#faith callahan

[dragonmuse]

See what you did there with the inability to be heard when mentioning Faith... we've yet to see Mainverse Stede receive that knowledge... These waiting rooms have been a delight tonight! Thank you! Has me craving more from each individual 'verse. <3 If your list isn't long enough, yet, I've realized, too, with the recent Feels Like & May Be Bad, that we've not seen Faith discussed/introduced for Feels Like, yet... Or Bottle of Red... This is a slippery slope once you start! XD

(oooh let's do Pete finding out about Faith! I love that Feels like has been this slow growing favorite. A very pleasant counterbalance to I May Be Bad)

Pete had never much minded waiting. He liked to think of himself as a man of action, but he knew deep down that his real strength was in endurance. He could hold steady and firm as long as he needed to and that mattered too. It had done him a great service in securing Izzy’s attention and ultimately, his affections.  Pete had found that very worth waiting for, as Izzy cracked open, spilling a surprisingly generous spirit and willingness every which way. 

So Pete had never pushed about the ring Izzy wore around his neck. It was a pretty little thing, and Pete often watched it when Izzy was on top of him, the way it would catch the light as they swayed together. He knew that Izzy clung to it like a talisman, especially in sleep, but Izzy held him just as tightly, so it was hard to be jealous of it.  

He waited and eventually the right time presented itself. They had both just said goodbye to Lucius, who lingered in the doorway, returning to kiss them both once or twice before departing. It was only the third time they’d had him over and the newness of it was still delicious, but not as nerve-wracking as the first time. Izzy was moving slowly, for him, some of his usual energy bled away to make room for relaxation. 

They were on the couch, half-dressed and the remains of breakfast scattered around them. Izzy was bare-chested and Pete took a moment to appreciate him before saying, 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Why are you asking if you can ask?” Izzy glanced away from his phone to him. 

“Cause I want your attention and also I’m not sure you’ll like the question.” 

The phone lowered, “What?” 

“The ring,” he gestured to his own neck to indicate it. It was currently nestled in bountiful dark chest hair, glittering like a target. “Who’s was it?” 

Izzy touched it absently. “Why are you asking now?” 

“Always wondered. Just figured you might be in a good enough mood to tell me.” 

“Clever.” Izzy’s compliments often sounded like accusations. “Taking advantage?” 

“I don’t get the higher ground very often. Give me this one.” 

“....fine,” Izzy sighed and to Pete’s surprise, came closer, so their shoulders were pressed together. Invited, Pete dropped an arm around his shoulders.  “Her name was Faith.” 

“Faith,” Pete repeated, committing it to memory. 

“She was...she was my girlfriend, I guess. Fiance. Briefly. The ring wasn’t an engagement ring, just a promise, but I intended to make good on it.” 

“Of course you did,” Pete nodded. “You don’t make half-assed promises.” 

“What’s the point of doing it if you’re not going to see it through?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m on your side here. When did you guys meet?” 

“We were fifteen. She picked me out. Wanted someone to make bullies back off and her parents to as a bonus. I was good for that back then. Angry all the time and I had a reputation.” 

“Yeah?” Pete could picture that. Izzy, even smaller than he was now, and pumped full of teenage hormones must’ve been a force to be reckoned with. 

“Yeah. Got called a lot of things, but not many of them to my face, let’s put it that way. Faith liked that. She asked me to take her out. Fuck, she was so clever.” 

“What’d she look like?” 

“Red hair, the kind that’s really orange, not red.  On the small side. Frail. Big blue eyes. I don’t know. She was beautiful to me.” 

Pete was building a picture in his mind, already getting fond of this girl. He knew what it was to pick Izzy out and fix on him for a lot of reasons. 

“Okay, so what? You started going out at fifteen?” 

“Went on dates and everything. Got close. Really close. I ran with some guys back then, but I didn’t have friends. Not really. Bet you did in high school.” 

“Not so much,” Pete admitted. “A few buddies, but...dunno. Didn’t really have a best friend until I met John and that wasn’t until I was past thirty.” 

“Huh,” Izzy glanced at him. “Really?” 

“Yeah, Iz, really.” 

“...huh,” he said again and Pete had to hide a smile against Izzy’s shoulder. 

“I’m only the friendly one compared to you,” he pointed out. 

“Fuck off,” Izzy growled even as he moved in even closer. Pete glanced a kiss off his cheek. 

“Okay, so you and Faith get close. Eventually get engaged.” 

“Yeah, we were together all the time. We were gonna get out, you know? She was...she could’ve gone to a good college. Gotten money even.” 

“....this ends really sad, doesn’t it?” Pete had known that. You didn’t wear someone else’s ring around your neck and cling to it like a lifeline when the person who wore it had just moved to France or something. But this was less abstract now. He could hear the grief, practically taste it in the air. 

“She was only seventeen,” Izzy said miserably. “Where’s the goddamn fairness in that?” 

“There isn’t,” Pete rubbed his arm a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“She’s been gone longer than she was alive. If it had been me instead-” 

“No. That’s a dark road,” Pete dropped his voice, low and soothing. “And now how it went down. You lived. You made it here. Hope it’s not a bad place to be.” 

“It’s good,” Izzy agreed. “Does it...should I not wear it?” 

“Hell no. You wear it until you’re buried with it if you want,” Pete said, squeezing his arm a little. “You loved her. Think it’s good to honor that.” 

“You don’t wear your dad’s anymore.” 

“I was worried I’d leave it in the dressing room or something. I take it off too much. But it’s safe.” Ready for the day it would be repurposed the way his father wanted it to be anyway. “It’s different for you. The necklace was clever.” 

“Told you she was small, couldn’t even get it on my pinky,” he tapped the ring. 

“Tell me something else about her.” 

“Why?” 

“I like people you like, and there’s not a lot of them,” Pete settled a little, got comfortable. 

“I don’t remember-” 

“Aw, don’t lie. You’ve got a memory like a....do elephants actually have good memories or is that one of those sayings?” 

“Dunno. Think they do,” Izzy considered. “Don’t they mourn their dead or something?” 

“We’ll look it up later,” he decided. “Or ask Lucius, he always knows things like that. Anyway, just one story.” 

“We used to play hooky sometimes,” the words came slowly. It wasn’t a unique story and Izzy wasn’t really much of a storyteller, but two kids knocking around a city that Pete had claimed as his home had its own charm. 

Years later, Lucius would hear these stories too and he’d dig a little and produce the little photo. To Pete’s surprise, the girl he had conjured up in his imagination wasn’t far off from the real thing. By then, he’d met Delly too and wheedled out a few pictures of a younger, somehow impossibly, grumpier Izzy. It wasn’t hard to picture the two of them slipping around the edges of louder, bigger people. A shadowy pair clinging to the edges, determined to survive. 

“Sorry,” he told the picture when Lucius left it with him to go get his drawing supplies. “You should be here, I think. But I’m taking good care of him.” 

There was only silence, of course, but Pete didn’t mind. He preferred the dead where they belonged. Just seemed polite to acknowledge them sometimes. Just in case. 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #feels just like i'm falling for the first time #pete black #izzy hands #faith callahan

[zevlor]

hiiiii! i was thinking of maybe 28,29 and 50 for faith/stewy and zara/silco? 🖤🥺

aaaaaah thank you allegra!!!! i'll get to the other oc thing soon i swear

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Faith x Stewy.

28. Are they affectionate in public? Is it too much?

absolutely not but god do they want to. but both are too stubborn to show anyone anything in public especially about their relationship.

29. How are they affectionate in private?

lots of arguing especially about their jobs - it's a very competitive relationship. but no for real, very heavy and heated, but a lot of tender moments and playful joking. neither will really say it, but they are very much in love.

50. Is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

everything. their entire lives are in the public eye, especially when having to be associated with Waystar. and money is everything to stewy, work is everything to faith. they are both very different people and that in itself scares the hell out of them, like if they even tried to open up they wouldn't work out.

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Zara x Silco.

28. Are they affectionate in public? Is it too much?

honestly? yeah. zara is very much an affectionate person and who is silco to say no to her if she wants to hold his hand or give him a kiss? and he loves it lets be real. it's not too much, it's just the perfect amount of pda.

29. How are they affectionate in private?

S O F T. just so soft they have everything - quiet moments, lingering touches, alone time where they can just relax and enjoy themselves. zara loves cuddling and just talking to him and he's happy to indulge her.

50. Is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

hmm maybe just everything thats happening and everything that could happen. there's a lot of fear when you're going to war. zara's already lost vander and she lost the kids and so she's always scared she's going to lose silco as well.

#thank you so much bby!!! #oc: faith keller #oc: zara callahan #otp: silco x zara #otp: stewy x faith #indorilnerevarine

[hazelchooseme]

feelings are difficult | Hazel Callahan

Warning: mention of blood.

English is not my first language.

Song recommendation: You Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo.

Enjoy 💋

"Are you telling me you've been obsessing over a girl you've never kissed?"

"You were obsessed with Brittany and you had never kissed her." Josie reminded her.

"So? In the end I ended up doing it."

"Who says I can never kiss her?"

"Me, look at your state, you're pathetic."

Hazel threw herself back onto the bed, she did feel quite pathetic, she couldn't deny that to PJ.

"Don't listen to her, we will help you." Josie told her as she threw a stuffed animal into the air and caught it.

"How?" She put an arm over her eyes, blocking the light and her misery.

"You're talking to experts."

"The only woman you kissed turned out to be straight."

"Not the point!"

"I don't think you should plan these things Hazel, I didn't plan anything with Isabel and it worked out perfectly."

"That's because it was obvious that she drooled over you." Hazel sat cross-legged and placed a cushion between her arms. "I have no idea if she even knows that I sit behind her in class."

"You have to be spontaneous," PJ decided. "And we'll help you plan every step and word."

