#Mother Abagail

[grownups-are-the-real-monsters]

I need to do a Long Walk AU where it's just them in the plot of The Stand (I will not actually be doing this because I am a dumbass that can't write anymore or do big projects).

#but like #stebbins focused #he'd really struggle with the dueling dreams of Randall and Abagail #be scared of where his place in it all is #is he bad or is he good?? #he doesn't know #stephen king #the long walk #stebbins #ray garraty #peter mcvries #the stand #randall flagg #mother abagail #textpost #text post #the stand (1994)

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

Hannibal nbc’s found family concept is just a lot of shared trauma (and murder).

Will never had a family, really, Hannibal had his family "taken" from him at a young age, and Abagails family was dysfunctional enough for her father to kill her mother and then try to kill her.

So, they created their own.

Hannibal became the father figure Abigail really needed, and wanted. She bonded with him, and killed with him in a way she was proud-ish of. In a way she could get with Garret Jacob Hobbs. Hannibal grew to care for Abigail, and eventually went through with what her father never finished.

As much as I despise the feminization of Will Graham, he is the mother of their family. (The murder family)

Will became the mother figure Abigail created in her mind, after her mother’s death. Abigail and Will never bonded with one another as well as her and Hannibal did. They had a weird tension with one another, but they still had love. Wills love for Abigail felt like one of a mother, which he never had.

In the end of it all, tying in their ‘Murder family’, and Abigails original family every thing is the opposite.

Abagails story starts by being the sole survivor of her family in the kitchen, but ends up being the only one truly dead in the murder family. She also ends up with no new scar than the one she had before.

Will, the mother in this, gets cut first, like Abigail’s mother. Instead of dying first, he bleeds until eventually passing out. He survives but left with a scar.

Hannibal, aka Garret Jacob Hobbs in this situation, stabbed the both of them, but ends up unharmed and alive. He is the sole person unharmed in this situation. Unlike Hobbs who had the most scars when he was killed.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#autism #adhd #gay #rizz? #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc

[t3acupz]

1, for the ask game :3

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Abigail

So many people portray her as completely innocent, and her involvement in her father’s murders was just a survival strategy. But I think a part of her enjoyed the hunt, and that’s a major reason why Hannibal was drawn to her as a surrogate daughter.

Hannibal finds would be/fledgling killers; inserts himself in their lives to wind them up and watch them go. He saw that same potential in Will, Randall, Chiyoh, Bedelia, and Francis.

I like to think about what purpose each character serves, and Abigail’s is to show the audience that killing can be done out of love. Initially, Abagail’s reaction to finding out she has been eating the victims was horror. With Hannibal’s coaxing (and ulterior motive to convince her to become his protégé/daughter) she then came to the realization that helping her father kill those girls was an act of love. This motif continues as a thread between Will and Abigail — both being loved by Hannibal while also hurt by him in the process.

Similarly, Will and Abigail found ways to excuse killing if it served a greater purpose. In Will’s case, he saw it as a way to exact justice (at least that’s how he justified it to himself at the time). For Abigail, killing wasn’t murder as long as every part of the victim was consumed or repurposed.

Even her apparent apathy concerning her mother’s murder, and her nonchalant attitude when realizing that Hannibal was a serial killer is often excused as a trauma response or Stockholm syndrome. I see it as more evidence that she is a psychopath like Hannibal and Will. Abigail kills because it makes her feel powerful. Even her killing Nicholas Boyle wasn’t purely self defense, and she acknowledged that. What makes Abigail unique compared to the rest of the serial killers in season one is that she is able to hide her true nature behind a veneer of girlish innocence.

#ask #abigail hobbs #meta #hannibal meta

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.𝘵𝘸𝘰

pairing - marcus armstrong x wisconsin!reader

summary - reader was a pageant winner from two to eighteen before going to college to public speaking and becoming one of motorsport’s biggest content creators, interviewers and change makers. she and marcus have been dating for six months and she’s finally decided to bring him home to wisconsin for her eldest sister’s wedding

a/n - reader has several siblings, Abagail (27), Elijah (25), reader (22), Parker (17) and Shiloh (17). I wanted this to be written like short 300 word parts (like headcannons) but apparently I can’t write an imagine with short parts so probably this will be written into separate imagines. So this will be part.2 and. Also, not proof read. Also, I stressed so much over this so it’s probably shit. Sorry :)

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family dinner-

“So Marcus, how’s life with my baby sister?” The bride-to-be asks while making a pouty face at Y/n.

