#this is just the freshest in my mind rn

[wormteeth2004]

had an insanely weird dream last night that must be how "reality shifters" feel. i was like... aware i was dreaming and i was in some plane of reality for dreaming people. at one point i met some woman who was talking to me about it and she brought me up to a house that looked like one of these:

--actually they all did. the area looked like if a suburb had beautiful cascading streets and actual large trees and shrubs. the houses were just painfully modern and mcmansion-y. when i got up to the house there was a big billboard-like eletronic sign on the top front of it that said i had to pay a certain amount of currency (a type i had never seen before, original to the dream plane) in order to experience whatever was inside, I've since forgotten. but i had this whole sort of anxious moment where i explained to this woman that i was too nervous to pay for this experience because i was worried that if i paid in the dream-world that i would wake up in real life to a bunch of my real money missing. so i politely declined and woke up.

[wastemanjohn]

spn fic rec fest day 2 - whump

under cut

tw non con

edit forgot to tag @spnficrecfest

deanbobby. dean loses his memory, sam disappears and bobby takes care of dean (kind of). love the moral ambiguity of sam and bobby in this fic, bobby's disturbing backstory and of course hurt!dean my sweet baby ❤️ and so gorgeously written.

i don't even know what to say. traumatised closeted dean haunted by the worst kind of experience with a shifter and his dad. i haven't read the most recent part yet but everything i have read has been fantastic and broken my heart which is exactly what i look for in fiction. make me sad.

deancain AU where criminals are punished by slavery. definite whump for dean but as this is kink day too this one... works on both counts for the heavy bondage/non con elements. it's also just so beautifully and eerily written and i revisit it often.

[caligulalotus]

📥 & 🌝

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

hmm, currently i have two. the first is my poetry collection because i was SO nervous in posting it and all the kind words are making me explode with happiness. i really didn’t start writing poetry until this year, and i’m so glad people who like,, aren’t my friends are enjoying them :). second, is you’ve got a pulse, you’ve got a problem! i haven’t actually received any comments on it like, since i posted it, but i remember that one made me so happy and i’ve started prodding it again lately, so i’ve been thinking about it and gave it a reread. it’s about a year and a half old now, but i think it still holds up.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

oh god there’s so many. i’m gonna limit myself to the first two that come to mind though, mostly because i’ve been poking and prodding at trying to write them lately.

the first is boyfriend monreal, who WILL be getting herself a chapter in you got a pulse, even if it’s sort of off theme of the fic (more of a character study than a scar focused character study, lol) because i just really like all the ideas i have about them.

the second is javier lotus, who i was attached to the moment they fell to the flowers. who could’ve guessed why (<-guy who has too many thoughts about caligula lotus). i started something the day he dropped, actually, but i haven’t really figured out where i want to go with it yet.

[freckles-a-constellation]

shout out to those songs by queer (umbrella term) artists that never explicitly mention the gender of any lover or anything else definitive like that but are nonetheless so quintessentialy Gay (umbrella term) Experience™ that you feel in your soul exactly what they're talking about

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel Medarda Is Alive probable evidence megapost (cope with me)

League of Legends UK calling the gold on Mel's back "armor" and then withdrawing the post, first pointed out by @moonsdancer:

This marks an "official" source calling Mel's gold "armor." It implies that once whoever made that post realized that most of the Arcane audience is expecting Mel to be dead, they recognized that hinting that she's wearing armor is actually a spoiler. So, they deleted the post.

Mel featuring in storyboards depicting a scene that did not happen in season 1, shown by @jshepardtsoni and @mollysunder and @miraofhearts2point0:

The Riot-Fortiche workflow has been described as: extensive time and resources spent on writing up front on Riot's side, and then the scripts are sent to Fortiche and storyboarding begins. If writing and storyboarding don't happen in parallel, then that's how Fortiche was able to showcase the one-to-one relationship between storyboards and the finished animated product. There's a lot less throwaway work for the animators, which would happen with major story rewrites.

This means it is less likely that the storyboards featuring Mel in a scene that did not air in season 1 were simply cut content from season 1, and more likely that it's a canon scene that we'll see in season 2. I think relatively little ends up on Fortiche's cutting room floor. The main scene that I'm aware of that did get cut was the "boy savior" scene where young Ekko tries to save Jinx (and I have high hopes that the scene will still be used in S2).

Toks Olagundoye, Mel's VA, saying she's "not allowed to say" whether she's returning to voice Mel in S2, and saying that it would be cool to come back for flashbacks:

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If she's not allowed to say anything and Riot is taking pains to hide whether Mel or Jayce or Viktor (sorta, lol) survive the attack, then of course she can't hint that she is returning. Her comment about the flashbacks definitely says to me that she was told to hide whether Mel survived the attack - she probably was not instructed to hide whether Mel gets more flashbacks in S2. She's almost certainly implying that Mel does in fact feature in more flashbacks in S2. A fan asked the question, and she wanted to give a substantial and encouraging answer other than just "I can't say anything." Her tone did not personally leave me with the feeling that her character has been killed off.

Toks saying she doesn't know much about Arcane S2 and its airdate etc. doesn't mean anything serious, considering that voice acting for the season seems to have been completed a while ago. Like most actors and especially voice actors, Toks has probably already taken on several jobs since then, so her work on Arcane isn't the project that's freshest in her mind.

The German (and Hungarian, I think) S2 trailers have Ambessa say "Half of the Council is dead" and not "Your Council is dead":

I noticed people in the comments of this trailer analysis video by Necrit talking about how the German trailer says "Half of the Council is dead." After watching the German trailer, and then poking around the other dubbed trailers, I found that the German trailer and the Hungarian trailer both seem to say "half." (I would love it if someone here fluent in Hungarian could confirm!)

From a translation standpoint, I could see this happening because some languages don't have different words for "council" and "counsel" as in "advice." Even in English, the words are homophones. So saying "your counsel is dead" would make no sense. If a translator tried to instead say "your ENTIRE council is dead" to make the meaning clearer, then if some Council members survived, the translator would have to be corrected, so we end up with "HALF of the Council is dead."

If some Council members survived, then I think it's likely that Mel is one of them, considering her armor and her several unfinished plot threads.

Please feel free to add on to this post with anything else you find!

[kqrosez]

Golden earring

Hey y’all, sorry for not posting much. Life is being shit lately and I’m at a 24/7 burnout crisis rn. I didn’t forget y’alls fics, js be really patient w me. Thank you for your understanding 🫶 (I posted the same fic on ao3, feel free to show some love there too if you’d like.)

It was just another normal day in splatsville, the chaotic city of the splatlands.

The sun was shining onto the center, where many cephalopods had taken their stance, interacting with eachother as their hots for the “freshest” things never deceased. Really, it didn’t matter on what the “freshness” was about, literally anything labeled as “fresh” had worked to keep those ink-fishes to motivated to keep battling their lives out in the battle tower.

If you were not buzzed up in the lobby though, you’d be able to listen to all the various noises coming from the inhabitants of the splatlands. Really, no matter where you were, you’d always hear some sort of noise, that’s how busy the city of chaos was.

Of course, it wasn’t just the city itself which was chaotic, it were the inhabitants. Tons of cephalopods, who had came from cities which were outside the splantlands, had adapted to the reckless behavior of those, who had grown up here. It was a both scary and interesting growth of the population of this city.

The battle tower itself though, was the cause of this new swarm of foreigners making their ways to the splatlands. Everything was changing, the population of the city started to increase rapidly!

So rapidly that..a certain urchin, who participates in doing shady-businesses, had laid his eye on this newly found hot-spot….

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“You little imbecile!”, the old shop-owner, who runs some random jewelry store, yelled at the inkling girl, whom he had thrown out of the shop moments ago. The female inkling fell backwards onto some empty boxes, due to the impact of him kicking her out of his shop, but his yelling didn’t stop, not even after that.

“Don’t you ever dare to show your face in here ever again, you dirty thief!”, was the last thing the squid girl heard, before she saw the old-shop owner retreat back into his shop and bang the door shut.

It takes a few seconds for the inkling girl to let the situation sink in, until she eventually stood up from those boxes with a groan.

“Ugh, what a dramatic old geezer.”, she whispered to herself, as she wiped her arms clean from the dust of those boxes.

After successfully cleaning herself up from the dust, her hands instantly landed onto her right-three-tentacle-hair-strands, which were braided together and held together by a rubber band.

She instantly took the rubber band off and undid her her braids, which then resulted into something golden, tiny and shiny to fall down onto the cement floor beneath her.

