#also be careful of grannies trying out for horror films

[eatsbop]

Lmao fuck grammar im gonna pretend to sleep

#please take care of your body everyone #lmao im hurting #be careful of slippery places #also be careful of grannies trying out for horror films #dont run into them in the dark #thats probably illegal lmao

[redqueen-hypothesis]

thaw ➳ helios (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x helios (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 2188

➳ GENRE: injured! helios, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: helios breaks into and enters your house. you break into his heart in much the same fashion.

➳ REMARKS: i clearly cannot write for helios, spoilers for chapter 17+

A crash from your living room startles you awake.

Still half asleep, brain not quite running at a functional speed yet, you lie stock still in bed with the covers drawn up to your neck, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if you’d simply imagined the noise. A few seconds later, however, there’s a sound of something heavy hitting the floor outside your bedroom, a little muffled but still too loud to be anything imaginary, and goosebumps prickle down the back of your neck as you let out a little ‘eep’ of fear.

What’s happening? Had the wind from the window blown something over? Or had a burglar somehow gotten into your house? You swallow, trembling slightly at the thought as your mind runs wild with scenarios from previous crime programmes that you’ve filmed and all the cold murder cases Gavin has told you about. What if you end up a victim just like one of them?

Heart thudding wildly in your chest, part of you wants to just stay buried under the covers like this, the thick blankets at least providing you with some false sense of security, but the sheer need to know just what is happening in your house refuses to leave your mind like some sort of relentless itch. You slip out from under the covers carefully, reaching under your bed to grab the first heavy object your fingers wrap around before inching towards the bedroom door with caution in every step.

Pausing for a moment, you press your ear against the door. Completely silent.

For some reason, that just makes the trepidation all the more potent for you. Unable to take a second longer of this, your fingers wrap around the doorknob and pull delicately.

The door creaks open, alarmingly loud in the dead silence of the night. Concluding that any advantage of surprise you might have had is now flushed down the drain, you decide to throw all caution to the wind and leap out into the darkness of the living room, raising your item above your head menacingly.

“Hands up, intruder!” You yell, with as much aggression as you can muster.

No one responds.

Confused, you glance about the living room. There doesn’t seem to be anyone inside the apartment with you, and what seems to have made the earlier noise is-

“Oh no!” You yelp, dismayed. The gardenia plant Lucien had given you a few weeks ago is lying on the floor, its flowerpot cracked down the middle. The wind must have blown it over somehow, you reason with yourself as you step towards it. The weather forecast last night had predicted a possible storm with strong winds, so it’s no wonder that-

You pause midstep, a frown forming on your face.

You had closed the windows before going to bed last night precisely because you’d read the weather forecast. So if the windows were closed, how did-

You whirl around in horror, raising the object in your hands once more as realisation hits you, but it’s already too late. An arm snakes around your middle and tugs you hard against a solid chest, while a hand clamps hard around your mouth the second you try to scream for help. Flailing, you drop whatever you’d been carrying and struggle in your assailant’s grasp, and the person behind you lets out a sharp hiss of pain when your elbow strikes their side.

“Stop moving, idiot.”

Your gasp of surprise is muffled against the palm of his hand, you know this voice.

“Don’t scream,” the intruder warns lowly as he releases his grip on you. You spin around to get a look at him the second you can move, and the pale moonlight that lends an almost ethereal gleam to his silver hair confirms his identity for you in an instant.

“Helios!” His name leaves your lips in shock. You have to rub your eyes twice to make sure you’re not really dreaming, and even after you do so, you just can’t seem to find the words to ask him what he’s doing here. “You... What are you... Wha-”

“What were you even planning to do with this...” He grunts, glacial blue eyes glancing down disdainfully at the object of your choice for defense - a heavy binder of past proposals that had been rejected by Victor. In spite of the situation, you find your cheeks flushing.

“I was panicking, okay?”

Before you can find the opportunity to explain yourself, however, Helios lets out a sharp groan and sags to his knees before your eyes; you barely manage to catch him before he hits the ground hard. He’s too heavy for you to hold up in spite of your best efforts, so all you manage to do is slow his collapse to the floor. “Helios? Helios!”

“Shut up... you’re loud...” He waves off your frantic concern with one hand, but even in the dim light of the moon you can make out the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck, his jaw taut and a pained glare on his face. “Just let me lie low here for a couple of hours and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Completely ignoring him, you tug at the white winter parka he usually wears to reveal the tattoo inked onto his right arm, yanking it down so that you can inspect him for injuries. Sure enough, the second you do, you catch sight of crimson staining the inside of his parka, the bloody gashes across his biceps. “You’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, nothing life threatening-” He tries to brush it off, but you’re already up and running into your kitchen to fetch a first aid kit. Helios groans in resignation as he settles against the wall, shaking his head and holding one hand to the wound at his side. “Shouldn’t have come here.”

“You shouldn’t even have gotten hurt in the first place!” You rush back to his side with a white box clasped firmly in your hands, kneeling next to him and inspecting his wound carefully, hands gentle as they probe at his side. “I can’t clean your wound properly like this... take your shirt off.”

“What.”

Too impatient to wait for him, you grab the hem of his skintight shirt and lift a pair of scissors to the material, snipping away before he can stop you. “Why is it that every time you visit, you’re hurt like this? I thought you were supposed to be some highly skilled assassin...” You mutter under your breath. Helios rolls his eyes at your words, but you can see the pain he’s trying to play off behind that indifferent facade.

“You weren’t meant to know that I was here.” He grunts, but otherwise staying still as you cut his shirt in half. This brings up conflicting emotions in you, on one hand, you’re glad that he at least trusts you enough to take care of his injuries, but you’re also upset that he’s hurt like this. “I was just going to steal your first aid supplies and patch myself up, but that stupid plant on the windowsill got in the way.”

“Don’t talk about Garda like that. Now I’m going to have to repot her... if she isn’t dead.” You scold, pulling the fabric away from his skin. Now that his shirt is off, you try the best you can to ignore the lean, defined muscles of his chest and inspect the injury where most of the blood has come from. A clean cut through skin and flesh at his side, dark red oozing slowly from it. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“None of your business-” He begins, but you uncap your bottle of hydrogen peroxide and pour it liberally on his side before he can stop you. The second the strong disinfectant hits his wound, he lets out a shout of pain, almost curling up on himself. “Ow! Fucking hell, that stings like a bitch, you-”

Your glare is about as terrifying as his. “I said, what happened.”

“... got knifed,” is all he mutters very unwillingly, but you consider that a victory, because he’s speaking to you at the very least. Resolving to be more gentle this time, you soak a cotton pad with disinfectant and proceed to dab carefully at the edges of the wound to clean off the blood and grime, brows furrowed in concentration. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you got knifed in the first place?”

“No.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head at his stony reply as you reach for the box of butterfly bandages in your first aid kit. Luckily for him, the wound doesn’t seem to be too deep after all that cleaning, and you’re not sure if you’ll do him more damage if you attempt sutures on him. “You break into my house in the middle of the night, scare me out of my wits, break my flowerpot, make me treat you... the least you could do is tell me what happened.”

“I didn’t make you treat me.” His blue eyes bore sharply into yours, a slight scowl tugging at his mouth. “Don’t expect any thanks from me, busybody. Keep your nose out of my problems next time before you get dragged into them as well. I’m not going to save you when that happens.”

“You’re as naggy as an old granny.” You hum, completely ignoring him and leaving a pat on top of his silver hair. Now that the most serious wound at his side is done, you move to cleaning the gashes on his arms, which are similarly bloody but not worryingly deep. “If you want to break into my house again, at least bring some nice food with you. I get hungry when I get woken up in the middle night.”

He glares at you. “Are you even listening to me?”

“And that’s the best I can do!” You say loudly over his words, dusting off your hands as you do a once over of his body. With no more visible wounds in sight, you gently put your hands under his arms to help haul him to his feet, even as he protests with all manner of curses and some very unsavoury remarks, before steering him to lie on the couch. “Now, Helios, we need to set some ground rules. As much as this little relationship we have is very fun and interesting-”

“We are not in any relationship!”

“–it is also very illegal! Breaking and entering is a big no-no, and it’s against the law. So, I have come up with a solution!” You turn around and rummage in a nearby cabinet for a moment, before you pull something out from the drawer and hold it up to light.

Helios squints at it, not quite understanding whatever antic you’re pulling this time. Exhaustion is tugging at his eyelids, his will to leave seeping away along with his wakefulness. Must be the blood loss. Or the comfort of your too small couch. Or maybe... just maybe, the familiar ramble of your voice. Either way, it’s not a good thing, he’d meant to make it back to headquarters before the night was over. “That’s... a key. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Exactly!” You beam brightly, opening up his hand and pressing the key into the middle of his palm. The grooves press into his skin, as if he’s holding the key to unlocking himself instead. It feels uncomfortable in his hand, but his fingers close around it on instinct. “It’s the key to my apartment. Next time, you can enter through the door, and not by less law-abiding means.”

He doesn’t tell you that he could unlock your door in a matter of seconds with the right tools. Instead, he only holds the key up, studying it wordlessly until your smile turns a little awkward. “Well, I mean, you don’t have to.” You tack on hurriedly, reaching to pluck the key from his grasp. To your surprise, however, he pulls the key out of your reach before you can so much as touch it, tucking it in the pocket of his pants.

“Your security is shitty anyway.” He says, before turning over so that you can’t see his face. Pouting a little, you stick out your tongue at him behind his back before you rise to your feet, intending to get him a blanket so that he can spend the night. Just as you’re about to step into your bedroom, however, his words stop you in your tracks.

“What do you want?”

You tilt your head back to look at him in confusion. “What do I want...?”

He glances up at you slightly, silver hair falling into icy blue eyes that seem to have just thawed ever so slightly. “For supper, you dolt.”

“Oh.” You say, and then suddenly you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. “Fried chicken.”

“So basic.” He mutters under his breath, but you only smile and throw a blanket over him.

“Goodnight, Helios.”

When you wake up the next morning, he’s already gone.

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The Suicide Squad: What’s Next for Harley Quinn in the DCEU?

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This article contains major spoilers for The Suicide Squad. We have a spoiler free review here.

The Suicide Squad might just be the best DCEU movie yet. Not only is it a sterling ensemble piece about the horrors of American imperialism but it’s also the world’s weirdest buddy comedy. And in a film full of stunning performances–Idris Elba, David Dastmalchian, and Daniela Melchior please stand up–we got another killer turn from Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn. 

After kicking all kinds of ass in Birds of Prey, the Mistress of Mischief is back and better than ever. This is a truly emancipated Harley, one who hates the Joker, will kill an abusive man in a second, and who plays a huge part in saving the day after choking out a man with her thighs, of course. 

While Robbie has said she has “no current plans to reprise the role” after The Suicide Squad, we couldn’t help but think of where the DCEU’s most badass and brutal on-screen anti-hero has been and where she could go next. Thanks to the comics, cartoons, and imagination of those at DC Comics, we’ve got plenty to draw on. 

Let’s start with where Harley has been to see how it impacts her potential future…

Before the DCEU

Harley began her career in the beloved Batman: The Animated Series cartoon as a one-time henchwoman for the Joker. But that quickly changed and she soon became a core part of the show, and not long after became a fan fave character in the comic book universe. 

This iteration of Quinn was a huge influence on James Gunn in bringing her to The Suicide Squad and might explain that unforgettable animated sequence as she escapes from the palatial prison of Corto Maltese. 

It’s also important to note as until The Suicide Squad her most popular contemporary iteration was once again in a cartoon, but this time it was the DC Universe turned HBO Max smash hit adult animation series that bears her name. 

Harley Quinn in 2016’s Suicide Squad

While David Ayer’s Suicide Squad might not have been for everyone–apparently including Ayer himself–one thing stood out: Robbie as Harley Quinn. While she was mostly sexualized and used as eye candy, Robbie gave Harley depth, humor, and heart. It was the standout performance and is a huge part of why the DCEU version is so popular today. While it’s great to see Harley’s growth, we have to mention the movie where Robbie made her debut. 

Birds of Prey

Cathy Yan’s brilliant Birds of Prey let Robbie go wild with her take on Harley. This was the action heavy R-rated take that fans wanted to see. With a predominantly female creative team behind it, the film eschewed the male gaze and misogyny that Harley has sometimes had to fight through. 

Here we saw a Harley who was freed from the Joker, had her own crew, her own incredible fashion sense, and even her own burgeoning moral code. Not only was this a badass outing for Harley but it feels tonally and aesthetically in tune with the route that James Gunn went in The Suicide Squad. The emancipation of Harley Quinn began here, long may it reign! 

The Suicide Squad Sets Up What’s Next for Harley Quinn

While it’s unclear where Robbie sees the character going next, we get a good feel for Harley and her new found freedom here. The world is her oyster. She has new allies–maybe even… friends?–and a magical javelin. Basically, anything can happen as she heads into the future. 

Poison Ivy

This seems like the clearest and most popular option for more Harley Quinn. 

While it looked like it might happen in the form of the now not happening Gotham City Sirens movie (which Suicide Squad director Ayer was once attached to), there’s still legs in this partnership which has been delighting fans for decades. In both the comics and cartoons her relationship with Poison Ivy has been a key part of Harley’s lore. While they began as friends, the canon has shifted to being on-again off-again romantic partners in all mediums. So we need to see that on screen in live action… SOON! 

It would be really easy to take the comedic action stylings of the HBO Max Harley Quinn series which saw the pair traverse the hard realities of love in Gotham and bring that to either a longer format series–which we’d love–or a movie. Just putting these two A-listers together would be a huge selling point and if they played into the queer romance it would make huge waves. 

“Trust me, I chew their ear off about it all the time,” Robbie recently told us when we asked about the possibility of adding a live action Poison Ivy to the DCEU. “They must be sick of hearing it, but I’m like, ‘Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy. Come on, let’s do it.’ I’m very keen to see a Harley-Poison Ivy relationship on screen. It’d be so fun. So I’ll keep pestering them. Don’t worry.”

If DC decided to go a little more dramatic they could take from the pair’s comic book canon. It would make a lot of sense to explore Harley’s love life post the Joker as both of her most recent DCEU appearances have made note to mention his negative impact on her life. 

During the 2013 Harley Quinn comic series fans got to see the pair finally become official as Harley came to terms with her abusive relationship with the Joker. An easy route for the DCEU to take–either seriously or more comedically–would be to make Harley and Ivy a sort of Thelma and Louise of the DCEU, a couple of cool gals against the world… and if they have their “daughter” Cass Cain with them too we’d be very happy. 

While they broke up in the official DC Comics continuity, they are currently getting back together in Harley Quinn: The Animated Series – The Eat, Bang, Kill Tour. The hilarious sequel to the cartoon expands on their romance and plays into that more humorous angle. But simply the fact that the pair are together again in the comics means that there’s even more canon to take from here. 

Female Furies 

In spite of the sad news that Ava DuVernay’s New Gods movie is no longer in production, we might have found a silver lining. In recent years Harley has faced down against Granny Goodness and even joined her Female Furies. This has happened in both the ongoing Harley Quinn comics series and the DC Universe cartoon. It’s a really cool and out there idea for the character in the DCEU, and could be a cool way to introduce the more cosmic aspects of the universe through the lens of one of the world’s most popular comics characters. 

It would be pretty easy to do a Female Furies movie or TV show where Harley is enlisted into Apokolips’ hardcore squad of warriors. There’d be an exceedingly fun fish out of water element as well as the potential to do something totally different than we’ve seen before. 

There’s also the option to emulate the Harley Quinn TV series and follow Harley as she seeks out Granny Goodness in order to gain the nefarious power of the Motherbox, which would obviously go wrong pretty quickly. While we’ve seen elements touched on in Zack Snyder’s Justice League, DC isn’t afraid of reimagining things regularly and we’d love to see Harley on an epic cosmic adventure with Darkseid on her heels! 

Another HBO Max Spinoff? 

If the villainous Peacemaker is getting his own HBO Max show, why shouldn’t Harley? And there are a ton of incredible routes the series could go. The most obvious right now would be continuing the Harley we see in The Suicide Squad. 

Seeing as Rick Flag and Harley were clearly close, it would be very easy to intertwine the Harley show and the Peacemaker series. What if while Peacemaker was trying to “save the world,” Harley and potentially Bloodsport–he served with Rick and clearly cared about him–were hunting him down in their own series? That would be a pretty smart way to expand the radical world of The Suicide Squad while giving Robbie far more space to play with the character she’s long defined. 

