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bythepen98 · 7 months

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Doodles || Tomarry || Childhood friends/Growing Up Together au

(Ignore the not-so-time-period-accurate outfits)

Think of this as a timetravel au where Harry accidentally gets sent back to the past in Wool's orphanage at a young enough age where he barely notices the changes caused by the time displacement and thus grows up nonethewiser to his destiny as the Chosen One. Even when, objectively, his life at the orphanage could be considered worse considering the growing lack of food, his environment's state of decay and overall unrest happening outside the orphanage's walls, something about his situation felt right(?).

He'd always felt disconnected and out of place based on the few memories he still had from living with the Dursleys but now, it felt like he was home in a way. Like something finally clicked in his brain, his soul.

His instant connection to Tom helped cement that fact. It wasn't easy at first because the pull they felt when they first met was so strong that it scared Harry shtless and Tom, already half-full of resentment by this point, was horrified feeling anything to anyone that wasn't disgust. In the end, it didn't take long for them to meet halfway since they were still children and curiosity at the connection lured them in like candy; Harry wanted a special friend of his own and Tom convinced himself that Harry was worth his time because there was no way anyone ordinary could elicit such a soul deep response from him.

Tom has a mean streak and is more bloodthirsty than his charming facade would show but is honest about it with Harry. Although he doesn't have much to his name, Tom is serious about his self-imposed role as Harry's provider, giving him gifts (from the money he steals) during his birthdays and keeping him as warm and well fed as possible (by bullying the other kids into surrendering their share).

Sometimes, Tom....worries.....that his methods would eventually drive Harry - who has such an inherent goodness in him, so often kind to people who don't deserve it - away but what he fails to understand is that Harry's love and loyalty to the first friend he's ever made trumps any kindness he has for others. He'll never like needless violence and won't react if he was being targeted but all bets are off if he even a catches a whiff of plots against Tom. If he has to help hide a body or two in the future so that they won't be separated by something as inconvenient as jail or the law, then that's nobody's business but his own.

P.S. This Harry will probably go to Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin like in other fics. It just feels right. Probably should've drawn him wearing a yellow tie but only just got the idea as I'm typing this. Tom would rather eat slugs than go to the Hufflepuff common room but he's more than willing to entertain Harry at the Slytherin common room at every available chance. They have their own seat there and everything.

P.P.S. They also co adopt a tiny(??) baby snake when they realize they can both speak parseltongue and bring him along to hogwarts. Imagine being parents at the big old age of 10 to a possibly magical snake that may or may not grow past nagini-level size.

P.P.P.S. Future power couple in the making. Didn't think that far ahead whether I wanted Tom to go the political route or Dark Lord Voldemort style minus the horcruxes. Don't ask for me the details, just know that with Harry's help, Tom finds a way to prolong their lives without the consequences that come with using horcruxes. They may or may not discover that Harry is in fact a horcrux of Tom already but will never get the answer as to how it happened. Harry worries but Tom just chocks it up as the universe's way of paying him back for his shtty pre-Harry childhood. Ironically the type to believe in soulmates and destiny while Harry is a bit more skeptical on that front.

Alternatively, they could also decide not to do anything too significant -politically- at all and instead retire to the country side while doing research on as many branches of magic as they can. A bit laughable because of Tom's world altering ambitions and Harry's indulgent, enabling behavior but at the same time, anything's possible.

#doodles #tomarry #tomarry fanart #tom riddle x harry potter #tom riddle fanart #harry james potter #harry potter fanart #hpfanart #fanart #childhood friends au #growing up together au #actual soulmates #harry never realizes he got sent back in time #though he does find the resemblence to one James Potter just a tad bit surprising #and the green in Lily Evans eyes making Tom stumble the first time they meet #Tom NEVER stumbles #but seeing his beloved's eyes in someone else's face is jarring #overall though they dont pay much attention to it #just think it's another of life's coincidences #power couple in the making #implied hufflepuff Harry #bc his loyalty to tom trumps his morals #sane Tom #but still has psychopathic tendencies #dumbledore loves Harry but hates Tom #insert interesting worldbuilding here bc I cant write to save my life

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jonathansknife · 27 days

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More Mina!

I assume you mean more headcanons, in which case here you go! Ty for the ask!!!

Link to previous headcanons

She is around 21-22 years old during the events of the book (a baby :(.)

She feeds stray animals whenever she can.

She's a bit of a jealous person, but feels her jealousy is illogical and tries never to act on it. When Lucy got engaged to Arthur, despite how happy she was for them both, she got a bit sad and thought Lucy might tire of her once she was a married woman. She tried to hide her jealousy but it wasn't very hard for Lucy to suss out. Lucy had to gently remind her that she was already engaged to Jonathan. Mina was just like, “Yeah but that's Jonathan, he's one of us, he doesn't count.”

She, Jonathan and Lucy have all known each other their entire lives. As children they would all talk about getting married and Mina had a running joke of proposing to them both. But before she and Jonathan started courting in earnest, she secretly hoped he would marry Lucy because she couldn't imagine a lovelier couple.

She was very easily scared as a child but grew to love horror. Similarly, she cried often as a child but rarely does as an adult.

Elaborating on her OCD: she mainly has moral/scrupulosity obsessions but also has occasional episodes of distrusting her food, during which she sometimes spends several minutes inspecting each piece. This is especially the case after Dracula (not being able to taste or smell anything but rot doesn't help). Sometimes she worries that her food is contaminated with blood. For this reason, she prefers to make her own food.

