#and i don’t want our best memories to be from over a decade ago

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

It was one hot day in California, June 13th, 2023. I was packing my stuff while he slept peacefully, as if nothing was happening around him. I had to wake him up, if not then he’d resent me for the rest of his life. I opened the blind right beside our bed, letting the sunlight enter aggressively and making him slowly open his eyes and speak groggily.

“Baby— what’re you doing?” He spoke as he was still lying in bed, I sat besides him and started putting some small stuff from my nightstand inside my velvet box.

I dreaded to say this for a long time, I wasn’t an insensitive or cruel woman, if I could I would like to take pain away from the world but we had reached my breaking point and not any kind of reconciliation would work now. I took a deep breath and turned my head harshly towards him and said the words that would torture me forever.

“I’m leaving.”

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All my life I’ve been going back and forth between México and L.A, it’s been my two homes since I can remember. I was born to a new formed family, my mother met my dad when she already had a baby which was my sister, and since then my parents had two more kids.

I’ve always dreamt of being an actress, ever since my father forced me to watch ‘Viva Las Vegas!’ and ‘King Creole’ with him. For two years, my innocent little me actually believed Elvis was still alive and somehow young, so my dream was to act besides him. I cried hours when my older sister told me Elvis had died decades ago.

My parents always told me that acting was a waste of time and that I wouldn’t make it, not because I wasn’t talented but because out there, there were people that were the same or even more talented than me.

But somehow, I was making it, I had my debut when I was 14 years old and since then I was constantly booked— I adored doing any sort of horror movies, I was a scream queen if you know what I mean.

Once I turned 18 years old, my career was stable, I wasn’t no A-Lister but people at least recognized me, that’s when I was invited to a party, which obviously— my parents didn’t want me to go, they were very strict when it came to permissions, specially when those permissions involved other actors.

“You want us to let you go to a party with other actors?” My mom asked rhetorically as we were setting the table for dinner.

“Absolutely not.” My father interrupted firmly, he was quite strict.

“It’s the weekend, why can’t I go? I’ll be with Elle and her sister.” Hollywood was separated from my family life, my parents didn’t like hearing about actors or nothing, just me and my movies.

“Who are those people, we don’t know them. So no.” My mother was harsh whenever she wanted to, and I get now their distress of being adamant to not let me go to that party, I wish I had listened to them.

I was a girl that was sheltered all her life, so with a sigh and pout I walked to my room, mumbling some cuss words as I knew it would be difficult to convince them.

Surprisingly, Elle and Dakota convinced them, Dakota was older, she had been an adult for quite some time and she knew how Hollywood worked. Freaking out I waited for the day and picked up something from my closet, which now seemed to be all wrong in the eyes of an excited me.

Vintage clothing, go-go boots, Mary Jane heels. I chose something I could work with. I chose a 60s baby blue dress, it only reached mid my thighs so I knew it was good, I grabbed some blue heels too and for my hair I went all out as always, I liked the 60s, my fashion icons were women from that era so I teased my hair to the high heavens, creating a bouffant, my makeup was also heavy around the eyes, black eyeliner and two pairs of falsies, I liked it. I smiled once I saw myself in the mirror, this was me.

The party was surprisingly chill, nothing like the parties I heard about so I was comfortable but I stuck out like a sore thumb, I started to regret going all in on my own style until I saw him. Long blond hair, tall, blue eyes, perfect nose and he was wearing black pants and a white tee. I recognized him immediately, not only was he Hudgens’ ex but he was also the guy that was on one of my favorite movies: Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure.

We stared at each other for some long minutes, until he finally got closer to me.

“Hey— I know ya. You’re the girl from that movie about the psychotic grandparents.” He said playfully, he pushed his hair back.

“I am. Cynthia.” I extended my hand shyly and he accepted it, shaking it and squeezing it a little bit. I was not a fan of the long hair but he looked handsome enough.

Austin knew my age but there’s no problem on asking, once he knew I was legal enough, he hit it off right away. Austin couldn’t help but eye my whole look which made me think he was judging me.

“I like your dress.” Austin laughed. Feeling embarrassed, I snapped at him.

“I don’t even even know why I decided to wear this stupid dress and stupid hair today!” I snapped harshly, which only made him laugh.

“Little girl has some spunk.” He joked which made me feel even more embarrassed after snapping at him.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully. He was 7 years older, for some reason he acted as if he was 20 years my senior.

Since that night, we both started seeing each other. He was my first real boyfriend— I think he liked that, he liked the idea of teaching me what love was, he felt that responsibility.

My parents weren’t at all okay with my relationship, for some reason they said that no relationship with an actor could ever turn right. Once again I wish I had listened to them. He trusted me enough to talk about his late mom with me, when we were in his room after an hour of being intimate or whatever we were doing.

“I wish my mom could’ve met you. She would’ve really liked you.” Austin whispered to me in full confidence, he felt like I was the kind of gal his mother always wanted for him, not someone like Vanessa.

“I wish I could’ve met her too.” I whispered back to him softly, I hated seeing him with tears in his eyes while he talked about his mom because I didn’t know how to comfort him.

“She was my whole world… my mama.” Austin rubbed his eyes and sniffed some tears, I tried cuddling closer to him.

Take my advice here: never date a mama’s boy.

“Why you? Why can’t he go back to dating women older than him? You’re only 18.” My mom nagged me, sometimes I felt bad because not only did she have to worry about me but also for my younger sibling, who were barely even teenagers.

“He’s not like you imagine, mami.” I tried excuses for my relationship, they didn’t even know him that well to judge him.

“Oh really? He’s just another damn white actor. Tu crees que tu papá va a dejar que te cases con alguien cómo Austin? (Do you think your father will allow you to marry someone like Austin?)”

I stayed silent, marriage had not been discussed by Austin and I, we were still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship. I was happy— we were happy. Out first Valentine Day’s was amazing and it made things finally official to everyone. Austin gave me this beautiful locket with his picture inside, great gift.

I think he also liked that things were pretty much private between us, I barely posted him on my Instagram since he barely posted me on his, he liked that I wasn’t loud, bitching and moaning about our relationship.

“Should I marry her?” Austin asked his older sister, Ashley, who was engaged herself.

“I don’t know, Aus. She’s not your type.” Ashley never really liked me, she was weirdly a Trump supporter and well— it’s not like Trump was the most inclusive person.

“She’s exactly my type, she’s not bossy or loud. She’s a brunette— well I would rather her being more natural and drop the jet black hair. But she’s exactly what I want.” Austin said.

“You do whatever you want, just remember that marriage ties you down. Don’t let her cut your wings.”

I was 19 years old— marriage was the last thing on my mind. I was happy with my career and surely acting in more stuff gave me more fame and people started to recognize me more. But every action has its consequences and not wrapping it before tapping it caught up to us.

Have you guys heard of shotgun weddings? Well us was in some way. But the wedding should be another part of this.

So, this is the beginning. Austin will be kind of an asshole just cause his behavior is kinda inspired by Elvis.

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[lqbeo]

IN MY DREAMS ...

THIRTY TWO / The end

WARNINGS / angst WC / 1425

IN WHICH / You join the photography club to be with your crush, jeongin. But on the first day of the club you notice he wasn't there but instead his best friend, beomgyu, was.

Life was smooth sailing until it took an unexpected turn. Where did our daily exchanges of good morning and goodnight disappear to? Why did everything crumble away so suddenly? I honestly tried to move forward. But it's nearly impossible when every little thing triggers memories of him. From guitars to flannels to apples, I even gave up sipping smoothies and nibbling on straws simply because it reminded me of when he’d say, "Biting straws is not good for you." 

Flashback —

I sat waiting in a cosy restaurant for the blind date that Yunjin and Chaewon had orchestrated for me. While I waited, I could hear those two friends chiming in through the phone. "Take this one seriously!" Chaewon's voice came through with an emphatic tone. "Yeah, don’t turn him down if he wants to see you again," Yunjin added, but I couldn't help but chuckle. You see, they'd arranged blind dates for me in the past, but I had always found a reason to bail.

"I won't bail this time, I promise," I assured them. "If I do, I owe you all tickets to the new Marvel movie." Their excited, almost childlike screams of anticipation came through the phone. "I'll catch up with you later, I think he's here." I hastily ended the call as I spotted a tall, handsome man taking the seat in front of me.

“Hi, I’m sorry I’m a little late” He muttered and I shook my head.  “No, it’s totally fine” I reassured him, taking a sip of the coffee I'd ordered earlier. Awkward silence hung in the air, and I was starting to contemplate asking Jeongin to fake a phone call about a car accident. Thankfully, Beomgyu decided to break the silence.

“Oh uhm, I’m Beomgyu. Chae Beomgyu”

The smile on my face slowly dropped.  God, all the memories came flooding back in.  My first date with Jeongin when Beomgyu worked at that restaurant.  The time we took pictures together during the school’s air show. Our kiss in the storage room when we were in Seoul.  My eyes then swell up with tears.  “Uh, I don’t really know how these blind dates would work” He chuckles but all I could do was start to whimper.  I see the worried expression he displayed when I all of a sudden started crying.  “Yujin? Are you okay?” My loud cries I guess gave him an answer.

End of flashback —

Be proud that, after a few years, I stopped those intrusive thoughts that seemed to bring him to mind at the most unexpected moments. I could finally watch someone play the guitar without superimposing Beomgyu's image over them. I wore flannels without having to pretend they were his favourite black and white one. I even got back to enjoying smoothies without feeling like I was trying to hold onto a memory, and I didn't shy away from biting the straws. Companies started using paper straws, but I stuck with it.

It has been a decade since Beomgyu disappeared, I became an artist and my newest painting found its place in the city's most prestigious museum. As I crossed the threshold into the museum, eager to lay eyes on my painting for the very first time, the entire gallery captivated me.  Sculptures and paintings, each more remarkable than the last, beckoned me. Their artistry was a testament to human creativity and expression.

I got to the hallway that showcased my painting and it was the first thing you’d see.  A small smile grew on my face, I was proud of myself.  The painting was one of the pictures me and Beomgyu took during the airshow years ago.  Painting that piece was a key moment of the process of moving on.

Wandering down the hallway, I chanced upon an unassuming door. My curiosity got the better of me, so I surveyed my surroundings before cautiously pushing the door open. What lay inside was a room filled with screens and digital artwork. It wasn't crowded, but a few visitors were scattered about, engrossed in the videos and artwork on display.

Across from me, I noticed another door, marked with a stern "do not enter" sign. My mischievous spirit from high school stirred within me, and I couldn't resist the temptation. I opened the door silently and peered inside.

Inside, a small vintage TV sat, its screen entirely black at first. Then, it began to glitch, displaying blurred images of people intermittently. Suddenly, the screen glitched again, revealing an image identical to the one I had painted. It then went black once more.

The screen glitched once more, this time revealing a photo of the apple tree that Beomgyu once took me to. Another picture quickly followed, and to my astonishment, it was an image of me, hissing at the camera.

Flashback —

“You are good at one thing," He remarked, you turn to face Beomgyu. “You paint, right? I haven't seen any of your works, but I'm sure they're lovely." You tried to suppress the smile that threatened to spread across your face, but the blood rushing to your cheeks gave you away. “Really?" Beomgyu snapped a picture of the trees, capturing a moment of natural beauty. “Mhm, you should show me one of your paintings, especially the one of Jeongin—"

“Ya! Quit teasing!" you playfully exclaimed, playfully hitting his head this time. Laughter escaped his lips as he pointed the camera at you. You hissed at the camera, unaware that he had already taken another picture.

End of flashback —

I have moved on, ask my friends and they will say the same thing.  But moving on doesn’t mean forgetting every memory I had with him.  The next picture was the video of Beomgyu I took during the airshow.

