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soulsoffairlight · 9 days

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I love your Radley fanarts! What's the au about?

1. THANK YOU SO MUCH

2. THANK YOU SO MUCH x2 FOR ASKING ME THIS QUESTION AND ENCOURAGING ME TO COME OUT OF MY SHELL

I'm so happy to see that people are interested in my au!!!

I haven't developed it fully, but I can give you what I have so far!!

Warning: yapfest ahead

Note: this is like, a draft of the backstory ig? So it's not done, it may not fit canon much, and characters like Sarge and the baddies aren't present yet

Tl;dr: radley but he's more biology science oriented than tech science oriented and adopted radlynn ig?

I should start off by introducing the general au itself. 'Avidra' is a large worldbuilding/multifandom AU project I've had for years on end, and the project itself is far too bit to explain fully 😭, but one of the main catches is that there is a race of shapeshifter living amongst humans in the au known as 'Tierkno' (TYAIR - knah). In addition, Avidra is the 'singular universe,' where gods from all over the multiverse came together to rule one world after the brain-death of one all-powerful God who left an empty universe behind. As far as Radley and Radlynn go in the flipline section of the AU, that's just about all the Avidra context you need.

In this au, Radley was only one of a group of 'superior Radishes,' aka his family. What set these Radishes out from the rest is that they held a mutation that allowed them to carry cambiregen (essentially the hormone that allows Tierkno to shapeshift), allowing them to take on a humanoid appearance and gain human intelligence, unlike their 'wild' counterparts, the radish enemies we see in the games.

These Radishes, living on one of Avidra's moons known as Calyx, fought fiercely with the headworld of Avidra in an attempt to overthrow them and restart the universe completely from scratch. They believed that if they could wipe out Avidra and return to it to its initial state of vast emptiness, they could build what they believed to be the 'optimal universe.'

However, in order to protect Avidra from this mass destruction (threatened by the technology these Radishes had), the head goddess of Avidra, named Oblivion, sent a mass freeze to the moon of Calyx... wiping out the 'superior Radishes' in the process... all except for one.

And that was Radley.

Everything was gone, it seemed. He felt lost and aimless, having nothing to refer to that could help him pick up again ... and he thought he lost all hope. That was, until, he found one of Oblivion's feathers that had been dropped. He quickly found out that this feather gave him the ability to open a portal to Avidra itself... and that there pretty much saved his entire life. With this, he could find a way to thaw the thick layer of ice that had frozen over the underground lab that the Radishes used. And at the time, that was his only priority.

He was able to safely shelter himself in the lab, and read up on the resources left behind. And as that happened, the freeze finally came to an end. The other creatures the Radishes had shared the moon with began to restore, and it made Radley wonder. What was life like in Avidra?

He quickly designed himself a disguise to blend in so he could make way to Avidra again, this time to observe the life that was there, taking some specimens home as well. He saw the plants there that just sat in the ground, seemingly lifeless... and it made him think about his family's original goal. If the plants were so... lifeless here, unlike himself and his smaller counterparts... then something must be wrong.

Radley's knowledge of life on Avidra grew increasingly complete. He was able to teach himself how to read... and at rapid rates as well due to his nature as a plant. He studied all sorts of specimen he could find, mostly insects, reptiles, and these... lifeless plants. He learned that his ability to 'see' was not what sight truly was at all, and that he relied on a combination of gravitropism, phototropism, and sometimes tactile methods (using roots) to observe his surroundings. And that was when he realized that just maybe the answer to his fallen family's goal was hidden in Avidra's life. So many species with so many abilities... maybe he just needed to find a way to gain these abilities. And with the resources left behind, he was able to pick up the pieces and do just that.

Using a method that was sort of slow yet extremely effective, Radley began to apply the DnA of some species he found to himself. He took some plants he found thriving in caves without any light and took some of their traits, and he found that he could photosynthesize without any light. He then found some ants and took their traits, later finding himself able to lift extremely heavy objects with ease. Finally, he found a lizard and took its traits, and he grew sharper teeth and claws, alongside a long, vine-like tail similar to the leaves on his head. It was then that he knew what he was called to do: become the 'ideal organism' and take over Avidra, just like the Radishes intended.

As he started to move toward human and Tierkno civilizations for observations, he noticed that they had a much easier time performing close combat... meanwhile, he could only really fight from a range, as his poor vision didn't allow for much. Then he saw Tierkno... and he knew they were perfect. If he could get one in his possession, apply his own DnA to them, thus passing all his mutated abilities in the process, he could have someone to assist him in not only close attacks when needed with access to the abilities he already has, but to blend in with the rest.

He continued to watch silently from afar, until one day he spotted a blind, seemingly tierkno, 9-year-old girl named Aster sitting next to some crates containing specimens he was trying to take back home with him. And he thought that was a perfect opportunity. If he just cured this girl's blindness, he'd gain her trust like the flip of a switch... and he could go through with his plan. He had already been doing research on how to care for tierkno.

He approached Aster, and he told her that if she could just sit and guard the crates for just a few more hours, he'd cure her blindness. The girl, whose life had seemingly crumbled apart since she became blind, took on the request without question. Soon, Radley took the tierkno back to Calyx to give her what he promised... and to take her under his wing. As Aster vanished, her brother, Zak, noticed near immediately.

Radley did end up curing her blindness with a method he'd found in the resources his family had left behind. And Aster was overjoyed. She became extremely loyal to him, and he felt some sort of connection to her... a familiar one. And so he adopted her, and together they agreed that her name from then on would be Radlynn.

Radley raised Radlynn, educating her and caring for her the best as he possibly could. But one day, when Radlynn accidentally cut her arm on a sharp rock, leaving a deep gash and didn't notice, Radley realized that there was a side effect to this method he didn't consider. Testing his theories, he took her in to stitch up the wounds without any form of numbing or something of the likes. While she was really scared about it, she... wasn't feeling any pain. This was pretty dangerous for her... but at the same time, it would make his plans significantly easier. He figured that if he watched her very closely to make sure she didn't get hurt, he could keep her safe while still keeping that side effect.

From that point on, the plan began to unfold. It began with some smaller experiments to slowly funnel into the main one-- Radlynn was scared, but not unwilling. It started with him applying small genetic samples of a certain Tierkno species he had managed to get his hands on, and she grew scenting glands on her neck and arms that she could use to recreate just about any scent-- a unique ability of this species that had piqued his interest. He was fascinated. He trained her to control it.

His next experiment was definitely more stressful for Radlynn-- but again, she was determined to push through for him. He replaced her left forearm with a false one-- something left behind by his family. It could easily be disguised as a real one and functioned just like one, even being able to experience touch, except it was bionic and had extremely sharp claws. Radlynn adapted quickly and was even able to teach herself some interesting strategies with it, something he was very impressed by.

Everything seemed to be going well until the main experiment finally took place. When he applied his own DnA to give her a radish form, it worked... to extents beyond his intentions. The cambiregen (reminder: tierkno hormones giving them ability to shapeshift) had combined with this DnA aggressively, and he accidentally created a reckless, 10-foot-tall beast that tried to attack him. He was quick to corner her, but he still started to panic. But then he got an idea. He was able to gain control over the beast by tricking it into falling into obedience any time he said the name "Aster" to it. And it worked. He had turned a dangerous mistake around to his favor. He spent weeks training Radlynn and her new form, and everything was going just as planned.

Hearing of a group of people that had a life force surplus that he could take advantage of (Papa louie and em), he set that as his first target. He sent Radlynn to capture Papa Louie and his customers+workers, and she was a fierce fighter. She managed to capture every single one... except for three. That was Ember, Olivia, and Hacky Zak (her brother). These 3 had unique abilities that allowed them to resist capture, for they were Monster (yes, msm) tierkno. Olivia, the Humbug tierkno, could simply zip into another dimension to escape, and she could pull Hacky into one as well regardless of where he was due to some sort of mind link. Meanwhile, Ember was some sort of Fire monster (not a tierkno, just straight up monater) similar to a Candelavra made of wax that could reach temperatures of up to 3,000+ °F giving that conditions could allowed, and she could take the shape of practically anything (she had decided to take on a human form and use her resistance to fire to help save people.) And so, these 3, having an ability to communicate through a dimension only accessible by Monsters, teamed up to rescue everyone... including Radlynn.