Since she likes both fibercrafts and papercrafts, she really enjoys bookbinding. She also finds the process of gathering up a stack of information and binding it together satisfying on a conceptual level. She's probably made at least one fully bound copy of Dracula.

She likes rhythmic counting. She uses it as a calming technique.

She has relatively short hair (about shoulder length) because it was once cut off for purported health purposes (in the Victorian era this was a common treatment for brain fever among other things). She likes having it short.

She has creaky joints.

She enjoys really cursed food combinations that disturb the people around her. Again, especially true post Drac. I'm thinking instant ramen with chocolate syrup levels of cursed.

As a child she wanted to be a priest or an undertaker when she grew up.

Don't give her your pens and pencils if you don't like germs because they will end up in her mouth if she isn't paying attention.

Her hands are very sensitive after Dracula. She used to like when Jonathan squeezed her hands but after what happened she prefers to gently hold his hand or wrist. She often wears gloves.

She occasionally writes poetry. She especially likes sonnets.

She is not genuinely superstitious, but she, Lucy and Jonathan like to cycle through superstitions together to sort of test them out. They spend too much time in cemeteries to hold their breath the whole time, but they often hold it as they enter and leave so as not to spread the cemetery air. For a while they carried pigeon feathers because they were thought to hold off death. (This was generally thought to be a negative thing, prolonging the suffering of the dying, but they thought maybe they could “hack” the superstition and use it to their advantage.)

That's all I've got for now. If you wanted a different question answered regarding Mina (or any character), let me know! My askbox is always open and I love talking about my beloved blorbo <3

Send me character asks!

#tysm for the ask aaaa I love answering qs about Mina!!!#pls send more asks or tell me about your own hcs in my askbox #mina murray #mina harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

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mulling-over-milgram · 3 months

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My current Remi theories

Agghhh I’m very late….but here we go ^^;

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TIMELINE SPECULATION

Okay so first of all again starting with a timeline. Now Remi’s recordings seem like they could be over the course of multiple years? So since as far as I’m aware we don’t know what year tsumigram takes place I’m going to be referring to the first paragraph of recording one as year 0001 and then if I believe the year changes 0002 so on and so forth so keep in mind I’m not actually referring to the real life years 0001 , 0002 , 0003 ect ect.

“Summer is ending. Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?” End of august

“Spring is ending. We part and come back together, this must be a form of true love for you; though as for me, I'm not so sure.” End of may

“Winter is ending. Closeness never matters; they switch their opinions in an instant, and always, always, always, always choose someone else instead.” End of February

“Autumn is ending This was a game of play-pretending for everyone but me; right, I wanted a place I and others could belong to, but as I've seen through lies, I'm burning down the theatre..” November/December

“Summer is ending. You simply disappeared without a word; I didn't care, did I care? Too many people, I get lost.” End of August again

Now there are two interpretations since the memories from this recording if my research is correct :

-1) the memories take place over the corse of five years which explains why we start in august the 8th month of the year and then go to the 5th , 2nd , 11/12th and finally back to 8th assuming the recordings are chronological then this is the only answer that really makes sense

-2) the alternative would be that the paragraphs are in reverse order so then you’d go 2>5>8>11/12>8

but I personally lean more towards them being in chronological order because there feels like a progression. In paragraph one Remi asks the other why they are still in this relationship? The relationship to borrow Remi’s metaphor had gone cold then in the next paragraph they seem to be on better terms but still not great then 3 we are back to the relationship being strained and getting worse…it won’t make alot of sense for us to start with “you simply disappeared” and end with “how long are we going to chew on this cold food? = how long are we going to prolong this dying relationship?

The only thing really giving me pause is that its such a long time. 5 years! Remi is 18 thats just under 1/3 of her life time…it makes me feel like I’ve made some mistake in my research….

moving onto the second memory

“Year by year, I look back and feel all the same, let me out of this, let me out of this loop! I wonder what kind of person I used to be before. Is it your fault? Changing me so much. Cherry blossom petals, a wave of crystal water covering my ankles, tender girly laughs from all sides.” CHERRY BLOSSOM’S SAVE THE TIME LINE YET AGAIN :D because cherry blossoms were blooming that places this paragraph around late March and early April.

“Ah, my first ever wish made on New Year night was to meet a true friend. I imagined my own friends, and this is how I became a writer, slowly but surely. I met real friends to grow up with, slowly but surely, but all of them were condescending, and I got trapped in a small box of expectations. “ because its new years eve December 31st

“Warm snowflakes falling from the night sky, the stars are never seen in the city; I watch myself looking up from the sidelines, holding onto the lantern as my last hope.” Now personally I interpret the warm snow flakes line as describing the stars rather than actual snowflakes as warm snowflakes is a contradicting description and the fact the next line literally talks about the stars with that in mind the lantern is the only clue as to wear to place the memory now I’m not fully sure on this but the main Japanese lantern related thing I could find was Toro Nagashi now I’m a little iffy on this since from my research Toro nagashi is mostly about the dead and guiding dead souls but I did see a few places mention wishes “Toro Nagashi is a summer tradition in which people make wishes and float paper lanterns down a river” again I’m really not sure about this but its the best connection I could find so far…this slots (assuming the toro nahashi connection is correct) this memory at the 13th - 16th of August or July.

“Running through a chilly meadow, sun rising and I hold your hand, catching lavender clouds as I stay at home.” Chilly = cold // cold = autumn? September December???

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body.” Warmth = summer???

I’m quite shaky on alot of the conclusions but my overall interpretation of the time line is.

The trial starts possibly some time in December due to 003’s birthday being soon after T1 starts???

