#when your grandmother is in a cult and now you have to live with the lifelong consequences

[crucifixcavity]

The devil caught your eye, pray till I go blind

[yuan4i]

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➝ yn's a ghibli studio fan (explains the totoro pfp and header) ➝ both kaveh and al haitham have ghibli headers (because of yn) ➝ kaveh has a crush on both al haitham and yn ➝ yn has a crush on al haitham ➝ al haitham has a crush on kaveh ➝ kaveh's dad died when he was younger and his mom lives in fontaine (kaveh's mom moved) ➝ during that time, kaveh lived with al haitham ➝ al haitham's parents died when he was younger, so he lived with his grandmother for the majority of his life ➝ al haitham's grandmother was a kshahrewar student ➝ kaveh planned to be an architect when he was younger, so he bonded and spent a lot of time with al haitham's grandmother ➝ when al haitham's grandmother passed (in the 3rd year of high school), kaveh blamed himself for al haitham's grieving because he thought he had taken all of the time that al haitham and his grandmother could've had together. ➝ after that, kaveh and al haitham started to distance themselves. ➝ kaveh and al haitham's story is heavily inspired by cruel summer (taylor swift!) as for lyrics, it's basically the whole song... (IT'S THEIR SONG!!!) ➝ scara's heavily implied to be queer in this story :)

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al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

[guerim]

Parallels/the story between mother Miranda and mama Isabella in my rpg with them being a couple

So, they have been together for ten months, married but not everything has been easy.

Isabella managed to escape from Gracefield (and alive), we know what supposedly happened, right? She adapted and began living in France, even adopting the surname "Desrosier" She became a great lawyer and she is a great woman in business, in getting what she wants and knowing when to back down and act like a good person. She has many social skills except when her feelings are genuine.

And one day, she was traveling to Romania, there she met her new client, Alcina Dimitrescu, who was having many accusations about the situations of the castle maids and the horrors that happened there. Serious accusations from those who managed to escape the castle.

And for Isabella, it was like working with demons all over again.

Alcina gets very stressed about business, it is difficult to be an entrepreneur in the new century, different from what it was in the 1900s onwards. She and Isabella met regularly in the capital of Romania but one day Alcina couldn't go, she sent one of her daughters instead; in fact she wanted to send Bela but Bela was busy with her "grandmother" and in her place went Cassandra.

Cassandra always liked fun and business was boring for her but she behaved herself and at the end of the day she managed to drag Isabella to a party to take advantage of the fact that they were in the capital. Isabella hates parties. So there she was hiding in the bar drinking a good wine and after a few hours she managed to talk a little with Cassandra and in that conversation Cassandra mentions her "grandma" Miranda. This caught Isabella's attention.

Miranda's small cult had become something big, now she owned beautiful churches, beautiful cathedrals and had enough money to invest even more in research to save her Eva.

And Isabella was determined, she knew that now that she was over forty, getting married would be difficult, not that she cared about it, she didn't care. She even dated a man before but ended it. But she wanted to meet Miranda, a woman with a lot of power, maybe it was Isabella's instincts to go after that.

So, she finds Miranda at the church and she waits for everyone to leave to talk to Miranda. She is then impressed, Miranda is beautiful, blonde, tall with hers 1.85 meters. And nervously, she doesn't know how to hide what she feels when it's genuine so she says to Miranda:

"you're my wife."

Miranda laughs, she looks at that woman, beautiful but bold. In disbelief she asks "what?"

Miranda has always known she was a lesbian, she knows it's normal, she's a biologist and she knows that homosexuality is normal at the same time she was born in the late 1800's in Eastern Europe where it's not normal, at least it wasn't in the past.

Isabella gets mad, why is her new wife laughing? She wants something, she gets it. But she doesn't show anger, she has a calm smile. "You are my wife."

Miranda was in disbelief, she could kill this woman with one hand without making any effort and she was there wanting to impose something. She was also suspicious, what does she want?

"And what makes you believe that I like women?"

Isabella remained silent, staring at Miranda as if it were obvious and Miranda with her arms crossed.

"I know what my wife likes."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, still in disbelief at how bold this woman could be.

"And what's your name?"

"Isabella."

And in this way, Isabella convinces Miranda to go out with her. Miranda wanted to find out what this woman wanted.

But Isabella was serious, she imposed herself and was going to get what she wanted even if it took months and Miranda, suspicious, was going to dissect and know everything about this woman and her intentions.

And so their story begins.

@isabellasgfriend

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

It occurred to me at one point that since it's our grandpa who owned the farm, you could have an infinite amount of cousins who own the farm.

So now two of my farmers are cousins who realised they were both working at the same company after a department transfer and both decided to leave their soul sucking jobs to become farmers.

One of them is my main female farmer when I started using mods for the first time, like expanded. The other is my male farmer who I'm using to explore Ridgeside.

They are basically gender bent versions of their grandparents save for a few differences like skin tone.

So, you know how some of the villagers know about your grandparents? Like Lewis, Evelyn, the cult, the adventure guild etc

How would the characters who knew about Grandpa and Grandma react to seeing how similar the farmer is to their grandparents. Like, the farmer does something that really reminds them of grandpa/grandpa or they notice they have the exact same eyes.

Oh, how I enjoy reading people's stories with their OCs Farmers who are either relatives or friends/neighbours in Stardew Valley! I guess that's why I love the interaction of my OC with my mutual ones ☺️ Your story for your OCs is very sweet, dear anon, thanks for sharing it. Enjoy some headcanons! 🫰💕

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All that Farmers managed to do for the residents of Pelican Town and Ridgeside Village, all the good they did for the entire Amethyne family, Maive will never forget. Their kindness and patience, their desire to help everyone and their drive for perfection... All of these attributes that the elderly head of a much respected noble family had already seen long ago in one chaotic, charismatic and kind Grandpa. Even the way he was always running and rushing about, meddling in other people's business and always keeping his overalls dirty from working on the farm. Maive thought it a little strange: the imperfections and smells of the grass, which she usually found irritating, now make her think about her past, when Farmer's Grandpa and Grandma had been there for Maive in joy and sorrow. The few people who were friends with her not because of her status, but because they thought she was a good person. All of this she now sees in the young Farmer as well.

The moment Evelyn saw Farmer on her doorstep, with their overalls stained with grass and soil, a basket of fresh apples and a smile on their face, she almost mouthed the name of her late old friend. In her youth, Grampa had been a frequent visitor, treating Evelyn, her husband and their then living daughter to ripe berries and fruit almost every week. Always smiling, always cheerful and happy, Grampa was a ray of sunshine for all the residents. Even Evelyn's husband, George, stopped grumbling as usual and gave a firm handshake to the kind neighbour who dropped in for a visit. The Farmer who appeared on her doorstep inadvertently made Evelyn go back in time, to those moments, for so much did the Farmer and Grandpa look alike. In appearance as well as in character.

That fire in their eyes... Belinda and Raeriyala have mentioned more than once how much Farmer looks like their grandmother, but after their adventures in Ridge Forest, opening the portal and preparing for the final battle, both spirits have seen Farmer enter the portal into the corrupted magical forest, and how willingly they are to fight to save Ridgeside Village. Just like their long-time friend whose death they will never forgive Gabriella for. Even these words that the Farmer uttered..... "Don't be afraid, it's gonna be okay!" That was the last thing Belinda heard from Grandma before the portal closed behind her. Both the cult leader and the forest spirit for a moment wanted to even rush towards Farmer already, in order to prevent them from entering the portal. Because they felt that they were losing a good friend again..... But the situation with the dark magic was out of control, and they both only have to believe in her grandchild.

