chan

Yama Anna Kobe Anna

2020

Rich Man Poor Woman

Bloody Monday

High And Low: Story Of SWORD

High And Low 2

Road To High And Low [FILM]

High And Low the movie [FILM]

High And Low Red Rain [FILM]

Thermae Romae [FILM]

Samurai High School

High And Low: end of Sky [FILM]

High And Low: the final mission [FILM]

Sannin No Papa

Kiseki [FILM]

Saint Oniisan [FILM]

Gintama [FILM]

Gintama Mitsuba

Gintama Kimyona

Gintama 2 [FILM]

Karamazov No Kyodai

Wild Heroes

Takane And Hana

KOREA

Coffe prince

Full house

Goong

Great Inheritance

Hong Gil Dong

Hwang Jin Yi

My name Is Kim Sam Soon

Oh Dal Ja's Spring

Que Sera Sera

Queen in Hyun's Man

Soulmate

Still Marry Me

The legend

The Devil

The Greatest love

You Are Beautiful

Witch Amusement

2020

Secret Garden

Designated Survivor 60 days

Strong Woman

Vagabond

Argon

Flower Boy Ramen Shop

My Country: the New Age

City Hunter

One more Time

My Runway

Romance is a bonus book

What's wrong with secretary Kim

Descendants Of The Sun

Splah Splah Love

Live

Memories Of The Alhambra

Mr Sunshine

Abyss

Beethoven Virus

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Book Joo

Chief of Staff

Tell me what you Saw

Babi And I [FILM]

Sassy Go Go

Man to man

Hwarang

Circle

Hospital Playlist

Wedneysday 3:30 PM

Hot Stove League

Flower Crew: Joseon Marriage Agency

Afterschool Bokbulbock

I' m Not a Robot

Queen Of The Ring

Stranger

TAIWAN

Autumn's Concerto

Black and White

Devil Beside You

Hi My sweethers

Hot Shot

Love Contract

Smiling Pasta

Why Why Love

Triad Princess

2020

Emily's 5 Things

Lion Pride

Attention, Love!

Someday or one days

CHINA

The Untamed

Well Intended Love 2

meteor garden

Ever Night

Yanxi Palace

Dragon day's, you are dead

Crocodile and the plover bird

Double World [FILM]

The Lost Tomb

THAI

The Underclass

[thefaceman]

Songs That Remind Me of Like Father, Like Son:

So...this isn't the official playlist for the story the @eternalglitch has made, this is just a fan list because as my title suggests...these songs just remind me of the story.

Also! She takes recommendations for the playlist! And I HIGHLY recommend reading the story!

1.) Everybody Wants to Rule the world by Lorde

2.) Time of Dying by Three Days of Grace

3.) Death of a Hero by Alec Benjamin

4.) Help by Papa Roach

5.) Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson

6.) Take It out on Me by Thousand Foot Krutch

7.) Lying Awake by Steam Powered Giraffe

8.) Sanctify by Years & Years

9.) The Art of Breaking by Thousand Foot Krutch

10.) We’re Alive by Cavetown

11.) Whisper by The Dear Hunter

12.) Save Me by Skillet

13.) Misery Loves My Company by Three Days Grace

14.) Your Life by Hollywood Undead

15.) Outta Control by Thousand Foot Krutch

16.) The Wolf by SIAMÉS

17.) Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber

18.) Bring Me to Life by Thousand Foot Krutch

19.) On My Own by Ashes Remain

20.) Unbroken by Ashes Remain

21.) World so Cold by Three Days Grace

22.) Pain by Three Days Grace

These next ones are more like recovery songs for when Leo gets rescued:

23.) Flames by David Guetta and Sia

24.) Rainbow by Sia

25.) This Is Me by Keala Settle and The Greatest Showman Ensemble

26.) Titanium by David Guetta

27.) Rise by Katy Perry

28.) You’ll Be Okay by A Great Big World

29.) Here Comes a Thought cover by NateWantsToBattle

30.) Over the Rainbow by Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwoʻole

I hope these make as much sense as they do for me and sorry Glitch, I didn't feel it would have been right to flood your ask inbox with 30 songs '^^

Anyway, see you guy later with some art! :3

[writer1]

A regretful Wolf and his Beauty

Chapter Eight

Beast!Rex x Fem!reader

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands.

A/N: This is a collaborative fic with @ahsokatano-thetogruta. 

Warnings: harassment, Hurt, injury, wolf attack.

Twelve and a half years later…

"(y/n)?" You hear a couple of knocks at your bedroom door. "Are you awake yet, Sweetie?" 

"Yeah, I'm awake, Papa." He hears your muffled voice from the other side of the door, making him smile. "Okay, I'll go and make you some breakfast."

"Thank you, I'll be down in a bit." You call to him as he heads downstairs. You blink your eyes open to see the sun shining through your curtains, brightening up the room. Getting out of bed, you head over to the corner of your room where your armour sits on its stand. You grab your clothes that go under it, putting them on. Piece by piece, you strap the armor to your body securely, making sure that nothing is loose so it won't fall off.

Once fully armoured, you head downstairs to the kitchen where your Papa, Bail, has set out the table with cutlery and has almost finished making breakfast. "How are you this morning, Shiny?" You smile at the nickname as you sit down in your usual place at the table. "I'm good thank you." You remember how the nickname came to be, female knights weren’t exactly… encouraged in your village. 

The boys that trained with you would make fun of you and called you Shiny. It means naive for knights, but you stuck it to them when you took a liking to the name and kept it. Now no one calls you by anything but Shiny. You’re almost positive that some people have forgotten your given name. You start eating your breakfast, wondering what's going to happen today in this boring town.

xxx

You begin to sing out as you leave your house "Little town, it's a quiet village. Every day like the one before. Little town full of little people, waking up to say…" 

You hear the Townsfolk greeting one another as you walk through town.