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FULL TIMELINE THEORY

0001 / august / ?? Summer is ending. Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?”

0002 / march / April / ??

0002 / may / ?? “Spring is ending. We part and come back together, this must be a form of true love for you; though as for me, I'm not so sure.”

0003 / February / ??

“Winter is ending. Closeness never matters; they switch their opinions in an instant, and always, always, always, always choose someone else instead.”

0003 / December / 31st

0004 / August / ??

“Warm snowflakes falling from the night sky, the stars are never seen in the city; I watch myself looking up from the sidelines, holding onto the lantern as my last hope.”

0004 / September / ??

“Running through a chilly meadow, sun rising and I hold your hand, catching lavender clouds as I stay at home.”

0004 / december / ??

“Autumn is ending This was a game of play-pretending for everyone but me; right, I wanted a place I and others could belong to, but as I've seen through lies, I'm burning down the theatre..”

0005 / august / ??

“Summer is ending. You simply disappeared without a word; I didn't care, did I care? Too many people, I get lost.”

0005 / August / ??

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body”

0005 / December / ??

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THOUGHTS ON HER CRIME

Now moving on to what I think remi’s crime is…..I have not idea! That is the reason why this is so late because I am completely lost on what it could be :)

clearly remi was in some sort of unfulfilling relationship were she felt she was giving more then taking , felt neglected and like it was dying for a long while before it actually ended. So her victim is probably that person?

as for the description

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body.

It's not the time to listen to yourself. It's never the time, remember?

Your knees and hands seem to hurt, but you keep on pushing, can't give up — now or never”

ummm it kinda gives me the vibes of drowning? Like keep pushing = keep pushing the head under water??? Water coving her eyes could be because she’s also under water…? But I feel like “something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes,” thats gotta be tears right? Like yes it could be a large body of water was involved if so probably the one implied here “a wave of crystal water covering my ankles,”

Her murder location does look like a lake surrounded but trees to me? But that could just be the distortion. That what go me started down the whole drowning train of thought.

(Gorgeous diagram I know)

but just overall I don’t have a strong theory (this seems to be a reoccurring theme….)

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RECORDING/UNDER COVER IMAGES

Once again moving on. Time to tackle these two images , her memory recordings and her undercover.

Starting with the memory recording this is alot more abstract then hotaru’s so I feel like the symbolism in it can be read into more. Remi is in space and I feel like space is probably a metaphor for her relationship. Space is cold and a vacuum you can’t speak or be heard in space (without special equipment and the whole no speaking thing is more that if you open your mouth you die and boil/freeze alive but lets put the logistics to the side for a minute) she is surrounded by other planets (possibly reproductive of the other people like the other people implied by lines like “ tender girly laughs from all sides.” / “I wanted a place I and others could belong to” / always choose someone else instead“ ect) and how planets and other celestial objects go in set orbit going round and around on the same path could be seen as similar to how remi describes the relationship “So tiring. I need to break the cycle.” There’s falling star’s in the bg which could refence wishing stars or possibly the concept of star crossed lovers? Or wishing

I attempted to map the planets from the art to our solar system which again not sure if its ment to be our solar system or just a general space setting but if it is our solar system then perhaps we could read into the fact that in this context remi would be on the outer side of the solar system far away from the sun and in the colder part of the system.

unrelated observations that the shape on the side kinda looks like a wave or maybe thats just my conformation bias talking…?

And this art could also possibly reference a magical girl transformation ??? I feel like I’m reaching to much with those last two points tho…

As for the undecover frame we have already seen remi liken her relationship to food “Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?” So relationship metaphor???

there seems to be strawberries in the picture which according to google in japan has symbolism of love and is a gift on valentines day in japan….? it is also apparently a symbol of the goddess Venus which links it back in with space but idk

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MY CURRENT THOUGHTS ON VOTING

I really don’t feel like I know enough to vote her anything….? I went with victim in the end because I didn’t really feel like I had any strong concussion on her situation but I feel like I gotta be missing something cuz it was 50% predator when I originally wrote this section.

#I feel like I’ve failed as a theorist but atleast the post looks pretty!#I didn’t want to read any other theories (not that I really consider this a theory post any more since it amounted to no real conclusions)#Till I finished this so maybe I’m missing something obvious that someone already pointed out #I feel like it the whole time I was writing this or thinking about it I had this consistent feeling I was missing something #But atleast it’s done now…and I can stop feeling guilty that it’s been rotting away in my drafts

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officialbabayaga · 7 months

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PSA from someone who has extreme & prolonged bouts of nausea from some health conditions, because I’ve realized a lot of people don’t know this:

If you’re feeling sick and have an empty stomach, either from vomiting or because you haven’t eaten yet, do not drink water without getting a little food in too because there’s a strong chance you’ll just throw it up again

Even a few saltines can help! I’ve seen people accidentally trigger a cyclical vomiting attack from not knowing this so please keep it mind

Also, consider the BRAT diet:

bananas

rice

applesauce

toast

Unless you’ve got specific food restrictions, these are gentle on stomachs and can help a lot. saltines and instant breakfasts are lifesavers for me too when i’m food-repulsed but need to eat

#idk man i’ve grown up throwing up a LOT so these are things i thought was universal knowledge #*were. autocorrect #but maybe not! and knowing them makes a huge difference!#so if this even helps one person i’ll be glad i said something #zoe stuff #vomiting cw #this isn’t an ED thing but if anyone needs me to tag this as anything else please let me know

