#not even a place of our own we’re living with my aunt

[lynderman]

𝘼 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙀𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 (Xavier Thorpe)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Date Published: 12/9/22

Synopsis: You’ve always been 2nd place. First place for losers. Attending Nevermore was supposed to change that.

A/N: (I was so confident writing this, and I feel like I went down a rabbit hole because some shit doesn't even make sense. So idk if it’s good or not. It also isn’t proofread 💀)

Part 2

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“Vi, are you still free after fencing today? I thought I’d take you up on that offer and go down to Jericho to get-“

“Sorry. I told Wednesday I’d meet her in the nightshades library to look for a certain book.” My smile instantly vanished as he said her name. It’s not that I hate her, no. I could never. We’re best friends! Well, as close as best friends could be to Wednesday Addams. I didn’t have a reason to hate her; But I did have more than enough to be jealous. Ever since we were kids she’s always been able to one-up me.

It started with small things like getting better grades in school. Then to committing higher and bigger crimes. And it eventually reached the point where I felt like everyone in the family preferred her to me. Even my own dad! Her precious ‘Uncle Fester’, the only one who made her smile. He made everyone smile though. Every time he came home from one of his jobs, I’d get a pat on the head and Wednesday would get a hug. His niece got more love and affection from him than his own daughter did.

I thought maybe, just maybe when I came to Nevermore I’d be able to fit in. Be my own person! Make my own friends, be someone who I wanted to be. Not living in the shadows of my cousin; Being known as ‘The other Addams?’ Or ‘Wednesdays’ Cousin!’ And I was for a while. For a whole year I was just known as Me. I wasn’t compared to anyone or told to be better. In fact I was great! Fantastic, even.

I’d made captain of the fencing team, like aunt Morticia. I was first chair in almost all my classes. I had friends of my own and was always asked to hang out. People were interested in me. They wanted me for me. Especially Xavier. God, Xavier. He was drop dead gorgeous. His long hair that framed his face so perfectly. His hazel eyes so full of hope and warmth. The smile that was always on his face when I walked up to him or when we hung out. He made me feel so happy and appreciated. Just loved and seen. I would do anything for him because I know he’d do the same for me!

Or so I thought.

The second that Wednesday showed up to Nevermore, any hopes I had of asking him out or just anything suddenly vanished. Like everyone else in my life, I was soon replaced by her darkening and compelling image. He became so infatuated with her. Our afternoon runs were taken away and replaced with him hanging out with her. He sat through and listened to her crazy theories all day and looked at her like she hung the stars herself. The same way he looked at me once.

My fists clenched my bag and I held back the urge to scream on the spot. Now the one time we were both free was taken away by her again? She wasn’t even a nightshade so that isn’t fair. “Have fun with that. I’ll be by the lake if you feel like I’m worth your time today.” My words seemed to get his attention because he finally looked up from his sketchbook. I caught a glimpse and saw it was an another drawing of Wednesday. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked off before he got the chance to. Or cry. Whichever came first at this point.

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The sun shone directly onto my face as I continued to write down the finishing lyrics to my song. My plan for the day was to hang out with Xavier and show him my new music for my violin. He knew I played an instrument but he didn’t know what it was or that I sang. So I thought it’d be a good time to surprise him! But of course my plans were ruined thanks to Wednesday. Again.

Letting out a grunt of frustration, I threw my pen into the lake. “What’d the pen ever do to you?” My attention turned to Xavier’s voice behind me. I listened to the sound of the leaves crunch and stop before he sat down on my blanket beside me. I didn’t ask him to, but I always found it hard to be upset or angry with him. Peering over my shoulder he asked what I’d been writing. “Just some music. I was gonna go back to my dorm and see how it turned out.” He didn’t need to know I wanted him to go back with me.

“Really? Can I see it?” Hesitation filled my body but I still gave him the notebook. His hands flipped through my pages and the words. I prayed to god he didn’t under Latin. “You never told me you write music.” I shrugged and turned back to the lake. “You never bothered to ask.”

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We sat at the lake for a while and just talked. It was nice; Feeling like I got my old friend back. The way he laughed at each joke I made and seemed to be genuinely interested in my topics made me realize how hard I’d fallen for him again. “Speaking of hair-“ He reached out to twirl the white strand in my black head of hair between his fingers. “Did you just decide it was a cool fashion statement or something?” I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“No, no. Back in 6th grade I was doing a science experiment, Y’know the one where you dissect frogs right? I was cutting him open and i just electrocuted myself without realizing it. That’s when I found out I’m like my dad. The whole lightning and shit. But I can do this weird thing with weather too where-“ I paused when I realized I was getting off track. “Anyways. I zapped myself and some shit happened with my hair when I did. It was only this piece though.” Laughing I turned the other way and buried my head into my knees. “I’ve tried to dye it back but it never works. All the other kids would make fun of me and say I’d get cancer or go bald. I dunno why though, that doesn’t make sense.”

What didn’t make sense was that I was basically Trauma dumping on Xavier for no reason. All he asked about was my hair and got some sob story in return. There was silence for a moment. I knew I overshared and he’d think I’m just some attention whore. It took me by surprise when he put his hand on mine, making me turn to face him. “I think it’s cool. Makes you stand out.” The blush that spread across my face was inevitable. Like an idiot I asked: “Really?”

A smile broke out in his face as he nodded. “Do you still wanna go to Jericho? The shuttle leaves in about 20 minuets? We can go to the weathervane and maybe check out that new music store?” My stomach was filled to the brim with butterfly’s, warmth spreading throughout it. Play it cool, play it cool. Don’t freak out. Just say that sounds fun. “Yes! Of course. I’d love to.” I mentally face palmed myself with the joy in my voice. It felt like a movie moment. Was this him asking me out on a date? Xavier finally got the balls to be the one to initiate it? No thoughts were going through my mind as my body leaned closer to his, him doing the same.

I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my face; A mere 6 inches between my lips and his. Just as mine were to meet his, a phone rang. His phone. He blinked and apologized before picking it up.

“Hello? Enid? Since when did you call me? No, I’m not. She was busy so I’m at the lake, hanging out with-“ Xavier paused as Enid’s voice rose over the line, his brows furrowing as she spoke. I couldn’t hear what was going on. “Yeah, sure. Give me 7-8 minuets and I can. The quad or the courtyard? Mhm, sure.” He lowered his phone and hung up. “What’d Enid call about?” Standing up he began to brush himself off. “Wednesday asked her to call me since she doesn’t ‘want to be a slave to technology’. Said something about her finding a new lead on the monster and to meet her in the nightshades library.”

“But didn’t you earlier?” He shook his head. “No, she needed to do something else and talk to someone.” My lips pursed and watched as he grabbed his sketchbook from beside my bag. “Can we uh- rain check on Jericho?” All the butterflies and warmth my stomach were replaced with dread and insect repellent. “Again?” I muttered. “It’s nothing personal, I just need to-“

“No it never is with you is it? I mean do you even care about anyone or anything other than Wednesday?” The words left my mouth before I could process what I said. “Sorry?” Now I was standing up, arms crossed as I spoke. “Sorry? Oh shut up; Stop playing dumb. We both know you’re not so don’t try to bullshit your way out of this.” He took a step closer to me and looked down, irritation and confusion clouding his eyes. “What’re you talking about? What’s this even coming from? Why’re you getting so worked up about us hanging out?” Scoffing I took a step back from him.

“I’m getting worked up about this because you hang out with her all the time and not me! I’m constantly being ditched and put to the side cause you wanna go waste your time who doesn’t give a single fuck about you!”

“Don’t say that. She does but just act-“

“Acts distant and cold? Stand-offish and uninterested? She’s like that with everyone. What makes you think you’re any different to her? Do you think you’re special or some shit? Wednesday’s been like this her entire life and she’s certainly not going to change for some moron of a dude.” Xavier’s face only showed confusion as I spoke. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you can’t put two and two together? Wednesday Addams; (Y/n) Addams? How many Addams’s in this school do you know? If you named more, I wouldn’t be surprised since you seem to pay attention to everyone else other than me.” “Not everything is about you (Y/n).” He snapped.

“You’re right. It’s not! It’s always about Wednesday. Everything is. It’s always ‘Oh, have you seen Wednesday? I’m looking for her.’ Or ‘Do you wanna see this new drawing of her? It looks better than the last!’ Anything that comes out of your mouth is about her! Have you ever noticed how you put me next to her? Below, If you will. She plays cello and you draw her. I play violin, but you never bothered to ask because you’re too busy talking about how good she sounds. You go with her to Jericho to get coffee while I’m left behind doing schoolwork. Everywhere I go I’m beneath her. I’m compared to her, I’m belittled because I’m not as edgy or mysterious as she is. My family seems to like her more too. My own father loves her more than me! Can you imagine that, Xavier? Having to live in the shadow of your little cousin because she’s so much better than you at everything? I thought the name I made for myself at Nevermore would stick! I’d have my own friends and interests and not be known as the other Addams girl. I thought that I could get away and have shit of my own! BUT NO. I CAN’T.”

The air around me felt chilly and vast, a small breeze inclining as my voice got louder. “But it’s never going to happen. Everyone will always choose her over me. I’ll always be second to her. And it’s not fair. It’s not. I try to hard at everything. Especially when making friends. I’m almost on my knees trying to get people to approach me but she just has to stand and glare at people and suddenly they’re wrapped around her finger. Like you. You’re just another string waiting to be pulled by her; Following and doing what she says like a lost puppy. You look at her with such admiration and longing in your eyes. Maybe if you turned your head the other way and fixed your eyesight, you’d see that’s how I look at you! If you weren’t so fucking blinded by her borderline manipulative tendencies you’d notice I’m the way with you you are with her.”

My hands were moving with immense exaggeration as I spoke. The feeling of static shooting through my veins when I threw them down to my sides in anger. “Look, I’m sorry. Why don’t we talk about this and-“ A short circuit of lighting extended from my fingers when I held my hand up to him. “This isn’t a two way conversation right now. It’s one where you listen to every word I say because that’s all I’ve ever done for you, especially ever since Wednesday’s gotten here-“

Speak of the devil, and she’ll arrive. Looking to my left I could see her standing a few feet away from us. “I think your feelings for Xavier are getting in the way of our goal, (Y/n).” I deadpanned. “Our goal?” She didn’t answer my question, only asking another one in its place.

“How would your father feel if he knew you were letting your emotions get the better of you?”

“Gee, I dunno. Why don’t you ask him since he was with you early in the nightshade’s library!” She said nothing. “He finally shows up after being on the run again and stops to say hi! Not to his daughter, but his niece.”

“It’s not my fault if Fester approached me and not you.”

“It’s never your fault is it? Nothing ever is. You’re just perfect Wednesday who’s above all others. Especially her cousin who’s done everything in her power to help her with her bullshit conspiracies. I’ve been on your side since day one. Believing in your shit when no one else would. And how do you thank me? By stealing the few people I have In my life away from me. Again and again. It’s a never ending cycle. And I never bother to break it because we’re family, Wednesday.” The overwhelming emotion of anger and hatred died down, the slight breeze fading completely. Now it was just cold and quiet. Water began to drop onto my clothes and belongings. When I looked up I realized It was raining; But only on me. As cliché as it sounds, there was a small storm cloud hovering above my head. Hence the weather thing I was telling Xavier about earlier.

“Do you know what you struggle with, (Y/n?).” Laughing, I faced Wednesday again. “No, but I’d love to hear your piercing insight on it!” “You don’t know when to turn your emotions on and off. You let them consume and confuse you. How you’re just a fool with a slow heart; Putting out love for others only to never get any back.” The rain became heavier as she spoke, each drop hitting harder against my face. “I understand that emotions are a foreign concept for you, Wednesday, but you don’t have a right to talk about mine if you don’t have any.” Is what I’d like to have said. But it isn’t. It was more along the lines of:

“Maybe you’re right. I do love too much because no one has ever given me any. I hope that one day you’ll think about all of the love I’ve given you, and maybe feel generous to reciprocate it.” Turning from her I grabbed my bag off the now drenched blanket and sling it over my bag. “The same goes for you, Vi. When you come to your senses and realize that I have and will still do anything to get a small sliver of your validation or time, my dorm room door will be open.” I meant to passive aggressively hand him his sketchbook back, but it was really just me shoving it into his chest. I didn’t dare look back at the two as I literally stormed off into the forest.

The sun still was shining around me even as I made my way back to the courtyard, through the quad, and up to my dorm. The cloud only got bigger when I was alone in my dorm room. Sitting in my shower I thought. Thought about how Wednesdays’ right. Despite ending up with nothing, I’ll still give everyone else everything I’ve never gotten in hopes someone will one day do the same.

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#xavier thorpe #x reader #netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe x reader #angst #fanfic #reader insert #wednesday #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe x you

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

🦐 to recognize my post

Am I the asshole for asking my grandmother if I can move in with her?

This’ll be one of your classic reddit-style family dramas, I think. Back in late 2019 just before COVID, I (freshly 18 at the time) had run away from home with my mom and moved in with my best friend (R, 17 in 2019) and her (60s, deeply depressed) dad. Her dad and I were on good terms for a long time, but respectfully, he has a tendency to repress any issues he has with someone until they build into a bigger issue. Near toward November of 2020, he kicked me out on account of ‘not keeping a job and not doing anything around the house’ (I washed stagnant dishes often, took care of their several animals, and took out trash whenever I could, R and I think he was projecting his shitty roommates from when he was 20 onto me), so I needed a new place to move.

My own beloved father lives ten hours away, and offered for me to live with him. For months, I was preparing to pick up my entire life from the hometown I had lived in since I was 2 years old to move to a new state, and in the last month, I got cold feet and said I couldn’t make such a large change like that. My dad completely understood, and I went to look for a new place to stay, still living with R and her dad at this time.

During this period, I was getting closer with my grandmother on my mom’s side again. She was one of the few family members I felt comfortable with, and we often went to Panera for lunch dates to catch up on things. I won’t go super deep into why I’m so anxious about the rest of the family, because that would require an entire several page google document to explain (especially now that we’re actively banned from holidays).