Ever since Birds of Prey, fans have been wishing for a Black Canary or Harley-focused spinoff. With Peacemaker setting the precedent for solo DCEU shows, this could be another great route. We’d love to see the return of Ella Jay Basco as Cass Cain or even the return of Rosie Perez as Renee Montoya. This is a little more of an outlier but the gritty crime movie tone of Birds of Prey really fits into the current DCEU and HBO Max vibe. And in our real dreams, Cathy Yan would get the Gunn treatment and direct. 

Batgirl

We’re finishing off with what is currently the most likely of our options. The upcoming HBO Max Batgirl movie is penned by Christina Hodson. Hodson and Robbie have a close working relationship as the Bumblebee screenwriter also wrote Birds of Prey. There’s also the fact that Robbie is a huge supporter of female-led storytelling so bringing her clout and fan favorite character to Batgirl would do just that. It would be really cool to see Harley pop up here as either an antagonist or ally to Barbara Gordon. 

As this is going straight to HBO Max, there’s likely more freedom to play with canon and format. But with Robbie unsure of Harley’s future it could be more realistic to expect a brief cameo rather than a full on-screen Harley storyline when the movie hits the streamer down the line. 

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[exalok]

whaddup my dudes!!!

i am tired and wired and this means brain no writey but brain VERY focused on absolutely all the fic i have going on at once that aren’t prompts (prompts will be incoming, no worries dissociation anon)

and THAT means y’all get to hear about my many. many. MANY projects, or at least the ones that make my heart go pitter patter when i think of them

a few examples: demon!corvo and priest!daud with extra worldbuilding ; the naptime cuddles AU ; corvo doesn’t come to dunwall so jess and daud end up arranged-married for profit (more info..... under the readmore..... i’m gonna get rambly)

also feel free to ask questions, i love questions and they get me thinking even more in depth about the world and specific instances of characters and that is the entire POINT

LIKE OKAY SO MY BRAIN PRETTY MUCH CONTINUOUSLY THROWS IDEAS AT THE WALL AND ABOUT 95% OF THEM STICK BECAUSE I’M A HOARDING RAT BASTARD i love my ideas they are my precioussss

i might have about. 25 fic more or less active at the moment? which sounds like a reasonable number but those are the ones i have an actual plot for as well as the will to get them out into the world

let’s put aside the ones i have actually posted on tumblr or ao3 (teen!daud, domestic zombie apocalypse, bondageverse, knife!corvo) in favor of those you have either no or little idea exist. begin:

I MEAN OBVIOUSLY I MADE FANFIC OF MY OWN FANFIC or as i call it parallel/companion fic, because at some point in the past a prompter inspired me and i was deep in the prince!daud fic at the time and i thought what if high chaos. what if void monster corvo? what if horrifying yet human creature of the depths!!! what if EVERYTHING was TERRIBLE and daud killed corvo as a last ditch and vain attempt to get his people out of burrows’ clutches, and it all went to shit from there??? also they’re bound by marriage contract and the vagaries of magical intention and daud becomes corvo’s life battery, in essence, which you can imagine leads to a very unhealthy relationship i think it’s not spoilering much to tell you it does NOT end well, and i’ll be writing it as a sort of foil to low chaos prince!daud

i have quite a few high chaos fics actually. high chaos is depressing to play but the story outcomes are DELICIOUS and the degrading world and character motivations are a lot of fun to play around in

weirdly enough another one of these high chaos fics is the naptime cuddles AU!!! i won’t lie it’s the one i am currently on and i want to talk about it to everyone so bad constantly. in short, corvo doesn’t kill daud and the whalers because he’s trying to get out and currently too fucked up to fight, and when he doesn’t manage to save emily despite his best efforts he comes back to daud for some kind of symbolic execution. meanwhile thomas convinced daud to take a goddamn nap with him there because daud, despite his paranoia, does sleep better with people around, and this is entirely an excuse for semi-platonic daudthomascorvo cuddles in bed followed by whaler puppypiles when the gang catches on that this is a thing they can do now I LOVE PUPPYPILE WHALERS I LOVE NAPS I LOVE REDEMPTION THROUGH THE POWER OF RESTORATIVE SLEEP please i’m so tired and i can’t actually fall asleep next to people let me live my dream vicariously additionally: this will be my contribution to the absolutely wonderful whaler vineyard of old fanon

there is also what i feel should be a classic and ISN’T though a couple of fics were written around the concept and one in particular is /chef kiss, and the concept is: high chaos corvo meets low chaos corvo!!!!! i made it a threesome with daud because no one can stop me and i fucking LOVE the idea of daud ending up capable of telling them apart through tiny details even when high chaos corvo, bastard that he is, tries to impersonate low chaos corvo, who is a bastard in much more subtle ways and would probably be better at impersonating hc!c than the other way around but finds it distasteful; also i added intense body horror because that’s how i roll and there are eventual magical CONSEQUENCES to hc!c being in the low chaos world and regularly in contact with what is essentially his narrative double when he doesn’t belong there, probably ends in a tragically bittersweet way, i’m not completely clear on it yet though i do have ideas

and oh man......... the time travel corvo fic.... the one where high chaos corvo ends up in his own seven-year-old body........... fuck i hashed out so much of the general worldbuilding for that one and ended up going way too far and imagining a sequel like i always do where corvo learns how to walk universes and gathers people he cares about from places where he can actually save them from their eventual tragic futures and the dissolution of their timelines once the outsider is ousted from the void and a new void avatar is made and SHENANIGANS YO!!! SHENANIGANS AND CAMPING!!!! SELF-CROSSOVERS!!!!!!! I COULD HAVE HIM MEET HIMSELF IF HE HADN’T TRAVELED BACK I’M CRYING I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS

the one where corvo is a fae child is probably a lil bit high chaos though it isn’t determined yet, and he has all of these instincts with regards to possessing and exchange and deals, and assumptions as to how other people must work approximately the same, and he is so wrong. then there’s the really creepy bad touch possible sequel that i won’t get into unless someone specifically asks because it’s a lil bit much really

oh MAN oh SHIT speaking of bad touch there’s another dead dove do not eat one where i grabbed an entire handful of granny rags’ apparent fucking around with magical arrays and rune creation and general spellery and threw it at corvo post-interregnum and he sees “ghosts” and doesn’t understand what the FUCK is going on and things go really badly for him, and one ghost, soon the only ghost, is daud, and corvo doesn’t know if he’s real, if he’s seeing things, if he’s NOT seeing things but daud is some kind of void demon, if he is and also having psychotic breaks he doesn’t remember because he ends up with some hellish bruises, but the real daud is actually still out there just hiding out and corvo will eventually meet up with him and real daud will meet fake daud and even more shit will happen

god, the demon!corvo AU gets pretty fucked up as well if i remember right; corvo is both some dude with a wife and kid and the demon that inhabits him, jess is his wife and the demon that inhabits her (to be clear, separate characters but both based on either jess or corvo oh my GOD what if i switched the demons that would be amazing but no, calm down, maybe for a short what-if scenario that will inevitably turn into its own thing), daud is the overseer with the really good exorcism record trying to get the demons to fuck off except he thinks there’s only one of them and the other takes him by surprise; cue daud being hunted by that demon, furious that daud shattered his favorite pupil, and some revelations about what exactly lives inside the abbey and also under it

on a somewhat lighter note, the one where corvo never comes to dunwall (i think his mom gets sick and he doesn’t win the blade verbena at sixteen?) is also where jess keeps losing her royal protectors to assassination attempts because the first one was decent and died protecting her and the second one was decent and had an accident and people start believing there’s a curse on the position or a curse on her, and she’s like okay so how do i make sure i don’t die now that no one is willing to become my protector since it’s pretty much a death sentence, and she arranges a meeting with the best assassin in the city and suggests an alliance -- protection and some commission overview, all secret, versus funding and housing -- in the form of a marriage and daud ends up agreeing; then later duke abele visits and corvo is among his personal guard and he gets to meet the empress, and the assassin, and there are ot3 shenanigans

oh my GOD also the kids in karnaca AU. obviously. fuck you may have seen the (dis)armingly charmed notefic but this would be them meeting as actual kids, in karnaca, just tiny babies, daud recently kidnapped and corvo doing his best to make this cool older kid into his friend and also maybe hiding him from the people who want to train him to do Illegal Things, and there are dumb childish arguments and daud goes on the run to avoid capture and there is an exchange of letters that at one point stops and corvo is Devastated and there is a REUNION and they are ADORABLE but also INCREDIBLY STUPID, AS IS RIGHT AND CORRECT, and i don’t know what happens later but it gives me warm fuzzies okay

then i have a NUMBER of oneshots that are more or less plotted out, like the one where jess has a kind of groundhog day because Heart reasons but over months and starts out not quite remembering what happened in past attempts and OF COURSE it ends with royal ot3; and there’s the one where Daud becomes the Outsider and is very temporally confused and OF COURSE it ends with corvodaud who do you take me for (including Very Perplexing arguments where daud doesn’t know at what point in this relationship’s development he is and corvo is angry or very patient depending on where he accidentally time travels to, and i make some assumptions about the non-linearity of the void avatar’s existence); and there’s the one where corvo catches the plague and gets through kingsparrow to get emily out then to people he trusts, ie the curnows and sam beechworth, then crawls away to die, but daud finds him and sighs and rolls up his sleeves and sends whalers to the Tower and emily thinks the Tower is haunted then, when it becomes very clear the Tower is not, demands one of these assassins teach her how to stab a bitch; AND THERE’S THE ONE WHERE CORVO AND JESS ARE GHOSTS AND DAUD IS A REAL ESTATE AGENT AND THE WHALERS ARE THE KIDS HE TRIED TO HELP OUT AS A SOCIAL WORKER and yes it’s ot3 and yes he buys the ghost house and ends up being filmed by the whalers to do cooking videos and fancy knife tricks and asmr because his voice is insanely soothing when he’s not being ornery; oh fuck and there’s the one where i wrote an unrequited corvodaud prompt and my brain grabbed it, smelled it, and decided that corvo very reluctantly falling for daud was necessary to the health of my feelings, and there is at least one (1) sleeping beauty coma while corvo yells at the outsider about the Heart; also there’s the one where in D2 billie was evasive about the old guy living with her on her boat and em finds daud rather than sokolov in jindosh’s basement and they have long, emotional discussions; and for the character building hell of it one that would span the outsider’s beginnings and growth and how the void tries to welcome him in

okay........................ i think i’m done rambling now

i love fanfic y’all

#dishonored #writins #so many writins #gonna have me a nap now

[hchan]

(pt.1) ahahaha aww! :’> that’s so great to hear and no worries about when you get back to me ahaha we all got lots of other things on our hands i’m sure of! ^^ and AHHH!! a very happy birthday to him! ^^ I hope he and you and your family all had a great time celebrating together! :’) and I absolutely agree! All the joy and love going around is always a pleasure to be around ^^ And aw having a lot of your family owning farms sounds really lovely!

HIIIIIIIIIIII💖

(pt.2) There’s a lot of farms around where I live and seeing them whenever I’m commuting is really like, there’s something about them that makes my heart really warm if that makes sense! :’DAND AHH did I shadow write this bc 👀👀👀 THAT’S A BIG MOOD AHAHA I’m a big introvert myself as well and in a way I’m a bit thankful to have so much time away from things to kind of mentally recharge I suppose? LIKE HAHA don’t get me wrong I absolutely love my friends but I’m also a bit of a homebody as well

(pt.3) and in a way I’m a bit thankful to have so much time away from things to kind of mentally recharge I suppose? LIKE HAHA don’t get me wrong I absolutely love my friends but I’m also a bit of a homebody as well >< and!!!!! I’M AN INFP AND A SCORPIO AS WELL AHHhHhh??? what a coinky dink! I also just did a couple things to find out my life path number and it’s 4! (from what I’ve read about so far I can’t say it’s 100% accurate to myself though! ahaha maybe 50/50 😂I’ll definitely look into

(pt4) it a bit more though!)AHH ME TOO they’re kinda dangerous for me 👀 but I can definitely say that more about stationary stores! 😂😂😂 atm I’m not working on anything specific in particular but I’m an art student and so you can definitely say that craft stores are kind of a second home to me LOL but I was mainly just checking out different kinds of mediums I can add to my paint! ^^ I’m definitely a big window shopper so I didn’t make any purchases this time haha :’D And AHH I feel that!

(pt5) That’s definitely a hard decision! >< I remember being curious about when they were dropping their season’s greetings this year and they had literally dropped them later that day and i was like!!!!  👀 I stayed strong and held off for this year since I was saving up to buy both versions of pt.2 (which pleasantly arrived today woohoo!!) But OOF if they had released an nct 2020 season’s greetings...... consider my bank account empty LMAO And yes I love playing games! Ooh I’d say ac is

(pt6) definitely a favourite since I’ve been playing the series since I was a kid but hMM at the top of my head, I also really like botw, undertale, earthbound, maplestory and osu! ^^ hbu do you like any other games?  (and ooh if you ever get ac, feel more than welcome to add me! ^^ I’ll gift you some cute stuff on there hehe ^^) AND OOOOOH HORROR!!! horror’s a lot of fun! do you have any favourite horror movies? I can’t say I’ve watched a whole lot of horror recently (I actually watched Eli

(pt7) around Halloween and it was alright! Definitely worth a watch with the slow unravelling of everything! ^^) but my favourites would probably the two It movies! I’d also definitely recommend anything from A24! I haven’t watched a whole ton of horror from them other than Hereditary but they do have a pretty solid selection and from what I’ve seen from some of their non-horror titles, their film quality is just 👌👌 (I also watch this really great horror movie based youtube channel and they do

(pt8) mainly film summaries/reviews and they’re a lot of fun to watch since they do a lot of lesser known films too ^^) I’ve also been meaning to watch the original Suspiria movie! The cinematography in it is super beautiful 🥺 I’m also a big chill/r&b/lofi fan as well! 🥺 perhaps to go with your gift, I’ll also throw in a playlist of recs for you! ^^ and I’d absolutely love to hear some of your favourites! Ahh absolutely! Cooking for others is always such a sweet gesture :’D also here’s a

(pt9) recipe for you! Unfortunately tumblr won’t let me send links but! if you google betty crocker cake mix crinkle cookies, it should be the first result! It’s my go to recipe for everything whether it’s someone’s birthday, there’s an event going on at school or if I just feel like making something easy and sweet! There’s also only 4 ingredients (plus vanilla if you want but it’s not necessary) and you can use any flavor of cake mix or even add additional chocolate chips/fillings if you want! ^^

(pt10) I’ve tried it with red velvet cake mix and white chocolate as well as with vanilla cake mix and crushed oreos and they always come out super great! ^^ And aw that’s okay! :’))) What song drew you to them? Oof personally I feel like an nct granny LOOOL I remember the day smrookies dropped jeno’s teaser photo and I thought he looked SO YOUNG (jokes on me tho bc I’m only about 6 months older than him HAHAHA) and yeah for sure!!! it’s so wholesome to see! ^-^ AND!!! absolutely xiaojun this era

(pt11) just.. let’s say he reALLY rode up my bias list in the shortest amount of time AHAHA and yesss 90s love was super cute! (my inner Canadian is thriving at the whole hockey concept LOOL) and AHH when everyone else joined in and theY ALL SANG FROM HOME TOGETHER I JUST- a single tear definitely escaped HAHA AND AHH OF COURSE Faded in my last song definitely takes the cake too and I’d say the same with Music, Dance and Deja Vu too!! Honestly their whole album is such a great time ahh :’) AND!!!