The female inkling quickly ducked down, in order to pick the mysterious little object up.

She held that little golden ball between her palms and smirked triumphantly to herself.

“Funny how that fucker didn’t see you between my tentacles.”, she spoke out as she examined the mysterious object on her palms, which turned out to be an actual golden earring.

“I’m sure murch will have a field day with you, huh?”, she thought out-loud again, as she quickly put the golden earring into the pocket of her jacket and made her way to the battle tower, where the sea urchin Murch was usually chilling at.

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The tall sea urchin was silently sitting near the entrance of the battle tower, while he was silently scrolling through this squid-phone, waiting for a customer to approach him.

A lot of thoughts were on in his mind right now, wondering on what he’d do later today. There was also other certain thoughts located in the back of his mind, but he did not wanna bother himself with those right now.

He was snapped out of his daze, after he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Muuurch! Hey murch!!!” Kihon exclaimed, waving her hand around his face, as if to try and snap him out of whatever daze he was in right now. Needless to say, it had worked.

The urchin immediately snapped out of his daze. He quickly put his phone away and looked into the eyes of the inkling whom he known since a long time.

“Sorry, I must’ve dozed off a few seconds ago.”, He had calmly said to her, as he continued to look into her eyes. He noticed the proud smile on her face, which automatically led him know that she did something which she shouldn’t have.

“…what did you do?”, he simply asked her. This was a question he would ask her every single time when he knew that she’d done something again.

Kihon proudly crossed her arms, while having a toothy-smile plastered on her face. “Well, remember the time when you said that you had problems with your rent? I thought that I could help you out a little so….I got you this!”

Before he could react, she stretched her hand out to him and revealed the golden earring-piece which was on the middle of her palms.

Judging by the looks of the tiny little piece of gold, it must’ve costed a fortune, but he already knew that Kihon stole it instead of buying it.

He stared onto the tiny little piece of gold for a couple of seconds. “Impressive, aren’t I riiighhht~? I’m sure it’ll pay off your rent for the next couple of months!”, Kihon proudly said out aloud.

He knew she was right. This tiny little piece of Gold could atleast cover up his rent for the next sixth months, but he knew better. He knew how Kihon laid her hands on this item and he hated it, he didn’t want her to continue being a thief.

He himself was already working in shady business and hated it, he didn’t want someone close to him make similar mistakes. He didn’t want her to steal for anything or anyone, especially not for him.

Though, the fact that she did something as dangerous as stealing directly from a jewelry store in broad daylight just to she could somehow support him, made him feel something he couldn’t really name.

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The urchin kept staring at the Golden earpiece which was laying on Kihons palms. His chin was on his hand as he was obviously deep in thought.

The female inkling, who was still standing infront of him, was slowly starting to get nervous, as she wondered what was going through his head. After another pair of seconds had passed, her patience had ran out.

“Ay, dude, you still there..?”, Kihons voice instantly busted the thought bubble murch was in and he flinched, the spines of his head stretched for one second and immediately went back to their original length after.

The sea urchin shook his head slightly and immediately grabbed the tiny goldpiece from Kihons hand, deciding that he won’t let her efforts go to waste.

Once he saw that Kihon had noticed him accept her help, a smile had formed on the inklings face which made his heart melt.

Surely, that very same smile could have not been another reason for him to accept her help too, no?

The inkling immediately jumped onto him, hugging him tightly, with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his stomach. “I knew you would accept it! Hooray!”, she laughed out. Her grip on him didn’t falter at all, as she kept smiling like an idiot while holding him close.

Her sudden action caught him off-guard, he didn’t react for the first few seconds until realization dawned upon him and he immediately tried to push her off with a slightly embarrassed blush on his face.

He wiggled around with his upper body, trying to shake the inkling off of him, as she laughed at his poor attempts.

“You won’t get me off of you like that, you know!”, “Arghh…shut it, chum!”, “Oooooo, calling me a chum again now, I see how it is now!! Pfft!” “…you little..!!”

Their whole ordeal kept going for multiple minutes, eventually getting a few glances of other inklings/octolings around those two. Yet, that wasn’t something that bothered the pair a lot. Nonetheless, what else could you have expected from such a lousy city like splatsville?

[baylardo]

curious if any of the threshold au girlies have thoughts on philippa in particular for First Splinter timeline (beyer books) post kathryn’s death? 🤔🤔🤔 thinking about the books Full Circle through The Eternal Tide specifically,,, we know barbel snippy happens but i guess im wondering if her uuuuh relationship with chakotay would falter at all given he abandons them for a time in full circle. or are they all just happy to have their dad back?

and subsequently how she changes or is afraid to change when her mother returns. :) im a little head empty rn curious for thoughts. i know the books are probably freshest in my mind haha.

[tvrningout-a]

plots please ( if you'd like ^^ )

send me " plots please " | @cryopathiic gets some suggestions!

ofc i'd like to!! these are the most fleshed-out ideas i got rn, but no worries if none of them jump out at you -- we can always figure something else out!

she's freshest on my mind right now, so i gotta suggest a friendship of sorts between bronwyn and douma! i just think they'd be fun to write together bc of their respective personalities, and out of all my muses, she'd have no issue with the whole " being a demon who eats people " thing. after all, she eats human hearts on occasion herself. as for how they'd meet, i can see maybe one of douma's followers making a deal with her or bronwyn just waltzing into the temple like some kinda tourist asdfg given that that would be allowed, ofc! she doesn't have a kny verse yet, but i feel like it wouldn't be too odd for that universe if another type of supernatural creature existed.

i've also thought it could be interesting for an au in which either satsuki and hyouka or kaiya ( prior to becoming a demon, that is ) find refuge at douma's temple. the kobashigawa siblings lose their other family members to a demon, so i think it'd be :' )) so unfortunate if the haven they find is run by a demon, too. and i'm just a sucker for plots that involve being close to danger and needing to figure it out before it's too late. douma could be amused by them, but i dunno if he'd put up with them if they try to expose what he is.

with an au involving kaiya, i'm thinking perhaps her husband is a member of douma's temple, and she gets roped into it once they marry. it comes down to whether you think douma would find her interesting enough to care about her situation, but tbh, at this point in her life when she's very much struggling emotionally and mentally, if her husband " disappeared, " kaiya would be grateful and incredibly guilty about feeling that way : ) she's normally a sweet, bubbly bean, and ofc i gotta put her through something that makes her question her own moral standing and whether she should trust the person who saved her from a monster when that person turns out to be a monster themself <3

[madisonrooney]

i saw rent again in august (and rewatched the proshot last week), i saw on your feet again tonight, and im seeing aint too proud tomorrow, so i think after that might be a good time to reevaluate my musical top 10.

there are no new contenders but the problem is my 3-6 are so close and i just really dont know how i want to order them.

like #1 isnt changing. that goes without saying. that goes without saying that it goes without saying. (i dont even need to name it i dont think)

#2 is mamma mia and thats not changing either. tho i havent seen it in a couple years, i read that super long vogue article about it last month and it just reinvigorated my love for the show for the umpteenth time. im seeing it again next month and im sure thatll just solidify it more.

3-6, in order, are bronx tale, on your feet, aint too proud, and rent. bronx tale i saw again last year and i rewatched the movie in august so its fresh enough in my mind. i love them all on roughly the same level so i just dont know what to do. on your feet and aint too proud flip flop bc they have similar premises. i feel like i was more...vocally annoying about aint too proud lol but idk something about on your feet feels more personal. i learned a ton about gloria, emilio, and their family after seeing the show and theyre just very down to earth on social media, and i even saw emily estefan in person about a month after i first saw the show so something about it is very tangible. but aint too proud is super close bc its the era i love and its even more similar to jersey boys (damn you des mcanuff). itll be interesting to see how seeing them back to back effects my opinions if at all.

rent is the outlier tho. its the main reason im even thinking about doing this. brainrot for that show has been coming and going for almost 5 years and every time it hits, it hits hard. with the production i saw in august, rewatching the proshot, and seeing anthony rapp in concert this week, it hasnt been off my mind in a while. im thinking it could move as far up as #3, but im just not sure. on one hand, theres so much more content for it, but that also isnt really fair to the other shows since they havent been around for nearly as long. plus, it having been around for so long and having been such a massive hit, it becomes less personal to me. but that hasnt been all that much of a problem to me, probably bc the "hype" was over long before i even got into it. its far from an obscure favorite to have, but its not like hamilton or wicked or something if you ask me. the other three tho are much more niche to have as favs. plus its just so different from them!! with on your feet freshest in my mind, im trying to compare them rn and its just so hard to!!

anyway as most of my posts like this are this is mostly for personal record and just to let out a stream of consciousness but. if you care there you go. well see how i feel after tomorrow.