It was around this time I asked my grandmother if I could move into one of her five or six spare rooms upstairs. My grandfather had died in the last couple of months, and I was confident that if she needed any help (she’s in her mid eighties) moving things upstairs or cleaning the house, I would be beyond glad to do it for her. She then hesitated and said it may be a better idea for me to move in with my dad after all (which was odd, because she hates my dad’s guts, as does the rest of my family), and I let it go after that. I didn’t push, I would just need to find a new place. 

Well, word got around, and she told my aunts and older cousins in passing. I don’t remember if I got sent anything in specific, but one of my aunts (mother’s older sister who I'm genuinely terrified of) absolutely fucking exploded on my (54 at the time) mom, giving her a several paragraph long shitstorm of a message saying she was a terrible mother for letting me take advantage of my grandmother, calling her horrible things, slurs, and insulting her wife, and it got back to me somehow. I was fucking shredded apart emotionally.

Since then, I have moved back in with my mother out of necessity and we have totally reconciled our relationship in the three or so years I’ve been home, and my entire mother’s side of the family- aside from my grandmother- has completely cut contact and don’t invite us to holidays anymore, for significantly more ridiculous reasons than me asking my grandmother what I did.

My mother’s side of the family ostracized her, myself, and my sister since my mother first married my dad 25ish years ago, and has just never treated her the same since, which explains some of the hostility (I want to specify, I’m confident that my mother did nothing outright wrong for this, my family is extremely far-right and EXTREMELY judgemental, and my mom bore unnecessary vitrol for everything she went through), but I need to know if I was actually the asshole for asking to move in with my grandmother, who even now still cares about me as family and lives alone. I could give less of a shit what my aunt thinks now (she lives an entire day’s drive away, in a different state as well), but I can’t help but shake the fear that I was actually taking advantage of her kindness or something of the sort. Was this a wrong thing to ask? Was this actually too much, and should I not have bothered?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[itsupermanti]

Pyrrha Rose-Arc #3; Innocent Curiousity

Pyrrha is seen eating some of Ruby’s chocolate chip cookies at the dining table, her 8 year old face filled with happiness and satisfaction as she takes each bite.

Pyrrha(as she continues eating her plate of fresh cookies): I get why Ruby loves these now, they’re amazing!

Pyrrha(taking a sip of chocolate milk): Especially with chocolate milk!

Jaune(looking at Pyrrha from his place in the living room, letting out a chuckle): You should really pace yourself sweetie.

Jaune(smirking as he goes back to polishing his sword): Unless you want to get a cavity.

Pyrrha(pouting as her mouth is full of chocolatey goodness): But ‘s sho good!

Ruby(sitting down next to Pyrrha, ruffling her daughter’s hair): Don’t worry dear, she’ll just brush her teeth again after she’s done.

Pyrrha(turning to her former friend turned mother): Is THAT why they never got any cavities from the sweets they ate?

Jaune(chuckling): She better if she wants to keep what few adult teeth she has so far.

Pyrrha turns to her old crush turned father, that’ll still take some getting used to, and sees him polishing a long sword with a black blade and glowing red lines.

Pyrrha(confused by the unfamiliar sword): I thought he used Crocea Mors?

Pyrrha(recalling how Ruby pulled out a weapon that wasn’t Crescent Rose when she destroyed THAT tree): And didn’t Ruby use a scythe?

Pyrrha(speaking up): Mama, Papa?

Jaune(pausing while sharpening the blade): Yes sweetie?

Pyrrha(looking at the sword in his hands): How did you two get your weapons?

Jaune lets out a chuckle as he stands up from his place on the couch, walks over to the fire place to retrieve an ornate black sheath, and makes his way to the table.

Jaune(taking a seat with his family): Remember that sword your grandparents gave you for your 8th birthday?

Pyrrha(remembering the small replica of Crocea Mors she used to stab her TV a few days ago): Yeah.

Jaune(smiling): That was a replica of how the Arc family blade used to look like, we called it “Crocea Mors”.

Jaune(placing his current sword and sheath on the table after Ruby moved the plate of cookies aside): After your mother and I managed to escape from the Ever After with your aunts, Crocea Mors was left with a shattered blade, and your mother was left haunted by all the friends we’d failed to save by that point, and she was scared at the idea of even using her old scythe, Crescent Rose.

Ruby(walking back to the table with her own sword and sheath): By the time I managed to get over my personal trauma enough to use a weapon again, a few years had passed for me, so I was around the same age as your father when we first found him in the Ever After.

Pyrrha(checking her memories from her new life to understand what they were talking about): The Ever After, a world that seemingly exists outside our own, where time flows differently. Jaune was the last to fall, but when they found him, he was practically a full fledged adult.

Pyrrha(turning to Ruby as she places her own sword on the table): So Ruby must have gotten separated from them and had something similar happen to her…

Ruby(turning to Pyrrha): By the time we got out of that…place…Crescent Rose reminded me too much of my failures, but your father assured me that I shouldn’t let them hold me back.

Jaune(placing a hand on Ruby’s shoulder, allowing Pyrrha to see his wedding ring): And eventually, she did the same to me. And before long, we were in a proper relationship.

Ruby(placing a hand over Jaune’s, showing her own wedding ring): Everyone said that we’re already practically married, and a few weeks after we ended the war against Salem, we got engaged.

Pyrrha(thinking to herself): So that’s how they got to together, they helped each other through their guilt…

Pyrrha: And the weapons?

Jaune(smirking as he removes his hand from Ruby’s shoulders): They were the wedding gifts your mother made, she melted down what remained of Crocea Mors and Crescent Rose.

Ruby(smiling ruefully): Crescent Rose meant a lot to me, I used to consider him an extension of my soul, and I wanted to give your father something that would reflect how I also thought that about him.

Ruby(glancing at an old picture of Team Ruby): And how we’d be leaving the past behind us…

Jaune(waving at his sword): She used the materials to make me this, “Noire Mors”, the Black Death.

Ruby(pulling out her own sword): And “Rose Favonia”, the Rose of the Wind.

Jaune(as he lefts up his black sheath): Your mother wanted me to know that no matter where we were in the world.

Ruby(as she picks up her own sheath): No matter what trials we faced as Hunstmen and Hunteress, as husband and wife.

Jaune: We’d always have a piece of each other with us.

Ruby: We’d always face those trials…

Jaune+Ruby(pressing buttons on their sheaths to make them unfold into black shields with red and gold detailings and matching emblems of a rose surround by to crescent moons): Together, always…

Pyrrha simply stares at the matching shields in awe, before she asks another question.

Pyrrha(raising a brow): How long did it take for you two to actually get married?

Jaune(blushing along with Ruby): Well, we actually had to rush the wedding a bit…

Pyrrha(confused): Why?

Ruby(looking away while twiddling her fingers together): We had a…bun…in the oven…

Pyrrha(eyes widening): …

Jaune(concerned): Pyr?

Pyrrha(looking away with a blush): Forget I said anything!

The parents just awkwardly look at their blushing daughter before moving to put their weapons away.

Pyrrha(clutching her head as her parents leave the table): I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT MY SECOND LIFE WAS CONCEIVED BEFORE THEY GOT MARRIED!!!

Author’s Note; Hope you all enjoy!

#rwby #rwby au #pyrrha rose arc au #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster

[hollyhomburg]

It sucks when I decide not to confide in you guys because honestly today was HELL and I cannot go into it without going several pages into my current lore, but BASICALLY

My grandparents are getting kicked out from the house they’ve lived in for 60+ years, primarily because an uncle who is not one of their children is worried about the housing market taking a downturn and not getting his money. The house is a 3.4 million dollar house, it’s next door to my little cabin. This uncle is very well off and in his retirement, when he purchased the house he signed a legal document (notarized by lawyer) that my grandparents could live there for the rest of their lives.

However last month, he sent an email stating that he was kicking my grand parents out on the 5th of November. My mother and a lot of my aunts and uncles are very upset about this, mostly because of my grandmothers dementia- moving her into an unknown location would decrease her memory substantially. A lot of other people where angry on account of them having no place to stay (it’s been decided they’re going to stay with my uncle but at the time we didn’t know where), and because he gave two 91 year old people 30 days! To move 80+ years of their life! a few of my cousins started to chime in, and then my mother sent an email saying that this was not a conversation that anyone should be having but their seven kids and the conversation was moved to a private chat. My grandparents are supposed to move into our house eventually, but our basement apartment is just beginning renovation for them- we need a good year until it’s ready because we’re poor and can only afford to do it slowly and mostly on our own.

And then comes my sister, who has been externally close with this aunt and uncle. She has been mostly non-communicative about this until today, where she called up my mom to see if she could come visit this weekend- because my whole family- all like 70 of us - are banning together to help my grandparents pack up their lives. My mom started to vent to her- and my sister chewed her out for the e-mail saying It was uncalled for and basically took my aunt and uncles side in the whole situation. As well as Criticized her for being financially irresponsible and not having the basement done, blaming her for my grandparents predicament. My mom was /sobbing/ by the end of it. It took my brother and I like- 20 minutes to calm her down.

She then proceeded to call me 5 times before I picked up, and we had a hard conversation about it all, and when she point blank asked me if i thought she should come home this weekend and I told her that no, I didn’t, because our mom needs support not judgment and she’s going to feel her feelings no matter the facts and what we personally think is right, and if she can’t hold her tongue and be supportive to just my mom- then her being here would cause a lot more stress. And that No matter the situation with the rest of the family and what I personally think should happen- my top priority is my mom and getting her through these super tough weeks tbh, not even my grandparents well being, not my aunt and uncle, not even her at this moment.

She thanked me for being honest with her and we ended the call after she apologized for missing my birthday. Which I was honestly really hurt about but brushed it off because I am just too burnt out to care.

Then after we hung up she texted me this, and we had this conversation

And now I’m wondering if I went too far, if I was too mean, if it was bad of me to deny my sister the last chance to see my grandparents in their home. I don’t know, things have been so hard, I hate this, I hate feeling angry and resentful towards people I care about. I just feel like the saying “honesty without tact is cruelty” really applies to it because like, you can about what you’re feeling without it hurting the people you love. I also told my mom I didn’t like the email she sent out to the family- but I was able to do it in a way that didn’t make her sob. Ugh I just don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong and terrible and just ugghhhh I need to sleep

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Shadows of Guilt: The Final Gift (part 3)

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“Surrogacy?” Bloodlamb repeated the news with a gaping mouth, sharing Leafcurl’s earlier surprise. “What did you say?”

“That I would talk to you first,” Leafcurl answered, settling in their shared nest next to her. She watched as the wind buffeted the trees outside. It was difficult to take much notice of anything though, not with the hundreds of thoughts racing through her mind at once. Her claws were working in and out of the lichen-leaf nest under her.

It was one of two nests they had. They lived in a  log wide enough to fit the two of them comfortably with space to spare, wedged in what must have once been a rockslide. One nest they had at the mouth of their den, meant for this purpose: to enjoy the scenery cozily. The other they had beyond the other end of the log, in an open space they had dug out of the landslide. That was where they slept.

They simply needed to pull the overhanging branches from nearby trees to cover the entrance. It cast the entire inside of the den in near-pure blackness. It had unsettled and frightened Leafcurl at first, but it became easier to deal with, and now it didn’t bother her at all. 

Bloodlamb, on the other hand, was very welcome to the darkness. She had, after all, grown up in the Gaping Maw caves, a territory that was far from where they lived now. Because of me, Leafcurl thought, feeling a fresh wave of gratefulness for her love. Bloodlamb knew how important Leafcurl’s family and home was to her, and how uncomfortable new things could make her, and was more than willing to stay with her close to Leafcurl’s family, even if it meant moving away from her own.

Leafcurl purred, thinking of all the times Bloodlamb had soothed her in the darkness.

You don’t need to see, she had said. Just feel me next to you. 

“You gonna say yes?” Bloodlamb asked, cutting into her thoughts and giving her a look.

“What? Uh, why?”

“Because you’re purring.”

“Oh.” Right. Their talk. The important talk. “What do you think?”

Bloodlamb was fiddling with a minnow bone between her teeth. “We’re both surrogacy kin, ain’t we? I have grandmothers, you, fathers.”

Leafcurl nodded. “Right.”

“My aunts 'n uncles never knew their father,” Bloodlamb went on. “Don’t know what he looks like.”

Leafcurl fidgeting with the leaves. “Sparktail and my papa were close friends before he had us with dad. We still see her lots.” 

“Hon.” Bloodlamb placed a paw on Leafcurl’s shoulder. Her face was solemn, taking Leafcurl by surprise. “They don’t know what he looks like,” she said again, and this time, the words sunk in. What if the same happens with these kits? Would they never know Leafcurl, never know her pelt, never able to pick her from a crowd? Would the only thing they would ever know her as be the cat that carried them for a couple moons? Sure, she and her littermates saw Sparktail often and referred to her as their aunty, but she had been friends with their fathers long before they considered having kits. Leafcurl, Larksnow, and Tawnyshriek were an entirely different story.

Bloodlamb went on. “Right now, they’re just a thought. But love, two moons of carrying? A moon of nursing at least? Would you be ready to part after that? Give them up?”

“They’re not meant to be my kits,” Leafcurl told her, and partly told herself.

“That don’t make it any less painful when they’re taken away,” Bloodlamb replied lightly. 

Leafcurl sucked in a breath. Was she right? She was silent for a long time, searching everywhere in her scattered mind until finally her racing thoughts were closer to organized and neatly packaged ideas. “Your aunts and uncles made your mothers happy, right?”

Bloodlamb grinned. “I like to think so.”

“I know my siblings and I made our fathers happy, and that they loved us and cared for us so much and so well.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I…” Leafcurl searched for a way to put it into words. “I want to allow someone else that happiness. I want to be the…the…”

“Miracle-maker,” Bloodlamb finished, eyes soft. 

“But I need you to be okay with it, the kits and the–the making the kits, and the whole deal.”

Bloodlamb thought for a moment, sucking in the side of her cheek. Was she going to say no? Leafcurl’s heart sped up. “Your heart is so pure. I just worry that you’re doing this for them even if it hurts ya. We haven’t even talked about birthing kits. Everyone knows it hurts worse than a Star’s bite, and the ‘process,’ ya sure you’re comfortable with that?”

