#with the passing of time they fear forgetting how their parents used to hold them

[den-kunn]

HC: Raiden and Fujin's love language is touching foreheads and feel each other's powers, a small gesture from their parents that makes them feel like home.

[tanpl-if]

In the summer of 1986 you get a letter informing you of your mother's death.

The first and only letter you get in ten years since you left your hometown.

You stand in the middle of the old, tiny room that you can barely afford to rent and read it over and over again until the buzz at the back of your head quiets down. Until your hands stop shaking.

You think of what it means for you.

I hope you arrive soon. You know Marrowbone will always have a place for you.

The words spin in your head and you think of Marrowbone then—a secret, lonely place, standing at the edge of everything, surrounded by forests and fields, barely acknowledged on the maps.

But it is home.

And whether you like it or not, you are coming back.

There are no people left is an 18+ horror inerractive fiction game for language, themes and potential explicit content

• choose between 3 preset personalities for MC that will open different paths in the story

• reconnect with your old friends and make new connections

• explore your hometown

• remember why you left

DEMO: (16.01.25)

Olya - Aside from working the bar left to her care by her parents, she isn't up to much of anything, the days passing by her seamlessly. You watch her work - pale fingers gripping the glass she is cleaning a bit too tight, lips pressed into a frown - and think how much she has changed since you last saw her.

She looks older. More tired too, but more than anything angry. With life perhaps. With you - for sure. The tension hangs between you, threads through every conversation, follows with every touch.

A decade of silence will do that, you think, almost guilty. You wonder if there was ever a chance of putting the fragile pieces back into place.

You wonder if the only thing left for you is to mourn.

Timur - Head held low, he keeps to himself most of the time. You remember him a sickly thing - his parents never letting him out to play, hiding him away in fear for his poor health. You remember sneaking into his room - muted laughter and hushed whispers, when you kept him company.

The memories taste bitter now, after all those years.

He seems more shut off now, and as much as you expected him to forget you, you're even more surprised when he gives you the same smile that reminds you of a sweet little boy that used to be your neighbor.

In the midst of half-forgotten faces and unwelcome memories, he still feels the same as when you were kids.

You're not sure if it brings you comfort or not.

The Doctor - He does his work well, and that's what matters, the doctor says, not in the most friendly fashion.

His face is lined with age, gray temples vivid among the black, as he runs his fingers through his hair, looking at another report with pursed lips and tired eyes.

You don't remember seeing him before, a hard thing to achieve for one of the few doctors of Marrowbone - a surprise and a revelation at the same time.

You know he is local, and your mind burns with questions. You can't imagine anyone in their right mind coming back here if they ever managed to leave - not by choice anyway - but you hold your tongue. It's not your place to intrude.

And it's definitely not your place to judge.

The Gravekeeper - As frail as she appears to be, she manages to be just as cheerful.

The keeper's granddaughter spends her days taking care of the dead - keeping them company, she says - the hem of her dress brushing against gray stone, as she moves around, steps light.

She is all sweet smiles when she talks to you, dimples catching your eye. And though you never saw her before, there is Marrowbone etched into her in a way you can't explain - dark eyes and a knowing pull of her lips - there is no doubt she has always been a part of this town.

The Widow - There is a rumor about her, almost a tale, nurtured by years of boredom from the residents of small town - not much to do in Marrowbone aside from gossiping about your neighbors - about a woman on the hill, lonesome in her manor, a number of husbands lying dead in the small graveyard in front of her home. About a woman always wearing black, forever in mourning. Some believe her cursed, though a more cynical crowd would call her much meaner names - a gold-digger with an exceptional streak of luck.

A witch.

You see her there, standing at the top of the hill - her dress swaying in the wind, black veil covering her face. And though you can't make out a single detail behind it, somehow you know - her eyes are on you.

Sonya - Your mother. You don't know what happened to her.

asks and scenarios are welcome!

tags: @interact-if

[bet-on-me-13]

Dr's Assistant Danny

So, Danny has to run away from Amity after deciding to tell his parents about his powers. They acted like they accepted him, but when his back was turned they shot him with one of their Inventions and dragged him into the Lab for Study.

They think he's been taken over by a Ghost and decide to be "Surgeons" by opening him up and removing the Ghost by hand. Throughout all of this, they are just telling Danny that they are qualified doctors and can definitely do this perfectly. But they don't even use Anesthesia, and don't know the first thing about Surgery. But their delusions of being perfect Doctors have taken a hold of them, and they can't even comprehend the idea that they are doing it wrong.

After a week of "Surgeries", they mess up and forget to lock his Cell, and Danny manages to escape, hopping on a Bus headed to New Jersey.

He ends up in Gotham, hiding in an Alley to avoid Civilians and to bandage himself up. Thankfully his parents stitched him up fairly well after the last session, but he is still really hurt. And the cuffs restricting his powers don't help either.

He passes out in the Alley and wakes up in a Doctors Office. He panics, thinking that his parents found him and took him back to the Lab. Thankfully, the resident Dr rushes in to calm him down.

It's Dr Leslie Thompkins, and she really wants her patient to stop struggling thank you very much.

She manages to calm him down, and explains that she found him in the Alley, but that he was seriously injured. He was out for 4 days.

He explains what he can, that he told his parents that he had powers and that they didn't take it well. Not the Ghost thing, but he does explain that his parents could charitably be referred to as "Mad Scientists", and Dr Thompkins figures it out from there.

Since he doesn't have a place to stay, she let's him stay at her place. It's not much, but it's enough for 2 people.

After a few days, he starts helping out in the Clinic as a way to repay her.

After a few weeks, he starts taking on the bigger jobs and starts learning about medical aid

A few months in, and both Danny and Leslie realize that he has basically become her Personal Assistant. So she trains him in the legitimate way, teaching him all she can about being a Doctor and basically everything he would have learned in Medical School, which really helps with his trauma over the whole "constant unethical surgery from people who claimed to be licensed professionals" thing.

He still has those Restraining Cuffs on, they could never figure out how to take them off and they were basically unbreakable, but he was fine on his own.

And a note to add to this is that all of this is taking place in the early Years of Batman, like Years 1 and 2. So it's certainly a shock when Danny walks in for work and sees The Batman lying on a Cot.

Over the many following years, Danny gets used to his life in Gotham. He managed to contact Jazz, and his friends as well, even if they needed to keep it very secret for fear of his parents finding out.

He manages to get on friendly terms with most of the Bat Family from their many, many, many visits to the Clinic.

He never does reveal his past to them, he knows that they would never not poke their noses into it, so he tried to keep it on the down low around them. He even hid his Cuffs all these years. (He doesn't want to attract his parents attention)

But that all changed one day.

He messes up. He accidently calls Jazz outside of their scheduled safe times and his parents just so happen to be visiting her new house at the time. They pick up the call for her, and Danny, not knowing it's not Jazz on the other end, says "Hey Jazz, it's Danny. Just wanted to let you know that I'll he busy with work for a while so I won't be able to call as often".

When he gets no response, he gets concerned and asks "Jazz? You there?"

His parents immediately begin to trace the Call, but before they can get an exact location Danny wises up and hangs up. Buts it's too late, his Parents know he's in Gotham now, even if they don't know exactly where.

Danny doesn't know that they tracked him down though, but he quickly figures it out when Red Hood is rushed into the Clinic a week later after being attacked by "A big guy in an orange jumpsuit with a laser gun", who was joined by "A tiny lady in a blue jumpsuit with a baseball bat"

The Drs Fenton reached Gotham and immediately began tracking any Ecto-Signatures they could find. And Red Hood just so happened to be the closest one.

Now Danny has to find a way to deal with his parents without his powers. Since the Anti-Ecto Laws are still in effect, they aren't technically doing anything Illegal, and their Government Contracts would protect them either way.

He needs to figure out how to get rid of them. Due to the high concentration of Ectoplasm in Gotham, there are many unknowing Liminals in the City. His parents could end up attacking many innocent Civilains in search for him, maybe even subjecting them to the same things he was subjected to.

The only way he can think to do that is to give himself up.

Of course he knows Dr Leslie would disagree, but before she can stop him he sneaks out in the middle of the night, leaving a note thanking her for all that she had done for him over the years. It explains that the people who attacked Red Hood are his infamous Parents, and that they are searching for him. They could end up hurting alot of people if they stay, so he needs to nip this in the bud and is going to turn himself in to them.

She immediately takes the note to Batman.

She still vividly remembers the state she found Danny in. He still has the V-Shaped Scar on his chest from his experiences with his parents, and she'll be damned if she' going to let that happen to him again. (She kind of adopted him as her son a while ago)

She tells them everything. How she found him in the Alley, his injuries, how she nursed him back to health, his story about Meta-Hating Mad Scientist Parents, the unbreakable Cuffs he always hid, all of it.

Now it's a race to find Danny and save him from his Parents again.

[ididdedurmom]

More evil head cannons

I have silly ideas about the gang after the event of the story, everyone lives, except Bob

PONY:

Has a thousand yard stare when he zones out

Has the loudest, most disgusting, mucus filled cough ever

Actually really good at drawing

Has drawn every member of the gang at least twice

Loves physical touch, he leans on his friends when their sitting next to him.