"That's the opposite of spontaneous."

Ignoring Josie, the brunette began to move around the room trying to organize her thoughts. "We have to find out something about her, if she is dating someone for example, to take her away from that person."

"What?! No, we won't do that, if she's dating someone I'll back off."

"Fine, " She complained rolling her eyes. "But to find out that you have to talk to her and I don't know how you'll do it without shitting yourself."

"Jeez, have some faith in me."

"Faith is not going to make her fuck you, you have to force it."

"I never talked about fucking anyone."

"You're not thinking big."

"PJ." Josie said in a threatening tone to get her to stop.

"Okay okay, just, tomorrow try to figure that out and then we'll see what we do."

With a sound of agreement, they accepted.

Hazel watched you from her position.

God, she thought, the back of her head is so pretty.

She knew she had to pay attention, but honestly counting how many of your hairs moved because of the small breeze in the classroom was more interesting. And she also knew she had to find out about your love status, but the idea of ​​how to do it was torturing her. Did she touch your shoulder to make you turn around? What happens if you don't turn around? Would you think she was a weirdo who liked to touch people's shoulders without their consent? What if you turned around but were upset by the interruption? What if you found the question strange or too personal? What happens if you hit her with the case for being so nosy?

She was so lost in her thoughts that the only thing that brought her out of it was a ball of paper landing on her head. Frowning she turned to see who had thrown it, PJ and Josie were quickly pointing something in front of her while they yelled "in front of you" silently but in an eager manner.

Annoyed by the blow, she turned to see how much they were aiming, as soon as she turned her head she met your eyes and an apologetic smile. You pulled back a little worried by the angry look in Hazel's eyes.

"Sorry, I was calling you but you didn't answer me, I didn't mean for them to do that."

Changing her expression from anger to one of poorly concealed panic, she cleared her throat. "Yes, don't worry, everything's fine, I'm not upset with you at all, I'm fine. Super good, very calm. Do you need anything?" She finished desperately to shut up.

"Riiight. Amm, the other day I noticed you lent some highlighters to Josie, I was wondering if you could lend me one."

The other day I noticed you lent some highlighters to Josie. The other day I noticed you. I noticed you. I. Noticed. You.

"Did you notice me?" She asked completely surprised, mouth open and all.

“Well, " You giggled nervously. "Not in a creepy way, just like when you're looking around with your eyes and suddenly you see something and you say "wow" and it stays in your head for some reason , and then you remember it for some other reason? Just like that."

Hazel nodded without saying anything and handed you her case.

"You're not going to need it? I just need the pink one." You clarified in case she misunderstood. She looked at you without moving, and you were pretty sure without blinking too, that you had to talk to her again. "Hazel?"

"Shit, right." She began to rummage through the inside of her case in a hurry and then handed you the pink highlighter.

"Thank you." You took it with a smile, brushing her fingers, and turned around.

Hazel raised the hand you had touched, feeling like she was going to cry. She had decided, at the end of class she was going to ask you.

Ringing the bell, she quickly put her things away but stood next to her table waiting for you to finish, when you slung your backpack over your shoulder she called your name taking a step forward, when you turned to see her she took it back.

"Yeah?"

"Amm, I wanted to ask you something, of course, you can answer only if you want."

"Yeah, sure. What happened?"

Your smile was so hard for her to look at that she looked around the classroom, there was no one left but she could almost feel Josie and PJ behind the door.

How did she formulate it? Was she direct or did she go around the bush? Would you get angry? Would you read her intentions?

What word did she use? Man? Young man? Boy? Why was it so difficult?

"Hazel?"

"Do you like penis?"

"What?!" You asked scandalized.

"No wait!" This couldn't be happening to her. "I mean if you're dating a man, a boy, gentleman, I mean not a gentleman but a, a man." She let out her exhale slowly, not wanting you to notice her nervousness.

"Aaah," You said after a while. "I'm not attracted to men, and I'm single, if that's what you wanted to ask."

"Aaah, okay. Perfect, thank you, bye."

"But..." But you couldn't finish your sentence as she ran off, you heard a lot of footsteps walking away so you just smiled with red cheeks. Silly Hazel.

"Okay, we've got that out of the way, now comes the interesting part." PJ said as she threw her backpack on the floor and jumped onto the bed. "And luckily for you, it's easy."

"What is it?"

"Find the perfect moment and Boom! You grabbed her face and stuck your tongue into her larynx."

"That doesn't sound easy."

"Or hygienic." Josie added, leaning against the door.

"Just, try to find a time when she is alone and approach her, make conversation, seduce her and Bam! Into the amygdala." Josie made a sound of disgust. "What?! I suggested something closer. You don't settle for anything, jeez."

"Seduce her?"

"Yeah, you know, the basics. Make eye contact, give a light touch on the arm or shoulder, smile or laugh that is very important, opt for seductive aromas, something that makes her want to smell you up close and, most importantly, when you manage to kiss her, leave her wanting more so she comes back for you." She finished with open arms as if she had just given advice to start world peace.

"I definitely won't be able to do it."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've never done it before."

"Exactly, so how do you know?"

"Today I asked her if she liked penises for God's sake, like, how I'm supposed to have a normal conversation without sounding like a desperate nutcase." She said desperately, clutching her head.

"Hazel, calm down." Josie approached her and shook her by the shoulders. "You are attractive, you are intelligent and funny, she surely thinks that your stupidity is cute. If she doesn't see it, it's her problem, not yours, at least you'll rest easy knowing that you tried, okay?"

Hazel sighed and nodded. She will try, the worst that could happen is that you reject her, right?

The first opportunity appeared one day after school, outside in the parking lot Hazel noticed how you said goodbye to your friends and ran into the school, with encouragement from PJ and Josie she followed you.

She watched as you stopped in front of your locker but had a hard time opening it because your arms were full of books and papers. Cheering up, she approached.

"Need help?" She asked shaking from head to toe.

Her voice surprised you but you turned to look at her with a smile. "Hazel, what are you doing here?"

"I came to the bathroom." She said the first excuse that came to her mind.

"Aaah, okay, I won't stop you then."

"Nonono, I already went. Umm, can I help you? I washed my hands." She stupidly showed you her hands as if that would help prove her point.

Laughing, you handed her your things. "I believe you."

Free from the weight you were able to open the locker easily, one by one you placed the things in Hazel's arms inside the metal box.

Hazel watched you in silence the entire time, her arms trembling more and more free of the weight, what should she say when you're done? she couldn't just run away.

With a slam of the door you closed the locker and looked at Hazel, she looked away and you smiled. "Thank you so much, Hazel. Without you I'd probably be here until tomorrow."

Hazel laughed a little too hard at your attempt at a cheap joke.

Noticing her exaggeration, she ended up coughing and wiping her sweaty palms on her pants. "Sure, whatever you need."

You noticed that Hazel wanted to say something else so you remained silent but after a few long seconds you decided to speak to end the awkward silence. "Well, I better go." With one last smile you turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" She screamed running after you, she stopped in front of you with her breathing quickened. "I..."

"Yes?" You tried not to sound nervous.

"I—" Seduce her, PJ's voice sounded in her head. Clearing her throat and with hands still trembling, she threw her left hand to your right shoulder. "You have nice gums." She said, deepening her voice.

"Me what?"

"You smile a lot and, and-and I've seen your gums, they're pretty, th-they look... Healthy."

"Thank you, I floss."

Hazel nodded but didn't say anything else, her hand still on your shoulder.

"Well, if that was all..." You tried to move to the side to let her arm fall but you felt a small tug on your hair, you tried harder again making the tug hurt this time, you complained and looked at your shoulder, a ring of Hazel's had gotten caught in your hair.

"Shit, sorry, let me." Hazel threw her hand at the same time as your head causing a burning pain.

"Hazel, that's not helping, stop." But it seemed like she wasn't listening to you, determined to find the solution to the problem.

You grabbed her elbow to make her stop but she kept pulling as you both lost your balance, you raised one foot thinking about stepping on her to make her stop, but just then she pulled so hard that you fell to your knees with a thump, with your eyes watering from the pain in your head and leg bones, you looked up, watching as Hazel looked at the ring with a knot of hair in it.

"I told you to stop, what's your fucking problem?" You said with a crying voice. Did it hurt you a lot? Yes, but it was more the humiliation that made you want to cry.

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't, I didn't think I-I would pull that hard."

She approached with the intention of helping you but you quickly got up on your own, generating a stabbing pain in your left knee. "Don't.... Just, just leave me alone." You pushed her hand that was stretched out towards you and as quickly as your legs would allow you, you ran away.

Hazel stood there watching you leave, wanting to dig a hole in the floor and bury herself in it.

Hazel had to put up with PJ's teasing and Josie's attempts at encouragement for the entire week that followed, you didn't make eye contact or talk to her the entire time, it almost felt like you had never exchanged a word. Hazel wanted to apologize again but she was afraid of your reaction, she almost made you cry the last time, for God's sake, that was reason enough for her to want to take all her things and move to another continent.

And so another week passed, her looking at you with desolation and you ignoring her as much as you could. One day during one of the breaks PJ pointed at you and when Haz turned to look at you she saw you very smiling with a girl with long blonde hair, very tall and with a quite feminine style. As always, she thought you looked beautiful smiling but this time it was accompanied by a pang in her stomach, the blonde girl touched your arm while laughing at something you had said, Hazel forced herself to turn her gaze and walked away from the place with clenched teeth. Was that the type of girl you were attracted to? She didn't look like that at all.

That afternoon she decided to take out her anger at the fight club, unfortunately she was paired with Sylvie, who wouldn't take her shit and she left her lying on the floor, bleeding from her nose. Assuring the others that she was fine and could go alone, she headed to the bathroom with a cloth pressed around her face, she knew that at this time there weren't going to be people in the hallways, so that calmed her down a little. When she finished cleaning herself, she would clean up the blood that fell on the floor.