Leafcurl considered that, thinking. “Well I wouldn’t enjoy it, but it’s not like I’m meant to. But I can handle it, both aspects. And…I don’t think I have to worry about not seeing them, not too much. Our families are close. We’re not, but–surely we’ll still see them lots. And I can ask to be a part of their lives, even if it’s small. Or maybe I can be a mentor, or volunteer at that place Fungichomp has.”

Bloodlamb licked the space between Leafcurl’s ears. A small gesture, but the strength behind it was more than enough to assure Leafcurl of her affection. “You sound sure. If you really want to, I’ll support ya. But give it some time, yeah? Sleep on it a few nights.”

Yeah, that was reasonable. Leafcurl smiled as her eyes met her mate’s. Bloodlamb could be so vicious and loud, swinging claws at anyone who so much as sneezed on her unintentionally, but with Leafcurl she was gentle, caring, loving. She didn’t have this talk for the sake of herself, but of concern for Leafcurl. And for that, Leafcurl thought that she had somehow fallen deeper in love, and she buried her chin deep in Bloodlamb’s side. “Can we sleep now?” 

Bloodlamb’s turn to purr came. She curled around Leafcurl, resting her chin on the brown cat’s spine. This wasn’t their sleeping nest, but it would do just fine.

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--Blood has a fluctuating accent!

--We get a peak at the wlw couple!

--Sparktail is mentioned so psst @elementaldeityoffood

--I am writing this when I am about to fall asleep so fingers crossed it came out halfway intelligible.

#dark tales #dark forest tales #wc dark tales #shadows of guilt #the final gift #shadows of guilt: the final gift #bloodlamb #bloodlamb story #leafcurl #leafcurl story #smallbasil family #smallbasil #gaping maw #gaping maw family

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1986 Will Be Their Year {Eddie Munson x Plus Size Henderson Sister Reader} Chapter Five

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Henderson Sister Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4300+

Summary: We've reached the end of the season, Eddie's battle, his rescue, and love confessions. 💙

Authors note: Eddie's rescue scene was inspired by the song Burning by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. When there is mention of Eddie being a coward, that is Eddie talking to Eddie. We know our boy is no coward. 💙

Eddie Munson Masterlist

As the RV rolled down the lone highway, the gentle swaying began to lull members of the group into a gentle doze, Y/N being one of them. With the adrenaline wearing off, Eddie noticed her head begin to loll to the side while her eyes struggled to stay open. In time, the rhythm of the road was too much for her, and her head tipped to the side, finding Eddie’s shoulder, her breath softly fanning out across his neck. His heart skipped a beat as the warmth radiating from her body spread to his own, wrapping him in comfort. He had to stop himself from moving his arm, itching to drape it across her shoulders, and bring her closer into his side. She remained this way, sleeping comfortably for several minutes after the vehicle stopped, to Eddie’s delight, until her head lolled slightly, breaking her slumber.  

Becoming aware of her surroundings, Y/N’s head shot up, eyes wide, “Shit! I’m so sorry! God...tell me I didn’t drool...” She put her head in her hands, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Pretty girl falls asleep on me, I can think of worse situations to be in.” He says with a sly grin, before her other words finally registered, “Wait. You drool?” He couldn’t help the smile in his words.

Not moving her face from its hiding place, Y/N slightly mumbles, “Yes...”

Eddie chuckles, pulling a hand away from her face, “Let’s put this into perspective. We’re both covered in bat blood, lake shit, and I don’t even know what else. A little drool is the least of my concerns, but if it makes you feel better.” He checks his jacket sleeve, and his shirt. “All dry, Princess.”

Y/N shifts her eyes, giving him a sideways glance.

“There she is.” Eddie grins.

Her other hand drops from her face, a self-conscious smile on her face, “Thanks, Eddie.”

The moment is quickly broken when Steve pulls open the door of the RV, and throws a bag in Eddie’s face.

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Steve, Dustin, and Y/N stood beside the RV, the entire scene shielded by the towering Brimborn Steel Works.

“Are you sure we can trust her?” Steve asked hesitantly, eyes still surveying the entire area for lurkers.

“Me and Dustin trust her with our lives, she’s our cousin, have some faith.” Y/N shuffled from one foot to the other.

Within a moment of their exchange, tires on gravel could be heard as a vehicle came down the long drive to the abandoned building. All three held their breath, waiting to see exactly who came around the corner. Dustin and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as they saw a blue Cutlass slow to a stop several feet away, and a tall woman, still dressed in scrubs, emerged from the vehicle.

“Dusty, Y/N, what is going on? Aunt Claudia is freaking out!” The newcomer reprimands the pair.

“Tori, we need your help, but you have to trust us.” Dustin implored.

Tori looked around, becoming concerned by her cousin’s behavior, “What is happening?”

Y/N turned her head to the RV, and called out, “Eddie.”

The door opened, and Eddie appeared before the group, noting how Tori’s face began to pale, and praying this had been a good idea.

“What the fuck is going on?! Isn’t that the kid they’re looking for? Why is he with you?!” Tori shrieks.

“Calm down, please! He didn’t do anything, I swear to god! Just trust us, please.” Dustin begged.

Tori eyes Eddie up and down, “Okay.” She says slowly, “I’m listening.”

“Steve, Eddie,” Y/N began, “This is our cousin, Tori, Dr. Victoria Henderson. Steve, please lift up your shirt.”

Steve grabbed the hem of the newly acquired shirt, and began to pull it off his frame. He tosses the shirt to Dustin, and begins to pull the taped gauze away from his skin, exposing the fresh wounds to the doctor.

Tori gasped, “Oh my God, what happened to you?!” She rushes to Steve’s side, inspecting the wounds.

“That’s why we need your help. There are crazy things happening in Hawkins, things that defy logic...things you won’t believe, until you see them.” Dustin spoke solemnly.

The small group explained to Tori, exactly what was plaguing Hawkins, hoping she would believe them, despite the incredulous look on her face.

“So, you want me to believe there is some parallel dimension under Hawkins? You do realize how this sounds, right? I could have you all put under 72-hour observation.”

“Have we ever lied to you?” Y/N asked solemnly.

Tori looked at Steve’s wounds again, she had seen plenty of animal bites, but nothing like this, and her cousins did look scared. She let out a sigh, “Say I believe you, what exactly do you want from me?”

“These little bastards are everywhere in the Upside Down,” began Steve, “We don’t stand a chance without someone on the other side, ready to patch us back up.”

“You want me to run a triage, right? Where exactly would this take place?”

“The Munson trailer, it’s our best way back in. Please, Tori, we wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.” Dustin was practically begging.

Tori looked to Eddie then, “Look me in the eyes, and tell me you didn’t do this.”

Eddie looked to Y/N, who nodded reassuringly, before looking directly into the doctor’s eyes. “I’ll swear on anything you want, I didn’t hurt anyone. I know what people are saying about me, what they’ve always said, but I swear...it’s...none of it is true.”

His eyes were wide, imploring. Tori had some training in psychology, she had seen liars, this kid wasn’t lying. This kid was traumatized.

Taking a steadying breath, Tori gives her answer, “I believe you. I’ll do what I can, but I have to get supplies from the hospital. Give me a time, and the address, I’ll bring a couple of my nurse friends.”

At her words, Dustin and Y/N launch themselves into the older woman, hugging her, and raining a chorus of, thank you, on her. Tori wraps her cousins into a hug, promising them that she would help.

After being given an arrival time, and address to the trailer, Tori waves goodbye to the group, before returning to her car, and disappearing down the road.

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The sound of metal on metal pierced the air in the wooded clearing, and mingled with the sound of quiet conversation. Eddie and Dustin each drove nails into their respective trash can lids, creating makeshift shields, while Y/N tore rags to wrap around small tree limbs to create torches, another form of defense for the group.

Finishing their task, Eddie lifts the studded shield, “How’s she feeling?” asked Dustin.

Eddie responds with a flourish of the studded lid, “Light. But durable.” Thrusting the shield into the sky, he continued, “Deadly. But reliable.”

Both Dustin and Y/N chuckle from their places on the ground, torch making put on hold to watch the unfolding scene.

Eddie points dramatically in the direction of the two on the ground, lowering his voice to a grizzled growl, “Hear me now.” He lifts his arm toward the air, in a heroic pose, “There will be no more retreating...” Moving out of his previous pose, his voice returns to normal as he proclaims, “from Eddie the Banished.” A coy grin playing on his face, as he pats the shield at his side.

Rising from his kneeled position, and lifting his own shield, “Hey, you’re really ready for bat-tle.” Replied Dustin with a grin, and goofy chuckle.

Y/N rolled her eyes, uttering a simple, “oh lord...” in response to her brother’s antics.

Eddie, however, appeared less than amused as Dustin continued, “You get it?” Eddie continued his deadpan stare toward the younger boy. “Bat-tle. B-A-T.” The look on the older boy’s face remained stoic. “No?” Dustin groaned, looking toward the ground, dejected. “I thought I had a good one.”

Dustin places his shield on the ground, not noticing the swift movement by his side, as Eddie discarded his own shield, and proceeded to tackle the younger boy.

“What are you doing?” Came Dustin’s breathless reply.

Y/N’s voice could be heard over the grunts, yelling, “Eddie, don’t break him, my mom will kill me! Bruises, no lost limbs, I’m serious.”

Eddie laughed, and reassured her that he would do no permanent damage to the boy, as he pushed Dustin from him.

With a breathy, “You son of a bitch!” Dustin launches into Eddie’s torso, pushing the older boy like a tackling dummy, until Eddie’s hand creeps into wedgie territory, and being greeted by Dustin’s cry of, “No wedgies! No wedgies!”

Eddie pulls Dustin up, clapping his hands onto either side of the younger boy's shoulders, “Never change, Dustin Henderson.” Looking into his eyes, and cradling Dustin’s neck, Eddie continued, “Promise me?”

Shaking his head, sobriety overtaking his features, Dustin assures him, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good.” Comes Eddie’s reply, a smile playing on his lips. “Good.” He says again, urging Dustin with a tilt of his head.

Still on the ground, Y/N looked on at the display, a wistful smile playing across her lips, happy to see both boys more relaxed, and lighthearted. Eddie couldn’t know in that moment, how Y/N’s attraction to him grew while she watched them.

Eddie breaks the moment, patting Dustin on the shoulder before calling out, “Hey, Sinclairs. How are those, uh...those spears coming on?

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With shields, torches, and weapons prepared, the group loaded up the RV, and head toward an unknown future.

Eddie was flanked on his right by Dustin, Y/N to his left, her small backpack of kerosene-soaked torches riding on the floor between her feet. Silence enveloped the space, each person contemplating their futures, their role in the battle to come, and steeling their resolve. A furtive look passed between Eddie and Y/N, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, and keep her safe.

The RV rolled to a stop in front of the abandoned Creel house. While none of the passengers spoke, the prevailing thought was shared by all, would they live to see each other again? Would this be the battle that would irrevocably tear the party apart? Only time would tell as the RV continued on its path, after Erica, Lucas, and Max departed.

In the dimly lit RV, Nancy went through the plan once again, verifying each participant knew their place, Dustin, Eddie, and Y/N being on bat patrol as part of phase three. The group breaks, entering the silent trailer park, moving with purpose toward the Munson trailer.

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Before the group could enter through the gate in the trailer’s ceiling, a soft knocking could be heard on the door. Y/N cracked the door open, revealing Tori, and two strangers. All three had arms full of medical supplies, the entire group sighed in relief, the cavalry had arrived.

Entering the space, the eyes of the new women were drawn to the ceiling, and the horrifying sight of red sinew, gazing back like a gaping wound.

“Holy shit...” Tori mumbled, eyes wide in shock.

“Do you believe us now?” Dustin asked.

No words escaped the newcomers' lips, only a trio of nodding heads, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

Tori shook herself from her stupor, “This is Pam,” she pointed to the redheaded woman whose eyes were still locked in place. “And this is Angela,” she added, pointing to the blonde woman. “We went through school together; I trust them with my life. We’ll set up the triage here, and wait for your signal.”

“Thanks, Tori.” Y/N gave her cousin a quick hug, before leaving the three women to set up their makeshift hospital.

Steve climbs through the opening in the ceiling first, before moving the mattress to catch the other members of the team, as they pass through the opening. Each member takes their turn going through, weapons being tossed through between bodies, until Y/N was up. Climbing her Hobbit ladder on their side, and expecting to climb down the ladder in the Upside Down, she had a moment of confusion when Eddie, again, held out his arms to catch her. Y/N’s descent was less traumatic this time, trusting Eddie’s strength. Despite the dire situation, Eddie couldn’t help the flutter in his chest as her warmth landed, once again, in his arms. Holding her felt natural, and he hoped he would have more chances in the future, in happier situations, to hold her again.

The trailer door squeaks open, as the group filed out into the open. Steve turned to face Dustin, Eddie, and Y/N, “Hey, guys, listen. If things here start to go south, I mean, at all,” he emphasized, “you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just---”

“Decoys.” Steve and Dustin respond together.

“We can’t do that, Steve.” Came Y/N’s reply, before she squeezed her brother’s cheeks between her fingers, “We can’t not be cute, look at this face!”

Steve rolled his eyes, as Dustin continued, after freeing his face from his sister’s grip, “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely.” Drawled Eddie. “I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie chuckled. As Steve began to walk away, Eddie spoke again, “Hey, Steve? Make him pay.”

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With the rest of the group on the move, Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N set to work fortifying the trailer. The trio used a tarp to pull spare debris, metal, and chain link fence sections, toward the trailer, where Eddie secured the found pieces.

Stepping back, the group observes the fruit of their labor. Chain link, sheet metal, and planks adorned any weak spots, or entry points to the trailer.

“Not bad.” Eddie commented.

“Not bad at all.” Came Dustin’s reply.

“Now for the fun part.” Eddie added.

The group burst through the bedroom door, Eddie stopping short when his eyes fall on his guitar, “Jesus Chr...” came his breathy response, before his voice took on a tone of reverence, and awe, “It’s like...she was destined for an alternate dimension. What do you say, Hendersons?” He reaches out, gripping the guitar in front of him by the bridge, gazing upward, “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” His voice dreamy, as he glanced back at the Henderson siblings.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin responded with a soft chuckle.

