#i now have a reason to visit utah | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ladykailitha · 6 months

Text

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 9

Hello, everyone! We are almost to the end. I have all twelve parts completed and will be posting them every Thursday until the story is fully published.

So what's next? With Royal Pain being done as well, I'm going to try and finish Well Met By Moonlight and Find Your Shade By the Moonlight. I will be back working on the soulmate AU Batshit Soulmate and the next book in the Boy with a Bat series called Never Hold Back Your Step for a Moment. I'm also starting that omegaverse story I thought up here.

We meet Steve's family and find out more about why Steve's parents didn't like that side of the family much.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

****

Eddie and Steve wandered around town for a couple of hours, doing a little sightseeing, a little shopping, and a lot just being themselves for a moment or two.

Soon it was getting close to time and they headed to the diner. They pulled up and got a booth.

Eddie and Steve slid into one side and told the waitress that they were waiting for someone and to just grab them a couple of waters.

The waitress nodded and quickly came back with the waters.

They didn’t have to wait long before Percy came through the door, the little bell announcing his arrival.

Steve waved him over and he smiled in return, hurrying over to the table. Once he was settled he told the waitress they were waiting on one more but if they could get a pot of coffee and two cups please. Eddie and Steve both got sodas.

“Who are we waiting for?” Steve asked nervously.

Percy twisted the ring on his ring hand, looking down at the table. “A friend.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance, wide-eyed.

Eddie wrote something down on a paper napkin and slid it over to Percy.

Percy took the napkin with frown and then he gasped. “Both of you?”

“Both for me,” Steve murmured.

“Just men for me,” Eddie added.

Percy glanced around the diner nervously, but no one was paying any attention to them at all.

“Oh.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Just him.” He pointed to someone walking up to the diner through the window.

He was a tall man, thin. Long black hair, braided to the small of his back. He wore a suit just as nice as Max’s in a beautiful silver color.

He came over when Percy waved at him. He slid next to Percy and looked Steve and Eddie over.

“Who are these boys, Percy?” he asked gravely.

“This my nephew, Steven and his friend...” Percy began.

Eddie stuck out his hand. “Eddie. Eddie Munson. We’re actually in Kentucky because of my own grandma’s funeral. Steve wanted to come visit his grandma’s grave so we took a drive.”

“Where you from?” Percy asked. “I catch a bit of twang to your voice.”

Eddie grinned. “Indiana mostly, but my family’s from Ashland.”

Percy smiled. “Nice town.”

Steve smiled. “It has been so far.”

“This is David Estevez,” Percy said, shyly. “The reason you’re parents haven’t spoken to me in over a decade.”

“Ah,” Steve said. “Yup, Clint Harrington is a lot of things, but tolerant isn’t one of them and of course my mom just went along with it. Even though it’s her money and her family.”

Eddie clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Let’s see, not white, not from here, judging from the accent, and not straight... anything I missed?”

David burst out laughing. “Not the right kind of rich. I’m a self-made man. I worked hard to be where I am today and they hate that. I grew up poor in New Mexico and made my money building computers in my mom’s basement. Now, I’m a multi-millionaire CEO of a major tech company.”

“Dustin would love you,” Steve and Eddie said together.

“Who?” David asked with a chuckle.

“He’s this kid we know,” Eddie explained. “He built a CB tower just so he could talk to his girlfriend in Utah and not rack up his mom’s phone bill.”

“He sounds like fun,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.

David dug his fingers into Percy’s side, causing him to squirm and squeak. “As if you wouldn’t love it if I did that for you.”

Percy blushed. “Maybe.”

He cleared his throat. “How are your parents, Steven? I saw on the news that there was a horrible earthquake last March.”

Steve gulped and Eddie gave his hand a squeeze.

“I really wouldn’t know,” he mumbled, looking down at the table, tucking his hands between legs. “I haven’t seen them in a while.”

David and Percy shared a glance.

“They did come back after the earthquake, right?” Percy pressed. “To see if you were all right if nothing else.”

Steve shook his head. “They didn’t come home when I was caught in the mall fire, why would they come home for something as inconsequential as an earthquake?”

“Mall fire?” Percy asked.

“You remember, darling,” David said, “the one from last year where there were thirty people who died?”

Percy expression cleared as understanding dawned, and then it turned horrified. “They didn’t come home for that?”

Steve shook his head again. “They didn’t come home when I got a concussion so bad I was out for several hours, or anytime I got hurt.” He rubbed a scratch that was in the surface of the table mournfully.

“Mom follows Dad around to make sure he keeps it in his pants. Not that it deters him,” he explained. “I heard him bragging once about how it’s a game to him now to see what he can get away with.”

The waitress appeared with their drinks. “Are you guys ready to order?”

“I’m not hungry,” Steve murmured.

The rest of them ordered, with Eddie ordering a side of cheese fries in addition to his regular side of fries.

Once the waitress had gone, Percy leaned forward. “How long has this been going on?”

“The trips started when I fourteen or so,” he continued. “But the older I got, the longer the trips were, until they just stopped coming home sometime around Christmas of last year.”

“Stevie...” Eddie whined. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an adult. It’s not as though I’m a kid anymore.”

Percy took his hand in his. “No, Steven. That’s not how parenting works. Ever. They’re supposed to care about you enough to at least tell you were they’re going and when they’ll be home.”

Steve looked up and into his uncle’s eyes. “The money changed them. They haven’t been my parents in over a decade. I’ve just been this trophy they pulled out whenever it suited them. Had to be first in everything. I’m surprised they only let me get away three sports instead of making me try everything.”

Eddie looked stricken. “The sports weren’t your idea?”

Steve shook his head. “It was a way that they could legally pawn me off to other adults. Probably the reason for all the piano lessons and the tutoring. How I met Nancy by the way. Gotta have the best grades, until someone puts a plate through my head, then I was just as disappointing as they feared I would be.”

Everyone else at the table let out noises of distress.

“You never should have had to go through that,” David whispered fiercely. “Ever. I’m sorry your parents were awful.”

Steve shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. I have had adults in my life that cared about me. The Chief of Police always kept an eye on me. Dad stopped hitting me after the second time Hop, Chief Hopper, I mean brought me home after...” he trailed off and looked anywhere but at the people in the booth with him.

He cleared his throat.

Their food arrived and that last sentence was left to dangling in the air like the sword of Damocles over their heads.

Percy watched as Eddie pushed the side of cheese fries between him and Steve, taking a bite periodically, but mostly focusing on the rest of his food.

Steve reached out and took one of the fries, chewing mindlessly. And then another and then another.

David smirked when Percy indicated to what Steve was doing.

Eddie pushed them in front of Steve and he just dug into them like a starving man. He took half of his burger and handed it to Steve, too.

Steve took the half with a blush. “Thanks, Eds,” he said softly.

Eddie just smiled fondly and finished his half of the burger.

David started talking to Percy to help fill the silence and soon the sense of dread dissipated as they fell into easy conversation.

Soon they were done and their plates taken away.

David lifted his chin to indicate to Steve. “Where did you learn that if you got cheese fries Steve would eat?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other and Steve blushed.

“Is that what he did?” he muttered.

Eddie laughed. “It’s trick I learned from his best friend. When he’s upset he won’t eat, even when he needs to, but if you put something like cheese fries or onion rings near him, he’ll graze until it kick starts his appetite again.”