Towards evening, Lewis walked to the Farmer's house, as usual intending to collect all their crops and produce for sale from their shipping bin. The Mayor saw the Farmer outside, not far from the Barn, where they were stroking the head of a cow. The Farmer cooed and played with the cow while the animal closed its eyes and enjoyed scratching behind its ear, rattling its bell around its neck. Lewis smiled warmly, remembering how much he had been afraid of cows as a teen and their powerful hoof strike that could knock him out. It was Farmer's Grandpa, Lewis' food friend, who had taught him how to properly approach these massive animals and and not be intimidated by them. The way the Farmer played with the cows made Lewis remember those wonderful days of his youth when his friend still worked here on this very farm. When Farmer turned to the thoughtful Mayor, Lewis almost said Grandfather's name instead of Farmer's. "You know, Farmer, cows were your grandfather's favourite animals."

[jacenotjason]

hellooo!! helloo!! I have... I have TWO QUESTIONS!! 1. How would each of them react to someone being homophobic/transphobic towards them? 2. uhhh how would they react if they saw their parents? especially the ones that don't like/have never met parents (i was gonna put something else for the second one but uhhh i frogor uh oh)

OH BOY TWO QUESTIONS!! Ok lets all pray Tumblr doenst eat this its gonna be a lot

Ok first question, how would they react to someone being queerphobic to them?

Eddie: “mhm… sure…” he does not care. He deosnt really listen to people in the first place, the second you start trying to offend him he just tones you out. He does not give half a shit. Maybe if you keep talking.. a fuck will fall into his hand!

Poppy: being queerphobic to her?? Eh. Who cares. She lived through a homophobic cult and also bigoted parents, shes got tough skin. Being queerphobic to her children? PREPARE TO CATCH THESE TALONS BIIIITCH

Julie: absolutely roasts you. She takes one look at you and digs up your nastiest trauma some how. Like this “ew a girl dating a girl thats gay (idk how to be homophobic)” “? *looks up and down* okay? I didn’t ask, go tell your mom. Oh, wait shes dead isn’t she? And your father isn’t even present, he left when you were 6 and you had to rely on your Grandfathers homophobic ideology and your Grandmothers abuse. I don’t care what you have to think.” Then the homophobe just lays on the floor in the fetal position.

Sally: “196.251.208.6” get doxxed.

Frank: he just starts crying :( then he goes and tells Eddie and hes gonna stab you

(How do you even be homophobic to someone questioning??) Barnaby: “I know my identity isn’t the root of your anger.. come here, sit down, lets talk it out..” uuuh free therapy? He just summons tea bc all grandpas have the ability to just summon tea

Howdy: i actually have no idea. Ik hes sort of gotten this reputation as violent but hes- guys hes pathetic. He probably just laughs at them and shoos them away, maybe pull the gun from under the counter if he needs to

OK ooo o this ones a little less fun.. if they met their parents

Eddie: quick Eddie lore he was raised in joint custody, his parents hate each other so… uhm.. were getting the gang back together! He’d probably just sit with his face in his hands as his parents fight like “Ohmygod.. guys stop” they blame each other for how Eddie ended up and hes like “Im literally right here”

Poppy: shes long gotten over her fear of her parents. She’s happy and thats all that matters, she’ll happily tell off her parents like a GIRLBOSS YEAAAHHH happily explain how she escaped the cult they sent her too and how happy she is rn

Julie: uhm.. Julie’s parents are dead. Next question. Lmao ok but fr if she like.. came back to life she’d be so happy :3 she, and all the other joyfuls, were raised by a single mom and Julie got all her “men are trash, defend urself, never be afraid to punch a man” type ideology from her mom and her mom was super accepting and she misses herrr :((

Sally: now you may think Sally has a terrible relationship with her parents.. but she doesnt :3 shes unable to see her mom (for agoraphobic, mental health, and also legal reasons) but she loves her a lot. Her mom did sort of raise her in shitty conditions, but Sally doesn’t blame her at all and misses her a lottt wah

Frank: no

Barnaby: ooohh no… so uuh lore for those that dont know, Barnaby’s parents gave him up to the “”””boarding school”””” when he was four and he doesnt remember them. He’d probably be happier then he should to meet them, but most definitely get gaslit by his parents :( like they have what Barnaby thinks is a normal conversation but really isnt.. someone stop it q-p

Howdy: he fuckin loves his dad!! And all his family!!! And he sees them regularly, so itd just be a normal visit

AAA big post ee

Also tumblr didnt eat it thank u tumblr

[bee-ina-boat]

hi friends :D! i FINALLY finished my concept art for mythos!Jon and im so happy with him- look at him. plese. i spent so long on this

the sketches were all of my initial concept art for him! he's. so fun to draw. even if it did take me a bit to figure out how to do so. i love his hair ;_; <3

overall his design is very inspired roman Catholicism but. like. more fun? idk lol i just vibe with it. might make the tie darker? and the gloves with his cassock might look good with another color? eh! whatev, i might change it i might not- but this is it so far :D!

for context the Magnus Mythos is an au where the fears are gods rather than paranormal entities like in canon- here is my initial post on that if you want to know more! or if you just want to see art of the Ceaseless watcher :3!!! im really so happy so many of y'all seemed to like it ;w; it makes me feel so warm aa ilu all <3

putting all Jon's lore stuff under the cut!!!

highly recommend you read the linked post because alot of this probably wont make much sense otherwise dsjgfdjgfdb-

so, as a young child Jon grew up neutral on religion. his grandmother didn't favor any one of the gods more than the other and that sort of thinking carried over to him for a good while

when Jon was 8, he had a close encounter with a creature born from the Web: a giant spider that would tell you your fate (and possibly offer you a gift) if you gave it a sacrifice

Jon had found an old fable book with a map to it's nest. of course he had no intention of following it, just enjoying the stories inside! but a thief snagged the book from him- and upon realizing what the book led too -took Jon with him as his sacrifice

when they reached the nest after a long journey, the thief presented Jon to the spider. but the spider did not take him, it took the thief- and the little Jon could only watch, frozen in terror, as his captor was eaten by the giant spider.

after it finished its meal, the spider told Jon that his fate was of a cosmic importance, "I'm quite excited to see how this plays out," it said.

naturally this was kinda traumatizing for the child that literally just wanted to read but ok :l

the whole experience brought jon a phobia of spiders, a distrust and fear of strangers, general paranoia, ptsd, and a rejection of the webs power and the concept of fate as a whole

now- its not uncommon for some people to reject the powers of certain gods? some things born from their power are quite unpleasant, so there are steps one may take to protect themselves from the powers of one or more of the gods. (its complicated to explain but i hope that makes sense-)

suffice to say jon does NOT want to be controlled or have his fate decided by anyone or anything like that! being THAT important is scary!!! so he tries very hard to prevent any powers of the web coming near him- and he also tries to keep a low profile so he can live a calm and peaceful life without. yknow. being an important part of the fate of the entire bloody world.

he turns to the cult of the Beholding for salvation. after all, its whole thing is being aware and knowing things, and jon wanted nothing more than to know what wanted to hurt him and what didn't.

moving to London, he joined the House of Magnus, and went from a devotee to a researcher.

he became friends with Tim: a man who turned to the beholding out of his own rejection for the Stranger, and Sasha: a young woman who'd worshipped the beholding and worked at the house of magnus her entire life.

things were great for a while, and then the head archivist, Gertrude Robinson, disappeared.

normally the previous archivist would choose someone to pass the position down to, but her disappearance meant that the current head of the church, Elias, would have to choose instead. and he gave the position to Jon

it was absurd! Jon didn't want the position of archivist- everyone knew about the prophecy and Jon certainly didn't want that much pressure on him!!

not to mention- it became pretty much expected that Sasha would become the next archivist! given her history of devotion, her skills, all the work she did for everyone, hell- Gertrude even mentored her for half her life for god's sake!