Flashback —

You get off track, your hand absent-mindedly turn to camera towards Jeongin.  You admired him but you noticed Beomgyu swinging his arm around Jeongin’s shoulder.  Again, you absent-mindedly turn the camera towards Beomgyu’s face instead.  You stood still secretly watching how the frat boys interacted with one another.  Until Beomgyu’s eyes catch sight of the camera that was pointed at him, resulting in him tilting his head.

End of flashback —

The screen turned black once more before showing a video of Beomgyu beside a young boy.  “Look at the camera. '' He told the boy and my eyes started to water.  I missed his voice.  The little boy started speaking “Hi, Yn. Uhm..” I covered my face with my hands, trying to keep myself composed but obviously failing.  “Have a happy new year” I heard Beomgyu whisper in the boy's ear.

“Happy new year”

“Say it with more passion like this, Have a happy new year!”

“Have a happy new year!” The boy said with more enthusiasm, making me laugh.  I watched as Beomgyu gave the kid a high five.  “Yes! Amazing.” Beomgyu complimented.  

I began to recollect the memory of Beomgyu mentioning his younger brother. I suspected that the kid in the video was probably his brother. The joy they must have felt reuniting after many years was evident. His brother began speaking, "You know, the girl working with Beomgyu is really pretty—" Beomgyu swiftly silenced him by placing his hand over his mouth. His brother wriggled free from Beomgyu's grip and playfully proclaimed, "Mhm, it's true!" It brought a laugh from me.

Now, Beomgyu stood alone in the meadow under the night sky. The stars and the moon illuminated the scene. I observed as he took steps closer to the camera, bending down to fit the frame, ready to speak.

"I got out of bed just to show you this," he said, adjusting the camera to capture the moon and stars. Memories of our late-night drives and nights spent by the Han River, gazing at the sky, flooded my mind. Beomgyu continued, 

“Uh, it's two in the morning in Korea, so you’re probably asleep.  I know it’s about to be a year since we last saw each other but, hold one just a bit longer.  I’ll come see you soon, because I just know that it’s not gonna be an amazing year if I don’t spend it with you”

Those were his final words before the screen faded to black. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I was crying as intensely as I did on that blind date. I didn't care if someone found me; all I cared about was how Beomgyu could say those things but not come back. As I sobbed, I noticed the screen displaying:

In remembrance of Choi Beomgyu

(2001-2023)

MLIST / PREV

A/N: this is the end. Thank you so much for waiting. I apologise that it took too long. I started school again and everything just went chaotic. Anyways. Thank you so much for reading and I had a lot of fun creating this story. Thank you again for everything I love you guys saurrr much.

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[witchysquirrel]

Epiphany

Chapter Seven

Ravenna’s mind reeled through the next string of days, surprised at her reaction to the way Cassian had made her feel nearly a week ago now. Madja had decided he no longer needed twice a day care or constant observation, and the shifts she was supposed to see him, she’d asked Madja to take. She’d made up multiple excuses to avoid seeing Cassian again, and she couldn’t quite figure out why, either.

She knew his voice in her head had felt different. She didn’t want to say any of it out loud, but it felt like he was speaking to her heart, his voice reverberating somewhere deep within her. It made her feel vulnerable, a feeling she generally tried to avoid as it left her feeling exposed. She wasn’t ready to feel that way again, and decided that if she didn’t see him, it couldn’t happen.

One Sunday morning, Rhys summoned Ravenna to his study. She figured it would be about the plan he’d briefly mentioned to her for Starfall, and took a deep breath as she raked a comb through her hair. Although she hadn’t lived in the Dawn Court for upwards of 200 years, most of her formative memories of her youth had played out there. Her first time healing, her first bedroom to herself, her first love, her first kiss. Her first loss. The Dawn Court and its people had shaped her. So when Rhys had gauged her willingness to play insider for the Night Court, she’d been conflicted at first. Fortunately her morals had kicked in and she found it easy to sacrifice her comfort for further information on where the Dawn Court stood in the fight for freeing human slaves. Now was as good a time as any.

She tried not to come up with the questions Rhysand might ask her on her walk to his study, the possibilities of what he might want to know. They hadn’t talked much about that time in her life, Cassian and Mor had probably heard the most from her, and even those were only a few stories that were heavily veiled in white lies and half-truths.

When she reached the High Lord’s study, he was sitting at his desk, examining a stack of scrolls that spilled over the surface. The Shadowsinger sat nearby, surveying what looked to be one of the scrolls as well. They both looked up at her entrance, setting down whatever they had been holding. Rhys gestured for her to take a seat in the large velvet armchair adjacent to his desk.

“I know you try to stay out of the political stuff,” he began. “So thank you for being willing.”

“No problem,” she answered, adjusting in the cushioned seat. “I’m here to help wherever I’m needed, you know that. Especially in this context.”

“Obviously you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Rhys said, glancing to Azriel. “But I do think Fetrin would be a good place to start.”

“I’m fine with that,” Ravenna answered, hands clasped in her lap. “I haven’t seen him in a few decades, he should be glad to see me. If he shows up.”

“We’ll invite him, personally. Or you will, that is,” Rhys replied, pausing almost hesitantly. “You really haven’t said much about him. I’m only aware of your previous… engagement. I want to know what the stakes are of this endeavor for you, emotionally.”

“What he’s trying to say is that we want to know what happened… back then,” Azriel added plainly, shooting Rhys a look. “We’ve been attempting to get it out of Cassian for a century but he won’t tell us.”

She smiled a little, raising an eyebrow at Rhys, only a small wave of embarrassment washing his features. She swallowed, looking between the two males in front of her whom she trusted so much.

“When I lived in Dawn,” she started, wistfully, her voice soft. “When I was fifteen, I met my very best friend in the world. Kai. We were both beginning our apprenticeships around the same time.” She closed her eyes, a smile floating to her lips. “He was older than me, and a better healer than I ever was. And I loved him.” Ravenna opened her eyes again, the smile fading slightly. Rhys and Azriel both listened to her intently, leaning in as she spoke.

She adjusted in her seat. “He was my best friend. Us and our other childhood friend, Fetrin, whose father was Lead Emissary to the Dawn Court. They were my first real friends in my new home. The three of us spent all of our time together, Kai and I would practice healing all day and then meet up with Fetrin afterwards, to get ice cream or sneak into the theatre, or lay on a grassy hillside until it got dark.” She paused again for a moment. “They both loved me, I guess. I didn’t know it at the time.”

“I’ve never heard you talk about Kai before,” Rhys said gently, violet eyes full of sympathy.

Ravenna pursed her lips, shrugging, although her face looked like glass on the verge of shattering. “Kai was my first everything,” she continued. “I looked up to him, I admired him, we imagined our lives together. They both went to war the Summer I turned twenty-one. Kai was killed by enemy fire a month before he was meant to return.”

“I’m sorry,” Azriel said after her words had hung in the air for a moment.

“It’s okay, it gets better too,” She laughed. “When I turned twenty-two, my parents decided I had grieved enough, that my power shouldn’t be wasted, and that I needed to do what was best for our family. So, they arranged for Fetrin and I to be married.”

“How’d you get out of that one?” Rhys asked, eyes narrowed.

“I nearly went through with it. He told me he loved me, and that was what I needed at the time,” Ravenna answered, scoffing slightly. “Until one night, Fetrin confesses to me that he knows something more about Kai’s death. He tells me that Kai hadn’t been killed by enemy fire, but that Fetrin himself had killed his friend. He admitted to me that he was responsible for Kai’s death, and that he’d killed him because he knew I’d marry him if he returned, and he couldn’t handle that.” She swallowed hard. “And then I ran, and ran, and ran, until I made it back to Velaris and into the eighth battalion of the Night Court Army.”

Ravenna looked up finally. Rhysand’s eyes were sad, but his jaw remained hard set, clenched casually. Azriel did not try to hide the rage that rippled just beneath his skin, knuckles white where they were pressed to his thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I can just release Az on him instead,” Rhys offered, making a face.

Ravenna waved a hand. “It’s been centuries. I have nothing left unsaid on the topic. I’d much rather use his proximity to our advantage.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at her words, relaxing back into his seat with his arms crossed. “Well I’m really sorry about Kai,” he said, and Rhys nodded.

“Anyways, now that we’re done with that,” Ravenna said, clapping her hands. “Tell me about our plans to fuck with him.”

Rhys grinned, leaning in once more to explain her objective. “The Dawn Court keeps things close to the chest. All you have to do,” he starts, “is seduce him enough so that he’ll tell you where they stand on the issue at hand. Any information is good information.”

“I can do that.”

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Author’s Note: hope you enjoyed some ✨Ravenna lore✨

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[akslz]

"You must be an angel"

---- Hello!! this is my first post here so apoligies if its not formatted well. Regardless; here is a mediocre ( orignally written on a03 by me, linked here) story I wrote on a whim, about a broken family put back together once they move to Nockfell after an incident with Knives (our main character) and her mother. She and her brother meet the gang and silliness ensues. AKA a shitty modern day SF fanfic because head full, this is a self-insert character so sorry no y/n. she is loosely based off of me so blah blah ok here backstory time & yes there is homestuck refences and NO I do not care ☹ let me do what I do #autism !! English is a poor language for me so apologies for mistakes!! None of the fanart/ images used are mine, credits to owners!-----

CHAPER 1:

End of the Beginning

what seem like decades ago, Knives lived with her semi put together family in the ever so urban Houston Texas. With her twin brother Vinnie (or Vin) and her eldest brother Silas everything was just peachy. That was until their father had died of heart complications when Knives was just 11.

After that sad excuse of a day the widowed Miki became a pathetic shell of a mother. She lived by her ever empty bottle of wine or shitty canned beer. To the point where she became more of a roommate than a mother. Knives had to do something about this.

She wasn’t going to sit back and watch as her older brother work his senior year of high school away at some mediocre grocery store just so Miki could blow most of his minimal paycheck on alcohol. On April 14th, just days away from knives & Vins’ birthdays, knives decided to confront her mother. Here’s how the interaction went down. (First person pov)

“You crazy bitch who do you think you are?!” you mother slurred as she quickly tried to grab the bottle of wine that you started to pour down the drain.

“Me? Crazy? Please.” You said in a monotone voice as you finished dumping out the bottle and swiftly moved out of the way of your monstrous mothers’ grasp. Your brothers used to go onto the roof when things were easier, they taught you how to fight, or ‘strife’ they called it. You had gotten well at defending yourself over those couple of months. even being able to use your newfound skills against a creep at the mall.

“Please don’t do this, I just want to help you momma I promise!” you said grabbing her hands and looking up into her glazed eyes.

“Let go of me! You brat! I’m an adult and I can do as I want! Do not tell ME what I can and can’t do!” she said as she pushed you forward; causing your smaller body to hit the counter behind you.

As brush your long hair out of your face and you steady yourself you look back to your mother to see her lunge at you. You could never hurt your mother. Not ever. She’s just a little girl who’s distraught over her husband and best friend of 16 years dying. You couldn’t punish her for lashing out. She’s just scared.

 You feel warm now, you have a stinging spot on your head so instinctually you went to scratch it. Then comes the pain, it’s almost everywhere; you groggily open your eyes to look at your hand as it feels wet, blood. It was blood. You jolt up, now realizing you’re on the dining room floor. Your full vision slowly comes back, and you’re horrified at the sight. Chunks of your beautiful hair is sprawled around you.

 Your hair that held the last memory of your father. You used to crawl into bed with him and your mother in the mornings that you woke up before them. He used to always tuck your hair behind you bejeweled ears and hum you back into a light sleep. You grasp a chunk of the mangled hair and spread it between your fingers. Slowly beginning to cry. The pain on your extremities was nothing compared to this. You just slowly lowered yourself back onto the fake hardwood floor and cried, cried because you didn’t know what else to do.