Steve looked over at him in shock. “Holy shit, I never realized. Who else does that?”

Eddie smiled at him, that closed mouth, fond smile that he was got around Steve. “Dustin and Max mostly. But El and Will have been known to do it once or twice.”

Steve blinked.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of people that care about you, Steven,” Percy said with a grin.

Steve nodded, blushing. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He looked at his watch and sighed. “How’s this,” he said, “why don’t you use that business card I gave you when you get home and David and me will come out to visit you for a few days?”

Steve lit up. “Yeah? You’d do that?”

Eddie grinned. Steve had just gotten his boyhood wish of having an uncle that cared and he could feel the joy and surprise radiating off his friend.

“I’d love to,” Percy said. “I would love to meet your family.”

Steve grinned. “You’ll love them.”

David smiled, too. “I’m sure we will.”

They got up and hugs were passed around everyone and they said their goodbyes.

“Goodbye Uncle Percy,” Steve said, his voice a little rough with emotion. “Bye, Uncle David. I’ll see you both soon.”

David looked happy and shocked at being called Uncle. Jasper’s daughter would never. But here was this nineteen year old boy whom his partner hadn’t spoken to in literal years being more caring and decent after a single afternoon with him, then Beatrice had her whole life.

So he did the only thing he could, he hugged Steve again, more fiercely this time. “Thank you.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure exactly why David was so grateful, but he understood enough.

As Steve and Eddie walked away, Percy and David watched them get into their car.

“How long do you think it’ll take before those boys realize they’re in love with each other?” David asked.

“I don’t know Eddie very well,” Percy said, thoughtfully, “but I imagine they’ll figure it out before we come visit Hawkins.”

David hummed. If he was a betting man, he would have said the end of the week.

But he just had to wait and see.

****

Pt 10|Pt 11|Pt 12

Tag List: @spectrum-spectre @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @artiststarme @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369 @pyrohonk @a-little-unsteddie @chaosgremlinmunson @chaoticlovingdreamer @messrs-weasley @goodolefashionedloverboi @maya-custodios-dionach @val-from-lawrence @i-must-potato @danili666 @carlyv @rozzieroos @emly03 @wonderland-girl143-blog @justforthedead89 @bookworm0690 @itsall-taken @bookbinderbitch @redfreckledwolf @vecnuthy @littlewildflowerkitten @scheodingers-muppet @mira-jadeamethyst @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @gutterflower77 @genderless-spoon @hel-spawn @ellietheasexylibrarian @anne-bennett-cosplayer @mamafaithful @yikes-a-bee @dragonmama76 @flaming-reauxster

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #minor character death #dealing with grief

198 notes · View notes

nerdygaymormon · 7 months

Text

Meeting with the Renlunds

I met with Elder Kevin Hamilton and he offered to walk me over to Elder Renlund's office for my next appointment as it would help me get through security more easily.

Elder Hamilton greeted the secretary and explained he found me wandering around and helped me find where I was going.😄 Then he said that we became friends when he did a stake conference in Florida and I have a standing invitation to visit every time I'm in Utah.

At that moment, Elder Renlund steps out of his office door and proclaims, "I trump that invitation. He gets to see ME when he's in town." 😁

It was a humorous way to be handed off from the one to the other.

—————————

Elder Renlund asked if I was in town for that conference in Provo (the Gather Conference)? Y'all, I was impressed that he knew about it! Great credit to the conference organizers!

—————————

I reminded the Renlunds that the last time I visited, they gave me a book they co-wrote. When I saw it was about the Melchizedek Priesthood, I was like "Go Ruth!" There's no reason a woman shouldn't write about the priesthood.

This time I brought them a gift, a copy of a book which contains a chapter I wrote.

Me: I'm a little nervous giving it to you because I wrote it from my viewpoint. I was very honest and that means not everything matches the Church's view. Some things about church are hard for me.

Dale: We will read this.

Me: Now I'm even more nervous!

Ruth: Don't be nervous. You shouldn't be nervous about telling the truth.

Dale: They're your thoughts and perspectives.

Ruth: Others have done the same, why not you?

Whew, I felt much better after that exchange.

I also shared that writing my chapter led me to realize I may have an eating disorder, and how that led to an official diagnosis and now I'm in therapy. I'm on a journey to better mental and physical health. They were genuinely interested in this development and kind in their support.

—————————

Elder Renlund mentioned that when he presides over a meeting and opens things up for questions, it's not unusual for LGBTQ topics to come up. As we spoke, the Pride flag got mentioned.

I shared a conversation I had with my friend who recently retired from a 20-year career with the U.S. military. My friend doesn't wear a US flag pin at church. He is there for religion, not patriotism. Anyone who wants to know if he is patriotic should look at his life. Plus, America does some things that aren't compatible with what Jesus taught. My friend wants to keep the two separate.

When it comes to the Pride flag, I feel a little different. No one questions whether Americans are welcome at church. We don't have a history of harsh teachings against Americans. We need to be intentional in signaling that we welcome LGBTQ+ people.

The Pride flag represents queer people and it goes where they go, which means it is there when people fight for Civil Rights or run their business, and however they live their life. This causes some to see the flag as representing things they don't like because some queer people make choices they don't agree with. I think when the average member displays the Pride flag, they are indicating that queer people are welcome and wanted, that they are a safe person to talk with. But for a leader, some will see his wearing the flag as endorsing all the things people associate with it.

Elder Renlund responded that it's like Black Lives Matter. Of course Black lives matter, but the political movement that grew up around that phrase can be seen by some as controversial, so if a leader displays a Black Lives Matter flag people may question or assume he supports all of it.

He went on to say that he appreciates my friend's position because when they lived in South Africa, a friend of his said, "We South Africans don't like Americans telling us what to do." What registered with Elder Renlund is if what his friend sees is an American, then he needs to change so what his friend sees is a disciple of Christ.

—————————

Elder Renlund asked what else is going on in my life and I shared that I'm now on the Affirmation Board of Directors. It's interesting because I don't seek to do things in the LDS/LGBTQ space, but the Lord provides opportunities and I accept them.

His response was, "You can help others and that's what I think God wants you to do."

—————————

They asked how my parents are doing and I mentioned my mom's calling in her ward.

"Your mom is the Primary chorister?" Elder Renlund shared that he is the chair of the committee putting together the new hymnal. "I think the war in heaven started over a new hymnal. Everybody has an opinion." 🤣

—————————

Ruth and I spoke about a person we're both related to. It's a man who was her uncle, and he was married to my grandma and they had 2 children together. He died in World War II and my grandma remarried and had 2 more children.

My grandmother was sealed to her first husband but spent the bulk of her life with her second husband. When my granddad passed away, he was also sealed to his wife, she is sealed to two husbands.

Elder Renlund said that in life there is an asymmetry, men can be sealed to multiple women but women are limited to being sealed to only one man. However in death, all are equal, everyone can be sealed to all those they were ever married to.

This means we don't have a clear understanding of what it's like in Heaven. Since all three of these people are sealed to each other, and they have promises made to them, no blessing will be denied to them. We don't know how that works, but we are convinced of the promises and see them afar off.

Elder Renlund went on to say those who have "LGBTQ issues" and try to be faithful are heroes and the Lord really will bless them.

I brought up that single people face the same questions about their situation as queer people.

