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king-magppi · 1 year

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Yellow Guy's Age

DHMIS Fandom, we need to talk about the infantilization of Yellow Guy. It's Papyrus from Undertale all over again😭😭 seriously. Anyways, I'm tired of seeing a GROWN MAN get depicted as a child by this fandom (I'm not talking about AUs or whatever, I'm talking about in casual fanart and the like). There is plenty of evidence from the show to support that Yellow Guy is, in fact, an adult, and I will list some out for you here:

In episode 1 (Jobs), Yellow Guy falls in love and marries Claire (the wrench person) in the span of the 40 years of working for Peterson's and Son's and Friends Bits and Parts Limited! This would be weird if Yellow Guy had met her as a child and grew up to marry her, wouldn't it? "But all that never even happened!" Yes, it did, because if we're using that logic, nothing from ANY of the other episodes happened because they always end up right back at home with no memory of the day prior regardless! Stay with me here!

In episode 3 (Family), Yellow Guy is seen as old enough by Todney and Lily to be forced into the role of the "Mother" and successfully order the Grolton's Chicken family tub. When the three get home, they proceed to try and open the packet of Chuddle Dollops again. During this scene, Red Guy refers to Yellow Guy as his "brother" rather than a son or any other family member.

In episode 4 (Friendship), it is revealed that Yellow Guy has a maiden name (it's "Rat Eyes" apparently), implying he has been married and/or divorced! Also, this next point might be a stretch which is why it isn't the main one for this bullet, but the first thing Yellow Guy wants to do when they finally get on the computer is "Do Gambling".

In episode 6 (Electricity), Lesley refers to Yellow as "NOT their real son". If they DO in fact happen to be his creator/parental figure, and Roy is his father, then that makes it very well possible that Yellow is at VERY LEAST in his late 20s-30s if Lesley is between 60-70 (the actress that plays Lesley, Vivienne Soan, is 67 years old, so it's safe to assume her character is supposed to be presented as around that age range). Another bit that might be a stretch is that after getting fresh batteries, Yellow Guy is able to do taxes, and even speaks more clearly and "mature" sounding.

Yellow is never referred to as a child by the others and is treated as an equal by all members of the household. They constantly pick on each other and even get in a fistfight at the end of episode 4.

Yellow Guy's voice is deep and does not SOUND like one of a child. If he were supposed to be one, wouldn't they give him a more "childish" voice?

And now I will debunk a few arguments I've seen used against people claiming Yellow Guy being an adult:

"But he dresses in overalls!"

Roy wears overalls too. Does this make him a child? Anyone can wear overalls.

"He's child sized! He MUST be a child!"

Actually, Duck/Green is the smallest one, and they're all puppets. They're gonna be pretty small compared to Red Guy. Also, height =/= age. Remember when the smallest in the house in the Family episode was revealed to be the father? Also, if we're going by height, why isn't Duck considered a child too then?

"He's too stupid/doesn't act like an adult."

We see in episode 6 that the reason he acts the way he does is because his batteries are dying. Also "stupidity" =/= age. Half the time Red Guy and Duck are just as dumb (if not more) than Yellow Guy in their actions So I really don't get why people use this one as an argument. It also feels a bit ableist to consider "not smart" people as children.

Wow. All of this even when I've fully disregarded the Pilot episode (I did this because some of you may consider it "not canon" because it was scrapped) and the webseries. I can't believe I even had to make this post, but it had to be done or else I'd lose my head! Thanks for reading if you made it this far!

#magppi meeps #dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis manny #dhmis doi #what else do yall call him even #fluffybird #<< to get people to actually see this

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campcounselorfrank · 20 days

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„ Jeepers ! What is this place…? “

Hiya! This is a Frank/Spud themed roleplay blog!

Originally known as : @twostudcampcounselorspud

I am restarting!

Languages: Sign language, English, German.

System with over 20 alters!

We may act differently but that’s because not all alters act the same!

We will attempt to all run this more smoothly and correctly, we will also be answering with drawings. Please keep in mind that not every ask will be answered with a drawing!

IC tags: #twostudcamp

OOC tags: #ooctwostudcamp

We ask you to please be patient with all of us, we cannot control most things. Nor can we control how someone acts.

Come interact with us!

For starts, please boost us!

@‘s are appreciated so more people go to our profile, reblogs are MUCH preferred over just likes!

We also LOVE compliments! At least, most of us do. Only a few feel like they’re undeserving or they don’t want to be babyed.

Oh! Talking about babying us! PLEASE DONT!! It sucks to see how people only see Spud as some cute innocent little guy who does no harm and struggles to do everything, to us it just isn’t right. Our Spud is EXTREMELY different! So please! Don’t baby her!

Spud’s pronouns are All/Any!

Preferred the most: She/Her!

System name: The Chaotic Elevator / Chaotic

System pronouns (Together) are They/Them, All/Any!

All of us have different boundaries, some are the same, but we should state the main ones just to be safe! (Main ones as in they either front the most or are the „leader“ of their og group)

Spud - No talking about the past and/or future, no commenting on body at ALL, asks to please not be treated like a child.

Zip - Be patient due to hard time understanding emotions, no sexualization, no bringing up the events that took place in past/future.

Engel - NEVER mention what happened to Claire, do not piss off, can get extremely cranky so again, be patient.

Cashier - No disrespecting personal space, due to owning a shop, you’re asked to not shoplift either.

Oliver - Do NOT mention older sister, extremely shy sometimes, can be overly rude and a bully.

Rocket - NO sexualization, no babying, doesn’t like being treated like a kid unless for a good reason.

Unpleasant - DON’T bring up what happened, don’t mention “cats” or “cat eater” EVER!! Be EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS!!

Piercer - Personal space, if asked to stop then DO IT.

Null/Filename2 - NEVER bring up what happened, extreme amnesiac, hard time understanding, hard time reading due to one eye being destroyed in the past.

Kaski - Just dont bring up anything related to Orin Ayo with these ones,, just don’t.

Blam - Don’t bring up anything related to ONaF,, still, just don’t.

Circubit - Afraid of touch related things, shy, doesn’t communicate much.

The blog will be update from time to time!

For now just boost us so we get back to where we were!

Sometimes there will be typing quirks, it depends on the person!

Only SLIGHT NSFW allowed! Some alters are minors and some aren’t. Please refrain from excessive asks like that if the alter fronting isn’t comfortable or they’re a minor!

An alter who was originally an oc will be appearing too!

PLEASE INTERACT AS REGRETEVATOR NPCS TOO!!

Fronting as this is being written : Engel!

This will be all for now! Bye bye!!

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serval1863 · 2 months

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(clutches head and writhes around on the floor) charlotte wh is so fucking. guh. like. (chronic yapping alert + full spoilers under the cut)

you're brought up and raised under a false assumption that you're a genius, the kind who appears only once in 100 years. you're, essentially , coerced into a shady surgery leaving you in (implied) constant pain and permanently stuck with a body that's inaccurate to your mind. and you do it out of devotion because you were a child who'd been thrown away once and by fucking god you need someone, something to latch onto. so of course you'll do anything for the source of that feeling of having your life mean something. having your efforts acknowledged, and being needed. but of course, it's a lie. always was. it falls apart in front of you. should you not be useful, you'll be thrown away. and of course, that breaks you. because well, you kind of always knew that. and you're left to die, in extreme pain, alone. and then you're dead, you've lost everything, and you're forced to simmer on it in a quiet, silent hell where your sole company is unfeeling demons. and you stay in the loop, eternally, re-experiencing your death over, and over, and over.

and like, the quiet, passive hatred charlotte is written with when in the context of all of it is sooo... augh, especially with her parallel to the loud, aggressive lime. charlotte's hatred for humans is distant and nihilistic- people use each other as tools, they deceive each other, attachment is pointless because it's going to be fake anyway. everyone takes the shortest route to benefiting, regardless of who has to be used. her lines about how "kindness and forgiveness allows for evil". her repeated insistence on just killing the other three to noel. you cant trust others. you should just hate everyone, its easier. its why she, at the end, doesn't understand "love" either. because to her, it's always been deception, and something others will take advantage of, so whats the point?

and it's why she bets on ashe - he affirms everything for her. both are people who's extreme devotion to their family caused them to do anything for them, by any means necessary - to harm, to use, anything. i think, to an extent, she can see herself in him. and i think she sees herself in noel too - her hint of sympathy in the hourglass scene, urging him to just give up because it'll end poorly, like it did for her (even if in a different way).

and like, throughout the game, charlotte has this sort of snide detachment from basically everyone. constantly talks about how other people annoy her and how she wants to see as much suffering as possible. but whats always been apparent to me about her is this back and forth she has of very, very slight affection for others before immediately burying it and deciding she "doesnt care". we see it with fiona in the 4th side story in the base game, we see it with noel in the hourglass scene, we see it with claire in the bonus stage, we see it with lime constantly, especially with how she broke down after losing her (if im remembering right anyway, still gotta finish my replay of the sirius conclusion). like, she always immediately covers it up - when in presence of the other demons she claims its part of her scheme, and when not she simply acts like she doesnt actually care. but it's so constant with her that to me it has to be on purpose, and im really, really curious where it goes in future conclusions

anyway i might be wrong about everything and reading her totally wrong, but shes a character i love a lot and ive been thinking about for too long for my own good. i'll come back to this when i finish my replay of sirius's conclusion and can suffer for hours over That One Scene, lol

#witch's heart #this is just how i've always thought about it and read her character but #shes honestly so complex and interesting i feel like there's so many dif ways to read her #txt

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albentelisa · 7 months

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Hi there! So what do you think would happen if Jim had been the one with Shadow Magic, and Claire was the Trollhunter?