 You wanted nothing but for everything to go back to the way it was. You starred at the entrance to your apartment, watching the very minimal light from the peep hole shine in, casting light on the dust particles in the air. It felt like the world was spinning in slow motion. You were dreading the time Silas and Vin come back from the music store. You cried for what felt like hours. You eventually sat up and noticed the keys to one of the two cars your family had owned was missing. You weakly stood up and hobbled to your mothers’ room, seeing drawers strewn over the already messy room.

“Great. Pansy ass bitch.” You said as your voice cracked. Crying again as you realized your mother had fled.

 You didn’t care though as you heard your brothers obnoxiously loud keys jiggle the lock open. You shuffled into the dining room, quickly observing the scene left behind. A broken wine bottle, small spots of blood with of course your white hair scattering the room. You dropped to your knees and touched your head for the first time since you woke up. You began sobbing again. The rest was a haze. You vaguely remember your older brother cupping your head; asking what happened. The only thing you could mutter was ‘’ Momma”. That’s all he needed to hear.

After that it’s a blur. Due to your mothers fleeing and your brother being freshly 19, he gains custody of you and your twin.

CHAPTER 2:

Beginning of the End

~Time skip: 3 years after incident, age:15~

You innocently lean against your bed, plucking mindlessly at your well-loved bass. The vibrations running through your fingers.

“yo“ Vinnie says as he comes into your shared room, pushing up the shades he always adorned and swooping his platinum hair out of his face. You found it funny, you rarely see him without the sunglasses.

“Hey man, did Bro mention anything about what school we’ll be goin’ to after we move?’’ you questioned as you shut off your amplifier and faced him fully. He sat down at his desk and kicked his feet up on the nearby bedpost.

“Yeah, actually he did, it’s near the shithole surprisingly, so we could probably skate to & from the hellhole instead of riding in the bus” He referred to the apartments we planned to live in as the ‘shithole’ because in all honesty, it wasn’t lavish. On the website it looked quite old, but it’ll do for the three of you. The real name of your new crib was ‘Addison Apartments’.

You set your bass down as you glanced at your mostly packed room. The stacks of cardboard boxes occupying most of the free space.

‘’I can’t believe this our last weekend in Texas...” Vinnie sighed and got up to stand next to you as you turned to glance out the window of your Highrise apartment. You’re not going to miss the hustle and bustle of urban Texas; the constant traffic and shouting kept you up frequently. You leaned onto your brother as he comfortingly wrapped an arm around you and sighing.

“I know, it’ll be a nice change though, Nockfell looks chill.” He said rubbing circles onto your arm.

Later on you go into the bathroom to take off your makeup, when your mother defaced you she gladly didn’t do as much damage as you initially thought. Your long hair now was medium length with layers. You honestly loved the change of appearance. You also decided to dye the tips of your hair a dusty rose because you’ve always liked the idea of a colorful head of hair, even if its just a little.

-

“Finally, I finished packing the moving van with my and my brothers’ shit’’, you thought, never understood why they needed so many electronics, turntables, keypads, electric pianos, they had it all. They sure did love their pop music. You, Knives, on the other hand liked all music types, but you really loved heavy metal. The way that Sanity’s Falls bass shook your head every time you listened to it just make your love for metal grow. You laughed at how ironic it was that your name was Knives, AND you liked heavy music, how metal is a name like that?

Vin stumbled out of the entrance to the apartment building, his headphones sitting heavily on his shoulders as he chucks his skateboard and your roller skates in the back of bros’ pickup. You had all finished getting ready for the drive, you and your twin glances at each other and then to your guardian.

Bro wiped sweat from his forehead and adjusted his pointy shades “Alright y’all let’s get this show on the road, its a long drive so let’s get started. I wanna make it at least halfway by tonight.”

You and Vin were going to drive the pickup while Bro drove the chunky U-Haul. Although you both couldn't legally drive, your brother decided on a whim to teach the both of you a couple months ago so you had a general idea of what you were doing. You were nervous to make the lengthy drive because you had a fear that if you got pulled over that you and your brother would both be sent to juvey.

Regardless, you made the drive. The 48 hour journey was taxing but when you stepped out of the car in Nockfell you realized that this place was way different than Texas and you had no clue what was to come.

After reconnecting with your eldest brother after the long drive you made your way into the lobby as your brothers unlocked the moving van. You realize that there was no receptionist desk only a small mail cubby area. you remembered that Bro mentioned you would be staying in unit 403. So you made your way over to that cubby and you realized that you needed a key to unlock. \

You did not know where to obtain such key so being the genius you are you stuck your smallest fingers' nail into the key slot and tugged & wiggled out a little bit to see if it was unlocked and thankfully it was! you grabbed the few pieces of junk mail that had already gathered and threw them away, then picked up the thin envelope that contained the apartment keys and gently opening it and removing the keys

you made your way to the elevator and hit the button for your floor you jogged quickly to your apartment and unlocked it. You push open the door to see a glum looking room with a green-gray carpet that held a few stains.

You scrunch your nose due to you smelling heavy cleaner and bleach, but at least it was clean, you quickly set down the keys and make your way out leaving the door open so you and your siblings can easily go in and out without having to worry about the door.

-

After you brought up all the boxes with your name on it and set them in your room you put your hands on your hips, sighing, and glancing around the room. You were excited to finally have your own room away from your brother, but it would be a change because you had been bunking with him since you two were little. Reminiscing about all the times you had spent together was making you feel nostalgic.

Vin and Bro had made a quick run to the grocery store so they could stock up on some essentials for the fridge. You sat down and sliced open one of the cardboard boxes that was labeled “CDs” you were rummaging through it when you heard some mumbling coming from outside your room and heavy footsteps. You were surprised because you thought it would take your brothers a longer time to arrive back home, so you brushed yourself off and pushed the door open.

Your eyes widened in shock when you realize that the two people you heard in your apartment were in fact not your brothers but two strangers. One being a tall male with tanned skin and long brown hair having deep set eyes that carried bags heavier than anything. This person wore a cannibal corpse shirt with a beat-up flannel and gray jeans. The other person that you couldn't assume the gender of had electric blue pigtails hanging from each side of their head & wore red ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, combat boots along with a black crew neck, you also noticed that this person wearing what looked like a mask, you didn't think twice though because a lot of people these days were very expressive. It looks quite cool.

“uh…. hi...” you said sweetly but quietly, slightly hiding behind the door frame because you didn't know if these people were a threat or not. Just in case you reached over to your desk and put your hidden hand on it to feel for the box cutter you had laying on it.

“Oh! Hey man” the tall one with long hair said as he lifted his ringed hand and waved “sorry to intrude like this dude just wanted to give an introduction because we were told that a new tenant would be moving in, I’m Larry, Larry Johnson.” He took a step closer to you holding out his dominant hand for to shake.

“Hi... I’m Knives, yeah me and my brothers just moved here, nice to meet you” you reluctantly grabbed his hand your long nails accidentally brushing against him.

“Knives? Like the utensil? That's a cool ass nickname!” He said smiling noticing the gap in between his two front teeth. It kind of made him look like a Bunny.

“Thank you! But that's my real name.” You said awkwardly smiling leaning your head fully against the door frame of your room.

“Oh, and uh this is my friend Sal, but you can just call him Sally face! It's kind of like his nickname.” Larry said elbowing his shorter friend getting a low toned laugh out of Sal.

So, the mystery person is a guy, good to know. You could tell that you and Ben would get along well with them both.

“So, you said you had brothers, right? Where are they?” The bluenette questioned while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“They went to the store I think but they should be back soon. How old are you guys?” you questioned. Quickly stuffing the box cutter into the backside waistband of your shorts and quickly tucking your Motley-Crue band shirt over it. You swiftly moved away from the door frame and took a step right outside the door and leaned against the wall, kicking one of your ankles over the other while withholding eye contact with Sal.

"we're both fifteen, how about you?" Larry questioned eyeing you 

"same. My twin is fifteen too, His name is Vin, I think you two would get along well. He likes cannibal corpse." you lied straight through your teeth, not knowing why. Vinnie never really liked metal. Hopefully he'll lie as well to cover your white lie. You were never good with people.... safe to say you're nervous for what's to come.

CHAPTER 3:

Every story starts somewhere

Hi hi I somehow forgot to mention that this story is NOT following canon events, i.e. no cult, just some vague paranormal activity   !All original characters belong to me, none of the canon characters mentioned are mine and do not have the rights to them!

You had spoken with the two for about 15 minutes before they saw themselves out. After they’d left you had mentally slapped yourself for being so socially inept, Vin and Silas would definitely make fun of you for this one.

“Hey hey Knives! We’re back with some food!” Silas said as he loudly slammed the door with his foot.

“And we bought apple juice! So come get some before I finish it all.” Vinnie barked as you made your way out of your now unpacked room.

“Thanks bro!” you said smiling widely at your older brother as he messed up your hair

The three of you lingered in the kitchen as you unloaded the groceries and unpacked the kitchen essentials.

“Something really weird happened earlier-“you said turning to face them both, you were met with darkened plastic sunglasses awaiting you to continue speaking

“These two guys from the apartments came to introduce themselves, Larry and Sal, surprisingly they were very chill. I kinda lied about you liking cannibal corpse to Larry though vin...” you said sheepishly smiling and covering your face with your hands.

“ Man what the hell why? I don’t dig metal that much” Your twin asked jokingly.

“They were just so… intriguing! I got embarrassed and it just slipped out!”

“Chillax sis its alright, don’t sweat it. So, these guys are what? Hardcore church burners?” Vin said making the demon horn motion with both of his hands.

You and Silas laughed as he obnoxiously headbanged.

“No not really, at least not from what I could tell. They were very nice. I’m pretty sure they go to our school since we’re all the same age. “Vin nodded for you to continue.

“Larry is a tall dude with what I have to say is the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen on a man” you said throwing your hands up in defeat. Both of your brothers scoffing sarcastically.

“Then there’s Sal- “you began to remember the sight of the boy, something about him captivated you. Whether it was his unique hair, His killer style, the tone of his voice…...or the way his hands looked with all those rings on them… and the way you thought they’d look on you…

Girl, what the hell are you thinking?! You just met him? Stop being weird. You seriously needed to stop letting your hormones take control of you like this.

You’d realized your brother was looking at you strangely.

“Hellooooo? Anyone in there?” Vin said waving a hand in front of your face.

“Is she having another episode?” Silas asked, setting down the box he was moving and walking over to you.

“What? Oh sorry, No I’m fine, I just got lost in thought you guys don’t worry” you nervously laughed as they back away from you, relaxing their attention.

“Shit man you really worried me for a second…Anyways continue with what you were telling me about this Sal girl” Vinnie sighed now sitting on the counter across from you.

“Sal is a guy- “you said rolling your eyes “– but anyways. He’s sweet, he has this bright blue hair that’s really dope. He also wears this mask? I’m not sure what its about but it fits him, he has the same style of Larry he’s just a liiitttlllleee short…” you said making a “small” motion with your index and thumb.

“Hey, it’s not like the little guy can control it!” Vinnie said getting off the counter and poking at you.

You and he laughed as you made your way to his room to help him unpack his belongings.

-

The next day was Saturday. You were making your way down to the lobby with your brother to explore the area when on your way out of the dingy elevator you bumped into someone, accidently knocking something out of their hands.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly kneeling to pick up papers and a purple school folder off the ground.

“It’s okay! I should’ve been looking where I was going” the feminine voice said giggling.

You handed the girl what you assumed was her schoolwork.

“Hey…are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before? And I think I’d remember someone this pretty” the girl said.

This girl was also quite pretty. With long brown hair and piercing green eyes, she wore a long purple shirtdress with purposely torn black tights. Along with a chunky black choker and heavier makeup, you started to really like this girl already.

“Thank you so much! You’re pretty too, and uhm yeah! Me and my brother just moved here recently, My names Knives. This is my brother Vinnie.” You said gesturing to Vinnie who threw up a weak wave to her as he seemed in awe.

