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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Not a burden

Marauders x reader

Summary : You’re depressed and the boys confront you about it

Warning : Swearing, depression, food mentions

Word count : 1044

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I understand how it feels to have depression and just want to say if you’re depressed please reach out to a friend. You are not a burden and the people in your life love you. Boys can’t kiss your depression away this is just a comfort fic, but I promise you’re deserving of love.

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You could eat some food, you could drink some water. You could go for a walk, make tea. You could hangout with some friends and maybe forget for a little bit. But no amount of advised “self care” tips could make you any less empty. Sure, being kind to yourself was important, but buying yourself candy as a treat wouldn’t will you to brush your teeth, to finally shower, to feed yourself, and to even think about your boys. Guilt ebbed in the back of your mind as you laid down on your own dorm bed instead of your more common place of rest (lol pick any marauder’s bed anyway), but right now all you craved was to hide in the dark abyss of your room. This way you could hide, and they wouldn’t have to see you like this. You didn’t want to be a burden. So instead you laid on your bed, your troubled mind heavy enough to lull you to sleep.

At least this way you wouldn’t have to think.

You were woken up by a soft touch to your cheek, your grumbly voice very much opposite to the gentleness brushing against you.

“Y/N, Y/N come on honey you’ve got to wake up.”

“Lils, I just wanna sleep.”

“You’ve been sleeping all day. Besides, I figured it would be better if I woke you up rather than them…”

“Them?”

Your question was quickly answered when you heard the stampede of rushed feet, and an impatient Sirius.

“Lily what’s taking so long?”

“Shut it Black, I just woke her up, give her some space.”

You did your best to hide under the covers as you felt the bed dip down and James speak up.

“Y/N come on are you alright?” At your silence he looked to Lily in question, but she could only offer a shrug. “Why don’t you come back to bed, you can sleep there instead, it feels empty without you, love.”

You held back a sniffle and shook your head, but somehow Lily was replaced with Remus without your realizing and he gently pulled down the covers to see you.

“Puppy, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. Just tired, can you let me sleep now?”

“Sure, Sirius have you got her clothes and toiletry bag?”

“Yep.”

“Alright, we’re good to go then.”

Before you could even process what was happening you were being scooped up in Remus’s arms. So, without the possibility of escaping you were carried off towards the boys dormitory and soon enough you were being plopped on Remus’s bed.

“What the fuck guys.”

“We love you too Y/N”

You just rolled your eyes at Sirius, but they were quickly drawn to the sound of Remus clearing his throat. Oh boy, here he goes. His level and concerned tone only reminded you how riddled with pity they were. They just felt bad, obligated out of guilt to bother keeping up with you. But still, you tried to listen.

“Y/N, we’ve barely seen you for the past three days, you’re not coming down to eat, you’re pushing everyone away. We’ve been worried sick, not to mention Marlene and Lily. Please, if we did something to hurt you tell us. But I think we both know there’s something else going on and we’re here to help.”

“Y/N we love you please.” James chided in while Sirius nodded in agreement.

“Stop it I’m fine, you don’t have to pretend it’s okay.”

Sirius spoke up this time. “Pretend what?”

“I don’t know, just that you shouldn’t have to waste your time on me. I know you guys feel bad for me, but please you deserve better. You are everything and I’m disgusting and horrible and and.”

Sirius did not let you finish, considering he already let you call yourself disgusting by accident.

“That’s bullshit! You are not disgusting, and we don’t fucking pity you. We love you. I love you. We want to make sure you’re okay because we love you. You aren’t a burden and even if you were you are one we’d gladly carry. Not because we feel bad, but because you are wonderful and kind and funny and also kinda beautiful but that’s not the most important part.”

“It does kinda help though, doesn’t it Pads?”

“You’re right Prongs, I’m certainly not complaining.”

You almost let out a laugh at that one, but then remembered all the things you had to be insecure about. Remus could sense it though, he probably knew how you were feeling the most, he knew it all too well.

“Y/N, do you love me? Even after a full moon when I’m not myself and recovering.”

*Sniffle* “Yes.”

“When Sirius got kicked out, and was having a hard time did you love him any less?”

“N-no.”

“Literally James could fucking breathe weird and you’d be coddling him.”

James was grinning ear to ear at that one.

“You are not worthless, we love you. Y/N I think you’re depressed and we want to be here for you. No matter how many times we say we love you, you’re beautiful, that we care, you won’t believe it until you do. That doesn’t mean we’ll ever stop though, okay?”

“K.”

Everyone breathed in the silence like it wasn’t a toxic poison tightening chests, and cutting off circulation.

“I just” they all leaned in to listen “I just hate myself, like a lot. And I’m just having a hard time existing. I do love you and I’m sorry (Your voice was definitely breaking at this point just a heads up). Some days are better than others but right now I’m really struggling. I’m just tired.”

Remus pulled you into his chest to cradle your quivering body, Sirius slipped in behind, while James wrapped his long arms around all three of you.

Of course immediately the rest of the evening was filled with tender kisses, a hot bath, shitty movies, and a huge chunk of Remus’s chocolate stash. While that night was hard, and it wasn’t easy learning to love yourself, hell even tolerating yourself. They couldn’t make all the pain go away, that’s not their responsibility. But they loved you so much.

And always wanted to be there to show it to you.

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darkmulti · 4 years

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭:

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐕

⚠️: if you’re a softy, keep scrolling. If you click ‘keep reading’ don’t complain.

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader

Do not request for ‘Pick Your Split’

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: y’all already know I had to do this with Taehyung. The “Meeting V” part was suppose to be in point form but, I hit the limit and had to change it. So the writing is pretty shitty. Sorry! Not edited

~ NSFW ~

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐈𝐃) 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

This profile is for entertainment purposes only and do not represent the real Kim Taehyung.

⚠️: Murder, mentions of murder, gun play, knife play, blood,

⚠️: dub con, mentions of non con, dark/hardcore kinks (all are in V’s punishment part)

Please Read At Your Own Risk!

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Meeting V:

You were walking home from work after a long, late night shift. The streets were dark and empty. The flickering street lights being the only source of light.

You didn’t live in the best neighborhood or have the best job. But hey, at least you’re not homeless. At least you have a roof over your head.

Violence is normal in this neighborhood. You can hear people fighting or yelling as you quickly walk home. Drug dealers and criminals wondered in the streets.

You were about a block away from your apartment, when you looked across the street and see a man pointing a gun at another man who was beaten down on the sidewalk. You wanted to run away but what if he sees you and shoots you?

While thinking about what to do, the man holding the gun notices you. Right then he pulls the trigger and the bullet goes straight through the man’s head.

Your breath hitched as you saw the man’s head hit the cement. The other man flipped his gun in the air and caught it while walking across the road, coming towards you. You didn’t move or say anything. After all his gun was loaded, he was the one with power.

Damn it! You should’ve just called an Uber!

“Look at what we have here, Taehyung. Isn’t she pretty?”

You visibly gulp and look up into his sharp, dark eyes. His hand came up to touch your face but you flinch and step back. He then brings his gun up to your face and you hold your breath.

“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t hurt you.”

He rubbed the side of his gun along your cheek. Oddly, he was gentle. Almost like he was admiring your face.

“What is a little girl like you doing in the city’s most dangerous neighborhood? You know these streets are infested by criminals and creeps..”

Your heart was beating so fast, it could’ve just popped out of your chest

“I-I l-live here.”

You stupidly stutter, showing him that you’re afraid of him. He frowns at your responses then offers,

“How about I walk you home? So no one hurts you.”

You agreed since he had the gun and pointed to your apartment building. The man tucked his gun away, behind his back and grabbed your hand.

“Shall we?”

Both of you walked and made small talk. He didn’t tell you his name, but you told him your name which again, another stupid move. Once you arrived at your apartment door, you finally thanked him and said goodnight.

“Not so fast, little girl. You saw me kill someone. You have to come with me now. Pack some clothes. I’ll be waiting.”

“What?! I swear, I won’t tell anyone what I saw! I swear! Please don’t.” You begged

“I don’t like to repeat myself, little girl. Go. Get. Your. Stuff.” He said in a stern tone, giving you his dark, intimidating eyes again.

You let out a shaky breath before opening the door and walking in. He follows close behind then shuts the door. This could be your chance to get help!

“You can wait here, I’ll go get some of my stuff.”

He scoffs, “I’m not stupid. I’m coming with you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabs your neck and brings his face close to yours

“I’m sure you already have a plan on how to escape me. Right now I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

He follows you to your room and plops down on your bed. You take out your duffle bag and start packing your clothes

“Wow babygirl. Who are you wearing these for, huh?

In between his fingers hanged your red, velvet thongs

You walk over to him and snatch it out of his hands

“N-no one.”

“Well.. they’ll be for me soon.” He said, biting his lips while looking at it.

The man picked out matching panties and bras for you while you packed the rest of your clothes. He neatly folded them and placed them in your bag.

“That’s all you need, princess. I’ll buy you new and appropriate clothes. One of my men will sell this apartment and you can move in with me.”

“Wait what?! No no no no no no! I’m not moving out of here- this is my first apartment! I’m not gonna leave all my stuff.”

“Hush, princess. I hate it when you talk. You can’t live here. Too dangerous. I’ll give you the best life.”

You sat down on your bed and refused to move, completely forgetting about the gun in his back pocket.

“If you don’t get up in the next three seconds, I’ll kill your whole family darling.” He pulled out your passport from his pocket.

Fuck! You were fucked! You quickly got up and followed him out of your apartment with your bag in hand.

A black BMW waited in the front of the building. He opened the backseat door for you so you hurriedly get in and put your seatbelt on. You noticed that there was a driver. Either you were about to be kidnapped or this man’s hella rich.

During the car ride, you decided to break the silence.

“What do you want me to call you?” You look at him and he looks right back at you. “Daddy”

It was your turn to scoff so you did. “Another name please.”

“Taehyung. My real name is Kim Taehyung. Soon yours will be Kim Y/N, princess.”

‘Taehyung’ you thought to yourself. Isn’t that the name he said earlier. Was he talking to himself?

“Princess, give me your phone.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Stop lying. Give me it.”

“I don’t have one! I can’t afford a phone.”

“You’ve been walking home alone in that neighborhood without a phone. For once, I agree with V.”

“V? Who’s V?”

Taehyung didn’t say anything. A smirk landed on his face instead. “Who’s V? Telll meee!” You whine. “Shut up! You’ll wake him up.”

“Huh? Where is he?” You confusedly check around the car, looking for another person

“Is the drivers name V?” You look back at Taehyung and he’s playing around with a pocket knife

“You woke him up, little girl. You deal with him.”

Just then you arrived at his.. mansion. Your jaw dropped as you saw the 15,000 square foot mansion

“This is your house, Taehyung?” You whispered, still in shock. He didn’t respond. In fact, he looked annoyed “Get out of the car.” You quickly got out and stood next to him, still amazed by the ginormous house.

One of his maids brought you to your new room while Taehyung disappeared somewhere in the house. You were still uneasy about everything. But your curious, naive, little mind wanted to know more

Why didn’t Taehyung kill you too?

What did Taehyung do for a living?

Why did he kill that man?

Whose V?

All these questions clouded your brain until you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and see the maid standing in the door way

“Here sweetheart, I brought you a fresh new pair of pyjamas. Right now V is present. I suggest you lock the door before going to bed, honey.”

“What? Why would I do that? Whose V?”

The women’s eyes filled with fear. “Taehyung hasn’t told you?”

“No! What the fuck is going on?! Who is V?” She pushed you into your room and locked the door

“V and Taehyung are the same person. He has split personalities. Taehyung has been going through a lot ever since he was young. V helps him cope. Taehyung doesn’t hurt people. V does. He does it without any emotion.”

What have you gotten yourself into?

It took awhile for you to comprehend everything. “H-How do I know when V’s out?”

“He’s usually more aggressive and flirtatious. He’s more violent and does all the torturing and killing. Taehyung will tell you if it’s him. He’s more gentle. I wouldn’t say caring though. Taehyung is a fast thinker. He’s very stri- ”

You both hear a loud, desperate scream. Your heart started racing in your chest and you quickly run to the door to see what it is. Before you could open it, the maid quickly shuts it and pushes you back.

“Are you crazy! V will kill you! Leave him! Let him release his anger!”

“But- ”

“Sit down, and don’t make a sound. The slightest thing triggers him.”

The hallway went silent. V was looking for his next target. Bodies laid across the floor. Some not breathing, some barely breathing

You innocently sit on the bed, not expecting it to make a loud squeak. You cover your mouth and your face turns red. V quickly came over to your room and the maid told you to hide

She opened the door and V grabbed her neck and pushed her onto the bed. He almost choked her to death until you came out of your hiding spot, pushing him off of her

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you, little girl.”

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V’s punishment:

He threw you over his shoulder and spanked your ass

“You think you can run from daddy?!”

Another spank landed on your ass, making you whimper

He loved spanking you

And slapping your face while fucking you

V was into hardcore ddlg

Had the biggest daddy kink

V wanted you to call him daddy all the time

He wanted you to scream and cry because of his cock

V definitely pushed your limits

He wanted you to be terrified of him

Had a lot of dark kinks

V can’t control himself around you

Whenever he sees you, he just wants to grab you and fuck you as hard as he can

Your just so pure and fragile

It fucking turns him on

Your little whines and squeals when he thrusts into you are the best

The skin slapping is so hard

You have bruises because V is too rough

Both V and Tae are into ddlg and they gave you the same rules

One of the rules is you can’t say no to them

So anything that V gives you, you take it like a good girl

He definitely has a dacryphilia kink

Tears turn him on so much

He’ll just lean down and lick em off your face

Or make you cry harder

Something that really turns him on is your teddy bear

You would be holding onto your brown, fuzzy bear with tears in eyes while he pounded you

V took your butts virginity too

He wanted all of you

Degrades you no matter what

Creampie

Fuck, seeing his cum overflow in his little’s pussy is everything to his eyes

Size kink

Manhandles you in bed

Lowkey has a blood kink

Knife play

One of his fav, gun play

You made him jealous

So he fucked you aggressively

Then he took his gun out and shot it at the wall the scare you

It worked

Fear kink

There’s no getting away from V

Overstimulation

You wouldn’t be able to function properly after he’s done with you

You wouldn’t be able to talk, walk, eat, stand or think

Your thighs are covered in marks and are soaked in cum

Somnophilia kink

He will keep fucking you even after you black out

You’ll wake up and he’ll still be fucking you

And you’ll feel a painful sting in your lower abdomen

Morning sex

He’ll wake you up by roughly fucking you again even though he fucked you unconscious last night

You would be so weak under him

Your fingers don’t function properly either

It’s like your whole body shuts down

Taehyung comes out for the aftercare

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V’s behaviour:

When V was present, he called you little girl or little one

He was careless

Man wasn’t afraid to speak his mind

He scary and psychotic

He didn’t want anyone to know that you make him feel

V’s known for being “numb”

He is known for not caring about anyone or anything

And he wanted to keep that reputation

So to avoid feeling, V was always cold towards you

Only used you for sex

He still hurts & kills innocent people

You can’t stop him

When V is angry, it’s best to leave him alone and stay out of his way

Taehyung is the only one who can stop V

Every time you try to hug or kiss him, he always moved away and degrade you

Though, there was one thing that didn’t make sense

He was extremely possessive and overprotective

V believes it’s his job to protect and watch you

If you disobey him, he spanks you or sexually punishes you

V gets jealous very easily too

One time, you thought Taehyung was present so you started telling him how much you loved him and how much you hated V

V was burning with jealousy

What’s so good about Taehyung? He thought

V ended up punishing you for choosing Taehyung over him

A couple days later he saw you crying in your pink, princess room one day

When he walked in you quickly wiped your tears and look away like a child

“Why’re you crying, little one?”

“You don’t love me! I want daddy Tae!”

You pouted as more tears glided down your pretty face

“But I do love you. I’m afraid you won’t love me back because I’m a monster.”

You felt relieved and hugged V and for the first time he hugs you back

He picks you up and spins you around while kissing you neck

“You can’t tell Taehyung about this.”

“I won’t, daddy!”

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Taehyung’s Behaviour:

When Taehyung was present, he called you princess or baby

Taehyung loves affection

He hates to admit it

But whenever you cuddled or kissed him, it drove him crazy

He fell deep in love with you

Taehyung was so glad that you taught him how to love

Now he could love you

Tae wanted to marry you

He wanted to have a family with you

The maid said that he wasn’t caring

Taehyung is the finest gentlemen out there

He took you on romantic dates

Great cook

Husband material

Great fashion senses

Because of you, he’s learned to let go of things for the better life

He’s less tense

Taehyung was strict and professional at work

But he had a goofy side just for you

He sometimes takes you to work

He gives you paper and scented markers

You’d draw a cute picture and he’ll either hang it in his office or on the fridge

You had to use the washroom really badly so you whine

“Daddyyyyyy! Washroomieee pweaseeee!”

He lets you go by yourself since he’s busy with work

Everything was going smoothly until one of the workers stopped you and started talking to you

Taehyung watched from his office

He was possessive

Taehyung gets jealous easily

And when he gets jealous, V comes out

He got up for his chair and told his employee to go back to work in a low voice

He then dragged you back and spanked your ass

You held onto your bear as you tried to figure out if V was out or if this was still Taehyung

“Daddy, I’m sorry! He started talking to me and I didn’t know what to do!”

V was out

V punished you in his office

To keep V inside, you have to be on your best behaviour

Unfortunately today, you broke a major rule

You deserve a punishment

Both V and Taehyung have a ddlg kink

They both believe they have to take care of you

Taehyung’s just more gentle and patient than V

Tae buys you clothes

He feeds you

Makes sure you eat enough

Taehyung always wants you to be happy

He even plays with you

Helps you shower

Kisses your boo-boos

He even bought you a tiara for your birthday

He takes care of you after V is done fucking you

He’ll bring you to the bathtub and give you a bubble bath

He knows you love bath bombs, so he lets you choose one

After your bath, he dresses you in comfy clothes and gives you a piggy back ride to the kitchen

He’ll make you something to eat

Taehyung will even massage you if you are in that much pain

The rest of the day, he cuddles with you and watches movies with you

He knows the last thing you want is to be alone

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Taehyung’s Punishment:

Non existent

V punishes you

Taehyung makes love with you

Slow but deep thrust so you can feel all of him

Dirty talking with Taehyung

He praises you

“Just like that princess, gooood girl.”