Jim does work for Morgana herself, but it's not willingly.

Hi! Another angsty ask, I say.

So, if Jim works for Morgana, but unwillingly, I would say it is because Morgana possesses Barbara in this AU. Jim will do everything to protect his mom, and it's not that far-fetched to imagine that she might show that it's easy to injure or even kill Barbara if Jim misbehaves (and Morgana loses nothing because it's just a vessel for her).

Morgana also feels some twisted attachment to Jim in this AU (he is her apprentice and she sees him as kind of her child). However, her love only brings Jim more suffering.

Angor Rot is also there and acts as both Jim's partner during the missions and his master/sparring partner when it comes to fighting. Angor is sympathetic towards Jim - they are in the same situation, after all. Initially, he tries to help Jim run away (as Angor thought his bindings were looser), but after some time he realizes that Jim puts his mother before himself. Nevertheless, Angor keeps thinking about the escape plans and is rather annoyed that Jim refuses to cooperate most of the time.

Morgana of this AU is rather suspicious of Stricklander as she questions his loyalties. She only contacts other changelings who seem to be more loyal to her. Walter meets Barbara when she isn't under Morgana's control and eventually falls in love with her. However, later he deduces that something is wrong with her (mostly because he learns that Jim is a shadowmancer who helps Bular without much enthusiasm). Strickler abandons the Janus Order eventually to fight for Barbara's (and to some extent Jim's) freedom and joins forces with Claire and her trollhunting team.

As for Claire, Jim learns about her new role right away and is crushed. After all, his feelings for Claire are among the few bright things he still has in this world (another one is his friendship with Toby). Jim tries to hide the information from Morgana, but she already knows. That is why Jim begs Morgana to give him the mission to recover the amulet - it is his way to protect Claire from harm. Jim gets closer to Claire, faking that he has a plan, while also sabotaging everyone else's attempts and secretly protecting Claire from Bular and changelings. Angor Rot is on his side in this charade - he sees it as a way to get out.

Jim joins Claire's trollhunting team as a part of his plan. He reveals that he can do some magic (just not the shadow type). Toby also gets involved, though, by accident, as Jim would prefer not to drag his best friend into the mess he is part of. Jim gets close to Blinky too and his time at the Trollmarket is full of hope (though, he feels uneasy around the Heartstone without knowing why).

Bular is the one who reveals Jim's secret to Claire, and she is furious, thinking that Jim played her feelings just to get the amulet (as they are dating already by that time). Toby is also angry and lost, not sure what to do and if he even knows a thing about his friend. It's where Strickler comes into the picture, revealing everything he knows (and he has gathered more than enough info).

From that point, Claire and her team look for a way to free both Jim and Barbara. Angor helps behind the scenes, and Claire accidentally learns that Douxie, whom she only knows as a waiter, is a wizard, so she begs him to join her team too. Together, they find a way to expel Morgana from Barbara's mind, so Jim feels he is free. Angor also gets his soul back at last.

It's not the end though, as at this time Gunmar is roaming free, and Morgana uses more loyal changelings. She also doesn't give up on Jim, trying to possess him directly this time and getting control over his mind.

Similar to canon, Claire and Toby (but also Barbara and Blinky) travel to the depths of Jim's mind and wake him up. Like Claire in the canon, Jim fights Morgana inside his mind, finding the courage to break the bonds with her and protect his mind for good.

#tales of arcadia #what if scenario #shadowmancer jim #trollhunter claire #jim lake jr #claire nunez #toa morgana #text post #ask box #anon ask

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burningvelvet · 9 months

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Mary Shelley’s Lake Geneva diary from August 2nd, 1816…

“Friday, August 2. — I go to the town with Shelley, to buy a telescope for his birthday present. In the evening Lord Byron and he go out in the boat, and, after their return, Shelley and Clare go up to Diodati; I do not, for Lord Byron did not seem to wish it. Shelley returns with a letter from Longdill, which requires his return to England. This puts us in bad spirits. I read Rêveries and Adèle et Théodore de Madame de Genlis, and Shelley reads Pliny’s Letters.”

This was the day that Percy, Claire, and Byron discussed Claire’s pregnancy and what they were going to do about custody rights. Shelley had already known about Claire’s pregnancy for at least a month and was most likely the first to know, since after he and Byron almost drowned on June 25th he had secretly written a will that left sums to Claire and any person of her choice — her name being near the top of the list along with Mary, his wife Harriet, and all his children. Considering that Byron later believed the Hoppner Scandal (unconfirmed rumours that Claire had a secret child with Percy which was given for adoption or aborted) — and that historians believe Claire and Shelley were probably sexually involved at various periods — some people believe that the paternity of the child was called into question. Claire’s identity as the child’s mother would be hidden from the public to protect her reputation, and Byron and Shelley both accepted responsibility for the child (though Shelley was arguably more attached), although everyone agreed that the child (Allegra) looked and acted like Byron, and was therefore his.

Byron in a letter to his sister about Claire and the rumours surrounding his time at Geneva:

“. . . as to all these ‘mistresses’ — Lord help me — I have had but one. Now don't scold — but what could I do? A foolish girl, in spite of all I could say or do, would come after me, or rather went before, for I found her here, and I have had all the plague possible to persuade her to go back again, but at last she went. Now, dearest, I do most truly tell thee that I could not help this, that I did all I could to prevent it, and have at last put an end to it. I was not in love nor have any love left for any, but I could not exactly play the Stoic with a woman who had scrambled eight hundred miles to un-philosophize me, besides I had been regaled of late with so many ‘two courses and a dessert’ (Alas!) of aversion, that I was fain to take a little love (if pressed particularly) by way of novelty. And now you know all that I know of the matter, & it's over.”

A decade later, Claire Clairmont wrote to Jane Williams:

“What would I not give to have an unhappy passion, for then one has full permission and a perfect excuse to fall into a happy one; one has something to expect, but a happy passion, like death, has finis written in such large characters in its face there is no hoping for any possibility of a change. You will allow me to talk upon this subject, for I am unhappily the victim of a happy passion. I had one; like all things perfect in its kind, it was fleeting, and mine only lasted ten minutes, but these ten minutes have discomposed the rest of my life.

The passion, God knows for what cause, from no faults of mine, however, disappeared, leaving no trace whatever behind it except my heart wasted and ruined as if it had been scorched by a thousand lightnings.“

Sadly, Allegra Byron died at the age of five due to a sudden outbreak of typhus in Romagna where Byron had enrolled her in a private convent school. This was a betrayal to Claire, as they had promised each other that Allegra should never be apart from one of her parents, due to Claire’s prediction that something terrible would happen if so. However, Byron argued that having a good Italian-Catholic education would give Allegra higher marriage prospects in Italy than any education she could have in England, partly due to her illegitimacy and partly due to the tarnished reputations of the Byron/Shelley/Godwin households, among other reasons. Claire blamed Byron for Allegra’s death, and she felt that while Shelley sympathized more with her, Mary sympathized more with Byron. Three months later, Shelley followed Allegra to the grave, and the already fragmented social circle would further break apart.

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Chapter Eight (Part 2)

The thing I simultaneously love and hate about St. Stephen’s night is that you get to see everyone you’ve ever known on the streets of your hometown. There’s the kids you knew in primary school, the girls from your swimming club, your 5th year maths teacher, everyone and anyone you’ve encountered in your life is somewhere among the heaving crowds of one hopping pub or the other, and if everyone has had enough to drink they might even feel moved to speak to each other.

Claire and I squeeze into a pub that we frequented a lot during 6th year and the moment we’re inside I know that finding a seat will be a rare chance. People are everywhere and the sound is utterly cacophonous. She reaches for my hand and together we wrestle through the crowd and eventually find ourselves spit out into the smoking area where there’s a tiny corner of space just enough for us to squeeze into. Claire takes out her phone and immediately starts tapping out a message.

“For Shane.” She explains. “He’s already here… somewhere.” Sure enough within moments he appears holding three pints in his hands with the skill and precision of an Oktoberfest beer maid. He holds his laden hands out to me and when I hesitate unsure what to do he says “The middle one there, grab the middle one off me.” I gingerly slip it out of his hands and then he gives the other one to Claire along with a kiss on the forehead.

“Heineken?” I whine when I realise what he’s given me. “I hate Heineken.”

“Don’t drink it then.” He rolls his eyes. “Here, give it back, I’ll have it.”

“No.” I say, holding it out of his reach, because far be it from me to deny free beer. “It’s fine, I’ll suffer through it.”

“You’re such a baby.”