You gesture to a bigger set twi’lek man. “There goes the baker with his tray, like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell, every morning just the same. Since the morning that we came, to this poor provincial town, never an adventure for a knight.” 

The baker walks over to you. "Good morning, Shiny." You turn to him with a smile. "Good morning monsieur."

"Where are you off to?" He asks, it's not very often that you don't stay in your yard to train. You smile, holding up the book you have in your hand. "The bookshop, I just finished the most wonderful story. It was about a beanstalk, and an ogre, and a---" 

"That's nice. MARIE the baguettes, hurry up." The baker walks away, you huff. You never have anyone to talk to about books, or being a knight. Besides your father. 

The Townsfolk talk to each other as you pass by, all dressed in your armor and feeling proud wearing it. "Look, there she goes. The girl is strange, no question, wanting to be a knight like all the men.

She's dazed and distracted, can't you tell?"

"Never part of any crowd."

"Cause her head's up on some cloud

No denying she's a funny girl, that Shiny." You walk through as you see so many different people and aliens talking to each other.

"Bonjour."

"Good day!"

"How is your family?" a Chiss man asks another Togrutan woman.

"Bonjour."

"Good day."

"How is your wife?" A human woman asks another human man. His wife hits him in the head with a rolling pin, making you flinch.

"I need....six eggs." 

"That's too expensive!"

"There must be more than this provincial life!" You sing out as you walk through town. You walk into the bookstore.

“Ah, Shiny. It’s good to see my favorite knight in here.” You smile at Tera Sinube, he is a retired Cosian knight, now a librarian. He tells stories of working in a castle to protect a king and queen. The castle was filled with their family. It was a big family, as he says.

“Good morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed” you hand him over the book.

He looks surprised as he chuckles. “Finished already?”

“Oh I couldn't put it down. Have ya got anythin' new?” You ask looking around the bookstore at the variety of fantasy books. You climb up on one of the ladders.

“Not since yesterday.” Tera Sinube chuckle's out again.

“That's alright. I'll borrow this one!” You grab a familiar book, handing it to librarian Sinube. “That one? But you've read it twice!” He laughs out. “Well it's my favourite. With far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” you tell him as you move the ladder with wheels so that you glide to him.

“Well, you will have your own adventures with daring sword fights some day, but if you like it all that much, it's yours!” you feel surprised “But sir?!?” He hands you the book, smiling.

"I insist, Shiny!" He gestures that it's no problem, your eyes sparkle with excitement “Well thank you, thank you very much!” You exit the shop into the busy street. You start reading the book as soon as you leave, you know the town well enough that you won’t get hurt.

“Look, there she goes, that girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well.”

A group of girls stare at you as you walk by them, they don't sing but they grumble. “With a dreamy, far-off look.” some of the men sing, but you don't hear them. “Always training and her nose stuck in a book.” some of the other women sing.

“What a puzzle to the rest of us is Shiny.” the whole town sings, but you don't hear it at all while reading.

Your eyes widen when you read your favourite part of the book “Ohhhhhh....isn't this amazing?! It's my favorite part because....you'll see. Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!”

“Now it's a wonder that her name doesn’t mean beauty. Her looks have got no parallel” A Twi'lek woman peers out of the window of her home.

A shopkeeper stands by the door of his shop “But with that tough façade, I'm afraid she's rather odd. Very different from the rest of us.”

“She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, different from the rest of us is Shiny.” The whole townsfolk sing, then Maul walks into the picture, but you walk past him and his naive, eleven and a half year old follower Ezra Bridger. “Wow you didn't miss a shot Maul! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!”

“I know.” A red Zabrak with black tattoos, named Maul, runs his hand over his head, feeling the small horns.  

“No beast alive stands a chance against you, haha...and no girl for that matter.”

“It's true Ezra, and I've got my sight set on that one.” Maul crouches down to the eleven year old boy, pointing towards you walking by. 

Ezra is surprised. "The inventor's daughter!? The only female knight in town!!?” Maul nods at him, eyes trained on you. “She's the one, the lucky girl I'm going to marry.”

“But she's--” Ezra tries to add in but he gets interrupted. “The most beautiful girl in town”

“I know but--”

“That makes her the best! and don't I deserve the best?” Maul crouches down to the boy, getting in his face, scaring Ezra.

“Well of course, I mean ya do, but I…” Ezra mumbles something, but Maul begins to sing.

“Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she's gorgeous and I fell. Here in town it's only she, who's as beautiful as me. So I'm making plans to woo and marry, Shiny.”

Three Twi'lek triplets swoon at Maul. "Look there, he goes! isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur Maul! oh, he's so cute!

Be still, my heart! I'm hardly breathing!

He's such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome brute!" They sing together as Maul tries to get through the crowd of villagers.

“Bonjour.” one man yells out. “Pardon!” Maul asks as he tries to get through the crowd.

“Good day.” “Mais oui!” Maul keeps getting blocked by people, no matter what way he goes. “You call this Bantha?” one man exclaims to a vender. “What lovely Meilooruns!” a Chiss woman tells another.

“Some cheese…” “Ten yards!”  “One Credit.” Maul pushes his way through. “`Scuse me!”  “I'll get the knife.” the cheese merchant tells the customer.

“Please let me through!!” Maul demands. “This bread.” “Those fish.” “It's stale.” “They smell!” Maul can't believe that the streets have to be this busy on this particular day.

“Madame's mistaken!” the Baker exclaims angrily.

 “There must be more than this provincial life!” You sing out again, wishing for more adventure.

Maul strutting through the crowd

“Just watch....I'm going to make Shiny my wife!” He's still unable to get to you.

"Look there she goes....a girl who's strange but special. A most peculiar mademoiselle." The whole town sings again, but you hear none of it, you once again have your nose in your book.

"It's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in. Cause she really is a funny girl. A beauty but a funny girl. She really is a funny girl.....that Shiny!!" The whole town sings, followed by many bonjours before they all close their doors and windows, going back to their business, finished with the song.

