#just so distant and very much the black sheep of the family but there's still genuine caring even if there's not understanding

[essektheylyss]

I keep lingering on the fact that Chetney says that the only thing left when he came home was toys, because on its face it's such a strange detail.

He says it as though he feels like it was an indication that his family left the one thing that was associated with him, that he cared about, that he has essentially crafted his whole identity around, which indicated to him that they were left there because the family didn't want them—and by extension, didn't want him.

But what if there was something else? What if he'd misinterpreted? What if they were trying to leave them as a point of connection, like a coded note that they were thinking about him as they fled? What if a misunderstanding left Chetney alone for his entire life, and it was entirely his fault?

It's like, god, his confession feels so concrete (in a way that Travis is very good at when talking around backstory) such that it really starkly outlines what he doesn't say. And gnomes live such long lives that, yes, you could have relatives walk in and out of your life with some regularity and spend a lot of time independent and distant without ever severing the connection, and it doesn't feel like the circumstances in the family were so bitter that the family cared so little as to simply abandon him entirely, at least not without extenuating circumstances.

I just keep thinking about it and the more I think about it the more I want to know what happened, because there's something else there—but the thing is, a large part of Chetney as a character is that sometimes you do feel such resentment for so long that by the time you even think to reconsider, things (or people) have changed or passed, and there isn't always a satisfying answer to be had.

#kinda like. opposite of fjord actually. #with fjord you have the idea that you can change and things can change but sometimes you CAN go back and find someone who loved you #anyway like. yeah I keep thinking about how much the vibe also feels like how essek talks about his family. #just so distant and very much the black sheep of the family but there's still genuine caring even if there's not understanding #I do think about longevity so much okay. do not get me started about long-lived characters I will not stop #critical role #cr meta #chetney pock o'pea #cr spoilers

[exilethegame]

jumping on the mother's day-inspired ask bandwagon, outside of the commander's well-documented, uh, complexities in their relationship to their moms, what are the ro's relationships to their mothers like? (if its not too spoilery! i guess we've briefly met syfyn's mom and i assume vethna's could be important so 👀.)

Family Dynamics, you say???

Vethna: Before Vethna left home, they were very close with their mother. The two shared a very close bond and Vethna spent a fair amount of free-time with their mother embroidering or gossiping or going out into the square to shop. They looked up to their mother a lot for guidance and listened to just about everything she said.

As time went on, their view on their mother soured as they learned the truths about their home. They felt betrayal at all the bad things their mother pressured them into under the guise of making her proud, and now, looking back on their relationship... well, for as much as Vethna misses her, they can't help but wonder if their mother ever loved them at all, or just the idea of what they were supposed to be.

Nikke: Nikke loves his mom a lot, and has always been the protector of his family and clan. However, at times it's hard to see if the feeling's returned. His mother is a very distant, melancholic, and fickle woman. One day she might be fine, other days she won't even want to look at Nikke and blames him for everything that's happened to their family.

Despite that, Nikke still does his best to take care of her, and not a day goes by where he doesn't think about his home and her.

Jost: Jost was always the black sheep of the family, and growing up, she was often overlooked by both parents. As a result, she feels a lot of resentment and bitterness towards her mother, but a piece of her will always be desperate for all that love and affection that she never got as a child.

Nowadays, she's pretty estranged from her mother. The two don't talk very often, and it's clear that her mother's opinion of her has only declined as the years have gone on due to Jost's absence and aggressive personality.

Because Jost + Nikke have such differing relationships with their mother, it's been the source of a lot of fights-- ugly ones, too.

Amilia: Saying Amilia's relationship with her mother is complicated would be an understatement. Amilia's birth was a curse to her mother, and it was Amilia who was left to suffer for it. She was often overlooked entirely by her mother, though there was still a long list of things she wasn't allowed to do and places she wasn't allowed to go. Her mother viewed her as a nuisance more than anything, but there was still a piece of maternal affection to be felt, which really only complicated things for the worse.

Nowadays, Amilia's been avoiding her mother like the plague. She has absolutely no interest in seeing her for the time being. There's nothing left to be said between them-- their world views are just too different, and the damage that her mother inflicted can't be undone by regret or apologies... not that Amilia even expects that she'd receive one.

Sabir: Sabir's mother passed away when he was a young teen, but they were close during the time she alive. She was a sickly woman, so he was responsible for the house and taking care of her and the family. It wasn't easy, and back then, a part of him was resentful for it-- angry that he was burdened with so much work and angry at his younger siblings for being... well, siblings. But once his mom got more sick, those feelings quickly faded away and turned to fear.

Nowadays, he knows not to take anything for granted-- especially those he loves.

Syfyn: Both of Syfyn's parents died when Syfyn was still young-- only eleven or so-- but before that, she was very close with her mother. She looked up to her mom a lot-- she was the Commander after all, and hands down the most powerful person Syfyn knew. Syfyn aspired to be like her mother growing up, though their relation did begin to complicate as Syfyn grew up.

Her mother and father were gone a lot due to being the leaders of the military, and as a result, Syfyn was alone... a lot. Marcelle offered to watch and look after Syfyn during big campaigns, and often acted as a sort of second-mother to Syfyn, but even then, the absence of Syfyn's mom brought up a lot of complicated motions. As a result, Syfyn acted out and got into a fair share of trouble-- something that her mother would loudly and publicly chastise her for, which both infuriated and embarrassed the hell out of Syfyn. It only spurred Syfyn into acting out even more as some sort of revenge-- an attempt to tarnish her mother's perfect appearance to the public.

She doesn't know if she misses her mom or not these days. She can't even remember the sound of her voice, and the only reason she even remembers her face is because of the murals of her around the palace and in the city. But even then, the image looks wrong.

#Freedom: is their own mother so they buy themselves a shit ton of gifts on mothers day and call it self care <3 #answered #vethna #nikke #amilia #jost #syfyn #sabir

[honeybeeloxs]

can i ask for works on wayne bailey?? i only see people writing for ethan and it drives me insane when i’m trying to search for wayne

03

Wayne Bailey X Male Reader

This has been like fermenting in my inbox for like ever now... yea, here's this, I guess,

You're basically like Nancy Loomis but married to Wayne, I GUESS... IDK... In shorter terms, the bitch is damn crazy.

SUMMARY:

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6 No Mention of Y/N

You and Wayne have been married since 03, and You two met on your lunch break; being a college professor isn't too bad. Still, you two fell in love immediately, marrying each other in Spring.

He was staring again; you found it comforting; he loved watching you before telling him he was staring again. A blush would blossom on his face, "Oh, Wayne…." you sighed as you checked the oven clock, "8:09," You huffed; kids gotta get up soon for school," Wayne nodded in response before reading the newspaper he got from the mailbox. You and Wayne have been married since 03, and You two met on your lunch break; being a college professor isn't too bad. Still, you two fell in love immediately, marrying each other in Spring; your babies were still very young. Richie didn't like you at first; however, their Biological mother was never in the scene, and you decided to fill that role; You loved the kids like they were your own, cared for them, and nurtured them. 

It took Richie a while to call you 'dad.' but when he did, you broke down crying with Wayne hugging you and rocking back n forth. You could tell the father-son bond Wayne had with Richie, supporting him and his obsession with the 'STAB' movies, and with Quinn being their only daughter, it just left Ethan. Ethan was clearly the black sheep of the siblings, but you cared for him so much more, went to all his baseball games, and helped him with his homework. You took time out of your day to tell Ethan you love him, so he doesn't feel left out; he would smile and hug you before going to his room.

"Fucking Bitch." Wayne mumbled under his breath as he sat by his desk, papers scattered everywhere. You could tell his mental health was suffering, "Hey…." you walked into your shared bedroom, holding a dinner plate. "You missed dinner," you softly tell him as you put the colorful plate on his desk.

"Sorry…" he mumbles as you kiss him on the cheek, "Just thinking about him," Wayne turns to you, voice breaking; you put his arms around him, and your head rests on his. Wayne became angrier when Quinn showed him the photos of what Richie's ex-girlfriend did to him; Wayne would have moments here and there when Wayne threw all his stuff off his desk; the loud noise and shatter of picture frames scared you while grading some essays. He felt bad for disturbing you and immediately apologized; your family is falling apart. Quinn stayed in her room all day, usually having small talk every day about a boy she likes; you always supported her, of course, but now she's being distant; Wayne is not talking to you now, and you're wondering why but you can't place your finger on what caused it. The lashings you received from your baby Ethan didn't help either; your family was slowly falling apart, Quinn distances herself, Ethan lashes out, and your husband does nothing but track the Carpenters in their study room. You guys used to spend dinner together as a family, but now you have all gone your separate ways.

Standing in the kitchen alone, missing Quinn's chatter as you made dinner. You were cutting carrots while spacing out, thinking of what your family used to be; you and Wayne always loved up on each other, but now you barely do it; you gripped the knife harder and clenched your teeth together and chopped the carrots harder, more violent. They ruined everything you built with Wayne, your family, your marriage, and the love you two had for each other. So, you agreed when he asked you if you would help him to kill the Carpenters; morally, it isn't right, but you couldn't help but resist the offer, 

You had changed your last name to Bailey; Wayne and Quinn did the same thing, so you might as well too. Ethan changed his last name, so it wasn't obvious; from the outside, it looks like Quinn has no siblings, is single, and has two loving dads. No one could suspect her. And as a college professor at Blackmore University, it most likely knocked you off the list. You felt terrible when Laura got killed, she was lovely, friendly, and brilliant, but her death was necessary; you knew Jason would kill her to satisfy his bloodlust, only to be killed by Wayne 30 minutes later. But, with Laura out of the way, you quickly wiggled your way into being the new Film Studies Teacher.

