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#I just want to run around the woods with (redacted) and (redacted) and (redacted) and rough house and kiss all of them on the fucking mouth
haradasaya · 5 months
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The Swan Princess (Chapter 3)
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The Swan Princess, a Redacted Audio retelling of Swan Lake CW: Fem!Lovely, Fem!ListenerCharacter
Vincent and Sam took their time to re-equip their horses before heading off into the woods, bows slung over one shoulder, and a quiver of silver tipped arrows over the other. These woods were known for being home to all kinds of creatures—mystical and common alike. There had been plenty of times the trio of friends had gone racing after an elk, or a moose, sure that they could take the beast down if they worked together. 
There were also many times that Sam had needed to practice his healing magic to stop potentially fatal wounds from killing the prince or princess after said adventures. By the time they’d all grown older, it had become much easier for the three of them to actually hunt cohesively, as more of a team than as three self-proclaimed invincible children. Those had been the days too—those long weekends spent camping underneath a blanket of stars. It was hard not to be nostalgic while hunting within the same woods. Especially since neither of them had been back since Lovely’s death.
“It seems nothing wants to risk its hide today.” Sam said, glancing around the woods once more for a sign of brown fur or bright feathers. They’d seen several small squirrels or bluebirds within the trees, but nothing larger—certainly nothing worth their arrows. 
“I know we used to hunt here often, but I didn’t think we’d run the place dry.” Vincent scoffed.
“Yeah. Been more than a year since we been back. You’d think something would be running around here by now; even a baby somethin’.”
Vincent nodded once, inhaling deep in an attempt to calm his nerves. “You don’t think there’s something else out there, do you?”
Sam chuckled. “What, like the bear we couldn’t take down on your birthday that one year?”
Vincent smiled back. “Who knows, maybe it remembered us, and is getting revenge by chasing away all the animals?”
Sam paused, sliding off the saddle of his horse. “I think if that bear wanted revenge, it wouldn’t protect the other creatures o’ the forest; it’d just come after us.”
Vincent followed suit, sliding off the saddle and gripping the reins in his hand. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
The two walked through the brush for a short while, hoping that their weight off the horses’ backs wouldn’t make their breathing so heavy, and some animals would feel safe enough to come out. Before they knew it, they found themselves at the slope of the deep valley said to hold mystical creatures never before seen by human eyes. Neither spoke the words, but one look between them said they’d be willing to take their chances with a mystical beast should they encounter one, rather than coming up empty in the woods they’d already rode through.
The horses were skittish at first, not too keen on taking the trip down the inclined path. It wasn’t incredibly steep—for a human, anyway, but after a few unsuccessful attempts to goad the horses down the hill, the boys retraced their steps, and tied them up on a tree branch easily visible from the slope. 
Vincent went first, eager to see what kind of mythical creatures lived within the forest of fable; hoping there were things like deer with huge horns and giant hooves, or fowl the size of an ox. Sam only laughed at the wild imagination of his friend, offering instead things like fae, five-tailed foxes, or even a unicorn.
“We won’t be shootin’ a unicorn, even if we see one. Don’t get too excited.”
Vincent offered a small, fake pout. “Well fine, I don’t want to take home a kill either then.”
Sam playfully hit his friend on the shoulder, sending the boy stumbling for his footing when they heard a ruffling of feathers only a few paces away. They had found themselves close to the shore of a marvelous lake, one that shone the reflected light of the setting sun. Vincent did his best to stand back up as quietly as he could, afraid even a snapped twig would scare off the creature.
Sam stood behind him as they both peeked out from behind the large tree where they had found themselves.
“It’s a swan!” Vincent whispered, the enthusiasm clearly evident in his tone. 
“Look at how beautiful it is.” Sam commented, mesmerized by the sight. “Those feathers—they’re almost… glowing.”
The two boys looked on, before Vincent pulled an arrow from his quiver, notching it into place on the bowstring. Sam gripped his hand, stopping him from taking aim.
“Wait. Something feels wrong about this.”
Vincent scoffed at his friend. “I don’t know about you, Sammy, but I want a kill to take home to my father, so that he at least doesn’t think I’m a failure of a hunter before he chops off my head for running away again. I’m getting the damn bird.”
Sam tried to catch Vincent’s eye, but the prince was honed in on his potential prize. 
“Besides… that sun is steadily dropping. If I don’t go after it now, I’ll miss my chance entirely.”
Sam still didn’t like the idea, a strange presence washing over him as he stood there, watching the bird float quietly along the surface of the water. “Alright Vince. Just make it quick. I’m getting a feeling like we shouldn’t be here.”
Vincent drew back his bow, the metal arms creaking with the stretching of the bowstring. “Don’t worry Sammy, we’ll be outta here right—”
He steadied his aim, slowly releasing his breath from his lungs as he tightened his diaphragm, strengthening his core, and with a simple flick of his fingers, fired the arrow…
…wide. It hit the water with a hard twick! sound, scaring the poor bird from its comfortable position on the lake, before flapping feathery wings and taking off in the other direction.
“—now.”
Sam laughed at how bad the shot had been. “I thought she trained you better than that.”
Vincent only huffed again, grabbing another arrow and notching it before starting after the swan. “Not all of us can have perfect shots like her!” He called out as he raced off after it, Sam following shortly behind. The golden rays of the sun cascaded down through the trees, bathing the world in either radiant light or stark shadow. The swan ducked in and out of his sight, flying behind the trees but remaining close to the shore of the great lake before them. Vincent fired off arrow after arrow, hoping to hit it in flight, but his aim hadn’t improved in the slightest. Sam was still hesitant to fire his bow, unsure why he felt so uneasy about attacking the poor creature.
Eventually, the swan dove into a patch of cattails and sedges, evading the men’s sight.
“Damnit!” Vincent huffed, hurriedly scanning the plants for any sign of those marvelous white feathers. “Where’d the damn thing go?”
Sam huffed, trying to catch his breath from all the running they’d done. This section of the lake was cut off by an inland patch of land that seemed to wind between the plants, while the shore of the lake continued in the same direction from where they had just come. Hiding well enough in the sedges, the swan could have gone either direction completely unnoticed.
“Okay, okay wait. I can see that his little patch of land goes almost completely around this section. I’ll head this way, and you stay along the shore, see if we can’t find it. If you see anything, let me know, alright?”
Sam huffed a few more times, before sucking in a large gulp of air. “You got it, captain.”
Vincent turned away from his friend, convinced he’d be able to find the bird before the last of the sun disappeared beyond the rising valley walls above them. On this side of the lake, opposite to where the sun was setting, were the few remaining rays of sunlight. From his position, Vincent could see the slope where they’d entered the valley, and their horses were tiny specks of color against the green and brown treeline. He hadn’t expected to have gone so far away from his horse, but he was close now, and wouldn’t leave without his trophy.
He sunk low into a crouch, hoping that the lower angle would help him to see through the tall brush.
In the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white, and then it vanished. He paced forward, crawling as silently as he could manage… until the swan came back into his sights. It had moved towards the outward edge of the plants, and was headed for the center of the lake. His arrow was already notched into his bowstring, and as silently as he was able, pulled the bow taut in his hands. He watched it move for a few silent moments, noting its odd behavior as it seemed to look around for any more signs of danger. 
What an odd thing for an animal to do, he thought. By this time, almost the entire valley was bathed in shadow, and the creature, thinking itself safe, pressed out of the grass. Vincent wouldn’t have a clearer shot than he did right now. His sights were honed into the backside of the bird, and with a single arrow, he could have his prize.
It was then that the rest of the sunlight lifted off the lake to his right, and a slow, whirring whisper filled the air. Before his very eyes, a smoke of red and black and blue whirled in the air around the swan, and he stood up from his squat as he watched this dark magic change the form of the animal right before his very eyes. He couldn’t help his mouth falling open as the figure that emerged from the mist slowly became more and more familiar.
The frill at the bottom of the dress in this purple color that Vincent knew, above that a similar set of frills in white and lilac, leading up to a cinched waist in creme and purple. He knew that dress. It was the same dress that he’d marveled at the craftsmanship of while on his love the day she was set to return to her own kingdom for the summer—the dress she had worn the day of her accident. His eyes wandered further upward, toward the long golden chain on her neck, a small glowing stone on the end; and finally upon the face of the woman who had moments ago been a magnificent swan.
The woman’s eyes remained closed for a moment while the rest of the magic faded away, but when she opened her eyes, Vincent and her gazes’ locked, and the whole world went silent.
“...Lovely?”
The girl’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to speak…
…and promptly fell into the deep water beneath her.
Vincent’s brain took another second to register what had happened, but when he realized that Lovely was literally drowning in the lake, he immediately took off into the water after her. When he finally couldn’t touch the ground beneath his feet, he swam as fast as he could out to her flailing form. 