Slinging the instrument across his back, his face taking on an air of excitement, “Let’s do it.”

Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N stood perched on the roof of the trailer, when Robin’s voice came across the walkie talkie, “She’s in. Move on to phase three.”

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin relayed, before reaching for the extension cord, plugging in the amp. “Let’s hope they hear this.”

Eddie’s stony gaze looked out across the darkness, “Chrissy, this is for you.” He bites out, ripping the chain holding his pic, from his neck, not noticing the brief look of hurt that crossed Y/N’s face. With a shout, Eddie tore into Metallica’s Master of Puppets, the sound of the chords ripping across the silent landscape.

Dustin and Y/N kept look out, monitoring the swarm with binoculars, and alerting Eddie as the beasts came closer, “We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin called.

“T-minus 20!” Y/N cried.

The final warning came from Dustin, “T-minus 10!” As Eddie began the finishing flourishes of the solo.

Y/N’s voice carried through the air, as the final strings echoed, “One!”

The trio raced from the roof of the trailer, onto the cab of a parked truck, into the bed, and raced across to their makeshift cage, Eddie slamming the door as he passed the threshold.

Through the sound of panting, Dustin could be heard exclaiming, “Dude! Most metal ever!” Followed by Eddie’s breathless, “Oh my...oh my God.” The pair finished with screams, and excited jumping.

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The sound of crashing, and screeching could be heard by the three humans inside the improvised stronghold. All three circled the middle of the room, backs to each other, Dustin and Eddie holding spears and shields, Y/N holding a torch in one hand, and Eddie’s lighter in the other.

An eerie silence broke over the space, as the swarm suddenly silenced. Eddie could feel the slight shuddering coming from Y/N.

Dustin’s voice pierced the silence, “Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy, huh?”

Eddie shushed Dustin as his sister smacked him, “Is that really necessary?” Growled Eddie.

Clattering could be heard overhead as three sets of eyes turned upward, “They’re on the roof.” Eddie said calmly.

A small chorus of, shit, could be heard coming from the two Hendersons. Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N began to creep through the living room of the trailer, stepping closer to the sounds of scuffling coming from the roof.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked while gazing at the air vent in the ceiling.

A breath later, the vent burst open to reveal the head of a demobat, as it attempted to force its way into the trailer. The demonic creature was greeted by Dustin and Eddie’s spears, as they tore into the beast's flesh.

Eddie realized, quickly, that with the vent open, the three would be outnumbered rapidly. He glanced around, looking for something to slow the horde, as Dustin screamed for him.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Eddie screamed as he pulled a chair from the small dining table. He placed the chair directly beneath the hole, and grabbed a shield. With a scream, he jammed the shield into the ceiling, blocking the hole, and thwarting the screeching monsters. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” came Eddie’s panted reply.

“Nice.” Y/N gasped out from below.

“Thanks.” He breathed out, giving each Henderson a low five.

As the three caught their breath, Dustin spoke, “Are there any other vents?”

“Oh shit.” was all Eddie could reply, as he jumped from the chair, and dove toward his bedroom.

A small horde burst from the corner of the room as the three began to enter, forcing them into a retreat, while Eddie slammed the door.

As the door began to splinter, and falter under the weight of the beasts, Dustin cried out, “That’s not gonna hold!”

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Eddie screamed over the sound of cracking wood.

The Hendersons didn’t need to be told twice, Dustin began climbing the rope, while Y/N scaled the Hobbit ladder.

Eddie could hear Y/N’s voice from the other side, urging him through. He grabbed the sheet rope, preparing to hoist himself toward the ceiling, and to safety, until his own words replaying in his mind, stopped him in his tracks. He couldn’t run. Instead, he grabbed a spear, easily slicing through the rope to the horror of the two Hendersons above him.

Pushing the mattress from under the hole, and slinging a spear across his back, Eddie looks up and tells the pair, “I’m buying more time.”

Crashing through the door of the trailer, Eddie ran toward the discarded bike. He wouldn’t run this time. He wouldn’t be a coward, not again.

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Eddie raced through the trailer park, leading the swarm behind me, and screaming, “Come get me, you sons of bitches!”

Whatever came next, he was ready. Dustin and Y/N were safe. Eddie wasn’t going down without a fight.

As Eddie maneuvered the bike, a demobat swooped from the sky, ramming him from the bike, into the hard ground. After the momentum of the fall put an end to his rolling, Eddie brought himself back to his feet, and continued to run, the swarm on his trail.

His own words began to replay in his head, stopping him in his tracks, ‘I didn’t know what to do, so I...I...I ran away. I just ran, and I left her there. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.’

Eddie turned to face the swarm, drawing his shield and spear, he would go down fighting. No more running. The swarm struck with ferocity, his shield holding them back temporarily, as they bounced off the thin metal.

He was able to keep them at bay for a time, but soon he could feel their teeth begin to tear at his flesh, his knees going weak as the ground rose up to meet him. This was it, he was going to die here. He closed his eyes against the onslaught, giving over to his fate.

But then he heard it, in the midst of the swarm, thundering footsteps neared him. Eddie could feel the presence of someone else above him as he willed a single eye open. There she was, like a goddamn Valkyrie riding into battle, two torches in her hands, slinging the burning wood into the demobats around him. Raising his head, he clocked Dustin, shield in one hand, flaming torch in the other, setting the swarm alight.

It only took a few demobats being set ablaze, and crushed under Y/N’s foot, to set the swarm into chaos. He could hear her guttural screams as she pulled bats from his body, and turned each into fireballs. The area quickly silenced, the swarm alight, and in a state of mayhem, as they fled.

Eddie drifted in and out, pulled to his feet, pressure added to the wounds littered across his body, as his torch wielding rescuers blazed a path through the few remaining bats, and to the trailer. He had the sensation of being raised up, hands pulling on him, and a short feeling of weightlessness, before his world went completely black.

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Eddie felt himself floating in the inky black of dreamless sleep, the agonizing pain he had felt before, was a distant memory. But in the back of his mind, he felt a pulling, the need to swim toward consciousness, began to pull him through the darkness around him. He had to come back. He wouldn’t give up, he had to get back to Y/N.

With a last push, Eddie could feel himself coming back, the weight of his body began to register, then the feeling of a foreign weight on his left, caught his attention. He willed his eyes to open, forcing the lids up, and allowing the bright light flooding the room, to invade the darkness. In a moment, he was able to discern his surroundings, he was in the trailer, the bed he was lying in felt foreign, Wayne’s he assumed. What remained a mystery, was the weight on his left hand, and arm, at least until he looked down, and was met with the prettiest face he had ever seen.

Y/N looked like an angel, she had pulled a chair to his bedside, and fallen asleep on his arm, her face turned up toward him. Eddie couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, or the butterflies he felt in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty girl falls asleep on me twice; I must’ve died back there. This has to be heaven.” He says softly.

Eddie’s voice breaks through Y/N’s own dreamless slumber, waking her with a start. “Eddie? Oh my god, you’re awake! Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Her questions came rapid fire.

“Did you drool?” Eddie replied with a grin, before reassuring her, “I’m okay, beautiful. How’re the others?”

“Everyone’s okay, Eddie, we were able to stop it. I need to tell Tori you’re awake.” Y/N tried to stand, but Eddie was faster, grabbing hold of her wrist to keep her in place.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, but I need to get Tori, she said to call her when you-”

Eddie cut her off, “Y/N, I almost died back there, and I don’t wanna die without telling you how much I love you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, and then disbelief. “Eddie, you’re on a lot of pain medicine, you just woke up, you don’t know what you’re saying.” she said, looking away.

Eddie cupped her chin, bringing her eyes to meet his own. “Not gonna lie, Pretty Girl, I’ve got a nice body high going. But my mind?” He tapped his head with his free hand to emphasize his point, “My mind is clear, and if you don’t believe me, let me put it this way. The day we met, you walked into class in those black Converse that you sent those fucking demobats to hell with, jeans, a Queen 1982 tour tee, light colored denim jacket with a bunch of pins on it, including an enamel Elvira pin, a Joan Jett pin, Michael Myers, and a fucking adorable unicorn. You had your hair up in a blue scrunchie, you were wearing silver earrings shaped like moons and stars, black and blue jelly bracelets, and a blue splatter watch.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide in complete shock, “You remember all that?” She squeaked out.

Eddie’s grin grew bigger, “Are you asking me if I remember what the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, was wearing when I met her? Baby, I’ve been half gone on you since the second I saw you.”

Eddie’s brain begins to short-circuit when in a flash, Y/N pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. When the feeling of her soft lips against his own finally did register, Eddie deepened the kiss, holding her face between his hands. She felt natural, like every other interaction they had had. She moved her hands to his face, cradling him, neither wanting to end the kiss.

“Oh my god, finally...” Dustin’s voice broke the moment.

Eddie and Y/N broke their first kiss, their foreheads resting together. In unison, the pair raised their middle fingers toward the younger boy.

“Goodbye, Henderson.” Came Eddie’s exasperated voice.

Dustin threw his hands up in surrender, before leaving the room.

“So, uh.” Eddie suddenly felt shy, “Can I take you on a date?”

A beautiful grin spread across Y/N’s face, “Do you really need to ask?”

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For this week’s writing exercise, I sat down to imagining “girlness,” I was drawn to a very young character in my WIP: the daughter of one of the heroines. I imagine her here a little older than she is in the current story. She is disabled, realizing her asexuality and understanding that her status as a “natural child” will always mark her in early 19th century America. The standards that set her apart aren’t going to dismay her, though. Embracing our personal differentness without saying we’re sorry, especially for women and girls, is also a way to break the rules.

Thank you for including me – and all of us – in this opportunity @bettsfic and @books. It has been a great opportunity for me to dive deeper into so much that I love about writing.

Being born unable to hear came with a lot of rules. She knew that instinctively, never being told. Smile when people’s lips moved, even though they make no effort to be understood. Avoid nodding. They might be asking for something you cannot or will not give. Stick to your own, if you can. They make accommodations for you, and you for them.

The school for the deaf was far away. It was on a river, but nothing like the one back home, and the people were as cold as the weather. Dyed in the wool Protestants from Puritan ancestors, they wore their collars high and their expressions sour. Nothing like the people back home who she knew, again instinctively, her teachers thought of as indolent and lazy. Easy words of misunderstanding and dismissal.

She was called Joy here, even though her name was really Joie. The teachers corrected her with the signs for J-O-Y when she wrote her name in French at the top of her parchment. She would have to cross it out and write the hated letters given in terse movements of fingers gnarled by hard scrubbing and a lack of moister. These women seemed to have no joy, and she was often surprised that they could even spell the word.

Knowing another life, full of people who loved and accepted her for who and what she was, did not soften the hard edges. She came to the school at age ten and now, two years later, she counted days rather than months. Her mother, with a heart in the right place, said that five years away from all she loved would be enough. Seven, though, would be better. Joie wanted out now, and if her mother knew what they told her here she might agree.

Women could not, according to her teachers, achieve more than hearth and husband, home and children. They drilled this into her and her eager classmates. These girls, for the genders were separated in and out of class, giggled and passed notes about boys. Joie didn’t see the attraction. Boys were fine to talk to, and run after in a game of tag. Some of her finest friends were boys but Joie didn’t understand why girls fussed over them. Most of all, she knew she never wanted to marry.

She avoided telling anything but the most obvious when asked about her family, too. The people at this place would mock her for a mother who was a sea captain, an aunt who practiced medicine and a father she did know. Their rules said everything about her family was upside down and sideways. Everything about it was incorrect.

Her own ambitions, also unspoken, were wrong too. Joie dreamed of making her own way in the arts. Her love of portraiture bloomed here, perhaps the only thing that did besides the climbing roses on the shady side of the girl’s dormitory. She hoped to make a life for herself with her talent, and to one day say she had painted every rich Creole lady and praline seller back home. They all held their own fascination, and deserved a place in posterity.

Like the roses that chose the difficulty of a different path in the shade, but managed still to bloom in profusion each year, Joie imagined thriving. Against the odds, and all the rules, she saw herself thriving on her own. Like her mother who could aim and prime a cannon and her aunt who could save lives with surgery, their Joie would succeed. Just five more patient years, and the rules would all but be forgotten.

#tumblr writing workshop with betts #fiction #wip #girl

[formulinos]

hello everybody, happy new year!

i finally got some time to breathe today and i’m in the mood for writing so here we go with some new year reflections. overall, last semester was really a time to acclimate myself to big life changes. i didn’t expect that moving back after two years away was going to be so challenging but it is! my friends are different, my parents are older and their ages are showing and i’m living in a new neighbourhood in the condition of Graduate. looking a job has been a frustrating experience after studying so hard all my life, but eh, perks of late stage capitalism.

anyway, everything took quite a toll on me and largely, i took these months to come to terms with being an adult, if that makes sense. i feel prepared, mostly, after all studying abroad and living on my own really helped to all around become a mature person and now after graduating it feels like the adult status is locked. you would expect this would have happened before for someone who is 27 but you know, i lived and breathed my academic life and a lot of personal development was lacking for quite sometime before finally realising it was time to grow.

but that’s not important!

the point is that during that time i obviously kept mulling my writing ideas, including the piece i’m working since fucking 2021 or so, but i could never keep my rhythm due to something always fucking happening. i even gave myself back in november when it was clear nanowrimo was a flop a deadline: come 2024, i’ll start working on it. cue to december 2023 and half my cousins and an aunt miraculously showing up here at home to spend a whole month with us. amazing.

they left yesterday and i feel like sufficient time has passed for me to be able to work again with my writing, generally. the goal for this year is to get back in the groove, so yes: the piece is going to come out. i know i say that all the time, but it’s only because i mean it and i have never given up on it. which also brings me to point two: i think i’m good at this writing thing. i’m not excellent, there are far better people than me at formula 1 writing, but i do think i bring something to the table occasionally. so another goal of mine is to move away from tumblr as a place to publish them and possibly dedicate a whole ass website only to the hyperfixation corner once i’m done with the piece.

i don’t intend on changing the tune or become hyper serious. i mean, my writing did become more serious as i grew as a writer BUT if i took myself too seriously i feel like it would lose the charm. but at the same time, i feel like this is a natural step and some good things can happen to me if i start to devote some time to think it through beyond the tumblr ecosystem.

but this can also go to hell tomorrow if i trip on a rock or something! we’re only 22 days into the year so, a lot of musing over nothing.

let’s just do our best, have fun and be ourselves.

see you again soon!