Elias's reasoning was that Gertrude had broken the Archivists oath: to always protect and preserve knowledge. he claimed that the Ceaseless Watcher itself had requested Jon rather than Sasha, as Gertrude's choices were not to be trusted. and it was not up for debate what their patron wanted...

so there was no choice. jon was terrified, sasha was devastated, and tim was furious for them both.

the ceremony went on, jon was given the Watchers Crown (the sacred headpiece of the archivist) and then he went down to the archives with tim and sasha as his chosen assistants.

Elias sent down another down with them- Martin, a librarian who devoted himself to both the eye and the web. Jon was not so keen to be trusting a devotee of the web, especially with all the stress going through his head at the moment- so he wasn't very warm to martin.

as the archivist- jon does his best to do the work he was given, frequently requesting help and teachings from sasha as she clearly knew more about this than him. all throughout, he squished any spider he found. and stubbornly refused to give in to any possible notion of him being the one from the prophecy. he couldnt be. he refused it.

but the will of one man is far outweighed by that of a god, and at some point he just might have to accept the responsibility he deep down knows is his...

AAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS ALOT- if you read this entire fucking essay then just know i love you so so so much and i am hugging you tightly ;_;

thanks for dealing with another round of my brainrot!! im thinking of working on sasha, martin, or the web's design next :3

[fire-but-ashes-too]

get to know my oc!

thank you so so so much @flock-from-the-void for the tag <3

im so excited to do this, finally all the unnecessary traits I gave her will be useddd so so happy

gently tagging: @leisoree @rmgrey-author @digital-chance @maewrites13 @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @anonymousfoz and anyone else who'd like to join :)

this is my forever beloved (and one of my first ocs that managed to not get tossed away) Giada from Flowers and Homicide (before it was murderous roses)

As I step in the lab, a rotting smell fills my nostrils. I'm seriously tempted to drop this crazy interview and go back home, but then I think of my boss.

And so I keep on walking through hell, knowing that the previously cited boss's rage would be even worse.

There's some guy cleaning a syringe near what I presume is a corpse (don't vomit, don't vomit, dont' vomit) and so I approach him and ask him if he knows where a girl named Giada could be.

After a couple seconds, he sends me off in direction of a room with glass panels, through them I catch sight of a dark, curly mass of hair and knock on the door.

"Hello, are you by any chance Giada?" the foreign name is still new on my tongue, I hope I didn't pronounce it wrong.

"Yes, that's me! What can I help you with?" she answers smiling brightly at me.

"I'm from Tumblr-News," I explain "I was hoping you'd have time for a couple of questions..."

"Oh! Sure! I'm on my break right now, so we have a good 20 minutes for talking"

Are you named after anyone?

Huh, interesting question. No, I wasn't named after a person, but an object. A gemstone. See, my family's half Italian and Giada, in Italian, means jade, also my grandmother's favourite stone.

I think she said something about a ring and a proposal.... doesn't matter though.

When was the last time you cried?

Ha haa... Is this really necessary? Yeah? Ok..Yesterday. I just'd just gotten my period and ice cream fell on my shirt. Don't judge, it makes me really emotional.

The period. Not the ice-cream.

Do you have kids?

Do I really look that old? Damn. And no, I don't have kids and don't plan on them.

Do you use sarcasm?

I believe sarcasm should be a love language. Yes I do, anytime I can, I love it, it's half of my personality.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Well, I'm a med student, so probably the overall appereance, if they're sleeping enough, if they're eating enough, stuff like that.

Also if they look like a murderer. Or like a person who killed someone.

Guilty, in general.

What's your eye colour?

They're jade, like my name. Just kidding, I'd love to have green eyes but I don't have them.

She leans closer to me and opens her eyes more than I thought was humanly possible.

I don't know if you can see through the glasses, but there is a bit of mud green in the brown, so technically my eyes are a bit green.

Mostly brown though.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm literally standing in a lab full of cadavers. What do you think?

Any special talents?

Oh oh I know this! I can lick my nose! Want to see?

she brings her tongue to her nose and makes a muffled scream while pointing to it.

I also have an apparently worrying knowledge about poisons and death, but I'm studying forensic, can you blame me?

Where were you born?

In an hospital? Duh. It was in San Francisco if you care to know.

What are your hobbies?

I've already said poisons but I'll say it again, they are super interesting, did you know we exist just because some ancient monkeys got high? many times, and those chemicals extended their brain cells and so they got smarter. It's amazing!

I also love magic, I've thought about joining a cult or something, but those people are mad. Worse than me. I've been to a session, and they were all dressed up strange, candles everywhere, there was the star on the ground, you know that star in the circle? That one.

But I firmly believe in faeries, coincidences do not exist, it's them meddling with our lives. You can't change my mind.

Do you have any pets?

I've always wanted a lizard or something like that, maybe a snake even if I'm low-key scared of them. They're absolutely stunning, but what if one bites me? They are super venomous.

But when I was little I had a goldfish, his name was Alastair, it was my favourite character from a book, can't remember which. It died after month.

It's buried in my parents' backyard. Poor little thing.

Any sport that you play/played?

I think you can tell that I'm not the sportiest person ever, but I was on the track team.

I absolutely sucked, but I was in it.

Oh and in winter I always went skiing with my family so also that.

How tall are you?

I'm 5.3 and I hate it. At least I can wear heels. But I usually don't cause they hurt my feet, apart from a pair of boots, those are my salvation. Sometimes I even wear them here, not today tho.. sorry I'm blabbering.

What's your favourite subject?

Oh, it's the first year I'm taking it but it's super interesting, it's called anesteti- anast- anesthesiology... Yeah anesthesiology. Hate the name love the subject. I think I like it because most anesthetics are also poisons.

But yeah, right now it's my favourite subject.

And finally, what's your dream job?

Coroner. Or working in the forensic squad.

Right now I'm in an internship, but if it goes well they might keep me around even next year.

"And that's it, thank you so much or answering, I'll leave you to... whatever you'll be doing" I smile uncomfortably and hug her quickly.

"Just in time, by break's over so I better get working"

She sets down her cup and shrugs on a white lab coat, quickly waves at me and just like that she's gone.

I walk as fast as I can, anxious to get rid of this disgusting smell.

[itsalatingirl]

I just read a post claiming that LOA (Law of Attraction) and manifesting communities are like a cult, followed by a lengthy argument about how manifesting bloggers are dishonest.

Let me share a little story:

I grew up on a small farm in a small town in Colombia. I was raised with limited resources—using an old computer, wearing secondhand clothes my cousins passed down, and without much support from my parents. I was raised primarily by my grandmother and aunts, but I still managed to have a happy childhood surrounded by dogs and chickens. When I turned 17, I set an intention: I wanted to study abroad and have more in life.

Long story short, the universe aligned with my wishes and opened a path for me. By the time I was 22, I found myself in Budapest, Hungary, enjoying a full scholarship to study Sociology. I remember sitting there, drinking coffee with a view I had only dreamed of.

I won’t go into all the ups and downs of those years, but by the end, I felt drained and unfulfilled in my dating life. I felt lost, lonely, and tired. One night, I wrote down in my notes app the qualities I wanted in a partner and my desire for stability in life. It was October 2020. Today, November 8th, 2024, I’m living my best life in the U.S. with a wonderful husband, planning our future together, and now I'm manifesting our first home.

Don’t let the negativity of others affect your manifestations! I’m proof that the universe listens.

Manifesting isn’t always easy; sometimes it feels like it takes too long for our dreams to unfold. But don’t give up! If it’s meant for you, it’s yours!

BTW GPT DID NOT WRITE THIS!

[darby-draws]

@marscats37 But also I’m curious to know more about dominos grandma 👀

Wahoo!!! Yeah I like her a lot (really should design her). Here's a stream of consciousness on her! Hope you enjoy!

