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setaripendragon · 2 years

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Little Sallyanne

Hi, I'm back! Sorry for the long absence, but RL sucks, and I haven't been writing much of anything I'd be willing to share lately. Except it's now Camp NaNo, and I wrote this in a frenzy instead of working on my NaNo project, of fucking course XD It's a Peaky Blinders fanfic, because that seems to be my go-to comfort-fandom at the moment for some reason??? What if Tommy went looking for Polly's children sometime during the first season, and he found Sally-Anna-Sallyanne-whatever-her-name-is-does-anyone-know before she died? WARNING: It doesn't come up overly explicitly in the fic, but it is Very Important for you to know that Sally was a child when she was deported, and this little ficlet was, in large part, inspired by a couple of articles I read about the truly horrific circumstances deported children ended up in around that time. This Sally is a deeply traumatised thirteen-year-old survivor of both sexual and physical abuse. (And Tommy knows this, knows it was done to her by the people she was given to because the government deemed his Aunt 'not fit' to care for children, and he is half a world and a month of travel away from being able to exact revenge.) If that might upset you, this may not be the fic for you. Please proceed with caution, if you decide to proceed at all. (Also, jsyk, when writing Sally in this fic, I was picturing the actress who played Lyra in the His Dark Materials series, because I swear, she looks a bit like Ada (and also Polly was the voice of her dad's daemon).)

The train rattles and clacks its way along the tracks, and Sally resists the urge to hold her breath. She hadn’t believed it when the guy in the flat-cap loitering by the Home’s fence said he was there to take her home, and she still hadn’t believed it even when she was fleeing into the night on his heels with a fire blooming out of her bedroom window behind her, and she still hadn’t believed it when instead of turning out just like every other adult there he put her on a ferry back to England under a fake name. Now, here she is on a train back to Birmingham, after ten years of trying to get here, and she’s still not quite sure she believes it.

She turns her passport over in her fingers, and looks at the name above her picture again. Miss Salima Elizabeth Shelby, it says. That’s her mother’s maiden name, she knows. She remembers. Everything from before being fostered is fuzzy, but she’s clung to what she does remember fiercely, because mostly what she remembers is being loved. She remembers her mother, her dark hair and warm voice, and she remembers her brother, mostly how funny it was to put mud down the back of his shirt and make him yell, and she remembers her aunt, with her piercing eyes and her secretive smiles.

She’s desperately glad that whoever that guy was, he thought to use her mother’s maiden name for this, because she knows she can’t be Anna Gray anymore. Even though no one’s called her Anna Gray for ten years, it’s who she’s been in her heart. Anna Sarah Gray, her mother’s little Sallyanne, no matter how many other names she’s been given. None of them were her, were hers.

But Anna Sarah Gray was deported, and she’ll be deported again if anyone finds out she’s in England again. And she’ll die before she goes back there. She’ll kill anyone who tries to fucking send her back there. So, she needs a new name, and it was a kindness, a bewildering, unexpected kindness, for that name to be one that has pieces of her already in it. Sally Shelby is a name she can fit herself into, can make her own.

The train screeches a warning as it starts to break, and Sally looks up sharply. Outside the window, she can see the sign that reads ‘Birmingham’ outside, and she stares at it until the train drifts to a stop, and then she pinches herself. It hurts, so she’s not dreaming.

She’s not dreaming. This is real.

She hasn’t cried since she was five years old, but now she feels her eyes sting. Furious with herself, she knuckles at her eye and jerks to her feet, snatching up her case and bolting for the door, not caring who she elbows or kicks on her way. She’s been fighting for this moment for ten years, she’s not going to waste another fucking second dithering about having feelings when she could be getting one step closer to her real family.

“Oi!” someone shouts after her as she swings her suitcase into his knee to get them to move out of the train car’s door. “You little-!” they holler, but Sally’s already hopping down onto the platform, and looking around, getting her bearings and trying to remember where she needs to go.