[nancedrcw]

Fort Hardy

prompt: nace week, 15 years in the future

sypnosis: Nancy is used to coming home to chaos everyday. So, when her daughter can storming down the stairs calling for her, she wasn’t all that surprised.

Nancy and Ace were used to walking into their home and being met with chaos. In fact, it was so common sometimes when Nancy would come home from work late and be met with silence, she would become highly concerned. 

Thankfully though, today she unlocked her front door to her 13-year-old daughter, storming down the staircase. “Mom, your husband has gone insane.” 

“Don’t you mean your father?” Not even phased, Nancy handed Noa the take-out bags, taking off her own satchel and placing it on the hook next to her coat. 

“He has taken over the kitchen. It’s like a war scene in there, an apocalypse.” 

“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” She smiled slightly at her daughter’s flair for the dramatics, something she inherited from her Aunt Bess.

“Mom, you don’t understand!” She handed off one of the bags to Nancy, sighing. “It’s better if I just show you.” 

“Lead the way!” She sighed, not quite sure about what she was going to walk into. Although, whatever small idea she might’ve thought she had, nothing would compare to what she walked into. 

All of the throw blankets were attached to the cabinets, creating a tent-like ceiling. More blankets covered the windows, failing to block out the light entirely and just giving the room a blueish glow. 

Nancy recognized her and Ace’s duvet spread between the island and cabinet, joined by both Jake and Joey’s comforters. Due to the lack of muted pink and light gray blankets, she assumed Noa refused the boys access to anything from her room. 

Pillows created a barricade to one side of the tiny room they had created, and two of the island barstools created the entrance on the opposite end. Ace, army crawling out from underneath, noticed his wife standing in the archway, mouth agape. 

“Hi honey, how are you?” Jake emerged from behind him, crawling onto his Dad’s back. 

“Well right now, I’m happy that I said we should pick up Chipotle for Saturday dinner.” She motioned towards the chaos in front of her. “What is this?”

“It’s a fort!” Joey ran in from behind her, carrying his stuffed animals and disappearing into the depths of blankets.

“Okay… why have you built a fort in my kitchen?” She directed the question towards Ace but was hoping for an answer from anyone in the room at this point. 

“Because they’re crazy!” Noa shouted from where she had disappeared up the stairs, no doubt about to text her aunt about the chaos that was unfolding in her kitchen. 

"We have to protect ourselves from the monsters out there, honey. You're in the risk area right now, by the way." He looked behind him, and suddenly Joey emerged with a foam sword in hand. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Mama, run!” She scooted out of the way as both her twins started sprinting towards her, disappearing into the living room. 

“Please tell me our living room isn’t as chaotic as our kitchen.” 

“Noa made sure the boys did not touch it.” Ace slowly climbed his way off the floor, walking over to Nancy and placing a kiss on her lips. 

“Just the boys? Or you too?” She placed the bags of takeout in the only room left on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ace paused for a second, seemingly coming up with an answer. “I plead the fifth.”

“We have four kids and four adults coming over within the next hour, where are we all going to eat?” 

“We can eat in the living room, the kids will love it,” He went behind her, wrapping his around her neck and placing another kiss on her cheek. 

She leaned back into him, trying to suppress a smile. “I am not happy about this,” 

“Maybe I can…” 

“We’re here!” The two of them heard Bess sing from the entryway, the voices of Aspen, Astrid, and Aria running through the house to find their cousins carrying with it.

“We will finish this conversation later,” Nancy placed one last kiss on her husband’s lips, before pulling him out of their chaotic kitchen. 

#cw nancy drew #nancy drew #nancy drew oc #nancy drew fic #ace hardy #noa kate #future fic #nace #nace fic #nace week

[blu-joons]

When They Meet Your Family For The First Time ~ Blackpink Reaction

Jisoo:

A nervous smile formed on Jisoo’s face as the four of you sat down to lunch, with Jisoo opposite your dad, she certainly felt the pressure. Her heart was racing, determined to make sure that they liked her by the end.

Your dad’s eyes were on Jisoo, trying his best to intimidate her. “Don’t be scared,” he soon laughed though as she nervously took a sip from her drink, “we’re not the kind of parents that you need to be scared of meeting.”

“Honestly, I’m terrified,” Jisoo admitted to the two of them, looking between them and you. “Y/N has always told me such fantastic stories of you both, I really wanted to make sure that I live up to your expectations.

Your mum rested her hand over her heart, “you don’t need to worry about impressing us. You impress Y/N, and that really is the only thing that matters to the two of us, anything else is just a bonus.”

“You do impress me,” you smiled, nudging against Jisoo’s side gently, “I think I’ve probably told them enough about you to have already made up their minds before they came.”

“Y/N’s right,” your dad told Jisoo, “we’ve heard all about how kind and talented you are.”

“Trust me, Y/N’s never normally that nice to me.”

Jennie:

The moment that you opened the door to your parents, your mum rushed through the front door, immediately heading for Jennie. You found yourself pushed aside as your mum squeezed her tightly, greeting her warmly.

Even Jennie was a little taken aback, holding onto your mum once she had been able to steady herself. “It is so good to finally meet you in person,” your mum smiled across to Jennie as she stepped back from her.

“It’s lovely to meet you too,” Jennie laughed, turning her attention to your dad who apologised for how keen your mum was to greet her. “I’m so glad that you guys could finally make it across to visit us both.”

Your mum nodded in agreement with her, “Y/N’s told us so much about this place, but it’s just incredible. You guys have such a lovely home too, you can definitely tell that you’re a singer looking at this place.”

“I think this is our forever home,” Jennie proudly told both your parents, “I hope that you guys enjoy staying here whilst you visit, we’ve got the spare room all made up for you.”

“That’s so kind of you,” your mum noted, “are you sure you can have us for the week?”

“Of course, here is much better than a hotel.”

Rose:

Your smile was weak as you walked your parents to your front door, reluctantly hugging them both as you prepared to say goodbye. Even Rose was sorry to see them go as both of your parents gave her a tight hug.

Your mum especially had grown to be very fond of her. “It was lovely to meet you,” your mum told her, “hopefully we won’t leave it as long to see you next time, you’ll have to come to our next family party too.”

“I would love to,” Rose smiled back across at her, noticing your dad going to speak, only to quickly go quiet again. “Y/N always makes your family parties sound so cool,” Rose added, offering a smile across to you too.

Your dad stepped forward and Rose went quiet, “don’t feel pressured to meet the rest of the family so quickly. Y/M/N has a bit of a habit of getting excited and rushing things. Meet everyone at your own pace.”

“Thank you,” Rose sincerely told him, “if the rest of your family are anything like the two of you, then I’m sure that I’ll have a blast whenever I come to one of your parties.”

“You’ve not met my aunt,” you laughed, “we might have to disown her one day.”

“She’s a handful, let’s just leave it at that.”

Lisa:

You tentatively looked between your parents as Lisa excused herself for a few moments to answer a call from work. They both wore smiles, which relaxed you slightly, hoping that they were enjoying themselves with Lisa.

They could tell what you wanted to ask, without you even having to say anything. “We really like Lisa,” your dad told you as soon as the door shut, “she’s great, and it seems like the two of you get on well too.”

“You’re smiling, you know that that’s all that we want,” your mum added, resting her hand against your shoulder. “We know you’ve always said how lovely Lisa is, but it’s nice to see her in person for ourselves.”

Your head nodded back to her, “I knew you guys would like her. Lisa’s been so worried about making a good impression on you both, I know that she’ll be relieved to know that you guys are fans of hers.”

“Are you kidding?” Your mum chuckled, “we’re not just fans of hers, we’re really excited to welcome her into the family and get to know her even better than we already do.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smiled, “that’s all that I wanted to hear.”

“We approve, you don’t need to worry Y/N.”

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Masterlist

#blackpink #blackpink imagine #blackpink reaction #blackpink scenario #blackpink reactions #blackpink scenarios #jisoo imagine #jennie imagine #rose imagine #lisa imagine #jisoo #jennie #rose #lisa #blackpink drabble #blackpink one shot #blackpink fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[randomshenaniganery]

Xenophobia, homophobia, and government fear mongering in the Philippines

My mother was telling me to not go to this specific college because a lot of Muslims started to go to school there for engineering and it is her firm belief that they are all applying for engineering because they’re going to make more bombs.

Me and my aunt told her she was being racist she said not it’s true. I asked her where did she get this from and she replied with “homeland security” which is a fucking AMERICAN TV SHOW I slapped my forehead so hard my aunt looked like she lost all hope. 

we’re not even American we live in the Philippines and she’s being affected by the stupid propaganda and refuses to listen to reason because she’s catholic and therefore anyone with literally any religion besides her must be either stupid and ignorant or very evil.

I tried to explain to her that terrorists and Muslims were not the same thing and she just won’t fucking listen. 

This is the same shit as her telling me not to go to a different college because they force people to go naked and wear paper bags on their heads during freedom day or else they’ll get failed by their professors. Turns out that this was the result of propaganda against activism and since that specific college encourages students to exercise their right to have rallies they are a lot of dipshits spreading lies or contorting things to make it look wrong.

By the way the school is the University of the Philippines in Cebu if you hear wacky rumors about this place regarding the naked people with paper bags and very anti-activism remarks don’t fall for it, they’re most likely lies and made specifically for people to not go there because they don’t want people to disagree with them on political agendas.

Very recently during my ROTC for our National Service Training Program. The ROTC director said that she was against activism because of the New People’s Army. Now firstly the new people’s army are not activists they are terrorists those are two different things.

But because she used activism instead of terrorism she’s immediately attaching a bad rep to it and since this is a government funded college that has free tuition a lot of the students are not that well versed in English to know what activism actually means. And because they don’t know what activism means they’ll just immediately attach activism to a group of terrorists who have killed people and they’ll think that being an activist is a bad thing. 

This is how they do it, in college they indoctrinate you with misinformation and heavily biased views without showing the whole picture so that you get tunnel vision and you do exactly as they say. 

They do not want leaders that want people who will do what they want and think they way they want them to. 

I do not have the ability as of the moment to do a very in depth explanation of everything since they do not talk about this to me. I am surrounded by die hard catholics, my family is very involved in the church, they are not the kind of people i’d want to tell who i voted for because when i did my aunt immediately made fun of it.

A lot of my family has very unfortunately voted for Marcos I loathe my aunt for that and also my uncle. He voted for Marcos because he didn’t want Leni to make gay rights and abortion legal. My aunt is a fucking piece of shit of course she would vote for Marcos she had no problem beating me in school in her office its not a far cry for her to vote the son of a dictator who’s showering is thieving mother with presents as if she fucking deserves it. My grandfather had voted for duterte because he’s sexist, an idiot who claims not to be an idiot, and duterte’s marketing was very heavy to people like him.

Once while we were in a mall we passed by a stall where a muslim woman was selling clothes. My grandmother said “that’s what she gets for being Muslim” and it shocked me so hard and it was just so baffling because my grandmother also owned a small store that sold miscellaneous items. I didn’t say anything because I did not expect that from my grandmother, my mom? sure she’s stupid like yeah you can solve algebra and you’re quick at maths but you lack the ability to comprehend that just because there are bad people in a religion doesn’t mean EVERYONE with that religion is bad. 

A lot of why people especially those that come from the provinces are like this is because they don’t have a lot of access to unbiased news or an outside view of our country. I used to be like them until the moment I was allowed more freedom to the internet and I could see just how bad everything actually is now that no one is holding my hand and closing my eyes.

People are straight up denying what happened during the Martial Law because of how Marcos has started to represent himself online. The Martial Law wasn’t that long ago so many people are still fucking alive from that time and just a few years ago before Duterte and the entirety of his fuckery came we all knew that the martial law was a bad time and it hurt and killed so many Filipinos. 

By the heavens do not let people forget the past and ruin our future. Stop voting people who come from political families and control the country to benefit them. 

13 million idiots voted for Marcos and I’m not going to forgive or forget this. 

Also for Duterte and all of his stupid wars 

FUCK YOU

There’s more by the way. This shit doesn’t end. 

Regarding the abortion rights and reproductive health. Its no surprise that the Philippines is a backwards country. They really hammer down the why would you kill a baby it’s a gift from god thing really hard. 

They prefer abstinence over actually teaching the students how to not get pregnant, how to not get STDS and how their body works. Just because it’s called sex education doesn’t mean the teacher is going to only talk about how to do sex and why you should do it.

Just because abortion would be turned legal doesn’t mean EVERYONE is going to abort the baby. There is a stupid amount of teenage pregnancy because you refuse to teach them how to have sex safely and because you have no problem with ruining the lives of everyone concerned with the young teenager but you have a big problem with getting rid of a pack of cells. 

I’ve heard so many stories of how many women have had their lives ruined because they were forced to raise a child that young. There is a very tiny generational gap between the mothers and their children. They do not have the emotional maturity to be in charge of a baby of raising an entire person. A lot of them will lose their identity, their dreams and their opportunities because you’re so far up your ass you can’t even consider their choice on the matter. Never force someone to carry a baby because pregnancy is not all fun times and rainbows and neither are babies. 

I love kids but i understand how stressful it is to live with barely any sleep because of the crying, the feeding, and the cleaning. This doesn’t happen to rich people this always is a problem with those without the money to support themselves. 

The same thing with gay people we did not have homophobia before the Spaniards came in. In fact in the Filipino language there is no he/she/him/her there is literally only they/them/you the only time you find out someone’s gender is when it’s explicitly said so. According to a spaniard’s diary documenting their interactions with the Filipinos of that time there was a person who didn’t like women, dressed in woman’s clothes and did women’s tasks but lived alone and explicitly avoided physical contact and the guy was just like ‘HUH I wonder why that man was so weird.’ (this is from a translated book that we do not own I only get to see pictures of it from someone I see in twitter the only public copy near me is one in Sydney Australia).

They use the sodom and gammorah bit of the bible so hard hell it worked on me until I started to realize that this was all horseshit and I’m an asshole. 