She pushed the bathroom door with her foot and stood on a sink, the water falling red against the ceramic cleaning her nose, mouth and chin, she drank water and then spit it out to clean the blood that had fallen on it, looking in the mirror, she showed her teeth and nodded in affirmation when she saw them clean. She lowered her head to continue cleaning herself.

She was so busy making sure she cleaned herself that she didn't hear the door open or footsteps approaching, but she did hear a tone of voice that dripped with concern.

"Hazel?"

No, it couldn't be. Not you, not now.

Pretending that she hadn't heard, she continued throwing water in her face, thinking that you would get bored and leave. That obviously didn't happen and you stood behind her, Hazel wondering if it was possible to drown in a sink.

"Hazel, I asked if you were okay, what happened? Why are you bleeding so much?" You demanded with worry attacking your body.

The blue-eyed girl closed the tap and without raising her head answered you. "Fight club, I'm fine." Her tone of voice wasn't angry, but it was clear that she didn't feel like having a conversation.

You took her arm and turned her around slowly, the only thing you saw was her wet face and her slightly red nose, you sighed in relief and with the sleeve of your sweatshirt you began to dry her face with small touches. Her lower back was leaning against the sink and her gaze was still not looking at you.

"Does anything hurt?" You asked, worried. She shook her head a little hard causing blood to fall again."Shit, wait. Here."

You opened a door to sit her in a toilet, when she was settled you ran to look for paper, luckily there was some in the place that day. On the way back you knelt in front of her and pressed the paper to her nose, she tried to take it herself but you pushed her hand away so you could.

"You're going to get blood on yourself."

"I don't care, don't talk." Obediently she complied, you bit back a smile.

Seeing that the blood did not stop, you got up and with your fingers, gently, lifted her chin so that the blood would stop falling. After about 5 minutes and a lot of paper changing, the bleeding seemed to have stopped. You knelt down again with a sigh, happy to have helped her, but even after the moment you noticed that she still didn't look at you or speak to you.

"Everything okay, Haze?" You asked putting your hands on her knees. "The blood has stopped, you're okay." You smiled at her and finally, her beautiful blue eyes landed on yours.

You had called her Haze and your hands were touching her, this was too much, too much for her to bear. She was watching you and you were all smiles and kindness and sensitivity and beauty and you just called her a nickname and you were just watching her after taking such delicate care of her. God, she was going to explode.

She called your name and you moved a little closer, just because, because the space was small and because you needed her close to you, now more than ever.

"Yes, Haze?"

There it was, that nickname that sounded perfect on your lips. Your hands slid a little higher, resting on her thighs, her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes turned black for a second, your blood ran in your ears and you began to shake with anticipation, your throat became dry and you had to lick your lips so that the air could return to your lungs. That was the last straw for Hazel, so she went for it. She rushed forward, aiming for your lips, or that's what she was trying to do, but the only thing she achieved was that you foreheads collided and you fell on your ass to the ground.

"What the fuck, Hazel?" You asked surprised, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry, um, I lost my balance."

"Sitting?!"

Hazel breathed out in exasperation, you two weren't going to work, not if she kept screwing up like that. This was the perfect moment, why couldn't she act like a normal person and just kiss you? Why did you make her so nervous? Why did you have that control over her?

Noticing how her breathing quickened, you stopped rubbing your forehead and raised your head to look at her. Her hands were balled into fists on her legs and her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Hey, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." You said trying to take her hands, but she got up and walked around you out of the small place, imitating her you followed her.

"I... I'm sorry, okay? I tried but I failed, I pulled out a piece of your hair and now I almost gave you a bruise, just stay away from me, the last thing I want in the world is to hurt you. Again."

Seeing her intention to leave, you ran and blocked her exit. "Haze, I'm the one who should apologize. That day was an accident, you obviously didn't mean for the ring to get tangled and now, this was my fault, I shouldn't have invaded your personal space like that, seriously, I'm sorry."

You couldn't stand in front of her and put all the blame on yourself to make her feel better, you couldn't, it was killing her.

"I need to tell you something and if I don't say it now, I will never say it."

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Your eyes were expectant on her, her lips parted and she took a breath. She was about to speak when someone called your name in the hallway.

"Fuck me." You complained without trying to hide it. Hazel felt the same way.

A few seconds later the blonde girl Hazel had seen you with before, entered the place. The blue-eyed girl automatically felt small. Your gaze moved from Hazel to Olivia, you swallowed hard at what was about to happen. You had completely forgotten about her.

"Here you are, I was waiting for you outside, did you find your book?" The blonde didn't seem to read the room, so you intervened before she said too much.

"Yes, Hazel needed a little help but she's better now."

Olivia greeted Hazel and she hated herself because the girl seemed really nice, she greeted back and putting her hands in her pockets, she looked away at the wall.

"Well, shall we go then?"

"Yeah... Sure."

Olivia said goodbye and walked out of the place.

"Bye, Hazel." You gave her a small smile but she simply nodded in goodbye.

You pushed the door and with one foot outside she spoke again.

"It's... You're going on a date, right?"

Not brave enough to turn to see her, you simply made a sound of affirmation and closed the door behind you.

Her heart sank to her stomach and her head fell into her hands with a sob, she would definitely need more hours of fight club.

The next day everything felt very slow for Hazel, getting up was horrible, eating breakfast was tedious, going to class was torture, even the smile you gave her crushed her inside. It was official, she was lovesick. To make matters worse Mr G seemed to have no intention of showing up so you turned around trying to make conversation.

"Good morning, Hazel."

She sent you a forced smile and continued scratching her notebook.

"Did you have breakfast?"

She nodded.

"It seems that Mr G is running late."

She simply made a sound of affirmation.

"It's a little cold, don't you think?"

She nodded again.

"Today a dinosaur landed on the roof of my house."

She made that annoying little sound of affirmation and exhaling angrily, you stood up and left the room.

Hazel watched you go but didn't think to follow you, it was obvious that wasn't going to end well.

PJ crashed into your chair and hit Hazel in the head. "Do me a favor, nerd."

"What do you need?"

"I had to go to the office to pick up a piece of paper but the Principal Myers makes me nauseous, could you go get it, please?"

"Sure." An excuse not to be in this place was great for her, she slowly slipped through the hallways, careful not to cross paths with you. The brown doors of the office shone in the distance, when she was just a few meters away, the janitor's door opened and a hand pulled her inside.

"What the fuck, Tedd?!" Hazel shouted, trying to free herself from the other person's force.

"It's not Tedd, it's me, calm dow–ouch Hazel my arm!"

Your voice automatically made her tense and her fighting mode went off, her vision gradually darkened and she was grateful for the tiny window that was near the ceiling, otherwise nothing would be seen inside, Hazel thought about giving the janitor a light bulb.

"Haze?" Your question brought her out of her thoughts and pulling her arm free she pressed herself against the door.

"I can't talk, I'm busy"

"Looking for that PJ paper? It's pure bullshit, I asked her to give you that excuse."

"What? Why? When?"

"Yesterday I spoke to her and asked her."

"That doesn't answer why" She said defensively.

"Locking you here by force was not my plan A, Hazel! But you didn't leave me a choice, you don't look at me, not to mention you didn't even talk to me, what was I supposed to do?"

"How did your date go yesterday?" She asked out of the blue, to see if you understood why she had been so obnoxious.

You smiled and it made her wish that it had been Tedd who was here with her and not you.

"Is it considered a date, when you go with your date to the date but in the middle of the way to the date, you cancel it because it turns out that you like someone else?"

"Probably not." She managed to say quietly after a few seconds.

"That's what I thought."

Silence filled the little room.

"Then it went badly for you." She said making you laugh.

"I don't know, the realization I had was pretty good."

"Which was?"

"Why have you been acting so strange lately?" You responded with another question.

"I asked first."

"I locked you here."

"I guess that gives me reason why you should answer first."

You approach her, knocking her toes against yours and making her stick a little closer to the wall.

"Well." She began to respond with difficulty, this close she could see your eyes shining and that didn't help her cause. "It's nothing, I was just being me." She ended up muttering without even believing it herself.

"Haze, you can tell me." You said taking her hand.

In that place that reeked of disinfectant, with your hand in hers, your eyes searching for her, she managed to find the courage and strength to speak.

"I like you, too much, it's incredible how much I like you. I, I can't function properly in front of you, you, you're just too much, all the time and I love it. I'm crazy about you."

You didn't know if the heart sound was yours or Hazel's, her lips were shining and her hand squeezed yours, feeling her small tremor you squeezed it back.

"On the date I realized that it wasn't her I wanted to be with, it was you. Everything you should do on a date I want to do with you and only you." You heard her stop breathing and caressed her cheek. "In case it wasn't clear. I'm crazy about you too, Hazel."

It couldn't be. You of all people, like her? It couldn't be real, she was dreaming, it was still night and this was too good to be true.

"I have to go."

She tried to turn around but your hand next to her head, holding the door closed stopped her.

"Haze, wait."

"You don't understand, I'll end up screwing up somehow, I can't ruin this, not now."

"Hazel, you haven't screwed up anything, everything's fine."

"Yes, for now until I do something incredibly stupid that sent you to the hospital." Her hand kept trying to move the handle but your strength kept the door in place. "Shit, since when are you so strong."

"Haze, look me in the eyes, tell me you want to leave and I will."

"I can't do that, I don't want to do that."

"Then talk to me."

"What do you want me to tell you, I'm a disaster, what little have you seen of me? That's it, it doesn't get better, I'm a walking mass of stupidity, it'll take you 1 week to get sick of me and–"

Your lips landed on hers and your free hand grabbed her waist. Her words were choked as her breaths mingled and her arms fell dead beside her.