(pt12) AW I think you’re super fun too!!!!!! (AND SUPER SWEET??? I’M- I don’t know hOw many times I’ve had to stop myself from accidentally liking a post of yours (your gifs are lovely!) or following you BUT!!! expect a lot of that when I reveal myself LMAO) :’>>>> fjghdkjhfg Talky squad! ^^ And that’s great to hear!!!! My heart stOPPED when I sent each one bc tumblr didn’t give me the mssg that they sent and I FREAKED OUT AHAHAHA and that’s great to hear! and aw that’s really sweet that you guys

(pt13) got to chat! And thank you! My day is going quite okay thanks! a little downside is that my work contacted me this morning and said there were a couple positive cases at one of my job sites when I worked a couple weeks ago so at the moment I’m chilling in my room for the next few days just in case. I’ve been feeling just fine so I’m hoping all will be well soon! On the positive side, my albums arrived today and I pulled a Xiaojun pc and died aHAHA and I’m really loving all the freebies

(pt14) that came with it! Stickers are always a delight to get :’)) (even tho I’m usually too scared to use them! xD) I also got a chance to talk to some kind people at work and that’s always nice! ^^ and aw that’s so great :’000 i’m really happy you guys had a great time and got to eat yummy food!!!!! Here’s also a burning question for you! Do you possibly have a favourite hyuck era? Asking for research purposes ofc hehe 👀👀👀

(pt15) hope your day is going swell so far! p.s. will try my best to keep these a bit shorter bc i can only send 5 asks per hr :’o + also you're an infinite fan aaa!!!!! i used to be a big fan back in the day hehe - ss☃️🎄

Thank you!!! we did have a great time :>

Farms are fun, I just love spending time away from the city sometimes hahaha KJFNDVKJDNK yes, I honestly am ok with being at home for long periods of time (huge homebody here), but it’s been a year already and I just want to go out and sit under the sun for a few minutes HAHAHAH (for a few minutes only bc I usually can’t stand being directly under the sun OTL) 

OOOOHHH INFP Scorpio twins eheheh, when’s your birthday??? must have been recently so I’m wishing you a late happy birthday💕 and yes, I need to look a bit more into numerology as well because I have no idea what my number means fdkjndfk. 

OMG!!! an art student!!! That’s so cool :< I hope I get to see some of your art after the event! eheheh. What’s your favorite medium? Favorite thing to draw/paint? :) 

I was so curious too!!! I loved NCT Dream’s Season’s Greetings concept last year! and I don’t have any NCT merchandise so I just jumped in for it this year kjdfnkdvfk I liked both concepts but I decided to get 127′s! BOTH VERSIONS OF PT.2!!! EXCITING! Whic PCs did you get??? (Also who is (are) your bias(es)??? omg dkfjnfvkjd) !!!!!!! I absolutely love botw too!! and I play osu as well :D but lately I’ve just been playing Genshin Impact and Overwatch! (OMGGG  I’ll definitely let you know if I do!!!) 

I know Hereditary!!! I haven’t watched it yet! but I have watched The Witch from A24 and it was really interesting! (which youtube channel? o: I love watching movie analysis videos!!) LKFDNKFDMFL and yes, please, I love getting songs recs, discovering new music is so fun! I’ll share here some songs that I’ve been listening to a lot lately!:

Nlve x Sam Kim — Like a Fool

DPR LIVE — Jam & Butterfly

SOLE — haPPiness

eaJ x Seori — It just is

eaJ x keshi — Pillows

Woosung — Face

OMG I just watched a video that showed similar looking cookies!!! they look so yummy! I’ll save this recipe and maybe I’ll try to bake some for Christmas eheheh thank you!!!!

I knew of NCT since their debut but AHAHAHA you see, I felt a bit funny because I’m older than many members JKFNDJK so I avoided them until around Superhuman/Boom when some friends exposed me to their music during a trip we made for a Got7 concert, a week with them was enough for me to go back home straight to search more about NCT, and here I am now : D 

AND YESSSS when they all joined to sing From Home on the stage :((( I’m also about to cry each time I watch the  MV for the rearranged version KJNVFNKD (omg!! I’ve always wanted to go to Canada! I can imagine the hockey concept was exciting ahahah) but yeah! I absolutely agree, love love LOVE the album!

Awww :< <3 that’s SO relatable LMAO I was just saying to my friends the other day “don’t you sometimes get the urge to like your own anon on you event person’s blog????” AHAHAH thank you for thinking my gifs are lovely;; I just started giffing this year and it’s been really fun so far :D 

Oh god :(( I hope you’re okay! that sounds a bit scary;; please take care :< but I’m glad that your albums got there and that you got to talk to nice at work! (stickers are always great!!! yes!! though I tend to save them and never use them as well ahahah)

FAVORITE ERA? god that’s a difficult question KJFNDVKJ well, my favorite Dream song is MFAL but I have no idea if it’s my favorite era...... I also really really really liked Superhuman (his silver hair????? gorgeous) so maybe those two would be the answer kjndfkdk and yes!!! I’ve been an Infinite fan since their debut! and Sunggyu was my bias until Haechan happened hahahah (I’ve been a kpop fan since around 2008 :        D hbu???) I think I asked here earlier but who’s your NCT bias/es?? o: are there any other kpop groups that you really like? :)

BIG EDIT: RIDIN’ ERA HAECHAN IS A BIG FAVORITE TOO his hair was at a beautiful length and that eyebrow piercing.............*cries*

Big edit 2: .......ridin’ is the favorite era, I stil like MFAL as a song more, but Ridin’ era haechan is......deadly

#Secret Santa anon🎄 #asks

[charsimatic]

All the super detailed questions for Faye please

YES. PLEASE. I am all for this!

My bby. 

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

“My name is Faye Elizabeth Ross. I’m not sure why my mom and dad chose my name, other than my mom liked fairies and my grandmother’s name was Elizabeth, for the middle name. I like it, though!”

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

“Uh…titles? I’m a daughter, sister, aunt, friend, fiance, and mother. Do those count?”

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

“I LOVED my childhood, most of it anyway. I remember my mom and dad taking me and my sisters to Six Flags one summer. I was maybe 3? 4? So I couldn’t ride all the big rides Mads and Jaymie were riding cause I wasn’t tall enough, and I was SO mad. So my dad put me up on his shoulders and took me to go get ice cream. We hid it from my sisters!

Everyone knows the bad memory, but if you want me to refresh it, the last thing I remember seeing is trees rushing up towards the window.”

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 

“My relationship with them was great. I have lots of memories where I was giggling and laughing and smiling, I was just an overall happy kid.”

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

“I have two older sisters, Madlaina and Jaymie. When we were kids, Mads and I didn’t get along AT ALL. I think it was the age difference. She tried to boss me around and I wouldn’t take it, and that would piss her off! She’s 11 years older than me. Jaymie and I have always gotten along. Jaymie was thrilled to have a little sister, and treated me more like a delicate baby doll and loved to play with me. I went to her for advice for everything. Since becoming adults, my relationship with Mads has gotten better, but she’s so busy with her career I hardly ever get to see her. We try to talk every day though!”

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

“I was pretty average, I think. I listened, but I got busted for talking. I got a detention for fighting another girl on the playground once, cause she called me a dumb blonde. I enjoyed it, and I did graduate high school, which was a challenge, because I had Sophia in my senior year. I decided not to go to college to focus on her, but now that I’m getting married and everything and will soon have FIVE kids to support rather than one, I’d like to go back to school for something.” 

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 

“I was pretty outgoing, so I made friends easily. Keeping them was harder, especially after the accident. They didn’t know what to say to me. Two of my friends stayed in my life for the long haul- my fiance, Freeman, and my best friend AND maid of honor, Braylee! The three of us hung out all the time as kids and have always been close. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 

“We had a dog growing up named Missy. She was a lab and the sweetest dog ever. She died when I was five, though, she was old. I now have a dog with my family.”

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

“I think so, my dog seems to love me! I also had an asshole cat, well, my sister did, who wouldn’t leave me alone when I lived with her. He was SO rude, but he loved me.”

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

“I LOVE children and I LOVE having children! While they drive me insane on a regular basis, they also bring me incredible joy and they are FUNNY.

I try to be as laid back as possible with my kids, but my anxiety has been bad lately with Freeman’s job, so I think that went out the window.”

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

“Nope.”

12. What is their favourite food? 

“Food in general. Especially right now. Pregnant with twins? I’ll eat anything you put in front of me.”

13. What is their least favourite food?

“KALE. Who in their right mind eats that stuff?”

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

“My mom’s tater tot casserole. She made it for all of us, usually on Sunday’s. All three of us have the recipe, I just haven’t had the chance to make it yet. It is SO. GOOD.”

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

“Eh…I’m getting better, since I have to cook for the kids most nights right now, whenever Freeman is on a job or working late. I used to absolutely suck at it.”

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 

“I don’t, really. Unless it’s deer things. I like deer.”

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

“When you have young kids, you have more photos than you know what to do with.”

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

“Romance, romance, pop and country, comedy and drama, romance, and eh, I don’t really play video games.”

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

“Horror. And rap. Enough said.”

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

“I LOVE musicals! I’ve made Freeman watch a few with me too! I’m always listening to music- when I’m cooking, cleaning, driving, whatever. And I dance. Badly. I make it a point to dance as terribly as I can. My kids hate it.”

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

“I was very quick to anger for a while, and sometimes, I still can be, but I’ve been actively trying to take a deep breath or walk away if I can until I’m not as angry anymore. I cry when I lose my temper and start screaming.”

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

“I playfully insult my sisters. I’ll call them bitch, asshole, stuff like that, but I really don’t like to actually insult people.”

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

“Next question. Sore subject.”

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

“I sleep okay now, but for a while after the incident I slept like absolute shit. I tossed and turned and had nightmares every night. Now, with two almost preteens, a toddler, and twins in my tummy? I sleep like the dead.

Also, I like to sleep on Freeman.” *Grins*

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

“I find a lot of things funny, and I think I have a pretty good sense of humor. I don’t know if I’m funny, but I make people laugh cause I can’t get through a joke or story without cracking myself up, and that makes other people laugh, so.”

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 

“I sing, dance, hum, smile, I get really loving and cuddly, too.”

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

“Uh, what doesn’t make me sad? You know those EVIL commercials they play to try and get you to donate to animal shelters? Water works. I don’t really hide it, unless it’s something big that I’m not ready to explain to my children. I get really mopey or irritable, and I get angry at myself for not being able to snap out of it.”

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

“Losing my family and children. It’s happened before and they had to give me a tranquilizer.”

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 

“Middle? I dunno. I try to help them if I can, or try to soothe their fears.”

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

“I do exercise. I gained a LOT of weight in the hospital and hated myself, and I’ve finally gotten to a place where I’m happy.”

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

“I don’t really drink, but I’ve gotten tipsy a couple times with Braylee over girls night.”

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

“I’m a mom, I dress like a mom!” *Laughs* “I try to find things that are 1- on sale, 2- cute, and 3- comfortable. Bonus if it can be easily washed because I’m clumsy and, again, I have a toddler.”

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

“Comfy granny panties if I’m lounging around the house or it’s shark week. Lacey when I’m uh…” *Clears throat* “I’ve also been known to wear Freeman’s boxers, but that sorta…drives him wild…so I have to be careful.”

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

“Slim but curvy. Curves came after kiddos. My dancer body is all but gone.”

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

“Guilty pleasure? Dance moms. Sorry not sorry, I’m sucked into the drama and I love critiquing the dances. Unguilty pleasure? Chocolate. Who doesn’t love chocolate?”

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

“GOODNESS no, I can’t sing. But I do still like to dance a bit, and bake.”

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

“I read every night before bed. I’ve been reading forever, so I read pretty quickly. I like fiction. I don’t really like poetry.”

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

“I wish I could sing! My niece, Emily, can sing, but she doesn’t plan on doing anything with it, which makes me sad. 

I admire truthfulness, kindness, and a soft heart. That’s hard to keep.”

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 

“Freeman and I leave each other little love letters all the time!”

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

“Coffee, and I drink it throughout the day because I’m trying to keep up with Caleb, organize the girls schedules, and get them to and from their sports and stuff. I just started driving again, it was a necessity.”

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

“My sexuality is Freeman!” *Giggles* “Look at him. That’s what I find attractive. He’s hot. He’s also incredibly loving and caring, hilarious, and a fantastic father to our children. He’s also..” *Breaths and blushes, fanning herself* “Amazing. In bed.”

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

“I want to raise my children to the best of my ability and make sure they’re healthy and happy. I would sacrifice anything for them. And my secret ambition? I’ve been thinking more and more of opening a cafe…”

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

“I believe in God. He’s saved me and my family quite a few times. I don’t…think anything of non-religious people? Believe whatever you’d like, it’s not harming me or anyone else.”

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 

“Season, summer. Weather, a good mix between sunny and rainy. I’m better in the heat, and I complain when it’s too cold!”

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 

“I don’t know how others see me. I hope they like what they see!”

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

“I just try to be myself and be approachable.”

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

“I don’t mind dressing up every now and then. It makes you feel good. Pretty. But I usually can’t wait to kick off my heels and curl up in my pjs as soon as we get home!”

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 

“I like having friends over, but I’ve never really been a party-er”

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

“A shirt of my mom’s and my dad’s watch. They’re both in my closet, in a safe.”

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

“Clothing for daytime and sleeping, shoes, sunglasses, chargers, first aid kit. And a book. And a sippy cup!”

#Faye Ross #Anonymous #Fayeman

[mmkelleywrites]

The Children of the Lake

    My daughter Dharma is six. She’s rowdy and fearless. Dauntless, even.  Since she’s been old enough to walk, she’s been drawn to the water. There’s one particular spot in the lake that she’s always been drawn to. We live in the woods on the edge of Lake Michigan. It’s a tiny, self sufficient commune that hardly anyone cares to know about. My great grandmother started her family here and we’re still here with a handful of others.

    Ever since the first time I took her down the bent trunk path with us, she’s been fascinated by that little corner cove of the lake. She would sit on the shore and stare intently at the still water of the early morning while I went through the motions of leaving a food offering, singing an old song and making sure the candles were all burning.  

My great grandmother started the tradition of leaving food, flowers and singing a song on the shore of the lake. She passed it down to my grandmother, then my mother, and eventually to me before passing. Every detail was specific and she was particular about execution.

In preparation, we gather fireflies, flowers and raspberries. We fast for three days, so that they do not smell food on us and become jealous. On the night of the offering, everything is carried to a particular cove in old wooden bowls. A cove that has a flat rock laying across two stumps at the edge of the murky water.

We wait for the fireflies to signal their lovers. Then we smear the fluorescence of their bellies on our faces. Squiggles to a child, wards and runes to an adult. They tell the drowned that the bearer is both there to help, but also not to be trifled with.

    Then the bowls are laid out. There's a pestle-like rock on the makeshift table, it's used to mash and mix the offerings in a third bowl. A splash of bourbon is added to help placate their restlessness. Once those preparations are  completed, the candles are lit and the song is sung.

“They need us,” grandma would remind me when my offering was disappointing or my song half hearted, “their mothers drowned them here. Their spirits need comfort.”

I was never into the whole spiritual aspect, though I did find the monthly chore to be cathartic.  After we lost  my great grandmother, it became my fondest memory and a tribute to her memory. It's been at least fifteen years since she passed, and I still make an offering at the lake shore right after the full moon.

I asked my mother once why she had the same birthmark as her mother. She gazed down at her navel and her breath left her chest. It seemed like a talk she'd been dreading for longer than she'd known me.

“We're special, Becca,” she said as she pointed to her left cheek, “All the women in our family end up with this mark eventually.”

“Isn't it a birthmark?” I questioned.     

“No, baby. We aren't born with this, but I have it. Granny Geneva had it, too.”

“What's it mean? How do we get it?” My young mind couldn't wrap itself around the idea.

Mom shrugged and thought for a moment, “Granny Geneva said it marks the sight. It's in our blood, it just waits until you need it, or it needs you.”

I must have looked puzzled in that long silence. I started to speak, but my mother hushed me. She smiled kindly and spoke softly, “No more, we can talk more after it happens. You'll understand it then, right now it's just useless words in your head.”

    I waited and waited, but my mark never came. After awhile I figured it was just her version of a Bible story for our hippie dippie pagan traditions. Eventually the task fell to me, tending to the spirits of the lake. After Dharma was born, my mother would look after her while I gave our sympathy to the lake babies. Eventually though she wasn't in a condition to watch her while I was out in the wilderness.

    Naturally, sometimes I had to bring Dharma with me. I would generally leave her up at the trail, within earshot, and be done around the time she lost interest in being there. One day, I was a little slow, she was a done a little early. She wandered down to the water before I even noticed.

I heard the sound of rocks being thrown into water, only, it sounded like I was hearing it from underwater myself. I looked over my shoulder first. No Dharma. I scoured the shoreline from the altar. There she was, hanging off a rock, staring into the dark water. Between the moon and the candles, I could faintly see dozens of little faces in the water peering back up to her.

    I scrambled down the steep bank to her, loose rocks skidded with me onto the smooth rock outcrop. I grabbed her shoulder and jerked her back. My eyes hadn’t lied, I could see them plain as day under the water’s glassy surface.  Definitely human, but the skin was blue and pulled too tight across the skull. The whites of their eyes were green with algae. They pressed their hands and faces against the water, like something in a horror film trying to climb through a mirror.

