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Saturday Night At Bob's Barbershop
By whynotshaveme
Mary Greenwood and her wife Anna arrived at Bob's Barbershop around closing time. Mary is a stern woman in her early 50s with close-cropped black hair. Anna is much younger with long blonde hair flowing down her back. She flinched as her wife grabbed a number. She, however, sat down next her submissively as they waited to be called.
Bob, the owner of Bob's Barbershop, was the only barber present. Curious, once he finished up with what he'd thought was his last customer for the night, he called the two women over. Mary stood up first. Anna hesitated, but one stern glance from her wife got her to her feet and over to Bob's chair.
"Sit down," said Mary.
Then she told Bob that her wife needed a short haircut. Bob wrapped his hairs around Anna's blonde hair and held it away from her as he capped her. He rarely got to touch hair other than his own wife's, so he savored the feel of it in his hands. From how healthy it felt, Anna was clearly a natural blonde.
"Okay," said Bob, "how short? Like yours?"
"No, shave it all off. This is a punishment. She's been flaunting it around town," said Mary.
"Please Mary..." said Anna softly.
Knowing that his may be his only chance to have a beautiful woman in his chair, he decided to assist, even if he normally preferred a willing customer. Especially if he could get a lovely souvenir from the experience. He pulled Anna's hair into a ponytail with a spare rubber band that he happened to have lying around. With his best clippers, he sliced it off. Anna's hair fell loose in rough bob. She, however, didn't have that bob for long because he put one hand on her neck as he ran the clippers over her scalp. A former military barber, he decided to give her the full new recruit experience. Within ten minutes, she sported a perfect grade zero buzzcut. He took a moment to brush her off and then asked Mary if she was good with the finished product.
Mary rubbed her hand against Anna's shorn scalp as Anna shut her eyes, tears running down her face. "Can you make her smooth? She will be spending the rest of the night between my legs apologizing. I don't want to feel stubble."
Bob smiled. "Of course, ma'am."
He wrapped a hot towel around Anna's head. She watched nervously, towel around her head, as he sharpened his best straight razor on a leather strap. Once he got it to a good edge, he removed the towel and spread hot lather over her scalp. With an expert's stead head, he shaved her head smooth. He took two passes just for his own pleasure. When he finished the second, he rubbed her head clean and then used a bit of aftershave, which made her wince.
At Mary's request, she took a photo of his hand over Anna's bald head. Then she paid his fee. As they settled things at the cash register, Anna swept up her own fallen hair, looking distraught. Once the bill was settled, Mary left the shop, with her bald, submissive wife following suit.
Bob took a moment to shut his blinds and flip the sign to closed, and then, with Anna's ponytail in his hands, started to pleasure himself.
(To my Ko-Fi friends, this month's story should be sent out tomorrow or Friday. In honor of April 15th (American Tax Day), it's going to be entitled "Paying The Taxman". For everyone else, The Barber On Main Street is on my Amazon Kindle store: The Barber On Main Street - Kindle edition by From Tumblr, whynotshaveme. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.)
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How do you think Shannon reacted to being told she was next in line for the Halo?
Sister Carla's body isn't yet cold where it lies in the undercroft when Mother Superion calls for Shannon to attend her. They walk the perimeter of the grounds in slow, careful lockstep and Shannon can't help but remember how they had once raced each other across the parapets, how she had again and again and again fallen panting in the grass with a practice blade at her throat. She can still see flickers of that young woman in Suzanne from time to time, when Vincent makes a particularly daft suggestion or one of Shannon's pranks blows up in her own face, the way her head tilts and her eyebrow quirks up, the slight turn as though looking for someone to share the humour of the situation with.
Now, though, as so often is the case, she walks fully shrouded in the vestments of Mother Superion, an acid bite to her tongue tempered only by the fatigue of living past loss after loss after loss. She pauses by the front gates, the handle of her cane cradled in both hands in front of her as she leans heavily on it. It's always the longest days that take the most out of her, Shannon has noticed, but she knows far better than to even attempt to make an offer of aid.
"I spoke with Sister Anna upon her return," Mother Superion says. Her hands are steady on the cane, but there's something about her posture, something about the aching curve of her back, that sends alarm sirens blaring through her body.
"You've chosen the new Next in Line, then," she replies, her voice steady, working carefully around the dread seeping into her bones. "It is sooner than I had hoped that Lilith would be asked to bear that weight, but–"
"Hardly. You and I both know that Lilith is not ready to carry that burden without bending beneath it."