His response was of all those who are single and members of the Church, the majority are not active. He doesn't think God is going to harshly judge them. But he thinks God holds real blessings in store for those who try to be faithful. I thought that was interesting, "try" is enough to qualify.

Elder Renlund says there will be a sorting and figuring out who is sealed to whom, but we don't believe anyone will be forced. All wounds will be healed and injustices made whole, and no blessings withheld from the righteous.

—————————

We had met for nearly an hour and needed to wrap up. Elder Renlund proposed, "Let's get a photo." Sister Renlund commented, "I just came from the hair dresser so this works out well." 😂

As we walked out of the office, Sister Renlund explained that he has to go practice his conference talk using the teleprompter so there isn't much wiggle room for extending our visit. She also joked that you'd think these men would have the use of the teleprompter mastered, but they have to practice before every General Conference. 😆

—————————

It was generous of them to take an hour out of their day to spend it in conversation with me

#dale g renlund #ruth l renlund #queerstake #tumblrstake #I was quite vulnerable with them

44 notes · View notes

theladycarpathia · 1 year

Text

“What are you?” Billy demands, finger already resting on the trigger. He’s glad that Max isn’t here, that he left her at the diner doing research. Because the man in their motel room has broken past the hex marks, the warding, every anti-demon trick that they ever learned from their parents or from Hopper. He’s sitting on Billy’s bed, flicking through Billy’s mom’s journal like he has the right, and the sight of her neat writing under his long fingers makes Billy’s blood boil with rage.

“Hey, I could be a hunter for all you know,” the man says easily. He looks completely normal, with soft brown hair falling into his dark brown eyes and brushing the top of his blue polo shirt. But Billy snorts - since he came back from Hell, he’s all too good at sensing when something isn’t quite human. And despite the pink tongue brushing that full bottom lip, the mismatched socks poking out from clean white sneakers, Billy knows that this thing isn’t human.

“You’re not,” Billy says in a low voice, aiming right for the center of its forehead. “You’re the thing that’s been following us since I got topside. The gas station, that motel in Utah, the car radio. So I’ll ask again - what the fuck are you?”

But the man looks up with a bright smile. “You knew that was me?” he asks, sounding genuinely pleased.

“It had to have been you,” Billy mutters, unwilling to admit the truth. Hell changed him so much, giving him extra edges, and sharpening the ones he already had. He feels the trickle of cold down his neck at every demon that walks by, the bile that rises in his throat in the presence of a witch. And since he rose, there’s always been something following him that makes him feel…

Billy swallows. He doesn’t want to react to this creature.

“I’m only asking once more,” he spits, taking a step to the side to get a better shot. “What are you?”

“Steven,” the thing answers, and carefully closes the journal. “You can call me Steven.”

Billy pauses. Right. Not exactly the name of a monster that he was expecting.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he says, but Steven doesn’t seem to care. He places the journal back where he’d found it, tucked inside Billy’s duffel, and rises from the bed.

“Your mother was a gifted hunter,” Steven muses, eyes flicking around the motel room like he’s in a museum staring at a particularly interesting exhibit. Billy’s leather jacket, the badly hidden porn mags (he still has to share a room with Max after all, it’s not like they have the funds for two rooms,) the packet of nicotine patches. “You take after her.”

“What the fuck do you know about my mother?” Billy says, stunned. He hasn’t seen his mother since he was seven, the day she walked out. It turns out that between her father and the demons, the demons were the monsters that she could take. He’s been hunting with Max for five years now, ever since she was old enough to, and they’ve never once caught a break. Abigail Hargrove seemingly vanished off the face of the Earth.

“She’s not dead, if that’s what you mean,” Steven says, looking away from Billy’s Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Billy’s breath catches in his throat.

“What?” he breathes. He’s spent so long….in every town they visit, in every state, he hunts in the local directory searching for her name. It occurred to him long ago that maybe she changed it, wanting to be sure that Neil couldn’t find her. But it was also ensuring that her son couldn’t find her. And that hurt.

“Oh, she’s alive,” Steven says easily. “And hiding. Your father wasn’t the only reason she had to leave. There’s a powerful demon out there…I believe you’ve met the Yellow Eyed demon already?”

“Vecna,” Billy says, mouth sour with every syllable. That fucker had already toyed with him, and especially with Max when he’d been gone. Vecna had invaded her every nightmare, and even her waking moments, taunting her with the idea that it was her fault that Billy was dead, that she could have done more.

It was all lies. Billy would have died to save Max a thousand times over. Even if he’d ended up spending a thousand years in hell, Max is all the family he has.

Or so he thought.

“Yes,” Steven agrees darkly. “I’m afraid that he has plans for you and Maxine…and your mother.”

“Can we find her?” Billy asks desperately. He barely remembers her but he still dreams of the floral perfume he used to wear, her favorite sunhat dangling from her fingers, how she’d sing the Beach Boys around the house. But then she was gone and the singing stopped.

He loves her. He misses her. He hates her. He wants to know more than anything why she’d left him behind.

But maybe she didn’t have any choice.

“We can,” Steven says firmly. “We have to. Vecna wants to open the gates to Hell into this world and we don’t have a lot of time to stop him.”

“And we’re the ideal candidates for world saving?” Billy snorts, glad for a reason to pull his eyes away from Steven’s. It’s probably just a meat suit and if so, Billy has no right to be admiring the thick lashes of some possessed bastard. “Hate to tell you this but you’ve got the wrong people. I just got back from Hell and Max is all sorts of fucked up about it. We’re your regular salt and burn hunters, okay? We’re not heroes.”

“I disagree,” Steven says, tilting his head like he can’t quite work Billy out. “No matter what you think, you are worth it. And the only hope the Earth has is you and Maxine. That is why I pulled you from Hell.”

Billy blinks and then suddenly, Steven is standing right in front of him, having cleared the whole room in less than a second. Billy swallows. Fuck. This thing is so, so powerful. They’d thought as much, from what Murray had told them…but shit.

“You did…what?” Billy croaks. They’d always wondered what the fuck had pulled him from Hell. Honestly, he’d half expected Max or someone to have pulled some shit to get him out. A crossroads demon, or Yellow Eyes perhaps. He didn’t know anything else was capable of breaching Hell, all to rescue one human.

He raises the gun - the one that he’d forgotten about in all this and had let fall to his side - and aims it once more at the thing’s chest.

“I’m going to ask once more, Stevie,” he says, in the calmest voice he can manage, even though every inch of him is trembling in fear. “What are you?”

The room almost closes in, like every piece of oxygen has been sucked out of it. Or maybe it doesn’t get smaller, maybe the creature in front of him gets bigger. The lights flicker furiously overhead and the shitty TV crackles and then explodes. Billy shields his face from the sparks, cursing internally. Shit. They’ll have to leave before they get charged for that.

When he looks back at Steve, he doesn’t know if this is the most frightening or most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The deep brown eyes are now glowing with an other-worldly blue, the same color light that ripples under his skin.

“I don't really have time for your bullshit now, William Hargrove,” Steven says, stepping so close to Billy that he can feel the sparks off his skin. There are large shadows unfurling and spreading across the wall behind him, visible in the flickering lights. For a moment, Billy can’t make out what they are but when he does, it upends everything he thought he knew about the world and the monsters in it. They’re wings.

