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volinare · 11 months
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All the stuffies I have
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#the bear is the only one I have left from my actual childhood#All the rest got lost in moves or I gave them to my little siblings#I had a velvet rabbit from my mom.... another rabbit#A duck. A small cat that my memaw made from a pattern on the back of a stuffing back (saddest about that one)#A sheep thats like those old fashioned bottle holders your apparently not supposed to use (i dont think they ever actually used it to hold#my bottles)#and a build a bear rabbit that my dad got for me when my parents sent me to visit my cusins for a week while getting divorced#BUT these are the ones I have now! plus a whole bunch of crocheted#Not pictured: a bunch of mini crochet nightmare before christmas dolls my grandma made#I took a picture with them in it but they arnt showing up#zero (who i keep wanting to call pluto for some fucking reason) is in my car#The bear my dad gave me. idk when. when i was like 7 or so? i think?#the fish my dad gave me.... I think for my 13th? it may have been my 14th or 15th.#The triceratops my ex got for himself but i asked him if i could have it when we broke up and he said 'sure'#the penguin was when my grandma first started her crocheting endeavors and messed up the pattern#it was originally for my sister but she was really little and it scared her so i adopted him#his name is herbert (the rest dont really have names... whoops)#The small dinosaur also plays music and like sways a little when you wind it up. i got it at good will abecause it fucking called to me#like it was not an option to not buy that little fucker#The dragon is weighted and my ex got it for me because he had a dragon by the same company and one of our alters was like. obsessed with it#and the the non-crocheted penguin i got today. from a sort of fuck buddy to fwb situation#I was giving him my old phone because his broke so i think he felt bad? and so he gave me the penguin#It like. freaked me out a little#and i guess he could tell because he was like ' hes cute. he's a nice guy'#and thats my entire stuffed animal history#edit: oh i guess the picture did have my night mare before christmas ones. arnt they cool!!! she makes a lot of little dolls like this.
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opposums-love-arson · 6 months
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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis
Okay so basically let's just cut to the chase, the main character "(y/n)" is Sidney Prescott's little stepsister, yeah? Well, what happens when she takes Sid's place as the final girl? A whole lot. Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the copy righted owners of the Scream franchise. The only creative input I had in this fan fiction was the part of (y/n), almost everything else can be found in the movie. Follows the movie very closely. I mean the actual movie, not the script. Obviously switching out some parts to fit the narrative. It takes a couple of chapters to really get it kicking but I promise it gets good. *NO SMUT* these are still high school students and I do not want to overtly sexualize KIDS! And if you make the argument of "I'm not a kid" I'm 18 been there, done that, don't try it.
  "Hello, who is it?" I asked into the large telephone. 
"No one in particular..." Sounds like another one of the boys' prank calls.
"Okay Mr. No one in particular, any reason for the call?" 
"No reason in particular, just wanted to talk." 
"Hmm okay then talk," I said as I swiveled around in my chair.
"What's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy but oddly pitched voice asked. 
"Oh I've got plenty but you might want to sit down, it'll take a while." 
"I've got time." 
"Ya know, stuff like Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw. Then there's creature features like The Thing. B-horror like Slumber Part Massacre or Sleepaway Camp." I finally finish my rambling when I hear my step sister and her boyfriend in the other room. 
"Do you really like scary movies?" 
"Oh yeah definitely but I think it's mainly because of my step sister's friends?" 
"Oh yeah?" 
"Yeah, I mean I always liked horror but they really got me into it. Especially our friends Randy, Billy and Stu, they're crazy about that stuff!" I said as I flopped down onto my bed. 
"What's a pretty girl like you doing with all those guys?" 
"They're not a lot of guys, if anything it equals out our group," I said, completely avoiding the whole 'pretty girl' thing... that was kind of weird. 
Hearing a knock at my door completely startled me. 
"Oh um hey I have to go but feel free to call me back anytime," I whisper into the phone quickly placing it back on the body. 
It was obvious the person on the line was saying something before I hung up but I didn't bother to listen 
  In popped Neil's head from the other side of the door. "Hey kiddo who ya talking to?" He said as he looked around. "Hm? Oh no one, what's up Neil?" I asked, now back in my desk chair. Neil was a good guy, I'm glad he and my mom started dating, they actually just got engaged! I think I was more excited about it than my step sister, Sindey, she's still grieving. "Just got done talking to your sister, I'm going to hit the sack, remember I'm not back until sunday. Cash on the table and call if you need anything," He said waiting for me to say something. "Alright got it Neil, have fun at the expo!" I waved him off before he closed the door. 
  My mom and I didn't move to Woodsoro until she really started dating Neil. It's always just been her and I for as long as I can remember, but it feels good to be part of a complete family again. I missed our old home at first with all my friends and family but Sid quickly took me under her wing. I met all of her friends including Stu, Tatum, Randy and Sid's boyfriend Billy. I'll admit it was weird at first because they just saw me as the little step sister but once Randy and I went on a ranting debate about which was the real pioneer of Slasher; Texas Chainsaw or Black Christmas, it got a lot easier. Even though Stu and Billy were pretty cute I'll never be used to Stu's wild energy, nor Billy's slightly shady behavior.
  The next morning didn't go quite as expected... There were reporters, cameras, and news vans posted up all around school. Sid and I were freaked the moment we got off the bus. She was looking around bewildered by everything going on until we spotted one woman in particular, Gale Weathers. To say the least, Weathers was a total bitch towards Sid's mom's name. 
"Can you believe this shit?!" We heard a voice pop up from behind us. Sid totally jumped. 
"Tatum, what is going on?" Sidney asks, waving her arm out to the school. 
"Yeah, since when was Woodsboro flooded with reporters?" I looked over at Tatum, crossing my arms over my chest. 
"You don't know?" Tatum asked both of us, a hint of amusement on her face.
"No," Sid and I said in unison, still confused. 
"Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night," She said with a harsh but light tone just above a whisper. 
"What?! No way!" Sid softly exclaimed. 
I was too shocked to say a single word so I just listened. 
"And we're not just talking killed, we're talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open, from end to end," Tatum talked about it with entertaining ease, like it was just gossip. 
I think I'm going to be sick. 
"Casey Becker, she sits next to me in English," Sid said looking over at her best friend. 
I think you mean sat, Sid. I thought. 
"Not anymore," Said Tatum with a wobble of her head. 
She went on saying, "It's so sad, her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside." Shoving her hands near her stomach. 
"Oh my god," Sid said as she reached for the back of her neck, probably to feel the goosebumps that appeared. 
"Do they know who did it?" I finally asked, feeling the urge to know. 
The two looked over at me with Tatum saying, "Fucking clueless, I mean they're interogating the entire school? Teacher, students, janitors." 
"They think someone at school did it?" Sid asked
"They don't know, I mean Dewy was saying this is the worst crime he's seen in years. Even worse than-" Tatum paused when I nudged her side, "Well, it's bad." She finished. 
The bell signaling the start of the first period rang.
"C'mon Sid, we gotta get to class..." I said as I lightly grabbed her hand, giving it a slight reassuring squeeze. 
"Yeah, alright..." She responded, removing her hand from mine. She's just going through a lot right now. 
  Sitting through the first period is weird when you have a seat that was right behind a dead person. Not Casey Becker but Steve Orth. He'd ask me for a pencil or notes every day because he forgot his. Claimed it was because of football practice. Soon enough the five minute bell for next class rang. A class that didn't have any dead students.
  Walking to my locker to rotate my books I was blocked by none other than Stu Macher. 
"Hey, (y/n)," He drawled out my name with a big smile, "Whatcha up to?" 
"Getting my books Stu, same thing you should be doing." 
"C'mon, you're not still upset with me, are you?" He asked with a fake pout 
"Yeah actually I am Stu!" I shouted in a whisper 
"I couldn't help myself, I mean look at you?" He said as he squished my face. 
Swatting his hand away I said, "That's no excuse!" 
"You can be such a prude," he said as he leaned his head on my locker. 
