#welll. i'm doing that part at least

[irritablepoe]

okay but objectively i'm just a useless piece of trash who's wasting their life

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Heey! I hope you're doing well! I would like to request a story about gp Donna having a daughter with a maid who abandoned her when the child was born. Donna raises her daughter alone and homeschool her for most of the part until her daughter tells her that she wants music lessons so Donna asks the duke a piano. The duke being all noisy gets the tea about Donna's daughter wanting music lessons and suggests Donna to hire reader as her teacher, an excellent pianist with good reputation. Both Donna and her daughter (like mother, like daughter) fall in love with reader with Donna's daughter wanting reader to become her other mom (and unlike Donna, her daughter is not that shy and is always complementing reader and dropping hints to her that Donna is very much single).

One afternoon after a lesson Donna listens to reader sing while she plays the piano and is mesmerized by her beautiful voice. Perhaps reader is singing a classical piece like Ave Maria by Schubert and that sort of reminds her of her family before the black gods faith and all that (I suppose it would make sense not to sing about other gods except for the black ones? So that's why gets more enamored with reader, for bringing her back those memories). Anywaysss, Donna with a little help from her daughter confesses to reader, who of course has fallen in love with Donna and her offspring.

welll, I hope that wasn't too much of a request 😅

Have a good day!

Yesss!!! I have to say I loved that request, thank you :D! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

Rebuilding a broken life

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst, Donna being Donna and a single mother, that's curious :D, G!P Donna (implied), Donna's POV

Word count: 8,709

Summary: I only have my daughter...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open, I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Sometimes I try to live in the past, to remember what those times were like, when life was much easier. I would have given anything to go back to that moment, to reject Mother Miranda's offer to make me her daughter, a Lord.

But being named Lord, obtaining the divine grace of the Black Gods didn’t illuminate my path, rather, it darkened it. I always lived isolated. I was never interested in people. They were evil, they laughed at me, at my appearance, at my scar. I could consider my transition from villager to Lord a success, since those mocking laughs turned into cries and screams of terror, but, apart from that, nothing else changed.

At least nothing that had to do with my condition as a lonely and isolated woman. The reason for the mockery and for my behavior mutated in an unpleasant way; turning me into something like a deformed monster, as much as Miranda denied it.

The Gods' whim was just a moment of fun, and with me... they went too far. Not only did my eye disappear, not only did they turn me into an unpleasant being. They also played with my body.

I didn't care too much, I got used to it soon, but I didn't know how to get used to loneliness. My solitary life only ended partially. Angie, my doll since I was a child, came to life thanks to my efforts, to my desperation to hear another voice other than those in my head.

It might seem like a positive change, in part it was, but it wasn't what I was looking for by giving myself over to the black claws of the village. Getting out of that spiral of madness and loneliness was my true goal, but things never turn out the way you expect. Neither the new parts of my body, nor my powers, nor my appearance made it change. Madness continued to eat away my brain, the madness that came from an illness that had stalked my family for years.

If you put it all together, a deformed face, a different body, terrifying powers, madness and absolute loneliness, you get a legend, a character from a scary story, you get me: the last Lord, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

I stopped aging. I stopped being a baseless legend to become a woman to be feared, respected or even revered. My new siblings seemed to enjoy that change, to exercise power over the rest of the villagers, to inflict terror on them.

I was never interested in that kind of power, the power to get what I wanted when I wanted and the power to never be questioned. I had become so accustomed to my solitude that it became my refuge, a refuge for all eternity.

One day, after my sister Alcina convinced me, I decided to try out what it would be like to live with someone, to hear other different voices in the mansion, and I accepted one of her maids. She was a beautiful girl. Her name was Helga.

It could have been because of the lack of habit, because of my heart's longing to not feel alone, the reasons really didn't matter. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with her. I had never believed in love, I never had the chance to experience what my books talked about. I was eager to do it, to love, to be loved.

Looking back on the past, I now think that maybe I should have thought things better, understand that love is something that happens between two people, and not just for one of them.

Helga accepted my feelings and let herself be loved by a monster like me. In her eyes I could see the lie, the deception. I could see a false smile when she heard me say: I love you. I didn't give it any importance, she had to love me.

Of course I let myself be carried away by my clumsy feelings, by my erratic heart. I took that girl. I made her mine when I wanted, when I needed. I thought everything would change from that moment on, and I was right.

I wasn’t careful when I claimed her body as mine, and there were consequences. After a few months with the illusion of living a romance, it happened, I got her pregnant. I never thought about having a family, about starting one.

I had to get used to the idea of ​​having a baby with someone who, deep down, I knew didn’t love me, but seeing my child grow in her womb mesmerized me too much. After a few months, that child came into the world, a beautiful girl, Maria Beneviento.

I came to think that I couldn’t be happier. I had a beautiful girl, a young maid at my side, everything was perfect, but, again, it was just an illusion. I remember the blizzard of that night, that terrible night.

“Shh, ti prego non piangere, tesoro…” I whispered while cradling the newborn, who wouldn't stop crying. “Oh, hai fame, vero?” I said, getting up to look for Helga, who, she told me, needed to rest.

I couldn't blame her. It had only been a week since the girl was born and she was exhausted.

I walked through the house with the girl in my arms. Poor thing, she was crying inconsolably. I looked for Helga in her room, the one she never wanted to leave. I will never be able to get over what I found.

The room was empty, there was no one there. I looked for her, but she was gone. In the baby's crib there was a note, a damn note that I burned in the fire, and whose words still burn in my heart.

I can't stand it anymore.

Everything I did, I did because I was afraid, because you scared me.

I can't stand having given my life to a monster like you, having a baby who will soon become a monster too.

I can't stay with you. I can't look my daughter in the face, a daughter I never wanted.

I never loved you, and I never will.

I'm leaving, Donna, I'm leaving forever. I wish I could have taken that innocent baby with me, but you terrify me, I know what you'll do to me.

I screamed, I cried, I hit everything within my reach. I couldn't believe those words and at the same time it seemed like I had read them somewhere else, perhaps in her sad and complacent gaze.

Without thinking twice, furious, with my daughter in my arms, I went out to look for her. It was a dark night and the snow didn't stop falling. I called out to her, I threatened her, but it was too late.

On the snowy ground there were footprints, her footprints. Desperate, I followed them, followed them until... they disappeared, they disappeared at the edge of a cliff.

Surely that stupid girl didn't know how dangerous my land was, how dangerous it was to go out at night in the middle of a blizzard.

She would never come back, she abandoned me forever, she abandoned us.

I might have thought that I had the consolation of still having my daughter, that my baby hadn't fallen into the void with her mother, but I didn't see it that way. My soul was broken in two, my heart was crushed mercilessly. That girl left me alone with my daughter, that girl never loved me.

I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have my daughter in my arms, I don't know what the consequences would have been. I spent days complaining, even though I barely had time. I was left alone, my daughter too. Helga abandoned me, but Maria was still with me. She was a newborn baby, she needed me.

Pain, suffering... at first that was what I felt when I had to take care of my daughter alone. I never knew how to do it well. I was overwhelmed several times, desperate. Then I realized what I had to do, my responsibility. I had to take care of my little girl; it didn't matter if I had to do it by myself. I had no other option.

Luckily, I managed to get used to the situation, and move on.

The years went by and my little Maria grew up, perhaps faster than I would have liked. She was a girl... well, a bit strange girl. Physically she was exactly like me, but... her personality was not similar at all.

Maria was intelligent, extremely intelligent. She was a happy, funny, outgoing and obedient child. I like to think that I was a good mother to her, although that wasn't the case.

From a very young age she had to put up with my madness. Dealing with a sick mother like me, without having anyone else (apart from Angie, of course), must have been hard for her, but she never showed it.

Eight years after that fateful night, my daughter and I lived peacefully. She knew me and understood me, and I loved her madly.

I knocked on the girl's bedroom door slowly, as it was a reasonable hour to sleep.

“Come in,” my daughter said, in a sweet voice, as always.

“Maria, it's time to sleep,” I said softly.

The girl, lying in bed, looked at me over the book she was reading with Angie, and made a gesture of silence. I couldn't help but smile and obeyed her request, slowly approaching and sitting on the mattress.

“Cinque minuti,” she whispered in an intriguing voice, turning a page. “Mamma, they've killed Dumbledore…”

“Oh,” I sighed with a tender smile, watching Maria devour the book.

“I told you Snape was a traitor from the start! I told you!” Angie shrieked, pointing at the book with her wooden hand.

“Angie, don't shout,” I told the doll, who relaxed her attitude.

“It's true, you were right, Angie,” Maria said, nodding to the doll, who laughed in satisfaction.

The little girl closed the book with a sigh of suspense and left it on the table, passing a hand over her forehead.

“Wow... it was interesting,” she said, letting me get a little closer and cover her with the sheets. “I can't wait to see what happens,” she said rubbing her hands.

“Mm,” I murmured with my eyebrow raised, arranging my daughter's hair, a gesture she liked less and less.

“Mamma…” she protested amused. “I'm not a child anymore.”

“Aren’t you? So, what are you?” I asked with the same mocking tone.

“Mm…” she murmured thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling. “An impending pre-teenager.”

I laughed, shaking my head at my daughter's bold responses. I definitely don't know where she got that audacity from. It couldn't be from me… maybe from Angie?

“Excuse me, my impending teenager,” I joked, making sure the girl was well protected from the cold.

“Um, mamma…” Maria murmured nervously, attracting my attention, when I was about to leave. “Can I talk to you?”

“Va bene,” I answered frowning and sitting back down. “What's wrong, tesoro?”

“I was just wondering…” she said, without looking at me directly, thoughtful. “Mamma… Who was my mother?”

The smile immediately faded from my face and memories appeared to haunt my wounded mind. I had to make a great effort to control my nerves. I didn't want to lose my mind in front of my daughter, not again.

“Maria, what's that question about?” I said nervously, with a cold tone.

“Well…” Maria said, sitting on the bed while scratching the back of her neck. “I have a good memory. I remember I asked you when I was… I think I was 4 years old. You told me I was too young to know.”

“Mm, certo,” I said blinking erratically.

“But I'm not so young anymore,” my daughter said, with an expectant look. “Per favore, mamma, tell me what she was like,”

I sighed, undecided, but motivated by her bright eyes, identical to mine.

“W-Well… y-you…” I stammered, trying hard not to let my voice get stuck, something complicated. “Your mother was… her name was Helga and… she was my maid.”

The girl nodded curiously, barely blinking.

“She was very beautiful,” I whispered, remembering that treacherous look.

“What happened to her?” she asked impatiently.