“I’m an angel of the Lord,” Steve says somberly. “And we have work for you.”

151 notes · View notes

poindexters-labratory · 5 months

Note

Could I please have your Elizabeth head cannons? :>

Of course!!

Elizabeth Afton Headcanons/Storyline:

Wild Cat

born March 22, 1974, in Washington County, Utah to William and Claire-Marie Afton

Left the United States with her mother in May of '77, when she just turned three to live in London

Was private schooled, lived a pretty privileged life, albeit lonely, her mother, stepfather, and grandparents leading very busy lives

Before the Storm

In 1980 (six years old), her mother and William arranged for her to spend the summer holiday in Utah, where she would be preoccupied with her brothers and father

Utah was certainly... different, and so was living with a bunch of boys

She wasn't really expected to keep her clothes clean, be dainty, or proper, in fact she would practically wear whatever she wanted, within reason

Michael seemed to favor her over Evan

Another change she wasn't prepared for was William's complete disregard to get her whatever she would like, a few things yes, but not everything she "absolutely needed to have"

A teensy bit spoiled by her well-off family in London

And for the next two years, Elizabeth would and spend her summer holiday with her family across the Atlantic

That was until Evan went away, April 1983.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Elizabeth was nine when Evan died, and the concept that her brother left and was never coming back didn't make any sense, but she wasn't going to pester her dad about it. He already seemed very upset Evan was gone

The funeral was nice though, she got to see Charlie again and there was food

The summer came and she went to her father's house. Everything had changed again. Michael was gone, graduated and, by her father's words "ran away from his problems". And her dad was different too, he didn't smile much anymore, but he always had a smile for her

Michael would come by sometimes during that summer, now having piercings, tattoos, living in Los Angeles, much to her father's dismay

The visits would always end sour, but Mike would always tell her to keep her dad's spirits up, things would get better, just make him happy

Her mom told Elizabeth that Charlie wasn't going to be around anymore, October 1983

Next summer she went to Hurricane, and her father and Henry were working together to make new characters, one William told her was just for her, like Foxy was for Michael

Circus Baby was so pretty and just for her, but her father and Henry wouldn't let her anywhere near it

She couldn't think of any reason why

They told her not to go to Circus Baby

Elizabeth was never very good at listening to her dad, Michael set that example pretty well. William was never serious about anything.

This is just exploring Elizabeth's character when she's alive, but if you'd like Baby's character headcanons, I'd be happy to give those :3

Fun Facts!!

Elizabeth is not William's biological daughter

She insists on dressing herself, which usually lead to some interesting fashion choices

Her nicknames include: Liz, Lizzie, Sweets (William calls all his kids that though), and Monster Truck

Elizabeth was very set on being a rodeo clown after seeing one for the first time

She's a screaming tantrum thrower

Absolutely takes after her brothers in making William's life a living hell when out on the town, i.e. telling strangers William kidnapped her or she's dying of some illness or another

Favorite animatronic: her father's rabbit

#fnaf #fnaf hurricane #elizabeth afton #william afton #michael afton #mentions of death #ask answered

18 notes · View notes

lillylvjy · 5 months

Text

Favorite dsmp headcannon?

That Kristin is the sleepy bois mom and Phil’s wife and she’s the goddess of death so basically everytime they died, they saw her. But with Wilbur’s limbo, she put him there for a reason because she knew he wasn’t done yet. So limbo he went, and finally when he left for “Utah”, she finally decided to take him into her arms. Now Tom! She did want to keep him, end his suffering from dream and everything around him, but she knew he also had some things to do still so she let him go until next time-

Rarely saw techno and when she did, it was on her visits. Always knew he was strong but missed her boys dearly. Now Phil, sees Phil all the time because I feel like Phil has his ways of seeing her that he doesn’t tell the boys bc….. risky! But- yeah!

Also love the hc of Tom having horns and a devils tail when he was revived.

#I added my own….#well expanded I should say #lilly stfu

10 notes · View notes

mormon-character-tournament · 8 months

Text

Semi Finals!!

After Kronk's hasty departure, all you lovely followers voted to bring Joshua back into the game!

Character info under the cut

Joshua Graham (Canon) Joshua Graham, “The Burned Man,” appears as an NPC in the Honest Hearts DLC for Fallout: New Vegas. (said DLC is likely riddled with problems related to Native American representation) But Graham is a popular character, he is a legendary figure in the history of the Mormons, the Legion, and tribes of former northwestern United States. Born in New Canaan, Graham experienced both the lofty heights of power and the depths of despair, first as the military commander of the Legion under Edward Sallow, then as the fallen Burned Man and a prodigal son. His stubborn refusal to die after being cast into the Grand Canyon elevated him to mythical status, striking fear into the hearts of superstitious legionaries and members of tribes of Utah and neighboring states. He also said the following quotes: “I survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the fire around me.” “ I have been baptized twice, once in water, once in flame. I will carry the fire of the holy spirit inside until I stand before my Lord for judgment.” Born and raised in New Canaan, a Mormon settlement in post-apocalypse Ogden, Utah. He served as a missionary to the Blackfoot tribe, co-founded a fascist replica of Rome, then realized the error of his ways after being set on fire and thrown off the Hoover Dam. He returned to New Canaan, found acceptance, rekindled his faith, and now seeks redemption and revenge against the legion he founded.

Lilo Pelekai (Headcanon) Since Lilo Pelekai’s parents died in a car crash, she’s been living under custody of her older sister Nani. She’s lonely and emotional and nothing seems to go her way, until she meets a mysterious, behaviorally-challenged ‘dog’ that isn’t all that he seems. Maybe this is kind of a stretch, but there’s a strong Mormon presence in like, Polynesia, Samoa, etc, and so it stands to reason there’d be a good amount of church members in Hawai’i. There was definitely a big, friendly ward when I got to visit Kaua’i! It also strikes me how strong Lilo and Nani’s conception of family is, ‘Ohana,’ and we know that’s a big tenet of our religion is eternal families. I imagine the issue of race in the church would make things a little rocky, for them, and being Mormon would definitely create an in for that stupid redhead girl to bully her. I imagine Nani would’ve gone a bit inactive in her teen years and then gravitated back to church with the death of her parents. Maybe I just like to think they have hope of seeing their parents again, y’know?

#mormon tournament #poll #canon #headcanon #Joshua Graham #Lilo Pelekai

19 notes · View notes

colourfulgreyscales · 10 months

Text

The Forest From the Trees

So finally here is the fic that I had in my mind for a while, product of both as a homage of my two favourite actors and my frustration of a truncated queer character. And what better than an actual queer cowboy played by my other favourite actor, who also happens to be named with a variation of Silas' name, to give Silas the true expression of his queerness as he deserves. Remember also that this is an Alternate Universe fanfiction. The characters are not mine. And there might be aspects and characters of both Slow West and A Strange Way of Life, but not so many that deviates from the fic. Also another reminder: Silva is a surname and as far as I know, Almodovar didn't put a first name to him, which, in my alternate universe, gives me an opportunity to give him a name also related to Silas: Saul. One of the reasons is revealed as you read this first chapter. More answers will come if you send me the questions. I plan to send a new chapter of the fic every weekend.

Happy reading.

Two lone wolf gunslingers, Silas Selleck and Saul Silva, get united for a mission, only to realize that the mission will give them a lot more than they were bargaining for...