Your eyes light up when he praises you

He lives for your moans

You live for his deep grunts

Lowkey wants to get you pregnant

So he cums in you all the time

Finger sucking

Taehyung will dip his fingers into you

And make you lick the cum off

Suck his fingers clean

He’ll deepthroat you with his fingers

Choking kink

Spanking

Light bdsm

Thigh riding if princess is needy in public

You have to wear your collar and leash in public

Public blowjobs

Don’t tell V though

He’ll humiliate you in public

Taehyung is gentle and sweet during sex

If you ask him to go faster, he will happily do it

Heated, saliva full kisses

Passionate sex will always be the best kind of sex

Sometimes he ties your wrist

Taehyung doesn’t mean to overstimulate you but sometimes it happens

He’s really into marking you

So everyone knows that you belong to him

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You thought that Taehyung was the only one for you.

Therefore, V left forever without saying goodbye. You found yourself heartbroken because of that.

Everyday you thought about him. You missed him. He wasn’t the nicest person around, but at least he was trying. Now who will protect you from all the bad guys?

Taehyung noticed your behaviour changed and called for V.

He told you that you have to choose one of them.

Who will you choose?

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭

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silverandarsenic-hcs · 3 years

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Ghost Slander

I know I’ve done this before sorta but this is the Finial List of all the shit that’s really just bad about them. the first half of each is serious bad stuff and the second half is just silly annoying shit they do. I am not apologizing for this so that’s that on that. I also still love them anyways.

Papa I: too old to do anything. he may be strong and smart, but he’s old, and tired, and gets grumpy when he’s tired. and when he’s grumpy hes a fucking asshole. he really doesn’t want to do anything, like go out for a fun day in the city, or try new things. can’t teach an old dog ne w tricks, and he doesn’t even try tricks he’s known about for forty years. He can be boring, and he can be punchy and shitty when he’s annoying (I don’t mean like punchy as in hitting, just you know when you were grumpy as a kid and you get really irritated and annoyed and kind of just wanna have a hissy fit and cant control it???? that.)

Papa II: Super emotionally unavailable and it just becomes taxing to try and get him to open up unless he’s ready and willing - which, spoiler alert, will never happen. He really does have a shitty temper and when he gets angry he sees red. Refuses to delegate tasks to other people around him because he thinks no one else can do it right. When he does, no matter what they do it’s never good enough and he makes all his interns cry and/or quit. for fun: he gets the “man flu” in which he will not take medication or go to the doctor until he literally has muscle dystrophy. thinks Advil or Tylenol is some hippy bullshit brainwashing pill invented by liberals that are trying to trick him into being happy. conspiracy theories. thinks aliens built the pyramids. watches ancient aliens in his spare time and never shuts up about it. Unable to use technology, and falls asleep in “special chair” at home.

Papa III: cant take no for an answer. he doesn't understand when someone refuses his advances because all of the girls in the clergy falling all over him his whole life has made his head a little too big. if you want major fucking ego, he’s the brother for you. if you don’t want flowers, and you don’t want random extravagant things, he’s not the brother for you, because if you tell him you don’t like the things he’ll assume you hate him and decide that you shouldn’t be together anymore. sure, it comes from a place of caring and wanting to spoil his s/o, but fuck, bro, tone it down. He’ll also talk at you for hours even if you’re not listening just because he loves the sound of his own voice. It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to do something else, or are tired, or you just don’t care, he’ll stop talking when he’s ready and only then. For fun: at a kids soccer game he would be That Dad that screams at the other kids like hes the assistant coach and probably be drunk and fist fight the other drunk dads in their lawn chairs. makes his s/o wax his back before they go to the beach or anywhere he has to be shirtless. its gross and hairy and he wouldn't care if his s/o didn’t bully his persian-rug body into it so hard one time he canceled a vacation.

Copia: He has no back bone. He’ll work until people give him what wants but he’ll never come right out and say it, in any kind of relationship or work. You’ll constantly be guessing whether or not what he said has a second meaning and if it’s really want he wants or he’s been waiting for you to figure it out the whole time. It’s fucking annoying. He’ll never be the one to put his foot down, or silence a room, or command attention like the other papa’s have, he just doesn’t have it in him. For fun: Calls his stomach his “spare tire” like what the fuck who says that?? Talks to everyone, you literally have to drag him away from talking to strangers. The person next to him at the cafe has their headphones in and he’s just chatting away. Small talk but just gets worse, and he subjects everyone to it. rides one of those bikes where you're basically lying down and doesn't shut the fuck up about how low impact it is on your back and knees. thinks the government is out to get him and everyone else but doesn't put two and two together and still has a google home thing or an alexa, buys that facebook skype camera thing for your tv that literally follows you when he walks. he just thinks their neat.

Dewdrop: Has a hot temper and genuinely gets mean when he lashes out. He doesn’t care that everyone has to chase after him all the time and has no remorse for what they have to do for him or what he ruins for them. He’s gonna do whatever he want’s whenever he wants and no one can tell him otherwise - everyone thinks this is so fun and quirky and great until it’s been a few months and they’re wondering why Dew hasn’t calmed down even a little. He’s too self obsessed to even care what other people want for him. A total mess wherever he goes, eats all the soap and candles and doesn’t replace them.

Swiss: saying someone is too good at everything doesn't sound like an insult, but it does when they brag about it. Swiss has always been the multi ghoul, meaning hes always been pretty good at everything, but never specialized in something. so rather than do more to hide the fact he’s a jack of all trades but master of none, he just brags about every tiny little thing he does. hes like 6′ but his ego is like 8′4″. Insanely jealous in relationships which can cause problems. he’s a liar. there. i said it. unless he’s your s/o, if his mouth is moving, it’s probably a lie. whether hes bigging up his own adventures, or trying to cover his tracks about where he was and who he was with, its probably all bullshit. the only reason he doesn’t lie to his partners is because he HATES being lied to in return and if he has feelings for you its a little harder to just shut you out once you realize he’s full of it. He mostly lies for fun, and partly just to see what people will really believe, so it get’s wilder and wilder every time. Refuses to do anything that’s boring to him like clean or do laundry, but he hates disgusting messes so he’ll just pay someone else to do it.

Mountain: Disgustingly messy. When I walk into a room i leave a hurricane of my shit everywhere, but if you took an actual hurricane and put it in his bedroom, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. No one in the whole church will go near his room, partly for the smell, partly for the fact of that there is no where to stand that isn’t a foot high with garbage and dirty clothes. If he cleaned his room i think a new disease would be unlocked. Super stubborn, and inpatient. He’s pretty chill, but refuses to wait for anything without getting super annoyed, and it’s impossible to change his mind about literally anything once it’s made up. Trying to debate him about anything is a fucking nightmare.

Aether: when you’ve been together for a while, and you’re comfortable with each other, things can get boring. he’ll stop taking you on dates every week, and stop thanking you profusely for everything you do, and stop treating you like a queen. things will get stale quickly, so unless you’re into routine, steer fucking clear or you're doomed. when he’s in a shitty mood, he will say literally anything to you to get you away from him. he just wants to be left alone and if you wont let that happen he’ll break up with you, tell you to fuck off, tell you to get away from him, tell you to go fuck yourself, whatever it takes. he doesn’t mean it, and even if he knows that deep down, you’re still causing the problem by existing, in his mind. refuses to accept that there may be a different way to do things. it’s Aether’s way or the highway and that's it. he thinks that if somethings easier, or faster than the way he does it, then it’s not being done right, and it’s fucking annoying how he wastes so much time doing stupid simple tasks because its the way he was taught and its the way he’ll do them until he dies

Rain: A baby. An actual baby. Needy and clingy and even a little bit pathetic sometimes. Here and there it can be cute and you might feel the need to nurture him, but honestly most people can’t handle it all the time but for Aether. He constantly needs attention in the exact way he wants and if he doesn’t get it he’ll whine and cry and try and make you feel like shit. Maybe it’s manipulation, maybe it’s not. Who knows. But you have to make sure he eats properly, make sure he gets dressed properly, make sure he sleeps, pretty much be a parent to him half the time. The amount of emotional labor is borderline slavery. His attitude is insane, and he’s sassy and bossy all the time as if he’s actually in control, and if you tell him otherwise he’ll scream (at the top of his lungs). Uses baby talk at an inappropriate timing and makes people uncomfortable sometimes.

Cumulus: Collects tiny little themed knick knacks that are literally everywhere and take up all the space in her and Cirrus’ little sapphic cottage. Nosey and wants to know everyone’s business all the time. The only person she tells is Cirrus but she won’t rest unless she knows every detail about a persons life and drama.

Cirrus: Leaves all the lights on wherever she goes. Leaves all the cupboards open. All the lights are on so much that it lights up the whole house all night, and people call them to tell them to either close their blinds or turn the fucking lights off.

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thepaperpanda · 3 years

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Halloween one shots - Uncharted edition

Summary: two very short stories written for upcoming Halloween.

Warnings: None

Words: 1635

Authors: Cass & Rouge

You remembered how you said you wanted to just spend halloween at home with your boyfriend. Without others lurking around through a mansion you're living in.

When Rafe was gone, you had the place entirely for yourself, which meant you could do whatever you wanted, as long as it didn't include devastating the property.

Despite the fact in the house you couldn't find any proper materials, you decided that Rafe will be welcomed with cheerful and resourceful Halloween decorations, no matter how much effort it will cost.

Setting everything around the mansion took you almost a week, with a little help from servants. Soon, a spooky skeleton dressed in a suit with a hat on stood in Rafe's office, right next to his wooden desk. You also used twigs, moss and fake spiderwebs to decorate it, as well as the staircase.

Carved pumpkins also stood on the floors along the corridors, having little candles ignited in them.

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Rafe saw plenty of Halloween decorations in storefronts on his way home.

He didn't pay much attention to them.

Halloween was childish to him. All the silly, scary costumes, decorations and trick-or-treating. Stupid reason for kids to bother him every year. Stupid brats thought that if their parents bought them 300$ costumes that they are something special.

Rafe was more than happy to return home. He missed you and his bed, not to mention a mix of both. He was a horny bastard after those two weeks without you.

Adler returned home late. Really fucking late but he still had some minor stuff to take care of. After taking his coat off and leaving it in a hallway, Rafe went to his office.

It was fucking dark. All he could see was a person-like shape standing right next to the window.

Raising an eyebrow, he switched on the light and looked at the fake skeleton.

"I hope it’s Drake's and not some cheap shit she had gotten on sellout,” he muttered unamused with the decoration.

You were aware of his return, so you went downstairs to greet him. Frowning you found out that his coat was hung on a hanger, yet there was no Rafe in the sight. You tapped your nose, thinking.

You decided to check within one room he was using frequently - his office.

Rafe looked up as soon as he heard the door open. "I assume you are the one that put that crap into my office,” he muttered resting his chin on his hand.

You nodded eagerly at first. “Yes! He does look cute, doesn’t he?!,” you clapped your hands and walked to the skeleton to improve its hat. “Oh, and by the way, hi,” you turned to Rafe and leand forward to place a brief kiss on his cheek. “I missed you and decided to decorate the mansion while you’re gone,” you claimed proudly.

"First of all, why? And who the hell let you use my clothes?," Rafe asked with a frown.

You shrugged a little while bending your butt against his desk. “I just thought you’ll be gone for a little longer, so I decided to make something like a substitute of your presence here, maybe just in a more funny way though,” you informed him while playing with the edge of your dress. “Just don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you’re fossilized nor something like that, no. I just thought I could merge this with upcoming Halloween. And I let myself use your clothes. Don’t be mad with me.”

"I am mad. You live here for three years now. Have you ever seen me celebrating this bullshit!?," He growled looking at you. "You better remove my expensive clothes off that shit and take it out from my office."

“But, honey!,” you gasped, “Why? I spent hours preparing all this. I put my heart into preparing decorations, baking your favourite pumpkin muffins,” you counted. “Why are you expecting me to leave my little customs behind?”

"I don't like pumpkin muffins," he said, crossing arms over his chest. "Just as much as I hate this shitty holiday or whatever it's called. Get this outta my office or it will fly through the window."

You lowered your head and let out a sigh. “Okay, as you wish, dear,” informing him, you walked to the skeleton you’d already named Valentino and picked him up with a loud gasp.

Rafe sighed deeply seeing your sadness. "Okay, he can stay. Just really, take this expensive suit off. Take my old trousers and t-shirt."

He couldn't bear the sight of your sadness, so maybe keeping that particular decoration and every other you prepared was a good idea. For your well-being at least.

You stopped and turned your head slightly to look at your boyfriend. “You mean it? Like, really really?,” You asked, blinking.

Rafe nodded. "As long as your bony friend isn't taking my expensive clothes, this let’s say installation can stay."

You put Valentino back on his place and walked to Rafe, quickly taking place on his comfortable lap, wrapping arms around his neck. “You’re kind when you want to be,” you reminded him, nudging his shoulder a little. Your hands then cupped his face and held it in place when you leaned forward to kiss him passionately. “I’m glad you’re back and that I’ll have you by my side on the spooky, upcoming night! I hope you’ll be my protector.”

Rafe hummed deeply. "I can protect you all night in our bed. Just you and me between your legs," he said and wrapped his arms around you before getting up with you.

“Rafael Adler, you were cute but you had to destroy it with your ambiguity of course!,” You chuckled softly and kissed his temple. “I’ll think whether you deserve the prize or not.”

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Sam frowned looking at the rubber mask of the werewolf. It wasn't something he was looking for but he got a good idea how to use it this one time.

He hummed and looked through the shop alleys until he found you in the candy section. After all you both came here to stock up on candies for kids and for both of you.

You wearing a red dress only gave him more ideas.

Putting on the werewolf mask Sam sneaked behind you. He was good at this so why not to use that skill.

Sam grabbed your hips pulling you tightly against his chest.

"Would you look at that! Big Bad Wolf got his little Red Riding Hood!"

You let out a loud squeak, which caused few people to look in your direction. You instantly put your hand over your mouth and gasped. “Sorry! I didn’t expect this! Don’t scare me!”

You turned your head slightly and looked at Sam’s mask, which made you scream once more. “Drake, you old bastard!”

"I am the Big Bad Wolf! And I will eat you!," He growled and picked you up. "Unless the wolf will get a kiss."

You hummed and shook your head. “No, you won’t get a kiss. I don’t know whether you had your rabies vaccination,” you chuckled at your own words.

"Oh don't be such a Snow Queen. I had my rabies vaccination, because there is a prince under that fur. So?," Sam hummed, smiling under the mask.

You leaned forward to reach nis exposed neck where you placed a kiss. “Then I can agree. I want to have the prince only for myself. I demand it. But now, put me down, people are staring!”

"And that's how the Little Red Riding Hood removed the curse from the prince," Sam said and removed the mask. "I don't know if I will put you down. Why should I?"

“I’m a little girl that doesn’t like to be lifted up, not counting some particular situations of course,” you smiled. “Put me down, my prince. I need to buy some candies for our subjects for the upcoming fest.”

Sam thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay. I will but you will do something for me and only then I will put you down."

You wrapped arms around his neck to support yourself from falling. “What is this?”

"We will buy those matching pirate couple costumes" Sam asked happily. He knew you hated that idea from the start but maybe this was the right moment to get them.

You rolled your eyes but nodded in the end. “We will, pinky promise.”

"Yes!" Sam said loudly, getting other people's attention again. He kissed you quickly and put you down. "C'mon! They are in a different alley," Sam almost sang, pulling you behind.

You followed him, gathering packs of candies you had prepared before. When you two got to the point, you checked the costumes out and hummed, thinking. “I need to admit that they look cool. Pity that lady costume covers less than it shows.”

"Every captain needs his sexy lady," Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Besides, we can always use them for some roleplay in the bedroom after halloween."

As the blush crept onto your lips, you smirked wryly at him. “So, are you a captain, a bad wolf or a prince? Make up your mind, handsome.”

"I am everything to you. Just as you are to me," Sam explained with a shrug.

You reached out and stroked his bearded cheek. “I love you. But we gotta get to the checkout now as I’m having a lot of work at home yet, gotta make pumpkin pie, gotta prepare decorations and carve the pumpkins.”

Sam nodded. "Okay. I can't wait to get a slice of that pie." When he started walking toward the checkout, you slightly spanked his butt in fitted jeans. “If you’ll help me then I’ll consider getting you some,” you informed Sam. “Move up, move up, Mister Pirate.”

#Rafe Adler #Sam Drake #rafe adler x reader #sam drake x reader #Rafe Adler fanfic #Sam Drake fanfic #Rafe Adler fic #Sam Drake fic #uncharted 4 #uncharted 4 the thief's end #uncharted 4 fic #reader insert #writers on tumblr #fic rec

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years

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Flash Forward: Other bits

Lila

Lila was sitting in a white room dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans. She was eating a meal and looked bored as she did so. Once she was done she looked up.

“If you are finished mask on,” a voice said through the walls.

“You can trust me. I won’t do anything!” Lila replied, sounding charming. “Miss Rossi you do not have permission to leave your room without a mask. Mask on.” Lila stared at the ceiling before a look of utter rage passed over her face, startling the watchers. She grabbed something sitting next to her and put it on, tying it behind her head. It was a half mask, with slits in the front. Putting it on, a click was heard and she growled, the mask showing it also had a voice program as it came out distorted and computerized. “Thank you.”

Waking out of the room when the door opened, Lila carried her plate and utensils, heading to a window in a wall she put them through. Around her others dressed like her were walking around. Only a bare few had masks though.

“Rossi,” one said, walking by.

“Smith.” She responded, heading through the room and out a door, to where a fenced-in outdoor area was. Lila sat on a bench and just watched people before someone walked up to her. It was Chloé, wearing similar clothes but with gloves.

“I thought you were avoiding me,” Lila said.

“I was.” Chloé said simply. “But I have news.”

“Oh? The Justice League realize they made a mistake and are letting me go?” Lila mocked. “Please. You knew your magic had people listening to you and believing you no matter what you said. You willingly used your magic on others and turned out to be working with a magical terrorist since you were fourteen until eighteen. The one time they let you go unmasked here you used your magic to spark a riot.” Chloé snorted. “You deserve to be here like I did.”

“Did?” Lila asked.

“I’m leaving next week. Parole.” Chloé told the girl and Lila snared, the sound menacing in her mask.

“You sided with him just like me! Hell you willingly let him cast magic on you- that’s why you have those damn gloves!” Lila said.

“I know. I was a petty and jealous brat who wanted to be special. I was so mad I would never get the Bee Miraculous back, I was so mad Ladybug didn’t like me. So I foolishly didn’t think of anyone but myself and sides with him.” Chloé told her. “It took me nearly killing my dad just by hugging him to realize what I did. Lila, how do you feel knowing your mother is sick to her stomach when she sees you because of how much magic you used on her?”