    The cold, still surface of the water held them back, though. They clawed at it with pruny, sharp fingers, muffled splashing sounds coming up from the lake. Some of them motioned to Dharma, as if to say, “Come on in! The water’s fiiiine!” She struggled against me, trying to join them. I leaned out over the ledge and barked the most powerful “No!” I could muster.

Their murky green eyes collectively widened. They turned and quickly returned to the muddy bottom. I caught a glance of curved slits like gills on the sides of their necks when they turned to retreat. I think my wards drove the point home, I could see the glow from the fireflies bellies in the water. I finished the ritual quickly and carried her home. She was absolutely entranced, determined to join those things. I fought into the night to keep her away from the lake.

“What’d you see in the water, sunshine bear?”

“When?” she asked, puzzled.

“Last night,” I pressed, “You kept trying to go to the lake.”

She looked at even more confused and shrugged, “I don’t remember being there.”

The next full moon rolled around faster than I’d have liked. I waited for Dharma to go to sleep before departing for my work. I floated through the ritual with muscle memory. The same one I’d performed hundreds of times. At the end, my stomach knotted and unease punched me in the gut. My eyes darted back and forth along the shore and further out into the dark. I couldn’t see them, but I felt like they were watching.

The sound of a knife across glass screeched through the woods. Small blue hands, scraping their razor like nails against the water’s still surface from below. The faces started coming close enough to the surface to see. They snarled green and black teeth at me, inching towards the shore. They jammed against the junction of the water and the gravelly shore, their heads deforming and squeezing into the tight space, those green eyes never leaving me. Their scraping and digging deformed the shore, making a pit at the water’s edge that let more of them pile in closer to me. I noticed the fading light of the firefly belly on my nose and ran.

I returned in the light the next day. The pit was still dug out right at the water’s edge. Claw marks were dug into the shore leading up to the altar. The bowl on the stone slab was licked so clean it was sparkling. I needed help.

“They aren’t human.” I blurted out to my mother.

“What?” she asked with a wavering voice.

“The things in the water, those aren’t human kids!”

She groaned to herself before answering, “They used to be, Bec. Over the years the spirits twisted, changed. They turned more… fishlike. Mom- your grandmother- thought it was the oppressive loneliness in the depths that made them that way.”

“Can I keep them in the water?”

“They’re just restless, they’ll be fine” she sighed.

“They wanted Dharma to come in with them!” I cried.

“It will be okay, just keep her from the water.”

The sound of knives being drug across the sheet metal roof of our little hippie hut. Knives tapping on the solar panels that gave us some modern amenities. On the windows. Scraping the outside of the mud and rock walls of our home. I ducked out and slowly peeked out of the corner of the window.

    They shambled on feet that weren’t quite feet, but weren’t quite flippers. Long toes, webbed deeper than a human’s, yet still recognizable as vaguely human. My heart nearly flew from my chest as one of them flung itself into the window by my face. It laughed hysterically, like a child watching cartoons for the first time. We covered the windows with curtains, blocked the entrances the best we could and hid until morning.

    Guests arrived that morning. Not a lot, just a single couple looking to unplug for the weekend. We ran them through the usual routine. Organic gardening, tending the bees, and checking our limb lines for catfish.  I was vigilant while we checked for catfish. One of the lines didn’t want to come up to the surface. I put on work gloves and pulled with all of my might. Eventually with some help from our guests, it started coming up. I started to worry that we may have fished up one of those things. In the end all that we had was a boot that was probably stuck on a submerged log. They didn’t notice the cuts in the glass, doors or walls of the commune’s structures. But I did.

    Their stay had been uneventful. A few days in I’d decided to go check on the cove, to see if there’d been anymore activity. It was like watching a cheap slasher flick. There they went, galloping completely naked in the dark into the lake. I wanted to yell for them, but I figured everything had been calm so they must have gone back to sleep. I started back down the trail when I heard a scream.

    “Stop grabbing my foot and trim your nails!” the girl shrieked.

    The man’s voice carried across the water, “I didn’t grab your feet.”

    He started to scream, but it was interrupted by his head being submerged. She started screaming again and flailed her arms in a flurry of water droplets trying to get to the shore as fast as she could. The man burst through the water’s surface and similarly battled his way sloppily to the beach. I ran down to check on them.  He was oddly calm; she was hysterical, for lack of a better word. His left leg was gone from the knee down. The flesh was tattered, tendons trailed across the beach from it like streamers.

    “Lets get him back to the commune, we can help him better there and get CareFlight out to get him.”

    I looked to the water to make sure we were clear. There they were, those green eyes staring at me as a handful of them tore into the limb like a turkey leg. They were at first taken aback by the sight of me up close. Then I realized I wasn’t warded.

“Lets go!” I barked as I grabbed his shoulders.

She stumbled and helped support his hips. Those things  were crawling and scratching at the shore again, like they were trying to dig out of the water. When we were back within shouting distance of the commune, she collapsed. I nearly dropped him onto her and yelled for help. She had a nasty gash on her leg that’d been bleeding pretty bad, too.

He survived. Neither of them saw the children. Shortly after they arrived at the hospital animal control showed up and searched for the presumed alligator that attacked the two of them. They searched into the afternoon the following day by boat. When they pulled their boat out, they didn’t notice the gashes in the wooden hull.

After animal control was gone, we started hearing a noise around dusk. It was something halfway between a frog’s croak and man yawning. It quickly formed into a melody, with more voices joining in the longer it went. The melody itself was haunting; it seemed to suck us into its rises and falls. The only thing I can relate the tone to is children singing the words to a song they don't actually know.

Something burned inside of me and I shook free of the stupor. I ran out, shaking everyone out of it. They were shambling absentmindedly to the lake. Dharma. I couldn’t find Dharma. I already knew. I knew who the song was for, maybe she was why they had been so active. I ran for the trail; she’d go to the cove with the altar.

She waddled down the trail. I shook her. I yelled her name. I even tried scooping her up, but she just wiggled and slid out of my arms without a minute acknowledgment of my presence. I ran in front of her. There they were on the shore, in the water, everywhere. They grinned with their black and green teeth as they sang louder.

“Cut the shit!” I yelled.

They ignored me, then I realized why. I was unprotected. Dharma was getting close to the shore. I ran up and punched one of them. Wet, squishy. It didn’t even flinch. I ran back again, this time trying to push Dharma back up the gravelly shore. She pushed me towards the water, unphased as the cacophony urged her on.

I looked over my shoulder, and there was a shadow just under the surface. It was something much bigger than a child. Awestruck, I turned around and tried to make out what it was, but it was too far out for me to make out any detail. It inched towards the shore. As it got closer I could see it pushing up against the surface of the water. The sound of glass splintering echoed across the flat surface of the lake.

My body started to panic, my brain couldn’t process what was happening. The thing that surfaced reminded me of a manatee at first. Scarred, with barnacles dug into its flesh. But it had hair on its head, matted and long, tangled with plant matter. Its face was vaguely human, its voice gruff and distorted as it called out from the middle of the cove.

“Come join us, my new child…”

I learned, in that moment, what it meant to have a fire inside of you. I screamed with pure, unadulterated rage. A bright green light washed over the cove, lighting up the water, the shore, and the things that were trying to take my Dharma. They recoiled back, but the big thing in the water stood its ground. I roared again; this time the green light crumbled some of the childish things that were too near me. My reflection in the water told me all I needed to know. The firefly wards burned bright green on my face. A burning V had overtaken my left cheek and ran over my left eye.

“I said *fuck off*!” I wailed, sending a green shockwave that disintegrated more of the singing things. A tree’s trunk cracked behind me from the force.

Then they all went silent and slipped into the water without so much as a splash. I checked my other side. There was Dharma, right at the edge of the water.

Her toes touched the glass like surface. The cold, dark water shocked her into awareness.

I tried to reach for her. I grabbed a handful of her curly locks. I saw those scaley, half-fin, half-human little hands shoot up and grab her ankle. They ripped her from this world.

Not a sound, not a splash. Just gone. Gone into the abyss.

I collapsed, a thick wad of her curls in my hand. The manatee creature still where it was. It gave me a nod of acknowledgment. Then it grinned and gave me a wink before swishing back to the depths of the lake.

I still perform the ritual. I don’t hurry anymore; the runes are there when they need to be. I stay and I watch. I watch little Dharma come up and partake the offering. She isn’t changing into one of them yet. I think it’s because I’m keeping her from being lonely. This V on my cheek hasn’t faded, so I guess it was finally my time.

#horror #short story #fiction #witch #creepypasta #nosleep #scary #creepy

[dvrksiider]

multiples of 3 for the OC questions

Super detailed questions about your OCs || Not Accepting (thx nida :p) 

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3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

Main Verse: Nyla had an average childhood. Not necessarily good or bad (I don’t know if neutral is the best word here). The few fond memories were her warrior training before her Force sensitivity kicked in at full throttle. 

Light Side Au: Corryn feels she had a good childhood. Of course it was difficult for her because of her sensory overload and the intense training she began as a little kid. She fondly remembers spending time with her mother and father and how proud they were of her. 

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Main Verse: She kept to herself and was distant. During her short time at the praxeum, she made very little friends. She was a bright kid with a lot of potential but the sensory disorder combined with her Force connection made her learning environment toxic and agonizing. Nyla finished her training with Snoke; out of her 17 years of training, 14 years were dedicated to darkness. During this time Nyla learned the ins and outs of pain, what made people tick and how a person could be broken. She also discovered she had a knack for Sith Alchemy.

Light Side Au: Corryn was shy and distant at first before finally feeling comfortable enough around the other students. She grew to love the academy as well as Luke and most of her peers. Before her 18th birthday, she went to Coruscant to start her sentinel training where they were busy restoring the Jedi Archives. Corryn stopped her training for a year once she discovered the praxeum had been destroyed. After that, she went back to Coruscant for another two years to study under her second master. She studied the old Jedi texts in great detail and learned how to strengthen and maintain control of her connection to the Force.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

Main Verse: Nyla is mean so therefore animals are like “uh no way.” She doesn’t particularly care for them either. There’s probably an unspoken agreement between her and creatures of the galaxy which involves both parties staying out of the other’s way. 

Light Side Au: Corryn loves animals. Most animals seem to like her as well. She helped Mara Eclipse take care of a smuggled Porg and the little guy has now won just about everyone’s heart around base. (eron wants to eat him??!! but he’s a good boi!!) 

 12. What is their favourite food? 

Main Verse: Traditional Mandalorian dishes. Whatever will give her the strength and nutrients needed to ensure her survival. Alcohol is nice too. 

Light Side Au: Corry loves meat ( a la Sokka), but really give this girl anything. She has a crazy metabolism and is a bottomless pit. 

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

Main Verse: Nyla could survive on her own if need be, but because she’s aligned with the Order, she usually does not make her own meals unless away from her regiment or on some solo mission. In short she is adequate. 

Light Side Au: Corryn can cook decently. She’s actually better at baking and likes to surprise her friends and fellow Resistance members with something sweet every now and then. Most people would say she can make a good enough meal. 

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Main Verse: (gonna sound edgy but...) everything dark and macabre honestly. In a modern setting, Nyla would be all into horror and the supernatural.

Light Side Au: Corry enjoys action, adventure, mystery and comedy. She would be a fan of classic NES games and other pop culture phenomenon. 

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Main Verse: Yes and no. Nyla’s secret is that she’s always seething. Unlike another dark sider, she’s gotten very good at masking it and keeping it under control. Nyla understands that there is a time and place for such anger- too much freedom will turn her into a loose canon. So in her right mind she is very selective about when and how she displays her anger. When she is angered enough, nothing is off limits; no words, no actions. The juxtaposition between her level persona and her rage induced state is incredible. It makes her all the more terrifying. 

Light Side Au: Corry can get a bit of a temper now and again. It’s nothing like that of her dark side self, but it can still be destructive in its own right. She’s been known to dig deep and say things that she knows will shut others up; ie something that might negatively resonate with someone. As she’s continuing to grow and learn, she’s always trying to develop more patience and finding healthier ways to express her anger. 

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Main Verse: Nyla only sleeps when it is required. (kinda like Leo Di Vinci) She has her own unique circadian rhythm. Some periods of time she gets adequate sleep. Other times she’s awake for days. Nyla’s silent breathing can be heard if listened closely, she prefers some level of comfort so a mattress in between soft and hard. 

Light Side Au: Depending on what’s going on in the Resistance determines Corry’s sleeping habits. She could be well rested some nights and then running on two-four hours other nights; nothing a good cup or twelve of caf can’t fix. She totally snores (nothing loud just noticeable. Mara can attest to it) and because of her sensory thing she likes soft things

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Main Verse: The last time Nyla cried was when she was 10. So...I mean. As an adult, she doesn’t feel or experience sorrow the same way as she did in her youth. Things are just repressed before they can even be processed in real time. 

Light Side Au: The thought of never reuniting with her parents makes her sad. The thought of losing the war against the First Order makes her sad. The possibility of her friends and comrades dying makes her sad. Corry just feels a lot, okay? And while she’s not overly emotional, she will cry if she’s worked up enough and at that point she doesn’t care if people are around. She gets quiet and distant when she’s sad.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Main Verse: Nyla exercises pretty regularly (when she’s not in the middle of a mission that is). She’s very focused pre-work out and likes to tune out most things. She focuses only on herself and improvement. After work out, she’s calmer than usual and almost in a bit of a daze.

Light Side Au: Corryn tries to exercise regularly, but sometimes other things come up that are more important. She tries to be happy and positive before working out so she doesn’t give up halfway due to effort. Post work out, she’s tired and needs a shower and a nap tbh.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Main Verse: Nyla wears bikini style and sometimes hipsters. 

Light Side Au: Corry wears hipsters and boyshorts most of the time. O my god corry you so gay

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Main Verse: Well Nyla is good at murder. Not sure if that’s a hobby exactly...she is an exceptional duelist (her warrior training on Mandalore helped prepare her for this). She is also a very gifted psychometrist and performer of other dark Force powers; force storm, drain knowledge, memory walk, etc. I would pay to see Nyla sing. 

Light Side Au: Corryn is good at absorbing a lot of information in a small period of time. She is skilled with her lightsaber as well as Light side Force powers; battle meditation, Force concealment, Force protection, etc. Corryn isn’t a bad singer, of course when she’s drunk it is truly a spectacle. When sober she can carry a tune. 

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 

Main Verse: Nyla prefers holo messages. Gets the point across much faster and usually more effective (her methods are beyond brutal). 

Light Side Au: Corryn prefers letters because they are more personal. Growing up, she did her best to preserve her writing so she would never forget her mother tongue. 

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Main Verse: Nyla wants power and control and she’s willing sacrifice her humanity for it. Her secret ambition is to kill her dark side master and take his place. But beyond that, Nyla desires to extend her reach beyond the First Order and to become the most powerful and formidable entity in the galaxy. 

Light Side Au: Corryn wants to become a self actualized Jedi Knight (grey jedi later). She would sacrifice herself for the Resistance and for her friends. It’s not a secret ambition, but Leia is currently helping her rise the military ranks so that she can become a well respected leader and teacher. 

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 

Main Verse: People see Nyla as cruel, evil and diabolical. She can’t exactly dispute any of it and quite frankly she doesn’t care. She knows what she is and she revels in the darkness. 

Light Side Au: Most people think Corryn is a sweet girl determined to do the right thing. Sometimes she has self doubt but then she is reminded of who she is by result of her actions and feedback from those she fights alongside. 

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 

Main Verse: Nyla would rather not. She only attends gatherings because it is expected from someone of her position. It’s all political and even she must save face and play along with the hierarchy of the Order. 

Light Side Au: Corryn enjoys smaller parties because too much going on overloads her senses. If it’s with people she likes and trusts then she’s bound to let loose and have a great time. If the party is huge then the poor kid becomes a wallflower. 

#erranston #oc questions #omg so man quenchons #nida we are even now lolololo #oh man i'm putting these under a read more because it's a lot and i get wordy af #sorry guys #XD #errantson

[pompadorkery]

1 - 50 for my boi Reed!

*sob* this took so long1. What’s their full name? Why wasthat chosen? Does it mean anything?

-Reed Surudoi.  (he came to me in adream, and Reed was his name in that. So I just made a last name forhim lol). Reed means red, or red haired. Surudoi means sharp orpointed2. Do they have any titles? How did they getthem? -Nah, he doesn't have any special titles or anything.He's not a hero, so he doesn't have an alias.