"No, it's called being a good friend with a balanced moral compass that can see when her friend's boyfriend is about to cheat with her." I huffed as I slammed my locker door. 
"C'mon, (y/n)! You can't stay pissed forever! You'll come around eventually!" Stu shouted after me. 
"Like hell I will!" I shouted back. No matter how abundantly clear my feelings for him are, I would never do that behind Tatum's back.
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maniculum · 5 months
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Bestiaryposting Plan
So the poll is still running, but I think I'm safe in saying there's sufficient interest, so I'm going ahead and typing up a "how we're going to do this" thing, which I will schedule to post after the poll ends properly. As of the time I'm writing this, over 500 people have voted for the "yes I want to draw things" option, and I had been expecting to get maybe a dozen, so we definitely have enough participants. Let's get started then:
Our Source
I had originally planned to translate an Old or Middle English bestiary, but haven't been able to find a good one -- the best option I was able to dig up only has thirteen critters, which I feel like isn't enough to really have fun with. I was debating the idea of translating a Latin one -- this would have been far more time-consuming since my Latin is terrible, but also I do need to practice it, so I figured it evens out -- when I found a solution that doesn't involve me spending hours and hours on translating.
It seems that when Aberdeen University created their digitized version of the famous Aberdeen Bestiary, they released it under a Creative Commons license. (Assuming I'm reading their copyright policy correctly; I'm not a lawyer.) It does not seem to specify whether the transcriptions and translations they attach to the scanned images are also covered by Creative Commons, but since all of those are already freely available online through their website, I can't imagine they would have a problem with me posting them here as long as I provide attribution (which I am hereby doing right here on this post) and am not using it for commercial purposes (which I am not).
The Aberdeen Bestiary is missing a few pages, but there exists a very similar manuscript, the Ashmole Bestiary (they're sometimes called "sister" manuscripts), which is not missing those pages. And I happen to have a translation of the Ashmole Bestiary in hardcopy on my bookshelf, so I can just use it to fill in the gaps. Edit: whoops, the one I have is the Bodley Bestiary. They are in the same bestiary "family", though, so it still works well enough. (I think that should qualify as "fair use", since I'm only taking excerpts and not using them commercially.)
The upside of using the Aberdeen Bestiary is that it means when I round up all the art of each critter, I can include their very nice illustrations alongside the reveal of what animal was being described.
The downside of using the Aberdeen Bestiary is that since it already is free online, people might be tempted to "cheat" by looking up the entries and finding out what animal they describe. For that, please see the next section...
Guessing the Animal
Guessing what animal is being described is not the point of the exercise. (Feel free to have theories and whatnot, but please keep them to yourself so as not to influence the artists.) If you see an entry and think, e.g., "oh that's describing a raccoon"*, and then you create a picture of a raccoon... well, you could have done a perfectly good raccoon at any point and didn't need this framework to do it. So just don't worry about what animal is meant, and do your best to draw (or paint or stitch or whatever else) based on the description! You're not getting ranked on accuracy and there are no prizes forthcoming, so... just have fun with it.
*Example chosen as something that will, for obvious reasons, definitely not be in a 13th-century European bestiary.
Edit after starting to type these things up: some of these are going to be super easy to guess, though, to the point where I don't know how possible it'll be to block out prior knowledge. Sorry about that.
General Procedure
I'm going to schedule a post every Monday (I'm thinking of queuing them for 6pm Eastern Time) with a new entry. It will be the translation of an entry from the Aberdeen Bestiary with all references to the animal's name replaced by a randomly-generated nonsense word. (Henceforth to be referred to as "nonsense-names". I'm Googling* each one before using them so I don't accidentally generate one that actually means something.) These posts will all be tagged maniculum bestiaryposting, so you can follow that tag if you want to make sure you see them.'
*Later Note: Did you know that if you search dozens of nonsense words within a short span of time, Google makes you prove you're not a robot? Repeatedly?
Anyone who wants to draw the critter being described should do so. (You are encouraged to describe your thought process re: why you've depicted it the way you have.) You can put it in its own post, or reblog the description with an image, or however you want to do it. Then tag your art with the nonsense-name I've given to the animal.This will let me and others find it. (You should probably employ copy/paste there to make sure the spelling is the same, since nonsense words are hard to spellcheck.)
A week after posting the bestiary entry, I'll go through that tag and round up all of the art contributed. Then I'll put the images in a big post (or series thereof, considering how many people might participate), along with an @ and a link to your original post.
If you want...
to not have your work included in the round-up post
to have only a link to your post included and not an image
to have me include a link to your website / other social media / etsy shop in addition to or instead of your tumblr
to have other information included alongside your work
anything else along those lines
... then just say so in your post and I will follow your instructions to the best of my ability.
I will also include, at the end of the round-up post, an image of the creature as depicted in the Aberdeen Bestiary and what it is actually called.
All posts I make on this will be collected at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting so that people can look at previous ones without scrolling through the tag.
Various Notes
I'm going to trim out any religious digressions in the original entries -- bestiary authors had a habit of adding stuff like "and the raccoon is symbolic of god in such-and-such fashion, which teaches us...", and I just don't think that's relevant here.
The entries will also be presented in a random order. This is because they're sorted into categories in the original text, so if I don't change the order we're going to get stuck with, e.g., a few months of All Birds All The Time.
You should all be aware that the animals described are not guaranteed to be, you know, real. There are several entries describing animals that straight up do not exist -- some of which are mythical creatures familiar to most people, others of which are extremely obscure.
Explanations of the animal's name within the entries will be redacted.
If other animals are mentioned within the entries, they will not get replaced with nonsense-names. Originally, I was going to make the switch globally, so that if, e.g., the entry for "raccoon" read "a raccoon is about the size of a possum", and the random generator had decided that a raccoon was a balzikhear and a possum was a flunggrish, the "raccoon" entry would now read "a balzikhear is about the size of a flunggrish". However, I decided that it will cause more problems than it solves to obscure any comparisons to other animals -- so the name-switch is now localized only to the specific entry. A possum is a flunggrish only in its own entry, and remains a possum everywhere else.
I was originally going to do one post for every single entry, but there are a lot of them and they vary wildly in length & quality. So I've cut it down to exactly 52 posts, meaning that if I queue them up for once a week, this will run for roughly a full year.
Most of that cutting-down mentioned above was done by combining a bunch of the really short entries into categories -- the last half-dozen posts in this series will be group entries. You can choose to make art of any of them that strike your fancy, or do a group portrait, or just ignore them --I dunno, I'm not a cop, do what you want.
I did also directly cut some, mostly domesticated animals because there's a somewhat different approach to them based on author and audience familiarity.
So yeah, that should cover everything.
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urrockstar-xe · 1 year
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tears, panic, noise. - c.m x platonic!fem!reader
posted april 13th, 2023 12:55 am
anon asked: Prompt 50 with platonic chad meeks martin x fem!reader where reader and Chad are in mindy and Anikas place in the ladder scene and when it gets to their turn to cross the ladder Chad's like "that's going to be a problem" and readers like "that's a fucking understatement" because she was stabbed like Anika, (you can choose if reader dies or not.)
okay so i did my absolute best, i actually rlly like it ngl. i'm new at gorey stuff so sorry if it isn't up to your standards but i like how this turned out and i hope you do as well <3 xx
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You don’t know how you ended up in this situation, actually, you did, having insisted you’d spend the night with your friends no matter who was trying to kill them. But you never expected to be locked inside Quinn’s room watching your friend’s older sister climb across a ladder to the next-door neighbor’s apartment while Ghostface was actively trying to get in.
You assumed Tara, Mindy, and Anika had all got out of the apartment when the chasing started, or at least that’s what you had hoped happened but you couldn’t think about that right now, all you could think about was the burning sensation in your stomach as you sat on the blood covered bed.
Chad turned to you explaining how he was going to crawl across first so that he could grab you the second you made it to the other side. He watched as you stood up and stood beside him while hugging yourself. 