The instant his hand gripped her arm, he knew that it was her. Lovely was a lot of things, but a strong swimmer was not one of them. Wearing such a large dress wouldn’t have made it any easier, either, but Vincent still pulled her towards the shore with all his might.
Eventually, he was able to touch ground again, and he gave a final, mighty pull towards himself, where he was finally able to see the face of the girl that he loved before him; hair plastered to her face, devoid of any of her traditional makeup, but still beautiful all the same.
“Lovely, is that really you?” He asked as he pulled her into his chest, still walking backwards towards the shore as he did so.
The girl couldn’t look him in the face, instead pressing her forehead to her fists, pressed against his chest, heaving with every step that he took. Was she alright? Why couldn’t she look at him? Vincent hadn’t been wrong, could he? This was his Lovely? He had seen her face and dress so clearly, it had to be her.
So why was she hiding her face? Vincent finally sloshed his way into a shallow yet somewhat flat area, where he was able to set Lovely down, hoping that he’d be able to get a good look at her face. She continued to hide her face from him, turning and facing back out towards the water the first moment that she was able.
Vincent stood speechless, arms outstretched in question and shock. “Lovely?”
The girl let her hands slowly fall to her sides, still facing away. She took a few deep breaths, seeming to calm her heart as she turned, slowly, towards Vincent, who was only a few paces away.
Her hand was gripping the amulet that he’d gifted her—the one that had glowed when she’d… transformed. Everything was still so confusing, so alarming. How was she here? How was he here? The words wouldn’t come, not for the longest time.
“Hello, Vincent.”
Those two words were all that he needed to hear before the world came crashing down around him. It was her, she was here, she was ALIVE! Before he knew it, tears had overflowed from his eyes, and he began to sob, body wracked with all of the emotions he hadn’t let himself feel for a year—and then on top of it all, that none of it had been true at all! She was alive!
When he finally gained enough breath to speak, his words were still wet and mumbled but he managed to ask, “How is this possible? Is it–is it really you?”
Lovely smiled, that beautiful smile that he loved so much. “It’s me, I’m… I’m here.”
He hiccuped again, still in complete disbelief, before opening his arms and closing the distance between them, her meeting him in the middle. 
Well, almost the middle. Lovely came at the poor boy with so much force that she ended up knocking him backward into the water below, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck to keep them pressed chest to chest against the other. When Vincent sat up, and after he’d shaken the water from his hair and his eyes, his gaze met her loving one, and passion and habit overtook his limbs. He pulled her into his arms quicker than she could take in a breath, laughing at the tightness and the suddenness and the simpleness of it all around them.
Vincent breathed in the scent of her skin just above her neckline, right in the crook of her neck where he’d liked to lay his head all that time ago. Lovely pressed her face into the space between his chin and his jaw, places that she’d peppered kisses all those times in the small moments when they’d snuck away for time alone. She was still his flower, duty before passion, as they’d both said all those times.
Now felt so far away and yet so close to those moments. It was so incredibly intimate that neither wanted to let go. Vincent couldn’t stop his tears. Lovely couldn’t contain her joy.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the freckle over he shoulder, the one he’d kissed so many times before. “I thought I’d lost you.”
Lovely finally pulled back, enough to see his face, to hold his cheeks beneath her hands and whisper her reply. “I never gave up hope that you’d come find me.”
Vincent smiled through his tears, taking a hold of the back of her head and pulling her in, pressing his lips firmly against hers. This was his validation of reality. This worked better than a pinch to his ribs, better than a whack to the back of his head to prove this was happening. He kissed her with the passion of a dying man, one given the chance at a second life inside the embrace of his love. He withdrew for a breath, but returned instantly, missing her for even the half a second he’d spent apart. He chuckled at the sensation of her breath against his nose, feeling how soft it was, even after all this time—just as he remembered. Oh how he’d missed the feeling of her lips against his, missed the passion that danced between them when their bodies were pressed together like this. Oh how he’d missed Lovely. His best friend. His Queen.
When the two finally pulled away, Lovely couldn’t stop smiling. Vincent, the love-stuck fool that he was, couldn’t either. He stood, offering his hand to get her out of the chilling water. By now, the sun had set even over the distant mountains beyond this valley, and though the air was warm from the hot summer day, being completely drenched did nothing to help the chill that rolled over their skin as they exited the water.
“Lovely, I still can’t believe that it’s you. You–you must tell me everything,” He demanded, gripping her hands in his own, “how did you end up here? How did you do that thing with the magic and the smoke and the… turning into a swan? Why have you–”
Lovely pressed a finger over his lips to silence him. “In due time, my love. I will answer all of your questions.” Her face fell dark, the smile slipping slowly from her lips. “But there is a danger here. I must ensure that tonight is not a night that he will appear. He’ll kill you if he sees you here with me–”
Vincent blinked many times in a row, trying to comprehend all that she was saying. “Wait, if who appears? Lovely, what are you talking about?”
The princess quickly scanned the surrounding area, eyes darting quickly between trees and over the lake and even beyond that into the distance as much as could be seen. Vincent still didn’t understand what she meant, but it slowly became clearer the longer she went about scanning her surroundings. “Lovely, who did this to you?”
She looked into his eyes, pleading with him to simply obey her wish. “Please, we must make sure it’s safe first.”
When he tried to protest, she shook her head, stopping his words. “Soon, my love. I promise, soon.”
Vincent wasn’t happy to agree, but he did, taking her outstretched hand and following her through the treeline just past the end of the beach, until they were at a place on the complete opposite side of the lake from where he’d entered from—if he remembered right, anyway. She took him to the little hovel carved into the hill and a tree trunk that she’d come to call home for the past year. It wasn’t much, and to be honest she was ashamed to show him the dismal place she’d been forced to stay, but she also wouldn’t hide anything from him. And besides, things were going to get better. Her prince had come for her—he’d come to save her, just like princes always did. She was going to be okay.
She sat him down, cross-legged on the ground within the safety of her hovel, and took his hands in hers, studying his face after so long apart. She vowed to never forget a single detail from today onward. “So, my love. What do you want to know first?”
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Ellipsis Hush
@redacted-metallum​ illithidposts enough that I just looked them up to see what’s up and now I am diseased. Realized Eclipse DnDified 1:1 would be a failed ceremorph and he’s such a freak and asshole I keep thinking about it
Ordinary city guard “Ellipsis” Hush was shot in the head in the woods on a pursuit and an illithid larva crawled into the wound as he was dying, which brought “him” back but stunted its ceremorphosis, leaving his memories unchanged but also giving him the impression there was nothing after death, which completely broke him as someone seemingly born with Catholic guilt constantly striving to be a good person to his own detriment and now thinking it was all for nothing and that he was just a terrible person the entire time. A self-fulfilling sentiment constantly reinforcing itself since the process also completely eliminated his filters, self-restraint, impulse control, and ability to derive pleasure from anything short of physiological stimuli. A “if this is what I am with no restraint then I was just a monster the whole time, really” sort of situation, along with a “if I’m going to be punished anyways after trying so hard to be a good person then I’ll do whatever the hell I want if it’s all the same”.
Still unclear if “Ellipsis” is the larva with all of his memories or if it's still HIM with brainworm (singular), not that it actually affects anything.
After a few months of hoping that a world shattering epiphany would just fade away and he could be normal and happy again, Ellipsis ran off from his family and all responsibilities to murder (for fun, and food) and loiter and wander all he wishes. He really loves offering to play piano for free at taverns because everyone in his life discouraged him from pursuing a bard class. So legally he’s missing and waiting on being declared dead. “Ellipsis” was a nickname he acquired after the escape for his very long awkward pauses in conversation, and he’s hush-hush about his first name. He also makes up a million names on the fly like Luno Umbra, Eccentra Veil, Isi d'Tranquil, Kal Amar, or Osupa Grave, etc.
Illithids hate him for not being an illithid, and everyone else hates him for being an illithid and separately an asshole. His party hates him too but he's their ride (stole his and his partner’s carriage to live in on the run) and distraction/interrogator. He’s stupidly close to being that Adversary legend illithids fear except he's not full-illithid at all, which somehow doesn’t do much to alleviate these accusations cause he’s the same guy he was pre-ceremorph (which illithids really hate), just a worse person because the promise of an afterlife being ripped out from under you does that.
Despite all evidence to the contrary, Ellipsis completely denies being an illithid in any capacity. He DOES eat brains but insists it’s a choice that has nothing to do with his psionic powers that suddenly started manifesting after his accident. It also just happens to be a coincidence if he doesn’t eat a brain every few weeks or more often he starts feeling real shitty. Also just happens to tap into illithid mind frequencies like someone intruding onto a private radio frequency.
Poor suckers like failed ceremorphs don’t have the tentacles to slurp brains out of skulls so he’s gotta crack those babies open the old fashioned way: incredible violence (with that clawed glove he calls the can opener).