You shrugged as you went back to reading your book. A second later, someone jumps down in front of you. “Hello, Shiny.” you recognize his voice. “Bonjour, Maul.” you greet him, reluctantly looking up from your book. 

While he had your attention, Maul snatched the book from your hands. You feel annoyed, but you are still polite to him. “Maul, can I have my book back please?”

Maul opens the book, looking at it closely while you try to take it back from him. He huffs as he struggles to read it. “How can you read this? There are no pictures." You step back and cross your arms “Well, sometimes you just gotta use your imagination.” Maul's eyes widen and then he turns around to you, smirking.

”Shiny, you need to get your head out of those books.” He throws your book behind him into a puddle. “You need to focus on more important things.” he steps in front of you before you could get to your book. “Like me.” 

Off to the side of the street, a group of girls sigh dreamily as they admire Maul. 

"The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a woman to read, let alone be a knight. That's a man's job. Soon she starts getting ideas, and thinking." Maul starts to sound almost like he's grossed out, making you mad. You earned your place among the knights, and he has no right to tell you otherwise. You pick up your book, turning to him.

"Maul, you are positively primeval. I can be whatever I want to be, and I'm a knight." Maul huff's at you, but brings back his smile.

"Right… Right. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern, and take a look at my trophies?" Maul starts pulling you towards the tavern, you've had enough. No more nice Shiny.

"No." You tell him, ripping your arm out of his grip. You give him a challenging smirk. "What's wrong with her" "she's crazy." "He's gorgeous." The triplets say in rapid succession, as you try to walk away from Maul.

"I have to get home to help my father now, Maul. Maybe some other time. Goodbye." You tell him, a little too happily. Then you hear the snickering coming from young Ezra.

"That crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get." The young boy laughs as Maul joins in.

"Ezra Bridger, don't you dare talk about my father that way!" You yell, Maul stops laughing. He fixes Ezra with a stare that the boy knows means that he's going to get a beating when they get home.

"Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" You are mad. "My father is not crazy, he's a genius." They suddenly hear an explosion and you go running. Leaving Maul and Ezra's laughing behind.

xxx

You rush into your house, running straight to the basement. You grab your helmet on the way down, just in case there is flying debris. It wouldn't be the first time. "Papa!" You call out through the smoke, coughing. "Papa!!" You yell again, almost down to your father's workshop.

"How in the force did that happen?!" You hear Bail yell out as the smoke starts to clear. "Are you alright, Papa?" You see him stuck beneath some rubble, so you reach your hands out and close your eyes, concentrating. The wood and machinery parts start to lift up into the air.

"Thank you, Shiny." He sighs with frustration. "I'm about to give up with this hunk of junk!" You chuckle at him.

"You always say that." He kicks his invention and storms away from it. "I mean it this time. I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!"

You smile and shake your head, walking over to him. "Yes you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow." Bail raises an eyebrow at you crossing his arms, turning away from you in a huff "Hmph."

"And become a world famous inventor." You smile at him as he turns his head round "You really believe that?" He doesn't sound so convinced. 

"I always have." You give him a promising smile. Bail soon feels so much better from your words of support. "Well, what are we waitin' for?" He runs over to his invention. "I'll have this thing fixed in no time!" Grabbing a spanner, he gets to work on his machine. 

"Now, did you have a good time in town today?" Your father asks as you get your training dummy ready. "It was good, Papa. I got a new book!" You grab your sword, then go at the dummy, using all the techniques you've been taught.

"Papa? Do you think that I'm odd?" 

"My daughter! Odd! Huh, where would you get an idea like that?" Bail asks as he slides out from under the machine, his magnifying goggles making his eyes look hilariously huge. You laugh as you continue practicing your sword fighting, but get sad again. Your father slides back underneath the machine.

"Oh… I don't know, it's just that everyone thinks I'm different. Especially since I'm a knight, I'm not sure that I fit in here, Papa. There's no one I can really talk to." You stop fighting the dummy, sheathing your sword. "Well, what about that Zabrak fellow… Maul, right? He's a handsome young man." 

You huff, feeling sickened at the thought of talking to that oaf. "Oh, he's handsome… and rude, also conceited. That guy is definitely not for me." 

"Well, don't worry. This invention will be a start of a new life for us, you will get your dreams of being a knight. And I know for sure that you will find someone perfect for you!" 

You roll your eyes with a laugh. "Sure Papa, but I know that no one will ever want to be with me. I'm too odd, too different for someone to love." Your father sighs, finally coming out from underneath his invention. 

"Now, that's not true. Now I think that I've finally done it, Sweetheart. Let's give it a try!" Your father pulls a lever, and you hear a whistle. You put your helmet on and pull your father behind you, just to be safe. You wait, and finally the invention is chopping wood, just like it's supposed too. You smile, your father's finally done it.

"It works." Bail hears the excitement in your voice, making him equally as joyful. "It does?" He looks towards the machine that continues to chop up the wood. "It does!" He shouts out with joy.

You love how excited your father is about his working invention. "You did it! You really did it!" You give him a big hug and jump with joy. 

"Hitch up Threepio, Shiny. I'm off to the fair!" He cheers out, overjoyed that his invention really works.

xxx

"Goodbye, Papa. Good luck!" You wave your father off as Threepio pulls along the invention, neighing as he trots with Bail on his back. "Goodbye, Shiny! And take care while I'm gone!"

Bail travels across the land, through fields and over mountains, taking in the scenery around him. He crosses over a small bridge and enters a dark, gloomy forest. Threepio keeps his head down low, feeling nervous. "We should be there by now." Bail sounds confused, looking up to see a green and white Convor sitting on a tree branch, watching him as he passes.

"Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should've taken the- wait a minute." He lifts up his lantern to a sign, reading it. Threepio's ear twitches, then he turns to the left of the path, but he gets pulled by his lead. "No, let's go this way."

