#and told me how she has two jobs and kids and pets and can live her normal life without *gestures wildly* all of it

[minamill]

guess who just got back from getting her adhd diagnosed

#this is going on main fuck it #i feel so validated???? #and the person who did the diagnosing i forgot the eng word also had adhd?? and she was so understanding #and told me how she has two jobs and kids and pets and can live her normal life without *gestures wildly* all of it #ngl my mom and i cried a bit and we hugged her and i'm gonna be medicated and start adhd focused therapy soon and i'm gonna be able to live #anyways tova tests can suck my fucking dick if anyone's thinking of doing one run the other direction and find someone else #god i'm so happy #*mina.txt

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Wibta if I told my mom she loves a cat more than her own children.

I do feel like an asshole for this. I’m 17f and I have a younger sister 15F. My parents are married and for the most part good. When have a 12 year old cat that my mom just adores.

This part is all speculation, but when I very young like I was 5 or something my mom had an event that changed a lot. She stayed with her parents and would visits us. My grandparents would help out and no one really ever explained what happened to her but she lived there for like a year, she did move back in with us. My dad got her a cat to cope while she was away. The speculation is she had really bad post partum depression and had a break down. The reason I believe this/and this is my own theory, was when I was struggling mentally, my mom encouraged me to go to a therapist and they asked family history and she said she had struggled with depression/episodes and had tried medication but never stayed on. She just said when she was younger she had a hard time regulating emotions, and she wants me to worry about me and my own emotions. The post patrum comes from the fact that I asked my dad why did you two have kids and he admitted he wanted kids and my mom was more on the fence. I also find it weird she gets really nervous around Mother’s Day and will often try to not celebrate. (She always says she could be a better mom)

My mom is a good mom don’t get me wrong. She’s always encouraged my sister and I to try and do our hobbies. She’ll drive us where we gotta go. I know she works overtime when she wants to make sure we can do stuff for the family. It’s just sometimes, she seems more like a distant mom. She’ll listen to us, do anything asked, but idk how to put it into words.

But she really loves this cat. And I do love our cat too, but this cat and my mom are bonded. The second my mom comes home and the cat greets her and my mom picks her up and kisses her. She calls the cat her pretty princess and a hundred other nicknames. She calls me my dad and sister honey, bunny, and sunny. I know the cat actually makes my mom happy. Her eyes light up when she sees the cat. I know she looks forward to coming home to the cat. When we go on vacations she’ll miss the cat, or if she goes on a work trip she’ll always ask for pictures of the cat or ask to see the cat on FaceTime. She throws a small birthday party for the cat every year and makes a cake. For our birthdays she’ll ask what we want and sometimes she resorts to store bought desserts.

So this is where it gets bad. Our cat is now sick and probably has a year left to live. The vet told my mom she’s a good cat owner and has always done right for her, but with her age, treatment isn’t really the route because it’s not gonna prevent death, so just focus on making the cat happy and comfortable (this vet appointment was her 6 month check up.) My mom hasn’t been doing well mentally. She’s always struggled with mental health. She just seems to have a shakey mind at times if that makes sense. She very much before would hide her struggles, but we knew she’d have them. Before she would like stand still just gripping the counter with one hand. Now my mom is definetly depressed. She will come home be greeted by the cat, and go to her room and cry with the cat. She’s been just not happy.

My sister and I kinda decided to see if telling her we got good grades would cheer her up, and she’ll say good job and will sometimes offer to cook something or get something for us, but her eyes are just like very tired. (There is also an app she can use to check out grades but she never once used it and will just take our word face value) We’ve talked to my dad about this and he basically said that our mom has always loved animals (she use to work with her grandpa at a pet store he owned, but apparently her grandpa wasn’t a good person to most people in the family except her, so that was hard on her). I asked my dad what he thinks and says it’s normal for someone to be sad about this and that he’s gonna work hard or make sure we get all our needs handled. Which is nice, but I kinda wish it was my mom. I don’t feel dire need of anything, I’m just annoyed/jealous a cat can destroy my mom mentally.

My mom has gone over load for the cat. She cooks for her, makes her dinner buys the best food and mixes then. She often cries while cooking, and asks the cat if she likes the food.The cat doesn’t even know what’s happening.

I was looking at prom dresses online and asked my mom to look with me and she was just out of it. She would just say she’d like one or she’s not a fan but don’t let that discourage me. She’s just kinda lifeless. I try talking to her about it and she’ll aplogize and says she’ll get better. (It’s been like a week)

It boiled over when my mom’s sisters came over. (She’s the youngest. One sister has kids and one doesn’t) My mom tried to be happy and perky but ended up crying about the cat. Her sisters kinda said that she’s gotta be strong for her family and my mom just cried saying everything’s gonna be so much harder without the cat. I wasn’t in the room, they were in the basement, and there’s a vent where you can hear everything down there. My sister and I do easedrop to see what they say (her sisters are loud but we can never hear what my mom is saying without the vent. Normally we do it because my mom is a more different interesting person and again we don’t know our mom well. Away from us she kinda puts down the facade and actually talks). I was just angry. Her life isn’t hard. We’re middle class, if she wants to go to therepy she can afford it. We all deal with grief and loss. Yes I’m gonna be sad when our cat passes, but she is an older cat. I don’t imagine my life becoming “harder” other than my mom being depressed, but she is an adult who will heal from this.

After her sisters left and she was doing her night routine, I asked her if she loves the cat more than my sister and I. She said that’s not true and if she could do something more for my sister and I please name it. I told her that that’s the problem is that she does stuff for the cat without thinking, but for us it’s all asking us and she’s the adult she should know. She’s said she’s not a mind reader and she’s gonna rely on the information I give her to help me out where she can. I went to my room because ovbiosuly that conversation wasn’t going anywhere. I feel like my mom understands a cat more than her own daughter.

My dad came in a little while after and we talked. He assured me my mom loves me and this cat has been like an emotional support animal through the years. He mentioned my one friend who has an emotional support dog and compared them and told me that the cat has helped my mom emotionally with emotional regulation and just helps her steady herself. I asked if we were enough, or if my mom regrets having a family and she would just be happier if she just left us for the cat and lived by herself. My dad told me she loves all of us, but depression can be hard to navigate. I asked him about how he wanted us more than our mom and he just said that he was more excited, but my mom wouldn’t have had us unless she wanted us (which I don’t think is totally true.)

I went into my parents room and my mom was there with the cat. Again going to the cat for comfort. I told her I was sorry for saying she loved the cat more than us and she apologized for how her treatment towards the cat can seem that way and if I ever need anything please ask. It made me mad because she again is relying on me to know what’s wrong/ or ask, instead of her just idk taking initiative. I didn’t say that.

I get people can be mentally ill, but she’s also my mom. I do feel bad about telling my mom she loves a cat more than me, but I also don’t feel too reassured.

#aita #am i the asshole

[delulu-with-wandanat]

International Affair

Welcome to my shameless self-insert series🤭 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34).

Summary: For their summer break, Y/n decided to spend it in a little town called Westview. It was there when they met Wanda Maximoff. A woman in her 30s with two kids, who seems to be attracted to the college student despite being married.

New York University's tuition was fucking ass. It really is, at a whopping $64,000 tuition fee per year. And that's only the tuition fee, the total estimate of studying in NYU plus living cost was probably over $90,000. Exactly it's fucking insane. Despite receiving a sponsorship from their parent's good friend and also financial aid from NYU, he still needed to figure out how to pay it back.

Sometimes they feel like smacking their head for choosing to study in a city where it's known for its back bank breaking living cost. Can you blame him though? Those tall buildings, shining lights, bustling nightlife, sounds of gunshots, and a huge opportunity for a creative person such as themselves, along with a dash of capitalism. Y/n couldn't help but be fascinated. That American dream that he had been chasing since he saw the Devil Wears Prada.

It was now summer vacation. Instead of going home for the summer, Y/n decided to join this Homeshare Summer program. Basically an elderly person provides home for students to share during the summer. The benefits are plenty, but most notably, cheaper housing rent. His roommates also joined this program, together they sublease their apartment. Adding extra funds to their breaking bank account.

In return, the students must help their elderly host with basic domestic needs. Mostly light household tasks; preparing and sharing meals, tidying up, chores, walking a pet, etc.

Y/n ended up matching with someone in a small town called Westview somewhere in New Jersey. As much as he loves New York, he wanted to spend his summer somewhere else in America.

He matched with a lovely widow named Melina Vostokoff. He learned that she has 2 daughters, both whom are adults with their own respective career. She needed a companion, understandably so, and Y/n was more than happy to assist her in anyway she might need.

"Y/n." Melina called.

"Yes, Mrs. Vostokoff?" Y/n looked up from their laptop, they were sitting on the dinner table editing some footage.

"Oh dear, please, I told you to call me Melina."

"Sorry, Melina. Force of habit." He said with a smile. "What's up?"

"Would you please send all this batches of cookies around the neighborhood? I already have a list of houses on where you can drop them." Melina is known for sharing batches of cookies for free around the neighborhood. Why? Out of kindness.

And also the fact that she loves baking, but ended up not being able to finish it all. So she shares them around the neighborhood.

"Sure, Melina! I'll do that right away."

So he sets of to drop off delicious dessert for Westview citizens. Melina had told them that this was a good chance to ask around for a summer job as well. Which is what he had initially planned to do anyway. Finally they reached the last house, Maximoff Household. They weren't so lucky with the other neighbors, but last one's a charm right? He rang the doorbell.

A person then opens the door. "Hello, I was just-" Holyfucking shit. This woman was absolutely gorgeous.

"May I help you?" She ask, god her voice is sexy.

"Uhhh..." Snap out of it! "Sorry! I'm Y/n, I'm the student staying over the summer at Mrs. Vostokoff. She told me to drop off her Bi-Weekly batches of cookies."

Wanda wasn't stupid, she noticed their nervousness and found it adorable. "Lovely to meet you, Y/n. I'm Wanda, Wanda Maximoff." She offered her hand.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Maximoff." He shook her hand.

"Do you go to Westview University?" She was rather intrigued by the younger one.

"No, ma'am. I actually go to NYU, I'm studying film production."

Wanda raised an eyebrow and smiled. "How impressive. Though I must ask, why choose to spend your summer here?"

Damn... her smile.

"Mainly a much cheaper living cost, other than that I figured It'll be good for me to explore other parts of America. New Jersey is not far so it's a good place to start."

"Ah, an International student I see. Is it one of those Homeshare programs?"

"It is!" The student beamed.

What a charming smile he has, Wanda thought to herself. "Say, how old are you, Y/n." She ask while leaning against the door frame, her tone was... rather flirty.

"Um... I'll be turning 21 this year." Wanda hummed at the answer. For what reason Y/n doesn't know either. "Here are your cookies, ma'am." Well shit, he was getting nervous again. Obviously, Wanda staring at him with a look he can't quite pin.

"Oh! Thank you, dear. My sons absolutely love Melina's cookies." She took the container from them.

"Well that's no surprise, I could live off from those cookies alone." They said while laughing lightly. "So I take it you've lived here for a while?"

"Yes, I've lived here for years with my twin boys and husband." Damn it, they thought. "Anything you would like to know?"

"Yes actually! I've been looking for a summer job, but I haven’t had any luck."

"Well, lucky for you, a friend of mine who owns the Cafe in town is looking for a new Barista. She just recently opened the position."

"That's great news! Thank you so much for letting me know, Mrs. Maximoff." They said with a smile, Wanda had another idea in mind.

"However, I think they're only offering part-time. If you're looking for some extra work, I may need a few... help around the house. Would you be interested?" She asked with a devilish smile.

Y/n, being too excited at the possibility of finally landing a job, failed to notice the flirty undertone in Wanda's sentence. "Absolutely!"

"Splendid! Come over to my house tomorrow and we'll discuss the details."