Ms. Kayoko didn't deserve to go out the way she did; she was just collateral damage; she was in the way. You had to be upset over Quinn's 'death,' grieving parents can take you far if you do it correctly. Wailing into Wayne's shoulder as they take her body away, Wayne had to take you to the car before he could talk to Sam about taking down Ghostface. Of course, you know she isn't dead, but you had to make it realistic; the window rolled down so Sam could feel guilty about accidentally killing somebody's daughter. Wayne turns around after talking to the group and walks and leans into the car through the window, "I'm gonna take you home; you need some rest to get your mind off of this." Wayne says softly to you, and all you can do is nod.

"Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill our daughter?" Wayne yells at Kirby while you hide behind your husband, often peaking out before hiding again. Kirby looks shocked, stumbling back a bit. "What? God no? Don't listen to them; they're probably both the killer," she said, pointing her gun at you and Wayne. "BEHIND YOU!" you hear her shriek before Wayne gives you his gun; her body falls, making a thump after you shoot her in the chest. 

"Good work, both of you," you say as you hold Wayne's hand tightly. "You guys..?" says Sam as she pulls Tara away, "Eh… well, of course, us. Frankly, I expected more from both of you after what you two did to us," said Wayne. "What do you mean us?" Tara says as she stumbles back, trying to gain as much distance as possible. Ethan took off his mask and taunted the two girls before them, smirking, "Mindy was right; it was easy to juke the roommate lottery." you pat him on the back, turn to him, and smile, "Hey, roomies. I didn't see that one coming, did ya? Quinn says as she removes her mask, "Yea… because you died." Tara responded, "Kinda didn't, though it was a good way to get off the suspect list." Quinn says as she plays with her knife.

"Real great parenting job, by the way," Tara says coldly. "SHUT YOUR WHORE FUCKING MOUTH!" Quinn screams as she shoves the sisters into a glass case; you corner them holding Wayne's gun. "You won't get away with this." Sam says bluntly, "Oh course we will. Let them TRY to track down the possible killers of Blackmore College; the Bailey's DON'T exist." you give the girls a sadistic smile as they shout at them, "Any comments? Questions? Concerns? Oh well, Who gives a flying FUCK anyways!" Quinn corners the two girls as she watches his father walk over to Sam, "Do you know how it feels to lose a child? A child that you taught loved him, to guide him." you start to break down, "Yeah, your son. He was a man-baby who made his girlfriend make all the killing. He was a limp dick little fuck, who cried before I slit his throat." Sam says, mocking Wayne and his husband. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Quinn shouts, but she is hit with a brick by Tara, spitting out a few teeth. At the same time, Wayne gets shot at by Kirby, and Sam kicks you in the chest, sending you flying into a glass container holding Jennifer Jolie's autograph, who somehow rose back from the dead before getting tackled by Ethan.

Quinn is killed before recovering from the blow she received from the brick; you corner Sam as she's trying to keep Tara from falling on top of Ethan, who's getting a little knife happy, jumping and swinging it. Tara drops down, stabbing your baby in the mouth and yanking it out, giggling. "Guess your down, another kid," Sam says as she smirks, her hair covering her face in chunks; you look at Sam, who makes a come get me signal and raises the knife; Wayne gives you and screams at her. You're stopped when Sam shoots you in the head; you let out a squeak before falling to the ground, killing him in front of his husband. "You always have to shoot them in the head," Sam tells Wayne as she steps over your body.

#scream #scream x male reader #wayne bailey x male reader #wayne bailey x reader #angst #scream vi

[sometipsygnostalgic]

So I’ve been developing an AU where Bow and Entrapta swap places! 

Here are the key points of this AU for Entrapta:  

Entrapta is Glimmer’s cousin, the child of one of Micah’s more distant non-magical siblings. When she lost her parents as a kid she was alone for a little while, and after people caught on there was some debate with whether she should go to Castaspella or Micah. She had no  magical powers so she went with Micah, and was effectively raised as Glimmer’s older sister. 

She’s about 3-5 years older than Glimmer here. 

Entrapta lacks her hair powers and has less tech advancement, so she is a bit of an underdog in the Rebellion. People are not afraid of her here, they underestimate her but she’s still a chaos gremlin who loves technology and machines, and adapts quickly to new challenges set in front of her.

Somehow she still gets Emily. She builds tiny robots. I’m going to struggle to stop her from trying to befriend Hordak and Catra.   

Glimmer is largely the same, except without Bow around during her childhood as the Voice of Reason, so instead Glimmer and Entrapta take turns being the voice of reason (though if you ask Glimmer she will claim she is always the sensible one).  

Adora and Entrapta should not be allowed in a room together. Adora’s storyline might get challenged if she has Entrapta there pushing her towards chaos and asking questions about how She-ra works and why Light Hope is stealing energy from the runestones.  

Their core conflict is that Glimmer has all of the expectations placed on her while Entrapta is seen as a bit of a disaster nobody, and nobody has any expectations of her. So from Entrapta’s POV, everybody believes in Glimmer and nobody believes in her, she’s the Amethyst of this situation and the black sheep, while from Glimmer’s POV, she is fighting so hard to be her best self at all times to break out of Angella’s shadow, while Entrapta never takes anything seriously and does pretty much what she wants. .  

Entrapta’s relationship to Angella is pretty awkward and complicated, because Angella is so focused on Glimmer. Entrapta doesn’t call her “mom” or even “aunt” most of the time, just “Angella”. However Angella does truly care about her niece.  

Bow meanwhile.... 

Bow is the Prince of Dryl and in charge of the kingdom already. Bow never really wanted to be a Prince but takes his responsibility very seriously and has pushed down all of his own desires in order to live up to his fathers’ expectations. His fathers love him very much but, like in the show, he thinks if he does a bad job then he will be letting them down, and they fail to recognise that he’s unhappy. So, Bow shuts things out and becomes a pragmatic character.  

Bow’s technology is very polished and he rarely has experimental mishaps but he’s not as into it, he doesn’t see his robots as people for example. Bow has a utilitarian approach to technology and his work serves its purpose perfectly and is well-tested before use.  

He doesn’t have any close friends, though he is very good in social situations as always - he has lots of practice. Bow is a charmer among the boys and girls, in COMPLETE contrast to Entrapta. However, he never gets to truly connect to people, as genuine as he comes across. 

Bow charms Glimmer pretty hard when they first meet, she gets a crush on the guy and there’s something about her that he likes. When she gets kidnapped at Princess Prom he offers his support to rescue her. 

Bow is presumed dead after No Princess Left Behind (and I’d do a much more convincing job than the show did here...) but in reality he decides to join the Horde because he thinks they can help him advance his technology and the Rebellion is a disaster so he thinks it’s the only way to safeguard his family and kingdom.   

Glimmer is Fucking Pissed when she finds out and she thinks Bow is a douche now but they do interact again. Oh god I turned them into Glitra 2.0.  Bow’s relationship to Catra is nothing like Entrapta’s since he isn’t in it for the friendship and she doesn’t interest him much, but Bow actually warms up greatly to Scorpia. Bow loses his shit constantly at Hordak’s weird technological choices and isn’t afraid to call them out.  

Over time Glimmer starts to realise that deep down Bow is a dork. Bow wants to use a bow and arrow and bare his abs, but is stuck using useful weapons and robots and dressing like a sensible person. He is a very repressed individual and his banter with Glimmer and other characters reveals the cracks in his cool facade. Eventually he learns to embrace his dorky side and stop hiding from his emotions. 

So the purpose of this AU is mostly to show how Bow and Entrapta would be different if thrown into each other’s circumstances, namely their relationship to technology and to heart:  Entrapta’s connection to these things is part of her very soul, I reckon, or at least she’s always going to be autistic and have the experiences that lead her to relate to machines. She can find love in technology and that is what she focuses on.  However Entrapta’s technology is very chaotic and prototyped, she could have been far deadlier if her distractability and sheer love for science didn’t get in the way of the whole “making weapons for the Horde” thing. But she is a chaos gremlin through and through so that’s not going to happen. In these circumstances she’d struggle a lot with the inability to escape social situations but also have more support pillars from Glimmer and Adora, and can look out for them too.   

Bow meanwhile CHOOSES to embrace love and connection, it’s more socialised into him by his parents, and I think there is an unexplored more jaded side to him, that we see sometimes like in Reunion where he hides his identity from his parents. I think Prince Bow, a version of him without Glimmer in his life, would be very susceptible to pressure and would make pragmatic choices over following his heart. I also think he would be far more efficient and deadly at tech than Entrapta because he doesn’t get distracted, but at the same time, she’s always going to figure out his work and keep up with him for as long as he isn’t truly passionate about it, and what Bow is passionate about is his arrows. That’s his dream, to become an archer, but he doesn’t think he can follow it.    

So yeah Bow is basically Equius Zahhak but more likable. Also he was meant to have a goatee but I only remembered to draw it in one panel. Since Entrapta’s hair isn’t magic she just cuts it short.

#she ra #spop #glimmer #bow #entrapta #my art #adora #nerd swap au

[devil-doll13]

Inspired by @rottent33th and her OCs to create my own! I hope you all like her lol this is kind of a WIP I just wanted to get my ideas down.

Abigail Williams 🖤

Name: Abigail Williams

Meaning: ‘Joy of the Father’

Alias(es): Abby, The Witch (I only call her this for convenience but that’s basically what she is lol)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 23

D.O.B: November 1st

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Current Residence: Unknown

Occupation: N/A

Appearance Description: She is a young woman with pale skin, long wavy black hair reaching down to her hips, and green eyes. On the slimmer side, a little angular and bony.

Style: Black dresses. Black boots. Lace. Fishnets. Chokers. Silver Jewellery. Dark Makeup. On lazy/hot days band tees and black jeans/shorts/leggings.

Height: 5,1ft

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Black

Notable Features: Eye-bags from lack of sleep, little scratches on her hands from cats. Also has numerous scars on her arms and some on her legs. A more notable scar is from a knife near her ribcage where her heart would be, faded with time. Her veins are dark and prominent. Twirls her hair as a habit. Smells like mist and petrichor.