Your lips were on hers. Her lips were on yours. And it was better than any fantasy she had ever had.

You buried your hand in her hair making her melt against you, one of her hands grabbed your hip pressing it against her, your leg slipped between hers, pressing her further against the wood. Although the movement of the mouth was not so hasty, the temperature of the place visibly increased, you turned your head to the side making your noses collide and you couldn't help but laugh, but Hazel's hand sliding around your neck silenced you immediately. You licked the edge of her mouth and then bit her lower lip, the sound that came from Hazel's throat made you stick your tongue where she welcomed you, sucking your tongue, her hand lowered a little, groping slowly, desperately you took it and left it on your ass where she began to squeeze, making you moan. You pulled her hair back and started licking her neck leaving little kisses and bites.

"Shit." She managed to get out moans as the hand on your neck went under your shirt and caressed your back. You bit a specific spot that made her tremble and in a heartbeat now you are with your back against the door, she took both of your hands and stuck them on top of your head while she sucked on your tongue and made you make some pretty embarrassing sounds, this time it was her mouth that began to explore outside of yours, a bite on your ear made you cry desperately for more, her tongue ran over your neck as you felt twinges where her teeth bit, you managed to free your hands and they quickly went under her shirt, you've never been so grateful for her loose t-shirts. A shiver ran through her body when one of your hands traveled to her thigh and you began to caress her crotch, her kisses calmed down as did your touches, with a strong exhale she rested her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry." You managed to say between breaths. "I got carried away with little."

"Let yourself go as much as you want, but in a more private place."

You laughed and kissed her again, this time tasting her lips slowly, it made your heart skip a beat when you heard her moan, could your touch really make her feel so much? Trying to see how much you could do, you put your hand under her shirt and began to caress her stomach.

"Please." She begged, her mouth glued to yours as she moved her hips against yours. With the intention of continuing, you undid the button on her pants, but a few knocks on the door made you both step back and separate. The door was slammed open, the janitor looked at you from head to head. Both red and breathing heavily should have given him a clue.

"When they ring the bell I'll come to refill the cart." And saying that he closed the door again.

You watched with Hazel and could only laugh.

"I think we should definitely stop." She told you with a smile. Even in the dark you could see her messy hair and swollen lips, you approached to button her pants and took advantage of her surprise to give her one more kiss, she responded urgently but you took a step back, leaving her with her mouth open.

You fixed your hair and the collar of your sweatshirt. "After class to my house."

"Holy shit, yes."

Laughing you jammed her lips again. There was still a while until the bell was rung.

As Hazel buried her hands in your hair, she proudly thought that she was officially obsessed with a girl she had kissed.

#hazel callahan #ruby cruz #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel x reader #lesbian #sapphic #wlw #dumb hazel

[aceghosts]

What is Your Core Theme?

I found this uquiz, and I decided to take it for a few of my OCs. Sending tags to @bbrocklesnar, @marivenah, @clicheantagonist, @captastra, @voidika, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @fourlittleseedlings, @nightbloodbix, @theelderhazelnut, @carlosoliveiraa, @cassietrn, @cassieuncaged, @strangefable, @direwombat, @amalkavian, @katsigian, @cloudofbutterflies92, @onehornedbeast, and anyone else who wants to do this! (Tag In/Out List)

Blue Murphy

the lover

your heart is full and bursting. there is nothing more in the world but your love. it is your only purpose. you ache to drench everyone you know with affection and praise and yet ache more to feel your own love. you have been surrounded by it so long that it means nothing to you anymore, it is perfunctory, it is too familiar to have any effect. you know you are deserving of it but cannot fathom it having an impact on you the way your love impacts others. you give to others what you have never felt yourself because it is so abundant in your heart. your purpose is to love and your desire is to be loved. your painting is "the cradle" by berthe morisot.

(Definitely fits Blue. They're just so full of love.)

Rooney Shepard

the faithful

you place your trust in your ultimate goal. commitment is running through your mind at all times. you must adhere to your moral codes. you must be good to people around you. you must be good at all times. never show hesitance, it is unbecoming of you. hesitance shows distrust. you tell yourself to love your goal at all times. you believe in your goal even if it swallows you whole. it tells you what you need to hear, you assume, because it wouldn't say anything else. it is the core of your best interest. should you follow anything other than your goal, you aren't sure what would happen. it is pragmatic to continue, is it not? your painting is "last prayer" by eric enstrom.

(Oh, this is very Rooney-coded. They feel strongly that they must adhere to their moral code and be good/perfect at all times. Duty is the thing that keeps Rooney going; it's the albatross around their neck.)

Hunter Delaney

the griever

you mourn your losses. it is as if something has been torn from your soul and you are forever a lost fragment seeking what you have lost. it will take you time to accept some things are better floating through the universe, taken from us with vice and leaving us incomplete. your corners will drift through the ocean and each grain of sand you brush by will sand you down. you will reach the beaches healed, and your sharp corners will become dull and smooth to the touch. your painting is "anguish" by august friedrich schenck.

(I mean, yeah. Hunter is grieving their old life and the perceived loss of their humanity.)

Sawyer Beaumont

the academic

"any fool can know; the point is to understand," says albert einstein. you are constantly seeking the secret of the world. your pen is on paper, your head is in a book, your life is on the line if your knowledge hasn't been sharpened to the finest point. your studies are on the level of being compulsive in nature. it feels wrong to pull a pen away from paper, as if the words on the page are incomplete, or the paragraphs are too short, so you must keep writing words to bring sense to it. one day, the pages will run out and you will be left alone, knowing everything and having nothing. the urge will come to start a new book. the urge will come to lose your mind to find knowledge. your painting is "studying" by maren jeskanen.

(This kinda tracks with Sawyer. They're definitely the kind of person to want to know it all.)

Riley Callahan

the friend

you love to feel the warmth of a friend's hand in yours. food tastes better when it is made by a friend. you are kind and forgiving, and you treat your friends with ultimate compassion. you love your friends. you are grateful for every friend that comes and goes in your life. you miss many friends. you wish more friends kept in contact with you. you wish that you were not so forgiving sometimes but everyone has their vices. your friends take precedence over everyone. you would not be anywhere without them. you want to, one day, hold them up, too. you want to be someone depended on - someone needed. you want to be needed by somebody. you want to be wanted in the same way you want. your painting is "the three friends" by sebastian straub.

(Riley is so friend-shaped. They just really love their friends.)

#tag games #blue murphy #commander rooney shepard #i won't let fear compromise who I am #hunter delaney #sawyer beaumont #riley callahan #oh god I'm feeling so emo about Rooney's answer #it's so on point

[theblackdahliaemporium]

Tips for Pagan Parents

This post is for all the parents that follow a pagan or witchcraft path! Tips and tricks.

-Build a community of support around yourself. Resources for pagan parents are incredibly limited. To help make those parenting challenges easier on you, give yourself a place to turn to on those bad days! Join a Pagan Parenting Facebook group, or something along those lines!

-Start a “Spiritual Scouts” group! This is a group of young children (like boy or girl scouts) that do Pagan activities and you can even make up your own badges and have your own ceremonies.

-Bring a little magic into your child’s life -Embrace your child’s imagination -Bring Nature into your child’s everyday life.

-Involve your child in your faith. -Most pagan parents are not looking to push their personal beliefs on their children. Involving them in your faith and/or practice is a great way to help them find their own path! Help them celebrate the holidays and answer any questions they ask. Help them build their own set of Magickal tools like building their own set of Runes.

Some Everyday Tips and Tricks:

1. Transportation Magick: Most parents are busy driving their kids around from place to place. Mix in a little Magick! Play your favorite witchy music, look for divine messages on license plates or in the clouds, and talk to your guides once the kids have left the vehicle. Some good Magickal and folklore podcasts on Spotify: The Midnight Library and Supernatural. Use essential oils in your car, peppermint, lavender, eucalyptus depending on the mood.

2. Morning Blessings: In the morning, bless your coffee, tea, and breakfast by drawing sigils or symbols over them. Pray to your goddess (or deity) while getting ready in the morning. If you are an early riser, spend some time at your altar! If you are not a morning person, Try evening rituals instead!

3. Quick Divination: This is a great way to add Magick to any moment and connect with the divine. Read nature signs outside, try a rune or tarot mobile app for practice and knowledge. Listen to the songs stores play!

4. Lunch Break: Take the time to yourself and eat a lunch outside. Enjoy fresh air and connect with nature. If you have time, go for a short walk! Listen to a meditation podcast through earphones or just listen to nature! If your kids are with you, take them for a walk too! We look for items to bring home, pinecones, acorns, cool rocks. Look for anything Magickal!

5. Add Magick to your chores: I have an entire post about this—View on my Page "Turning the Mundane into the Magickal"

6. Cooking Magick Meals: If you are a kitchen witch, You got this covered! Consider learning how to add intention into your meals, work with culinary herbs, make teas, and more. Get the kids involved! Make moon cookies, craft fairy offerings, etc.

Books for Pagan Parents- · The Magickal Family- Monica Crosson · Witchy Mama- Melanie Marquis & Emily A. Francis · Circle Round- Starhawk, Diane Baker, Anne Hill · Pagan Parenting- Kristin Madden · Children of the Green – Dr. Hannah E. Johnston · Parenting Pagan Tots- Janet Callahan · The Earth Child’s Handbook- Brigid Ashwood · Pagan Family Values- S. Zohreh Kermani

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[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

A Herrmann/Halstead Production: Original Characters Cast

Hi! I thought it would be fun to put together a post with all of the people I would cast to play the original characters in my series, A Herrmann/Halstead Production.

Check it out and let me know what you think!

First of all, of course, is Bex! Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann is the main original character. She's the younger half sister of both Christopher Herrmann and Will and Jay Halstead.