3. Did they have a good childhood?What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? -Hehad a pretty good childhood. His family traveled around a bit, seeingas his parents were from different countries. So to visit otherfamily members, they'd have to go long distances on planes andwhatnot. He did get bullied a bit as a kid though, getting calledthings like 'Kitty', which he hates.

4. What is their relationship withtheir parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did theyknow both parents? -He has a pretty normal relationship withhis parents. He was particularly close with his mother when he waslittle. He likes to tease his dad for being a total dweeb and a furrylol. He really enjoys the memories of when his mom would groomhis hair~5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names?What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changedsince they were kids to adults? -Nope, no siblings.6.What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish?What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did theyenjoy? Which did they hate? -He's very good at school, and hereally enjoys it. Academics are very important to him. He wants to goto college, but hasn't really decided what he wants to be yet. Heenjoys most subjects, and doesn't really have a least favorite. He'spretty good at math though.7. Did they have lots of friendsas a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends intoadulthood? -He had a small friend group. Reed can come off asaloof sometimes, so it was hard for him to make friends. That, andhe'd focus mostly on his studies. 8. Did they have pets as achild? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? -Hedoesn't have any pets, and doesn't really care about having one. Hefeels like it'd be weird for him, seeing as his mom is a giantcat.9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well withanimals? -Animals like him a lot actually. He can'tnecessarily “talk” to them, but he feels like he understandsthem, and they understand him. 10. Do they like children? Dochildren like them? Do they have or want any children? What wouldthey be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? -Hedoesn't really think about kids much. Children do enjoy his paws, andplaying with his toe beans. He's a softy and lets them do it. He'sundecided about kids. He doesn't really care either way. Having afamily is the last thing on his mind.

11. Do they have any special dietrequirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? -Hedoesn't have any special requirements, or allergies, but too muchdairy will give him a tummy ache lol. 12. What is theirfavourite food? -Fish. Any kind of fish. 13. What istheir least favourite food? -Sour things, like lemons orlimes.

14. Do they have any specificmemories of food/a restaurant/meal? -Not particularly. 15.Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think oftheir cooking? -He's okay at cooking. He can get along justfine on his own. He's not some super stellar chef, but he knows howto not burn stuff at least.16. Do they collect anything? Whatdo they do with it? Where do they keep it? -He doesn'tactively collect it, but he does have quite a few plush cats thatpeople have given to him. He's too nice to refuse them, so he keepsthem. He usually just lets them hang out on his bed. 17. Dothey like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of?Selfies? What do they do with their photos? -He's whateverabout pictures and getting his picture taken. He'll allow it, hemight not smile though. He wears a blank expression most of the time,so as long as someone isn't nagging him to smile, he's fine. He takesthe normal amount of selfies one would expect from a nerdy teenageboy.18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tvshows, films, video games and anything else -He likeseducational stuff. Documentaries, true stories, all that. Pretty muchanything non-fiction. Though, he also really loves fantasy novels. 19. What’s their least favourite genres? -Horror. Hegets spooked too easily. 20. Do they like musicals? Music ingeneral? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? -Hewill cut a bitch if someone tries to make him watch “CATS”. Withmusic though, he likes stuff without lyrics that's good for studying.He's just a gentle head bobbing kind of guy with music.21. Dothey have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they dolose their temper? -He doesn't have too bad of a temper.He'll get snarky, sure, but he never completely blows. He'slevel-headed. If he does get mad though, prepare for somehissing.22. What are their favourite insults to use? What dothey insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’sback? -He normally doesn't have the time for insults. He justdoesn't care enough. Which might be an insult in itself. He'll justtotally brush off and ignore people he doesn't like.23.Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they goodwith names? Or faces? -He's got a great memory. The only timehe forgets things, is when he's focused on something else, he has topush other things from his head. 24. What is their sleepingpattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft orhard mattress? -He's a fairly light sleeper. His senses arevery alert, so sounds wake him easily. He doesn't snore, but he doespurr in his sleep sometimes. He likes a very cushy softmattress.25. What do they find funny? Do they have a goodsense of humour? Are they funny themselves? -He doesn't jokearound too much. Its not that he doesn't appreciate humor, he justdoesn't outwardly show it. He's not all that funny, and he doesn'ttry to be. If he IS founds funny, its unintentional.26. Howdo they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or dothey hide their emotions? -When he's happy, he purrs. And ifhe's feeling really good and comfortable, he'll even knead his paws.He tries to hide this. He doesn't like people knowing about  thesecat-like tendencies.27. What makes them sad? Do they cryregularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they aresad? -He doesn't have much he's sad about. The thing thatgets him the most in the bullying he endures, but he's less sad, andmore annoyed with that. He's quiet when he's upset, and justmopes.28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scaresthem? How do they act when they’re scared? -He'soverwhelmingly afraid of failure. He doesn't want to be a loser. Hewas to be successful and have a good job. So, if he was unable toattend college, or if something happened and he got expelled, he'dfreak out quite a bit.

29. What do they do when they findout someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very overprotective? -He'd tease lightly, but never anything serious.If someone really got upset, he'd try to comfort and protect them.30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What dothey act like pre-work out and post-work out? -He doesn'treally actively exercise. He walks places, and will go for a runevery now and then, but never anything serious. He's naturallyathletic.31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? Whatare they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunkor hungover? Kind or teasing? -He doesn't drink, but might inthe future. He'd probably just let loose. He'd be sloppy and loud andwould love to do karaoke. Get him drunk, and he'll give in to prettymuch anything. (such as wearing cat ears willingly hahaha)32.What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from?Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep?Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? -He's veryboring. He normally just wears t-shirts and cropped pants. He can'twear shoes or socks, and long pants make him feel weird, so he cuffsthe bottom hem of everything. He normally just sleeps in pajama pantsand a tshirt or a sweater. He keeps his hair short, because whenit gets long, it gets super poofy and fluffy, and makes him look evenmore like a cat. 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers orbriefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? -He wears boxer-briefs.Usually in solid colors. Sometimes he'll dabble with patternsthough.34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Dothey like their body? -He's slim, athletic, tall. He normallystands at around 5'11 to 6'0. He's not super muscular, but is toned.He's fine with his body, he has no problems with it.35.What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguiltypleasure? -A guilty pleasure would be allowing himself to gocompletely cat like. He hates doing it, when other people are awareof it. But, on his own, he gets a kick out of pawing at somethingshiny. An unguilty pleasure would be allowing himself to go  tobed early instead of studying, or letting himself play a video game.36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Canthey sing? -He's good at academics, obviously, and he likesto read in his free time. He does enjoy going out and aboutoccassionally, and going to an arcade or something. He's not a greatsinger lol. He sounds like a dying cat. 37. Do they like toread? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictionalor non fiction? -Yep! He reads fast. Poetry doesn't reallyinterest him that much. He like reading about things that matterhahaa.38. What do they admire in others? What talents do theywish they had? -He wishes he had a more useful quirk. Hedoesn't mind what he has, but wishes it was better suited to herowork, cause he'd love to be a hero. He admires those that canovercome shortcomings.39. Do they like letters? Or preferemails/messaging? -He doesn't have a preference.40.Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can theynaturally stay awake and alert? -He's a very alert person,and can stay awake easily. He likes tea though, over coffee. 41.What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physicallyand mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? -Reedis demisexual. He doesn't look at someone and actively think aboutboinking, but if he formed a bond with them, those feelings mightgrow. Despite this, he doesn't have a problem being with someonephysically, even if he's not necessarily attracted to them. He knowsit feels good, so why not? He can find anything attractive. Forhim, personality matters more. He needs someone who can be hisfriend, before anything else. 42. What are their goals? Whatwould they sacrifice anything for? What is their secretambition? -Well, obviously, getting a good career. Secretly,he's studying and trying his damndest to push himself into the heroprogram. He really wants to help people, and he thinks it would be afun challenge.43. Are they religious? What do they think ofreligion? What do they think of religious people? What do they thinkof non religious people? -Nah. He doesn't really care. Eventhough his dad's quirk is literally based on Jesus-imagery. Heaccepts anyone, no matter their beliefs. 44. What is theirfavourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or theheat? What weather do they complain in the most? -He likeswarm weather, but not too hot. Without shoes, his paw pads can burnon hot pavement. But he loves sitting in the sun and warming himself.He'd probably even doze off. 45. How do other people seethem? Is it similar to how they see themselves? -Most peopleview him as a dork. He tries to be intimidating, but everyone knowshe's a softy. He's a big cinnamon roll deep down.46. Do theymake a good first impression? Does their first impression reflectthem accurately? How do they introduce themselves? -He'llstate his name and be very professional. Even with people his ownage, he acts very formal.47. How do they act in a formaloccasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancyparties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? -He'snot a fan of suits. He feels like a butler if he wears one. Plus, hedoesn't find them comfortable on his legs. He'll grin and bear it.But he doesn't really like fancy events.48. Do they enjoy anyparties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up?How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were draggedalong by a friend? -He'll go, if someone drags him along.And he'll enjoy it, but he'll be happy to be going home when it'sdone. He'd be terrible at planning a party, but he's willing to helpout someone else plan one.49. What is their most valuedobject? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to takeeverywhere with them? -He's not too sentimental. His mostvalued object would probably be his glasses. Cause he's got terriblevision without them. He has notebooks and stuff that are prettyimportant to him. He'd hate to lose all his notes for a class. 50.If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: whatwould they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

-He'd research the best things totake. He'd take a change of clothes, dress in layers, etc. He'd takehis phone and wallet, maybe a few books. Of course he'd take homeworkif he had any as well.

[happyk44]

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ONE HUNDRED FUCKING QUESTIONS

1.. what is you middle name?

Marie.

2. how old are you?

A number.

3. what is your birthday?

April 25th

4. what is your zodiac sign?

Taurus.

5. what is your favorite color?

BLUE.

6. what’s your lucky number?

Fuck, I don’t have my sheet in front of me rn but I’m confident there’s a 3 somewhere among it.

7. do you have any pets?

3 cats: Turbo (mine), Olive (my sister), Daisy (mom and dad)

8. where are you from?

BERMUDA.

9. how tall are you?

5 foot 2 and a quarter

10. what shoe size are you?

8 ½

11. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Currently?? 3. Sneakers, slip-ons (which I don’t wear now that the ground is wet all the time) and boots.

12. what was your last dream about?

Idk.

13. what talents do you have?

Idk again. Writing seems to be up there.

14. are you psychic in any way?

No.

15. favorite song?

Changes all the time but currently? Way Down Hadestown, Rewrite the Stars, This Is Me, The Greatest Show, Epic (Part 3), Chant, Riptide, Take Me to Church.

16. favorite movie?

Power Rangers

17. who would be your ideal partner?

Uh, idk. Someone who likes to cuddle, doesn’t mind being affectionate but can give space when needed and doesn’t let me fall back on my own shit. Someone who can make me smile just by thinking about them. Someone who I can talk to about the stuff I enjoy and who will talk about the stuff they like, even if they’re not common interests.

18. do you want children?

Not really.

19. do you want a church wedding?

No.

20. are you religious?

No, but my dad wishes (and probably thinks) I am.

21. have you ever been to the hospital?

YEP! Gotta love asthma attacks and chronic sickness :P

Also occassional visits to my papa (rip) when my granny would go on vacation and placed him in the hospital’s care for brief times because of his dementia.

22. have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Nope.

23. have you ever met any celebrities?

None that I’m aware of.

24. baths or showers?

Showers.

25. what color socks are you wearing?

Black.

26. have you ever been famous?

Nope.

27. would you like to be a big celebrity?

Mmm, not really. All that attention seems terrifying. But like, if I could be, celebrity enough that I’m well-known among people and get good wages doing whatever, then yes.

28. what type of music do you like?

All kinds. I have aversions to stuff that picks at my ears wrong or makes my heart beat too fast, though, so a lot of hard metal and soca wind up being out.

29. have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. I was a toddler. Clothing means nothing when you’re a baby and live in a hot-ass humid climate.

30. how many pillows do you sleep with?

3

31. what position do you usually sleep in?

On my side or on my stomach. I’ve been trying to sleep on my back lately though.

32. how big is your house?

Small.

33. what do you typically have for breakfast?

Cereal.

34. have you ever fired a gun?

To my knowledge, yes.

35. have you ever tried archery?

Yes.

36. favorite clean word?

Shiz :D

37. favorite swear word?

Fuck.

38. what’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

29ish hours? I stayed up one day to chat with a person who lived in Australia, wound up having to go to the store with my mom around 8 to get school clothes and crashed when we got back home about noon/one o’clock.

Though this month should raise that up higher given I have to be up for my exams starting at 9, stay up to catch my early morning flight the next day and stay up to catch my transfer flight and then keep staying up so I don’t crash through dinner and wake up at like one in the morning, like someone with jet lag. (Bermuda and Halifax are literally in the same time zone, I cannot do this to myself)

39. do you have any scars?

Yes. It stretches shortly on my forearm. I got it from an iron burn when I was about 12, I think?

40. have you ever had a secret admirer?

I think so?? If that’s what you’d call whoever keeps sending me those really sweet anons. :D

41. are you a good liar?

Sometimes.

42. are you a good judge of character?

I’d like to think so.

43. can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do a semi-decent Irish/Scottish accent from my years of obsessively watching Ronan Inish and a thicker, more prominent Bermudian accent, like what my granny or teachers would have.

44. do you have a strong accent?

I don’t personally think I have an accent. My mom is deaf, my dad is American and the kids and family I grew up around never really used the thick version of a Bermudian accent. 

45. what is your favorite accent?

I don’t know. I don’t think I have one? Mostly other accents are just the way people talk and if anything,  just amuse me. Like for example, my friend’s Bahamian accent kills me, especially when she starts chatting with her friends from Nassau and their accents start rolling out super thick to the point where you gotta really pay attention to zero in on their words.

But, in Bermuda you’re taught by literally anyone so accents are just?? a thing that exist. I don’t have a favourite.

46. what is your personality type?

MBTI wise, a split between INTJ & INTP. Other types? IDK.

47. what is your most expensive piece of clothing?

PFT, prolly my shoes? I don’t really buy clothes. Though if my cousin’s coat no longer fits by the time the cold really hits and I need to use it, it’ll probably be a winter coat.

48. can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. are you an innie or an outie?

Innie

50. left or right handed?

Right handed.

51. are you scared of spiders?

Small spiders? No.

Giant spiders? Yes.

Weird looking spiders? Only if they’re too close to me.

52. favorite food?

Pineapple pizza. Apple spice cake too, I guess??

53. favorite foreign food?

Chinese, please and thank you, hit me up with that sweet and sour chicken.

54. are you a clean or messy person?

I try to be clean but depression and lack of energy makes it difficult. But I keep myself as organized as I possibly can and use procrastination to keep stuff as well-put as I can.

55. most used phrased?

I don’t even know.

56. most used word?

I also do not know.

57. how long does it take for you to get ready?

Pft, 7 to 15 minutes to shower on average (depends on if I’m washing my hair or not), fives minutes for face and teeth, five minutes to dress and like three hours to actually get up to get ready. :P

58. do you have much of an ego?

I try very hard not to.

59. do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck.

60. do you talk to yourself?

I used to when I was younger. Still do sometimes.

61. do you sing to yourself?

I used to and then I realized that a) my self-improvised songs are terrible and b) I can’t sing.

62. are you a good singer?

My mom is deaf. My dad has hearing difficulties. My papa’s singing voice is a wail and my granny’s is shrill sadness.

I was not born into this world a lucky man.

63. biggest fear?

Demon clowns. Dying alone. Being alone forever. Not getting to say the things I want to say to people. That I’ll crash and burn before I graduate or sometime soon after.

64. are you a gossip?

No.

65. best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I dunno. The most dramatic movies I can remember tend to be war films based on true stories and I normally check out during that kind of stuff because thinking about the horrors of history and the fact that people suffered and died at the hands of people who still objectively exists freaks me out, sends me into a pit of misery until I combust within myself.

66. do you like long or short hair?

No preference for other people, short hair preference for myself. Currently, I’m growing it out so my friend can braid it then I’m gonna chop it back off when I get home in May.

67. can you name all 50 states of america?

If an American can’t do that, then what makes you think me, a Bermudian who’s only concern with the US is how it will affect me and my country and literally was over-relieved when I got dropped from a US history class, would ever know that.