Threepio shakes his head and looks down the path that Bail wants to take, eyes widening as the poor horse sees the foggy, dark path. He looks to the left again, seeing that it's much more pleasant. Threepio attempts to go left again, but Bail refuses. "Come on, Threepio! It's a shortcut, we'll be there in no time!" The horse trots on into the dark woods. Feeling more and more nervous with each passing second.

Suddenly, something not too far away runs past them. Threepio startles, looking around for the danger, backing up with fear in his eyes. Bail looks confused at the map. "This can't be right." A howl echoes deep within the forest, making him look up from his map and hold out his lantern. "Where have you taken us, Threepio?" 

Threepio backs up even more, ready to leave as soon as possible. Worry fills Bail. "We better...turn around." The constant sounds of howling frightens the horse, backing up into a tree, causing a cloud of bats to fly around the both of them. Threepio begins to gallop away as fast as he can. "Woah! Woah Boy!" Threepio halts as they come to the edge of a cliff "Back up! Back up!" He does as he's told, Bail sighs. "Good boy, good boy. That's Good that's- back up! Steady, steady. Stead- Woah!" Threepio bucks, causing Bail to fall to the ground. His lantern bursts into flames causing his horse to run away, a couple of wolves chasing after him. 

Bail gets up off of the ground "Threepio!" He loudly whispers. Nothing. Bail stands up off the ground, he turns to see wolves coming towards him. He starts running as fast as he can, hearing the howls and growling behind him. He tumbles down a cliff, coming to a stop at a gate. He quickly jumps up, running and grabbing on to the bars.

“HELP!!! Please, is someone there!!!” he calls. “HELP!!!” he calls one more time before the gates suddenly open, he falls to the ground, slamming them closed with his foot, saving him from the wolves. A wolf bites his pant leg, but Bail kicks it off. It starts to rain as he walks up to the gloomy castle, Bail knocks at the door and it immediately creaks open, he walks inside. It looks much more cosy inside than out, but it's still dark. 

“Hello?” he asks into the darkness, hoping to ask the owner if he could stay the night, but it seems abandoned. “Hellooo?” he suddenly hears whispers. “The fellow must have lost his way in the woods!” it whispers before being shushed. “Keep quiet! If we’re quiet he might leave, Fives! You know how dangerous this could be.” Bail can’t seem to find where the voices are coming from.

“Is someone there?” Bail asks, trying to find the voices' owners. “Not a word, Fives! Not one word!”

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I lost my horse, and I need a place to stay, just for the night?” 

“Aww, Echo, have a heart, Vod.” Echo presses a metal hand against Fives’ wax mouth. “Shhh!” Fives sighs, placing his one candle against his brothers hand. “ OW, ow! ow! Owww!” Echo starts hopping around.

“Of course. You are certainly welcome here, kind sir.”

“Who said that?” Bail grabs the candlestick, making Fives surprised as he's picked up, Echo is worried for his twin. Fives then smiles as he taps his shoulder. "Over here." Fives calls out.

Bail is confused, looking around. “Where?” Fives taps Bail's head, making him turn to see the candlestick looking at him, smiling at him “Hello.” 

A gasp escapes Bail as he drops the candlestick. Fives groans as he hits the ground, making his candles burn out. "Incredible." Bail leans down to take a closer look at the candlestick who just spoke. 

“Now you've done it, Fives!” Echo hops down from the table and crosses his arms.  “Splendid, just peachy- AHHH!” He screams as he is lifted off the ground.

“How is this accomplished?” Bail's expression is full of amazement as he turns the clock around to examine it. Echo is a little afraid. “Put me down at once!”

Bail turns Echo upside down and shakes him about. Fives just watches and chuckles at his Twin. Then Echo gasps as Bail opens up his little glass door and starts digging around. “Now to take you apart and see how you tick.” Bail whispers, he has no idea that this is a living being. Fives gasps as Echo screams, Fives turns and screams as loud as his voice will allow. “ REX!!!!!!” There's a roar and Bail freezes as a giant Wolf-like creature with blonde fur runs down the stairs, followed by four suits of armor and a desk shuffling behind them, seemingly having a hard time. The wolf’s honey brown, yellowish eyes widen when he sees Bail holding the clock in one hand, and a gear from it in the other.

“ECHO!!! Let go of him, NOW!!” The wolf runs over to Bail, who drops the clock and the gear, Rex runs and catches them, handing both over to Fives, that's when he stands to full height, he’s much, much taller than any man Bail had ever seen. “What have you done to my brother.” he growls angrily, standing as close as he can to Bail, showing his large, sharp teeth. “B-Brother? But that's a clock!”

“Yes, and you hurt him!" Rex's deep voice sends shivers down Bail's spine as he looks towards the clock cradled in the candlestick's arms while a suit of armor with orange feathers on its helmet puts the gear back into Echo's body. 

Bail tries to run away, but Rex runs on all fours, stopping in front of him to prevent him from leaving. “Please! I-I meant no harm! I just needed a place to stay!” Rex growls deeply. “I'll give you a place to stay, and for what you did to my brother, you deserve it!” Rex grabs Bail as he storms off deeper into the castle, leaving everyone else to make sure that Echo is okay now and that nothing harmful has happened to him.

xxx

Rex sighs as he walks back up the stairs from the dungen, he can’t believe that that man had hurt Echo, it wasn’t right. He runs up, immediately seeing his brothers. Fives and Echo are standing on Cody, with Obi Wan beside them. “Is he okay?” Rex asks as he walks over, he's on two legs at the moment.

“I’m fine, Ori’Vod. Just a little sore.” Rex sighs in relief, his brothers are only twenty one at the moment, the curse had slowed their aging a little. They get a letter when they do age a year. It's weird. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Rex whispers, kneeling down and nuzzling the little clock. Echo chuckles, reaching up and placing a hand on Rex’s nose.