Looking out as Sam was pulled through the window by Danny, Chad looked back at you before speaking again, “This might be a problem” You scoffed looking up at your best friend,
“That’s a fucking understatement” You winced once more before he began climbing out of the window, carefully focusing on Sam and Danny instead of the ground.
Finally, he came through the window as you took your hands off of your stomach. You felt them tremble, wiping off any blood on the back of your jeans before beginning to climb onto the ladder.
You could barely hear Sam and Chad as they yelled across to you, too focused on trying to subdue the pain you felt with deep breathing exercises.
But you didn’t miss the way they started yelling more urgently, you knew what this meant. There was only one reason they’d react like that. But you can’t look back now. You can’t risk it.
Tears flooded your vision, making everything even hazier than it already was as you tried not to stop moving, shakily grabbing onto the next step.  
Panic filled your body as you felt somebody yank on the ladder, causing it to move from under you. You tightened your grip as you looked at Chad who was pleading with you to hold on. You muttered a string of curse words as you carefully went to keep going, just as Ghostface began violently shaking the ladder.
You gasped when you almost lost your grip, you no longer heard the screams from your friends, or the sounds the ladder made as it moved. Everything slowed down, the only thing you heard now was your rapid breaths. Pleading with yourself in your head to just hold on.  
You closed your eyes just as everything came back. The screaming, the shaking, the sobbing.
You heard Danny yell at you to duck and just as you did he threw an old baseball through his window and into Quinn’s hitting Ghostface in the chest, maybe he decided it wasn’t worth it, or maybe he got annoyed, you didn’t know and you didn’t care all you care about is the shaking stopped. 
And you kept going, and after what felt like forever but was no more than 30 seconds, Chad pulled you through, and Danny dropped the ladder out of the window. 
You all watched as Ghostface stomped out of the bedroom, leaving you alone in the sound of heavy breathing and 911 talking through Danny’s phone.
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monaco, baby [cn, jmc]
Maybe not your usual relationship, but still a good one ;)
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Monaco
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yourusername oh monaco, oh monaco tagged clementnovalak, juanmanuel, alice.blows
posted june 15th, 2023
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yourusername alternate caption was definitely 'my boyfriend and his boyfriend who is also my boyfriend' jamesharveyblair i reaaaally though marcus was going to spill this one
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snootysnoots · 6 months
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-That's A Pretty Big Knife You Got There, Want To Put It Somewhere?-
General dating HC's with Micheal Myers
A/n: Happy Friday the 13th! Just ignore the fact I haven't posted in a month, senior year is wild. Also, I would have added Jason but I haven't seen the Friday 13th movie series...I will tonight but I'll probably be too tired to write anything, so have another slasher daddy. Also, thank my beloved sister @88baker for the ideas.
Warning: It's Micheal Myers, slightly NSFW, but nothing to big, and no proofreader, I have Grammarly and God by my side, both making sure I don't fuck up and if I do...Well, I'll go speak to God personally about it.
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Micheal Myers
You both probably meet in an awkward way. He's covered in blood a few inches away from stabbing you and you're here...vibing. It was love at first sight...It only took a while for it to take effect, but it happened and now you have a murderous boyfriend. Yay.
Dating Micheal is a rollercoaster, it's a new experience for him. He also doesn't have the best interpretation of romance, so it's gonna be challenging. But he does his best to show you he cares and loves you in his own way.
Micheal will most definitely steal from his victims for you. You need money, ok, here's a victim's wallet. You need some ingredients for lunch, ok, here's some ingredients from their pantry. He also steals some of their finer things, such as jewelry, clothing, stuffed animals (if you're into that), and flowers. Flowers are rare for him to steal though, he normally just picks them off from the ground. He does it all to please you.
Micheal does cook or clean, so you have to do that. Micheal could learn, but he prefers your cooking and likes the way you clean. As I stated in the last bullet point, he definitely steals ingredients for you. Give him a grocery list and he'll make sure to check off every box. He likes to watch you cook to, especially when you're going to use a knife. He gets heart eyes.
If you ever asked Micheal to eliminate anyone, he'll do it. But he gets turned on by the idea of you covered in blood. He won't take you out to murder with him, no, he'll bring the victim to you. He'll restrain them from moving and just watch you as you stab the victim, mesmerized by it all.
Micheal doesn’t know how to revive affection, he’s been alone for most of his life so affection doesn’t come easy to him. He starts small, touching your shoulder, moving that one piece of hair from your face and putting it behind your ear. He slowly works he’s way to bigger physical touch, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your forehead. He enjoys being held by you, makes him feel safe and it shows how much he trust you. He also enjoys it the other way, knowing you’re safe in his arms brings him joy.
For obvious reasons, Micheal can't take you out. But he tries to make up for that. Either having a movie night or dinner indoors. Unless you want to be a risk-taker and take him outside anyway, then he'll put on a disguise (he murdered a man and stole his outfit). And he won't leave your side the entire time, he's glued on you. Arms over your shoulder, arms on your waist, holding your hand. He's surprisingly affectionate in public. Probably since this is the only time he gets to show the world that you're his, in his own little way.
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kidstemplatte · 6 months
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my everything
pairing: terzo/fem! reader
summary: you and terzo welcome your son into the world, introducing him to your daughter and the rest of the emeritus family.
(check out my masterlist to hear more about stories involving violetta and dad terzo! message at the end as per usual. please enjoy!)
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On October 13th at 11:57 pm, your son Vincenzo Everett Emeritus , or simply, Vinnie, was born. The process went smoothly, with your loving husband Terzo by your side at each second, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you powered through the pain. He never failed to be blown away by you and your strength. Having a daughter already amped up his feminist game a hefty amount, but seeing you give birth twice raised the stakes even more. He loved his two girls more than anything. You were the light of his life, the reason he woke up in the morning, what motivated him to become a better husband, father, brother, son, and person. But he had to admit, he was thrilled to be having a son. It was expected of the Emeritus family to produce an heir, but he wanted to make it very clear to his son that his existence was not one that came about as a result of expectations, but love.
As the nurse placed your newborn into your arms, you felt a sense of euphoria that you did not get to experience after your first birth; your daughter was rushed out of the hospital room before you could even catch sight of her. There was no other feeling like holding your son for the first time. It was like every emotion into the world had flooded your senses all at once; joy, anger, sadness, grief, confusion, excitement. It was a beautiful sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your soul was aching with nothing but love for the baby in your arms. He was so small, so precious, so perfect. Teeny tiny. You wondered if he would share his height with his Papa. Black hair barely visible on the top of his head, his cheeks rosy and supple.
And just as you thought he couldn’t become even more perfect, he opened his eyes for the first time. His right eye was a hazy green, his left a ghostly white. You nearly gasped.
“Terzo, Terzo- look.”
You passed your baby into your husband’s arms, and as Terzo looked his son in the eyes for the very first time, tears welled up in the eyes they both shared.
“Hi. Hi, little one.” He choked out. “Your Papa loves you very much.” Terzo held a finger out above his son and watched in awe as the newborn wrapped his tiny hand around it.
“He loves you already.” You said, a weary smile draped on your face.
“I’m afraid I might love him more. And that I always will.”
You two sat in silence for a moment as he gazed upon the new life you had created.
“Y/N?” he said.
“Terzo?”
“You are incredible.”
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“You did this.” He said, his gaze returning to his son in his arms.
“Having a baby? I don’t know. I mean, people do it every day.”
“That does not make it any less amazing.” He remarked, a twinkle in his eye.
“But you’re amazing too. You deserve some credit. You’ve been here for me this whole time.” You replied, honestly.
“You are so sweet. But please, take this, amore mio.”
“Okay. Thank you.” You said, finally accepting his praise.
“Thank you, cara mia. For being my everything. The best wife and mother ever to exist.”
“I love you.” You said tenderly to your husband.
“I love you too.”
“Hi, Vinnie.” You whispered as Terzo placed him back into your arms, where he rested comfortably on your chest.