Personality: An introvert. A little shy. Calm & quiet. Private and can be secretive. A gentle lady, can be very sweet towards those she cares about. Creative and passionate, can get stuck in her own head with her thoughts. Thinks a lot. Feels deeply but this isn’t entirely obvious, as she is generally subtle about it. Artistic, has a great appreciation for aesthetics. Sentimental with a love of the romantic and a flair for the dramatic at times. Enjoys dark humour, can be quite grim in general. A bit whimsical, prone to flights of fancy that may seem to come out of the blue. She has the capacity for intense love and attachment but isn’t sure if she can trust anyone that much anymore. Can be destructive, vindictive and revengeful at her absolute worst.

Likes: Cats, The Moon, The Night, Candles, Roses, Graveyards, Spiderwebs, Autumn, Forests, Snakes, Ravens/Crows, Bats, Thunderstorms, Cinnamon.

Dislikes: Alcohol, Sand, Peanut Butter, Extremely Hot Weather, Being In The City For Too Long, Religion/Priests, Gossip, Parrots, Large Crowds.

Hobbies: Drawing/Painting, Reading, Dancing, Writing Poetry, Collecting Bones, Cooking/Baking.

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death

The circumstances surrounding Abigail’s conception are still unclear, as no one knows who the father was, or how her mother got pregnant. What is known is that her mother Lucy gave birth in a local cemetery on the 1st of November, probably just after midnight. She had most likely died from a combination of malnourishment, injuries (from some kind of beating she’d apparently had) and the strain of giving birth, but the baby girl was healthy. Her cries alerted the elderly undertaker, who rescued her and got in contact with the rest of her family.

Named Abigail after her deceased grandmother, there seemed to be a black mark on the girl since the day she was born. Her mother was a dark secret of sorts, cast out and disowned for some grave sin that was never to be spoken of again. Abigail was similarly a black sheep, down to the colour of her hair, which was a pitch black. This was unheard of in the women of her family, all blondes and redheads. It must have come from her father, they said. (although he was never found out…) Still, her relatives were under obligation to take her in as their own.

Abigail was a quiet child, and whimsical in her ways. Not a bad one by any means, but very strange, with strange little habits. Mysterious, some might even say supernatural occurrences were common around her. She was already distant from the rest of her family, but this made it even more difficult for any of them to connect with her. Abigail also had a hard time making friends with other children, and so instead she spent her time alone.

As time passed, the mysterious happenings started to become more prevalent. More sinister. Someone would fall down a flight of stairs and break their neck, or become horribly sick and then suddenly feel well again, only to become sick yet again... (It was noticeable because she never became sick alongside them.) Doors and cabinets would slam shut and lock themselves, furniture would be set ablaze without warning, a deathly chill would follow her in a bad mood. Death, illness and misfortune seemed to follow her around wherever she went. This led to her having to move around to different relatives during different periods of her life. Some of the more superstitious ones held the belief that she was cursed, whether they said it aloud or not. No one could prove anything either way. Only one called an exorcist, and died soon after from an accident.

Around the time of puberty, the innocence of her childhood had been lost and she began to become more aware. She would think it all over and soon became very interested in the circumstances surrounding her mother as well. All she knew (because it was never spoken of, as a rule) was that whatever it was, it had apparently killed her Grandmother, the one whose name she shared. She learned to become secretive, not openly speaking about or showing what she would do in the past. Abigail would become very interested in the occult around this time, although she always had knowledge of such things deep inside, as if it was as easy as breathing. She remembered one time a blackbird she had been preserving had suddenly sprung to life, just after the death of her aunt. Then came back all the times she had spoken to the children up in the attic of an old house she once lived in, and how their names were etched on a gravestone from 1907. She did not think much of it as a child, but it had all begun to add up. Abigail realised then she was not a normal person at all.

All of this would culminate in a particularly horrific incident near her 18th birthday, and after this she would disappear altogether. Now she wanders all over America in search of shelter, a purpose, to know why she is the way she is, to find others like her. There is something off about her that people still pick up on, something otherworldly, so when she comes into town there is always a sense of foreboding and doom that comes with her…

Fun Facts

Her favourite book is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.

Her favourite film is Evil Dead

Her favourite bands are The Cure, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Type O Negative, Bathory and Mercyful Fate.

Her favourite colour is Black (No. 1) But she is partial to red, green and purple as well.

Her favourite foods are apples and pie. And apple pie lol

Her favourite drink is coffee

She doesn’t like anyone calling her Abby except someone she’s very close to. It feels too personal. And there’s really no one like that anyway.

She did not know her mother but still loves her despises anyone insulting her. Abigail will always believe she was a good person despite what anyone else said.

It’s most likely her mother was involved in a cult or a witch coven or some kind, at least from what she’s found out in her investigations.

As a child she was very attached to her dolly, and even today she secretly enjoys cuddling stuffed animals. She’d be mortified if anyone knew about this though. (The doll was given to her by the man who found her as a baby, but was stolen or lost at some point. She was devastated about this)

Is sentimental in general, and with things she has emotional attachment to she always takes very good care of. Any gift is treasured.

Has a small collection of animal bones in a box she’s been keeping since she was a child.

She likes dogs, (she likes most animals really) but they don’t like her. They seem to sense something off about her and will either become unusually aggressive or afraid, whining and cowering away. On the other hand, cats adore her and even the most antisocial ones will approach her for scritches and pets. The feeling is certainly mutual. She has an affinity for crows/ravens, bats, reptiles and frogs/toads as well.

She has undergone an exorcism before. It didn’t work. (It did leave her with some trauma though.)

Has a touch of insomnia. She’ll often wake up past midnight for no explainable reason, filled with some strange energy.

Her dreams are often vivid and intense, they are strange to the point where she would keep note of them in a diary to try and understand them. Not nightmares necessarily, but they really knock the breath out of her and leave her in a state. Sometimes the feeling is more euphoric, because they were wonderful dreams.

She is good at sewing and handicrafts, having been taught by one of her relatives as a child. Has made/modified some of her own clothes as well. Finds the process quite calming.

Due to her wanderings she isn’t employed, but she has her own ways of getting the money she needs generally. She’s never really had a stable home anyway so she’s used to it, although some part of her longs for a home to call her own.

She can drive and enjoys doing so, there’s something peaceful about it. She prefers it to taking public transport or hitchhiking.

As a child under the custody of her relatives she travelled mostly around the mid-west of America. The graveyard she was born in was located in north-central Massachusetts however.

Abigail doesn’t like big crowds, but that dislike seems to not matter when it comes to music. Her trips to larger cities often have her searching music venues and goth clubs to go dancing in. It’s something she’s always enjoyed.

Has a distinctive laugh, like a cackle. A little embarrassed/insecure about it.

Her name was inspired by Abigail Williams, one of the girls involved in the Salem Witch trials.

Her cousin, Judith Bell, is a hunter of the supernatural. She became one after an encounter with Abigail. (I’ll probably write a story about this one at some point! She’s sort of like her final girl)

(Credit to @decayedgrave for gif)

#my oc #Abigail Williams #Abigail #slasher oc #horror oc #my stuff #my writing #Spotify

[ciaossu-imagines]

Mini event — The Royal Tutor and Supernatural Detective AU

Of course, anon dear! Thanks so much for sending in the request and I hope you'll enjoy!

Setting up this AU, I will say I see it being set kind of somewhere more modern-day. If I was to write it out as a story, it probably wouldn't be true modern day but somewhere in between, set between the early 2010's at the latest and late 90's at the earliest. It's very much something set firmly in the same kind of reality and world we live in too, with some small changes.

Those small changes? Well, everyone knows magic doesn't exist, right? It's all stage tricks, mentalists, HBO and Vegas specials. The paranormal is just something that crackpots on the internet get obsessed with, with conspiracy theories and talks of cryptid huntings and a new wave of 'reality' ghost series. That's just pretty much accepted facts.

Except that's not the truth. In this setting, the paranormal and supernatural very much exists, it's just not something most people would ever come across and when they do come across it, most human people are in danger from it. Those who are supernatural in some way do a lot of work to make sure humanity doesn't find out about them, after all. Magic, cryptids, curses…all of this is very real and very serious.

And nobody knows this better than the von Glanzreich family. Descended from the city's founder, it's said that in their distant past, one of the sons of the original founder brought a curse onto the family by stealing away a fairy princess to marry. It's said that the men of the family are all cursed to die an early and painful death and the women of the family are all cursed to mourn greatly throughout their lives. That curse, along with the mixing of fairy and human blood, are said to give members of the von Glanzreich family incredible talents but bad luck. Of course, nowadays, that's mostly told as fairy tales to the family members children and nobody quite takes it seriously.

Except for the fact that Viktor von Glanzreich, chief of police for the Glanzreich city police department, definitely takes it very seriously. He knows it to be the truth…after all, there's really no other way for him to explain his own special talent of precognition. And he sees the gifts in those who went before him in his family…and while the world chalks up the fact that no male von Glanzreich has lived past their fifties to bad genetics or potential early inbreeding, Viktor very much believes in the curse. He made sure to tell the stories to his own children, still does even though they are all adults now, much to his children's displeasure. He tries to make sure they believe, though he never does divulge his own powers. He just doesn't know how to talk about it, especially since it was drilled into him that he should never talk about it from his own parents.

Do any of his children believe? None of them truly do, not really…not that they'd admit, at least, not even to their own family. They believe in bits and spells, especially when their own talents start to appear, though all of the current von Glanzreich children do their best to tamper down any 'gifts' they have inherited through their blood. If they can just pretend they don't exist, if they can just be normal…it's not just a wanting to fit into society at large, though there is that aspect, but each child feels as if they are the only person experiencing these weird things. No one else in their family seems to have these issues and, deep in their hearts, part of why they all try so hard to deny and hide these parts of themselves is because they don't want to be the black sheep of the family. They don't want to be the freak or the crazy person.

So, with your father the chief of police, and coming from a family that has a long history of law enforcement, what do you do with yourself? All of the von Glanzreich children know that answer as they all grew up and went into policing themselves. Keep the family business going, after all.