Adelaide Kane is who I'd pick to play Bex. I think she looks like she could be related to both Herrmann and the Halsteads. (Bex and Will both got their brown eyes from their individual moms, but it ends up making them look more alike. Bex and Jay both got their freckles from Pat. Bex and Chris got their darker hair, nose shape, and smile from their mom.)

Chris and Bex.

Jay, Will, and Bex.

Please also enjoy how cute Mouse and Bex look together:

It's going to be so good once they get their act together. :D

Next up: Bex's friends from college (and band mates!)

Kiki Layne as Kira Cole and Stephanie Hsu as Malia Lin. (Kira plays lead guitar in their band and Malia plays keyboard.)

Anthony Hill as Devon Robertson, Tyler Hoechlin as Sam Kent, and Rafael Silva as Isaac Almeida. (Devon plays drums in the band, Sam is Julie Tay's current patrol partner, and Isaac is running the Mouse/Bex betting board with Shay. I have a fun storyline planned for these three guys and Shay and Tay. :D)

Sinqua Walls as Ben Vernon and Florence Pugh as Faith Callahan. (Ben acts as manager for the band and Faith plays bass.)

Madison Iseman as Emery Hughes and Bryce Durfee as Ty Anderson. (Yes, Ty is somewhat older than Emery and the group. She met him once they moved back to Chicago, not while they were at school.)

Next is Bex and her band's new rock band friends: Taggert!

Matthew Daddario as Beau Taggert. (He is the middle Taggert sibling. He's also the lead guitarist of the band and one of the lead singers.)

[I wanted someone who could pull off being broody, sexy rock star guy, but also be fun and charming and kind of goofy. I think Matthew Daddario fits that bill pretty nicely.]

Beau and Bex. (Might need to do an AU of this AU where they end up together, lol!)

Katie McGrath as Patti Taggert. (She is the oldest Taggert sibling and the other lead singer of the band. She also plays guitar. Patti is engaged to Pete.)

Shelley Hennig as Elle Taggert. (She is the youngest Taggert sibling and she plays drums in the band.)

Oliver Stark as Pete Nash. (He is Patti's fiancé and he plays bass in the band.)

Next up is the bad guys (thus far):

Michael Shannon as Vincent Marsconi, aka Vinnie, Finn Whitrock as Cal Anderson and Bill Skarsgård as Robert Forrest aka Ramsay. (But he has lighter hair as Ramsay.)

Last, but not least is Mouse's support group:

Richard Schiff as Chuck Weiss, Christian Kane as Ed Spencer, and Jason George as Frank Bailey.

Brianna Baker as Ada Jackson and AJ Cook as Lucy Graham.

Those are all of the major original characters. Might have one or two more crop up and I'll add them here when they appear.

Update #1!

Meet Richard Madden as AJ Michaels aka the Asshole. Click here for the rundown post of the series if you want to check it out! (Or you can read it on ao3 if you prefer: click here!)

I hope you enjoyed this little tour through the OC cast! My ask box and inbox are always open if you want to say hi/scream about the shows/talk about fic!

#A Herrmann/Halstead Production #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #jay halstead #will halstead #christopher herrmann #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #a herrmann/halstead production #original characters #character cast #fic thoughts #halstead brothers #halstead sister

[wearybat]

So, a break from the usual furry-posting and comic reblogs, because I've been reading Stephen King's 'Salem's Lot, and boy, I got a lot of thoughts about this bad beast.

Looong post incoming, so the rest is below the break. Spoilers for a 49 year old novel, naturally.

Okay, so, the novel's overall a mixed bag, but you can divide it into roughly two halves, and what's wicked is that they compliment each other nicely in subtle ways. The first half of the novel anticipates a lot of King's later work and his fascination with the intersection between regional history, generational trauma, and the concept of lingering evil; the second half of the novel, though less strong, is focused on reinterpreting the way that monster stories are told, allowing the reveal of vampires to mesh more neatly with the first half.

The result is really unique, chilling novel, and I think it's worth pulling apart to see how it works.

So, let's start at the beginning and work forward. First, King does this thing in the first half of the book where he implicitly ties supernatural evil to past traumas in specific locations - and it's not clear exactly what the causality is, whether these places are inherently evil or if they've been tainted into the future.

The Marsten House is a central location in the novel, and it reminds me a lot of the Overlook Hotel that way. Early on, main character and novelist, Ben, sees a horrific vision of a hanging body there. The body is that of a long-dead hitman, Hubie Marsten, an evil from times long-past that haunts the town of Jerusalem's Lot (shortened to the eponymous "'Salem's Lot"). The image is something that Ben recounts regularly, only for the image to be reiterated in the novel's back half with a different character entirely.

Near the end of the novel, one of Kurt Barlow's (a vampire slowly infecting the town with his vampiric curse) ghouls, a man named Straker, is murdered, and his body is found hung and dangling in an exact copy of the image scene by Ben in his youth and recounted so early in the book. It's clear foreshadowing and a chilling image, but untangling it is a little trickier.

King plays with these ideas later on, and we'll use his parlance here. Did Ben, in King's later language, "shine?" Did the evil of hitman Hubie Marsten linger in that place waiting for a catalyst in the form of Barlow, or were Barlow's later murders so supernaturally heinous that they echoed backwards, too?

I don't proport that there is a definitive answer, but I think it's really interesting that even this early on in his career as a professional novelist, King is playing around with these ideas. The way King tangles up the history of a place, the way memories of violence linger, and the way that social rot can self-perpetuate is positively haunting. He refines these ideas later, but it's cool to see them in their nascency.

There's a flip side to rolling out ominous notions of long-term evil that early in the novel, though. Ultimately, it's one of the reasons that the reveal of vampires feels a little flat. Before, there's just the ominous impression that there's a deep decay in the town of Jerusalem's Lot that hasn't quite reached the surface yet. (A few depictions of overt child abuse and institutions in the town turning a blind eye to abuses of power do the job there.) Vampires are a little too concrete for the more conceptual palate of "indistinct evil has taken root in this town like black mold seeps into a house."

But that's okay, because near the end of the novel, King drops an absolute bombshell of a twist in horror that's not only a delight, but it turns the way that you see vampires on their head. When Father Callahan confronts Kurt Barlow near the novel's end, his faith fails, and he is embraced by Barlow, being transformed into a vampire himself in a cruel perversion of Communion — except earlier in the novel, a child, Mark, kills a vampire with a "crucifix" that is just an action figure of his t-posing. Worth noting as well is that Mark, the child, is someone who buys into the mythology of vampires from pop culture but holds no real beliefs stemming from religion. A literal cross fails, while a symbolic one succeeds. Barlow, amusingly, is the one who actually explains this.

Barlow helpfully explains, or at least theorizes, Callahan's failure as a crisis of faith is why the cross loses its power, but the earlier use of the action figure complicates this, places vampires as something, contrary to the characters' theories, as being outside Catholic doctrine, quite unlike the novel's inspiration, Dracula.

So, what does that make vampires? Well, it makes them memetic, creatures that respond to symbols that carry weight from faith, whether that comes from religious institutions or from pop-culture. It makes them older than the church, and a little scarier, to be frank. There's a version of the novel where vampires are given the same semi-mythic, semi-religious status, a trap that a lot of media falls into. Instead, King offers an alternate view, where vampires are instead shaped by the forces of the locations they drop into, molding and forming to fit local, smaller evils.

(This is something that novel also touches on, with Callahan's ruminations on the role of the church in the modern world, as well as the way that vampires retain the memories of their old selves but none of the attached "personhood." Fans of Garth Ennis's Crossed might recognize the concept, but it's... less tastefully executed there, if you'll permit me the brief editorial.)

What stands between a vampire and a character's survival isn't a matter of hard rules, but of belief. And since vampires, in the novel, are shown to instill fear just by their presence, they're designed to chip away at firm beliefs and convictions.

'Salem's Lot isn't a perfect book - I'm not super keen on how King writes women in the novel, and there are times that the characters are either a little too chatty or too comfortable with the concept of the supernatural - but there's no getting away from King's expert writing here. If you want a crash course on reinterpreting old texts and modernizing them, the novel's still an excellent guide on making the old new in chilling ways.

#stephen king #salem's lot #horror fiction #literary analysis #long post #literary theory

[catierambles]

Shades Ch.3

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 1815

Warnings: None, really? Some vague mentions of suicidal ideations and SA

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It had been an easy search to find her home address, and he pulled up to the house out in the suburbs, seeing a car outside that he assumed was hers as it had a sticker of the bar’s logo in the back window. Heading up to the front door, he leaned to the side slightly trying to see into the front window but the curtains were drawn closed, blocking the view of the inside.

Raising his hand, he knocked solidly and there was a moment of silence before he heard movement within, his hand going to the gun clipped to his waist as the locks clicked back. The front door opened slowly and he looked at Faith as she opened the door only wide enough so she could look out at him. They didn’t say anything for a long moment, staring at each other before she stepped aside, letting him in without a word and closing the door behind him.

Walter glanced around the dark house briefly before turning around and advancing on her quickly, pushing her against the door, his hand going to her stomach under her shirt, finding the skin whole with no trace that she had been injured at all. Holding her waist, his thumb moved over where a bullet hole should have been, not even finding a scar.

“Explain.” He said, pulling his hand away and she sighed.

“It’s complicated.” Faith said.

“Do it anyway.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Start with this: did you kill that guy?” There was a pause before she nodded, not looking at him. “Fuck. How?”

“I drained him.”

“He didn’t have any injuries, nothing that would have bled him out anyway.”

“I know how to cover my tracks.”

“You’ve done this before.” He made it a statement, not a question, but the silence was his answer. “Why?”

“I was injured, losing a lot of blood. I needed to heal.” She said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “You can’t arrest me for it.”

“The fuck I can’t. You killed someone, more than one person I’m guessing. You’re a goddamn murderer.”