He let out an adorable little gurgle, as if he was trying to say “Hi” back.
“Are you excited to meet your family? Your sister is so excited to meet you, little Vinnie.” You cooed at your son, eagerly awaiting your discharge from the hospital, longing to bring him home.
•✧•
Meanwhile, Violetta and her Uncle Copi sat together on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new baby. One thing about Violetta: She loved asking questions. Questions that were sometimes best left unanswered.
“Uncle Copi?”
“Si?”
“Where do babies come from?”
“Eh…” Copia, not quite sure how to respond to this question, awkwardly trailed off. “I, uh…”
“You don’t know?”
“Well, eh, I’m not sure.”
“Who knows then?” she carried on.
“Only Satan himself, I suppose.”
“Oh. Okay.” That seemed to satisfy her. “Uncle Copi?”
“Si?”
“Do you think I will be a good big sister?”
“You? You, my little flower, will be the best big sister. Best niece, best daughter, and now, the best sister.”
“You’re the best uncle ever.”
“Aw, thank you, Violetta.” He said, his heart nearly melting. “But do not forget your Zio Primo and Secondo. They love you very much. They are the best uncles too.”
“Yes. Primo is nice. Secondo is funny. Not very smiley though.” She said, mimicking his permanent frown.
“That is a very good impression.” Copi chuckled. “You are a very funny girl.”
“Uncle Copi?” she repeated.
“Si?”
This was not a question, but a statement.
“You’re my best friend.” She said.
Copia smiled, tears threatening to escape his painted eyes.
“And you are mine.” He returned.
“Forever?” Violetta held out her pinky finger, which was equivalent to a swear. In toddler language, as well as Copia’s.
“Forever. I promise.” The Cardinal swore, latching his pinky finger onto hers to form a sacred pinky promise.
“Good.”
Suddenly the doorknob rattled, making Violetta immediately jolt up in her seat.
“I think they are here, Violetta…” Copia smiled.
The door opened, Terzo entering the quarters with a baby carrier in hand, you following behind.
“Here, let me help you.” Copia said, standing up and walking over to assist you and Terzo.
Terzo handed the baby carrier to his brother, and held the door open for you, as you were still recovering. Violetta was so excited at the sight of her parents she just about leaped off of the couch, running to greet her Mama and Papa.
“Mama! Papa!” Your daughter squealed.
“Oh, la mia stellina, how we missed you.” Terzo said, scooping his daughter up and kissing all over her face as she giggled.
“Mommy! Hi, Mommy!” she said, waving to you as she sat in Terzo’s arms.
“Hi, baby.” You said. “Come here.”
You joined them, wrapping your arms around your daughter and husband, kissing her on the forehead before sharing a quick peck with your husband.
Meanwhile, Copia sat beside his nephew. He peered into the carrier, heart seeping with joy as he looked at the newborn.
“Violetta, say hi your fratellino, Vinnie.” Terzo said, gently setting her down.
Violetta trotted over to the couch, standing in front of her baby brother.
“Be very gentle, okay, principessa?” Terzo said.
“Yes, Papa.” She nodded. The little girl’s face lit up with glee as she peeked at the infant under the pile of blankets.
“He’s so small.” she observed. “And cute.”
Suddenly, Vinnie began to open his little eyes.
And that was the moment Violetta met eyes with her baby brother for the first time, his green and white-
Wait.
Violetta then made a revolutionary discovery.
Mouth agape, Violetta exclaimed, “They don’t match!” Violetta excitedly looked from Vinnie’s eyes and then to her Papa’s, and back to her baby brother. “They match!” she exclaimed, pointing from Vinnie to her father. “They match because they don’t match! Uh…” Violetta rambled, uncertain of how to explain her revelation.
“Yes, Violetta.” you laughed. “He has the same eyes as your Papa.”
Violetta turned to her uncle, eager to explain this phenomenon to him.
“Uncle Copi, look! They-“
Wait.
His eyes also matched. They didn’t match. They matched because they didn’t match. They all matched. Because they didn’t match. Which made them match.
“You match!” She proclaimed to her uncle. “Because- because they-“
She was so cute.
“Your Papa, Uncle Copi, and Vinnie all have the same mismatched eyes. Isn’t that amazing?” You assisted her.
“Yeah!” She chirped. “But why don’t I?” she said, slightly dejected, but mostly confused.
“Because your eyes match your Mommy’s.” Terzo explained.
“No way! We match, Mommy!” she exclaimed, looking up at you, before looking back down at her brother. “Hi Vinnie,” She whispered. “I’m Violetta. I’m your big sister”
Taking a seat on the couch, you reached inside the carrier to hold your son.
“There we go.” You said, cradling him to your chest. “Hi, baby.”
Violetta crawled beside you on the couch, before Terzo picked her up and sat in her spot, placing her on his lap as she giggled.
You all sat on the couch for a bit, before hearing a knock on the door.
“Oh. That must be Primo and Secondo.” Copia announced, walking to the door and opening it.
“Ciao, fratelli!” Terzo mused, waving at his brothers. “Come say hello to your nephew!”
“And me!” Violetta chimed in.
“Hello, Violetta. How is your baby brother doing?” Primo said, walking over to the couch as he ruffled his niece’s hair.
“Good! He’s so cute. I love him so much.” she gushed.
“Molto bene.” He said, smiling and looking down at his nephew in your arms. You are right, he is very cute. Congratulations, you two.” He said, gazing to you and Terzo.
“Thank you, Primo.” you responded, as Secondo stood beside him.
“I see he has the signature green and white eyes as well.” Secondo remarked.
“Yeah!” Violetta jumped in, excitedly looking her Uncle Secondo in his eyes. “Isn’t it cool-“
Wait.
Before she could even continue, you, Terzo, and Copia started laughing.
“Yes, Violetta, all their eyes match.” You explained once again. “And Primo’s do too.”
“Oh. I get it.” She replied.
“I brought some things for you and Vinnie, no need to open them now, I placed them by the door.” Primo informed you, gesturing to a basket sitting on a nearby coffee table.
“Oh, thank you so much!” You said to him.
He nodded with a soft grin.
You really were lucky to be part of such a loyal family.
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After putting Violetta to bed and Vinnie in the crib beside you, Terzo assisted you in getting into bed yourself, letting out a sigh of relief as you sat against the large pillows.
“How are you feeling, amore mio?” Terzo asked, sitting beside you and tracing his fingers up and down your arm.
You paused. You weren’t doing bad at all. In fact, you were doing well. But there was no doubt that you were flooded with emotions, the past 48 hours had been insane. You had a baby, for Satan’s sake. But that question always had a way of drawing tears out of you when you least wanted it to.
“… I’m okay.” You squeaked, your throat tightening up.
“Oh, tesoro, It’s okay. Come here.” He reassured you, as you fell into his arms, letting the tears come out.
“Sorry. It’s just, it’s a lot, you know.” You croaked.
“Yes, it is a lot. You are doing an amazing job. You are the best mother ever. The best wife ever.” He said, kissing you on the side of your head.
“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love you.”
“I love you too, cara mia.” He replied, wiping the tears from your face. “Let’s see what my brothers got for us, okay? I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he briefly exited the room and returned with the basket in hand.
The first thing you noticed was a jar of beautiful vibrant flowers, with a note attached, reading: “October birth flowers, Marigold and Cosmos.”
How sweet. You would be sure to put those in the nursery tomorrow. The care package was incredibly thoughtful, Primo had definitely put a lot of time in it. You looked through the basket, finding many lovely things: a candle, essential oils, body salve, to name a few. But what shocked you was a beige envelope, adorned not with Primo’s handwriting, but someone else’s, addressed to you. Not Terzo, just you. It must be Secondo. You figured he had already shared some words with Terzo previously. You opened the envelope to find a piece of parchment, covered in decadent cursive.