One time I had to listen to a priest say that “oh loving a man is fine biologically but Spiritually that’s wrong don’t be gay because its not right god doesn’t want you to be gay” this is the same priest who says “There are so many condominiums are around why are there still homeless people?” and also every time in every fucking homily he mentions how “wives should never leave their husband no matter how hard they beat you because God put you in that marriage”

I hate that priest with all my fucking body his name is Father Ciano Ubod he has a Youtube channel most of the people who watch him are all women and the fact that he’s telling women to not leave their abusive husbands instead of saying HEY maybe you shouldn’t beat your spouse? Because you know hurting people is WRONG he tells them to suck it up and love them. 

You may be a priest but your views drag you to hell.

Now this priest isn’t all bad because the only thing I agree with him is that you shouldn’t beat your children but also its ironic hurting kids is wrong but leaving your husband who’s hurting you is also wrong. Fuck you father ciano I hope you choke on a sausage and realize god doesn’t give a shit about you.

In Summary: people raise children to have tunnel vision and use fear tactics to control how they see anyone who opposes their agenda, the church is a carcass that attracts flies and maggots to powerful positions and affect the daily lives of everyone who has the misfortune of listening to them, Marcos is someone who pretends like his father and mother didn’t steal Billions of money from the Philippine government while abusing the country and then escaping, anyone who voted for him are ignorant and mislead or are pieces of shit on fire.

#church #catholicism #christianity #is rife with corruption #Philippines #Filipino #bongbong marcos #is a piece of shit #ferdiand marcos #i think in Philippine history ferdinands are just always on the bad side I can't recall anyone good with that name in our history #I blame ferdinand magellan for finding us #xenophobia #im sorry muslims for having to deal with the bullshit of christians #pls reblog in case you have filipino followers who aren't aware #homophobia #so much more fun in the Philippines #no its fucking not #i haven't even mentioned how so many businesses are owned by chinese people and how china's fucking around with our sea #and how duterte bends over so xi jing ping can fuck him in the ass #metaphorically but with how much he dick rides china i wouldn't be surprised if it was true

[raayllum]

Rayllum and the Cube

Introduction

So I’ve written before about how Rayla is tied to Callum’s mage arc, my short hand for the particularly magically motivated or focused portion of one of his many arcs over the course of the first three seasons. But I thought it was high time I talked about a subset of this, perhaps, and how Rayla is connected to Callum’s cube — and to the Key of Aaravos in general. The following meta, then, was born out of two of my previous ones in particular:

How Rayla and Aaravos parallel each other and indeed their foils tag in general 

My Cube Hostage Exchange theory meta based upon where I think S4 could go following the end of Through the Moon (and additional broader tag)

I will be touching briefly on both of those metas, so if you haven’t read them, I highly recommend doing so before we proceed. Rayla’s connection to the Cube — and therefore Aaravos — was also influenced by past musings on how all three kids — as our three protagonists — have to be bound to our endgame big bad, Aaravos, in a personal way. 

Callum, obviously, has the Key of Aaravos, which as we’re going to talk about in a minute, is already symbolically or literally connected to much of his own personal development. It is also a tie to his father, so it’s already an emotional anchor of sorts. Ezran’s royal line is descended from the Orphan Queen, a ruler of Katolis mentioned at various cons over the years, who lived three centuries ago and who seems to have something to do with Aaravos (being given his cube, which the creators have confirmed, and possibly having a deeper connection as well). 

Well, what sort of connection does Rayla have? Like Aaravos, she’s an elf who’s seen as a traitor, she originally perpetuated the cycle, and the Moon and Stars are probably as closely aligned as Stars get to anything. They both have mirror motifs, narrative weight concerning lying, and have been Ghosted on small and much larger scales, respectively. That, and given Runaan knew what the mirror was, and Lain and Tiadrin seemingly staying behind to also try and ensure the mirror didn’t fall into the wrong hands... Rayla is already twisted in with Aaravos’ roots quite deeply. So I won’t be surprised, overall, if in the elven realm of things, Rayla is Aaravos’ antithesis — the way Ezran will be as a powerful ruler, and the way Callum will be as a mage. 

Then, there’s the fact that Rayla is the one who ruined Viren and Aaravos’ conquest of Zym and Zubeia by killing Viren. And TTM heavily implies, with a picture of Viren in the cocoon, that it’s merely the new form Aaravos has, and that he and Rayla are connected through a line of hate in the Moon portal between the realms of life and death.

Now, with all that out of the way, let’s dive into

Rayla and the Cube

Rayla and the cube are intertwined very early on in 1x04. Callum makes his first heartfelt speech and opens up to Rayla in a plea to get the cube, guided by a good feeling. And Rayla, in spite of having a bad feeling, agrees and goes to fetch it herself. When things go awry at the Banther Lodge, Callum gives up on his original quest, and just wants to get all three of them — particularly Rayla — safely out of the Lodge. Yet, in spite of the humans who want to kill her crawling all over the place, Rayla gets the Key anyway, and we hold on it and her for a moment. 

She is even so distracted by the cube that she doesn’t notice Aunt Amaya approaching to attack — and come closest, comparatively to any combatant — to killing her. Then, although hurt and bitter, Rayla still gives Callum the cube at the end of the episode with a very particular warning:

Her belief here implies that perhaps her taken aback reaction was that at finding something that wouldn’t be out of place in an elven’s child hand all the way in the human lands. And subsequently, that Rayla sees the cube as unimportant, precisely because of it’s connection to youth. (In spite of Runaan putting her down in a similar way a few episodes prior: “I see now that you’re still just a child.”)

Callum looks away dejectedly until he accidentally drops the cube, and it rolls over to his more stable, current source of magical power: the primal stone.

[Side note: 1x04 is one of the episodes that set me on my Cube Hostage Exchange theory the most where, after being captured by Claudia, Aaravos, and Viren in season four, Callum exchanges the cube for her life. Callum would be using the cube that Rayla risked her life now to save it, and would be putting everyone’s lives in danger yet again — but this time it would be worth it.] Moving on:

Rayla hasn’t changed her tune the next morning as Callum sees how the cube also glows with Bait, and then to see if it’ll do the same with Rayla.

Rayla and Callum agree that the cube is a glow toy, even if she’s much less excited about it. She’s also the one to first spot the cube’s Ocean rune glowing after their disastrous boat ride and much sweeter bonding scene, indicating another threat on the horizon. Given that Rayla hates the water, this works doubly for her.

We don’t really see the cube again until the s1 finale, when the group is walking up the Cursed Caldera, and Callum and Rayla have this exchange:

C: Huh! The higher we walk up this Caldera, the brighter the Moon rune glows. R: Here’s a theory. The higher we walk, the closer we are to the moon. C: I don’t know. Something seems different this time.

Callum is, of course, right. In reality, the Moon rune is glowing due to two main reasons: 1) they are surrounded by Lujanne’s magicked up illusions, and 2) they are on a steady path up to the Moon Nexus, where moon magic is concentrated the most in the world. But put a pin in Callum and connecting to the Moon arcanum, because we’ll come back to this later.

But just like before, the Cube is warning them of something terrible to come. Lujanne is not the miracle healer they desperately need to solve either of their problems, even if Zym is still safely, miraculously, hatched. 

The more ‘negative’ associations with the cube continues into season two, where it is emblematic of Callum’s lack of a magical connection. He strokes the Moon rune first, acknowledging what he’ll never have, according to Lujanne. Then he touches the Sky rune, mourning what he’s lost.

In fact, in many ways, the cube doesn’t have an outright helpful or ‘positive’ connotation until Harrow’s letter all the way into 2x06, where Harrow explains

Finally, you must be wondering about the secret I promised to share. Well, good news. The secret is hidden in the Banther Lodge, right where you are right now. How’s that for planning? Right now, go upstairs to the game room. There I have hidden an unusual cube with rune symbols on each side. This cube is an ancient relic that has been passed down through the ages. It belonged to an elven wizard in Xadia, the Archmage Aaravos, a master of all six primal sources. It is hidden in a box of keys because it is known as the Key of Aaravos, and legends say it unlocks something of great power in Xadia. Perhaps it will be you, Callum, who discovers the key’s secrets.

So, at long last, we finally have something undeniably positive about the cube. It was Harrow’s secret parting gift to Callum, something magical and mystical he could focus on, likely as a distraction in his grief. And it works, as Callum is curious about the Cube in the following episode.

After all, the biggest piece of information he can parse out at this time is that it is

A Magical Key

Following 2x06, Callum is up late worrying over his lack of access to magic as their adventure will likely grow more dangerous, but he’s also deeply intrigued by the largest piece of information Harrow arguably gave: 

Then, like most other scenes with the cube, Rayla steadily reminds us of her presence as she joins him. She then offers aid, hears out all his concerns, and then comforts him enough so that he can go back to sleep. The Key isn’t warning them of some danger, or reminding Callum (quite) of what he doesn’t have (yet). I also find it interesting that Rayla refers to it specifically as a game, and Callum dismisses it. A similar exchange that two other characters will have in just another episode:

That said, the other noteworthy key referred to in the series concerns

Rayla’s home

Remember how I said much earlier in this post that Aaravos and Rayla have parallels with being Ghosted? Well, if the cube is the Key to Aaravos’ prison or power, that would be another parallel to how Rayla is able to access her home (if not without a price in 3x03). 

Rayla is a Moonshadow elf who knows what she’s guiding Callum, a human mage from Katolis, to and how to guide him past the illusion that hides her home. Runaan is a Moonshadow elf able to see past the illusion of the mirror, and knows - seemingly precisely - what is inside it: “You have indeed found something worse than death.”

Viren, likewise, must use dark magic to see through the illusion cloaked over his mirror, and allow Aaravos to modify his body further in order to be seen and heard. Similarly to how, thanks to the Ghosting, Rayla cannot be heard or seen except in a reflection’s surface. And we all know the Moonshadow elf binding ritual is similar to its own form of physical and emotional imprisonment as well:

Moonshadow keys and secrets

Moonshadow elves love secrets. Illusions, hiding themselves away, hiding their true intentions or emotions behind masks. This relates to the likelihood of Aaravos’ imprisonment being inherently related to Moon Magic (the reflection, the hidden, the associations with death). It also relates to the way Moonshadow elves have a tendency to 1) buy into lies instead of examining further and 2) tend to lie to themselves/others. 

This can be seen in the three canon Ghostings we have; Rayla and her village, including her parents’ best friends, never saw a reason to investigate further into how the egg was stolen, and assumed her parents ran away and punished them ‘accordingly.’ The same fate befalls Rayla, but she is so ingrained with that perspective that she sees no choice but to repeat history in 3x08, rather than question 1) what actually happened there or 2) acknowledge that even if her parents did run, it doesn’t mean she has to stay behind and die. 

Viren buys into the Lie of History which is a Narrative of Strength. So does Aaravos, even if he claims to “Never lie,” whereas Rayla is painfully aware of the lies she has told and continues to tell. 

The Moon Henge is a key to another realm. Phoe-Phoe’s Moon phoenix feather is the key to getting out of there alive. Callum unlocks the Sky Arcanum and refuses the Chains of Fate that Harrow is bound in. Callum smashing the primal storm to Free it so it can reduce harm and hatch Zym from the egg that was slowly becoming his tomb. Callum seeing through the majority of her lies and breaking so many Rayla’s cycles, symbolized most explicitly in breaking the circular pendant from Ethari.

Speaking of which, let’s talk:

Callum connecting to the moon arcanum

I don’t think it’s any secret (lmao) that the Moon Arcanum is the next likeliest one Callum will connect to.

This matters because, as we’ve gone over, Aaravos’ imprisonment has the most in common with what we’ve seen of Moon Magic so far. Moon magic itself also has positive and negative associations, seen most notably in Callum’s Spellbook: 

Illusion, Love, Charm, Private, Deep, Secrets, Manipulation, Death, Reflection, Appearances, Duality

It’s also the only primal source Callum puts love under. Callum has tried to exchange himself for loved ones before. He has also exchanged objects, even ones that meant a lot to him (the primal stone, the pendant), for the good of his loved ones.  Callum unlocking the Moon arcanum then, due to his love for Rayla, is not out of the realm of possibility. Nor is the possibility of Callum giving up the Key to save Rayla’s life if she’s been taken hostage, as he’s engaged in similar risky behaviours before (1x04, 2x04, 2x07, 3x08, TTM).

Rayla and the Key run in parallel to influencing and aiding Callum’s magical arc; it’s not a stretch that one, or both, will influence and aid him in connecting to the Moon arcanum as his next form of magic.

Last but not least, we have to examine 

The Concept of Exchange

The concept of exchange is something I’ve talked about before, briefly, for TDP. In some ways, it’s the conceptual backbone of the series’ struggle and magic system. The Cycle is an continual exchanging of violence, insisting upon an eye for an eye methodology of striking back with equal might, if not more fiercely. Dark Magic also resides on a principle of exchange, with the essence of magical creatures or people, or indeed their entire lives, for the ability to perform powerful magic. Harrow railed against Viren for this very concept, before Claudia directly performed it in 3x09.

 Primal magic is set apart from this, as it exists without a need for exchange - it, largely, gives to the user, instead of taking from them and the world around them. However, even the heroes rely on the principle of exchange for some of their more heroic ideals, i.e. the Dragon Prince for the hope of world peace, which sets them on their quest to bring Zym home. 

Thus, just as the Key of Aaravos has multiple associations — an unnecessary risk, a hope, a children’s toy, a father’s last gift, a warning of danger, a connection to a person whose worse than death — so too does the concept of exchange. We have seen Exchange be accordingly muddled. A ‘monster’s heart to save hundreds that isn’t as easy it seems; three mothers for said heart; Claudia’s restoration of her brother and revival of her father, the latter framed as horrifying and the former as the first step on the road to hell (paved with good intentions). 

Rayla also understands the idea of exchange. Initially, she fully buys into it, believing in the murder of the king and his son in exchange for the murder of Avizandum and the believed murder of the Dragon Prince. Then she’s willing to risk herself for the boys and lose her hand in exchange for saving Ezran’s life. This is amplified in 3x09 when she’s willing to give her life in order to save Zym and kill Viren.