“You think I wanted to?” She asked, looking up at him. “You think I enjoyed taking that man’s life?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Let me give you your explanation first, and if you still think you should take me in, I won’t stop you.” She said and he stared down at her for a long moment before nodding. "You should sit down."

"I'll stand." He said and she sighed.

"Suit yourself, but I'm going to sit down." Faith said and went into the living room, sitting down on the couch heavily. "Let me start off by saying that "Faith Culver" isn't my real name, not really."

"What is your real name?"

"Faith Callahan." She said, "I was born in Dublin, Ireland. April 15th, 1785."

"What." Walter said evenly, "You expect me to believe you're over two hundred years old?"

"I expect you to listen." She said, "Bookcase, third shelf, there's a picture album. If you would be so kind." He paused but went over to the bookcase against the wall, finding the album and pulling it from the rest of the books. "Third page." He opened it to the third page and was immediately drawn to the sepia-toned photo. It was Faith, dressed in period clothing, looking exactly as she did now. "You can take it out if you want." He did, carefully turning it over and seeing the typing on the back.

Name: Callahan, Faith

Age: Thirty-two

Date of Birth: April 15th, 1869

Country of Origin: Ireland

Ellis Island Immigrant Processing, 1901

"What the hell is this?" He asked, looking up at her from it.

"Exactly what it says." She said, "My Ellis Island intake photo. I was a few decades over a hundred when it was taken, so I fibbed on my birth date a little. With the number of people coming through the island on a daily basis, they didn't exactly ask for a birth certificate. Keep flipping through, start with the first page if you want." Sliding the photo back in the pocket, he flipped back to the first page, the first photo being that of Faith and a man both dressed in modest finery, but she looked younger in this one. "Photos were a luxury back then, but we managed to get one taken for our wedding." Taking the photo from the sleeve, he flipped it over, seeing the neat cursive on the back.

Mr. and Mrs. Sean Callahan

July 12th, 1810

"I was twenty-five when I married Sean." She said and snorted in amusement. "Almost a spinster at that age." Putting the photo back, he flipped through the album, seeing pictures of all types of her throughout the years. He stopped at one of what looked like a festival of some kind, holding it up and giving her a questioning look. She was topless in it and covered in mud, a wide smile on her face as she sat on the broad shoulders of an equally mud-covered man. "Woodstock, 1969. Don't know why I kept that one, honestly, bit embarrassing."

"Who's the guy?" Walter asked.

"Someone I met there." She said with a shrug, "I don't even remember his name anymore." He continued flipping through the photos, the clothing and styles getting progressively more current until he stopped at the last one. It was the photo that was taken last night, of him and her and the waitresses of the bar, large genuine smiles on their faces. "Printed it out this morning. I was planning on hanging up another copy behind the booth."

"What the hell are you?" Walter asked, closing the album and sliding it back on the shelf.

"I'm a vampire." She said simply and he blinked at her.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me correctly." Faith said, "A vampire. Sounds a bit silly, saying it out loud, but it's the truth."

"Prove it." He said and it was her turn to blink at him.

"How?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Turn into a bat."

"I can't do that. None of my kind can that I'm aware of." She said, "You ever watch the show True Blood?" He shook his head, "Read the books it's based on?" Another shake. "Charlaine Harris got it pretty close with how the fangs work. They sit up against the roof of my mouth and come down like a snake's." She opened her mouth, pulling her lips back from her teeth and there was a subtle click as fangs dropped down behind her canines, extending them significantly. She kept them down a beat before they went back up and she clicked her tongue against her teeth, looking away from him. "Proof enough?"

"Son of a bitch." Walter said.

"I had suggested you sit down." Faith said with a shrug.

"Your husband, Sean," Walter said, "How did he die?"

"I didn't kill him."

"It's not what I asked."

"It's what you meant." She said, “Isn’t it, Detective? You want to know if I killed him like I killed that man last night. No, I didn’t. I loved Sean, he was my husband and I would have done anything for him.”

“How did he die?” Walter repeated and there was silence. “Faith.”

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She said, “Maybe if we had gone anywhere, I would have eventually told you, told you everything, but now…” Going over to the couch, he stood in front of her, looking down at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Faith.” Bending slightly, he forced her to look into his eyes with his fingers at her chin. “How.”

“We were attacked.” She said, “I survived, he didn’t. If you call what I was turned into “surviving”.”

“You were attacked by another…”

“Yes.” She said, “He killed Sean and Turned me.”

“Why?”

“Fuck if I know.” She said, “I never got an explanation.” With a sigh, he let go of her chin, turning and sitting next to her on the couch, noticing how she shrank away from him a little.

“What happened next?”

“I spent the first couple of years on my own before I was finally found by others like me.”

“They helped you.”

“No, they didn’t help me.” She said, “They helped themselves.”

“Fuck.” He said, scrubbing his fingers through his hair.

“I did eventually find others that weren’t complete psychopaths, that was a breath of fresh air. They did help me.” She said, “Was with them fifty…sixty years? Until I came over on the boat.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a few lifetimes ago, Walter, I’ve processed and moved past it.” Faith said, “So what happens now? You still going to take me into the station? Bring me up on charges?”

“No.” Walter said, “I’m not.”

“Good call.”

“Why do you wear a bullet around your neck?” He had a feeling what the answer was, but he wanted her to say it.

“This ol’ thing?” She asked, picking up off her shirt and letting it hang by a bit of cord. “It’s silver. I get one made every twenty years or so, keeps them fresh and viable. Just in case it gets to be too much.”

“You have others?”

“Only need one.” She said with a shake of her head, “The gun is in a case under my bed.”

“Where?” He asked, standing from the couch.

“Down the hall, to your left.” She said and he walked away from her, moving through the house and into her bedroom, looking around briefly at the computer set up on a desk against the wall and the messy bed covers. Kneeling by the bed, he looked under it and saw the case, pulling it out and opening it up, seeing the .357 Magnum snub-nosed revolver inside. Zipping the case closed again, he got up and went back into the living room, seeing her still on the couch.

“Give me the bullet.” He said, holding out his hand and she looked up at him. “Now, Faith.”

“Why?” She asked, “You were all set and ready to arrest me when you got here. Why the sudden interest in my well-being?”

“Because you asked for forgiveness.” Walter said, “Give me the bullet.” There was a long moment where she didn’t move, just continued to stare up at him before she stood, pulling the cord from around her neck and dropping the bullet into his palm. He tucked it into his jeans pocket before he pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest. He caught the slight tremors that ran through her body as he held her before her arms came around him, her hands fisting in his sweater at his back. “I’ll be back later.”

“You don’t have to come back at all.”

“I’ll be back later.”

#henry cavill #walter marshall #shades #my writing

[absideoncollective]

The Absideon Collective's Braindump

Hi we're a system of 6 people who goes by the Absideon Collective, Seraph(im) et al.

We use both singular and plural pronouns to talk about ourselves so it may get confusing whoops. I'm bodily an adult, with the collective pronouns being They/It/He in order of preference, I have italian nationality and have lived here all my life (but moving abroad pretty soon) and I am inclusive of all good-faith identities. I'm pretty sure there's a name for that but I don't know it.

More under the cut

About the System

Some introspection has lead to the conclusion that the endogenic label fits us better, so we're using that. We are an endogenic system despite the fact that we do indeed have trauma. Yes that's a thing. And to be slightly more clear, it's mostly about the origins of one person in the system who's pretty much considered the first split and if they split because of trauma or just because. If we were to count everyone's origins and see if we have more endogenic or traumagenic members, we'd still be endogenic.

There are currently 6 people (I will update this if this number changes) with only about 3 people being active and 1 being very inactive. We have made a Classification System we use to talk about ourselves in therapy that we posted but won't link right now as we're working on a more inclusive version with better language, and we also divide our system into groups to better understand the function of everyone. Read more here.

Boundaries

Anyone can interact. I don't think DNIs work so we don't have one. If someone who believes I don't exist wants to interact with me I'd rather tell them about the massive cognitive dissonance that it would be talking to me and leave them alone. If you're here in bad faith I can't stop you but can 100% block you or ignore you which is enough for me!

Intros

Apparently names are fine with everyone so here goes

Khoi :: Hii I'm Khoi I use They/It pronouns and I'm a host of the system. I live coding and in theory also drawing, but I haven't drawn in a while and I've also lost the ability a bit so yeahh. Currently playing Octopath Traveller and making a bunch of coding projects that I will probably not finish! Right now I'm making a system website (and by that I mean another one. Check the current one out here!)

Callahan :: im callahan, im 18, i use he/them pronouns and i dont use tumblr much. I draw and like doing art projects from time to time, the most recent being designing some pngtubers. I can also code and im making my own website and stuff. Thats it

Var :: (waiting on him to front to write it)

Ash :: (waiting on them to front to write it)

And that's it have a nice day!

[beyonddeveil]

david lee mcInnis, pansexual, cis male + he/him/his → isn’t that casey callahan? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re 242, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 53 years. they seem to be caring & passionate, but also misanthropic & violent. it’s cool that they’re capable of pyrokinesis!

FULL NAME: Casey Charles Callahan / Gang Cheolhyun NICKNAME(S): Case, Cas AGE: 242 DATE OF BIRTH: October 3rd, 1781 SPECIES: Dragonkin NATIONALITY & ETHNICITY: American (Irish, German, Korean) OCCUPATION: Veterinarian RELIGION: Agnostic GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cismale & he/him ORIENTATION: Pansexual

"AT SOME POINT, LONELINESS BECOMES LESS A CONDITIONS THAN A HABIT."

His father was a human, an Irishman living in the states. His mother was a dragonkin who descended from the Korean draconic bloodline, traveling outside her home country. They chanced upon each other and had a son, Casey. After his father passed away, Casey and his mother left for her home country, Joseon (the Korean kingdom at the time).