Olivia and Ember had a rough time trying to simply free everyone, much less get to Radley.. because of Radlynn. She was a fierce fighter with overwhelming indurance and a bold attitude that refused to step down.

But when Hacky came about, everything changed. Memories of the life she had left behind had hit her like a train wreck. She hadn't seen him in years. She was 9 when she last saw him ... and she had just turned 19. 10 whole years.

The three were able to contain Radlynn as they freed everyone and eventually fought Madish, resulting in his defeat... while poor Radlynn watched.

He was someone so important to her... so of course, she snapped. She morphed into her radish form, screeching and destroying things in the area in enraged grief. Everyone was horrified, and they were convinced they'd just die right then and there.

Until Hacky called out her real name, and the beast fell still for a few seconds... before it approached him slowly, falling to his feet.

... while Hacky still really hated Madish for what he'd done to her ... he had to admit, he was a really good father.

After word had spread of the rescue, a group known as Starlane assisted Radlynn in starting her life up again.

They were impressed with the amount of education she had received behind closed doors despite being gone for so long, and determined her ready for college. She was moved into an apartment with a new roommate named Elaine who still supports her through her healing process to this day. As Radlynn realized that her ability to see took away her ability to feel pain, she began to cover her eyes at all times and adjust to getting around without sight. Being blind was much better than not being able to feel pain, she realized. She began to study horticulture in college… and while she still misses Radley dearly and is still healing from the traumatic memories she has of the experiments, she’s made significant progress in adjusting to her new life. She still has long ways to go, but that doesn’t stop her. She lives the large chunk of her teen years she didn’t get to live through her youthful enthusiasm, and many find her to be a beacon of nothing but good vibes.

So yeah, that's the backstory so far!! I hope you like it :3 and a fun Lil piece of trivia, it was heavily inspired by the Powerman 5000 album "Tonight The Stars Revolt," particularly this song:

#papa louie 3 #papa louie fandom #papa louie #radley madish #radlynn #alternate universe #cringe and free #cringe and proud #avidra au #avidra #sci fi au #asks #metal pipe asmr #writing #flipline #flipline fandom #answered #flipline radlynn

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incandescent-creativity · 1 year

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How is FLOAT coming along? Ramble to me about the space pirate wlw! Plz!

FLOAT is sort of dead in the water (ha) after I hit a wall where I didn’t know what to do, and I couldn’t exactly skip it to keep writing because it’s pretty flipping integral to the plot.

River becomes a diver for the ship, right? The Endurance crew hasn’t had a diver since their last one didn’t resurface, but she has shapeshifting powers, so she can go deeper and further than anybody before her.

They dive for materials, for exploration, and sometimes — for alien artifacts.

The beginning of the end of the plot centers on River bringing up some Significant Artifact, but I can’t figure out what, and since I can’t figure out what, I can’t really write it.

Instead I write tender promise scenes between River and Aspen where Aspen is worried over her girl going down to do one of the most dangerous jobs around, and River promises to come back, forehead touches, kisses that might be their last, it’s all very touching.

#incandescently answered #radley-writes #storyteller saturday #float wip

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uncaaj · 1 year

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Fanfiction: Dog Teeth (Bluey)

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“Come on, Bingo! Pull!”

“I am, Bluey!”

It wasn’t uncommon to hear joyful laughing and squealing coming from the Heeler backyard, especially when close family paid a visit. The source of the noises of merriment this time was Bluey and Bingo engaged in a fierce Tug-O-War with their young cousin Socks. The 2-year-old Heeler had a tight grip on the rope and was not letting up.

“‘Atta girl, Socks!” called her father, Stripe.

Chilli, Bluey’s mom, was astounded. “For going against kids twice her size, Socks is hangin’ tough.”

“Yeah, she’ll drag me round the room askin’ for dinner every night. Isn’t she something?” Stripe couldn’t keep pride out of his voice.

“This...is something,” said Chilli, continuing to watch.

Bluey felt a tickle in her nose. She sniffed but it only grew in intensity. “Ah…ahhhh…"

“Bluey, no!” said Bingo, feeling the rope slipping in her paws.

“AH-CHOO!” Bluey's sneeze blew her backwards, and Socks gave a mighty tug. It shocked Bingo so much that she was dragged to the turf by it, ending their match decisively.

“Hooray!” cheered Stripe and Socks’ big sister Muffin.

“Bless you!” said Chilli.

“Aw, biscuits!” Bingo grumbled.

“Kids!” said Bandit from his post on the grill. “Sausages are ready!”

All the Heelers disappeared into the house, except for Socks who continued chewing on the rope in earnest. It was so much fun to chew that she didn’t even notice anyone had left until she felt herself being hoisted by Bluey.

“Let’s go, Socks,” she grunted, carrying her cousin inside, rope trailing behind them all the way.

+++

BLUEY: “This episode of Bluey is called 'Dog Teeth.'”

+++

All were gathered up on the balcony at the picnic table, with the kids congregating at their own table. Sausages and trimmings were distributed generously and thus the feast began. As Bingo chomped her sausage, she noticed Socks seemed more interested in chewing on the rope than eating.

“Uncle Stripe?” she asked after swallowing her bite. “Why is Socks still playing Tug-O-War?”

All the adults couldn’t help but chuckle. “Socks ate before we arrived, so we brought that so she’d have something to do at the table.” Stripe turned to Bandit and Chilli. “She’s teething,” he said, and they nodded.

“What’s teething?” Bingo asked.

“Well,” said Bluey, pointing to the sharp incisors she had. “You know how your dog teeth got in your mouth? They grew there!”

“That’s…one way to put it, dear,” Chilli said before turning to Bingo. “It’s a bit of a sore process so a toy to chew takes the toddler’s mind off the pain for a while.”

“A dog’s teeth are his pride and joy,” said Bandit.

“Really?” Bluey asked.

“You bet!” said Stripe, standing up.

Chilli and Trixie shared a look. “Here they go,” they said.

“Our special sharp dog teeth show we’re tough,” Stripe continued, flexing his arm. “If you keep 'em shiny and pointy, you can protect your family from anything.”

“The mark of a real dog’s dog, passed down from our ancestors,” said Bandit, rising up himself. “With our pearly whites…”

“We win the fight!” Stripe finished.

The two slammed their paws on the table and growled. “Grrrrrrrrr!”

All the kids showed their appreciation by hooting and hollering aplenty and Bandit and Stripe joined in. The womenfolk rolled their eyes.

“You two are full of yourselves,” Trixie laughed. “That’s so outdated.”

“No one even needs dog teeth anymore,” Chilli concurred.

“Says you,” said Bandit. “What if one day I just wanna bite something?”

“And when has that day ever come in the thousands of times I’ve heard that excuse?” Chilli asked.

Bandit paused. He knew she had him there. “Er…i-it’ll come! I’ve kept ‘em ‘cause I know I’ll need ‘em.” He crossed his arms and stuck his snout in the air.

“I know!” said Bluey. “Let’s find a reason for Dad to use his dog teeth.”

“Yeah!” Bingo cheered. They hopped down and dashed away.

“‘Atta girls!” Bandit cheered. “See? Dog teeth can be useful and I don’t even have to prove it.”

“This can only end well,” Chilli sighed.

+++

The first stop was the fence where they could see Lucky’s dad Pat lounging in his backyard, sipping a cold beverage.

“Lucky’s dad?” Bluey called out.