Eins, cursed with the talent of true, supernatural empathy, cursed to feel the emotions of everyone around him on top of his own swirling emotions, pushes through the day and finds it easier to ride a desk than be out walking a beat. He becomes his father's right hand man at One PP, serving a variety of roles from behind that desk.

However, Kai, Bruno, and Leonhard all graduated from the police academy, walked their beats, even got promotions (though, given who their father is, there's a lot of hostility towards them for that). Kai is a Sergeant, normally paired with rookies from the Academy as they walk the beat. Bruno is a detective, and there's been a lot of talk about Leonhard soon joining him in that rank. Licht has just graduated from the academy and is starting to walk a beat himself when the story itself really starts.

So how does the story start? With the chief of police creating a new unit, the Special Affairs unit. He chose a childhood friend and retired FBI detective to head it…everyone is confused about this retired detective too, seeming as they look like a literal child still. Of course, that detective is Heine Wittgenstein. Another thing that has everyone a little annoyed and confused? No one outside of the unit is really given any information on the purpose of the Unit or the cases they work. All the majority of the police force know is that the unit exists, and not helping the bullying received because of the belief nepotism is very real, that the police officers selected to work the unit consists of only the von Glanzreich children.

Of course, we all probably already know that the Special Affairs Unit exists to solve cases that have some sort of paranormal explanation or component to them. The story is not only about the case, but also Heine really teaching the von Glanzreich children to accept not only the existence of the supernatural, but to embrace their own family curse and their own supernatural talents and them all to really bond together and grow as people and as police officers.

For anyone interested in some little world-building parts here, this is what I figure each talent would be. Of course, Heine is also someone suffering from a supernatural curse that he obtained on one of his own cases over the years and that curse is also why he retired. It's so much easier to hide the fact that you never age, that you're cursed with life immortal, after all, if you're not around the same people day in and day out.

Kai, of course, has physical strength superior to that of normal humans and a enhanced healing rate superior to that of normal folks. He doesn't appear to have a real strong sense of pain either.

Bruno has the ability to 'read' objects and people, to learn the history of those people or things he touches. While he's still actively trying to avoid his power, because of his aversion to touching others or being too close to them, a lot of people assume that he's snobbish, stuck up, or some crazy germophobe and his reputation probably suffers the worst out of all the children's.

Leonhard seems to share similar powers to his father. He can sometimes see not glimpses of the past or future though, but catches glimpses of life though the eyes of someone else. Though it mostly only happens when he's dreaming, there have been times when he zones out and experiences these visions while awake and that's actually part of what Heine helps teach Leonhard - how to control what he sees and when he sees it.

Licht is incredibly charismatic, supernaturally so, and not only draws people to him but can seem to almost bend them to his will. He can make people do what he wants, if he so chooses to lean into his power, and that fact terrifies him. He lives his life unsure of whether people actually like him for who he is or because he's forcing them to like him and he's the one who has the hardest time accepting his talent fully and not seeing it as an additional curse.

As for the first case I see them working and where I'd really set the first story of the series (and yes, it would definitely be a series of stories, if I chose to sit down and write them), it starts with a small town near Glanzreich City. A town that just…disappears, along with the entirety of its population. It's still physically there, but everyone just forgets it exists. It was never there, in the minds of almost everyone, and those that approach it on the road are supernaturally compulsed to detour so they never enter the town. Why was this town taken? Can the town be brought back and its citizens saved? Well, that would be the goal of the story, to find out!

#replies #the royal tutor #headcanons #au headcanons #supernatural detective au #heine wittgenstein #kai von glanzreich #leonhard von glanzreich #bruno von glanzreich #licht von glanzrich #is it super apparent that I watch too many police procedurals and love the supernatural detective genre of fantasy #9

[cadrenebula]

How many OCs do you currently have? If you have multiple OCs then how different are they from each other? How often do you create new ones?

Currently? 13 actual developed OCs. (I've still got to toss together profiles for Nebula and Ronove on carrd tho.)

At least 15 supporting characters. Meaning ones I'm not actively RPing cause they're just supporting cast for my OCs and won't do anything other than help plot things along as needed. Or they were created to avoid retcons. So they are available for a scene here or there as needed but not much beyond that. They're mostly for my own writing (or screenshot) purposes unless I need them for a plot point.

I don't plan on adding to my 13 anytime soon though. But we all know I'm terrible at promising not to. XD Ronove was unplanned but then he said I was keeping him. I don't add new ones too often. If they do get added it's usually because they were originally plot characters that I got attached to. Which is the case for Lancefer, Alexois, Asher, and Ronove. XD So it's only happened 4 times. That's not -that- often. An the first three were added years ago now. Ronove and Nebula were literally the last to be added and I wasn't sure I was even going to list Ronove here for the fact he's a voidal.

An boy do these characters vary! I cover a lot of bases with these OCs. (Okay I'll stop trying to be funny. XD LOL)

Destiney is a Shroudling mother and wife. She's warm and caring and very nature oriented. Very much a momma wolf who practically adopts everyone she likes into her Found Family. Stefan, is practically his twin's opposite. They were meant to be that way. He tends to keep people at arm's length and dabbles in things he shouldn't. He's the darkness to her light. But he'd do anything for his sister. Lancefer is the noble white knight who tries to remain good and kind despite all that he faces as the black sheep of his family. Tries to be a good big brother and cousin. Alexois is a villain in name only, an assassin for hire and hails from the lowest rungs of society who has turned his life around and works hard at being a better person. Valen is a pure ray of sunshine and good cheer who tries to lift the spirits of others without being dragged down by those said people. Traveling minstrel and bounty hunter. Marielle is a dragon stuck in elezen form by a curse and navigating a world she barely understands. Alfarinn is a intimidating looking brute with a soft heart beneath that beserker's rage. Looking for payback for the death of his lover. Keaira is a upbeat spunky ball of pink with a desire to explore the world and help people all while seeking challenges to make her stronger. Adelena is nicknamed the Frost Siren for a reason. She is cold and distant pirate of the Sanguine Sirens but is much warmer towards her sisters than others. Asher is a sky pirate with a weak spot for kids in similar situations to his when he was younger. He's a mischief maker and a tinker of machines. Eventually he's going to have a reckoning with his older brother. Aryn is a gremlin in disguise (not literally XD It's just his general behavior towards his circus family). He's a aerial dancer for a circus troupe and a trained Sage. A bit dramatic and obsessed with clothes. Nebula is a soft spoken mage from the deep woods of the Shroud, next in line to lead their clan when their mother steps down, a descendant from those who survived the fall of the three mage cities. Just traveling the world to learn more about the people outside of their clan. Ronove was my first attempt to make a voidal character. Exploring the madness of what it was like to be fresh from the void and under the control of a stronger voidal with an iron grip on him. Abused and tortured for over a thousand years and trying to find his way in a world that is mostly alien to him now. Now he's Stefan's partner in the plot to put an end to the voidsent trying to see them both dead.

Phew. Yeah they're all pretty different and come from varying walks of life. Thanks for the ask @furys-mercy

[fayesdiary]

fe fates

Favourite thing about that game

I'd say the characters, especially the royal families. They're so endearing and what really makes the narrative of Fates shine!

Least favourite thing about that game

The localization gets a dishonorable mention. It butchered Fates in so many ways I'm still finding out.

But the main thing is Corrin being an avatar. I love them as a character, but the fact they're an avatar makes the story worse in plenty of this and is the reason behind some of the more.. questionable decisions.

Like "oh, they're the player, we can't make them feel too bad for their choices" or "oh, the player should be able to marry any playable unit, who cares if they're Corrin's 14-year-old sister or an old man who's also their adoptive father", which I also feel is the reason behind their contorted family tree.

In general I feel IntSys can't write avatars/player inserts, player worship aside they either don't feel like a character or feel like a player insert. Robin's the only exception.

Favorite character in the game

Depends on the day, really. Sometimes it's Corrin, sometimes it's Hinoka, sometimes it's Sakura and sometimes it's Camilla. But it's always one of the royals.

Would I recommend it? Why?

Oh, absolutely! If this is the black sheep of the franchise it only shows how good Fire Emblem as a series is.

It could very well be the most polished game in the series, the gameplay has incredible depth and the potential for both amazing strategies and hilarious bullshit (like, say, do a run with multiple versions of the same character), the characters are endearing, Hoshido and Nohr are some of the places I keep coming back to the most, it has some of the best set pieces, the music is great and the story is capable of dealing some heavy punches in the gut.

And keep in mind, this is a game that was plagued by cut content and butchered by a baffling localization, and yet it's still as good as it is and one of the most polished games on the 3DS!

Free space to go off about something!

You know, people shit on Fates' worldbuilding all the time, and yet there's something about the world of Fates that has always captivated me, even in the distant days when I lurked in the Fire Emblem subreddit and was very much in the "Fates bad" bandwagon just like everyone else is.

Truth be told, I'm not sure what it is. Maybe it's that Hoshido, Nohr and even Valla have some of the most unique locations in the whole series.

Maybe it's because the different music styles, weapons and other things help making Nohr and Hoshido different locations with their own culture without having to infodump paragraphs upon paragraphs of text.

Maybe it's because while Valla feels shallow as a location, what little is there really piques my curiosity to what it once was.

Maybe it's that what little is there really drives your imagination wild.

Or maybe it's none of these things. Who knows. Whatever it is, the world of Fates is one I keep coming back to.

Rating out of 10

Hmm, I'd say 8 out of 10. 8.5 on the good days.

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe14 #ask replies #valliteprincess #my rambles

[writingwordsanddrawingpictures]

So, I did a thing...

As any of you who, for reasons best known to yourselves, still follow me (and aren’t a porn bot!) you’ll know that it’s been a couple of years since I posted anything original, either writing or art. Fair to say I’ve been in a slump and I’ve not really done anything creative for *gestures wildly* reasons...

However...

I saw last Friday’s FFF prompt - An Eternal Summer - and it spoke to me. More to the point, it wouldn’t give up so I started typing on my phone while waiting for some rice to cook (rock & roll!). I then had to leave it to one side (work and other commitments getting in the way), but picked it back up again this Friday (armed with the new FFF prompt as well - What Comes Next) and ended up writing until about 2am.