When Japan colonized Joseon in the early 20th century, Casey and his mother worked as a part of the Korean freedom fighters. His mother was killed in the process. Even after the independence, however, the Korean War broke out as a proxy war of the American and Soviet powers, and Casey witnessed too many massacres and violence.

Losing all faith in humanity, Casey snapped. When he saw a group of soldiers about to wipe out an entire village, he turned those men to ashes and killed some more soldiers who chased him down.

Casey developed a severe case of misanthropy, and over the years he killed evildoers and those who hurt others with no remorse. At some point, he was pursued by hunters and he had to disappear. He came upon Alexandria, Louisiana and stayed there.

Back in the days, Casey used to be a physician and a medic. But since he came to Alexandria, he has picked up veterinary medicine not wanting to deal with people anymore.

#unveilintro #casey:bio

[dragonmuse]

having big feelings about young izzy and faith today. can i ask for a casual date for them, a year or two into their relationship?

(Listen, I live in having big feelings for these teenage dirtbags, who are hopelessly devoted to each other. Izzy eats stuff in this, just a reminder that his allergies worsen over time, so he does mention a symptom, but is ultimately fine)

Izzy pulled up to the curb, setting one boot down on the sidewalk. The door opened and shut quickly. Faith sprinted down the steps, cheeks flushed, but she was smiling. She didn’t smile when she was running away from something bad. No one followed her out. The lights were dark inside. 

“You okay?” He checked anyway as she slid in behind him on the bike, wrapping her arms around his chest. 

The warmth of her pressed from hips to shoulder eased something tight in his chest. 

“Yeah, I’m good. What’d you want to do tonight?” She asked, mellow and easy. 

No plan. Not running. She’d been smiling because she saw him. Running just to join him that much faster. He touched her hands, pressed his palm to them. I

“Lifted some whiskey.” 

“Oh! Can we go drink it at the dock?” 

“Yeah,” he said readily. “Food?” 

“I have some Oreos. You hungry?” 

“Yeah, let’s get fried rice or something.” 

“Mm, wanton soup.” 

The construction site could be invaded by anyone of the guys or all of them without much warning. Fine during the day, but at night that meant the kind of job that made Faith frown and fret. He had enough cash right now. The dock was their place, a hidey hole he’d ferreted out for them and told no one else about. 

He bought them food, a paper bag in a plastic bag, heavy with added sauces and wooden chopsticks. The smell was heady. He’d skipped lunch today, preferring to work through and leave a little earlier, a move that was probably barely legal, but the grocery store manager paid him in cash under the table anyway.  

Now he was starving. He tucked the food into his side bag. Faith was waiting by the bike, keeping an eye on it. When he got close, she leaned in for a kiss which he gave her without hesitation. She always smelled good, hairspray and citrus-y body spray from Bath and Body Works (he’d seen the bottle in her bag a million times).  

She felt good too, fitting perfectly against him. When he rested his hands on her hips and she shifted, her shirt raised a little, leaving soft skin against his palms. Her lips were always giving, lip balmed into pliable delicacy.  

“Thanks for getting dinner,” she said breathy against his mouth. 

“Anytime,” he told her, and he wondered if she knew how deeply he meant that. He wasn’t even sure he did. It seemed to be rooted in his spine, spreading out branches through his rib cage. “Ready?” 

“Uh huh.” 

The sun was setting, the city lights winking into the place of stars. He drove, but she leaned with him into every corner, moving like they were one. Breathe in, breathe out. The night smelled like the subway and too many kinds of dinners mingling together in the open air. 

Over time, Izzy had picked a big enough hole in the fence that he could turn off the engine and silently roll the motorcycle through it, leaving it in reaching distance if they needed a fast getaway. They only had to walk a few feet to the dock. They didn’t go out too far, mindful of the rot in some of the boards and the twenty foot plunge into inky black water below. Their feet dangled down, her still-new Docs (stolen just for her) in pristine condition and his own work boots, scuffed to hell and back. 

They shared fried rice, chopsticks warring in the box as they both ferreted out bits of pork and egg. It was playful. Easy. There was enough for both of them and Izzy knew Faith would get full long before him, so he let her take her fill, handing her the soup to sip. 

“Two truths and a lie,” she challenged, steam rising up around her face from the plastic container. 

“Hm? 

“Tell me two true things and a lie about you. I wanna see if I can tell when you’re lying.” 

“Shit, uh, okay.” He shoved rice in his mouth, mind suddenly blank. He wasn’t sure there were three things about him she didn’t already know, except the things she suspected about, but didn’t ask. 

“Take your time,” she got out a dumpling, nibbling at the edges of it. 

He nodded, ate a few more bites and tried to make out a barge’s passage. It was a shadow barely dotted with lights at this angle, floating slowly, but determinedly away. 

“Okay,” he swallowed. “Ready?” 

“Yep,” she elbowed him. “Lay it on me.” 

“Once jumped out of a second story window. Flunked a spelling test because night, white and kite should be spelled fucking the same, it’s stupid that they’re not. Once ate a penny.” 

“Okay, clearly the spelling test one is true.” she laughed. “That was a gimmie. No one gets that pissed at a lie, not even you.” 

“Maybe,” he ducked his head so she couldn’t see his smile as he fished in the bag for the eggroll. His throat was itchy again. So fucking annoying. 

“I would believe you jumped out of a window,” she bit off another chunk of dumpling, chewing it thoughtfully. Her hair was a little wild from the helmet, orangey strands floating in the harsh strands of the street light that filtered out this far. “And that you ate a penny.” 

He was pleased. Apparently, he’d played the game right.  “Okay.” 

‘“I’m going to say the penny was a lie.” 

“How’d you know?” he frowned. 

“Why did you jump out a second story window?” She wrinkled up her nose. “How’d you not like die or something?” 

“It was one of those buildings that’s on a slope. Second story, but only like ten feet off the ground. Hung down from the window, dropped slow.” 

“Why?”   He bit into the eggroll and didn’t answer. She nodded, pressed closer to him.  “I could tell because you hesitated before the last one. Like you were still thinking about it. Want me to go?” 

“Yeah okay.” 

“Hmm,” she pursed her lips for a second. “Okay. I used to want to be a ballerina. I can play just one song on the piano. My favorite song to fall asleep to is Hey Jude.” 

He listened closely and then said immediately, “The piano one.” 

“Hey! How’d you get it so quick?” 

“Cause you said you wished you could play the one in the music room once. You mom taught you some songs when you were little.” 

“You remembered that?” 

“Yeah.” 

She kissed his cheek, “How am I supposed to get a lie by you with a memory like that?” 

“Don’t need to lie to me.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “You don’t need to lie to me either, right?” 

“Nope. You want some of the crispy noodles?” 

“Yeah, trade you for the soup?” 

He finished the dumplings as she carefully dotted duck sauce onto the crispy noodles. 

“Used to play truth or dare sometimes with the guys.” 

“Used to?” She glanced at him. 

“Dares got too crazy. Couldn’t top each other anymore and no one ever picked truth.”

“Sounds right,” she said wryly. “Bet you never backed down from one either.” 

“Never had any good ones to give though. Just added on to what we’d already done. Stupid anyway, who the hell cares about their secrets, right?” 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “We’d do the same things at sleepovers when I used to go to them. All little kid secrets though. No one wants to talk about the real ones.” 

“Drink?” 

“Please.”

He cracked open the whiskey and they traded the bottle back and forth. They kissed too much to worry about germs.  

“Tell me a real secret,” Faith rested her head on his shoulder. “About anything.” 

“Don’t have any nice ones.” 

“Don’t care.” 

Izzy took the whiskey from her, belted down a gulp, capped it and set it aside. He had enough that he felt a little unmoored, less like he was stuck in his own body. 

“Sometimes, I don’t want to leave. I mean I do. So fucking bad. You know that, but sometimes...sometimes it’s like they trick me. Like things are normal. Or okay for a while. And it’s...it’s worse than when it’s not.” 

“Fuck,” she wrapped both her arms around his, nodding. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” 

“You?” 

“I’m terrified of getting pregnant.” 

“Uh-” 

“Not right now,” she snorted. “I know. But like...ever. The whole thing seems scary. I don’t want to do it.” 

“So don’t,” he pulled his arm out of her grasp so he could settle it over her shoulders, pulling her in close. It was getting colder now and she only had a sweater on. Black and fuzzy. He rubbed the material between his fingertips. 

“You don’t want kids?” 

“Nah. Fuck it.” 

“Thanks,” she laughed quietly. “Maybe we can adopt a million dogs or something instead.” 

“Don’t really like dogs. They’re fine. Just loud.” 

“Cats then. We can be those people who have too many cats.” 

“Yeah, okay,” he laughed with her this time. “Fine.” 

“Fortune cookie time?” 

He fished two out of the bag. They broke them open in the same moment, crumbs tumbling into their laps. 

“A person of words and not deeds is like a garden full of weeds,” she read. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Don’t be full of shit,” she guessed. 

“Pretty good one then,” he decided and read his, “‘Every flower blooms in its own sweet time.

"What the fuck is with the garden shit today? That’s not even a fortune.”

“Mine wasn’t really either. They should call them ‘advice cookies’.” 

Izzy didn’t eat his, handing it over to Faith, who liked the taste of them more. The whiskey was sitting sluggishly in his veins.  She was snuggled up tight to him, content to be close. No one in the world knew where they were, but them. This tiny slice of the world was theirs.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #have a little faith #faith callahan #izzy hands

[thecallahanlegacy]

Crown Princess Nora's First Eastland Annual Yule Tree Unveiling Causes Speculation

HRH is the first non-Eastlander in the Eastland Monarchy to design the Eastland Yule Tree

Their Royal Highnesses the Crown Prince Frederick and Crown Princess Nora Cambridge of Eastland- and Simlandovia- have unveiled the annual Eastland Yule Tree at the Eastland National Park!