"I will see you tomorrow, Mrs. Maximoff. Thank you again!" The young man said with a bright smile, he started walking backwards onto the sidewalk.

"See you tomorrow, Y/n." Once they turned their backs on her, Wanda bit her lip. She had multiple things in mind for Y/n to help her with.

I did a quick research on the law of international students working in the US. I didn't get into detail but it basically said yes but there are restrictions. So ignore the actual laws, and y'know just - whatever man it's a fanfic :') When I saw the estimated cost of studying in NYU i almost cried-

Also I hope you guys don’t mind I go with a more masculine reader for this one (i really want to be called a good boy by Wanda)

I hope the reader description doesn’t confuse you guys, if it does. Its ok, i self inserted myself and im very confused abt my gender-

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x internationalstudent!reader #wanda maximommy #scarlet witch #wanda maximilf #wanda x gn!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x male reader #mommy wanda #wanda x student!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #International Affair

[justme315]

Family 1/? (g/t parenting story)

Warning:

Mention of Foster care, fear

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Summary:

Mark and James are 36 years olds. They've been together since they were teens and have been happyly married for a long time. They want to be parents, that's why they have been trying to adopt from the foster system for 5 years now, but for unspecified reasons their family case is on hold and there is no child/children they could adopt despite their excellent results on the course for a foster/adoptive family.

Cain is a 14-year-old borrower who takes care of his 8-year-old little sister - Lizzie - since their parents are gone. The kids have just moved into a new house, and not knowing human's schedule, Cain can't go borrowing yet, but Lizzie has an idea..

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James POV:

"I can't believe it!" shouts Mark "Why are they sending a refusal again?!"

"I don't know," I say in a shaky voice. So many years of trying to adopt yet nothing. We meet all the needs of a child, we have well-paid jobs, a large house, competences, great results after the adoption course, we have everything and yet they do not want to let us become parents. They don't want us to be happy. I start crying.

"Don't cry baby" Mark says softly. He sits on the floor across from me and looks me straight in the eyes "We're fine honey. We passed all the tests, we did the best we could. They're the assholes who don't want to give us a baby but remember we are going to be daddies. We're going to have a wonderful family and we will have our lovely baby at home with us and we will love them so much."

"You promise?" i sob.

"I promise"

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Cains POV:

"Lizzie, please be quieter!" I yell at my sister when she plays too loudly. We just moved and in a new house, we have to be extra careful. Not that we can normally be loud, the life of the borrower does not allow it. It's hard for me to rebuild a shelter in our new hideout, but I'll manage! I'm sure it will be okay. This place seems quiet and has a lot of space. I think that in two or three weeks we will be feeling at home. Not that we really should or could feel like that way somewhere, but it would be nice to stay somewhere a little longer.. I hope there are no children or pets in this house. That would cause a lot of worry. I only saw two adult men so far, but there are a lot of toys around the house so it looks like there is a child here, although with such peace and quietness I can doubt it.

"Cain, silly, stop worrying" I hear Lizzie say before tapping my head.

"Yeah, sorry" I sigh. "But in a new house we have to be ultra careful, okay? We can't be loud. We also have to be very good because there are new people here and we don't know their schedule. That's why I can't go borrowing for now and we have to bravely endure" I say in a nice tone to my little sister, who sits on my lap and hugs me. How are we going to survive without food? But risking going out in a new house is too dangerous..

"But we don't have any food left!" says Lizzie. God, raising a little girl alone is so hard. I wish dad and mom were here. They would know what to do. They would take care of us, I wouldn't have to be afraid or worry about food, they would take care of everything. I miss them. It's been almost 3 years since they were caught. It's been almost 3 years since we lost them. It's been almost 3 years since I have to take care of my sister and myself. I'm only 14, raising a child and borrowing is very difficult at that age! But I know no other borrowers would help us. Nobody helps orphans. We have no choice. We have to live like this. I have to do everything I can for the sake of Lizzie, my only family left. She needs me.

"I can't borrow today, I have to look at human's behavior first, but I'll bring food as soon as I can"

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Lizzies POV:

It's been 3 days without food. Cain is afraid to go borrowing. It's stupid, you can't live without food! I don't think he knows that. He told me that as far as he knew, there were only two adult humans in the house, which is probably a good thing. I don't understand why he won't go, he's good at borrowing, no human has ever seen him. And I think humans in general are stupid. They would never catch Cain or me. Because he's so afraid, I will be brave and fetch the food myself! He will see how big I am now and that he doesn't have to be so afraid for me and that he doesn't have to do everything alone. I take his hook and go. He's sleeping right now so it must be very late. We already have a tunnel to the kitchen, so getting food should be easy. I walk out of the tunnel onto the kitchen counter.

"Easy" I whisper to myself. Why was he so worried? It is very easy-pesy. It's my first time in a completely open space. Everything is so big, actually it's super cool! Why doesn't he ever take me with him?! It's so cool outside! The only problem is I can't see any food. That's bad. I need food. I look around and see a cupboard up. It's not that far. I just need to throw Cain's hook to get to stick and climb up. Relax. I throw and it really sticks. I knew I was talented! I start climbing and reach the very top. I peek inside and see chips. I'm so hungry. They look so appetizing as if they were begging me to eat them. I try to open the cupboard door, but it won't even move. "Why don't you open?!" I gets upset. I don't like that it's starting to get hard. I try to open harder. Still nothing. Finally, I pull with all my might. Oh no. The door opens and pushes me down. I'm attached to the hook's ld cord but I get tangled. I scream as I fall. I don't think it's loud though. That means I didn't get anyone's attention, which means humans are still asleep like stupid mice. But that also means I didn't scream loud enough to wake Cain. What will I do now?! I'm tangled up and can't to move at all. I'm a little scared. It's a silly lie. I'm very scared! I'm out in the open and there's absolutely nothing I can do. Doing anything without Cain was a bad idea. I start crying. I want to go back to our hideout, to my brother.. It must be a nightmare. I cry trying to break free. I need Cain! What if humans will wake up?! I'm so scared... Right now I'm hearing something. Sounds weird. Very unheard of on such a large scale. Almost like… footsteps?! Oh no. No no no!!

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James POV:

It's quite early, already around 5am, even though it's still rather dark outside. I should be getting ready for work now. I could have slept 15 more minutes but I got up because I was thirsty but now I have to go to the kitchen for another reason. I don't know what it was, but I heard a noise. It was weried, almost like a scream. But that's impossible, no one can scream that quiet. And there's no way anyone else was in our house, it didn't sound like a thief. As far as I know, bugs can't scream either - but I'm not sure, I slept in biology classes - and it's impossible for any of the talking toys we bought to activate on their own. I go into the kitchen and for a moment I don't see anything strange. It's really dark, so I can't tell if anything is out of the ordinary. I turn on the light and look around the room. I really don't see anything wrong, the room looks like any other day, no one else seems to be in it but me, everything is where it should be, even the toys seem untouched. Maybe it's just my imagination? I don't sleep very well because of all the stuff going on with the foster system and I think too much, so maybe I'm finally going crazy? Has my mind started playing tricks on me? Damn, am I really going insane? That would be a new killer for me and Mark, and then I can be sure they'll take away our licenses and we'll never be dads. Sweet Universe, I know it's hard to become parents, but we're wonderful people. Although my madness really wouldn't be good for our future baby. I need to drink water and maybe take some sedatives. I go to the cupboards to get a glass of water and that's when I hear it. A sob. Wait, what? I look around the cupboards. There is something unusual about one of them. There's a little string and.. a tiny child?!

#gt related #g/t #giant/tiny #gt community #giant tiny #gt #g/t angst #g/t concept #g/t related #g/t scenario #g/t writing #giant foster au #giant male #gianttiny #parental g/t

[gamerbearmira]

As the creator of the spiderwoman au, I can confirm that Mirabel’s world is more futuristic. Like this;

The reason why I made her village more futuristic is because every other spider man has the privilege of swinging across buildings when they just want some air (yes I know the western spider man exists, but still). So I wanted to give her that privilege too. It’s still 1950 though. 

Also, some ideas

There are two canon events and one not-so-canon event;

The miracle was a canon event and Bruno leaving was also a canon event. But what wasn’t a canon event was…Antonio getting bit by Pedro, Mirabel’s pet spider. 

It wasn’t on purpose, Antonio happened to scare the little creepy crawler and…he bit him. The bite didn’t hurt, I’m starting to notice that no spider bite actually hurts a spiderman, so it didn’t hurt tonito. 

And even though it didn’t hurt, Antonio still flailed around and screamed like it did.

Mirabel was in the room so she calmed him down.

Mira live reaction:

Quick info: Mirabel never told Antonio that Pedro bit her and that’s how she got her powers so he thought Pedro may have poisoned him. Keep in mind this was four months and 20 days before his 5th birthday. 

So Mira spent the next four months teaching Antonio how to use his new power while at the same time trying to teach him how to keep it a secret. 

During those four months Antonio catches Mirabel coming into the nursery window with a familiar suit on, He then realizes that she is La aranaposa(thank you anon or whoever you were for the name). 

Antonio had been obsessing over La Aranaposa ever since he turned four, now he has an even bigger reason to obsess because La Aranaposa is his prima-hermana. She told him to keep it a secret and like a good primo-hermano, he does. But one thing she didn’t plan on happening is Antonio constantly begging her to go fight crime with her. 

Mirabel realized that she can only say no for so long until Antonio takes matters into his own hands. Mira knows that Antonio is just as stubborn as she is, I mean he gets it from her. Antonio is the kind of stubborn kid where if he knows he has a way to help you, he’s going to help you whether you want him to or not. 

And she knows Dolores and/or Camilo can’t keep him distracted, he’s an energetic 4 ½ year old with the ability to lift a skyscraper. There’s only so much those two can do, and no amount of convincing is gonna do much either. 

“Remember Antonio, I’m letting you help me keep civilians safe, that’s your only task. Don’t help me in the fight or anything of the sort, do you understand me?” 

Antonio does a surprisingly good job, sure he’s a little sloppy but the civilians are always in good shape. 

Here’s the kicker, The candle already sees that Antonio has a gift. Sure it was an accidental one, but a gift nonetheless. So, he will not be getting one even though it’s canon for him to. And the candle knows Antonio doesn’t want one anyway, sure he acts happy when the adults and most of the grandkids bring it up but he really doesn’t care. 

In Antonio’s mind, he already has a super cool gift. He has powers just like his prima-hermana Mirabal, and she lets him help when she can. What more could he ask for? 

So yeah, on his ceremony day his door fades, everybody is in shock, but he’s just like “oh, okay” 

Somewhere along the lines Alma, and half the town, tries to blame Mirabel but Antonio and the other yellow siblings aren’t having it. Camilo and Dolores put the townspeople in their place and Antonio does the same for Alma. 

“Mirabel didn’t ask to not get a gift and neither did I, but guess what she still does her best to help the family and be nice and kind to everyone. And I don’t care, I didn’t want a gift in the first place. I would rather be normal…it seems A LOT more fun” 

So yeah, time goes on. Antonio gets to spend more time with Mira and help her fight crime. In the Au, Mirabel takes ballet and gymnastic classes and Antonio, wanting to be just like her, does ballet and gymnastic classes too. It’ll help him with battle as well so bonus points for that. 

Just as a little gift for the both of them, the candle gave them the gift of understanding Pedro, the spider. They are both ecstatic about it, and kind of surprised that Pedro is female. But she doesn’t mind, she likes the name. She liked the name even more when she was told why she was named Pedro.

So by the time Miguel meets the two, Mirabel had been La Aranaposa for 6 years and Antono had been arañanito or araña niño for a year. Mirabel is sixteen and Antonio is six in the au. When I tell you Miguel, Jess, and Lyla are gobsmacked. How could there be two spider people in the same universe? And how has said universe not caved in yet? 