It’s ended up being rather more than a flash fic at around 3,200 words (so I hope you don’t mind being tagged in anyway @flashfictionfridayofficial), and as I said, it’s the first thing I’ve written in a couple of years, and it’s rough, but I hope you enjoy it.

An Endless Summer / What Comes Next?

People often say that they wish things could last forever - a day, a night, a holiday - but they never stop to think what the consequences of that could be. Me? I was living them.

Years ago, when I was in my awkward early teens, I had an experience that changed my life. I'd never been a popular person, certainly not one of the 'cool' kids as I was far too shy and, dare I say, nerdy. It was the start of the summer holidays, and I'd been looking forward to the break from school - not so much the place, more the other students. People can be cruel, especially if there's something different about you, and teenage girls can be some of the worst offenders. Anyway, I was going to be taking a trip to the countryside to visit some distant relatives and, hopefully, de-stress. It was a gift from my parents for acing my exams, plus I think they didn't want to face having me around the house for the whole summer. It was somewhere down around Devon and Cornwall, I can't remember the name of the village, but it was a picturesque place with winding, tree-lined country lanes that made you feel like you were in Middle Earth and you were going to stumble across a group of hobbits heading off on an adventure around the next bend. My relatives' place turned out to be a small farm on the edge of the village - not what I'd expected, but a world away from the city I'd come from. For some reason, I'd never really heard my folks talk about these relations - a pair of sisters, I thought - other than in slightly hushed tones as if they were the black sheep of the family. The reality, as I experienced it, was that they were warm, welcoming and very friendly. We hit it off from the moment I turned up with my backpack, and I loved helping them out on the farm with the animals and crops. They were more family to me than some of my closer blood relations - funny how these things work - and they took me under their collective wing, teaching me a lot about life including why they were treated the way they were by the rest of the family. But, I digress. I need to set this down so there's at least some record of why things are the way they are now, and my role in causing it. Even though I worked hard at the farm, I still had plenty of time to explore the surroundings. The 'sisters' had told me some of the local folk tales, and cautioned me about certain areas, but I didn't regard some of the folksy warnings as being serious - I mean, fairies, goblins and that aren't real... One afternoon I was wandering through a local wood and came across a beautiful clearing. The sun was breaking through the leafy canopy, giving a gorgeous dappled lighting to the place. I could hear sweet birdsong and, if I was still, I could see a rare red squirrel on one of the nearby trees was eyeing me nervously. "Don't worry, your nuts are safe around me." I told them, giggling to myself. To my surprise, they settled down on the branch they were on and just regarded me with curiosity. Slowly, I set down my small day pack at the foot of a sturdy oak and pulled out my sketchpad. "You don't mind if I...?" I asked the squirrel, feeling a little foolish. I still swear to this day that the squirrel gave me a small nod, while repositioning slightly, as if to say 'okay, but this is my best side'. I don't know how long I was sat there under the broad branches of the oak, sketching my subject in the most perfect light, but I became aware of a presence behind me. "Oh! You've captured Peter's cheeky character so well there!" A melodious voice exclaimed behind my right ear. "Thank you, I... Wait... Ahhhhhh!" I jumped, remembering I was in the woods and had no idea who this was. I scrambled, clutching my pad and pack to my now heaving chest, and turned to where the voice had come from. I swear it was a trick of the light, but the figure I could see was bathed in a greeny-golden aura and I'm sure I saw slightly pointed ears. The most surprising thing was just the sheer feeling of positive feelings that were radiating from this figure - beauty, confidence, serenity, playfulness...actually, a lot of playfulness. I was awestruck. Then I blinked, and saw someone about my own age, still beautiful, but slightly rugged with it. Dirty knees, some grass stains on their wispy skirt and top, which looked really out of place with their boots. They - she, I think - regarded me curiously, head cocked to the side almost like the squirrel earlier. Then she looked concerned. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. I thought you'd heard me when I walked up, but I think you were too engrossed in your drawing - which is beautiful, by the way." Her voice was strangely deep, not what I was expecting it to sound like, but it was also warm and soothing like a warm bath at the end of a hard day's work. "I... I... Thank you?" "Do you think I could have a closer look at it, please? Peter tends to be so shy, so I'm surprised he was such a willing subject for you." The mellow sound of her voice was definitely calming, although my heart was still pounding for some reason. "I... I guess so. Wait, Peter?" "I may have named him when I first saw him. I come here a lot, so it seemed rude to not name my friends." While my brain was struggling to comprehend what it was hearing, she stepped closer to me, extending her hand. She moved with the poise and grace of a dancer, but carefully as if trying to not spook a scared animal. She succeeded. "I forget my manners, I'm Faye" I blinked again, gave my head a little shake, then placed my hand in hers. "R...Riley." "A pleasure to meet you, Riley. That's a lovely name. Suits you." Faye said, looking into my eyes which felt like she was gazing into my soul. "Th...thank you. Faye's a beautiful name too." I could feel my shock and nervousness ebbing away, even if my heart was still pounding in my chest. She smiled at me, and I'm sure I felt my heart melt. It wasn't a 'million dollar smile', but it was sincere and just made me feel...happy. She nodded to the pad I still held in a death-grip. "So, can I?" "Huh? Oh, hell. Of course!" We sat back under the oak tree and talked. Faye complimented my art, which I tried to brush off until she insisted, so I showed her some more and her face lit up. I clumsily complimented her, which she seemed to like. Turned out she was a local - had always lived in the area, and loved spending time outside, whatever the weather. A proper outdoorsy girl. I explained about being there for the summer, and enjoying the mix of farm work and exploring the outdoors... I glanced at my watch. "Hell! I need to get back." "So soon?" Faye seemed disappointed. "Sorry, I've got jobs to help out with. Can I... er... Could I maybe...?" "Tomorrow? Here? Absolutely!" She grinned. "Perfect" I said as I dropped my pad back into my pack. "Oh, what time?" "Whenever you can. The trees will tell me when you're here." She winked at me and I'm sure my heart briefly stopped. "Huh...? Okay, sure. See you tomorrow, Faye!" "May your feet guide you safely back, Riley." I was a little late back, but the 'sisters' could see I was happy about something, so let it go without comment. My meetings with Faye became the part of my day I looked forward to the most. She just made me feel more at ease than anyone else I'd ever known, including my parents. We'd talk, laugh, play silly games and just enjoy each other's company. She even managed to persuade me to draw her. It's not something I do, as people are so hard to get right, and it took a couple of sittings, but I finally got something I was reasonably happy with. "Can I see? Can I see? Can I see?" Faye was practically jumping up and down with excitement and anticipation. I knew I couldn't put this off any longer. "Okay, but just remember I've done the best I can - I'm no portrait artist." "Show me! Show me! Show me!" I opened the pad and handed it to Faye. She looked down at the paper and her face shifted into a look of utter shock. "What's wrong? Don't you like it? I knew this was beyond m..." Faye pressed a finger to my lips, still staring at the picture. A tear formed in the corner of her right eye, rolled down her cheek and dripped onto the edge of the page. She closed her eyes, still keeping her finger on my lips. My heart was pounding fit to burst. I reached out my hand to her shoulder, and she was trembling. What had I done? My mind was going into overdrive with all the ways this was going to go wrong. Faye's finger briefly pressed harder on my lips, then she lifted it away. "Faye?" I asked, worriedly. Without saying anything, she turned to face me, then threw her arms around me, holding me tightly. I could feel her still shaking, her warmth, and the pounding of her heart as well. We stood like this for an eternity, or so it felt, neither of us saying a word. Me, too scared to, Faye, I didn't know. I felt her cheek move against mine, followed by the warmth of her breath against my ear. "It's beautiful beyond words. You are such a special person, Riley, and you have a rare talent." I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks, and held her tighter. It was hard heading back to the farm that evening after such an intensely emotional afternoon. I think the 'sisters' could tell I was struggling with something, so I was given a free pass on the jobs for the evening, and they both came to see me individually later to see what was wrong. I was torn - I knew they were genuinely trying to help, but I couldn't put into words what I was feeling. In retrospect, I know they would have known exactly what I was feeling, but that's hindsight for you. I didn't sleep well that night. I had so many things running around in my head. The end of summer - and my time there - was looming like a black cloud on the horizon, and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to stay, but knew I couldn't. I wanted to keep seeing Faye, but I'd be so far away from her. What had happened to me? I'd sort of had friends, but I'd never had someone I felt so close to, so much a part of. The following day was a blur. I was on autopilot during the morning until I'd done all the jobs I'd been asked to do. Then I grabbed my pack and set off to our clearing. It was still as beautiful there as the first time I saw it, and I think that's what started the first of the tears. I sat down under the oak and then the floodgates opened. It wasn't fair. The first time I'd felt comfortable, the first genuine friend I'd made, and it was all going to disappear in a couple of weeks. I sobbed my heart out. As the tears subsided, I realised there were arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and a warmth pressed against me. "Oh Riley, my dear." "Faye?" I croaked. "I'm here. It's okay." We sat like that for a while, then Faye moved round to sit in front of me. She gently placed her hands on my cheeks and rested her forehead against mine. "Faye?" "Yes, my dear?" "I... I wish this summer could last forever." Silence. Strangely, not even any birdsong. It was like the world was on pause apart from the two of us. "An eternal summer? Would that make you happy, Riley?" "If... If I..." I sighed "Only if I could spend it with you." I heard Faye's breathing hitch in her chest. "I... I would also like that, Riley. It's been lonely." "Then I wish for an eternal summer, together with you." "Are you sure, Riley?" "I am, Faye." I heard Faye exhale, as if she'd been holding a breath in for an eternity. "Then it shall be so, this I promise." Faye took one of her hands from the side of my face and lifted my chin up until I was eye to eye with her, the tips of our noses now touching. "I promise." She tilted her head slightly to the side, then kissed me on the lips. I was not prepared for that! It was the first time I'd been kissed on the lips, and the passion I could feel behind it was incredible. I placed a hand on the side of Faye's face and kissed her back. My world was exploding, and I didn't care. I now knew what I'd been feeling, and I wanted to say it out loud. I pulled back gently and looked at Faye. "I..." She softly put a finger on my lips and leant forwards so she could whisper in my ear. "I love you too, Riley." And then she whispered something else, a name I think, and I was overcome with a flood of emotions, images that made no sense, and a cacophony of voices. All was still. "Faye? I don't feel..." The next thing I remember after that was waking up in my bed at the farm with the 'sisters' sat nervously by the bedside. I don't know what happened, but I'd apparently been out cold for a day. Someone had brought me back - although they couldn't say who, and when I asked "Faye?", they shared a knowing yet scared look. I was on bed rest for the following day, which really annoyed me, but I wasn't given any choice in the matter. I resolved myself to going to see Faye the next day, but the best laid plans, and all that... I was in one of the barns when the 'sisters' came to find me. They'd had a phone call and my folks had been in an accident. My mum was okay, but dad was in hospital in a bad way. I needed to go back now. I hurriedly packed up my backpack, thinking about Faye and my folks, and headed out to the 'sisters' truck for the ride to the station. On my way to it, I spotted a fox sat next to a package wrapped in a wispy fabric. I'll swear the fox nodded at me, then the package, then back at me. Getting the message, I grabbed the package on my way past and received another nod from the fox before it wandered off. I ran the rest of the way to the truck and jumped up into the flatbed so I could get my last lungfuls of fresh air before the train ride back to the city. As we drove, I checked the package I'd picked up. There was an intricately carved stone of some description threaded onto a  thin strip of leather to make a necklace; my sketch pad, which I'd forgotten I'd left with Faye; and a note, written in the most beautiful hand I'd ever seen: Riley, my love. I know you have to go back, but I will be here waiting for you to return and enjoy our eternal summer together. If you feel lost, hold the stone and think of me. Keep it close to your heart. May your feet guide you safely back. I couldn't make out the signature, but it looked too long for 'Faye'. I'd decipher that later, I decided as I tied the necklace together around my neck and stowed the note, my pad and the fabric into my pack. The journey home was uneventful, and I spent the rest of the holiday before school resumed going back and forth to the hospital. Luckily, my dad was always stubborn and managed to make a decent recovery. No-one noticed anything odd with the weather until about October... Everywhere was still experiencing summer weather, even though it was supposed to be autumn. Climate change was the answer that satisfied people... ...until it was 30 degrees on Christmas day. And it didn't stop there. It was summer in January, February, March, April...all year round. That meant far less rain, rivers and reservoirs drying up, crops starting to fail... Not in the first year, there were still ways to mitigate at that point. But the longer the summer lasted, the bleaker - ironically - the outlook was. Being on an island, desalination plants were trialled, and were successful in some areas. That's where the deregulation of sewage release into the sea came back to bite firmly on the arse. During this time, I studied, I worked, and I joined a gym to keep up my fitness. I also learnt to box, which definitely helped reduce issues at school. I also missed Faye terribly. I tried calling the 'sisters' to see if they'd pass a message on for me, but as soon as I'd mention Faye, they'd get nervous and change the subject. I didn't remember about the eternal summer promise until our 7th year of summer. Scientists had given up trying to find a cause, and were just fighting to keep us alive. We ended up going underground instead of going ever skyward, because it was cooler. There were also some underground watercourses that were still viable. For now. I tried and tried to contact Faye, but to no avail. The 'sisters' had vanished, and a lot of villages had either been abandoned or demolished in the pursuit of going underground. I studied the necklace, note and fabric, having no other leads. The carvings were similar to some designs said to relate to the 'Fair Folk', or Fae. That set me off to learn everything I could about them. Maybe it was coincidence, or maybe they did exist. I also studied contract law, hoping if they did exist it might give me a hand in bargaining. Either way, I'm here, ten years on from a wish I made as a teen that's completely changed the world. I am not a 'chosen one', I don't have years of combat / magic training to make me a force to be reckoned with. There is no prophecy foretelling my defeating this problem. I'm a woman with an eclectic mix of skills, a desire to put things right, and a need to find the Fae I love - whose real name I now remember. I will move heaven and hell to solve this, or die horribly in the attempt. What comes next? Where do we go from here? Cornwall seems a good place to start.