“Knives?! That’s so awesome! My name’s Ashley but everyone just calls me Ash. Do you have insta or anything like that? You seem realllyyyy cool and I’d love to get to know you-“she said as she pulled out a lavender iPhone from her sleeve “- but I’m supposed to be tutoring with my friends right now and I’m already late, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m dead if I’m any more late” she said holding her phone out to you.

“Yeah, I do! Also, no problem I understand, you seem pretty chill as well!” you said slightly smiling as you typed your username into the search bar and then clicked on your profile as it came up. You handed Ash her phone back, she waved goodbye and jogged into the elevator.

“she seems nice, It seems like everyone here has awesome hair…” you said looking to Vinnie

“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU YET? LET ME SEE YOUR PHONE NOW, GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT” he said reaching for your phone which was in your hand.

“Jesus man here fine, have a look god!” You laughed handing it to him. Vinnie snatched it out of your hand and flying to Ash’s’ profile.

You looked over his shoulder as he looked through her pictures, she had about 15 posts. Most were landscape but there were some of her and her friends. She was friends with Sal and Larry! That’s convenient! Vinnie swiped through the post of her and the guys on the 4th of July, there was also a pair of boys you hadn’t recognized yet. Safe to say you were excited to meet them both as well.

“Yo are these the guys you were talking about yesterday?” Vinnie said clicking on the profile mention on the picture, pulling up Sals’ account.

“Yeah! That’s cool that they’re friends. Makes me excited to hangout with them.”

Your brother finally handed your phone back after sending Ashley’s account to himself, you internally laughed at how eager he was to swoop this girl off her feet. You somehow made your way back to those pictures of Sal and everyone else on the 4th. You admired Sal, eventually tapping onto his profile, your thumb hovered over the ‘Follow’ button and you hesitated.

What if he thinks I’m a stalker? He didn’t even mention his socials so what if he thinks negatively of me just following him out of the blue? What if-

Then your eyes glance up at the notification you’d just received,

“New follower: @TheOG_SF – Sal Fisher”

CHAPTER 5 (4 was an update on the story):

Why is everything different now?

Heyyyy, finally got this damn story updated, my apologies, im learning more English now so they should be more frequent!

Holy shit, you thought, quickly swiping up the notification to dismiss it.

Were you hallucinating? You truly hoped you weren’t.

“ Yo are you alive?” you glanced up to Vinnie with a wide eyed expression

“ah yeah sorry…don’t know what washed over me, lets go” you said walking past him to the main doors to exit

-

You and your brother had eventually made your way into a nearby resale/music store. The both of you going to see if you could replace some of the CDs you’d had before you moved.

Unfortunately for you and him some of the discs were snapped or scratched up during transit from Houston to Nockfell. The two of you slowly made it outside; you rummage through your cluttered tote to get the keys to the truck. You eventually find them and toss them to vin.

-

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the music store vin took the keys out of the ignition and glanced to you. You were chewing on your fingernails again, that’s something you did when you were nervous. Or in deeeeeepppppp thought.

You just kept starring at the follower request, not knowing what to do. You’ve combed through all of ash’s’ friends’ profiles except sals. You were just…too nervous. You were never this nervous.

“Dude just follow him back, it’s been like 20 minutes.” Vin said leaning over to watch your phone. “Absolutely not! What if he thinks I’m weird? Or what if he just did it on accident, or what if-“ you kept talking as your brother slothed his arm over and gingerly accepted the follow request. You sat silently in shock as he shrugged. “Well alright... ill just leave my phone in the car I think” you said hooking your purse over your shoulder. Overthinking everything that could happen if he didn’t accept your request.

-

You rummaged through CDs, you only had a couple stuffed in your hands; Bring Me The Horizons’ “Suicide Season”, Pierce The Veils “Misadventures”, Madonna’s ‘’like a virgin’’, and finally Dark Thrones “Transvilaian Hunger”. Quite opposites if you ask me, you thought to yourself as you maneuvered through the thin isles of the shop. As your sifting through discounted vinyl’s you hear the chime of the electric doorbell, the one that annoyingly chimes every time someone enters or exits. You decide to ignore it and continue looking.

“Speak of the devil” Vinnie breathed out quietly and smirked as he gestured to who entered the store; Of course, it was Ash and her group of friends. One of those friends being Sal. You swiftly turn back to the vinyl bin. Pretending to be interested in its contents to seem busy.

“Oh hey! Look who it is” you heard the deep grungy voice of who you assumed was Larry. You still didn’t look up, frozen from anxiety. You never really felt like this… you didn’t understand why everything was changing so suddenly. You reluctantly turned around and smiled. “Hey knives! Looks like you discovered our best kept secret” you heard ash giggle as she threw her hands up in defeat.

“yeah” Sal laughed “This record store is one of the only good things in Nockfell” he continued. “Oh yeah? Well, I’d have to say its awesome, glad I found out yall’s ‘little secret’ “you said making air quotations.

“Believe me, we have better secrets than this.” Said an unfamiliar voice. “Well its nice to finally meet you, only today had they mentioned meeting you and trust me, they were all eager for me to meet you, I’m Todd” A shorter ginger boy with rounded glasses appeared from behind the other three. “Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Todd” you smiled; “Also, this is my partner, Neil” Another guy emerged, the same height as Todd. He waved sweetly and grinned.

-

“You having a party without me? Unbelievable.” Your brother jokingly scoffed as he finally came to take some of the spotlight off you. “Yo, nice to see you guys in person, I’m Vinnie, but I just go by vin.” He said as he shoved his rap CDs into your arms to go fist bump your new friends. “Nice to meet you man! I heard you liked cannibal corpse, right?” Larry said enthusiastically as he looked at vin.

“Yeah man...I love them…!” Vin said side eyeing you through his shades. Making you giggle

“Oh word? That’s sick, I love them too.” You heard Sal say to your twin. You caught yourself starring at Sally. He was just a lot to look at to be fair, not in a bad way. In a way you’d look at a renaissance painting, just taking in the intricacy. The guys were all conversating about what-not, you noticed how Sal spoke with his hands a lot. That’s funny, you do that too….

“Knives? You alright?” Ashley said waving a hand in front of your face, Todd furrowing his eyebrows confused while waiting for your response. “Huh? Oh yeah sorry I was just starring off into space.” You said as your eyes widened. You catch Todd exchanging a look to Ashley, and she returned that look; you had no clue what language they were speaking with their eyes.

-

You and your group checked out with your minimal items, you and Vinnie ended up leaving with the group. The five of them somehow walked to the record store? They must really like this place. The six of you have to somehow fit into Silas’s truck. Vinnie and Larry in the front seats, Ashley, Todd, and Neil in the back seats… Where were you going to sit? Where was Sal going to sit?! They definitely did this on purpose. 

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Chapter 6 coming soon, thank you!!!

#sally face #sally fisher #sal fisher #larry johnson #fanfic #homestuck #shitty post #sal fisher x reader #self insert #original character #modern day au #twin flame #slow burn

[rreaaux]

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🖇️ stan marsh x reader

kind of rushed, feel free to send criticism.

✧. *. ⋆

our beloved summer

stan's favorite season is summer. it has always been his favorite. after seeing how the bright august sunlight hit your face, you looked really pretty underneath it. he remembers how you would talk about plans together; it was always you that made those nights out together or dates. he remembers the little things, like the time you mentioned that sunflowers are your favorite, not being able to handle spicy food, and a lot more. he remembers everything about you.

summer has been your favorite, too. you met stan on a summer night, talking about deep shit in life. meeting him was 16 summers ago; you and stan were 10 years old at that time. dating him was also a summer day, under the august sun. it was 8 summers after your first meeting with stan. you remember it vividly; it was a panicked stan giving you a lively, bright yellow sunflower. you still laugh over the times stan was shy or sweet, and he’s still as sweet as ever. 

the first meeting was 16 summers ago, and you and stan are now 26. stan’s hand jitters, he’s still anxious even a decade later. he can’t help but just feel anxious and scared over the weight sitting inside his pocket. it’s the last day of summer, and he’s doing it today. 

stan heaves a sigh, still feeling anxiety run through his body. he goes back outside the balcony, where you were located. after spending many summers together, you’ve grown taller, became maturer, and prettier. it’s a bit emotional, about how much you have grown with him. through up and downs, you’re still here with him. 

stan slowly walks up behind you, wanting to surprise you. he wraps his arms around your waist and laughs. “honey, you’re enjoying the view?” stan leans on your shoulder and smiles. “yeah, i am. it’s really pretty, hm?” you reply back to stan, and give him a small peck on his cheek. “really pretty. the summer stars are the best; too bad today’s the last summer day.” he says. Stan removes his arms from around your waist and makes you turn to face him. “honey, why don’t you close your eyes, hm? i’ll let you know when to open.” he smiles at you. 

16 summers later, stan is still the same kid you saw that one summer night. he grew up really well. 

you close your eyes and giggle. you thought of something stan-like, maybe pulling a prank? a surprise? you wonder what he’s up to. as you waited, you heard shuffling in front of you, and thought of the possible outcome. 

“open your eyes, y/n.” stan says softly.

as you opened your eyes, you felt shock run through your body. it was stan, one kneeling on the ground with a diamond ring on his hand. you covered your mouth in shock. it was a lot to process.

“y/n, you have brought so much happiness and sweetness to my life, especially during the summer months. the warm sun and beautiful blooming sunflowers are forever linked to memories of you, and the joy we shared during those long, lazy days. even as time has passed and we have grown older, you remain the same amazing person that i fell in love with 16 summers ago. today, i want to mark every summer as our own. our beloved summer. y/n l/n, would you be my summer forever?”

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader

[netherworldpost]

This is an old comic.

I do not know for certain, but I can reasonably guess via the style and the notebook it came from, that it was among the first I drew when I decided to rebuild Evil Supply Co. as Netherworld Post.

Which is famously behind schedule (if you ask me) or on an adjusting schedule to ensure private client need + obey the laws of physics (if you ask my producer, Fang), or there can be no schedule because it will be when it will be (if you ask the moon).

I stumbled on it, just now, as I prepare our private holiday greeting for clients and it hit my heart like a healing potion.

The mermaid is Strawberry, the wife she is referring to is Red Leaf (formerly known as Red Kelp). They were my first characters in Evil Supply Co. and I think about them a lot when times are hard

(For the record, times are not hard, I am simply being forced to learn patience, which isn’t a bad lesson to learn.)

I remember famously crowing to the skies “I could relaunch this company in two weeks if I wanted to! I shall take two months and do it right!”

That was almost a year ago. It easily might be two years between “I’m launching this thing!” and the actual launch of this thing. This is not a sad post.

This is a post about the importance of archives.

They do not need to be professional quality, sealed off, cataloged, maintained, organized. They can be a heap. They can be a shoebox. I have early work -- from Evil Supply Co., from the opening transition, from companies I built up decades ago -- in old printer boxes, scattered and lingering.

They are not organized because they are not production-ready, they are not production-focused. They are memories. Small blips of joy.

Keep archives. Keep clippings of sketchbooks if you don’t keep the entire thing. Keep printouts of stories and just random typed out sentences that work great, delete the rest of the story. Shove it in a box. Find it when you’re rooting around for something else months, years, later.

Your archives are not for your best work.

They are for your favorite whatevers.

The experiments and screwups and “this isn’t going to sell but I like it” and the “I don’t want to sell this, this is for me.”

Keep archives. I use a private Google Photos account. Screenshots and photos from my phone and savings from files etc. Quick, immediate, free, fast, easy.

If you are like me (may the ocean save your soul), you will constantly be trying to pour 200 gallons of spooky plans into a 42 gallon clown hat. Randomly stumbling across fun things you’ve done in the past is a pressure release valve, deflating frustration before it can build, or releasing it when it does.

Coffee is ready and I have about 6 hours of admin work to do. Procrastination over, back to work.