She's a pretty powerful witch and has been studying for decades. Her specialty is summoning minor demons as familiars, she literally has several running around her property like if pets were a little more helpful around the house. Mostly has some outside patrolling for anything weird or dangerous on her property, as guard dogs and a warning system. If you saw them, they'd appear shadowy, you'd probably squint and say, must be a stray cat, or a raccoon. Scampered off too fast to be sure... She had a son, but they became estranged when he started getting into darker magic and becoming violent and angry all the time. She knows he joined a cult of similar magic users, and last she heard they were trying to bind demons to children. (Taboo!! BAD! Demon binding is supposed to be about trust between the two parties, you can't force a kid into that! Augh!) But the group is hard to find, there's not much she can do to stop them all by herself, and she lost contact with her son for years.

She does eventually hear that her son has succeeded putting a demon in a child, his very own son, Dominique. (You can read up on that here!) Surprise, you're a grandmother now, and I'm so so sorry about what your son has done to get to this point. Unfortunately he's already been doing this for years, and she only gets to Domino after her son is dead. But boy, Domino really needed saving from that place and she's so glad to have found and rescued him from the situation! Her grandson is a bit shy and jumpy at the start, but immediately attaches to her as she treats him with love and kindness. (cries!)

She speaks mostly in French to Dominique, and is quite skilled at baking pastries and sweets to satisfy his sweet-tooth. :3 Absolutely ready to spoil him to the core, and hopefully can get his bound demon to trust her soon enough! They love watching movies together, and Grandma reveals she used to ride around the countryside on a little Vespa. This gets Domino interested in bikes and things, they soon go shopping for a bike of his very own and he picks out a cool helmet! :)

Unfortunately as they settle into their little neighborhood, its obvious that Dominique doesn't cope very well and doesn't fit in with other kids, either. He just wants to be a normal kid okay? *sad wet pathetic eyes* Grandma puts the demon to sleep with a powerful spell and represses memories of it. They even considered removing it completely, but that would be very complicated, as Dom and his demon are very intertwined in the soul. It's best to wait to see if that's a feasible option when Doms older. Once the demon is settled, they move once again, this time to a big, more private plot of land. ((this is where he meets Leigh and tries to be a Normal Teen Guy, with a friend! he's decently successful at this..! he has his quirks though, wearing his bike helmet often even when hes not riding, he's shy, don't look at him.. and maybe being a bit of a crybaby.))

Repressing the demon does give side effects, Domino often gets headaches or feels ill especially when going through stress or big emotional states.

The demon sleep spell isn't permanent, but can be redone or reinforced to keep it going strong and lessening the symptoms temporarily. When they do this, Grandma simply tells Domino that she's giving him herbal medicine and spells to make him feel better from the frequent headaches, not specifically telling him what she's doing so she doesn't trigger memories related to the demon.

Of course, the demon can also potentially break the spell and awaken before you're ready, so it may be best to avoid triggering it with big emotionally charged situations.

Luckily, Domino does fine keeping the demon at bay for several years. He moves away as an adult and is out living his life for a while. Yippee!

But that doesn't last forever...! Grandma knows his demon awoke one night when Dom calls home, very distraught. He killed a man but won't go into details further than that. But for some reason, he seems more comforted with his demon around him now, it will protect him, so maybe he'll try out having it with him all the time. No need to sleep-spell it again, and especially don't want to risk removing it completely!

After being repressed for so long, the demon wants Dominique all to himself and is fueled by jealousy. It hates having people look at His Dominique, and has somehow cursed it's host and makes anyone who looks at him for too long nauseous and dizzy and generally feeling bad. Well, whatever curse the demon is throwing out there, is the new reason Domino is always wearing his biker helmet as an adult. Grandma is immune to this curse though. She's built different! Demons have a good rapport with her, and she's just so used to their shenanigans! Also, I mean, she loves her little Dominique so so sooooo much! A curse only a Grandma could love! 🥰

She has photos of Domino all over her house, some of which are without his helmet!! (Literally anyone who comes to visit who sees the photos gets ill effects. dizzy, blurry vision, maybe even nosebleeds.)

Grandma met Parker and Quinn when she was trying to get an ancient tome of summoning demons delivered to her house. (she couldn't trust fedex for such a powerful book! she found these Genuine Qualified Discreet Package Deliverers.) She can ... definitely sense that they used the book, something is up with Quinn for sure.

She invites them in to her home, has a demon familiar boil up some water for tea, and chats with them! Parker wanders the halls a bit and looks at some photos... Grandma: "That's my grandson isn't he so handsome! 😊" Parker, migraine quickly growing: "huh what yeagh, sure." Grandma: 🥰🥰🥰

Anyway, Grandma didn't fully get the chance to figure out what was happening to Quinn, so once those two leave, she calls Domino and asks him to follow them. Just a little quest to check up on them, maybe make some friends! Thanks Grandma!

[candycandy00]

Omg that last story is terrifying I would have nightmares 😭😳 I sent that ask because I saw a video about a lady who said that she shuts her windows and never looks out into the dark cause shes scared of seeing someone or something 🫢 which got me remembering that candy also lives in Appalachia

Also I feel like it’s really good that you don’t believe in the supernatural cause if you do that’s when your mind starts to trick you into seeing things😭😭 omg either way tho ty for sharing your scary stories 😨😨

Hey, anon! I’m glad you came back because I realized I forgot to share the creepiest story I’ve ever heard. This was told to me around 20 years ago and it still freaks me out. 

So this was told to me by my mom’s then boyfriend. Let’s call him Bob. And Bob was a big guy. 6’4” and very well built and fit for a man in his early 60’s. He was an avid outdoorsman, loved camping and going on several day long hunting trips into the woods alone. All this to say that Bob was NOT an easy man to scare and he was very accustomed to being alone in the wooded mountains. 

This happened to him a couple of years before he met my mom. He’d just gotten divorced and gave his ex wife the house. While looking for a new house to buy himself, he was living in his full size camper, which a friend of his allowed him to park on some property he owned. This property was huge and sprawling and covered a very wooded area. Bob thought it would actually be fun to stay out there, hunting and fishing and just enjoying nature. After all, he’d spent many weekends hunting there with his friend. 

But this time he was alone.

Now Bob had these nifty headphone things that could amplify sounds from the surrounding area. I have no idea what they’re actually called but he used them while hunting to pick up the sounds of deer and other animals nearby. So one night, when he thought he heard very faint human voices, he put on the headphones to listen more closely. 

It was chanting. Several different voices, chanting. He listened for a while, and said it was probably the most eerie sound he’d ever heard in his life. As he kept listening, he realized a couple of voices stopped chanting and started talking. Even with the headphones, it was hard to make out exactly what they were saying, but he distinctly heard the words “the man in the camper”. Which means they were aware that he was in the woods with them, they knew exactly where he was, and they were apparently discussing him. 

Sufficiently freaked out, he grabbed his rifle and sat up all night, watching the doors and listening. At one point it sounded like the chanting was getting closer, and at another point he heard strange sounds like they were moving things around. But no one ever tried to come in. 

The next morning, Bob went outside and found a dead fox lying on the hood of his truck, and all around his camper, there were strange bundle of sticks tied together. 

He decided to rent an apartment until he got a new house. 

Looking back, he said it was possibly some strange cult, or people trying to perform witchcraft. I personally don’t believe in witchcraft despite my grandmother being a professed witch, but a lot of people do believe, and I’ve heard many stories about people going into the woods to try to do rituals. 

Anywho, the woods can be scary and sometimes they do play tricks on your eyes/mind. Is that a bear I saw? Is that a dark figure behind that tree? Probably not lol. But sometimes it’s fun to wonder. 