I give him the finger as I take a drink from my pint, not enjoying one moment of it and Claire sighs impatiently. “You two.” she says. “You act like children, did you know that?”

“No, Evie does.” Shane rebuttals, which makes me snort.

“You’re way worse.”

“Nah.”

“Yes! I’ll never forgive you for pelting me with stones in your driveway. You were such a bold child.”

“Ah yeah, like ten years ago.”

“You wish you still could sometimes.” I say gleefully. “You get the same look on your face whenever I’m annoying you. Like right now! I know you would if you could. Go on, grab a handful of gravel, there.”

“You’d swear you were actual siblings.” Claire drawls, and Shane pulls a horrible face at me that makes me want to burst out laughing. He really has been the closest thing to a brother that I’ve ever had, just like Kelly used to feel like a sister to me sometimes, but if someone had told me just two years ago that I’d be closer to him than I was to her I wouldn’t have believed them. When I remember Kelly I get a terrible, sick feeling inside and I wonder to myself whether she’s here tonight. I find myself scanning quickly over the crowd for a sign of her, but there isn’t one. Feeling more subdued all of a sudden, I go back to drinking my pint.

I’m only an hour into the night when I realise I am not there to actually enjoy myself and catch up with old acquaintances. At one moment as I tussle into the bar for the fourth time I realise that I am there to get drunk, extremely, mind altering drunk so that I can forget about the shambles of my Christmas and get to a point that I’m too incoherent to keep repeating the same lie to people about how I had a nice time with my family, and pretend that I didn’t spend it sulking in bed while the rest of them played awkward scrabble downstairs next to my dad who was passed out in an armchair by five o’clock.

Uncle Sean gave me a hundred euro for Christmas, but after about an hour I’ve whittled it down by half, and I’m sure by the end of the night the rest of it will be spent too. At a certain point I give up on pints, which are just making me need to pee every fifteen minutes, and make the switch to spirits. I order another two whiskeys and fill them up with ginger ale and then I go and stand with a group of people who I knew in school so that I don’t appear to be drinking alone. They’re talking about something that I find boring. Every conversation I’ve dipped into tonight has been boring and I wonder if it really is true what people in Dublin say about those from the country, that it’s all shallow, dull conversation that either centres around sports or their family’s farm. A girl next to me is recycling some gossipy story about someone from school that I heard two years ago and at that point I can’t stand it anymore. I down both whiskies one after another and slink off to find something else to do.

“Woah, slow down there Evie.” I hear one of them say as I turn away and they all laugh. I’m already reaching that dizzy, double vision stage of drunkenness and I welcome it openly, allowing the numbing drowsiness to envelop me wholly and feel my coordination lapse. I don’t want to think anymore.

At some point I find myself back at the bar, and I stand and wait for what feels like eternity as the barmen ignore me continuously. I reach out my hand as one of them comes close “Sorry there, can I get-” He serves the person behind me instead. I find the barstool behind my legs and slump into it hoping that it might anchor me a bit as the room starts to tilt.

“Gin and tonic, please.” There is a familiar voice beside me and I turn my head to see a fuzzy version of Kelly standing nearby. I wonder if she’s seen me yet. Her features are moving around her face in front of my eyes, but I know it’s her. She looks different with her hair straightened and I kind of want to tell her that. I also don’t want her to be angry with me anymore, and I see this as a good moment to start that conversation.

“Kelly.” I say, and she snaps around to look at me. It must be the first time we’ve made eye contact in a year. “Hi.” I say, and I can see her mouth tighten into a thin line as she hands her debit card to the barman. She says nothing to me.

I try again and I reach out to touch her arm and am aware of how sweaty my hand is against her smooth skin. She flinches away immediately, eyes blazing. “What do you want?” I drop my hand onto my lap pathetically. “I wanted to say hello.”

“The state of you.” She retorts. “I wouldn’t be seen in public hanging over a bar pissed drunk like that.” I can tell she wants to leave but the bartender is still making her drink so she can’t. She starts looking at the exit, over my shoulder for someone else to talk to, anything to get away from this conversation I’ve roped her into. It makes me feel unbearably sad.

“Why do you always run away from me?” I say miserably. “You never want to talk about why we aren’t friends.”

“There isn’t anything to say.”

“It’s not fair, you can’t just walk away from it all. I didn’t do anything wrong-”

“You were an awful friend.” She cuts in. “Hanging out with you was fucking shit, alright?”

“Not always.” I say, offended, and then she ignores me and takes out her phone to scroll through it as a last resort. I feel like I’m going to start crying as the gravity of it all comes crashing over me. How we were so close for so many years, we shared everything with each other, I know everything about this girl and yet we’re strangers now. It makes my heart feel like it’s breaking.

With a last ditch effort, I attempt to compliment her. “Your hair is nice like that.” I say, and I reach out to touch it, only she doesn’t hear me, and as she flinches away from me in alarm some of it gets tangled in my rings and I end up yanking it.

She makes a horrified, furious face. “Ouch!” She exclaims, and I see her eyes blaze, wide with disbelief as she holds onto the part of her scalp that I wrenched. “Did you just pull my hair?”

“No!” I start to protest, but there are murmurs in the crowd around us. I look over my shoulder and two girls are whispering about me while someone else is shaking their head. Kelly steps in closer to me, leaning over a barstool so that we’re almost nose to nose. “You’re a bitch.” She hisses. “Go fucking die.” She takes someone’s warm, discarded pint off the bar and throws it over my top and I cry out in shock. Everyone is looking, everyone is laughing, and then something terrible happens to me.

I start to get angry. Really angry.

I lash out at her before I can stop myself, and my hands shove her arms away from me, sending the pint glass straight to the floor where it shatters into smithereens, then I lunge towards her and shove her into the crowd of men behind her. “You’re a bitch!” I shriek. She looks like she’s going to murder me then, and comes, coming at me with her hands clawing at the air and her face contorted like a wild animal. As time slows down I ask myself, am I really about to get into a fist fight with Kelly? I’m bracing myself for her nails on me when I am yanked from the scene with violent speed, and all of a sudden Shane is in my face instead.

“What is wrong with you?” He’s shouting, and the ferocity in his voice brings startled tears to my eyes. I don’t know what to say. He’s holding me by my upper arms and squeezing me and it hurts but I don’t dare say anything about it. “Get outside.” He kicks open a side door and throws me outside into an alley filled with used beer kegs and plastic crates. My legs almost give out underneath me and I stumble backwards into the wall.

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#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #sims story #writing #fiction #romance #sims 4 storytelling #sims4 storytelling #sims storytelling #lucky girl part 2

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renee-writer · 1 month

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The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 71

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Better done all together, she thinks. With Mama Claire ‘s arm tight around her, she faces her family.

“What is it child? You look so serious.” Auntie Jenny asks.

“Are you ill lass?” Her daddy looks from her to his wife, “Claire, is she…?”

Claire squeezes her arm. Right. It is time, God help her.

“No daddy,” he just has time to breath out in relief before she adds, “nothing that nine months won’t fix.”

Her cousin, Maggie, gets it first. “Holy crap, you are pregnant!”

The room stirs, picking up the energy that Maggie’s proclamation caused.

Rose moves first coming up to her sister and wrapping her in a hug. “Whatever you need.” She whispers in her ear.

“Is it true, leannen?”

Rose holds her other side as she faces him.

“Aye daddy.” She explains all the details as her family reacts to the news.

“The first time. How unlucky you are cousin.” Her eldest, Ian Jr says.

“Hush, she doesn’t need our judgement right now but our support.” Big Ian tells his son.

“I will kill him,” his eyes are thunderous, “Where can I find him?”

“Jamie, that is enough!” Claire stills the conversations happening around the room, “They made a mistake, something that you know well. Right now, we have to prevent it from escalating. You going after the bloke would do that.”

He lets his breath out, forcing his temper down. “Aye,” another deep breath as the room seems to hold its own. Ian comes up and touches his shoulder. More than a brother-in-law, he is his best mate and the one always by his side, whatever is happening, “aye. Willa Brianna, my love, whatever you need, whatever decision you make, I am here for you.”

Claire and Rose let go of her and she falls into her daddy’s arms. The sobs she has been holding in are freely let out. He holds her close, murmuring the same nonsensical words he used to utter when he soothed her as an infant.

Claire and Jamie, Jenny and Ian, Willa and Rose, sit together in the great room. The cousins are seeing to the twins and Rory.

“What do you wish to do lass?” Jenny asks.

“Auntie Jenny, I can’t abort it. I simply can’t. What is easiest, if it isn’t right, I just…”

“Hush my child, I agree.”

“So do I.” Jamie would keep his word, whatever she wants to do. He is relieved that, that wasn’t it.

“Leaves adoption or parenting.” Ian was shocked at his niece’s news. In truth, he worried more about one of his own daughters announcing such more then Willa.

“Aye,” her hands twist in her lap, “I ah, am thinking adoption. I just don’t know if I can do this alone.”

“The father, he won’t …” Rose was furious at this bloke who stole her sister’s innocence and left her in trouble. Like her daddy, she would love to confront him but Mama Claire is right. Now Willa is important.