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday / Mood Music Monday 03/19/23

Guess who’s back, back again! Bebe’s back, tell a friend, coming at you with another six sentence sunday.  Work is still busy yes, but I’ve still managed  to do some writing.   I did finish Twenty Five Twenty One, and I loved it.  Now Shadow and Bone is back and that’s another of my favorites, for Season Two, which inspired some things:

As Usual here’s what I’ve posted in the last little bit in case you were wondering:

School Dayz: Tornado Taylor 🌪

The Cordonian Arrangement:  Shattered Heart 

Original Post: 03/19/23 at 9:26PM EST. 

Part 7: Memories of You

The Book: TRH/TRF

The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement

Pairings: Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC ) past pairing Liam x Riley

Mood Music Monday Song Submission: Here Without You by 3 Doors Down

Status: Still in the Writing Process

He didn’t even notice her watching him, well not at first.  Nico was sitting up in bed reading a book.  She rested her body against the door frame, watching him.  Finally his eyes slowly drifted up from the book to her.

“What?”  He inquired.

She giggled at him.  Nico smiled back, shaking his head, not understanding.  “Tell me,  what's so funny?”

Riley giggled.  “You’re so cute, Nico.”

Nico set the book on the night table.

“I’m cute?”

Riley nodded her head.

“Very cute. Did you know that your lips move when you are reading to yourself?” 

Nico's smile widened, and he nodded in affirmation.

“Yes, I know, but only when I'm reading a book in English.  I like to sound out the words in my head while I’m reading, to practice my English.”

“You can barely detect your accent at times when you speak English.”  

“I learned it very young and because I practice! A lot of doors have opened for me in my life knowing multiple languages. I know we’re doing the right thing  teaching Angelo both English and Greek at the same time.  He speaks perfect Greek already.”

“He’s only two.”  

“Well he speaks perfect Greek for a two year old. I want all of our children to know multiple languages.  It’s important. I want all of our children to have every opportunity they can possibly have.”  

“All of our children?”

He jumped out of bed walking over to her, pulling her into his warm embrace.

“Yes, all of the children we’re going to have together, but we have to make them first. We have work to do Wife, come on!"

Riley squealed as Nico picked her up, carrying her over to their bed.

Based on her due date, that night three weeks before they found out about his diagnosis, Riley had finally gotten pregnant. 

They had created life together, before they knew Nico's life would be ending.

Riley blinked away the tears.  When she opened her eyes, their bed was empty. Nico passed away almost two months ago. It... was just a memory. A memory of when they were happy, before cancer invaded their lives.

The Book:  TRR

The Series: The Vampires Live On

Part 4: The Vampires Live On

Pairings: Liam x Riley (in this decade)  (Gabriel x Alice) in the past

Mood Music Monday Submission: Missing You: By Brandy, Tamia, Gladys Knight , Chaka Khan

Status:  Still in the writing process

"Do you know where we're going?"

"Yes, the older part of the cemetery is in the back.  We should be able to find their graves rather easily.  I’ve been paying the groundskeeper to keep their graves maintained.”  

“All of this time?”  

Liam nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.  It just never came up in regular conversation.  You never talked much about what happened to her, to them, I didn’t want to push you. It was hard for you.  Every year on the anniversary, I don’t even have to look at a calendar to know, you pull away completely from me and you mourn for her.”  

“I miss her terribly Gabriel.”

“I know.”  

He pulled me close to him in a calming embrace.

“What do you think she would have liked the best about this century we are living in?”  

I laughed.

“What?”  

“The music.  She loved music and she loved dancing.  She would have loved it all.  She would have wanted to try it all. Every form of dance. I wasn’t as talented with dancing and singing as she was.  She created all our routines and painstakingly taught me all the movements.  She said I had two left feet.”

“I would have never known that, from the way you dance.”  

“I still count the beats of the music in my head to this day to stay in perfect time, thanks to her.”

“We’re here.”  

“I really didn’t think it would be this clean here. I know what you said, but looking at the other graves along the way here, I expected the same condition.”  

“You know,  I can be very persuasive.”  

The Book: TRR

The Series:  The Blue Honey Cafe

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous

Pairings:  None TRR MC is currently single. 

Status: Still in the Writing Process

“Pops believed in the hustle, I typically only  run it in the summers, because there are so many opportunities for extra outdoors events.  It’s more light snacks and some sliders sort of thing.  Are you here alone?”

“I didn’t know you had a food truck!”  

“Yep, I didn’t feel like staying in tonight and I saw the advertisement for the movie on the lawn.  I’m trying to put myself out there more, even if I go out alone. You know? Try to be more social, maybe I’ll make some new friends. That sort of thing.”

“I know I get it.  I have been thinking the same thing too.  Some of my school kids are home for the summer and want to run the food truck and I might let them so I can have more free time.”

“Have you heard anything about this movie?”  

“Yes, I heard this movie was crazy, but I haven't seen it yet, I've been wanting to.”

“Yeah I have wanted to see The Rotten Apple 🍎 too.”  

“Maybe you’ll get to have a break,  come find me, you can sit with me for a bit. Help me not feel like a loser sitting by myself here.”  

“Riley you’re definitely not a loser, and yes I’ll come find you when I can.”  

She smiled at him.  “I’d like that a lot.”

He noticed Riley picked a spot on the lawn that was in his eyeline from the food truck.  Did she do that on purpose so he could easily find her?

About thirty minutes into the movie the crowd had died down and everyone was engrossed in the movie  Elle, the main character of the movie was something else.

“Who’s this large buttered popcorn for?”  Mason asked his part time worker Todd.

“For you,  I can handle the crowd, you go sit with that cutie you were flirting with.”  

He glanced out over the lawn, Riley was still sitting alone.

“If the line picks back up crazy, I’ll text you. Go.”  

Mason grabbed two more drinks and headed out to the lawn where Riley was sitting on a blanket.

“Is this seat taken?”  

Riley smiled.  “It is now, and you brought snacks!”  

The Book: TRH/TRF

The Series The Rotten Apple🍎

Finale:  The Last Part

Pairings:  Eleanor x Nico / (Eleanor x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process because I apparently don’t want this to end. I really love this story line.

Elle rolled back over in bed, It was barely dawn. When she moved, she felt Nico's grip tighten around her. He softly kissed her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"Go back to sleep, she's not up yet."

"Just because she's still sleeping doesn't mean that we have to."

"Mmmmm….wonder what's on your mind?"

Nico gently kissed her neck, nipping at her skin, grinding his hips into hers.

"Feels like the same thing that is on your mind."

Elle licked her lips pulling Nico's shirt off.

"A little delight to keep you in a good mood at work?"

"Yes, I love that idea."

“Then maybe you should lock the door?”

#bebepac writes #six sentence sunday #always more than six #choices fanfiction #trr fanfic #trr fandom #riley x nico #liam x riley #liam and riley throughout the centuries #cfwc sunday six #mood music monday #the rotten apple #the cordonian arrangement #the blue honey cafe #the vampires live on

[reimeichan]

Dumb signs we had DID before we even realized we’re a system

Note: Not all of these are indicators of DID itself, it’s just funny things that likely stemmed from our undiagnosed DID that we didn’t know about.

We’d change MMORPG mains every few years or so. This had nothing to do with meta or new classes coming out. In fact, we’d sometimes have two of the exact same class but we wanted to “start fresh” instead of picking up where we left off.

Playing games against myself

Having multiple Animal Crossing characters with completely different aesthetics

Having multiple save files of the exact same game and then being confused why I have so many saves

Alternatively, having only one save file I restarted multiple times and being confused each time I open up the game

“Your laugh sounds so different now” - said to us by our then-best friend of over a decade

*stares at blank canvas* I forgot how to art

*stares at Word document* when the FUCK did I write this?

We have like 5 very distinct singing voices and it’s sometimes hard to get to that specific “voice”

“We’re going to your favorite restaurant!” “Um, my favorite restaurant is [restaurant name].” “Ha-ha, very funny, we know you hate that place.” “..... What? No, I’m completely serious, that’s my favorite restaurant.”

*gender confusion intensifies*

*switching in the middle of a conversation but it just kinda feels like zoning out* huh what did you say for the past 10 minutes

There’s this one thing on various “signs you have DID” lists online that I’ve seen which includes “being recognized by someone but with a different name” and I always brushed that off as people misremembering someone but we have very clear memories of two separate times this has happened in our life, both times with people we definitely remember regularly talking to but called us something else. They then told us “You told me to call you by [other name] a few days ago because you wanted to try a new nickname, don’t you remember?” and having zero memory of that.

Someone: asks us to pick something Us: internal warfare as we stare off into the distance blankly

*stares at closet* why the fuck do I have these clothes I don’t even like this aesthetic

We’d keep an online shopping cart open for like 3 weeks and realize it’s so we can have an internal “sign-off” between various parts before we buy anything. Sometimes this works. Other times someone makes an impulse purchase and we have a surprise delivery sometime later.

*catches myself switching in front of the mirror* huh my facial expressions completely changed for no discernable reason, that’s interesting

#dissociative identity disorder #did #actuallydid #actually did #osddid #did osdd #by crimson #by gray #by cyan #by green #yeah several of us contributed to this

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 25, 2021 2:00 p.m. newcrest counseling center

[margot] hello, hello! good afternoon, how are you doing?

[grant] you know what, i'm okay. how are you?

[margot] i'm well. and on time again this week!

[margot] so, give me a little update on the last two weeks. i'm sensing a pretty big mood shift.

[grant] i'm kind of an all or nothing person. i either feel like shit or i feel amazing.

[grant] so it’s kind of that, but you know, at the same time, i think what we talked about last time and forcing myself to write the inner child letter did work.

[margot] i am very pleased to hear that.

[grant] obviously, i am not fixed, but it gave me the boost i needed to get myself back into gear for now.

[grant] life is still really stressful right now but i'm valuing trying to be on a normal schedule and trying to find some peace and joy wherever possible. i can’t say i understand life or why we’re all here on this planet, but i guess it’s my job to make the best of it, so i will.

[grant] and you know, writing the letter reminded me of something.

[margot] oh really? what did it remind you of?

[grant] well, you asked me to connect with my child self and give them a voice.

[grant] i tried to do that before. just in a very unofficial and not great way.

[margot] were you looking up inner child work online in the past? i know a lot of my clients have talked to me about how present that kind of content is on social media.

[grant] no, that wasn’t it. um, there was just a time in the past like my current situation where everything in my life was going wrong. something pushed me over the edge and i realized i had to fix things, and i could remember in that moment what it was like to be that kid getting hurt all the time by my parents, and it really destroyed me to realize i was doing that to myself.

[grant] but like i said, i didn’t deal with it properly that time. first of all, i didn’t have the right inner child concept to work with. all i recognized were some very, very strong negative feelings. also, i didn’t have the right response to those feelings. i snapped, hit rock bottom for a little bit, and then crawled out of it, shoved an entire life’s worth of pain down, and vowed to become a healthier person. and by a healthier person, i meant a person who just wouldn’t think about all those memories and feelings.

[grant] and that’s how i got sober and stable for eight years straight, a decent streak that only ended with my recent crisis moment.

[margot] would you like to talk about that event from the past?

[grant] not really. the memory of it keeps coming back to me, but i can’t let myself fully remember it. i thought about it when i stood up to päivi. i thought about it when i wrote the inner child letter. and i think i thought about it in one of our sessions. the last one, actually, when you asked me to write that letter and reminded me i can be free if i really work through all this.

[grant] and i thought about it this morning.

[margot] why this morning?

[grant] kelly–uh, my sister–followed me on instagram.

[margot] oh, i thought you were an only child. you’ve never mentioned siblings.

[grant] i have two sisters. they’re both older than me. one of them–the oldest, elizabeth–died from cancer a long time ago.

[margot] i'm so sorry.