Pat peeked out of his sunglasses and waved at them. “Bluey! Bingo! How’s it hangin’?”

“Good!” said Bingo. “Could we ask you something?”

Pat got up and walked to the fence. “Yeah, no worries. What’s up?”

“We’re trying to find out what you can use dog teeth for,” Bluey explained.

“You've used your dog teeth before, right?” asked Bingo.

“Sure have. In fact, I got a great story. Bingo, you’re gonna play Janelle.”

Bingo jumped for joy. “Yay, play story!”

“And Bluey, you’ll be this big meanie.”

“Ooh, okay! Who will you be, Lucky’s dad?”

Pat climbed over the fence and tumbled into the Heeler’s backyard. “I’ll be me, of course! Now, hold my hand, Bingo.” Bingo ran over and took Pat’s paw. “Check it- it was back in college, you see, and me and Janelle were at a party for the cricket World Cup final. We were dancing.” Pat began humming a danceable tune and shook his tail to the beat. Bingo danced along too, giggling all the while. “Then suddenly, this big meanie comes over and says ‘I can dance better than you can!’”

Bluey walked up and pointed at Pat. “I can dance better than you can!”

Pat crossed his arms. “So I said, ‘Hey, shove off, mate! She’s here with me.’”

Bluey grabbed Bingo’s hand. “Come on, babe, let’s party!”

“And so…I flashed my teeth at him.” Pat crouched down to Bluey’s level and growled at her playfully.

“Eeeek! Sharp dog teeth!” Bluey squealed.

“Then I chased him around the party!” said Pat, and he and Bluey proceeded to run around the backyard for a spell before he tackled her and they fell to a heap, laughing until their bellies ached. “The end,” he panted.

“Hooray!” Bluey and Bingo cheered.

“Good story, Pat!” called Bandit from the balcony. “Your dog teeth showed that meanie what for!” Pat gave Bandit a thumbs-up as they all stood up.

“Do you still scare meanies away with your dog teeth?” Bluey asked.

Pat rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, I don’t. I don’t have ‘em anymore.”

“What?” Bandit exclaimed, surprising the lot. “You still had ‘em when we graduated! You still owe me for biting my tail at the ceremony!”

Bluey and Bingo giggled. Everyone turned to look at Pat and a little shade of red shone through his yellow coat. “Tell us that story!” said Bluey.

“Er…oop! Lucky’s calling me. See ya!” And Pat was back over the fence before anyone could say another word.

“I guess his dog teeth weren’t that important after college,” said Chilli.

“He never even bit the bloke!” Bandit groused. “How’s a dog like him who I’ve known for years not have his teeth?”

Ding-dong!

“I’ll get it,” said Bandit, and Bluey followed after.

“Bingo, before you run off,” Trixie called, “can you help us wash up lunch?”

Bingo waved back. “Okay, aunt Trixie!”

+++

When Bandit answered the door, a bushy black and white Border Collie was standing there. “Oh, Josh!"

"Hey, Bandit," said Mackenzie's dad, "could you give me a jump? My car won’t start.”

“Oh, yeah, sure thing, mate."

“Oh, Mackenzie’s dad?” Bluey asked as they went down the stairs into the front yard.

“Yeah?”

“I’m trying to figure out what you can use dog teeth for.” She looked over and saw her dad heading to the garage. After she saw him disappear inside, she turned back. “I think dad’s worried that his don’t have a use anymore.”

“Gotcha,” nodded Josh. “Well, I did have a use for them. At my last job, in fact.”

“What did you do?”

“I was a sheep herder for a big farm back in New Zealand, so I had to make sure the sheep didn’t wander off in the pasture.”

“Did you show them your dog teeth?” Bluey asked, showing hers to him.

“Sometimes. I’d even bark at ‘em. But if they wouldn’t listen, I’d have to pick ‘em up by their scruff and bring ‘em back in line. Here, I can show you if you’d like.”

Bluey’s tail wagged. “Yeah! Can I be the sheep?”

“Right-o! Here we go.”

Bluey felt a gentle pinch at the back of her neck as she was hoisted up into the air. “Baa!” she bleated, wiggling around.

“Come on, cheeky sheep!” said Josh through a full mouth. He trotted around the yard with Bluey laughing the whole way, then he sauntered over to the porch and set Bluey down gently on the steps. “Just like that. My dog teeth helped me get a grip through all that wool.”

“Hee-hee! That was fun!” Bluey cheered. “So do you still pick sheep up and carry them about?”

“Not really. I got a different job when we moved here, and once Mackenzie came along, I wasn’t doin’ much herding. So I got rid of the dog teeth.”

“What?!”

They both jumped. Bandit was back, looking upset again. “You don’t have your teeth either? I thought you still had sheep.”

“Only a couple. And you've been to my house. Camn't wander much in my backyard, eh?”

“Ugh, not again!” Bluey grumbled. She trudged inside and shut the door behind her.

Josh stared and couldn't speak for a moment. “W-was it somethin’ I said?”

Bandit sighed. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s get your ute goin’.” As he slung the jumper cables over his shoulder, he was beginning to feel his own dog teeth in his mouth. He knew he cleaned his teeth well that morning but it felt like something was there that shouldn’t be. If his friends didn’t keep their dog teeth, where did that leave him?

+++

Along the way to the playroom, Bluey ran into Stripe.

“How’d it go at the door?” he asked.

“Mackenzie’s dad doesn’t have his dog teeth either,” said Bluey.

“That’s weird. Josh always seemed like a rough and tumble kinda dog.”

Bluey tapped her foot and looked down. “I think dad’s more worried now than when I started.”

“Ya know, back when me and your dad were kids, every guy kept their dog teeth. Your grandpa Bob even told us we weren’t real dogs unless we had ‘em.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Stripe nodded, kneeling down. “Every day, he’d tell us when we cleaned our teeth. Wanted us to be able to ‘fight for our future wives’ as he called it. Your aunt Trixie likes to tell me how ridiculous he was, and maybe he was. But you know who always listened to grandpa Bob?”

“Who?”

“Rad. If anyone tried to be the dog grandpa Bob wanted us to be, it was him.”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Bluey dashed out of the room.

“Uh, where are you going?” said Stripe, running after.

“Let’s FaceyTime uncle Rad!”

+++

The little spinny thing on the screen spun and spun as the tablet worked its internet magic.

“This’ll settle it once and for all,” Stripe said.

“And I can make dad feel better!” Bluey agreed.

The spinny thing went away and a split second later, Radley, the eldest Heeler brother appeared, a towel covering his usual poofy hair apart from his yellow cowlick. “Hello?” he greeted.

“Uncle Rad!” said Bluey, tail wagging.

Radley smiled and waved at them. “Bluey! Stripe! What’s up?”

“You look like mum out of the shower!” Bluey giggled.

“I just got out of it,” he said, patting his towel bun. “This is how I dry my hair. So what’s new?”

“Well, we’d like to ask you something-”

“Bluey!” called Bandit, closing the front door. “Where’d you go?”

“In here!” She waved him over.

“Bandy! It’s Rad! We’re gonna ask him about his dog teeth,” said Stripe.

“Oh, you beauty!” Bandit bounded over and bent over into the camera frame. “So Rad, spill it. Been tryin’ to find someone who thinks dog teeth are still useful and I know you’re the dogliest dog of us all.”

Radley rubbed the back of his neck. “Heh, ya don’t say.”

“You must still have your dog teeth. Shiny and pointy, eh?” Bluey asked.

“Yeah, you got ‘em, right?” said Stripe, leaning into the screen. Bluey followed and soon, all three of them took up the entire camera frame.

Radley was taken aback. “Um, er…no. I don’t got ‘em.”

Bluey, Bandit, and Stripe were so gobsmacked, they lost their balance and faceplanted on the coffee table, knocking the tablet off its perch.

Radley winced upon suddenly seeing his family tumble, then seeing nothing but the Heeler’s ceiling onscreen. “Uh, you okay?”