A large hand grabs her arm, and something that’s kind of like panic, and kind of like rage lights her up inside until she can barely see straight, and she brings her suitcase around again but the guy is ready for it this time, and he blocks it with his arm. “Shit! You watch what you’re doing, girl, or-”

Sally bites him on the arm, since her suitcase isn’t working as a bludgeon anymore. The man yells in shock and pain, and a smack catches her in the side of her head, but she only digs her teeth in harder, until she can taste blood. He lets go of her arm, but his other hand grabs her hair, trying to shake her loose.

And then she’s being let go, because the guy that grabbed her has been slammed back into the train, his heels slipping on the edge of the platform, and there’s blood streaming down his face from a cut that goes right through one eye. The man that’s pinning him there raises a blood-stained cap in the hand that isn’t fisted in the other guy’s shirt, and slashes it across the other eye. Blood spills.

“You’re fucking lucky,” the guy with the murder cap in his hand snarls, “that I’m only taking your fucking eyes. If you ever touch her again, I’ll cut off your fucking cock and make you eat it before you bleed out. Am I making myself perfectly fucking clear?”

“Y-yessir,” the other guy whimpers.

Murder cap guy nods once, and releases him with a shove that sends the bleeding guy staggering down the platform and vanishing into the crowd within moments. Murder cap guy takes a breath, sets his fucking amazing cap back on his head, and only then turns to face Sally.

Oh. Those eyes are just like Aunt Marra’s. Sally remembers that piercing, unearthly blue. “Yeh alrigh’, Sally?” the man who has to be her cousin asks, as if there isn’t blood splattered all over his cap, and he didn’t just blind a man just for touching her.

“Can I have one?” Sally blurts out before she can think of anything smarter to say.

Her cousin, she’s not sure which one, the older ones all kind of just blurred together in her memory, looks taken-aback for a moment, before he smiles. It’s a crooked little thing, and more than a bit mean, but Sally doesn’t mind. “I think that can be arranged,” he agrees, tipping his bloody cap to her.

Sally grins, fierce and feral and eager.

“Do you remember me?” Her cousin asks as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

“You’re my cousin,” Sally says, because that much she does remember.

Her cousin tips his head in acknowledgement, but what he says is, “Half-brother,” with a nod towards her hand. She looks down, and sees her passport still clutched there, and remembers that she’s not Anna Gray anymore. She’s Sally Shelby.

“Right,” Sally agrees. “Half-brother. Mikey’s my cousin.”

“Tha’s right,” her new half-brother confirms, smiling that crooked smile again. “I’m Tommy.”

The name sparks a memory, and Sally brightens. “You used to play horses with me!” she exclaims, remembering being carted around on Tommy’s shoulders, and yanking on his hair to make him go whichever way she pleased.

Tommy’s crooked smile becomes a crooked grin. “That was me,” he confirms. He hesitates a moment, then holds out a hand to her. “Come on, the rest of the family’s waiting for us back at The Garrison.”

Sally thinks it would probably be safe to take his hand, but it doesn’t feel safe, so she doesn’t. She just hefts her suitcase and looks at Tommy expectantly, making it clear she’s ready to go without touching him. He nods to her, accepting her choice, and sticks his hand back in his pocket as he turns and heads for the exit. Sally hurries a little to catch up, then falls into step beside him.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble or something?” Sally asks as the crowd parts to let them through.

“Not in this neighbourhood,” Tommy replies blithely. “Anyone ‘ere gives you any trouble, you just tell ‘em your name, you tell ‘em you’re a Shelby, and they’ll know better than to mess with you,” he promises. It’s a nice promise, and Sally almost believes it, after the way he said hello. She believes it more and more, as people keep giving them both a wide berth as they make for the street; him with his blood-stained cap, and her with blood on her teeth, side-by-side and ready to fight the world.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #anna gray #sally gray #whatever her name is #get your shit together canon #TW: child abuse #TW: rape #Sally and Tommy are the same shade of feral #they will pick a fight just to have the fight win or lose #because they both know the enemies are lurking #and the world will only offer them pain either way #and they'd rather go down swinging #LITTLE SALLYANNE WITH A FLAT-CAP FULL OF RAZORS AND A MOUTH FULL OF BLOOD #I love this feral gremlin child #TV show: -gives this character an off-screen death and half a name-#Me: ...this character is now my favourite character in this whole damn show