“Abby stop it,” The y/h/c whines and flings a spoonful of mash potatoes at her older sister’s plate.

“A living hell right?” Elijah grins and wiggles his eyebrows at Marcus.

The brunette can only stifle a laugh as Y/n throws a cut up piece of chicken at her brother. She scowls at him as Y/n/n scolds the two of them.

“Yeah, ‘Lijah. Stop acting like a toddler.” Y/n teases her older and smirks only to have a piece of a dinner roll thrown at her head.

The y/h/c girl slowly turns her head to the side to see her younger sister grinning with her hand mid air.

Before Y/m/n can do anything Shiloh and Y/n toss pieces of their dinner at each other and the three siblings look at each other before shrugging and joining in.

“Guys stop it,” Y/m/n scolds once again and elbows her husband who is mindlessly shoving food in his mouth. “Y/d/n, help me out here.”

“Yeah, guys listen to your mother.”

Y/m/n sighs and smacks her husband’s head as she watching a her five children throw food around.

Y/n laughs uncontrollably as Abagail, Shiloh and her team up against the boys, flinging spoonfuls of mash potatoes at each other.

Marcus and Ravi, Abagail’s fiancé, share a look before also breaking out in laughter.

The two can’t even begin to express how lucky their were to find such smart and humorous and loving woman and be in a relationship with them.

The two keep watching the fight unfold as the siblings’ parents keep eating and sighs, well only their mother.

“Parker stop it! Don’t aim for my shirt, I just got it last week.” Shiloh half whines as she throws a piece of cabbage at her twin brother’s head.

“Too bad,” Parker laughs in return as he flings a bread roll at Shiloh’s head.

Y/n laughs and throws a spoonful of tomato sauce at Elijah who just in time dodges it, the sauce splattering all over Marcus’s shirt.

And just like that the pity food fight between the siblings stop and everyone slowly turn their heads to face Marcus.

Y/n is the first to break the silence with her laughter. Y/m/n can’t even open her mouth and scold her children as they all break out into laughter, apologizing over and over again.

“I’m so sorry honey,” Y/n says in between laughter as she places a hand on Marcus’s shirt.

“It’s a first and a tradition,” Ravi grins at Marcus who returns the smile as he pats Y/n head who is currently laughing into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“How about he gets changed?” Y/m/n asks skeptically with a raise of her eyebrow.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marcus gets up from his seat and excuses himself before he starts walking up the stairs.

“I’ll help,” Y/n runs after him.

“Uh huh, sure.”

#marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #indycar #indycar x reader #original post #original writing

[ctorres74]

[Mark looks between the doorway his mother had run through and the ghost standing before him, whom he considered more of a mother than the first. He hadn't known what just happened... but by the looks of both their reactions, it was bad.]

[He decides, mentally, he'll comfort Camilla first. And after, he'll find Abagail and comfort her, too.]

[But for now, he rushes to her ghostly side, and attempts to hug her, but phases right through. So, instead, he tries words...]

"Ma'am? I-It's gonna be okay, just– What h-happened?"

[She eventually lowers her hands and sets them fall to her sides. As if she didn't control them anymore. As if she's scared to say anything more.]

[She really hadn't meant to touch a nerve. She did say it on accident, yes, but she didn't know how seriously Abby would take her slip-up. But the more she thinks about it... calling someone your kid in front of that person's mother? She'd be heartbroken if someone did that to her!! And the more she thinks about the weight of her comment, the more it collapses in on her.]

[But Mark can't see any of that. And he can't hear it, either. He couldn't hear what she just... what she just said....]

[She pulls her notebook closer.]

["It will be okay Do not worry I am sor I am sorry, Mark. I say something that hurt your mother."]

[joelhersheysofficial]

[One new message from "transphobia"]

"Joel, can we talk? Down at the hospital; I'm with your mother."

[One unread messages from "Joel"]

"Sure! What is it Aunt Abagail?"

#asks #markheathbarofficial #family business

[markheathbarofficial]

[It’s nine-ten at night when the rented car pulls besides the sidewalk besides Mark’s house. Peeling with paint, annual vines wrapping their sad tendrils around whatever splintered wood and chipping paint they can reach.]