Bandit propped himself and the tablet up first. “What?!” he shouted. “You were daddy’s boy! You made us keep our teeth clean because he told you to!”

“I’ve been using the expensive toothpaste for years!” Stripe said with a smirk.

“W-well, I’ve just come to realize I was pushy about that stuff. When you think about it, it’s kinda silly dad thought only a couple of teeth made you dogly.” Radley held his arm aloft and flexed it, showing the muscle it had. “I’ve got other ways of showing that.”

“Silly?!” Bandit howled. “This is outrageous! It’s like they don’t mean anything to anyone anymore!” And Bandit stormed off, grumbling and muttering incoherently.

“Whoa, big bro!” said Stripe, chasing after Bandit.

“Aww, I made it worse,” said Bluey, her ears drooping.

“...I think I’m missing something here,” said Radley.

“I tried to find a use for dog teeth so dad could feel better about his. Lucky’s dad doesn’t have his anymore, and Mackenzie’s dad doesn’t either.” Bluey rested her arms on the counter and plopped her head on them. “I couldn’t help dad.”

“It’s okay, Bluey. You did your best, but I think this is something your dad has to handle on his own.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s something your grandpa Bob instilled in us when we were kids. Sometimes it’s just hard for people to break out of what they’re used to hearin’. But if you let him know you love him, with or without the teeth, that’ll bring him around.”

Bluey rose out of her pout. “Are you sure?”

“You bet, squirt,” Radley nodded. “I learned it’s not your teeth that make you, it’s your heart.”

Bluey smiled at that.

“You should put that on a t-shirt, Rad,” said Trixie. Bluey turned around. She, Chilli, Bingo, and Socks were coming down the stairs.

“Mum!”

“Come on, let’s go cheer up your dad.”

+++

When Stripe and Bandit reached the backyard, the elder Heeler was still muttering to himself.

“Right,” said Stripe, stopping in his tracks. “I was playing along at first, but you’re actually torn up about this, aren’t ya?”

Bandit slowed to a halt, and his shoulders slumped. He then sat down and hugged his knees. Stripe padded over slowly and took a seat next to his brother.

“I know it’s a silly thing, and I know having no teeth suits me mates better. But…I dunno. I like how I look with my dog teeth, they make me feel tough.”

“They remind you of dad,” Stripe observed.

Bandit nodded. “Yeah. See right through me.” They sat there for a moment, watching birds flutter by. “I just…d’ya reckon he’d be disappointed in me if I did get rid of ‘em?”

“I think he’d say ‘Ya can’t count on me for that, Bandy.’”

The two Heelers laughed for a little bit at Stripe’s impression and by the time they calmed down, they were wiping tears from their eyes.

Bandit sighed and stood up. Stripe did as well. “Thanks, little brother,” Bandit said.

“No worries, big brother.” Stripe placed a hand on Bandit’s shoulder. “Whatever ya do, just know I love ya.”

Bandit smiled. “Me too.”

When Bluey, Bingo, Chili, and Trixie made it to the back porch, Stripe and Bandit were standing by the tree, locked in a hug.

Chilli stepped onto the stairs but Bluey held a hand out to stop her. “What’s up, Bluey?” she asked.

“Just like uncle Rad said,” Bluey responded, smiling. “Dad figured it out himself.”

Bandit broke the hug when he felt a tug at his leg. Looking down, he saw Socks holding out her rope, her growing dog teeth showing in her smile. “Play tug, unca Bandy?”

Bandit picked up the little pup and suddenly, his dog teeth felt right at home, like they always were. “You bet, mate.”

#bluey #fanfiction #aj tries to write #bingo heeler #bandit heeler #stripe heeler #socks heeler #trixie heeler #chilli heeler #radley heeler #mackenzie's dad #pat bluey #lucky's dad #fluff

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nartblartmallcop · 1 year

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oh yeah, one more thing or my last hurrah of my dhmis fixation! i thought i might share all my hc lore notes for the main important characters. its not entirely done, i got through like half the research i wanted to do for radley and quentin and got in pretty much none of the reasearch i wanted to do for gilbert BUT the broad strokes are there. and i thought id finally give you all some context for the weird insanity i always drew of those three boys

CW for violence, racism, homophobia, murder and attempted suicide

also heads up for canon divergence

basics

the most important year is 1955

that's the year the guys were brought into The Puppet Purgatory or whatever you wanna classify it as (P.P. For short)

the characters leave the P.P. in 1983

time flows like shit there, it's a mess and everything is pretty much runs on the express goal of Fucking With You

the puppet aesthetic of the P.P is a manifestation of Leslie's own childlike and simplistic view of the world, if someone else had created it, it would've looked completely different (for example if Quentin somehow did it it'd be styled like a film noir, and Gilbert would've turned it into a nature documentary)

yellow guy: Gilbert Ratcliff

born in 1934

21 in 1955

27 in 1983 (age was frozen for almost the entire time he was in P.P.)

grew up as a member of a secluded community, similar to Mormons, called The Community

The Comunity is a small village hidden within Ashtown Forest, containing roughly 800 members

he's always been a very smart and curious boy, despite The Community's best efforts to keep him just within what they permit their people to know

his curiosity was only ever encouraged by his closest childhood friend, Leslie, who also loved learning new things and exploring the world

surprisingly however, Leslie became furious with him when he said he wanted to leave The Community and move somewhere outside of their woodland town

he left anyways and found his footing working for a diner in southern London, where the owner didn't care that he didn't even graduate high school (“well you don't need an education to serve food”)

this diner was visited often by a local college student named Radley, who would often have dinner there or just stay somewhere without a colour bar

Gilbert and Radley talked about all sorts of things whenever there was a lull in business, with Gilbert's curiosity usually driving the conversation

however, one day he was ambushed by Leslie who missed him too much and wanted to take him back with her to The Community, and keep him from leaving again through an old occult ritual

this is also why he's kept young and clueless via empty batteries all the time, Leslie does not want him to leave her ever again, she wants to keep the Gilbert who couldn't see the funny side, was always so curious and sweet but who doesn't actually break the rules

red guy: Radley Gayle

born in 1932

23 in 1955

48 when he escapes The Puppet Purgatory in 1983 (age got frozen for a few years)

came to Britain from a British colony in Jamaica to go to college

dreams of creating a kids T.V show that could teach black children about the world around them (emboldened by television act of 1954)

member of the West African Students' Union (WASU)

acquainted with Gilbert before they were sent to P.P, witnessed his murder and had to be killed as well so there'd be no witnesses

somewhere in the middle between dhmis times and 1955, Radley makes his way up to Leslie's room and gets a bit too confrontational about escaping the P.P for her liking

she rips off his lips as punishment

the wound does not go away, as it happened outside of the lessons of the P.P, not to mention caused directly by the person in charge of the Funny House

he grows a beard to cover it up

duck: Quentin Corben (Indian last name Chabra was only by his family in private)

born in 1930

25 in 1955

53 in 1983 (only one who aged normally throughout their entire stay in the P.P.)

his mother and father were both Indians who lived in Britain due to work (His mother having been a domestic servant and his father a lascar)

they all wanted to fit into Britain as much as possible to minimize the discrimination they'd face, this meant that Quentin had next to no connection with his Indian heritage beyond knowing a bit of Punjabi

his father had to help with the military boats during WW2, dying when one of them was bombed

after this, Quentin's mother quickly married a white British man, half out of love but mostly out of fear that she would be discriminated against more intensely if she wasn't married, perhaps even lose her home

maybe they had a couple of kids to, leading to Quentin having a half-sibling or two idk

after that, the expectation for them to “mold into whiteness” became more intense, the step-father not really doing anything to lessen it

Quentin didn't really care, he had other things to worry about

like being gay and closeted

he used to spend a lot of nights and weekends at gay bars

sometimes performed songs there, he was quite popular with the other queers

one night a group of cops who recently found out about this secret gay bar storm the place