@contes-de-rheio, @bookishdiplodocus, @pheita, @siarven, @aeschknight, @madammuffins, @esbarrison-author

Hope you guys don’t mind being tagged here

#writeblr #my writing #fff197 #fff198 #back from hiatus #but for how long?

[carewyncromwell]

Lineage Challenge Day 4: Character Spotlight

Hosted by @kathrynalicemc​

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“So much in my life I took for granted, Like tucking my children into bed... My world was always spinning fast, And in an instant, years have passed, And here I sit with so much left unsaid... I've always lived a world apart, But through it all, you were my heart... That's one of many things...oh, so many things... I never said...”

~“Things I Never Said” from First Date 

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For my character spotlight, I decided to put some focus on a member of the Cromwell Clan I’ve done almost no content for...Charles’s wife, Lane’s mother, and Carewyn and Jacob’s maternal grandmother, Marilyn Cromwell! 

Marilyn is partially based off of stories my mum told me about her mother, when she was growing up. My maternal grandmother was a very stylish and image-conscious person -- the sort of woman who had impeccably chosen outfits for every occasion and who always had very high expectations both for herself and her family -- to the point that sometimes she came across as emotionally distant and impossible to please. My grandmother was much less of a piece of work than Marilyn, though -- for unlike Marilyn, she wasn’t married to a toxic, abusive sociopath like Charles Cromwell, and she most certainly wouldn’t have played as his accomplice by letting him gaslight, manipulate, and even physically punish their children as much as he wanted, so long as they could still tidy themselves up after the fact. 

Marilyn Cromwell was a very conservative woman who like Charles believed in strict gender roles, making her a very dutiful wife who took pristine care of the Cromwell estate and pushed her children academically rather than chasing her own career, even if truthfully, she was a talented enough witch that she could’ve easily earned just as high of a position at the Ministry as Charles did, had she put herself out there. Although her children often considered Claire their parents’ “favorite” because she most blindly obeyed their direction and put a happy face on everything, Marilyn was just as overbearing in her upbringing of Blaise as Charles was, since he -- as Charles’s heir -- would have to represent and mind the Cromwell Clan after his father’s retirement or death (though let’s be honest, Blaise knew full well his father would never retire complete control of the Cromwell family willingly). It’s really due to Marilyn’s influence that Blaise learned how to “take care” of people, though of course in a way that kept a certain power dynamic between the caregiver and the subject -- namely, “Mother knows best, and only I will decide when you are well enough to leave your bed and go outside and play again.” The child Marilyn had the most difficulty molding to her satisfaction was always her third eldest and family black sheep, Lane, who was always so painfully soft-spoken and reluctant to play the part of a poised, perfect family in public. One of the few things Marilyn was able to bond with all of her children over -- which ironically was what also first earned Charles’s attention, when they met -- was her love of and talent for music. She played multiple instruments, including the flute, violin, and piano, and she always loved forcing her children to stand in front of the piano forte and sing for their father or guests. It always entertained Charles greatly, and it made Marilyn proud, to show off her children and their talents. 

Marilyn and Lane’s relationship, however, was shattered beyond repair when Lane ran away from home and eloped with a Muggle. Marilyn shared Charles’s contempt for the Muggle world, and she resented her daughter not only turning her back on her family after everything they’d -- and by extension she’d -- done for her, but also for forever shattering that perfect family image Marilyn had fought so hard to maintain for so many years. Sure, there were plenty of people who thought the Cromwell Clan was way more dysfunctional than outward appearances would suggest, but Lane’s departure was pretty solid confirmation of that presumption, which reflected badly on the whole family and their reputation. And that was simply unforgivable, for Marilyn. When Marilyn learned in 1964 that Lane and her new Muggle husband had given birth to a son, she expressed nothing but bitterness around her husband and adult children, solely referring to Jacob as nothing but “Lane’s bastard son.”

The following year, however, Marilyn’s heath took a very abrupt turn for the worse. After going on holiday to visit her family’s old vacation home in Greece, she came down with a very bad case of dragonpox. Although the disease isn’t normally deadly in young people, Marilyn’s frequent smoking had made her more vulnerable. This combined with her stoically trying to soldier through it at home rather than going to St. Mungo’s, so as to “save face” and not let anyone outside her family see her without her usual makeup and hair care regiments, proved to make things worse. Soon the eternally glamorous and flawless Marilyn Cromwell was reduced to a shell of her former self. Her hair had gone white, she vomitted so frequently that she could hold down almost no food at all, and she was so weak and emaciated that she couldn’t even stand, let alone walk. The most she was ever able to do was sit up, but even then, the pain and nausea she felt, coupled with the lack of restful sleep and the terror and anxiety she felt both about how unpolished she looked and her own looming mortality, began to affect Marilyn’s mental state. She started becoming more delusional and disoriented, babbling random things to her remaining family members as they sat at her bedside. The thing she brought up most was Lane’s son -- but surprisingly, her words were far more fretful, rather than cruel: 

“Laney’s baby. He’ll be a year soon.”

“It’ll be his first birthday soon.”

“We can’t forget about Laney’s baby. We must get something for the baby.”

A week later, Marilyn Cromwell was dead. Her last words were ascribed to delusion by her husband and children, rather than any kind of “last wish” or expression of regret. 

Visually Marilyn most resembled her eldest child, Pearl, though many years later, her granddaughter Carewyn occasionally heard members of established Ministry families like the Crouchs and the Fudges compare her to Marilyn, largely because of their similarly classy fashion sense and make-up. Marilyn’s face claim is Ingrid Bergman, an actress most famous for her role in Casablanca. 