“Um… she left, she abandoned us shortly after you were born,” I said, knowing there was no point in lying to her. That girl was devilishly smart, she would find out sooner or later.

“She left you alone with a baby? Wow, she wasn't a good person then,” the girl whispered. “Do you think I'll ever get to meet her?”

“No, I'm afraid… she's gone,” I murmured, shaking my head and holding back a tear.

“Oh, well… thanks for telling me,” Maria said with an indifferent voice, opening the drawer of her nightstand and taking out a paper and a pen. “Yes, it’s progressing…”

“Mm?” I murmured curiously, trying to see what was on that sheet of paper, on which Maria seemed to cross something out. “Cos’è questo, Maria?” I asked, tilting my head to try to make out something.

“Questo?” she said, showing me the paper. I nodded slowly, studying those phrases that were written on it. “Oh, it’s nothing… just a wish list.”

“A wish list?” I asked curious and amused, trying to bury the memory of her mother, so her words wouldn’t penetrate my mind, and destroy it again.

“Well, I'm already 8,” she explained with that knowing tone I adored. “Soon I'll reach adolescence and lose my mind, you know, hormones…” she said with a passive voice and an amused gesture. “Before that happens and my head starts to think about stupid boys, I would like to do some things.”

“Mm, you're cautious,” I commented, surprised, as always, by her intelligence. “Can I take a look?” I asked, extending a hand towards the paper, paper that Maria handed me, nodding and shrugging.

Yes, it was a list, the wish list of an eight-year-old girl. Some things were crossed out, the most recent was:

Meet my mother

I sighed somewhat sadly knowing that she would never do it, but I continued reading, hoping to distract myself enough with the girl thoughts and ambitions.

“Maria…” I whispered, looking at the girl with a frown and pointing at one of the phrases. “To have a sibling?” I asked with a trembling voice.

“Yes,” my girl nodded, with an innocent smile. “I think it would be really cool to have one,” she said without caring about the impossibility that it entailed. “Don't be offended, Angie.”

“More minions? I like how it sounds,” the doll said, with an amused gesture.

“I'm afraid that wish is impossible, tesoro,” I said with a low voice, with a sad look.

I could never, ever fall in love again, not after what happened the first time I did.

“No, it's not impossible,” Maria protested, leaning towards me and reading her phrases. “Look, mamma, if this one here comes true, it would be possible.”

I looked at where her finger was pointing, and I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry in despair.

Mamma stops being alone

I read it several times, glancing at the girl and hiding the trembling in my hands.

“Maria…”  I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Y-You should think of another wish.”

“No, they are my wishes, you can't influence them,” the girl said, crossing her arms. “You just have to read them, not judge them.”

“Va bene, you're right,” I said, briefly pinching her cheek, something that made her laugh embarrassedly. “Mm, learn to play the piano?” I asked, reading more of her wishes. “Do you want to learn to play the piano?”

“Oh, yes, do you remember the day we went to see Aunt Alcina at the castle?” she asked, coming closer, she seemed excited.

“Yes, of course I remember,” I answered, looking at my daughter curiously. “You mean the maid who played you a birthday song, right?”

“Well…” the girl sighed, rolling her eyes. “The song was childish and squeaky, but the sound of that piano… it was beautiful, so I decided to learn… but… we don't have a piano,” she said in a much lower voice, looking away, as she always did when she wanted to ask me for something.

“Actually we have one in the basement,” I said. “You could learn on it.”

“Mamma, that's not exactly a piano,” my daughter said in an innocent tone, biting her lip. “I want a real one, a piano as cool as the one in the castle.”

“You want a piano,” I murmured, arching my eyebrow. “Do you want me to buy a piano, Maria? Is that what you're trying to ask me?”

“Well… I wouldn't say no if you do,” she said amused, with her eyes wide open. “I know my birthday has passed and…”

“Cut the crap,” I said amused, shaking my head. “Well… I guess it’s something much more feasible than some of your wishes.”

“Does that mean you’ll do it? Will you buy me a piano?” the girl asked, standing up on the bed, excited again.

I looked at her tenderly and thought for a moment. I could never deny my little girl anything, I never would.

“If you behave,” I said amused, pointing at her with my finger before she jumped into my arms.

“Great! Grazie di cuore, mamma, you’re the best, the best!” Maria yelled enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tender hug that I always appreciated, that told me I would never be alone, I would always have my daughter.

“Okay, okay, tesoro,” I said, overwhelmed by her affectionate kisses, gently patting her back. “But you’ll have to be consistent and learn to play wonderfully, mm?”

“Certo, I have to read more books,” my daughter said, moving away and letting herself fall on the bed, with a hand on her chin, thoughtful. “Now go, I have to think,” she said with a concentrated expression. “Where could we put it, Angie?”

“Well, you better go to sleep,” I said, laughing tenderly, giving her a kiss on the forehead and looking at the doll coldly, telling Angie with my eyes not to bother Maria and let her rest, something almost impossible.

“Mamma,” Maria called me, before I went out the door. “Ti voglio bene”

“Anch’io, tesoro… Anch’io…” I whispered, closing the door slowly.

Maria was not a capricious child, even though I always did whatever she wants to see her happy. I will always be surprised by her ability to educate practically by herself, taking advantage of my absences, my crises, to fill her mind with knowledge.

Sometimes I regretted having had a maid, but I changed my mind when I saw my little girl. She was the most important thing to me, and that would always be the case.

If Maria wanted a piano, she would have a piano, without a doubt.

The next day I took advantage of the Duke's weekly visit to make the request. I still find it hard to believe how different Maria is, how little she resembles my withdrawn and shy personality…

“Hello, Duke,” Maria said, waving her hand politely with a mocking smile.

I was standing next to her, with my face covered with the veil and the Angie doll in my arms. No matter how well that horrible man treated my little girl, I never trusted him.

“Miss Beneviento, you look well,” the merchant murmured, handing me the things I needed for the week. “Lady Beneviento…”

“Hi, fatty,” Angie said, moving in my arms. “How are you?”

“Great,” he replied, counting the coins I threw at him in an unpleasant manner. “What do you say, Miss? Did you manage to solve last week's riddle?” he asked, looking at my daughter with a sinister smile.

“Of course,” the girl answered, with a smug smile. “The answer is the Sun,” she said, lifting her chin. “Although… there was something wrong with the riddle. Yes, normally the sun rises and sets, but… did you know that there are certain areas of the world where it doesn't rise or set for several months?”

“Oh, I guess I forgot that detail,” the man said, laughing amused at the girl's words. “You got it right again…”

“As always,” Maria said, making a gesture to play it down.

“Come on, we want to see that chocolate bar,” Angie demanded, climbing into Maria's arms while I watched in silence.

“Here you go, Miss…” the Duke sighed amusedly tossing a sweet to the girl, one that she caught gracefully. “I hope I don't make it so easy for you next time.”

“Grazie,” the kid said, kindly. “Mamma, tell him, tell him,” she said, tugging at my dress, somewhat impatiently.

I looked at her and gestured for Angie to come closer.

“That's it, Duke, we want a piano,” I said, speaking through the doll.

“A piano?” the man asked, taking out a small notebook.

“Yes, yes, a piano,” Maria said, jumping on the ground. “I'm going to learn to play it.”

“Oh, that's wonderful, Miss, music is the voice of the soul,” the Duke said, writing something down. “Is an upright piano okay?”

I looked at my daughter, who did the same, nodding.

“Yes, okay,” she said, smiling with satisfaction.

“For your sake, fatso, fatso, I hope you don't fool us,” Angie said, climbing up the carriage and looking at the merchant in a menacing manner. “A nice piano for Maria, is that clear?”

“Like water, Miss Angie,” he said, amused, gesturing for the doll to move away. “Tell me, how do you plan to learn?”

“Well... By myself, I guess, Donna doesn’t know to play it,” my daughter said, making me look at her embarrassed. “Don't be offended, mamma.”

“I see,” the Duke said, looking at me with a mocking smile. “It turns out that I know someone. There is a girl in the village who is an excellent pianist, perhaps, Lady Beneviento, it would be good for your daughter if she gave the little Miss some lessons.”

“A piano teacher?” Maria asked, while I pondered the offer. “That would be great, mamma, say yes, say yes…”

“I don't know, tesoro… I don't like people coming to the house,” I murmured, putting myself at the height of the girl, who made a sad gesture.

“Please…” my daughter begged, putting her hands together.

“Please, please…” Angie said, imitating her gesture.

“Ugh,” I sighed, looking at the Duke, who was impatiently waiting for my answer.

“Well? I promise you won't regret it, my lady,” the merchant said, studying my movements. “I'm convinced that she will get along very well with your offspring.”

“Oh, I…” I muttered, gesturing to Angie, giving up. “Okay,” the doll said, speaking in my voice.

After a few days, the piano arrived at the mansion and, with the unpleasant help of some lycans, I managed to find a suitable place for it. Maria was very excited, but I, not so much. The idea of ​​a gossipy villager entering my house… talking to my little girl… I didn't like it, but just seeing Maria's shining eyes, I got used to it.

“Here she is!” the girl shrieked, running towards the door, which someone had knocked on. It was that disgusting teacher, no doubt. “Vai, mamma!”

“I'm coming,” I said in a whisper, putting on my veil and approaching the door, opening it slowly.

I was expecting to find an old woman, a petulant old woman who was no longer in her prime, but I was petrified. Behind the door, there was a rather young woman, smiling and… beautiful, terribly beautiful.

“H-Hello,” the young woman said, waking me from a reverie. I wasn’t expecting someone like that. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Beneviento.”

“Are you the teacher?” Angie asked, speaking for me, uncomfortably studying the girl, who seemed scared by her presence. I don’t blame her.

“Yes, my name is (Y/N),” she said, extending her hand towards me, a hand that I briefly looked at, but didn’t shake, making her withdraw it awkwardly. “Um… well… so you want to learn to play the piano, right?”

“No,” I said with my hoarse voice, while my daughter came out from behind me, looking with the same surprise as me at that girl. “Not me.”

“Hello,” Maria said, with an elegant gesture. “I'm Maria Beneviento, and I'm your new student,” she said with an amused smile, shaking her hand, something I couldn't do.

“Oh, wow, I didn't know that... that it was you,” the young woman said, looking at me and then at the girl, making a small, friendly bow “I thought I was going to teach you, Lady Beneviento.”

“No, my mother doesn't have a clue about music, she only knows how to make dolls,” the girl said, amused, causing me to give her a gentle slap on the shoulder as a reprimand. “Oh, but she makes them very well, I promise.”

“Your mother? You mean...? Are you her daughter?” the pianist asked, looking at me with a frown and a bewildered expression.