Quentin, still wearing a fruity as hell outfit, escapes and runs home, unfortunately he gets caught in the garage by his step-father

his family interrogate him, figure out he's a homosexual and all hell breaks lose

Quentin is beaten thoroughly by his step-father and has a bible shoved in his face

in an outburst of rage at his family's betrayal of him, Quentin sets the bible on fire, his mother promptly drops it and as another sign of his newfound disownment of his family, Quentin kicks over a gasoline canister

he turns and exits through the back door of the garage he came in through. his family however is not so lucky. The flames spread to the banister and the roof of the garage, the house's big garage gate would be the family's only exit but the door has been severely busted for many months and its inability to open becomes their doom as the roof collapses and they all die

Quentin, now horrified that he just killed his entire family and got away with it, runs away. He spends a few weeks being homeless but eventually decides to spend his last money on a rope, go into the nearby forests and hang himself to atone for his sins

while he struggles to tie the noose, (because I need that boy to be pathetic <3) he is found by Leslie, who is dragging two bags of corpses behind her to her home in The Community

long conversation short, because Quentin wants to atone for his sins either way, and because Leslie takes pity on his inability to do so much as to tie a noose, they agree to let her stab him and make him another part of the ritual

and so this stranger from nowhere is sent to the P.P.

Leslie (last name pending) (or maybe they just don't have last names in The Community)

22 in 1955

50 in 1983 (allthough doing the ritual made her body age faster due to how draining it is on the body)

always a jolly soul, Leslie was nice and encouraging to everyone she knew in The Community, though her favourite friend of all time was Gilbert

she didn't really care that he left The Community, but she was utterly heartbroken that he would ever leave HER

shortly after his departure, she finds an old ritual of The Community, to send someone into a special dimension dedicated to atoning for wrongdoings and learning new values

determined to carry through this ritual, she sets out to find Gilbert

it takes her nearly a year to find him, but when she finally does, she kills him quickly and tries to leave right away but unfortunately she's caught in the act by Radley who probably forgot something in the diner or smth

she makes quick work of him as well and decides to take him along, since she's stalked Gilbert for a few weeks and knows that Gilbert and Radley are already well acquainted

she figures taking him along to the atonement dimension couldn't hurt too much, picks up Quentin along the way too

The ritual includes removing all organs from the sacrificed and to tie them to your own body. In the P.P. Dimension this manifests as Leslie's stitches in her face

she keeps all three of them with her and overall mostly just sticks to encouraging good behaviour and punishing bad behaviour as she sees fit

the teachers and lessons she sends the main trio are unfortunately kind of absolute trash because they are entirely based on her sheltered perspective as a member of The Community, but they do not turn violent within the first few years. It's just misinformation at first

Gilbert is mentally frozen in age quickly once Leslie modifies him to run on batteries (and consistently keeps him on low power so his mind cannot grasp at the world around him to try and ruin her fun)

Radley, who tried to lash out against the Puppet Purgatory a few times but failed and then became depressed, gets frozen in age for a little while where it seems like he won't do anything anymore, but it turns out that freezing his body's growth did not do the same to his mind and he went back to pushing against Leslie's control after a few years.

This distresses Leslie greatly mostly because if Radley could figure some things out despite being frozen, there's a good chance Gilbert will as well. Once she realised this she started regularly wiping the trio's memories of previous adventures.

Quentin dies the most because he actually did something fucked up in his life to “warrant” the P.P.'s torture (that being killing his family). This isn't Leslie's intention, its just the nature of this place acting on its own

since keeing up the connection to the P.P. dimension is kiling her, Leslie finally lets the three boys go in 1983

still unsure if she dies afterwards or tries to sort of "patch things up" (or at least apologize)

Bonus: Roy

a puppet character simply created to play the role of Gilbert's father

gained too much sentience after many years within the P.P and began actually seeing himself as Gilbert's father

as such, he found himself continuously emboldened by the 'father knows best' attitude built into his core character and eventually gained the power to take over the Puppet Purgatory Dimension

gaining sentience over the nature of his reality caused his body to get all gangly and fucked up and long, he looked more like a normal old guy before

his newfound control over the P.P. Caused the June 19th loop, a father's day on which he tried to teach his son all the lessons he ought to truly know

the teachers he created, however are far more hostile and malicious, leading to the fucked up lessons in the yt-shorts

the first ones, sketchbook and Tony, also ended up corrupting their versions of the main three into the big boys and bigger boys, which Roy was forced to take of once Leslie took control again

while some things such as the oil spill on Gilbert's clown painting or Tony the clock's screeching were planned, the really insane moments were unintentional consequences of Roy's clumsiness when running the P.P

he was just a figment from within with too much sentience after all, he didn't REALLY know how any of it should work

the unplugging at the end of Dreams is part of his willing relinquishment of his powers over the universe

despite being a bit of a fucked up cruel man, he recognized that his mingling has gone too far, and not really taught anyone anything valuable, except to be scared all the damn time

hence why the main trio was so hostile in the TV-series, they're all super on edge and they'd rather scare off the teachers than actually learn anything new now

that's also why Roy didn't really do anything in the TV-series, he's sticking to the background “as he ought to” (in Leslie's words)

as another bonus, have some pics of the three boys right before and a while after the puppet purgatory dimension (i was quoting "quiet mullet boy" to myself for weeks after making the second pic)

#hc au gilbert #hc au quentin #hc au radley #writing #''oh arent these headcanons a bit too fucked up?'' haha no this is don't hug me i'm scared #for once my fucked up headcanons actually work for the media theyre for

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daprosy · 11 months

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google docs is a thang i enjoy. i can just write anything for funsies and it will be there. i can write analyses, i can document dreams, i can put a little poem in there.

#radley rambles #i wanna write more poetry it's really fun

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snowwhirled · 9 months

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i'm gonna go to bed now hgh but i just started thinking again about a little something :)

since R-XC can't really leave cult premises due to being a missing person, Mortimer will sometimes leave and bring back goodies for him if requested he has the time. it's usually fine since R-XC can almost always answer questions of underlings if Mortimer is busy

#radley rambles #cuphead #cuphead dlc #💎#<- realized i can just use the moirallegiance tag in place of writing both character names so thats cool ig #platonic self ship

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adorhauer · 2 years

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5, 10 and 11 for the book ask? :D

5. Where do you buy books?

The last couple books I've bought came from Thriftbooks, I believe. There was a memoir or other that I was looking for and it ended up being suuuuper cheap (maybe $6 for a fairly large book). I'll also shop Barnes & Noble- I'm a sucker for those collectors editions. Currently all I have is Peter Pan and the collective works of Hans Christian Anderson, but that's changing soon

10. Do you have a guilty fav?

Peter Pan is a bit of a guilty favorite, because of the obvious racism. That's most of what would make me feel guilty enjoying a book; blatant bigotry due to the author's narrow-minded view. I will say, the 2003 movie adaption of the book not only captures the tones of the novel better than any I've seen, but they took all of what made the book sub-par and improved it (i.e., getting an indigenous girl to play Tiger Lilly, fleshing the character out, and encouraging the actress to speak in her native language and say whatever came to mind). I'd like to think that it's possible to a degree to take a work and make it better in that way

11. What non-fiction books do you like, if any?

I like to read biographies of old Hollywood starlets like Marlene Dietrich (another guilty fav, because she was a horrible person in her private life), Mae West, Hedy Lamarr, etc, etc. These people were so much more than what you see on film- they were geniuses. Mae wrote all of her material, and she was damn good at it. And she didn't stop being sexy just because she got old. Hedy Lamarr is the reason we have wifi, and she was also a Jewish woman daring enough to escape from her husband when he aided the Nazi party. I leaned a lot on films between the '20s - '40s when I was homeless to help me cope with what was going on in the real world, and after I found a stable home, I started reading up on the people I saw on film

#books #book asks #radley-writes

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radley-writes · 9 months

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A confession:

Most 'character development' help posts do nothing for me. Nada. Zilch.