She meets her daddy’s eyes and sees the same barely held contempt for the man.

“I need to tell him. I mean, he has a right to know.”

“Right,” Jamie mumbles under his breath, “right to be neutered.” Claire hears and frowns at him.

“Yes Willa, he does. If you choose adoption, he will have to agree.” She says.

“Right. Right. Man, how did things get so messed up! I barely recall this conception. Now I have to tell the father. What if he acts like a jerk?”

“Then he will meet your father,” Jamie growls out, “in an unpleasant way.”

“You will invite him here so you won’t be alone,” Rose adds, “were he to act that way, you will have support.”

“You will have support no matter what. If you decide to keep the baby, you won’t be alone. No matter what he does.” Auntie Jenny adds.

“Aye, you will.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #the heart don't lie #chapter 71 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

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A BIO I MADE FOR MY WITTEWIFE, CLARA!🧡💕🤎✨

Snatched the bio template from 👉here👈.

General Information:

Full Name: Clara Clawthrone.

Nickname(s): Claire, Eclair, Love, Dear, Cutie, Sweetheart, Charmer, Enchanter, Witchling, Good Girl, Bad Girl, Wench, Hateable Sorceress.

Age: 25 (long hair) 26 (short hair).

Gender: Female (She/Her).

Place of Birth: The Demon Realm.

Date of Birth: September 22 aka First Day Of Fall!🧡🧡🧡💕💕💕🍁🍃🍂✨

Species: Witch.

Occupation: Being pretty. Kidding! Saleswoman actually lol! She could be spotted a lot in the town's marketplace trying to sell little knick knacks and trinkets.

Skills / Abilities : Magic wielder!🔮✨

Voice: Tw//ilight Sp//arkle (M//y Lit//tle P//ony) And Il//ana (S//ym-Bi//onic Tit//an).

Status: Deceased.

Appearance:

Height: 5'4.

Weight: 130 lb.

Skin Type: Fair.

Hair Color: Shifts during seasons. In winter and fall, she's a full brunette with bits of orange in her hair. But in spring and summer, she's 🧡half🧡 and 🤎half🤎 lol.

Hair Style: (Left) Long and lovely! (Right) Short and super cute!

Eye Color: Green.

Clothing: Medieval / Renaissance / Fantasy style dress!

Accessories: Her staff!

Features: Her most prominent features are her freckles! <3 Also her cowlick! <3

Relationships:

Family: Mother, Father, Older and Younger Sister (she's a middle child), her baby.

Love Interest/Crush: A CERTAIN BLONDE.(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Friends/Allies: Being a friendly and outgoing witch, she's made alot of friends / allies on the Isles, but her bestest, most closest friend and ally of all time has to be her blue jay palisman, Syrup.🐦💙

Enemies: Uh, DEFINITELY Philip after that cave incident... That man really killed her hubby and JUST ran away. Coward.

Other Information:

History: Clara Clawthrone had a happy childhood growing up. She was a bright and bubbly little witch who loved her parents and sisters dearly.❤️ As a kid, she had a huge fascination with magic! Seeing it being used and using it herself was always a fun experience! Speaking of fun, as a teen, something else she found fascinating were humans and romance! She's never met one, but she's seen images of them. Alot were cute! Especially the boys.💕 A witch falling in love with a human might sound absurd to some, but to Clara, it was a dream come true! Almost like something in a fairy tale! Now an adult, that fantasy would soon become reality when the witchling one day crosses path with one in the marketplace. His name is Caleb...

Personality: Clara is a cute, cheerful, and carefree witch with a heart of gold and an eye for adventure! She's also quite inquisitive, always asking questions about new or unknown things.

Quote(s): "Ooo, can I touch it?" (I just feel like that's something you would hear her CONSTANTLY say lol).

Likes: Adventure, magic, fun, learning new spells / things in general, baking, birds (specifically blue jays), making friends, falling in love, gardening, dancing, dresses, using her fists in self-defense, being a bad girl™ rebel, children, dolls, flowers, sparkles, fireworks, shopping at the marketplace, and being a Clawthrone.

Dislikes: Long lines, bad attitudes, running out of / not having enough snails, her freckles (sometimes), upsetting someone she loves, feeling alone, getting hurt, seeing plants die, Caleb's fate, crooked daggers, and having her heart broken.

Goals: Finding the love of her life and getting the chance to one day travel the Isles with them.💕

Habits: LATE NIGHT SNACKING AND OVERSLEEPING.

Flaws: Her occasional naively and ditziness. Also, her tendencies to act immature sometimes.

Trivia:

• I named Clara 'Clara' because I think it goes well with the name 'Caleb'. Also, it's got 5 letters like Caleb so lol.😁

• She would LOVE chocolate and beef jerky.

• Her favorite flowers are orange lilies!🧡

• Is strong enough to pick up Caleb bridal style (and definitely has lol).

• Is pan💖💙💛

#(SHE🧡💕🤎✨)#(HER🧡💕🤎✨)#(THE GIRL🧡💕🤎✨)#(*posts this and waits for canon to tell me how wrong i am🙂*)#(ngl bios for oc's are not my strong suit but hey at least i had fun writing this😅)#the owl house #owl house #toh #clara clawthrone #wittewife #writing #my writing

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steele-soulmate · 6 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 483, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1162

“Hey sweetheart?” Peter said as he scrolled through the emails on his cell phone. “The band has been scheduled to play for a one night only concert at the King Peter arena in downtown Brooklyn on Halloween Eve in two weeks. Do you want to come and be my good luck charm, or do you want to go trick or treating with the kids?”

“I think I’ll go with you, my love,” I answered him as the two of us did our morning stretches- him using little girl and Baby Tommy as weights and me doing gentle pregnant yoga. “I’m quite honestly at that point of my pregnancy where I don’t want you out of my sight.”

“I don’t blame you one bit sweetheart,” he told me as he lifted little girl up from his hip to his shoulder and lowered her before repeating the same rep with Baby Tommy and then switching back again.

“Papa Pete!” screeched little girl giggled, happy as a bed of clams. “Papa Pete!”

“Dadadadadadadadada!” babbled Baby Tommy, cackling with glee as his father acted as a manly beefcake. “Dadadadadadadadada!”

“Sweet babies!” he cooed with a peaceful smile on his face. “Daddy loves his babies!”

“My love, will you be wearing the babies in a back papoose?” I wondered as I went into a modified tree pose, keeping my breathing evened and paced.

“Of course I will,” he reassured me. “And then Baby Violet Marie is due the following day on November first, right?”

“Hopefully Baby Violet Marie won’t take after her Uncle Gideon and be a ten month baby!” I huffed. “I am ready to have my body back.”

“Sweetheart, you always look so beautiful no matter what,” he pacified me in a deep rumble as he set the babies down to do push up next. Little girl and Baby Tommy scrambled over to climb onto his back and offer him with a bit of extra weight as he did pushups next.

“As flattered as I am at hearing your opinion of myself, that’s not what I was referring too,” I corrected him in a dry tone as I stretched into a gently modified unicorn and then into rainbow. “I’m talking about walking without feeling like I swallowed a watermelon whole, saying bye to the neverending heartburn, being able to sleep on my stomach again…”

“Ah okay then,” he grunted as he raised and lowered himself in slow succession, the babies giggling from the perch on his back. “Well sweetheart, anything that needs doing you can have me and the kids do.”

“And Isabelle?” I asked as I awkwardly rolled into a criss cross applesauce position.

“I consider Isabelle as one of our kids,” he confessed in a sheepish tone of voice.

“My love, how does that work?” I wondered as I set my elbows down behind me and fell into a lazy pose.

“Well my sweetheart, Isabelle never had a positive father figure in her life,” he reminded me as he waited for the babies to get off from him before rolling into a causal sitting position and welcoming them in for some cuddle time. “That plus she had extensive trauma dealt to her from an early age and she likes me well enough.”“No papochka, kogda ty khochesh' yeshche raz trakhnut' yeye khoroshen'kuyu kisku?” I asked him with an innocent flutter of my lips. “Fuk!”

“LITTLE GIRL-”

~xoXox~

“Oh my goodness, you lot are so adorable!” I laughed as Elizabeth had Baby Tommy try on his Halloween costume.

The kids were getting dressed up as characters from the children’s classic books, Madeline. The girls had blue dresses and yellow hats and Baby Tommy would wear a red onesie and a dark blue bonnet.

Katie was giggling as she sewed trim onto her little coat, which was lined in fleece for extra warmth from the late October promised chill.

“Mommy, Lizz Lizz and I are thinking about a music video for Madeline,” she clued me in with a giggle.

“Oh, how fun!” I told her as I turned from my desk, where I had been getting ready for this year’s NaNoWriMo. “Will you use the music from the 1993 cartoon or the 1998 live action adaptation?”

“An original song,” Elizabeth answered with a grin. “Little girl will play the lead role of Madeline!”

“Oh, how cool!” I smiled.

Elizabeth began to hum the handwritten song and I smiled at the sweet melody.

“Katie will play the piano and I will play mommy’s harp,” Elizabeth informed me.

“What will the babies play, out of curiosity?” I asked her in a teasing tone of voice.