Overall, I love these mountains and these woods. I grew up playing in them and exploring and my strongest feeling about them is that they protect me. We’ve never had a tornado in my little neighborhood because the mountains make it very difficult for one to reach us. They give us privacy, shade, and fertile ground for growing things. So yeah, I’m really appreciative of them. 😊

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

“I think I can kinda feel something working. It’s stronger now that Ewan’s around. Can you feel it too?”

Theo rocked back on his feet and placed another cupcake in his mouth. Things were going slowly so far-too slowly. At this rate, they would never find out if Ewan was related to Adam and Remy. He’d be at home in bed for the night before any signal got back to his stalkers.

“Your dad makes the best cupcakes. Like seriously, these are amazing.”

After their encounter with Roman in the kitchen, Theo had “accidentally” liberated a plate of cupcakes intended for the dinner. The frosting was intricate, homemade and incredibly addicting. Adam would ask for the recipe if he thought there was an actual chance of him replicating the delicious treats, but only Roman it seemed had the skill to pull them off. Saturnia might learn it in time given her skill set, but for now, Roman was the only way to access the desserts he had become known for. Stealing a whole plate of them was so amazing a find that it almost overshadowed their important work. 

Once they’d found a tea set stocked with expensive tea in the queen’s old rooms, the two boys began to relax. This clandestine operation was on track so far and aside from some slow magic slowing them down, things were going okay.

“So these were the rooms of Queen Celeste? The witch who tried to kill Death along with the Strangetown cult...er, I mean coven? This is an amazing suite! I wonder what else she had stored around here?”

Adam lowered his eyes to the floor, obviously distracted by Theo’s words. Far too late, Theo realized that he was speaking dismissively about the “restructuring” the Strangetown coven had had to undergo. The coven his mother was single-handedly keeping together because of her brother’s actions.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Adam,” Theo said quickly. “I wasn’t thinking. Are you okay being here where one of the leaders of the coven lived? I just assumed that because it was empty, we could-”

“It’s fine, Theo,” Adam reassured his boyfriend. He sipped his tea quietly for a moment. “That all happened before I was born. I never knew any of them, but my mom was devastated when they died. I still catch her crying sometimes when she thinks she’s alone. She probably couldn’t be here in this room, but it doesn’t really bother me. Well, actually no. It makes me sad. Sad and angry that my uncle and her friends could do that to her. The world can be a really horrible place sometimes.”

“You’re telling me,” Theo laughed awkwardly. “I get it. Thank god my grandmother is dead, or whatever did happen to her. At least I don’t have to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for her in dark, secret corners. Having some closure makes things easier for your mom, I’d imagine.”

“Yeah, that definitely helps.”

After a long pause, Theo asked the question that had been plaguing him for a while.

“So what happens if this guy is your long lost brother? Does anything change?”

“I guess Winterfest plans change,” Adam sighed, picturing having to spend an extended period of time with the annoying Ewan. “We see him on family dinner night maybe? I don’t know. My dad’s not that hard to get a hold of, Theo. If his mom really wanted to let my dad know she was pregnant, then I can’t see why she couldn’t have done that. I mean, even Queen Claudia can be reached reliably through the right channels and my dad isn’t anywhere near as important as she is. This whole thing felts weird.”

“Ewan feels weird,” Theo agreed. “Can you sense some of what I’m feeling when he’s nearby? It’s like he’s empty, magically just nothing. I’ve never met someone like that before.”

“Hmmm, I can maybe feel a little bit of what you’re feeling, yes. It’s not as intense as I thought it would be.”

Theo nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, my parents always acted like blood connections were this horrible, dangerous thing,” Theo confided. “I think probably because their connection was so damaged and warped by the end that it was dangerous for them. If anything, this pact is barely a magical trickle of energy. It’s boring and ineffective. Next time we try a harder spell.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

Adam chuckled while Theo flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I mean maybe, if you want to...I’m not really expecting- well that is-”

“Relax Theo, I’m teasing you,” Adam laughed, easing Theo’s anxiety. “Maybe there will be a next time, maybe there won’t. I’m okay with either if everything is safe. We make a good team.”

Theo poked at the crystal that they’d brought with them and a suspicious amount of salt he’d taken from the kitchen when his father was distracted by the mystery of his missing cupcakes. Adam was obsessed with crystals, probably more than even a practicing member of the Crystal Cove coven was. He had an anxiety soothing crystal (which Theo thought was a scam for how useful it was at soothing Adam’s worries), a crystal to relieve headaches during exams, a crystal to find missing items in their dorm, a crystal he used to predict pop quizzes (which Theo was also skeptical of) and a crystal for enhancing spells. There were probably many other crystals that Theo had yet to find, along with stones from their many walks in the forest that he insisted were “special”. This crystal was supposedly going to enhance the blood pact and kick it into gear so they could finally get a clear answer about Ewan...if it worked.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

Theo flipped to a certain passage in his text book and read the latin inside, calling for their blood connection to be increased to solve the question their pact was formed to answer.

For a minute, nothing happened and Theo poked once more at the crystal in front of him angrily.

“Do you see anything? I think maybe I do. Is the room getting more blue to you? The walls look blue now.”

Theo paused to consider Adam’s words. The walls maybe did look oddly coloured all of a sudden. He could feel a strong pounding noise echo through his head. Almost like a drumbeat urging him into action.

“I have to go find Ewan,” he exclaimed, standing too quickly and faltering. “This is working, or at least I hope it is. Something is happening. I have to go!”

Adam stared nervously as Theo bolted from the room. His head did feel a little funny, but nothing like Theo was describing. If he were to write a paper on the experience for class, he would have to assume the pact was working as intended. Theo was using the spell on himself while receiving information on the bloodline that Adam was broadcasting, so it was reassuring that Theo was having the stronger reaction. If Adam had been as driven as his boyfriend to go find an answer to their question, he would have to assume that the connection made between them was faulty and that he and Theo had merged incorrectly. Not only did this information make him worry less about their spell work, but he was also incredibly proud of his boyfriend. Very few people could do blood magic and even fewer could do it correctly. Theo was going to be one of the standout students in their age bracket without any doubt.

“Can I have a pink one? I really like the pink kind.”

Victoriana stared at the collection of treats before her, her eyes lighting up at every selection. Roman had outdone himself, likely to impress the ruling monarch of the largest country and her family. Well, Victoriana was very impressed. She had already tried two different pastries and licked the spoons in the frosting mixing bowl clean, clearing a path to the cupcakes. Each one was a work of art with dazzling designs and specially designed toppings and if she’d been left unsupervised in the room, they would have all been eaten long before her mother had joined them.

“You don’t want to ruin your dinner,” Roman chided softly. “I worked hard on that too and I think you’re going to like it.”

“Does it have peas in it? I don’t like peas. I could just skip the peas and eat a cupcake now. I can’t spoil something I’m not going to eat.”

Roman smiled at the preteen, seeing so much of Theo and his girls in the young princess. If he had a dollar for every bargain Theo had tried to make to avoid eating vegetables, he wouldn’t be worrying about supporting his restaurant like he was.

“Sorry princess, but your mom’s the boss and she says no skipping dinner for cupcakes. You can help me start the cake icing if you want though. It should be- oh, goddamn it!”

Roman swore far too loudly for a dignified palace when he stumbled and watched the cupcake in his hands fly through the air, ruining a solid twenty minutes of work.

Theo ran down the stairs, not even hiding the fact that he was running from within the forbidden area of the castle.

“Remy! Remy!”

Remy looked irritably at Theo as he stormed into the room, thankfully sparing her the need to think of something mundane to talk about with their target.

“Theo, thank god. What took you so long? Were you and Adam making out somewhere when you know that you had a prior commitment? I can’t stand this anymore. It’s not even possible that I’m related to this guy, he’s an asshole.”

Ewan didn’t look surprised to hear Remy’s frustrated confession and ordinarily, that would have sent Theo spiraling to think up a new story. But now?