Actually screams during horror movies, like loud genuine screams

Loves play fighting with Darry, like full on wrestling

Steve taught him how to drive

He either walks like a ghost or stomps, there is no in between

He can play one song on the guitar, and that’s it

His legs are super strong, so his kicks hurt really bad

He would be better at track, but his smoking habits hold him back

He feels jealous of Soda and Darry because they had more time with their parents

He and Darry have matching reading glasses

SODA:

He says “I’m just a girl” anytime he gets in trouble

He has used his pretty privilege to get out of being arrested multiple times

Despite how handsome he knows he is, he still feels super insecure about his looks

He steals from the DX station constantly

He and Steve spend hours gossiping about their customers once both of their shifts are over

A dog bit him when he was a kid, now he’s deathly afraid of them

He loves physical affection, hugging him is the best way to cheer him up

Absolute candy addict

Candy is the #1 item he steals from the DX

He broke his dominant hand once, and now his handwriting is permanently ruined

He reads insanely slow and monotone when he reads out loud

He either sleeps like a rock, or wakes up from the slightest sound, there is no in between

He lives in his flannel, that thing hasn’t been washed in literal years

He suffers from middle child syndrome, he knows his brothers love him, but they don’t pay enough attention to him

DARRY:

He hates his jobs, he knows he has to go but he can’t stand them

All of his coworkers are old and they treat him like a child (which he’s kind of okay with in a way)

He loves watching cartoons but he feels like he’d be wasting his time

He sneezes like a dad

He wakes up at 4 am and works out immediately

Loves compliments and words of affection

Doing favors is his love language

He has the whitest legs ever, he’s all tan on the top and snow white on the bottom

His tan ends where his pants start

Small bits of his hair are grey, he doesn’t know

He has a fear of abandonment

He is insanely flexible for a man of his size, like he can touch the floor standing up with ease

He hit a dog with his car once and cried for 2 hours straight

He loves cuddling on the couch with his brothers, it helps him relax

He despises Curly Shepard, he’s civil with Tim, but he HATES Curly

When he comes home from his ski trips with his old friends, he actually looks his age

A woman once assumed he was Pony’s father, and it made him die inside a little

He can’t stand Mother and Fathers Day

He was mad at Steve when he found out he taught Pony how to drive

TWO-BIT:

He and Dally bond by harassing women

He has a box full of things he’s stolen

His slight alcoholism stems from his father

He let’s his sister paint his nails, and he shows them off proudly

He gets his nails painted before rumbles

He watches soap operas with his mother every night

He can play the trumpet

He has never purchased a pack of cigarettes, only stolen

He listens to metal

When he passes Johnny’s house, he has to actively stop himself from walking in and beating Johnny’s parents half to death, especially his father

Its not that he doesn’t want a job, I mean he doesn’t, it’s that he thinks he’d only mess up whenever they had him do

He constantly forgets to brush his teeth

Pop and beer are the only things he drinks, he doesn’t touch water

He religiously wears Mickey Mouse merch, you will never catch him in a plain shirt

Baby Pony and him got along really well, he was kinda like Pony’s goofy cousin

Two-Bit and Darry have been friends since they were little kids

Two has no plans for his future, and it weighs on him

He broke both of his elbows once

His teachers have kinda given up on him, they just treat him like a bother instead of a student

STEVE:

He messes up Pony’s hair every chance he gets

He uses the most hair grease out of everyone

He has had the same comb for 3 years

He constantly smells like oil

The underside of his nails are always black, no matter how much he washes his hands

He and Soda have matching scars from a shared failed attempt to climb a barb wired fence

He is terrified of the police

He and Soda make your mom jokes at each other, despite neither of them having mothers

His voice is scarily deep when he wakes up

He and Two-Bit have an inside joke no one in the gang understands

He, Soda, and Two-Bit all have matching stick and poke tattoos

He hates his father, and by extension the fathers of Johnny and Two-Bit

He and Dally don’t hang out much, but when they do they are absolute menaces

Dally and him steal cars and hub caps together

He is genuinely upset by the size of his nose

JOHNNY:

He’s dyslexic

His handwriting is atrocious

His best subject is math

He and the gang all picked out stickers to put on his crutches

He loves sleeping around his friends

His hands are rough

He can’t stand the smell of beer, unless it’s one of the gang

He and Curly hate each other for literally no reason

Pony has slowly been teaching him to read better

No matter how much grease he puts in his hair, it won’t stay back

He hates going out in public because people always look at him funny

He hates looking at his burn scars

He, Dally, and Ponyboy watch sunsets together

He either sleeps at the Cutis’s house, Two-Bit’s house, Steve’s (very rarely), or Dallas’s place.

He’s not allowed to sleep in the lot anymore

He has tons of freckles, you just can’t see them against his skin

He loves sleeping outside when he wants to

He never wants children, he’s to scared he’ll become his father

His pain tolerance is so high that sometimes he won’t even notice when he gets injured

He likes how defensive Dallas is of him, makes him feel confident

He smokes marijuana with Dally sometimes, he’s super anxious when they do though because he doesn’t want to get arrested

DALLY:

He will not talk about his feelings

The cops forced him to go to therapy, it didn’t fix anything

He is amazing at lying

The police know him by name

He hasn’t told the gang much about the past other than where he came from and that he doesn’t talk to his folks

Darry nicknamed him “Rat”

He actually feels bad when Darry yells at him

He gets sun burns very quickly

He has his own personal stench

He doesn’t want Johnny to end up like him

He cried for 3 hours straight when he found out Johnny was still alive, it is his most embarrassing moment

He chugs drinks insanely fast

He can’t read very well

He needs glasses but he thinks he’d look like a wimp if he had any

Even though he knows he could have an asthma attack from coughing to hard, he still doesn’t carry his inhaler

He was happy when he thought he was going to die

Then he woke up and had an epiphany about life, it didn’t do to much, but now he knows death isn’t the only option

He proudly shows off the burn marks on his arm

He loves pushing Johnny around in his wheelchair

He listens to outlaw music and Frank Sinatra

He loves horror movies

He toned down his bad behavior once he got out of the hospital, he’s still a dick though

That’s it or whatever. I hope you like them, I’m sorry if some of them don’t make sense. I’m just so silly. I apologize for my horrible grammar lol. Feel free to tell me some of your head cannons!! :D

[harmoniouseclipse]

Woe fankids be upon ye

Doing a little series where I took some ship requests on my instagram to make them fankids, this one is for me tho (jeanlisa to kick it off whoo 🙌🏻) The lineup so far is Cytham, Kavetham, Lionfish (aka Freminet x Gaming aged up probably idk how old they are canonically), Cynonari, Jealuc, and Beiguang, and feel free to send me some other pairings you wanna see (as long as they are legal pls otherwise I will ignore it 👎)

I'm gonna ramble about some headcanons and lore for them under the cut, continue with caution bc I'm insane

These two are my brainrot rn, don't even joke lad. And I wanna tell yall their name meanings too bc I like them a lot 🥹 Zephra's means "west wind" derived from Greek, and it's the feminine version of Zephyr. Tyrian was a type of purple dye used by the Ancient Phoenicians, huge huge HUGE thanks to my pookie bear @miothefish for helping me out with his name!!! Also he has Lisa's butterfly earring and you can't see bc of the angle but Zephra has the rose that went in her hair holding her ponytail <3

I'm also making a massive family tree for the characters as a go along, and just the jeanlisa tree is taking up half of the canvas bc of the KoF and Sumeru characters since Cyno is their uncle and the rest of the gang are their honorary uncles 😭 I'll be posting that once the series is done/all the requests are finished/I run out of ships and otps I enjoy

Here's an alternative version with some more info on most of the characters I wanted to briefly mention in their relation to them; Tyrian likes calling Eula his aunt too even though she was never really considered one for them so it's kind of like her unofficial title she pretends to dislike but she loves it and dotes on Tyrian 🤭 She and Diluc also helped train Zephra with a claymore and Diluc kind of became a parental figure to her in her teen years after Lisa's passing 🥺 She also feels like she's outshined by Jean and that she's not smart or powerful enough to follow in Lisa's footsteps (something that Lisa wouldn't want anyways bc it led her to her death 😔) rip zephra she's just like me fr

And yeah some Kaeya angst bc he's still going thru it I fear, and Jean is single mombossing but she's worried for zephra which me too dawg, im afraid to say she might be cooked 😦 Zephra is also kind of like a weird mix of Lisa when she was her age and Jean, where overall she's well-mannered and kind but she can be competitive and feel the need to push herself too much and pull a few strings to get what she wants from time to time. Tyrian is a ray of sunshine tho, he has not yet witnessed the horrors 💔 I do think that Jean is also a lot easier on him than her mom was with her so that also helps. He's very shy tho and wants to stick with Zephra or Razor most of the time, and they both have some nasty tan lines from going out with Razor and Klee and Fischl a lot 😔 Cyno also freaking loves them and dotes on them and Tyrian is getting a TCG addiction because of it smh, Cyno is also one of Zephra's favorite people and when she's in Sumeru she stays with him and Alhaitham (bc in my universe they are married ough I love cytham)

And (I think?) Klee physically and mentally ages slower than humans so I think she'd be technically 9 or 10, and Zephra is left with babysitting duty most of the time if she's home on break or smth 😭 Klee really looks up to her tho

Also, I wrote Tyrian's last bullet point like he was super young when Lisa died, but I think he was around 7 so he actually remembers Lisa better than I intended it to sound, he was just younger than Zephra (who was 11 at the time) and just didn't have as much time with her as Zeph did, but his most fond memory of Lisa was reading with her and she probably taught them some potion-making skills too.