Bonus AU where Marilyn had been able to send along a proper gift -- 

“The baby can have this owl until he gets a proper one, in time for school.” 💔

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #lineage challenge #marilyn cromwell #charles cromwell #blaise cromwell #pearl cromwell #claire cromwell #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #evan bach #my art #my writing #my headcanon is that marilyn's favorite animal was the owl #just like my maternal grandmother's was! #she had a whole collection of owl figures #my mum inherited some of them from her after she passed away

[drpaisleyduncan-archive]

✦ DANIELLE CAMPBELL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ PAISLEY DUNCAN the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for ONE MONTH and was a STRANGER to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the ER HEAD DOCTOR AT HIDE GENERAL who lives in HARLOW ESTATES are said to be PASSIONATE and STUBBORN but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

FULL NAME: dr. paisley duncan, m.d. NICKNAMES: pais, duncan, dunk AGE: 27 / august 2nd, 1996 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her FACECLAIM: danielle campbell HEIGHT: 5’3” SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: ER head doctor

tw: abandonment

paisley duncan was born august 2nd, 1996 in a very privileged family, her parents, edward and piper duncan, are owners of a widely-known vineyard supplying not just many known businesses not just in the country but around the world, but also the royal family. the duncans have always been raised to be prim and proper, but it was paisley, the oldest of the bunch, who is considered to be the black sheep of them all. but it wasn’t always like that, until her sibling was born and all the attention was on them instead. it was like she was expected to be abiding to the family’s rules yet at the same time, they do not care that much as they used to be with her anymore. that’s why she went against the family’s wishes, not caring if they wanted her to inherit the vineyard someday, instead, she took up a path of her own, packed her things and moved to a safe distance away from them, but not too far. she hasn’t told much people, even her family, but paisley always wanted to be a doctor, have a way to help people as she always dreamt of to begin with.

to start, she took up bachelor of science in human health and technology in the imperial college of london, of course, even if her parents did not agree with most of her decisions, they still decided to fund for her studies, but not because they support her, it was because they had a reputation to uphold, and at the same time, they wanted to prove paisley wrong for being able to survive on her own, achieve her goals, yet of course, as she was progressing, graduating from her pre-medical course and continuing to medical school, that’s when they realized, maybe paisley does not belong to where they’ve always wanted her to be all this time. yet it was too late, the aspiring doctor had been so distant that it was almost dead silent from her end, regardless of the fact that they were still sending her money for her studies.

after she graduated from medical school, the woman then took up the medical residency program, and that’s where she meets and got close with one of the other aspiring doctors taking up the program as well, of course, usually it was kind of a tight ship there, but with the two hitting it off instantly made things bearable for paisley. she didn’t like having a shoulder to lean on, but they made it so easy, cracked the hard exterior she’s always had growing up and before she knew it, the man had a hold of her heart. if she were to think about it, they are her first and greatest love, though she would never admit that out loud, spending times in on-call rooms, either giving each other a pop quiz, arguing about anything and everything, or just talking about their days, one finding the other taking a nap in the supply closet, to them hanging out outside of the hospital, those turning into dinner, into them basically realizing that they’re in love with each other. of course, they tried to make it work, but with the lines of their personal and professional relationship blurred out over the years from them being just residents to her going up the ranks and eventually paisley being the head doctor of the ER, paisley thought their relationship isn’t going to work anymore, hence to her ending up things with him after one of their shifts, even herself not knowing the reason why she had done such thing.

that was when at the same time she has met jonathan brown, or JJ, as she would prefer calling him, who was at first, she has always said would be impossible for her to fall for, given the reason that she wanted to fully focus on her growing career, but then the feeling he brings her is a force that she couldn’t stop, and eventually, along the way, she didn’t just care for the man who has gone through such a tough time because of his father, she has also unwittingly gave her heart to the man and the rest was history, her life was great, she was prospering with her career and her love life, until the latter suddenly crumbled and he disappeared from her life, which whenever she thought about it, it was karma from what she had done sometime before. for the past two years she’s always thought about it, until one day she finds herself handing her resignation and packing her things, to go to that place JJ has always mentioned to her about, and searched for him.

but now that paisley has found him, she doesn’t really know how to feel, never has she ever approached him, and would always turn away whenever he gets close. so…the woman is stuck in a town she does not know much of for the man who doesn’t know they’re in such a smaller world now.

#hidehillintro #// graphics credit in the source

[drpduncanfms]

[ janet montgomery, cis woman, she/her ] - was that PAISLEY DUNCAN i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-FIVE year old who has been in nightrest for THREE YEARS and works as a ER HEAD DOCTOR AT GRIGGS GENERAL has a reputation of being PASSIONATE, but also STUBBORN. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with NEON COLORED SNEAKERS MISMATCHING HER SCRUBS, HER HAIR IN DIFFERENT KINDS OF BRAIDS SURVIVING 12-HOUR SHIFTS, A PACK OF MALTESERS IN HER POCKET, A CUP OF COLD TEA LATTE. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

FULL NAME: dr. paisley duncan, m.d. NICKNAMES: pais, duncan, dunk AGE: 35 / august 2nd, 1987 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her FACECLAIM: janet montgomery HEIGHT: 5’6” SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: ER head doctor at griggs general

tw: pregnancy

paisley duncan was born august 2nd, 1987 in a very privileged family, her parents, edward and piper duncan, are owners of a widely-known vineyard in windsor, england supplying not just many known businesses not just in the country but around the world, but also the royal family. the duncans have always been raised to be prim and proper, but it was paisley, the oldest of the bunch, who is considered to be the black sheep of them all. but it wasn’t always like that, until her sibling was born and all the attention was on them instead. it was like she was expected to be abiding to the family’s rules yet at the same time, they do not care that much as they used to be with her anymore. that’s why she went against the family’s wishes, not caring if they wanted her to inherit the vineyard someday, instead, she took up a path of her own, packed her things and moved to the states. she hasn’t told much people, even her family, but paisley always wanted to be a doctor, have a way to help people as she always dreamt of to begin with.

to start, she took up bachelor of science in human health and technology in the university of new hampshire, of course, even if her parents did not agree with most of her decisions, they still decided to fund for her studies, but not because they support her, it was because they had a reputation to uphold, and at the same time, they wanted to prove paisley wrong for being able to survive on her own, achieve her goals, yet of course, as she was progressing, graduating from her pre-medical course and continuing to medical school, that’s when they realized, maybe paisley does not belong to where they’ve always wanted her to be all this time. yet it was too late, the aspiring doctor had been so distant that it was almost dead silent from her end, regardless of the fact that they were still sending her money for her studies.

after she graduated from medical school, the woman then moved to salem, to take up a residency program at the salem hospital, and that’s where she meets and got close with one of the other aspiring doctors taking up the program as well, of course, usually it was kind of a tight ship there, but with the two hitting it off instantly made things bearable for paisley. she didn’t like having a shoulder to lean on, but dom made it so easy, cracked the hard exterior she’s always had growing up and before she knew it, the man had a hold of her heart. if she were to think about it, he is her first and greatest love, though she would never admit that out loud, spending times in on-call rooms, either giving each other a pop quiz, arguing about anything and everything, or just talking about their days, one finding the other taking a nap in the supply closet, to them hanging out outside of the hospital, those turning into dinner, into them basically realizing that they’re in love with each other. of course, they tried to make it work, but with the lines of their personal and professional relationship blurred out over the years from them being just residents to her going up the ranks and eventually paisley being the head doctor of the ER, paisley thought their relationship isn’t going to work anymore, hence to her ending up things with him after one of their shifts, not knowing that she was pregnant with their child, which at first, she used to lie to him that the child wasn’t his, but eventually, when she was born, one look was all it took for him to know the truth. eventually, she makes a move to nightrest and transfers to work at griggs general, where she could at least put a distance between her and the father of her child without him missing out on anything about their daughter.

laurel duncan, the light of paisley’s life, someone who she looks forward to spending time with outside of her work, in fact, she is the only thing she has outside of her professional life. of course, she lets the young one spend time with her father, it wasn’t much of a discussion, all it took was one look when she was born and he knew she was his. besides only talking to him about anything hospital-related, laurel has been their only connection, paisley always finding ways to avoid discussions of their relationship.

now paisley only has two priorities in life, her career and her child, nothing else, unless life as a single mom in nightrest has something prepared for her.

#nightrest:intro

[ratsoh-writes]

How close to their brothers are each of these boys? Besties, distant, somewhere in between?

Atlas/Orion: they’re close in the sense of “no one bullies my bro except me”, but they aren’t best friends. They’ll have each other’s backs but don’t care what their bro is up to as long as he’s not being stupid

Fisher/Jasper: they’re extremely close. Jasper is everything to fisher and he loves his little brother dearly. And Jasper adores fisher as well. He tells him everything. Their brother dynamic is a little weird cause to Jasper, fisher is as much his dad to him as his older brother. He pretty much raised him. Fisher was already an adult when he was left an infant jasper. And so while he got some help from the other sea monsters, he did most of the work raising Jasper. Fisher plays both the best friend older brother role and the parental authority role for Jasper

Cider/barley: they’re a lot of sibling rivalry between them. Cider is the favored kid (of the family heads, not the parents. Their parents don’t play favorites) because of his responsibility and his loyalty to the family company. Barley is the black sheep for leaving so long ago, but he also is the favorite sometimes because he’s just really talented at the family trade. They love each other of course, but they butt heads a lot.