This is not a denunciation of such posts - they evidently work for a lot of folks! But if I see questions like 'what is your character's favourite colour?' or 'what is your character's biggest fear?' I am clicking away.

Obviously, working this sort of thing out is important! These details add fun little quirks to your character, or shine a light on their backstory. But when I'm developing a complementary cast of characters, with a smorgasbord of unique and interesting personalities...

I just put them in situations.

I call this the fanfic approach, as it basically amounts to writing mini fics about how your characters would react to a variety of stressors. For instance: let's start with a simple scenario with a potential for conflict!

A barista gets the character's coffee order wrong. Like, horrifically wrong. They create an unholy abomination of syrup shots and espresso that probably tastes of cough syrup, and hand it to your character, straight-faced. How does the character react?

Working with the cast of No Man's Sky...

Mavrik would shrug and chug the coffee anyway. She's drunk worse; she ain't bothered. No point causing a fuss.

Vox would threaten to kill the barista and their entire family, in graphic detail, until they were escorted out of the coffee shop and banned for life.

Oleander would smile politely, engage the barista in small talk, show genuine interest in their hopes and dreams, then proceed to make such a pleasant yet insistent song-and-dance about how this was not their order that the barista would apologise profusely, remake his drink, and offer him complimentary free croissants for the rest of the year.

Jagura would drink the coffee-trocity without noticing the error.

Renzou would apologise to the barista.

As you can see, we have five distinct, diverging reactions - and thus, five unique characters! I like to repeat this exercise with three-ish prompts of varying intensity. Here's some ideas, if anyone wants to play along:

Your character is waiting for a train. It's running late, but only by five minutes. However, they are hoping to catch a connection at the next station, and this will reduce their transfer time by half.

Your character finds a box full of sickly kittens, abandoned in a rainy street. There are far too many for your character to adopt and look after alone.

Your character walks into a room where there is most definitely not supposed to be a dead body. There... is a dead body.

You get the idea! Your characters don't always have to react in a unique way to every scenario, but there should be some individual flavour to their actions, whatever they may be.

Go forth and put those little guys in situations and scenarios! And pretty please feel free to reblog and let me know how your cast would react!

#writing #writing advice #writeblr #writers on tumblr #character development #radley writes #radley rambles

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bearlythere · 13 days

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will not shut up about how bluey's 30 min episode gave us so much more lore and references to the real world

the writes really made so much literal and euphemistic use of the word "sign" in this episode

in chronological order! and spoilers below!!

do let me know if I missed anything out!

FRISKY AND RAD'S WEDDING!!!! in the iconic heeler house!!

bandit's bully bucky dunstan being the real estate agent selling his house

English sheepdog buying the bluey house (emigration - would be nicer if they got english voice actors to voice them though)

the bluey house was actually for sale on an Australian real estate website! and as per the time of writing this post, it's been "withdrawn from sale" - the bluey digital marketing team AMAZES ME.

I wonder which city bandit got a new job in - don't know if they'll explore that in future seasons

bluey's friend the brown dog (I'm sorry I don't know his name) having 2 mums!

winton talking about his divorced parents and the terriers' saying their mom likes winton's dad!!!

jack and his army interest! him and rusty playing army!!

the sitting in a tree, kissing thing that kids do

Jeremy the gnome

bobo being the car's name

frisky's licence plate being fr15k

the first time kids sit in the front seat of the car

police officers pulling people on the road over LMAO

rad's profile picture being him goofing around with his 2 brothers

how realistic it is trying not to lose someone you're following on the road

the butterfly from slide!! 🦋 it has a name! flappy!

everyone being afraid of the butterfly except bingo because we know she loves insects!

chilli reminiscing how she and frisky used to go to the lookout to "think" when we all knew she meant drink LOL

frisky's 3rd friend appears!

BRANDY IS PREGNANT???

the canon in d rendition as bgm

the busker being the priest??

also they got mort and maynard to come attend the wedding too!!

frisky's father is a typical surfer dude lmao

we see trixie standing amongst the girls during the bouquet toss. and then we see stripe come in to intercept the toss. does this mean that stripe and trixie are not married yet and have just been cohabitating? stripe grabs the bouquet and celebrates, but we see trixie face palm... what does this mean??

love the photo montage and the huge family photo, how it shows that you can't get everybody to be ready for the photo

AFTERPARTY

GRANDPA BOB WENT TO INDIA TO FIND HIMSELF 😭 man needed spiritual rediscovery

the busker is the music dj too!!

uh oh... stripe and trixie are fighting... perhaps it was about the bouquet toss? and we see socks playing with the cake toppers - possibly mimicking her parents actions

awww Radley quit his job so that frisky could stay in a city she loved ❤️

they brought back the music from dance mode!

NANA AND BOB FLOSSING!!!

chattermax randomly appearing 😭

bingo getting stuck in the railing again

bingo being sad because she has to move and lila won't be able to follow. which is also the moment I realised they won't be moving in the end, because of the montage at the end of daddy drop-off episode where bingo and lila grow up together and be friends "forever and ever and ever"!

the 2 English sheepdogs pushing their fluff away from their eyes to see haha

THEM SEEING WINTON'S DAD'S HOUSE WITH A POOL WHICH IS FOR SALE BECAUSE THEYRE MOVING IN WITH THE TERRIERS AND THEIR MOTHER!! THEY ALL FIT IN ONE CAR!!!

seeing the iconic bluey house empty, with spots where furniture used to be somehow makes me feel a little empty and nostalgic

the montage of them saying goodbye to their old neighbours, bandit having one last chat with pat, the girls and chilli saying goodbye to judo and her mum

Judo still has short hair!

chilli reminiscing the kitchen because bluey took her first steps there

WHO SANG THAT SONG IN THE END PLEASE RELEASE IT LUDO STUDIOS

THE SHEEPDOGS WENT BACK ON THEIR DECISION TO BUY BLUEYS HOUSE TO BUY WINTON'S DAD HOUSE

you can tell how much chilli didn't want to move as she was the first one out of the car running over to hug him when she realised bandit didn't want to sell the house anymore. and the shoulder shakes shows that she was fully sobbing too

iconic kiwi rug! loved the simplicity of the last scene, where even if there's nothing around you, as long as you're together with the people you love, eating the simplest meal, enjoying the moment, that's family.

#bear watches #bluey #bluey cartoon #the sign

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emmasternerradley · 10 months

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So, we’ve moved into the new house. I quickly painted my office and got my desk in place. Now, I’m ready to finish off the edits for this book and send it to my editor. Well… if Bruce would stop sleeping on my arm that is!

#writing #author #emma sterner radley #writing community

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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Dance of Time 1

D A N C E O F T I M E

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” -Bukowski

Summary: You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Pairing: Vampire BTS x Human Reincarnated Reader

Status: Ongoing (random updates)

Genre: soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere themes, possessive boys, angst, fluff, poly au, vampire au,

Warnings: smut, violence, tempers, mentions of death, murder, some explicit descriptions of violence, blood,

Chapter Warnings: stalking, small town legends, death, violence, mentions of stabbing and blood, slight yandere behavior,

Masterlist // Chapter 2

Taglist: @psychosupernatural @carolinexkpop @strxwbloody @strawberry-moonpies @dustyinkpages @iamkookiesforyou @anaspectoflife @btsw1fe @yoongisgirl69 @toughbook @yoongibabs

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Insanity

Albert Einstein once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Following the same routine and believing things would change, would move how you wanted them to.

Through studying history, you found this phenomenon to be accurate. So many events in history could have been prevented if they only looked back and did something different. Followed a different course. Chose a different path.