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lemonflowercat · 24 days

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acceptance and commitment

//feeling so self-sabotage-y//

the past 4 days have been supremely unproductive. we had to deal with a stressful housing situation and my back pain had me wincing while doing anything but lying supine in bed. thankfully, both of these things got sorted out on Wednesday (i am so so grateful it's all settled down, especially our housing sitch). yesterday was supposed to be the day i get back on track but i made the horrible decision to weigh myself in the morning - and that triggered a landslide of self-hate and misery that had me non-functional for the rest of the day.

currently, it's Friday morning - a week has gone by and i've done nothing. i feel disgusted with myself, my body, my inability to compartmentalize and prioritize - the self-judgement is so strong, it's making me want to numb myself with instant gratification. i am not looking forward to my day, i don't want to do anything.

so here's some acceptance:

stress puts me in freeze mode.

guilting myself over things i haven't done, apprehension over my prolonging to-do list make me want to avoid these things even more.

i find it difficult to stay motivated and consistent after working hard for about a week. it gets exhausting to exercise, control my diet, and do chores - all squeezed into my study breaks. i get about an hour in a day to relax and do other things that i enjoy, and i think that might be the reason why i feel so crazy by the end of a productive week.

once a stressor is resolved, i need some mental health time to process things, clear my mind, and get back in the zone. writing, yoga and meditating are my favourite ways to process things.

academic success is the only time my parents expressed their appreciation for me through a childhood where i was unseen and felt unloved/unwanted for the most part.

my hyper-intense focus on how fat i am makes it hard for me to feel confident in my skin.

i eat more when i'm stressed. i eat more when i'm sad. i eat more when i'm happy and want to celebrate. i think about food often - i enjoy meal planning, i enjoy cooking. i love experimenting with new cuisines, trying out new restaurants, and eating at the really good ones. i'm a picky eater in the sense that i want to eat food that's skillfully cooked and tastes really good.

i'm often bored of the food i cook at home, or too tired to put a good tasting meal together for us. and since A can't cook, we end up eating out. my mother in grained in me this dysfunctional system of food scarcity: she labelled foods and heavily restricted the bad ones. these restrictions only applied to us, while she herself would freely eat said "bad" foods from the hidden secret stash. she conditioned us into believing that eating out = stuffing yourself to the fullest (my brother would often throw up by the time we got to dessert at a buffet, and then continue to eat - and this was something my mother would laugh at) and this is a pattern i'm struggling so hard to break out of now - treating a restaurant meal like any other meal: one that is balanced and just enough to keep me energized and make me feel good after.

Bengali culture is very food centric - i think this is where my snobby palate and passion for food were nurtured, while also being the setting where my dysfunctional eating took root.

i've been a fat girl since i was a baby. all my life, there isn't a single moment when i wasn't fat - i often wonder if being big is natural to me. i am also a big boned 5' 7" girl (tall, by Indian standards).

my mother fat shamed me throughout - and continues to do so. she has also often stated that i'm unattractive - beliefs that have permeated in me. i have also been made to feel unattractive and unwanted by people because of my fat. i have sometimes been the butt of fat girl jokes among my friends.

my childhood was a very dysfunctional one - something that therapy has been helping me come to terms with. in fact, until my therapist confirmed it, i wasn't even sure if it really was dysfunctional or if i was just being a drama queen. amidst the lack of security in my childhood, food became one of my biggest sources of comfort. i have memories from a very young age of stealing food from my mother's "secret stash", especially when i was home alone. as i hit my teenage years, i began obsessively bingeing and purging at the first chance i could get. the guilt i feel over this i overwhelming. food has a huge impact on me emotionally.

i have cycled in and out of restrictive diets in order to lose weight. the longest i've been able to stick to one is for about 15 months.

especially because i study medicine, the health repercussions of being overweight are a huge source of anxiety for me.

i actually truly love working out, curating healthy meals for myself and studying - my ability to do all of this heavily depends on my emotional state and energy levels. especially so because i have major all-or-nothing mentality - i want it all to go perfectly, down to the right time like a (not Indian) train schedule - and a small thing amiss makes me feel like a failure. then i hole up in freeze for the rest of the day.

i accept that i am all of this - and it isn't good or bad. it just is. i spend so much time trying to align with who i want to be, i forget to align with who i already am. i accept that, among all these beliefs, there are many that serve me and many that are ok to let go off. i accept that navigating through this will take time, there is so much to unlearn and learn. i accept that, at the end of this road or any road - there is no assured happiness to find. assured happiness and satisfaction with the self does not exist. no matter what i become, there will never be a future where i'm not striving to change something around me/in myself for the "better". and that's why - all these "goals" that i set for myself needn't feel so heavy and do-or-die. i accept that the burden of the future is one that i can take off my shoulders and set down. that doesn't mean giving up on my future all together - it means sailing, with no pressure, in the general direction of things that add meaning to my life.

with this acceptance, i commit to things that make me happy now:

studying, as much as i can, every day. i love the mental workout of studying and also can we take a moment to really appreciate what a magical science medicine is (': - studying also makes me happy now because it brings me closer to starting my MD, and i am so excited to be back in the hospital, furthering my journey as a doctor + researcher. i know that focusing is hard after 2h - i can work with this and schedule my study hours such that i get a good break after this.

morning yoga and

meditating both of these soothe my soul. they make me slow down and be present in each tiny passing second. they make me more observant and appreciative of the self and the world, more intentional with my choices and actions. they make my life richer, softer, more open and accepting, and deeply calm.