“Yes, of course,” the little girl said, guiding the visitor through the house. “Don't you see how much we look alike?” she asked, pointing to the portrait on the stairs.

“Oh, um… is that you?” (Y/N) asked, looking at me and pointing at the portrait. I didn't move, nor did I say a single word, obviously. “W-Wow, your really look alike, you're like two peas in a pod.”

“Isn't that right?” Maria laughed, taking the stranger's hand and leading her into the living room. “This way, (Y/N)”

“I-It's funny. I didn’t know you had a daughter, my lady,” the young woman said, walking towards the piano next to my little girl, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, distrustful.

“Mm,” I murmured, not giving importance to her comment, approaching Maria. “Tesoro, I'm going to the workshop, Angie will stay with you, if something happens…”

“Mamma… non preocuparti,” Maria said, sitting on the stool in front of the piano, next to that unknown girl.

“Va bene,” I whispered, giving one last look to the young woman, who did the same quickly. I could see the fear in her eyes.

Reluctant, but with no other choice, I left them alone.

It must have been an entertaining afternoon, since Angie didn't warn me of any danger, but she did when that girl was about to leave.

“Grazie, (Y/N), see you tomorrow,” Maria said, waving her hand goodbye, while I, suspicious, walked with the young woman to the door.

“Your daughter is very talented, my lady,” (Y/N) commented, before leaving through the door.

“Mm,” I murmured in an impatient tone, wishing she would leave at once.

“Well, she has to practice, but I think she can be a great pianist if she puts her mind to it,” the young woman said, with no intention of leaving. “It's unbelievable that she's just eight years old, she's very intelligent.”

“I know that already,” I whispered impatiently, handing her a bag of coins.

“Oh, um, thanks,” she said, putting them in her purse. “I was surprised that you had a daughter… well, in the village we never…”

“I know,” I cut her words off abruptly, with a tired sigh. “No one has to know about my life.”

“Yes, well, I understand,” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Forgive my indiscretion, I know it's none of my business but… What about her father?”

The Angie doll, who was listening next to me, began to laugh outrageously, drawing our attention.

“Stupid,” Angie said, pointing at the girl with her finger and pretending to laugh loudly. “You're so stupid… Donna is Maria's mother, get it? She's her mother, she impregnated a maid and…”

“Angie…” I hissed nervously.

“What?” the pianist asked, looking at me and speaking in a small voice when she realized her mistake.

I, nervous and embarrassed, clenched my fists tightly on both sides of my hips.

“Oh, shit, I mean… I understand, oh, I… w-well, I had heard rumors but they seemed… I mean, it's okay, well, there's a huge woman, a fish man… it's not that I find it strange or anything like that, I mean…” she said nervously, not knowing where to run.

I crossed my arms furiously, wanting to make her live the worst of her nightmares, but then I thought of Maria and I restrained myself.

“Shut up,” I demanded with a firm tone. “I advise you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,” I threatened walking a step towards her, making the girl back off.

“I'm sorry. It's just that…” she said, visibly nervous, refusing to look at my face.

“Does my Donna's penis disgust you, silly?” Angie said, making me burn with rage.

“Angie! Taci, taci, taci!” I screamed furiously, kicking the floor. The piano played in the background, Maria was oblivious to the conversation, fortunately.

“What? Oh, no, no, not at all… I have no problem with that,” the pianist said, putting her hands in a position of surrender. “B-besides, I'm just your daughter's piano teacher, I have no intention of snooping in your… business. I was just… I was just curious.”

“Curiosity…” I began in a dark tone, making it clear to that stupid village girl what her place was.

“Killed the cat, I know,” she finished, with a nervous smile. “I just want to say that, well, that… your daughter is great.”

“Mm,” I growled, looking away and closing the door in her face. “Cazzo, Angie…”

The doll, realizing that she had given too much information, ran off towards Maria, who was playing the keys, surely putting into practice what she had learned.

“Look, mamma, I know the scale,” the girl said, gesturing for me to come closer as she softly played the piano.

“Meraviglioso, Maria,” I sighed, relaxing with the soft sound of the instrument.

“So… what do you think?” my daughter murmured, looking at the floor. “About (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” I asked annoyed, sighing as I took off my veil. “She's just some ordinary village girl.”

“No, not at all. She's great, she's super smart, and she plays really well, and she's also really beautiful, don't you think, mamma?” Maria said, following me through the mansion.

“Mm, maybe she is,” I commented distractedly. She was right, that girl was very beautiful… but a nuisance too. “Your lessons, Maria, don't forget them,” I said in a motherly tone, pointing to her study books.

The visits from that unpleasant girl continued. Maria learned a lot from (Y/N), although I didn't like to admit it. Little by little I got used to the presence of that nosy villager, maybe too much, since, from time to time, I came up from the workshop to see how she taught my daughter.

They seemed to get along really well, and every day her beauty was much more evident to me, but I didn't give it any importance, she was still an idiot.

“That's it, you learn very quickly Maria,” (Y/N) said as I approached slowly. “It's noticeable that you practice a lot.”

“Of course I do, so I don't forget,” the little girl said, swinging her legs on the stool.

“Um, Maria… I'd like to ask you something,” the teacher whispered, looking around, probably afraid that I would appear.

That made me back off and hide in the shadows. I wanted to hear what that stupid girl was saying about me, I was sure she would say something about me.

“Va bene,” my daughter said, distracted, touching the keys.

“Hey, your mother…” the young woman murmured, attracting my attention even more. “Your mother is a bit scary, isn't she?”

“Mamma Donna?” Maria asked and shook her head. “Not at all, are you scared of my mamma?”

“Um, well,” the girl said, with a nervous smile. “She's a Lord and… well, in the village everyone fears her.”

“Bah, nonsense,” my daughter said, gesturing with her hand. “That's because they don't know her. Donna is nice.”

“Really? Does she take good care of you?” she asked in a more confident tone, something that made me burn with rage.

How could that stupid woman question my way of taking care of my daughter?

“Oh, yes, she is very intelligent, she teaches me many things,” Maria said, making me sigh with relief.

“Um… what about your other mother? Don't you miss her?” (Y/N) asked, making me want to end her existence.

“Not really,” the girl said, lowering her head. “I never got to know her. Mamma Donna told me that she was her maid and that she… abandoned us.”

“Chiudi il becco…” I muttered in a whisper. “Maledizione…”

“Gods, that’s… horrible,” the young woman said, changing her expression.

“Well, it's the past. Donna took care of me and raised me by herself, and I assure you that it must not be easy to do that, and even more so with a daughter like me,” Maria said amused. “I don't usually give her any trouble, but… she has to put up with me.”

“Mm, I see,” (Y/N) said, tenderly stroking Maria's hair. “I see that I was wrong about her, I'm sorry for doubting your mother.”

“It doesn't matter,” Maria said, putting on a strange expression. “People say horrible things about her, but I know they're lies. My mamma is mentally ill, but that doesn't mean she's not a good person, she really is.”

“Yes, I see,” the pianist said, looking back, without seeing me. “If you say so, I believe you…”

“Forgive her if she was abrupt with you,” my daughter said, apologizing for my aggressive attitude. “She's just very lonely. I'm convinced that her character will improve when she meets someone.”

“Mm, maybe, but being alone isn't that bad, you know? I am too,” the young woman said.

“Oh, really?” the little girl asked. “That's interesting…” she murmured, with a tone that forced me to intervene. “Wouldn't you like to meet someone?”

“Well, I…”

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, walking nervously towards them. (Y/N) looked at me briefly, immediately lowering her head. “It's time, isn't it?”

“Mm, sì, mamma,” Maria said, getting off the stool.

The young pianist stood up with a friendly gesture.

“Your daughter has been great, as always, my lady,” the young woman said, not daring to look at me. “It's a pleasure to teach her.”

“You don't have to be that formal. You can call her Donna, vero, mamma? Maria said, with a slightly strange voice.

“I guess,” I said reluctantly, making the girl laugh nervously.

“W-Well, Donna then,” (Y/N) whispered, with a shy laugh.

“Mamma, do you know that (Y/N) is also alone? What a coincidence, huh?” the girl asked, comically tugging at my dress, putting the stupid villager in a tight spot.

“Maria,” I said in a dark voice. I didn't know why, but that comment made me blush.

“Don't worry, Donna, your daughter is adorable, she just says what she thinks,” the young woman said, picking up the scores.

“Ma, mamma, are you going to let her go?” Maria insisted, making me very nervous. “You should be nice and invite her to tea. She’s been coming here for almost a month.”

“Maria…” I hissed nervously, while (Y/N) laughed again, shaking her head. “Stop annoying her, I’m sure she’ll have better things to do.”

“T-Truth be told,” the pianist said, arching her eyebrows. “I could use some tea, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Ugh, okay,” I muttered, threatening with my daughter my gaze making her fled with Angie.

That was the beginning of a strange routine. After piano lessons, (Y/N) started to stay with us for a while, having tea, helping Maria with her homework…

Over time, I couldn't say that that stupid girl started to catch my attention, but I did stop thinking that she was... well, stupid. She was a kind, funny girl, who made Maria and Angie laugh, and she was kind to me, kinder than anyone ever was, no one, not even Helga.

I couldn't help but notice a certain conspiracy in my little girl's words and actions, hinting several times at how lonely her poor mother was when I wasn't around, or telling me directly that (Y/N) was single too.

I couldn't blame her for wanting to have what she never had, for wanting another mother, but... it was simply impossible, it would never be possible, although deep down, that pianist girl caught my attention more than I would like to admit.

“Well, I better go, thank you very much for the tea, Donna,” (Y/N) said, after an afternoon of games with Angie and the girl, something of which I was only a spectator. “See you tomorrow, huh, girls?” she said amused, high-fiving Maria and Angie.

“Hey, but it's really late,” my daughter commented, looking out the window. “Hey, (Y/N), why don't you stay for dinner?”

“Oh, for dinner?” the young woman asked blinking and looking for an answer in me. “W-well, I…”

“Don't listen to her,” I said quickly, putting a warning hand on Maria's shoulder.

“Mamma,” the little girl protested, breaking away from my grip while (Y/N) smiled, picking up her coat. “I'm trying to help you.”

“Who asked you for help, brat? Basta,” I hissed sternly but nervously.

“Well… it's true that it's late,” (Y/N) said, oblivious to my reprimands, looking at me shyly. “Maybe it's not a bad idea.”

“Of course it’s not,” Maria said, freeing from my reprimand and taking the young pianist by the hand. “Come, sit down, did you know that la mia mamma cooks like an angel? You'll see.”

“Maria!” I growled, clenching my fists. “What are you...?”