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tiny-tigers · 2 years

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#kobe ford #sallyanne ford #ford family

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sinegard · 11 months

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OK I WATCHED THE EPISODE DID STEWY NOT SHOW UP TO THE FUNERAL???? where was that pic from did u guys lie to me wtf

#SANDY WAS THERE STEWY SHOULDA BEEN THERE TOO #HE WOULDVE SEEN CAROLINE SITTING W MARCIA AND SALLYANNE AND KERRY #AND BEEN LIKE 'itll be me n rava n naomi when kenny dies <3'

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x8korrcjwaqeo · 1 year

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xddmcwzav · 1 year

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pr8yy · 10 months

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⋆ Sallyanne ⋆ Zariel Tiefling ⋆ Druid ⋆

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tvgremlin · 11 months

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Caroline bringing together Kerry, Marcia and Sallyanne was my avengers assemble.

#succession #hbo succession #succession hbo

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maremote · 11 months

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the kerry marcia sallyanne caroline moment was literally the most wonderful thing my eyes have ever witnessed.

#og #succession

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richardnixonlibrary · 2 months

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Visit our website to learn about President Nixon's focus on increasing women's rights in America!

Image: Nixon administration women appointees (L-R first row): Ethel Bent Walsh, Brigadier General Jeanne Holm, Rose Mary Woods, Virginia Knauer, Helen Delich Bentley, Jayne Baker Spain, Evelyn Eppley, Barbara Franklin, Sallyanne Payton, Elizabeth Hanford, Georgiana Sheldon, Virginia Allan, Carol Khosrovi, Paula Tennant, Brereton Sturtevant, and Gloria Toote. 4/29/1972, WHPO-8967-05

#international women's day #women's history month

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chocfrog-enjoyer · 5 months

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~ Fanfic Reccomendation ~

OKAY I decided that I’ll finally recommend a fic. This is one of my absolute favorites and a must read for any HP fan.

“The Strange Disappearance of SallyAnne Perks” by Paimpont

It’s an amazing fanfic, focused on finding out what happened to Sally Anne Perks. A real Harry Potter character who’s name appeared once and never again. She was sorted before Harry and that’s the only time her name was mentioned. During OWL’s when the students from Harry’s year are called in the same order they were during sorting her name is absent.

The mystery is incredibly interesting and its solution very unexpected! I did have a lot of theories while reading but none of them were exactly right!

The fic has no parings, and takes place during third year. Harry’s main help in resolving the mystery of the girl is Hermione.

One of my absolute favs ( I’m even translating it to Polish on my Wattpad ), not too long, if you have time READ IT!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6243892/1/The-Strange-Disappearance-of-SallyAnne-Perks

#harry potter #hp #hp fandom #hogwarts #albus dumbledore #harry potter analysis #harry potter blog #hp blog #hp fanfic #hp fanfcition #fanfic #fanfiction #hermione granger #hermione #hp fic #fanfic rec #fanfic reccomendation

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h1pp0campus · 2 years

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Behold! The most fantastic bust of a dog! $10 at Sally Ann. #yyj #victoria #victoriabc #bc#canada #vancouverisland #sallyann #salvationarmyfinds (at View Royal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-sjdRLIVD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#yyj #victoria #victoriabc #bc #canada #vancouverisland #sallyann #salvationarmyfinds

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cqstiel1 · 9 months

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The episode — (. . .)