“It wasn’t that much.” Lila snapped and Chloe shook her head.

“Your mother can’t be in the same room with you without going into shock.”

“Your mother-“

“Is in jail for insider trading and child abuse,” Chloé said coldly. “And good riddance. But this didn’t about that. This is about me and you.”

“What could you possibly want with me? You hate me.”

“I do. But sadly you’re my only friend here.” Chloé said. “And we’re similar. We both fucked up. Difference is I realized it and am trying. I’m getting out. I’ll never not be able to not wear gloves. My touch with either kill or paralyze anyone. That’s fine- I got offered skin right and skin coloured gloves I’ll be wearing. I get to change my name and appearance and integrate back into society as long as I keep in contact with Canary. That’s great.”

“And you think I can too?” Lila sneered. “I can’t turn off my magic.”

“You can control it you just don’t want to. You’re damn lucky they gave you a mask instead of casting a spell to permanently silence you and you know it.” Chloe told Lila who glared at her in answer. “Lila don’t let the mistakes you made as a teenager affect you now.” Lila didn’t answer as Chloe stood and left her alone in the yard.

Alya

Alia was sitting in a cubicle, working on something. She looked different with her hair in a short bob and wearing a set of business casual clothing. She looked fairly focused as she was typing, only stopping when someone stuck their head into the cubicle.

“Hey, someone’s waiting for you in meeting room B.”

“Thanks,” Alta said, standing up and heading to the room. She looked puzzled as she entered it before a smile crossed her face. “Rose!:

“Alta!” Rose looked older, with her hair longer then it was currently, and her outfit a white sweater and jeans. “It’s good to see you! Sorry about dropping in on you at work…”

“It’s fine. I don’t have any cool stories right now- mostly the normal stuff and that’s pretty easy to write.” Alya told her. “Why are you here?”

“Juleka and I are getting married!” Alya squealed and threw her arms around Rose who laughed and hugged back.

“God! You guys beat the odds! I’m so happy for you!” She pulled away with a smile.

“Thanks! We wanted a reporter covering it- famous model marrying a charity worker so we thought of you!” Alya squealed again and hugged Rose again who laughed. “But uhh…”

“If it’s about Nino it’s fine. It’s been years- we broke up and we can be civil.” Alya said in amusement. Rose winced. Alya frowned at her.

“It’s Marinette.” Alya frowned at Rose.

“Me and Marinette are cool too.”

“You guys stopped being friends so suddenly-“ Rose began but Alya lifted a hand.

“No. We stopped being friends earlier then we thought. Neither of us realized it though until after Lila’s bullshit. It took her telling me to my face she was over Adrien and her realizing I hadn’t talked to her about anything not about the blog for us both to admit we’d stopped being friends. It was new kid friend syndrome. We were buddies but didn’t have a solid enough basis in common interests to remain besties. And that’s fine. It happened.” Alya chuckled. “Didn’t know you were still thinking we had issues.” Rose shrugged but smiled.

“I’m glad you’re okay with that.” Alya chuckled and her smile grew.

“Yeah same.”

Adrien

Adrien was working in his classroom, marking papers.

“Ugh,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “What is with teenagers.” He finished the last paper and stood up with a sigh. He put the papers into his desk and begun to get ready to leave when the door opened. “Mylene! Hey.” The woman smiled.

“Hey, just wanted to see if you were staying late. How’s your first month?” The woman came in to sit on a desk, still smiling.

“Pretty good. Thanks for vouching for me. Might not have got the job without it.”

“You could have.” Said Mylène in reply. “You’re a good teacher Adrien- much better than our examples.” Adrien laughed a little bitterly.

“Well not hard.” He shook his head. “... ever hear from anyone?”

“Well, you did get the invite right?”

“Yeah Rose and Juleka. I’m happy for them… just not sure if I want to go. Not sure if everyone wants me.” He looked down at his empty hands for a second. “... after everything.”

“You messed up Adrien. But you were a kid. Rose wouldn’t invite you if she didn’t want to give you a chance. If any of them wanted not to see you.”

“I… Mylène what I was like, what I did… it was wrong. It was disgusting. It took me literally being slapped by Ladybug, by Marinette and being sued for me to get it through my head. Not to mention-“

“That’s not your fault Adrien. Don’t blame yourself.” Mylène got off the desk and went to place a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man. C’mon- I’ll buy you a drink. Us teachers are all going. They want you to come.”

“... if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

Nathanael

Nathanael was bent over a desk, drawing something with a focused look on his face. He barely paid attention to Marc who walked in, the man laughing quietly.

“Nath, you’re going to hurt your eyes drawing so close and in such bad light.” Marc told him, putting a hand on his shoulder, a wedding ring on his hand.

“I’m fine Marc, promise.” Nathanael smiled at the man, patting his hand. “I think your husband’s-“

“Nathanael, don’t do this.” Marc sighed.

“Do what?”

“Do this ‘I want to wallow’ thing.” Marc shook his head. “Look yeah you were a shitty boyfriend in high school but that was mostly your own issues being bi and all the crap your parents gave you more than anything. And the whole Lila crap- in case you forgot I believed her to until she managed to say one lie I knew was wrong and you snapped out of the magic when I showed you it was wrong.”

“I… I dunno.” Nathanael sighed. “I think I’m just tired.”

“Yeah well no wallowing my friend. C’mon- Marinette called and she wants to see us before Rose and Juleka’s wedding.” Nathanael looked pleased.

“That’s good. Is she still willing to help with talks about our book becoming a movie? I’d rather her or her boy toy being there.”

“She’s going to kill you if you keep calling Tim a boy toy.”

“She grew over six feet tall and she still wears heels. Tim is 5’6”. I will never stop. Jason lets me.”

“Jason likes riling up his girlfriend. She pins him better.”

“... how do you know this?” Nathanael asked his partner in business.

“I’m married to Roy- Jason’s best friend? We talk.”

“... how much can we use for our porn books?”

“Where do you think half the ideas came from?”

Kagami

Kagami was setting up her office, smiling as she put a photo frame down that had her on a podium with an Olympic Gold Medal around her neck.

Pulling back, she looked around the office and smiled.

“Fuck you mom,” she declared. She looked pleased as she set the final piece down, a plague declaring her name.

“Someone sounds happy,” a blonde stuck her head in, grinning. “That exciting to be heading your own company?”

“Of course. I worked hard for this.” Kagami smiled at her. “And stealing Kara Danvers is just a bonus.”

“You’re only saying that because you think it’s funny.” Kara laughed. “Wouldn’t leave you for the wolves after you saved my ass.”

“Anyone else would have done it or well anyone we know.” Kagami told her. Kara gave her that with a shrug. “What’s on the plan for today?”

“Well business wise we have a meeting with Tim Drake-Wayne- he’s currently trying to get permission for some sort of body armour to be made for teens that can be a hoodie or a sweater.”

“It disgusts me we need those. Let me guess the government won’t have it?”

“Not unless he has back up, or if he agrees for the military to have it to for free.”

“That’s disgusting and I’m going to rip them to shreds.”

“Yep. And for pleasure, you’re meeting your girlfriend at that waffle place she likes.” Kagami grinned, looking pleased. “And your other girlfriend is meeting you guys later. She’s busy with helping her youngest brother with something- wanna tell?”

“Damian is proposing to his boyfriend later. And yes you can call in with this info to hangs your bets.” Kara pumped her fist.

“Yes! Clark and Bruce’s families finally join!”

“Dare you to tell them that.”

“I will gladly do so.”

Luka

Luka was busy tuning his gut air when the door opened and Nino stuck his head in. “Yo, Luka- your sister is here.”

“Nice.” Luka grinned as Juleka came in, Nino following. “Jules!”

“Luka!” The two hugged. “Ugh, how’s the recording going?”

“Really well. How’s the wedding planning?”

“Better now that we took Marinette’s advice and hired her friend Bart- he’s amazing at it.” Juleka told her brother. “Rose wants to adopt him I think.”

“Bart? Yeah he has that sort of feel.” Laughed Luka. Juleka shook her head.

“Of course you know him. So… dating anyone?”

“Not really. Sort of dating this one guy Conner but we’re not that serious.” Luka shrugged.

“Aww. Hey how about you Nino?”

“Nah man, I’m flying solo still. Busy with my music and helping Luka out.” Nino told them. “Though I do have a date so… later!”

“... one night stands?” Juleka asked Luka who laughed when Nino was gone.

“Yeah. He’s having fun.”

“To each their own,” Juleka said. “... he’s not-“

“Juleka. He and Alya broke up and I will not let you two hatch a matchmaking scheme at your wedding. It’s about you, no one else.” Luka told him. “As well Nino told me there’s some stuff he doesn’t like talking about with their relationship. And he doesn’t want to get back together.”

“... Alya says-“

“Different people Juleka. Different people and Alya may not be saying everything either.” Luka told his sister. “Aren’t we talking about me?”

“You and your music career making a killing while you also run around with interesting jewelry?”

“Says the one with her fancy rings.” Luka teased. Juleka laughed and smiled. “And the fact she’s a world-famous model now.”

“Yeah we are really killing it aren’t we.” Juleka smiled, then frowned. “... heard about Chloe?”

“Yeah. I think we can trust her though. There are telepaths working there.”

“I know it’s just…” Juleka made a face. “Viperion and Black Claws might need to step in.”

“Maybe. Hopefully not but maybe.” Luka sighed. “... I’m glad you saw through Lila so fast.”

“Got lucky with Rose knowing Ali… he’s coming by the way.”

“King at your wedding. Nice.”

“I know.”

#maribat #miraculous ladybug #ml au #flash forward #ml salt #Lila salt

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tisfan · 4 years

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Hey, are you still doing those prompts? If yes, would you write some IronFalcon - or even some WinterIronFalcon? (which huii ~ *fans myself*) With either 21. "Are you being sarcastic?" "Me? Sarcastic? Never." Or 82. "What a load of bullshit." Please and thank you! :D (If you don't do them anymore; whoops my bad :P)

Title: Welcome to the Club Collaborator(s) Tisfan Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/24235783 Square Filled Y4: Collateral Damage StarkBucks Bingo: B1: walking disaster Ship/Main Pairing Bucky/Sam Bucky/Sam/Tony Rating general Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings some homophobic language, homophobic parents, Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, pre-slash, possible threesome much much later Summary Bucky’s getting some use out of his terrible Christmas Present. Unfortunately, Tony gets in the way. Word Count 1580

For @buckybarnesbingo @starkbucksbingo and @justsomeoneunordinary

Tony took the empty cardboard boxes, neatly broken down as requested by the big sign in front of the dumpers, down the stairs. Moving in the day after Christmas had been rough, and he was glad he didn’t have a lot of stuff to take with him. (Howard had practically growled the whole time he was packing, making sure he didn’t take anything valuable with him to sell on the other side.)

The smallest rental van he could afford and a few trips, and he was now the proud renter of a shitty apartment with almost no furniture, some crappy dishes, his clothes, and Dum-E taking up space.

On the plus side, he’d discovered that his mom had slipped a couple thousand dollars into one of the moving boxes before he left, so he had a little less precarious problems than he had before he’d unpacked it.

Tony about jumped out of his skin when the dumpster next to him exploded. Debris rained down on him, sharp and stinging.

He hit the ground, scraping the denim out at the knee, and erasing some of the skin underneath. “Son of a bitch,” he yelled, covering his head.

The moment of sheer panic subsided and he realized what he’d thought was a bomb or gunfire was, in fact, the shattered remains of a plate.

He stared around, until finally he looked up to discover two men standing on a balcony overlooking the trashcan. One of them had his hand over his mouth and looked aghast. The other was laughing like a loon, pointing at the first one.

“Shit, man, you okay?”

Tony climbed to his feet, hissing as his knee stung. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Sam’s chuckin’ china,” the other man said, still giggling. “Sorry, you’re just collateral damage.”

Tony looked down at his ruined jeans. “Yeah, great,” he said. “Fantastic. Terrific.” He limped a few steps back toward his apartment, the cut dripping blood down his calf and into his sock. Shit. He didn’t even think he owned a first aid kit.

“Seriously, man, you okay?” Sam was practically leaning off the balcony, and while it wasn’t that high up, falling three stories onto a cement sidewalk wasn’t going to be good for anyone.

“Scraped my knee,” Tony reported.

“You missed, you asshole, you missed,” the other guy said.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam yelled, then smacked the other guy who was still laughing. “Shut up, you walking disaster.”

Both of them vanished into their apartment. Tony waited for a moment, then decided he didn’t really need someone taking pictures and for it to end up in one of those cheap supermarket magazines. It wouldn’t take long for Howard to figure out that Tony hadn’t even made it one day before something stupid happened.

He got all the way to the stairs before his leg decided enough of this shit. Fuck. Well, maybe he could just rest a bit, and--

“Wait, no, don’t sit down, we’re comin’,” the laughing guy said.

Don’t sit down, what was he, crazy. “Don’t sit down,” Tony grumbled, “what are you, crazy?”

“Don’t you mind him,” Sam said. “Look, if it’s okay, we goan carry you upstairs and see to that knee of yours. You can trust me, I’m an EMT.”

“Don’t look at me,” the other guy said, “I just drive the ambulance.” The other guy was hard not to look at, honestly. Grey-blue eyes and a jaw you could rest a shot glass on. Man, Tony would like to do shots off that jaw, honestly. He decided that not getting punched in the face was the better part of valor, however, and didn’t say so.

“You guys--”

“Work for the local hospital, yeah. I’m Sam Wilson, this is my partner, Bucky Barnes.” Sam offered a hand to shake.

“And you’re going to carry me upstairs,” Tony continued. “Are you sure you didn’t hit me in the head?”

“Yep,” Bucky said. He and Sam did something, and suddenly their hands were aligned in such a way, with one of them gripping the other’s forearms, that made a little basket of their arms. Something to sit on. Huh. Tony was impressed. Sure, why not.

“If you all drop me down the stairs, I will sue,” Tony said.

“I ain’t drop nobody yet,” Bucky said. “That’s Steve.” And at Tony’s blank look, he added, “another guy on our crew. But me and Sam are the same height, so we can do this.”

“Huh. Okay.”

Gingerly, Tony sat down on the little seat-frame they made.

“One, two--” Sam said, and suddenly Tony was being carried like he was the damn Prom King or something, and they went up the stairs with alacrity. Two flights and Tony might have been breathing hard, but these guys weren’t even breaking a sweat.

“Uh, don’t you even want to know what floor I’m on?”

“Nope, you’re coming to our place,” Sam said. “My kit’s there.”

“Am I being kidnapped for my kidney, this sounds like it might be--”

“Oh shut up,” Sam said, “an’ open the door. It’s unlocked.”

“All right, here, on the sofa, and--”

“Drop your britches,” Sam said.

“This is sounding more and more like a kidnapping at every turn,” Tony said, but he did what Sam said, because there was, in fact, an EMT kit right there on the coffee table. And also, treating a scraped knee was going to take either getting the pants off, or cutting them open. And Tony didn’t have that many pairs of pants, really. He could get one of those iron on patches, and whine at Pepper, maybe, until she fixed them. Although she would probably just look up some videos on YouTube for him and tell him to stop assuming she knew how to cook or sew just because she was a woman. Maybe he wouldn’t ask her.

See, Pepper, I can be taught.

Sitting in his boxers on someone else’s sofa that he didn’t even know was super weird.

“This is super weird, guys,” Tony said.

“No, no, the guy we had to triage about fifty feet down a drainpipe, that was weird.”

“I dunno, I liked the lady who got stuck to the inflow pipe of her swimming pool. That was fun.”

The two of them traded stories back and forth, Tony listening with rapt attention, as Sam cleaned out Tony’s knee.

“Here, you got some gravel in it,” Sam said. He pulled out a pair of extra long tweezers and a kidney shaped metal dish, plucking the rocks and debris from Tony’s wound with an expert hand. The gravel made little plink noises as it hit the dish.

“Little bit of bacitracin and some topical numbing agent--”

“Like the stuff in solarcaine,” Bucky added helpfully.

“--and a bit of spray on skin, to seal it up. Wearing a bandaid on your knee is all but pointless,” Sam said.

“Huh.” Tony looked down, then put his pants back on. It still hurt, but it wasn’t bleeding. So, you know, that was good. “So, uh, why were you throwing dishes off the balcony?”

“So, Bucky and me, we’re partners, right?” Sam said. “And--”

“My father doesn’t approve, which you know, whatever, screw him anyway,” Bucky said. “Although I can’t figure out if the problem is, I am gay, or that Sam is black.”

“Usually with that type, it’s both,” Tony said.

“But he’s been trying to-- I don’t know, get fuckin’ brownie points with me by pretending everything’s still cool,” Bucky said. “It’s stupid, but I reckon he don’t want to end up being old and my bein’ the person who gets to pick his nursin’ home or something. Or he doesn’t want people to ask the wrong sorts of questions.”

“Bucky’s a hero,” Sam said. “It was in the papers and everything. So people do ask about his son.”

“So, he sent me this fuckin’ Christmas present, right?”

“Dishes?”

“Yeah, like, not even ones you can eat off, but those bullshit things you put on the wall,” Bucky said.

“Bradford Exchange,” Tony asked, because Rhodey had gotten big into those for a while, buying plates with Star Trek ships on them, and the like. He had a whole collection of them.

“An’ like, not even nice ones of those. Crappy ones. With bible verses on them. That you get from like, the Dollar Store.”

“Which would still be okay, spirit of Christmas, maybe,” Sam said. “Except he regifted them. Someone at his office gave them to him, and he left the receipt in the box. Probably not on purpose--”

“With George, it’s not like you can tell whether he’s bein’ a jackass or not,” Bucky complained. “What a load of bullshit.”

Tony recognized that tone of voice, too. That was the tone of a man who still cared, and was mad at himself that he did. Wanting Dad’s approval and hating himself that he wanted it. And still not getting it.

“So, this happy asshole here,” Sam said, “was trying to see if he could hit the dumpster from the balcony. Which is how you ended up involved.”

“Hey, I got two of them in, which ain’t half bad. You’re the one who missed by a mile.”

“My dad kicked me out three days ago, because he caught me in my room with a boy,” Tony said. “So-- can I join your club?”

Sam and Bucky looked at each other, then grinned. “We’ve even got jackets.”