Of course, he was hesitant to let them join. Both of them are too young to be spider person, Antonio even more so, but Peter B brings Mayday all the time, so there’s no excuse.  They both come by often with day passes and overtime they keep bothering him until he gives them a watch. 

Imagine the spider society just seeing this itty bitty spider boy walking through the spider lobby. On one hand it’s concerning and on the other it’s just so adorable. 

Miguel often worries for the both of them, he thinks that there could possibly be a 1610 event again (ITSV spoiler; Miles’ spider man died in the first movie in order for him to become spiderman). He doesn’t want that for his niece nor his nephew, both of them are too young for that. 

Not to mention Antonio’s canon event was disrupted by a spider that was either supposed to die or crawl away after it bit Mira. All he can really do is hope for the best for both of them.

Antonio absolutely loves the other spider teens such as Margo, Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr. He views them as his second batch of cooler older siblings (Usually calling them “hermano” or “hermana”, Mirabel does the same). You better know that Antonio uses a lot of British slang, and just like Mira, a hoodie became a part of his suit wardrobe. 

Pavitr often teaches the two madrigal sibs some indian in return of them teaching him some spanish, Hobie does the same. When they have the time, Dolores, Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio absolutely love exploring the other universes. 

Camilo loves Hobie’s universe

“Everything is like moving pictures, and how does everything keep changing styles?!” 

Even though it’s noisy, Dolores Love’s Pavitr’s universe. Pavitr had bought her some noise canceling headphones, to help with her gift. Let’s just say she was beyond grateful. Somehow the headphones had clashed with the magic and made it so she can hear things like the average human. 

“I will never take these off” 

Dolores also keeps them on in Encanto. She just asked Mirabel to put some yarn over it so the family doesn't get suspicious of the new tech. 

Now Imagine Miles, a 15 year old boy, getting a DAY PASS. And right beside him is a 6 YEAR OLD, get a watch. You better believe he is mad confused and a little hurt. 

SO TRUEEEEE‼️‼️‼️ More evidence that Miguel is play favorites and has no excuse 🫨 Gotta love Hobie’s universe, I can only imagine how much cooler it looks. And Pav helping Dolores, real ⁉️ and. Miles must be a little but hurt, you can’t lie. Like you said, Antonio is 6 and he got a whole watch 😭 (he’s butt hurt again when Antonio gives Miguel arepas and he accepts them, but when Miles tried to give him an empanada bro tossed it 💀)

I bet Antonio was terrified when he saw Miguel tweakin 😭 I doubt Miguel would Mirabel, let alone Antonio see that “scary” side of him tbh.

You know how the spider people we see get a introduction. Yeah I keep imagining Mirabel and Antonio doing one together. I might draw them a comic book cover (even though I’ve never drawn one before BUT I’D GIVE IT ASHOT🫡)

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #spiderwoman au #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers

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15 People, 15 Questions

I was tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas and @visualtaehyun 💖

Sorry it took so long for me to do this lol.

1 - Are you named after anyone?

Nope, my nickname as a child was after my grandfather though, but my actual name my auntie picked for me because she said it matched my older sister’s name well, that we ‘sounded like sisters’ with those two names.

2 - When was the last time you cried?

Like half an hour ago, one of my cats passed away last night, so it’s been a crying type of day and night.

3 - Do you have kids?

No, my niece and nephew are the closest things I’ve ever had to children.

4 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I don’t play sports anymore, but when I was young I was quite sporty. I was on the travel co-ed soccer team, I also did shot put and gymnastics as well as played badminton and volleyball.

5 - Do you use sarcasm

Yes, and I’ve been told that apparently it’s defence mechanism. Who would’ve thunk it 🤷‍♀️

6 - What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their height, their hair, their eyes, their hands/nails.

7 - What’s your eye colour?

Brown

8 - Scary movie or happy endings?

As a long time horror hound, scary movies all the way. I’ve been into the horror genre for as long as I can recall, although when it comes to my own writing, I tend to go for happy endings.

9 - Any talents?

Like, weird party trick talents? Cause I don’t have a gag reflex, which weirdly enough is a party trick. But only if I’m hanging out with lesbians or heterosexuals, gay guys are not impressed by someone not having a gag reflex lol!

10 - Where were you born?

Canada 🇨🇦

11 - What are your hobbies?

Currently, nothing really. I was recently diagnosed with anhedonia, which is a side effect of depression and other mental health issues. It causes a lack of joy and enthusiasm with life experiences in general, but also a lack of interest in your hobbies. But let’s pretend I’m not dealing with that atm, so my usual hobbies are/were video games, reading, crocheting, writing, nail art and makeup.

12 - Do you have any pets?

Yes, one dog and two cats.

13 - How tall are you?

Five foot, eight inches.

14 - What was your favourite subject in school?

History, english literature, biology.

15 - What is your dream job?

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a child, but I’m not actually sure if I want to turn something that I (typically) enjoy into work. I honestly don’t know what my dream job is, at this point any job would be good because of how insane the cost of living has gotten.

I’m not sure who has and hasn’t done this, so I’m just going to tag 15 random mutuals. By all means, you may ignore this ☺️ @mssecretplace @izayashu @usodeshou @jae-o15 @hypegirlglitzy @alienbi @sandrayy @bunnakit @jdotsodomite @quokka97 @kennyomegasweave @oh-goodness-loki @hearts-burden @brazilian-whalien52 @non-binarypal7

#tag game #15 people 15 questions

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The Same Bed: Too Late

CW: Captivity, brief religion and alcoholism talk, some big old stabbing fun, explicit noncon (marked at beginning and end with -), derogatory/dehumanizing language, blood, victim-blaming/self-blame/survivor’s guilt, choking

The Same Bed: Part One: Jake | Part Two: Krista | Part Three: Chris | Part Four: Vincent | Part Five: Antoni | Interlude | Part Six: Nat | Part Seven: Owen | Part Eight: Tonight | Part Nine: Reunion | Part Ten: Too Late | Epilogue

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Somehow, through some miracle, Vince falls asleep for a while. 

With his arms back up over his head, he isn’t sure how it’s possible. They ache, and throb, the pain winding its way down into his ribcage and up to his forearms, but… somehow he settles in just the right way, and the hurt fades just enough, that he finds his eyes slipping closed - and that he’s struggling a little more with every blink to open them again.

He doesn’t know how long he sleeps - Owen pulled the curtains shut over the windows and he has no idea what time it is, day or night. Only that Owen hasn’t come back with Kauri yet, and Vince finds himself hoping as he shifts around in the bed that there’s been a terrible accident that Kauri somehow walked away from unharmed. Just Owen, twisted and mangled in the wreckage and no longer anyone’s problem but God’s.

Not that Vince is all that sure there’s someone watching over all this bullshit - his sponsor thinks so, full on atheist-to-believer story when they met alone for the first time. I don’t know shit for certain, Vince, he’d said, smiling at him over a cup of cheap scalding coffee, in a diner where the waitress thought he was Kauri and looked genuinely disappointed to find out he was just some movie star instead. Dime a dozen in this town, where Kauri... is unique. All I know is before I had God, I had beer. It cost me my wife, my kids, and my job. And after I found God, I didn’t drink another drop. Took a couple more years of AA and therapy after that, but now my ex and I share custody. I figure even if it turns out there’s nothing up there, the belief got me my kids back, so that’s no small thing, yeah?

Yeah. Vince had smiled, a sort of sidelong half-way expression. But... I’m sorry, I don’t believe-

You don’t have to. I’m not asking you to, and I’ll never bring it up again if it makes things uncomfortable for you. It’s just part of my story on why I stopped drinking, and not even all of it. Look on my wife’s face when I showed up drunk to my eldest’s graduation, that’s the biggest reason. God just helped fill in the cracks. If you got something else to do that, that’s good, too.

I don’t know what I have. Vince had water and a coffee in front of him, the ice clinking softly. He couldn’t stop sipping things, trying to bury his need for alcohol in a flood of other liquids that at least wouldn’t tear his liver apart from the inside out. The waitress set their food down in front of them, flat diner burger and french fries, and sighed heavily in a way that told him that she was still deeply regretful he had the audacity to not be Kauri Grant. I like to help out with charity, I do a lot of that. I work with-... with pet lib groups…

So hold onto that, then. It had been a test, to see how his sponsor would react, but the man just smiled and nodded, took another drink of coffee. Vince tried his - it was bitter as hell, and he started pouring creamers into it just to take the edge off. I know the ‘higher power’ stuff can bother people, but you just need to think that a higher power can be anything that helps you. Anything that moves you forward. So maybe in your case it’s that you can be more help to those runaway pets if you’re sober. Yeah? That’s a higher power - doing good in the world. You can hold onto that. Your higher power can be the idea of leaving the world better than you found it.

Yeah. Vince thought of Kauri, having apparently been here before - he lives in a whole other city, hours away from the bright lights and raging monotony of Hollywood, but somehow he’s been down here, and often enough that the waitress had thought she recognized him. What did Kauri do, in all these years since he’d escaped being Vince’s stand-in clone for Owen to tear apart piece by piece?

His throat tried to close, and he gulped burning hot coffee to punish it for the attempt. 

Yeah, he said again, after a long moment’s thought. He thought about Kauri’s face, how it had gone from soft around the edges with shadowed, scared eyes to more angular, stronger, more determined. How he had gone from hiding from Vince to shouting him down to once or twice even offering him a drink when he showed up with a check for the safehouse. You’re right. That’s something to hold onto - doing good in the world. Making it better for having had me in it.

Doing good, whenever he could, even if it was only to help someone whose only sin had been looking entirely too much like Vincent Shield. Making things better for Kauri would leave the world better all on its own, right? So Vince chose doing good. Doing good, and covering his entire house in so many bottles of water it was a wonder there was any place to set down the books he wasn’t reading.

Vince’s eyes pop back open.

Shit, had all those thoughts just been him dreaming?

His arms are still aching, and the slow throb of all the other injured places is increasing as the very last of Owen’s very special drugs wear off. Vince frowns as he hears some movement downstairs - it must’ve been what woke him up. Might be Nat and that Jameson guy, who for the record Vince finds vaguely terrifying. Maybe, except…

No, he hears Owen’s low laughter. 

They’re back.

Vince closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Showtime, he thinks, and tries to loosen up, shifting a little and gritting his teeth against the spike of pain deep inside of him. How much can he bleed, he wonders, before it’s too much for even Owen to handle?

The sound of Owen’s feet flat on the stairs makes Vince feel sick, his heart racing rabbit-fast. It feels like it’s barely contained by his skin, like it might burst out and run where Vince himself can’t. God, Owen has always walked flat-flooted like that. Vince used to think his ‘elephant steps’ were endearing, way back before he’d been made to understand that Owen had at some point gone from someone who was his friend to someone dreaming about how it would feel to be the reason he was dead.

He’s not surprised to see Kauri in front of Owen as they appear in the doorway, but that Kauri is already naked still stops his breathing in his throat even so. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Owen says when he catches Vince’s stare. “Had him go down on me in the car. Man, driving the 5 with a mouth on your cock is some risky shit. Worth it, though. Kauri always did know how to suck a cock like a fucking champion.”

Kauri stands with Owen’s hand on his shoulder and Owen’s gun pushed into his side. His face is reddened and marked with tear tracks that catch the dim hint of light coming in from the hallway behind him, his mouth is too red and lips still slick with spit. 

The light in the hallway is behind his head, but between he and Owen just so, setting a halo around his black curls, lighting their edges in gold. It would be a good shot in a movie, Vince thinks, even as he pretends to be caught off-guard, looking from Owen’s smile to Kauri’s resigned self-disgust and back again.

“I wondered whose house this was,” Kauri says, dully. When Owen pushes him forward, turning on the light and making both of them flinch, he stumbles at first but then walks, heading for the bed. His eyes lock on Vince, like looking in a mirror of himself years ago. “Should’ve guessed. Hey, Vince.”