Ram/pitch: they’re close as bros and besties. It’s always been just the two of them before the crash, and while they have a found family in their friends now, they’ll still always put each other first. Ram and pitch have a brotherly loyalty people wish they had

Moose/maple: they’re also very close the same way ram and pitch are. For the longest time, it was just them together. Maple is especially protective over moose though. Moose has been through a lot, more than most monsters would survive. So maple is cautious of anyone getting too friendly with his big bro.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #outerfell #seatale #farmswap #farmfell #horrorfarm

[seeminglyseph]

for all future reference I am in a like blazing but pleasant state of stoned and that does mean I end up babbling a lot about possibly nothing based on whatever catches my interest because it’s my life man. I’m watching the conspiracy theory iceberg and pondering whether anything labelled ‘music to get stoned to’ would be like half blocked by content censors. also contemplating how to rework the facebook and instagram accounts I have for keeping touch with family so that I can try to make more of an effort to contact my family. It was really nice being able to talk openly about like... my mental health problems, at least partially and still like. have their respect and understanding. I feel a little like saying I was diagnosed with ADHD this year (not really but sh) and like explaining what starting medication felt like, which like flowed naturally into a conversation about how overstimulating life can be without even noticing it, it re contextualized me? Like I went from ‘really awkward and uninterested’ to ‘not entirely sure how to engage’ and my cousin and his wife shifted so easily into ‘okay we’re on the same level but speaking the wrong language’ like we didn’t even really have much of a problem before but it made things feel like... honestly reflecting on it, there was always my dad’s hand on my shoulder if I was doing something that damaged.... like... the image he wanted of our family in his family’s eyes, and without that I feel less like I’m trying to impress them and more like I’m trying to bond? I didn’t realise how competitive my dad was with his brother, and how much I like... internalized his need to put forth a respectable face to his family. My uncle was really distant, though I was a bit focused on myself at the time and I think he was doing the same. The loss of my dad and Neil so close together really shook us all up, but I’m starting to feel kind of optimistic now.... like I guess maybe I hit acceptance and while it’s not happiness it’s like. I have adapted to a world where they are not here. and... I really really regret I did not get to greet Neil as I am, I would like to think he would approve. I remember being like me in my teens, him in his twenties, like a ten year gap almost between us. His dad did nothing but give him shit for like a couple hours before dinner and he went out on the balcony for a smoke break sorta thing, and I went out with him. And we didn’t talk about what was going on. We talked about his music, and his band’s album cover, and I tried to sound like a smart artist person praising the like contrasts and ideas. and. I think that was the biggest moment I had where I just felt like.... “Our dads suck. Our dads hurt so much. I hate being the black sheep.” and maybe it didn’t mean anything to him, I don’t get to ask him now, but like. When he died I felt like... shortly after he died covid started. and I felt like. I hate... dressing and representing myself as someone else to try and gain approval. I don’t want to be womanly or feminine at all. I refuse. and it really led me down this pat of self discovery and like..... he was the rebel and he ran with the torch and I wanted to take up the torch too. I really wish I could express to him my gratitude for helping me survive, and find pieces of myself that I want to be. but I want to hold onto the family I have left now. and meeting with them again really helped open my eyes to the fact that it is actually safe to be vulnerable with them.

I didn’t expect to go there but I think that was a very cathartic journey of self discovery through rambling. wild. I think yesterday was a big step for me.... last year I had a complete breakdown over the fact it was Father’s Day. And now I feel like I have a family that actually means it when they offer comfort or company. so I gotta figure my head out enough to reach out. I like that.

#my life #grief cw

[drpaisleyduncan]

✦ CHLOE BENNET, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ PAISLEY DUNCAN the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for ONE DAY (SHE JUST GOT BACK) and was a STRANGER to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the ER DOCTOR AT HIDE GENERAL who lives in HARLOW ESTATES are said to be PASSIONATE and STUBBORN but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

FULL NAME: dr. paisley duncan, m.d. NICKNAMES: pais, duncan, dunk AGE: 27 / august 2nd, 1995 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her FACECLAIM: chloe bennet HEIGHT: 5’3” SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: ER doctor

paisley duncan was born august 2nd, 1996 in a very privileged family, her parents, edward and piper duncan, are owners of a widely-known vineyard supplying not just many known businesses not just in the country but around the world, but also the royal family. the duncans have always been raised to be prim and proper, but it was paisley, the oldest of the bunch, who is considered to be the black sheep of them all. but it wasn’t always like that, until her sibling was born and all the attention was on them instead. it was like she was expected to be abiding to the family’s rules yet at the same time, they do not care that much as they used to be with her anymore. that’s why she went against the family’s wishes, not caring if they wanted her to inherit the vineyard someday, instead, she took up a path of her own, packed her things and moved to the states. she hasn’t told much people, even her family, but paisley always wanted to be a doctor, have a way to help people as she always dreamt of to begin with.

to start, she took up bachelor of science in human health and technology in the university of new hampshire, of course, even if her parents did not agree with most of her decisions, they still decided to fund for her studies, but not because they support her, it was because they had a reputation to uphold, and at the same time, they wanted to prove paisley wrong for being able to survive on her own, achieve her goals, yet of course, as she was progressing, graduating from her pre-medical course and continuing to medical school, that’s when they realized, maybe paisley does not belong to where they’ve always wanted her to be all this time. yet it was too late, the aspiring doctor had been so distant that it was almost dead silent from her end, regardless of the fact that they were still sending her money for her studies.

after she graduated from medical school, the woman then moved to memphis, to take up a residency program at the baptist memorial hospital, and that’s where she meets and got close with one of the other aspiring doctors taking up the program as well, of course, usually it was kind of a tight ship there, but with the two hitting it off instantly made things bearable for paisley. she didn’t like having a shoulder to lean on, but they made it so easy, cracked the hard exterior she’s always had growing up and before she knew it, the man had a hold of her heart. if she were to think about it, he is her first and greatest love, though she would never admit that out loud, spending times in on-call rooms, either giving each other a pop quiz, arguing about anything and everything, or just talking about their days, one finding the other taking a nap in the supply closet, to them hanging out outside of the hospital, those turning into dinner, into them basically realizing that they’re in love with each other. of course, they tried to make it work, but with the lines of their personal and professional relationship blurred out over the years from them being just residents to her going up the ranks and eventually paisley being an ER doctor, paisley thought their relationship isn’t going to work anymore, hence to her ending up things with him after one of their shifts. eventually, she makes a move to hidehill and transfers to work at hide general, where she could at least put a distance between her and her former lover.

though upon learning the news that her father has fallen ill, paisley had no choice but to leave abruptly to see his condition herself, not having time to give her farewells to the people she has quickly grown to care about over the month she has stayed in town, regardless of the deaths that has happened, she had ached to come back to what seems like the belly of the beast now upon learning the news about hidehill, once she has made sure that her father was making recovery, and that she could go back.

#hidehillintro #// graphics credit in source !

[headcanonsformeforyouofmyships]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Au Dogs

I had to expose about dogs at school, and I started to think a lot about which dog would be each character. Since I don't have time to draw, I leave it here to remember later.

Gojo as a white wolf with blue eyes

Because Wolves are bigger and stronger than most dogs.

Wolves are one of the most intelligent and strategic animals that exist in the planet and are complicated, although they can be playful, are still dangerous because they are wild animals that are not made to be domesticated

As it is a dog Au, I think there would only be a one wolf, that is why Gojo would stand out among the others

Geto as a Calupoh

Calupoh is a mexican black wolfdog.

They are noble, loyal, protective and stable dogs, with great tolerance and good with children. But their temperament can be altered by their wolf genes, so they can become distant or they can show aggressiveness on some occasions, probably the fault of fear or stress, they are also dogs that tend to dominate, putting their educator to the test more than once.

The personality of the Calupoh reminds me of Geto before and after Riko's death

Calupoh is a Wolfdog because is a hybrid of wolf and dog, the percentage of their wolf genes go from 25% to 75% depending on the kennel. So I think Wolf!Gojo could see Geto as his equal.

Shoko as a Cat

I just see Shoko as a different category.

I've been thinking about which dog would Shoko fit. But I always see her as a cat. Because she just does what she wants, she goes at a different pace than everyone else and she excels in the Jujutsu world in a way opposite to Gojo. She doesn't really fight, she also doesn't seem to care about sorcerer grades and didn't have much interest in that part of the Jujutsu world in general, when she was young she preferred to do other things than spend time in class or missions and when Geto became a traitor. She just stepped aside, she didn't try to stop him but she didn't join him either.

Utahime as a Black Shiba Inu

Utahime is someone who has respect for traditions and she also represents various things that the Japanese appreciate in a person.

I think a traditional Japanese dog is good match with someone who usually dressed as Miko and Shibas are considered the oldest and smallest of Japan's dogs.

Shibas have a docile, calm and reliable temperament, but also can be a bold and alert dog. Their personality reminds me of Utahime.

Mei Mei as Afghan hounds

Afghan hounds are considered elegant and aristocratic dogs because they are independent, intelligent, dignified, and aloof in general —they're not easy to train because they only obey when they want and it suits them, for that reason their temperament is often compared to that of a cat's.

Is a dog that can be made the typical braid that Mei Mei uses for its long coat. The personality, color and also its appearance reminds me of Mei mei

Nanami as Andalusian Hound

The Andalusian Hound is known for being loyal to its family, gentle and calm in nature. They are celebrated for their intellect and can learn new tasks quickly. Their intelligence can make them more demanding, and does well with a strong authority figure. Andalusian Hounds can be somewhat protective and suspicious of strangers, so they make good watchdogs with kids.

Is a dog that reminds me of Nanami, he is serious, intelligent and alert but he is also kind.

Haibara as Flat-coated retriever

The Flat-coated Retriever is an active multi-talented hunting dog with a strong desire to please people. They are trusting and docile being an affectionate pet.

It is a dog that fits well with Haibara's positive attitude and the excitement he felt at the idea of working with his superiors.

Toji as Caucasian Shepherd Dog

It is a very famous Russian dog, I chose it because this dog was mostly used as a wolf hunter and prison guard.

It is a dog used to take care of cattle and kill wolves, the dog usually hides inside the flock of sheep. when the wolves appear, they are unaware of the dog's presence, and the dog attacks the unsuspecting wolves. Due to his size, strength, and thick fur, this dog is capable of taking on two wolves at the same time.

This dog is difficult to breed, although it develops a strong bond with its owner, it will rarely be submissive, since a dog of this breed trusts more in its instincts, to the point of disobeying its owner's orders in certain situations.

+ Bonus:

I see this as a Gojo!Wolf teasing Utahime for being the smallest and weakest dog among the pack and she fed up with him

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