“It’s okay, Vod. You know that I’m fine, but you should let that man go.” Rex pulls away, eyes narrowing. “No, he could have killed you, Echo. He’s staying in the dungeon where he belongs.” Rex holds back a growl, he's so angry at what that man did. When Fives screamed and then he came running down to see Echo with one of his gears out, it scared the living daylights out of him. He had believed that he was going to lose his little brother. “Hey!” Rex looks down to Cody nudging his leg.

“It’s okay, Rex’ika. Echo’s fine. We are all fine.” Rex sighs “I was scared, I didn't want to lose Echo… but I am not letting that man go. And that's final!” he turns around, his cape and tail swishing behind him as he storms off into the castle. 

xxx

“Oh boy! Shiny's going to get the surprise of her life! Huh Gaston?” Ezra looks at Maul who stares at your house, wanting to propose and marry you today. “Yes, this is her lucky day.” Maul turns to leave, letting the branch he was holding swing back a little into Ezra's face, but Ezra just shakes it off and follows Mail to the party. 

Maul clears his throat. “I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first...I better go in there and propose to the girl.” He says with a wink and laughs, so everyone else laughs too. The three girls are crying that they aren't the ones to marry him. “And you, Ezra” He presses his finger on Ezra's nose “When Shiny and I come out of that door-”

“Oh! I know, I know!” Ezra exclaims excitedly. “I tell the band to start playing!” he gestures to the group of Bith aliens to play some music. Maul feels annoyed. “Not yet!” 

Ezra quickly stops the band from playing and feels a bit guilty. “Sorry.”

You are lost in your book when you hear a sudden knock at your door, making you jump. You quickly get up and place your book on the table, making a note of the page that you are on. You brush back your hair out of your face a little as you reach for your father's invention that allows you to see who's at the door with having to open it. You peek through the scope to see Maul. You groan “Ugh.” 

Being the polite person you are, you open the door. “Maul, what a pleasant surprise.” he just grins at you. “Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises.” he walks closer to you, making you back away from him. “Y'know, Shiny. There's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day…” He stops to check himself in the mirror. “This is the day your dreams come true.”

“What do you know about my dreams, Maul?” You find his big ego pretty amusing, so you hold back a laugh and try to be as kind as you can. “Plenty! Here, picture this...” he sits down on a chair and puts his muddy boots up on the table on top of your book. “A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, my little wife massaging my feet.” You feel disgust when he takes his boots off and wiggles his toes. You hold your nose to block out the stench. “While the little ones play on the floor, with the dogs.” He stands up right in front of you. “We'll have six or seven.

“Dogs?” you really hope that that's the right answer as you brush the mud off of your book “No, Shiny! Strapping boys, like me.” You try to be enthusiastic and play along. “Aheh, imagine that…”

As you walk away, he creeps up behind you. “And you know who that little wife will be?” you snap your book shut, not wanting to know in the slightest. “Hm, let me think.” you turn around to see Maul right in your face.

“You, (y/n).” You duck under his arm and back away from him yet again, really wishing that you hadn’t left your sword in your room, you also feel uncomfortable with him using your given name. “Maul. I'm... I'm speechless.” you're back all the way up to the door. You put your hand on your chest. “I really don't know what to say!”

Maul backs you up to your front door, placing his hands on it either side of you. “Say you will marry me.” you look up at him as you try and find the door handle. “Im sorry, Maul. But…” you found the handle. “I will never, ever marry anyone, especially you!” you say, opening the door wide open, making Maul fall out of the front door and into a puddle. He goes to lift his head up, but you use the force to make sure that he gets a mouthful of mud. Maul looks up angrily, wiping the mud from his face. The band starts playing, Maul stands up, walking over to Ezra.

“So? How’d it go, Maul?” The eleven year old asks, but Maul cuffs him. “Shiny will be mine, have no doubt about that.” Maul storms off, Ezra following close behind him.

xxx

“Is he gone?” You ask a little while later as you walk out to feed the chickens, you’re wearing your armor as usual. “Oh, can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless...” you growl as you tell the chickens. Then you start singing. "Madame Maul! Can't you just see it? "Madame Maul! His "little wife", ugh!” You kick over the bucket of chicken feed angrily. 

“No sir! Not me! I am a knight! Never a wife!” you sing in disgust. The thought of being someone's wife disgusts you, especially if it's Maul’s.  “I want much more than this provincial life! I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell.”

“And for once it might be grand. To have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned.” You hear a horse's whinny, as Threepio runs up. “Threepio? What are you- Wait! Where's papa, where is he threepio?” You know that something must have happened, you run into your house, grabbing your helmet and sword. You run back down, jumping onto threepio’s back.

“Take me to Papa.” The horse runs off with you on his back, you will find your father, if it is the last thing you do.

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[kravinova]

ana & sergei.

[silverofthunder]

if you open your heart || 🔞

part 1 -- part 2 -- part 3 -- part 4 -- part 5

Secondo x GN Reader, Terzo/Omega || 9k words, criminal au, drama, emotional blackmail (kind of), developing feelings, romance, lots of feelings and thoughts in general

body and blood (Dracopia series) || 🔞

x GN Reader || 37.8k words, mystery, drama, fantasy, vampires, family stuff, feelings, seems like a slow burn(ish), mostly SFW but later NSFW

watcher in the night

hunter's moon

heart's desires

(the beauty of) your world

the greatest temptation

downfall

a thought of forever

of decisions and right moments

bliss and fear

shadow of the past

confessions

where i belong

life eternal

...

found family

AU where Copia is not related to Primo, Secondo or Terzo. mild hurt/comfort, fluff, slice of life, friendship, unrequired love, SFW

found family - the baby || Secondo & baby Copia

found family - the brother || Secondo & kid Copia, Primo, Aria (kid OC)

found family - thoughts || Terzo & teenager Copia, Aria (OC)

found family - the wedding || Copia & Aria (OC)

dressage rider!Terzo headcanons

first kisses with Papas (headcanons)

Terzo/Copia after ritual headcanons

soft Copiia headcanons

Secondo x Copia || Terzo x Copia fics

!! these are AUs (obviously) but if this pairing is not your jam, i suggest you ignore these. !!