Case in point, I spent most of my childhood assuming New Jersey was a city and only found out it wasn’t last year.

68. favorite school subject?

Accounting.

69. extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

70. have you ever been scuba diving?

No.

71. what makes you nervous?

Life.

72. are you scared of the dark?

Depends.

73. do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes. It really depends on the person and the situation.

74. are you ticklish?

Yes.

75. have you ever started a rumor?

No.

76. have you ever been in a position of authority?

No.

77. have you ever drank underage?

Unfortunately, I have? but not anything serious. Just a few sips I didn’t want to take three times throughout my life.

78. have you ever done drugs?

Aside from my prescribed and despite my friends’ best efforts, no.

79. who was your first real crush?

Vanessa Hudgens and whoever that boy who played Freddie from iCarly was.

80. how many piercings do you have?

None.

81. can you roll your rs?“

Yes!

82. how fast can you type?

Who knows??

83. how fast can you run?

I can’t.

84. what color is your hair?

Dark brown with a bunch of purple & pink in it.

85. what color is your eyes?

Brown.

86. what are you allergic to?

Severely allergic to dust mites and extremely irritated by pollen and highly perfumed scents. Which, as far as I’m concerned, means I’m allergic to the damn air.

87. do you keep a journal?

Used to. Don’t anymore.

88. what do your parents do?

My dad is an electrician. He does freelance work for people building houses on-island and my mom is a records management administrator at my bank.

89. do you like your age?

I guess?

90. what makes you angry?

Lots of things. I’m very prone to anger. It’s why the Hulk/Bruce Banner was my favourite superhero as a kid and still is.

91. do you like your own name?

Yes! I do actually really like my name, which sucks because sometimes I get upset or uncomfortable when people refer to me by it and why I like it when people call me Jay, but otherwise my birth name is just beautiful and I don’t think I’d ever be able to give it up.

That being said, I super love the name Jay and when I finally move out of my house and away from Bermuda, I want to try using it more socially rather than just online.

92. have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I don’t want babies.

93. do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Neither. I want another cat.

94. what are you strengths?

I write well, I can speak well and my pale as fuck skin doesn’t let people realize I’m mixed race so, like my friends point out, I get to skirt around the world, practically invisible and I like to work.

95. what are your weaknesses?

Procrastination, tendency to misery over small mistakes, tendency to blow up small things into large problems, tendency to feel abandoned by people who are not abandoning me, inability to properly fall asleep when I feel a lack of affection and touch in my life, inability to listen to people when they ramble on about things I don’t care about, inability to be upfront with how I feel towards my friends and how I feel they’re treating me, etc, etc, etc.

96. how did you get your name?

With my birthname, my mom picked it out from a book, I think?

With my preferred name,I was reading a book about a trans man called “I Am J” and when I got prompted about my name by a friend online, the name just popped into my head, felt immediately right and I used it and connected to it right away.

97. were your ancestors royalty?

I mean I doubt it but I WILL NEVER KNOW.

My mom is black! My dad is adopted! HOWEVER, FINDING OUT ANY ANYTHING ABOUT HER ANCESTRY IS MY MOM’S NUMBER ONE GOAL AND BELIEVE ME, ONCE SHE LEARNS THAT, I WILL LET Y’ALL KNOW.

98. do you have any scars?

Hasn’t this already been asked?

99. color of your bedspread?

Blue and white.

100. color of your room?

Dull green.

#yuuidankkuma #happy's asks #I WAS HOPING U WOULDN'T BC U WERE ON MOBILE AND SINCE I CAN'T FIND WHERE TO ASK PPL Q'S ON MOBILE #I WAS HOPING THAT THERE WAS NOT AN OPTION #U COULD LEGIT JUST SEND A RANDOM NUmBER BABE #THIS TOOK FOREVER #UR LUCKY I LIKE U

[secondstartotheright-imagines]

True Love’s Kiss is a Powerful Thing.

Request from @blackenedlips: Reader was cashier in Gold shop during curse and they became inseparable friends, despite his rep; during this, Gold confides in her, telling her about Belle and son. Thus, when curse broke and Rumple reunites with Belle, reader steps away and ignores her crush; he assumes it's because he's the dark one, but she didn't actually care. When TL kiss didn't work on Belle to get memory back, he realizes his feelings has changed -- reader is his true love. He confronts her, which is where you come in?

Gold x Reader

Words: 2,643 (I am sooo sorry! I got carried away!)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Gold had gone on his lunch break and given how picky he was with how he had his sandwich prepared at Granny’s diner it gave you the perfect amount of time to conceal yourself inside his shop properly. In all the time you had worked here you rarely went into the back of the shop, that was his domain, you much preferred it in the main area where you could speak to the customers that came in. You had made friends with many of the residents of Storybrooke but the owner of the shop you worked in, the man you were about to scare out of his wits, was the closest one you had made. It hadn’t been an expected friendship, not in the slightest, as you were two very different people but somehow you’d had a connection with the other from day one.

He didn’t have the best reputation but it never crossed your mind. You saw him differently….always had done.

As a mischievous smirk started to tug up on your lips you snuck into the back room, knowing that he wouldn’t expect for you to be in there, and hid yourself behind a rather odd-looking statue. You made a mental note to ask yourself what it was because right now it looked like something that would be the main focus of a horror film or something…..god you hoped he wouldn’t be too picky because the faster you got away from this thing the better. The way it made the hairs on your arms stand on end made you think that said horror movie was about to start playing out and you were the main protagonist in it.

The bell above the shop door sounded out, snapping you out of the rather anxious mindset you had started to head into.

“[y/n] are you in here?”

There was a hint of confusion in his words as he cautiously stepped through the shop and past the counter; it wasn’t like you to just disappear during a shift, not without mentioning something to him first. With a furrowed brow he settled the lunch he had bought for the two of you down onto the counter top where the register stood and wandered towards the curtain that separated the back room off from the shop floor.

“I really hope that this is one of yo-“

You didn’t wait long to jump out at him, in fact he had only just wrapped his fingers around the fabric of the curtain when you did it, but you didn’t make a sound until his body was completely in the room. Then, and only then, did you let out the loudest scream you could manage. Inevitably your sudden and unexpected action caused him to jump, a hand going directly for his chest as though to try and calm a racing heart, and when his mind finally caught up and allowed him to see that it was you a rather bemused look was thrown in your direction.

“[y/n] that was not funny.”

Maybe it wasn’t to him but for you the look that had been on his face for that first split second he had been quite genuinely terrified was the most amusing thing you had seen all week and despite an effort on your behalf to stop the laugh from erupting out of you that very sound soon filled the room as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled your friend into an apologetic hug.

“Sorry….I forgot that old men have weaker hearts….”

“Enough of the ‘old man’ you. I have a whole load of life left inside of me yet.”

Although the tone of his words sounded serious the smirk appearing on his lips said something else entirely as he returned the embrace you had pulled him into. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you nuzzled your head into his chest and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster than it would usually. This man was all you ever seemed to think about at the moment, yes you had your ups and downs just as anyone else did, but at the end of the day you always knew he would be there for you……even if he did get a little too protective sometimes. His actions weren’t always ones you could agree on but he had your back and you had his….and most importantly of all he also had your heart.

He just didn’t know that yet as you hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship you had by voicing your feelings and risking the chance that they may not be reciprocated. Without your friendship with him in your life this place would become rather miserable for you.

“I could have seen you as a threat [y/n], which means I could have hurt you, you remember our conversations yes?”

With a playful roll of your eyes you pulled away from him and made your way into the shop. He really was far too serious sometimes.

“Yes I remember them but come on…you really think anyone that dangerous would come here? This ‘saviour’ which you speak of hasn’t shown any sign of even coming here.”

“She will be here [y/n], it’s just a matter of time, and when she is here I need to make sure that I am there for Belle. I won’t be able to protect you as much as I would like to.”

You didn’t hear any of the words he had spoken after the name Belle came into the conversation. Although the only thing you wanted for your friend out of life was for him to be happy you couldn’t help the bitter feeling that spread through you each and every time he spoke of her. She was his true love which meant everything you felt for him would always be unrequited….you would never get your chance to be with him. The childish excitement that had once been running through you deflated as quickly as a balloon that had just had its knot untied.

A reaction that was more than evident on your face and caused some concern to wash over Gold’s as his brows furrowed.

“When she is back in my life as she should be you will still be my friend [y/n]. You have been incredibly kind towards me for a long time now. I won’t forget that – no one else here has offered to help me look for my son, something I will be forever grateful for.”

The smile that appeared on your face from his words was a genuine one but it didn’t hide the sadness you truly felt. His hand came to rest on your cheek and it sent a warm feeling through your entire body, causing your eyes to shut as you savoured his touch, you just wished you could feel him like this so much more often.

….Sadly his love was always going to belong to someone else.

                                           * * * * * * * * * *

The day Rumple had been so adamant would happen did….much to your disappointment.

You felt the shockwave of the curse being broken and your first reaction was to instantly turn and look towards the most important person in your life….an action of which you wished you hadn’t performed because all you were greeted with was his back as he swiftly left the shop….leaving you stood there all alone with the realisation that you had now lost him.

He was going to her. He was going to the love of his life and you were going to feel pain rip through your heart each and every time you saw them together. The look of love in his eyes that you had wanted aimed at you would be for another woman entirely….

….No. You couldn’t let yourself live through that. It wasn’t fair on you at all, and given that it would affect your work it wouldn’t be fine on him or his business either. There was only one other option; you were going to need to take a step back. You couldn’t destroy his happiness just because you had wanted him to love you.

So that was what you did.

It had been a whole fortnight since you had resigned from your job at Rumple’s shop and you could still see the hurt look that had been etched all over his face as you silently handed over the piece of paper…it had been burned into your mind so that even when you walked away he would still haunt your life. You couldn’t even understand why he was at all fazed by your actions, he had the love of his life after all, well….you assumed he had anyway as there had been nothing to tell you that anything negative had happened when he had gone to Belle.

As you lay on your back on your bed, eyes gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment, yet another notification came through on your phone. It had been like this for a number of days now…your phone would sound out non-stop and you would continue to ignore it. You didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was because he had even come knocking on your door to try and get a response out of you, which also failed much to his annoyance.

It probably wasn’t the best way to handle this and you should have taken his feelings into consideration too but at the time you could feel your heart breaking and all that mattered to you was getting away from the very person that was causing it before he noticed what was going on. Last thing you needed was someone’s sympathy.

You were about to turn onto your side, cocoon yourself inside the blankets on your bed, when a ‘whoosh’ sound filled the air around you and instantly had you bolting upright just in time to see a cloud of smoke dissipate and leave behind in its wake the very man you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“R-Rumple? What the hell?!”

There was a stern expression on his face as he wandered over to the end of your bed and placed both of his hands onto the metal frame so that he could lean a little closer to you.

“You left me no choice [y/n]. You haven’t been answering any of my calls, texts, or even the door when I have come here…..”

“Guessing you didn’t really deduce as to why that might be considering you have decided to invade my personal space.”

You hadn’t meant for your words to come across so harshly but you really didn’t want to be hearing about how happy he was now that he had Belle back in his life. It was a sore subject for you and you were just beginning to lose that ache in your heart….you didn’t need it back again.

“Don’t treat me like a fool. I have known you long enough now to be more than aware when you aren’t acting yourself. Why have you removed yourself from my life?”

You threw your legs over the side of your bed before bringing your feet down onto the floor gently. You didn’t leave your bed completely but it was enough that you didn’t have to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

“It doesn’t matter. Look….just go back to Belle okay…you don’t want to be wasting your time here with me when you could be living out your happy ending with the woman you love.”

“That’s what I have been trying to contact you for [y/n]. The kiss didn’t work.”

Those last four words grabbed your attention immediately and you almost gave yourself whiplash with the speed in which you turned your head around to face him. Confusion was rife on your face. How was such a scenario even possible? True love’s kiss was supposed to conquer any curse.

“But….but that….that’s not possible. She is your one true love. You told me so yourself.”

“Well, dearie, it would seem that things have changed quite dramatically.” He moved around your bed until he was stood directly in front of you and he placed a hand underneath your chin so that he could move your head to be looking at him. His touch sent that all too familiar feeling through you, one you had become so good at hiding, but something stopped your resolve this time and instead of hiding your reaction an audible gasp escaped your lips. “At first when you left I feared it was because of my past, because of who I truly am, but it was a thought I should never have even allowed into my mind because I know you [y/n]. I have told you the darkest parts of my life and you have never so much as flinched away from me.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as your heart raced inside of your chest, your palms beginning to sweat a little from the wave of emotions that was coursing through your whole body, and before you knew it you found yourself biting down onto your bottom lip as a whole new sensation began to consume you…..sheer passion and lust for the man before you, his words managing to hit the right spot every time he spoke.

“You made me laugh when it was the last thing I wanted to do and most importantly of all you made me realise that someone could truly care for me despite the fact that I am not a goody two shoes hero.”

Your mind was still trying to catch up with this whole situation because it was only moments before now that you had been so convinced he was happy with Belle and yet now he was stood here, so very close to you, talking to you as thought you were the one he lo-no……he couldn’t. There was no way he felt the way you did for him.

“Rumple what are you saying?”

A smile tugged up at his lips at your feigned naivety. He knew that you had an inkling as to what was happening here; the whole time he had known you he hadn’t been completely blind, he had seen how you were around him and although back then he had thought nothing of it because of Belle the moment the kiss he bestowed upon her didn’t work he realised instantly why.

His true love’s kiss was supposed to be with you.

Without even bothering to answer your question with words he closed in on you instead until his lips crashed down against yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Not even a second had passed before the wave of air hit the two of you, spreading out across the room you were in, and your heart pounded away as you let a small moan travel into the kiss that he had started. It was a scenario you had only ever dreamed so to have it truly playing out here and now was intoxicating. You could already feel yourself floating up to cloud nine as you deepened the kiss.

“Does that answer your question?”

His voice vibrated against your lips as he pulled away from the kiss and let his eyes look upon the reaction he had brought out in you.

“I….I think it does.���

There was no coherent thought in your mind right now, you were still reeling from the kiss, and it was taking a while to truly comprehend the fact that after so long you finally had the man you had craved for. You had your own happy ending and he now had his too. You couldn’t have been any happier and you showed this when you lunged towards him and captured his lips once more.

He was finally yours…..and you were finally his.

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[blancheharlow]

Assalted || AJ & Blanche

TLDR: I guess you could say AJ and Blanche are both... salty. 

Backdate: August 13th

Blanche was freaking out. Trying to convince AJ to not come get her in this fucking terrifying situation was harder than it seemed, if only because she didn’t actually want him to not come. She was certain that stupid thing was in her house. She could feel it. Blanche was sitting on the ground, mourning the fact that she couldn’t reach the thermostat in from her circle. It was hot and sticky, and she was covered in salt—that wasn’t doing much for her knees. The kitchen was a mess, there was salt everywhere, and there was blood splatters from her knees. And palms--- the bloody hand print on the fridge was mocking her. Ten minutes—Blanche had groaned and hung up, sliding down and curling herself into a ball. Why did this have to happen? And where the hell was Granny???

Something about Blanche’s house just seemed creepier when AJ pulled up to it. Obviously it was because of the conversation he had with Blanche due to the possibility of a murdering ghost also hanging out inside with her. He couldn’t quite grasp the claim from Dustin that salt kept evil spirits away. If that was the case Mcdonald’s must never be haunted. Still, he grabbed the giant bag off the passenger seat that he had swiped from his kitchen and ran into her house. He found her in the kitchen and the sight wasn’t pretty. She was covered in a salt circle, flakes of it also coating her arms and legs and sticking to the blood caking her leg and hands. She had hurt herself at some point. He found himself constantly glancing over his shoulder. If Blanche was right that ghost was here somewhere. “You look like hell.” He said as his hello, “We need to go.”