Last but not least, in Aaravos’ words:

Thus far, we haven’t seen him set up a Test of Love, but I’ll be keeping my eye on it.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Key of Aaravos evolves in meaning many times over the course of the first three seasons. The main consistency it has is its connection to Harrow and Callum while Rayla continues to parallel Aaravos. Rayla also has a unique connection to the cube through her evolving relationship with Callum. The above is evidence for one theory of how all those elements could continue to play out moving forward into season four (and beyond).

#rayla #tdp rayla #rayllum #tdp theory #tdp meta #tdp #the dragon prince #aaravos #wouldn't you want to tell it kinder if you could #not at home with the dead or the living #parallels #analysis #analysis series #cube hostage exchange theory #this feels long and vaguely incoherent but here take it #devil and the lovers #moon arcanum theory #the key of aaravos

[mindyabusines]

has anybody made the same connection i have between The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird and the Amy & The Doctor seasons? i mean hear me out:

“When I was a girl i fell into your arms” I mean seriously

“You went to the dogs and I lived by my charms. I danced for my dinners, spread kisses like honey” C’mon this line screams Amy! When the Doctor shows back up 12 years later, she’s a kissagram with a boyfriend. Everybody in the town knows her and calls her “dear”. And also reminds me of the scene in The Eleventh Hour where The Doctor says “you were a little girl 5 minutes ago!” and she says “you’re worse than my aunt!”

“We sang for our suppers, we drank up our money” Now this is not only quintessential traveling with the doctor vibes but also season 5 when they’re travelling just the two of them. They do so many things with happy endings and they have so much fun together!

“Cause I am the one who looks out when you’re leaping.” Okay so The Beast Below is next. Even though she doesn’t remember it, she looks out for him when she tries to avoid him finding out the truth about the Star Whale because she knows it will lead to him making an impossible choice. she shouldn’t have kept it from him, i get that, but still she did it because she wanted to look out for him.

“I am the one who knows how you were brave” The Beast Below as well because I think Amy shows a great understanding of what motivates The Doctor when dealing with the Star Whale. She knows how difficult it must be and how it’s made him kind.

“It’s sooner than later that I’m six feet under. It’s sooner than later that you’ll be alone.” It was definitely surprising that Amy and Rory’s farewell was right after The Power of Three, it caught us off guard just like it caught them off guard which i think was the purpose. And now The Doctor has gone from travelling with 2 people to none in an instant

“So who will you turn to tomorrow, i wonder? Cause when the bell rings, lover, you’re on your own” Now we’re in Post- The Angels Take Manhattan. Amy and Rory are building a life in the past and i’d imagine Amy wondering who’s with him now that his best friends are gone. Nobody could take their place but who’s keeping him company?

“I am the one who you let see you weeping. I know the soul that you struggle to save.” I think Amy and Rory would both know well by this point how much the past weighs on The Doctor and how much he struggles to still be a healer and someone who helps people. And what do you do with all that knowledge now that the other half of the equation is gone?

“I’ll take that and more when I go to my grave.” Now this I imagine being applied to all 3 of them. The Doctor knows even more about them than they do and now when he regenerates or eventually dies, he’ll still remember them. “I carry them with me. So even though they’re gone from the world, they’re never gone from me.”

#let me know if you think i’m onto something! #doctor who #eleventh doctor #the eleventh hour #amelia pond #amy pond #rory williams #my song to character projections

[yourimagines]

Darkness p.9

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff and sadness

Y/n POV

Nate won and lost a few fights, my aunt started to like him and he was looking at a few houses to buy us one. “Okay, what about this one?” He showed me a few pictures. “That’s a cute house.” “Really?” I nodded as he was flipping through the pictures. “You like this one?” “Yeah, do you?” “I like everything if you like it.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Come on Nate, do you like it or not.” He nods. “Yeah its okay.” “Okay is not good enough.” “But you like it, like I said I don’t care as long you like it.” I sighed. “Okay, whatever.” Nate groans and placed his phone down. “Now you’re mad at me.” “I’m not mad, I don’t want to choose the house you’re going to buy, I don’t feel comfortable with that.” He grabbed my hands. “Baby it’s our house, I want you to be comfortable with it, being with me, living alone is a house..” he joked. “Now you’re making it creepy.” We both laughed and he pulls me close. “Just let me do this, just tell me if you want that house, I’ll buy it.” I looked up and smiled. “I do like that house.” “Then we’re done searching.” He stands up. “Imma call them, be right back.” And with that he disappeared. ‘Oh god, we’re moving in together…. But aren’t we moving a bit to fast?’

Nate bought that house, Nina was over the moon but I was a bit scared. ‘What if he’s not the person he says he is, what if he’s an abuser.’ Weird thoughts were lingering in my head. “Babe we can move in next week if you want.” Nate was searching his charger. “I still need to talk about this with my family.” “Yeah no problem right, we have time.” He found his charger and walked back over to me. “You okay?” I nodded. “Yes, bit tired.” “Then take a nap, I’m here so nothing to be afraid of.” ‘That’s the problem…’ I smiled and stood up. “No I think I go back and talk to my family about this.” He nods. “Yeah okay, I see you tomorrow then.” “Yes tomorrow.” He smiled and kissed my head. “Okay take care baby..” “I will.”

I was sitting at the kitchen table, I just dropped the bomb. My aunt was pissed, my uncle I don’t know he was sitting there emotionless. “No, no you are not moving in with him.” “But you said..” “No!” She slammed her first on the table, causing me the flinch. “I said I can’t stop you from having an fling but you are not moving in with him, you both are to young.” I looked at my uncle, he shook his head in disappointment. “But..” “No buts, I don’t want to hear it, No is no. I tell you one even better than that. I forbid you to talk to him. It’s over with this crap!” I looked down at my hands, lip trembling. “This is not fair mom would never....” “you know what’s not fair! Me losing my sister because she was to deep in love with your father. You are not going to make the same mistake.” She was crying at this point, my uncle reached out to her. “Go to your room and think what you did..” I stood up and left to my room. I closed my door and broke down, sliding slowly to the ground. ‘Why me!’

—— few hours later——

I saw my aunt leaving the house, walking to the Diaz family. ‘Yeah, there goes everything.’ My uncle came to me to say I’m moving back, going to my older brother. I cried and begged him to let me stay. He only said sorry and left me alone in my room. ‘I’m not going back, no offence to my brother but I need to figure this all out on my own.’ I grabbed my laptop and messaged my older brother Tyler. Saying we need to talk. He replied and called me.

“Hey little sis.” Tyler’s face popped up.

“Hey.” I said sadly.

“I know, auntie called me, what happened.”

“I’m in love with a mma fighter, I sneaked around, he’s getting better and better, bought a house for us to be together, told auntie about it and now is everything ruined.” Tears were falling again.

“You love him?”

“Yeah but it’s so complicated because of mom and I’m not okay mentally and is so difficult…” I hide my face as I sob into my hands.

“Hey, it’s okay… you don’t have to hide from me, I know you’re ugly when you cry.” I chuckled and wiped away my tears.

“I have a feeling you don’t want to come back…. And I’m not surprised that auntie lied to me…” he rubbed his face.

“She lied?”

“Yes but that’s for another time, let’s focus on you now.” He smiled at the screen.

“Is he nice to you, does he you know respect you…?”

“Yes, of course we are young, he’s 2 years older than me and he just started to make money but he’s kind, so are his parents, sister and his older brother..” he nods.

“He’s famous?”

“Yeah he just got his debut in the ufc.”

“What’s his name.”

“Nate Diaz.” I heard him typing on the computer.

“Wait a min okay…” I nodded and saw him walking away from the computer.

‘He’s not okay with it, shit.’

“Look at this person, what do you say.” Tyler walked back with his girlfriend, she smiles at me.

“Hi y/n, okay this person…Uhh he looks nice, why?” “Does he look friendly to you, like would you trust him.” She looked weirdly at him and then backs at me. “He’s her boyfriend isn’t he?” Tyler sighs. “Answer the question.” “Yes he looks alright to me, why?” “Okay thank you, bye.” Tyler pushed her away. “Y/n he’s cute keep him!” I heard her yelling in the background. I giggled and waiter for Tyler to come back.

“Sorry for her, she’s nuts.” He says as he sits back again.

“No I like her, she’s cool.” He smiles at the compliment I just gave her.

“Well I think he looks cool, she thinks he’s trustworthy but what do you think…what do you feel when your with him.” I started to think deeply about that question. ‘What do I feel when I’m with him.’

“I feel… safe, myself, loved, crazy, that I feel seen..” Tyler nodded.

“Then there is your answer, yes it might be scary but if I hear this I think it’s all good but of course I want to meet him In person as well because I’m your big brother, it’s my job.” I smiled at him.

“Yeah he’s nice to me, thank you Tyler.”

“No problem, just one thing of advice. Be honest with him as well. I think you haven’t talk to him about our mom, maybe it’s time to tell.” I nodded

“Yeah, I’ll let you know but for now I’m not coming back.”

“I know, take care little sis.”

“Thank you, you too, bye.”

“Bye.”

He hang up on me, I closed my laptop and stood up. I quickly looked out of the window, my aunt just walked back as Nick closed the door, causing a glimpse of me looking at him. ‘I need to talk to Nate before everything is ruined.’ I heard the front door closing and footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly jumped in bed and covered myself with my blanket. A soft knock was heard and the door openend. “Darling, I’m making soup, you want sum as well.” I lowered my voice in a sad one. “No thank you.” “Okay honey, just let me know if you need something.” I nodded with my head and she closed the door, I waited till I heard her walking down the stairs. I threw the blanket to the side and walked to my closet. I made a fake person in bed with pillows and an old hoodie. I grabbed my bag, with my laptop and my medication in it. I carefully opened the window, it was now dark outside. I carefully crawled out of my window and closed it shut. I slowly made my way down and ducked down. Slowly making my way to the Diaz house. What I didn’t know was that Nate was watching me from his bedroom window. I made it to the front door and the door opened. It was Nate, red eyes were looking at me. “Can I come in before they see me here.” He nods and lets me pass. Everyone was sitting in the living room looking at us. “Hi.” I said awkwardly. “Let’s go to my room.” He says and I followed him upstairs

We entered his room and closed his door. “I’m sorry.” “You’re leaving huh.” “What no I’m not leaving Nate, that why I’m here. She crazy!” I slightly raised my voice. He sits down with a huff. “I don’t understand this anymore what the fuck happening.” I sighed and sat down next to him. “She’s afraid that I die because of you.” “What?!” He raised his eyebrows, totally shocked. “Why? I don’t hit woman, neither does my brother..” “I know but she thinks you’re just like my dad…” I looked down at my hands, my heart feeling heavy. “You don’t need to tell me, it would make things easier but I don’t want to pressure you or something.” I nodded and looked up at him. “My mom died earlier this year in a car crash. The whole family is blaming my dad because he survived and they found marihuana in his system, the police report says it was an accident but my family thinks otherwise, they sued him and he lost custody over us, his children.” Nate was quiet, fiddling with his hands. “Worst part is, he lost everything. His job as a mma trainer, his house, his family, his wife. He wasn’t an drug addict or whatever they say, my mom used to smoke now and then, he rarely did those things you know. It was just an accident…” a sob escaped and I hide my face in my hands. Nate pulled me close to him. “It’s not fair Nate, it was just an accident.” He was rubbing my back as I cried into his chest, holding him for dear life. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He rocked us gently from side to side while caressing my back. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” He kissed my head. “I don’t wanna leave..” “you don’t have to, we still have that house tho.” I looked up. “You still want that?” “Of course baby, I know we’re young and it’s maybe not the best idea but why the hell not, who cares.” I smiled as he gently wiped away my tears. “My brother Tyler wants to meet you, his girlfriend thinks you’re cute.” He chuckles and shook his head. “I’m not cute…” I sat up and placed my hands on his face. “I disagree with you, you do look cute, so comfy.” He starts to blush and mumbled something under his breath. My stomach started to rumble. “Are you hungry?” “A little bit, haven’t eaten anything yet.” He nods and pulls us from the bed. “Let’s get you some food.” I hesitated and he saw it. “Don’t worry about them, they won’t pry about this.” I slowly nodded and followed him closely behind.

We walked both into the kitchen, his mother was preparing dinner. “Mom, can y/n eat with us today? I know it’s a bit late but…” “of course she can, you like pasta?” She smiled friendly at me. “Yes I do, thank you.” “No need to thank me, it will be done in 30 minutes or so.” Nate nodded and grabbed two drinks for us. “Let’s sit down with the rest.” We both sat down on the sofa in the living room. Nick was looking at me, his face cold as stone, Nina on the other hand just gave me an friendly smile. “I have a date.” Nina says, Nicks head turned quickly to her. “Who?!” She giggles and gave a look. “No, really?” I already knew who she was talking about. She nods with a huge grin on her face. “When?” “I tell you everything in private.” She shoot a glare to Nick. “No you’re not going.” “Hell I am, you guys date so why can’t I.” “You’re a girl, so no.” “Nick please don’t be mean to you’re sister.” His father interrupted. He groaned and shook his head at Nina. “I still don’t agree..”

After dinner I went back to my family’s house, carefully entering my bedroom. ‘Nothing changed that’s good.’ I threw the clothes back in my closet and opened my door, walking downstairs. My aunt saw me and stood up. “You’re hungry honey?” I shook my head. “No, I just thirsty.” “Come, I have some soup for you.” ‘No, No thank you.’ I gave her a small smile and sat down. “I’ll warm it up for you, did you sleep well?” I nodded. “Yeah I needed it.” She hums and moved around the kitchen. “I booked your flight for tomorrow morning, Tyler is happy to see you again.” ‘Yeah I doubt that.’ “What time?” “Early, we have to leave at 7, so you land at an decent time.” She turned around and gave me a bowl with soup. “Thanks.” She smiles and joins me, sitting in front of me. “I know you hate me right now but you will be thankful one day. It’s difficult to see the truth when you’re in love but it’s not healthy.” She gave me an apologising smile. “I know, I don’t hate you.” ‘Well I don’t hate you but I’m very angry and disappointed in you auntie.’ “Good, Tyler will take good care of you, he’s also trying to get Thomas to move in with him.” ‘That’s actually nice of him, bringing the siblings back together…’ “yeah he misses us.” She reached out to my hand. “He does darling, he does miss you guys.”