tattoo in my mind

Secondo x Copia || 1,266 words, tattoo!AU, fluff (in a way), a bit of teasing, flirty Secondo, SFW

favorite places

a continuation piece to a fic above Secondo x Copia || 1,892 words, tattoo!AU, fluff, a bit of teasing, first date, SFW

hot mess || 🔞 || only on AO3

a continuation piece to fics above Secondo x Copia || 1.8k words, tattoo!AU, fluff, romance, smut, first time, NSFW

behind closed doors

Terzo x Copia || 425 words, historical au, bittersweet, angsty romance, SFW

in sickness and in health

Secondo x Copia || ~ 650 words, sick fic, romance, fluff, SFW

requests:

at your service, my love (Secondo x Copia || SFW)

(how you) care for me (Secondo x Copia || NSFW-ish)

pets (Terzo x Copia || SFW)

xx

[archive-archives]

SIX BY SONDHEIM (2013) Run Time             86:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.78:1; 16 X 9 Widescreen Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 25

From award-winning director and frequent Sondheim collaborator James Lapine, Six by Sondheim is an intimate and candid look at the life and art of legendary composer-lyricist Stephen Sondheim, who redefined musical theater through such works as Company, Sweeney Todd and Sunday in the Park with George. Told primarily in Sondheim’s own words from dozens of interviews spanning decades, the film is a highly personal profile of a great American artist as revealed through the creation and performance of six of his songs. It features rarely seen archival performance footage and original staged productions – created exclusively for this film – with stars including Audra McDonald, Darren Criss, America Ferrera and more.

HARLEY QUINN: THE COMPLETE FIRST AND SECOND SEASONS (2019,2020) Run Time             594:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.78:1, 16 X 9 Widescreen Disc Configuration           2 BD 50

Harley Quinn (Kaley Cuoco) has finally broken things off once and for all with the Joker (Alan Tudyk) and attempts to make it on her own as the criminal Queenpin of Gotham City in this half-hour adult animated action-comedy series. With the help of Poison Ivy (Lake Bell) and a ragtag crew of DC castoffs, Harley tries to earn a seat at the biggest table in villainy: the Legion of Doom. Don’t worry – she’s got this. Or does she? In Season 2, Harley has defeated the Joker, and Gotham City is hers for the taking…what’s left of it, that is. Her celebration in the newly created chaos is cut short when Penguin, Bane, Mr. Freeze, The Riddler and Two-Face join forces to restore order in the criminal underworld. Calling themselves the Injustice League, they’re intent on keeping Harley and her crew from taking control as the top villains in Gotham.

NEW 2021 1080p HD master! PUMP UP THE VOLUME (1990) Run Time             102:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16 X 9 Letterbox Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

By day, Mark Hunter (Christian Slater) is a painfully shy new kid in a small Arizona town. But by night, he’s Hard Harry, the cynical, uncensored DJ of a pirate radio station. Idolized by his high school classmates (who are unaware of his real identity), Harry becomes a hero with his fiercely funny monologues on sex, love, and rock and roll. But when he exposes the corrupt school principal, she calls in the FCC to shut Harry down. An outrageous rebel with a cause, Slater gives a brilliant performance as the reluctant hero who inspires his classmates to find their own voices of rebellion and individuality. A movie with a message, Pump Up the Volume is a raw and witty celebration of free speech that will make you laugh, make you cheer and make you think.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master! A TALE OF TWO CITIES (1935) Run Time             126:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Audioscopiks (MGM short); 2 Classic Cartoons 'Hey, Hey Fever' and 'Honeyland'; Radio adaptation with Ronald Colman; Trailer

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” Charles Dickens’ tale of love and tumult during the French Revolution comes to the screen in a sumptuous film version by the producer famed for nurturing sprawling literary works: David O. Selznick (David Copperfield, Anna Karenina, Gone with the Wind). Ronald Colman (The Prisoner of Zenda) stars as Sydney Carton – sardonic, dissolute, a wastrel…and destined to redeem himself in an act of courageous sacrifice. “It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done,” Carton muses at that defining moment. This is far, far better filmmaking too: a Golden Era marvel of uncanny performances top to bottom, eye-filling crowd scenes (the storming of the Bastille, thronged courtrooms, an eerie festival of public execution) and lasting emotional power. Revolution is in the air!

NEW 2021 1080p HD master! BABY DOLL (1956) Run Time             114:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16 X 9 Letterbox Product Color    BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: "Baby Doll: See No Evil" vintage featurette; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Times are tough for cotton miller Archie (Karl Malden), but at least he has his child bride (Carroll Baker), who’ll soon be his wife in title and truth. The one-year agreement keeping them under the same roof – yet never in the same bed – is about to end. But a game with a sly business rival (Eli Wallach) is about to begin. In Baby Doll, as in A Streetcar Named Desire, director Elia Kazan and writer Tennessee Williams broke new ground in depicting sexual situations – earning condemnation from the then-powerful Legion of Decency. They earned laurels too: four Academy Award® nominations, Golden Globe® Awards for Baker and Kazan, and a British Academy Award for Wallach. Watch this funny, steamy classic that, as Leonard Maltin’s Movie Guide proclaims, “still sizzles.”

NEW 2021 1080p HD master from nitrate preservation elements! SAN FRANCISCO (1936) Run Time             115:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Product Color    BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Alternate Ending Sequence; "Clark Gable: Tall, Dark and Handsome" featurette with Liam Neeson; two vintage FitzPatrick Traveltalks: 'Cavalcade of San Francisoco' & 'Night Descends on Treasure Island'; Classic Cartoon 'Bottles"; Theatrical re-issue trailer (HD)

Romantic drama combines with humor, starpower combines with lavish spectacle and the walls come tumbling down! This Academy Award-winning extravaganza’s street-splitting, brick-cascading, fire-raging recreation of the cataclysmic earthquake remains "one of the greatest action sequences in the history of the cinema, rivalling the chariot race in both Ben-Hurs" (Adrian Turner, Time Out Film Guide).