eat what is best for my body i am attempting to do something that feels very scary to me: stop calorie counting *alarm bells go off in my head* hehe :'| i don't think emphasizing on the numbers is serving me. i want my relationship with food to be centered around the nutrients in it, what it does for my body, how it makes me feel, being a conscious consumer, and exploring different cultures through cuisine. this is going to be a learning curve - one where i am aware that i may gain weight - and as scary as that is, it's ok. i'll learn a lot, i'll figure out a system for myself through this, and i'll make sure my body is getting what makes her energetic, healthy and happy - because that really is all that food should be giving me.

workout for the joy it gives me to see my body getting stronger, faster and more flexible. for knowing that i'm taking care of my heart, my joints and muscles. for the ditzy of endorphins. and for the joy in the sheer act of movement.

i commit to my 75 soft, this time with 3 changes:

i don't have to start over if i break a streak. i just celebrate my longest streak.

i don't have to hit every goal every day. they're just a framework of things i'd like to get done each day

and the biggest, scariest of them all: [] 1400 kcal eat nutrient-focused meals mindfully, whenever i'm hungry - until i'm just enough full

#self parenting #emotional regulation #bingeandpurge #just binged #freeze mode #mental health

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stardewlily · 7 months

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Chapter Six of My Everlasting Light

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily.

Synopsis: Upset ensues at the village egg hunt when Abigail's jealousy runs riot

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Emily, Sam, Abigail, Jas, Vincent, Mayor Lewis, other villagers mentioned

Contents: Friendship Dynamics, Village Festival, Newly Established Relationship, Drama, Romance, Love, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Mean Abigail - please do not interact if this would offend you!

Egg Hunt

The town square was a throng of activity and Lily felt more than a little overwhelmed. She was used to maybe one or two people wandering about on a normal day but now the entire village was out in force and Pelican Town seemed like a completely different place. A cluster of tables and chairs had been placed café style outside Pierre's store, two buffet tables laden with food stood off to one side, Gus, the saloon owner and local chef, beaming with pride as people sampled his numerous offerings. Pierre himself, ever the opportunist, had set up an open air stall selling various festival themed wares, most of which seemed to be very bunny biased. Potted flowers stood all around the perimeter of the square, no doubt courtesy of Evelyn, who was at that moment pushing her grumpy husband along in his wheelchair. The old man could be heard loudly complaining about the inanities of a festival solely dedicated to eggs and Lily couldn't help but smile to herself.

"George makes that same complaint every year," said Emily, her best friend, as the two of them made their way through the milling villagers towards the town centre. For some reason Emily wanted her picture taking in the bunny shaped photo board. Lily had, as yet, failed to talk her out of it.

"How ya doing, hun?" Emily asked when Lily failed to respond. She knew that Lily found large crowds difficult and wanted to make sure she was all right.

"Hmm?" Lily was busy looking for Sebastian and flushed a little when she realised Emily had been talking to her and she hadn't answered. "Oh, sorry Em. I was distracted. Don't worry, I'm okay."

She finally caught sight of him standing off to the side with his friends Sam and Abigail. He saw her at the same time and smiled over at her. She flushed again. He had an uncanny ability to do that to her with the greatest of ease. One look from that man could pretty much cause her brain to shut down completely and as for when he touched her and kissed her… Her flush deepened and she looked down. Argh, this wouldn't do. They'd only been together a week and had decided to keep things quiet for a while, neither one wanting to share their new relationship with what could be a very nosy town until they felt more settled. Therefore, her blushing at the mere sight of him might be a bit of a giveaway.

"Lily," he called her name and she swooned at the sound of it on his lips. "Why don't you come on over? We could use some fresh conversation, Abigail's being a total egg bore."

She looked up at Emily, who already had her head pushed through the hole and was now part bunny, part woman. "Oh, you go ahead," Emily waved her hand from behind the board. "I've gotta wait for my photo anyway."

Lily smiled and made her way over to Sebastian and his two friends. The aforementioned Abigail was scowling as she approached, seeming to be upset at Sebastian's words and she turned that scowl full on Lily as the young woman approached. Sam, on the other hand, gave her a wide, welcoming smile. It wasn't quite enough to combat Abigail's malice however and Lily felt suddenly timid. She had tried hard to befriend the goth girl but ever since she had found Lily in Seb's basement one night she seemed to have developed an instant and prolonged dislike of her.

"I suppose you think you've got a chance in the egg hunt," she looked at Lily disdainfully then held up her hand to inspect her purple fingernails. "Well, think again. I always get the prize and I'm not about to let you win just because it's your first time."

Lily saw Sebastian roll his eyes. "Yoba, Abigail, it's just a game," he said impatiently. "You're the only one who takes it so seriously. Why don't you lighten up and let the kids have a chance for once?"

Abigail glared at him. "You shouldn't talk to me like that."

"And you shouldn't talk to Lily that way either."

Sam's sneeze exploded into the mix. "Gah, sorry guys," he drew out a brightly spotted handkerchief and blew his nose vociferously. Abigail glared at him too. Lily was starting to think it was her default expression.

"Oh Yoba, not your allergies again," she groaned. "Don't you ever remember your tablets, you dork? Ugh, I'm going to get some food!" She stalked away angrily.

Sam chuckled behind his hanky. "Always gets rid of her," he said. "Abby can't stand to hear me blowing my nose."

"You did that on purpose?" Lily asked, looking at him with a mixture of admiration and incredulity. It was certainly a good way of defusing a deteriorating conversation.

"Sure did," he grinned. "I remembered my allergy medication this year, but she doesn't know that."

"Why are we friends with her again?" Seb asked with another roll of his eyes. "Thanks for getting rid of her, Sam."

"No problem, dude. She's in one of her spiky moods today apparently!"