[Abagail looks back to her sister, smoking in the front seat, to her nieces in the back seat, watching seemingly the only Christian in Mandela as she approaches the front door, stowed away on front porch steps that creak with every step, that threatened to give way under her weight.

She would’ve had company, but after a half hour long car ride of insisting she needs to do this alone, they came to the agreement that if she’s  allowed in, they’ll all come after.

Abby takes a deep breath as she opens the storm door and knocks on cold, painted wood. There’s no response for a while, but out of the corner of her eye, the mother spots the windowblinds fall back. Someone had looked out at her, deliberately ignored her, and–

“What the fuck do you want?! Why the hell are you here, get off my porch. Now.” The door had swung open, and on the other side stood her son, hoodie tied around their waist and exhausted scowl on his face. 

Well, he certainly takes after… someone. Abagail can’t decide in the moment who though. And he’s lost their stutter. She can’t help but miss something that was such a clear component of her son’s speech. 

“Mark, honey, are you okay? Just, after we last saw you, you were so beaten up, and–”

“I’m fine,” comes his immediate response. “I’d be better if you weren’t fucking here right now, actually. Why the hell are you back? To criticize my parenting skills? To get pissy because I didn’t invite you to a barely-funeral?”

There’s a pause as they stare at each other. Mark looks hurt. Abagail realizes, in that moment, just the sort of damage she’s caused her baby. She wants to apologize. To hold them like he’d longed for in his loneliness. But she couldn’t turn back time. She could only prevent what could come now.

“No. That’s not why I came.” 

This answer gets a long moment of staring from the younger of the pair. He looks hesitantly behind them, but he was always a pushover. Always wanted to help how they could. Even if it hurt him. 

“Okay. You have fourty-five seconds. I’m having trouble getting Sarah to sleep, so I need to go. And… besides, I don’t think good things would happen if, um… I-If Cesar saw you.”

What comes next surprises them both. A simple, soft, “I came to apologize.” In all honesty… Abby didn’t know how it would come out. She just knew it needed to.

Mark stares at his mother in disbelief for a long moment, resolve seeming to crumble at the offer of a relationship with one of the two people he wouldn’t admit they miss so dearly.

“You can… come in. But you  have to fuck off from Sarah’s room.  I don’t want you to stress her more than you already have.”

A small smile makes its way across Abagail’s face. She’s lucky.But something is definitely… wrong. Something now could easily kill her in this hell of a county, especially with more than just Cesar—her son’s “hoodlum friend”—here to protect them. And would Mark even come to her rescue? Would he care to pull Cesar away, or tell Olive to back off?

Of course, their mother doesn’t even think of the possibility of danger as she comes in. She still looks nervous, yes, but she’s so relieved to know there’s a chance, even a small one, that she could possibly fix things. Or… at the very least, apologize.

And that’s all either of them can really ask for as they set a kettle of water on for tea to discuss over.

Mark comes to the conclusion it’ll be nice to finally share the other cup of tea with someone… but he puts on enough for a third cup. Just in case a certain ghost wants to join.]

[ravewing]

who is the hottest founding father and who is the ugliest and also are there any founding fathers that are girls (i’m looking to get into amrev 🥺🥺🥺)

george washington hottest no questions asked. jefferson and hamilton were pretty fine too tho ...

john adams was probably one of the uglier founding fathers (hes obnoxious and disliked [1776 reference]) DURING the revolutionary war but aaron burr hands down was the ugliest afterwards (he had a couple strokes and ended up looking very ...... interesting ..)

as for founding mothers i havent read much on women at the time yet BUT a few names that like. are sticking to me rn are abagail adams (john adams' wife, i think she was known for supporting women's education + was anti slavery) and mercy otis warren (i believe she wrote plays that worked as propaganda to unite america against the british + she published a lot of the first history of the amrev in the early 1800s)!!

getting into amrev is one of the best things you can do its so awesome sauce fr. id recommend reading books on it + reading letters from that time is also super silly😋😋

[impuretale]

Alright - Headcanon Asks yeah?

All of them! Every last one for a character in the Stand. Which character for each headcanon up to you.

Okay [cracks knuckles] I can try that! I may wind up going back to a few more than others but it just tells you which ones I do the most thinking on. Also by and large this is specific to the 2020 miniseries but will figure in wider canon sometimes.