I think there will be some abyss angst in here too at some point, since I hc Lisa to be probably an Abyss Lector/Harold (I forget which is which) um so thinking that Zeph and Tyrian experiencing some not normal things happening and Jean doesn't know what to do since Lisa also didn't really know what that dog in her was until it was too late 😔 That's what Kaeya's for tho since he's like the heir of the abyss???? Go off king. Also some touchy ragbros angst bc Kaeya is scared for Zeph knowing how close she is with Luc and he doesn't want him to push her away because of her being from the abyss or smth (they mostly made up but it's still a fear in Kaeya's mind both for him and Jean's kids)

I think that's all I wanted to touch on for now?? Mainly just thinking about domestic fluff and angst all the time now 🥺 Zeph not being able to be open with Jean bc she feels like a disappointment but Jean would literally actually die for her and shes proud of her no matter what ough im going to lose my freak dawg guess who my favorite fankid is it's super hard ik

Send me asks or dms or whatever for more ship requests!!! I'm having so much fun with this dawg 🫶🏻

[chronicsyd]

I’ve seen a couple people bring up “Vi could have gone to Ekko and the Firelights instead of joining Caitlyn and the Enforcers” when others mention that Vi’s “home” is where her family/loved ones are, she isn’t really loyal to Zaun Especially when it’s been run into the ground by Silco. However, there’s a couple of problems with this.

1) the way the Firelights operate doesn’t really fit Vi’s mo. The Firelights hide/observe most of the time and are strategical in how they combat Silco and his crew. Meanwhile, Vi’s a “punch first, ask questions while punching” kinda gal, she doesn’t think twice when she see’s Sevika she goes in knee first, she and Jayce go fist flying into one of Silco’s Shimmer facilities to destroy it. so it’s pretty logical to say that there’d be opposition on how shits being run between her and them.

2) But More Importantly, Vi thinks Ekko’s dead at that current point. She doesn’t see him from S1 Ep7-S2 Ep9. She sees the explosion, assumes he’s passed, and after that doesn’t see him when she goes after the Shimmer Facility, has her rematch with Sevika, and gets kidnapped by Jinx. During Act 1 of S2, the Only person left in Vi’s life Is Caitlyn, Vi feels responsible because Jinx has murdered her mom and wants to protect Caitlyn. She joins Caitlyn because Caitlyn explains to her her fears of one of them ending up dead if Jinx and Caitlyn fight 1v1 and expresses her frustration with everything falling apart at the seams, and with Caitlyn’s strike team there aren’t any civilian casualties like there Would have been from a full scale Enforcer Invasion, because with the Enforcer invasion we'd probably see a scene similar to the opening bridge scene where Vi and Powder's parents died (because Yes using the gray Is bad, but no one actually dies, Viktor’s declining health is due to a prolonged condition of constantly living with the stuff for several years). So if Vi thinks he’s dead, why would she just up and ditch Caitlyn for the Firelights when there's no one there that she gives a shit about?

Now it could be argued that Vi thought Jinx was dead to until she shows up again, but the thing with Jinx is that Vi can see she was saved with however much Shimmer Singed injected into her. The same can’t be said for Ekko, so the argument that Vi thinks he’s dead still holds up because Vi doesn’t see him after that.

This is part of an issue that I’m seeing with the fandom where they seem to forget they have more imminent knowledge than the characters do, and they’re making arguments based on Their knowledge rather than the characters. Which is pointless when you’re trying to make a character analysis because a lot of the time it falls into a personal bias because of the information that the audience has. And I'm seeing this kind of fallacy all over the place when it comes to discussing Vi and Caitlyn especially.

[jewish-vents]

I’m Jewish through my dad but I wasn’t raised in the community(i learned what Purim was two weeks ago, i was fully not in it), so when I got to college last august I decided to really dive in and it’s been a beautiful sort of homecoming for me. I joined SAEPi and got into Chabbad leadership at my campus, and I’m almost at the point where I can do the Chabbad Shabbat prayers before and after dinner without stumbling over my words. Gonna surprise my grandma if I see her in the summer. Anyways.

When October 7th happened it was a shock to my system, because I was a baby Jew barely getting my feet. My parents never mentioned antisemitism to me as something that could affect me in the future, it was always a thing of the past. But I was right there standing in the doorway between jew-ish and Jewish, and it pushed me over the edge. I had many friends with family in Israel. I had a couple friends whose friends died in the attack. Everyone in that group was my family. It felt personal.

When the march in dc happened I went with one of my friends, and it was sad, but amazing to see in person how strong we are. In the plane terminal on the way home he and I got cornered and called baby killers, among other things, because he was wearing a kippa and his Israeli first responder coat. That was my first time experiencing antisemitism and it was terrifying, even though I didn’t get hurt. It was terrifying even though my friend was built like a tank and would’ve protected me. It was terrifying just to sit in the train car with him and watch a woman stare at him with wide eyes like he was some kind of criminal. I stepped closer to him as if to remind her he’s human. I stared back at her with just as much fear and watched her snap out of it, confused.

Last week was holocaust awareness week at my college, and one of the things I did was spend a couple hours in the plaza reading the names of people that died. I found 34 Feldmans and Fotts. I found family names, Chana and Fayge and Jeshua and Sophia Feldman one after the other, and still am wondering if that was part of my family that didn’t make it to the US in time.

I called my grandma and asked for everything she could remember about her family lineage and how we got here, everything she had from that part of her life. I thought that there would be plenty to lean into, family recipes and heirlooms and stories, but there was barely anything. She has a Star of David necklace and a ton of repressed memories, next to nothing else. The recipes I could find were through my great aunt, some short instructions from my great grandmother on the back of a letter she sent to the aunt about what to ask for from a kosher butcher.

My family made it here in 1915 and 1921, they escaped before the holocaust, but they still weren’t untouched because of the ways they were ostracized and othered when they got here. My grandmother will barely admit she’s Jewish because none of her kids passed it on, it’s easier for her to let it go. I didn’t understand this until I realized that one couldn’t be hurt by the grief and pain of a family they aren’t part of.

Even those that survive are not left unscarred.

How could this not be personal? How could it not be generationally affective when it’s pushed so many to minimize their Jewishness out of self preservation? Raise their kids thinking they aren’t Jewish and hope their names never end up on a list of living or dead Jews? People still don’t see us as human. the antisemites still want to scar us. They want us to forget who we are.

It’s unreal to me when goyim act like American Jews in the current day are unaffected by the past and safe from antisemitism. I’ve been here less than a year and have been screamed at in an airport, have uncovered serious intergenerational trauma, and realized that of my Jewish family I have nothing to hold on to but a torn in half piece of paper with a sentence long tangent about brisket.

We are strong and we will outlive them, but god are we still fucking fighting for our lives.

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[sukiitoru]

Hello hello!! Could I please request the Luxiem boys as parents?? I have the most urgent need to see these boys with kids ❤️. Thank you so much for your time and dedication.

Hello! Thank you for the very cute request anon! I had alot of fun writing this I hope you enjoy!

Other parent is non-binary so I used some non-binary parent names like Dama, Noddy and Mobby.

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Fandom: luxiem, nijisanji.

Pairing: luxiem and their kids

Category: platonic, fluff, vox is scary to kids, luxiem being dad.

Being a dad

Luca kanashiro

• Luca is the type of person to not really like kids as much, or only love to troll children, until he has one of his own.

• the first time he had to hold his bundle of joy, she was two months old, he almost cried, he refused to hold her when she was younger in fear of hurting her.

• he was so careful, so gentle, he held his girl close to his chest, watching in wonder as she wiggles slightly around in his arm, before settling to rest her cheek against his chest, looking up at him with big lavender eyes.

• Luca stares back with his own lavender eyes, blinking at girl before a wide grin formed on his face, as he started to make funny faces the small girl in his arms starting to giggle softly, hand moving to grab a few strands of his hair pulling on it gently.

• luca chuckles and pretends to tickle the baby, the baby cooing and giggling in his arms.

• Luca learned at that moment why small kids were so special.

• even as the small girl grew Luca's adoration for his girl never faded, it only grew stronger with time.

♫︎

Luca was sat on his couch his 4 year old girl sat on his lap, covered in a hello kitty blanket, they both were watching TV, watching the lorax to be exact.

His girl heard vox complaining about it at some point, and insisted she watch it, she was pretty invested watching with her soft lavender eyes, blonde locks pulled into a small braid Luca did on her earlier.

"Daddy, why did the man cut the trees?" The girl asked gently, as the form of the black haired male appeared on screen cutting down the colorful trees.

"Uhh, daddy doesn't really know sweetpie, maybe for the wood?" Luca mumbled, the movie genuinely confusing him to no end, he wasn't focused on it, but was rather excited to annoy vox.