“They will play with little plush mice that Jacob is giving me for the purpose of the music video,” she told me with a smile stretched across her face.

“Ah okay,” I said. “What instruments do you think the babies would play?”

“Baby Tommy will play the cello, just like daddy!” Katie declared with a giggle.

“Baby Kit will play the flute, and little girl would play a drum set of some kind,” Elizabeth explained. “Jacob plays the bagpipes.”

“Ah, that does not surprise me,” I conversed with my children as Baby Violet Marie punched wildly.

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“Jacob’s mother is from Scotland originally, she met his father while he was studying at the University of Edinburgh, where he was majoring in music studies,” I continued speaking. “I do believe she was singing at the opera house and he was invited backstage to speak with the performers. But I could be wrong.”

“You’re never wrong, mommy,” Elizabeth reassured me, going to strip Baby Tommy from his Halloween costume. “It’s a cardinal rule with mommies- mommies are never wrong.”

“Well then.”

No papochka, kogda ty khochesh' yeshche raz trakhnut' yeye khoroshen'kuyu kisku, but daddy when do you want to fuck her pretty pussy again, Russain

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Person A is the host of their system, and also happens to be child, both in body and system age. The only other two members of their system are two teenage versions of themselves, who treat Person A like a little sibling.

Bonus: Person A is a very quiet child to the point of not allowing themselves to act like a kid. Headmates B and C, however, are determined to give them some good childhood experiences, and encourage them to do regular child things like play dress up and mess around in mud puddles. Hey, if they had to skip childhood, at least they can live vicariously through Person A! - via @pluralprompts

"No! I'm not doing it!" Shouted Claire as she curled up into a ball, covering her ears. The two protectors sighed as they sat beside her in headspace, looking at each other from the side. They had only suggested they play tea party with her, yk, because Claire acted more like an adult than her actual parents. What was so wrong about that?

"C'mon Claire," Kent said, patting her head cautiously, "It's really not that much of a big deal. Me and Danny just wanna play with you! You wanna play with us, right?"

She shook her head. "Can't. It's a waste of food and resources!" The two gave each other a funny look.

"Claire," Daniel's voice sounded reassuring, reassuring enough that Claire uncovered her ears, still curled up. "You're not gonna waste resources. I think you'd be using them if you were having a tea party! Using resources isn't a bad thing. Don't you want to invite Bear and Piggy to it? We can have little sandwiches!"

She perked up at that, "Sandwiches? Like in Frozen?" Both boys nod readily.

"Yeah! Leave it to us Claire! We'll make you the best tea party ever!" Kent pumped his fist into the air as he said that.

Although hesitantly, Claire nodded uncurling herself and "letting herself be surprised" as they fronted and switched between setting up the party and doing their best to make the food. After about half an hour, it was ready.

"Claire Bear!" Daniel called out. Claire uncovered her eyes and they widen as she realized what the two had done.

Daniel had done his best to cut up the sandwiches using cookie cutters. They were nutella on wheat (her favorite) and on another plate were various cookies and other treats he found. His version of "tea" was white cranberry peach juice, leftover from Christmas dinner. Kent had set up the stuffed animals with Bear on the left and Piggy right next to him (so Bear wouldn't be lonely) and somehow found her lost tea set, which was being used right now. Playing in the background was her favorite, The Mitchells V.S the Machines.

Claire took a second to look at everything, memories of it being prepared coming to her but yet feeling for foreign. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying but Kent and Daniel moved together in headspace to give her a hug.

"Me and Daniel know Christmas was hard, Claire Bear," Kent grinned, "So we made you this! Do you like it?"

Claire let the tears stream down her face for a second for laughing. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it!" She grinned as she took her place next to Bear and faced her stuffed animals towards the TV. "Do you think she'll forget?" Daniel said, looking fondly at his somewhat little sister enjoying herself with her stuffed animals.

"This moment? Probably. But us? Never," Kent laughed, nudging Daniel as the three of them enjoyed the little moments they had for now.

#pluralprose #written by anna and cami #endo safe #plural #pluralgang #actuallyplural #plural system

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nellie-elizabeth · 10 months

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Outlander: Singapore (7x05)

Huh, interesting. A couple of significant changes I'm not sure how to feel about, but an otherwise solid episode!

Cons:

Now, as a caveat, it has been a minute since I read the books, but I'm almost sure the scene with Ian meeting Emily's son goes a lot differently. For one, Ian is the one to name the kid Swiftest of Lizards, and Emily actually asks Ian to name her daughter, but he feels a connection to the older boy, and names him instead. It's left incredibly ambiguous as to whether or not this really is Ian's biological son, although later events strongly suggest this to be the case. In the show, they cast a little white kid to play Swiftest of Lizards, so it seems pretty clear we're not supposed to have any doubt. And he already has his Mohawk name, and Ian gives him an English one: Ian James. I'm... not sure how to feel about this. I liked the subtlety, the ambiguity, in the book. And I liked that Ian claimed the right to name him in the Mohawk fashion, instead of being handed the opportunity by Emily. It makes Ian's connection to his Mohawk identity stronger, that he names this child of his spirit in the tradition of one of his chosen people, instead of the people of his birth. I don't know, it just felt a little too neat and tidy, the way this played out.

Another change from the books is that I think Brianna realizes that the hazing is something they've done to the other people a little sooner? She doesn't go home and talk about how this was an act of sexism with Roger, and get his reassurance. I don't... mind that, strictly speaking, but I do think the stuff with Roger works a little better if he's not quite so perfect at atoning for his mistake of not supporting her perfectly. He's got a lot of sexist ideas that he has to work to overcome consistently.

Pros:

I will say, Bree and Roger are a lot easier to like as a couple in the 1980s than they were in the past. I don't know why, exactly, but something about Sophie Skelton's acting style (she's still a weak point in the show for me) works a little better in a more contemporary setting. And gosh, Roger looks handsome with his 80's haircut and clothes, holding his daughter in his arms... I also like the sinister hints that something's going on, with the food wrappers, and Mandy seeming to see someone lurking outside.

I'm glad they kept in things like Jem talking to his grandfather in the graveyard, and Brianna wondering if her parents might be buried there at Lallybroch. She's afraid to look. And the bit about Jem speaking Gaelic at school and getting in trouble for it - it's so wild to me that things like that can happen. How evil do you have to be to actively try and stamp out language and culture like that? It's cool that we're keeping these little subplots in, when there's so much else we need to cover. Another highlight is Brianna weeping over her parents and deciding to read another letter. The device of having Claire's narration come through the form of letters to Bree and Roger works better than just the out of nowhere narration that the show has been struggling with since day one.

Meanwhile, the Hunters and William are traveling together, and they stop for the night with a couple who lures them off the road and tries to murder and rob them in the dead of night! William saves them by killing the man and incapacitating the woman, but he has complicated feelings about having killed someone for the first time. I loved that the scenes with them started with a moral debate over the merits of taking a human life. Obviously the Quakers are anti-violence, but William points out that part of what allows them their stance is that they depend on others to enact violence on their behalf. Denny used medical cadavers for his research, and they were executed criminals! How does he circle that square?

I will also say, in contrast to my thoughts last week, I was a little bit charmed by Rachel here. I thought she had decent chemistry with William, and I also thought the moment when she and Ian ran into each other was pretty sweet. I've found that when Ian gives a big smile, it makes him look young and boyish and super charming in a not-conventionally-attractive way. (The scene between Ian and Claire about his chances to father children in the future was very sweet, too.)

I was excited for Claire and Denny's team-up as surgeons at Fort Ticonderoga, it was super refreshing to have him show up and immediately respect her opinion, the same way she respected his. They work together to amputate a man's leg, but are forced to leave the injured man behind as the British approach to take the fort, meaning he'll end up a prisoner of war. Book readers know that this man has a role to play later on, so that'll be interesting to see.

Meanwhile nobody takes Jamie seriously about his worries that the British army will approach from over the water and take the high ground, and even after he tries to convince the higher-ups, they ignore him. Turns out, he was right, and the Americans are forced to flee and let the British take the fort. You should always listen to Jamie Fraser, he knows what he's talking about here! I like that we're seeing some of Jamie's tactical brilliance, but also the way he stays cool under pressure, and has learned how to keep his mouth shut when he's being disrespected. He will lead the men under his command with honor, he'll fight for what he thinks is right, but he's also got his survival, and that of his family, front of mind. It's a good balance for his character!

So there ya have it. Lots of stuff going on. I know I keep saying this over and over, but it impresses me how little they're cutting out of the books. Every time I realize we're getting a particular scene or a setup for a character to arrive, I find myself a little surprised, thinking about all the stuff that could have been cut off to make room for the main plot. There wasn't a lot of Claire in this episode compared with most of the other characters, and I think that's okay - she has plenty of time to shine later on!