He wanders around, killing random people to satisfy that craving, usually as a result of getting into a bar-fight or accosted for loitering or any confrontation about his other behavior, and keeps the brain-eating detail on a need-to-know basis even if he’s more open about the murder thing. Like the party will have to kill a guy and Ellipsis will drag him away like “I know a guy” and just eats his brain in private and tosses the body down some pit in the woods. The guy he knew was himself.
Ellipsis calls his mind/psionic energy reading ability his brain radio, and can feel growing storms of psionic energy in the environment.
He’s also just some cheesy motherfucker who actually doesn’t like lying because he’s really pissed that life itself is built upon lies and made tolerable only through them, so he’s just shamelessly truthful and blames others for not getting innuendos (blatantly admits to murder but phrases it carefully). To him, lying by omission is not actually lying, everyone else just needs to be more specific and ask more questions. He’ll say aloud he had someone for dinner or regarding an NPC he “talked to outside” and then nobody else ever saw again that he picked his brain, and when his party learns about the brain-eating thing and get big mad, he’s just like “??? I told you, y’all are just dumb”
The man could gaslight a curse into not fulfilling its parameters, he loves fucking around with semantics and definitions to get his way.
That funky fit of his is a slightly cut-up guard uniform from his old city, but a shirt is supposed to go under it. It’s his hot girl summer, so he won’t.
He has a very nice poncho/cape thing he wears over it almost all the time to further conceal himself but it doesn’t want to be drawn right now so that’ll be later
Ellipsis’ face is quite recognizable and his eyes freak people out, so he wears that veil. His eyes are an off-putting icy blue which doesn't totally disconcert people, at least until he tells them they used to be black. The ceremorphosis would have turned them white but it stopped at a light blue.
He has no clue how to answer if asked whether or not he’s undead. He acts like it, but it wasn’t like he was brought back with magic. He was dying... then he wasn’t. That would get you his patented ellipsis...
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Chasing You Chapter 5 {Complete}
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Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.
Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.
Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist
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Jake unlocked his front door to his not so humble ranch home. Outside was a white stone with walnut accent wood. He held the door open for you. The inside had a gorgeous similar color scheme.
"The military pays well." He watched as your eyes glimmered around his home. The fireplace was lit in the middle of the living room. Welcoming you in with the cozy warmth.
"I can tell..." You trailed looking around at the bull skull at the back wall made of floor-length windows and glass french doors. You stepped through the house. Your nerves were pressing, not wanting to get a speck of dirt anywhere. This home is so foreign and yet comforting. Butterflies colliding in your stomach as you look out the back windows seeing the sun just over tree line following its trail slowly to the top of the sky. It was a beautiful sunrise, almost like art on his entire wall.
"Your bedroom is this way." He started up the staircase. You followed him up to the hallway. He flicked a switch, lighting a chandelier above the vaulted ceiling. "If you need a shower, your bathroom is through that door. It has a jetted tub, too. Towels are in the left cabinet, I figure you might need to relax after last night." He leaned against the doorway with his hands in his pocket. "My room is across the hall if you need me. Do you need anything now?" You sat your bag next to the bed.
You turned back to Seresin, still in awe at the stunning home. "Um... no, I think I have it from here."
He nodded with the sweetest smile. "Hollar if you need me."
He stood up, turning to the walk away. "Hey... Jake." You called back pausing, looking up as he turned back to you. "Thank you." You returned his smile.
"Of course, it's what friends are for. You can stay as long as you'd like." He walked away, leaving you to get ready for bed.
You walked around the room. You grabbed your bag and pulled out your pajamas. You started the water, grabbing all the prep for a relaxing bath. Your clothes fell to the floor. The warm water engulfed every nerve, caressing you in warmth and safety. Your limbs released all tension as the jets pulsed into your muscles.
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"We are not talking about this right now." Seresin spoke through gritted teeth. "No, you're not coming over here. I just got off work." He tried to keep his voice down, knowing you were just across the hall. You didn't need any more stress or worry surrounding you.
"Jake, son, please. I don't have anywhere to go." Jake scoffed. "Why don't you go back to that skanks house? I dont think you can do any more damage to the family, so it won't make anything worse." He yelled through the phone, finally losing it with his father. His mask of perfection slipped into anger as he hung up the phone and held his head in his hands.
He breathed in and laid on his bed. He took off his shirt, laying it on the chair. He slipped into a pair of gray sweatpants and laid on his bed. He peered out the hallway. He could see your room still open. The only saving grace for your ears was a door and a room of running water.
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The entire room enveloped in humidity laced with the sweet scent of your body wash. You got out of the bath and dried off with the plush towel. You wrapped your hair in a smaller towel and got dressed in your sleepwear. You looked in the mirror with a sense of belonging. The way the wall colors played off your skin, the window shining light against your outfit, created a perfect hue dancing back in the reflection it felt right.
You opened the door, walking to the bed. You looked out into the hall seeing Jake's door open. You saw his back cascading over the bed. The light contrasted the beds white color from his tanned skin. His arms were folded over the pillow, showing off all the workouts he'd done. You closed the door to give yourself some privacy. You laid in the bed and dozed to sleep quickly. Your mind was too exhausted to give you torturous thoughts.
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Your eyes lifted. Aromas of bacon stirred around the room. You looked around, remembering where you were. The sun was no longer at your window. It had passed along in the sky.
You got up going downstairs. You followed the scent into the kitchen, once again, seeing his bare back. He stood in front of the stove. "Good morning..." You spoke over the music that was trailing to the next song. "Good morning." He called back. Trumpets started vibrating around you. Michael Bublé's voice mixed with Seresins.
"Sway?" You stepped closer. The wooden spatula tapped against the stainless steel pan.
Seresin chuckled, laying the spatula down in the drip pan. He turned his body towards you, still checking the bubbling mixture on the stove. His brawny chest was wide and buff. His shoulders seemed even bigger from the front. You quickly glanced back up to his eyes. Not wanting him to see your eyes watching his movement.
He looked towards you. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you around. Your eyes lifted in a grin. "Yeah, sway." He turned around back to the stove. "I made your favorite biscuits and gravy. It's my mom's recipe." He grabbed two plates. Setting them on the counter.
"Seresin," you warned in your tone. "I told you I'm not going to sleep with you. No matter how ripped you are or how much you cook for me. I'm in a..."
"Relationship. I know. I'm not trying to sleep with you. This is payback for the dinner you paid for."
"Thank you, sorry. It's just that I don't meet many men like Kennedy who dont just do things without a motive." You grabbed the plate he made and sat down at the table next to the window. The sun glosses under the treeline, painting a pink sunset in the opposite windows from this mornings orange color.
"It's okay, just have a little faith. I'm a better man than that." Seresin sat at the table in front of you. He took a bite. "It will never be as good as mama's. You know?" The ease being around him was so refreshing.
"Yeah, this is really good, but I get it. My mom makes the best chicken pot pie. I've tried, but it doesn't come close. We are having it in a few weeks at our next dinner. Do you want to come? It wouldn't be an issue. Mama said you were invited after Nessie stopped by...." Your voice dropped slightly. "James doesn't ever go." Just mentioning his name made your heart drop. You looked at the gorgeous man in front of you. His body left nothing to the imagination from the waist up. Disgust crossed your mind at no one but yourself. You were sitting eating breakfast with a half-naked man. Inviting him to eat with your family and their significant others. You, a taken woman.
"If you want me to go, then I'll be there, but that's up to you."
You recovered over the disgust, masking over it quickly. "Yeah, I would like you to go. It's nothing Kennedy has been. It's no issue." But you've never sat ogling over Kennedy's naked body. Appreciating a man for his body was one thing, but having breakfast in their home in front of them thinking of how their body would feel pressed to yours is another. You did feel a smidge of guilt but tried to convince yourself there was nothing wrong with this picture.
"Then I'll go. Just let me know when." Jake smiled then glanced over at his buzzing phone. He groaned seeing the caller ID.
"Do you need to take that?" You kept your eyes from his business chewing your food instead.
"Nope." He popped the P. Silencing the phone.
"Is everything okay?" You chewed slowly.
"No, but it will be in a few years and after some awkward holidays." Seresin put his phone back down as it vibrated again.
You looked up quizzically. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really my business to tell. It's just some mess my dad created. He wants me to fix it and I'm not going to." He chewed another bite.
"Must be some mess..." you trailed. "This is really good Seresin. It's almost as good as my mama's. You didn't tell me you could cook."
"Well now you know. I might bring you a dinner one night." Seresin sat his fork down finishing his food.
You grabbed his plate and walked to the sink. You washed them off and bent over to the dishwasher putting them into the empty slots.
Jake would never admit his eyes lingered on your body. Just looking at a taken woman wouldn't hurt. Seresin's eyes glanced calmly at his phone when you started turning back, not being caught looking at you. "Did you sleep good with no screaming?"