the lost episode. - sweet love

I was a player of the game Amor Doce for more than 4 months, and I didn't know where to give my testimonial, because today, when I tell this, no one believes me. I really liked the game, you know? I was always checking if there were new episodes, I was always looking at the official server that is Amour Sucré to see if they released a new episode to play. I didn't use to participate in forums, I only saw them to see if there was a new game, otherwise not. I've played every episode released. Seriously, I got so addicted to this game that I used to buy Cash and action points all the time in the bank, in addition to what I saved, and so I ended up finishing all the episodes in less than 2 months. And if I had known I would never have done that, because it made me anxious for more episodes, since the creators of the game don't have all that speed, wow, I wanted more, I wanted a new episode! So in that desperation I started looking at the forums, the French server, to see if a new episode was coming. Until at dawn, searching the site's forum, I saw something that gave me hope... It was a topic on the forum, the title of the topic was "Episodes in Test of Sweet Love", as you know, I was always looking for a new episode, so when I saw this topic I thought: "ah must be talking about demo episode" but even so I clicked on the topic to read what it was about. When I clicked there, the first thing I found strange, is that the user who had opened the topic, her game avatar had been deleted, so I couldn't click on her profile, but it was still there, her nickname was "lucie99". I even found it strange, because the moderators and monitors are always aware of topics like this, or even delete it, in addition to it being without any supervision. But I soon forgot about it, when I read what was written in the thread. What the thread said was this:

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Hello Amor Doce players, I know that many of you are looking forward to a new episode of your favorite game, well, because of that Chinomiko and SallyAnne (graphic designer and scriptwriter of the game) are making available "test episodes" for you game users to test, as they are hiring people to be on the quality team of the episodes, before going through the moderators and administrators to be officially placed in the game. So they want the public's opinion on the plot for new episodes! subscribe to this topic, and leave your subscription message just below it. And right after subscribing, log out, wait for 30 minutes, and log in again, and the episodes will be there, for you to test and say what you think of these episodes."

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When I read this I thought it was nothing but a joke so much until he got no response from anyone. But I subscribed to the thread anyway, and posted my subscription message. I did everything as recommended, I logged out, waited the requested time, then logged in again. And there were 6 episodes available to test... and as soon as I clicked on the first one to test, Chinomiko came, I thought she was different, because the character was not conventionally dressed, she was wearing long black clothes, covering up to her neck, but still with the traditional bat wings, saying that none of these episodes will spend Action Points or cash, as they were test episodes, and that our character could play in 3 modes. And that what they saw here, could not be commented on the game's forum, otherwise "they" would see it, and there would be consequences, such as account block banning, I accepted the terms and continued playing.

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As soon as Chinomiko disappeared, 3 options appeared as she said, the options were as follows:

_ _ _

A — spy so that it is not seen.

B — act in the story normally.

C — go away

— So I chose option "A", which was spying, and right away it opened up new scenarios, and oddly enough, they were all outside Sweet Amoris school. They were houses, and possibly they should have been the houses of the characters in the game and their respective families, when I saw this, I started to think it was cool, because nobody knew about the lives of the characters outside of school, except for interviews with the game's graphic designer, other than that, nobody knows anything, and I was going to be the first to find out. But if I had known what I was about to witness... The first house was a white house. beautiful on the outside, it looked like the home of well-to-do people, like those closed-off houses, so it was the first one I entered. And to my surprise it was Nathaniel's house. And there he was, his sister, his mother and father. The character narrated everything she saw, as I'm doing a little here, and unlocked the first image, in this image, everyone was smiling, she said when she saw them that "it looked like a margarine commercial" everyone smiling, around a dinner table, even Ambre, his sister didn't look like the same pest from the game, even she was different, they were talking until

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the first choices appeared within the game:

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A — Hear what they're talking about

B — Go away

Obviously I chose "A" again as I was very curious to know, but soon things started to distort from the beautiful picture, what they were talking about. It was a common conversation at first:

Father: Ambre, Nathaniel, how was your day at that orienteering race? Did everything go well?

Ambre: Oh dad, you wouldn't guess, Nathaniel not only refused to help me, he tried to RUN away in the woods with his running partner. The principal almost called the police, but when they came back, she told them not to mention any of this to you because they had already found the two, and they didn't want to tarnish the school's reputation. luckily they found it, even the girl thought they were lost... but since I'm a "good daughter" I'm telling you everything as usual!

Father: Is that true Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: B-but...?! Amber why did you tell?!?!

Ambre: Because you deserve to be punished for not helping me. I hope daddy doesn't moderate this time...

Father: And he will be darling, don't worry. Nathaniel after we finish the meal you accompany me.