Y/N,
Congratulations on the arrival of your newest child. You are quite a remarkable person. Not only for being able to put up with my fratellino, but for making him so happy. I have never seen my brother light up the way he does when he speaks of you, Violetta, and now, Vincenzo. The light you bring does not go unnoticed. Let me know if you need anything throughout this journey. It is an honor to have you as a part of the Emeritus family.
-Secondo
Wow. That was a heartfelt note from someone as stern as Secondo. You smiled fondly at his kind words.
“What was that?” Your husband asked.
“Just a little note from Secondo.” You responded, placing it in your nightstand drawer.
Terzo smiled. “How nice.”
Terzo looked at you, his eyes beaming with love and adoration. He was so proud, so proud of you and the family you two had created, the life he now had that he didn’t even know was possible. One full of joy and love and contentment.
“Now, let’s get my beautiful wife some rest, shall we?”
“Yes please.” You agreed, utterly exhausted and sleep-deprived.
You turned off the lamp beside your bed, you two snuggling deep underneath the covers as you let out a soft noise while getting comfortable. Terzo whispered words of adoration in your ear as he knew you loved, gently stroking your hair as he laid beside you.
“I love you so much, mio angelo. The only angel I will ever believe in. My beautiful, sweet wife. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said, kissing your head between each proclamation.
“I love you too, Terzo.” You sleepily mumbled, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.
└── •✧• ──┘
YAYYYYY!!!
this took so long, it was longer than i thought it was going to be!!!
(violetta and vinnie have the same initials. isn’t that cute?)
and there’s more uncle copi in this!!!! aghhhh i can’t get enough of him!!😭
i hope you enjoyed, more dad terzo is coming as well as terzo/reader!!
i love you so much, thank you for reading!!!
<3, alice
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yulin-pop · 1 year
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⤷ ✧ Stupid siblings
Gender neutral
- order 46 | Scenario | Ace, Cater
Note: Ik cater has two sisters but it’s be too confusing to have two of them talking to him at the same time.
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Ace Trappola
He rolls his eyes as soon as his brother sits down next to him asking about his latest MagiCam post. It was a picture of you, Deuce, Grim, and himself.
He felt a little embarrassed since it was a stupid photo that Grim posted without his permission but he never took it down for some reason.
“Who’s that one hugging you? I know the blue haired one is Deuce but who’s that.”
The graduate asked.
“Why do you wanna know?” Ace asked, trying not to show his annoyance.
“I thought you could’ve possibly started dating again.”
“Eh?? Are you implying that—“
Honestly, the photo could be a bit misleading without context. You were all having a horror movie night. Though you were a bit of a scaredy cat.
You squeaked and covered your eyes with your arm. Deuce was too afraid himself to step in and be the gentleman.
Eventually, Ace caved in.
“Hey, if you’re scared. You can hold onto me.” Ace turned to you after you flinched for the 13th time. He felt bad after all.
You took him up on his offer and squeezed the hell out of his arm for the rest of the movie.
Ace explained the photo to his brother to debunk any thoughts in his head. “It doesn’t mean anything— They were just scared.” He quickly added
He stared back with a proud grin on his face. “What’s with that look on your face?”
“Oh, nothin’…” He chuckled then stood up.
“We’re just friends!” Ace shouted as he left the room.
Just friends. He shook his head and looked back at the photo. His face burned red. Dammit!
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Cater Diamond
He shut himself in his room for most of the break. There wasn’t much to do besides just visit Trey and others. Unsurprisingly, one of his sisters came to bother him about one of his posts he made before break started.
“Hey, little brother~! Who’s this?” She pointed at you in the photo. Cater begrudgingly sat up and looked over at her phone that was shoved in his face.
“Ah, that’s MC. They’re a friend outside of my dormitory.” Cater explained. He smiled to himself. He kind of did miss you. That picture was easily one of his favorites ever.
“A friend? Are you sure…” She asked, Cater tried to speak but then she continued, “I’m gonna miss this cutie </3 #Byebye #FavFreshman #breakup #JK I’m just going home for break.”
She recited from the caption with a laugh. Cater blushed and shook his head. “Close friend, huh? You could be honest with me!”
“No, we’re just friends.” He responded with a laugh of his own.
“Ooo why are you laughing!~ Oooo! You totally are dating! I’m gonna go tell everybody!” She jumped up and down and then left the room.
Cater exhaled and went to look at that photo of you two. He didn’t exactly mind the thought of it.
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all-4-wincest · 7 months
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Any fellow horror, movies fans out there besides me? Thought so. I have a quick question..
What’s the one horror movie that has changed your life forever? Like there’s just certain things you cannot do because you cannot get over what happened in that horror movie?
Mine you ask, the original Friday the 13th in 1980. Most notably, starring Kevin Bacon. What are the two things that I simply cannot do anymore because of that movie you ask?
1) I can’t go camping in a campground with log cabins. For whatever reason I can sleep in a tent with no problem, but I just can’t sleep in one of those cabins.
2) I also absolutely cannot sleep on the bottom bunk of the bunkbed. Top bunk is fine no problem. But if you’ve seen the way, Kevin Bacon bites it in the original Friday the 13th. You’ll understand why I can’t sleep on the bottom bunk.
Oh, and not that y’all don’t already knows that I am old, I was 14 years old at the time and it was my first ever horror movie in a theater. My 17-year-old sister let me I go with her and her friends to the theater to see it. And of course it was the 80s so we were all high when we went to see it.
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Just you know 7:30 in the morning questions after you haven’t slept at all.
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dimplesandfierceeyes · 11 months
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Silly 'First PatPran Sleepover' Fic
On Pat's 13th birthday, Pran ignores him. He may have saved Pa's life a few months ago, but that doesn't mean they are friends now. Even if they aren't exactly enemies either. Still, they've got appearances to keep up so Pran can't just be turning around and saying nice stuff like "happy birthday Pat" all of a sudden. So he ignores him. Which, at least, gives Pat a day off from having to fight him about something. Pran thinks that's a reasonable present for a not-enemy to give.
He's planning to ignore him all evening too, deliberately avoiding his bedroom window as he does his homework, but then he hears Pat saying his dad is taking him and his friends to a gaming arcade. Pran has never been to a gaming arcade. He's never been interested in them, but hearing Pat brag about his prowess on the shooting games makes Pran's interest instantly piqued.
How come Pat has never challenged him to an arcade game competition if he's so good at them? Pat would usually use any excuse to show off that he was better at Pran in something. Sure, it would be tricky to do without their parents, friends or anyone else seeing them, but Pran's irritated that Pat hasn't even tried.
Pran makes sure to ignore Pat extra hard for the rest of the day. He closes his curtains that evening so he doesn't have to see Pat's dark, empty room and get even more annoyed.
The next day is a Saturday, so Pran figures he's not going to have to look at Pat's frustratingly older face (by one week!) until Monday. He's wrong. To his horror, Pat crosses the rooftop straight after dinner to moan about the fact Pran didn't wish him happy birthday.
"And where's my gift?"
"Is your sister's life not good enough for you?"
"Hey!... Low blow..." Pat pouts and Pran tells himself he doesn't feel bad about it. He almost succeeds.
"We've never bought each other birthday gifts. Why would I start now?"
"Because we weren't in a truce before! Besides, it's not just any birthday. I'm THIRTEEN. I'm a teenager now."
Pran gives him an unimpressed expression, but Pat ignores it.
He flops down on Pran's bed.
"So what were you doing before I came?"
"Watching guitar lesson videos."
"You're learning guitar?"
"Yeah... well, hopefully. I told my dad that's what I want for my birthday but he said he and my mum would think about it."
"Why didn't you tell me?? I could have asked for a guitar too and we could have competed to see who learnt it first!"
"You're already learning drums, why do you need guitar as well?"
"Why not? Besides, guitar isn't hard. It's just..." He plays an air guitar aggressively.
Pran tuts. "Guitar isn't just the strumming part. You've got to learn the chords, too, you know."
Pat frowns, mouth twisting slightly. "It's still pretty simple. I could still pick it up faster than you."