"Yes. That bed feels like a cloud. I could sleep there forever." He stood up, leading you to the back door. You just followed blindly in conversation.
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kay-elle-cee · 9 months
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Slytherin Lily Snippet Poll Results + Snippet
Alright, thank you all again for voting in my poll for the i'll be fine, i'll be good (aka Slytherin Lily) snippet! I feel a little dumb for adding the Jily first kiss in BTW 😅 Like, silly me for thinking y’all would actually vote for something else. THOUGH it wasn't a runaway win, so I understand that a lot of y'all probably want to be surprised....
SO. Jily first kiss snippet under the cut (redacting a bit for plot reasons, still need to edit) BUT...if you voted for something else or want the Jily first kiss to be a surprise, send me an ask off anon and I'll send you a little private snippet of your choice from the poll options. Probably won't be 600 words, but it'll still be a little peek! (Let’s all respect the honor system!)
She feels it happening—her grip on control loosening with every tick of the clock as her stomach flutters and her heart beats and her skin heats under his gaze. The words did something to her too, strange as it is. Maybe it’s because since she’s come to Hogwarts, she hasn’t really felt that anything had been hers. That’s not true. She has her tears, her simmering rage, her unshakable pride.  And maybe now, after all these years—after detentions and Hogsmeade trips and arguments and distance—she could have him. Her Head Boy.  She cocks her head to the side, an innocent smile playing at her lips. “What? Thought it was 'no big deal'.” She lets her thumb slide just a few centimeters—enough for him to remember her hand on his arm, but not enough to be a caress. “Yeah, well, I’m full of shit,” he says, voice low and eyes suddenly a shade darker, hungrier. Lily’s attention drops to his lips and she feels a pulse of excitement course through her before meeting his eyes again. “I could’ve told you that,” she breathes, lifting her chin up—in a silent dare or for an easier target, she’s not sure—but whatever meaning Potter infers from it, his lips are on hers in seconds, hand snaking around her waist to pull her closer as his other palm softly cradles her cheek. Kissing James Potter was unlike anything she had imagined it would be (because yes, she had imagined it, in another life—one before self-imposed isolation and loneliness). She had expected it to be almost frantic, the energy that practically overflows from him leading to restless hands and a need to race and explore every new facet available. Instead, he lingers. He savors. Lily all-too-readily leans into his lips, arms winding around his neck and fingers tangling in his unruly curls. His tongue gently runs across her bottom lip and she eagerly meets him, her hands pulling his head down closer, breaths mingling in a slow, electrifying kiss. She breathes, and it’s all him—sun and spice and woods.   In some of the push-and-pull, her shirt rides up a bit in the back, allowing calloused fingers to burn her with every brush against her skin. It sends a shiver up her spine and she hums in appreciation, the sound encouraging more exploration as his hands dance slow and featherlight over her back, her arms, her neck as Potter tucks some hair behind her ear. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he slowly pulls back and Lily’s eyes flutter open, her breathing short. They’re close, arms still wrapped around each other, and Potter—James—is looking at her with disbelief, fingers softly stroking the skin of the small of her back.  So much is unsaid between them, the air thick with confusion and excitement and terror, but Lily can’t help but blush under the weight of his gaze.
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sweetheart-ashy · 24 days
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🌟 ARLO 🦴| MENACING SHIFTER
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You were walking through the woods, you normally took a walk once a week, just to get some fresh air and away from the stress of work. However, the entire walk made you feel like someone was watching you. However, it started to rain. You began to head towards your normal hideout from the rain.
You made it to a small cabin, one that was normally left abandoned, but it was there, and despite its run-down appearance, it was dry inside.
You walked inside, and you heard something that sounded like a thump, you decided to investigate the sound, and spotted a woman who looked to be in her late 20s, lying on a bed with sheets that looked bloody. Then a small boy appeared from behind the door, screaming
“B-BOO!! RAA- GO SHO!!
”The boy didn't look any older than four years old, he was trying to make himself look scary
“..are you ok?” *you peered down at the little boy, who when he realised his scaring method wasn't working, he ran towards the bed, trying to shake the woman awake, but she didn't react to the shaking
“Mama! Mama get up! Scary person.” he kept glancing around to see you standing in the door frame, he turned around and took a defensive stance, and you couldn't help but pity the boy.
“Is that your mum?.. Is she sleeping?” you felt like asking, only, she didn't look to be sleeping, she looked to be in a much dire state, a large patch of blood on her sheets
You tried to approach the boy and his mum, to try to check on them. “It's ok… You don't need to be scared, I'm just go-” You were cut off before you could continue to speak
“No. I'm not.”
“..not what darling?”
“Not scared. I'm not scared. Go away. Mama’s sick.”
His mother looked worse than sick, far worse
“Honey I don't think of your mothers well… How long has she been sleeping for?”
“Three… days..”
“People don't sleep that long-”
The boy moved towards his mother “How would you know?! Who are you? Jesus? A doctor? The fairy godmother?” He rubbed his eyes, he looked like he had been living in the cabin's small room for about a week, and his mother did not look good…
“I don't think your mamas are gonna wake up. I don't think she's sleeping”
“No. Mama is sleeping. She's sleeping. Sh-.. sh-shes sleeping..”
The little boy gently held his mother's hand, it was lying out from under the covers like he had been holding it a lot. You reached out towards the boy, gently checking his temperature, his skin was cold probably from being outside with no proper form of warmth or protection. He didn't pull away from the touch, he leaned into it, your hands were warm and he was freezing.
He realised what he was doing and pulled back “..kid you're freezing..”
The boy scratched his cheek “I'm.. I'm not a kid... I'm a big boy.. Mama said so..”
The boy seemed rather attached to his mother, but it made sense, there was no sign anyone else had been in the little cabin, “... Mama said I'm a menace.. But.. but a good menace.. Like.. like the M&M song..” the kids' innocence was sweet.
You crouched down next to the little boy, gently turning him to face you “Kiddo… how about, I take you back to mind? Hm? We can get you some food, and all warmed up… And.. we will come back and get Mama for you later..” you knew you weren't going to come back for his mother. Maybe you would call the police to come sort it, but you couldn't leave this boy here.
“Am not a kiddo..” the boy kept looking at his mother, he clearly didn't want to leave her… “will… will you promise we can see Mama later…” you nodded
“Yes, I promise, we will come to see Mama later... Come on, we can get you all cosy..”
You took your jacket off, wrapping it around the little boy as if it was a cape. You scooped up the little one who seemed to almost go limp as you carried him, he mumbled, seemingly trying to improve the mood “..you go blah blah blah.. A lot.. Did anyone tell you that before?.. It's all blah and blah and... Uh.. dunno.”
He was cute, you gently stroked his hair, trying to use your body heat to warm him up more. “What's your name?”
He rested his head on your shoulder “Arlo.. an… and I can't stay. For dinner. I need a be back to check on Mama..”
“..what if I promise some pancakes? You’d like pancakes wouldn't you?”
“Oo.. I mean.. Okay maybe..”
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kineticpenguin · 9 months
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Y'know, I think translating the concept of "role-playing game" from tabletop to video has resulted in some things just being accepted as normal when they would not be remotely acceptable in a tabletop session.
DM: Heroes of Hyrothia, humble though you may now be, you are called to a mighty purpose: you must save the realm from the All-Pasting Fuckener. How can you, a band of ordinary teenagers, ever hope to face the Pasty Fuckening?
Fighter: Hi I'm Fighter.
Mage: Hi I'm Mage.
Rogue: Hi I'm Rogue-
DM: yeah yeah this ain't our first rodeo. Anyway. You're all already friends and shit and you know what you're about. What do you do?
Fighter: I'm gonna ask around.
Mage: I'm going to study the archives.
Rogue: I'm going to listen for whispers of rumours-
DM: The Pasty Fuckener kills the fuckin village, guys. We don't have fucking time for this shit. Hurry up and go kill the Pasty Fuckener so the world doesn't drown in his Fuckening Paste.
Party: Jesus Christ, okay, fine! We... uh, set out in search of this thing.
DM: He kills you all instantly. How arrogant of you to assume you were up to the task.
Mage: What were we supposed to fucking do?
Rogue: yeah man I am not sure what you want from us.
DM: You have to EARN it. You have to work your way up to taking on the Pasty Fuckener by running around willy-nilly in the woods and killing all the animals you encounter.
Fighter: Okay. *physically assaults the DM, the rest is redacted for legal reasons*
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ejunkiet · 1 year
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long nights, dark days (milo/sh)
taking a little trip back into the imperium again...
redacted audio: milo/sweetheart, rated teen. mentions of panic attacks!
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A shifter meets with a stealth enforcer in the woods.
Milo/Sweetheart, Imperium edition.
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“Hey, hey- sweetheart?” They’re breathing too fast yet too shallow, but they cannot think, the panic overwhelming them, and shit fuck fuck- “Come here, you’re okay, breathe.”