You were reminded of this every day, as you stared at your research, wondering why nothing was changing in your life. You were coming up on 27, the past six years of your life spent doing research and visiting historical sites. You were a historian, your passion for learning turned into a love for digging deeper into different events.

Your last project saw you crawling through underground tunnels in Edinburgh, writing about the day to day lives of the people living there when they were built. Your specialty, however, was the small-town ghost stories that seemed legend. You loved trying to find facts over rumors with regards to each town’s Boo Radley. And now, it seemed like it was time to discover the truth about your very own Boo Radley.

You had been missing home lately, and had been planning a visit to the small town you had grown up in. You left as soon as you graduated high school, wanting to get away from the people who had made your life mundane, all whilst making something of your life. You had decided, during your trip home, that you would do a story on the Weeping Manor, the large home that stood on the outskirts of your hometown.

It was, according to the older generation, originally a boarding house for miners that would travel to the area. Sometimes railroad workers would stay there, but it was mostly people looking to get rich quick on the gold nuggets found within the area.

Everyone had grown up with the stories, how the original owners had come home to find their lover dead at the bottom of the grand staircase, or how they killed her themselves when she could not choose between them. Your personal favorite, the one your grandmother told you, was that they were demons who had thrown their life away to be with their love, and how the angels had killed her in retaliation.

As a child, your romantic heart had loved the story of forbidden lovers and had requested the tale every night you stayed with your grandmother. She would always smile at you, a twinkle to her eye as she spoke. She would speak with such conviction that you never would have realized the story wasn’t true if you didn’t share tales with the other kids at school.

“All stories hold truth, it’s all about whether you are brave enough to find it or not.” Those were the words she always told you when you confronted her about her “lies”. They are also the words you live by, constantly searching for the truth in every story you hear.

You were currently on a plane home to Sacramento, the nearest airport to your hometown at least two hours north of the bustling state capitol. You were lucky enough to get the window seat, and no one else in your aisle. The empty wine glass sat on the table in front of you, your notebook in hand as you tried to write out everything you knew or could remember about the Weeping Manor. You also tried to plan what your next steps would be.

Primary sources would be on the list first, hoping your town’s library still held any firsthand accounts of when it was a boarding house. Then, you would need to find the current owners of the manor and hope they would allow you to tour the building or see any of their handed down documents that might not be already within the library’s records.

It was a long process to endure, but you loved it. You loved doing research and digging into records. It was like having history underneath your own fingertips. It was an honor for you.

“Miss, can I get you another glass?” You were startled out of your thoughts, turning to the curious stewardess as she glanced at your open notebook.

“Oh uh, no thank you.” You smiled politely, not liking when anyone tried to glance over your shoulder. You closed your notebook before she could question anymore and watched as she nodded and continued down the aisle.

You had about three hours left of your flight, and knew your uncle was probably already at the airport waiting for you. Your uncle was the only family left in the state, everyone moving on and away from the small mountain town.

“Better opportunities” they claimed, as if they never wanted to leave in the first place.

It’s not like you were any different though, but you appreciated your uncle and how he stayed to take care of your grandmother. You helped out whenever you could, sending money for food or heat, or even helping to buy your uncle a new car to better help your grandma get around in.

You uncle was a stout man in his late forties, your dad’s younger brother who loved to joke around and helped you play pranks on your family when you were younger. He was known as the ‘fun uncle’ and raised his two children the same. You loved when you got to spend time with them, but now, your cousins had their own families and lived in separate states. Your uncle visits them twice a year, spending a couple weeks with each child when he can.

He was the man you wish your father could have become, had he not passed when you were a baby. You grew up with your single mother, doing her damned best to take care of and raise you. She worked multiple jobs for as long as you could remember, and always did her best to attend every single one of your school’s award ceremonies.

Exhaustion

That was what the doctor ultimately decided for her cause of death. You had tried to wake her up, thankful she had finally gotten some rest; she wouldn’t wake up.

It took a long time for you to even think about your mom after she passed, instead pushing yourself into your work to make sure your family would be taken care of and would never have to worry about working again. Even now, your family tried to get you to rest, to take a vacation of sorts, but you just couldn’t.

Your aunts and cousins always asked when you would be having your own children, when they would meet your significant other. You just laughed, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. Your grandmother would always just tell you that your fate was written in the stars, mimicking something your mother told you.

You just never realized the old bat knew the truth. That she knew more than she was letting on.

-*-*-

“Get your ass over here and give me a damn hug!” You didn’t hold back a grin as you watched your frail grandma run down her front steps and practically jump into your arms, ignoring her own words.

You squeezed her as tight as you could without hurting her, pouring all your love for her into the small show of affection. She squeezed you back twice as hard, her hands rubbing up and down your back as she got on her tip toes and kissed you on the cheek. You could feel a slap to your back before she pulled away, a grin on her lips.

“You are getting too old. You need to give me some grandbabies.” She offhandedly states, not waiting for a reply as she walks slowly back into the house. You stare at her wide eyed, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

You and your uncle look at each other, a laugh bubbling from your throat as he rolls his eyes and mocks her. “I saw that, William!” Her yell sounds from the kitchen, shocking you both and making you move as quickly as you can to grab your bags and go into the house.

You make your way to the room you grew up in, the walls a light shade of purple with the same fairy lights your mother said would make the monsters stay away hung from the bed frame. She gave you those after your father passed away, claiming they would keep you safe.

“I told you that old bat didn’t change anything.” You uncle’s voice came from behind you, moving around you to put your suitcase on the bed for you to deal with later.

“You were always her favorite. The second I moved out she turned my room into a library.” He scoffed, a hidden laugh under his breath. “When your aunt moved out, she threw a party.” That had you laughing, imagining the look on your aunt’s face as she left.

“Yeah, well aunty Laura was always the one that everyone claimed would send grandma into an early grave.” Your aunt Laura was the baby and was about 7 years younger than your uncles, and about twice as rebellious. She now lives in LA and has her own record label, according to your cousin.

“That’s for sure…” He paused, looking around the room until he landed on the stuffed animals in the center of your pillows. “She’s worried about you, you know. She keeps talking about something coming, that you need to be told.” You narrow your eyebrows at his words, wondering what the heck your grandma was so worried about.

“The doctors say she is in the beginning stages of dementia, but she swears up and down she is as sane as God. Don’t know how that is supposed to calm me down.” Your uncle rolls his eyes again, before making a swirling motion above his head, causing a large grin to grow on your lips.

“Anyways, I’ll let you get settled. Mama’s in there cooking up some deer meat Peter brought over.” You nodded, your uncle not wasting another second before leaving your room, closing the door behind him.

You turn back around, not wasting a second before sitting on the middle of your bed and pulling your laptop out of your carry on. Now that you were home, you could start writing your research notes. You grabbed your small, leather notebook out of your bag as well, pulling out your to do list as well as the list of things you remember or already know about the manor.

You had two pages already filled out, mainly just what legends you remember along with facts about the manor, like the address and any known affiliates associated with the upkeep of the “historical landmark”. The first name that popped up was a Jim Kelly, the assistant to the owner of the property, who is the main person everyone goes through with regards to the manor.

According to the emails you’ve been sending back and forth, the building and surrounding property is owned by the Kim family and has been under their possession since it was built. It is inherited by the first-born son in each generation, and his current employer is the most recent owner.

You had been trying for a week now to make an appointment to talk to Mr. Kim, but he seems to be almost unreachable to the public. He handles all business through Mr. Kelly, giving the man almost full control of the property.

Scratching that off your list for now, you decide you are going to go to the library first thing in the morning, see what information or records you could find there. Who knows, maybe Mrs. Shay is still the librarian and will let you into the back room where the closed off records are located.

You sit on your bed thinking and planning until your grandma comes knocking on your door, claiming she’ll have your behind if you don’t come and eat dinner right now. Which leads you to where you are now, sitting across from your grandma as you ask her about the legends again.