[grant] it’s okay. i loved her a lot. more than anything. i really miss her.

[grant] and the other one…

[margot] you aren’t on good terms?

[grant] definitely not. i haven’t even seen kelly in almost a decade. i don’t know why she’d bother following me on social media.

[margot] did she leave you a message or anything?

[grant] she did and i deleted it immediately. i didn’t read it all, not even the first word.

[margot] can i ask why all these different particular things remind you of this event?

[grant] i really don’t want to remember it. just feeling those emotions and the memory of the memory is too much. it was maybe one of the worst days of my life. no, it was the worst day, tied with the day my sister died and the day of her funeral.

[margot] is there anything specific that makes you not want to remember it? or talk about it?

[grant] everything.

[grant] it’s a day no one talks about. no one. my whole family knows about it and it’s never been really brought up in conversation. they might mention it but that's all. we moved past it immediately.

[margot] so, it was really bad.

[grant] yes, and it was the day i graduated from college. that’s supposed to be one of the best days of your life, but no, it was my worst.

[margot] graduation, you said?

[grant] yes.

[margot] i seem to recall you mentioning that you stopped speaking to your parents when you graduated from college. you brought that up briefly when we talked a long time ago about your father reaching out to you and wanting a relationship with you.

[grant] well, you have a good memory.

[grant] it’s also the last time i saw my sister. the one who followed me on social media, i mean.

[margot] sounds like a very complicated situation.

[grant] whatever you think that day was like, make your imagination of it ten times worse.

[margot] what made you mention this memory at all? i'm just curious. you don’t want to talk about it–and that’s okay, i will never demand that of you–but you did bring it up.

[grant] i don’t know, i guess because doing the letter you asked me to write gave me some confidence. my confidence armor is, like, beat to shit and covered in holes, but it’s still going to protect me a little bit. and what about it that made me more confident in myself is that i've dug myself out of deeper holes before and with worse shovels. that day was digging myself out of the deepest circle of hell. anyway, that’s a bad way to describe it but i'm not a writer or anything.

[margot] don’t worry, your descriptions are just fine, i like them. and i know you are resistant to talk about your past in any detail, but yes, from what you’ve told me, things have been worse, and still you have done well for yourself. you’re correct, you can do this, and this time, you can really, genuinely heal. i said that last time, but it’s always good to be reminded of that.

[margot] i have much hope for you and i hope you do as well. i'm pleased to hear you saying that you feel confident in yourself.

[grant] funny, i used to hate that word so much. it made me sick because any hope i had was dashed as a kid. my life was like the ninth circle of hell. but for the last few days, hope has brought me some comfort. it’s hard to explain why my view suddenly shifted but oh well. i think things can be better. hope is the thing with feathers and all that.

[grant] my other sister really liked that poem, by the way. elizabeth. again, i hated that poem just like i hated the word hope, but maybe i kind of like it now. or at least maybe i can actually understand it these days. when my sister was around to read me that, i was too young and too deep in survival mode to grasp the meaning of it.

[margot] it’s a very nice poem. there are a lot of ways to describe hope but i think that one is the best.

[grant] actually, maybe i don’t get the meaning of that poem after all. i don't think i could explain it. i'm no english major. maybe i just like it because of who read it to me.

[margot] well, that’s the thing about poetry. it doesn’t have to be interpreted the same way. you don't need to explain what the author meant. whatever you get out of it is the correct interpretation.

[grant] interesting that you use those words. i just read those same exact words in a letter the other day. it wasn't about poetry but still. that’s turning into a motif for me, i guess.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 screenshots #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #sorry this is kinda long i was having trouble splitting it up #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: margot

[jgmartin]

THERE ARE NO SONGS AT THE END

Life is funny.

It’s here until it isn’t. Sometimes it wastes away over the course of years. Other times, it’s instantaneous. It’s a spark, or an ember, igniting in one moment and then dying in the next. It happens so fast that you wonder if it was ever there at all.

Hello! Goodbye!

I think that’s what you can expect your life to be. A quick thing. Here today, gone tomorrow. Up in flames, dead in a flash. It’s a bold claim and I’m not calling myself a fortune-teller, but I am saying I'm privy to some details that aren’t terribly fortunate— for you or me.

Politics. It always comes down to politics, doesn’t it? Strings. They pull them, we jerk and dance, praying that somebody somewhere has our best interests at heart. Once upon a time, I was that somebody.

Honest, I was.

I began working in government three decades ago. Back then I was still a wide-eyed and ambitious intern with big ideas about improving the human experience. I wanted to help. Deep down, I think that maybe I still do. But I can’t. Nobody can.

Here’s the thing, the big secret that they don’t want you to know: this is a game. All of it. But I’ve read the rules, and I’ve seen the state of the board, and for you and I— for the world at large, the match is rigged. We’re playing at a disadvantage.

Soon, we won’t be playing at all.

The strange thing, or maybe the depressing thing, is that it isn’t even about us. Not really. It’s not about them either— the shadow brokers at the top, making deals with the devil and trying to leverage our fate. It’s about something greater. It’s about the pretext to human existence and the destiny we’ve been afforded.

The truth is, we’re not alone in this universe. Never have been. There are things out there vaster than stars and more violent than war. Things that have been biding their time. We’ve been fed a steady diet of chaos and fury, of love and pleasure, all in an attempt to fill our insatiable hunger to feel. All in an attempt to ripen us. For Them.

Once, some force that has long since vanished, dealt with Them— the ancient terrors beyond the veil. It subdued them. Defeated them. In order to do so, it harnessed the power of creation itself: the Big Bang.

We've determined the origin of our universe was not a product of chance, but rather an attack of desperation. It was a gamble to overcome titans too horrible to comprehend. And it worked.

For a while.

Now those Beings are awakening again. Slowly, one by one, they’re lurching up from their slumbers and turning their eyes to the rarest, most empowering energy in the universe: human emotion. Intangible and infinite, forged in the kiln of our souls.

We cannot stop them. We cannot contain them. Some of us are even working to help them, bombarding the masses with multimedia, grooming our thoughts and poisoning our minds. Anything for a reaction.

If that sounds hopeless, then just know that it is. You and I are fuel for abominations. Calories for the cosmos.

Our harvest is coming, and when it arrives there will be no resistance and there will be no songs of our passing. Our spirits will be cremated in the stomachs of ancient things. The fabric of our beings will be scattered far and wide, lost and mutilated, less than a memory.

But there’s another way.

See, the people at the top have a plan, and it’s a plan we’ve been inching closer toward year by year. Soon, you'll see it spring into action. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But soon.

It begins with a panic, and the long drone of sirens in the street. The world stops. Nobody knows what to do, but that's okay because this part doesn't last long.

Soon after, there's a crack of thunder. And screaming. So much screaming. It's terrible and awful, but it's quickly drowned by the low bass of infinity and the rush of a hurricane. Windows shatter. Bones tremble and skin sears. The horizon erupts into smoke and flame. A thousand mushroom clouds ascend into heaven carrying a billion cauterized souls.

Of course, there will be survivors. The unlucky few. Fret not. In the hours following, the sky will split and bleed black, irradiating their flesh and exorcising them of their destiny.

Finally! We will be free-- all of us.

It's frightening, I know. Ultimately though, what choice do we have? Some people won't want me telling you this. They'll be afraid of the shockwaves and what it could do to upset society, but as human beings I think we're owed an explanation.

So make your peace. Say your goodbyes. I don't know exactly when the end will come. I just know that when it does, I recommend a front row seat.

Don't wait for the rain.

#creative writing #creepypasta #horror #writblr #writeblr #original writing #writers of tumblr #writers #writing #writeblr community #so scary #sci fi horror #cosmic horror #short fiction #flash fiction #one shot #short horror #jgmartin #no songs at the end

[myth-blossom]

Hey, Mythy. I could use some... inspiration, you know? I don't want my Hitman hyperfixation to be over so maybe you could help a girl out?

I'm thinking a continuation of the Hitman bad ending chapter you did with Hayloft 2 but with the song Aftermath by Caravan Palace! Please and thank you ❤️

Hi Issy! I hope you enjoy this continuation of your bad ending inspired by that wonderfully chill and haunting tune. I set it after your Hayloft II song request fic as well as your Aftermath fic!

I hope it’s inspiring like you wanted ❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🥳

Some “Previously On” Context for Readers: 

Madeleine Burnwood (Issy’s OC, daughter of Diana and 47) was left behind on the train as serum-induced 47 was taken away by Arthur Edwards. Since then, she reunited with her mother to formulate a plan to get 47 back. 47 is sent after Madeleine but he spares her life and lies to Edwards about her demise before returning to Providence.

Madeleine knew well what her father was capable of. As the world’s greatest assassin, he was known for being cold, calculating, and efficient. If 47 was sent to kill someone, their demise was all but assured.

So why did she survive?

She replayed the moment over and over in her mind. She remembered her father approaching her, utterly menacing despite being calm and unarmed, ready to drop her over the balcony ledge at the Constant’s orders. Yet instead of falling to her death, she was dropped into the relative safety of a swimming pool below. 47 disobeyed Edwards and left Madeleine alive, lying that the kill was successful knowing full well it wasn’t. He left her to deal with the emotional aftermath as she made her escape, feeling shocked yet cautiously hopeful.

When Madeleine told Diana what happened, her mother struggled with her own mix of complicated emotions. She took a moment to hug Madeleine tightly, releasing her once she was convinced that her daughter was as well as she could be. Trauma notwithstanding, Madeleine was safe. For now, Providence thought she was dead and they would use that to their advantage.

They settled in with some tea and discussed what they learned from the encounter. Despite being injected with the serum, 47 hadn’t lost his memories. Or rather, he recognized Madeleine as someone he didn’t want to kill. Did Providence tell him who she was? Did he figure it out on his own? Would he recognize Diana and show her the same mercy he showed their daughter?

“Dad defied Edwards because of me,” Madeleine pointed out. “He might remember us if we spoke with him together. Maybe we could convince him to leave Providence.”

“It’s possible,” Diana murmured. Though the serum was first administered decades ago, 47 was able to recognize Lucas from their days at the Institute. It wasn’t until he received the antidote that he fully recalled his past. It was possible he could still retain some memory of their family now that he’d been drugged once more, or at the very least not be wholly committed to Providence. “But there’s still so much we don’t know, Madeleine. It would be incredibly dangerous.”

“I know, but it’s the best lead we have,” she shrugged. “I think it’s worth a try.”

Diana closed her eyes and took a deep breath to collect her thoughts. She could easily bait a trap so 47 would come after her, but Edwards would likely join him and hinder their plan with his presence. The Constant would undoubtedly have more planned for Diana than a simple bullet—he may even bring a team with him to assist with her extraction. Regardless, Diana wouldn’t allow Providence the chance to capture her. She refused to let Madeleine be without both of her parents.

After a moment of silence, she looked at Madeleine and nodded grimly. “Very well. But if we’re going to do this, it needs to be on our terms. We need to mitigate the risks as much as possible.” 

They decided to locate 47 first and attempt to get him alone before confronting him. They hoped to send him a message that only he would recognize, something inconsequential enough that the Constant wouldn’t become suspicious at his response. Unfortunately, the resources for locating 47 were few. The ICA was gone and Diana had no other contacts to enlist to track his location, or at least none that weren’t possibly compromised by an association with Providence. She feared their plan was over before it could begin.

“Well,” Madeleine began. “There is one person we could call—“

Diana shook her head. “I’m not sure she wants us contacting her anymore. She’s been through enough.”

“Do we have any other choice?” 

“No,” her mother sighed. “I suppose we don’t.”

———

Delriego directed Madeleine to a diner that had seen better days, its seats cracked and counters worn from decades of steady service. She noticed the coffee makers were older than she was as she scouted for cameras, confirming there were none to be found in the building. She respected its appeal for a hacker’s business meeting.