#buckybarnesbingo #starkbucksbingo #prompts #winterironfalcon #EMT AU #justsomeoneunordinary

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hoovii · 4 years

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If You Only Knew, You'd Hate Me

Pairing: Bucky Buchanan x OMC (Zebediah Kaskitt)

Summary: Bucky and Zebediah had a fleeting interaction years ago and Zeb has been hung up on the boy ever since. Even with his arrogant and dismissive exterior, Zeb still tries to make a connection.

Warnings: swearing, shitty parenting, physical abuse, emotional abuse, biphobia, talk of abortion, angst, but not completely

Tagging some people I know wanted to read: @btrmuffins @lykenbcrn @diagnosed-crazy

Let me know if you want to be tagged

Bucky was exhausted. He had taken a beating when his mother found out about the B he had gotten on his calculus test. How did he manage to fuck up so badly? He had been doing so well. He was getting perfect grades. He kept the house clean and had been preparing meals. He hadn't earned a punishment in days.

Bucky came home from school in a good mood. He hadn't gotten into any confrontations. Everything had gone smoothly. His mother sat at the kitchen island, waiting for him. Bucky immediately tensed. He knew he had done something wrong. He could tell by the look on her face. Had he forgotten to do the dishes? Or bring in the mail? He'd brought the laundry downstairs, right?

"Have a seat."

Bucky quickly took a seat on one of the stools. He looked at his feet, eye contact was disrespectful. She took his hand in hers, setting them on the table. She was always so calm when she spoke to him, the opposite of his father.

"I saw your calculus test."

He hadn't even seen that test yet. Obviously he hadn't done well. Calculus was hard and he remembered struggling during that test.

"You got a B? That is unacceptable Bucky. You understand that you need to be taught a lesson right?"

Of course he did. He should've studied harder. He should have put more work in. He should've played closer attention in class. He needed this. He deserved this.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded.

She slammed his hand into the marble three times exactly. He held the tears in. He'd learned not to cry, it only made things worse.

"Now, do your chores and study."

He did the dishes first. There weren't many, only the ones his mother's breakfast this morning. He didn't let himself cry until he was in the basement. He pulled the clothes down that stuck to the bottom of the shoot. As he sorted the whites and brights the tears continued to race down his cheeks. His hand throbbed, he could still move it so it wasn't broken. It was a reminder to do better though. How could he be so stupid? He couldn't even do well on a simple math test. He wasn't good enough for anything.

Later that evening he was studying his calculus, running over and rerunning over the content he wasn't absolutely certain on. He heard his father and mother talking in the room next over. He knew it wouldn't be good. He knew he didn't want to hear it, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Your son got a B on his Calculus test." His mother.

"A B! That boy. When will he learn?" His father's yelling and thundering footsteps.

"I already handled it, dear."

"God, that kid really can't do anything. 'I want a child' you said. How well that turn out? The kid's a fuck up."

"Yes, I know, but what were we supposed to do? Get rid of it? We would be the laughing stock of the town."

Bucky toned them out. He knew his father was right, but it still hurt to hear. He lied there for hours just staring at the ceiling. He passed out sometime in the early hours of the morning.

He woke up tired. Bucky got up at 5:59 am every morning, making sure to shut his alarm off before it could wake his parents. He didn't need to be taught that lesson, especially not today. Today was the first day of cheer. He couldn't afford not to be in good physical health. His parents did love him though. They just had a different way of showing it. They pushed him to be the best be could be. It could've been worse.

On cue he shut the alarm off on his phone and quietly made his way to the bathroom. He had a dull throbbing in his hand. It would have to be covered, along with the dark circles under his eyes. God why was he such a mess all the time?

He took the red lipstick, concealer, and powder that he bought and started to paint his skin back to perfection. That was an awkward trip to the store. Everybody knows him so of course, the cashier gave him the eye. He had claimed it was for his mother. What a good son he was. He shopped for his mother. Nobody could ever find out about what went on in his house. It would be the end of him.

Bucky had to make sure everything was perfect before leaving. Short curls styled, varsity jacket ironed and pressed, teeth sparkling white. He skipped breakfast, hurrying to his vehicle. It was flashy and loud, like him. He had to make it to the school by seven so he could meet Principal Lee and the Aceys for a student council meeting. He walked into the school and greeting the group with his million-dollar smile.

"Zebediah, it's time to get up kiddo!"

Zebediah rolled to check his phone. He groggily wiped the sleep from his eyes. 'CHEER TRYOUTS' shined directly in his face. Of course! Today was cheer tryouts. He hadn't made the cut last year, but he had worked his ass off over the summer to be able to make the squad this year. He quickly got dressed wearing one of his nicest outfits, which to be fair wasn't very nice, but it was what he had. He trotted down the stairs to a cauliflower breakfast.

"Hey, Zeb. You're looking snazzy today."

His dad said, falling into his chair at the table.

"It's cheer tryouts, remember honey? He's trying to impress that boy."

Zeb's pa took his seat beside his dad, handing him the days paper.

"Oh that's right, so we decided on boys now?"

Zebediah shrunk in on himself. He finished his breakfast as quickly as he could before heading outside. Why did they have to do that? Why couldn't they just accept that he liked boys and girls? Out of all people he thought they would understand. But they still loved him. It could've been worse.

Zeb paused in front of Zebina's door, waiting for her to come out. He bounced up and down on his toes, nervousness,, and excitement filling him. Zebina finally ran out the door, ponytail in her mouth as she tried to fix her hair up out of her face.

"Come on Diah, we're going to be late."

Zebina pushed him down the steps and down the street.

"No we're not Bena, it's 7:30."

"Yeah, Diah. We're supposed to be there at 7:30."

She grumbled something and they walked, well Zeb sort of skipped.

"Wanna study after school?"

"Sorry Bena, no can do. I've got cheer tryouts today." He gave a cheeky grin.

"You mean you have to go stare at Bucky today. You how big of an asshole he is right?"

But Zeb wasn't listening, already off in a daydream. Bucky wasn't as bad as everyone said. Okay, maybe he was kind of a dick, but he was pretty. Not that that was important, but it didn't hurt. he had redeeming qualities, and that's what Zeb liked to focus on. He had seen them before.

A couple of years ago Zeb was out after curfew. He had snuck out of Zombietown and into the nicer side of Seabrook. It was beautiful. The colors were stunning, even in the dark everything was so much brighter than Zombietown. Pastels peaked at him, shining brighter in every street light. Zeb could stare forever. Pinks, blues, yellows. They had grass and not just grass; they had flowers. Flowers that bloomed in even more colors than the houses. He could live here. He could find someone and he could be happy. They could buy a little pink house. They could have a dog, and kids. Yeah, he could definitely live here.

The sound of a trashcan hitting the pavement and a yelp drew his attention to a nearby alley and a figure laying on the ground in it. Zeb debated making a run for it but that stupid little angel on his shoulder made him check to see if the person was okay. He pulled his hood to cover more of his face before making his way over.

The person, who, now, clearly was a boy, sat on his knees, staring at the pavement. Zebediah held out his hand. The boy stared it before slowly taking it. He went to look Zeb in the eyes but Zeb hid his face. This, of course, didn't stop him from seeing the tears that stained his cheeks and the ones that still threatened to fall. A bruise was forming on his face, he assumed from the fall.

"Are you okay?"

"Please, don't tell anybody."

Zeb could barely get out his sentence before the boy blurted it out. He sounded so desperate, a sob hidden in his sentence.

"As long as you don't tell anybody."

Again, his little chuckle was interrupted by the grief in his voice.

"Yes, yeah, of course. Anything."

The two stood in a long silence, neither moving to leave.

"I have to go," Zeb finally spoke. "But you should get yourself fixed up."

"Thank you."

Zebediah could not stop thinking about that night. He couldn't get the boy's face out of his head. And when he was finally allowed to go to school with people. He was elated. Maybe he'd see him again. He wasn't expecting to see his face plastered all over the school. Bucky. Bucky Buchanan. He liked it. He thought maybe Bucky would've been that quiet kid in the back of the class. Not the most popular kid in the school. And certainly not the one leading the raid against zombies.

It definitely was a blow that Bucky wouldn't give him the time of day, or that he didn't remember him. To be fair, he hadn't given him much to remember. Zeb still clung onto that exchange. He was a better person than he was acting like. If he would just show it. Oh, how he wished he could be the one to bring that out in him.

When he learned that zombies could be on the cheer squad last year he was elated. That was another chance to get close to Bucky. That split second when Bucky looked him in the eye as he ripped up his number card in half was heaven. Zebediah swears up and down that there was a soft in his face. Zebina calls bullshit. This year he was almost positive he was going to make the squad this year. He had been working hard over the summer and this year Addison was the cheer captain. Addison was way more lenient than Bucky.

"Hey jackass, are you listening to me?"

Zeb blinked back into his surroundings.

"What? Yeah."

"What did I say then?"

"You were stressing out for no reason over the psychology test that you are undoubtedly going to ace."

"Lucky guess." Bina gave him a look.

They were at school already. You know what they say. Time flies when you're daydreaming about a ten-minute interaction that happened years ago. It was fifteen till eight, which meant that Bucky and the Aceys would be going in to sit at their table soon.

"I want breakfast."

Zeb immediately beelined for the cafeteria, already forgetting his promise of eating. He found the table they always sat at. It had a perfect inconspicuous viewing spot. Bucky also had to walk by it on his way. God, what was taking Bina so long? She had to sit down before they walked by or else Bucky would think he was a loser with no friends.

Zebina sat down next to him starting to eat her food before Zebediah knocked the breakfast sandwich out of her hands.

"Hey Bucky. Hope your first day of cheer season goes well."

The four didn't acknowledge the comment and proceeded to sit at their table, engaged in their own conversation.

"I think he smiled."

Zeb sighed, leaning his head into his hand. His eyes never wavered from their target.

"I think you're delusional."

Bina could say what she wanted but Zeb knew what he saw. Bucky smiled at him. Today was going to be a good day. He knew it.

Zebediah only had one class with Bucky: psychology, which he also shared with Zebina. Zebina and Bucky were all in the smart people classes. Of course, Zeb was doing terrible in that class, never actually paying attention to what was being said. He always tried but he just always got distracted. Today was no different. He set out his notebook and pencil, ready for a full forty minutes of learning. Then Bucky walked in and that idea went out the window. He was so smart, always had the answer. Everything he said was golden.

Zebediah wouldn't say he was obsessed. Zebina would, but Zebediah wouldn't. It's not like he was all he thought about every second of every day. He just couldn't help but think about him when he was in front of him. He just had a demanding presence. He drew eyes to him. He'd answer a question and he'd just speak with such confidence. He'd be able to recite it word for word from the textbook. Bucky always looked so relaxed yet so focused. Zebediah would just glance over for a second and then the bell was ringing.

Lunchtime couldn't come quickly enough. He found Zebina and they hurried to get whatever was being served today and not have to wait in line. That of course, was not the case, and they found themselves at the back of the line. Zebediah was rambling and couldn't help but notice that Zebina was even less engaged than usual. He followed her eye-line to the wolves sitting at a table in the cafeteria.

"So the werewolves huh?"

Zeb asked her as they were being served...food.

"What? No, I just uh..."

Her mouth mimicked a fish as she struggles to come up with an excuse.

"They're really cool. Let's sit by them."

"What? No!"

But Zeb was already walking toward their table, waving.

"Hey. I'm Zebediah. This is my friend Zebina. Can we sit here?"

Zebina was mortified, and completely awestruck at how he could just talk to them and be so normal about it. The wolves were so badass. They looked a little skeptical but eventually nodded. They introduced themselves and the group actually found conversation quickly. They were laughing and enjoying themselves. Zeb hadn't looked at Bucky once and Zebina hadn't taken out a single piece of homework. The bell rang and they were actually disappointed.

The rest of the day went by ridiculously slowly. Zeb was constantly checking the clock. He had to make cheer this year. It was his last chance to actually get close to Bucky. They'd graduate and he would go off to do great things while Zeb was stuck in Zombietown.

Zebediah wasn't exactly shining star material. He didn't have 100s in every class like Zebina. He wasn't a cheer rockstar like Bucky. He wasn't a football star like Zed Necrodopolis, or a computer whiz like Eliza Zambie, or an art prodigy like Bonzo whatever his last name was. He was just average. Nope. He was not going into that. The bell of his last class finally rang and you'd think that Zeb was practicing for track with how quick he raced out of the classroom. He was actually so fast he was the first one in the gym. He was going to get this. He had to get this.

Part Two

#if only you knew you'd hate me #chapter one #disney channel original movie #disneys zombies #disney #disney zombies #z o m b i e s #z-o-m-b-i-e-s #bucky buchanan #bucky zombies #tw: swearing #tw: abuse #tw: mention of abortion #tw: biphobia

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slasherscream · 5 years

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poly billy and stu celebrating holidays with their s/o?? from birthdays (theirs) valentine's day, christmas, etc love your blog sm!! it's my favourite 🤩🤩

A/N: anon this is such a cute idea thank you for sending it in.

billy loomis x reader x stu macher

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Let’s start with the top’s birthday. So Billy? He is an iconic mix of bitch and bastard. Meaning that he is absolutely pretending to hate his birthday. Or at least is exaggerating on the point of how much he wants “everyone” to forget about it. Because … and I mean this ….god help you if Stu and you ever forget or listen to him when he says “don’t do anything”. It would be a fucking nightmare of which you would never wake if you both did this.

Luckily Stu already made this mistake one year before y'all were all together and he knows. The first year you’re together Billy is going through his regular shtick of bullshit. You pull Stu aside privately later and ask, “so are we doing anything for his birthday or are we listening to Billy.”

Stu gets….the most distant far-off look in his eyes. Like he’s a man that’s come back from war and just got drafted again. He’s never grabbed your shoulders harsher, “We have to do something he’s lying.“

So you do something. The good part about Billy’s birthday is he’s actually not hard to please. Start the day off right with an acknowledgement. So you do a movie night the day before. This way when midnight hits you can pause Halloween and he will almost start yelling at you before you guys whip out obnoxious colored party-horns and start trying to blow them to the beat of Happy Birthday. He is rolling his eyes but deeply pleased as he was already contemplating ….revenge of some sort at 11:55 (please god make Billy chill out for one day).

He is not lying about not wanting anything big though. He really only wants to celebrate with you and Stu. Don’t throw him a party. He won’t be mad per-say but he won’t be like pumped or anything. Will end the party early or will make you and Stu sneak off with him. This is #His Day and the focus will be #On Him.

His Mom used to make him a cake every year and Stu, as his life-long best friend (and now boyfriend), totally remembers the tradition. He's just not capable of baking or cooking. But he tells you and hopes you can do it and you can (if you're bad at baking too let's just imagine with you and Stu both working hard you can...achieve....something). Surprising Billy with the cake would make him feel #Soft.

Honestly he's spending the whole day acting tough and pretending he barely wants to do anything but?? He loves it and loves that you're both 100% focused on him and making him happy. He's just a brat. But ignore him while he's scoffing about you guys both kissing his cheeks at the same time he's having the time of his life. He just wants to cuddle and watch movies and for no one to go anywhere.

If you want to go Big for Him one year or something the best thing you could do is put Rich Boy Stu's money to good use and get him autographed shit from Horror Icons. Or original props from movies. He'll lose his fuCKING MIND. Finally breaks his lame "cool guy" act for 0.5 seconds.

Stu doesn't play hard to get and he doesn't play mind-games (with you and Billy, that is). Y'all know damn well he wants a big fuss made about his special day. He also wants a big party. It's super easy to make him happy on his birthday if you just remember that unlike Billy he wants this to be as over the top as fucking possible.

Wake him up with breakfast in bed screaming happy birthday at the top of your lungs and he jumps up like a kid on Christmas Morning. Yes....this is #His Day....pay attention to HIM.

Give him lots of presents! He's easy to buy for! New clothes. Stupid jewelry. Horror shit. New voice changer box. He just likes receiving gifts. They don't have to be expensive ...just have him open a lot of packages and he'll love it.

Do a surprise birthday party. It's not a surprise in any way at all but watching his face light up when he walks into his fucking house at the end of the day and half the highschool pops out like "surprise!!" is so fucking worth all the hassle that you and Billy have to smile at each other.

Billy has thrown him parties before but they're more of just...huge get-together’s. Like highschool(TM) parties where you're too cool to decorate. You? Not a pussy. You deck out the whole house and Stu loses his fucking mind. Knows you are the cause of this and kisses the shit out of you. Dips you and everything. Billy is protesting because, "Hey I blew up half these fucking balloons" ...don't be a piss baby it'll be your turn in like thirty seconds.

Fourth of July?? Stu has the most illegal fireworks he could get his hands on so they’re. …. pretty illegal. They’re the asshole neighbors that set them off like weeks before the 4th and if you weren't fucking them you'd want their heads on a platter. As is? Eh.....you're fucking them so I guess this is the neighbor's problems- They always forgive because Stu's family throws the greatest fucking barbecues day of.

St. Patrick's Day? Time to get fucking WASTED. You are wearing green aggressively because the one year you didn't Stu pinched your ass all day long. Even Billy joined in when he saw how feisty and annoyed it was making you. Stu is still doing it but you...tried at least, RIP. It's the tradition now.

Valentine's Day?? billy vc: love is a neurochemical con job. But don't worry Stu will not allow him to be a bastard about the day because he's affectionate and loving. Stu knows how to celebrate the day perfectly. This is his time to shine! The Most Obnoxious Boyfriend. Everyone else is jealous. Flowers? Delivered in the middle of class. Huge chocolate box that is also #Expensive? Have fun putting that in your locker (he's sweet so he's actually gonna put it in his car for you once you've had a few)! Would pay the Band Kids to Follow Billy and s/o around MOSTLY to annoy Billy but also to be cute. They're playing the fucking .... they're playing this. Billy is so angry but..... like.... his inner possessive loves being made a fuss over publicly so whatever. Maybe he won't kill the band kids for this. You're not an ungrateful cretin so you clap and laugh.

Billy does get Stu a gift ...something not really...Valentine's Day-esque but something he'll like. Like a horror-themed bong (i'm so sorry y'all this man obviously is smoking weed). You wrap it in pink, heart themed paper for him which he didn't know you were going to do and he is going to get you for that ...later...in the bedroom. But Stu loved it so whatever.

You? At the exact same time you and Stu present each other teddy bears. His teddy for you? Cute and fucking...Huge. Yours?? Fucking horror themed.. made to be gore-y and bloody looking. He gasps, obviously touched, "Babe!". Gonna get made out with so hard.... How are you so cute and funny? He loves you!! It sits proudly on his dresser.

What do you get Billy?? He really does dislike the Holiday because he thinks people who use this as the day to show they half-ass care about their s/o one day a year deserve death and despair. He will give them that death and despair. So what to give him then?