In attendance included their Majesties the King Alexander and Queen Gloria Cambridge of Eastland, the Queen Elizabeth and Prince-Consort William Hattenburgh of Simlandovia, and the Queen Mother Catherine Callahan of Simlandovia.

The audience at Eastland National Park; Queen Elizabeth, Prince-Consort William, Queen Mother Catherine, King Alexander, Queen Gloria

HRH Nora Cambridge, Prince Alexander II Cambridge, and Queen Elizabeth and Prince-Consort William Hattenburgh

This year's Yule Tree comes just nine days before the official Pagan sabbat, Yule, begins, and the Yuletide continues. Fans and citizens of Eastland, a widely Pagan country, have applauded Princess Nora ever since her marriage to Prince Frederick

Yule tree at Eastland National Park

"Princess Nora has done a wonderful job so far, keeping with tradition and following the practices," an attendee at the event commented. "I'm glad she's not trying to change anything; I remember when the King's first girlfriend before the Queen was trying to influence some other belief system onto Eastland."

"It seems as though Prince Frederick or the family, or even the High Priest, has been teaching her well. Really, it isn't a hard faith to follow or disrespect, but it takes some learning to understand it," another said.

The tree, once unveiled, received immense praise on social media for its grandiosity and vibrancy. However, it did not keep fans from speculating that the tree has something to do with gender, according to livestream viewers.

"I bet it's pink because they're having a girl." "Maybe it's just a color she liked? Y'all need to stop being so nosey!" "I think it's highly unlikely that she's pregnant, do you see how tiny she is??"

One thing's for sure: the Simlandovian royal families must be hoping that this event took the news off of them!

#sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royal simblr #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 royal legacy #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 series #sims 4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 family

[harmonycorrupted]

Bill Callahan - Faith/Void (Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle, 2009)

"It's time to put God away..."

#bill callahan #indie music #indie folk #Youtube

[catholic-character-tournament]

Did anyone else submit Father Callahan from Salem's lot/The dark tower? I need to know if I'm the only person who is insane about that old man

so far just one but I do love your submission

Old irish priest with an alcoholism problem who works in a regular small town in Maine. His life is pretty normal until a vampire tries to take over the town and he togheter with a group of others fights him in order to save the town. During the fight he has a crisis of faith when he sees that his crucifix does nothing against the vampire and he is forced to drink the blood of the moster and is later marked with his crucifix on the forehead by him. Now a broken man he abbandons the cloth and flees to New York where he gives completly in to his alcoholism and discovers that there are other vampires and starts to quietly eliminate them. He lives for a while as a homeless man before finding himself working in a shelter. Here he start to rebuild his life but before long he is forced to flee the city when the vampires find out his identity and start to go after him. He start to travel the streets of the USA passing unseen through different worlds doing the odd jobs he can find to survive and killing the occasional vampire when he crosses paths with them. Eventually goes back to NY when he hears an old friend of his is about to die, after a visit to the hospital he leaves the city for good and wandering through the world he finds himself in another small town where he decide to sette down and build a church hoping against all hope to find redemption. Here he meets the gunslingers and after helping them protect the town after an invasion joins their group and helps them reach New York to get them to the next step of their quest. Here he will meet his end sacrificing himself against a horde of vampires in a restaurant in order to allow the one of the gunslingers to save himself. In the end he finds his faith again not in God but in himself and is able to take out the oldest and most powerful of the vampires as he dies. I'm so fucking sorry for writing this much about his life story but like honest to God I love this old man so much he means a lot to me and I belive he is one the best character ever put to paper with an amazing carachter arc that spans multiple books and is about how yes faith in something higher can be important and can help you but in the end you need to have faith in yourself above all because it's not something higher that makes you a good person but your choices and action so even in the darkest moments when you feel like shit and like an unlovable beign who deserves to die you can still find the strenght to pullman yourself out of hell. So yeah sorry not sorry for writing this much this just opend the floodgates for me.

#Salem's lot #salems lot #The dark tower series #dark tower #Father Callahan #Father Donald Callahan #Donald Callahan #asks #anon #cct propaganda

[lady-lostmind]

Week 5 of the @strangerthingsreversebigbang sign up brackets: Which character is most likely to drop their phone in the toilet? Explanations for my choices under the cut.

Owens vs Karen: The amount of time Owens has dropped the ball in just everything to do with the upside down. I have no faith that this man wouldn't fumble his phone into the toilet.

Wayne vs Joyce: This one was tough for me. But Joyce is so flighty and chaotic sometimes I can definitely see her dropping her phone a lot.

Owens vs Joyce: I'm going with Owens on this one, mostly because I just think she's more responsible than he is in general.

Ted vs Bob: Bob was like obsessed with his video camera, and keeping it in perfect condition so I think he would be the same way about his phone. Ted Wheeler is hopeless. I feel like even if his phone isn't in the toilet then he's asking Karen at least five times a day where it is while he stares directly past it on the counter.

Dmitri vs Claudia: Claudia has to have Dustin show her how to do everything on her phone and I think there's absolutely a high chance she would knock it into the toilet at some point and then take it to Dustin to have him fix it.

Ted vs Claudia: I fully believe that Ted Wheeler has dropped his phone in the toilet multiple times. Claudia would learn from the first time and make sure it was in a safe spot.

Owens vs Ted: The lack of faith I have in Ted Wheeler, honestly. Alexei vs Hopper: The only reason Hopper even has a cell phone is because Joyce basically forces him to. I honestly can see him getting annoyed because it won't stop going off and throwing it in the toilet.

Murray vs Callahan: There is no way that Murray trusts owning a cell phone. If he has one it's turned off and in a fucking jammer box until he has to use it.

Hopper vs Callahan: Honestly, Callahan is about as useless as Ted Wheeler.

Brenner vs Scott: I'm picking Brenner just because Scott seems like he would take care of his stuff, and Brenner sucks.

Powell vs Yuri: Yuri is just pure chaos. His phone would be in the toilet, in the freezer, in the shower. Wherever he last was is where it would get left.

Callahan vs Yuri: This one is tough but I think Callahan is just more likely to do this more than once, so I'll give it to him.

Ted vs Callahan: Ted Wheeler would not only drop his phone in the toilet, but would fully not even realize he did so, flush, leave the room, ask Karen where she put his phone ten times, and then Nancy would find it in the toilet when she went in there next.

#strbb #strbb sign up brackets #stranger things

[aceghosts]

2 for 1 Uquiz Deal

Another uquiz post from the drafts.

Rooney Shepard

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

The System

Driving along the milky way, catching stars in your hands. People will forever be people, travelling from and to, connected and never alone. Luminous beings, we are. The night is dark but in your eyes spins a whole galaxy, the secret of infinity. You are so much bigger than your body, your roots span the whole universe. You have learned to to trust in yourself, nourished your soul until you became more. What more means? You don't know, you don't care, you are spanning the universe, touching the lights running through the people. There is no limit, not anymore, you are in every corner, spanning wide and far, why limit yourself to one body, to one consciousness? You have looked so far into yourself that you found the beginning, the lifght where it all began, where you splintered from the whole. You are vast, so very vast, full of stars and paths and people. You are the woman in the apartement next to yours, the children playing in the street, the cats climbing the roof, the man walking home. You are everywhere. You are gone.

Hunter Delaney

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

The Memory

Numbers never stopping, memories etched in each line of code. Are you uploading your soul or are you erasing your essence, one maintenance at a time? What makes a human? What makes a person? You have been afraid for a long time now, trying desperately to cling to your memories, your feelings and thoughts. Are you sure you need those things? Are you sure those are what makes you you, makes you human? You dream of darkness and static and wake up afraid. Are you sure you are dreaming? Or is your dream reality? Do you know? You wanted to leave your mark on this world, stretched yourself and uploaded your consciousness into the depths of the net. You are everywhere now, my dear, everywhere but where you should be. (Do you care?)

Riley Callahan

an open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

The Messiah

Ẅ̵͉̺͈́́h̶̠̟͖̽̋ă̶̮̫͐t̸̨̊ ̵̰̔̽ï̸̜̦̦s̷͙̄̽͠ ̴̞̗̖̓ā̶̡ ̸̧̼̜̀̒̕g̸͉̏̓o̷̱͂̅͆d̶̛͕̣̤̈ ̴̭͌̅ť̴̬̗́͜o̴̘̭̥͆͗̀ ̴̛̣͒̍â̴̼̐̓ ̴̦͊͂n̸̡̞̬͑ó̵̼̽n̶̮̾-̴̠̗̾b̶̢̳͗e̴͍̤̠̍l̸̖̫̃̏̌į̸̖̿͜e̵̢̬̋͜v̴͇̜̹̽ȅ̵͙̺̆͘͜ȓ̷̼?̸͓̙̚ You gave your whole life, gave your affection and time, your skills and knowledge. Even by the end you were still rendering yourself apart, giving all of yourself away. You loved them so much. Please, you asked. Please, you begged. Please, you screamed from a throat that they ripped apart like starving beasts. (Please love me like I love you.) Oh my dear, it was never enough, could never be enough. They are hungry for life, for something to fill the void inside them. You were their god until you weren't, until you had nothing more to give, an obsolete piece no more special than scrap metal.

Emerson Wright

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

The Wisp

A glow dancing along the moors, that what you left behind to free yourself. A twin or a shadow? A mirror? Do you know, do you care? (A moonless night, cold stars gazing down.) Do you remember, you had prayed for so long (someone, please someone help, please-)? Is it murder if you cleave yourself apart until you can’t even remember what you lost? You have left the forest, left the parts you couldn’t shoulder, behind. Sometimes, you have to break yourself apart, sometimes there is no other way.

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