The honesty of it startles a confused "Mother?" from her, fear surging hot and sharp through her veins. "You don't mean Beatrice, surely."
"You never have been good at seeing the truth of what's right in front of you, child." Mother Superion turns to Shannon, raises a hand to touch her cheek. "You have always wanted so badly to be useful to your family, have you not?"
Shannon's breath catches in her throat. "I'm not fit–"
"You are, Shannon. You are more than deserving of this gift." Mother Superion's gaze slides from hers, downcast. "And you know better than most the cost."
The aching curve of Suzanne's back as she knelt over a woman turned corpse by a bullet she should have taken in her stead. The tantalising scent of seared flesh as the Halo freed itself from Suzanne's back, the month Shannon had spent waving away portions of meat at dinner service. Until Mother Superion, two days back from convalescence and already shrouded in black, had laid a steak before her and refused to let her rise until she'd choked down every last bite.
The Halo a bullet she could catch in Lilith's stead, in Beatrice's, putting herself in their path in the faint hope that she could give them a year, six months, any time at all without the threat of this burden. She could bear it if it meant they didn't have to. She could, even if it meant Mary would never forgive her. She could. She could.
#ask#anon#warrior nun#myfic#mywn#shannon masters#mother superion#smth smth no editing we die like warrior nuns#something about shannon mot believing heraelf worthy of the halo and thus being worthy of it#tries to remember my timeline without digging up my timeline shrugs and carries on
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episode 1 of the jenny-anna taylor jurdan collab series YIPPEE (that's a mouthful we'll need to find a better name)
@viivdle did cardan's pov in two parts (linked at the bottom of this post) and i did jude's here
today’s topic: dancing with our hands tied (jurdan’s version)
“i, i loved you in secret” = jude didn’t tell a single soul that she had feelings for cardan
“first sight, yeah we love without reason” = after their first kiss she was super confused and didn’t understand why she was growing feeling for him, hence the ‘without reason’
“oh, 25 years old” = they weren’t 25, but they were very young so this could mean how literally the fate of the land fae was thrust into the hands of ‘kids’ (18?? 19??)
“oh, how were you to know, my love had been frozen. deep blue but you painted me golden” = in tcp jude clearly states that she is not interested in marrying or has feelings for anyone, but cardan kickstarted those feelings, clearly
“oh, and you held me close” = she was around cardan a lot, he kept her close to stead as seneschal and whatnot
“i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets” = this could refer to the way cardan was slowly becoming more spy-like, learning from the roach (‘hands in my pockets’ = him stealing stuff, like her heart)
“picture of your face in an invisible locket” = 1) this is elfhame, so invisible lockets are totally normal, and 2) this could also mean how cardan was always on jude’s mind, like when he turned into a serpent she still imagined him sitting there, giving her pointers in his own sarcastic way
“you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling” = the way when jude was seneschal, cardan would always say things like ‘what a shame not one of them knows who their real ruler is’ and jude always feeling like this power could slip out of her grasp soon
“and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” = smirk (sorry) basically this could be about when jude and cardan did something together and agreed on it, it was a rare moment, making it 'sacred'
“people starting talking putting us through our paces” = there’s lots of whispering in courts like elfhame’s and jurdan was definitely affected by them
“i knew there was no one in the world who could take it, i had a bad feeling” = jude crowned cardan against his will, and she had to bear so many responsibilities, so again she felt like the power could fall from her anytime soon
“but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied” = even though she was seneschal, jude felt powerless in many ways, frustrated that she couldn’t control cardan, hence the ‘hands tied’
“yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time” = jude and cardan kept repressing their feelings for each other, and then whenever they felt something/did something, they were always surprised (‘like it was the first time’ = signaling even though they did it before, they were still shocked, like the first time they did it)
(skipping the rest of the chorus, it’s basically a repeat)
“i, i loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” = painfully obvious, a mortal and a faerie?? jude duarte and the beloved high king of elfhame?? not even in your wildest dreams, right?