Apparently the conversation was about the orienteering race from episode 11. As I had chosen Nathaniel as a partner, I had understood the subject of the conversation, as we had really gotten lost, and the Principal asked him not to say anything, so as not to tarnish the school's image, since we had appeared. But I was curious, where would Nathaniel accompany his father? Would the father hit him? Punish? I was angry that Ambre had told dad, and little did I know what I was going to see, until they finished eating, dad said to Nathaniel "shall we?"

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and came the following options: _ _ _

A — Follow the two and see what will happen.

B — Go away

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I chose "A", and other options came again:

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A — He is sure? (The chosen option cannot be reversed.)

B — Go away

Logical, the size of my curiosity that I was sure I wanted to see. After that, I followed the two of them, going through new scenarios inside his house, corridors that got darker and darker, until I reached the basement of the house. When I walked in there, I was scared. It looked like a cult room, there was a pentagram on the wall and ceiling, red and black candles around it, and torture materials, not those you use in sadomasochism, but real torture, medieval ones, with the intention of seriously hurting. And what I saw was not pleasant at all... Nathaniel was chained, and began to be brutally tortured, his father whipped his back, with a whip bathed in what looked like a liquid made of glass, similar to cerol, and did it until they bleed, and formed deep wounds, and asked him to repeat parts of the bible that talked about punishments and dishonor, and what impressed me the most, was that his father did this smiling. His father was smiling sadistically, and there was a gleam, a devilish satisfaction in his eyes, it was different from the look he had had before, it was too real a look, and he lit a pipe too and started smoking, in a way that seemed to give him satisfaction doing all that. Nathaniel chained up, screaming in pain, and begging his father to stop, but the more he said this, the more his father smiled, and laughed, and whipped harder, and said "You think it's over? I promised my little darling I wouldn't temper it." then on Nathaniel's back there was a wound so deep that you could stick your whole fingers into it, and that's what his father did, he thrust his fingers into the wound on his back and began to tear them down, while the blood splattered onto his clothes, and he laughed, with a devilishly happy face, in the pleasure of torturing. After that Nathaniel almost fainted, but his father revived him, and took a black suitcase, which inside looked like a first aid kit, but only with injectable medicine in suspicious bottles, and syringes. He took one of these medicines and a syringe, and said:

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- Your punishment is over, remember that whenever you try to escape from here, I will find you and the next one will be worse. And even then it wouldn't do any good, because the way you're addicted to "this here" you'd beg to come back at the time you needed it;- and injected him with the syringe-; That's why I addicted you, because you'll always be my slave and I'll always be able to do whatever I want with you. I love torturing you, because I enjoy your pain.

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Right after that, his dad came out there was just the dark, sinister basement, and you could see Nathaniel crouched in a corner in the dark, chained up, but he wasn't saying or doing anything, he was just standing there, and he seemed to be looking at me, as if he knew I was there seeing everything, a dead, somber look. I got really scared with what I saw, and I decided to leave when the dialogues ended, but when I clicked to leave, I went back to the same room, only each frame he was closer, closer, until his face covered the screen, in a frightening way that you could only see his eyes, dead looking at you, and see that he was smiling the same way as his father, a devilish smile, directly at me, and he said to the void

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"do you also enjoy my pain?"

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at the same time my computer crashed and the screen went black, I tried to turn it back on and I couldn't, until the light in my house went out and everything went dark, I turned on the light on my cell phone and looked for a candle, and I lit it, but I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even if I tried, because every time I closed my eyes or went to a darker corner of the house, I saw him looking at me in the dark with that dead, hateful look and that macabre smile.

The next day the power came back on and I took my computer to a technician who said that my computer couldn't be repaired anymore, but they could save part of the contents of its memory, but it didn't matter, after that I didn't want to know about computers, the internet, or the game Amor Doce. So after a while I bought a new computer, and I was finally able to put the saved part of the memory back, and from that horrible memory there was only the print I took of the message from that unknown user:

And after a while I went back to see the game's website, and it was normal, as if that had never happened, I tried to look for that topic again but I couldn't find it. I tried contacting a moderator about the incident, and none of them said they knew about testing new episodes, or about that topic. So I made a topic on the forum, also asking about it, and telling a little about my experience, but nothing. The moderators got fed up with me, thinking I was crazy, and deleted my topic. Is it possible that this just happened to me?