His heartbeat thundered in his temple as he tried to make sense of the scene before him. Remy and Ewan sat on a couch, barely hiding their disdain for each other. He blinked and saw an entirely different scene before him, one he could hardly fathom.

Blood pulsed through their veins and Theo could feel Remy and Ewan’s heartbeats as strongly as his own. Remy’s blood pressure was rising with her anger. She was born in Pleasantview, he could see her ties to the land, where she’d began. Her paternal great-grandmother’s name was Remy and they both had black hair and the same freckles. He could see both Remy’s in his mind as clearly as if they were standing side by side before him. Her maternal great-grandfather Adam Thompson stepped into view as well as her paternal great-grandfather Prince Adam Walter. Their names seeped out of them, ebbing into Theo’s mind. The two Adams joined hands and pointed at Theo’s now glowing hand that had been linked to Adam Darktide and suddenly an image of his own Adam stepped into view. Blood called to blood and names called to names; everything was connected.

He turned his eyes to Ewan, who was still eerily staring at him. His name was Ewan MacLeod and he’d been born in Pleasantview to Lynette MacLeod. Two Remys and three Adams turned to welcome him into Theo’s sight. 

“Ewan.” Theo whispered the word into life and watched several new lights spark into existence like tiny beacons of flames. Prince Ewan and Ewan Jr Goldman appeared, but Theo looked past them. That wasn’t the branch of the Maricourt-Darktide  family tree he was interested in. No, he wanted Ewan G Lind Maricourt, Adam and Remy’s father. 

The Maricourts were a secretive family and several members had just a single G hung in their name, seemingly just to frustrate those who sought out their true names. If Theo concentrated, using his connection to Adam, he could get a sense of the vague shape of the G starting name, but nothing came clearly into vision. It was an interesting tactic for self defense, one that Theo envied. Adam didn’t know the name either, which just raised more questions for the teen. Did the children named with the mysterious G name know what it stood for? Did they learn it before they passed on the name to their children or had the true name been lost to the centuries? Was just “G” accurate enough to provide protection against blood magic if no one knew the actual true name or did “G” become the true name if no one remembered what it stood for? This was a question Theo vowed to raise with his teachers later on. There was so much to see and learn with blood magic and he’d barely scratched the surface of his abilities. Why had he never tried practicing his spells on this scale before? Surely this must be how Life and Death saw the universe, each little spark igniting a chain reaction until the entire universe revealed its secrets.

Theo somehow pulled himself away from the Maricourt naming dilemma to the Maricourt family dilemma. It wasn’t easy. He could stare at the interconnections in his world for centuries and still not learn it all.

He watched as Ewan G Lind Maricourt settled back into view, holding his hand out towards the burning brilliance of Adam and Remy. A spark floated by them echoing Miruna’s name and Theo let it pass. He was getting closer. His own voice called out to him, repeating the name he’d used to create the pact in the first place.

“Ewan, uh, Maricourt?”

It wasn’t exact. Every Ewan in Adam’s family tree rose again to obscure his view. He squeezed his eyes shut, focused as hard as he could and repeated the name. The blood in his veins boiled as the magic rebelled against him. A sharp pain burned its way into his mind, but it was becoming clearer. His target was Ewan MacLeod, child of Pleasantview, child of Lynette and child of Ewan G Lind Maricourt.

Theo gasped at the strength of the connections before him. Ewan MacLeod blazed beside his siblings with the intensity of a star. He had been telling the truth all along; he was Adam’s brother.

His teachers would tell him to stop there now that he had his answer, but Theo was hooked on the revelations before him. Curious, he turned his attention inward. He might never get another chance to see himself like this, or at least not until he was almost graduating school. It was eerie seeing his own existence stretched out before him.

Theodosius Ulysses Bellamy, born in Arkhelios in a small section of land surrounded by dark churning water. Darkness surrounded him. He could feel the weight of the curse he had been born with just as intensely as he remembered it. It tied him to Abraham Helios Sr and the death that awaited him by a demon’s hand, to the curse seared into the flesh of Romanus Bellamy. Death and hatred surrounded Theo, clouding his vision. He felt the slow burning hatred of his ancestors, ancestors who harboured this hatred for Theo as well. They wanted him dead. He was supposed to be dead.

“Theo? Are you okay? You’re kind of creeping me out here.”

Remy’s words of concern faded into the background, irritating the young teen but not penetrating the haze he found himself in. There was something strong pulling to him and he needed to follow it with every molecule in his body, safety be damned. An image of his great-uncle Hunter Bellamy floated towards him, slowing him down. Hunter had been born Theo Helios and Theo himself had been named to honour this fact. He never really saw Hunter Bellamy due to his terrible relationship with Roman, but Theo could still sense his connection to the man. Their true names were both Theo which joined them both in blood and by name. Theo didn’t know the first thing about Hunter or his life, but the connection between them was strong.

He could feel the warmth of his father’s light burning in the castle down the hall, calling to him. Just as Ewan and Adam and Remy circled their father, Theo was called to his. Pain jolted through him as the memory of his curse wrapped around his body, seeking re-entry. This wasn’t right, the curse had been broken years ago, or so he’d believed. This all consuming darkness hadn’t left him. It called to every part of him, longing to be reunited. He had developed as a fetus with the darkness pressing itself into his very being; he could feel the inevitability of its return in his very soul. It had been a part of him that was amputated, but a still a part of him all the same.

Theo removed himself from the room somehow, whether by walking or teleporting or even just magically floating away from the Darktide family, he couldn’t be sure. He could hear laughter calling to him even stronger.

The princess was laughing at his father, who now had cupcake smeared along the edge of his coat and a frustrated expression.

The words Romanus Bellamy called to him, intertwining with the brilliant light standing beside him that spelled Victoriana. Victoriana had many names and many titles, but she was young and unguarded enough for Theo to see past those, far closer to her true name than he should ever be. Through Adam’s connection to his newly discovered half-brother, Theo had learned more about Ewan’s identity. He had a devastating suspicion about why he could see through the titles of the crown princess of Pleasantview. Of why she shone so brilliantly next to his father. He had gone searching for an answer to Adam’s family mystery and revealed a crushing answer of his own by accident. Just when he thought that his respect for his father couldn’t get any lower.

Theo was the half-brother of the future monarch of Pleasantview. His father had been hiding this secret all this time; hiding this shame. When was Theo going to find out about this? Was his father ever planning to tell him? Did his other father know?

He could feel the darkness that surrounded him pull him closer. It brushed against his eyes, swirling in his nostrils as he inhaled the anger and hurt and fear he had been made for. Perhaps this was why his teachers urged him to not actively practice blood magic until he was older. He remembered vividly being overwhelmed as a child when he ran away from home and tried practicing blood magic untrained. He had almost died back then. Maybe the curse he’d spent his entire life running away from would kill him now. It didn’t matter, not really. 

Theo could faintly hear the sound of his father’s voice call to him, but it was too late. He was underwater, drifting away into the comforting embrace of the curse that had been custom made just for him. He couldn’t feel the anger anymore; he couldn’t feel anything really. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the sound of Adam’s voice, calling him desperately back to safety.

[cityandking]

black 4, green 2, purple 2, silver 4 for daichi, minah & anticlea!

I love u!! // medieval heraldry oc asks

Has your OC always feared the loss of the same thing - perhaps a loved one, a valuable artifact or a carefully nurtured reputation? Or do they look back with amusement on what once felt important to them?

DAICHI — well his worldview (worlds-view?) has expanded quite a great deal recently, but at the end of the day he's always feared loss of the same thing, which is his person (people, now). there's a reason he went shield paladin and all that. he stands by his conviction. MINAH — minah looks back at what she used to fear losing with immense cynicism and some measure of self-disgust. she's lost a lot over the years and has very much revised her hierarchy of what's important CLEA — she's always feared loss of the same thing (a loved one), but it wasn't a real fear until suddenly it was. she was a grandmother already when it went from a distant, theoretical fear to a real thing. but it was also the kind of fear she could act on, so she did, to the best of her ability.