"Watch a few videos first, then tell me you think it's simple."
"Go on then. Let's watch them."
"Wa-what?" Pran stares at him in surprise.
"Your videos, let's watch them. Then I'll tell you it's simple."
"You're ridiculous." Pran pulls a face but still goes to pick up his laptop. There's not anywhere for Pran to prop his laptop except on his lap so they arrange themselves lying down because the laptop screen doesn't bend far enough for them both to get a good view of the screen whilst sitting up without it inverting the image for one of them.
Pran expects Pat to get bored fairly quickly, but what he doesn't expect is for him to apparently get so bored that he falls asleep barely ten minutes in. Pran snickers, staring down at him. He could wake him up but surely it would be more embarrassing for Pat if he doesn't? How humiliating, to be snuggling into your not-rival's blankets, face mortifyingly soft and peaceful as your hand clutches endearingly at your not-foe's pillow.
Yes, definitely more distressing for Pat if Pran lets him sleep there a while longer. He puts his laptop on the floor by his bed and picks up a manga he's been reading so it'll be quieter - to extend Pat's embarrassment, of course.
He follows Pat into sleep barely half an hour later.
(He wakes up at dawn with his mouth just a few inches from Pat's. He is horrified to discover that he is not disgusted by the prospect of kissing it)
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streets-in-paradise · 7 months
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Hope - Clay Miller x Reader
Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot
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Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.
Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.
Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.
Tags: @drum-bot-brian
It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found. 
Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough. 
After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.  
“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."
Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight. 
“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?” 
It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.  
“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”
The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.
He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.
" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "
Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.
" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "
Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.
" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "
He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.
" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "
The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.
" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "
He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.
One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.
" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."
You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.
" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "
It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.
" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "
You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.
" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "
You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.
" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "
He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.
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rin-hanarin · 1 year
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There's this 11 years old Homestuck fic that forever changed my perception of the post scratch timeline called Like Forgetting the Words.
I think about it sometimes and I imagine Rose and Jade would remember important bits and pieces, but Dave and John wouldn't. Alpha Dave gets the shades and the bunny, "had brief obsession with Con Air" according to Dirk, built and entire memorabilia museum, but he doesn't consciously remember. He'd watch things John Crocker was starring in by accident and have a good laugh at how dumb and friend shaped he is and get an unbearable sense of longing for something, but he wouldn't remember anything still. Then one day Rose takes him to some random grave in Washington and says that she needs to visit a friend, and she brings flowers and talks to the stone, and Dave just kinda watches her do that. She asks him vague questions and he has no answers, so he one day comes back alone to the grave and brings red flowers, saying something like "thats probably blasphemy or some shit i hope your family doesnt freak out if they ever see that". He finds the meaning of these flowers in a book by a certain J. English Rose conveniently gifts him one day, and it's something really specific, written in a manner young girl would write and not a famous old rich woman. He comes back to the grave every year in April, talks about whatever at it and has one-sided conversations with himself, and wishes "John" a Happy 13th one day in 2009 and finds it hysterical that it's the date of his death on the gravestone for some reason. He comes to the grave one last time after killing the juggalos because he thinks he saw a flash of blue there and says that he "wanted to bring these motherfuckers heads to you didnt you hate clowns or something? thats kinda fucked up now that i think about it i dont wanna defile your grave with these pieces of shit bro my bad". He dies to the Condesce and thinks that maybe he'd get to see them again.
Young John Crocker would spend hours listening to clocks ticking and writing in journals in different colors, trying to find the right one with the right voice to go with it. He ends up being left behind by his sister, the last thing remaining is her garden with a wide selection of rose plants, so he looks after it to pass the time, begging of Betty not to destroy it. He has a great interest in film and the way it develops during 1900s, but never someone to share it with, and he so desperately wants to that he end up writing his every thought about it like he's writing a letter to someone. He would collect vinyl records and scratch them sometimes for no apparent reason, and asks his son in his will to auction his collection some day after his death, only for some rich movie director to buy them later for such an obscene amount of money that Mr. Crocker expects him to ask for a refund. He never remembers anything, but his family recalls how detached he was sometimes, like his thoughts were in a completely different world, and in the end of the day no amount of movie roles and comedy gigs made him any less lonely.
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thepixelelf · 11 months
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Short Hiatus
Hello everyone. I'll try to keep this short.
My heart goes out to all those hurting from loss. It is always tragic to have a young person pass away.
I won’t burden anyone with how I’m feeling right now.
Before hearing the news, I had already been planning to take a short break from this blog while I travel with my sister. I had attempted to do something similar a year ago, and I thought trying again would do me some good. Lord knows I could spend less time on my phone. With what's happened, I've decided to just take some time to breathe and extend the hiatus I was already going to take.
I will most likely pop up here and there during this break. Tumblr has been a safe place for me for a few years now, and while I don't feel okay scrolling as it is currently, I think I will find myself in a better headspace soon.
If you need me at all, for any reason, you can dm me. I'll be logging in every couple of days to make sure my account doesn't get terminated.
I am back home on June 4th.
Details about my works are under the cut.
Edit: Oh Baby, You will continue updating starting May 13th
Regarding fics featuring Moon Bin:
Personally, it feels disrespectful to write fanfiction about a person who has passed, however, I also do not want to erase all traces of him from here. Existing fics will stay up unless I feel strongly enough to remove them at any point, and no new ones will be written.
Because of this, Been There, Done That and subsequently Shoot Your Shot will be discontinued until further notice. Moon Bin was in SYS and was going to play a much larger role in the upcoming Aromatic, but I cannot go through with it. I'm sure most wouldn't want me to go through with it. I can barely stand talking about it like this… If I feel up to it, I may someday restructure BTDT to exclude Astro. This may take some time.
Thank you all for understanding,
Ursa
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*breaks through window* what are your thoughts on if minako was one of the 100 lab kids *holds up microphone*
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i want 2 hurt u but u unlocked something within me that has haunted me since u put this in my askbox. do u kno what u have done. do u understand the weight of ur sins. these r statements not questions bc i kno u do. tAKES A DEEP BREATH BC IMA MAKE THIS WORSE. this is long so buckle thee fucketh up:
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i believe in this scenario m/inako would have to been taken as soon as she went to the hospital after the moonlight bridge incident. everything staying the same, with min/ato begging for help & ai/gis coming to his aid n sealing the 13th shadow within her---- but this time, the kir/ijo group don't let go of these two so easily. now i have a whole thing about how these two are at the mercy of the adults who are scrambling to try & make amends to those effected, the twins were victims in the aftermath of the explosion with their parents losing their lives & min/ako fatally injured. she should spend months in the hospital miraculously recovering due to the 13th shadow being accepted by her physical body & the two forming that symbiotic relationship. ikut/suki learns of these two & how n why they were brought to the hospital, already rushing his own medical services to go retrieve aig/is & whatever else of the failed experiment + the cover up using eiic/hiro. it's because of this heavy load that the twins slip through his fingers before he can attempt any sort of "recovery" of them, as the aftermath of the fateful explosion is already showing up wounds in reality as the dark hour proves it's here to stay.
originally the twins were to be sent to a local orphanage until extended family came to retrieve them, but as mi/nako's health proved to be in such a volatile state she was constantly sent back to the hospital of which one of those times said orphanage suffered a fire burning it to the ground. another roadblock that originally blocks ikut/suki from even meeting the two as because of this the twins are collected by extended family to be moved from iwato/dai & placed into foster care once min/ako is cleared from the hospital. this all takes place within a year's time, leading to their being held back in school a grade, their exit from their hometown, & their almost missing status from kiri/jo who while is paying for the hospital bills & living expenses as a condolence package for their involvement in their parents death is the reason it takes ten years for ikut/suki to track the two down.