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long nights, dark days.
“You’re far from home, enforcer.”
The title pricks at them, even with the Imperial Emblem stitched into their collar. They are an investigator in truth, but that doesn’t change their official title, as much as it chafes.
He melts out of the shadows like a ghost, human for now, although they can still sense his magic in the air, taste the sharpness of it on their tongue. “Milo. I was hoping to run into you.”
“Keeping tabs on us wolves?”
“Just one in particular.”
He lets out a snort, a corner of his sharp mouth lifting into a smirk. He’s handsome in this light, with the rugged cut of his jaw, his messy curls swept back from his face so he can catch their eye. They catch a glimmer of yellow in his gaze as he steps further into the light, a fading reminder of the wolf he was a few moments ago before he’d shifted back to human.
It gives him a feral edge, reminding them that his kind isn’t human - not fully, anyway. Not by the standards of the Imperium, at least. But they’ve never taken much stock in what the Imperium believed, anyway.
A high-pitched howl sounds in the distance, piercing the stillness of the night. He tilts his head, his gaze going distant for a moment, and they feel the flicker of his magic against their aura.
“Do you have to go?”
He blinks, refocusing on them, before he shakes his head. “Nah. Let’s talk.”
He nods towards a path, and they start walking.
They’ve been meeting like this for the last six months, under the cover of darkness in a distant corner of Shaw Pack territory. It’s an information exchange, focused on keeping tabs on the free-roaming vampires in the region, beneficial to both groups. It’s unsanctioned, of course. If the department knew… they don’t want to think about that. But his pack knows. Milo had made it clear early on that he’d be talking to his alpha, and the fact that he's still here meant that the conversation had gone well.
From what he’s said about him, his alpha was a good one. They’re glad. They’ve heard the stories from the other packs, and they knew that wasn't often the case. Life under the thumb of the Imperium didn’t leave much room for kindness.
“You’re quieter than usual. Something on your mind?”
The question is posed casually enough, but they can read the tension in his shoulders, the sharp way his eyes trace over the woods around them, as if he almost expects an ambush. His lack of faith in their truce doesn’t bother them; if they’re being completely honest, they don’t entirely trust him either.
“I’ve had a - day. It doesn’t matter.”
His brow raises, and his dark eyes flick back to theirs. “Considering your line of work, that’s gotta be an understatement.”
He’s closer to the truth than he knows. Then again, he’s gotten enough hints about how the department operates over the last few months; seen the effect it has on them.
(He'd found them on a particularly bad night, curled up in a corner of their apartment, cloaked and unable to breathe, unable to think. He hadn't asked, hadn't done anything more than talk them through it, his voice a low murmur, his hand twitching as his dark eyes kept flickering to where they were - they never learned why he was there, or how he'd found them, and he hadn't told them.
But that moment after, when they shuddered back into visibility and he'd asked to hold them in his arms… the warmth of his embrace and the strong earthy smell of him still lingers in their memory, almost like a dream.)
"S'not like you find every day working with your pack rosy either, Milo.” He snorts, conceding the point. Before he can think of a way to approach the topic again, they change the subject. “What’s that like, anyway? Being part of a pack?”
He glances at them sidelong. “Why d’you wanna know?”
The question gives them pause for a moment. They just… wanted to get to know him. It was as simple and dangerously complicated as that. “Humour me.”
He holds their gaze for a long moment, his eyes dark. They shift on their feet, ready to turn back, when he finally breaks the silence that’s fallen between them, his eyes on the path in front of them.
“There’s not much to say.” His voice is low as he says it, a furrow in his brow. “It’s hard to understand, if you weren’t born in it. It’s like a family. You’re never alone.”
Alone. The words send a shiver down their back. They’re familiar with loneliness. Painfully familiar.
It takes them a moment to realise that they’ve stopped walking, and that’s only because he has stopped too. He’s watching them, his head cocked, those dark eyes on theirs, so damn perceptive. When was the last time someone looked at them like this? Really looked?
“You got anybody else?” His voice is softer, almost gentle, his eyes unreadable as they shake their head, avoiding his gaze. “No family? Friends outside of work?”
They swallow hard, but tilt their chin up, holding his gaze. “No. Not in a longtime.”
It’s not as if he didn’t know that. He’s been keeping tabs on them too - it’s how he’d found their apartment, and honestly, just seeing that was evidence enough. It was a lonely place, built for one.
But he doesn’t seem to be thinking about that. There’s a light in his eyes that they don’t quite recognise, a gentleness there. “...I’ve lost people too, you know.”
They know. They can tell, they always have. It’s something about the way he holds himself, the defensiveness. The way he looks out for his family, his pack.
But they’ve never had anyone else to look out for. They lost them all, in those early days. Just another orphan, one lucky - or unlucky - enough to be taken under the wing of the Imperium regime.
Their chest feels - tight. They’re struggling to find the air to breathe, and shit, not again, not now-
“Hey, hey-” They’re breathing too fast yet too shallow, but they cannot think, the panic overwhelming them, and shit fuck fuck- “Come here, you’re okay, breathe.”
They’re pulled into a tight embrace, their senses filled with the warmth of him, the heat of his body against theirs. He’s left himself open to do this, his hands tight at their back, holding them to him, and the pressure grounds them, anchoring them to the present.
The panic fades, slowly. They take one breath, then another, feeling the dizziness ease, and as it does, they can hear his voice, a low, rough-cut whisper - that’s it, I’ve got you, sweetheart.
Sweetheart. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but there’s something different about it this time. It’s in the way he says it, softer, almost like an endearment, and they realise that he means it.
It’s a dangerous thought. Their alliances aren’t diametrically opposed, but if the imperial regime were to find out… It’d be cause enough for their title to be stripped, if they were lucky. If they weren’t, a case could be brought forward to an official military tribunal, and they don’t want to think about what comes after that.
But still, he’s so close. They can’t mask the effect he has on them, heat rising in the places he touches them, their heart beating at a rapid pace inside their chest.
Their fingers twist into the rough material of his sweater, drawing back until they can catch his gaze – and he’s looking at them, his dark eyes ringed with gold, and he knows.
“We can’t.” Their voice is hushed, breathless. The forest around them is quiet, too quiet. The panic is still close to the surface, and they feel stretched thin, as if they could fall apart at any moment.
“I know.” But he doesn’t let them go, and they don’t ask him to.
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autisticempathydaemon · 8 months
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For the Redacted match-up! ^_^
A song I’m currently fixated on: “the lakes” by Taylor Swift. The whole song is just so beautiful and wistful. 😭 And something about the melody of these lyrics just hits so right.
Specific lyrics: “I want auroras and sad prose/I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet/Cause I haven’t moved in years/And I want you right here”
Enneagram type: 6w7. (And just for fun, I’m an ISFP as well)
YouTube essays: I don’t think I can focus my attention on a video for that long, tbh. It’s the same reason I can rarely get through movies in one siting. 😂
Imaginary childhood friend: I think her name was Amy? Don’t remember much else, though.
Falling asleep: I always sleep with my fan on, no matter the weather. I have to have the white noise, otherwise it’s just too damn quiet in my room. Usually I’m propped up by two pillows, cuddling one of my stuffed animals or something. If find that I can’t sleep, or just want something to fall asleep to, I’ll put on one of Redacted’s sleep-aids.
Name change: Cheesy as it sounds, if I didn’t have my current name, I’d love to be named Juliet. It just has such Main Character Energy™️ (and I mean that in a good way) and is freakin’ romantic as hell to me. (And yes, I’m aware that the play is a tragedy, not a romance. 😂)
Favorite Redacted audio: If I had to pick one, I think “Serenity Daemon Helps You Relax and Sleep”. That video is just so freaking comforting and sweet, and it’s knocked me out more times than I can count.
Redacted boi with no appeal: Regulus. Yanderes just aren’t my thing, and he legit scares me. 😅
Book/Movie/TV show you could quote entirely: I’ve watched The Breakfast Club so many times, I could quote it forwards, backwards, and sideways.
Redacted BFF: Elliott. Take away the “Lovers” aspect of his relationship with Sunshine, but keep all the playfulness, teasing, and banter that they have together, and I’d be perfectly happy. 😊
(It’s also a really perfect coincidence that Eli’s said he’s the “Protector” type, and I just so happen to like being protected. XD)
Go-to tired ramble: Most of the time when my any of my friends and I would have a sleepover and it was late at night, we’d just get really deep and start talking about life.
Go-to gas station combo: I try to avoid gas stations when I can, just because I hate the smell of gasoline. But I’d probably get a plain Hershey bar and a bottle of water. (I know, I’m boring. 😂)
Favorite playlist: Do you mean Redacted, or just in general? Because the answer depends.
For a general answer, Jacksepticeye’s play through of Night In The Woods. That game is honestly such a comfort one for me, and I can watch that playlist a million times over and never get tired of it.