SO

Headcanon meme ask list is here.

☾ - Larry Underwood's dreams and visions, even those alluding to Mother Abagail, are as disturbing as they are at the start of the series because he's still taking coke. Hence why his vision of her calling him to come and see her is intermixed with that of his dying mother.

★ - Joe/Leo Rockway still has dreams about both Larry and Mommy Nadine as he grows up.

☆ - Kojak the dog fathers puppies and lives a good, long dog life.

☠ - Lloyd Henreid's gold tooth that appears after arriving in Vegas, is not purely cosmetic. One of the first people who wound up on the telephone poles didn't understand the pecking order yet and thought he was an easy target to take a swing at, and while Lloyd scrapped back, Flagg finished the matter by establishing that he picks his soldiers and they are off limits.

✿ - Flagg is very accustomed to his partners passing out before the end and tends to hit such a devastatingly huge dip in adrenaline afterward that he could probably benefit from aftercare, which never happens because his partners are out. When your mind is open to the eldritch horrors and arriving leaves everything exposed and unguarded, you don't experience post-nut clarity so much as post-nut disparity. This is not a big enough deterrent to warn him off from the practice itself, but then it is very canon that he finds this kind of exposure necessary, even if unpleasant. Wizards, amirite?

■ - Glen Bateman tends to live in clutter. Where he puts something down is just where it lives which means his home dwelling can contain a lot of organized piles of stuff -- it looks like a mess and on occasion he will be very "shit I need to clean I'm out of surfaces" but he knows where everything is.

♡ - Lloyd Henreid is in love with Randall Flagg and doesn't really expect anything from it -- he isn't afraid of him as Julie thinks he is. What he's afraid of is the notion that Flagg only tolerates him. This leads to him trying too hard to be accommodating, on occasion.

♥ - Fran ignores or rebuffs Harold's romantic advances because even if her feelings go beyond "kid I used to babysit that I thought was annoying when I was a teenager" it is not romantic in origin -- she also projected a lot of her little brother onto him, who died when he was little. So him making it after Trips was bittersweetly important because he has always been the younger sibling that made it. Even if it is something she distanced herself from because childhood trauma is hard to deal with as a kid and a teenager, and her friendship with his sister made it a quietly kept secret. She recognizes that's unfair and not something he asked for, but she didn't ask to be the object of his unrequited affections either.

☮ - On the way to Boulder, Glen went fishing a few times with Stu, which seemed to relax him. They would usually catch things and Glen would joke, if they did not, that his loud speechifying scared the fish away.

♦ - Stu cannot play any instruments and his singing is for the shower and the radio only.

☯ - Harold loves PayDays (canon) but absolutely hates fruity candies. After trick or treating he and his sister would barter for their favorites and his willingness to let go of higher-value candy like chewing gum for chocolate meant it was a largely pleasant experience where neither sibling had much reason to steal from each other's stashes.

▼ - Fran hates swimming and can only do it because her parents made her take lessons when she was a kid.

∇ - Assuming my New Game+ theory re: the 2020 miniseries and Flagg holds water, Mother Abagail is also just as aware that events have transpired before and is less ruffled by Flagg because she's literally had these conversations with him multiple times.

♒ - Flagg has a sweet tooth (book/TDT canon) -- with a fully stocked kitchen and permission to fuck around and find out, Lloyd discovered this when he made deep fried oreos and then almost didn't get to have any.

☼ - Lloyd Henreid's XIX tattoo is an easter egg but he got it because it was his first tattoo, on his 19th birthday, and he couldn't think of anything else cool to get.

ൠ - Randall Flagg has no pop culture memories from after 1994. His car has a tape deck because it doesn't occur to him that cars wouldn't have one. He keys into new music pretty quick but all his favorites and the ones that get stuck in his head are from well before that and come from a variety of places.