“Show her that what I say is true, vai, Donna,” my daughter said, pushing me by the legs.

I had no choice but to obey, going down to the kitchen to prepare that improvised dinner.

“Mm, where's Maria?” I asked dryly, leaving the food on the table, a table that was only occupied by (Y/N), who looked at me amused, shrugging.

“She told me that she wasn’t hungry and she wanted to leave us alone, you know, so that we could talk about adult stuff.”

“Oh, questa bambina…” I lamented, understanding her intentions.

“I think she's set us up, hasn't she?” the young woman joked, while I, exhausted, served her some wine.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what she was thinking,” I said, apologizing for Maria's behavior. Oh, yes, that girl would get a deserved scolding.

“It doesn't matter, it might be good to get to know each other a bit better,” (Y/N) commented. “Um…” she said, frowning as she saw how, clumsily, I handled my black veil to eat. “Um… Donna, that's not necessary. You don't need it, you can trust me.”

“You'll get scared,” I said nervously, paralyzed.

“No, I won't,” she said, with a lower voice, somewhat trembling.

It was absurd to continue with that nonsense, the best thing would be to scare that stupid girl away so she never came back and stopped… constantly sneaking into my thoughts. With a slow gesture I took off my veil, refusing to see her expression.

“Mm, wow…” the young woman sighed, with a smile that I couldn't interpret. “It's true, you two are exactly the same.”

“Don't pretend. You know I'm horrible,” I said, gripping the fork tightly.

“No, you're not… Let's see… what have you prepared for me?” the girl said, ignoring my hisses and taking a look at the dinner. “Everything looks great.”

“Pici all'amatriciana,” I murmured distrustfully.

“Oh, well, let's check if it's as good as it looks,” she said, rubbing her hands and starting to eat, without erasing that smile from her face.

At first it was a tense, silent dinner, only interrupted by (Y/N)'s praises. Everything seemed wonderful and perfect to her, even… even my face. Little by little, I suppose thanks to the wine, the conversation began to flow naturally. It seemed unlikely, but that girl and I had a lot in common and we even… we even laughed, laughed a lot.

I realized why Maria was so obsessed with her. She was a wonderful girl, kind, funny… and terribly beautiful too.

“I had a great time,” the young woman said with a tender smile as I walked with her to the door. “Really.”

“Yes, um… me too, (Y/N),” I said in a low voice, with a strange blush on my cheeks.

“You know what? I think I now understand your daughter’s insistence on me getting to know you,” she commented distractedly, looking at the floor, turning her ankle on it. “You are a very special woman, Donna.”

“Yes, special is the word,” I said suspiciously, crossing my arms.

The girl laughed, shaking her head and putting a hand on my arm.

“No, what I mean is that… well, I don't regret having gotten to know you,” she whispered in a low voice, leaving behind her words, an awkward moment of silence.

“M-Me neither,” I stammered unintentionally, smiling genuinely.

“See you,” the girl said, removing her hand from my arm with a tender smile, suddenly stepping back. “Oh, bye girls,” she said, waving her hand and looking upstairs, where Angie and Maria were discreetly spying.

“Ciao!” they said in unison when I closed the door, sighing and glancing sideways at my daughter and the doll.

“Cazzo…” I hissed, quickly climbing the stairs while those two mischievous girls fled to their room. “Hey, you two!”

“Oh, mamma, I was going to sleep,” Maria said, putting on her pajamas in a hurry.

“No, young lady, what were you thinking?” I asked, annoyed by the trick, with my hands on my hips. “Who taught you to conspire like that?”

“Um…” the girl murmured, looking unintentionally at Angie, who hid under the sheets. “I only did it for you, mamma, so that you are not alone anymore.”

“Oh, cavolo…” I lamented, with a hand on my forehead. “Maria, tesoro, you don't have to decide those things for me, do you hear me? They are adults’ matters.”

“I know but… I think you two get along wonderfully,” the girl said with an almost pleading voice. “And you two are alone…”

“Maria…”

“Besides, dinner was a complete success, you even took off your veil,” she said with an amused smile, climbing into bed while I reluctantly tucked her in. “Although you have to improve your conversation, you're very clumsy, mamma.”

“That I’m…?” I asked, feigning offense. “Well, it doesn't matter.”

“Don't you like (Y/N)? Not even a little?” Maria asked in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes.

“Um, I… W-Well I… yes, I like her,” I admitted embarrassed, with a sob. “But tesoro, that's not…”

“She likes you, she speaks very well of you,” she sighed, exhausted, closing her eyes. “Mamma.”

“Mm?”

“If I could go back in time and choose… I would like (Y/N) to be my other mother…” she said in a sleepy whisper, without really being aware she had said it.

I sighed, moved by her words and approached to kiss her on the forehead, thoughtful.

“Mm, I'm not surprised that you want it, tesoro... (Y/N) is... wonderful.”

Admitting that I had feelings for (Y/N) took me longer than I thought, but I couldn't help it. Without wanting to, knowing that there would never be another chance to feel love, to believe in it, I did it, I fell in love with her, madly.

Dinners were common, laughter, too. Sometimes we were alone and sometimes Angie and Maria accompanied us, making the laughter increase more and more. I began to wish for those visits, to get sad when that girl left. There was tension between us, I could notice it, I could notice her bright gaze in mine, silent pauses in which neither of us knew what to say.

Too much pressure and I was too much of a coward.

“You have to do it, mamma,” my little girl told me, while I waited for (Y/N) to arrive, walking around the living room and shaking my head.

“I can't do it…” I sighed, rejecting her proposition again.

“If you don't tell (Y/N) how you feel about her, she'll never know, imagine if she meets someone,” the girl said walking exactly like me.

“It's not that easy, Maria, you'll realize when you're older,” I said in a dark, nervous voice.

“I don't want to lose the opportunity to have another mom just because you're a coward!” the girl protested, nervous, impatient.

I turned around abruptly, gritting my teeth and crouching down next to my daughter, grabbing her by the collar of her dress.

“You think I don't know!? Huh?” I screamed furiously while my daughter, scared, covered herself with her hands.

“Mamma,” she said trembling, making me react.

“Gods… tesoro, I'm sorry,” I said, placing her dress and caressing her cheek.

Maria nodded slowly, comforting my nerves with a tender hug.

“I don't know how to do it, I don't know how to tell her that… that I love her,” I murmured, with the girl's warm hands in mine, controlling my madness.

“Calm down, mamma, I'll think of something,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and going to the door, since (Y/N) had already arrived.

The smiles danced between us again. I had long since gotten used to staying in the living room while (Y/N) taught Maria, to watch her fingers caress the keys, to see her beautiful and tender face, the incredibly sweet way she treated my baby…

“Well, very well, mate,” (Y/N )said when Maria showed her what she had learned. “I think we can move on to something more complicated.”

“Yeah, hey, (Y/N),” Maria said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “I thought… I've never heard you play… you know, a whole song. I'm sure my mamma would really like to hear you.”

“Would her?” the young woman asked, looking at me with blushing cheeks.

I looked at her and nodded slowly, tilting my head.

“Mm, okay, well… let me see…” the girl said, searching through her folder of music. “Let's see… Oh, what do you think of this one? It has your name on it,” (Y/N) said, handing a sheet to my daughter, who looked at it carefully.

“Oh, yeah, this one is perfect,” Maria said with wide eyes, looking at me over the paper with a knowing smile.

“Ahem, well…” (Y/N) coughed as Maria stood up to sit next to me.

“Di niente,” my daughter whispered with a discreet clearing of the throat, making me frown.

“Cosa?” I asked, silenced by a nudge.

“Shh… ascolta, mamma.”

The music started to play, and I recognized it immediately.

“Ave Maria…”  (Y/N) began to sing, letting me discover her beautiful voice, the most beautiful I had ever heard. “Gratia plena… Ave, ave Dominus…”

My mind immediately transported itself to several decades ago, before Mother Miranda, before the Black Gods, when I was just a girl, a tormented girl. Yes, I remembered those times when villagers were allowed to profess the faith they chose as long as they lived with the dark deities.

They were difficult times, but nothing compared to my current life.

I remember my family singing that song at Christmas, on special occasions. My mother, my father, my little sister, my grandparents… all of us together, like a vision of what once was and never came back.

I couldn't help but let a tear run down my face as I remembered, as I imagined what would have become of me if Miranda had never been so ambitious, if my life hadn't changed, if my body hadn't changed and Maria had never been born.

No, Maria wasn't a mistake, she was the best thing that ever happened to me, my little laughing baby who wondered where her mother was, what had happened to her.

I regret many things, my little Maria, but not having you as a daughter.

I remembered those sleepless nights with inconsolable cries, I remember losing my nerves, my mind, and I remembered… I remembered how I rocked my little Maria, how I sang to her to make her fall asleep in my arms, how I sang that song to her, that Ave Maria, by Schubert…

Damn clever girl, she knew it, she knew that the melody, those words in Latin would touch my soul. I'm proud of you, tesoro.

Slowly, unable to move voluntarily, I got up from the couch while (Y/N) played and sang, approaching her, sitting next to her on the stool. She looked at me, still singing, but smiling.

I looked at the keys, bringing my hand closer to them and looking for a sign to continue. The young woman nodded, with a tender smile.

“Nunc et in hora mortis…” we sang at the same time while playing the keys. It had been a long time since I had done it. “Et in hora mortis nostrae… Ave… Maria…”

“Great!” Maria said, clapping enthusiastically along with Angie.

I paid no attention to her, my eye were fixed on (Y/N)'s and hers on mine.

“Wow, Maria told me you didn't know how to play it,” she whispered after a tense moment, without moving from my uncomfortable proximity.

“W-Well, I don't know as much as you… I'm quite rusty,” I said with a honeyed, but nervous voice.

“Angie, let's go,” Maria said, looking at me and winking, taking the doll's hand that was protesting in a childish way.

“I-I used to sing this to Maria as a lullaby,” I said, daring to break that silence. “It brings back memories to me.”

“It must have been very difficult to raise a girl on your own, right?” (Y/N) commented, playing nervously with her hands.

“Yes, it was but… it was worth it,” I said with a smile, looking at the corner where Maria ran off to.

“Yes, of course, she's an amazing girl, Donna,” the young woman said, looking away.

“Yes, I… (Y/N) I…” I stammered, with a cold sweat running down my forehead, hitting the keys unintentionally. “I'm sorry, I… I want to tell you that… when you're here I… I feel, I feel like smiling again, and seeing you leave… It makes me sad.”

The girl laughed embarrassed, lowering her gaze but letting me continue and gain enough courage to extend my trembling hand to hers, which she let me do, interlacing our fingers.