Clark Gable plays rakish Barbary Coast kingpin Blackie Norton. Jeanette MacDonald portrays a singer torn by her love for Blackie and her need to succeed among the operagoing elite. Earning the first of nine career Best Actor Oscar® nominations,* Spencer Tracy is a priest who supplements spiritual advice with a mean right hook. He urges Blackie to change. But if love and religion can't reform Blackie, Mother Nature will.

NEW 2021 1080p HD master from 4K Scan of original Technicolor negatives! SHOW BOAT (1951) Run Time             108:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 STEREO - English, DTS-HD Master Audio 2.0 Original Mono Theatrical track- - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Commentary by Director George Sidney; Till the Clouds Roll By - Show Boat (1946) Sequence; "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man" and "Bill" Ava Gardner Audio-only Outtakes; Lux Radio Theater Broadcast (2/11/1952); Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

From novel (by Edna Ferber) to Broadway smash (by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II) to three film versions (1929, 1936, 1951) to stage revivals. Like Ol’ Man River, Show Boat just keeps rollin’ along. Produced by Arthur Freed and directed by George Sidney, this 1951 version of the saga of riverboat lives and loves has glorious stars (Kathryn Grayson, Ava Gardner, Howard Keel, Marge and Gower Champion) in Technicolor® radiance, a made-from-scratch 170-foot paddle wheeler, timeless songs and an equally timeless outcry against racial bigotry. “This was music that would outlast Kern’s day and mine,” Ferber said in recalling her first reaction to hearing “Ol’ Man River.” She was right as rain.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master! MY DREAM IS YOURS (1949) Run Time             101:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Vintage Joe McDoakes Comedy Short "So You Want to be An Actor"; The Grass is Always Greener short subject; Classic Cartoon 'A Ham in a Role' ; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Talent agent Doug Blake (Jack Carson) is giving 100% to earn his 10%. He walks away from his arrogant singing star (Lee Bowman) and scrambles to discover another who will shine even brighter. He finds effervescent songstress Martha Gibson. Doris Day plays Martha. Think she has a chance? During the shooting of Day’s first film (Romance on the High Seas), director Michael Curtiz was sure the sparkling newcomer had much more than a chance and set the wheels in motion for My Dream Is Yours. Curtiz dots his film with authentic Hollywood locales (including the fabled Schwab’s Pharmacy). And Bugs Bunny himself hops into a dream sequence. Welcome to the Dream Factory. Make it yours.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master from 4K scan of Original Technicolor Negatives! ON MOONLIGHT BAY (1951) Run Time             95:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: 'Let's Sing a Song About the Moonlight' vintage short; Classic Cartoon 'A Hound for Trouble'; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Not since Judy met the boy next door in St. Louis has there been a heaping of tuneful, romantic Midwestern American life like this! Doris Day and Gordon MacRae team for spoonin’, croonin’ and swoonin’ On Moonlight Bay, based on Booth Tarkington’s Penrod stories. “Try not to walk like a first baseman,” Mama (Rosemary DeCamp) tells tomboy Marjorie (Day) as she prepares to date college man Bill (MacRae). The advice takes. The lovebirds hear wedding bells ahead, just as soon as Bill gets his sheepskin. But World War I rages “over there.” And Papa (Leon Ames) rages at home after a flap with his prospective son-in-law. Will harmony return to this Hoosier home? Surely Day and MacRae will make musical harmony. And On Moonlight Bay will have you sailing along.

[my-brothers-corrupted]

She sits on the grass on the other side of the pond, avoiding his gaze.

"You sure?"

"She's ready," Stacy encourages, putting her hand on Chase's arm. "Just... give her space if she gets upset."

Chase nods resolutely, straightening up. He steps away from Stacy and moves towards his daughter.

"Can I sit down with you?" he asks, standing beside her.

She doesn't answer. Her eyes flicker over to him. He sinks down into the grass, folding his knees up as he sits beside her.

"Izzy," he says softly. "I'm really sorry I went away."

Izzy sniffles. She has Stacy's dark hair and eyes, but her face is more like Chase's - and so are her sticking-out ears. He smiles down at her despite the seriousness of the situation. She has a little yellow soccer jersey on and light-up shoes. He wishes he knew how to express to her that two months ago he would have died just for the chance to see this perfect, beautiful little girl even once - and now, how excruciatingly wonderful it is that he can see her and her brother without any price but his heart.

"Why don't you remember me, Daddy?" asks Izzy, hiccuping with sobs. "You're my Papa."

"Anti really hurt my head," says Chase quietly, because she is old enough not to be lied to. "And I got very confused and upset, and I couldn't remember who I was or where you were. I was really unhappy because I was missing you, but I still couldn't remember. I had to try really hard for a really long time to remember anything at all. But Izzy, even when I was really sad, when I would have dreams of you and Hunter... they made me happy again. Because I knew you were somewhere in the world, and I knew Anti didn't have you. And he never will, Zig-Zag. He's never going to get any of us again."

"Did Anti hurt you, Dad?" asks Izzy.

Chase frowns, scooting so that they are facing each other, sitting together on the grass. "Anti did hurt me and your uncles," he says. "And sometimes, I'm still really sad from the things that he did to me. I'm really sad that I lost more than a year when I could have been here being your Papa. But now that he's gone, I get a chance to be happier and not get hurt anymore."

Izzy plays with one of Hunter's toy trucks in the grass, wiping at her snotty face as she considers this.

"And if you'd give me one," says Chase. "I would really like to have a chance to be a good Papa to you again too. Because even though I still get sad sometimes, I will do anything to make sure that you are happy - and that you never have to lose your Dad like that again. Izzy. I love you so much. Look at me, Zig-Zag."