In terms of Redacted, Ollie’s. If there’s angst abound on the channel, or I’ve just had a bad day at work or something, I can run to his playlist and feel like I’m getting a big, warm, metaphorical hug. 🥰
Guilty Pleasure: I still read, and love, young adult novels. I don’t care that they’re “predictable”, and that I’m “too old to be reading them”. You can pry those fluffy, romantic, cheesy-ass books from my cold dead hands. 😆
Anything else about me:
I seriously think I’m the biggest Swiftie I know. When I say I’m obsessed with her music, I am not kidding. 😂
I’m a huge musical nerd. And coupled with that, I love, love, love to sing. (Provided I know that no one’s listening, anyway.)
I’m a total introvert, and am pretty shy/quiet in general, unless I’m around my friends.
My love languages are quality time and physical touch.
I maaaaay or may not have a slight candle obsession. (Bath and Body Works ones, specifically.) Seriously, I have like, four unburned 3-wick candles sitting on my dresser, and I’m convinced I just like to collect/look at them as opposed to actually lighting the things. 😂
I’m a cat person through and through
This one’s random, but I felt like adding it anyway. I basically live in one beat up pair of combat boots. There are not a lot of shoes in my closet.
I have this thing where I either tear through a TV series in like, a few days, or I don’t touch it for months. The same with books. I don’t know why I do that. 😂
My favorite colors are blue and purple 💙💜
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Well, if you’re a cat kind of guy (gn), you know that’s gonna make things easy for me! Though it might not be the boy you think, because I’ve got a case to make for you and Milo Greer.
What I really like about y’all is how the things y’all like (other than cats) contrast and how cute that contrast is. Like, I don’t think Milo’s a Swiftie but man shows up and shows out to take you to her Eras tour. The Breakfast Club isn’t his favorite movie, but he’s seen it with Marie; he’ll say the iconic lines with you when y’all watch it for the hundredth time. He doesn’t really love musicals but he can hum along to Alexander Hamilton with the best of them because that’s an ensemble piece and you need a backup singer.
Milo’s just a really great boyfriend who shows love with a combination of Quality Time and Acts of Service with little sprinkles of Gifts. It’s not just time spent with you, it’s time spent engaging in the things that interest you and make you happy. It’s the time thinking of you when you’re apart and bringing home fun, new candles he saw at the store. Although he is definitely not opposed to physical touch- y’all have a lot of cuddle nights, just you and him and Aggro.
Song:
However big, however small/ Let me be part of it all/ Share your dreams with me/ You may be right, you may be wrong/ But say that you'll bring me along/ To the world you see/ To the world I close my eyes to see
Now, I said Milo’s not really a musical man. You know what he is? A bisexual king with good taste, which means he loves you and a good Hugh Jackman flick especially since Zac Efron is involved. So I think he’s a big fan of The Greatest Showman and of singing the addictive, earworm-y songs with you. A Million Dreams is the sentimental choice, but y’all go fuckin hard to This is Me.
Runner-Ups:
Guy is absolutely a Swiftie and a musical theater kid, okay? Erik hasn’t confirmed it, but I know it in my spleen to be true, so he’s a fantastic runner-up for that reason. Vincent is a runner-up because he adores but despises that you stick to one pair of torn-up shoes and constantly showers you in luxury footwear. I think that’s cute.
note: I understand you completely candles are not just scent pieces they are decor
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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newbordeaux · 1 year
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you cant just say yall have lore for an og-adjacent asoiaf house and not share anything else
omg thank u for asking 😳 SO house Moss is actually a canon house (I think? I haven't seen them be mentioned anywhere yet but well) but with zero lore and dany @jennystahl and I wanted to make our own asoiaf house so we gave them some. We're currently buddy reading the series so c: of course they're a wip but here's what we have so far (IT'S LONG! BEWARE!)
In general.. house Moss is a northern family, residing in Foxhollow, a small place near Winterfell between the river and the woods with a surrounding village and a few farms :) Their motto is “fleet and cunning”
The current head of the family is Lord Eadric Moss, a warrior through and through... he's a little intimidating but mostly friendly to people and has a great (if macabre) sense of humor. He and his brother both fought in Robert's rebellion but he was the only one to make it out alive. He also enjoys riding, hunting and swordfighting :>
Eadric is married to Lady Alyne Mormont, one of Maege Mormont's daughters and Jorah Mormont's cousin :> their mothers were involved with one another at some point and thought it would be a good idea to unite their houses by marrying their children to each other. The two of them were a great match and Eadric and Alyne fell in love, she is intelligent and fierce but prefers words over physical fights, which of course doesn't make her any less proficient in a swordfight >:)
The two of them have three daughters - twins Sarra and Yarra and the youngest, Alyse. Sarra is the firstborn and heiress to the title and all that. She's the most serious of the sisters... eldest child moments which she resents in a way because she's different from the rest of the family but that's fine, they love her anyway. Peace and love in Westeros <3. She's very no-nonsense and cunning and also a proficient fighter with her guisarme :) Also an enjoyer of chess. Her twin sister Yarra is the most "girly" one, she's not much of a fighter but rather enjoys embroidery, sewing and other things associated with noblewomen. She has a good sense of humor though... I think she and Sansa Stark would have been good friends if Sansa wasn't so young in comparison LOL. She's betrothed to [REDACTED. redacted cause we haven't decided who yet but some noble.. prince.. something] but eventually marries Eamon Hare, the steward's son, for love <3 The youngest daughter Alyse takes most after Eadric, she's not tomboyish per se but she greatly enjoys archery and hunting and has a wicked sense of humor (macabre really)... she likes sewing and braiding her hair and looking pretty but always ruins it immediately cause she's always running around outside and soils her pretty dresses -_- she's as cunning as the rest of her family, perhaps not politically like her mother or sister but in a way where she can easily wrap people around her finger >:) ALSO the girls are about the eldest Stark kids' ages around the beginning of asoiaf, the twins being 15-16 and Alyse 13-14 :)
The other residents of Foxhollow include the girls' aunt, Edwyna Tully, who's the younger sister of Catelyn and Lysa Tully. She married Godric, Eadric's younger brother but was widowed shortly after when he died during Robert's rebellion -_- She remained at Foxhollow anyway out of loyalty to her deceased husband and because she had grown quite close to Alyne and the rest of the family. Also, one of her sisters lives nearby so it's not like she's completely alone. She's very quiet and shy and loves animals and poetry and her family :)
And then there's the steward's son, Eamon, who's actually a distant relative through Eadric's late mother, Audra Hare. He's very close to the three sisters and always out and about helping his father with his work. Dany said he's fantasy goth to them lol. He falls in love with Yarra eventually heh.....
We haven't decided what happens to them during the books events (again we're currently reading) so there's more to come :) ALSO before i forget. they havea little unnamed pet fox ❤
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Random Dead Doesn't Mean Gone au headcannons:
Leo has a leg brace and cane. Splinter teaches him fight with both twin katana and a cane. Both his swords and cane have tanto hidden in them.
Leo and Raph technically know how to swim, but when the meet Splinter it's been a long time since they last had the chance. Donnie and Mikey never learned how to. The first spring and summer after meeting Splinter, he takes them to a river that runs through the forest to teach them.
Splinter used to smoke when he was alive. He quit roughly a year before he died and still sometimes gets cravings, although he doesn't realise what the cravings are for until Casey's grandmother figures it out. Knows how to blow smoke rings and uses ghost powers to do it.
Mikey, Donnie and Splinter all have ADHD and autism.
Mikey is also dyslexic.
Donnie has OCD.
Leo and Raph are both autistic. Leo has problems with his throat as well as his bad leg.
Splinter and Raph both have depression.
Splinter also has memory problems due to [REDACTED]. He can be part way through a task and completely forget what he's supposed to be doing and needs a reminder to get back on track. When the Old House becomes the Lair, their kitchen has a big chart with days of the week, what chores need doing and all the extracurriculars the boys have. It helps everyone know what's doing on, but it's main purpose is to remind Splinter what he needs to do.
As time goes on, his memory problems will get worse.
Venus exists in this universe! Her birth name is Mei, but Venus is a nickname that stuck. She met at least two of the brothers when they lived in the same children's home. It's been a few years since she last saw them - Venus was adopted before them and lives in New York with her dad.
Her dad runs a shop of odds and ends. It's one of those places you can spend hours just exploring and still not find the other end of the building. There's a section that's just got knitting supplies and some very old books, so Mikey and Raph go in one day and run into Venus again.
Venus and her dad end up meeting Splinter. Her dad's reaction is to offer Splinter some tea. When everyone is confused that he's not at all freaked out, he just says Splinter is not the weirdest thing he's ever seen and then refuses to elaborate.
Her dad and Splinter are funny old men together. (Yes Splinter is technically frozen at 32 in this au, but he can be an old man in spirit.)