Blanche curled in tighter when she heard AJ pull up. This was getting worse—What was going on in this town? She heard him come in, and she glanced up as he entered the room. This must look pathetic, she was covered in salt and blood… Maybe scary and not pathetic. “I hope you use that compliment with everyone.” She eyed his giant bag of salt, her eyes immediately starting to water as she started to scramble to stand. “I don’t know where she is,” Blanche said, her voice cracking. That feeling of being watched was still there, but that didn’t mean anything. “Come on.” She was at the edge of the salt circle, and Blanche was scared that the second she stepped out of it, the ghost was just going to tackle her. She grit her teeth, keeping her head down as she stepped out. “Let’s go. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, you’re special” AJ was trying to keep things as lighthearted as possible. Mostly because he didn’t know how to deal with this. This entire situation, this broken mess of a girl crumpled on the kitchen floor in front of him. He moved towards her to extend his arm and help her up, “My truck is out front, I saw we run for it.” He tucked the bag of salt under his arm and grabbed onto her hand, “Ready?” He asked her before the made a break for it. They cut the corners like a racetrack and high tailed it to the front door, AJ swinging it open and dashing through before realizing that the two weren’t outside of Blanche’s house at all. “Fuck me, not again.”

Blanche sniffed, looking at him. “Gee, thanks.” She tried to grin, but she settled with taking his arm to help him. “Right, let’s run.” She agreed, allowing him to grab her hand. She was okay with hightailing it. Blanche tightly closed her eyes, held onto AJ tightly--- she only realized something was wrong when she forced her eyes to open and they were not on her porch. “What the hell?? Again?! You mean this has happened to you too?!” Blanche looked around, letting go of his hand. But it was dark and a little hard to see. “This is how I got into this mess in the first place! Oh my god—where are we??” Blanche squinted. “And where did we just come out of— maybe it’ll be back at my house… Which isn’t that good…” Blanche turned and threw open the door they just came out of. “… Supply closet….”

This had happened to AJ one other time. That time he had ended up in an abandoned house in the middle of the woods with a complete stranger. This time he at least knew the girl he was stranded with. Wherever the hell they had just ended up. Of course, that same girl was being hunted by some killer ghost so had he actually lucked out? “About a week ago yeah” AJ watched as Blanche threw the door open and then followed her out of it. They had definitely been in a supply closet. And now they were in some dark, ancient looking room that looked as though gypsies had passed through in a hurry. “And now I have no idea where the hell we are.”

Blanche ran her hands down her face in frustration. This was so bad. This was so so so bad. They needed to get to the Parrish house immediately before that thing started chasing her again. “Why can’t this town just be normal.” Blanche whispered, shutting the supply closet door. “Do you have your phone?” She asked. “We could gps to your location, maybe.” She looked around, sniffing slightly. Her eyes were still watery and she still felt like hell, but that was regardless. Blanche frowned slightly, looking around the room as she crept forward. “I don’t… think I’ve ever been here before. Are we still in Ashkent?” She walked further into the room, examining the stuff closely and – “AJ?” Blanche glanced behind her. “I found, uh… a crystal ball?” Blanche pointed. Blanche had that feeling in her stomach that told her she was really, really, really starting to get creeped out.

AJ patted his pants pockets to double check but already knew the answer to Blanche’s question. “It was in my truck.” He had planned on being in and out of Blanche’s house in just a minute tops. Just long enough to grab her from her salt circle and make a run for it back to the truck. He should have known he would find himself going through another portal. Without either of their phones he had no idea where the two could be until they got out of this freaky 70’s throwback store and back into reality. He glanced back at Blanche and spotted the crystal ball. Suddenly all the décor started making a lot more sense. “A fortune teller” AJ stated, making his way over to her and tapping the crystal ball, “Doesn’t look like it’s still in business though. Guess not enough people fell for the scam.”

Blanche bit back a groan. Of course, but it wasn’t AJ’s fault. This was all hers... “I shouldn’t have called you.” Blanche admitted. “I… am sorry.” She was scared and afraid, and sitting in the middle of a salt circle… Calling in a friend when some psycho ghost was hunting you was selfish. Granny would have taken care of her once she got back from wherever she was—and now they were stuck here. Blanche leaned over, examining it. “This looks more expensive than most of my mom’s china we’re not allowed to touch. I wonder why they just left it—“ Blanche reached to touch it. A voice floated to them. “I’m not sure whether to scold you for calling my business a scam, or you for touching things that don’t belong to you. Or the both of you for hiding out in the broom closet.” Blanche squeaked—a literal squeak of terror—before whirling around, trying to use her body to block AJ. He didn’t deserve this shit. This ghost was relentless. Had it followed them through the portal?!

“Now isn’t really the time for this” AJ took a step closer to the crystal ball, “When we are back at my truck or at Dustin’s we can discuss how much you owe me.” The weirdest part was that it wasn’t until this exact moment that he remembered the medical records that she may just have the capabilities to get ahold of for him. She definitely owed him now. At the sound of the woman’s voice AJ spun around and rolled his eyes when Blanche practically threw herself in front of him as if she had just fired a bullet towards the two. He took a step forward, pushing her aside so that the two were standing side by side. “Relax. I doubt the glorified palm reader is gearing up to kill us.” Not that he could be sure though. “Busy place you run. Not sure how you afford the crystal ball maintenance without any customers.”

It took Blanche a bit before realizing that this was not some ghost trying to kill them. Blanche didn’t relax, and ran her hands down her face in exasperation. The woman stepped into what little light there was. “I only appeal to customers truly in need of guidance,” she said, simply. She stared at the two of them, before giving Blanche the once over. Blanche realized she was still covered with salt and dried blood and various scab wounds from where she ate it in the middle of the road earlier. “It seems, for the two of you to stow away in my supply closet, that’s exactly what you too need. My name is Katrina. I am a fortune teller.” Blanche’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “We were—Hi. I’m Blanche and this is AJ. We really didn’t mean to end up in your supply closet, it kind of just happened when… I mean we were just—“ Katrina held up her hand. “Running away from something as fast as you could?” Blanche’s mouth snapped shut. She felt like she was officially in a bad horror film.

AJ remained unconvinced. He knew that logically- or whatever the hell that even meant now- he should be keeping an open mind to anything he would have deemed insane two months ago. Even fortune tellers. But old habits die hard and his skepticism was persistent. Fortune tellers used broad statements and were well versed at reading body language. What they did was impressive, even AJ could admit that, but it was hardly magic. This fortune teller, Katrina, could obviously tell that Blanche had been in distress and was clearly out of breath so it wasn’t a stretch to claim they had been running from something. He wasn’t sure why Blanche was introducing them to her. If she could see the future she should know their names. “Actually we were mostly just looking for the door. If you could just point it out to us I’d be happy to never hide out in your supply closet again.”

Blanche stared between AJ and Katrina. It was a miracle that AJ had believed her in the first place, and she wasn’t too keen on believing fortune tellers either. Granny had always said to trust them, but Granny also was adamant that her nose piercing was going to be the death of the both of them. Blanche sniffed, nodding in agreement as she ran a hand through her hair. Katrina’s eyes were wide and piercing, staring at the two of them sternly. Her eyes suddenly snapped to Blanche’s and she wanted to dive under the table to hide--- but she didn’t. “You should be careful meeting someone’s eyes that easily.” Blanche paled slightly. “And to realize when it’s too late, dear. “ Blanche sucked in a breath, her eyebrows furrowing. “Right, well, thank you for that… enticing advice, but we really should be going. I don’t think I’ve contaminated enough McDonald’s fry stations so let’s… uh, go?”

AJ was happy to dip out of this creepy little freak show. After whatever broad vaguely threatening fortune the woman was trying to sell Blanche, AJ was happy to walk out that door and never need Katrina again. But before the two could make their escape Katrina turned her focus towards him. “Ah, Amadeo. You stand by your beliefs and you should know that you’re not wrong. But not everything is as it seems. To figure out your future you should look further into your past.” AJ could admit that her knowing his name was a little freaky. Not impossible though. Many people know his name because of his father and it made sense for a fortune teller to want to keep up on the news and events. So he just held a single thumbs up to her and smiled, “Got it. Vague and foreboding just how I like it. Blanche we need to go.”

Blanche herself went rigid at AJ’s full name. That was [i]scary[/i]—though the rational part of her brain was telling her that no it wasn’t, there was definitely some way… But Blanche shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t like this woman. Her advice was vague and scary and she knew AJ was right. Blanche looked at AJ, nodding. “Yeah, I’m right with you.” She muttered. Katrina simply smiled at the two, extending an arm in the direction of the door that Blanche hadn’t noticed before. “Thank you, um, for the advice…” Blanche said, and Katrina simply stared at her. “Be careful, Blanche.” Blanche gulped slightly. “Right. AJ. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Before she told one them that they were going to die. Perhaps faster than necessary, Blanche shot forward and out of the store, barely waiting for AJ to follow her. “Christ, christ, [i]christ![/i]” Blanche ran her hands down her face fr the umpteenth time, turning to stare at the store… [i]Calling Card[/i]. “I’m leaving. The [i]second[/i] I get the chance.” She didn’t care if AJ was listening or not, but she quickly saw the address on the front of the store. “…. We got spat out on Amity Road?!” Wasn’t this where that ghost club was? The one where she picked up Nora? Blanche didn’t remember exactly, but she sighed. “We should be going that way… If we wanted to get back into town.”

Back out on the street, AJ saw that they had found themselves on Amity Road. Given how freaky the woman was he couldn’t say that he was surprised to find her shop located here. Mostly out of curiosity, AJ reached behind him and tugged at the shop doors only to find it had somehow locked right behind them. It didn’t matter. She still wasn’t a real fortune teller. “Back to town it is.” AJ sighed and hit the back of his head against the sealed doors before using pushing off of them with his back and making his way down the road. “We need to get back to Dustin’s.”

Blanche frowned slightly, following AJ. This was bad. Fear creeped up on Blanche, and she glanced behind her. “We’ll be safe there, at the very least.” Blanche agreed. “As long as we don’t get spat out somewhere else in town.” The frown on her face deepened. “I wonder why this is happening… I, uh, think I visited Ashford River again earlier too.” She had almost forgotten about that. The blonde boy who yelled at her—asked her why she couldn’t just hide herself or go away forever. She examined AJ, hoping his reaction would be too disbelieving. “I don’t think that—“ She saw something. A flash of black, out of the corner of her eye. Shit! Had it found them this quickly?? Her voice caught in her throat and she broke into a coughing fit, whipping her head around. “Did you see that?” She asked, hoping his answer was no. If he couldn’t see that that either meant her mind was playing tricks on her or there was a ghost afoot…. Most likely the bad one.

“Ashford River? Again?” AJ questioned Blanche. “I know what Ashford River is” He held up a hand because something told him that Blanche was the type that felt the need to explain her craziness away to people and AJ did not want her getting the wrong idea. “I just assumed that it was fake. Like ghosts and teleporting doors and fortune tellers.” AJ tried reasoning with himself. If all of this crazy shit was true then why the hell not also have some kind of antichton? “Still don’t believe the fortune teller for the record.” He started down the road in the general direction of Dustin’s house when Blanche started freaking out again. He sighed and turned back towards her, too exasperated to make a joke. “I think you’re being paranoid. And even if you’re not paranoid I think we should keep moving instead of standing around waiting to find whatever you saw.”

 “Oh I thought I told…. Nevermind—“ Blanche shook her head, immediately picking up the pace again. AJ wasn’t wrong, she would have explained it immediately. “There was an incident at work a few days ago, and… well, today. And I saw Ashford River with my own two eyes.” Blanche glanced over her shoulder again. “I don’t think I believed her either. But she was super creepy. I’ll have to ask Granny about her, she believes in Fortune Tellers. I don’t trust anyone in this town—“ Blanche glanced back at him, unamused. “I’m not paranoid, I’d just rather you take off if you did see it because I guarantee you’re faster than I am and it was that thing—“ she was practically speed walking, agitated. There was a flock of ghosts who looked like they were heading to that club going in the other direction. Blanche was staring at them. “—I’d want you to run.” There it was again. Blanche ripped her gaze from the ghosts going to party and glanced around, eyes narrowing. 

“But you’re back. From Ashford River I mean.” AJ still felt skeptical, regardless of how much he had seen with his own two eyes the past couple of days. Some things just seemed a little too far-fetched. He believed that Blanche believed that she saw Ashford River though. It wasn’t like he thought she was making it up. AJ caught himself glancing around with Blanche as her eyes ping-ponged across the street. Then he realized that no matter what she was seeing he wouldn’t be able to find it even if he was looking straight at it. Ghosts were real. Blanche could see them and AJ couldn’t. That meant that even if the ghost that was trying to kill Blanche did make an appearance he wouldn’t be able to see it anyways. “Do you see her?” AJ asked out loud, clutching the bag of salt just a little tighter than before. Then he saw the police cruiser coming down the street towards the two and AJ swatted at Blanche’s arm and pointed towards it. “Run for the police car.”

“Yeah, after meeting my dead promdate who wasn’t so dead there and my brother,” Blanche muttered, half under her breath. There it was again, and Blanche felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was as if something was looming behind them.. She knew she could be seen—or that they knew she was here. Blanche froze, her heart sinking. What would happen to AJ. “I—I think she’s behind m—“ Blanche could barely stutter it out, her eyes automatically starting to water. She almost turned her head to check., but AJ’s swat stopped her. Her eyes locked with the police car. Blanche did as she was told—sprinting towards the police car- she stumbled once or twice, and her ankle yelled but she didn’t care. He would drive them back to Dustin’s, right?

AJ was pretty sure that he wasn’t supposed to be able to see ghosts. But whatever the thing was that had suddenly appeared behind Blanche damn sure looked like a ghost. Or at least a girl in an exceptionally well made early Halloween outfit cosplaying as one of the children of the corn. So Blanche took off towards the police car and AJ followed behind her, popping the seal on the bag of salt before sending it flying towards the girl and watching in disbelief as the bag soared through her. Ghost. Definitely ghost. He followed behind Blanche and smacked against the hood of the police car once they reached it, the officer jumping out with his hand hovering over his gun. “Amadeo?” he asked, not exactly surprised but still weary. “Officer Johnson, good to see you. Think you could give us a lift?”

Blanche damn near almost slammed into the car, as if she was trying to run through it. She barely managed to stop, before AJ smacked into the hood of the car. When she looked between the officer and AJ, she was vaguely aware that AJ was no longer carrying the giant thing of salt with him. She was also aware the ghost was gone. Did he really just throw-- Blanche focused on the Officer in front of them. This… Probably wasn’t the strangest thing the cop had ever seen, but she was glad that AJ knew him. He was eyeing the two of them, and Blanche self-consciously tried to brush off some of the salt stuck to her. “Hi.” She said meekly. The group of ghosts on the corner were now watching, and chattering away. Blanche was doing her best not to rip her gaze from the officer and stare. “Please. We, uh, would really appreciate a ride.”

“Amadeo” The officer started, the discomfort apparent in his voice. AJ was lucky that they had run into an officer that didn’t hate his guts. Most of the police had been able to disassociate his father’s case with his father’s family. Most had held more empathy than hatred towards AJ and his mother after his father split. Over time as AJ kept showing up at the station demanding answers and updates and vowing to solve the case for himself the station became less and less apathetic towards the kid to the point where most would kick him out as soon as he stepped foot inside. Eventually he gave up. But he still knew a few that worked there that liked him or his father. “Bryce.” AJ started, keeping his voice levelled and calm despite the fact that he had just thrown an entire bag of salt through a girl. “When you first started out and rammed your police car into a mailbox who talked the owner down from filing a report and saved your job? He would want that same kindness returned. Preferably by giving us a lift.” Then he smiled one of those smug smiles because he knew that he was going to get what he wanted. The officer groaned and rubbed at his temples, “God damn it. Both of you get in the back.”

Blanche couldn’t stop herself from gawking between AJ and the Officer. Did he just do some type of blackmail to a cop? Blanche’s eyes were wide, but she saw the second the officer relented. Blanche let out the breath she hadn’t known she had been holding, and she squeaked out a “thank you” to the officer before scrambling to do what he said. At least it had worked. And she couldn’t believe that it had worked—ghosts existed, and she couldn’t believe that AJ had enough pull to start blackmailing a cop?? Blanche glanced again to the group of chattering ghosts, and grimaced. Things would be so much easier if she couldn’t see them. She got into the back of the cop car, trying to ignore her feeling of being arrested, before looking at AJ. She really, really owed him after this one, didn’t she?

#chatzy #chatzy aj #chatzy aj 3 #get it #a salt ed #salt #ha #haha #hahaha #thank cody for that one

[redqueen-hypothesis]

thaw ➳ helios (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x helios (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 2188

➳ GENRE: injured! helios, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: helios breaks into and enters your house. you break into and enter the walls he’s put up.

➳ REMARKS: i clearly cannot write for helios, also, i have no idea what i was doing. spoilers for chapter 17+

A crash from your living room startles you awake.