[loetise]

artbreeder (allie’s version).  ˎˊ˗             upload images, choose parents and adjust. upload results.  ( remade from august 2021. )

[coleyholts]

Here is the first time I had ever attempted a sphere.  Let’s all say “hiiii, little sphere,” as he feels a little self-conscious due to his lumps. 

When healing from a traumatic event, all of the professionals say to get back to “normal.”   

Trigger Warning: flashbacks, traumatic child injury.

Let’s talk about what that means. All humans have the same basic needs: food, water, shelter.  Those are the basic things we need to survive; the things we need to merely keep our hearts beating. Humans are intelligent creatures.  This fact comes with its share of additional work on our parts, as it truly adds to our list of boxes to check on the reg.  We need love, companionship, choices, a way to make money, the ability to properly execute tasks, affirmation, the feeling of being understood... the list goes on.

So here’s why I am bringing this up.  As we have already established, I am struggling with PTSD-and just to set the record straight as we dive into my sadness, I want you all that care about me to know that I am NOT a self-harm risk. I am medicated, in therapy and under the supervision of the most talented medical professionals I’ve ever met. I am able to trust my doctors and therapist and I feel so fortunate for that.

.I went back to work on July 19, 2021.  This was only 37 days since my sweet baby’s accident.  Childcare is provided solely by my mother who is an RN, so the idea of her getting hurt was not what was bothering me as I walked into work that day.  I was able to chat with Daniel that morning before he left, and I had purposely set myself up to have a great day.  I got myself an iced coffee and took some deep breaths.  I played my favorite music on the ride into town.

I clocked in at 10 am. I was so excited to see everyone.  Staying home the previous month really got lonely sometimes, and that’s when the pain was the freshest.  I get hugs, kind questions, and compassion. Being that I've had the same coworkers for years makes them feel like family and I appreciate that. They checked on me while I was gone, and a few visited.  I was so happy for the first half hour of greetings, then I sat down to work.

I sat and I talked about things casually, and I was okay as we weren’t discussing the super heavy moments I have shared with you all yet.  But when the conversation stopped, I had a rush of feelings and imagery.  I have been referring to these episodes as flashbacks, since I don’t really know what else to call them.

You know when there are certain smells, songs, places, photos and little reminders that brings you to a memory?  Have you ever experienced this in such detail that you feel like you are physically feeling, hearing, smelling and seeing everything in that exact moment?  It’s like when you smell your grandmother’s perfume and you are instantly transported to sitting next to her on the church pew and pushing your face into her scratchy, sequined blouse because you were fighting to stay awake during Mass.  It’s when you see a kid riding a bike so similar to the one you had, you are brought to your childhood neighborhood block where you are riding said bike.  But with all of the sensory going on, you really feel it-the pain and the fear-when you make a turn to fast and skin your knee.

This is what is happening to me-but presently I’m at the point where I don’t need something to trigger me to have an episode.

I am sitting at work.  I am looking at my list of projects.  I check my accounts and reset my passwords since they had expired over the month I was out, and when I was about to get down to it, I wasn’t there anymore. 

GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF MY “FLASHBACKS”: I was sitting in the Emergency Room with my baby in my arms, limp and eyes rolling as they poked her over and over again to find a vein that still had blood in it. They couldn’t and I screamed and cried. They perfectly executed every single stick, but there was no blood in any of her limbs.  They tell me they are going to have to put in a line using a power drill into my 8 month old’s shins.  She had no medication in her to keep her conscious, supply her with fluids, give her a transfusion, or to relieve pain.  I begged them to administer anything they could through injection or nasally.  

Hard to read? Worse to live it.

My post-accident mind takes me to this awful place while the world around me just keeps moving.  The anxiety, pain, guilt, confusion and profound sorrow that you are suddenly feeling at 100% are completely invisible to those around you.

So, I cried and cried.  I said. “I’m not ready to be here,” as I was comforted by my people.  I excused myself to the restroom and washed my face.  I took deep breaths and asked mom for a picture of my baby.  She was sleeping so perfectly, like a little doll.  After a short break, I went back to my computer and got to work. When it was time to clock out, I had no recollection of any of my projects.  All I remembered was my episode.

Getting back to normal is hard.

I think going back to work (three days/week) was the right move for me in my recovery journey.  It hurt so much, but before you say you can’t, give it a shot and see if the shitty times pass.

I truly believe that working, alone time, making art, cooking and cleaning, raising my baby, and spending time with my husband are my actual personal needs. After that realization, I have grown so much.  In two weeks, I can leave my baby without crying, provide solid feedback in conversations at home and at work, get my house clean, and I’m learning to follow my bliss.  That’s back to normal, the healthiest healing environment.

Taking these steps are so hard, but for the first time, I am really feeling the benefits and acceleration in my healing process.

[kuiinncedes]

Hey you asked for asks so here's an ask, top five Tina moments? :)

Ahhh thank youu!! 🥰 ooh ok let’s see... why am i no thoughts head empty rn lmao these are just some random ones I could think of I guess 😂

All of Theatricality it’s probably one of my favorite Tina episodes at least,,, definitely in the first half of the show since that’s freshest in my mind lol

Being like,,, the reason Rachel went to see Carmen Tibideaux which is why she came to see nationals aka Tina is literally the reason Rachel got into NYADA yup

THAT SEEMS A LITTLE TINA COHEN CHANG. RESPECT. She went off in Diva (excluding... yknow)

Applying to dance schools for Mike even after he was kinda rude to her after she talked to his dad which is another thing skjsdhdbsjn

Born This Way - idk mostly the “if I have no Asian sex symbols to look up to I have an obligation to become one myself” YES my love

Also any Quinntina moment lmao

[tundra-tiger]

Hiya!!!!! @raiswanson tagged me in this, 20 questions to ask your OC. So I’m gonna do everyone’s favorite Talis, the dragonborn paladin himself!!! This is Talis as he is as of the latest short story that I’ve posted on AO3, so to anyone who knows things that happen later, that’s why said things aren’t brought up--this is the newest and freshest of Talis available :3 Fresh out of backstory and into the big city! Prepare yourselves for a lot of uncertainty aLSO HERE’S HOPING THE READ MORE WORKS, BECAUSE THIS IS LONG

1) if they could choose a new name, what would they choose?

Oh! Huh, I uh��. Well… I don’t really know. I… don’t think I’ve ever thought about it, to be honest. It doesn’t… really matter, what I’m called. The name I have is fine [Talis shrugs] I don’t really need a new one

2) what’s a surefire way of making them happy?

Ahh, I’m sorry, I…. I’m… not really sure [He rubs the back of his neck and offers a small, sheepish smile] I’m not doing that well at these questions, am I? Uh… Really, all I need is, uh, I guess down time? When everyone can just sit and rest a bit? 

……

I think I used to knit. I think… that, used to make me happy

(happy is kind of a tricky thing for Talis, rn, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Things like hugs or shared snacks or warm, quiet evenings by a crackling fire would make him happy, but also would make him feel a lot of other things at the same time. It’s complicated)

3) what’s a surefire way of making them sad?

Oh, well, the, yknow, pretty usual… I mean…. It’s the… um…

[He’s rubbing his arms and stares off to the side. Shrugs, rubs his arms, shrugs again]

(The answer is a lot. A lot makes him sad)

4) what do they do when they feel sad?

I… [he hunches a little, wrapping his arms tighter around him] I uh…. I don’t know

…

I’m sorry, I… don’t have anything else to add

5) how do they choose their friends?

Usually, I don’t [Talis laughs softly to himself] Friendship just kind of, happens. Beings who connect well, or work together, or have something in common. Or… someone who reaches out a hand. When you most need it

That’s the kind of friend I want to be. Someone who’s there when people need me most, who can protect those around me

6) what kinds of food do they like?

I’ll eat just about anything, I’m not that particular. Just as long as it’s filling… and there’s enough of it [he chuckles, but then looks uncomfortable]

(Warm, homey foods--stews and curries, harvest foods, bread. That sort of thing)

7) who is the person closest to them?