Lily was trying very hard not to stare at Seb as his gaze turned back to her. "Sorry, Lily," he said softly, his eyes unwavering on hers, desire dancing in their liquid depths. "There was no need for her to snap at you like that."

"It's okay," Lily said, pretty sure she was blushing again in reaction to that look in his eyes. Oh, she wanted to kiss him so badly. Why had they decided to keep this a secret? "I guess she's just a bit competitive."

Sam snorted at that. "A bit competitive? Hah, I swear sometimes I think she's gonna start elbowing the kids out of the way to get to the eggs first!"

Emily came up at that point, waving her photo excitedly in the air. "What's that?" she interjected. "Are we talking about Abigail's relentless need to win the egg hunt every year?"

"We are indeed," Sam turned to her. "And might I say, that is the best bunny photo I've ever seen?"

"You may, my good man," Emily laughed and passed the photo around to much amusement.

"What does she win?" Lily asked as she handed the photo back to her friend.

"A straw hat," Seb said, completely straight-faced.

Lily turned to him. "Really?" she asked. "Just a hat?"

"Yep," Sam backed him up, "You heard the man, a hat… she gets that bent out of shape over a hat. The same one, every year."

Lily giggled, she couldn't help it. Seb looked at her, put a hand on her shoulder then started laughing too.

"It's not even a good one either!" Sam guffawed, "I think Mayor Lewis pinches it off Pierre's scarecrow every year!" That cracked up Emily too and soon they were all laughing.

Lily held onto Seb's arm and let her laughter free, it felt so good to touch him, even as simply as this.

She didn't notice Abigail returning behind them, carrying her plate of food from the buffet and looking at her with daggers in her eyes.

Lily stood in the small circle of competitors waiting for the egg hunt to begin. There were only two children in the town, Vincent, Sam's little brother, and Jas, the orphaned charge of Marnie who ran the ranch to the south of Lily's farm. Both of them bounced excitedly as the Mayor rambled on with his little speech, swinging their baskets from side to side and chattering about who would get the most eggs out of the two of them. Abigail stood off to one side, still with her seemingly permanent scowl fixed on her face, while Sam stood next to Lily, grinning indulgently at his little brother.

"And now, is everybody ready?" the Mayor finally raised his arm in the air. "Alright kids, start hunting!"

Vincent and Jas immediately charged off, shrieking with excitement. Sam raised his basket in Lily's direction and grinned. "Good luck, Lily," he said. "Try not to take it too seriously," he quirked his eyebrows meaningfully at Abigail who gave him a sour look and headed off in the opposite direction to everyone else.

"I'll try," Lily said with a little smile and he laughed and patted her on the shoulder before heading off after Abigail with a rowdy shout, much to the goth's chagrin.

"Try to find the egg I painted just for you, Lily!" Emily called out. "I knitted a little scarf for it, so you'll know it's mine."

Lily laughed and waved at Emily before heading off on her own. She figured she'd have the best chance of finding the most eggs if she didn't follow everyone else, but really, she didn't mind, it was just fun to be part of the community. It had been a long time since she felt she belonged anywhere.

They had ten minutes in which to find as many eggs as they could. It didn't seem like long and she hurried around the corner onto Willow Lane, wondering if she would find any near the river. As she neared Sam's house she heard a noise from the backyard and decided to go check on it just to make sure the kids weren't having any difficulties. She gasped when Sebastian appeared from behind the washing hanging on the line and quickly pulled her into the yard.

"Seb..." she shivered as he backed her up against the kitchen wall.

"Lily," he leaned in on one arm. "You don't know how hard it's been to stop myself from touching you all afternoon."

Lily's heart pounded as he pressed closer to her, raising his free hand to lift her chin, dark eyes utterly mesmerizing.

"Should we be doing this?" she squeaked. "What if someone sees?"

"Do you care?" he breathed, lips tantalisingly close to hers.

She didn't. Right then she didn't care one bit. She wanted him so badly she couldn't stand it. She dropped her basket, reached up, slid her hands into his hair and tugged him down into a passionate kiss.

She moaned as his hands dropped down, gliding slowly over her breasts before settling in the curve of her waist and pulling her against him. She let her own hands slide down his back, revelling in his warmth, his firmness, the feel of his heart pounding in time with hers, loving the soft groan he made as their kiss deepened.

A small noise behind them made them both jump and they broke apart guiltily, turned to see Abigail coming around the corner.

How much had she seen? Sebastian frowned and Lily flushed.

"What are you two up to?" Abigail glowered suspiciously, eyeing them for what seemed an endless moment before turning on her heel and leaving the same way she'd come. "You're not allowed to help her, you know," she called over her shoulder.

Lily heaved a trembling sigh. "Do you think she saw?"

"I don't know," Sebastian stared thoughtfully after the retreating girl then turned to Lily and, with a quick grin, dropped an egg into the basket she had picked back up. "I like breaking the rules," he winked at her. "Try not to worry about it too much. I'll see you after the festival, okay?" He kissed her gently, stroked her face and smiled before walking back the same way Abigail had gone.

Lily stared after him, heart pounding, still wanting him.

Damn Abigail, ruining the moment like that.

She looked in her basket. Maybe I will try to beat her after all, she thought wryly.

The ten minutes were almost up and Lily surveyed her basket with some small sense of pride. She had done pretty well all things considered, she had nine eggs and had even found the one Emily had painted specially for her. As her friend had said, her egg had a little multi-coloured scarf wrapped around what could be considered its neck. She smiled to herself. Maybe she'd deny Abby her hat this year. She would much rather have spent her time with Seb though.