The girl hummed softly deeply in thought, her small mind trying to piece together why the man cut so many trees down.

"At daycare, teacher told us to not harm plants, because they get sad, poor trees" the girl pouted gently, rubbing her eyes, starting to feel slightly sleepy.

"You know what, forget about the lorax, wanna go eat ice cream without Noddy knowing?" Luca asked with a smirk a wide grin forming on his face, the mention of ice cream made the girl in his lap perk up visibly happier now.

"Yeah! But wouldn't Noddy get upset?" The girl asked with wide eyes, not wanting to make her Noddy upset.

"Nah, daddy will use his endless charm to make them happy" Luca said a grin on his lips as he got up holding his girl close, as he moved to the kitchen grabbed a tub of ice cream and spoons, sitting back down on the couch and starting to eat with his girl, switching tv to something more exciting as they enjoyed their ice cream happily.

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Shu yamino

•shu is the type to know all the essentials of taking care of a child but never truly knows how much work goes into it, which made him sort of think that it's easy.

•he first held his baby right after they were brought home, he sat on the couch, his partner passing him the small baby gently.

•he was quite nervous to say the least, he held his small baby boy close, feeling the warmth radiating from the small baby wrapped in a blanket, the baby moved his hands around stretching slightly with a small whine.

•shu rubbed the baby's back gently, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, lips pursing slightly, the baby opened his big magenta coloured eyes, staring up at shu's face eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips pursing into a small pout.

•shu knew the baby probably couldn't see, but he was still amazed and subconsciously his lips moved into a slight wobbly smile at the small child, who's features relaxed into a small smile when shu kissed his head.

•even now he still thinks parenting is somewhat easy, and knows it's probably because of how shy and compliant his son is.

•he never truly understood how you can love someone so much that you would risk everything for them, until he met his partner and met his own bundle of joy.

•he definitely isn't the type to spoil his kid, but gets the boy whatever he wants, definitely teaches him how to play videogames, and teaches him only the best jokes.

♫︎

Shu was sitting on his gaming chair, his 7 year old son sitting on his lap, wearing purple headphones that looked too big on his head, The boy's palm rested on the mouse, shu's palm resting over his, moving the mouse.

"Yess, good job bud, we got 'em" shu cheered, giving the boy a high-five and ruffling his hair.

"Papa! Did you see! I got both uncle Alban and uncle sonny!" The boy bounced happily smiling widely, shu nodded proudly placing his palm on the boy's gently gently, the boy chuckled before turning to look at the screen again, shu placing his larger palm over the boy's.

"Now we just gotta get Luca cornered, and boom! Shoot him with the eggs" shu explained, the boy nodding quickly eyes focused on the screen Infront of them.

They were playing Minecraft peacefully collecting things, when Luca suddenly decided to start an egg war, and shu being the amazing father he is decided to include his son in said war.

They had just killed both Alban and sonny, who somehow managed to get themselves killed by eggs, and the only one left was Luca who was cackling evily in VC Alban and sonny laughing in the background.

It took some effort, lots of eggs and the power of chicken to finally kill Luca, shu cheered happily laughing as he gave his son a high-five, Luca was whining while laughing saying how he was 'egg king' and It took some effort, lots of eggs and the power of chicken to finally kill Luca, shu cheered happily laughing as he gave his son a high-five, Luca was whining while laughing saying how he was 'egg king' and how he's supposed to never be defeated.

"Sorry uncle Luca, seems like you're the eggless king now" the boy said with a soft giggle, shu ruffling his hair softly while laughing Alban and Sonny laughing in VC while Luca pretended to whine while laughing.

"That's my son!" Shu proudly said ruffling his son's hair once more, Luca stood infornt of shu's character throwing him a certain golden helmet that's was supposed to be a 'crown', shu moving into his inventory to wear it happily, his son smiling widely.

"You just got beat by a 7 year old Luca who does it feel?" Alban laughed, sonny chuckling softly and throwing some flowers in the air.

"Unpog" Luca whined, moving to start hitting the endless amount of baby chickens.

"Time to put these chickens somewhere safe" shu hummed his nod nodding his head quickly while moving to place his palm once more on the mouse, shu smiling softly at him and placing his palm over his son's.

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Ike eveland

• Ike likes children, doesn't specifically love them, especially at their age of craziness, but doesn't hate them either, thinks small babies are cute though.

• he never understood baby fever, until he had his first kid and held her for the first time, his girl with his bright yellow eyes and his partner's hair colour and the biggest smile he ever saw in his life.

• scratch everything I just said, Ike loves babies, they're so cute and small, and cuddly, they're a little stinky sometimes a bit whiny but when his little girl looks up at him with the biggest eyes and pout, he forgets everything he was just saying.

• is definitely the type of dad to cry whenever he sees his kid in cute clothes, definitely buys her Miku themed clothes.

• whenever he has the chance to brush his girl's hair he puts it into two ponytails, just melts every single time.

• he's the one that puts her to sleep, reads a bedtime story while laying next to her, covers her in her soft blanket and kisses her forehead gently.

• is the supportive dad that all of his girl's friends like, loves his daughter no matter what and knows when to support her and when to tell her she's wrong.

• buys his girl anything she wants, unless it's something she wouldn't really use, or things he knows won't be useful later for her.

♫︎

Ike laid down on a small baby blue bed, a book with a soft yellow cover resting in his hands, titled 'the princess and knight in shining armor'.

His 5 year old girl laid down next to him, her head resting on Ike's arm, covered in a soft white blanket, her short hair pulled into a small bun, as to not bother her while sleeping.

"And the princess said 'thank you dear knight, for saving me and my kingdom' as she smiles gently at the knight" ike read in a soothing voice, his girl laying down next to him with sleepy eyes, looking at the book in his hands, the illustration of the knight bowed to the princess as she smiled at him.

"Papa, can Mobby be the princess and you the Knight" the girl mumbled sleepily against Ike's arm, looking up at him with heavy eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, well I wouldn't really say I would be the knight your Mobby can be a very convincing knight" Ike chuckled lowly smiling at his daughter who hummed in agreement and giggled.

"Mobby's so strong, papa is too but Mobby's better at it" the girl mumbled softly going back to looking at the book, imagining if Ike was the prince with a blue suit, her mobby the knight in shining armor smiling at the prince.

"The knight said 'it is only my duty, my lady, I shall live to serve and protect you till my last breath' as he bowed down on one knee" ike continued reading gently, heavy, sleepy eyes starting to shut slowly.

"You'd be a pretty princess papa" the girl whispered gently breath evening out, and eyes shut as she falls into deep slumber.

Ike smiled gently closing the book and placing it away, moving to rest the small girl fully on her bed, covering her in her soft blanket, kissing her forehead gently.

"Goodnight my sweet, rest well" Ike whispered gently getting off her bed and moving outside the room with a happy smile on his face.

Wondering how lucky he got to have such an amazing family.

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Vox akuma

• vox loves kids, they're cute, easy to annoy, fun to feed, and have really funny brains.

• he never really thought he would have one of his own until he had his son, the first time he held the small boy, the boy started looking up at him with big pink eyes, vox smiled at him, the boy's lips started to quiver as a sharp cry left his small lips, vox frowning as he tried to shush the boy gently, the boy crying harder.

• he decided to not hold the boy until he was a little older, the second time he held his son he was about 5 months old, a small tuff of black hair was growing on his head, the boy looked up at vox once again with big eyes, that started to water slowly, vox's lips dropped into a small pout, the boy started to cry again reaching out for his other guardian who smiled softly and took the boy from vox.

• vox grumpled all day about it, his partner patting his shoulder and saying he's just still too young to understand.

• vox loved his son of course, but definitely noticed early on he wasn't the favourite, which made him slightly upset but he understood his partner was amazing so of course.

• as the boy got older, he got more protective his other parent, pushing vox away if he gave them a hug or a kiss, and pouting and hugging his parent tightly.

• vox found it the most amusing thing ever, and always did it to annoy the boy a little, but noticed how the boy warmed up to him overtime.

♫︎

Vox sat on the couch his arms crossed, across from him sat a certain 7 year old boy, with soft long black hair that reached his shoulder and soft pink eyes, his lips were pursed into a pout as he sat on the floor his arms crossed.

Vox's significant other had to go shopping and decided that it would be a bright idea to get vox to watch their son while they were gone, since the boy was very much on edge whenever he got near vox lately more than usual.

Vox and his son had sat across from each other in awkward silence for about 5 minutes, vox was thinking of what to say to the pouty boy, sighing heavily before getting up to sit infornt of the boy.

"So what's the matter little guy" vox asked with a raised eyebrow looking at the boy with a soft gaze, the boy's pout grew even more as he continued to look down.

"Why did dad do to make you so upset" vox asked softly moving to pick up the boy and place him inn his lap, rubbing his back gently.

"Nothing" the boy mumbled softly looking down and twiddling his fingers, looking slightly tense, vox ruffled his soft hair and kissed his forehead.

"Come on, tell your old man what he did wrong, I promise to not do it again and apologize" vox asked, softly rubbing the boy's back.