“so baby can we dance, through an avalanche” = jurdan has been through a LOT together, this somewhat symbolizes that
“and say, say that we got it, i’m a mess but i'm the mess that you wanted” = do i even have to say it? jude i-poison-myself-every-day-and-made-a-deal-with-prince-dain-who-made-me-stab-clean-through-my-hand-plus-i-did-a-shit-ton-of-other-insane-things duarte, and cardan is head over heels for this woman
“oh, cause it’s gravity, keeping you with me” = its so hard to keep cardan under her thumb, and also unbelievable he would do it on his own accord. this could also work romantically, its crazy to her that cardan actually loves her
(skipping the chorus cuz i already did it above)
“i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again” = symbolizes the time when cardan was a serpent, jude didn’t care which type of cardan he would be, what would happen, or anything else, she just wanted him next to her again. girlie was highkey desperate
(the rest of the song is basically the chorus)
wow thank you for reading until here *bows*
sorry if its shallow jenny is the better analyzer between us two 🙏
cardan's pov part 1
cardan's pov part 2
#phew thats a wrap#cardan greenbriar#jude duarte#jude x cardan#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#tfota#the folk of the air#jurdan#holly black#taylor swift#taylor swift songs#song analysis#analysis#how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories#idk what else to put that should be it yayy
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Happy Autumnal Equinox!!
Art by Anna Stead
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Go update Triangle Strategy right now asdfghjkl
New Golden Route Scene! Wedding Scene :D
He's telling Frederica :0. And the fact he turned to his brother and made sure Roland was okay with it aaah these siblings
Anna, Geela, and Erador trying to have a nice conversation only to be intrupted by Lionel smh
Archibald trying to tell these two greedy merchants to stop being greedy lol
Anna also telling them to stop being greedy merchants
Milo being her cheeky nosy self trying to tell Lyla to go hug her son, he's literally been having visions of hugging his mom at the wedding
Asdfghjkl aaaaahhhhhh h u g
Quahaug hug
This one was really sweet. Two parents who lost their children realizing they need to carry the ardent dreams of the youth in their stead.
Roland finally accepting Avlora who's being an angsty butt bc she doesn't want to ruin the happy wedding
Serenoa wedding sprite?
FREDERICA WEDDING SPRITE!?
And I forgot up until this moment that you can check characters profiles when they're speaking and just... new art! In their wedding clothes!
I also want to rewatch just to see what everyone's profiles look like haha
Credits for the extra chapter had some art not shown in the Anniversary Livestream :0
You can now replay all story battles you've done as mock battles haha now you can get trounced by ng+ Trish and Travis whenever lol
You can also rewatch any Character Stories you've seen can't rewatch story cutscenes however
#triangle strategy#triangle strategy spoilers#Kelbunn's gameplay#Sorta#Mostly just screencaps haha#I was smiling like an idiot the entire hecking time#I just it's too sweet#And all of this is a free hecking update#I'm not going to complain about not being able to rewatch story cutscenes bc like#Tristrat before the update was a complete game#These are just bonus qol stuff#It's like getting a full cake and then a while later being told that they also got you a bunch of cupcakes#Anyways go play Tristrat#Serefrede
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His voice was fading away, yet it was definitely not the voice of a man preparing himself for death.
Almost at the same time, roars of crackling thunders could be heard coming from the far side of the heavens. They did not belong to Indra's thunderbolts. The space-time was distorting, and the noises were generated by something crossing over a gigantic Gate.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't see that spectacle, but Anna Croft witnessed it in his stead.
It was an army enveloped in pitch-black darkness; a single realm buried deep inside an ancient Myth was currently crossing over to this world.
– Yoo Joonghyuk, you stupid bastard!!
Yoo Joonghyuk heard the loud yelling from the one standing at the forefront of that army and spoke up. "…Because I have allies in this turn who won't betray me."
[Nebula, < Underworld >, has joined the 'Great War of Saints and Demons'.]
Joonghyuk! You’re not allowed to yell at Dokja when you do stupid stuff like this!!!
Awww, but he trusted Dokja to come in time to save him.
BUT STILL DON’T DO THINGS LIKE THIS JOONGHYUK!
But also that was awesome and Dokja is totally gonna fanboy super hard over you destroying one of the strongest constellations of Vedas in a single strike. Right after he gets done cursing you out and grumbling with Sooyoung about what an idiot you are.
THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN JOONGHYUK!
But it was very Protagonist of you.