A/N Alcohol Use, Violence, Possible smut (If I am pleased with the scene).

Pairing: Silas Selleck/ Silva (called here Saul Silva for the purposes of the fic)

Chapter 1: Naming Names

Lord Northrup hair sat at the desk at his luxurious living room with red walls, several paintings and heads of animals hanging, watched by a pair of brown eyes and another pair of pair blue-green eyes. “The reason the bounty is the piece of art, is because it is rumoured to be stolen by a network of undesirables.” Lord Northrup quipped. “There has been a lot of robberies like that around here.” The blue-eyed man, spoke with his Irish accent. “But why did you pick a lone wolf like me to go with someone else?” “Two lone wolves.” The brown-eyed man interjected. “You are two of the most feared gunslingers around here. I understand you both usually work alone, but for a piece of art work that was stolen the way it was, the force of you both combined will be good to take it back. I understand this is not the usual way you both work, but this is the most priced art in my collection. I also know you both know how to deal with bands of desperados.” Lord Northrup replied. “How do you suggest we divide the bounty?” The Irishman asked “We will discuss that as soon as you both complete the mission. Until then, you shall have each other to rely on. Unless one of you decides against taking the job."

The two gunslingers in front of Lord Northrup looked at each other, and they nodded in complicity.

“I’ll take it.” The Irishman said. “So will I,” the other gunslinger added. “Very well.” Lord Northrup nodded. “I shall send you both on your way.” The gunslingers shook Lord Northrup’s hand and put their heads on. Minutes later, the two men walked to the barn with one of Lord Northrup’s pageboys in order to get the horses. “Do you have any idea about where to start?” The brown-eyed gunslinger asked to his colleague. “I have some ideas. The bands of desperados that like that kind of art tend to go out west to the California territory.” “Hopefully you know this part quite well.” “Don’t you?” The Irishman looked at his colleague with some irritation.

“I am from the New Mexico Territory. I’ve not visited often this part of the Utah territory.” “I take you are better with the desert than with the forest.” “I used to be good with the forest when I was younger. But I have been only back in this business for a year and I have been mainly worked in the New Mexico area until now.” Both gunslingers stopped at the door of the barn as the pageboy announced that he was going to take their horses back to them. “By the way.” The brown-eyed gunslinger said looking at the Irishman, “I don’t think Lord Northrup introduced our names. I am Saul Silva.” Silva extended his hand. “Silas Selleck.” The Irishman extended it back, surprised at how easily he said his own name to a stranger when he was usually guarded. Silva looked at Selleck as if there was something about his name that he either knew or was fascinated by, which made Selleck feel slightly annoyed, but not enough to anticipate any ill will towards his fellow gunslinger. Both men shook their hands. The pageboy gave each their horse and as they got on their animals, Silva told Selleck: “You lead the way.”

“You didn’t strike me as someone good at following,” Selleck quipped. “I don’t think I have much of a choice.” The two gunslingers parted from the nobleman’s house. Selleck and Silva rode for a few hours well into the forest until they saw a river. The men got off their horses and took them to the shore so they could drink water. They squatted to do the same. “Do you believe in destiny?” Silva started talking as he and Selleck stood back up. “I believe life is about surviving. Everything about life is random. Why?” “There’s more to life than surviving, you know.” “Someone from my past told me that once.” Selleck caressed his own horse. “What's with this destiny talk?” “Do you know what your name and my surname have in common?” “The first three letters. And an A afterwards. I know how to spell.” Selleck looked at Silva with annoyance. “Easy, Selleck. I am not an Englishman like Lord Northrup.” Silva chuckled. “There's something else my last name and your first have in common. A meaning: Both have the root in the name Sylvanus. The God of the Forest.” “Sylvanus is also a variation from Silas in the Bible.” Selleck observed. Silva smirked at Selleck, not out of hostility, but out of intrigue.

“What?” Silas frowned. “I took you for a brute, but you know some things.” “Catholicism is everywhere in Ireland. I had to see that in the Bible. Silas was a companion of Saint Paul, by the way.” “And ironically enough, the original name of Saint Paul was Saul. My first name.” Silva said with a smug expression. “Are we gonna start to be Christian preachers now?” Silas asked with irritation. Silva laughed. “Well, if things get difficult with the desperados, we will send them to heaven. But with bullets instead of gospels and epistles.”

At least he makes fun of religion.

#au fanfiction #alternate universe #silas and silva #silas #silva #silas selleck #saul silva #slow west #a strange way of life #pedro pascal characters #michael fassbender characters #gay cowboy #pedro pascal #michael fassbender #canon divergence #queer fanfiction #the forest from the trees

8 notes · View notes

breakerwhiskey · 5 months

Text

097 - NINETY-SEVEN

Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen. If you'd like to support the show, please visit patreon.com/breakerwhiskey.

Transcript under the cut. For more episodes, click here.

[click, static]

I’m on my way to Salt Lake City, land of the Mormons. I have no idea what to expect from a city built by people who don’t drink or smoke or, god, even have caffeine. Maybe it’ll be just the same as every other city in America - half of the ones back East were founded by Puritans and teetotalers.

I never had much use for religion. I remember my parents bringing me to church sometimes when I was a kid, but they weren’t that devout themselves so it never really sunk in.

And no, my weeks on the road have not changed my mind about God. Not even that weird encounter in Colorado. Whether it was a trick of the light or a hallucination I was having…

[click, static]

Who am I kidding. Trick of the light? It wasn’t a trick of the light. And I’ve never hallucinated in my entire goddamn life, I can’t imagine that all this driving has had such an impact on me that I’ve suddenly started now.

I’ve mostly been trying not to think about it. A ghost, a spirit, some kind of angel or demon…whatever it was, I haven’t seen anything like it since and I’m—

Even if it was a ghost, just because I believe in the afterlife doesn’t mean I believe in gods. And I’m not sure that’s what it was! I’m not sure I do believe in the afterlife! Maybe it was just…

[click, static]

Maybe I should pick up some Mormon writing in Utah, see if they have anything to say about it.

I have always wondered about the multiple wives thing. How does that work exactly? Even if all the women really were happy with the situation—which I’m not saying is impossible, it just seems like a system where maybe they don’t get that much say either way—I can’t really fit the puzzle pieces together in my head. Is it easier if you all have one relationship within the larger…structure, or does everyone have relationships with everyone? I mean, I lived in New York for years and hung out in the art scene, I knew people who had both kinds of situations, and it never made sense to me in those cases either. Not to say it didn’t work for the people I knew, I’m just not sure it’d work for me.

With the benefit of hindsight and plenty of time to reflect over the last few years, I’ve come to recognize that I…fixate. It hasn’t happened very often in my life, but when I lo—when I like someone, really like someone, I get a little bit of tunnel vision about them, whether I realize or not. And if I ever got that person, I don’t think I’d be selfless enough to share.

Maybe that’s unhealthy, I don’t know. It certainly hasn’t helped me have good romantic relationships. I think one of the reasons I never was really able to commit to Martha is because by that point I was already crazy—

[click, static]

It wasn’t fair to Martha. The way I was I just wish I’d figured it out at the time, either to tell Martha the truth, make her understand it was never about her or to, ideally, give myself a smack upside the head and get over whatever feelings my heart decided to develop without my consent. If I’d known what I felt back then—really felt—I would’ve done everything in my power to make sure I stopped feeling that way.