#ufc x reader #ufc imagine #ufc imagines #mma imagine #mma x reader #nate diaz x reader #nate diaz imagine #nate x reader #y/n imagines #reader x character #x you #y/n x character #x y/n #imagine #imagines #x reader #x you angst #angst imagine #fluff x reader #fluff and angst

[paragonrobits]

Hey it’s been a while since i gave any kind of update so here’s my current situation!

The whole thing with my aunt fell through, though it wasn’t anything on our part and we were getting along just fine (also i randomly ran into my mom’s sister, whose my only aunt on her side of the family, which was nice!); the long and short of what happened is that my dad never actually looked into checking if we COULD live there or not, and the management was extremely strict on how long people were allowed to visit, and just moving people in was not allowed at all.

My dad was constantly being asked by my aunt to provide important stuff; for instance, documentation that needed to be handed in IMMEDIATELY for them to even begin the paperwork to CONSIDER me being allowed to be there or not. He kept talking about how he would definitely give it, and then he would just... not do that. He kept flaking on literally everything. The one time he DID follow up on his promises, he gave her a letter specifying how much i make in social security, and it was out of date by OVER TEN YEARS.

(Needless to say, they did not take it.)

Complications kept piling up, one after another. We weren’t allowed to be outside at ALL before management went home at afternoon. We had to keep the windows shut at all times to prevent anyone from seeing us. We couldn’t play our computers after 5:00 because then the neighbors would apparently hear it and complain to management. There was a super-nosy neighbor who was constantly snitching on everyone to management for no reason... it just went on. The entire time my dad refused to listen to me when i kept telling him how serious it was getting, insisting that my aunt was delusional and making it up. At one point management came down and gave her a warning, and said they were going to install cameras so they could see anyone who was breaking their rules.

(Fuckin’ landlords, I tell you.)

So eventually my dad just picked us up and moved us back into his place, and further more, had the idea to renovate the garage, or a part of it, into a section for us to live. We’re still working on that, but at least i have a place to put up my gaming computer so i can play it now and use it for things that demand more high power. He’s picked up most of the stuff from my aunt’s, except my desk, which he forget. (Despite it being a huge desk.)

So now we’re in the garage. I’m still living in the living room, more or less, which has unofficially become my space, and my dad keeps presurring me to just move out full time into the garage and won’t listen to me when i tell him that i CAN’T because my cat doesn’t like being out there, and i can’t have her in there at the same time as the air mattress my brother is using, because she WILL pop it just walking on it.

HE says “well don’t let her do that” while his dogs are constantly urinating on the floor and no matter how much everyone is complaining about the dogs doing that, they’re also not making any effort to train them to stop it besides telling them to go outside.

But all things considered, this is still a massive improvement. There are still problems, of course; my dad is still having me pay 500 a month to him and that represents more than half of my income from SSI, as I think I’ve mentioned before. Furthermore, we’re not allowed to eat food from his fridge at all (though seasonings seem okay?) and have to buy all our own food. Good news is, they got us a fridge to use. The bad news is, he expects me to feed two people on less than 160$ a month and, as usual, just thinks its fine for me to live indefinitely in a situation he wouldn’t tolerate for even a day.

Still, its pretty tolerable, all things considered; i am considering doing more frequent but shorter comms for 15$ or 30$ at a time which would make things much easier and allow me to buy more food instead of having to wait for my brother to hopefully get a job (he’s looking, but that can take a while)

on the plus side, my brother was given a higher quality laptop, and gave me his old one. It is indeed old, incapable of running games other than ALpha Centauri or DOS era games, but it DOES make an absolutely fantastic writing computer, which is what I’m now using it for. Since its portable, i can just park it in the living room while I’m allowed to be in there and do my writing, and do game stuff later in the day on my old desktop, which permits a decent schedule.

so far i’ve come to a few conclusions:

1. a lot of this would have been avoided if my dad had bothered asking anyone if what he intended to do was actually allowed, and more importantly, that he apparently operates on the principle of “everything will work out fine because i want it to’

2. my oldest step-brother is undoubtedly my dad’s favorite and i’ve already cracked a mildly bitter joke about him actually being the son my dad always wanted (because he’s into military stuff, got married and has a kid), and I’m certain about this because in the relatively short time he’s been here at some point after I moved out into my sister’s, they completely reordered the house to suit his needs. They cleared out a room and converted it into a child’s bedroom, they got rid of the dining table and made the area it was in into a living room for his use, they fixed the air conditioning when the whole time me and my brother were here they ignored how hot that room got and insisted there was nothing they could do...

honestly its really grating that he was entirely willing to dump me and my brother at a homeless shelter until his sister bullied him into NOT doing that, but if that step-brother I mentioned has the slightest inconvenience he can’t trip over himself fast enough to fix it but at this point i’ m just too exhausted to care that much.

#personal #johnny stuff #queued

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“What am I looking at, Wanda? I saw the construction crews, but they just said it was classified. You can’t be living in this place, it’s tiny for you, Hunter and a baby.”

Roman stared at the smaller building that had gone in down the street from the Bellamy house. He had always thought that the Bellamy family owned the empty land around their house, but it could have easily been something that Hunter had taken in the settlement of the estate. Roman wasn’t about to fight his aunt and uncle for a lot of empty sand. Wanda and Hunter were Bellamys, so they had every right to the lot; Roman just wished that he’d gotten a peek at the plans before the building had started.

“You’re looking at the Bellamy Mausoleum,” Wanda declared, admiring the results of the completed project. “The church yard is practically full as it is, and we’re one of the founding families of Arkhelios. We deserve a place as great as we are to remember our loved ones.”

Roman stared at the sleek, modern building, comparing it to the plain houses that bordered it.

“It sticks out on the street,” he pointed out. “It doesn’t look anything like the buildings around here. It’s too fancy.”

“We deserve to look fancy,’ Wanda chided her nephew. “Your grandparents helped found the town. Your grandmother’s family is famous, or so I’m told. I’m the first president in Arkhelios history, and you’re marrying into another founding family. We deserve this. Don’t you want something beautiful for Theo to come visit when you pass on? For your titled daughters to see you rest in a place as serene as Adrian’s burial chamber?”

“I haven’t really thought about where I’d be buried,” Roman admitted, still looking aghast at the thought of his children visiting his tomb. He spent enough time avoiding death to have not seriously thought about where he’d eventually be laid to rest. Apparently Wanda had though.

“We’ve lost so many people,” she continued. “I want you to have a place to come visit with your father, or remember your grandmother that reflects the kind of family we are.”

“I never visited him when he was alive, I don’t know why I’d start now,” Roman muttered while Wanda threw open the door and gestured him inside.

The inside of the grandiose mausoleum was just as extravagant as the outside. It wouldn’t be a Bellamy family tomb without eerie horned skulls mounted on the walls, or what he sincerely hoped were carved skeletons standing guard around ornate urns.The first urn he saw upon entering the room had his grandmother’s portrait hanging behind it. He hadn’t been prepared to see her familiar tight smile again, even though it was just a portrait. Her still features were locked within the ink on the paper, haunting him with their familiarity. If he hadn’t been completely certain that she’d died, Roman might have been convinced that she were still alive somewhere, using her considerable skills to toy with his mind. Though, it was also just as likely that she’d taken ghostly possession of her portrait, and was watching him now on another plane of existence, still hoping to lead him into the plans she’d made for him.

Roman shuddered, averting his gaze from the image. He’d liked it much better when his family’s urns were still interned at the churchyard.

To his surprise, off in the far corner was a portrait of his mother, hovering over a badly damaged skull that he was really hoping was just decorative.

“Wanda, did you put this here?” he asked, gesturing to the portrait with clear apprehension. “My mom’s not dead. At least I think she isn’t anyway. And, uh, the skull? Where did you find that?”

Wanda laughed, and gave Roman a quick, reassuring pat on the back.

“I’ve put all of her more dangerous items in the safe over there,” she replied. “It’s probably for the best that those are kept somewhere locked up, away from Theo’s curious eyes.”

“Hmmm.” While Roman agreed that most of his mother’s secrets needed to be guarded, he had his doubts about a few locked doors and a simple safe being enough to prevent his son from getting himself into trouble.

“That skull we found in the aftermath of the Incident a few years ago,” Wanda continued. “I’m pretty sure it was Abraham’s, since your mother did go on at length about how she continued to torment him after he died. We looked for your grandfather’s body when things had settled, but we figured that if it had been his skull, it would have been easier to identify.”

“Because it would have horns since he was in his dark form,” Roman said, earning a nod from the witch. “If this really is Abraham’s skull, why would you put it here? Don’t you think Elaine would want to return it to his grave? My grandparents killed him, probably with help from my mother; I doubt that the Helios family would want a piece of their founder held captive with our family.”

“Well, Abe is marrying into the family,” Wanda pointed out weakly, and when Roman gave her a dubious look, she sighed. “Okay, okay. One, I really don’t think that Elaine cares about her father’s remains, so long as he’s dead and away from the estate. Two, I couldn’t move it, even if I wanted to. That thing has been glued to that safe the instant I dumped your mom’s stuff in it. I only put the skull on it for an minute while I brought in something else. Now the damn thing won’t move, so I won’t tell Elaine about it if you won’t. I mean, she’s welcome to come try to move it herself, but I really don’t need her angry at me for no good reason.”

Roman thought about Elaine’s reaction to anything related to her father, and found himself agreeing with Wanda. Elaine really wouldn’t care that a piece of her father was being held hostage in a Bellamy crypt, so long as he was dead. She was Lucy’s mother though, and both Helios women loved picking fights about things they didn’t care about, so long as they got to argue with someone.

“I guess that makes sense,” he reasoned. “These skeletons though- tell me that they’re not someone I’ve met before. This place is seriously creepy, Wanda.”

Wanda shrugged, and ran her finger down the pane of glass that enclosed the closest skeleton standing guard.

“I suppose they are a bit much,” she admitted. “I got them in a store in Strangetown. I was told that they weren’t real skeletons, just statues carved and enchanted to guard something important. They were a bit of an indulgence, but they were on sale and doesn’t our family deserve to be protected once we pass on? Your own son practices blood magic, and having any remains of a blood relative of his be taken by an enemy could be deadly. All I’m doing is keeping Theo and the rest of us safe.”

Roman stared at the woman he’d apparently misjudged. Obviously, Wanda had been putting in more of an effort lately to study magic. She was apparently going to foreign magical stores, and making great plans for the Bellamy family’s afterlives, and using Roman’s own son to justify herself. He wanted more than anything to call out her hypocrisy about locking down the Bellamy family remains, while considering it an inconvenience that she was essentially hiding the Helios founder’s mutilated remains, but he didn’t see the point. Wanda was beaming with pride about this monument she’d built to the Bellamy family’s legacy. There was no way to convince her to demolish it, but maybe if he kept a closer eye on the family funds, he could prevent another one of these monstrosities from being constructed.

If his possibly alive mother had been granted a place in this mausoleum, then surely his confirmed dead father had been laid to rest here as well. He only had to wander down the hall to see a row of familiar faces staring at him from their place on the wall. His father and uncles had their portraits on the wall, looming over stands that held a vase of flowers for those family members still alive, and the brand new urn Roman had been forced to pick out under his father’s picture. It was macabre to stare at the pictures of his living aunt and uncles in this place that was so clearly marked by death. Deep in the back of his mind, Roman wondered if he and Abe had already been assigned a slot down another hallway. That was a thought that he didn’t intend to dwell on, and would try to avoid bringing up to the proud designer of this place.

Maybe it was normal to commission a place like this. It was probably a good place to grieve, and remember those lost. People like Wbuna or Rosemary might find it comforting to sit with their husband’s remains and remember him, while Wanda hadn’t been wrong when she pointed out that Theo may need a place like this to gather strength or protect himself from his enemies. It was just a lot to process for Roman, and the reminder of everyone he’d lost all in the same place was enough to make him feel haunted. It was the only place in the world that he’d ever see his parents’ portraits within a hundred meters of each other. Standing in the hallway between the two chambers was like having a family reunion with all those he’d lost, most of whom he’d be happier never seeing again in this lifetime. The very ground he stood on felt cursed by his memories. The weight of all he’d lost pressed against him, urging him away from this place. It was sacred here, but sacred to something dark and tortured, something more like the eerie illustrations he’d seen while flipping through Theo’s curriculum than anything light or holy. He never wanted to step foot in this place again.

Roman stared at the flat image of his father’s face that hid behind the massive urn he’d been urged to buy. He felt only emptiness and repressed anger looking at it, though those were the same feelings he’d felt spending any time with his father while Omar had been alive. Like Kamalani, Omar was just gone. Here one day, murdered the next. No one really even cared to find the person who had murdered him; Omar was just that forgettable.

“Hey, Dad.”

It felt appropriate to say something in memory of his father, but Roman was at a loss for words. “I miss you” or “I love you” felt dishonest considering their turbulent past, and “I’ll try to visit more often” was undeniably a lie.

“I wish you weren’t dead. And that you were a better father.”

It was better to keep things simple and honest. Roman didn’t have a lot of experience talking to urns. He hadn’t seen Adrian since the day he’d been interred and didn’t have any immediate plans to change that. Adrian showed up frequently enough in his nightmares, and always replied to everything Roman said during those encounters. Staring at an expensive urn didn’t do anything to fill the void in his heart where Adrian, Omar and Malika had once been. Nothing did.

Roman shot a quick glance over his shoulder to see what Wanda was up to. She looked busy inspecting the newly installed flooring to see if it had truly been worth the price she’d paid for it.

“I promised Abe that I’d run to the store,” he lied, speeding as fast as he could to the door that would grant him some reprieve from the ghosts of his past. “This all looks great, Wanda. Really great.”

Once he’d crossed the threshold of the main entrance, Roman pressed himself against the sun warmed stone wall and tried to breathe. This building was a good thing, or so he tried to remind himself. Wanda was taking all of the actions that he didn’t want to take to keep the place that the Bellamy family held in Arkhelios. She had decided what pictures to use, and which floor tiles looked best, something that Roman had zero interest in doing for himself. As long as he never looked down the street, or had to inter another family member, he could just ignore the eerie building entirely.

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