Stu pretended to be too busy planning for Valentine's Day to plan any murders with him which pissed Billy off even more the week prior. He was busy planning Valentine's Day. He was planning the Normal one they'd have with you and the more private, bloody one they'd have later that night killing couples together. Icing on cake? You pitched in by helping Stu plan it and by picking out new knives for them to use during. They're #Pink in a way that is obnoxious but the quality is amazing and you say, "it's your Valentine's Day knives!!! Just to use on Valentine's every year. Do you like them?" billy choked up: it's fucking .... alright

Got em'! The only way you can make the night better is letting Stu and Billy have sex with you when they get home. They're high off the kill rush and Billy is pleasantly-surprised that Stu did a really good job of planning everything alone. They're covered in blood and feeling love-dovey. Let's all do heavy eye-contact missionary tonight

April Fools is a mess and it leaves all of y'all mad at each other for a solid fucking week. Everybody gets got. Nobody can trust one another. Nobody should.

Thanksgiving is not a happy time for Billy. He doesn't like spending it with his Dad because while he's ...so good at misdirecting or #Avoiding Things He Doesn't Want To Deal With it gets very hard at this time of year to not get mad at his Dad. He's for some reason never going to hurt his Dad who he could easily blame for his Mom leaving?? But he won't. Though he's very angry during this time of the year. His Dad will try to do anything and he just shuts himself in his room. Doesn't even wanna go to Stu's house or your house. It would just make him feel .... weird, upset, like he's intruding... jealous, even. It's kinda sad. He won't even pick up your calls that day. You and Stu don't even have to sneak into the house. Billy's Dad quietly let's you in and you go upstairs and just hold him together. It's a solemn holiday because it's like the start of reminding Billy about his Mother abandoning him.

Christmas goes kinda the same way tbh but he's ....trying to make an effort to not be as big of a bummer since Christmas is a little more significant than Thanksgiving. He knows you and Stu actually enjoy the holiday season. He tries to distance himself in general during this time because he just doesn't know how to be anything else. It's actually kinda sad because most of Billy's emotions if they're negative wind up manifesting as anger but he's genuinely depressed as shit.

Things are different when you all move in together because now he's also not trying to spend the holidays with the literal reminder of why his life sucks (his cheating ass daddy). Plus you and Stu are determined to give him new Holiday experiences to replace the ones that make him feel so shitty with nostalgia. He's grumpy the first Christmas you guys spend together after you're living alone but not angry the way he's been at Christmas times' past. Improvement.

The Christmas after that? Doesn't cringe once seasonal music starts playing in stores. Ghostface killings get a little less violent and frequent (he's not using them to cope as soon as it gets cold). Getting better. The Christmas after that?? You can get him to help you decorate. He helps you and Stu with the tree. He makes cookies with you. You watch horror themed Christmas movies and some regular ones (you cannot be a movie tyrant during the holidays, billy-). Christmas after that? You all send out a "family" Christmas card. You and Stu are in ridiculous sweaters and Billy is in one of solid red but he's wearing a Santa hat. His arms are crossed but there's the slightest smile on his face. You each have an arm around him. You all look happy together.

Now ..... for the big one: Halloween. Thought I skipped it? Hah! Best for last. This is their happiest time of year. They are so ready for this shit you have no idea. It's disgusting how ready they are. It turns October and Stu drops this video in your three person chat. Billy replies with a devil emoji. Disgusting?? You know you're in for a chore of keeping them in line for a whole fucking month. They will be doing MISCHIEF. They will be doing SHENANIGANS. Both MURDER and OTHERWISE. They're teepeeing houses. Cars. They're stealing candy from kids like dicks probably. Or laughing at people who are doing this. They keep the kills to Halloween night though. A whole month of just planning so they can do something big and terrible. You have to be looking after them extra during this time because they're so excited they are ...not ...doing that. you: you guys please drink some water i haven't seen you move in hours billy and stu: billy: holy shit it's been- stu: babe please make us something to eat we haven't had anything since yesterday :((((

Fucking dumb idiot disease. If you're living together?? God help you, you used to only have to see them get hype as fuck. Now? You must experience it 24/7. Halloween prep starts emotionally? Once summer ends. They want to deck out the house to the nines and you’re just gonna have to piss now staring at/being aware of the over-sized plastic spider Stu put on the back of the toilet.

Everything is spooky. Cobwebs everywhere. Black! Orange! Pumpkins! Outside decorations that are actually scary as shit. They're the haunted house on the street that gets #Talked About. They're gonna go murder the shit outta people later but early in the night?? The kids that manage to walk up to the house?? Get fucking...the Mother-load of all candy. The brave little bastard dressed as a ballerina-fairy-princess?? Fist-bump. Billy does not much like kids but all the kids who get to his door? You deserve this. Full-sized chocolate bars and bags of candy. Maybe even a dollar or two. Stu is actually great with kids and is the nice one who guesses all of their costumes. Somehow can guess the weird ones accurately?

Once that part of the night is over they go out and just wreak total fucking havoc. Halloween in Woodsboro is a nightmare. They're having fun at least! This is their Christmas and they love it. Babe babe don't wait up. They tell you as if you couldn't fucking guess?? They're not home till the wee hours of the morning and they're dead-exhausted but they had the time of their lives.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #slasher x reader #horror imagine #thaaaank you for the request and the sweet words #stu you motherfucker...to be.....using fireworks in ca but he only has one braincell #y'all: did she leave halloween for last because it's their favorite??#me .....dead ass having forgot the holiday known as halloween while i run a slasher blog: uh....yeah

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Unconventional Family - Chapter 1 - Before

Sumary: "The way Cordelia looked at her made her go weak in the knees. She was about to die, she knew it and Cordelia also knew it. Madison had done a lot of fucked up things through life, most of them involving Cordelia, and yet the woman trusted her. She had no one else, she had no family, all she had was Cordelia and it had been like that for years now."

Disclaimer: You might want to take care while reading this, there is mentions of violence, sexual abuse, drugs and alcohol use, and depression. Please, let me know if there are any grammatical mistake!

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When her mother told her that she was a witch, Madison, at the time with eleven years old, thought that she might had go insane. But then that could explain why she had shut her door closed just imagining it happening during a argument with her mother just two days before.

At age twelve her mother said it was something that ran in her father’s family, apparently she had a cousin that was also a witch, but that lineage was slowly dying since in every generation they had less and less ‘gifted’ womans borning in the family. At age fourteen, this weird woman with a red hair and terrible clothes showed up in her house to tell her about Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies and how she would have a place to stay with people who understood her, somewhere where she could learn and grow her powers.

Her mother told the woman that Madison was going nowhere. At first, Madison was touched by her mothers reaction, because that meant she wanted her daughter to stay around. Her mother was not the most affectionate person in the world, they barely hugged at all, and maybe her mother said ‘I love you’ twice during Madison’s life, but there she was, denying some creepy invitation so her only daughter could stay at home with her. Of course reality slapped Madison in the face only a week later when her mother sent her over 2000 miles away to shoot some teen movie while she took the flight to the opposite direction to spent a few days at Bahamas.

When she was just two months from being sixteen, Madison decided that her mother could not take all decision for her, especially when the girl kept asking her to stop accepting jobs in shitty movies or agree when the directors asked Madison to remove her top. She was done. So Madison used her credit card to buy a ticket to New Orleans, leaving a very angry Ms. Montgomery screaming behind her. Her father, as usual, was nowhere to be seen.

Madison didn’t knew what to expect when she reached the Academy that woman told her about, but for sure it wasn’t an abandonaded place. There was no one around, even the house next door was empty with a big ‘Sale’ sign, and the old sign that read ‘Robichaux’s Academy’ was about to fall. For the first time, Madison wondered if she was insane for doing that. She had a house, a big house, a career, fame, she didn’t need those creepy old ladies to do something with her life.

She was just about to turn around and leave when a black car parked in front of the big white mansion. Madison watched as a woman, around her twenties, blonde with brown eyes and a shy smile stepped outside the car, holding several bags from a supermarket. The woman was talking with a man that was following her with more bags, so she took a while to notice Madison there, but when she did the woman almost dropped the things in her hands.

“Hello?”

Madison had learned a long time ago that friendliness usually took you nowhere. Her mother never talked with her with affection if she wanted Madison to do something and her father’s voice was always filled with boredoom and sarcasm, not to mention the directors and producers always screaming and yelling, so the girl never learned how to act in another way, she didn’t had no one to look at to be nice, nor did she had any reasons to be.

“What is this shit hole? I did not signed up for this.”

The woman arched her eyebrown in shock, turning her head to look at the man behind her for a couple seconds, quietly communicating with him. When she looked at Madison again, she was bitting her lips. “I’m sorry, I think you’re in the wrong place. We’re not expecting anyone. What’s your name, honey?”

Both Madison and the strange man looked at her a little in shock. Madison was not used to people asking who she was. “This place don’t own a fucking TV?”

“Sweetie.” The man moved his bags so he could poke the older blonde in her shoulder. Madison could not hear what he said next, but the woman was even more confused by it, like the girl was from another planet.

That was the first time Madison ever saw Cordelia – and Hank.

Madison only needed two minutes inside the house to realize she was the only one there (“This is very empty for a Academy,” she said). It took her less than thirty seconds to realized Cordelia was not expecting for her and that she had no clue what to do. It was funny for a while, but after her first week there only reading some old books she was done with it.

“Isn’t this place supposed to be a school or something?!” She asked one day during dinner after Cordelia handed her another book – that one was so old that the cover was missing and some bug had eat the first few pages.

Cordelia’s face was red seconds after. Madison rolled her eyes when she saw Hank putting his hand on top of his wife’s to give her some sort of confort. “I... I’m sorry, Madison, but Myrtle didn’t tell me that you would come and I didn’t had nothing ready for you.”

“No shit.” Madison tried to use her power to sent the old book to the garbage, but it fell down midway and she frowned. She was also supposed to be getting better at that. “You better figure it out, Cordy, because I’m not going to read another stupid book.”

And Cordelia did figure it out. Surprisingly. Two days later – if Madison had payed attention she would had realized that Cordelia didn’t slept those nights so she could do some plainning – she woke up Madison before 10am, the normal time for the girl to wake up, and their classes started.

Madison found out that Cordelia couldn’t do many things with her magic, but she also could see how hard the woman was trying so she could help Madison. By the time her birthday came, she was already able to lift more than ten objects at once – she still was working in moving all of them. For her surprise, Cordelia woke her up that morning with a small cake and a gift, along with a huge smile and open arms – she knew Madison was not a big fan of contact, so she let the girl decide if she wanted the hug ot not. For both of their surprise, Madison fell in her arms without hesitate.

The teenager felt... happy, something that she couldn’t remember ever feeling. Cordelia would teach her until noon everyday, so they would have lunch together and eat some ice cream as a deseart, so Madison would have the whole afternoon to train the things her teacher had showed her and read the books that Cordelia insist that she should. Hank would be back from whatever his job was and they would all have dinner together, and Madison would go to her room after that.

Hank was almost never home. He was gone right after breakfast, spent all day out and only returned around dinner. He also traveled a lot, a least twice a month he would be out for the whole weekend or even weeks, but Madison never found out why. She knew it had to do with his job, but Cordelia never said anything to her about it and she never asked.

Once, a few days after her sixteen birthday, he got home surprising Cordelia, who thought he would only be back the next day. Madison was not feeling very well, so she skiped dinner and stayed in her room going throught her social midias and talking with some old friends. When Madison was getting ready for bed, putting on her PJ's that consisted in a small short and nothing else, she sensed someone looking at her, and when she turned around there was Hank, standing outside her room. He started to walk away the second he realized she had spotted him, but Madison could see that he was talking on the phone.

The next morning he found her in the kitchen, waiting for Cordelia to get there so they could start breakfest.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I wasn't spying on you last night." He said and the blush on his face almost made Madison believe in him. "My phone rangged and I picked it up and got stuck there. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to look or anything."

Madison always had the power to smell bullshit from far. She could sense that he was only parcially telling the truth, she just wasn't sure about what he was lying. She decided to sleep with a shirt from that day on.

"I did it!" Madison was jumping up and down in her excitment, a large smile spread all over her face, her hands in fists that she was bumping in the air.

"What? That was your first try!" Cordelia was also smiling, a proud look all over her face when she rested her hand in Madison's lower back. "Can you do that again?"

Madison closed her eyes to concentrate enought to make the table and the chairs all move to the ceiling (her teacher wanted her to make it cross the room, but she thought it was lame). She felt the well-know feeling of her Magic running through her body and into the tip of her fingers and she knew that yes, she could do that again. The girl opened her eyes in time to see the table hit the ceiling softly, so she held it there for a while until Cordelia would be satisfied by it - or impressed. The older blonde started to clap, a happy laugh leaving her while she watched her student - her only student - perform that spell so easily.

"That's amazing, Maddie!"

Cordelia was not the first one to call her like that, but she was the first one who ever said it with such a happy look on her face, pulling Madison in her arms to give her a hug and kiss the top of her head. The former actress still acted like she hated those moments of affection, so she rolled her eyes and tried to push the woman away, even if her hand barely touched her shoulder and that both knew she was also happy.

"What about we celebrate with ice cream?" Cordelia asked when she pulled away.

Madison arched her eyebrowns in surprise. "It's not four yet, I have to pratice."

The teacher waved her hand to scoff that. "You can do that tomorrow, right now we're going to celebrate the perfect execution of your power in the first try. Come on, we can go to the shop in the corner."

"Mother, I know you can't actually do it, but can you please be nice? Madison is our only student and she's a good girl and an amazing witch, if you..."

"I'm sorry, Cordelia, did I ever gave you the impression that I care?" Madison could only hear Fiona's voice, but she already disliked her. She wasn't talking with Cordelia in a nice way, in fact, she sounded exactly like Madison's mom.

"Who are you?" Madison asked as soon as she entered the kitchen. Cordelia had said that her mother would appear in the house later that month, but Madison still had an attitude.

The woman, who had a cigarette in her mouth, let go a deep laugh, mocking Madison while blowing the smoke away. "Who are you, little failed project?"

"Mother." Cordelia warned, walking towards Madison to put one hand on her shoulder. "This is Madison. Madison, that's my mother, Fiona."

Madison was only sixteen, but she was no fool anymore. She could see how tense Cordelia was and how Fiona had an aura of power around her that made the girl feel unconfortable under her gaze. "I have to apologize, I suppose, for leaving you here with my incompetent daughter, but I have more important things to do. As the Supreme I can't sit around and..."

"What's a Supreme?" Madison had read many books about magic, but none of them talked about that. In fact, many books never talked about any history around magic, only spells and potions, and she wondered if Cordelia had choose those ones specifically for her.

Fiona could only roll her eyes, clearly unsatisfied by everything. "What are you teaching to this girl, Cordelia? How to sew and marry unfitting man? Does she even know how to clean her own ass?"

"Mother, let's just..."

"A Supreme..." Fiona started, lighting another cigarette in the process. "Is the most powerful witch in the world."

When Fiona was done talking, Madison was facinated by the idea of it. Of the Supreme. A woman so powerful that could trick death. When Madison stoped talking with Cordelia a few months later, she replaced her mentor with Fiona and the Supreme started to be who she was looking up to.

Madison kept pushing the shopping cart behind Cordelia, sighing at every minute or so to make her point. She was bored. Grocery's stores weren't made to be fun, but that lame song was making it ten times worse, not to mention how slow the older woman was moving, taking her time to read every label she came across. Who needs to read the milk label, really?

Madison wished she had anything else to do, but her other option was to stay home alone, and to be honest she didn't thought grocery shopping would be that bad. So yeah, the only choice she had was to follow Cordelia throught the aisles, fighting the urgence to hit someone with the cart - specially that kid who pointed at her and screamed for no reason at all.

"Madison, can you grab the noodles? Choose whatever you want."

She almost asked who was going to cook those. When Hank decided that he wanted to cook, Madison would spent days living on cookies, because it always tasted like crap. It would be a wast to let him ruin a good noodle. Sighing one more time, Madison walked to the shelf and took three packages out of it. Cordelia kept walking and reading the flour label, turning to the next aisle after looking over her shoulder to see if the younger girl was still behind her.

They entered the good part, Madison thought. Chocolates, cookies, biscuits and chips, all the good stuff. But, of course, Cordelia walked fast to get out of there and reach the yogurts in the end. With an eye roll, Madison followed her again, only to stop suddenly just before her cart hit Cordelia.

"Do you want a chocolate?"

Her mother never let her eat any of those things. She had to keep her shape to get new parts, so anything delicious was forbidden in her house since she could remember.

"Sure." She shrugged. It's not like Madison never ate chocolate, because she had, but she never did it enough to have a favorite one, so she just turned so she was facing the shelf and the inumerous options and kept staring at it for a while.

"It's okay, you can have more than one." Cordelia giggled, thinking that was the reason why the girl hadn't moved yet.

Madison, without noticing, bitten her bottom lip, considering the differente packages and colours. "Which one do you like?"

"Oh, don't worry about me! I will eat whatever we have, if I ever eat anyway."

Not helping. The former actress frowned, finally moving to take one of the chocolates in her hand. She couldn't believe she was about to do that, since she was mocking it non stop since she stepped in the supermarket, but Madison turned the pack around so she could read the label.

"Madison, I don't want to offend you or anything, but... you look like you're holding a bomb." Cordelia tried to laugh to light the mood, but Madison's blush made her reconsider how to approach the situation. "You don't know which one you want?" She offered.

Madison opened her mouth, but quickly shut it again, before rolling her eyes. "You could say that."

"Ok." Cordelia stoped by her side, took a deep breath and said: "Don't tell Hank, this is his credit card." Before starting to grab all the different chocolate bars to put in the cart.

Madison only watched while her teacher took enough chocolate from the shelf to feed an army. "What are you doing?"

"We have a girls night tomorrow." Cordelia had a gentle smile when she looked back at Madison, throwing the last chocolate on top of the big pile. "We will find out what is your favorite chocolate."

She knew, Madison realized. She just knew, like most things, Cordelia just knew. The younger girl smiled when her teacher and her started to walk side by side to reach the yogurts.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"I thought Hank would be back by now." Madison never gave much thought about her teacher's husband. He didn't seemed a nice guy, he also didn't looked so bad, but Madison always felt like something was wrong with him.

Cordelia shruged. "He is, but I thought we could have a girls night."

If Madison thought it was weird, she didn't mention it. But yet, she totally did. "You want to have a girls night with a teenager?" The girl arched her eyebrown. "How old are you anyway? And should I call the cops?"