“Hey, Kauri.” Vince swallows. Kauri’s taking in his bruises, his nakedness. He can tell, can see those blue eyes travel along the length of him, head to toe, considering the damage that he sees and thinking, maybe, about what damage isn’t visible yet. Looking, Vince imagines, into the specter of his own future.

Short as it’s likely to be, if whatever Nat plans to do doesn’t work.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes, the words are barely audible.

Kauri must hear them, though, or at least guess. He smiles, wry and without any humor but with the kind of affection he’s never shown Vince before. “Don’t be,” He says, quietly.

“Still-”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Kauri-”

Kauri exhales, and shakes his head slowly. “You never did anything wrong, Vince. None of it, not a single bit, was ever your fault.”

Vince closes his eyes against the rush of tears. His heart twists inside of him, wringing itself out. Years of guilt weighing him down, driving him with his nightmares and his terror into the comfort that being blackout drunk could give him. 

Kauri must really think they’re both about to die if he’s willing to give Vince that absolution out loud. 

If his sponsor turns out to be right about that God thing, he hopes Kauri’s endorsement carries some kind of weight with heaven. Kauri Grant, negotiating on my behalf with God Himself. Vince has to bite back a hysterical laugh at the thought. You can be my higher power. Stop drinking, he thinks, so your Kauri will forgive you for ruining his life and tell God to let a bunch of shit go. His teeth bear down so hard on his bottom lip that the flare of hurt briefly wipes his awareness of all the other pain away. 

“Bullshit,” Owen says. There’s a sound as he sets the gun he’s been carrying down on the side table. Vince opens his eyes again to see him spin Kauri around, taking his hair in one hand and pulling his head back, chin lifting until the angle must be painful, until Kauri goes up on his toes to try to relieve some of the pressure. Owen’s green eyes search Kauri’s blue. Vince, for a second, thinks he can almost see the reflection - Owen reflecting something like clear water, for just a second. Algae overwhelming it afterward.

Vince did a documentary on global warming, once. All he can remember about it right now is a bit in his narration about how algae steals the oxygen and destroys the life beneath that can no longer breathe.

Owen smiles. “You know what, Kauri? I kept something, to give back to you.”

“Did you?” Kauri’s throat bobs. His hands are fists at his sides. “Surprised you didn’t throw all my shit in the dumpster like you did my plants.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still holding a grudge over that. Jesus Christ, Kauri, learn to move on.”

Kauri doesn’t hold the laughter back - it breaks out of him, bitter and cynical and angry. Vince watches with genuine admiration as Owen’s face turns several brand new colors in a mix of confusion, alarm, and rage. Still, Kauri laughs, putting his hands up over his face. “I can’t-... you just-... oh my god-”

“Shut up!” Owen slaps him, but it doesn’t even seem to register. Kauri just keeps laughing. “What the fuck?!”

“You are the last goddamn person who can have feelings about how long someone holds a grudge, you asshole. Vince told you no one time, what, fifteen years ago or whatever and you’re still trying to fuck him? Just go buy a goddamn sex doll like everybody else! I ran off a decade ago and you hunted me down and sent my husband’s shitty dad after him, you hurt my other husband, you scared the hell out of my little brother and my best friend, and, what, because you can’t even pay enough to make someone care about you!”

“I said shut up!”

“Oh my god, Jesus Christ,” Kauri’s giggles are airy, he can’t stop long enough even to take a deep breath. “This is amazing, I’m about to be murdered by the world’s shittiest fucking incel-”

Owen’s fist finds Kauri’s stomach, cutting the laughter off into an oof and the sound of Kauri hitting the floor. He curls up immediately, protecting himself on pure instinct just as Owen’s boot tries to land a blow. Instead of soft stomach and vulnerable head, Owen’s foot just hits his hands, his arms, his legs, and Kauri jerks in gasps of air until he can breathe.

And then he starts laughing again, whispering, “Oh my god, I’m going to die because Owen Grant can’t even pay someone to fuck him, oh my god,” over and over while Owen tries to kick him to mush on the ground. Eventually, the blows come fast and hard enough that Kauri has no air left to laugh with, and yet still his body shakes, his hands pressed over his face. 

“Owen-” Vince pushes himself up to sitting as best he can, bracing himself by closing his hands around the headboard. He hisses at the pain, but still he tries. “Owen, stop it! You’re going to kill him!”

Owen stops.

Vince hadn’t thought he actually would, and there’s a moment of silence where the two of them stare at each other. 

His cheeks are bright red, and his eyes gleam. There’s a half-second where Vince remembers Dimmer Switch, how Owen had gotten so much praise for the director for the scenes where he had to pretend to be possessed by the ghost who was killing all the principal characters. It had been the ghost of someone who had been murdered for having some kind of affair three hundred years ago.

Excellent, that is perfect, Owen, just keep giving me that, keep giving me that, you’re amazing!

It’s the same look now, only it isn’t an act. What Vince took for anger he realizes has transformed into something far worse. Lust. 

It had been lust he’d been staring at Vince with, under the lights and on the set, and Vince hadn’t known enough to see it for what it was. But he saw it now. No wonder all the gossip rags thought they were sleeping together.

“Not yet, I’m not,” Owen says, his voice husky and heavy with want. He reaches down and grabs Kauri by the hair, yanking him back up with a cry to his feet. “Come on, baby.” He drags Kauri by his hair, ignoring his limp, the sounds of pain he makes. Vince can only watch, helplessly, as Owen goes to a box he’d left on Vince’s dresser earlier and refused to explain.

Vince had been sure there was some kind of awful toy in there, one of the few things Owen hasn’t subjected him to. Owen shoves Kauri chest-first into the dresser, pressing up against his back as he leans past him to open it. One hand yanks his head back by his hair again. “Stay just like this,” Owen murmurs against his ear. Vince’s stomach flips as he hears Kauri’s pained whimper. Owen yanks again, harder. “Hey. I gave you a fucking order. What do you say, huh?”

“Y-... yes, I’ll stay still,” Kauri whispers, voice shaking. The hysterical mocking laughter is gone, now, and the years and the therapy appointments and everything fall away from Kauri, leaving behind someone younger, more frightened. The person he was before he found the courage to run.

Or maybe just the person he was the night he did.

“Good boy.” Another shudder runs through Kauri, but he holds still as Owen opens the back, and Vince’s mouth goes dry even as bile tries to force its way up his throat.

It’s a collar. Woven white-gold with sapphires, pointlessly expensive, high-necked and wide as he carefully slides it over Kauri’s skin, and closes it at the back. Owen drops his mouth to kiss the side of Kauri’s neck, and Vince can’t see Kauri’s face from this angle any longer but he can hear the hitched sob.

“Beautiful. As always. Didn’t I always tell you how beautiful you were, Kor-Bore, huh?”

He turns Kauri around, letting Vince get a better look at him. The red cheeks, the tears that run freely now. How Kauri wraps his arms around himself, shaking as he’s pushed towards the bed. “Yes,” Kauri mutters. His eyes are down, on the floor.

Downstairs, there’s a soft thump. Owen pauses, his hands on Kauri’s shoulders. For a long few seconds, silence. Vince forces himself not to look towards the door, not to give anything away. He puts a sincere expression of confusion on his face. “Owen?”

Owen shushes him, frowning and sliding an arm over Kauri’s chest to hold him. His other hand finds the gun on the side table. It pushes against Kauri’s side like it had never left. He edges towards the door. “Hanson?” He calls, thoughtful, maybe a little concerned. 

“It’s fine, Mr. Grant,” Hanson calls back, slightly strained. “The little shit can pick locks. Caught him sneaking around and put him back in. Just moving some shit in front of the door to make sure they stay there this time.”

Jameson’s voice is next, rasping cursing full-throated anger. Another thump, then some scraping. Vince feels his heart sink somewhere near his knees. Jameson locked back up... fucks up the plan.

Shit.

“Good.” Owen frowns, kicks the door closed with his foot and leaning over to lock it. He looks back at the bed, eyes roving over Vince’s long body. Green eyes note every bruise, finger-shaped around his hips, oval and with irregular edges along his chest and sides. The cuts, the wounds on his back that stick to the sheets, open and bleed, dry and stick to the sheets again. The black eye and busted lip. Vince knows he looks half-dead already.

Owen licks his lips, and Vince knows he’s never been sexier to him.

“You know what, baby, there’s something I always wanted to try…” Owen shoves Kauri forwards, moving him towards the bed. He has to more or less haul Kauri up onto it. Kauri and Vince meet eyes again - which one of them is the more terrified, Vince honestly can’t say -  before Owen spins him around.

-

Kauri’s back meets Vince’s chest with a gasp, the breath knocked from them both. Owen jerks them down until Vince is lying on his back again. Kauri lays on Vince, his head to the side of Vince’s and his hair in his face. Before he can twist to roll away, Owen grabs him by the neck, the heel of his hand jamming the edge of a sapphire into Kauri’s pale skin, pushing him back into place. He forces himself between Vince’s legs - tied wide open, and long since gone numb. 

In the process, he pushes between Kauri’s legs, too.

“Stay still,” Owen says, almost gently. His thumb pushes against Kauri’s pulse. “Or this is really going to hurt you, Kor-Bore. And you may be a giant fucking slut but you and I both know you never liked it when I hurt you.”

“N-... no-”

Owen’s thumb presses in harder. “You don’t say that to me, now do you, Kauri? Huh? Do you get to say no to me?” His other hand grabs Kauri by the wrist, moves his hand behind Vince’s head. “Grab your other hand and hold it there.”

When Kauri doesn’t move fast enough, Owen snorts and grabs the other hand to shove it back, too. Now his fingers are interlaced behind Vince’s neck, and the position makes his back arch a little bit. His ass is pressing against Vince’s pelvis and hips now, half-grinding down on him, and Vince feels some strange sense of horrible pleasant pressure.

“Owen-” Vince’s voice is thin with holding Kauri’s weight. He shifts uncomfortably. “Owen, please, please, for the love of God, don’t fuck him on top of me-”

“Ssssshhhh.” Owen smiles down at the two of them, pressing a finger to Vince’s lips. Kauri’s breathing is so fast and so shallow Vince wonders if he’ll black out from lack of oxygen before anything actually happens. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this for so fucking long, Vince, you don’t even know. Two of you? Fucking amazing. I feel so fucking jazzed, you know? I bet I could come in you both in an hour or less, I bet I don’t even need a refractory period tonight, just fuck you both to death.”

Vince’s eyes widen, and Kauri’s shoulders shake with weeping. There’s another thump from downstairs. Vince dimly hears scarred up little piece of shit slut through the door. Some more thumps. I’ll fucking show you-

A cry.

Owen hesitates, looking towards the door. “Hey, Hanson, do you need-”

“I got this! I got the little shit handled this time!” Hanson sounds breathless. 

“Good.” Owen’s voice drops back to a mutter. “Vince, you fucking prude. Never done this before, huh? Well, it’s sure not Kauri’s first threesome. Is it, baby? Hm? You can tell me and Vince. Just between us.”

“N-... it’s not,” Kauri gasps. Owen takes the hand off his neck, briefly. He pulls something from his pocket, then starts working his pants down over his hips, not bothering to undress any more than he has to for what he’s about to do. “Had… a ton of them, all kinds of-... Owen, please, oh god-”

Owen chuckles. Vince can’t see what he’s doing but by how Kauri goes suddenly tense enough that Vince wonders if his bones will just full-on snap from the pressure of his muscles, he thinks Owen is working a finger inside. Then two. And it won’t be easy, and it won’t be kind, and Vince aches in sympathy with him, his own damage still a constant reminder. “How many?”

“Wh-what?” Kauri’s voice is breathless, whispering, thin.

“How many threesomes, Kauri? Huh? How many times has my little slut been exactly what I made him to be?”