That… would be Ace. I met him when I uh… first got to town, I guess? [he smiles] He helped me find a place to stay, and… honestly, I don’t know what I’d have done, if I didn’t run into him. I mean, I don’t really know anyone else here, so… I can’t say I have a lot of folks to pick from? But, yeah, Ace. Yeah

(For the record, Talis would have ended up asleep in an alley somewhere, but eventually found his way to a Temple, and likely have found some kind of work and living space there. But things definitely went a lot smoother, running into Ace, and he feels a lot more secure to have the dragonborn to look up to as he gets his feet under him)

8) what kinds of music do they listen to?

Anything that’s, that’s being played, really. I wouldn’t know what to pick if you… asked… which… ah… [he looks like he wants to sink into the collar of his shirt]

9)  if logistics and money weren’t an issue, what kind of animal would they  keep as a pet? (includes fantastical animals like dragons as well btw)

I’m, ah, I’m really in no place to… I mean… I don’t think… [he looks about his room, as if looking for an answer] Uh… a… I don’t… think I need a pet…? Really I… I don’t…. 

(Something low maintenance and soft, like a cat, would probably be good. Maybe a local mouser that he could befriend, he’d love to just sit with a happily dozing cat on his lap ^^ Someday I could also see him getting some kind of pack animal, like a mule, if he has to take to the road with his adventuring party. Even if one of his teammates got a mule, he’d definitely take the time to get to know it and bond with it)

10) what does the landscape of their mind look like?

Uh… [his expression becomes strained] I mean, probably nothing… that interesting…? Like a, yknow, a mind…? I, I don’t know what that would look like…

(His mind looks like a field right before a thunderstorm hits--not as dark as it will be, but dark as night, with a fire in the far distance. A balance of unsettling stillness and precipitating, distant danger

And no, he doesn’t know what to do with it either)

11) why do they like themselves?

Oh, well, um…. [he draws his arms around him] Well, um… I know.... I was called to be a paladin… that… I was chosen. So… that has to mean there was something worth choosing. In me… right?

(this question assumes a character has things they like about themselves, and…. yeah)

12) what do they dream of doing if they had anything and everything open to them?

[he sits very quiet for a length of time] I would… I would ensure… no one would have go through the hell that… [he winces and stares at his hands in his lap. His voice is very soft] I would make sure all had a chance to live well, safely, and freely in the light of the day

13) what fashion choices do they make? do they go more for comfort or style?

I uh… haven’t made many fashion choices lately [he gestures with amusement to his own clothes, which are practical and too big for him, plain workers clothing] I mean, really, whatever’s… available, and sensible for whatever I have to do. Uh… I’m thinking of getting some, uh, gloves soon, it’s, it’s a little cold and… And maybe a, a sweater? Just for days out and about, and, [he holds back a small laugh, looking down at himself] and maybe a splash of color

(Talis loves warm, homespun fashion--vivid marigold and crimson and rich browns, embroidered collars and hems, layered belts and jackets, knitted vests and hats and gloves. Coordinated layers, varying bolder and softer tones, etc… He might decry it, but he loves picking out what to wear, when he actually does take the time to choose what to wear, and doesn’t just go to sleep in whatever he was wearing that evening ^^; Old habits die hard, eh?)

14) if they had to go somewhere without a map, what’s the likelihood that they would make it there without getting lost?

Aaaaaahhh, that would... very much depend on… uh, where this place is…? If I’ve been there…? I, I really haven’t been around, uh, much of Neverwinter yet [he bashfully rubs the back of his neck] I don’t think I could find my way down the street, as it stands

15) what types of people do they attract?

I, um, ah, well… I… I hope I attract people who need my help? So, so I can help them. I’m a paladin, that’s… what I’m here to do

(So far, anyone who’s been around him for longer than half a second has immediately gone “oh no, you need an adult, don’t you?” so mostly: he attracts parents XD )

16) what types of people are they attracted to?

Oh, uh…. Oh. Oh, that kind of….? Ummmmmm….. [his face flushes and he stares at the floor] Um, I really, I really don’t, I… I don’t…. know….?

(Romantically, Talis attraction has been just a giant pile of question marks to me ^^; It’s not something he’s thought much about, and right now, it’s extraordinarily low on his priority list to pursue. He definitely feels some form of draw towards anyone who’s hurt or scared, but it’s more a draw to alleviate that fear/pain than a draw towards the actual person. Yeah, there’s an intimacy to helping another, and he feels it, but that’s all there is, really. He’s got a lot on his plate rn, and isn’t looking for a romantic relationship. He isn’t looking for friends, either, he’s not really looking for anything--he’s just trying to get by ^^)

17) what is their greatest fear?

[his face blanches, and he’s staring at something with unfocused intensity] I……. I……. I don’t…..

I don’t want to hurt anyone [he twists his hands in his lap] I don’t want… anyone to get hurt, because of me

(More specifically, he doesn’t want anyone to use him to hurt others, but he doesn’t really know how to articulate that point)

18) what kinds of body modifications would they do if they could? (e.g. tattoos, dyeing hair, piercings, etc.)

[he idly rubs the scar on his cheek, then pulls his hand away] I hadn’t really thought about that, either… I… don’t know what I’d get… if I could. I don’t really have much to work with here [he laughs and offers a shrugs]

19) what are they insecure about?

I’m… [he unconsciously rubs his wrist] I’m.... I… I-I don’t have time. For insecurities. Thinking… thinking like that just… [he frowns down at his boots] I-I’d rather skip this question, if you don’t mind

(Yes. The answer is yes. He has a lot of them and isn’t ready to admit to any of them)

20) how do they treat people/beings who have less power than them?

You protect them. You look out for them. That’s, that’s just what you do. Anyone who doesn’t look out for those less powerful than themselves doesn’t deserve that power. Then they’re as good as abusing the power in their hands, if they can help another and don’t then they-- Sorry, I, I didn’t mean to… 

[he takes a breath]

I swore an oath to protect and aid any who cannot protect or aid themselves. Because that’s. That’s what you do. If you have strength, you use it to help those without

///The boy. The legend. *waves hands jazzily*

Here’s the part where I tag @jcckwrites and @void-tiger and @skairipaassassin and @queenofhelheimr and @linkhecometotown and @maebird-melody and @gryphongirl and anyone else with an OC? I feel like Rai tagged the whole council, but if any y’all are reading this, I’m tagging you again (only it won’t let me tag anyone else so I’LL JUST BADGER YOU LATER)

[kileyrose-2003]

Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader: Intro

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is the beginning of the fic I posted about earlier during the week that is going to be revolved alot around Rose. How many parts It'll turn out being, I don't know. Most of this fic, I'm doing in pretty big detail and I've never written anything like this before.

I am going on a date on Valentine's Day to most likely see Birds of Prey and from what I've heard about it, my sappy Bisexual heart already has a soft spot for Harley Quinn and Roman Sionis so I probably will begin accepting request for them as well as the Dr. Sleep characters I already write for. (Doctor Sleep Request are still open) I do have 2 Rose the Hat request am I working on rn. Anyways, Criticism is welcome on this one. I hope you enjoy and all is well.

Warnings: Child abuse, sexual tension, mentioned violence against children, gore, kidnapping, the usual.

Key: Dragă is the equivalent to sweetheart in Romanian

1980:

SNAP! Rose the Hat removed the top from one of their many full cannisters. "Eat well, live long," She whispered amorously before members of The True pushed her out of the way to get a whiff of their freshest thing of steam.

She stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched The True feast. This one's name was Anthony and she could remember juiceness in the taste of his steam. Yet, she didn't want him.

She missed the feel of the hunt and seeing the steamheads squirm underneath her. Rose felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she smiled at Crow, kissing the crook of his neck. "Aren't we quite frisky?"

"Just in love with you." He kissed her cheek and rubbed up and down her sides. "Crow.." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "I want you Rosie..only if you're okay with it, of course."

"You idiot, you already know the answer to that question." She smashed her lips against his and the two of them stepped into her trailers.

The noises coming from her RV were not unfamiliar to anyone who belonged to The Knot. When all was said and done, the two laid in each other's arms. Having their typically late night talks.

"There's not as much steam." Rose rolled her eyes into the back of her head. "Oh please don't be daft." She rolled over and buried her head in his bare chest. "We have three empty cannisters, not a big deal."

"It is a big deal. That's all time low for us and the kids now are being taught the whole stranger danger things. It's not as easy to lure them in."

"Well then what do you suppose we do about it? Without turning anyone." Rose looked him in the eye.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while...I have an idea but I don't know if you're going to want to hear it. It's a little..unorthodox." Rose raised a brow and chuckled. "Oh? Do tell because now I'm curious.