“Why do you want to hear that story again? You haven’t wanted to hear it in years.” She had her eyes narrowed, your lips turned down as she watches your face, looking for any tell you could give.

“Please grandma. I—” You close your eyes as you are interrupted, your grandmother apparently not done with her scolding.

“Don’t give me that. You haven’t been having any dreams, have you? Don’t you lie to me Y/n.” Your brows knitted in confusion, wondering what she meant by having dreams.

Your grandma froze, your uncle bringing his head to rest in the palms of his hands, a small groan leaving his lips. A slap from your grandma has him straightening, moving to grab your plates and bring them into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember much about that house. Just that it still exists and that the building is getting slowly renovated.” With that, you watch your grandma stalk back to her room down the hallway, slamming her door as she closes it.

“Did I ask something wrong?” You ask yourself, not knowing what made your grandma so upset that she walked away and slammed her door. She’s never done that, not even when your aunt Laura lived at home. Moving to get up, you are stopped by a hand on your shoulder, your uncle looking at you with a glint of worry and…something else in his eye.

“Sit.” You nod, sitting back down as he moves to sit in the seat your grandma was previously occupying.

“Listen, I don’t know what is truth and what is fiction.” Your uncle started, looking even more worn down than when his youngest moved out of the home.

“Stories about Weepin’ have been goin’ around longer than even mama’s been around. The most common legend is the one mama’ told us and you guys when we were all younger.” You nod, remembering the time you and your cousins all sat around grandma as she sat in her chair and captured our attention with the stories.

“Apparently, seven men moved down here during the miner movement, and fell in love with one of the town’s few single women. A nurse who worked in the tents helping injuries that came from the mines. It was love at first sight, some even called them soulmates. However, not everyone minded. A lot of the men were jealous and the few other women were envious of her for nabbing the seven men.” You don’t remember this from grandma’s story and wonder where he heard this part.

“A couple months into the relationship, the men struck gold, literally, even helping to build most of the older buildings in town. They built Weepin’ Manor with her in mind, tons of rooms and even a library. During this time, unfortunately, a lot of bodies were turning up, some saying drained of blood, others saying their bodies were torn apart. No one really knows. But the blame was put on the seven men.”

“People claimed they were working with the devil, Demons come to take advantage of the sin of gold. Tales of screams heard from inside the manor. Well, one day, someone claimed they saw one of the men feeding from a traveler in the woods behind the mine’s entrance. The town grew outraged,” Your eyes were wide as you listened to the story your uncle was telling. He seemed serious as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“When the men left town for the day, some of the townsmen stormed the manor, not thinking they would have left their woman behind. When they returned, she was found dead, her throat slit and her stomach stabbed through into the mattress. The found her with the knife still lodged in her abdomen.” You moved your hand to cover your mouth in shock, hearing this version for the first time. You couldn’t believe the whole town would turn against this family like that. That they could kill one of their own so violently just for being there.

It made you unbelievably angry.

“The seven men were so distraught, they are said to have burnt the entire town to the ground, the only buildings left somewhat unscathed were the library and the old apothecary, buildings which their lover helped build. After the town was burnt, the men are said to have killed themselves, unable to take the grief of their loss.” You take notes in your mind, trying everything you could to remember the entirety of the story, swearing to yourself you would write it down as soon as you got to your notebook.

“It was dubbed Weepin’ manor by the locals around 1880, some…. Forty years after the town was rebuilt. Folks said they heard people crying in there, even claimed they saw the spirits of the men. But nothing was ever proven.” Your uncle stopped, looking at you with something you didn’t recognize… guilt maybe? It was completely unlike him, so out of character you were becoming increasingly worried.

Before you could ask if he was alright, your uncle was shooting up and out of his seat, exclaiming that he was beat and he was going to bed. He came over and kissed your forehead, before walking down the same hallway your grandmother’s room is on.

Your head was hurting, everything happening so quickly you were now in the dining room alone, stuck with your thoughts. You had never heard that version of the legends before, and with the way your uncle was talking, it seemed as if he knew the truth. Like he actually believed in what he was telling you.

Getting up from your seat, you slowly made your way to your room, despite the urgency you felt, and opened your notebook again to write down everything your uncle told you. It took you over an hour, making sure you wrote down every single detail, no matter how important it seemed. It took over 12 pages in your notebook, and a couple things underlined to look for in the records tomorrow.

You spent the entire night going over the story, trying to pick out anything that seemed off, or didn’t match the research you had already done prior to coming home. Something about the story was pulling at your insides, like it wasn’t the entire story. You could feel your heart clawing at your chest, the pain making you pause in your thoughts.

It was like something was stabbing you, the pain making its way into your back and having you bite your tongue to prevent crying out and possibly waking your family.

You were frantic in trying to close the curtains, praying to the gods that they would leave your family alone. You had done everything you could, helped so many of your neighbors. You tried to move forward to the staircase, but the corner of the door caught the bottom of your dress, making you pause to remove the cloth.

“Come now, Ellie. You will be safe if you come with us.” You heard the mayor, Michael, say through the front door. Your movements became even more frantic, choosing to rip the cloth instead of trying to fight the door.

You raced up the steps and into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind you right as you heard the front door being broken down. Yelling tore through the bottom floor, glasses being smashed, a particular vase you loved, as it was a gift from…being thrown to the ground, causing a sob to leave your lips.

“Ellie darling. They can’t mind control you any longer.” The footsteps moved up the stairs as you hid under the bed, hand over your mouth to she couldn’t hear you cry. A whimper tore through your lips as the door was thrown open, a laugh sounding throughout the room.

The pain in your chest was gone, your heart beating fast as you tried to breathe through the onslaught of tears. You were overcome with emotions: fear, pain, agony, and love. Like they were your own emotions, but you had no reason to feel this way. The… vision you had was just that, a vision. You were probably so sleep deprived that you had a hallucination of some sort.

The only thing that was weird was that it was like you were there, experiencing everything as if it was going on now. You could still hear the echoes of the things smashing from below you. Could hear the laughter of that man in your ears as the fear filled your lungs. Ellie. You wonder if it was short for something, maybe Elizabeth?

Another note made in your notebook, writing down the description of your hallucination. Another 5 pages written down. You felt that your hallucination was somehow connected to the manor, even if it didn’t make any sense.

Deciding it was a good time to sleep, you put your notebook down. You didn’t want another lifelike hallucination, and if sleeping kept them away, you would sleep. You took your suitcase and bag off your bed, placing them at the edge, and climbed under your covers, before turning your bedside lamp off and trying to sleep.

-*-*-

“She’s finally back.” The man spoke, his body stood in the trees behind the small house. His view was of your sleeping body, rested against your pillows and the stuffed animal he sent your mother when you were little.

A smile was rested on his lips as he watched you sleep; his protective instincts finally being soothed after having you in his sights after so long.

“I was surprised when Jimmy told us she had messaged him, asking about the manor. I wonder if the dreams have started back up again?” The first man turned his head, smirking at the younger who approached from behind, intertwining their hands together.

“They don’t seem to be dreams this time around. She thinks she is hallucinating.” A click to his tongue sounds out as you shift in your sleep, clutching at the teddy bear making his undead heart warm.

“Joon says he is going to have Jimmy email her tomorrow about a meeting. He doesn’t want to waste any time in having her again. That old bat already kept her from us once, he doesn’t want it to happen again.” The older man quirks his head, listening to the bitter tone his younger mate held. The contempt for the old women palpable as he looks at his mate.

“We won’t have to worry about her, or him this time. They know what will happen if she is kept from us again.” Both men’s eyes flash red, their reflection against your window showing the veins creeping up their eyes at the remembrance of you leaving town the first time.

“She won’t be able to hide from us again.” Turning around and back into the tree line, the younger steals once last glance at your sleeping form before letting himself be dragged into the trees, food being the only thing on his mind once again as he let the feeling of the hunt take over once more.

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