Still half asleep, brain not quite running at a functional speed yet, you lie stock still in bed with the covers drawn up to your neck, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if you’d simply imagined the noise. A few seconds later, however, there’s a sound of something heavy hitting the floor outside your bedroom, a little muffled but still too loud to be anything imaginary, and goosebumps prickle down the back of your neck as you let out a little ‘eep’ of fear.

What’s happening? Had the wind from the window blown something over? Or had a burglar somehow gotten into your house? You swallow, trembling slightly at the thought as your mind runs wild with scenarios from previous crime programmes that you’ve filmed and all the cold murder cases Gavin has told you about. What if you end up a victim just like one of them?

Heart thudding wildly in your chest, part of you wants to just stay buried under the covers like this, the thick blankets at least providing you with some false sense of security, but the sheer need to know just what is happening in your house refuses to leave your mind like some sort of relentless itch. You slip out from under the covers carefully, reaching under your bed to grab the first heavy object your fingers wrap around before inching towards the bedroom door with caution in every step.

Pausing for a moment, you press your ear against the door. Completely silent.

For some reason, that just makes the trepidation all the more potent for you. Unable to take a second longer of this, your fingers wrap around the doorknob and pull delicately.

The door creaks open, alarmingly loud in the dead silence of the night. Concluding that any advantage of surprise you might have had is now flushed down the drain, you decide to throw all caution to the wind and leap out into the darkness of the living room, raising your item above your head menacingly.

“Hands up, intruder!” You yell, with as much aggression as you can muster.

No one responds.

Confused, you glance about the living room. There doesn’t seem to be anyone inside the apartment with you, and what seems to have made the earlier noise is-

“Oh no!” You yelp, dismayed. The gardenia plant Lucien had given you a few weeks ago is lying on the floor, its flowerpot cracked down the middle. The wind must have blown it over somehow, you reason with yourself as you step towards it. The weather forecast last night had predicted a possible storm with strong winds, so it’s no wonder that-

You pause midstep, a frown forming on your face.

You had closed the windows before going to bed last night precisely because you’d read the weather forecast. So if the windows were closed, how did-

You whirl around in horror, raising the object in your hands once more as realisation hits you, but it’s already too late. An arm snakes around your middle and tugs you hard against a solid chest, while a hand clamps hard around your mouth the second you try to scream for help. Flailing, you drop whatever you’d been carrying and struggle in your assailant’s grasp, and the person behind you lets out a sharp hiss of pain when your elbow strikes their side.

“Stop moving, idiot.”

Your gasp of surprise is muffled against the palm of his hand, you know this voice.

“Don’t scream,” the intruder warns lowly as he releases his grip on you. You spin around to get a look at him the second you can move, and the pale moonlight that lends an almost ethereal gleam to his silver hair confirms his identity for you in an instant.

“Helios!” His name leaves your lips in shock. You have to rub your eyes twice to make sure you’re not really dreaming, and even after you do so, you just can’t seem to find the words to ask him what he’s doing here. “You... What are you... Wha-”

“What were you even planning to do with this...” He grunts, glacial blue eyes glancing down disdainfully at the object of your choice for defense - a heavy binder of past proposals that had been rejected by Victor. In spite of the situation, you find your cheeks flushing.

“I was panicking, okay?”

Before you can find the opportunity to explain yourself, however, Helios lets out a sharp groan and sags to his knees before your eyes; you barely manage to catch him before he hits the ground hard. He’s too heavy for you to hold up in spite of your best efforts, so all you manage to do is slow his collapse to the floor. “Helios? Helios!”

“Shut up... you’re loud...” He waves off your frantic concern with one hand, but even in the dim light of the moon you can make out the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck, his jaw taut and a pained glare on his face. “Just let me lie low here for a couple of hours and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Completely ignoring him, you tug at the white winter parka he usually wears to reveal the tattoo inked onto his right arm, yanking it down so that you can inspect him for injuries. Sure enough, the second you do, you catch sight of crimson staining the inside of his parka, the bloody gashes across his biceps. “You’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, nothing life threatening-” He tries to brush it off, but you’re already up and running into your kitchen to fetch a first aid kit. Helios groans in resignation as he settles against the wall, shaking his head and holding one hand to the wound at his side. “Shouldn’t have come here.”

“You shouldn’t even have gotten hurt in the first place!” You rush back to his side with a white box clasped firmly in your hands, kneeling next to him and inspecting his wound carefully, hands gentle as they probe at his side. “I can’t clean your wound properly like this... take your shirt off.”

“What.”

Too impatient to wait for him, you grab the hem of his skintight shirt and lift a pair of scissors to the material, snipping away before he can stop you. “Why is it that every time you visit, you’re hurt like this? I thought you were supposed to be some highly skilled assassin...” You mutter under your breath. Helios rolls his eyes at your words, but you can see the pain he’s trying to play off behind that indifferent facade.

“You weren’t meant to know that I was here.” He grunts, but otherwise staying still as you cut his shirt in half. This brings up conflicting emotions in you, on one hand, you’re glad that he at least trusts you enough to take care of his injuries, but you’re also upset that he’s hurt like this. “I was just going to steal your first aid supplies and patch myself up, but that stupid plant on the windowsill got in the way.”

“Don’t talk about Garda like that. Now I’m going to have to repot her... if she isn’t dead.” You scold, pulling the fabric away from his skin. Now that his shirt is off, you try the best you can to ignore the lean, defined muscles of his chest and inspect the injury where most of the blood has come from. A clean cut through skin and flesh at his side, dark red oozing slowly from it. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“None of your business-” He begins, but you uncap your bottle of hydrogen peroxide and pour it liberally on his side before he can stop you. The second the strong disinfectant hits his wound, he lets out a shout of pain, almost curling up on himself. “Ow! Fucking hell, that stings like a bitch, you-”

Your glare is about as terrifying as his. “I said, what happened.”

“... got knifed,” is all he mutters very unwillingly, but you consider that a victory, because he’s speaking to you at the very least. Resolving to be more gentle this time, you soak a cotton pad with disinfectant and proceed to dab carefully at the edges of the wound to clean off the blood and grime, brows furrowed in concentration. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you got knifed in the first place?”

“No.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head at his stony reply as you reach for the box of butterfly bandages in your first aid kit. Luckily for him, the wound doesn’t seem to be too deep after all that cleaning, and you’re not sure if you’ll do him more damage if you attempt sutures on him. “You break into my house in the middle of the night, scare me out of my wits, break my flowerpot, make me treat you... the least you could do is tell me what happened.”

“I didn’t make you treat me.” His blue eyes bore sharply into yours, a slight scowl tugging at his mouth. “Don’t expect any thanks from me, busybody. Keep your nose out of my problems next time before you get dragged into them as well. I’m not going to save you when that happens.”

“You’re as naggy as an old granny.” You hum, completely ignoring him and leaving a pat on top of his silver hair. Now that the most serious wound at his side is done, you move to cleaning the gashes on his arms, which are similarly bloody but not worryingly deep. “If you want to break into my house again, at least bring some nice food with you. I get hungry when I get woken up in the middle night.”

He glares at you. “Are you even listening to me?”

“And that’s the best I can do!” You say loudly over his words, dusting off your hands as you do a once over of his body. With no more visible wounds in sight, you gently put your hands under his arms to help haul him to his feet, even as he protests with all manner of curses and some very unsavoury remarks, before steering him to lie on the couch. “Now, Helios, we need to set some ground rules. As much as this little relationship we have is very fun and interesting-”

“We are not in any relationship!”

“–it is also very illegal! Breaking and entering is a big no-no, and it’s against the law. So, I have come up with a solution!” You turn around and rummage in a nearby cabinet for a moment, before you pull something out from the drawer and hold it up to light.

Helios squints at it, not quite understanding whatever antic you’re pulling this time. Exhaustion is tugging at his eyelids, his will to leave seeping away along with his wakefulness. Must be the blood loss. Or the comfort of your too small couch. Or maybe... just maybe, the familiar ramble of your voice. Either way, it’s not a good thing, he’d meant to make it back to headquarters before the night was over. “That’s... a key. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Exactly!” You beam brightly, opening up his hand and pressing the key into the middle of his palm. The grooves press into his skin, as if he’s holding the key to unlocking himself instead. It feels uncomfortable in his hand, but his fingers close around it on instinct. “It’s the key to my apartment. Next time, you can enter through the door, and not by less law-abiding means.”

He doesn’t tell you that he could unlock your door in a matter of seconds with the right tools. Instead, he only holds the key up, studying it wordlessly until your smile turns a little awkward. “Well, I mean, you don’t have to.” You tack on hurriedly, reaching to pluck the key from his grasp. To your surprise, however, he pulls the key out of your reach before you can so much as touch it, tucking it in the pocket of his pants.

“Your security is shitty anyway.” He says, before turning over so that you can’t see his face. Pouting a little, you stick out your tongue at him behind his back before you rise to your feet, intending to get him a blanket so that he can spend the night. Just as you’re about to step into your bedroom, however, his words stop you in your tracks.

“What do you want?”

You tilt your head back to look at him in confusion. “What do I want...?”

He glances up at you slightly, silver hair falling into icy blue eyes that seem to have just thawed ever so slightly. “For supper, you dolt.”

“Oh.” You say, and then suddenly you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. “Fried chicken.”

“So basic.” He mutters under his breath, but you only smile and throw a blanket over him.

“Goodnight, Helios.”

When you wake up the next morning, he’s already gone.

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Riverdale Recap and Review - Season 1 - Chapter 8 - The Outsiders by Andrew Buckley

There quite literally is not one happy marriage happening in Riverdale. Maybe it’s the water, maybe it’s the maple syrup, maybe it’s the disturbing amount of redheads . . . but relationships are not meant to survive in that town. Tensions ran high in this episode with double crosses and back alley deals happening all over the place. Riverdale is a dangerous place to live. But they do have Skeet Ulrich, so there’s that. Let’s get to it . . .

How many times can you reference abortion without actually saying the word ‘abortion’? I counted five times, but I may have missed one. I’m assuming it’s a CW censorship thing, but I was surprised they had to avoid the word as it’s absence made it all the more obvious, but I suppose that was the point. This week, Mr. Cooper became oh so much darker than just some guy who breaks into the Sheriff’s house to steal his murder wall. He’s harboring such a hatred for the Blossoms that he actually wanted his daughter to abort the baby. The guy is certainly carrying enough hate to push him over to the darkside, but his banishment from the Cooper household says a lot more about Alice Cooper (the blonde chick, not the guy who used to bite heads off chickens on stage) than it does about him. Mrs. Cooper has always seemed so controlled in her insanity, however we certainly saw some cracks as she tries to deal with the Blossom family now trying to steal her daughter, while also revealing her own shadowy past, also at the hands of her husband. There goes another Riverdale marriage.

Polly herself is still severely lacking as a character and I think it’s partly due to us not really knowing her. The reason we care so much about who killed Jason, and not about Jason himself is because we never got a chance to know him. All we really know is he had terribly fake-looking red hair and apparently he was a mute. The same almost goes for Polly. We met her at the mental asylum where she was hysterical and she hasn’t really calmed down since. Okay, so the father of her child was murdered, her dad tried to have her abort her baby, the father’s family want to keep the baby, her parents sent her to a mental asylum, and now she’s back, there’s a power struggle over this child who will undoubtedly have fake-looking red hair. Okay, fine. She has every right to be hysterical. Unfortunately, her lack of grounding as a character is making it really hard to sympathize with her. Maybe that’ll change now she’s a member of the Blossom household. By making the choice to join the Blossoms, she’s effectively shunning her own family. And who can blame her?

Speaking of the Blossoms, let’s take a moment to appreciate just how awesome Granny Blossom is. Come on, that crazy old lady is great. Part horror story cliche, part gypsy, part crypt keeper. She keeps getting better and better.

Fred Andrews and his business woes seeped throughout most of the story this episode. With the Blossoms wanting to buy the old movie theatre land, and Mr. Lodge being the secret buyer, and Hermione knowing this but not telling Fred, we can clearly see another relationship is about to go down the toilet. It all makes for interesting TV though, so who cares? Fred confronting Clifford Blossom was a nice scene but it felt a little empty with Fred not really having a good threat to come back with. Too bad he doesn’t have a biker gang working for him . . . oh wait.

It was a touching moment when Archie and his pals came out to work for his dad, even more so when Fred and Archie have their heart to heart in the kitchen later. While I didn’t love this episode as much as past ones, I did love this scene. And it wasn’t just Luke Perry’s sincere delivery, it was the balancing out of Fred and Archie’s relationship. While Archie’s legacy speech was a bit on the flawed side, the messaging was still solid and the Andrews boys still represent a united front that doesn’t appear to exist anywhere else in town. This is of course after Fred tries to solve the problems he’s experiencing himself, and Archie walks into a biker bar. We’ve yet to see Mary Andrews but we know she’s coming (bring it on Molly Ringwald), so we’ll likely see that balanced father/son relationship shaken again very soon.

Skeet freakin Ulrich as Jughead’s dad is fast becoming one of my favourite characters. After we saw all his misgivings in the last episode, it was nice to see him find a bit of redemption here. His volunteering information to Jughead and Betty regarding Jason and then rounding up a crew to help out Fred proves that Mr. Jones isn’t all that bad of a guy. Well, except for him having Jason’s jacket, and that he uses teenagers to sell drugs, oh and he’s the leader of a violent biker gang, and that he has Joaquin (who I’m still saying is Jason’s murderer) cozy up to the delightful Kevin . . . so yeah, never mind, he’s a bad guy.

STORY FLAW ALERT! - Mr. Jones tells Hermione that it was likely Mr. Lodge who had people disrupt the construction site and beat up Moose. He blames it on Hermione getting frisky with Fred and someone ratted her out (Veronica, clearly Veronica) and that the incident was part of a jealous attack? On property he owns? Disrupting the building of his weird hipster community housing? Where he stands to make a lot of money? And didn’t Clifford Blossom all but admit to being the culprit in order to bleed the owner of the land dry? Something isn’t adding up there but maybe it’s all a bunch of red herrings. Or trout. Or whatever fish happens to be native to Riverdale.

This was a setup episode, inserted so we can get from here to there. The Jason story got moved along with Mr. Jones and Joaquin (the murderer) hiding the jacket. Polly moving in with the Addams family effectively destroys the ‘Stepford Family’ archetype that the Coopers had been trying to project. Fred and Mr. Jones getting the band back together means it’s being setup to be broken apart again later. And the looming threat of Mr. Lodge stretched its shadowy tendrils a little bit further.

Next week sees the return of Ethel (finally!), though it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting an answer to the burning question on everyone’s mind: Where is Hotdog?

Until next week . . .

STRAY THOUGHTS OF AWESOMENESS . . .

- Valerie was there, but . . . not really there? True, there wasn’t much room for development of Varchie? Valerchie? Archerie? (we’ll need to work on that) Hopefully we’ll be able to see more of that relationship over the coming weeks.

- Same goes for Bughead. Not the best way to start a relationship, amid a murder investigation and a crazy pregnant sister, though we’d still like to see some development happening here. And more than just ‘yeah, my Dad’s a biker’.

- Sheriff Keller - Absolutely terrible at his job. Fortunately for him, he appears to be the only law enforcement agent in all of Riverdale so he’s got great job security.

- Was anyone else hoping that Moose would lay some smack down on those two guys? I mean, c’mon, he’s Moose!

- Archie and Jughead’s ‘bro moment’ was underwhelmed by the lack of conflict. Archie got a little angry, Jughead got a little sad, and then all was well again.

- I kinda love how much Kevin loves the Lodges. From his awe over Veronica’s party invites to complementing Hermione’s shoes. Yeah he’s a walking gay stereotype, but he’s adorable.

About Andrew: 

Andrew Buckley attended the Vancouver Film School’s Writing for Film and Television program. After pitching and developing several screenplay projects for film and television, he worked in marketing and public relations, before becoming a professional copy and content writer. During this time Andrew began writing his first adult novel, DEATH, THE DEVIL AND THE GOLDFISH, followed closely by his second novel, STILTSKIN. He works as an editor for Curiosity Quills Press.

Andrew also co-hosts a geek movie podcast, is working on his next novel, and has a stunning amount of other ideas. He now lives happily in the Okanagan Valley, BC with three kids, one cat, one needy dog, one beautiful wife, and a multitude of characters that live comfortably inside of his mind.

Andrew is represented by Mark Gottlieb at the Trident Media Group.

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