"You're going to think I'm insane, Rosie." She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you of all people know I've seen it all. Just be honest and tell me."

"What if we got a baby or a kid?" He fiddled around with his hat. Rose had to fight the urge to laugh. "A baby? What the fuck would we both do with a baby?"

"Well not exactly a baby but look, I was thinking most rube children typically tend to relate to other rube children better than adults."

"And?"

"And what if we got a child, a particularly steamy one, to help us get what we need?" Rose thought about it for a moment. "That beats the whole point of not turning anyone though. Because I know you well enough to know that eventually you will get attached to it and you'll end up wanting to turn it."

"Rosie, they wouldn't be an it. They would be family. By the time they would be old enough to be turned the cannisters would be full and she-"

"She?" Rose questioned. "Assuming it's a girl. They don't have be a girl but anyways, by that point all the cannisters would be full because we'd have them to help us find the steamheads and it wouldn't be an issue turning them because we'd have such an easier time finding steam."

Rose sighed rubbed her face. "I don't know..it's just- Crow, I'm not fit, no- we're not fit to raise children. We kill them, Crow!"

"I know but we have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Worse case we wipe the kid's mind and everything goes back to normal or we kill 'em."

Rose stared deeply into Crow's eyes and pulled his face close to her's. "I'll think about it." She kissed the top of his head and looked up at the clock on the wall. "The rubes are probably wondering when they'll hear from you. Time you get ready to get on the road, big man."

"I know," He groaned and stood up, kissing the top of her. "Just think about it?" Rose made a humming noise and kissed his hand before watching him walk away.

Rose actually did think about it for a while before bringing up the matter with the Grampa Flick while Crow was away on business and the others were asleep.

"Well..it could be worth a shot. It's really up to you though, Rosie." She took a sip of her tea. "I'm not asking for pros and cons. I want to know what you think I should do."

He gripped his cane in his hand and sighed. "I think it's worth a shot. Even if it doesn't work out, we still do end up with extra steam and it's not like we hurt for money, Rosie."

"You're sure?" Rose held her hands in his. "I'm positive." She looked him up and down as if she was analyzing him. "Okay." She stood up from the lawn chair and kissed the top of Flick's head. "You won't mention anything to Crow when he comes back and make sure the rest of the family doesn't either?"

"Not a word," He coughed. "Not a word." She nodded and smirked as she walked away.

About two days after that conversation, Rose began her search for the perfect fit for The Knot. The first two weeks she hit nothing but finally she found something.

Just outside of a resort area in Colorado, Rose discovered a small row of cookie cutter homes located on the beginnings of a mountain. While she thought the houses were very rube like, she paid them no mind. What interested her more was what laid beyond those homes.

Farther up the road if you made a left, there was a long dirt driveway that after about a mile or two, lead up to a large cabin.

At first the house seemed like nothing but ordinary at first glance but to people who shined the way The True Knot did, it was a light shining to the moths searching meaninglessly in the dark.

Hardly anyone ever came in and out of the house and took Rose over a week to actually pin you as the steamhead in the house since you did have an older brother.

You were different from the rest of your family. "Special," Rose heard your mother mutter to you one night as she tucked you though she didn't have to be in her head to know special was not the word she was actually thinking of.

She was scared of you. Your whole family was scared of you and Rose couldn't understand why. You never were particularly domineering with your gifts and you always obeyed everything they asked of you. Even staying out of there heads when they felt their minds going adrift yet, they were terrified of you.

Rose watched you for weeks, constantly consulting back and forth with Grampa Flick about whether you'd be a good fit for a group. You didn't seem to notice though, as you were preoccupied with other things in your home life and wanted nothing but to hear from at least either of your parents that they loved you.

The one night in particular, Rose got to have a front row seat on your pain. She sat up on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared intensely at your bedroom window. The rest of the house was dark but your room was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Now do you see why we're so stressed out?!" Your silhouette came into view from the light colored curtains shrouding your window and Rose could make out the outline of a male much taller than standing across from you.

"I-i'm sorry, daddy!" You screamed, terror brimming from everything to your voice to your posture. "I-i can't help...I wanna be normal!" You sobbed hysterically. "Come on, dad. She can't help she is, the way she is."

"Quiet, son!" Rose shook her head, still keeping her eyes fixed you. "Fucking rubes," She muttered under her breath.

Your father's fiery gaze turned back to you. "Then why can't you be normal?!!" Rose could see him gripping your wrist and closed her eyes as she heard the sound of a hand smacking against flesh followed by a scream. "Dad!" She heard your brother yell followed by another hit, except this time a male cry radiated through the house.

Rose could take no more and began her way back to the jeep as she seen your mother's figure enter view. "What the hell is going on in here?" She could hear from the distance, the further Rose went the more she blocked out the noise.

She got in the car and watched your house for a few moments. The light went out in your room and Rose could hear no more screams. She admitted a sigh of relief and covered her face. She knew it was unhealthy to feel so attached to you. She didn't even know you but that insecurness in your voice reminded her so much of yourself and how lonely she felt when she was younger. Rose had to have you. There was no option.

When Rose shared the news with the rest of The Knot, there was hesitance at first but eventually they gave in. Knowing that she was their leader and they'd do as she intended anyways.

The next couple of days were spent carefully meditating in her RV away from the rest of The Knot and planting little worms your head. While Rose didn't think you would give her much trouble leaving home once she got in your head, she was taking no chances.

The night before she planned on taking you, Crow finally came back from business and Rose still had no intentions of telling him what she was doing. Besides an extra add on steam, she figured she could also use you as sort of a gift to Crow. An 'I'm sorry I don't listen to you and here's me making up for it.'

He knew something up when she refused to speak anyone in The Knot but didn't question it. He figured she was going through one of her moods and decided it was probably best not to say anything to her at all.

The next morning when you woke up, you felt an almost magnetic pull on your body like something or someone wanted your attention from outside. It wasn't a scary pull like the ones from whatever stray lost souls were around. This pull felt warm and safe.

You unbraided your long, Y/c/h and threw on the first dress you seen in your closet before skipping downstairs. "Where do you think you're going?" Your mother called out from the kitchen. "Just to pick some flowers." You made up.

"Don't wander to far, please." You slipped on a pair of sneakers. "I won't. I promise. I'll see you soon, mama." You blew her kiss, hoping she'd return the gesture but the older woman refused to even look at you and you stepped onto your porch dejectedly.

You closed your eyes and focused your attention to the direction of the pull. It came from the woods and you hesitated, thinking of all the ghostie people you seen come from there yet something kept telling you to just go for it.

You walked off towards the edge of the woods, letting your shine be your guide. Even though it was still day, everything was so dark and desolate around you. You felt chills on your arms the further you went and just as you were about to turn around you felt the pull grow stronger, horribly strong.

"Well, hi there!" You jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around to look at Rose. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting her to morph into one of the ghostie people but she didn't. Rose chuckled and you blushed. "..Hi." You toddled over to the much the taller woman, staring deeply into her gray eyes before she pulled you into a small hug.

The gesture was surprising but it didn't bother you. It was her aura that bothered you. Something was off about her. "I was wondering when you were going to get here." She smiled and held out a flower in her left hand. "Do you want one?"

"Yes please," You hummed in the cutest little voice, getting the feeling that this was a person you didn't want to mess with yet you thought the top hat lady in front of you had to be probably the prettiest person you'd ever seen in your short existence.

Rose smiled and slipped the flower in your hand, but not before taking it gently in her own for a second. "There you are, Y/n." Your eyes widened and Rose chuckled. "What's the matter?"

"You know my name?" Rose smirked self assuredly and ran an empty hand through your hair. "Of course I do! I know everything about you. How else did you think I was able to get you here?" Her tone was questioning but hinted on a doting nature.

You pulled away from her, still a little frightened but Rose gently gripped your wrist. "There's no need to be scared, honey. I'm special, like you." You shook your head, thinking back to what your dad said the other week and looked down a little ashamed. "Oh...I-I'm not special." You tried to deny. "Oh yes, you are. You are a very talented little girl."

(You can hear me can't you, sweetie?)

At first a feeling of panic arose inside you but it sooned bubbled over with excitement.

(I thought I was the only one!)

Rose thought about scolding you over how loud your thought came out but let it go because she too knew how happy she felt the first she knew she wasn't alone.

(You are far from the only one, Y/n. There are alot of other special people out there.)