“Don’t know. A, a hundred? Maybe more? I don’t know, probably-... probably less, they’re less fun than you think un, unless everyone is up for it the same amount and-... Jesus fuck,that hurts, it hurts, shit-”

“That’s okay, baby,” Owen says tenderly. He leans forward, fingers buried inside of Kauri, and kisses him. Vince closes his eyes, but he can’t escape the noise, the sounds of spit and tongue and lips and Kauri’s soft protesting whimpers going higher and higher pitched. Owen finally pulls back, and kisses Kauri’s forehead. “It’s supposed to hurt. And it’s going to hurt a whole lot worse than this before I’m done with you.”

“Owen-”

“That’s not what you call me.” Owen shifts on the bed, and Vince listens as Kauri’s soft whimper suddenly ratchets to a high pitch. It’s all he can hear, the sounds of pain as Owen forces himself inside, the weight of him pushing Kauri’s him down so Vince’s bruises ache, the fingers that have already torn and bruised and marked him now making the same smudged black-and-purple shadows on Kauri. “God, you always felt so good. So fucking good. Made for me, huh? My little slut, just for me, my little Vince whore who never says-... says no-”

Kauri cries out and the bed rocks as Owen thrusts forward, finally burying himself fully inside based on how Kauri’s body arcs like he’s been struck by lightning, shuddering, his hands pressing hard to the back of Vince’s neck. 

“Good boy,” Owen murmurs, and pulls back, rocks forward again. He takes up a slow, almost ponderous rhythm, and Kauri’s whimpers and cries go on and on and on. Vince wonders if Hanson found Antoni, did away with him, if that’s what the thumps were. If Jameson and Nat are already dead. If everyone is dead but he and Kauri, a house of corpses and a madman whose eyes are wide and rimmed in white as he smiles down at the two men he is destroying.

“Hurts-” Kauri whines against Vince’s ear, and then he goes suddenly still. Vince opens his eyes as Owen’s hands close, slowly but with deliberation, around Kauri’s throat. “No-”

“You don’t say no,” Owen says, voice low and soft. “Ever again.”

“Owen, no, please, he hasn’t done anything wrong!” Vince begs shamelessly, closing his hands into fists. He feels the metal cuffs around them, rattles the chain that connects him to the attachments on the headboard. He takes a deep breath. “Let him go and just take me, Owen, you always wanted me, right? Just take me! Just-”

“I’ll take you after,” Owen says, and never even looks at him. “But first…” He thrusts forwards, and when Kauri cries out Owen’s hands grip onto his throat and start to squeeze. “You shouldn’t have run away from me,” Owen mutters. The headboard smacks into the wall, thunk thunk thunk thunk. Kauri’s cries are whispered, now, barely making it out of the pressure closing his throat. “You can’t run if you’re dead, huh? Can’t run away from me again, never again, never again never again, never again-”

He loosens and tightens his grip in rhythm with his thrusting, with his words. Kauri’s body writhes on top of Vince’s, and his hands leave their spot at the back of Vince’s neck.

How much death does Owen need to stop, for this to be over? The thought is barely human, moving through Vince’s mind like the wail of a banshee, a beseeching plea and a warning of coming death offered in something more instinctive than words. 

There’s a thud at the door, then another.

Vince could laugh - the cavalry is coming, about five minutes too late to do any-fucking-thing about it.

They are trapped animals under the hunter’s hands and nothing more. Vince’s heart, desperate to keep beating, races to push oxygen into every cell, his mouth is open to pull more in from the air. He’s going to die, the both of them are going to die before that door breaks down.

Vince just… wants this to stop.

It has to stop. 

Kauri’s spine arches, shoulder blades and lower back digging into Vince’s collarbone and pelvis respectively. His hair spills backwards over Vince’s face and spreads out on the pillow. Through gaps between Kauri’s wild black curls he can see Owen, green eyes now narrowed and focused, his lip pulled back from his teeth in a snarl.

He can feel his hips snap forward, can feel the trickle of something warm that he realizes is Kauri’s blood.

“No,” Vince whispers.

The sounds at the door ratchet up, someone throwing themself against it from the other side. There are words buzzing like flies, shouted through, but Vince can’t hear them. He can only hear, and feel, Kauri fighting to survive.

Kauri’s hands grip at Owen’s wrists, claw helplessly at his knuckles and fingers, even as they squeeze and release, squeeze and release. The collar is going to leave marks in Kauri’s throat, bruises maybe a coroner will understand but maybe wherever Owen is going to put him will leave him lost for so long there won’t be any evidence left to find. 

They’re both going to die, Kauri and then Vince.

What had Jameson said?

When you kill someone, you own them. You own their death.

Owen’s going to own them both, in a way that no one else ever will.

How much death before it’s over? Will it stop with us? Will he kill Nat and Jameson? Will he kill Antoni?

Will he just find someone else who looks a little like me, and start again?

Will he just find someone else?

Something in Vince feels, suddenly, disconnected. This moment is happening to his body but not to him, and some deep logical part of his mind reminds him of something he had forgotten. A step he’d taken years ago, made a habit and forgotten about, in every place he’s ever lived since he ran from Owen the first time.

Kauri’s hair brushes against his lips, tickles up the inside of his nose. Kauri’s frantic struggles are starting to slow, his desperate attempts to find air are little more than brief whistling gasps. His fingernails have dug bloody lines into the backs of Owen’s hands and wrists but it doesn’t matter, and he’s starting to falter.

How much death before it stops?

Vince hopes he’s strong enough for what is about to happen, strong enough to see it through to the bitter, awful end.

“Pl-please-...” Kauri’s mouth is moving but the whisper barely exists, now. His hands fall from Owen’s, finally, and his body goes limp as Owen’s thrusting reaches a fever pitch, as the headboard smacks into the wall so hard Vince knows it’s knocking divots out, paint scrapes and bits of drywall drifting towards the ground. “Mr… Owen… please d-don’t-... please-”

“Goodbye, Kauri,” Owen says, breathless, smiling as he forces himself back in deep once more and goes still, letting out a soft and shuddering sigh. “God, I loved fucking you so, so much...”

How much death?

The answer, in Vince’s mind, comes with a brutal swift certainty.

Just one more.

Owen’s eyes close, as he savors Kauri’s body still shaking and shuddering even as Vince knows the light is fading from his eyes. Dying on his cock and under his hands. Owen hums, leaning over, pressing a kiss to Kauri’s lips, stealing what little air he can still find.

-

Vince takes a deep breath.

Then he jerks his arms forward as hard as he can, feeling the handcuffs that Nat had left a little loose pull taut. He doesn’t care about hurting himself or pulling a muscle any longer. He just pulls as hard as he can and ignores the way his body screams at him.

One of the chains snaps.

His left hand drops, and before Owen has even opened his eyes fully Vince has found the knife he’s been hiding under his mattress since he was twenty-one years old and came home from the hospital sure Owen would appear in the night to finish what he started. He’s had it in every apartment, in his first and second house, now in this one. He’s never, ever moved in without this same sharp knife slipped between the frame and the mattress the very first night. He’s never slept in a hotel without it.

Owen starts to move, his green eyes startled.

By the time he takes in the broken chain, by the time he can even start to understand what he’s looking at, Vince is already jamming the knife sideways through his throat and ripping it to the side as hard as he can. 

Owen lets go of Kauri, pulling out of him to grab at his own neck, and Vince stares at the bright red waterfall of blood. It drips hot onto his thighs. He can’t make his fingers go loose around the knife. Instead, he pushes himself - and Kauri, still limp on top of him - up and jams the knife in again.

And again.

And again.

Oh, God, it smells, the blood smells, hot and copper salty-sweet smell overwhelming him. Owen chokes on it, gasps around it. It pours down his throat into his lungs and comes back up out of his mouth as he coughs, collapses to one side, clawing at it like Kauri had been clawing at his hands just a minute ago, and just as helpless to make the violence stop as Kauri had been.

Vince’s stomach flips, and he turns to throw up over the side of the bed, but there’s nothing in his stomach and it’s only sour bile and saliva, blood and spit, nothing else exists in the world but this. 

The door bashes open, slamming so hard the knob hits the wall, and Vince is aware of something, some kind of other presence, and if it’s Hanson he’ll kill him, too.

Kauri’s mouth is open. He’s limp, warm, falling as Vince’s moves. His head tilts slightly to the side against Vince’s neck. Vince can’t tell if he’s even still breathing. It’s all so far away. It’s all so distant, feet away from his awareness even as he’s the one who just committed murder, even as there’s a maybe-dead-man lying on him, even as his bed is full of fresh blood and old, dried and bright, and Vince owns Owen this time.

He owns Owen Grant’s death.

He owns the life that Owen stole from him.

It’s his and Owen can’t have it ever again.

He-

Vince’s stomach revolts again, and still it’s only clear spit that drips down onto the floor. 

A hand is over his where he still grips tightly to the knife, and he jolts back into awareness, turning to look up and to the side to see Nat looking at him. She doesn’t hesitate at the sight of the blood. She isn’t frightened of his hand holding the knife. She only says, softly, “Vince, he’s dead now. It’s done.”

“N-Nat-... Nat, I just-... oh God.” He starts to shake, the knife clattering down to the ground. “Oh God, oh God, oh God-”

“I’m so sorry, honey. I’m so sorry. We couldn’t get up here in time, Jameson had to-... it doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry-”

“Kauri-” Antoni runs in, shoving Owen, who is still twitching, onto the floor like he’s a blanket on a too-warm night and grabbing at Kauri with his dark eyes full of an unfamiliar panic. He pulls Kauri towards him, limp and with his eyes slightly open in a way that Vince has seen in too many movies but never in real life before. 

“We were too late,” Nat whispers, and Vince wonders if someone can visibly break apart with the weight of guilt. It looks like she might. “For you both.”

There’s blood on Antoni already, and Vince wonders if Hanson is dead yet or still dying. It was a hell of a fight, and based on how Antoni looks, one he barely won. 

Antoni’s hands are on either side of Kauri’s face, and he leans forward, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, briefly his mouth. “Kauri? No, no… Kasha?” There’s no answer, and Antoni’s expression twists into an ugly, guilty grief. “Kasha! Nyet! Nyet, nyet, YA dolzhen byl vas spasti, no ya opozdal… mne zhal', Kasha, ya opozdal… nyet, yubov' moya, nyet-”

One arm is around Kauri, holding him upright, while the other pushes two fingers just under his jaw. Antoni lets out of sob, dropping his head to Kauri’s shoulder. “Yego serdtse b'yetsya, slava bogu, mne zhal’, Kasha, mne zhal’-... I love you…”

“Antoni?” Nat’s voice is tight. “Ant, tell me-”

“His heart,” Antoni says, weeping, his accent so thick Vince can barely understand a word he says. “His heart, Nat, my Kasha-...”

“His heart what, Antoni please-” Nat’s voice is shaking. Vince wonders how many of the runaways she’s lost to death over the years. If losing Kauri would hurt more than most, after he’s been a part of her family for so long, or if she would just… mark him down on whatever list she keeps within her of everyone she didn’t save.

“His heart… his heart, it beats,” Antoni gasps. Downstairs, there’s more muffled thumps, the sound of footsteps on the stairs. “His heart, my Kasha, my Kasha is alive, my Kasha-”

“Kauri-” Jake is in the doorway and then he’s at the bed and Vince isn’t sure how it happened in an instant, but it did. Owen’s dead body barely notes a glance for the big man, only something he steps over as he throws himself across the room, arms around Antoni and Kauri both at once, holding them both. Kauri suddenly coughs, gasps in a thin burst of air, shakes all over. 

“Kauri-” Jake’s eyes search over his face. “Kauri, talk to me, please, please, please-”

“Kasha-... pozhaluysta govorite, Kasha-”

“My h-head,” Kauri croaks, barely audible. His eyes open more, glazed-over and foggy. “H-hurts so f-fucking much-”

Someone lets out a breathy laugh, Vince isn’t sure which one. They hold each other, the three of them, and Vince thinks there isn’t any world outside of them, as far as they’re concerned. For now. 