#headcanon asks #the stand 2020 #headcanon rambles

[elizamaie]

Name: Amelia Honora Madrigal (née Selwyn)

born: July 15, 1825

died: December 12, 1909

father: Curtis Selwyn

mother Honora Rowle

husband: Pedro Madrigal

sons: Juliano and Pepe Madrigals

daughter: Bruna Madrigal

daughters-in-law: Augustine Black and Flora Burke

son-in-law: Theopulius Gamp

grandson: Isaac Madrigal

Granddaughters: Luisa, Mirabel, Dolores, Camila, Antonia

siblings: Curtis, Calvin, Rosanna, Matthew, Christopher, Selimona, Cynthia, Clara, Abagail, Elizabeth, Elliot

[residentdormouse]

Reiterating those Rogue ‘R’ Words

I will reluctantly but respectfully relinquish the reins on the ‘r’ alliteration and renounce any reclaim, regardless of ‘Resident’ reoccuring in my repertoire. In retrospect, your ratio of resounding ‘r’ rhythms ring more readily than my own. Remarkably, even with more reserves running rampant, I’m rubbish at rounding up the required rolling resonance. Maybe I should rethink my rapport with the reverberation before rescinding my right and reaping any resulting repercussions, but really? Any further redundant repetition on my part would be rudimentary at best.

(I’ll give you the “r”s @mrsmungus , not sure I can find any good alliteration using them in mine; I just like saying ‘Fuck off, Flagg’😂)

My Words: Rather, Rest, Reveal, Road, River

Your Words: Support, Scared, Sincere, Star, Safe

If you feel inclined to join, don’t hesitate to ‘@’ me! -OPEN TAG-

Rather

(I thought I used this more than I did. Weird. Ah well, a lot of them are very spoiler-ish, so this is the least of the bunch I think? TW referenced drug use in case that’s an issue.)

“Both of us. Attachments only cause problems.”

“You really are full of shit, you know that? Problems? Pretty sure the way you're living, causing problems is exactly what you're doing right now. Fucking people you consider desposable while doing coke in the back of clubs. You’re saying attachments are more problematic than that?! That makes zero–”

“Because people leave, Harold! They die!”

And there its was, the raw nerve that needed the walls, that required her to wear a mask. Running from a past that would never leave her.

“So you’d rather not even bother, then? Hm. I guess, you just didn’t seem like the type.”

Everything stopped. Her movements, expressions, breath. She was frozen until the words were fully actualized.

“What did you say…”

“Being afraid, playing it safe. Hiding away. Never would have guessed that was the real you, Max.”

The rise and fall of her chest was staggered, and he could tell she was doing her best to control herself. After a few moments, she let out her short but articulated reply.

“Fuck. You. Harold.”

Rest

"Mother Abagail said that we need to have faith. I'm not sure what's beyond here. God. An afterlife. Heaven. Hell. I don't have much faith in all that. But I have faith in you. If this is going to be successful, you'll need to be ready for him."

He put a hand on her cheek, and her shoulders slumped down, head leaning forward to rest against his. A brief moment passed before he urged her to look back at him. Still wet, her eyes shimmered, but held anything further at bay.

“So what do you say, Giggles? Give this another shot?”

She nodded her reply, took a deep breath, and adjusted herself into a comfortable position. She let her eyes close and let her mind focus solely on his words in the moment.

Reveal

(I can only use one sentence because both before and after are spoiler heavy, but its a reference to a canon joke, and it made me laugh when I read it.)

Teddy fired a couple shots, finally revealing the gun he had yet to shoot his dick off with.

Road

(Road and rest in one go - double whammy.)

“Ah, c'mon, nobody saw that coming… Come here,” he held out his hand to her, and she pushed the blanket to the side to take it. In a quick movement, she was pulled up and wrapped in a hug. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she couldn’t argue; this warmth was prefered to that of the blanket. As she continued to regulate her breathing, he continued with his thought. “You can’t just stop all the bad things from happening. Bad things happen to good people, for no good reason, all the time. You can only try to help, and I think you are doing that more than you’re giving yourself credit for. So no, it's not for nothing. Who knows how much worse it would be right now if you didn’t try. No sense going down that road.”

The speech gave her thought; who knows, really. But somehow she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was how it was meant to be, that she was fighting a losing battle.

“It's what he said… I’m afraid of who I was, failing at who I am, and I’m not able to help anybody…just wasting energy on dead men.”

He pulled back slightly, holding her by the shoulders, looking directly in her eyes, searching her face.

“You’re letting him get to you is what you’re doing. Don’t give him that.” He gave her a kiss to the forehead, and she leaned into him again. “Let's get some rest though, this is going to be top of the agenda for tomorrow's meeting.”