"My friends..my very, very best friends, they're all special like us. I bet you must have friends who are so magical like you." You shook your head. "No?"

"I don't have alot of friends and my family doesn't think I'm special," You pouted. "That's because they're jealous because not all people can be special like us. Besides, I wouldn't worry about them."

"Why?" You asked sweetly. "Because I'm here to take you away from all that. I'm here to give you a family. Don't you want a family, Y/n?"

"I-i already have a family." The look in Rose's eyes scared you. It was possessive and determined. "But they're not really family though. Tell me dear, when the last time you've heard either of your parents say they love you?" You felt a pang of sadness ringing through you. "I-i should get back to my mom." Rose gripped at your wrist again, this time enough to hurt. "No, no..stay a while. See more magic."

You shook your head and struggled. "Just a fresh new start with your real family. You don't remember me and your daddy?" She held your tiny hand in her's. "No.." You said softly but now you started to question yourself. Maybe you did. Pictures of a man with black hair flashed infront of your eyes. "He loves you so much. We love you so much and we want you to come home with us. You want to come home with." For a moment you found yourself taken back by the warmth and you thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go with her.

"N-no! I can't. I won't-" Rose shushed you, sending you calming waves that started to make you feel tired and sluggish. "Or maybe I-i do wanna go home." You mumbled hesitantly, still trying to keep some grip on reality. "You do want to go home. You're happy to come home."

Every piece of control you had began to fade and your mind went blank. "I-I'm happy." Your mind finally caved and Rose held her arms open to you and you stepped into them. "Good girl. Sleep well, Y/n.." You went limp in her arms and everything went black around you.

By the next hour, any memories you had of your family would be gone and everything you ever knew would be fabrications Rose made up in your head.

Part 1: The True Knot

The fire at The Knot's campground burned bright in the mix of the setting sun when Rose arrived back at home. She stepped out of the Jeep, slinging your stirring form over her shoulder. "Mhh..wha-what's happening?" Rose shushed you and walked down hill with you. "Nothing. We just got home." There was a pause. "Do you know who I am?"

You had to think about it for a moment. "M-mama?" You asked hesitantly. "Yes," Rose hummed and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You heard the crunching of leaves and turned to see people walking towards you. "Mommy?" You whispered nervously and held onto Rose's floral patterned shirt tightly, still feeling some of the residual emptiness from your true upbringing.

"Shh..it's okay, my sweet. They're family and they're just going to watch you for a few minutes. Mommy has someone she has to address in conversation and then I'll come get you. Okay?"

"O-okay." You nodded and let her hand you off to Silent Sarey as she walked off not to far in the distance to one of the larger size trailers, knocking on it before stepping inside.

"Crow?" He looked up from his copy of 'A Clockwork Orange' with a smile. "Yes, Rosie?" She plopped down in his lap. "I missed you." She kissed his ear, nipping at the cartilage. "How the business deal?"

"A waste of my time." He kissed her forehead. "Well, you were out I didn't waste my time." He raised a brow. "What are you playing at?" She smirked and turned her gaze in the opposite direction. "You can let her in now," She called out loudly.

The door to his trailer swung open and shut and you stepped inside. Crow's face went blank and he put a hand up to his chin. "Rosie, what the hell did you-"

Rose grinned and knelt down to your level. "Come here, Y/n. There's someone important I want you to meet."

You obeyed and approached Rose, letting her scoop you up in her arms. The two lovers exchanged glances but nothing was spoken out loud. "This is your daddy, Y/n."

"Hi." You smiled sweetly and Crow cracked a large grin. "Hi honey...Rosie, can I-" Rose nodded and shifted you over to Crow.

At first you tensed up but the closer you snuggled up to him, the more you relaxed. "My little darling." Rose smiled softly as he kissed the top of your head and rocked you in his arms. "I love you so much."

"I love you too daddy." Crow held you in silence for a few more minutes until he attempted to hand you off to Rose. You gripped onto his shirt tightly and buried your head in his chest. "Don't let me go," You begged. You were still so touch starved and he just felt so warm and kind.

Rose was slightly taken aback. You knew her more than Crow yet you were already attached to him. "I won't, I promise." He maneuvered you that way he was cradling you and he rocked you back and forth.

She felt a pang of jealousy growing inside her, feeling slightly threatened that you seemed to like Crow more than her but she didn't let it bother her too much. She had a feeling you were going to be a mommy's and daddy's girl.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, feeling soothed by Crow's presence. "So..are you happy?" Rose asked lowly.

"Very...Rosie?" She made a slight humming noise. "Where'd you find her?" He asked hesitantly. "A little outside the more touristy area of Colorado. The rubes she belonged to are nothing worth writing home about if you catch my drift."

He nodded solemnly. "How-what did you to her to make her-" Her warm grey eyes interlocked with his. "Do you care?" He decided he didn't. Sometimes it was best to not know anything at all.

Part 2: Danny

Your presence in The True Knot did not bring in that much of an increase in steam but you made it much easier to find steamheads which was extremely helpful to Crow in the long run.

No longer did he have to take an extra cannister for himself to find far away steamheads because all he'd have to do is ask you if you felt someone 'special like you,' close by and without knowing any better, you'd always say yes and immediately pointed him in the right direction.

Neither him or Rose let you near the rubes anymore, though. Not that long after Rose brought you home she had you try to lure a little girl over to her but the girl's parents, both big steamheads, knew better.

For you to be gone for a half an hour was normal, maybe even forty five minutes since you were a child after all and barely ever got to see kids your age, let alone like you but an hour was way too long.

What the rubes said or did to you neither Rose or Crow could figure out but the both of them agreed they didn't like the mortified expression on your face or the tears that stained your cheeks afterwards.

The two of them took turns securing their food, that way you wouldn't ever see what exactly it was that they did to your newly made friend but if Crow was being honest with himself, he probably would of admitted somewhere deep down he knew you probably knew the truth of what they did way before he would of liked you to know.

While Rose secured their meal he tried asking you alot of different ways what it was that they said or did to you but you wouldn't say. He let it slide for a while and settled on just comforting you for a while but made sure to bring up again later on when everything was all said and done with their hunt.

"You got to talk to me, Y/n," He tried his hardest to not sound like he was begging as he pulled the covers over your tiny. Rose stood in the corner of the RV and stared as if she was examining everything you said and did.

You shook your head avidly and nuzzled closely to his form. "I can't." He ran his fingers through your hair. "Why not? Honey, you know we're not mad and you're not in trouble."

"Because it would make you and mommy sad and I don't want to make either of you sad." Rose bit down on her lip as Crow thought of a reply. "Baby, you could never-"

"Leave her be, Crow," Rose interrupted. "She's had a long enough of a day and she doesn't need either of us interrogating her. When she's ready to talk about it, she will."

Crow let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay." He shut the light off above your bed and kissed both your cheeks. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night daddy." He ran fingers through your hair one last time before stepping away.

The next morning when you woke up Rose sat across from you on your bed, lazily sipping on her tea. "Good morning, my sweet."

"Morning mommy." She plopped a kiss sloppily into your hair and handed you a cup of tea. "Can I have a little talk with you?" You nodded and set your cup of tea down on the ledge of the window.

You looked Rose deeply in the eyes and she took your tiny hands in her's. "I know you don't want to talk about what happened yesterday but I want you to know that not everything everyone says is necessarily true. You're understanding what I'm getting at?"

You nodded and Rose smiled. "Just know that no matter what, none of us would ever hurt you and we love you. Alright?"

"Okay." Rose reached inside the pocket of her jeans and pulled a necklace with a little crystal obelisk hanging from it. "This was given to me by someone very special a long time ago. You probably wouldn't know, but at one point I felt lonely like you. Maybe a little scared so they gave me this, along with my hat. My hat will always stay with me I think you need this more than I do."

She placed the necklace in your hand. "Whenever you feel, lost, scared, whatever. You squeeze that stone, and that stone will keep you safe. Got it?" You placed the necklace around your neck and nodded. "Thanks mommy." You hugged Rose tightly. "You're welcome, my dearest..I love you so much." She kissed your cheek. "I love you too, mama."

In that moment, Rose didn't care whether you even brought in steam or not. She truly just enjoyed you. It was the first time she could truly say she loved you. The whole Knot really did love you. They would do it all over again with raising you if they could and not change a thing about you or that entire duration of time. Except when they brought you to Florida.