Her eyes look up at him. He touches her little hand and is nearly shocked out of his focus - her skin buzzes, just a little, just like Anti's used to. And he wonders if this was one of the reasons he let his monster hold him so many times: because even then, even at his worst, he was looking for his child.

"You and Hunter are the most important people in the world to me," he whispers. "And I am never letting anyone take me from you again."

"You're going to be happy again, Dad? You're not going to go?"

"I'm not going to go," says Chase. "And now that I've find you, I have the greatest reason in the world to be happy again."

Izzy cries silent tears, looking up at him with her mouth pinched and trembling. He touches her face.

"I love you too, Daddy," she says, and she reaches out for a hug.

Chase pulls his child to his heart. That is where she will stay for the rest of his life.

Something crashes into him from behind and he lets out a bark of a laugh as Hunter clambers onto his back, squeezing his neck so hard he can barely breathe. He clutches them both to his body and drops down into the grass, making them squeal with laughter as he pins and kisses them, clutching at their heads and blowing raspberries into their stomachs. And in the laughter of his children and the warm apple smell of their shampoo and the heat of the sun on their soft hair, he can see and hear and feel the whole of his future - and for the first time in his life, he is not scared of anything that is to come.

His name is Chase. His future is bright and beautiful, and he is looking forward to every goddamn second of it.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Beauty and the Beast

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 914

Warning: None.

Summary: The First Order invades a minor planet, in search of the inventor. 

Part Two?

Beauty and the Beast AU

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Walking on the cobblestones, you were on your daily venture into the village. It was a small and quiet village. As you glided through the village, you observed the motions of everyone around you. It was the same each and every morning. The baker passing by with fresh bread and rolls.

“Good morning, Y/N.” The baker greeted. “Where are you off to?”

“Good morning, Monsieur .” You grinned. “The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story, about a bean stock and an ogre and-”

“That’s nice.” The baker cut you off. "Marie! The baguettes! HURRY UP!" He yelled at his wife.

Chuckling you grinned, as you watched them continue about wanting to sell their trays filled with fresh bread. The sweet aroma filled your nose, making your stomach growl slightly.

Continuing on your journey through town, you could see some of the daughters of other towns people gossiping about you. Frowning you shook your head, not allowing your mind to go there. Once, you arrived at the bookshop the thoughts were long gone. 

“Ah, Y/N.” Pere greeted. 

Grinning you handed him the book. “Good morning, I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” 

Climbing on the book later, you began searching for your favorite. 

“Finished already?” He questioned, observing you.

“Oh, I couldn’t put it down. Have you got anything new?” You questioned, fingers running along the spines of the books. 

Chucking he grinned. “Not since yesterday!”

“That’s all right! I’ll borrow....” You searched through the books, before making your decision. “This one!” You spoke pulling it out.

“But you’ve read it twice!”

Giggling, you nodded descending down the ladder. “Well, it’s my favorite, far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells...A prince in disguise!”

“If you like it all that much, it’s yours.” Pere spoke grinning towards you.

“But, sir.” You began to object.

“I insist!”

“Well, thank you, thank you very much!”

*****

“Wow, you didn’t miss a shot, Poe.” Finn exclaimed. “You’re the greatest hunter in the whole world.”

Grinning Poe nodded. “I know.” He responded arrogantly.

“No beast alive stands a chance against you.” Finn spoke. “And no girl for that matter.”

“It’s true, Finn, and I’ve got my sights set on that one.” Poe nodded in your direction. You were passing by on your way back to your shared cottage with your father, nose already in your favorite book.

“Huh, the inventor’s daughter?” Finn asked dumbfounded.

Nodding, Poe didn’t break his stare from you. “She’s the one, the lucky girl I’m going to marry.” 

“But she’s-”

“The most beautiful girl in town.” 

“I know but-”

“That makes her the best.” Poe stated full of pride. “And don’t I deserve the best?”

“Well, of course, I mean, you do, but-”

“Right from the moment that I met her, saw her.” Poe began. “I said, She’s gorgeous, and I fell.” 

*****

Making your way to your house, you walked the dirt path. It wasn’t until your house was in your sight, that you could sense something was wrong. Closing your book, you quickly tossed it in your wicker basket. Glancing at the front of the house, the door was kicked in. 

A gasp fell from your lips. Bolting towards your house, the thoughts of your father injured began plaguing your mind.

“Papa?” You called the moment you crossed the threshold of the front door. “Papa? Where are you?” 

“Down here Y/N.” His voice called from the basement.

Quickly, you rushed down the stairs. 

“Papa!” You exclaimed throwing your arms around him, pulling him in for a bear hug. “I was so worried something bad happened to you!” 

Pulling back slightly, you gazed into his eyes lovingly.

“Not yet.” A mechanical voice spoke. “We are taking him back to the Finalizer.” 

Glancing towards the voice, it was a storm trooper. Another storm trooper appeared, promptly placing handcuffs around your fathers wrists. 

“No, you can’t take him!” You exclaimed, rushing towards your father. Your movements quickly halted as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist preventing you to.

“Get him out of here.” Another mechanical voice stated. “Now!”

*****

The storm troopers had successfully, taken your father prisoner. Tears had streamed down your face as you watched them escort him out of the basement. He had recently visited the doctor, the realization that time is the one most precious thing that, is never given more of. The doctor had let you know that your father is gravely ill, he was the only family you had. 

As you paced in the living room, your mind had come up with multiple ideas to retrieve your father. The more you paced, the more you came up with ideas. 

Just months before, your father had created a small pod that was filled with the necessities for a pilot. It was able to take you anywhere in the galaxy. Making a mental note, you would make sure to mention the pod to your father.

Sitting in the pod, you quickly started it up. Punching in on the technology your designated destination. Your father was sure, to place you in pilot training courses. His reasoning was in case you would ever need it, you would already know the information.

Gripping the yoke, you began steering the small pod. Taking off, you left the atmosphere of the small planet, you had spent on your whole life, a planet you had never left nor dreamt of leaving. 

One thing was for sure, you were going to save your father.