Nat looks over at Vince, not at the three on the end of the bed, and he wonders what it costs her to care for him first and leave Kauri to Antoni and Jake. But when he meets her eyes, she doesn’t look like someone who would rather be holding anyone else. She’s looking only at him.

“Vince,” She says, voice low. “I’m... not going to ask if you’re okay.”

“Yeah.” He manages a shaky, barely-there laugh. “F-for the record, I’m really not, but…”

“Let’s get you cleaned off,” She says, smiling with a soothing, soft warmth. Something about it - how she doesn’t linger on his wounds, or look pitying - is exactly what he wants… needs… to see. She has to go pick up the key off the dresser to unlock his other wrist cuff, and he can’t hold back the groan of pain and relief as once more his arms are both down at his sides. Nat eases him to his feet, and they make a slow, painful, shuffling walk to the enormous master bathroom. 

God, he hates that bathroom.

He hates everything about this stupid house.

“Hey, Nat?”

She hums, helping him move into the shower. He never realized until now how the silver is beginning to overtake the brown in her hair. He wonders if he stopped dyeing his own, how long it would take to look the same. “What?”

“Can… can I come stay with you for a while? My, um. I think I want to move out.”

When Nat laughs, Vince starts to laugh too. The water turns on in a spray of heat against sore, tired, bruised muscles. And they laugh, hysteric and exhausted, until Vince starts to cry. But for the first time since he was twenty-one, it isn’t fear he’s crying with.

“I think I can find the space,” Nat says, finally barely getting her voice under control. “Jameson won’t mind. He’s downstairs, uh… cleaning up. We’ll tell him. He won’t mind.”

“Won’t he?”

“Okay, he will, but… I don’t know, Vince. I think he’ll like you a lot more now.”

“Will he?” That gets another laugh, more relief than good humor. Vince slides to seated in the shower, pain throbbing everywhere and sort of nowhere at the same time, tipping his head back against the wall. He can hear Antoni and Jake talking over the sound of the water and through the open door, the pauses where Kauri must be whispering back to them. “That’s funny.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I… I think I like me more now, too.”

-

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @thefancydoughnut @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things

#whump #the same bed arc #noncon tw #noncon touching #noncon kissing #violent noncon #sadistic whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #obsessive whumper #bruised #beaten #choking tw #brief talk of religion #brief talk of alcoholism #natalie yoder: here to help the rescues #vincent shield is not a hero #antoni sings lullabies #jake the shelter guy #erase to control #owen grant is a nice guy #also a dead one! #whumper death #stabbing tw #stabbed #knives #Blood #blood tw #so much blood #bbu

[inklessletter]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

I got tagged by the lovely @zerokrox-blog, @steddieas-shegoes and my sis from another miss @mentallyundone. Thank you so much!!

Are you named after anyone? Well. That's a funny story ('funny' now because time has passed and were other stuff more important going on) but my parents made an agreement that if I was born female my mom would pick the name, and if I was born male, then my father would. Things got messy during labour and both my mom and I had a hard time. Doctors told my parent that I wouldn't survive the following two weeks. So my dad went to register my birth, while my mom and I were still at the hospital, and my dad knew that my mom's girl name dream was 'Rocío'. Technically I was going to be named like that, but after the doctors' news my dad didn't want my mom's dream girly name to be attached to something so devastating as losing her firstborn, so he passed by a fashion store called "Vanesa's wardrobe" and registered me as such. So, I guess I am technically named after a store.

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. Out of pure stress.

Do you have kids? No, I don't. I hope to be a mom someday, I've got so much love to give <3

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only in my closest circle. I am afraid that I will someday use sarcasm and I get missunderstood and I make a fool of myself. Also, I might offend someone accidentally, so, I guess I use sarcasm when I am comfortable to know that I'm not going to be taken seriously.

What sports do you play/have you played? My mom tried so hard. She enrolled me into karate, tennis, gymnastics, flamenco dancing, salsa and bachata... I like dancing, but... I don't like getting sweaty. Ugh.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? The energy.

What’s your eye color? That's uh, weird. They are green, yellow and blue. From afar they tend to look more like green, but they're multicolored, really.

Scary movies or happy endings? Uh, there are scary movies with happy endings. I don't see how these are antonyms. I guess I am more incline to happy endings.

Any special talents? No, not really. I'm pretty average.

Where were you born? Málaga, Spain. (Very beautiful city, full of life and sunburnts, very loud, full of beaches. Come see me, I'll get you the best churros)

What are your hobbies? Right now reading, writing and drawing. Drawing specially. But I like bowling a lot. And OH, I am a board game enthusiast. I do love old supermario games, and I actually won tetris. Twice (is that a special talent, though?). My favorite game is Pandemic and Catan.

Do you have pets? I've got the laziest dog. His name is Appa, after Aang's flying bison. No, he doesn't fly. (He doesn't even run).

How tall are you? 5'0 (154 cm). That's right folks! I can proudly say that I'm the tallest hobbit you'll ever meet.

Favorite subject in school? Art and English.

Dream job? I would very much to make a living out of my art. That's a long shot, but if I ever grow bold enough I might open a patreon or something. I've thought of becoming a tattoo artist, too. For years I've been wanting to become a (sexy) librarian (Belle just got really imprinted in my psyche as a child, I guess.)

Let me know you, babes @spicysix @matchingbatbites @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @auroraplume @flowercrowngods @2btheanswertothequestion @scoops-stevie

[twilightknight17]

Yesterday on P3R: jumping to conclusions, the time-honored tradition of taking my pet to the movies, questionable decisions, and more Tartarus!

So when you take Koromaru on walks, you can run into your other social links and it’ll give you points. Which is good because my daytime social links are suffering. I’ve already figured out a rough idea of how I’m gonna have to play them the second time around.

...not yet I’m not, but Koromaru’s definitely a good start.

Akihiko goes to meet up with Shinji, who still doesn’t want to rejoin SEES after “what happened two years ago”. Which is apparently different from what happened to Miki, who they mentioned before. Shinji refers to seeing someone die, and Ken, who is eavesdropping, has a major reaction to hearing that.

He apparently comes to the conclusion that Shinji, who he didn’t know before now, is related to his mother’s death two years ago. Which seems… like kind of a leap? Obviously I haven’t gotten the full picture (even though I know what happened to Ken’s mom), but right now I’m kind of thinking that the movie handled this particular character bit better?

We’ll see, I guess. Meanwhile, thanks to Koromaru, I finally managed to max a social link! August is WAY too late to be only on my first one. X’’’’’D But I went into this blind, so I’m not surprised.

The film festival has been going on for like… two weeks now? I dunno. I keep ignoring people inviting me to the movies to try to get my social links up. Which. Honestly I probably should have been going to the movies, since my academics are STILL at a 4. I’m not even gonna be able to start Mitsuru’s link this round at this rate.

But I did go see a superhero movie with Junpei, and a ninja movie with Aigis. And I tried to take Koromaru to the movies, but…

Let him watch the movie, you monsters!!

After that failure, it’s back to Tartarus, because some other idjit has wandered in. And another cat.

Honestly, I’m willing to buy the cats, but:

1. How are these people wandering into Tartarus in the first place? Why are they at the school at night?

2. HOW DO THEY GET SO HIGH? This person was on like floor 102. HOW did you get up there without getting munched??? Even if I took out the gatekeepers there’s still other shadows everywhere???

Whatever. X’’’D Rescue mission successful, so back to social linking and puttering around the dorm.

Ikutsuki calls us all to a very important meeting to announce that Ken is joining SEES as our newest member!

Sir, that’s great and all, but that is a literal child. He is in elementary school. Mitsuru and Akihiko are uneasy (for two different reasons), and I can’t really blame them! Sure, Ken asked to join, but it’s Ikutsuki’s job as the responsible adult here to tell him that NO, he is not ALLOWED to go into the nightmare tower to fight deadly monsters!

Honestly, how did you even get a SEES uniform made for him so fast, Ikutsuki?

Junpei is spending his days hanging out and still trying to talk to the pretty girl at the station. He asks to see her drawing when it’s finished, even though she’s still being very aloof.

I think he’s being very nice, actually. She thinks he’s weird. XD

I check in with Maiko, who has had a long talk with her parents. They finally explained why they’re getting a divorce, and she’s sad about it, but she understands. If they had just explained from the start instead of getting mad and hitting her, we might have avoided a lot of shit.

She does mention, though, that she has to pick which of them to live with. I don’t like either of them, but at least her mom didn’t hit her??? I told her it was her choice, though, and she was good with that until she realized that her mom might be moving far away. Then she wouldn’t get to play with me anymore.

I want this kid to be happy so bad.

Somehow yet another idiot has wandered into Tartarus, and there’s only a few days left til the full moon, so I guess I’m going to get them. As soon as I went in, Ken asked to be in the main team, and like… Kid, I know you’ve got a spear taller than you are, but do you have any training at all???

He’s a bless-user, though, so… helpful.

Idiot retrieved, time to go home and--

I have been asleep for five minutes, Pharos. Please. I know the moon will be full in a week. It’s okay.

Junpei actually manages to introduce himself to the pretty girl, only to realize that her hand is bleeding. He promptly freaks out and tries to help her.

This completely confuses her. She literally calls him weird for being worried about her. But as she’s leaving, she tells him her name is Chidori, and that she’ll be done with her drawing soon if he wants to come back and see it.

There’s one free day left before going back to school, so I head to the mall to pick up some new armor on sale, as well as browse the stuff at the antique shop.

(I have forgotten what that lady wants for the aojiru quest so I’m gonna have to look that up because ughhhhhhh)

It’s interesting that the antique shop weapons focus more on the effect than straight power. But at some point, straight power is gonna outclass them. I think that--

...you know what, let’s just head out before I laugh the shop down.

None of my summer social links are ready to rank up, so rather than spending time with any of them, I’m gonna take my last free day and try out working at the blue store. For some reason I thought this was a spa, but it actually appears to be some kind of accessory/crystal healing shop.

No velvet in here, but it does offer you the ability to recall forgotten skills for your personas, so I guess the blue is still appropriate. And working here ups my charm and academics! Plus, I have the Temperance bonus, so I have to level up my academics now?

Right?

…right?

……Minato pls you just gotta cram a few more braincells in there I’m begging you. X’D We’re literally going back to school tomorrow, and summer school made you NO smarter than when we left. God. Why this. XDDDDD

#Li plays P3Re #Minato's terrible horrible no-good academics stat #(It's not actually that bad but ughhhhhhh)

[berisims]

TAGGED: 15 QUESTIONS

Got tagged by @alpine-lapine and after running a poll on who I should make this about, it turns out ✨Morgyn✨ won with 50% of the votes. Not my OC, but people seem to like them, so I shall deliver!

Questions & answers under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

No idea. My mother never bothered to tell me.

When was the last time you cried?

I'm not sure. I haven't shed a tear in a long while. Though if I had to guess, I'd say the time I was told about Tess' disappearence probably being tied to her potential death was the last time I truly cried.

Do you have kids?

Not at the moment. Though Minerva keeps telling me how she has visions of me holding two curly haired children who look suspiciously like me and...an acquaintance. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.

Do you use sarcasm?

Oh I live for sarcasm. To be fair, I think it's a Sage thing. *Snicker* Yeah, I'd say it comes with the job.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes. Not in the superficial "you've pretty eyes" manner, but in the "I now know your every secret" kinda way. You can learn so much about a person just by looking them in the eyes. You can find out if they're excited, scared, maybe intimidated by your presence. Some are subtle and others not so much. It's quite interesting, honestly. And telling of a person. Which is why I often use sunglasses when going out... Yes, even at nightime...I do the eye reading thing, not them.

What’s your eye colour?