The boy took a deep breath before moving to look up at vox with big watery eyes, vox tensing up and gripping the boy gently to reassure him.

"You hurt Dama" the boy mumbled softly, vox blinking at him slowly, so apparently his son thinks he hurt his partner.

"When?" Vox asked with a slight tilt of his head, the small boy swallowing lips quivering slightly.

"You ripped Dama's stomach open to get me out" the boy pouted starting to sniffle softly, vox's mouth was open in shock as he started to chuckle and gave the boy a hug.

"Of course not boy, I would never do that, who told you that?" Vox asked with a chuckle, the boy blinking away his tears and hugging vox back as he thought.

"My friend in school" the boy mumbles softly, vox gave him another hug, ruffling his hair gently and explaining that people at the hospital do that and that no one ripped his Dama's stomach open.

Since then vox and his son's relationship got better, vox still thinks it's the funniest thing ever, and now father and son are somehow closer than ever, but as we all know the boy's favourite is still his Dama.

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

[manicplank]

Got any angst about the pt cast?

Of course, I do.

Peppino: He was bullied as a child/teenager and developed horrible social anxiety and depression from it. He also has generalized anxiety disorder. He's not necessarily estranged from his family, but he doesn't communicate with them a lot. This has caused tension to rise as his family began to think he doesn't love them. His failing business only adds to his crippling anxiety. He holds it against himself and is convinced that he's a failure.

Gustavo: I've said it a million times, but he's a divorced dad with minimal custody rights. He feels guilty for it. The divorce was super hard on him and still hurts. He was also very lonely at home before he got Brick. Other than that, he's a pretty jolly guy.

Mr. Stick: He's a lonely guy. His social skills aren't the best, and he's very condescending. His gambling problem has actually caused him great losses in life. He has maybe one friend (Burton). Despite being a con man, he's very gullible.

Pepperman: His narcissistic tendencies have cause many relationships to peril. Family, friends, and even partners had grown tired of his antics. He spends most of his time on his art and forgets to take care of himself. He's quite lonely.

The Vigilante: He doesn't have any family left. His maw and paw died early in his life after they were killed by outlaws. This is what made him decide to become The Vigilante. His peepaw, John E. Cheese, raised him. After he passed, The Vigilante had nobody but the ghost of him. He's become very lonely and is slightly depressed.

The Noise: He has an absent father who he resents for not being there. He grew up as a chaotic AuDHD child with a mother who didn't know how to handle it. He was bullied a lot. He's very paranoid that people will use him for money and fame, which is why he doesn't really have any friends other than Noisette. He's very angry and depressed underneath that silly persona. His social skills aren't great, either.

Noisette: She's incredibly insecure when it comes to criticism. She got bullied a lot in school for her poor social skills. Like Noise, she's also AuDHD, but her parents were educated and raised her well. She holds herself to modern beauty standards and occasionally gets insecure of her appearance.

Fake Peppino: He was met with violence and fear very early in life as he was constantly being hunted down by others in the tower (piggy police, The Vigilante). People were afraid of him, and it made him sad about himself. [Fic spoiler] Bruno was a great friend to him, but now he's gone. Until Peppino arrived, he felt that he was unlovable. Pizzahead is fine but can get too rough when it comes to correcting behavior.

Pizzahead: His poor social skills and onsessive behaviors have caused him to suffer greatly in his social life. He's very lonely and pushes most people away. He snapped at a certain point and went completely insane. He's a psychopathic maniac. He buries himself in work most of the time to avoid his feelings.

Pillar John: [Fic spoilers] John was originally a maintenance man in the tower. He was an incredible fixer and was good friends with Pizzahead. The tower was old and falling apart. Once Pizzahead realized there was no fixing it, he created a crazy contraption and trapped John in the top floor of the tower, causing the pillars in each level to support the tower's stability. Because of this, John developed a horrible depression after having a happy life.

Gerome: Gerome had somewhat of a tough upbringing. His mom and dad got divorced when he was young. His dad wasn't a great person. He was depressed as a kid because he felt the divorce was his fault. When his mom met John's father, things changed drastically, especially when John was born. At first, he didn't like John or his father. Once he saw how happy his mom was, he opened up and became close to John and his dad. Despite this, the depression still haunts Gerome to this day. Gerome even finds himself feeling a bit guilty over the tower situation.

[boydepartment]

Enhypen as Taylor Swift songs

THIS HAS SCENARIOS W THEM MATCHING THE SONG TOO

fun fact abt me, i sang taylor swift in my schools talent show as a kid <3 i love taylor swift still foerfnerjkge

MASTERLIST

Jungwon as New Romantics-

You probably ran into Jungwon at a coffee shop or something cliche like that. You both are busy people but you want to be crazy and still feel young and stupid. Both you and Jungwon will sneak out of your dorms and do late night walks which end up into races to the random playgrounds. You don't need expensive things to show love for each other, and that means the world to the both of you. Jungwon promises to himself one day he will show everyone how much he loves you.

Heeseung as Everything Has Changed-

You've known Heeseung for years. A lot of time spent training super late at night. All that work has gone to something though- both your debuts. Everything changed from late night ramen to waves from across the red carpet. He still feels like home to you, just like you feel like home to him. But everything has changed and you weren't predebut anymore, you were idols who now had boundaries. You weren’t kids anymore with a dream, you were adults who still build up their dreams.

Jay as Love Story-

In this case, you are Romeo, he is Juliet. He is PROTECTED by his parents heavily. You've known this since you were kids and you accidentally smacked him with a soccer ball. They want the best for him and they did not see you fit. Jay was a prince to everyone but you. That bothered his parents, but Jay loved it. He loved how you teased him and poked fun at him. Jay loved being able to tease you in the kitchen when something messed up. He wanted to marry you more than anything, so he was thrilled when you asked him after practically begging his parents to finally give you a chance to love their son forever.

Jake as Fearless-

im biased i am so sorry-

Oh boy okay. You did not have any good experiences with romance. You did not know how things were supposed to go, he had no clue either but Jake will always act like he does! You are both terrified that you are going to do something wrong, neither of you ever do though. After a really important test, he drove to a secluded area, Jake knew you were stressed. This was both your spot you’d go to think. You were unsure of everything, did you fail? Are you going to disappoint your parents? Did all that work Jake did to help you study go to waste? You were ranting wildly. When you finally stopped to breathe and he leaned in to kiss you. All your fears washed away. Everything felt right, everything was going to be okay.

Sunghoon as Back to December-

He pushed you away, Sunghoon didn't mean to and he didn't even really want to. Life just got in the way and he felt like he was holding you both back. No matter how much time passed by though, he was still in love with you. No amount of time will make that go away. So here he is, calling you back to meet at the tree where you both first met. You started laughing when a pile of snow fell on him, he will never forget that day in December. Sunghoon is hoping as you stand in front of him, now in the summer heat that you will take him back. He is hoping you still have the same feelings you harbored for him Back in December.

Sunoo as The Way I Loved You-

You used to tease him a lot, he used to do the same to you as well. It was a mutual teasing. Everyone didn't see it like that though, and they blamed you (sound familiar?) You pulled back from being around him even behind closed doors. You truly believed that you were in the wrong here. Never in your life would you be malicious towards him. People made you believe that you were horrible. Sunoo was totally in love with you, and he missed that fire you used to have. He missed you teasing him. Sunoo just MISSED you.

Ni-Ki as Mean-

Whenever Riki would have people being horrible to him. You always reminded him that he was going to end up being successful while they are going to be stuck being miserable. You were always there to bring him up, so when he finally made it. Riki made sure to never forget your advice. Even when you both haven't talked since you were both kids, he still remembers the way you were always there to remind him to stay confident. You watch from the sidelines proudly.

[firstdeerwife]

Pairing: Adam x Eve

C.12

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱

Seth walked among the lush trees of the garden, feeling the weight of his parents' protection as a burden on his shoulders.

For as long as he could remember, his parents had surrounded him with a care that, though born of love, felt suffocating.

He didn’t understand why his life was so shrouded in silence and mystery.

The murmurs about his family were like dry leaves, always present, but crunching underfoot without revealing their true origin.

He knew he had brothers, but their names were spoken as if they were forbidden words. "Cain" and "Abel" were two figures wrapped in shadows, almost like legends floating in his mind.

Adam and Eve rarely mentioned their other children, but when they did, their eyes filled with deep sadness, and they quickly changed the subject.

Seth had learned not to ask, to accept his parents' overprotection as an inevitable fact, though he couldn’t help but feel incomplete, as if a part of him was missing, lost in a past that had been denied to him.

His days passed in an unsettling peace. Adam taught him to cultivate the land, and Eve showed him the secrets of plants and animals.

But there was an invisible distance between them, a barrier erected by pain and fear that Seth could not cross.

One afternoon, while helping his father gather fruit, Seth summoned the courage to ask the question he had been holding in his heart for so long.

"Father, what happened to my brothers?"

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Adam stopped what he was doing, and for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

Finally, he looked up at Seth, his eyes reflecting the weight of a thousand memories.

"Seth, there are things that are better left unknown..."

Adam responded, trying to avoid the subject.

"But I am their brother," Seth insisted.