Right after that, there was a new message in my inbox. And it was from lucie99. I was perplexed, as she was a deleted user, and I hadn't added her as a friend for her to message me, so that would be illogical. I wasn't going to open it, but in the end my curiosity was so much that I decided to open it and read it. And it said the following:

"Prey user."

— Thank you for testing the episode in question. Too bad you couldn't test the other 5 remaining episodes, but even so, thank you for helping us. There's only one problem.

— You were warned that you couldn't comment on this to anyone right at the beginning of the episode, and to our surprise we saw your forum thread talking about it. Unfortunately we will have to take measures.

"Sincerely: lucie99"

As soon as I finished reading it, a black pop up window opened. I only managed at first to hear a distorted sound like static, it was horrible, deafening, hideous, like it had people screaming mixed in with it, and it was coming out of my computer. When a sentence appeared on the screen, a message to me:

"LOOK FROM YOUR WINDOW YOU BITCH, NOW YOU'RE GOING TO DIE. I LOVE TORTURING YOU BECAUSE I ENJOY YOUR PAIN."

After that I locked my bedroom door, hid in the closet, and felt something enter my house and try to break down my door. It made some noises as if it were an animal, a monster, and always repeating that phrase, then I started to pray that everything would stop. And when it finally stopped, and I got out, all I saw were footprints that looked like hooves from some strange animal. Then I realized that he hadn't left, he was walking in the ceiling of the house.

I ran as fast as I could out of there and went to my nearest relative's house. And I told him what happened, he said that it could just be bandits, that they must have traced my address and come, and that the rest because of the adrenaline, I should have guessed or something. But I still didn't go back there, and I sold the house. Today after a while, I took courage to talk about this subject again and ask, if you happen to find this topic in the forum, or this user, stay away. To this day I have to take sleeping pills.

( — : Credits: https://creepypastabrasil.fandom.com/pt-br/wiki/Amor_Doce-Epis%C3%B3dio_Perdido)

. . . < Remember, none of this can be real.

#Sweet love #amor doce #mcl nathaniel #creepypasta fandom

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ice-and-starlight · 1 year

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It's been a few days, but if you were still interested in that ask meme....

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

=D Yeay! An ask!

Hooooo, okay, so, I have a LOT of fanfic that I'm theoretically working on/daydreaming about that doesn't get shared, but, uh, lets see what's not too horrifying to share...

I spent a couple of weeks a few months ago binge-watching Criminal Minds, and got infected by a plotbunny of Dean Winchester/Aaron Hotchner(/Haley Brooks) as a sort of... fix it crossover where, because they're both protagonists from rather different genres, their different approach manages to fix things in the other 'verse.

As in, Dean kills Foyet in proper I'm-fresh-out-of-hell-and-you-did-WHAT-to-my-boyfriend?! style. With added bonus 'you think you're good with a knife? Boy, have I got some things to show you. Say hello to Alastair for me when you get down there'.

And Hotch (and the team) profile the fucking devil so well they manage to talk him down from trying to wipe out humanity. (He goes off to fuck up heaven instead.)

I've gotten bits and pieces of, well, backstory written up, plus some 'Dean meets the BAU' and 'Hotch meets hunters' scenes that I love, but I've gotten stuck on something really stupid and just haven't managed to get my brain to move past it, so I haven't actually written the parts I started writing the story for yet ^^" (this happens to me a lot).

What else?

I have been working, on and off, on a Critical Role Time Travel AU that's actually kind of a spin-off of my very first Critical Role fic which is 'Molly lives rent-free in Caleb's head for the entire rest of the campaign' because as I was watching it I was constantly thinking 'but how would Molly react to this?!' so I wrote it (some of it).

And then I thought 'okay, but what if, okay, I know time-travel is supposed to be semi-impossible, but what if it is technically POSSIBLE, it's just that going backwards through time essentially destroys the soul/spirit/whatever, EXCEPT, of course, that when Caleb does it, he has a BONUS SOUL coming along for the ride, and it's basically enough for Molly to get through more or less intact?'