Madeleine walked to the back and slid into the green booth facing away from the entrance as Delriego instructed. She shook the rain from her coat but left her hood on, hoping she wouldn’t immediately be recognized and abandoned before she had the chance to speak. Though no one was actively smoking in the area, she recognized a familiar scent of tobacco lingering in the booth, the flavor reminiscent of the cigarettes Uncle Lucas smoked at the safehouse. Perhaps the diner held more value for its memories than its meetings.

The bell jingled above the entrance as a patron walked in, their wet shoes squeaking loudly towards the green booth. A backpack was gently tossed into the seat across the table before its owner settled in beside it. Madeleine lowered her hood as Delriego shook off the remnants of rain. When their eyes met, she froze. 

“I should’ve known it was you,” she muttered.

“Hi, Liv.”

“No,” Olivia said firmly, crossing her arms with a scowl. “Don’t ‘Hi Liv’ me. Whatever this is, the answer is no.”

“I wouldn’t be here if there was another option.” Madeleine folded her hands on the table. “Mom and I need your help.”

“Is that supposed to convince me? That hearts and flowers crap didn’t work out so well for Lucas,” she said bitterly.

Madeleine swallowed hard and looked down at her lap. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. Uncle Lucas, he…he didn’t deserve that.”

Olivia’s glare softened as a brief silence fell between them. Madeleine felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes.

“For what it’s worth, I really miss him.”

“Yeah, well I…I really miss him, too.” Olivia shook her head and reached for her backpack before sliding out of the booth. “Take care of yourself, Madeleine.”

She steeled herself to leave and took a step forward, half-expecting Madeleine to reach out for her in stubborn protest. But Madeleine kept still as she spoke, the fear in her small voice giving Olivia pause.

“They have my dad.”

Olivia turned to face her, her expression unreadable.

“He’s in trouble, Liv,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice even. “And you’re the only person who can help us get him back.”

Olivia closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Madeleine sniffed and quickly wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She blinked in surprise as two menus were tossed onto the table.

“Liv, I…“

“Save it. You’re paying,” Olivia said as she slid into the booth. She pushed a menu over to Madeleine. “Food first, plan second.”

“…thank you,” she whispered.

“Don’t mention it,” Olivia replied. “We’ll find your robot.”

Madeleine smiled, hope blooming in her chest.

“I know we will.”

#happy birthday issy! #Issy Birthday Event #hitman #hitman fandom #hitman fanfiction #diana burnwood #madeleine burnwood #olivia hall #agent 47 #songs and silencers #Aftermath by Caravan Palace #song inspired fic

[thegreatobsesso]

Word find tag (want, entire, empire, and wonderful)

I was tagged by my friend @oh-no-another-idea for this one :D

want

Callie POV

Corpseflower petals? Psshht.

Callie Ray could get anything she wanted, always could, long as she was willing to meet up with an anonymous psycho or two.

She and Bennett hopped the glorified ski lift together, which’d carry them all the way over the mountains they saw from Delaney’s windows and down into the neighboring valley. The lift ferried Delanians back and forth once a month so they could partake in the decadent delights of “town”.

Twelve years ago, that would’ve been sarcasm. It wasn’t anymore. She legit couldn’t wait.

They weren’t going just so she could shop. She salivated at the thought, even though Fisher Ridge was nothing more than one main strip of mom-and-pop stores. They were going because Bennett wouldn’t hear of having some apocalypse-mongoring Callie Ray fan anywhere near the castle.

(Dear steadfast disciple, she’d written. Your time has come. I’m in need of your services.)

entire

Riley POV

“We don’t need to kill our own food,” she snapped, closing the car door with too much force and jamming the keys into the ignition. “Chain stores do that for us nowadays.”

Nauxial bristled. Why are you so upset?

“Because this’ll make the local news. We just created an entire scene, for no reason whatsoever. What were you thinking?”

She wasn’t really asking but the answer spilled out anyway - an evening together, cooking and eating their kills. Him, tasting through her.

She could see the inspiration for the dinner: candelabras overflowing with years of melted wax, delicate silver knives and forks - the table settings, surely, of his childhood home. Animals on a platter with their eyes still in - the kinds of things he associated with an indulgent evening.

No - not just indulgent. Romantic.

A blaring horn. She was sitting here at a four-way stop, paralyzed. She shook the image free and drove, even as it crept through her like black mold.

empire kingdom (Congratulations for finding a word that was nowhere in my massive WIP, there aren’t many 😂)

Simon POV

That night, in an enclave off the graduate common area, Peter wrangled Callie into playing a game with them. One of those games Simon only loosely grasped, with kingdoms and castles and cones and whatnot. Again, he felt the urge to make himself scarce. Callie stared daggers of suspicion straight into his soul.

Be cool with her, Peter sent him quite deliberately. For me. It matters.

Well, he’d do just about anything for Peter, so he listened while he explained the rules to Callie, trying his best to commit the game’s mechanics to memory and glad of the distraction.

Callie seemed to listen the entire time, miraculously, but proved consistently at each turn she hadn’t taken in a single word. Could it be she was just interested in listening to him talk?

wonderful

Simon POV

“You underestimate the power of influence. If McKinnon tells the board to jump, you can bet they’ll ask how high,” Camilla chattered away pleasantly. “Besides, it’s high time outsiders started holding positions in these traditionally closed-off, magicians-only spaces, and I think he’ll agree. Doesn’t that just further the equality agenda you’re so excited over?”

“You’re just paraphrasing his speeches,” he countered, losing control of what he said and what he didn’t. “I can hear his voice in your head, dammit. Aside from your desperate desire for power do you even have one unique thought up there?”

That left her speechless, for one wonderful moment. His head ached with the pressure of how much more he wanted to say. Even with the Guiding Preservers, even with the Sword, he could find some shred of commonality. Even they believed in something. Even they had some sense of morality, twisted as it was, that extended past themselves.

I’m having one of those days where the reality that I’m writing an actual story hits me in a real way that just kinda blindsides me in a lovely way. Do you know what I mean? Like you look at what you’re doing and you’re just like, Oh, wow. I’m doing that. That’s MINE. It’s a happy feel. :D

Tagging @winterandwords, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @pertinax--loculos, @harps-for-days and @i-can-even-burn-salad with the new words wood(s), dark, ground and tree(s) :)

#oc: callie #oc: simon #oc: riley #my wip #the insuppressible callie ray #tag game #writeblr #writing #writing snippets #original writing #original novel

[le-amewzing]

ornaments & all those other glitters

Art I did for a different, previous (unrelated XD) oneshot led to this sweet Parknight hc, so I had to write it. :3c

Fic: "ornaments & all those other glitters" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Jess Knight/Alden Parker

Rating: K

Words: ~1,380

Additional info: romance, fluff, 3rd person POV

Summary: Jess Knight doesn't really wear jewelry. And then she does.

      "Y'know, if Girls' Night weren't sacred, I'd invite you in a heartbeat," Knight said as she rocked her wineglass in one hand, the liquid swirling around inside, and clicked through the TV channels with her other.

      Parker did that endearing scoff-chuckle of his beside her on Knight's lumpy (but still lovable) couch. He shook his head and inched the arm slung behind Knight closer, practically tucking her in to his side. "Nah, that's for you and Kasie. I'm not gonna ruin the good thing you two have going already."

      She paused long enough on a commercial to quirk an eyebrow at him. Had it been any other night, she might prod him a little for sounding like his early self, first joining the team and not thinking of himself as one of them. But Knight sighed. She didn't want to waste a single minute of tonight. "Well, I am sorry that date night at home turned out to be…kind of a dud," Knight said with a self-deprecating laugh.

      "Hardly. We got out of the office early enough to cook together—"

      "You act as if I were good enough to be your sous chef, Mr. I-Can-Do-Anything-If-It-Interests-Me."

      "—and we ate that delicious dinner together." Parker shrugged. "So there's nothing interesting playing in theaters right now and nothing on TV to watch. Every decade, there are more channels, but still the same problem remains." He smirked.

      She matched that expression with a grin and laughed again. "True!" But Knight eyed the shelves around her television display. "…also really wishing right now I collected more than random junk from my travels. Still can't believe the only DVD I have in its proper case is a cartoon belonging to my sister's kids from I don't even remember when."

      Parker tried to stifle it, but his chuckle was more genuine this time, and his whiskered dimples gave him away when Knight swatted at him and stood to pop into her kitchen to top off her glass. "It won't always be like this, relegated to dates at either of our places. Our workload will lighten at some point, Jess."

      "I know, I know," she said as she returned to her spot. She put her glass on the coffee table and slumped against her silver fox. "We'll have full weekends back hopefully soon, not just Sundays at best after maybe a partial day on Saturdays…" Knight huffed, but there was enough irritation behind it that the noise was guttural.

      "Time for TV violence to alleviate that stress?"

      "Yes, please."

      Parker helpfully took over the channel-surfing while Knight snuggled close in an effort to better her mood. Still, they were back to square one, so once they'd cycled through the channels, he asked her, "All right, we're down to the usual suspects—true crime or the history channel?"

      "I know we just discussed bringing you in on Wine and Misdemeanor, but…"

      "Let's check in with the Visigoths then." Parker pecked the top of her head and blinked as the program came back from commercial. "…or not. It's the ancient weapons show instead."

      Knight brightened at that. "Ooh. Repeat?"

      "Looks like. It's one of the defense specials. Helmets and shields, those kinds of things."

      Knight shrugged. "Still worth watching. Honestly, I'd love to carry some of these things on me, especially the different kinds of blades. Super useful when coming up against some suspects these days."

      Parker settled her with a sideways stare. "…you talk of blades, but you were pretty handy with a staff alone, disarming a suspect ages ago when the Raven first arrived on our radar."

      She sat up some then, preening at the attention and the memory. "It was only the handle I broke off a discarded broom in the alley."

      "Jess, he had a knife. And you literally knocked him off his feet and the breath from his lungs for a moment."

      "Then I guess it's a good thing shows like this got me interested in archaic things like working with a staff, huh?" She grinned at the eye roll he gave her, and she sipped her wine as a historic portrayal played while one of the program's regular historians narrated a history of Roman soldier equipment in comparison to the Britons'. Seeing the actors portraying Romans reminded her of another item from ages ago, though, and she patted Parker's scruffy cheek. "Though one thing those soldiers got wrong was the clean-shaven look. I definitely prefer you ruggedly handsome, Alden."

      Parker rubbed his brow in exasperation, but his smirk was back, albeit tiny. "And I never would've known about that exchange between you and Torres if you hadn't told me yourself."

      She shrugged and knocked back the rest of her wine, though her cheeks were already aflame from the memory, both of confronting her friend and of telling Parker about it at a later, more intimate date. "Can't help it. It's just fun to confide in you," she teased, and she got up a second time to rinse her glass and leave it with the other dishes in her (thanks to Parker) mostly empty sink.

      But when she went back to the living room to catch the last half hour of the defense special, she halted, because there was definitely something on her coffee table now that hadn't been there two minutes ago.

      The item was a vinyl box, black, square, and a hair bigger than "small." Knight walked around the arm of the couch slowly, even rested one hand on it, and turned her head Parker's way, slowly enough that she thought she heard her neck creak. "Alden"—she locked eyes with him—"what's that?"

      Parker held her gaze for two heartbeats before nodding at the item. "It's for you, Jess. You can open it."

      She hesitated a second longer. It wasn't that alarm bells had gone off in her head, but she'd all but frozen, given what could be inside—and they had never talked about those sorts of things—and she and the team knew plenty about the skeletons in his closet, but she had yet to dust off all hers to put on display for him and—

      He reached out and touched the hand she had clawing her couch's poor arm. Parker raised his eyebrows as he stared up at her. "Jess, really. It's just a…small something. That's all."