“I would understand if you said no but… I don't know, (Y/N), maybe… maybe you'd like… not to leave again.”

“Mamma! Don't tell her that! It's creepy!” Maria, who was, of course, spying, shrieked.

“Oddio… go to your room!” I shrieked nervously without taking my hand off (Y/N)'s.

“Donna,” the pianist said, putting a hand on my cheek, turning my face towards hers. “Do you want me to stay? With you?”

“I… yes…” I said looking down, something I couldn't really do, since her hand prevented me from doing so. “I want you to stay… with me, with us and…”

I couldn't continue speaking, since her lips collided with mine without warning, kissing me deeply, slowly, in a sweet and addictive way.

Without wanting to do so, I pulled away, blinking confused, looking at her sweet smile, her eyes shining as she looked at me.

“I'm in love with you, (Y/N),” I finally confessed, throwing myself back into her slow, wet kisses, into her laughter that bounced off my lips, tickling them.

“You're a wonderful woman, Donna Beneviento,” (Y/N) whispered. “I'm crazy about you… And… well, I wouldn't mind staying with you. Well, I would like that you and Maria… were my family…”

“Really?”

“Really”

“Great!” Maria shrieked, running into (Y/N)'s arms, catching her off guard. “See, mamma? It wasn't that hard.”

“Oh, taci,” I said amused, shaking my head.

“It's the happiest day of my life,” my daughter said, hugging us both. “I love you!”

“Hey, come on, stop bothering,” I said, lowering her to the floor lovingly.

“Certo... I have to talk to Angie... my little sibling is getting closer...”

[froschdoesstuff]

May we receive inkblade headcanons?

Absolutely!! :D this is before the finale part 2 obvs so these might bite me in the ass by oh welll. Most of these are about Oisin.... whoops... but he's still my beloved I have faith (please please please Please)

Despite if Oisin is evil or not (not going into THAT discourse) I like to think that his crush is or at least was genuine on Adaine and was still there, but that Jace decided they could use it to their advantage in the plan (cause Porter wouldn't be able to think of that, he thinks adaine is Baelwyn ffs).

On that I think it formed in a wizardry schools 101 type class in freshman year cause a head canon I have about Oisin is that he is genuinely interested in divination but conjuration was seen as more beneficial for the rat grinders. I think it is a thing where he just saw her as so interesting and knowledgeable but didn't know how to approach her cause let's be honest, killing Doreen on the first day would be scary news to ANY other freshman too.

I think that Oisin is a little bit miffed that Adaine is very good when it comes to knowing what to summon and when, like the mephits in the Last Stand, especially with the rage crystals he currently has, because from an outside perspective things do seem to come easy to Adaine.

IF Oisin is brought back and is purified from the rage (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) I think he would probably apologise so much for the quip before the storm and Dragons and while Adaine will definitely a while to get over it would eventually find it funny. Like yeah, slightly deserved for making fun of a random dead lady...

I have a head canon that they have spoken before and were paired for a group research project in freshman year but Adaine was pretty focused on the mystery so she doesn't remember it. Despite having Tiberia they did get an A on their assignment (not 100% cause its Tiberia.) Oisin still has the paper they wrote saved on his laptop.

That's all I have the now they're not great cause I'm sick af but ya!!! I hold out the slightest bit of hope...

[gailsfrog]

I'm traumatized for life :') (puzzles scary now ;-;)

well that last episode was.... FVCKIN TEYFYINGG- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- like yay creepy puzzle voice- i thought puzzles was gonna shake micky mouse hand- NOT THAT- AND HE WACHED- i mean the guy cut his own head off and thats pritty vile itself- but damn- The end part puzzle was kinda chill but NEVER MIND-- Meggy- oof just I cant even re-watch that this is ligit too messed up- the scream messes with my head ;-; Good job smg4 for makeing this shit lijit just unnerveing and eugh- im not good with this stuff- Well i DID really love puzzles but after THAT oh HELL naw- i love the tv guy but after a stunt like that- NEVER MIND- i guess maybee it was the point cuz ppl love the guy so makeing him do something like that worked welll ;-; Also i can tell by mr puzzles tone of voice lately hes less of his cheery act and more just give me the damn stars and just done with everyone... well he cant get any scaryer.... RIGHT?!? R I G H T?!?!? ;-; istg im gonna need therapy after this WOTFI ;-;

welll lets at least hope that the WOTFI song will be a bop and help heal this trauma of this episode- im thinking some sort of carnaval song or smthn- Well i hope mr puzzles epicaly dies- and becomes a ghost and haunts the castle or smthn scary- i dunno he creepypasta like that-

[euijoosorangeslice]

I definitely wanna hear your thoughts! I love hearing about peoples' kinks since I'm pretty kinky myself, or at least I think I am lol

i need to go down the list of people ive been nonstop thinking of for the past week...

so first kei, i always thought hed be into one of those type of things like hunting your prey/hide and seek energy. hes just so masculine i get those type of vibes where he's gonna count down and if he finds you...welll hes gonna fuck you right where he finds you.

i always say no when people ask if i have like a mommy/daddy kink but istg it's only for euijoo or fuma. like im a little too into it when i think of how much i would love to call fuma daddy. (let me just say my favorite pet name is angel. off the bat, someone calls me that? oh i'm already standing booty butt naked in the middle of their bedroom.) and liike i already know euijoo likes to be praised but i just wanna lift up his shirt and bite on his nipples while calling him a good boy or telling him hes doing a good job just so i can feel him poking into me.

thers no way nicholas doesn't like spanking his s/o's. its just knowing that your freaking out over him makes him so proud he does anything to gauge a reaction. thats why i think he likes heavy impact play, maybe even knife play?

for jo, i get really strong cockwarming vibes from him. like i would sit on his lap while he draws or plays games on his nintendo. doesnt always have to be sexual but 8/10 times itll turn into sex.

yuma i just really get big brat tamer vibes from him. like everyone always says he's the one teaching you a lesson but no, youre teaching him a lesson. whether thats tying him up and stripping in front of him and not letting him touch, or directly edging him, maybe put a blindfold on him/gagging him and use a vibrator or a cocksleeve and just see how long it takes him to lose his mind. i feel like he wouldn't really mind taking whatever you take. like it's a mutual relationship, if hes gonna shove all these toys inside of you he expects you to do the same for him.

harua is a little rough to tell becuase hes a 50/50 case. its either hard dom or needy sub. theres no inbetween with him, and i think his favorite part of sex in foreplay. sometimes, he doesn't even need the penetration and you two can just play with eachother until youre satisfied.

lastly, taki is definetly a hard dom. but i feel he can be soft at times. like sex isnt always just fast paced bending you over every surface in his dorm (even when the members are home, just hope they stay in their rooms), sometimes its that he misses you and he takes you to somewhere romantic before for a date and then when you two get home, you have really lovey dovey sex.

(ignore the spelling mistakes, my head has been twirling with this shit for like a whole week now.)

[lofthousezzz]

"Yeah, that's a GREAT idea! YOU could help me gather all of the lost power cells! I'm amazed my by own genius sometimes...."

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Art trade part for @kn1ghtc0r3! I was given no direction besides draw Elec Man and welll.... All I've been thinking about recently has been Humongous Entertainment games so a little art style test. It is actually kind of scary how well Mega Man characters fit in the style, at least judging from how easily and fluidly I managed to churn this Elec out!!! I will definitely be doing more in the future :]

[coreene-simblr]

[previous] Part 2 with Smith's

Since he wants to be best friends with her I called her over again

And this is his last day as a teen. He's going to Uni tomorrow.

WHAT!?? When?? How?! What did you do? I missed it. Fuck

-Congratulations on starting that affair!

Is what I think they are talking about xd

-No, no there is no need to be gloomy about it. We didn't even kiss. It doesn't count.

I don't think they kissed there are no memories. I wonder what caused the affair memory to happen

Angela left after that and Jenny got a promotion back to nurse. Good job.

lol she has a fear of getting fired xD

And Johnny is off to uni!

I've learned my lesson so let's examine the sherpa. Still don't know what that is.

Oh look at that. I totally didn't see it coming.

And time for Jill to grow up!

Yes! She rolled pleasure.

She grow up in pleasure appropriate outfit too! I like it.

Had a great party too!

She was lusting after Don.

I love pleasure sims xD

She wished to juggle bottles after that xD It is so easy to make pleasure sims happy

Alright

Took Jill out to meet other teens. We are looking for a date for her and look Aurelia is here again xD

And it is hell finding someone she likes. She wanted to ask out on that girl but they have no chemistry and the only person she had chemistry with is just one bolt. I need to find something better for her

I know. Aurelia is hot. Everyone is lusting for her. But you don't have any bolts for her!

I couldn't find anyone else she liked more so we asked this townie out on a date per her wish

The date was going welll

Untill

She threw these at me. At least it wasn't as bad as Lola's xD

And the last pic of their round is Pt annoying me because he can't get to the bush like I'm the one who planted bushes on a slope. Needless to say I deleted all the bushes they couldn't get to

Grunt's are next!

[fishlung8877]

You should post more about your rimworld characters :3 I like them :3:3 also you should tell me about them (if you want to, feel free to not do any of this) ALSO have you seen the new dlc?? It's really cool

SORRRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER, I GOT THIS RIGHT AS I WAS HEADING OFFF FOR THE NIGHT AND WAS BUSY ALLL DAY TODAY

Helll yeah I saw the new DLC! I haven't played it yet though, I only have Biotech right now and plan on gettting Ideology next, but Anomaly's next after that, it loooks so goood man

Anyway, this is Ianna Ankarian! 28 year old baseliner goober mechanitor. She's a reclusive, neurotic, asexual body moddder with 19 total implants and bionic parts, and a genetic modification that makes her (almost) immortal and gives her a genetic dependency on cocaine

Right now, we're flying solo with just Ianna and her mechanoids, but there used to be a bunch of other members of the colony as welll lol (it's a bit of a ramble so I'm puttting it under a cut lol, plus my favourite story from the colony)

The first was a 3 year old named Forbes who got torn to death by a Fennnec fox and a Wild man that wandered into the map, I kept his corpse in the freeezer for a few years in case I could find something to revive him, but it ended up becoming trashed and I finallly just buried him properly after his body rottted

Then we had another child who actuallly made it to adulthoood! Her name was Duott, but got the nickname Madam. She was a Yttakin Nudist Teetotaler and was Ianna's best friend up until she died

After that, a wanderer joined the colony, this guy's name was Seis, a psychicallly sensitive, perfectionist undergrounder

We didn't have a third bedrooom set up, since I never reallly intended on gettting more than two colonists, so I just put his bed in the lab with the mechanoids lol. He didn't actuallly seeem to mind it very much and actuallly considered it a "Very Impressive Bedroom" just cause of how much expensive shit was in there.