And then the Moonweaver is like 'fuck, you are my Most Troublesome Worshipper, what am I going to do with you?' and Molly is, you know, themself, so the Moonweaver, also being a goddess of lovers trysts, nudges things until Lucien ends up with twin baby brothers (Molly and Kingsley are both Aspects of the same being, and thus inextricably linked, so bits and pieces of Kingsley got dragged along for the ride, only not enough for him to have more than Weird Instincts) and a bonus Moonweaver Cleric mum.

Was this an excuse to write canon!verse Tealeaf triplets? Yes. Yes it was.

Did it turn into a Ridiculous Epic Saga of the Tea Leaves (Molly, Kingsley, Caduceus, Keg, and Ophelia Mardun) treking across all of Wildmount trying to save people from the future and stumbling into messes along the way? Yes. Yes it did.

Did I actually manage to write any of the actual story? No. I wrote backstory instead, and ended up mostly writing about the adventures of two separate Parent Squads that are probably... 40-60% OCs? doing a tiny little Molly's bidding. It very much became a And You Get A Parent And You Get A Parent And You Get Three Parents story.

I have Such Plans for this AU (including, importantly, a Shadowidomauk endgame), but, alas, actually writing it is proving... difficult.

One more for luck?

Hmm... I have Ideas for a Peaky Blinders AU based on my Little Sallyanne fic? It's not very well fleshed out yet, but it definitely results in Sally murdering the shit out of her brother's terrible wife, adopting her nibling, and going on to severely fuck up nazis when WWII rolls around.

This one is Percolating, and I'm really not sure what I want to do with it, exactly. Just general Vibes of Tommy being the feral gremlin mentor to my beloved feral gremlin child. (Also, Sally getting semi-adopted by Alfie Solomons, maybe, because here's this child going around claiming to be Jewish when she's not, and Alfie's like 'no, either you fucking Stop That, or you commit to the fucking bit' and Sally's like '-starry eyes- Okay Dad'. I would have to do a lot of research to do this justice because I'm aware that I don't know enough to know how to write this properly ^^" Basically, I just want everyone adopting her like a starving feral cat who will absolutely bite the hand that feeds her)

Technically, I think you can say that things like Never Simple, Not All Who Wander, and the various other unfinished things on my writing blog are all on a backburner right now? As well as the next instalments in my Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach and Gramarye and Trapped In The Amber series also count. I am Thinking About Them a lot, but there's either not enough for me to get my teeth stuck into, or my teeth are stuck and I can't chew on them properly =P

#Ask meme response #Supernatural #Criminal Minds #Critical Role #Peaky Blinders #Dean Winchester #Aaron Hotchner #Mollymauk Tealeaf #Alfie Solomons

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Course, I know p2

Media: IRL

Character: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple: Thomas Brodie Sangster X Reader

Rating: Adorable

Concept: Haunting Memories

I sat in bed working in my knitting keeping the yawn wrapped around my fingers.

"You heard much of Sam today?" I asked

"No pet. He's off with his girly again" Thomas says holding his cars manual in his hand as well as the ball of yawn I was working with between his legs letting it roll about the covers as I pulled on it

"I don't like Sallyanne"

"Pet. He could be spending his evenings with a little girl from the street corner, some shop clerk, a little lady, oil heiress, or the princess of England herself. You still wouldn't be happy"

"He's my little boy. I'm allowed to be disapproving" I answered "let me put it to you this way let's say Evelyn came home with a cute little boy?"

"Absolutely not" he says

"See"

"Touche pet" he rolled his eyes giving my cheek a kiss "now. How's about you put that knitting down and get cosy for a snuggle?" He smirked putting his book down and trying to give me a cuddle and some kisses

"Thomas! Get off you silly boy!" I told him "three was enough I'm not letting you do your snuggles again we don't have any more bedrooms" I pushed him away and returning to my knitting

"Mum you should be in bed" Evelyn says as she came into my room

"I am dear" I told her

"Mum. It's late get to sleep" she says taking my knitting and putting it to the side trying to tuck the covers around me

"Alright." I sighed "goodnight Evelyn"

"Night mum" she says going to the door

"Good night Thomas" I yawned

"Ummm goodnight pet" he smiled, cuddling up behind me and giving me a kiss.