She hurried towards the town square, gaze set on the Mayor who she could see in the distance looking at his watch, one minute more and he'd be raising his whistle to his lips. She was so focused on reaching the finish line at the centre that she didn't see Abigail until something caught her feet and she fell to the ground, basket flying from her hands, a shocked cry escaping her lips.

The eggs she had gathered spun through the air and smashed to the ground, she watched as Emily's egg turned into a splat and felt like crying.

"Cheater!" She heard a shrill little voice call out and looked up to see an indignant Jas come running towards her, Vincent close behind, a dismayed expression on his round face.

"We saw you," the little girl cried. "Didn't we, Vinny?"

"We did, we did," Vincent cried. "Miss Abigail tripped Miss Lily before she could cross the finish line. Thas' cheating." His face fell into a sad little frown. "And it's mean too."

Lily looked up as Sam joined the little group.

"Hey, it's not my fault if she falls over her own feet," Abigail said in response to his accusing stare.

"No one likes a cheater, Abby," Sam said, his jovial face unhappy for once. "I thought I was joking when I said you'd start elbowing kids aside to win. Looks like I was closer to the mark than I thought." He turned to the two children who were hopping from foot to foot and chanting "Cheater, cheater," over and over again.

"What say we pool our eggs, kids? If we put them all in Lily's basket she should have enough to win, don't you think?"

"Yay!" said the kids. "We'll let Lily win, that'll teach the cheater!"

Lily watched in disbelief as the children deposited their eggs in her basket and then Sam added his own on top before extending an arm to help her up from the ground. She was still so unused to people being kind to her that she felt like crying again.

"You can't do that!" Abigail objected. "That's…"

"Cheating?" Seb's voice finished her sentence and Lily looked up to see him running towards them, Emily not far behind him.

"We saw what you did, Abigail, " Emily said, coming to a halt beside her friend. "For shame, it's just a game," she turned and scooped up her sorry looking egg. "And you broke my egg, too. I'll have to give him a proper burial you know."

"Are you okay?" Seb looked at her, concern in his eyes, joining Sam in helping her to her feet.

"I think so," she looked down at her bloody knees. "Although I do feel a bit like a little kid who's just fallen down in the playground," she laughed ruefully.

"Doesn't anyone care about my egg?" Emily wailed behind them.

"Has the mayor blown his whistle yet?" Seb asked.

"Not yet," Emily said, having made a sudden and remarkable recovery. "Why?"

"Lily's gonna win this," he said with a sudden grin.

"Eeep?" Lily squeaked in surprise as he picked her up, basket and all, and, smiling down at her, ran her the last few yards into the square and over the finish line just as the mayor blew his whistle.

"Yeah!" Sam pumped his fist into the air as he, the kids and Emily followed behind. "You lose Abigail!"

The mayor muddled his way through the crowd of villagers clamouring around the finish line, trying to restore some order.

"Well now," he said, as Sebastian carefully set Lily down. "This year's egg hunt has certainly been a little irregular, but I think under the circumstances it only fair to declare Lily the victor."

He whisked out the winner's hat and placed it ceremoniously on Lily's head.

"Congratulations, Lily... and Abigail…" he turned to the glowering goth. "We'll overlook your behaviour this once. I think this loss will be punishment enough for you."

Vincent and Jas began to bounce up and down in glee and people started talking all at once again. It was quite the cacophony and Lily reached up to pull the hat farther down on her head. All she wanted right now was to go home. This had all gotten to be a bit too much for her.

She wondered if all Pelican Town's festivals were this hectic.

"Don't you worry, Lily. My bro Sebastian'll take good care of you." Sam grinned as Lily and Sebastian stood at the head of the road leading back to her farm. He had a giant pink bunny under his arm. Lily had insisted on buying one for both of the children as a thank you for helping her win the egg hunt, seeing as she obviously couldn't share the hat. Sam, on seeing theirs, had insisted on having one too, and so she had dutifully bought him one and handed it to him in all seriousness.

Sebastian looked askance at the offending rabbit.

"You sure about that, bud?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What, that you'll look after her?"

"No… " Sebastian said dryly. "The rabbit…"

"Are you kidding?" Sam exaggeratedly waggled the pink toy at him. "This is the best thing ever. Well, maybe not better than seeing that butt-hurt look on Abigail's face when she lost, but close." He laughed uproariously. "Best egg hunt I've ever attended. Made my year!"

"You do realise she's gonna spend all week complaining about this, don't you?"

"Ah, she's always complaining about something," Sam said with another grin. "What's the difference? Anyway, me and my new friend are gonna go have fun ripping on Abby for the rest of the afternoon." He waved at the two of them and turned back towards the ongoing festivities. "See you later, dudes!"

Sebastian lifted a hand after his departing friend. "Later…" he turned to Lily when Sam was out of earshot. "You okay to walk, baby?"

Lily nodded and he smiled and took her hand. She winced and he looked at her quizzically and turned it over. It was scraped red raw from her fall. Even though Harvey had cleaned everything up it obviously still hurt her. He kissed it gently, wishing uncharitably that he could push Abigail down and see how she liked it.

"She really did a number on me, huh?" Lily forced a brave little smile.

"Come on," he said, sliding his arm around her waist. "Let's get you home and I'll make you forget all about your battle wounds."

Lily sighed and leaned into him as they began the walk back. He pulled her closer to his side, loving the fact that they were now alone together and he could finally hold her without worrying about what anyone might think.

"Sebby?"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Does Abigail not like me or something?"