[click, static]

What about you, Birdie? Did you leave a partner behind? If the world were suddenly full of people, is that something you’d want?

I guess I can ask you about it on Thursday. Whiskey out.

[click, static]

#breaker whiskey #audio drama #episode #transcript #Spotify

3 notes · View notes

rajingdragon · 2 years

Text

Tf2 x the Isle crossover art (don’t ask)

With Twitter in a weird place atm I wanted to salvage the last bits of my tf2 x the Isle crossover phase from a few years ago and share it with the world. It all started when someone made a spy troodon edit and I decided to make the rest of the team as well (please don’t judge my picks too hard, some of these were picked purely for aesthetic reasons). Also these were made pre evrima release, so all the creatures are described in a legacy context, except for the specifically evrima playables.

Scout utah

A pretty obvious choice. Both annoying, fast and agile. The way I edited the neck still bugs me to this day.

Pyro dilo

Dilos in the Isle were intended as night hunters, their superior night vision gaining them an edge over other playables. Hearing a dilo call in the distance would send a slight shiver down your spine, which I felt matched pyro’s personality and intent quite well.

Sniper hypsi

One of my first edits and I feel a pretty obvious choice, too. Hypsi is (at least as of now) the only creature with a ranged attack. Coupled with its jumping and tree climbing capabilities, allowing it to stay out of reach of most predators, made it the perfect fit for sniper.

Heavy shant

They’re both tanks, what else do you want me to say. (Plus, I could make a blue plant referrence)

Demoman teno

I don’t actually have a specific reason for this pick, it just felt right, you know? Probably one of my favorite edits!

Medic carno

Why carno? Heck should I know! It was a choice between carno and maya, but I think I picked carno because 1- both characters run a lot and 2- I felt a carni was the appropriate choice for medic instead of a herbi because of medic’s grin and general energy. (I also had a version of this edit with little spectacles, but unfortunately it has been long since deleted)

Soldier allo

I got nothing for this one. I think it’s because soldier is kinda the default/starting merc and allo is very basic, but like??? I’d love to hear better suggestions. (look at his crappy little drawn on helmet!)

Engineer dryo

Again, a choice between maya and dryo, but public vote decided on dryo. I think it’s also the only legacy playable that can build a structure other than a nest, so kinda fitting.

Aaaand to top it all off, here’s the whole gang in drawing form! It was heavily referenced off the og poster and was (very lightly) traced with stick figures to get the proportions and poses down because I sucked at human anatomy (still do)

Tbh I’m still kinda really proud of these and I hope to re-visit it someday.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress fanart #the isle #dinosaur

34 notes · View notes

alliluyevas · 1 year

Note

Hi! This might be a little weird but I’m headed to salt lake city in a couple of days bc we have family who temporarily moved out there and we’re spending the holidays with them. I was wondering if you knew any cool sites or anything, bein’ interested in the history that you are?

not weird at all! happy to help! i am planning to visit salt lake city in april with some friends actually so i had already compiled a list of historical sites that i sent to them. here's some of my ideas and commentary:

You are obviously going to want to visit Temple Square. This is sort of the centerpiece of Salt Lake City that everything is built around (the Temple wasn't completed until the 1890s but they broke ground on it pretty much right away and most of the original construction of important buildings was adjacent to that lot, plus 19th century housing sort of radiated out from there. You won't be able to get into the temple at all right now because they're renovating, and if you're not a temple recommend holding Mormon they wouldn't let you in anyway, but it's definitely worth walking around and looking at the architecture anyway, plus a lot of other monuments/sights are right there.

Overview of the stuff in and around Temple Square:

I would also def recommend you check out the Beehive House and the Lion House, Brigham Young's residences off of Temple Square.

The Beehive House was the “official” residence and it is open to the public for tours. The Lion House is a larger building where most of Brigham Young’s wives and children lived (kind of dormitory style). You cannot tour the Lion House but for some reason there is a cafeteria in it now that you can visit. Plus, again, you can check out the outside!

The Tabernacle was built in 1867! If you go there at noon on a Monday-Saturday or 2 pm on a Sunday, you can hear an organ recital. There might also specifically be Christmas-centric music offerings if you're going at this time of the year. The Tabernacle Choir is very very good and there is a great tradition of choral music performance in Mormonism.

Church History Museum. (This is going to be sort of a mix of actual historical artifacts and religious propaganda. I personally find the religious propaganda aspects sociologically interesting and that's part of why I want to go, but YMMV)

Daughters of Utah Pioneers Pioneer Memorial Museum. Lots of cool niche artifacts! And it's not church-run so it'll be a somewhat different take on Utah history.

The rest of this stuff is NOT in the Temple Square vicinity but I think would also be very cool:

There are a lot of historical homes here and sort of a living-history/reenactment focus. (Mormon colonial Williamsburg? LOL). I definitely plan to go here when I visit!

Here's a list of all the replicated or relocated 19th century buildings they have there!

Chase Home Museum of Utah Folk Arts!

Hope you enjoy and I would love a report back on anything you end up seeing as my friends and I are planning our own trip!

#the heritage park is so interesting bc most of the buildings are associated w families ive read about! so it's cool to be like.#i read about the family that lived in this building. and that one. and that one.

13 notes · View notes

riahlynn101 · 1 year

Text

"Of Heartaches and Headaches" (12).

Special thanks to Halogenrobtics (Or Yeagle on AO3) for helping me figure out some crucial plot points, as well as editing my writing!

Chapter Twelve

“Welcome to Salt Lake City News at 10 and thank you for joining us. For those just tuning in, we’ve been covering the disappearance of a child from the Little Friends Daycare center in Sunnyvale, Utah. For more on the story, we go to-”

Click.

A man looks blankly at the (now) dark TV screen in front of him. Tears run down his cheeks, and he chokes on his sobs. He’d recorded that broadcast a year ago. Nothing had come of it. Just a few thoughts and prayers on Facebook that amounted to absolutely nothing.

He is.... alone.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa mutters to herself, filling out an incident report. A wily kid got it into their tiny, underdeveloped brain to climb the statue of Freddy. They fell, but thankfully they hadn’t gotten very far up before their grip slipped. Unfortunately, the kid still wound up with a concussion and Vanessa had gotten an earful from their mother.

Incident reports are the least fun part of her job. They take way too much time, and they’re just thrown away within the week.

She scribbles down the necessary information. Pushing down with much more pressure than required.

Her pencil-her last pencil-snaps.

“Agh!” She shouts, frustration creeping in.

Behind her the door to one of the many security offices slowly creaked open.

Vanessa swivels towards the door. “Hello,” she calls out. “Anyone there?”

No one answers her.

She shivers, some primal part of her brain telling her to shut and lock the door. Goosebumps form on her skin.

“Hello!?”

Again, no one responds. Even the annoyingly catchy pop songs that play on repeat over the loudspeakers have stopped playing.

Reluctantly, Vanessa stands up.

Slowly, inch by inch, she creeps towards the door. Her only weapon is a clipboard, which she raises above her head. With each passing second, her anticipation grows.

The door creeps open….

“Vanessa, hi- what are you doing!?” Her manager, thankfully one of the better ones, looks between Vanessa and the clipboard. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.”