Unfortunately, after a rough fight with a War Queen, he ended up bleeding out from his injuries. We get a part 2 though, because the Man in Black who showed up after this turned out to be his son! Small world

Like his father, Nerhesi was also a perfectionist. He was also Very Neurotic and a misogynist. He kept flirting with Madam and Ianna and was in a shitty mood all the time cause he kept getting rebuffed by both of them. After one too many nutrient paste meals, he food binged his way into an insect nest and was swiftly torn to shreds by a megaspider

ˢᶦᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ᴵᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉ ʲᵒᶦⁿᵉᵈˀˀˀ ᴵ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃᶦᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵗᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᴵ ᵐᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ˡᵒˡ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵒᶜᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ

Up next we recruited Cap! Another random wanderer join, We decided to let her in cause we were short a pair of hands after someone decided to commmit suicide via insect jelly. Turns out not only was she pregnant, but neither Ianna or Madam liked her cause they both recognized her from somewhere and were immmediately suspicious. She was a great coook though, and both Madam and Ianna got a much-neeeded break from eating nothing but paste meals

Unfortunately this is where shit starts to hit the fan. Remember that insect nest that Nerhesi wandered into? Welll it was growing rapidly. So we did the only reasonable thing we could and exploited it. Here's them killling the Apocriton with absolutely no problem

After this, we summoned a Diabolus, thinking we could get an easy free signal chip and well. We got the Signal chip at least.. At the cost of the entire colony

Seee, acccording to the description, the Diabolus is a mechanoid created for seigebreaking, so it was tanky enough to push through the horde of angry as hell insects and aim down its hellsphere cannon onto the nests, utterly obliterating them

With nowhere to return home to, the enraged insects now turned their rage onto the only other thing they could... The colony

It was a near-colony wipe. The insects were closing in. The safe zone kept shrinking smaller and smaller and we barricaded ourselves into the mountain with nothing but Hemogen packs to eat. Slowly, it became clear... We couldn't stay

Only by sacrificing the mechanoids we could make it out, by punching a hole in the top of our safe zone, the insects would be baited to the very top of the map and atttack the Tunneler. With the insects distracted, we gathered what litttle we could and caravaned out of there

We made it to a new tile with an ancient mechanitor complex to temporarily setttle and gather our bearings, but everybody was in a prettty shit moood about it. Ianna immmediately went on an insulting spreee against Cap, who responded by starting a social fight and downing Iannna by nearly punching her prosthetic leg offf.

Cap ended up going into labor while at this facility, and with our best doctor currently writhing in pain on on the ground and unable to walk, we had to make do

Our caravan was detected, but we couldn't risk moving while Cap was giving birth, so we tried to move into the ancient facility. It wasn't great by any means, but once we moved the corpse and cleaned the vomit and slime offf the flooor, it would be safe and it would be clean(er) than the outside

Despite our best effforts, Randy did not smile favourably upon us, and the baby was stilllborn. With no time left before enemy forces arrrived, we buried the baby outside and packed up

We set up camp in an alllied tribal setttlement, thanks to the help of the Visit Settlements mod. Despite us not having any foood, we could grow rice and hunt random animals to ward offf starvation, at the cost of faction relations

This was also where I watched several instances of cannnibalism happpen because these idiots would rather eat their friend's corpse rather than take from the stack of 300 pemmmican in the building next to them. They're not even cannnibals or anything, their AI was just acting scufffed as helll lmao

Scrumptious meal with the boys I guesss

To addd to the ever-growing list of problems, another catastrophe struck. Somewhere in space, miles above the planet, a massive entity moved in and blocked out the sun, bringing in a long night that lasted for years. No sun meant no light, no light meant no plants, no plants meant no growing any foood

Fortunately by this point, most of the insects have either starved to death or were wiped out by random raids, so things back at home have calmed down enough for the trio to swoop back in and wipe out whatever insectoids were remaining.

Of course, alll threee of em were in a shittty moood about it. Not only was the colony practicallly leveled, the ruins were completely pollluted from the insects destroying the freeezers that were keeeping the toxic waste frozen and contained.

Iannna and Madam were absolute champs throughout the entire thing though. They both had huge moood bufffs from being a body moddder decked out in bionics, and a nudist, respectively. Plus they both got a smalll booost from being BFFs. Cap wasn't doing nearly as great though, betweeen the stilllbirth and not having any innnate moood booosts from traits or relationships

Found within the wreckage however, was a small beacon of hope. Unearthed from the rubble was about 10 kilograms of Yayo, which is essentially the rimworld equivalent to cocaine. To keeep spirits up, I started making them snort it regularly, but Madam was a teeetotaler and refused to take it entirely. Forcing her to snort it only would have made her moood worse in the long run, and she cracked under the presssure and ran wild

Luckily she colllapsed from foood poisoning about 10 minutes later, but things were stilll grim. Since neither Cap nor Ianna had the animal handling skillls required to tame her again, now we had 3 mouths to feeed but only two colonists able to work

Even with the base in ruins, the raids came as strong as ever. Six naked cavemen from the nearby tribe of neanderthals arrived armed with clubs and knives. Despite their primitive weaponry, they were stilll able to down both of my remaining colonists. Another man in black came, and they beat him up tooo

By some Miracle, Ianna was able to crawl her way to safety indooors before the raiders swoooped back in to kidnap whoever was left, but Cap bled out before she could be rescued

Thanks to her bionics, Ianna wasn't bleeeding very much and managed to stand back up and continue rebuilding, but somewhere along the way, she ended up losing her prosthetic leg, so now our last colonist's movement speeed was slowed to a crawl

Of course, Randy smiled upon us for once and blesssed us with a crop of tinctoria, which not only couldn't grow without light, but was also inedible

Speaking of things being edible, The only foood left on the map were random animals wandering in, the corpses of insects lying around, and the few dead raiders we managed to down. Of course, desperate times callled for desperate measures...

As if our luck wasn't bad enough, Randy decided to send in a Toxic falllout, which killled the few crops we had growing with sun lamps and drove offf alll the animal life on the map

We tried to keeep both Iannna and Madam fed and healthy through this alll, but with Madam being a Ytttakin and eating more than a regular human, she ended up starving to death in her prison celll. With no other foood and no other choice, Iannna ended up having to cannnibalize her best friend/daughter

Alll of this ended up being tooo much for Iannna to handle and she tooo ended up breaking. She had a tantrum, destroying the components we had left, then began to binge on Yayo

With the only colonist fallling out of my control, Alll I could do was watch as she became adddicted to psychite, overdose, and colllapse onto the ground. While the northern lights were outside

To be honest, I reallly don't know how we managed to pulll everything back together. Somehow she came down enough from the overdose to get back up and start working again. A trader came and we managed to trade offf some of the random items we had to buy back enough components to get a generator runnning and get electricity again

I'd addd more pictures and shit but I've hit the limit for this post and might have to share more later lol, I honestly fucking love tellling this story every time and you probably willl hear me telll it again in the future. I had another playthrough that I finished a few months ago now I think, and might draw some of the colonists I had in that one later lol

[officialtayley]

Hit Paramore hate tweet: https://x.com/emyren_/status/1796257782447927570?s=46

They are now being called “overrated mid” lol!

Just read this tweet and it’s honestly so true. I didn’t even think about the fact that they only made a story which would obviously end up deleted in 24 hours. I also have been thinking more about them turning off comments etc. At first i thought it was just because of Atlantic because they turned comments off right when the deal ended BUTTT…. it was clearly because of Palestine. Still so disappointed overall and I feel like they can do a lot more with their platform.

I also didn’t like how they worded the beginning and end part of the post. For example bringing up December as if we were supposed to know it was for Gaza when they never said- it felt like they were saying “welll we did actually talk about it before so stop calling us out”. I also didn’t like the neutral ass part about loving their Jewish family as if that has anything to do with it.. Jewish ≠ Israeli.

yeah..... i didn't really think about it too much either but i agree with this tweet. it was never to do with atlantic, kehlani is on atlantic and she's been one of the most vocal celebrities ever, it was to do with them not wanting to say anything. they should at least leave the link they shared in their bio, or make an actual post so it's not just gone after 24 hours.

i also hated how they worded the beginning part and i'm glad others called that out because they truly never explicitly stated where the money was directly going to. i guess they had to say the last part about their jewish family because there's plenty of zionists who seem to think not support israel = antisemitism, so i do get what they were saying there, it was basically them trying to say they're not being antisemitic.

i don't want to discuss this too much though. it will cause arguments and disagreements again and i don't wanna go through all that again.

[xxk3vonicaxx]

This is a Part 1, because this post broke the 30 image limitt, prepare for some long posts aheadd:

TW: Possible ableismm, n*zi and CP mentionss

Soooo Blurry and his fans have done more stuff that you guys probably don't know aboutt, aaand I can't just sit back and take it like I've been doingg, 'cause this has been affecting not just mee, buut multiple people as welll, mmm

Zavrozo's probably gonna have to edit the doc laterr, buut oh welll For starterss, let's talk about the elephant in the room that most of you are probably unaware of existingg:

Blurry and his fans making fun of my typing quirk on Instagramm:

Noww, from what I believee, this is ableist behaviorr (I thinkk?), aaand also it's hypocritical coming from Blurry's partt (notee, the screenshot in the bottom left cornerr)

Likee, if I dare joke about Risk like thiss, it's badd, buut if Blurry and his fans make fun of my typing quirk like thiss, it's okk?

Worse thatt is that I'm a real person, for onee, I have feelings you knoww? >:'<

Aaand apparently Blurry has a history of doing this tooo, sooo that makes it worsee (This was from 2021, buuut stilll, it happenedd):

Aaand when I showed this screenshot to Blurry on the rightt, he acted like he didn't know what Miles was talking aboutt (Contextt: This was when Miles and Blurry were having a fight about Edgar's (A character from FON's) backstory as Miles had apparently changed some stuff without telling Blurry firstt:

I was talking for Blurry during this fightt ('cause back then me and him were still friendss). He had apparently banned Miles from the private FON discord I used to be apart of because he blew up at himm (Blurry was a mod back thenn, now he's the main adminn, this was the same server where Mobox was shown lying about the n*zi art not being hers aand making fun of Crying Blossomm)

(Notee, I was the one who say this sounded fine for Miles to dooo, not Blurryy, he still hadn't apologized even thenn)

At the end of that fightt, we went on a group chat on Insta so it could get settledd, buuut Blurry never really said sorry to Miless (The fifth screenshot happened while Blurry was talking to Miles in this group chatt, the joke thing Blurry was talking about was about Edgar and Baxter being adopted siblingss)

Miles had apologized during that behavior during that fightt, buut Blurry had never apologized for hiss. He had only said that "he had problems reading Miles' tone at timess", buut he never really said anything on how to fix itt, like using tone indication or somethingg, he only really cared on how to fix the character backstoryy, not to at least try to help Miles with thiss. Soo because of thatt, Miles stopped using his typing quirk around Blurryy

"Buuut Kevinn! Why are you bringing up that fightt?" You may askk

Welll, it's 'cause he did the same thing to mee (Tea.sammich is Blurry's altt):

Notee: He asked for his fans to tone it downn, buut he never apologized for his own behaviorr, 'cause he was apart of it tooo!