“So much for enjoying the win tonight…”

River

(Only two instances of River between both stories. This ones in reference to the song ‘The Humbling River’, which I definitely listened to more than I should have while writing this.)

"You sure about that? You think I don't know your type? Haven't gone rounds with a few tough guys that thought they were some kind of hot shit? Rough exterior, but all raw nerves underneath."

"Lot of assumptions you're making."

"You want to tell me I'm wrong?"

Her eyebrow arched to further advance the question, but there was no response from him. "Nobody here's going to hold you to your past beliefs or practices. Past mistakes. We all have our demons, blood on our hands. Some more than others. As long as you're making an honest effort to change, want to change... Well, what you were back then, it isn't the only path forward, and you might be surprised what you’ll find on others."

"Hmm, again with the mission statements. You all pitch it alot…"

"Not really. Only have to pull it out for the stubborn assholes who think they can do everything themselves.” This time she wasn’t waiting around for a response; he heard it or he didn’t. It was, however, a calculated strike, and she was rarely wrong about these things. She breezed past him into the kitchen to pull the curtains. “Never gonna make it over the river that way. Alone. You need help, and you have an opportunity here. One I'm sure you're not getting anywhere else."

Lack of an immediate answer told her she hit a spot.

#readers are rolling their eyes #mouse's tag games & reblogs #riding the train to alliteration station

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

Not Hannibal comforting marissas mother about abagail “killing” her daughter while he’s the one who did it.💀

#stupid cannibal man #autism #adhd #gay #rizz? #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc

[samcro-before-hoes]

Biker Born and Bred

Characters:

May 2009

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Caroline Abagail Harris

‘Abby, Abs, aunt Abby, Auntie Abby’

September 17, 1989

“Mom can you just stop?”

“Yeah, I like him so what?”

“Bimbo Barbie Slut.”

“What in the twisted Cinderella fetish.”

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Gemma Teller Dutton

‘Gem, Mother Gemma, Grandma’

1957

“I’ve always liked Natalie more than the junkie.”

“Your a really good mom Natalie.”

“He was down an Old Lady, I was down a husband. A few months later we were married.”

“Kick, scratch, bite whatever. Let bitches know they aren’t just free dicks.”

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William Lee Dutton

‘Cowboy, Will, Rich SOB, Grandpa’

1949

First 9/ Club member

“Your a good woman Natalie. I’m proud of you.”

“We’re not a gang, we're a motorcycle club.”

“Jacob Hale becomes Mayor and Charming becomes suburban Disneyland. We can't let that happen.”

“Anything happens to this bird, Gemma will stuff you in this cage, make you wear a beak, and shit on newspapers.”

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Daniel John Dutton

‘Danny’

1988

Prospect

“I've never met someone strong with an easy path.”

“I wanted to prospect but you know my mom, the all nosey Gemma told me it was my destiny.”

“I don’t really remember a lot about him but I miss him.”

“Mom relax.”

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Abel Teller

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[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯

pairing - marcus armstrong x wisconsin!reader

summary - reader was a pageant winner from two to eighteen before going to college to public speaking and becoming one of motorsport’s biggest content creators, interviewers and change makers. she and marcus have been dating for six months and she’s finally decided to bring him home to wisconsin for her eldest sister’s wedding

a/n - reader has several siblings, Abagail (27), Elijah (25), reader (22), Parker (17) and Shiloh (17). I wanted this to be written like short 300 word parts (like headcannons) but apparently I can’t write an imagine with short parts so probably this will be written into separate imagines. So this will be part.1 Also, not proof read. Also, I stressed so much over this so it’s probably shit. Sorry :)

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meeting the parents-

“Mom and Dad! Your favorite is home!”

“Is that always how you announce your appearance?”

“Duh, how else would they know that the wonder child is home?” Y/n teases and flips her hair at Marcus who rolls her eyes back at her in return.

Y/n raises her eyebrows at her boyfriend who is struggling to get all of their luggage through door. She scowls at him and reaches for the two bigger suitcases, easily pulling them into the foyer.

“What’s up with your game, Armstrong?” Y/n elbows him in the side and Marcus gives her a small yet loving glare.

As they walk through the foyer and into the living room, Marcus notices the pictures and paintings hanging on the wall.