April has a ghost hunting show.
If you want to summon Splinter (on purpose) offerings of tea, peanut butter or cheese are acceptable. If you want to summon him and then get absolutely nothing done, godzilla merch is the way to go
Casey and April have summoned Splinter before by accident.
April, Mona and Irma are all on a roller derby team. Venus may join the team, I'm not sure. If not, she cheers them on.
Splinter's attitude to other ghosts being in his territory is essentially "I do not care, just don't be a prick about it."
Some spirits will leave him offers when travelling through his territory. Mostly peices of metal, wood, bits of food. One very confused spirit left him weilding equipment. When Splinter accepted it, he started getting random meltworking, woodworking and tools for pretty much any craft you can think of. It's like being friends with a bunch of confused but helpful crows.
If Splinter wants to go into the forest, he leaves offerings for the forest deer.
The deer will give him peices of metal and wood from its forest from time to time - he uses these to make his kids' weapons.
The Lair has: chickens, a cat, two dogs, and a turtle. They also use the fields around the house to grow potatoes and other fruits and vegtables. Some of it they keep, others they take to the farmer's market to make extra money
Casey's grandmother took one look at Splinter and adopted him. Splinter had no idea what was happening at the time. This is another reason Casey calls him Tio
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bigmeandragonlady · 11 months
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tehe, we're back on our oc bullshit, questions off this thing, another one i cant find, and another private one. this time it's my unnamed witch from tvd ([redacted] woods)
🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?
Theft. Murder. Accomplice to murder. She's already done a lot.
🍫: Where does your OC go to think?
There's a greenhouse and small garden area at the boarding house she's carved out for herself. If she wants to get out further she fucks off into the woods
🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?
this one's fun b/c i get to write it happening. she often comes off as timid and faint hearted but is vicious when it comes to protecting herself (and by extention ppl she loves) to the point of violence or murder she has no issue getting her hands dirty and it surprises people. Because of her general demeanor, how much she likes to read, and the time period she grew up in people are also very surprised at how blasé she is about nudity and sex in general.
🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?
Primarily acts of service. from her it usually comes in the form of food. Physical touch is also important for her. It's a good way to make her feel wanted and/or secure. she runs cold so !cuddling!
📚 : how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?
Due to the time she grew up and her social status she didn't actually go to a formal school. She got help learning a few 'important' subjects later then she would have been formally taught/later in life. She practically inhaled the books she could get her hands on and has a particular interest in botany and horticulture. She also really likes to study any thing supernatural, regardless of whether or not it's true, and suss out fact or fiction. The gang's in college and she is, as quietly as possible, extremely envious.
✋ Are your OC’s hands smooth, rough, or average? Why? How do they keep their nails? Do they bite them, paint them, neatly trim them, et cetera?
I could 100% see her painting her (short) nails. And then being disappointed with how quickly she ruins them while working. Her hands are rougher then average. She's done hard labor all her life and spends a lot of time rooting around in the dirt so she has some callouses and her hands are just a little tougher and worn.
👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories?
This is a fun thing I've been trying to figure out. Her setting is an era of fashion I'm not a big fan of and the show has a vibe. I want her to wear things that are a little reminiscent of the time she grew up in, but also stepping into modern, and some nice dresses/skirts. i have a pinterest board here she has a necklace that was a gift back in the 1860s that was returned to her in 2009 which she almost never takes off. She also learned how to imbue objects with magic and wear a couple rings specifically for that purpose.
🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing?
Decent. Not 'I'm a star' level but she likes to sing to her plants while working and her partner asks for her to sing to them when they're sick/hurt
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This dream has an unreliable narrator who has weird memory blocks, which I wrote then redacted. This is the dream from the character's POV, if you want the unabridged omniscient POV this is the link.
I am running, and then I am falling. I didn't expect to start falling, but explosions will do that to people. Make them fall, I mean. Among other things. Well, at least I'm not on the rooftops anymore. I don't have a problem with heights, but I was starting to run out of places to -well, run.
I don't think they meant to make me fall that far though, they want me alive, for... Something.
Anyway, I'm falling, and then I hit something... Soft? That's a surprise, but then I'm rolling and the ground is hard again.
I look up, expecting to see the goons chasing me lining the rooftop, and I do see that but I also see eyes. There is a boy, my age, laying on his back and looking up at me in surprise.
Oh.
Soft.
I look back up but they're not following me yet. They need to wait for... For my... For someone. For their boss? Yes, yes their boss. He's a mob boss, and they are his mob.
I'm about to run again when I feel a soft hand on my arm. Warm.
"I know somewhere to hide."
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He runs fast, his blonde hair shining in the dim sunlight. He's more nimble than I would have expected for just having been knocked over onto hard cement pavement. He brings me around a few corners- just out of sight of my pursuers- until we reach a... Bookstore? It has a lot of books, anyway. All of the buildings around are the same, flat beige brutalist design, and though this one is much the same above the first floor, its frontage has a recessed enterance between two large glass displays, all surrounded and set into a rich, dark, carved wood façade. Through the window is only a single desk with a lamp, backed by a tapestry and enshrined in a multitude of densely packed bookshelves that lead back into hallways of even more books on even denser shelves. He held my arm lightly- guidance, not restraint,and pulled me in to the front doors.
A small bell rang as we entered, and as we moved to hide further into the shelves of books a young person with dyed purple-green hair came out from a curtain behind the desk. The boy I was with made a quick gesture, and the person immediately turned serious. They nodded once and turned their sharp gaze on the window, jaw setting as if just that easy they knew what was happening.
We turned a corner, losing sight of the desk and the windows alike, and were surrounded by nearly endless aisles of bookshelves. We didn't move for much longer before we were stopped by someone- a friend of the boy, i'm sure, with how his shoulders relaxed at the sight of her.
She had long brown hair with dyed pink highlights pulled up into a bun. Yellow glasses (that matched her yellow blouse) rested on her nose, and she pushed them further up her face as she spoke.
"Veisi sent out a code three. What's happening."
"We're being chased- well, she's being chased."
"So you brought her here?"
"Its safe," the boy said, almost defensively.
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"Come along." she said finally, and led the way further into the shelves.
We reached a narrow stairwell, and on the next level we met two more people- all about the same age as the boy I had met, ███ ██████ I think. They are probably all about 16 or 17? 18 or 19 at the oldest, if anyone looked young. They caught up with us and tagged along behind, whispering with the boy as I followed the pink haired girl.
I wasn't listening very close. There was still an urgency to how I was being herded along, but I wasnt being chased anymore, not in the manner I had been. It was a relief, and my mind started fading into thoughtlessness as I let go of some of the pressure that had been keeping me moving until now. I didn't notice how little energy I'd had left until then.
As we travelled, the books somehow got even denser, piling onto to floor and crowding the already hazardously narrow walkway. When, eventually, we reached a place that wasn't all narrow winding maze, the pink-haired girl leading the way turned and leveled her gaze on me. The soft hand on my arm never wavered.
She spoke with a calmness that was mirrored by the other people gathering around us. Everyone had at least one color in their hair, even the boy had white feathering that nearly blended in with his pale blonde hair.
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"Look." Says the boy.
I open my eyes and see warm lights, and warm faces, and a pair of warm eyes looking down at me.
What was I just saying? I.. Forget. I must have fallen asleep. I am so very sore, made of bruises and the painful exaustion of overused muscles. But here I feel safe, in these soft arms. "It's going to be okay."
I believe him.
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pugswithlasers · 2 months
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So, Sparky (the dog in my header) recently passed away. I feel terrible, but I don’t think that he would want that. So instead, I’m making a list of all the cool things in his life, because he was a fucking legend. Imagine a trickster god trapped in the body of a hyperactive Jack Russell- Papillon mix. So, in chronological order:
We adopted him back when I was in elementary school, in Minnesota. He was one year old at the time. He was part of the foster program of the Midwest Animal Rescue Society, which meant that we also got this cool bumper sticker (which I now have pinned to my wall with a bunch of other personal mementos):
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Our first introduction to him was Loud Barking and an explanation of how energetic and fast he was (by way of his foster owner tying his leash to her bike and riding down the road, which Sparky had no trouble keeping up with). She suggested we get a treadmill and put a treat at the end, because he would be jittery all day if he didn’t get enough Running Around Time
He barked the entire way home, which was an hour’s drive
For explanation on why the barking is relevant, he was a very loud boy. A loud and somewhat high-pitched boy.
He was also very intelligent. Not necessarily obedient, but intelligent. He did know how to sit pretty/beg though, which he did every time he wanted something
His time in Minnesota was also his Peak Bastard Years.