Aaand alsooo, Blurry is twisting the person's wordss, they never said it was ableistt, they said they could be exaggerating that it was ableistt

Aaand I know this because they confronted him on his behavior about thiss (Notee, the fifth screenshott):

Aaand this was Blurry's responsee:

Blatent lies and ignoring thingss:

Zombify had also confronted Blurry on his behavior with Mobb, aand Blurry lied to them multiple timess, basically ignoring the things Mob didd, particularly with the n*zi artt. Zombify had asked if Blurry had known about itt, aand Blurry ignored the question 3 timess! He had also ignored it with mee, tooo, changing the topic to me posting suggestive art in my server when I've already stated what my audience iss, it was shown in the docc (Not to mention Blurry defending Mob's gore art):

(Proof of Blurry knowing about the n*zi artt):

Aaand here's Blurry ignoring Zombify's questions about it tooo:

(The screenshots of these last two bits of the chat about this topic will be shown in the next part in a reblogg, 'cause I broke the 30 image limit with this postt)

[elvhenmage]

oc questionnaire

tagged by the sweet @sun-marie to do this little survey!! thank you for the tag, i'm gonna have fun talkin abt my girl <3

NAME: makaria! just makaria; no surname. when i was first naming her i really want her name to either be or to mean bless/blessing - i had a lot of trouble deciding between a virtue name and an infernal name, but then i found makaria in the player's handbook and it's derived from the ancient greek "makar/makarios" which means "blessed one" and it felt meant to be!

NICKNAME: no nicknames! i experimented with aria a little but she just feels like the type to have no nicknames. pet names and titles, yes! but no nicknames.

GENDER: i actually haven't thought much abt this 'cause all my characters by default are trans/nonbinary lskdjgsd so idk if she's agender or bigender or what but she's definitely nonbinary in some way

STAR SIGN: oh man uh... i usually have this figured out by now lol but i think capricorn suits her!

HEIGHT: somewhere around 5'8" i think, including the horns

ORIENTATION: BISEXUAL <3 90% of my ocs are bisexual 'cause i'm bisexual. mwah

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: uhhh welll..... dark urge spoilers ahead if anyone's still worried about that kind of thing but she was kind of just created by bhaal so i'm not sure this really applies LOL i suppose baldurian bc that's where she was "born" and raised. and then asmodeus tiefling is her race but i'm not sure how accurate the asmodeus part is if she was created with bhaal's dead flesh 🤷🏼‍♀️

FAVORITE FRUIT: lemons 😋 she loves sour fruits

FAVORITE SEASON: summerrr she is such a summer girlie 'cause she's perpetually cold. like a lizard

FAVORITE FLOWER: amaryllis belladonna - beautiful but deadly 😈

FAVORITE SCENT:

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee, definitely. she's not a morning person at all so a good cup of coffee helps her get going

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: probably like. three. nightmares and insomnia keep her from sleeping

DOGS OR CATS: scratch is a very good boy whom she loves but i think she's more a cat person :) yes she kicked steelclaw but that was the old her. more than either though she lovesss ugly little creatures like quasits and imps

DREAM TRIP: anywhere and everywhere!! i really don't think she cares as long as it's somewhere new

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: at least two, maybe 3 depending on how thick they are. she likes to bundle up and be cozy 🥰

RANDOM FACT: she was originally inspired by the "mean girl" trope (i.e. regina george)! before i decided to go dark urge, she was going to be of noble background and she was going to be this sugary sweet backhanded-compliment-giving ambition-driven woman who persuaded and manipulated to get what she wanted. now she runs more on intimidation and deceit, but mean girl popular cheerleader is still the core of her character

[llycaons]

1x02

part 2

lwj saving wwx here isn't even because he's in love with him. he doesn't know this is wwx. he might be since he's a dcer, but all lwj knows is this is a relatively powerless outcast about to be murdered by a 13 year old egged on by a clan leader. good for you, lwj!

oh ugh I am not posting his face thom ot sucks.

I like how his guqin is all wrapped up tho. rather endearing. you only saw that in the early cql flashback episodes

jc is kind of a harsh asshole to his subordinates huh. and lwj is kond of rude to wwx. barely even looks at him

I really love bracelet zidian, but it's a ring in the novel too

oh shit, lwj is speaking to them! he gives them details about the hand and asks them to alert the others if he sees it

and there's that nod I remember. lwj respectfully sees wwx-as-mxy off. I always liked that, in the book. he's a mentally ill illegitimate child with no skills or ties to any big sect. lwj has no social obligation to extend him any courtesy. but he does anyway, because class and ability don't matter in his estimation of people the way they do for most cultivators

here's a flashback bit

well now we know where jl gets his improbably long hair

omg the in-universe cornetto ads have begun. this one at least came after a brief pause that indicated it's not within the exact canon we just saw, but later ads will not bother to make that distinction

okay welll now they're fighting the guanyin statue. yawn

actually the fight scene does look a lot more dynamic and exciting with the fires everywhere than it did in the drama. anination, man

jl flashing baxk to jc telling him to catch something good or not bother coming back before doing something really dangerous...they really do make it so clear how damaging jc's parenting style is don't they. fear of his disappointment and disapproval pushes jl to take reckless and unnecessary risks, and him only 13 years old here! and ik why the uncle-nephew dynamic is popular but the woobification of jc esp wrt how he treats jl is so infuriating. he's really not a good parental figure 😭 like he is actively encouraging jl to put himself in harm's way for jc's approval. he literally wpuld have died here if wwx hadn't intervened. what the fuck.

there he is 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉😍😍😍😍😍😍

ngl I find the donghua version of the song wangxian unremarkable. it's played awkwardly here, rushed and off-tune, which makes sense for the context but misses out on giving us that powerful romantic swell. and also, the song itself doesn't seem to have a cohesive melody? ik we only heard part of it but it doesn't sound like a full song...maybe I'm biased bc cql played wuji already by the timr this had happened in ep2 I was primed for it. but it just doesn't sound very good to me :/

1. wow he does look mad as fuck 2. MUPPET LWJ

do all these characters wear lip gloss damn

JUST EATING LIKE NOTHINGS WRONG LMAO

closeups of lips makes me extremely uncomfortable so I hope you all appreciate how important that shot up there was. the way they animate lips is weird as hell

it's kind of sad that that 'mxy is too gross and creepy and gay and crazy for noted charming heterosexual wwx to want his body' is a genuine argument made here. and this one which IS funny:

the beastiality jokes...okay 😑

I'm not really into the 'haha I'm going to flirt with lwj in a deliberate attempt to gross him out so I can leave but then he takes it in stride etc etc' bc I truly do not see the appeal in it or any of the subsequent boundary-crossing shenanigans we're about to get into and also I am way too tired to devote any bandwidth to it so. I've already give my thoughts on it I think it's stupid and I feel nothing the end

the ed os pretty

[wildshadowtamer]

a few people said yes, so, here we go!

Edit from after writing it all: this got long so i'll stick an under the cut after Amity's part. Feel free to send asks to clarify stuff or ask questions or anything like that.

TW: Pregnancy complications and trauma, near-death experience due to giving birth, asphynxiation/choking, emergency hysterectomy. (Skip Willow and Hunter's kids if u need to, there'll be a TL:DR in big text)

So, this au is set 20ish years after Belos' defeat, so the teens are in their mid to late 40s, King is roughly 28, and the adults are 60s/70s. Dell and Gwen are still alive in their late 90s, bc witches live slightly longer than humans because i said so. and i love Dell.

With establishing out of the way, what has happened to our faithful heroes since Belos' defeat? Welll...

Luz and Amity are married with three daughters! Luz is the ambassador for human/demon relations, and is a wild magic advocate. When she isn't doing that, she's going around different schools in the isles and human world alike to tell her story and encourage human kids to study magic. She's a busy gal, but always makes time for her big ol' family, and is always home in time to read her youngest a bedtime story. Stringbean is still her palisman, and is a good snek. Amity is an adventurer and engineer that explores the places beyond the Boiling Isles with her abomination ships, and has published a few books about the places she's found. She's on good terms with her dad, and hasn't so much as looked at Odalia since Belos' defeat, and has no intention to. Ghost, her palisman, has little pilot goggles. She's often away for long stretches of time, but often brings their eldest daughter with her on her explorations.

Their daughters are Azura (of course), whos 16, Chloe whos 13, and Erica whos 6! Azura is the green-haired adventurer with no sense of self preservation, Chloe is an emo whos really bad at pretending to be broody, and Erica is a sweetheart who knows full well nobody in her family can withstand her puppy eyes. i'm working on their personalities.

Then, there's Hunter and Willow, who have twins! Hunter is a palisman carver, having taken over the trade from Dell, and close friend of the Bat Queen. He makes personalised, intricately detailed palisman that are noteably different than the ones made in Belos' reign. He's doing much better now, but still has his days, and even weeks, but he's come to accept his scars and past. Chronic pain still kicks his ass every now and then, but his new paliasman, Waffles, is a great assistant when needed. He doesn't really talk about his origins as a grimwalker, or his childhood under Belos, but he helps Luz run some abuse awareness campaigns from time to time.

Willow, meanwhile, is the biggest nature conservation advocate in the Isles, helping lead the Palistrom Regrowth project. She's still doing it, even when Palistrom wood is plentiful now, but nowadays she is the official Flyer Derby coach for Hexside. She's not as busy as Amity or Luz, but she has learnt to take breaks when she needs it. She's grown a lot since her emotional suppression days, especially because now they have;

Jayme and Gabriel, the half-palistrom twins! Yes, somehow, through magic bullshit and a questionably obtained potion, Willow naturally gave birth to Hunter's kids, though she found out afterwards that she can't have give birth again. The long and short of the twins' biology is that they are half-witches partially developed from the Palisman magic in Hunter, taken from Flapjack's absorption. Between Willow's plant magic and Hunter's grimwalkerness, the twins are partially wooden and caused A Lot of complications in the birth. So, the birth went badly, to say the least. Willow was hospitalised and partially bed-bound for most of the pregnancy, and delivered two months early, much to Hunter's terror. In fact, when the pregnancy first started going wrong, Hunter had to call Darius to abomination-teleport them to the Healer's Coven/Hospital because Willow was basically choking on petals and vines.