Vanessa drops her arms. “Sorry, Muriel…I…. think I might have that bug that’s been going around.”

“Oh, no, that sucks. Well, no sense in keeping you when you don’t feel good. Take the rest of the day off.”

“Are you-”

Muriel shakes her head. “Don’t worry about us. The pizza plex will remain standing while you’re gone. Just promise to get some rest, alright?”

Mutely, Vanessa nods.

-x-x-x-

The library in Hurricane is the least visited place in Hurricane. It sits on the edge of town. Some say it was built long before the town was established. Others tell of the many horrors that occurred within its walls; of ghosts that appear and disappear right before patrons’ eyes. Not that that makes much sense, but it doesn’t stop elementary schoolers with overactive imaginations from circulating the same rumors Luis heard way back when he was in school.

He unbuckles Gregory from his car seat. “This shouldn’t take more than five minutes,” Luis tells him.

The inside smells the exact same as he last remembers it, like an old house that has been left to sit for decades on end - mildewy. The shelves are covered in a layer of dust, and only the librarian who looks up at them from her desk tells Luis that the library hasn’t been abandoned yet.

If he remembers right, the library had a kiddy corner. Somewhere the adults could drop their children off with kid-friendly material to keep them entertained. His abuela used to take him here all the time as a kid, because the only other form of family-fun entertainment came in the form of Faz-Ent. (And his abuela and extended family could come up with a whole host of reasons why stepping foot in that place was inviting trouble.)

He found the corner and set Gregory down. “I’ll be right over there,” he told him, pointing to the display machine on the other side of the library. “Just have to research a couple things, and then we can go get ice cream. How’s that sound?”

Gregory gave him a thumbs up.

“Cool.” Luis ruffles his hair. “Thanks, bud.”

It turned out using the newspaper display machine is a lot harder than his abuela made it look. After fiddling with it for a few minutes more, he did the walk of shame up to the librarian’s desk.

“Excuse me, miss,” he started, “can you please help me with the newspaper machine?”

“The microform machine has been out of commission for the last decade.”

“Oh,” Luis says, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “I apologize for bothering you.”

The librarian sighed. “Lucky for you, I happen to keep a record of all major in-town events dating back since the early 1900s.” She looked at him over her glasses. “At least I hope you’re looking for a major event, otherwise you might be out of luck.”

“Yes…I mean yes, I’m fairly certain what I’m looking for would constitute a major event.”

Ten minutes later, Luis found himself at a table surrounded by newspapers, some older than he himself and others only months old. From here, he could see and hear Gregory- who was having the time of his life, eyes widening with every picture book.

He smiles, sorting through all the dates.

Hurricane Elementary Millage Passes: What Does This Mean for the Future of Our Children?

(September 17th, 2019).

Local Hurricane Resident Wins the Jackpot!

(November 1st, 2021).

Grand Opening of a Brand-New Restaurant!

(January 4th, 2020).

His smile drops, reading the next headline.

Local Woman Found Dead!

(December 17th, 2019).

…and the next….

New Killer On the Prowl?

(December 30th, 2019).

….and the next…

Two More Local Children Go Missing.

(February 10th, 2020).

Behavioral Therapists Advised Not to Practice in Hurricane!

(March 4th, 2020).

Is This the Work Of the Same Killer From the 80s?

(April 6th, 2020).

Luis eyes a different pile, one that looks older. Pulling the pile over to him, he sets the papers out in front of him.

Grand Opening! Fredbear’s Family Diner: Come One, Come All!

(May 4th, 1979).

He feels his stomach drop upon seeing the next few headlines.

Local Girl, Three, is Still Missing!

(November 3rd, 1980).

Boy, 8, Nearly Dies After Tragic Accident at Fredbear’s Family Diner.

(October 6th, 1983).

Five Children Missing!

(June 27th, 1984).

He recognized his uncle’s smiling face on the latter newspaper’s front page. Shaking his head to rid himself of any oncoming negative thoughts, Luis turned in his seat to look at the librarian.

“Miss, is it alright if I check all these out? I need to feed my son dinner, and-”

“Sure thing. Just make sure to bring them back in one piece….or else.”

He chuckled nervously. “Of…of course.”

Once Gregory and the boxes of newspapers had been secured in the backseat, Luis slid into the driver’s seat. He sighed, trying to put the headlines out of his mind.

He promised himself he wouldn’t bring up the past. That this was all water under the bridge for them.

“Ice cream…?” Gregory asks, eyeing the colorful pages of the book Luis checked out for him.

Luis hums, straightening up. “Yeah, of course, bud. Do you want-”

His phone buzzes in the cupholder. “Hold that thought.” He pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

“Luis, hi! I got sent home-”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I was wondering if I could come over for a little bit? I haven’t seen Gregory all day, and….” Vanessa trails off.

“No, yeah, that’s fine. I’m picking up some ice cream, and then I’ll be right there.”

They mutter a series of goodbyes before finally hanging up. He looked back at Gregory. “Hey, guess what?”

Gregory looks up from his book.

“‘Ness is going to meet us back at the house earlier than expected.”

He bounces in his seat, eyes lighting up. “Yay!”

“But first we have to get ice cream.” He turns back around, buckling his seatbelt. “How does ice cream sundaes sound?”

#fnaf luis #fnaf vanessa #toddler gregory #fnaf au #cross posted on ao3 #fnaf fanfic

2 notes · View notes

shirks-all-responsibilities · 2 years

Text

Tag Game!

Thanks @imtryingmybeskar and @heythere-mel for the tags! (Mel I admire you from afar bby, I was like, did they mean to tag lil old me?!).

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better. Relationship status: Single for almost a decade now, settling into the idea of probably many more decades to come um does my thirsty lengthy screaming at all the smut and romance and feels here make more sense now 😆.

Favorite color: Red! I love the warmth and energy of all shades of red, especially paired with gold. Red makes me happeee! ❤️

Favorite food: Cheese. In mourning now that I've gone dairy and gluten free for health reasons. 😭

Song stuck in my head: "Hotel Mona Lisa" by Celer + Forest Management (I am an ambient repeated-chord whore).

Last thing I googled: "Pedro Pascal exclusive" in Google images search. Soooo my mom finally learned about how much I luff this man and his work but watched two random videos of him and tells me "his nose is too big." (excuse me??????? hello gorgeous aquiline profile!) I have made it my mission to flood her with copious curated pics and videos to bring her to the dark side…😈.

Time: 6:45pm Mountain Daylight Time!

Dream trip: Remote British Columbia, Canada. Before the pandemic I took a solo trip to BC every year from 2016 onward and it's my favorite place on earth…I miss it so much! Utah/Colorado mountains are pretty epic, but NOTHING compared to BC! My dream would be to visit the more remote areas, the deep backcountry, fjords, Haida Gwaii, remote First Nations museums…but on two conditions!!! That I be granted a magical spell to go hiking by myself with no risk of bears or cougars making a tasty meal out of me 🐻, aaaaaand that mother nature refrains from dropping the catastrophic earthquake that is due to hit the PNW at any time. 🌊 I also really want to visit the Maritime provinces, Cape St. Mary's…basically I think Canada is hugely underrated!

Something I want: To learn everrrrrything there is to know about the cognitive science of human anomalous experiences and magico-religious beliefs in the supernatural, the superempirical, the mystical…I'm a fkn nerd. As a substitute, I would happily take @imtryingmybeskar's answer 😎.