8.5/10

#review #outlander #outlander review

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Haha omg I forgot about the rocketship baby. I think also a Machina or Shard baby was planned? Hate how they took having to nerf that as a reason to take out everything- not to mention a lot of the weird humor they used as an excuse to take out things is still in there so what the fuck! (Also I liked all the stupid jokes lol I started reading when I was still a kid myself & I'm still that kind of goofy silly whimsical person now.) This comic drew me in on it's original artstyle & concept & while I can see why the art changed with a more serious tone I don't understand why the story had to change so much- the tagline used to be "pregnant nun holy crap", & it was such an effective draw-in (& short-sweet-&-to-the-point in those little sidebar ads Hiveworks used to show) that I feel like there was really no reason to get rid of it- it was like the whole thing the comic was about & advertised on! I also love to think about what could have been had they stuck with that-

I'm not sure how they would have included Gabrielle being an angel especially since Christianity existing in a tangible non-faith-based form never seemed to exist in the story, & Gabby being a sea creature/siren worked so well with what was already established even from the get-go, however her having her own motives instead of being so closely intertwined as a friend & pseudo-relative with Oscar & Catherine would have been great. Maybe she would have wanted to raise whatever Claire gave birth to as payback for having Claire sort of stolen from her. Maybe she would have thought herself a better parent to this baby than Oscar & Catherine. Maybe she could have just wanted a Clementine replacement, to bring Eden back? Literally just playing it straight that Claire would be giving birth to another new child savior. Grimm could have been a nice part of that, as Gabrielle's above-ground agent, especially since early concept art showed Gabrielle possessed by him- her taking Grimm's possession away from Catherine as a way to stay above ground would have been neat. I get that Grimm is a child but his first old appearances acted more adult, him as a former shard child now grown who also has the motive to bring back Eden would have been cool.

I do think some characters just being straight-up-bigoted then changing would have been fine & more realistic, we don't have to love or even like every character & even despite that many people do like characters with those sort of pasts. Olga's characterization seems torn in different directions, same with Marguerite. People can have complicated reasons for things- like maybe Marguerite could have lived in Eden & blamed Claire & Olga could just be a hardass brainwashed by the Helsings but instead with them any turns in behavior seem mostly influenced by the induced forgetfulness. (Also Olga forming a crush on Jackson in the current story as she softens instead of them already having a relationship would have been cute.) Olga already being a Moonwolf is just complicated on top of her innate strength magic & curse she made with Azi about turning into a werewolf- that just falls flat if she's already a barely controlled wolf-creature, why wouldn't she jump on the chance to turn into a wolf-creature that can control how they change at will? Helsings are already cool with magic so long as it progresses their cause.

Also the original way Oscar & Catherine's relationship was implied/seemed to the readers before the retcons- that if they were together in the past they'd maybe had a falling out or weren't allowed to be together due to the church & were raising the twins & Claire separately, would have made Claire & Marie's future relationship a lot less creepy. All the cute or funny moments in the comic with the twins in the abbey & right after wouldn't have had to be changed either, replaced with exposition dumps & dark moments that don't match the bright color scheme (picked for a humorous/upbeat atmosphere) drawn years ago.

If the church wasn't cool with in-dating at least (they don't have to be homophobic, could just be off-bounds because everyone is a nun, like how Claire's pregnancy had her "headed to the pyre" anyways) it also would have made Yolanda's actions more consistent, it doesn't make sense Yolanda allows so much but that she held a witch trial. Yolanda never needed to be Abby's mother but since she is, joining the church could have been motivated by a "been alive so long I feel like I need to be in a role of power to control the world" sort of thing, a more complicated role to a character that otherwise exists to be solely soft & sweet (besides the witch trial which, again, seems ooc with how she is established in the MiMos).

Someone like Magpie who took on the role of raising kids young (& loved the job unlike most people forced to be parents that young) falling in love with somebody who has the potential for that kind of child abuse when Magpie was away would have been interesting. Instead of regressing into permabird he could've just been some weird old hobo who can't stick around due to magic & his past trauma who occasionally shows up in hopes of checking on the kids to make sure Margie hasn't gotten too bad (in fact there's a livewrite where he does meet up as a human & expresses guilt & regret at Margie's behavior while he's not around) & then it could be he maybe got into trouble around the time the comic starts & hasn't been around for awhile to keep an eye on Margie. Instead Marguerite just has something akin to dementia & it's not her fault.

Claire still being pregnant & having some sort of magic pregnancy not bound by time would've both made more sense & been interesting, her character has felt very one-note for most of the comic's history until just very recently, I feel like because her character has also been torn in a few directions by all this confusion. Taking on reader input & being more open to critique would have done this webcomic a whole lot more justice.

🤩 Thank you for sharing! These are all fascinating ideas!

—Mod Marie🌸

#sister claire critical

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noxtms · 10 months

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dear cherry ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for BILL WEASLEY has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! boyd holbrook is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼ boyd holbrook, cis man, he/him / soldier, poet, king by jacob cook + and so it begins, self-admonishment heark, all bathed in strawberry lightning ! center stage, something of a divine right. “i am, myself, indifferent honest; i could accuse me of such things it were better my mother had not borne me. i am — -” proud. ( firstborn, forever limned in that gilded light / you are the first, my love: to be held in father’s shaking, unsteady arms, to take tentative steps and catch the edge of your forehead on the coffee table. to receive your letter, expected as it is. to glow something glorious. oh, he’s a wonderful boy. and you are, aren’t you ? pride and joy, as they put it, your parents who retire that very phrase the minute your mother’s belly swells for the second time, but there’s something about the ego trip that you hang onto, just for a while. set the curve, stay ahead of it, revel in that little pinprick that you confine to just below the candy-cane curve of your right rib. sylvia plath said it best: i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am, i am, i am … ) revengeful. ( and you’ve done things you’re not proud of, in the name of the ire that feels like a smoldering bonfire at your very core. there’s punches thrown, and hexes spat, and hate that sits venomous and green at the tip of your tongue. someone threatens to push your brother off his broom, for the outrageous crime of catching the golden snitch a second beforehand … shining prefect badge be damned, you’ll go down swinging for the ones you love. ) ambitious. ( is this why you leave, darling ? it’s quite the distance, london to cairo. your mother says she doesn’t mind the time difference, nor the mileage, but there’s something like an open wound in her tearful gaze and you can’t quite meet it. dirtiest trophy on the shelf: first child to leave home / to break your mother’s heart in two, slick - shiny ligaments catching the light as she waves you goodbye. you think about her less than you should, she worries about you with every second breath, your ambition comes at a cost and it’s a few gray hairs at her temple. ) with more offences at my beck than i have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. ( you’ve grown cold, darling. what did not kill me never made me stronger. it only left ragged scars, something a little jaded in the way your laughter breaks off / did you snap like this, before ? sunny boy turned charming man with a temperate like spun sugar, nobody would have ever expected this of you. early mornings sat atop the rocks, watching the tide crash in ; the spray is brutally fresh and you can practically taste it, the wind slices at exposed flesh. gaze cast out into whitecaps like you might find something you’ve lost amongst the waves, how many times have you been here before ? navalgazing cannot change a fate long decided, my dear. dust yourself off, and go home to the hearth that’s cooled now that there’s nobody else to stoke it. ) “we are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.” ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that WILLIAM ‘BILL’ LEANDER WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY SEVEN year old pureblood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a CURSEBREAKER AT GRINGOTT’S. i’ve heard they can be quite EQUABLE & SCRUPULOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very BREVILOQUENT & MERCURIAL in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ claire, twenty4, aest, she/they ]

#hp rp #harry potter rp #dark rp #war rp #magic rp #fantasy rp #book rp #accepted.

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Random high maintenance jan 26 2017

(This is a tape from after I went to see the writers of the HBO show “high maintenance” because they wanted to interview a sexworker. I was there for 2 hours, and I dissociated for the interview….until I brought the pendulum out for comfort and started talking with “Stella”. I ended up telling them how I had been talking psychically with my estranged boyfriend and my dead niece. They were definitely mesmerized. )

Do you think they’re gonna ask me to play her? I think so too.

Can I do it though? Can I do it well? Do you think I’ll get more acting jobs from it?

Jakk and I are like,… So can I ask you a question? Cause I’m really confused. So jack is actually communicating with me through Stella, through the pendulum. I’m not imagining that right? That’s actually happening? And we’re actually basically having sex… Through it? When I put it in my mouth, when I put the safety pin in my mouth. That’s the key he’s putting the safety pin, some transference of energy or something. Can he see me?? Yes. And part of that is because.. he’s a magician. And is it that you and nusch have been teaching him magic?

But I can’t see him, I won’t be able to see him in the flesh until, so there’s a letter for me at Lafayette you keep saying.

Do I need to go get it?

No? We’re just basically communicating everything through pendulum at this point?(sighs)

But you realize that is crazy making? Like how long am I supposed to do that? I know you don’t think it’s crazy making because you live in an alternate reality, but I live in this one.

“If I want to talk to him, I have to talk to him through the pendulum.” Yes, got it. Until when?(She sighs). Until april 17th. How long is that? (She starts to count). 12 weeks, 12 more weeks.

That’s a long time. Boy. But you swear that this is… This is not a mirage. He basically has nothing to do with her anymore. Well I said I was gonna do cards today but I want to check with you about some other things first… Are we basically done with her harassing me about sex work stuff since I’m not doing any more sex work? Yes. Is her mother still gonna get in touch with me?