How hopeful is your OC about the future? Do they see things as becoming better in general - either for them personally or the world at large? Or do they feel as if decline and disaster are inevitable and all that can be done is to delay the final end for as long as possible?

DAICHI — okay well first of all until very recently daichi's thoughts about the future were *static noises* in a sort of self-sacrificial, passively suicidal way (which. self-fulfilling prophecy I guess), so on the personal level I wouldn't say there was a lot of hope. in terms of a theoretical future that may or may not involve him, he felt. pretty bleak actually? like he was well aware of the Void and its creeping tendrils and the Owl Traveller and the staining of the worlds and all that so. not a great look! but he also doesn't believe it's an inevitable decline, and is (was) quite willing to give his life for the possibility of a better ending (also a self-fulfilling prophecy maybe?) and he'll stand by that decision a hundred times over. he's a creature of faith, no matter how much of a struggle that might be. sorry to his loved ones. MINAH — gonna level with you, I don't think minah has thought about the future. she's a live-in-the-moment kind of gal. that said, she's not an optimist to begin with, and with the way things are trending right now (especially given the Orlais-Tevinter tensions and the Blight and the Tevinter cults and all that) she's not super hopeful. things are fucked. CLEA — clea absolutely 100% unequivocally believes that things will turn out right and we can make it so. even in the darkest and bleakest of times she believes in the power of turning on a little light and planting something to watch it grow

Is your OC comfortable in the higher echelons of society, such as aristocratic functions or assemblies of the rich and powerful? Or do they prefer to avoid these events if possible?

DAICHI — he's definitely uncomfortable among shows of wealth and power and Would Prefer Not To. however, paradoxically, the higher echelons are some of the most regulated by rules of politeness and propriety and that is something dai can navigate without trouble. give him a hundred social rules to memorize and he's golden. MINAH — she really doesn't get on well with nobility, and given the option, she'd avoid aristocratic functions and assemblies always and forever. that said, she could fake it til she makes it pretty damn well—she's got the charisma for it and she's a slippery little bastard. she'd hate every second of it tho. CLEA — she's not super comfortable, but she's also old and set in her ways and wouldn't really have an issue. she's passed through plenty of high society functions in her time adventuring. at best she finds it invigorating and at worst she finds it irritating, but regardless, she can hold her own just fine. (she really doesn't like the fey courts tho)

Do others find your OC easy to believe? Or is there something about them that makes others distrustful or cynical about their motives or trustworthiness?

DAICHI — his flat 0 charisma mod says it's a little dicey, but honestly he's a forthright guy, and I think he exudes an air of stalwart honesty and trust. it's not just that he can't lie; it's that he wouldn't. he's got Good Vibes MINAH — and on the other hand...... despite the high charisma (and deception) mod, I think she's got just enough edge to her to put people off. she can mask it when she's doing a job or if she's with a casual acquaintance, but long term exposure to her is like. yeah. it's clear that she's squirrelly and a little untrustworthy and a little sharp around the edges in ways that aren't obvious on first meeting CLEA — the only dishonest bones in her body are the sly and insightful grandmotherly kinds. she clearly means well, but she'll also use her old lady charms to be a little conniving when the occasion calls for it

[its-monster-mash]

Feeding Crows

@rottent33th's OC Clay and my Jude feeding the birds in the park. (Very Jude forward because I don't want to accidentally be unrealistic with dialogue for your boy) I hope you like it!!

~*~

The old woman has sat on this bench and fed these crows at the same time every day the weather has allowed for as long as she’s been living here.  Oftentimes, she spends a relaxing couple of hours alone with her birds, undisturbed by passersby.

She thinks of her husband, dead for over forty years, her son, recently deceased, and the girl he forced to kill him, now living with her.

Jude would be lying if she said she thought her life would ever be normal, and she certainly never dreamed of white picket fences and baseball tournaments; in all honesty, she never expected to see her thirties, much less the ripe old age of seventy-eight.  Still, as difficult as her young life had been, she isn’t really sure when she got used to all the murders.

Her hands aren’t exactly clean; no, Judith Kaine has killed before, in self-defense and defense of those she cares about, sure, but she still killed.  At some point, it’s become no more troubling to her than taking out the trash.

Far be it from her to judge the young people who take matters into their own hands.

Her wrinkled face stretches into a smile when a young man with fiery red hair drops onto the bench beside her, and she wordlessly offers him a handful of dried catfood to feed the birds; they like it much better than bread, of course.

The first time she’d ever seen Clay Spencer, she’d done a double take.  The red hair, the mud and blood on his clothes, she’d thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Of course, Clay is not her son.  Her son is dead, and this boy is much bigger and much younger than Shiloh had been the last time she saw him anyway.  In fact, Clay is around the same age Jude was when she died for the very first time.

She knows he’s not her child, but she knows better than most that family isn’t always written in genetics; in the case of her family, it’s always been written in blood.

Today, there’s flecks of blood interspersed with the usual mud that encrusts Clay’s boots after a long day.  Jude lets out an approving sigh; Clay is a good boy; when he kills someone, they usually deserve it.

Her fingers tremble slightly when she reaches into her almost comically large purse, but that’s just an unfortunate side effect of reaching this age in the family she was born to.  From the bag, she produces a hefty parchment wrapped sleeve of cookies.

The aroma of cinnamon and sugar is almost overwhelming when he opens the package, and Jude smiles.

“These fell out of your pocket the last time we met.”  Jude hands him a beat up tin of cinnamon altoids.  “No one eats these unless they’re a cinnamon fan, so I thought you might appreciate a batch of snickerdoodles.”

He wastes no time taking a bite out of one of the pillowy soft cookies.  “Thanks Nana.”

Jude Smiles.

She only had one biological child, and Shiloh mercifully didn’t have any children of his own, but it seems that fate has designated Jude a grandmother anyway.  She never would have thought she’d be the grandmotherly type after the way she’d spent her youth, but she supposes that the kids who call her Nana need someone like her, someone who can understand them.

Jude would never admit to playing favorites, but if she had to choose…Clay reminds her so much of herself at that age.  Of course, she wasn’t hunting and killing people back then, but she was no stranger to a back alley knife fight during her city days, and the music Clay and his band make almost makes her nostalgic for those days.

All she has left of her old life is that beat up old H53 Harmony Rocket she used to play in her own band.  Hounddog and Randall talked her into torching the old van not long after they escaped the damn cult, but that cheap old guitar had meant the world to her.

Call her sentimental, but she couldn’t just get rid of it.

She looks down at her trembling hands; she can’t well play the damn thing anymore, and it sits uselessly as a decoration on her wall.  It wasn’t the best guitar when she bought it, but she had scraped together everything she had at the time to buy it, and it served her well on stage and in the studio.  

She hates the thought of it just ending up in some shitty little pawn shop, or worse, a junkyard, after she dies.

“I have a gift for you.”  The words leave like sandpaper against her throat; she hadn’t expected herself to make the offer; but is there anyone else she’d rather see have it?  “Back at the house.”

[aquadestinyswriting]

Side Character Description Tag Game

Thank you @mariahwritesstuff for the tag, find her post here.

Tagging: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @eli-writes-sometimes and anyone else that fancies joining in

Rules: Describe any four characters from your WIP other than the protagonist

Alrighty then. Gonna answer this for an old wip I haven't even converted to series format yet because I have a number of side characters in there that could use more love. Say hello to the side characters of 'The Trouble with Meredith'

Birghe Gurisdottir- Birghe is a good friend of Meredith and was a one-time crush when they were younger. She's still an acolyte at the time the wip takes place, and is a teeny bit jealous that Merri got ordained early, but is otherwise a supportive friend. She's a quiet and bookish type, but isn't afraid to put people in their place when needed.