Green, unfortunately. Most people think it's a lovely color, but to me it only serves as a reminder that I actually have a father who never bothered to make an appearance in my life. I'd much rather have my mother's brown even if our relationship is rocky.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I find happy endings to be cliché and far too boring these days. Bring in the horror. I'm all for it. I just won't guarantee it'll do a good job of scaring me.

Any special talents?

I can light things on fire and put them out with a simple flick of my wrist, but I suppose this so called "talent" is exclusive to spellcasters alone. If we're talking regular human talents then I'd probably say...acting. My fellow sages can attest to that.

Where were you born?

It's a blur, honestly. I know my mother was originally from Glimmerbrook and that I was raised in Windenburg up until I decided to run away at the age of 16, but I'm unsure if I was actually born there. I always had the idea that we simply moved shortly after my birth as a means to chase after my bastard father. But again, this is not something that I know for certain.

What are your hobbies?

There are a ton of things I enjoy doing, none of which I consider to be a hobby aside from reading, maybe. I don't have that much free time away from the Magic Realm, anyways. Simeon has been trying to get me into gardening though, but I don't think it's for me. After all, it's not like I can grow plants out of thin air like he can. He's the expert in Practical Magic, not me...and I wouldn't be caught dead digging through dirt and soil with my own bare hands.

Have you any pets?

I do. A 2 year old Dobermann. His name is Asmodeus. 

What sports do you play/ have played?

I'm honestly not that much of a sports person anymore, but I used to do gymnastics as a kid. And it's fortunate that I did, because all that trained flexibility still comes in handy sometimes. *L. Faba snorts in the distance* L. take your mind out of the gutter, that's not what I meant.

How tall are you?

Around 5'7.

Favourite subject in school?

My memories of school are brief and muddled, but I remember I used to love biology. And physics. The irony of it all baffles me to this day.

Dream job?

I've never given it much thought, especially after dropping out before I could even finish high school. Years later, the..."oportunity" to become a Sage made itself known and I took it. It wasn't like I had much of a choice in the matter, with me being the one apprentice Tess left before she went missing. I was obviously still in training when that happened, but the Realm desperately needed a new Sage of Untamed Magic and so I had to rise up to the occasion and take the position for myself. At first, I was resentful and felt that becoming a sage was the equivalent of becoming a prisoner of the Realm. But I soon realized this wasn't the case and eventually grew to love what I currently do. There is so much more to being a Sage than just holding the Magic Realm in place. Today I can confidently say that this is, in fact, my dream job.

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None of you has to do this if you're not feeling up to it, but just in case you are, I'm tagging @starlightthing , @trappedwell , @samssims and @edyavtostopom . The original template is in english, but if any of you feels more comfortable doing this in a different language, then go for it! Your blog, your rules!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #realm of magic #morgyn ember #beri plays tag with words #the way I just pulled their dog out of my a- #I thought about giving them a cat first but I was like #no we're going down the canine route this time #and it's gotta match their personality to a certain degree #and so asmodeus was born #he's intimidating and elegant much like his owner #bork bork bjork

[dogmomwrites]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Got a couples tags for this one, so thank you, @andromedaexists, @eli-writes-sometimes, and @mariahwritesstuff! I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @axl-ul, @zoya-writes, @traveler-of-realms, @littlepatchofhell, @magic-is-something-we-create, @penspiration-writing, @thetruearchmagos, @witherednightmare, @zmwrites, @writingpotato07, @regalserpent, @fearofahumanplanet, @pluttskutt, @smzeszikorova, and @the-finch-address, as well as an open tag in anyone wants to join in! I'm well aware I'm a bit behind on this one lol

Since I had multiple tags, in addition to my own answers I'm gonna answer half of the questions for an oc and the other half for another oc. I'm gonna use the brothers Riley and Jimmy from my unnamed WIP (and it's unnamed sequel! *sob*)

⚠️ really long post, sorry! ⚠️

My answers

Are you named after anyone? Not to my knowledge. My mom was pretty random about names—my oldest sibling wasn’t named after anyone at all whereas my second oldest sibling was named after two different people

When was the last time you cried? I genuinely do not remember but I know it was a really long time ago

Do you have kids? No, thank goodness, because while I’d be a better parent than most parents I see in public, I very very much do not want that. I get worn out by nothing, I really could not handle a whole actual human child

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. I’ve been told I have a dry humor (to which I responded “well, yeah, I grew up in a landlocked state.” He laughed the whole way back to his office lmao)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Whether they seem happy or not

What’s your eye color? Dark blue, but I have sectoral heterochromia in my right eye! The different color is brown, and there are three sections of it, so it looks like I have a brown star in that eye! My heterochromia and my hair have always been my favorite things about myself lol

Scary movies or happy endings? This is circumstantial for me. I don’t really have a preference betwixt these options on their own. Curse of the Black Pearl scared the shit out of me when I was…however young I was when it first came out, I don’t remember and I don’t wanna math my age, but—it scared me then (that was before I learned I have severe kinemortophobia; I can handle CoBP skeletons now) and now it’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Alternatively, Return of the King technically has a happy ending cuz they succeed at destroying the Ring, and that is also one of my favorite movies of all time. I would need more info about the movie to make my pick, but I do prefer action and comedy, so happy ending? Most labeled scary movies are really dull to me and only rely on jumpscares (which annoy me illimitably). Anyway, I’ll shut up about this question cuz that ended up really long; sorry!

Any special talents? Uhhh rambling, I guess lmao

Where were you born? Arkansas, although I have never actually lived in that state. I am grateful for that

What are your hobbies? Writing. Reading. Games—video, board, card, outdoor. Procrastinating writing 😔

Have you any pets? Yesss! I have always had dogs and sometimes cats, and as of now, I have two buppy and the dumbest kitty I’ve ever had. She will literally run face-first into the wall and doesn’t always catch herself when you slowly lower her to the floor in that sliding motion, like you’re pouring water from your hands. She has landed on her face—multiple times!!—from that because she apparently doesn’t think landing on her paws is important. She's so dumb, it's great

What sports do you play/have played? Softball when I was peewee. Since then, I haven’t been on any actual teams, but I have dabbled with mini golf and yard football (I have a good spiral but I do not have the yeet)

How tall are you? 5’8, close to 5’9 I think?

Favorite subject in school? English cuz I got good grades in it lmao outside of quizzes and tests, I always loved reading about biology and I really enjoyed my psychology classes

Dream job? Writer tbh, with like a side gig at an animal sanctuary or smth

For Riley. He’ll take the odd numbers

Are you named after anyone? When his biological mother was young, she had a dog that she loved more than anything; had it throughout her teen years and even a couple years into her twenties. It was rough on her when the dog passed, but not long after that, she had her firstborn with her husband. She never considered any name other than what her dog had been called—Riley Zeke

(3) Do you have kids? Yes, although that’s a very sensitive topic for him

(5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? Behavior and how they communicate with those around them

(7) Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. He was a big fan of scary movies when he was a dating teen tho lol

(9) Where were you born? Alabama, although when his biological parents died, he and his brother were moved up north to their paternal grandmother. He had a bit of an accent when he was first moved, but it faded

(11) Have you any pets? No, actually. While Riley has never had a pet of his own, there were many a dog and cat brought into their house during his younger years; however their mother drew the line when a nest on baby squirrels was brought inside

(13) How tall are you? Riley is 6’2, and stopped growing somewhere in his late teens

(15) Dream job? All he knows is soldiering tbh it was his dream ever since he was five years old. He does love being the center of attention though, so something to do with a stage would be pretty good for him

For Jimmy, who gets the even numbers

(2) When was the last time you cried? That’s a tough question. I know of a couple times he’s cried, but he doesn’t cry very often

(4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yeah, he uses sarcasm a lot

(6) What’s your eye color? Jimmy has dark green eyes. No heterochromia for him tho (RIP)

(8) Any special talents? Quite a few, actually. For starters, he’s not the best musician in the family, but he does know how to play three instruments, he can control lucid dreams, he can roll multiple coins across his knuckles at the same time, he knows a few magic tricks, and he can juggle just about anything—if he has four or fewer items, he doesn’t even need to pay much attention to what he’s doing. Lots of things were broken during his practicing years for that

(10) What are your hobbies? Nonsense, shenanigans, and a little dabbling in tomfoolery

(12) What sports do you play/have played? Jimmy was probably the laziest of his siblings tbh he didn’t care much for sports. Tried most of them out but never committed to them beyond the season. He didn’t even finish the season for soccer. He doesn’t like running

(14) Favorite subject in school? Science. He’s always loved doing the experiments himself, and science is the perfect scapegoat for when something gets set on fire, as it is more than just an excuse, it is a reason!

#15 questions 15 mutuals #tag game #open tag #open to everyone #my oc #original character

[avocado-frog]

15 tags 15 mutuals

@the-stray-storyteller but pretend i did this weeks ago

Are you named after anyone? My friend Ail picked my name off a pinterest baby name board during lunch in eighth grade so I doubt it. Sometimes if someone asks I'll pick a random famous Isaac (I have a list of them that I circle through)

When was the last time you cried? I freaked myself out before I had to do a photography presentation back in January and Literally Shut Down and started crying and my teacher thought I was having a seizure

Do you have kids? God forbid.

Do you use sarcasm? Once when I was seven I got a haircut and my friend asked me if i cut my hair and I told him that No I just dyed the ends invisible and he believed me until FOURTH GRADE So yes

What's the first thing you notice about people? Depends. If someone is wearing a bright pink raincoat in July that's probably the first thing I'd notice. But typically idk just what their face looks like

Eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? I mean you can have both. I like horror movies but I've only seen one that genuinely spooked me (Hereditary scared me out of looking out of car windows) but if it doesn't have a happy ending then it just feels pointless to me

Any special talents? I have the highest Tetris score out of all of my friends does that count? My real answer is that I'm really good at identifying voice actors. I was watching the last of us the other day and I heard Kathleen's voice and immediately guessed that she played a side character in a show I've only seen once in my life like two years ago

Where were you born? Being unspecific and vague I'm going to say somewhere west united states

What are your hobbies? Writing, pretending like i'm writing, the sims 4, throwing things at my mom's boyfriend

Have you any pets? I have!! I have a dog named Minnie Mouse, a dog named Tinkerbell, a dog named Ellie, a hamster named Betelgeuse, and several cats that follow me home from school (Thumper, Leroy, and Belle) and my brother has a snake named William Snakespeare (i'll give you one guess as to who named it) (it was me)

What sports do you play/have played? Today in gym class I got off the exercise bike and twisted my ankle so I'm not exactly cut out for sports I have never played a sport on purpose in my life but I'd do hockey if I had to

How tall are you? I want to lie but I won't 5'0" *and a quarter of an inch* (If you make fun of me i'll invert your kneecaps)

Favourite subject in school? Child development my teacher let me just cut out circles for an hour for full credit, gives out free candy and water, and today I got to see a fight live action twenty feet away

Dream job? I've been wanting to do something in psychology or neuroscience since I was like eight years old

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Tagging:

@briannaswords @ralpockenlite @alexxjsyk @litbylightning @mynroli @gracien-system @idreamofhamandcheese @bi-karibe-chick @nelliecomet @master-of-the-pigeon-religion @blind-the-winds @calloumii @late-to-the-fandom

#it took me a while but i finally am doing the tags that ive been avoiding #tag game

[karmaristele]

I got tagged by @amethystandwine to answer 15 questions for 15 mutuals!

1.) Are you named after anyone?

Yes! My middle name is Vincent after Edna St. Vincent Millay and Vincent Van Gogh.

2.) Do you have any kids?

No, I don’t. But I did have 2 step kids for a time and I miss them dearly.

3.) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to use it a lot, but as my mental health has improved I’ve started using it less. I never really thought about it until just now though. Weird.

4.) When was the last time you cried?