"Ha-ha-ha, Madison, you're so funny, I can't believe it." Cordelia rolled her eyes. "For your information, I'm 28, no cops needed, and yes, a girls night will be fun. We can watch a movie."

"Why?" Madison was looking at the woman over her book, a little frown on her face like she couldn't see the point in doing what Cordelia was suggesting.

"Because we have cable TV and free time." Cordeloa mocked. "What? You never had a girls night before?"

Madison decided not to answer with the truth. "No." She had planty of them, usually with the friends she met in the sets or auditions, but all of them were only around because they wanted Madison's fame to splash a little on them too. Madison knew that and they knew she knew that, so all they did was exercise their acting abilities pretending to like each other.

"Get ready then. I will make us some popcorn and you can choose the movie."

And boy, did Madison made Cordelia regret her decision a few minutes later when she chose Friday 13th as their movie.

"What are we doing today?"

"Actually..." Cordelia got up from her chair to walk to the sink and clean her mug. "I have to go to the mall. Christmas is coming and we need a new fairy light."

"Oh." Madison frowned. In the months she was living in the Academy, Cordelia never let her alone to study on her own, and she definitelly wasn't going to do that if nobody was watching. "Okay, are you giving me another book?"

"No, no." The woman turned around shaking her head. "I mean, if you want, you can go with me. We can leave around 10am and have lunch there, I think I can use this time to search for some gifts too."

"You're not making me go to the Gap, are you?"

Cordelia giggled. "I was thinking about getting you something from there."

"You wouldn't dream about it, bitch."

That Christmas, Madison received a card from her parents - it wasn't even from them, one of Madison's aunts wrote and sent it for all of them. She refused Cordelia's idea to go home for the Holiday and spent the Christmas with Hank and her teacher at the Academy. For her surprise, she did received a shirt that said GAP in it, but Cordelia was only making fun of her and they did share a laugh on her reaction.

Cordelia gave her a nice pingent for her to add in her wistband. A small cauldron.

"Are you busy?"

Cordelia was looking at some papers, there was a big pile of them on the table and much more in a huge garbage bag by her feet, she was wearing her glasses and bitting her bottom lip while deciding which ones she had to keep. As soon as she heard Madison, she looked up and smiled. "Just cleaning the room."

"Why?" Madison walked in to look around.

"Someone has to." The woman laughed and took her glasses off. "I'm thinking about making this room my office. You know, some formal place to keep papers and stuff. Myrtle said it used to be the principal's office back in her days and I don't think Fiona ever took care of the paperwork in here, so I have to do it before decorating. But that dosen't mater now, what do you need?"

The younger blonde shrugged. "I was just wondering if you could help me with something."

"What is it?"

"I'm trying to learn transmutation."

"Oh." Cordelia seemed surprised by it, she clearly had no idea Madison was interested in that. "Well, Maddie, you know that most witches can only perform one power or two. Do you think that transmutation might..."

She didn't finished talking since Madison interrupted her with a grin. "I'm sure I can do it, I just not sure how. Maybe you have a book that I can find the informations I want?"

"Transmutation is a very dangerous thing to do, Maddie."

"I could figure that out." She rolled her eyes to tease the woman.

Cordelia sighed, taking her time to answer the girl. "I don't want you to try on your own, okay?" She finally said, already getting up to walk to her room and grab a book she thought might help. "You can read all you want, but you will only try anything if I'm there, got it?"

"Well, you're not my boss." Madison joked, hidding her smile on Cordelia's back. "I promisse I will be a good girl."

"Ha-ha very funny. I'm serious." Cordelia went inside her room, leaving the door open so Madison could follow her, but the girl only stayed by the door, looking around in curiosity for a few seconds. "I don't want you to get hurt doing something you weren't ready to, so you will read it and re-read it five times before you come talk to me so we can figure it out."

Madison usually forgets that Cordelia didn't had a power of her own. The woman always seemed so smart, like she knew everything about magic and how to use it, that it was easy to forget she could only mix some potions here and there. So of course they would have to figure it out, because Cordelia herself didn't knew how to do it.

"I will read it once." Madison rolled her eyes. "And go talk to you."

Cordelia walked back at her, a old black book in her hands. Madison strached her arm to reach it, but Cordelia pulled it away before she could. "I have a deal."

The former actress moaned in despair with the new information. "Come on, Cordelia, I'm not going to be nicer with the new neighbors, don't ask me that shit."

"That wasn't it, but it could be." Cordelia raised her eyebrowns. "If you're going to try to learn new things, you will have to learn potions too."

"That's so boring, I'm not going to do that."

"All types of magic are important, Madison. Take it or leave it."

They stared at each other for a while, until Madison rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, but if that shit get too boring, I'm walking away."

Madison saw Myrtle before, when the woman showed up in her house to invite her to attend Robichaux's Academy, but nothing had prepared Madison to see her again. Her hair was even more red, her clothes brighter and senseless, and she was talking non stop about a purse she saw in Paris, while Cordelia served them some tea.

"It was gorgeous, Little Bird, I'm telling you. I regret not getting it the moment I saw it and I will never forgive Madonna for stealing it from me."

Cordelia giggled, sitting down in the chair next to Madison so they would both be facing Myrtle. "She didn't steal it from you, Myrtle."

The old woman sighed heavly. "Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that I will never found something so perfect like that purse."

Looking at the woman's fashion option, Madison was sure it was something so idious that it would make people burn their eyes out, but Cordelia was laughing and the woman hand't said anything bad at Madison, so she was going to keep her opinion to herself.

"I'm happy to see you accepted our invitation, Ms. Montgomery." Myrtle said after the tea was finished and she was done mourning for the purse.

"You just forgot to tell me I would be the only one here." Madison wasn't mad about it, not anymore, but the woman did made it sound like it was a big ass famous Academy and turns out Madison was the only one there for God knows how long.

Myrtle waved her hand to dismiss the comment. "Cordelia is an amazing tutor, I can already see it. How is your magic going?"

The next time she saw Myrtle, the woman was carrying a very angry Queenie inside the living room. The next time, there was a smiling and curious Nan. She started to hate Myrtle shortly after.

Myrtle and Madison always had a fun relationship. They kinda of hated each other, so their talks were always filled with sarcasm, but in some level they also respected each other. It was different with Fiona, because Madison wanted to be her, or be powerful as her, or even with any of the other girls, who Madison was always forced to interact with. They shared a mutual respect because of Cordelia.

Before Madison lost her shit, she was one of Cordelia’s favorite person in the world, probably only behind Myrtle (if Hank would at least try, he might be on top), and both knew that. So even if they couldn’t stand to look at each other’s face, they still respected the other’s presence and that was the craziest equilibrium ever.

“See, it’s not hard.” Cordelia cooed with a grin, squeezing Madison’s shoulder with affection. “I told you, you could do it.”

Even if she was feeling proud inside, Madison still rolled her eyes. She had just managed to do her first potion successfully. It wasn’t easy as telekinesis, she failed in the first five she made, but she finally did one right. “Yes, well, all I had to do was read this.” She pointed at the notebook filled with notes from Cordelia.

“Is more than that.” Cordelia said fondly. “You need to use your magic too. You have to find it inside you.”

“I think I get it.” Madison shook her head. “Can I try transmutation now?”

Her teacher laughed, closing her notebook. “You can, after we have lunch.”

"What you wanted to do when you were younger?" Madison took a sip from her soda, watching with curious eyes while Cordelia finished setting the telescope in the roof.

"What do you mean? I'm still young." The woman joked, looking over her shoulder to throw a smile at the other blonde.

Madison rolled her eyes, pulling the popcorn closer to her body. "You just lost the right to eat."

"Oh, no, no, no. I'm older than you, I say who will eat."

"So now you're old?" Madison mocked back.

Cordelia laughed. "Older, not old." She corrected, finally taking a step from the telescope. "There, now we just have to wait."

Cordelia heard about a falling star crossing the sky that night and she took the oportunity to teach astronomy to her student. Madison was surprised to find that when you add magic to it, astronomy was actually interesting, so her teacher found a place were she could borrow a telescope for the night, asked Madison to grab blankets and something to eat, and set their spot in the roof.

"Anyway, I wanted to be a teacher." Cordelia shrugged, sitting by the girl's side.

"So... exactly what you're doing now?"

The older woman laughed at the surprise in Madison's voice, poking her arm. "Yes. I knew I would end up being a teacher at the Academy since a very young age. Myrtle trainned me for it since I learned how to speak."

"You never thought about doing anything else?" Madison put the bowl between them to hug her legs closer to her chest, frowning.

Cordelia considered the question for a while, thinking about her answer. "Well, I did wondered if I could be something else at some point, but I always ended up with being a teacher. Even if I did it without magic, I would still end up in a classroom. Maybe, huge maybe, a scientist of sorts. Why?"

"Just wondering." Madison was wondering a lot. In the last few days, all she was doing was think was about that.

She could still be an actress, she just had to call to the right persons, maybe do some favours, and she would be right back - she had the looks, it wouldn't be hard. But she didn't knew if that was the thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Those months living away from all of it, in peace at the Academy, with no reporters and directors screaming at her, felt like paradise. Her mothet never invested much in her education, neither did her if she was being honest, so Madison really had no clue what was there outside for her aside from acting, something she did since she could remember..

"What do you want to be?" Cordelia asked softly, feeling how nervous the girl had gotten suddenly. "You like being an actress?"

"Yes, it's fun. I gain a lot of presents and attention, and the money is wonderful. And I'm good at it." Madison sighed, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She didn't ate it, she just stared at it for a while. "Is the only thing I know how to do." Her voice was only a whisper, but Cordelia heard her perfectly in the quiet night.

"That's not true. I'm sure you can do a lot of things."

"I don't understand math, I hate history and I don't give a shit about science, so no, acting is the only thing I know."

Cordelia sighed. She leaned closer, gently taking Madison's hands in hers. She guided her hand back to the bowl, encouraging her to drop the popcorn she had grabbed. Madison did it, blushing a little. "You're very smart, Madison. You know everything, you just have to push it a little harder to remember. You can be anything you want. A doctor, a lawyer, engineer, even a singer, if you even want to change the scenario." Madison smiled a little to it. "I'm serious when I say this, Maddie. You are a strong and smart girl and you can be anything you want, you can do anything you want. And if you ever want my help, I'm here. I will search a tutor if you want, buy you some math books," they both made a face to that. "Or help you fill up some college applications. Whatever you need." Cordelia smiled, squeezing her hands. "But I think you're more than capable to do it by yourself."

Madison didn't answered, she couldn't. She felt like a ping pong ball was stuck in her throat and her eyes burned with tears, and she didn’t felt like crying right there. Instead, she looked foward, to the night sky, feeling a peace inside of her that she never felt before. Just when Cordelia was about to talk again, Madison frowned and bit her bottom lip to hold a laugh.

"The star just passed, didn't it?" Cordelia asked, already sighing.

"Yep."

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editorialsonlife · 6 years

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Big brain dump

Scroll past coz this isn’t going to be fun. I have literally set the mood for this. Emo music is on. Curtains are shut. Candles are going. Word vomit commence. Yeah, I’m feeling a little dramatic at the moment. SO BE IT.

ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW

I am tired. I’ve had a low grade headache for weeks now. I need a massage but can’t afford one.

Finances.

Immediate. I’m in debt again. My credit card is sitting at about $700. I owe Dave 3000. I don’t have enough to buy new make up or get my hair done so those will be going on the credit card as well to be paid off later on. I never feel like I have enough money for everything I need to pay for. All our insurance premiums are due again and I don’t think we’ve got enough money to cover them all which is shit and the flat account has kind of been tapped out and although we’ve got the $20k revolving credit I don’t wanna tap into that.

I’m meant to be going to fieldays which will be fun but again, $0 budgeted for that so that’s going on the credit card and being on the float just sucks.At least we’re not paying for accommodation (thank u friends) but food and petrol etc still need to be paid for. I need some winter clothes as well coz I’m too fat for my old ones. I’m terrified I’m going to need a full medical again because it’s only going to make our insurance premiums higher again uuuggggggh. money.

Longer term, I don’t know how the F we’re going to afford a wedding in 2 years and kids in 5. Like, I actually just don’t know how to do it and like rationally I know what I need to change because it’s not like we’re destitute but also spending money is probably the only coping mechanism keeping me together right now and thats a bitch so I don’t know how that’s going to change.

Weight.

Fuck I’m fat at the moment. I’m still 100kgs despite working out consistently for the last few months so that’s really shit and Dave’s all I’VE LOST 7KGS and like, congrats bro but that’s unhelpful here. and I’m 100% sure that this lack of weight loss is down to stress and hormones and shit things that like, having your life under control will resolve but that’s clearly not fucking happening right now and I don’t know how to switch out of it and get my brain back to normal. How the fuck I managed to live like this for 2 years in a row is beyond me. I don’t want to get married being all fat and flabby and gross because I just feel uuughgggghhh and it’s unpleasant.

Health.

Not unrelated to weight but bigger picture. I’m over having sore feet and a tight chest because sleeping on my side is clearly bad for my posture and my neck and shoulders are so tight because I’m so wound up all the time. Unhealthy. Need to go and see a naturopath to get some additional support but can I afford that? no. need to go and see someone to talk to about all of this and can’t afford that either so that’s really unhelpful. I’ve been having random chest pains which I’m90% sure is related to the whole side sleeping/very tight shoulders scenario so I hope that’s all it is. at least when I got all my tests done back in feb? march? they were all clear and happy so there shouldn’t be anything major going on which is a relief.

Also have yet to get my flu jab so that’s a bit of a fail.

Let’s all have a moment in the middle of this to appreciate bon iver because FAB MUSIC

Weddings/marriage/relationships/wedding planning

wow. there’s a lot tied up under this heading. See also health/weight/finances in terms of affording it. but like, in a wider sense, at least I’ve figured out that I want an overseas wedding because then I’ll be on holiday and relaxed and feeling like my best self when it happens. I’m so over Dave’s parents telling us we can’t go overseas because it’s unfair on people and we shouldn’t impose on them like that and like, for sure, fine, but also it’s the only way we’re going to cull the guest list and also ITS OUR FUCKING WEDDING. This is why I’m not taking any money from them for it because it’s just ridiculous and I am not giving them the slightest bit of control over it at all. so there’s that side of it.

Money wise, I don’t know how to pay for it. We want to extend the house and redo the kitchen and bathroom etc, and that’s basically the cost of the wedding. and I know it doesn’t need to be a big one and we don’t need to spend a bunch of money on it but ya know what? I love my friends and I want to have a fab day and I want it to be special and funnily enough that costs money. So be it.

in terms of marriage overall, turns out I may have some left over feelings from the parents splitting up. and what it actually means to be married. and do I even want to be married and is this even the right thing for me? I’m so over being told that Dave and I are the perfect couple and just being under so much pressure from everyone. Like, what if it doesn’t work out? what then? stop telling us we’ll never be happy unless we’re together thats such a load of shit.

Does it fundamentally change anything? probably not. it’s just another piece of paper. but we’ve always planned this relationship so it would be easy to walk away and now all of a sudden that’s changing. and I dont want to ever be a couple that stays together because of a piece of paper, I want to be a couple that chooses to stay together because we love each other and we want to. not because we’re obligated to. And much and all as our parents are great, they’re not exactly role models of ongoing loving relationships and I don’t want to end up there and I just don’t know what to do about it or how to change it. and I’m so frustrated with myself coz everyone’s like THIS IS AMAZING and it is and I love him and I should be excited as well and I’m just like, everyone fuck off already because I’m done with listening to all your shit and I can’t even sort myself out.

work

oooooooh work. Careers. purpose. enjoyment. Who the fuck would know how to create one of them. I’m so annoyed I didn’t just go into accountancy or law with a direct and linear career path and I don’t know how to market my skills properly and I’m so sick of works bullshit. I was in Koru last night with Rhys and Murray and they’re just so full of bullshit. like, I get that you’ve got to sell stuff to staff, but don’t sit there and pretend that they don’t know they’re being sold to. because they do, and there’s actually going to be a revolt on your hands in about 4 months time when the shit song you’ve been singing comes back around to bite you in the ass. Your staff aren’t stupid and yet you’re treating them like they are and that’s a problem. a big one.

job hunting

Let’s not even talk about this one because it’s just sucky and shitty and I don’t know how to network and I don’t know how to explain my skills to future employers so that they’re marketable and I fit their stupid boxes and I hate references and I just. hate. the process overall. it’s just horrible.

Especially given how much of my self worth is tied up in my employment it appears. Which is another thing I need to work on.

adult life

Owning a house just comes with a never ending to do list, honestly. I think I’ll try and paint the bedroom wall this weekend for some fun. I also need to apply for a bunch of jobs at some stage, and follow up with a lady about mentoring. Should really go back and see Anne again but $$$$$. fun times. finding time to balance everything is really hard work.

WELL. This has been a post. it’s kind of nice to get it all out of my head and onto a screen? Props to anyone who managed to make it through this word vomit. you’ve done well.

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Creature in the dark love to scare the little children. The grownups say a prayer, and the demons are forced to return to the shadow realm. Never get caught in a blackout. Some never find their way home. Come in as soon as the streetlights illuminate the path of the righteous. The beetles and moths have gathered in a procession, to welcome the night. “Where were you?” “I don’t know” was never the right answer. It is never going to be the right answer. “Stop crying. I’ll give you something to cry about.”

In this house, the belt and extension cords keep the disobedient in line. Sticks leave bruises. No Bueno. Back straight. “This is going to hurt me more than you.” I never understood that logic. “So why can’t I do it to you, like you did it to me?” “Porque yo soy la puta que te pario (because I am the bitch that birthed you). I’m doing this because I love you. Your soul is in danger.” We used to kneel on the bare floor covered in rice. We were made to carry these bags above our head for twenty minute and think about how we were not supposed to fight. She went easy on us this time. “Now kiss your sister and tell her you love her and you’re sorry.”

What is obedience, and what happens when it is forced? Believe in unity. Value brotherhood. Seize any opportunity to join hands. Even as the big hands crush the small hands, like a fist full of lavender flowers. Don’t think so hard. The guardians have done all the thinking for us. Some things do not need an explanation. Guardians discourage the children from scrutinizing every detail. All we need is to believe. Can’t we all just come together as one? If I wanted to find everlasting life, why did I have to lay it down to begin with?

The Knights of Columbus hosted Sunday breakfast every month. It was a fundraiser. As if the crusades did not provide enough funding. As if the parish had not given enough during the second collection. My mother would always hand me a folded dollar bill when the collection basket came by. It was a little secret between our Father and I (Mathew 6:1-4). I was planting a seed for his kingdom, and if we did not fork over the dough, let’s just say there was hell to pay.