So yeah, didn't go great. But Willow survived, albeit requiring the witch equivalant of a hysterectomy because the threat to her life if another pregnancy were to happen was That high. After their first month and a half in hospital, the twins were finally allowed home, and they had a very small family-only party to celebrate, as the twins were and are still medically fragile. Nowadays, at age 10, the twins are regular kids for the most part, save for the 'partially made of wood' thing. Gabriel is a sarcastic and slightly blunt but nerdy boy, and Jayme is the peppy, sporty girl. Is that just their parents personalities? almost, yes.

TL;DR of the Huntlow Kids: 10 year old twins, Sarcastic Nerdy Boy named Gabriel, Peppy Sporty girl named Jayme, they are partially made of palistrom wood from Flapjack's magic.

Then we get to Eda and Raine because i said so, who have.... well, a lot of adopted and socially-considered-theirs kids, but three biological kids, the Triplets. Eda is the principal of the isles first Wild Magic Human-Accepting School, which she founded and built from scratch, with the help of the old coven heads. She's still one-armed, but has a variety of prosthetics she goes between, curtosy of the Blights. Ultimately, she prefers her pirate hook. She's getting on in age, and the curse is still around, but its far more manageable between the more consistent income, allowing for a more consistent potion stockup, and a better understanding of the Owl Beast. She's still her chaotic self, but she tires a lot easier. Owlbert's still going, and has begun to be more of a service palisman than a regular palisman. Raine turned down Eda's offer to work in the Wild School, instead taking the first five years off for physical and mental therapy, and then slowly finding work with Alador and Darius, doing science and working to reverse Belos' actions. They have very bad chronic pain and fatigue from the possession, and their slowly going blind from age + damage, but they haven't stopped being a bard. They don't need sight to play a violin, after all. When their not in the lab, they can often be found in Eda's school office chatting away, or playing their music out in public. They still get a bit nervous when on stage, but Eda has been really good at bringing them out of their nerves.

Their triplets are a handful and a half, being the eldest nextgen kids at 18. They were, by all means, not intentional, but their parents couldn't have been happier. Raine always wanted bio kids, and was worried they had passed the age of feasibly having kids, but nope, had triplets at damn near 50. The triplets are far from identical; Ada is the surprise blonde, and the unintentional catalyst for Eda to realise the Wittebanes became the Clawthornes. Ada uses he/she interchangably, and basically has a blonde version of short-haired Eda's design. He is the chaos sibling, pulling pranks and wreaking teenage havoc. Bump is very glad he retired before Ada's chaos began to reign. Alaric is the calm bard, taking after Raine with long blue hair and a love of playing the Lute. and then there's Eero, poor eero, whos a bundle of nerves at all times and often blushes so red that it matches his Clawthorne-red hair. he actually takes after Lillith's hair color rather than Eda's, which Eda totally isn't slightly jealous of. There's a lot more to these three, including a certain feathery angst, but that's a seperate post for the future.

Gus and Matt are next and yes, their married. Gus is a teacher for the human exchange class in Eda's wild school, and is also the guardian of the Illusion Graveyard, often considered to be the strongest Illusionist in the Isles. Matt still works in construction, and spent the years after Belos' defeat helping rebuild the houses destroyed in the events that led up to it. Now, he has a whole construction team, and a great stubble. to his disappointment, he is not capable of growing a full beard. Hilariously, Gus can actually grow a beard, but chooses not to. Not much about these two so far to be honest, but i will mention here that Steve is doing great and has two adopted kids of his own, who adore their Uncle Matt and Uncle Gus. And the Tholomule-Porter kids love their Uncle Steve, too. Honestly i dont have a proper concept for their kids, except for a daughter whos a through-and-through daddy's princess. But trust me, they love Uncle Steve.

That takes us to Gus' dad, actually. I know, shocker, he's relevant. But, Gus has half-siblings now, and a step-sister. As it turns out, much to Gus' horror, Perrin Porter fell for Adrian Vernworth. Yes, that Adrian. The partner-meeting-family introduction was tense to say the least, but Adrian and Gus played nice for Perrin's sake, until they genuinely started getting along. Their not best friends or anything now, but Gus calls him step-dad and Adrian calls him his kid, so its a huge improvement from when they first met. Oh, and that step-sister? Adrian's adopted daughter, Bria. yeah, the purple haired mean girl from the Illusion Graveyard episode, that's Adrian daughter in my canon. It had already been like 5 or 6 years since Belos' defeat when Perrin and Adrian got together, so by the time Bria and Gus met again, Bria had matured quite a bit, and openly apologised to Gus for her behaviour. They have a bratty sibling relationship now.

i don't have much of a concept for the Porter-Vernworth kids either, but their names are Julien (blue-haired boy) and Alex (brunette girl), and their both illusionists like their papa and brother. Oh, and Adrian has a little, tiny secret that only the Porters, his family, and the Clawthornes know. Their sworn to secrecy, don't worry about it.

Then, the final couple, Alador and Darius, who tried to act like they weren't dating for a full year before Amity was like "dad i saw him sneak out of your window you aren't subtle". So, Amity and Hunter are step-siblings. the family tree gets a tad complicated don't worry about it. As i mentioned earlier, Alador and Darius work in a lab together reversing Belos' effects and finding the true limits of combined magic types, including glyphs. Emera mentored under them in her 20s. They have, in total, eight kids, the original four; Emera, Edric, Amity, Hunter, and then the new four, Archer, Liora, Diana and Adriel. Archer is technically Eda's kid, Darius and Eda have split custody of her due to the simple fact that Archer "Arie" Clawthorne-Deamonne is, in fact, a grimwalker. One that Hunter found after coming across Belos' Creation Cave. She is still a Caleb grimwalker, but she's a trans girl, and likes to say she looks like her Grand-Abeula (Manny's mom) instead. She struggled for a long time with her identity, between being trans, and being a grimwalker, it took years for her to accept herself. After buzzing her hair right down (with help from Hunter), she found a confidence she had no idea she was capable of. Now an adult, she's a suave butch who falls apart if anyone flirts back. Liora, Adriel, and Diana are less solidly conceptualized, but Adriel is the baby of the family, and is similar to pre-death Asriel Dreemurr in my head. which i guess would make Diana chara.

This post is long as hell so send whatever questions u want to my askbox, but other relevant info:

Lillith is single, childless, and living with Hootie as a rommate, Willow's dads adopted another kid, his name's Thyme, King got a growth spurt and is Fucking Massive, and The Collector has a younger-but-still-super-old sibling called Starlight. Bump finally retired, and it didnt even take 500 years.

Does anyone wanna hear about my owl house next gen au???

[mokeonn]

I'm in the mood to write but not made of clay at the moment so it's time to start my Jekyll and Hyde fic

[willel]

Hi! What do you think about theories saying that Will be the key to defeat Vecna/UD once and for all? TBH, I'm conflicted. I'd love to have more Will moments (especially with El and the Byers) and be Superspy, but at the same time I think El should be the one to finish it/him. I know the UD is stuck on the day Will went missing/is connected to it and he's very siminar to 001, but El banished Henry there years before the kidnapping and they have unfinished business as welll...

I've made a few of those theories myself.

To be clear, the theory is not that Will is gonna do all the work and completely eradicate Vecna all by himself. That's ridiculous.

The idea is that Will is an integral part in defeating him, and when he does whatever role he has to play, it will ultimately lead to Vecna's downfall.

Yes, El and Vecna go way back and have some unfinished business, but Will has been tormented by this guy for 2-3 years at this point. Vecna was literally in his mind and body for a time, the two of them were one (I feel gross saying that) and Will suffered for it.

El deserves to punch him in the face, which has twice now. I just want Will to get a lick in.

Let's go over a hypothetical game plan, a fake one I'm making up. I think I've spoke about it before, but why not again.

So from what we know, Vecna is in at least two place at once. His actual body, which is currently injured and probably hiding somewhere, and his mental body.

In season 4, Max distracted the mental body so that the rest of them could attack the real body. El, in order to protect Max, went to fight the mind body too.

But let's switch it up. Maybe in season 5, El needs to go and find the real body to destroy that and someone else needs to go into the mind and distract him? A dangerous situation, but not else can be done because El NEEDS to destroy the body.

Not only that, even if his body is in a bad state, he's still more powerful than her usually except moments when she has high positive emotion. What can they do about that?

My theory is that Vecna is so powerful do to all the souls he has stolen this far. His mom, his sister, Chrissy, Patrick, Fred, and all the numbered children? All their pain and sorry have amplified his own pain and sorrow, making him more powerful. Unlike El, he draws strength from negative emotions.

Maybe El remembers him telling her that. That everyone is not gone, but in his head? In that case, they not only need someone to go into his mind, but they need someone to free the souls that are trapped there, thereby weakening him.

And what do you know, we have the perfect candidate, William Byers, who is still psychically connected to Vecna's mind!

So the plan is as follows:

El, the "Superhero", must find Vecna (probably with Will's help) and confront his physical form head on, psychic against psychic.

Will, the "Superspy", must sneak into Vecna's mind in the mean time and cut loose all the souls he has captured, thereby slowly giving El the upperhand.

Of course, being in Vecna's mind is a dangerous place to be and Will won't have an easy time if he gets found out before the battle is engaged. Not to mention what trouble he'll have to deal with when Vecna realizes what he's doing in there.

Only when Will and El have both played their parts will Vecna finally be defeated.

Or something.

Will will still get his revenge for all the pain and suffering he's been through. El can finally put the nail in the coffin once and for all, ending her and Will's torment at last.

[365daysofmchart]

pls do a headcanon where kurt and diane has a dughter or son... or both

Welll... it's only taken me three days shy of 4 years and 2 months since I asked for 5+ headcanon prompts and probably at least 4 years since you made this request, Anon (if you, by any chance, happen to still be out there, lol), but I am finally getting around to fulfilling that prompt! (And thank God, it is the last of its kind! ...And yes, I realize that I made this way harder on myself than it was supposed to be, but I'm still allowed to feel the great relief! Ha!).

So here you are, Anon, the beginning to the fulfillment of your prompt, as the final segment of Sundays, a project which was inspired and created by weaving together your prompt with two others I received in a similar vein. I hope you enjoy or, well, if you are no longer around, I hope that others enjoy on your behalf!

PART III, CHAPTER IX: WELCOME... PART I