Today! It was a good cry though. My aunt told me about how I’m a whole different person now that I’m medicated and I was proud of myself and how far I’ve come in my mental health journey.

5.) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hands and eyes. I’m a sucker for brown eyes.

6.) Eye color?

Green!

7.) What sports do you/have you played?

I was never a sports person. I recently found out I like watching hockey though!

8.) Any special talents?

Overthinking everything lmao

9.) Where were you born?

Wyoming. Born and raised.

10.) Scary movies or happy endings?

It depends on my mood. I do love a good scary movie though.

11.) Do you have any pets?

I just got my first dog a couple weeks ago! Her name is Willow and she’s a wired-hair griffon. I also have two leopard geckos.

12.) How tall are you?

5’6

13.) What are your hobbies?

I love making playlists on Spotify. Please check out my playlists on there. My username is the same as it is here. I also love reading/writing poetry and talking with friends. Feel free to message me sometime!

14.) Favorite subject in school?

I took a CNA course in my senior year of high school and really enjoyed it. Aside from that, probably choir. I miss performing.

15.) Dream job?

My dream job is something where I can make a difference in the lives of disadvantaged youth or an Activities Director at a nursing home!

@baldboydyke @aliakim-the-okay @teethbrusher9000 @lesbagel @cowboylikejeans @mayflame15 @oh-look-there-goes-terrence @leftweasel @alwaysbeenastormx @red-mask-of-death @rolling-socks @rabbit-factory @thatwhichidarenotspeak @lizzy-the-vampire-layer @hawaii-n-jones

#shut up axl #they speak #ari adventures #ariadventures #thank you for tagging me

[aquadestinyswriting]

15 Questions OC Edition- Yoruk

Right, so since I've received at least one more tag for this game, I'll be doing this for the other two options that were voted for in the poll I did for this game. Today will be Yoruk, next week his mother.

Once more: Tags are only for those interested in the answers to the questions here. I am not tagging for anyone necessarily to do this game (unless of course, they want to).

Tags: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

All that said: Let's get into this for one of my favourite OCs.

A quiet corner in the back room of the Hammer and Anvil, Fangthane. Yoruk Bloodvein sits back in his seat, sipping from a small glass containing firewater, while a shadowy figure opposite him nurses a mug of Snorri Ironforge's finest ale.

Interviewer: Thank you for agreeing to see me, especially on such short notice.

Yoruk: It's fine, I'd heard ye were goin' around asking folk a bunch o' questions from Merri. She said ye might ask aboot me.

Interviewer: Ah yes, how is the rest of the family?

Yoruk: They're a'right, but I dinna have all day to chat, so if we ca get this done?

Interviewer: Of course.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think I was name for one of my great grandpas on my da's side. The Copperheart Clan has a fine and storied history, and the man I'm named after was a hero of great renown at a time when evil was far more prominent in the world. I hope I've lived up to that legacy, despite only playin' a bit part during the whole Ragnarok fiasco.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, that'd be right after Gavid wis born. I ken Merri did all the hard work, but the minute I got that bairn into ma arms, I started bawlin'. Honestly, it's a good thing Elowyn was there to see to my wife because I wis in a right state for at least a good half hour. I'm no' ashamed to admit to that neither.

3. Do you have kids?

As mentioned; I have Gavid. Merri and I do plan on more children eventually, but we're happy with just the three of us for now. He's no' long started moving around, so he's a bit of a handful.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

All the time, I'm fairly certain Merri telt ye it was basically a third language around here. I do try not to use it too often because it gets a bit tiresome to work out when folk are being genuine.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The body language for sure. I had to get used to quickly working out when a certain birth giver was in a mood and to not bother her with "inane, childish chit chat", and that's carried over to pretty much everybody else. It's pretty helpful in my job, though, it makes working out when someone's bein' a bit shifty without having to rely on magical methods.

6. What's your eye color?

Amber, which is typical for dwarves born into noble families.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh Merri told me about those. Happy endings fer definite. We just got incredibly lucky to get our own happy ending and I don't much like the idea of gettin' stressed out for entertainment.

8. Any special talents?

I'm actually a right dab hand at embroidery of all things. One of my tutors from when I was a wee lad was a much aulder woman who liked to embroider her clothes and I begged her to teach me because I thought it made her clothes look beautiful. I taught Merri because she needed something to do while stuck at home during her maternity leave.

9. Where were you born?

Right here in Fangthane, in my father's house.

10. What are your hobbies?

Aside from embroidery, I enjoy a good game of cards or dominoes. We've got a rather serious dominoes tournament going on in the rec room of my chapter house right now. I've made it to the quarter finals of it so far and am hopin' that I can at least make the final.

11. Have you any pets?

Dwarves aren't big on pets, honestly. I used to like petting the miners' ponies when I was a wee lad, but those are working animals. I don't think Alistair, my mount, counts either since he's technically a divine beast who's agreed to carry me around when I need him to.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I'm not big into sports as such. Most of my time as a lad was spent with tutors to make sure I had a decent upbringing worthy of a man of nobility. I did get into dwarven fencing for a little bit, but felt the rules were a bit too restrictive and gave it up pretty quickly.

13. How tall are you?

Four foot eleven, so one of the tallest dwarves in Fangthane. I think there's only two, maybe three others who are even the same height.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Ididn't attend a school, as such, as I mentioned before, I had personal tutors. I did enjoy learnings some of the finer arts though, having a creative outlet made life a lot more bearable while I was growin' up.

15. Dream job?

I'm pretty damn happy in the one I've got, honestly. It keeps me close enough to my family, and I'm constantly helpin' folk with various wee problems, and it doesn't hurt that the hours are consistent so I can look after my wee boy. I'm determined to be a much more present father than mine was.

Interviewer: Thank you very much for your time, Sir Bloodvein. Your answers were most enlightening, especially when taking the ones your wife gave into consideration

Yoruk: Eh, we had different upbringings despite us both livin' in Fangthane our whole lives. That was bound to happen.

Interviewer: Indeed. I had best be off, I have one more stop on this round and I have quite the journey ahead of me.

Yoruk: A'right, bye then.

The Interviewer backs into the shadows and vanishes with barely a wisp of smoke. Yoruk politely declines to point out that he can see in the dark. and downs the rest of his drink before getting up and leaving.

#writeblr tag games #15 questions tag game #aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #yoruk bloodvein #I liked getting the chance to go this much in depth into Yoruk honestly #he's a very different kind of person to Merri #and Selene #he still has so much trauma #but it wasn't inflicted by outside forces

[loop-deloo]

15 Questions | 15 People

rules: answer the questions & then tag 15 people

thanks @deadgayfurrywizardsinthe70s​ for the tag :) sorry it took me a second

are you named after anyone? my gov name is after liv from law&order svu which i cant even be mad about but i dont think the name suits me. the name i actually go by was sort of made up by my older sister when she was 1 so no. 

when was the last time you cried? honestly no idea, i don’t cry enough, im working on it.

do you have kids? no and im currently in a crisis about whether i want them. i told a close friend the other day that i think id love it if it were an accident but seeing as im a greyace lesbian... one of my siblings/friends is going to have to take one for the team and kick the bucket in a fiery crash so i can raise the kid with good morals

do you use sarcasm a lot? yeah, i feel like an average amount (maybe slightly above average)

what’s the first thing you notice about people? tendency to help/give others the benefit of the doubt, also how they move/sit/walk, mannerisms and the like

what’s your eye colour? unclear... sometimes fairly dark brown sometimes verging on hazel

scary movies or happy endings? depends. i do like a happy ending but scary movies really do it for me when i need to feel things without... emotions?

any special talents? packing, i can fit anything in a suitcase. also weirdly good at twister which i discovered last night.

where were you born? hospital

what are your hobbies? sometimes art stuff and writing, reading, anything to do with fic, cooking

do you have any pets? ive since moved out but my parents have two dogs that i still consider mine and i love them more than anything (the sweetest great dane and a really bitchy bernie doodle)

which sports do you play / have you played? field hockey, running/high jump, swimming, and briefly water polo but that was all at school. i did karate for like 13 years. i pick things up here and there and im currently getting into climbing which is very very cool

how tall are you? 168cm / 5’6”

favourite subject at school? bio for a long time but english by the end

dream job? i would love to be a therapist, especially working at a school or for a non-profit or something. also maybe obgyn or a nurse but med school is ridiculous. in a dream world where no problems exist, id own a bookshop thats a coffee shop by day and a bar by night and i would live upstairs. we would have live music every night. it would be gay and once a week we’d hold knitting workshops.

i don’t know who to tag and i think the game is waning anyway. but if anyone has been itching to do it, this is your sign! take it and run.

#tag game #i have no idea wtf im doing #im now just daydreaming about my stupid bookshop #i really want to own a bookshop

[confessionsofketamine]

I’ve cried for 7 days.

Probably more. All these emotions inside me I am not used to. All the ways to feel.

I cry in the mornings while everyone is asleep, so they don’t see me cry. Before they wake up, I wash my face dry and put on my eyeliner, and try to brush my hair. Some days I brush my teeth, but most days I can’t bring myself to do it. Or shower. I don’t want to be wet. I don’t want to dry off. I don’t want my music blaring while I cry in there too, while getting pelted all over the place with fucking water drops that feel like razors. I don’t want to wash and make sure I got all the parts. I just want you.

I cry in the evening when it’s time for bed. Sometimes I take my eyeliner off. Sometimes I don’t. I lay there and think of you and think of us, and then I think of you now, and I think of us now. I don’t even know where we will be month to month. There is no stability. Everything is fucked up. I fall asleep crying. I wake up crying.

I used to park in the garage, and would back in and turn the car off, close the garage door and go inside. I don’t park in the garage because the garage can hold my car, running, with me inside. I watch the garage door go down and once it’s all the way down, I turn off the car. Not this time. It hurts so bad, but you have a child and you have to hang on. It’s like asking me to live in pain and misery forever. I will never do it. I just think about it sometimes. It’s just a thought. No plan, no ideas. Just sometimes I’ll be driving and think “that looks like a good bridge to drive off of”. Intrusive thoughts are fucked up.

I’ve never ugly cried so much in my life. A few months ago was the first time. I was driving down the road and a song I liked came on. I turned it up so loud that I couldn’t even hear myself scream. I drove on the freeway singing at the top of my lungs, screaming!!!! I’m not a screamer. I just started bawling. I had to pull over and cry for a good few minutes because I was crying so hard. There wasn’t even a reason. That day I yelled to whoever would listen “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!! Tell me what to do!!!!”

A few weeks later my period didn’t come, and I had to ask myself what I would do as a 40 something year old with a baby. I decided I’d keep it and that we could raise it together and start a family together even tho that was never in our plans. He didn’t want kids. I thought “this is what I’m supposed to do..be a mom again”. This was October. Around the time he started changing. I was worried that a pregnancy would upset him, but maybe it would make him feel like he has purpose, so I planned to tell him and test with him. It was negative. So was the next, and the next. Eventually my period came and I never told him about the secret two weeks I thought I was pregnant. I even had symptoms. I think I was pregnant but it didn’t stick. If you’ve been pregnant before then you just know what it feels like, and that’s what it felt like. But just as quick as it came, it was gone. My period came almost a month late and it was heavy. So if that wasn’t it, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what my purpose is.

I’ve always felt it was just to make other people happy. That’s all I ever hear is how happy I make other people. People need me to tell me their stories and their secrets and I’m just a big book of information and crazy ass stories of my own. Like this story.

Todays tears are brought to you by the story of a wife, the fear inside her of losing her home, her love, her family, her pets, and everything we have built together. The husband had a nervous breakdown and quit his job to go on this ketamine journey because he couldn’t suffer anymore…and now she’s the one suffering. She’s the one crying herself to sleep every night and crying herself awake for the day, with her wake and bake and coffee. Todays tears…are todays.

#ketamine #marriage #what was i made for #Spotify