No pressure tags (I think most have already been tagged, but shall tag anyways just for fun and I am a fan of yer presence/content here okthxbye): @skyshipper, @magpie-to-the-morning, @galactic-basic, @iamskyereads, @blueeyesatnight, @doin-stuff, @pedropascalsx, @fuckyeahdindjarin, @whataperfectwasteoftime.

^^me pondering my answers and who to tag

#i am incapable #of answering succinctly #tag game #yet half the tags don't work sigh #ask game #personal

10 notes · View notes

angry-roomba-army · 1 year

Note

Hey, the FFIFAU seems pretty neat :) I like it a lot

Feel free to use this ask to ramble about it if you want

You have NO IDEA how long I've wanted to talk about ffifau but just didn't get around to it. I'm gonna put it all under readmore because it got kinda long

Okay! So basically what ffifau is supposed to be is a au where instead of murdering children William just goes to therapy, the tone of the au is supposed to be kind of like a sitcom-saturday-morning-cartoon-slice-of-life-esque kind of thing! Very light-hearted!

The basic timeline I have for the au right now is William moves from Australia to Britain for college → he gets two part time jobs one as a car mechanic and another one as a waiter in a cafe → he meets Henry when he (Henry) goes to the cafe and screws up his order really badly cause he (Henry) got nervous (he was having really a bad day) and then they find out that they were both assigned the same dorm room → they move out of the dorms and get an apartment together → William meets Rosemary (future Mrs. Afton) when she got ditched by her friends in a grocery store parking lot cause she rolled a bad blunt and William falls head over heels for her → they start dating → they all move to Utah together → the afton kids are born and William and Rosemary's relationship is a little strained because they can't really agree on anything (their both really stubborn) → William gets springlocked while Rosemary's visiting family in Britain (it was a funeral) so the afton kids stay with Henry for a while → William and Rosemary agree for the sake of their relationship they should live separately (they have shared custody of the kids) so now their basically divorced on everything but paper because they've been procrastinating that like their basically just friends who are also married now their not romantically involved → few years pass and now we're in present day

The crying child's name is Evan Caleb Ceceil Afton but his family just calls him Ceece/Ceecey. When the nurse asked Rosemary what Evans name would be Rosemary misspelt 'Ceceil' so it's like that forever now. Evan is a very quiet child that likes his alone time very much, he's like Henry in this way. He doesn't cause trouble but he ain't a snitch either. He always looks like he knows more than he lets on. He spends most of his time writing and playing.

Rosemary's full name is Rosemary Saffron Echo Schmidt, she picked it out herself because she wanted to piss her family off/wanted to feel less connected to them (her parents are really controlling and her brothers are jerks). The reason it's so long is because she couldn't pick just one name.

Rosemary married William because she realized that if she did she could get away from her family for good and it would promise a better life for her, also her dad never liked William so it was kind of like pointing a giant final middle finger at him. She did genuinely have feelings for him btw.

William and Rosemary alternate weeks with the kids

Everyone in the Afton and Emily family is homo btw it's like a giant fruit basket

Because of the springlock accident William has no right arm or leg they've been replaced by prosthetics that Henry made for him. Also he uses a cane. And he grows out his hair. And he lives with Henry now (it makes him feel better knowing there's someone else in the house in case anything goes wrong). He is an orphan that was raised by his grandparents, they wanted him to get a business degree and make a load of money, he wanted to study music. He ended up minoring in music theory out of spite. His grandparents don't hate him but his mom died in childbirth so their relationship is a little.... ehh. He has a younger half brother named Christopher.

Charley is adopted cause Henry gets no bitches lol. Also Sammy doesn't exist because I never read the books and I literally don't know anything about him. Charley ate him in the womb I guess and now their name is Charley Samuel Emily. Charley had their name changed after they came out as non binary, and the reason it's spelt like that is because the plant from ace attorney is named Charley and I liked that spelling of the name, that's also why I've decided that they will become an attorney when they grow up.

Mike doesn't bully his brother in this au because he actually got some sort of parental love and attention so hes like. not mean to people who don't deserve it. He thinks that he's the most normal person in the family but he's not. He loves drawing and will go to the backyard and draw animals all day, so uhh he's not the best at drawing people. Also he's pansexual and polyamorous. Swag.

Lizzie! Lizzie wants to be just like her dad, so she copies him a little, she has her own Lemonade business and she runs it like a military sargent. She engages in William's hobbies because if her dad does it that means its cool! They share a love of clowns and they both have the same mole under their right eye.

Mangle is Foxy's right hand fox and Funtime Foxy's younger sibling. His name in this au is "The Mangler" cause pirate names. She also goes by he/she/they and is a lesbian!

Captain Foxy Goldtooth is like. a grumpy yet affectionate uncle to the other three. he's hesitant to admit that he actually cares about the others. He's not like this with The Mangler though The Mangler is his bff. and also his husband's sibling. He uses his whole pirate shtick to help kids with disabilities feel less insecure about their disabilities.

Freddy is the leader of the group, he promotes love and acceptance, he's like the mom friend but a dad. The dad friend. He teaches kids to be kind and compassionate.

Bonnie's just chilling. Like he's just hanging out completely unbothered.

Chica's whole thing is that she promotes healthy eating habits and maintaining a healthy lifestyle and healthy relationships.

Roxanne is all about knowing your own worth, not letting people walk all over you and standing up for others (hence the whole wolf thing) she's trans btw

Roxanne and Chica are girlfriends

Monty... I'll be honest I kind of forgot about Monty. Their the drummer of the band (did I mention that their all in a band? Well I did now)

The puppet/marionette, their whole thing is that they don't have a lot of friends because people thought that they were scary, but the fazcrew was nice to them! So now they hang out :). They give prizes to kids at the prize counter, and they teach kids that just because someone is a little different doesn't mean that their mean.

Who else.... Cassidy and Evan are friends. Cassidy respects that Evan is a man of few words and thinks that Evan is more "mature" and "on her level" because of it. Their hangouts consist of mostly just sitting next to eachother not saying anything. Cassidy has two older siblings that are twins, Jonah and Emery. Their both a lot more extroverted than Cassidy, think the blight siblings dynamic from the owl house. Cassidy gets mostly B's and A's (except for in p.e., she usually gets a C or a D in p.e., she's not fond of exercise)

Susie is just a nickname, her full name is Suzanne. She's a little sheltered and oblivious but she has a heart of gold and is nice to everyone. She has a pet dog whose breed is either a goldendoodle or a cairn terrier. She named him Sparkles.

Fritz loves to pretend that he's Pirate Captain Foxy Goldtooth, and his 2 year old sister Milly is his right hand fox The Mangler. He loves his family and is a pretty happy kid all things considered.

Okay I'm gonna cut it off here cause WOW this is really long. Sorry it took so long to respond btw I just had alot to say. Have a collage William doodle

#angry roomba whirrs #freddy fazbears is fine au #fnaf #fnaf au #angry roomba answers #cosmoknightchaos #ffifau #ffifau william d. afton #ffifau henry emily #ffifau michael b. afton #ffifau evan c.c. afton #ffifau elizabeth a. afton #ffifau cassidy lee #ffifau susie campbelle #ffifau fritz simmons #ffifau rosemary saffron echo schmidt

3 notes · View notes