"I have the right to know."

Eve, who had been listening quietly, approached and took her son's hand. Her touch was gentle, but her words were firm.

"Seth, we protect you because we love you. What happened with Cain and Abel cannot be changed, but you are here with us. You are our comfort and our hope."

Seth felt a lump in his throat. The anguish in his mother's eyes told him that there was something terrible behind that silence, something his parents desperately wanted to forget.

But curiosity burned within him like an unquenchable fire.

"I don’t want to live in the shadow of something I don’t understand," he responded with determination, surprising his parents.

Adam sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep hiding the truth forever. He knelt in front of Seth, looking him in the eyes.

"Cain was our firstborn, and Abel, your second brother. Cain committed a terrible act, and Abel... Abel died because of it."

Adam paused to take a deep breath.

"That’s why we protect you so much, Seth. We don’t want the evil that destroyed our other children to touch your life."

Seth remained silent, trying to grasp the magnitude of what he had just heard.

The image of his brothers, once nebulous, began to take shape in his mind, but instead of answers, it only left him with more questions.

"I don’t want to be just a shadow of what they were," he finally said, looking at his parents.

"I want to be myself."

Eve embraced him, her heart torn between fear and pride. She knew she couldn’t keep Seth in a bubble of protection forever.

He would have to learn to walk his own path, just as Cain and Abel did, even if the outcome was uncertain.

Adam, still kneeling, bowed his head in acceptance.

The time had come to let Seth grow, to allow him to forge his own destiny, even if it meant facing the painful truths that his family had tried to hide.

As the sun began to descend on the horizon, Seth felt something within him change.

It was more than the revelation of his past; it was the first step toward a life where he would be known for who he was, not for what others had done before him.

[annwrites]

⸻ in silk down to my knees ⸻

· pairing: otto hightower x alicent hightower · type: one-shot · summary: jaehaerys is dead, alicent feels wholly adrift, & knows of nowhere else to go for comfort, except to him. · tags: angst · tw: dead dove (parent/child incest), implied grooming & conditioning · word count: 691

“And they will pay for this,” Otto states quietly, but with absolute conviction, before resting his heavy hands upon his daughter’s slender shoulders.

Alicent’s ingrained reaction tells her first to shrug him off—to refute his gesture of comfort, false or otherwise. The other half, however…

She has sinned once.

And then again.

And again. 

And… 

What is but one more instance of it?

She has not her mind about her. Her wits have fled her, along with all sense of rationality this dark night. 

After her lady mother passed into the hands of the Gods, she was made to take her metaphorical place as her father’s confidant, among other things. At times, at least. 

She even confused her own father’s and husband’s differing roles on occasion so many years ago. 

Viserys had an easy way about him, she had once told him. As such, she indeed saw him as a father figure when she was still but a girl and initially getting to know him, because he acted in a manner more befitting of one than her own often did—and does yet still. 

Otto taught her, when her body was still yet blooming, how to draw a man in. How to hold his attention.

She has not forgotten his many lessons, even now.

Through them, she thinks—nay, knows—his own wants and desires better than any other’s. She used to mentally pride herself upon the fact. She knows it was sick of her: to feel pleased in being so familiar with him. Knowing that she is the only one still alive who is.

She turns slowly round to him, knowing she will burn in the Seven Hells for what she is about to do. She fears she has lost all control. But the thought is already there—the want. 

And so she acts upon it. Just as she used to with him. It is an old habit, perhaps. No, that word is not fitting for it. A conditioned action, or reaction. 

She melds her body against his own, stands on tiptoes, and presses her lips to his. Her own father’s. 

Her eyes flutter closed and her body hums as her arms come to wind securely around his neck and his beard scratches against her soft skin.

And then he breaks away and the moment is lost to oblivion.

“Daughter—”

“Father, please,” she pleads with tears shimmering in her chestnut eyes. “You said I look like her in certain lights. If that is what is required…” She begins to choke on her own tears. “Let me play that part for you now, if that is what you need.”

“Have you gone mad?” he replies in a harsh whisper, which cuts her to her core.

“Has this not been your design after these many years? Teaching and tutoring me in the art of men’s seduction. Of yours. You could not have me, so you instead gave me to him, and lived through him in having me. Didn’t you?”

He steps away, shaking his head incredulously. 

“You once called me the most comely girl in all the realm. You dressed me to look the part, did you not? Placed me in her gowns, wrapped her jewels around my neck. Placed your hands upon me while you—”

“That is enough, Alicent!”

She starts toward him. “No, I don’t think it is. Not nearly.”

She reaches up, tangles her fingers in his hair, and proceeds to use all her strength to force his lips down upon her own yet again. 

“Alicent,” he whispers as he grasps at her waist to shove her away. 

“Please,” she begs. “I don’t want to feel like this. Make me forget. Just for now. I’ve asked you for nothing for so long. Please. Please.”

“Dear Gods, Alicent,” he murmurs before returning to old, practiced habits.

He crushes his lips to hers, and she begins to fall down that dark, endless pit once again. But no longer does she find fear within it, but welcome comfort and familiarity as he slides a practiced hand beneath the skirts of her gown, and guides her back toward his bed.

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[consultingzoologist]

Can you write something from you Fungus lore? Maybe how Ellie can here the echo of people through the cordyceps?

Thanks for the ask! So sorry it's taken an age to get to it! Read more about the Fungus Lore/Grandeur verse here

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The first few times it happens Ellie dismisses it as her overactive imagination, her tendency to wallow in her guilt. Is convinced the whispers she hears at the edge of her mind, the emotions ghosting against hers, are hallucinations, the last ramblings of her mind's last struggle against the fungus.

Of course, she realises later (more like comes to terms with) that is not the case.

She watches the kids in Jackson play, running and shrieking with laughter as they kick an ancient football around the grass.

(At the same time, she feels the impression of a silent cheer, sees a smile so bright for a kid on the run.)

(The smile that she grits her teeth and forces herself to remember whenever the image of that sweet face morphed into that of a monster rears into her memories.)

I'm still here, the echo whispers, birds dancing in flight like hands flowing from word to word, slow for her benefit, I am not alone.

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Ellie's joy is doubled when she finds herself dancing, and not just because here dancing is safe, here dancing won't be interrupted by death.

When she dances Riley dances with her, beneath her feet. She knows, in her bones, that this is true.

She can't prove that the echo of Riley somehow caused the ground beneath her feet to lurch, sending her crashing into Dina.

(who caught her, of course)

But what harm is it, to hear her friend's delighted laugh in the call of a bird when Dina blushes and tells her (fondly!) to watch her step?

~

Ellie used to dream of Tess, in-between the other nightmares. She was sure Joel did too, when he startled awake and refused to tell her why. Was quiet (even for him) the next day.

Now, this dream Tess is peaceful. Unmarred by blood and fear and fire. Fungus weaves itself through her hair, lends a shine to her eyes that isn't quite human, the same shine Ellie spots in her own when she catches brief glimpses of her reflection passing mirrors. There is greenery around her, foliage rustling in a gentle breeze.

"You did good kid."

"I didn't," Ellie says, "I didn't save anyone, or the world."

"You saved one person," Tess tilts her head, as if listening to the wind. She looks different, less human, "you'll save more, in time."

"What does that mean though?

Tess shakes her head, grins. She looks solid again, as solid as a dream, an echo, can be.

"Tell him, ah forget it. He'll know soon." She reaches for Ellie, touches her shoulder, her touch gossamer as a spider's web.

Ellie wakes, knows for certain what is in the future, what will become of them. As she sinks back into sleep she decides that's not a bad future, not at all.

The next morning she remembers nothing of the dream, but wakes calm, reassured.

~

The first time Ellie slept outside the QZ, she felt cradled. Like the Earth was holding her close. It was an easy thing to dismiss. As time goes by, when the feeling arises, she lets it. Allows it in, relaxes into the sense of safety, of love. She imagines this is what being held by a parent must feel like, hopes that somewhere deep in her memory the echo of that feeling is there, even if she can never recall it.

There must be a reason the Earth is called mother after all.

I wish you'd write a fic where... ask game

[adarkrainbow]

Tales from Broca street: The water-tap fairy

This story, "La fée du robinet", is one of the most famous stories of Pierre Gripari, most notably because it is, to this day, the most well-known parody of Charles Perrault's fairy tale "Les fées" (The fairies), also known in English as "Diamonds and toads" (or "Toads and diamonds"? I can never recall the order).

Once upon a time, in Ancient Gaul, there was a tiny good fairy who lived in a spring, and the people of Gaul regularly brought her offerings of flowers, cakes and fruits, and danced around her domain during celebrations. However, one day Gaul was Christianized, and a priest came to the area: he told everybody to stop giving offerings and dances to the fairy, he claimed she was a soul-stealing devil. The villagers knew this was a lie, but they feared the priest: so they mostly stopped... outside for the oldest of them all who continued their practices in secret. When the priest discovered this, he became mad with anger: he had a huge cross of stone built over the spring, and he used Latin magical formulas to banish the fairy. And everybody believed it worked, because the fairy stopped appearing, and that for 15 centuries!