Many of them are of the whole family but some of them are of either two or three of the siblings or of Y/n’s mom and dad or two of the kids with their parents.

Some of them, that catches Marcus’s eye, are of Y/n over the years in sparkly dresses and tiaras and sashes. There are two pictures next to each other, one of them is of Y/n as a toddler wearing a pale blue dress and a tiara sitting perfectly on her head. The other one is of her as a teenager wearing a red dress and a sash across her shoulder and another tiara resting on her head.

“Y/n! Sweetheart you’re home.” Y/n’s mom appears from the kitchen and engulfs her daughter in a hug.

“Hi Mom,” Y/n wraps her arms around her mother and smiles.

“Who is this young man?” Y/m/n pulls away from her daughter and looks at Marcus who gives her a shy smile.

Y/n grins proudly some for reason and laces her fingers with her boyfriend’s.

“Mom, this my boyfriend, Marcus. Marcus this the fire breathing dragon I’ve been telling you about.”

Her mother rolls her eyes and playfully smacks her daughter in the arm. Y/n opens her mouth in pain and exaggeration.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.” Marcus lets go of Y/n’s hand and holds it out for his girlfriend’s mother.

“Oh please, Mrs. Y/l/n is my mother-in-law. Call me Y/m/n,” Y/m/n smiles and surprises him by pulling him in a hug just like she did with Y/n.

Marcus hesitantly returns the gesture and looks at Y/n. She gives him a thumbs up and smiles while mouthing ‘good job’.

“Your father will be home in half an hour, make yourselves at home.” Y/m/n says after she lets out of Marcus.

“Will do Mom. Because this is my home,” That comment earns Y/n a smack on the back of her head as she walks towards the stairs.

Marcus tries the lug the luggage along but gets stopped by Y/m/n.

“Oh no, no, no. Y/d/n and her brother will get it. Just make yourself comfortable,” Marcus gets gently shoved towards the stairs.

“It’s alright, I’ll just bring them up to Y/n’s room.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, they boys can bring them up later.”

“No really it’s alright,”

“Marcus, really, you must be tired from-“

“Marcus, just listens to her. Come on,” Y/n motions to him and he hesitates.

“I’m just going- Thank you-“

“Just go,” Y/m/n nudges him on more time before he finally leaves.

The couple can be heard laughing like teenagers who have just sneaked back in from a house party.

“Hey, Y/n/n?”

“Yeah Mom,”

“He’s a cute one,”

“I know Mom, I know.”

#marcus armstrong #indycar #marcus armstrong x reader #screaming meals #original writing #original post

[briggette-garabaldie]

Within the City of Living and Dead

Andorhal was freed. Weeks of oppressive occupation was finally lifted through the efforts of the citizens and the Dawn. Now the real work would begin once more. The city of the living and the dead would have to navigate the intricacies of existing side by side on a day to day basis. The sounds and smells of a city coming back to normal were all around. 

Within the section of the city where the forsaken set their homes, stood the Knight-Lord Garabaldie.  A picture of a Dawnsman, still in black and gold armor, hammer on her back. Her tabard fluttered in the breeze. She stood at the gate. Up the path, behind that gate, stood a house that she had never known in person. Influence of the forsaken on this area of town was everywhere. Even in this house before her. But still she knew it was the one.

A painting hung in her father’s study in Elwynn. That roof, the pillars on the entryway, the fountain and tree out front. She had sat in his lap and listened to stories while looking at that painting. Tales of his days here, of meeting her mother, of the time before. Crusades, battles, and building a life in Andorhal.  She had seen this house captured in its glory days but even with the forsaken changes it still was unmistakable. Here was the house she had been born in. 

She must have seemed strange standing here unmoving, staring up at the building. Thoughts rolled through her mind. The stories she’d heard playing like music through her head. She had lived there only for three months. She could not remember it. The contrast of how the stories made her feel and what she felt now that she was here made the paladin ache. She thought she’d have felt a connection. It surprised her that she did not. It was just a building. 

Disappointment at herself had the woman frowning. She was about to turn and head back to the inn on the living side of the city when a gasp drew her attention. A forsaken woman had come from the neighboring house and stood in her yard. 

“Melissa?” the forsaken started then subtly shook her head in dismay. Then a realization that was not possible with the youthful appearance of the paladin, “You look just like her.” 