On my first attempt to walk him (I was age 5 and thus small) (it was winter) he pulled me right down an icy hill adjacent to the backyard, straight into my aunt’s dog’s frozen piss (at the time, my family lived in my aunt’s basement)
He barked so loudly and frequently that he had the cops called on him once. Sparky was not home at the time so he got away with his crimes
During this time, my dad taught him to go down the slide at the local playground, which was delightful
One time, when I was in kindergarten, he happened to be in the car when dad was dropping me off. Sparky had learned which button opened the car window, so he pressed it, launched himself out the window of the parked car, ran right into the school, and had a wonderful time zooming around the hallways while my dad tried to catch him
Once at a birthday party, he horrified my friend’s dad by Having An Erection. Keep in mind this is a dog he was worried about. Said father asked MY dad if “you could maybe train him to stop”. (Sparky did not stop.)
Then my family moved to a rural area of [province redacted], Canada. He now had a large backyard to run around in, so the bastardry lessened somewhat (but not entirely).
We kept upgrading the fence, but he kept finding new ways to escape and hang out with/get into barking matches with the neighbours’ dogs.
We also got another dog, Stella. She’s a pug, she’s a delight, and she and Sparky became partners for life. They cuddled, they fought, they had a healthy sex life, committed food theft together, etc
He really enjoyed hiding under blankets. This is cute until you realize that he was small, and so sometimes he was very well disguised. Several times, I set down on the couch only for an angry pile of blankets to erupt from beneath me
Sparky caught several rats in the backyard, which was kind of upsetting for me, and he also once caught a bee, which was upsetting for him
We once brought him to a casual dog race for the fun of it, but realized pretty quickly he was not well-trained enough to succeed. He was by far the fastest dog there, though— we found this out when he decided to run at full speed in the opposite direction to the rest of the dogs, because he wanted to chase down a dragonfly.
A few years ago, one of our other dogs, Taylor, wandered off and got lost. She has the dog version of dementia and her solution to “I don’t know where I am” is just to keep walking forward. She managed to get stuck in a bush in the woods. Just when my parents were about to give up on finding her, Sparky bolted off into the underbrush and led them to her location.
Even in old age, he continued being excellent. He barked at birds, enjoyed Stella’s company, and loved to curl up with his favourite toy in front of the woodstove
The last thing he did, at age 16, was to use his remaining strength to bite a vet
Sparky’s message to the world: look death in the face. break rules. get bitches. enjoy the wonders of life. bite your enemies.
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imscissorbladez · 6 months
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Meet the Tavs!
Because this piccrew is god tier.
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ROOK MAGUIRE
half wood elf. folk hero. bard. late twenties early thirties. they/them.
rook was living a completely normal life fucking around in taverns around baldur’s gate trying to make it big as a bard, when the nautiloid caught them. an asshole in the sense of ‘will be an asshole if someone is rude to them’ but largely has always tried to do the right thing. typical party was karlach, astarion, switching between gale and shadowheart. ended up besties with gale and shadowheart. some dialogue is really funny because as an enby tav it was like ‘shadowheart, plz, I beg, I’m trying not to deadname you but you have to tell me.’ panicked early game realising they couldn’t protect their party after a few deaths, started eating the forbidden gummi worms, was half-ilithid a lot of the game. ended the game in the underdark, because they kind of like the folk hero gig and their vampire man needs a daylight ring or a wish spell.
romanced: astarion, gale tried it but they honestly got a cute third act arc and in retrospect if rook wasn’t already a human capri-sun they could’ve been a thing.
would they have been lured to cazador: without a shadow of a doubt, yes they would.
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RI’LRR THE BLOODY
seldarine drow. haunted one. rogue. mid-twenties. she/her. dark urge.
my original dark urge; she woke up with no memory and proceeded to be super weird, because nothing says ‘cohesive party’ like ‘is it normal to want to pluck out your eyeballs and eat them? gale? gale???’ throws every fight she gets into because she’s scared of going too far. typical party is lae’zel, karlach and shadowheart. this is the girlypop crew. ri’lyrr struggles to make friends but she saved shadowheart when lae’zel was yelling at her so the girl gang has her back at all times. does the right thing! just EXCEEDINGLY violent. resisting but im not sure if itll last and if it does it’ll be because she loves her squad so much.
romanced: lae’zel and they are the cutest couple on this earth. ri’lyrr has gone from ‘man who was absolutely too old for her and was definitely a poor choice’ to ‘githyanki warrior who will end lives for her and actually doesn’t like seeing her in pain.’ fun fact, this was meant to be a wyll run, but they just worked SO well. bae’zel and ri’lyrr are at this point essentially married.
would she have been lured to cazador: honestly at that point i think it would’ve been cazador’s problem.
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HAVEN [REDACTED] GRIGORE
human. sage. wild magic sorcerer. mid-thirties. she/they.
my little brainrot blorbo: without saying her entire backstory she’s sheltered for a reason. they grew up in rivington raised by their grandmother, and have a connection to the monastery of lythander that may irreparably change the course of their life. switches parties depending on need. sends out scouts. my most technically competent tav. she just has a desperate need to be liked so she can stay alive long enough to get back to be rivington, so compulsively helps everyone she sees and then lies about why. also her dad is a pirate. this will become relevant but it’s more if I start using pirate imagery that’s why. the idea of haven in the pirate hat has sent me FERAL.
romanced: if you can call whatever toxic nonsense that they have with astarion right now romance, sure. i could ship them with lae’zel, wyll or astarion, which is the route the fic is going for. karlach is firmly besties, shadowheart just doesn’t like her much at all, gale and haven would be boring! there, i said it.
would she have been lured to cazador: not an ice cube’s chance in hell.
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ELYS AKTA SMOKEHARBOUR.
mephistopheles tiefling. noble. draconic bloodline sorcerer. in human standards, late-thirties. all pronouns.
ELYS THE MENACE. has spent the entire time with a tadpole in her brain rizzing up the camp. an objectively ‘good but not nice’ character. was literally described in co-op as ‘oh I get it, she’s going to save every tiefling here she’s just an arsehole.’ Had a problem with Asmodean Tieflings (it was on sight) up until she met the kids at the Tiefling camp. is here for a good time not a long time. wants to get back to the upper city and be a big deal again, death is not something they were planning for. keeps her camp mates up gossiping about ‘why is wyll 10 times hotter as a literal devil’ or ‘i think gale ate my good heels, i will pay someone 50 gold to retrieve them.’ co-op, so plays with a halfling cleric peddling gummi worms that elys won’t touch but everyone else probably will. the rest of the team comp changes depending on vibes.
romanced: has managed to romance everyone to some degree except halsin and that’s because you can’t do that yet where i am. however: it’s 99% going to be wyll. he will make elys into a better person. elys will make him do shit for himself. they’re going to have like six kids and elys will complain the whole time, i’m so ready for it.
would she have been lured to cazador: she wouldn’t run in the same circles but potentially, yes. wouldve criticised astarion’s repair work and taken him in as a sugar baby. i’m not even joking.
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sweatermuppet · 2 years
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PLS share more stories about family members
ok!!! uh. my dad was out on his own at like 14 dropped out of school so he was always getting into trouble. found an old refrigerator & sailed it like a boat down the river until it sank. at a party, someone bet him $20 he couldn't eat an entire lobster including like, the shell & antenna & eyes, without puking & my dad did & got the money. he has scars on his bicep from punching in a car window to fight a guy (allegedly talking shit abt my aunt) & he's missing a knuckle on one hand because the bone just... wore down to nothing from being tore open so often.
before my parents had my brothers + me, they drove around new england on my dad's motorcycle, pitched a tent in the woods, & slept with the bike inside the tent with them. ma said she slept with a heavy maglite under her pillow in case she needed to club someone. when they got an apartment, they got a pet raccoon named rat, which was obviously illegal to own but the local vet knew abt it & went to their place & gave him a rabies shot & was like "i won't snitch on yall, i just want to know he's taken care of."
maternal grandpa worked at the pentagon running numbers. room where he worked had a sign on the door that said "NO PENCILS, EYES ONLY". same grandpa was also that last milkman in my hometown delivering milk, eggs, & eggnog. his milk truck didn't have a front seat so he stood while he drove. he was also apparently very interested in memorizing the capitals of every country + super intrigued by spontaneous human combustion.
my uncle sunny was known locally as the "bone man" because he cleaned & collected animal bones. it got to be so many that the police got a search warrant because there were rumors he had human remains (he did not).
my nana told me the day my aunt was brought home from the hospital (june, late 60s), it began to snow.
younger brother was born with a hole in his heart + other complications & he had a somewhat experimental procedure performed that only a few thousand other people had done at the time. a doctor was so amazed to meet him, he shook my brother's hand. my parents signed permission for my brother's medical records to be studied at harvard with his name redacted to further aid research in congenital heart conditions
the day i was due to be born was the day of my grandpa & grandma's wedding. they figured i wouldn't actually be born on the due date & held it anyway & what do you know my ma went into labor. my grandpa held me for the first time while wearing his wedding suit
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