Did jakk tell her mother that Blond was harassing me and made it so I couldn’t work anymore. And is it true that… That Lori asked Jakk if he was in love with me.

And what did jack say?

He said he was. How did Lori react? Did she say why aren’t you with her? (Exhales again)

Wow.

Did he tell her he’s been trying to separate from Blond for a while?

WHOA.

What about my dad?

Oh so he’s afraid to talk to me? He’s afraid of what I’m gonna do.

Is he sleeping? Like is he sleeping regularly? Do you still see Claire dying within five years? I’m probably not gonna tell him that but I should write it in my notebook. Are they prepared to offer me money? A lot of money.

Would it be better if I just wrote a long letter? Isn’t it written in aunt jeannie’s journal that grandma told her?

Writing that after I saw you the last time I got concussion and then Stella helped me realize my first fall was the same day she died it’s time for us to do this, dad. It happened after you taught me to ride my bike on October 7, 1979. The same day she died. She’s led me to everything.

The falls are connected to what’s hidden.

She’s how I realized do you think I should send it?

So ponder.

Who was it that made me listen to 1979? Was it Stella? It was Stella. It was the first song she sent me. Huh.

So Stella is Jesus? She sneezes. And I am Mary, mother of God. And you’ve known this for a while? (Starts to laugh) The one looking for God the hardest going to the priest asking questions about God. That’s funny. You remember I’d ask you what happens to our bodies when you die. It was very hard for me as a child. Very hard.

All right I’m gonna shuffle. (She starts to shuffle her cards)

I do not want a full reading.

Random has my dad already told Chuck? That’s a yes?

Sweet love? You have a sweet love?

(Shuffling again)

Fuck.

Haven’t gotten that card in a while. Are you almost done?

I hate when you do this to me.

It looks like…..

So it’s the end of January and I’m not gonna see him til…april?

So the 6 of cups…so what are you telling me to do?

Is she gonna be pregnant in a mental institution?

So the 6 of cups…is it Jakk?

so he’s really Thinking about the past

The 6 of cups can also mean you’re too rooted in the past

If you need to talk to someone about a problem it should be someone who knows me well

Is it true that he got the chef position at ssam bar?

That’s so good!

And so that’s what the 2 Of wands is, him stepping into his personal power

And the 10 of cups reversed that’s blond and Jakk?

Yeah cause they’re done, right?

He knows he wants to be with me. And he would be with me if she wasn’t pregnant. And he’s trying to figure out what to do.

But because she’s attacking me he also feels like he has to stay in it to protect me, right because that’s one way of protecting me… So if he stays married to her, he’s protecting me.

Yeah.

The 4th cups reversed I’m guessing that’s jakk…oh man

I don’t want to look at all this! Is it gonna work out in the end?

So the general consensus that I have to be patient and I can’t see him til April

And you really see that we really connect through the pendulum…do you think they’re gonna have me be their girl for high maintenance??

#watch the tapes #high maintenance #january 2017

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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UNEXPECTED REUNION

!! NOT MINE, EVERYTHING WAS WRITTEN BY @queensnowdon !!

18+

Themes: Fluff, Slight-Angst, Gore, Smut

Warnings: Cursing, bullying, mentions of deaths, gore, mention of sex, minor injuries and violence

My friends and I drove down to Texas for a road trip. The hot temperature of Texas made me remove my cardigan, showing my friends my shoulders. They teased me about this but I didn’t give a damn about it and didn’t dare to reply to their nonsense talks. I mean, it’s not the first time they saw someone’s shoulders so why are they acting dumb? As the van continued passing places from one to another, I can’t help but remember my childhood friend whom I love the most. I used to live here with my older sister as a child.

I had a friend who has a deformed face and became my lover. He was always bullied because of how he looked. I never had the heart to do the same thing those heartless children did. The first time I approach him, he couldn’t make eye contact with me, feeling embarrassed but I assured him that I am different from those kids. I’d always protect and defend him against his bullies. They even tease me too for being friends with their so-called monster. I promised him that I will always protect him. His family, especially his mother, welcomes me wholeheartedly inside their house. Until we both reached our teenage years. I guess it was a young love, being in a relationship.

It was New Year's Eve. I find the best dress I could find. I saw a baby blue off-shoulder dress. It was knee-length and it was from my mother who passed away when I was 5. That night, he confessed his feelings toward me. He was nervous, I can see that in his eyes. But it changed the moment I told him that I love him too. He gave me a simple ring with a small diamond on it and slipped it onto my ring finger. And the most beautiful part was that we had our first kiss just right exactly the fireworks display started. We chuckled when we pulled away and our relationship as lovers started that night. Every day, I’ll be visiting him at their house. Every night, we’d always lie down on the grass field, admiring the stars or even counting them until we fell asleep holding hands, fingers intertwined with each other. We’d dance to the music playing on the radio and would laugh when we danced a wrong step. We were only 15 but acted like a married couple.

Until one afternoon, while walking down the road to his house, a group of boys made fun of us. I did my best to protect him but it turned out a little unexpected. One of them pulled out a knife and I ended up being slashed just to protect him that’s why I have a scar on my collarbone. I saw how furious he was that time that he beat them all with his big body. My sister find out about what happened and decided to take me away by moving out of Texas. I begged her but she didn’t care about that anymore. She even blame him for what happened to me. The night before we left Texas, I headed to their house and just hugged him, crying on his shoulder.

“Dear, listen to me. No matter what happens or no matter how long will I be gone away, I will come back to you. I promise you that. We will get married in the future, right? Please, trust me. I love you, Tommy…”

That was the last time I hugged him. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t love him anymore. Now that I am completely unemployed while my sister completely let go of me and is currently with her boyfriend abroad.

I sighed and swallowed back the tears that are about slip out of my eyes. And then, the van suddenly malfunctioned until we stopped completely in the middle of nowhere, under the hot summer sky. Everyone groaned in frustration and the driver, Francis, got down and checked the battery. He grunts in frustration and the others started to get down.

“Seems like the van can’t go for now.” Francis’s words made everyone whine.

“What the hell?! What are we going to do now?!!” Jennifer whined and her boyfriend, Luke grunted.

Marie, James, and Claire were also disappointed about the incident. Francis took out his tools and start fixing the van. The others decided to go back inside the van, can’t bear the hot temperature of summer while I grabbed a blanket and cover Francis from the heat.

“I don’t think I can fix this by myself. Can you go look down the road to see if there’s anyone who could help us?”

“Yeah, sure.” I peaked out to the road and found a car heading our way.

“Guys, we’re lucky! There’s a car going here.” When I said that, Francis whipped his head around while the others inside the van peeked out and saw that there was a car going towards us.

The car went closer and closer before stopping a meter away from our vehicle. It’s a sheriff's car. Once the man got down, I had a strange feeling about this man. He looks familiar with me but I shrugged it off as my friends and I needed help to have our van fixed. I saw that his name was Hoyt with his tag attached to his uniform.

“What are you kids doing here?”

“Good afternoon, sir. We’d like to ask for some help to have our van fixed.” The older man headed to the van and checked it. After a few seconds, he sighed and turned around to face us.

“Well, I guess it would take days to fix your van. If you like, you can stay at my house. It’s not so far away from here.”

Everyone agreed. The sheriff gave us a ride with the van being pulled by his car. I can’t help but be curious about who this man is. I felt I’d met him before but can’t remember where or when. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at the house he was talking about. My eyes widened at the realization that it was my first love’s house. I can’t believe it and I can’t help but be excited to meet Thomas again. It’s been 14 years since I left this place but now I am back. I saw an old man in a wheelchair because he has no legs anymore and I knew it was Uncle Monty. I felt bad and curious at the same time about what happened to his legs. A dog was sitting beside him and barked, seeing unfamiliar visitors.

My friends looked around the old house and an old woman which I recognized as Aunt Luda May who cleaned my wound that afternoon and stood as my mother rather than my sister who never cared for me ever since our mother died. What happened after taking me away from Texas was that she neglected me that’s why I learned how to stand on my own feet.

“Oh, Charlie, who are they?” The older woman asked and the sheriff replied in a low tone.

Well, they let us inside their house. Everything was still the same. I wonder where is Thomas right now. I want to ask about him but I think this is not the right time. They served us a delicious meal for lunch. After lunch, I decided to help Aunt Luda May to wash the dishes. I don’t think she remembers me though. We would share a small conversation but after washing the used plates, glasses, and utensils, she told me that I may go and enjoy the rest of the day.

I decided to go outside the house and the dog I saw earlier approached me with a ball in his mouth. He put it down on the ground and sit down while wagging its tail. I stiffed a laugh and grabbed the ball and threw. The dog ran, following the ball I threw and he will be back with it in his mouth. It’s an Anatolian Shepherd dog which suits for protecting the property. We’d run around the field, having fun together. The dog was obedient and I never had a hard time teaching him new tricks.

But I didn’t know while I was having fun with the dog, my friends are now being murdered with a chainsaw.