Sebastian didn't really know what to say. Abigail had certainly been pretty mean to Lily today. Maybe she had seen what they were doing behind Sam's house. It would explain a lot.

"It's just… well, she's always been pretty cold to me, but today she tripped me on purpose, then looked like she absolutely hated me when you picked me up and when you said you were going to walk me home I thought she was actually going to kill me."

He sighed. "I think she might be jealous."

"Jealous?"

He looked down at her. She was studiously observing the ground.

"Yeah, I think… well, Sam says she has a crush on me and I guess she saw us today and got jealous."

"Oh…"

Her voice was tiny. A pause. "Should I be worried?"

Sebastian laughed, he couldn't help it. The very idea. Him and Abigail. "Hell no! I mean, she is a friend, but she's just a kid really, and as you saw from today, she could do to grow up a bit!"

Lily said nothing and he looked down at her again, suddenly concerned. She surely didn't think…?

She gazed up at him and he was surprised to see tears rolling down her cheeks. Seriously? She was crying?

He stopped walking and turned her to face him.

She reached up to him, fingers tangling in his hair, eyes full of fear and yearning. "I'm just so scared of losing you, Sebby. She… she's so pretty and sometimes I… I feel like I just don't deserve you."

Her words shocked him to his core. How often had he thought that very same thing about her?

"Lily," he pulled her close, stroked her face, smoothing away her tears. He still couldn't believe that he could touch her as much as he wanted. "You really don't know just how much you mean to me, do you?" He smiled tenderly. All the things he'd wanted to say to her in the past. Now was the time to say them. All of them.

He locked his eyes with hers, holding her face in both hands. "I love you, Lily. I loved you from the very first moment I saw you. I live for your smile, your laughter, your sweet, beautiful face. You're my sunshine, baby, the reason I get up the morning. I will never want anyone but you for as long as I live." He kissed her, softly, gently. "So, no. You don't need to be worried. Not now, not ever."

Lily sobbed and flung her arms around his neck and he laughed and picked her up, swinging her into the air before bringing her back down and kissing her again, this time long, deep and lingering, because she was the only person he wanted in his life and as long as he had her he had everything he needed.

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In of itself having a gun to protect yourself shows the country has a gun problem, but when you're keeping guns off their safety because you see it as a hinderance in a self-defense situation, that right there's the nail in the coffin for their arguments.

If Instant Point and Click Kill Tools are at the point you need 0.2 seconds more instantly or else they're utterly ineffective, we're at an impass where the only obvious solution is gun control.

If the boogeymen have a gun, yours ain't making the difference in any measure. We're at a point where we're discussing letting yourself be robbed or actually die trying to kill in self-defense, and I need people to understand this discourse only occurs in America due to it's overwhelming gun problems and culture wars republicans propogate.

Vast majority, vast vast, majority of the time a gun is never used in self-defense. It's used for murder, and far more for suicide. And it's not effective for suicide, leaving prolonged issues often. So if you're aiming at the "self-euthanasia" angle, it's a shit one and we should just do what Canada's doing, outside of a tiny handful of morally corrupt doctors mis-using it who should be barred from any professional settings for the rest of their life, put in therapy and psychiatry, and then a list. Anything less is irresponsible.

I just don't get it. Why do people need Instant Point and Click Kill Tools? Because others have them? Where do you think they got them? Are you fighting gangs? Well, you're not, or your Gravy Seals figure would be a mound of swiss cheese, because you're not winning in a driveby or gang-shoot out.

In general, everyone who says they have a gun for self defense should look up statistics. You're pretty much safer not pulling the gun out, which is usually because the gun is pulled out idiotically as you, I, nor the police, are even trained to use one effectively outside of safety practice and how to aim down a sight. Your whole body is apart of it at that point, and your fat folds show past corners.

All in all. Guns are a problem. The idea that "people are the problem" revolves back to "because they have a gun" none of us own explosive devices for a reason. None of us can instantly kill from several miles away. We aren't a species that can handle nuclear warfare, much less a version that mainly focuses on one target at nearly any realistic distance.

I'd just like to ask, what are guns for? Self defense? Well that means they're for murder and robbery too. Just...inherently. And they don't seem to get that? Why need a gun if a gun isn't involved? Self defense? It almost seems like the opposite situation occurs too...

Man it's almost like guns aren't just one thing. It's almost as if they have a variety of uses, all, all of which end with "I shot it to kill it" and I must ask at that point why you have a gun.

That question's not going away as long as you're holding a weapon. It is a weapon. If you go out in public with one, people see a weapon, not safety, they see this fuckhead Gravy Seals in a maga hat over there yelling at the fast food worker over some dumbshit, and the gun on his back or hip left unsecured for "quicker protection" getting closer to his hands.

Over all, what republicans are asking for is a way to Point and Click kill someone if they want to. How do I know? Well, republicans aren't too far off from children...and they have shown they aren't emotionally nor inteligiently capable of understanding the seriousness of a gun, the nuances of one, nor anything. They see a solution, which is Murder. Which is Guns.

And the government isn't sending the military in. If they do it's going to be against minorities, not republicans. What republicans are actually saying is they want guns to join in when the innevtiable republican administration comes in and starts doing the same shit they've been saying they're going to do for years now. They know the military isn"t being sent in for them. If it is, it's going to be poc, trans, gays, etc.

Not just americans you fucking idiots. It makes 0, absolutely 0 logistical sense. Of course some of the military would be eager to kill minorities, but "regular citizens?" Nah. That shit won't happen in any lifetime. It's a LARP. A LARP that's also projection. One we should start taking seriously ans treat the way it is: Yet Another Excuse for Cruelty.

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