I went to Sunday school. I had to. Otherwise I could not get baptized or have my first communion. The instructor told us that Jesus loved us, so he died on the cross for us. If we loved Jesus, too, we had to love each other. We colored the nativity scene and learned a few prayers. We were taught a theology approved by the Roman Catholic Church, and classes were $25 per child. At the baptism, donations were formally encouraged. Those must have been some expensive ass crayons. I was a good boy, but never good enough to be an altar boy.

I had refused to help in the family garden in the front yard one time. The bathroom floor was cold on my cheek. The sweat and tears running down my neck fell on the yellow linoleum. Now a grip on the arm, bent around my back. Too tight on the wrists. Cheeks got so hot that the salt water started to dry up and irritate my skin. Was it worth it? I know it was fucking hot outside, but couldn’t I have just done a shitty job or at least bullshit? Close the door. The neighbors can hear. Plus, the ac is on. I’ve been getting ass beatings since I was alive. If not from the guardians, then from bad decisions. I want to make them happen, but I always keep getting in my own way. Sometimes the floor can become comfortable. Just waiting for the blackouts to swallow me whole.

God helps those that help themselves…. Wait.. That’s not in the bible!

The Sunday breakfast consisted of yellow “just add water” scrambled eggs. I was too young to get hooked on coffee. Pass me the milk. I ate next to a church girl with an intellectual disability. Did God make her like that? I did not know. All I knew was that we were all equally as hungry after service. I felt like all the dark holes in the floor were so much smaller back then. If I stepped on a crack, I could always find my balance, or the guardian would help me till I recuperated.

“Hey guys. Where’s Jesus’s cloths. This is not funny. Oh… you guys hung him like this? Why? He was giving everyone free healthcare and food and shit. He doesn’t deserve this shit! Bring him down! Now!”

Societies fascination for making atonement. Drink and drive? Dui. Tax evasion? Prison time (unless its some shit like a white collar crime). $50 dollar fines for parking in front of a fire hydrant, that one time I moved out of my parents’ house and rented a room from some asshole named Evander. I was not a child anymore. I was learning from experience. If I only learned to come home on time. They say “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” I could have only imagined why, but the dark holes were still manageable. No claws yet. No transformation. The delinquencies of adolescence were not yet ripe. There was not enough blood.

I helped myself to a glass of orange juice. High pulp. Tart. Almost as refreshing as the forgiveness of sins. Dixie paper cups. An old couple. They must have both been in their eighties. With not much time to live, they both enjoyed the pancakes with light butter. No syrup though. Diabetes, you know. He pulled the chair out for her. He took off her sweater and placed it behind the chair. He wiped his head with a towel, then his mouth. He regained his balance. and shuffled to his own seat. He led the prayer and they both sat down to share (maybe their last) Breakfast. Listened to your guardians and maybe you can live as long as them.

One time, Father Manuel unofficially sponsored Mission Tortillas. “Como Dios Manda” literally means “How God Orders” or more precisely “What God Demands of us”. He was calling out the young women who decided club wear for a Sunday mass was appropriate. Father Manuel roasted them. “Esta bien que sea Qinceniera. (it would be cool if this was a Quincenera) Pero esta es la casa de Dios (but this is the house of God).” We were all sinners, but some of us did a better job at hiding it. We were all trying to avoid the transformation. We all needed to love. We just needed time to patch things up.

Mother Theresa believed that suffering was how you got closer to God. She refused to let some children receive treatment, so naturally, they would die. Their souls belonged with the Lord. For a while, I started to believe that I was suffering, and therefore, there was no God. I think we suffer because we think we must, like it’s all part of the greater picture. I also think we suffer because we all have things we conveniently forget about. We should know better.

It’s not normal to stay up all night. It’s not normal to operate a vehicle under the influence of anything. It’s not normal to lie to the person you are with. It’s not normal to wake up at 3 pm every fucking day. It’s not normal to put things up your nose. It’s not normal to get in the car with a complete stranger. It’s not normal to think that you can live with people for free. It’s not normal to pass out at the bar. It’s not normal to constantly burn bridges. It’s not normal to forget what you did the night before. The blackouts swallowed me alive, over and over and over. I couldn’t see the streetlights. There was no one left to pay for my sins.

August 15thth, 2020, 2:30 A.M.-ish

I said I was going to work on it las week, and then the week before. I had checked into the catacomb of wasted ambitions. The creatures of the dark had left. I looked in the mirror and could not accept what I had become. What big claws and teeth.

I had a dream I was filling up one cup with another cup, like an endless water mill. I’m not sure why I always felt this way. An endless repetition that never ends, like new ideas filling old ones, but never quite arriving at a solution, or like fish eating fish eating fish… Like a two gallon hourglass, constantly being flipped on it’s other end, ass up, face down, full of itself. The air bubbles, trying to escape. The lump in the throat of my life, always sinking into my stomach. The transformation was complete. I was living in a blackout.

The beta, or Siamese fighting fish, is native to Thailand and Cambodia. You can pick them up at your local swap meet. I used to love going to the Broadacre swap meet after Sunday mass. I got my hands on everything an eight-year-old should never get their hands on: laser pointers, chained wallets, pocket knifes, fart bombs, shock pens, pet’s I wasn’t able to take care of. I’m not sure what the fish were so angry about. Probably from being confined to a tiny ass sandwich bag.

I got my ass kicked in a bar fight once, in 2018. Three against one. I do not remember. I was asking for something that was not on the menu. I was being annoying. Swings broke out like a Florida coastline and faster than you can say Tallahassee’s televised turnout tremendously terrified pterodactyls. Too small. Smack. Too slow. Smack. I fell to the floor, head between my knees. My jeans ripped. All I could see was stars at that point. I raised a barstool over my head and threw it against the bar, not sure if it landed on anyone. Always bust out the bar stool when you know you are going to get rocked. I ran out through the front entrance and I called 911. I left my bicycle behind. The cops were nice enough to drive it down to me. They told me that the security guard told them I was trying to buy drugs. I told them it was a hate crime. They told me to go home. I told them I would never go back to that bar again.

Pigs in a blanket. I think there was bacon. Bacon or sausage. No. I think there were both. I woke up at 6am to eat this at 10am. 10:15 if you consider waiting in line. Why couldn’t everyone break bread the way we did? People always have to start a fight during a meal, or beer, if you’re a man of culture who would prefer to drink their meals. The indigestion was the worst. I could not eat breakfast too early because my stomach lining was still sensitive from the binge the night before. This did not stop me from killing a whole order of carne asada fries at night. I felt the weight of a bowling ball in my diaphragm when I woke up the next morning. Drinking water felt like swallowing marbles. This wasn’t normal. I’m not going to lie.

Well that’s great news, kind sir, because I can not condone dishonesty. Now please leave the patrons alone or get out of the bar.

My older sister became an usher at church. She showed everyone to their seats. She wore a sash that said “Orden” or literally “Order”. She asked people if they could scoot over. She made room where people were resting their purses or when someone decided that they needed to sit with their legs wide open. Me and my younger sister always got pinches during service if we were joking around or being distracting. How did the people really bring their kids to church like that? We were so rambunctious!

The endless cycle of Life: that our guardians had to beat the shit out of us. So that maybe we could learn. Or so we would avoid the transformation. In the end, we resent their efforts and only make it worse for ourselves. I try to push myself up, but my left arm is too mangled to lift any weight. The dark holes just seem like the better option sometimes. If the blackout won’t take me now, then maybe tomorrow.

The holes are patched up today. I found my way through the dark. My guardians were there all along. I just needed some space. My mind is clear. I can focus again. I can have breakfast again. The nights can be long and dark, but I know the demons have left. My house is in order. My mind is clear. I finally have a clean conscience. I want to go back to the time when I was a child. Back to a time of trusting that the streetlights were guiding me all along. When I could hear my mother’s voice and know in my heart that the night was near, but only to visit.

Drink some water. Jesus fishes. Say a prayer. Missing pieces. Dying wish is - God’s my witness – you just know** * the nighttime* ** only** came to** visit**.

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westywrites · 6 years

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Soulmate

Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

@lady-redshield-writes @fieryartemispublications Third and final part! Hope you enjoy.

The damp floor made it feel like the cold was penetrating my skin right through to my bones. I grimaced as I sat up, my head hurt, and even the dimly lit room felt too bright. The room around me was filthy, I was locked in a small cage in one corner of it, the rest was filled with trash and broken furniture. It was freezing, and the air smelled like mould and musty fabric. My shirt was gone, and my pants were torn to bits. I cursed under my breath.

Across the room from me, I could see a man sitting on a chair. He couldn’t have been much older than me, and it looked like he was crying. His dark hair was dishevelled and none of his clothes fit quite right. I could see the side of his face and, where his hands weren’t covering it, it looked like he was afraid. Honestly, he looked kind of like a child, despite obviously being an adult.

“Hey,” I called, “are you okay?” I figured he was also trapped here. He jumped and turned to me. His pale eyes were wide and seemed conflicted.

“You’re awake?” he asked softly.

“Apparently,” I responded as gently as I could. “It’s alright, there’s no need to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid of what you mean.”

“I’m not sure I understand what that means, but I promise I won’t cause you harm.”

He stood and slowly crossed the room to me. “What’s your name?”

“Everyone calls me Smith,” I said, forcing a smile. “You?”

“You don’t need to know,” he said. “Where are you from?”

“I grew up on the east side, in Harmony area, but I’ve lived downtown at the edge of downtown since I’ve been on my own.”

“In the Neighbourhood?”

“Not quite in it, but near it.” I sat back and crossed my legs, the cage wasn’t tall enough to stand in. “Are you from the area?”

“I was born near here,” he admitted like it was some kind of filthy secret.

“That’s not a bad thing, there are plenty of good people in the Neighbourhood.” He probably grew up hearing shit about where he’s from.

“I haven’t found any yet.” He wandered away from the cage and started rifling through the trash in the room. I couldn’t place my finger on why, but I couldn’t help liking this guy. There was something almost sweet about his simple, confused nature, and I had to admit he would have been very attractive if he was a little cleaner. I watched him dig through the room and wondered what he was searching for.

“I don’t think you’re going to find much useful in all this trash,” I said after a while.

“It’s not all trash.”

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure?” I joked. He looked at me out of the side of his eye.

“Something like that.” He went back to searching. Eventually, he pulled a small piece of paper out from under a chair that was missing a leg. He held it up, and a smile grew on the edges of his lips.

“Is that paper gonna help us get out of here?”

He looked at me and furrowed his brow. “No, it’s a photo.”

“A photo of what?” I asked as he crossed the room towards me. I didn’t understand why he was so happy to have found it.

“Look see, it’s my parents,” he knelt down and showed me the faded photograph of a young couple. They were outside of a ramshackle house with a sold sign in front of it. Smiles lit up their faces. “They were gifted this house by my grandparents since they couldn’t buy it themselves.”

“My parents wouldn’t have been able to afford a house so close to downtown when they were first together either.”

“No, they could’ve paid for it,” he said simply, “but they weren’t matched.” “That’s a real shame, they look so happy together.” Bullshit like not being allowed to buy a house until you were matched was part of why I hated the system.

“No, they were criminals, dirty liars.” His voice was laced with rage. My heart started pounding. A small, bitter part of myself pointed out that it wasn’t only with fear. Part of me was drawn in by the look in his eyes. I looked away from him, confused and scared.

“Just because an absurd system says they weren’t meant destined for each other or whatever doesn’t mean they couldn’t have been happy together.” My voice wavered.

“My life has been miserable because their relationship was miserable.” He leaned against the bars of the cage. “My mother got pregnant, so my father felt obligated to stick around. They fought, and they screamed, and my father would beat her, and she would beat me.” He glared at me until I looked up at him. “The system stops things like that.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I said, thinking back on my own childhood. “My father was an asshole, and my mother suffered it in silence. My father kicked me out of the house as soon as I was big enough to stand up for myself.” I leaned towards the edge of the cage. “They were matched, and they were still miserable. Shitty people will always be shitty people, regardless of who they are with.”

“And I almost thought you were a good person when you first woke up.”

“What?”

“You seemed so nice, but to hear so much blasphemy coming from your perfect lips…” We both blushed slightly. “In some other life, we would’ve actually done so well together.” He pulled up his sleeve to show me the mark on the back of his wrist. My mark. This was the killer, why wasn’t I more afraid?

“I could never be with a killer,” I hissed.

“And I could never be with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone dirty,” he spat out the word dirty, “you’re dirty inside and out, leading a life like this. You commit the greatest sin of all as if it is no big deal.”

“Like your parents did.”

“An Unmatched who sleeps around…. To think you would ever be my soulmate.” He threw open the door of the cage and yanked me out by my hair. I gasped and tried to pull back, but he dug his thumb into the back of my neck, and it felt like my limbs turned to jelly. He threw me into a chair and quickly tied my wrists and ankles.

“What are you doing?” I cried out as he pulled out a knife. “Please.”

“Perhaps you’re right in some way, and the system can be wrong.” He brought the knife close to my face. “Because I know for certain this mark is a lie.” He brought the knife down, sliding it across my wrist and drawing a line through my mark. Then, slowly as I screamed and begged, he carved the mark away.

I must have blacked out from the pain. As I opened my eyes again, I pulled against the straps holding my arms to the chair. The motion brought searing pain to the back of my wrist. I curled forward, cursing as I tried to steady the uneasiness of my breathing.

“Everyone reacts differently to pain.” I jumped and looked over at him. I hadn’t noticed him standing in the corner watching me. “It’s quite fascinating really, how everyone will squirm, but not everyone will beg for it to end. Perhaps they know deep down that they deserve it.”

“No human deserves to be tortured,” I hissed. His eyes were bright in the dim lighting of the basement, and I couldn’t help but notice the shadows under his jawline as his lips curled into a sarcastic grin. The slight heat that rushed to my cheeks just made me hate him more.

“Then they shouldn’t be living like animals.” He pushed away from the wall and knelt beside me. “You shouldn’t be living like liars and criminals and filthy fucking bastards.” His sudden grip against the wound on the back of my wrist made me groan.

“Haven’t you ever met someone nice?” I asked trying to force my words to be soft, trying to get under his skin. “Someone kind? Someone who is everything your father wasn’t?”

“I always thought that would be my soulmate.” The statement was an accusation.

I ignored it. “Haven’t you ever felt love for anything?”

“Can’t say I have.” He met my eyes, and all I could see was disgust. I flinched away slightly. “This world doesn’t particularly allow for it.”

“Yes it does,” I said. I took a deep breath to steady myself and leaned as close to him as the restraints allowed. “I loved someone you know. He was strong and brave and unbelievably kind.” My voice wavered as I tried to keep calm. “And you killed him.” I could feel my anger rising in my chest, biting at the back of my throat.

“Which one was that?” He blinked at me dully. “Everyone from the Neighbourhood is the same, all dirty sinners.” His voice held a practiced lack of tone.

“His name was Remi, if you grew up around here, you would have gone to school with him.” He would’ve gone to school with most of the people he killed actually. He would’ve known them all his whole life, and he killed them with no remorse.

“Ah, I know the one,” he said, a weird grin growing on his lips again. “He told me an interesting story as he sat in that cage, he said that he already knew his soulmate.” He leaned in and placed a hand on my shoulder. “His true soulmate he said.” His grin grew as I tried to stop the tears appearing in my eyes. “He said that he went to these clubs with his soulmate because the ones downtown were dry.” I bit my lip and looked down at my lap. He laughed as if he had won some small victory from me. “Remi was a fascinating enough person, shame he was a filthy liar, shame he screamed so much when he died. Actually, remind me of your name, Smith, right?” He pulled my chin up with two fingers, and I stared him dead in the eye. “I remember now, that’s what he cried out as he died. ‘Oh Smith, Smith, love of my life’,” he laughed again, “quite pathetic to hear from a mouth filled with blood.”

“You’re a monster.” My words came as a horrible jumble through the tears now streaming down my face.

“Look who’s talking.” With that, he stood and brought his elbow down onto my head.

When I woke again, I was alone in the room. The straps on the chair were undone, and I cautiously stood. Frantically, I began to search the room. I had a sinking feeling that there was no way I was going to make it out of this alive. After a desperate search, I managed to find a pencil and an old receipt. I scrawled out my message as quickly as I could, praying to a god I didn’t even believe in that it would be found. I signed it off and wrote one last thing at the bottom. A noise from by the door made me jump. Shit. I rushed to the small window, trying to pry it open enough to slide the note out. My fingers just slipped off. I shoved the note in my pocket.

“And what do you think you’re up to?” he asked, his tone soft, but angry. I turned slowly as memories of my father flashed through my mind. I felt like a young boy facing his punishment again.

“It’s stuffy in here, I wanted air.” Even I knew it was a pathetic lie.

“What’s in your pocket?”

“Probably some lint.”

“Stop lying.” He crossed the room briskly, and I flinched back against the wall. I couldn’t bring myself to fight, I couldn’t even make myself move. It felt like all my muscles had seized up there against the wall of that dingy basement. He reached into my pocket and pulled out the note.

“Please…”

“I promise you, Jaime, I didn’t do this. I hope you can forgive me.” He laughed. “Seriously? Here’s an idea, why don’t we write a better note? I’m done in this city anyways.”

He tore the receipt to pieces and went to a cupboard, quickly fishing out a scrap of paper. I looked at the door and back to him. Now was my chance. Before I could make it more than a few steps, he had latched onto my wrist. The pain of his fingers digging into the wound made my knees buckle.

“Now write.” He held me by my hair and forced me to write what he dictated. It was phrased like a suicide note. Like a confession. When I refused to write that I killed anyone, he drove his foot into my side. Over and over until I was coughing up blood.

“You’re going to kill me.”

“That’s the plan.” He forced me to sign off with a plea to be forgiven for doing my duty to this world. The note was tear-streaked and blood-stained in the end.

“No one is going to believe I killed myself,” I reasoned as he went back to the cupboard.

“They will once I’m done.” He turned back, a pistol in one hand. “All I have to do is leave one of the other bodies around, it’ll look like they almost succeeded in escaping, and you, realizing you were dying after they beat you, decided to end your life quickly.”

“You really think that will work?” Each word caused a stabbing pain in my chest. His kicks must have done some real damage. Each breath I took was agony.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Besides, if it doesn’t I’ll be long gone anyways.” He knelt down in front of me and pointed the pistol at my chest. “Say bye Smith, you’ll be in Hell with your filthy lover soon enough.”