Morag Ironforge- Morag is Meredith's mother. She can be quite strict and a little overbearing at times, but is very much a loving wife and mother. Morag, despite having lost her two eldest sons ten years prior, is a generally happy and cheerful woman who prefers to look on the brighter side of life; a strong faith in both Moradin and Throff helps a great deal with that. She is definitely the one that's in charge at home, though, and neither her husband or her remaining children forget it.

Snorri Ironforge- Snorri is Meredith's uncle and proprietor of the tavern 'The Hammer and Anvil'. Snorri is one of the very few men in Fangthane that took up the role of Slayer ten years ago that lived to tell the tale. He and a handful of others were pardoned and permitted to come back to Fangthane to help the city rebuild once the Demon War was over. Snorri was very much changed by his experience and, while he's not afraid to get involved in breaking up a fight, he prefers to avoid violence where possible. Prior to the Demon War, Snorri was a drunk who got into barfights constantly and was without a job when everything kicked off. He had been on the verge of being disowned by his family, but was welcomed back with open arms and given the capital to open his pub by his older brothers when he came back and apologised.

Ugri Kiruksson- Another friend of Meredith's, Ugri is the youngest of the group. He's an orphaned child who now lives with his much stricter grandmother and brat of a younger sister. He and his sister were forced into training as clerics by their grandmother after the conclusion of the Demon War. The reason? Ugri's parents were among those duped by the cult of the White Lady and their grandmother felt this was the only way to save their souls. Ugri actually wants to be a runesmith; working to imbue arcane and divine magic into weapons, armour and artefacts. However, his grandmother is staunchly against all expressions of arcane magic and has forbidden the poor fellow from studying it. Despite this, Ugri has chosen to make the best of a bad situation and is a helpful, if irritatingly laid back, friend.

[melancholypancakes]

This is a new OC ( the character remade) from the video game “Sally Face” from 2016

I recently gotten back into the franchise I used to be into it back in high school on my old deviantart that is now deactivated.

I honestly can’t escape the nostalgia and sal poor boi 🥲🥲 he deserves better.

This is Bethany Davidson, she is the girl next door that lives in room 403 during her junior and senior high school years.

Bethany, Beth or Bethface is a seer, she has the third eye and can see the past, present and future along with connection to the sprit and dream realm.

The third eye sight runs in Bethany’s family and on occasions not every family member has the third eye.

Bethany’s grandmother prior to her passing told her “The third eye is a gift my dear and not a curse despite how grim the future holds there is always a rainbow in the other side”.

Bethany also specializes in cartomancy, she has been or acting ever since middle school and because of this she is call a “Witch” most of the time than a Cartomancer.

In the beginning when I created my OC she was named Bailey back in 2018 and was actually a Descendent of witches and was a Hereditary witch.

An hereditary witch is someone born as a mortal with magical abilities from their family line.

At best, Bethany is close to a grey witch, she plays a hero role as the seer with her third eye sight to help save the world as best as she can.

She is also known as “Sibyl” a nickname given to her while she was in high school.

In Greek mythology, Sibyl was a seer that saw all, past, present and future and help those in need or prophecies.

Beth is good friends with Larry, Sally face, Ashley and Todd; she is also Sal fisher love interest.

In the beginning sal has a crush on ash and when he meets Bethany he crushes on her as well.

But the more sal and Beth get closer the more Beth turns more into a love interest than a crush unlike ash and sal’s relationship.

Beth and Sal are basically high school sweethearts in the trial but she is only there half of the episode.

Unlike the resistance of the Addison apartments, Beth met a fate worst then death.

As a Seer in the beginning she only saw her future as Sal killing her so the darkness wouldn’t spread and when she attempts to try and save Sal.

Bethany is told there is no happy ending for either of them by her grandmother and great grandmother ghosts.

“You knew this was coming granddaughter, your friends fates are absolute. There is no happy ending in real life.”

Bethany couldn’t rewrite their fates no matter how much she tried to change the path and when she became a nurse she was willing to accept she was going to die by Sal but it never came.

Instead of Sal killing her the cult sacrificed her to the red eyed demon and cursed her to revive and become a dead walking girl, a Zombie.

Bethany became a zombie, she wasn’t mindless her brain was still active and could speak but for awhile she was awake.

In the beginning of Memories of Dreams, Bethany walking corpse was in the basement with chained up to the wall while maple was in a cage curled up.

When Ash found Beth wondering in the woods she couldn’t believe Beth was okay but when she got closer she realize she wasn’t okay.

Ash was distraught that Beth was a zombie and she crooked her words as she was walking slowly to ash.

Ash knew Beth was still in there but had to be careful because now Bethany wasn’t human anymore she desired flesh of the living to survive.

Ash would go down to the basement and feed Beth some live animals since she didn’t want Beth to have a craving for human flesh.

Ash had to bring Bethany to her senses, Ash had brought an old blue stuffed bear with a pink heart eye path around the right eye.

“Beth? I thought you might want this…I found him in you’re old apartment…” Ashley whispered as she kneel in front of Beth.

Bethany crawled to the stuff animal and held it close and tight, she heard “I love you” come from the stuffed bear.

Bethany looked at it and started to whimper and sob, “Sally….face….” She sob louder and hugged ash for comfort.

Ash hug back Beth and whisper, “It’s okay…Bethany it’s okay….” She said as she rubbed her crazy hot pink hair.

[shanastoryteller]

okay, so, be me, 27 years old at the time, an adult by any definition in the world

be me at the los angeles zoo, one of my very favorite places in the world, because i love animals. i am immedietly 8 years old when presented with a little creature. i can’t help it. 

okay, wait, go back. we must establish two things for this to hit right

first: 

the year before, i’d gone to the san diego zoo with my aunt and grandma and! they let you feed giraffes there!! 

how wonderful a world and how wonderful a life, where for $10 I can hand feed a giant creature three crispy biscuits. i go “i am feeding the giraffes right now” and go in line to buy the biscuits and return moments later triumphant, 3 biscuits in my grasp

“oh good!” my grandmother says, “one for each of us!” 

“yes,” i say, despondent, “one for each of us.” 

i wanted to feed all three to the giraffes myself but since i am an actual adult and not a child i do not say this and share the biscuits 

second: 

my friend group echoes. a lot

someone tells a story and ends it with “and that’s what happened!” and the rest of us will repeat “and that’s what happened!” 

often in unison. and it’s constant, all the time, even to little stuff. often said in the tone of “they don’t even have dental” 

ok, so we’re back at the los angeles zoo. they have opened the giraffe feeding 

i am not going to be thwarted again 

my two friends (K and M) get in line to feed them and i go to buy the biscuits. i return with nine biscuits because i am going to give the giraffes three biscuits myself and i do not want to hear a word of protest. i am being fair. i am being equitable. i am sharing. no one can judge me 

“wow!” says K. “that’s a lot of biscuits!” 

“the cult provides,” i say generously, handing over their share, because what is a friend group if not a small cult 

and then, automatically, in unison, like they have so many times before and thinking nothing of what exactly they’re saying, M and K reply, “the cult provides” 

two different people in line turn to stare at us while we all blink at each other and then M nervously shouts, “we are definitely not in a cult!” which sounds like something someone who is in a cult might say 

and ever since it’s been a running bit where one person says “the cult ____” and everyone echoes it as seriously as possible, no matter where we are or who we’re around

which is to say, OP, that you could be living the dream if your friends weren’t cowards 

wish i had a bit going where whenever i said "the prophecy" like three of my friends would repeat "the prophecy" in different tones while squinting into the distance and rubbing their chins like sages deep in thought. i would also do this for them, im a team player