so if min/ako were to be one of the hundred, ikut/suki would have acted during this year to properly make contact with the twins. no doubt abusing his own hospital visits for check ups after the explosions, follow up exams for effects on the dark hour, & to take some charge with handling the twins. from here he would observe min/ako, gain access to her medical records, & confirm the twins involvement with the 13th shadow's disappearance via ai/gis' stored memories he no doubt extracted as soon as possible. within this year he does what he does best: manipulating the entire situation to fit his goals. everything is too new, but letting little mi/nako go is a mistake & he would know that. && so, knowing that mi/nato would be a potential risk to any experiments examination the works on his sister, ikut/suki separates them. he sets up a situation where while one of the times min/ato was sent to the orphanage, mi/nako's condition worsens & she is presume to have died due to complications of attempting to revive her. the news would be given to mina/to who is now completely isolated with his parents & sister's death to be easily sent out to his extended family & later fosters, ultimately following the path of he plot almost as we know it sans the 13th shadow living within him but filled with the grief that he failed in saving her & a nagging feeling something about the situation was off.
min/ako, however, would be far from dead. instead she would have been collected by ikut/suki & be subject to ikuts/uki's experiments, tests, examinations, & generally treated as the most vital piece of research about the dark hour & the shadows. after all within her is the 13th shadow, within her is possibilities beyond what kir/ijo has ever imagined. while mitsu/ru allowed herself to be tested with her full consent, m/inako was subjected to the same trials albeit far worse to try & study not just her but the 13th shadow as well against her wishes. all she wants is her parents, her brother, to go home. it's thru these tests her personae emerge, orphe/us still coming to her call. in this sense, orph/eus as her persona attempting to save her much like the attempt to save eury/dice**. however, mi/nako would be trapped within kiri/jo---- eventually becoming the first of the hundred & the blueprint for the horrors those children would have to endure. ( **this is the only time you will see me use a euryd/ice allegory for my portrayal of min/ako btw )
ikut/suki, similar to my canon, is obsessive of min/ako. heralding her as the key to the end & that all he & his colleagues had worked for had bore fruit within her. putting on a face for his continued work within the kir/ijo group, treating her as a sort of control vs the rest of the hundred. mi/nako proves she can summon her persona naturally & without prodding, it's also discovered she holds the potential for more than one persona. she's held in high regard. children of the hundred are even goaded to compete to be like her, that not only should they be doing all they can to summon their persona they should be pushed to summon more than one. that stacked against her they are failures, less than perfect. && ikut/suki only wants perfection. despite this, it's evident that mi/nako is nothing more than a hollow shell. she's tired, sickly, hurt, & any sort of hope she could hold is fading fast through the years. seeing her personas are her only friends, speaking with them to keep her safe, seeking refuge in them. her evoker is holy, without it she loses her only family. any of the children can see that she holds none of that iku/tsuki boasts to heart. they either hate her, loathe her for being so beloved & see her as a threat to their lives should they fail or succeed; or they pity her completely, hardly seeking to comfort her as they have their own problems or little groups. mi/nako is subjected to bullying, to being ignored, & generally isolated. her life is riddled with misery with little peace & no hope for escape until the hundred start dropping one by one either killed by their persona, or eaten by the shadows or their own shadow eliminated thereafter by caretakers under ikut/suki's payroll.
or even worse; at times mina/ko, tasked with destroying these new shadows with her own persona as a show to the remaining survivors the price of failure first hand.
escape was not an option or even an idea in m/inako's mind until the three that would become str/ega would be abandoned by kir/ijo & left to their own devices of which they escape the hell they were put through. it's here she sees an opportunity. taka/ya is no stranger to her here, they were raised together after all. if he & those two had survived all this time, were able to use their personas beyond expected expectations then maybe just maybe this ta/kaya was better than the life she was living now. anything was better than living in this hell. she would reach out to him, begging to be taken with him as he leaves. offering to be of use any way he sees fit. her personas, her knowledge that ikuts/uki kept from everyone( she being privy to his true intentions, having no doubt been a listening ear to his rants & theories. she's aware of what is sealed inside of her & how precious it is to him. she doesn't care, she just wants to be free ). whatever it took. there was no price too high.
i would like to believe taka/ya understands the card given to him to have in his deck of tricks. having minak/o close by can potentially led into a myriad of things. protection from kir/ijo from either mina/ko helping protect them or ikuts/uki backing off not wanting to hurt her. after all, if she dies so does the 13th shadow incomplete eternally with no way to allow it to absorb the full moon shadows to birth the prince. keeping her alive prevents the end of the dark hour & the world unless tak/aya wills it by offing the full moon shadows or waiting for sees to emerge & do the hard work for him. she's a wealth of information that str/ega can use. ikut/suki isn't a fool & if he's using sees to achieve his goals then he doesn't need eyes on min/ako at all times & if he were to bring her close by the time min/ato has been recruit it could compromise everything so her being with stre/ga may be a blessing in disguise. no matter the reason, everyone benefits.
for mi/nako she blossoms in freedom. && she also grows incredibly attached to her new home within s/trega. the small flame of hope within her grows stronger the more she stays with them. while her ideals & wants are no doubt shaped by tak/aya's own, very much keeping her promise to stay loyal to him no matter what, she's started to heal being within str/ega. in fact with this freedom she's able to grow even more powerful eventually not needing an evoker to summon her multiple personas. min/ato being sees' ace in the hole as a leader capable of summoning many personae is mocked openly as st/rega has their own in the shape of his mirror'd image.
no doubt while streg/a observes this growing group as they take down the full moon shadows does min/ako see her brother for the first time since the hospital days after the attack on the moonlight bridge. even ph/aros draws attention to him as he starts to awaken after ten years, clinging to min/ako as a want to protect her after the horrors she endured. instead of growing to love humanity, he's grown to loathe it. hatred for what was done to his most dearest friend & companion in life. while she would be kept secret from sees as long as possible, her reveal to them would happen on 11/3. in that last ditch effort to save the hanged man, once tak/aya & ji/n fall in battle it would be mi/nako who attacks sees directly so that she can cause a diversion for the two to escape off the bridge.
her reveal serves as a proper way to rattle min/ato. the truth of the dark hour soon after being revealed, ikut/suki's betrayal, the death of mits/uru's father, the rise of the cult with tay/aka( once more as i have it in my canon ) putting min/ako on a place of holy sainthood for does she not bare the end of the world within her ? did she not carry it into our world & we await the decention of nyx to save us ? that really weighs down the burden upon min/ato & all of sees. ryoji would walk alongside minato & in this short time together the doubt about humanity's end is born. wondering if that despite everything minako went through, was there not still hope to be had that humanity was not past the point of no return ?
her story would end alongside the final moments of 1/31. after the defeat of takay/a one would find her at the top of tar/tarus. gameplay wise one would treat her as a final boss with n/yx avatar as a secondary phase finally appearing once m/inako has fallen where we would see ny/x avatar morn her before asking m/inato about his resolve to continue fighting against the end. with her fellow members of stre/ga she passes, alongside her brother who follows her when he uses his soul as payment to save humanity.
now granted i did breeze through a lot of like the core of the game's plot, a lot of this i haven't thought further on but i also like the idea of her being a mysterious figure just like the rest of stre/ga. though her appearance would probs seem very cheap if this was like in game lmao. i also think i could go further with this thought experiment or hell at this point a potential verse so leaving a lot of this blank once the game " starts " is a good way to go about it.
but no matter what she's only like how we know her with str/ega. any happy moments or bright cheer is saved for them, everyone else would be privy to that husk of a person. the person iku/tsuki made her to be while who she truly is as a person is reserved for stre/ga whom she views as her saviors. she's also malicious now, she has hate in her heart for society at large. she wants for death, waiting to be able to welcome it & the rest it can give her. she's had to kill her fellows in the kir/ijo hundred & easily does so when tak/aya asks of her as a member of str/ega whilst they run the revenge website. she cares little for the life of herself or others, finding small joys here & there but nothing that she would be so attached to that it would pull her to live. she's become vindictive & finds delight in the misfortune of others. pha/ros only aids that sentiment, the two more or less feeding each other in their shared outlook. knowing her brother is close by only brings up conflicted feelings as she exists with no attachment to him. his sister died that night on the moonlight bridge as far as she's concerned. so she holds no connection in her mind to him. she hates kir/ijo she hates anything connected to it. she pities sees & the fact that ikuts/uki manipulates them & consistently calls them ignorant & stupid. with the news of ikuts/uki's death she simply laughs in a manic state eventually becoming angry & irate, moving to throw a violent fit breaking things around her & lashing out until she collapses crying.
she's a twisted, distorted version of herself. riddled with trauma & pain, loss & love with no where to go so it just festers & transforms into hatred. she hates herself, she hates what was done to her. she embraces her role as the host of death almost to a stockholm-esc degree. if she is to host the 13th shadow, allow it to absorb those full moon shadows, & her body starts to take on properties of a shadow due to the symbiotic nature she shares with that which lies in her metaphorical womb--- then is she too not a shadow ? viewing herself as the invert of who she was meant to be, never given a chance to flourish & grow in a normal life. she's not human, that part of her died when ai/gis' sealed death within her.