Heat spread quickly across my chest. Heat and pressure. It took a moment for the pain to come. I looked up at him as he smiled. The heat was too much, and now it hurt. Like a red-hot poker being shoved through my chest. I fell forward. Black flooded the edges of my vision.

I could hear him moving around me, he placed something beside me. He moved something else. I swear he whistled slightly as he moved around. As if moving through mud, I managed to stick my arm out. He had put the pistol beside me. Fighting to keep awake, I wrapped my hand around it and looked up. Through graying vision, I saw the look of shock on his face as I pulled the trigger. Three shots and he fell. A smile spread across my face as I watched him lying there. In some sick way, the system was right. I laughed as I shut my eyes, it was right.

We were meant to spend the rest of our lives together, just not in a way anyone could have imagined.

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Blog tour! I present to you some info and an excerpt from She’s Faking It by Kristin Rockaway.

She’s Faking It Kristin Rockaway FICTION/Romance/Contemporary Trade Paperback | Graydon House Books On Sale: 6/30/2020 978152580464 $15.99 $19.99 CAN

You can’t put a filter on reality. Bree Bozeman isn’t exactly pursuing the life of her dreams. Then again, she isn’t too sure what those dreams are. After dropping out of college, she’s living a pretty chill life in the surf community of Pacific Beach, San Diego…if “chill” means delivering food as a GrubGetter, and if it means “uneventful”. But when Bree starts a new Instagram account — @breebythesea — one of her posts gets a signal boost from none other than wildly popular self-help guru Demi DiPalma, owner of a lifestyle brand empire. Suddenly, Bree just might be a rising star in the world of Instagram influencing. Is this the direction her life has been lacking? It’s not a career choice she’d ever seriously considered, but maybe it’s a sign from the universe. After all, Demi’s the real deal… right? Everything is lining up for Bree: life goals, career, and even a blossoming romance with the chiseled guy next door, surf star Trey Cantu. But things are about to go sideways fast, and even the perfect filter’s not gonna fix it. Instagram might be free, but when your life looks flawless on camera, what’s the cost?

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Kristin Rockaway is a native New Yorker with an insatiable case of wanderlust. After working in the IT industry for far too many years, she traded the city for the surf and chased her dreams out to Southern California, where she spends her days happily writing stories instead of software. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son, and planning her next big vacation.

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Excerpt

From Chapter Two

“Don’t these books make your purse really heavy? There’s gotta be some app where you can store all this information.”

“Studies show you’re more likely to remember things you’ve written by hand, with physical pen and paper.” She reached across my lap and opened the glove compartment, removing a notebook with an antiqued photograph of a vintage luxury car printed on the cover. “For example, this is my auto maintenance log. Maybe if you’d kept one of these, like I told you to, we wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.”

I loved Natasha, I really did. She was responsible and generous, and without her I’d likely be far worse off than I already was, which was a horrifying thought to consider. But at times like this, I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake the shit out of her.

“A maintenance log wouldn’t have helped me.”

“Yes, it would have. Organization is about more than decluttering your home. It’s about decluttering your mind. Making lists, keeping records—these are all ways to help you get your life in order. If you’d had a maintenance log, this problem wouldn’t have caught you off guard in the middle of your delivery shift. You’d have seen it coming, and—”

“I saw it coming.”

“What?”

“This didn’t catch me off guard. The check engine light came on two weeks ago.” Or maybe it was three.

“Then why didn’t you take it to the mechanic?” She blinked, genuinely confused. Everything was so cut-and dried with her. When a car needed to be serviced, of course you called the mechanic.

That is, if you could afford to pay the repair bill.

Fortunately, she put two and two together without making me say it out loud. “Oh,” she murmured, then bit her lip. I could almost hear the squeak and clank of wheels turning in her head as she tried to piece together the solution to this problem. No doubt it included me setting up a journal or logbook of some sort, though we both knew that would be pointless. The last time she’d tried to set me up with a weekly budget planner, I gave up on day two, when I realized I could GrubGetter around the clock for the rest of my life and still never make enough money to get current on the payments for my student loans. You know, for that degree I’d never finished.

But Natasha was a determined problem solver. It said so in her business bio: “Natasha DeAngelis, Certified Professional Organizer®, is a determined problem solver with a passion for sorting, purging, arranging, and containerizing.” My life was a perpetual mess, and though she couldn’t seem to be able to clean it up, that didn’t stop her from trying. Over and over and over again.

“I’ll pay for the repairs,” she said.

“No.” I shook my head, fending off the very big part of me that wanted to say yes. “I can’t take any money from you.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Business is booming. I’ve got so much work right now that I’ve actually had to turn clients away. And ever since Al introduced that new accelerated orthodontic treatment, his office has been raking it in. We can afford to help you.”

“I know.” Obviously, my sister and her family weren’t hurting for cash. Aside from her wildly successful organizing business, her husband, Al, ran his own orthodontics practice. They owned a four-bedroom house, leased luxury cars, and took triannual vacations to warm, sunny places like Maui and Tulum. They had a smart fridge in their kitchen that was undoubtedly worth more than my nonfunctioning car.

But my sister wasn’t a safety net, and I needed to stop treating her like one. She’d already done so much for me. More than any big sister should ever have to do.

“I just can’t,” I said.

“Well, do you really have any other choice?” There was an edge to Natasha’s voice now. “If you don’t have a car, how are you going to work?”

“I’ll figure something out.” The words didn’t sound very convincing, even to my own ears. For the past four years, all I’d done was deliver food. I had no other marketable skills, no references, no degree.

I was a massive failure.

Tears pooled in my eyes. Natasha sighed again.

“Look,” she said, “maybe it’s time to admit you need to come up with a solid plan for your life. You’ve been in a downward spiral ever since Rob left.”

She had a point. I’d never been particularly stable, but things got a whole lot worse seven months earlier, when my live-in ex-boyfriend, Rob, had abruptly announced he was ending our three-year relationship, quitting his job, and embarking on an immersive ayahuasca retreat in the depths of the Peruvian Amazon.

“I’ve lost my way,” he’d said, his eyes bloodshot from too many hits on his vape pen. “The Divine Mother Shakti at the Temple of Eternal Light can help me find myself again.”

“What?” I’d been incredulous. “Where is this coming from?”

He’d unearthed a book from beneath a pile of dirty clothes on our bed and handed it to me—Psychedelic Healers: An Exploratory Journey of the Soul, by Shakti Rebecca Rubinstein.

“What is this?”

“It’s the book that changed my life,” he’d said. “I’m ready for deep growth. New energy.”

Then he’d moved his belongings to a storage unit off the side of the I-8, and left me to pay the full cost of our monthly rent and utilities on my paltry GrubGetter income.

I told myself this situation was only temporary, that Rob would return as soon as he realized that hallucinating in the rainforest wasn’t going to lead him to some higher consciousness. But I hadn’t heard from him since he took off on that direct flight from LAX to Lima. At this point, it was probably safe to assume he was never coming back.

Which was probably for the best. It’s not exactly like Rob was Prince Charming or anything. But being with him was better than being alone. At least I’d had someone to split the bills with.

“Honestly,” she continued, “I can’t stand to see you so miserable anymore. Happiness is a choice, Bree. Choose happy.”

Of all Natasha’s pithy sayings, “Choose happy” was the one I hated most. It was printed on the back of her business cards in faux brush lettering, silently accusing each potential client of being complicit in their own misery. If they paid her to clean out their closets, though, they could apparently experience unparalleled joy.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

She scowled. “It is not.”

“It is, actually. Shitty things happen all the time and we have no choice in the matter. I didn’t choose to be too broke to fix my car. I work really hard, but this job doesn’t pay well. And I didn’t choose for Rob to abandon me to go find himself in the Amazon, either. He made that choice for us.”

I almost mentioned the shittiest thing that had ever happened to Natasha or to me, a thing neither of us had chosen. But I stopped myself before the words rolled off my lips. This evening was bad enough without rehashing the details of our mother’s death.

“Sometimes things happen to us that are beyond our control,” Natasha said, her voice infuriatingly calm. “But we can control how we react to it. Focus on what you can control. And it does no good to dwell on the past, either. Don’t look back, Bree—”

“Because that’s not where you’re going. Yes, I know. You’ve said that before.” About a thousand times.

She took a deep breath, most likely to prepare for a lengthy lecture on why it’s important to stay positive and productive in the face of adversity, but then a large tow truck lumbered onto the cul-de-sac and she got out of the car to flag him down.

Grateful for the interruption, I ditched the casserole on her dashboard and walked over to where the driver had double-parked alongside my car.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, hopping down from the cab.

“It won’t start,” I said, to which Natasha quickly followed up with, “The check engine light came on several weeks ago, but the car has not been serviced yet.”

He grunted and popped the hood, one thick filthy hand stroking his braided beard as he surveyed the engine. Another grunt, then he asked for the keys and tried to start it, only to hear the same sad click and whine as before.

“It’s not the battery.” He leaned his head out of the open door. “When was the last time you changed your timing belt?”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

Natasha shook her head and mouthed, Maintenance log! in my direction but I pretended not to see.

The driver got out and slammed the hood shut. “Well, this thing is hosed.”

“Hosed?” My heart thrummed in my chest. “What does that mean? It can’t be fixed?”

He shrugged, clearly indifferent to my crisis-in-progress. “Can’t say for sure. Your mechanic can take a closer look and let you know. Where do you want me to tow it?”

I pulled out my phone to look up the address of the mechanic near my apartment down in Pacific Beach. But Natasha answered before I could google it up.

“Just take it to Encinitas Auto Repair,” she said. “It’s on Second and F.”

“You got it,” he said, then retreated to his truck to fiddle with some chains.

Natasha avoided my gaze. Instead, she focused on calling a guy named Jerry, who presumably worked at this repair shop, and told him to expect “a really old Civic that’s in rough shape,” making sure to specify, “It’s not mine, it’s my sister’s.”

I knew she was going to pay for the repairs. It made me feel icky, taking yet another handout from my big sister. But ultimately, she was right. What other choice did I have?

The two of us stayed quiet while the driver finished hooking up my car. After he’d towed it away down the cul-desac and out of sight, Natasha turned to me. “Do you want to come over? Izzy’s got piano lessons in fifteen minutes, you can hear how good she is now.”

Even though I did miss my niece, there was nothing I wanted to do more than go home, tear off these smelly clothes, and cry in solitude. “I’ll take a rain check. Thanks again for coming to get me.”

“Of course.” She started poking at her phone screen. A moment later, she said, “Your Lyft will be here in four minutes. His name is Neil. He drives a black Sentra.” A quick kiss on my cheek and she was hustling back to her SUV.

As I watched Natasha drive away, I wished—not for the first time—that I could be more like her: competent, organized, confident enough in my choices to believe I could choose to be happy. Sometimes I felt like she had twenty years on me, instead of only six. So maybe instead of complaining, I should’ve started taking her advice.

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blackthornass · 7 years

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Do you have any art tips?

Uhhhhhh Funk im not The Greatest Artist ™ but I’ll try to bestow some Wisdom on you. Keep in mind Art is Subjective and I’m no expert and all that so take everything with a grain of salt but that being said I’ll try to give u Tips and Tricks

-listen so if you have a boring class at school just draw in it. School is great because you have 1. Access to paper at all times 2. Incredibly boring lectures. If you have a study hall that’s the Drawing JACKPOT. Basically what I’m saying is practice all the time when you have energy but like that’s such boring art advice. It’s important but “practice! uwu” is like what people with Natural Art Talent say when they didn’t have to figure everything out from the ground up so it’s kind of aggravating

-There’s gonna be people better than you. Chances are you have a friend who’s better than you because this is Tumblr we all draw. Try Not To Compare Yourself ™ which idk how to do but it’s bad don’t do it

-unless you find a terrible person with worse art than you in which case FUCK DUDE COMPARE YOURSELF TO THEM! THEYRE HORRIBLE AND THEY CANT DRAW FOR SHIT LOOK WHOS LAUGHING NOW!

-“work until your idols become your rivals” is absolute bullshit because your idols are working at it at the same time you are. You fool. You imbecile. I feel like this works better for writing when your idols can become irrelevant or straight up die between you being an aspiring author 8 year old and a tired 30 year old who just wrote The Great American Novel ™ or just kind of. Leave the fandom if you’re writing fanfic. Anyway

-ok that’s all the preachy shit, time for Real Art Advice ™. Keep in mind I do digital cartoony shit with Strong Lineart and cel shading for the most part and I pretty much only draw people so my knowledge is limited to that. if you wanna be a professional artist maybe do other things and Expand your Abilities ™

-Ok first off if you’re using Gimp or Photoshop please love yourself and download Firealpaca or illegally torrent Paint Tool Sai or something. I swear by Firealpaca it cured my depression but like. Photoshop is Trash for drawing. Get Firealpaca it has Line Correction ™

-Keep Line Correction ™ at like. A 5 when you’re sketching and at a 19 (the maximum) when you’re lining, coloring, shading, highlighting, doing literally anything that isn’t sketching

-Sketching digitally can be hard if you’re used to sketching on paper and I find it easier to do a sketch on paper, take a picture of it on my phone or scan it, and line/color it digitally. You do you and figure out what works best

-speaking of which I refused to use sketchbooks until I was Worthy ™ of not drawing on notebook paper and uhhhhhh that’s dumb just get a sketchbook they cost a little more than a notebook at Target it’s not super expensive. Although if you’re not financially in the position to buy a sketchbook anyway, just hoard notebooks from school that you didn’t use much. Bam, that’s your new sketchbook

-the Head Circle Cross Thing and the Spheres For Shoulder, Elbow, and Wrist Thing are good and important and will save you

-hands are hard so use references but bullshit your way through it. eventually they’ll look good (I haven’t gotten there yet)

-HAVE FUN WITH NOSES OH MY GOD. Noses are super fun and cool because there’s, like, infinite variety with them, they can be as long or short, thin or thick, rounded or pointy as you want, you can make them be, like, triangles or circles or more squareish or diamond-shaped, the base of the nose can be about as high or as low on the face as you want, you can make the nostrils prominent or not really there at all, they can add another Layer to a character’s design, oh my goodness noses are so fun. They’re like, severely underrated and oh my god I could gush about how fucking fun noses are

-same with facial expressions. Where you put the pupils and how big they are, how much of the eye is covered by eyelids, the way the eyebrows are, the mouth, tons of other shit. There’s loads of variety and so much you can do and honestly having fun with the facial expression is The Best Part. There’s tons of Face Art Chart Memes floating around, you know the ones, save it to your phone/computer and practice those on your own time it’s fun

-if you don’t know how to do something, avoiding it won’t help you. Just kind of draw around with it in your sketchbook or in a “I’m not posting this” file until you feel confident enough to do it in your Real Projects ™.

-Ok for lining did you know..… it isn’t illegal to erase parts of the lineart to clean it up.… just be careful and draw it back in to the best of your abilities if you erase too far and use a smaller eraser brush/lining brush for this… I know it’s tedious nobody likes lining it’s okay you can do this put on some good music

-use mcfucking references

-eyedrop character’s official colors but adjust said colors based on the color of your background to make them look less funky is my general rule for clothing, I usually pick the hair/skin by myself or from something I’ve already drawn though

-for flats, make sure your lineart is all closed off and there aren’t any “holes” cuz that’ll mess up your coloring

-so how I do flats is I use the magic wand tool to select whatever I want to color, expand selection 3 pixels (in firealpaca you can set it to do this automatically), pick the color I need, turn up the brush to as big as possible, and color it in. It saves the time you’d spend with cleaning up where the color gets outside the lines

-you can do the flats on one layer, but I personally like to do every Object on a different layer so when I do shading, I know what goes on top of what

-if a color is darker than the lineart it looks ugly so pick your line color with caution (or just use black! Unlike shading black lineart tends to go with pretty much everything)

-SHADE YOUR GODDAMN ART. Like, what makes people go “wow holy shit that’s good!” is the shading + highlights, don’t be lazy ya fuck.

-I’d take a break before shading to Refresh Your Eyes ™ but also I constantly forget this is a good idea

-don’t shade with black oh my god. Unless you’re doing Strong Punchy Dramatic Stuff or monochrome black and white stuff, don’t shade with black, and if you’re doing that it’ll probably be drawn into the lineart. Don’t shade with black please we can tell you’re doing it and it looks bad

-highlighting with white isn’t too bad though, especially with the eyes, but it might look too strong in some places

-As a general rule, shading is darker and more saturated, highlighting is lighter and less saturated. Whether it gets warmer or cooler depends a lot on what color or thing you’re shading or what you want the feel of the picture to be and I’m not 100% sure how to do it myself so uh. Trust your gut and change the color if it looks wrong I guess.

-where exactly the shadows or highlights fall depends on lots of things, just kind of. Look at how things work irl maybe? This is the kind of thing that you just have to practice, and it’ll look like shit until suddenly it doesn’t sorry I’m not sure what to say

-One Medium Sized White Dot on a layer above the lineart where the pupil borders the Iris (or the whites of the eyes if you’re like me and you make the pupil and Iris one thing) works for a glint in the eye that makes a person look less dead and more cute. How big you’re gonna make it depends on how adorable you want the person to be

-SMOOTH BORDERS FOR THE SHADING ARE REALLY IMPORTANT IF YOURE DOING CEL SHADING which is why firealpaca is my best friend thanks line smoothing. If you’re doing like. Soft shading or painterly shit or other kinds of shading it’s less Super Important but like. Still be sort of neat. Unless being really messy and sketchy is what you’re going for but even then you still need to be sort of careful

-for simple backgrounds, it’s like. Easy to make it interesting. Add polka dots to the background or a big old square or a gradient or a cloud filter or something the possibilities are endless. Another option is to straight up make it transparent and write a secret message in white on the side. But uhh never do a blank white background at the very least fill it with a solid color

-ok style is kind of hard because I never had to struggle to find my style? I just “drew in my handwriting” so to speak and then if along the way I realized something looked shitty I just changed how I drew it slightly? I guess a thing you could do if you’re in tune enough is look at the styles of things you do like and things you don’t and figure out why you do and don’t like it. “I like how *2010s cartoon* does Eyes!” great take that general concept. “I hate how this shitty yaoi has enormous hands!” great then don’t do that. It’s all Personal Preference my dude style is Your Own Thing

-notes aren’t everything but fuck do they feel nice. Self reblogs are fine but don’t overdo it, I’d say reblog it Twice to account for time zones and tag it as self reblog so as to not be a dick

This got long whoops. That’s all I can think of but I hope this helps it’s All I Know

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