December, 1980:

"Y/n, my love. It's morning." Rose gently shook your shoulders and you groaned. "Why are you all up so early?" You sat up and stretched. "We're going to move camp today." You raised a brow. "This early? I feel like we just got here," You whined sleepily.

"I know but daddy and I have some business to attend to." She ran her fingers through your hair. "You'll like the next place better. It has a pretty lake overlooking it and trees. There's lots of flowers there too." She paused and ran a thumb across your cheek. "We can pick some later if you want." You smiled softly. "I like flowers."

"I know you do, my sweet girl." Rose pulled you into her arms and held you for a few moments, kissing the top of your head. "Go get dressed and say good morning to daddy. He'll get aggravated if I keep asking him if we're ready to move."

You giggled and slid out of her lap. "Okay mama." You placed a tiny kiss on her cheek and picked out a bohemian dress from your dresser that Apron Annie sowed you once Rose gave her word you were the one.

"I don't think daddy could ever get mad at you." You mumbled as you slid the dress over your head. "He loves you alot. He doesn't even have to say it. I can see it in his mind." Rose smiled softly. "Daddy is a very loving man. He loves you alot too." You could tell she was trying to hide something from you and you attempted to get inside her head to figure out what she was thinking but she immediately shut you out.

"Mommy!" You whined. "Sorry sweetie. You're just not old enough yet." Rose ran a quick brush through your hair. "And then when you're old enough, you're not going to want to know." She plopped a kiss on the top of your head. "Now go on."

"Okay," You pouted and stepped outside. You seen Grampa Flick sitting outside on his lawn chair and waved. "Good morning, Grampa."

"Morning, dragă." He held his arms out to give you a hug which you immediately gave him. "Have you seen, papa?"

"His trailer." He pointed to the left. "Thanks Grampa." You kissed his cheeks and walked off in the other direction. You watched Crow fiddle a few of the bottom conpartments on his trailer before saying anything.

"Hi daddy!" Crow turned to look at you and smiled, stopping whatever he was doin. "Hey babe." He scooped you up in his arms and kissed your cheeks, his mustache tickling you slightly. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good. Mama and I cuddled last night so she kept me warm." You smiled happily. "She gives good cuddles, right?"

"The best!" You smiled and nuzzled closely to him. "Daddy, what's that for?" He turned his head to the side. "What's what for, sweetie?"

"That." You pointed to the rope by his feet and he kicked it aside quickly. "Oh..nothing you have to worry about." You furrowed your little brows curiously and he smiled gamely.

Was he trying to trick you or something? Crow chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "I don't have to be in your mind to know what you're thinking." He gently set you down on your feet and knelt down to your level. "We'll tell you when you're older, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl. Anyways-" He ran his fingers through your hair. "What do you need?"

"Mommy wanted to know if we were ready to go. She sent me because she was afraid to ask you. I don't know why though." Crow chuckled and shook his head. "You can tell mommy, I'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Got it?"

"Got it." You skipped away and Crow let out sigh, wondering just how much longer they could hide all this from you til you got too curious for your own good.

The ride to Florida was long and didn't have that much interesting scenery. The roads were long and straight and it didn't take you long to fall asleep in the passenger seat of Rose's colossal RV.

That whole time while she knew you were fast asleep, Rose used her radio system to formulate a plan on how they were going to trap Violet. Normally one of them would stay with you while other went with the rest of the group but this time they couldn't afford to have one of them stay. From what Rose could tell at the time, this kid was big steam all though it wouldn't be til years later it was in fact the wrong child she chose to take within just a few mile radius of each other.

Once you reached the campsite Rose quickly woke you up and informed you she had some business to attend to with Crow. "Y/n, stay inside while I'm out." You let out a groan. "But mama-"

"No buts." Rose knelt down to your level and ran her fingers through your hair. "It won't be that long."

"I don't like being by myself in here though. It's scary," You whined and nuzzled into her. You pointed to the cabinet she kept all the cannisters in. "I hear things in there and it makes me feel small and it's scary."

'And see things too.' You thought but wouldn't dare say outloud. You curled into Rose and she kissed the top of your head. "Hey, it's okay..Nothing can make you feel small unless you really feel small and tell me, what are you Y/n?"

"Tiny but mighty." Rose grinned proudly. "Exactly, so no. You are not afraid. Because I know whatever you hear coming from that cabinet, you can deal with. Right?" You nodded and she ran a hand through your hair. "You still have the necklace I gave you?"

"Yes mama." You squeezed the pendant hanging from your neck. "Good, that'll keep you nice and safe." You nodded and she pressed a kiss against your head, handing you her TV remote. "I'll be back, my flower."

She gave you a slight wave before slamming the door shut behind her. You quickly ran over to her bed and buried yourself under the covers as you turned the TV on.

'Snow White' was playing on one of those channels you were scrolling through and you settled down, snuggling into the blankets. You didn't know how long the movie was on when you felt a cold hand lace their hand on top of yours.

Your blood ran cold and you squeezed your eyes as your open hand squeezed the necklace your mother gave you. "You know, this movie used to be my favorite too when I was a little girl."

You seen the face of a bloodied and clearly beaten woman infront of you and you fell backwards off of Rose's bed. "When I was alive, I thought you were a freak but now I know you're special and I never got the chance to appreciate you, my special girl."

"Please..please, go away." You squeezed the necklace as hard as you could. If you weren't in Rose's possession, you would of known who the woman standing infront of you was automatically but now you hadn't a clue. "Stay safe, my little one." Your real mother bent down to kiss your head and you let out a scream before running as far as you could. "MAMA!!" You shrieked.

Not even 15 minutes later you were farther from Rose than you even were before and The True arrived back to where a majority of their trailers were parked with a hysterical Violet in tow.

"Please let me go! My mommy will be so worried about me. Please, please, please!" She begged. None of them paid her any mind though as they began to bound her. They were so used to the screams and begs by now, it didn't bother them.

"So where are we going after this?" Crow asked, as he threw a couple of items that they would need later to various unoccupied members of The True.

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe Massachusetts, because you know how Y/n loves the snow.." Rose continued to talk as Crow zoned out, putting the left over rope in the storage compartment of his RV. "..She is in your trailer, right?" Rose closed the door to her RV.

Crow furrowed his brows. "Who?" Rose sighed inwardly. "Y/n, Crow Daddy. She is in your trailer, I hope. Because she's not in mine." He closed the compartment and unlocked the door to the trailer. "Let me see."

He walked inside and shut the door behind him, examining the space for you. "Crow, she's there right?" You weren't. A spike of panic rised in him and he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, unlocking an almost unconfident reserve on his face. "Uh, yeah..she's in there," He lied through his teeth, desperate to save him and you from Rose's wrath. "Rosie, is it okay if I stop with her really quick to get some fresh air?" He asked. "I don't care what you do. You'll be able to find your way back?"

"Sure." He smiled through gritted teeth even though Rose couldn't see him and silently cursed you underneath his breath. "Okay..tell Y/n, I love her." Rose began to walk off to her RV after making sure Barry had everything with Violet handled.

"I will.." He watched the rest of the caravan leave before getting behind the wheel and closing his eye. "Alright Y/n, let's hope my instincts are good enough."

Meanwhile a few minutes away in driving distance, as you passed the lakeside view Rose told you about, you heard noise coming from the distance and jumped back.

The more you listened though, the more you realized there was mostly children there. You walked up the small hill and watched them for a second. "So many rubes.' You thought to yourself. 'None of them like well..or not?'

You began to feel that same magnetic pull you felt from Rose the first time you encountered her and you found your eyes fixated on a boy sitting by himself.

You felt attached to your family but never did you feel such a connection strangers and you didn't know why. It wouldn't be until years later, you would put two and two together and realize the person infront of you was in fact your soulmate.

Despite your fear of all the rubes around you carefully approached the stranger sitting on the bench, not daring to put your guard down.

"You mind if I sit next to you?" The little boy shook his head and you sat down next to him. "What's your name?"

"..Danny." You smiled. "That's a nice name. I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you." He didn't say anything back but you didn't mind. Your parents were both mostly laid back but if there was a thing they were big on, it was respect.

"..nice to meet you too. Sorry, I'm just having an off day." You shrugged. "I'm okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..you wouldn't understand." The more you looked at him the more, the more you could tell he wasn't exactly so rube like.

(Is it because of this?)

The boy sitting next to you looked at you blankly. "Danny, I know you can hear me," You said softly. "No..not because of that. Well..maybe a little. She'll just keep coming until she gets me. I don't care what Dick says."