I stood in the kitchen doing the last bits of the washing up from lunch today and drying my hands on my apron looking at my reflection in the pan, noticing my red lipstick on my teeth

"Ohh for goodness" I sighed getting a tissue and cleaning it off my teeth and hurrying to the small kitchen door where the madness of noise was coming from.

I saw the beautiful green garden, the old shelter with plants growing on top,

"Daddy!" Sam giggled as Thomas spun him around across the grass "more daddy more!"

"More? Alright then, ready. Set. Spin!" He laughed once again spinning him around the garden

"I wanna turn daddy! My turn!" Evelyn smiled as she ran over in her little dress

"Awww my big girly wanna turn. Of course my big girl can have a turn. But if Sams a spinner? Hummm Eve's a spitfire!" He laughed lifting her up to let her fly

"Yay! Fly high!" She giggled "mummy look! Look how high I am!"

"Put her down" I sighed and he did indeed put her down letting her run off with Sam "you silly boy" I laughed poking his chest and he happily gave me a cuddle

"I know. I just like keeping them happy" he shrugs

"Ummm, need to use all those brains in that big blonde head."

"Brains? Pet you know I can't count past ten unless I ain't got my shoes on" he laughed

"Well. Maybe if you tried using your head every once in a while"

"I'm always using my head" he complained

"The one stops your neck. Not the other one" I laughed

"Awwww but I'm so good with the other one" he smirked pulling me closer and grinding his hips against my own "I can count above ten using that head"

"Can you? How so?" I giggled

"I count the kisses" he smiled peppering me with kisses

"Ohh get off you silly boy" I giggled Pushing him away "where's Liza?"

"In her little bed. She's being ever such a good girl" he smiled going and picking baby liza up from her little pram to give her a cuddle "here she is. My baby girl" he cooes

"Give her here. My little baby" I cooed giving her a kiss

"She's got the shivers again. Always cold aren't you little one"

"Mum-" I woke up suddenly to Evelyn shaking me awake

"What is it dear? Time for school?" I asked her

"No. No mum. Its half eleven. You've slept all morning" she says

I got up and got dressed for the day struggling a little to do everything, and hurrying downstairs to make myself some yes

"Mum. Mum stop. I'll do it" Evelyn told me taking me to the chair

"I can do it dear."

"It's alright I'll make it mum" she says "ohh hi Sam" she smiled as the door opened to Sam for a moment I had a heart attack, but I always did. He was the spitting image of his father.

"Hi Eve. Hey mum you alright?"

"Just fine." I smiled taking his hand "so nice of you to pop in dear"

"Well I said I would. Don't you remember?"

"No. I don't remember"

"I told you last time I was here, just last week"

"You should go see your father he'll be so happy to see you"

"Mum" he sighed

"Sam. Don't" Evelyn told him

"What's going on?" I asked

"Coddling her doesn't help matters Evelyn" he says

"Sam you can't just -"

"Mum. Listen to me" Sam says holding my hand

"What is it dear?" I asked

"Dad's not here mum. He hasn't been here for a long time"

"He…. He hasn't? Where… where is he then?"

"Mum. Dad's dead. He's six feet under. He's not coming back. He hasn't been here in years" he says "and pretending he's still here doesn't help"

"But I…. I…. I saw"

"He's not here! He hasn't been here in years. He's dead!"

"Sam!" Evelyn pulled him away "you can't just do that! I know it broke you down when dad died but you don't need to hurt mum too!"

"You think I like seeing her like this! The beautiful well made woman who rasied me. She can't even walk. She barely knows where she is. She's convinced dad's still here. She can't do anything for herself anymore. At least I can bare to come see her. Liza can't even bare to come to the house anymore. we have to help her. But she has to get along with her life"

"But you can't just shake her world like that"

"Fine. But I'm not coming back anymore until you let her see the real world again" he said before he left

I was so confused unable to stop staring at my scared hands

"What's going on? Where's Thomas? Where am I? Where… where's my children?"

"It's okay mum. It's okay. I'm here. Everything is okay. Everything's okay mum I promise"

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