However the fairy was still there: she was trapped in her spring, due to the cross of stone. But since she could not appear anymore, slowly everybody forgot about her existence... The fairy was however very patient: she knew that the time of the Christians would eventually pass, just like the time of the fairy ended, and she knew that one day the cross-stone would fall into pieces and she would be free. [Note: I know this all sounds like some serious modern epic fiction but trust me, it is a very simply-written children story of the 60s].

One day, two engineers passed by the area, discovered the spring, and immediately decided to use it to bring fresh water to the town nearby. So they destroyed the cross, and placed pipes that sucked the water... and the fairy. The poor tiny fairy wandered for a very long time in the endless maze of dark pipes, wondering "What is going on? Where am I? How did I get there?" But finally she reached the end of the tunnel... a water-tap in a kitchen.

[Gripari humourosly notes that the fairy was quite lucky she didn't end up in a toilet, and that as such our story wasn't the one of the "Toilet fairy"]

The kitchen was part of a flat in which lived a low-class workers. There was a mother and a father, who worked very hard all day long, and two daughters who went to school for most of the day. As such, they usually were all asleep by 10 PM and didn't use the tap of the kitchen during the night... which prevented their encounter with the fairy, since fairies never appear during the day, but always at night, usually after midnight.

As I said, there were two daughters. One, named Martine, was a gluttonous, lazy and very rude girl. One night, around two in the morning, she got up to steal food from the fridge - a piece of chicken meat, a tangerine, some jam... Feeling thirsty she opened the water-tap to drink some water when, surprise! The fairy appeared. A tiny, tiny woman with a mauve dress and dragonfly wings, holding a wand with a golden star at the tip. With a musical voice, the fairy said hello to Martine (already knowing her name) and asked her for a bit of jam. Martine, seeing that she was a "well-dressed lady", and knowing you must always be polite with well-dressed ladies to get out of trouble, immediately gave her the jam. The fairy, to reward her kindness, gave her the gift of spitting a pearl for each word she said.

The following day her parents discovered the gift. Immediately they tried to have her spit larger pearls. They thought that by having her say the longest words possible they would have bigger pearls, so they tried to have her tell the longest word of the French language (anticonstitutionnellement), but it only created a twisted and crooked pearl. Forgetting this idea, her parents simply had her speak all day long in front of a bowl to make their fortune. Martine, who loved to gossip and hated to work, was delighted with this new life... Until she realized she was fed up with being all alone, sitting all day long. So, after three days of this new life, she started cussing... And suddenly the pearls she was spitting were MUCH larger.

As such the parents discovered how to make her create big pearls. This is a French pun: in French, cuss words, "dirty words" and other swear words and insults are called, in a neutral (if not a tad bit childish) way "gros mots" (large words/big words). As such, when the girl says "big words"... she creates "big pearls". Now Martine was told to insult and swear and curse all day long, and she loved this even more than before... But after one week of being scolded by her parents every time she stopped cussing or swearing, she got fed up and ran away.

She wandered in the streets of Paris (because yes, we are in Paris), but by the evening she was tired, hungry and homeless. As she stopped by a bench to cry, a beautiful, sweet-faced, curly-haired, white-handed young man asked her what was wrong. She told him her story (while spitting a lot of pearls) and the man declared he was in love with her, and wanted to take her home to live with her... Except that the young man turned out to be a greedy abuser: he locked Martine up in his house, and forced her to spit a salad-bowl full of pearls every day. If she didn't... he would beat her up. Thus began a very sad life for Martine...

But let's return to the flat, and let's take a look at Martine's sister Marie. Marie was the younger sister, and the opposite of Martine. She was kind, well-behaved, polite, very wise. She had also been deeply affected by what happened to her sister, so when her parents tried to have her open the water-tap at night to receive so she could "replace" Martine, Marie refused. Her parents had to use of all sorts of tricks to force her to open the water-tap, including giving her a LOT of salty food before going to bed. Eventually, she HAD to go fetch some water past midnight... and of course the fairy appeared.

The fairy asked for some jam... And Marie straight up went "No! You did the misfortune of my sister, this is not going to happen to me too! And anyway, I can't just take food out of the fridge while my parents are asleep: it is forbidden!". The fairy was quite angry at this answer (and as the narrator says, she had been cut off from humanity since 1500 years, and wasn't really in-tune with modern civilization). So, disappointed, she cursed the girl: spitting a snake for every word she would say.

After trying to speak and spitting a grass-snake, Marie had to tell her night adventures to her parents by writing it down. Her parents immediately brought her to a doctor who lived two floors above them, in the same building. The doctor was a young and kind man who had a promising career in front of him. He asked Marie to come to the bathroom, and to speak above his bath-tub, so as to perform some tests. He asked her to say a random word: "Mother" created a grass-snake. He asked her to say "a big word", and Marie was a bit shy, since she was a nice girl, but she whispered a cuss word - and a young boa was created. Then the doctor asked for a "nasty word", or "wicked word", and she had to force herself to come up with something since she was not used to say mean things. Ultimately, "Dirty cow" created two small vipers. The doctor's conclusions: "big words" create large snakes, and mean words create venomous snakes.

The doctor's solution? To marry him! The parents, confused, ask him if this will cure her. The doctor answer is "No, and I do hope she will never be cured!". He explains that he works for the Pasteur Institute, and that they are in dire need of snakes to create anti-venom serums. A snake-spitting girl like Marie would be a treasure for the advance of science. So the parents married Marie to the doctor, who proved to be a very kind and gentle husband to her. They had a very happy marriage, even thought she often had to say truly horrible things to him to create cobras, vipers or other coral-snakes. But he didn't mind, and Marie stayed a very simple, modest and kind woman.

Now, the story does not end here, far from it. The fairy in the water-tap was wondering what happened to the two girls, so a Saturday night, after midnight, she appeared in front of the two parents (they just returned from the movie-theater and had a late-night snack). She asked them what had been the fate of the two daughters, and the fairy was VERY surprised and confused by the answers. Not only did she learn that she had cursed the good girl and gifted the bad one... but that ultimately the gift caused disasters and the curse happiness. The fairy, disappointed, declared that she is lost into this modern world, and is not accustomed to how things work anymore: she has a false judgement on things, and doesn't prepare the consequences of her actions. Her solution? (Beware, slight 60s misogyny here) She needs to find an enchanter wiser than her, so she would marry him and obey him. (Yep, casual 60s France... Women were only allowed to have their own bank account, separate from their husband's, in 1965. Mind you, the rest of the tale does nuance the misogyny as you will see, but still)

However, where to find an enchanter in modern-day? Simple! The fairy will just create him. She flew into the street, and then quickly ended up... Yes, in Broca street, by the épicerie-buvette of Papa Saïd, as papa Saïd was closing the shop. The fairy flew in discreetly, and found there the large notebook and the color crayons that belonged to Bachir. She ripped a page out of Bachir's notebook, took a black crayon (the narrator points out two things: 1) this is the reason Bachir's notebook has so many ripped pages an 2) Fairies have such good eyes they see colors even in the dark) and draw an enchanter with a large pointy black hat and a black houppelande, before reciting the rhyme: "Enchanteur noir, Couleur du soir, Je t'ai dessiné, Veux-tu m'épouser?" (Black enchanter, Color of evening, I drew you, Do you want to marry me?). The drawing comes to life, but the enchanter refuses, saying the fairy is too fat. In anger, the fairy removes his life, and he turns back into a simple drawing.

She repeats the process using the brown crayon (and in the rhyme it is "Enchanteur brun, Couleur de rien", Brown enchanter, Color of nothing). But the brown enchanter claims she is too skinny - so he too loses his sort-of-life. Having only one last attempt, she rips a third page, uses the last crayon, a blue one, and once she is done, she is quite happy with the result because he is more beautiful than the other two. "Enchanteur bleu, couleur des cieux, Je t'ai dessiné, Veux-tu m'épouser?" (Blue enchanter, color of the heavens, I drew you, Do you want to marry me?)

The enchanter agreed, the fairy took him out of the paper so he would become a real enchanter.

Immediately, the enchanter said they had to remove the spells on Marie and Martine. With one magical formula, Martine stopped spitting pearls - and after being beaten up one last time by her abusive tormenter, she was kicked out in the street. She returned to her parents, but the experience had turned her sweet and nice, having lost all of her flaws. Marie also lost her talent at creating snakes, but it didn't change anything, since her doctor of a husband had grown very fond of her, and they had developed a mutual love.

The enchanter and the fairy disappeared: nobody knows where they went, though they are still alive. They are very, very careful with their magic, and in general refuse to make themselves noticed in any way.

And the following day, madame Saïd, Bachir's mother, scolded him for how the shop as filled with ripped paper pages, used crayons and enchanters drawings. Bachir told her it wasn't his fault... But nobody believed him.

[fauxkitty]

ೃ༄ as we cross the empty skies

ೃ⁀➷cw: swear words, angst, italic implies a memory, implied death

*ੈ✩‧₊˚: tate x impliedfem!reader

You spend your days now in what used to be your bedroom, ever since your passing, it now belongs to someone else, that’s all you do now, you lay down and think, and after a while memories of you life come flooding in, and then soon after regret overtakes your body, and all you can do is repeat that cycle day after day.