"Who will come and get you?" You asked then blushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't of pried." Dan shrugged dismissively and looked up towards his apartment building and pointed to the bathroom. "The lady in the bathroom."

A decaying woman flashed infront of your eyes and your posture stiffened. "You can see her, right?"

"Yeah, I see her..If it makes you feel better, I see scary things too sometimes." You took his hand in your equally tiny ones. Dan felt the urge to pull away from you but there was this warm element to you that made him feel comforted by you.

"Really?" You nodded solemnly and moved your hand away from his to take a necklace of your neck. It had a little crystal obelisk hanging from the bottom if it. "My mommy gave this to me for when I get scared. If you squeeze the crystal, it's supposed to make you feel safe." He said nothing and you put the obelisk in his hand. "I think you need it more than I do."

"You're sure?" You nodded and for the first time in a while, Danny Torrance actually gave a hint of a smile.

(Thanks, Y/n.)

(You're welcome.)

"Y/n?" You could hear someone calling your name and you turned around. "Y/n, honey?" You looked at Dan. "That's my daddy. I have to go before I get in trouble. Bye Danny."

"Bye." He was a person of very few words but it didn't bother you in the slightest. All you knew was you didn't want your dad to see him. You didn't know what was going on but you knew something wasn't right.

"Y/n?" You sprinted towards him. "Daddy!" You exclaimed. Crow's eyes went wide with relief. "Y/n." Your father pulled you close to him. "Don't you run off like that EVER again. You understand me?" You could see his infrequent temper in his eyes and you were quick to nod. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I-i-" Crow didn't bother to wait for a response from you before he continued speaking.

"People out here are bad, Y/n. They'd hurt you in a heartbeat." He cupped the sides of your face. "Do you know or did you even think about how upset your mother and I would be if you just disappeared?"

You felt your heart sink and your lips trembled. You knew there was a possibility they might do bad things but that didn't mean you didn't love them because of it. You felt so selfish and cruel. "I-i didn't think about it. I'm sorry daddy.." Your eyes watered as you looked down at the ground and he sighed. "Just don't do it again, got it?" He wiped one of your tears away. "Yes daddy. Y-you're not going to tell mommy, are you?"

Crow kissed your cheeks gently. "No, I won't tell her. I think this can be our little secret. What do you think?" You let out a giggle and Crow smiled. "That's my girl. Come on, let's get you back to the caravan before mom notices we're gone because you know how she gets."

You nodded and held your arms out to Crow who immediately scooped you up. You wrapped your tiny arms around his neck and nuzzled closely to him as he carried you away.

(Y/n?)

You smiled softly as you felt that little ping in your head.

(Yeah, Danny?)

(Am I ever going to see you again?)

You paused before responding.

(Maybe. I hope so because I like you Danny.)

(Me too, Y/n.)

You felt one of Crow's finger poking your shoulder and you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. "Yes, daddy?" You asked. "Did you feel someone steamy?" He whispered in your ear.

You thought about telling the truth but thought of Danny. You only just met him but something deep down told you, you couldn't let him get hurt. Maybe..just maybe, all rubes weren't so bad after all. "No, daddy," You lied.

"You're sure?" He pressed. "I'm sure." Crow sighed and patted your back. It would of been nice to have double the amount of steamheads but he supposed Violet would be enough to sustain them for a while. Besides, beggars couldn't be choosers and he trusted you enough to think you wouldn't lie to him. "Okay, honey.."

The next time you would see Danny Torrance after that fateful December day, would be 26 years later and by that time any bridge you had built with The True Knot would be burned.

[fundonboy]

I was tagged by @sweetinyourmemory thank you 💕

50 questions you’ve never been asked

What is the colour of your hairbrush ? - i have three, one black, one grey, and one in light wood

A food you never eat ? - meat, figs, almost all dark leafy greens

Are you typically too warm or too cold ? - too cold

What were you doing 45 minutes ago ? - watching criminal minds

What is your favourite candy bar ? - twix (but i wish it was dark chocolate and with salted caramel)

Have you ever been to a professional sports event ? - no

What is the last things you said out loud ? - he is sitting here looking all pleased at himself

What is your favourite ice cream ? - ben and jerrys chubby hubby 

What was the last thing you had to drink ? - mint and currant black tea

Do you like your wallet ? - ive never thought about this but i got it for my 19th birthday and it still looks in pristine condition

What was the last thing you ate ? - a cream cheese sandwich made with the freshest bread ive ever had

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend ? - no...

The last sporting event you watched ? - basketball... like last year lol

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn ? - i dont like popcorn

Who is the last person you sent a text message to ? - my therapist aksdhkasdhkasd

Ever go camping ? - not really

Do you take vitamins ? - i should... but i dont...

Do you go to church every Sunday ? - no

Do you have a tan ? - no

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza ? - Chinese food.

Do you drink your soda with a straw ? - no

What colour socks do you usually wear ? - either white, black, or some random colorful ones with animals all over them

Do you ever drive above the speed limit ? - i dont have a license... yet...

What terrifies you ? - people... elevators.... figs...

Look to your left, what do you see ? - a pile of markers

What chore do you hate ? - washing the floor

What do you think of when you hear an australian accent ? - nothing really

What’s your favourite soda ? - coke zero

Do you go in a fast food place, or just hit the drive thru ? - we dont have drive thru here

Who’s the last person you talked to ? - my sister

Favourite cut of beef ? - I don’t eat beef

Last song you listened to ? - just give me a reason - P!nk

Last book you read ? - the children of captain grant - jules verne

Favourite day of the week ? - usually sunday but rn idk they are all the same??

Can you say the alphabet backwards ? - ive never tried... i dont think so

How do you like your coffee ? - black. no sugar.

Favourite pair of shoes ? - probably my velvet doc martens

At what time do you normally go to bed ? - between 11pm and 1am

At what time do you normally get up ? - 8am

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets ? - sunrise

How many blankets are on your bed ? - three laid out and one more folded

Describe your kitchen plates ? - no two are the same. some are a year old, some are 25 years old. some are glass, some are white, one is blue...

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage ? - whiskey...

Do you play cards ? - no

What colour is your car ? - no car yet, but i want a red one so bad

Can you change a tire ? - no

What is your favourite province ? - i dont think i have one

Favourite job you’ve ever had ? - last year i had a student job to type out some code that would arrange the data some professor collected and it was really chill and paid really well but it was very short... 

How did you get your biggest scar ? - rn i think the biggest ones are sadly self inflicted...

What did you do today that made someone happy ? - i told my sister id get her one of those mugs that has a cookie compartment and she got really happy lol

tagging anyone who has read through this 🤡

[the-madame21]

You know how Reiji wouldn't really let it be known that he has feelings for a human, unless it came to the point of having to fight Cordelia together, and how he plays a lot of mind games. How would he deal with his bride if she genuinely thought she's nothing to him and had a complete mental breakdown about it? If he couldn't calm her down, would he just let her know she's not nothing to him or not even then?

Reiji doesn’t say things outright but he’s pretty obvious in his own way. I feel like for a bride to not know that he cares for her she’d have to be pretty oblivious. 

As roundabout as Reiji is in giving/showing his affections, he’s still incredibly observant. Just going off his sleeping vampire for reference (since it’s the freshest thing in my mind rn) he goes to absurd lengths for the heroine and it’s obvious he’s specifically taking care of her. If anything his way of hiding it is pretty weak. 

His excuse is that since she’s his food, she needs to be in tip top shape so she’ll taste better. And what gets a girl in tip top shape?

New silk sheets for her bed. And while we’re at it, lets get her some silk pajamas too. Actually, if we’re going to bed, you should have a glass of milk beforehand so you sleep properly. In fact, he’s going to order the highest quality milk directly from a ranch so that he can ensure the taste/nutrition. And actually, could she stop being so goddamn horny all the time, because blood vessels are fragile and he doesn’t want her blood pressure to get too high. Besides, his main goal here is making sure she’s comfortable. Like literally:

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

So I don’t think Reiji would ever let a bride he cares about get to the level where she’d be having mental breakdowns over her own insecurities. Reiji definitely tears them down, the same way the other brothers do, but it’s interesting that when he builds them back up, his desired preference is actually a confident woman who can stand on her own to feet. (So long as she knows her place, of course.) 

If she did get to the point of a mental breakdown, and his words weren’t reaching her, he’d def slip her something. And then carry her to his room or  where he could properly treat her for hysteria. I mean elixirs and all that are his thing. I’m sure he’d be able to find something to ease her nerves/anxiety.