&& that is how she lives until that fateful final day; as a shadow** of aris/ato min/ako. because thinking that way is the only way she can keep moving forward as she lives in hell. ( **this is metaphorical she is not a actual shadow )
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repost of an old blog post for my new Ken era...
Today [March 13th] is Ken Day! Kenneth Sean "Ken" Carson first hit store shelves in 1961 and, in a move that preceded reality TV by a decade or three, we all got to watch as Barbie met the man of her dreams.
Since then Ken has gone through almost as many incarnations as Barbie herself and had over 40 different careers. In celebration of all that fantastic plastic, here are just ten of the top Ken dolls produced over the years...
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The 'fun' of shaving Ken has been a staple of his repertoire over the years; there are versions from 1996, 1999, 2010, and 2019.
But, as ever, it's the original that's best. Here is 1979's Sport & Shave Ken. Not only did he come with this spiffing tennis outfit, he also had a shaving mug, two 'razors', and a marker pen of your very own to draw on Ken's facial hair...
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According to the brochure: "It's Ken with a whole new look for the 1980s. He's athletic. He's all man."
Indeed.
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Cool Times Ken.
Never has a name been quite so misleading.
There's a reason Pixar went with this Ken era for the Toy Story movies, and it certainly wasn't because of Ken's close relationship with the concept of cool.
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Sometimes your problem is not that Ken has too much facial hair. It's that he just doesn't have enough. Luckily 1972's Mod Hair Ken had you covered. The same idea was utilised again in 1975 for The Now Look Ken, except this time around his hair was longer to capture the true essence of mid 70s cool.
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Ken has been a doctor many times - 1963, 1992, 1995, 1996, 1997, 2011, 2018 - but 1987's offering beats the rest hands down. Not only is Ken a doctor, but you can fold the lapels of his shiny nylon medical coat down and he's ready for a night of wining and dining!
What a doll.
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According to Keeping Ken, this shot with Wedding Day Alan was an official Mattel postcard
In 1993 Mattel redesigned Ken to fulfil little girls' requests that Barbie's beau be cooler. Ken was now so cool he was attracting interest from all quarters, including the US gay community who were sure Ken's cock ring necklace came straight - heh - from the club scene. As a result Earring Magic Ken sold out for Christmas '93, and remains the best selling Ken doll of all time in spite of Mattel discontinuing and recalling the doll once they realised Ken's secret was out of the closet...
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In 2010 Mattel released Sugar Daddy Ken, so named - they say - because he owns a little dog called Sugar.
Hmmm.
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Back in 2004, just in time for Valentine's Day, Barbie ditched Ken in favour of Australian surfer dude, Blaine. Blaine O'Hare - or at least his face sculpt - began life in 1998 when Totally Yo-Yo Skipper was initially set to gain a new friend called Zach. Though he never actually made it into production, his features were used for 1999's Generation Girl Dance Party Blaine.
The Generation Girl line followed Barbie's time at high school in NYC, introducing a variety of new friend dolls and spawning another Blaine in 2000. When he returned in 2004 Blaine had wisely dropped the 'curtains' hairstyle and traded in New York for California. In this continuity the pair met through Blaine's younger sister, Summer, who was good friends with Barbie.
In fact, voting was held through the Barbie.com website to determine who Cali Girl Barbie ought to go for - Ken, Blaine, long time pal Steven, another newcomer named Diego, or stay single. We all know how that went. Ken went away to lick his wounds for a couple of years, but in 2006 he was back with a new look. It wasn't enough for Barbie to take him back though and the pair remained 'just good friends' until another PR campaign saw them get back together in 2011.
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The Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse webseries is awesome.
Launched in May 2012, it pokes fun at the entire Barbie mythos and did more to give Ken a personality than any other Mattel project. We learn that Ken loves inventing, is addicted to sherbet, and suffers from Hyper Cuteness Sensitivity Disorder...
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This year Ken is finally taking control of his own destiny. Well. His own laundry, at any rate...
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LOVE your tags on Harry Wilson true 1890s fandom naming your weans
Oh 100%
I couldn't find my post of him, so here's the real world Sherlock Holmes
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His birth and baptism record - 1897, to Martha and Richard Holmes, a miner.
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1901, we find his father is more specifically a coal hewer. He has an elder sister Annie, who has poor eyesight, a younger sister Alice, and a younger brother who is 3 months old and rather pleasingly called Mycroft. Either or both of Martha and Richard must have been great fans of the series!
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1911, his mother has split from his father, presumably, but not legally - given he is not on this census, tho she still listed herself married - but she has named her youngest son after her current employer (she is housekeeper to labourer Joseph Roebuck, and Joseph Roebuck Holmes is 2 years old), which is. Somewhat obvious, Mar, what were you doing?
Annie is now employed as a taker-in in a glass bottleworks, and is no longer listed as having "imperfect sight" - I wonder she got herself glasses?
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Next, 1914, he's called up for war - we see that he's a miner himself, like his dad, and he lasts for five months before he's discharged for "defective vision" - possibly due to working underground as he did, but given his sister, might also have been inherited. What is certainly inherited, one way or another, is his description - at age 19, he is 5 foot 6 3/4, fresh complexion, brown eyes and dark hair. He gives his father as next of kin, who is living at the same address as Martha was in 1911, so I should imagine they made up since then - one way or another. I checked out Richard in 1911, and it looks like he went back to live with his parents in Castleford, see below -
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Then, back to Sherlock -
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Here he is in 1939. There is no useful address given, and I'm not sure where his wife is living (Elizabeth Bratton, a former servant, married in 1919). He is a lance corporal, now - perhaps the Royal Engineers Fortress Section (whatever that might be) have less stringent requirements for vision than did the Yorkshire Reg in 1914, I've no idea.
There are six listings for Holmes's born to Bratton's between 1919 and 1939 - in order, Charles, Arthur, Irene, Annie, Stella and Joseph.
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And, finally, his death in 1962.
If you're interested, Mycroft was born on boxing day 1900, a labourer who married a Janet White in 1929, and possibly had seven children - Martha and Joseph, certainly, and tho I have no real way to confirm Gordon, Joan, Brian, Harold and Beryl, there are spaces for them here - the 1939 register.
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They close the record, usually, of those "under school age" or uh too young to not definitely be dead yet? That's the reason why they keep census records closed for 100 years after the fact, too, to be absolutely sure they're not giving out the records of people still alive - the 1921 census records only became available last year, but you still have to pay to read them last I checked.
Anyway, there you go, Sherlock Holmes.
At the time he was born, 13th March 1897, most recently The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes had been published altogether, in 1894 - and that includes The Final Problem, where (fictional) Sherlock Holmes "died", which was in the Strand Magazine December 1893 - he wasn't revived until 1903, in "The Adventure of The Empty House"
I wonder what Martha and Richard thought of that fiasco?
Wonder if either of them wrote to ACD!
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