There is one memory that passes through your mind every single day without fail, and that was the day you met Tate, you were enamored with him the first time you even looked at him, the way his silky hair shone under the soft sunlight, oh and those dimples, can’t forget the dimples, and how he looked like such a kind and loving person, but there was so much more behind that hazy gaze.

You were perched up, sitting on your windowsill, when you noticed the unfamiliar silhouette of a boy quickly walking across the hall through the crack in your door, out of curiosity, you got up to see who it was, you figured it was one of your dads patients. “Hi,” you said, sheepishly waving at the boy in front of you, he stared at the sight in front of him, and then slowly waved back.

That was back when you thought you had met the love of your life, oh how wrong you were.

Tate got comfortable on your thighs as you played with his soft curls, you felt the tension in his body go away, and his body slightly went limp as he started to drift off into sleep, and soon enough you fell asleep too.

That was another one of the good ones, you wished it stayed that way, you wished you weren’t as curious as you were, maybe if you hadn’t let your thoughts get the best of you, you could’ve saved your relationship, but nothing ever went well for you did it?

Your eyes opened wide in shock, you felt the tears coming, how could you not have seen it? how did you not figure it out sooner? the man you loved, was a murderer, all you could do was stare at the article with his picture, and breakdown into tears, you hugged yourself as you huddled into a corner of your room, ever since you moved into this house everything in your life has gone to shit, your relationship with your parents, your school life, and your mental health worsened every second.

A rough of but soft hand touched your cheek, you immediately knew it was Tate, instead of feeling safe, you felt fear wash over your body. You quickly composed yourself and got up, ready to yell at him, to hit him, to scratch at him, to let out all your anger at how he could be so selfish, how he could take someone’s life, but all that escaped your lips was a pathetic sob.

“I’m sorry,” He uttered, his voice was barely audible, I didn’t have to tell him, he knew that I had found out. “Sorry? Why are you apologizing to me?” I spat. “Because I know you’re mad, and I love you, i’m sorry.” Tears trailed down his face, was this a shitty attempt at trying to manipulate me? If so it wasn’t working.

“You’re sick Tate,” I spoke, “Why would you that?” “I-I don’t know, why would I do that?” Tate cried out, he attempted to grab my hand, I quickly pulled away and looked at him in disgust. “I can’t, I just can’t right now.” It took everything in to walk away, I wanted to hear him out, to hug to him, and comfort him, but he didn’t deserve that, especially because he had seemingly no remorse for what he did, of course Tate followed after me.

“Leave me alone Tate!”

“No! I won’t let you leave, please just stay..” Tate tried grabbing at my shoulder, I pushed him away, and in a haste to get down the stairs, I missed a step and fell down, everything went black, I woke up, my head was throbbing, and there was blood on the floor, Tate was holding me, his eyes red and puffy, and that’s when I knew that the murder house had claimed another soul.

Now all I can do is avoid him, and watch my parents mourn at the loss of their sweet little girl, though i’m not really gone, I don’t want to scare them, I just want them to get over my death so that they can finally be at peace, and I can wait for the day that I’ll finally be at peace too.

a/n: this is my first fic! and my first time writing, criticism is highly encouraged.

[hel-phoenyx]

Pride

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

Tiny as he was, he always held his head high. Two years old, and already he was running everywhere at home, ignoring his fragile health and the scales falling over. I always wondered how many of them would be still on his cheeks, still shining under the sun and lightning alike.

Even when the storm was raging, and even the bravest men would close themselves in their homes waiting for it to pass, he would go outside and run under the rain, forgetting all about the sickness that would take him tomorrow.

His birthday was yesterday and he was outside the same, even though the sea was screaming its anger and somewhere far, far away from our house, newborn cries were heard in the palace, even though I wouldn't hear of it until the sun comes back.

His powers were far too wide for such a feeble body. But he held on, and he held high.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

Proud, of himself and his dominion over sea and storms alike, proud of his resilence despite the sickness and the frailty, but first and foremost proud of his loved ones, his people.

Proud of the wolf-kid he brought home one day before one of the house attendant chased him, prouf of the frail teenager with the smell of blood, proud of the white-haired woman always shivering, proud of the stocky kid with the scars and the frown, proud of the cocky half-elf, proud of the kid without a face for himself.

Proud to call our parents his parents, and to call me his sister.

We were looked at in fear and hate and contempt, depending where we were going. Royal blood frighten the people, fallen lineage disgust the nobles, cowardice makes itself hated by the warriors. Our glory was waning by the day, but we were still proud to be us.

He held the most pride.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

Proud, even though the court was rejecting everything he was. We were still high nobility, among the highest, saved by traditions ; I know this is the only reason he was allowed to be in the same circle as the prodigal prince.

He was proud of that too. Proud of being prince Kaizarz's first friend, proud of being the one he went to when he wanted a fight, even though he was still weak, still sick. The Queen never learnt of that pride, while for mom, it was her own pride and joy.

Every time he went to the castle I saw his face drop yet he was still going. Because he was proud. Proud to be called a friend in the walls of the enemy.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

Proud of growing up, slowly losing his sick face, his strenght growing day by day. Still smaller than most, he was catching up as a fulgurant speed thanks to someone who finally figured out what was the problem with his body, he was proud of his newfound power.

Proud to be called an equal by the future king, even after he learnt what his ancestors took from us. Proud to show himself at the castle even with the sword some consider cursed by the Good King's lineage. Proud to exist even though that existence is a nuisance to half the country and a hope for the other half.

Prouf of his friends, both his friends. The people and the noblemen. The princesses and the peasants. The pariah and the king.

Proud of his family, proud of his adored father, proud of his detested mother.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

This is probably why he is still holding his head high, even though rivers of blood come hit us day after day. Years after years and father's glory is waning day by day, soon we won't have any name to protect us, only our might, and his has always been the greatest. He is proud of the expectations, prouf of the weight on his shoulders, never have I ever seen him shudder.

Everything seem easy to a prideful man. Fights, with him finally catching up to the one I consider his biggest rival, the son of a house known for their unwavering allegiance to the crown. Not ours. Fights, verbal ones or just death stares with other noblemen or warriors that look unfavorably on the af Mundir spawn. Fights, when he had the misfortune to cross paths with the queen and she was looking at him like a prey she had been waiting to corner.

But also, friendship. With the people, with the children at the castle, with that little group we were hiding in a graveyard. With everyone that went past the spawn and the heir to see the teenager.

His pride must be why he never talked to anyone about his fears and his sorrows. a kid his age must have had some, isn't it ? He looked like he didn't, and I hated him for it. Now I wonder exactly what he didn't tell us.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

That's why it was so painful to see him with a head so low, him who never wielded even in front of the councilmen he was mocking endlessly, or the queen he was one of the only people brave enough to hold her gaze. It was a man I thought unbreakable, but the idol with feet of clay always ends up broken at the heel.

I couldn't bear to see him break for something he brought upon himself. I couldn't bear to hear about all the people hit by the clay debris.

He disappeared unable to hold the shame, he who was not even shivering under the burden of expectations. How quick the prideful have fallen.

I tought him dead, but something kept him alive all this time. He would say it was duty. I think it was pride.

The last drop of something stopping his meaningless death.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

It's probably what took him so long to reappear. Two years is a long time, even for a grief-stricken teenager with no one to cling onto. Mother died in shame and Father in indifference. We were the only ones to care. As no one cared about the spawn until he reappeared.

Shame follows pride, the shame of losing what made his strenght, his fighting ability. Shame of failing everything and ruining all our chances to obtain what was once ours. Shame of knowing he would need to keep his head low, in a middle where everyone hates him now.

You can't hold your head low when it was so high all this time.

You can't be nobody when you were once Tyrfing af Mundir.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

That's why he's trying. Training, to recover what was once his peak. Trying, to rebuild something with the man he hurt more than most. Trying, to live despite the weight of the deaths. Trying.

Trying, to ease my life even though I don't want his pity. Me, too, I am proud. This is why I know none other than him could have mentioned my existence to Kaizarz. I've never been to the castle. For more than most, Tyrfing af Mundir is the only spawn of that name.

It protected me all these years, but I can't bear dying in oblivion, and I suppose his pride couldn't hold that weight, either. That's why he brought me. Kriss af Mundir, now living at the Laangfisk's, and known by everyone as the Good King's eldest granddaughter.

He can say anything he wants, I know he hates himself because he can't bear how low he fell. The bar is far too deep for a man that proud.

Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

He's leaving for an Odyssey and I know there is unresolved business. A Tournament he went to but didn't fight in because his mind wouldn't fathom a defeat, an assassination he had to wait for the results because he was not strong enough to accompany the prodigy, and now, feelings he can't bring himself to confess because he wouldn't bear a rejection.

Even though everything is against him he's still going, still trying, one way or another. Still looking at the councilmen with those eyes empty of respect, still holding himself to the standards of a prince and acting like he still is. This is not surprising. Mother raised a King.

In a few days he will be gone, running behind his pride like he still can pursue it, somehow. I don't know in which state he will return. I fear he will not as much as he will.

Yes, Tyrfing has always been a proud man.

and I hate that because

contrary to me

He always has something to be proud of.