The voice was raspy like sandpaper being rubbed together. For a forsaken, Bri noted she seemed to be well cared for, the signs of decay were minimal on the woman. Soft blue velvet fabric of a simple yet new looking dress covered a shrunken feminine form. A silver ring on her left hand stood out against deteriorating flesh. Stringy dark hair left to hang along her back. But bright blue eyes stared out of the sunken cheeks at the paladin.

Bri moved toward where the forsaken stood, interest lighting up her face and tone. “Melissa Garabaldie was my mother. Did you know her?”  Questioning politely yet with a sense of urgency if this forsaken had truly known her mother. The forsaken woman did not take her eyes off Briggette. She listened and studied the human woman as much as Bri studied the forsaken. 

“Was?” That was the first word. Then “Briggette? Yes, you must be the baby.” 

 “I am.” Bri agreed to the last as she took a step closer, “Did you know them?” She asked again, gesturing to the house next door. 

The forsaken spoke again with her raspy tone, “Yes, I was Abagail Caldrone”. Surprise lit across the paladin’s face. She had seen that name written in a family book once. The question held on Bri’s lips as the forsaken wiped at nothing on her cheek. The raspy breath was uneven, as if she had been trying to run and now just was catching her breath. The “yes” carrying weight that hung in the air between them.  Bri went quiet letting the forsaken continue or not, though curiosity was evident on her features. 

A shaky breath and then the woman spoke again, “Do you have time? I could make you some tea.” The benign offer was sincere as she gestured toward her house behind her. 

Knowledge of her family was like a beacon to the paladin. “You don’t have to trouble yourself, but I would be happy to chat with you.” And so she followed the well-dressed forsaken into the house next door.

They spoke for two hours. What she learned had Bri in tears both of joy and sorrow. Family had always been precious to the paladin. Even more so since their untimely deaths. She spoke of them to Abagail, tears on the human, more raspy breath from the forsaken. Bri found solace in the scratchy voice and she found someone who loved them just as much. A tale of woe on both sides was shared along with laughter and love of these people they had both cared for. 

Bri asked what the Dawn could do to help to aid with building Andorhal up for both the living and the dead. There was no easy answer but simple suggestions that the paladin took to heart. A promise to return was given. A promise for a future of more shared stories for both of them to keep that memory of those they had loved alive. 

When the sun was fully gone and darkness had descended upon Andorhal, Bri left the house. Any who might be watching would see the frail forsaken being embraced by the paladin in a delicate manner. The forsaken again wiped at her dry cheeks before waving when Bri turned back to wave her goodbye at the gate. 

Once more, the paladin stopped in front of the house where she’d been born. She stood looking up at it as the conversation played back in her mind.  For a moment she could see them, her mother calling to her brother and sister as her Father walked up the path. A tear for what was and what could have been. Still,even with the new information, Bri could not find the connection to this building behind the gate. There was no sense of home here. Sadness mingled with hope as she glanced back at Abagail’s house. Bri turned away, determination wiping the sadness from her features as her steps took her back to the living side of Andorhal. 

#bri

[pavi-kinnie]

I'm rewatching the 1994 miniseries version of Stephen King's The Stand, and I need to rant. Can I just say that's it super fucked up of Mother Abagail to use Nick's disability to get him to join her. Nick has been deaf and mute his whole life, and while it has caused him a lot of problems and made his life a lot harder, Nick doesn't seem to mind it too much, except when people try to jump him, like what happens in Shoyo. But the very first time Mother Abagail talks to Nick through his dreams, he can instantly talk and hear. It seems incredibly messed up that the first time she ever communicates with him and tries to get him on her side, she uses his disability against him. While Nick doesn't mind his disability, he's still happy that he can hear and talk, because of the way he's been treated in his life because of his disabilities, and she pretty much uses that to get him to instantly side with her. If you couldn't hear and talk, and suddenly a woman appeared in your dreams and cured all your problems, of course you'd want to listen to whatever she has to say. It really doesn't sit well with me that she uses it to her advantage, knowing when he wakes up, he'll go right back to being deaf and mute, and he now has to live knowing what he's missing out on. At least before, he knew he was missing out on something, but not being able to hear it made it insignificant to him; now he knows exactly what he's missed out on and what he can't have, and it seems incredibly manipulative on Abagail's part to use this to get him on her side.

#the stand #the stand 1994