      Ah. Okay. So he understood. Knight took half a second to appreciate that Parker understood where her panic had taken her, the other half to be embarrassed that she'd let her emotions pull her every which way just now, and she made a mental note that…perhaps they would need to have That Talk™ at some point. But not today. So Knight settled beside him once more and picked up the box and opened it. She blinked and gasped at the shiny pendant inside. "Oh, my— Alden, it's beautiful."

      Knight caught out of the corner of her eye one of Parker's softer smiles. "I'm glad you think so. Not a lot of places have stock like that, so…"

      Knight traced her finger over the rose gold circle on a delicate, matching rose gold chain. Inlaid was a smaller, silver circle, set amidst what seemed to be a silver plus. On each arm of the plus were tiny…diamonds? Crystals? It might even have been how the silver itself was cut, so things glittered, but Knight didn't care. She loved it—especially because she recognized the design. She smiled at Parker. "It's a targe, isn't it?"

      He nodded. He glimpsed at the TV just long enough to put it on mute before returning his attention to her. "I thought a shield of some sort would fit you, my protective better half."

      That smile turned blinding, and she laughed as she plucked her present from its box. Then she handed Parker the pendant and drew her dark locks over one shoulder. "Help a lady out?"

      Parker affixed the clasp behind her neck, but his fingers grazed the skin there while Knight let her hair fall back into place and she admired her surprise. "Date night at home no longer a dud?" he teased, that scoff-chuckle of his back.

      "I misspoke. It never is with you," Knight breathed against his lips.

:3 SO. This and another WIP are my last ideas from April (then I have just a few left from early May to write). Originally, this would've been delayed until next week, but that other April idea is a) LONG and b) FIGHTING ME RN. GAH. Dx *save mew* On the bright side, this came rly easily, and I'm so happy to share some hcs here, primarily Knight donning this necklace! This pendant cropped up in the art I drew and used for the FFN cover for "A visit," and I knew then that I wanted to write about it, but I got to include a lot of nice passing deets here, too. ;3 The original premise stemmed from my noticing that Knight tends rarely to wear jewelry in the show, so… :3c (I think she'd wear this all the time, tho. ;D) Also, aside from lotsa refs to e13, "The Helpers," I wanna cite my pal, justtopostmyfic, for coining the descriptor "whisker dimples" (specifically in justto's AO3 story, "Parker's Whisker Dimples") for Parker bc that's SO DANG CUTE AND ACCURATE and I finally got to incorporate it in a fic…! X3 AhhhHHHH, I love them so much. TTwTT Also, not explaining Knight being a shield/protective in this fic bc I've done that in, like, nearly every other Parknight, *LOL*. It's basically canon. So enjoy this fluffy thing! Then come chat with me about them, pop over to the parknights tumblr, or even feel free to request a fic or art!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#ncis #parknight #jessica knight #alden parker #fanfic #mew writes too much #<3 #pls halp they've got such good chemistry

[halcycrain]

HALEY CRAIN who looks an awful lot like SOPHIA BUSH has just been seen around Port Whitley!  Apparently SHE is a 38 year old CIS WOMAN born on JULY 10th and has been in the city for 6 WEEKS and is a STORE CLERK & LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER. If there is a quote to describe them it would be “ NO ONE LOVES THE BIRDS THAT DON’T RISE.” - But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate.

biography.         pinterest.         playlist.         wanted.

i. Haley’s family was pretty present in town. Her grandfather used to be a firefighter for decades before he passed. He was a well-liked man and almost everyone knew him back then. However, the Crain family kind of got pushed into a bad light after he passed away. Haley’s mother became a drinker, there were lots of fights at home, her father couldn’t help his wife and they pretty much were a popular topic of gossip.

ii. When she was a teenager, her mother passed away and her father had to sell their house. They moved in with his father’s boss, the owner of Harvey’s general store, and they became a little family. That was the best time of Haley’s youth even though it wasn’t easy.

iii. Haley eventually left for college and never moved back. She visited during the holiday season and then a few more times throughout the year but she never planned to come back.

iv. She was on a marine research team and spent most of her late twenties on boats with her crew. She loved that life, it really suited her.

v. On June 13th her father passed away suddenly and it really shattered Haley’s heart. He was her last family and they really loved each other. So she decided to move back to Port Whitley and get some closure. She also found out that her father’s boss became his lover over the years but the two men never told her which kind of warmed her heart but she was also heartbroken for the man, whom she considered a second father, left behind.

vi. She bought a rather run-down house in Sol Pointe. It needs a lot of fixing but she knows it has the potential to become her dream home so she puts all the love into it. She also works as a clerk at the store. It’s not a job she’s dying for but she can help the man she cares about and also stay close to him. Other than that, she took over her father’s role as the lighthouse keeper.

vii. She has a dog named Bowie. She got him out of a shelter about three years ago. She also has a cat named Ruby. She was a stray when Haley moved back into town so she brought her to the vet and when she was told the cat had been roaming the streets for god knows how long, she took her in.

viii. She used to be on the swim team in high school and she was really good. But she gave up on it after receiving no support from her mother. She’s now into kayaking though. She can get pretty competitive over it too.

ix. She drives her dad’s old truck and that thing straight up keeps dying so should you spot it parked somewhere on the side of the road, chances are it just stopped and Haley got so pissed, she straight up left it on the side of the road and just walked.

x. Haley really is a friendly person. She has a lot of childhood trauma she never worked through and with her father’s recent passing and returning to the town that holds so many memories, well, it isn’t easy. But she’s making it work. She’s very caring, trying to be the opposite of her own mother but she’s also having a hard time letting people all the way in.

#pw.intro

[survey--s]

674.

What did you have for dinner tonight?: It's only 11.30am but I think I'll be having pizza/leftover pizza.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on?: A house with land, a horse (and all the necessities) and a holiday.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend?: Yeah, as a teenager/young adult.

What does your bedroom smell like right now?: The inside of our house, I guess. The candle I have lit at the moment is called "Cosy Christmas" and is a kind of citrus, cinnamon and clove mixture.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before?: Nope.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids?: I never want kids.

Your pregnant with twins: What do you name them?: Fuck that, lol.

Describe your outfit.: Black leggings, a dark green t-shirt, an oversized grey fleece hoody and grey and cream fleece socks.

What gigabyte is your memory card?: I don't own a memory card.

What brand is your digital camera?: I don't own one of those either, I just use my phone, which is Apple.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend?: About half an hour ago - he's just gone out to walk the dog.

What is a movie you're waiting to see?: I kind of want to see Wonka but I'm not exactly waiting for it.

Who was the last person to cook something for you?: My mum.

Do you ever sit and think what if about something?: Sometimes, sure.

If so, what is it?: All sorts of things, I guess.

What’s on tv right now?: Wallace & Gromit. I always watch it at Christmas. And yes, I know it's November but we put the tree up yesterday lol.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses?: Yes.

Where do you download music from?: I get all my music from Spotify.

How many channels do you have on your tv?: We don't have live TV, just a bunch of streaming services.

What are you most scared of?: Getting cancer or dementia.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose?: I wouldn't want to do that.

Do you talk to any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriend?: Occasionally, yeah.

If so, which one?: Just Jimmi. We normally just share dog videos on TikTok lol.

What is your mom doing right now?: I assume she's at home - probably baking or watching TV.

Are you currently listening to music?: No.

What is the weather like right now?: Cold, grey and rainy.

Do you like new music or older music?: Both.

Do you agree that abortion is wrong?: No. Forcing a woman to give birth and denying her autonomy over her own body is wrong. <--- this!

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make?: I don't know if I'd want that kind of responsibility lol.

What was the last video game you played?: CountryStar.

What is currently going on in the room your in right now?: Nothing.

Do you know where your best friend is?: Out walking the dog at the local nature reserve.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook?: A girl called Rebecca on a dog-walking group I'm part of.

What is your display picture of on Facebook?: My husband and I on our wedding day.

Do you ever sit and think about the past?: Of course.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be?: None of them because I think the reality is often worse than the memory lol.

Are you a talker or a listener?: Both.

What is one food you will not eat?: Eyeballs.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat?: Yeah, mushrooms. I hated them as a kid but love them as an adult.

Have you ever kissed the same sex?: Yeah.

When does school start this year?: I haven't been in school for well over a decade.

What genre of music do you refuse to listen to?: There isn't one I "refuse" to listen to.

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason?: No.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution?: I don’t make new year’s resolutions.

Do you need to lose any weight right now?: Probably, but not enough to actually motivate myself to do it.

What is something you want right now?: A back massage sounds nice.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores?: No.

What always puts a smile on your face?: My animals.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night?: Normally at home, on the sofa with a takeaway and the animals.

What is the best thing about Sundays?: Not having to get up for work, doing whatever I want without any time pressure or stress. I love Sundays.

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player): Spotify. Does WMP even exist anymore? lol.

How many songs do you have?: I have about 10k downloaded, I think, but I change what's downloaded on there quite regularly as my phone doesn't have a huge amount of storage.

When was the last time you had a period?: A month ago. I'm due about now.

Why do you think the sky is blue?: The Earth’s atmosphere acts like a prism that refracts light from the sun. And because of the wavelength of blue light, it’s refracted at a lesser/steeper angle, thus being more directed towards Earth. <---let's go with that answer, lol.

If you could change the sky to any color which would you choose?: I love the colour of sunsets, but I don't know I'd want that colour all the time.

Is there anything wrong with you right now?: No.

Do you hate when people stare at you?: It depends why they're staring.

What always makes you angry, no matter what?: People who let their unleashed dogs run up to mine.

#surveys #survey

[memoirsofaseraph]

Hey baby.

We watched Little Fish a few days ago, I needed to write about it for a few different reasons. I’m so glad we watched this together. So so so glad. I cried so much in front of this movie, and back then it used to be something that made me so sad — because I could see myself relating to it, in a way. I was losing the one I loved too. I remember watching this and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind some night in January, or early February, when we were going through some stuff. I was thinking of you so much while watching these movies, every little thing on the screen made me think of you and at the time, I felt just like the characters. I felt like I was going through the same thing as them, even though our story was very different. Having to forget someone I loved against my own will. Dealing with the fact that I had so many memories of you (and with you), even though they couldn't really mean anything anymore. It felt like such a waste. Building a foundation with someone for months, only for it to fall apart, and having to let go. When we watched it together, it was so different. The meaning itself became so different. I was no longer feeling my heart ache because I was losing you, or because I was having to deal with our relationship being over. This time, it kind of turned into a fear. I was no longer relating to it, I was fearing that this would happen to us eventually. And I wasn’t watching it while grieving what we had, this time it was really like, “Oh… that is my worst nightmare”. Being with you really made me think of life as something deeper. I used to be someone who was so careless, literally not caring about a thing or anyone. I was taking life as it is. Quite literally. With you, everything is so different. Everything makes sense and I want to keep this, keep us forever. The scariest thing to me would be to lose you, one way or another. I realized that life is really so short and every little moment matters. Because finding your person is so peaceful, right? Finally knowing where and with who you belong is the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my whole life and I want to preserve it forever. It’s also very scary. I find myself overthinking about it sometimes, like if something were to happen to you, or to me. Anything. I don’t know. I know it’s silly and I really hate this but it also makes sense, somehow? I’m the happiest girl ever since I’ve been with you. I love you, and you’re my favorite person in this entire universe. To think that this… that you could be taken away from me at any given time is the scariest thought. I don’t think about this very often, and I pray that you’ll always be okay, that we'll always be okay. I pray that we have so many more years to spend together, so many more decades. But watching Little Fish with you made me more aware of how unsure life really is, nothing is ever promised and no one is safe, unfortunately. Sorry, that was quite a depressing entry… But I needed to let these thoughts out. To remind you — and remind me as well — that you’re the love of my life, that our relationship is the most precious thing I have and that I want it to last forever. That I need to spend as much time as I can with you. It's the only thing that really matters to me, to give you my love until my life is over.