The sun has set beyond the horizon and the sky became dark and filled with twinkling stars. The night wasn’t peaceful. Claire, Marie, James, and Francis were dead. Francis’ death shook me to the bones seeing his upper body being torn from his lower half. Luke died eventually by trying to protect me and Jennifer. My dress was now spoiled with mud and a few splashes of blood. I pulled her away from that area and eventually blamed me for what happened to her boyfriend.

“If only you didn’t ask that fucking old man for help, then none of these would happen! You killer them, Y/n! They died because of you!”

“Jennifer, I didn’t mean any of these! All we have to do is to find a way of how are we going to escape this place!”

A child with dirty clothes appeared. Jennifer approached the child and shook the child’s body so the boy got scared.

“Hey, you! Do you know any way to get out of here?!” Jennifer asked him as kept shaking him and the child got scared.

“Jennifer, stop! You’re hurting the child!” I hissed at Jennifer and pulled the child away from her grasp.

“That child probably knows anything of how will we get out of this place!”

But then, my eyes widened to see the murderer walking quietly behind Jennifer. I started to back away with the child. Jennifer kept ranting, without knowing that the man who killed our friends was right behind her. The moment she noticed our expression, she turned around and screamed before being cut in half with the chainsaw. I screamed in horror and ran away with the child as fast as I could. When I found a spot, the child tried to move away but the way he signed at me, he was telling me that he will distract the guy. I told him not to but forced me to let go of him and ran away.

I was so scared to death now that I am the only one alive. I sneaked from one place to another place inside the house until I heard people talking.

“You must find the other one, Tommy! That bitch can’t escape of else–” An old man’s voice said which I recognized as Sheriff Hoyt.

“Come on, Charlie. Don’t speak to my son like that!” A woman’s voice said which belongs to Aunt Luda.

“Listen to me, Thomas Hewitt! You must find and kill that girl before the sunrise!”

My eyes widened when I heard that name, the name of my old lover. I couldn’t believe what I am hearing right now. I can’t believe that the boy I promised to protect and marry someday murdered my friends. I felt nothing but guilt and pain in my heart. Did he become like this because I left him? What happened to him to be this way? He was so different from the Tommy I shared my first kiss with. He’s not the boy I protected 14 years ago. Did he become like this because of me? Despite being guilty, I do still love him. I just can’t understand why did he come to this point?

Suddenly, I made a wrong move making a sound that probably caught the family’s attention. I get out of the place I am hiding, not caring if they see me. All I did was run through the front door. Not so long, I heard a running chainsaw. I turned my head and saw Tommy was after me. And because of the turn of my head, I tripped with a random branch. My ankle got sprained and I couldn’t run that fast. I turned around and sobbed, watching Tommy walking toward me with eyes full of rage. I continued crawling backward even though within a second, this man could tear me into pieces. My heart was hammering against my chest, terrified of what could happen next. Tommy raised the chainsaw above his head, ready to kill. I tightly closed my eyes and ears with my hands.

“TOMMY!!!!!!” I screamed, terrified yet preparing for my death but I felt no pain. I opened my eyes and looked at him, putting down his weapon. He’s not looking at me in the eyes. I followed his gaze and he was looking at my scar on the collarbone.

He turned off his chainsaw and put it down on the ground. I covered my face with my hands and cried harder. He kneel in front of me and he touched my hands, removing them from my face. He looked down at my hand and rubbed the diamond ring on my ring finger with his thumb before looking into my eyes.

“Tommy, it’s me, Y/n.” I sobbed. Tommy’s eyes are now filled with tears. He cupped my cheek with his other hand while the other one remained to hold my hand.

“Y/n…” He whispered my name but it was loud enough for me to hear. I nodded my head and hugged him tightly.

“I’m back, Tommy. I will never leave you again.”

When we broke the hug, he touched my ankle. I yelped so he helped me up and brought me to his broad shoulder before going back to the house. Soon, when we arrived there, Tommy put me down on the couch gently. Hoyt was praising Tommy for doing a good job but he looked at his mother. They headed to the kitchen and seemed like Tommy explained everything. I heard Aunt Luda gasp and rushed back to the living room and brushed off my hair from my shoulder so that they can see my scar more.

“Oh, dear! It’s you, Y/n!” The older woman squealed and then hugged me.

“No wonder why you looked familiar with me earlier when you helped me wash the dishes. Were you hurt?”

“I think I sprained my ankle.” Aunt Luda May kneeled and touched it gently.

“It’s only a minor sprain. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Wait here, I’ll go bring the first aid kit.” She stood up and walked to the kitchen again and came back with an ice pack and a small first aid kit. After doing the job, she wrapped it with a compression wrap.

“Thank you, Aunt Luda.”

Then, she left with Hoyt and Uncle Monty, leaving me with Tommy in the living room. None of us spoke, not knowing what to say. We didn’t expect that we’ll meet again in this kind of situation. He was wearing a mask, made of human skin.

“How have you been without me, Tommy?”

I didn’t receive any response from him. With that, tears start falling down my eyes again. What a very unexpected reunion…

“Did you become like this because of me? Was this all because of me, Tommy?”

Without saying anything, he left me there. It hurts me so much that he might be angry with me for leaving him. I silently cried there because he just turned his back on me and leave me there. After a few seconds, he came back with a wooden cane. He bent down and wiped my tears. He was telling me to get up and use the cane for support. I stood up while holding on to the cane and guiding me to go outside.

The night sky was filled with millions of sparkling stars. He went back to the porch to get two chairs for us to sit. We both admired the stars just like what we do back then. I noticed that Thomas’ hands are now clean when it was bloody earlier. With that, I didn’t hesitate to hold his hand and intertwined my fingers with his. He returned the favor by rubbing his thumb against my skin.

“I see that you are not talkative as you are than before. When I left, do they still make fun of you?” I asked and he nodded. “I’m sorry, Thomas. Sorry, for not being there when you needed me the most. Even though I just witnessed a horrible thing you did, I can’t stop myself but love you more.” When I said that, Tommy and I looked at each other but I later looked away, can’t bear my tears anymore, remembering how awful my life was inside 14 years.

“My sister neglected me when she took me away. I’ve suffered there for 14 years. I didn’t even make it to college because I don’t enough money for my needs. So, I decided to work as a maid in a wealthy family. I worked there but I couldn’t find a way out to go back here. That’s why I am glad to be here again with you. And if I have to choose between staying here with you or going back there to the city, I’d rather stay here and spend the rest of my life with you. I’d rather stay here and count those stars above until I fell asleep, knowing that I’ll wake up next to you.”

Then, I rest my head on his shoulder. Our eyes met again. This time, I leaned in to kiss his lips. Thomas kissed me back, even making it more passionate as his tongue slipped past inside my mouth. We only pulled away for air yet I pecked his lips again.

“I love you, Thomas.”

“I love you too.” He said in his deep voice. Our eyes met again but this time, I leaned in to kiss his lips. He returned the favour but making in deep. I’ve never had this feeling for 14 years even though several guys asked me out. Because of that, I knew that I belonged to him.

After two weeks, I completely recovered from the sprain. I’d always help Aunt Luda May with the household chores such as cleaning, doing the laundry, and others. I never complained about their unique appetite. Sometimes, when Thomas can’t make it to join us for lunch or dinner, I’d wait for him to come up from the basement or I’ll leave some food for him to eat. Thomas and I became closer than we’ve been before. Sometimes, I’ll help him lure victims. My life with them is fine as I have Thomas, my boyfriend, and Aunt Luda May. Uncle Monty and I aren’t that close to each other but whenever we have a conversation, I always make sure that we are sharing some touches of laughter. And sometimes, when Hoyt’s anger issues strike at Thomas, I won’t hesitate to defend him even if Aunt Luda May was there.

“Without Thomas, you won’t have anything to eat! You’ve done nothing but blame all your anger on Thomas! If you don’t like his work, then do it yourself! Chase those people who are too unfortunate to step their feet on this property!”

“Oh, shut it, woman! Why are you defending this beast, huh?!”

“See? You’re just proving to us that you’re an ungrateful bastard! Thomas is a beast if that’s how you or those people describe him, but you can’t change the fact that you’re eating delicious meals every day because of Thomas's work.”

And after one year, we got married. We only had a simple celebration with the other members of the family but we are joyful that we are now a man and wife. We even spent our first night as newlyweds in a very romantic way. Thomas isn’t as innocent as I thought. Hoyt and Uncle Monty probably talk about sex in front of Tommy so I am sure he knows how it's done by the way he took my virginity. It’s our first night, so why don’t we just take it nice and soft before getting to the point where everyone in the house can hear who am I belongs to. It was kinda painful because of his big, thick, and girthy length but we did not call it just sex, but making love. We have talked about having children but I decided to not bear them as I was still young and want to be free from responsibility while being married. Thomas sincerely respects that. We are ready for children but for now, we want to experience the days we wanted to do back then.

Thomas and I may not be the perfect couple as the family hides something very horrible. But at least we are happy. He loves me, and I love him. Isn’t it the most important thing about marriage? People may describe him as a beast, monster, or whatever but in my eyes, Thomas is a man with a soft heart inside a big man’s body with masculine urges to chase people with a chainsaw.

#slashers #slasher #horror #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #texas chainsaw massacre

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