#honestly I do know that dokja’s whole thing is redeeming characters who were evil in previous rounds#and even creating partnerships with people who yjh never even met#but I’m still not super thrilled about trusting anna croft#I’m waiting for the moment she decides it’s more beneficial for her to betray them#but I guess at least for now she did save yjh long enough for dokja to show up#also I know ORV has mentioned before that yjh chose to carry his memories to the very end#so it’s interesting to see that anna chose to forget after so long#though that does bring back some old theories of this not being dokja’s first rodeo#and that’s why there’s versions of TWSA in his Library that he doesn’t remember#who’s to say this isn’t HIS 1863rd turn and he couldn’t bring himself to retain the memories…#oh and of course I love that yjh believes in dokja’s plans so much that he’s willing to save anna croft to fulfill them#in addition to his own desire to not allow her to forget the reason for his hatred#yjh#kdj#anna croft#orv#orv spoilers#orv novel chapter 391#orv liveblog#omniscient reader’s viewpoint
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Heyo whats up! The other day I stumbled across this post by @jazz-kitty which pitched a possible Swap AU for Pokemon Reborn, which this small comic in of itself inspired. so many ideas for more swaps for.
So after getting the go ahead from Jazz, I thought it could be fun to ramble about some more possible swaps for some of the other swaps for this au :3
Its a good bit so I'm gonna put it under a read more because I have many ideas that I am happy to explain!
Ok first off are the swaps already present in the original post by Jazz, which I will be using as a baseline for my ideas! The most notable swap is Cal and Blake Whitaker being the focus of the original comic, and already I think that is just. a really neat concept all things considered. Already both of their arcs would be very different, with Cal never going to Apophyll, likely still having a lot of that pent up frustration and anger issues, and Blake mellowing out a bit, but probably still being a bit of a jerk since he doesn't really give a shit about a lot of whats going on. If anything I'd still say that Blake probably still kicked Cal's ass when they first meet like in canon which makes Cal even more mad at him in swap au,
Next is Lin swapping with the protagonist. Honestly I'd still need to think about which protagonist would take canon Lin's place since I don't really have a definitive favorite among them, and I feel like they all would be pretty interesting to switch around. I just know that it'd probably end up being one of them.
Then last of the swaps shown in the comic is Bennett taking the place of Shelly. To be honest Bennett ending up more like an anxious bookworm might be better for him in the long run versus how he is base game. Don't get me wrong Bennett probably has one of my favorite arcs throughout main game and post game, but I'm doing a playthrough rn and I just got to Iollia valley and. C'mon man.
First off is a big swap between Julia and Florinia with Amaria and Titania respectively (as well as Fern and Hardy but I'll get to them in the next section). Julia taking the place of Amaria, with Amaria being in charge of the water treatment center/gym and Julia living with Florinia in the Fiore Mansion. Titania would be a teacher at the Onyx school in Florinia's stead, writing as a side hobby, while Florinia maybe works out in the field studying pokemon strategy in the wild to better understand them? Her gym being out in the desert would also fit with her theme of being a grass type sand team.
Next is Fern and Hardy swapping. Hardy loses his connection with Titania as she gets absorbed in her work at the school, falling more into his rock star persona, although he ends up more arrogant due to his fame around the school and city. Then there's Fern, who I'd say is probably more like he is post game? Definitely the kind of guy who'd make someone smile (although still probably a little misguided).
My next swap is a bit simpler being Cain and Aya, with Aya being the recurring rival and Cain being the poison type gym leader, Cain not being able to runaway while Aya does.
Another somewhat big swap is Solaris and Elias as well as Taka and Luna, with Elias being the founder of Team Meteor, Luna being the unwilling heir, Solaris is the third member of the elite four and Taka is on the run from his father, carrying the emerald brooch.
To round out the ideas I had for Team Meteor is Sirius and Connal. They both have connections to the Belroses and also they are both huge pieces of shit. Sorry to be blunt but its true.
Another swap that I think would be interesting is Noel and Anna with Eve and Lumi respectively. Honestly I don't really have much of an explanation I just think they would be interesting pairs to switch.
And thats all the swaps I was able to come up with. There are probably more I could come up with and honestly knowing me I could probably come up with swaps for the whole game if you give me like. a week. but also that would take me forever and I am tired-- i might end up doing some doodles for these ideas at some point to cause swap aus are fun. anyways thanks for reading my rambles :3
#pokemon reborn#pokemon fangames#honestly i wrote a lot more than i thought i would#i had a lot of fun tho pokemon reborn has interesting characters and i think they are fun to put in situations#i can and will talk about them all forever they are so cool to me
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You know that one fantasy trope where there’s more than one person who can fit into a prophecy, and the person who ends up being the chosen one is made so in a way that is completely arbitrary, like down to a single other character’s random whim or choice, and so you get to wonder about this hypothetical alternative chain of events where it had been the other person instead? Kind of obsessed with thinking about Cas and Anna this way.
Obviously there’s the literal out-of-universe reality that Anna was originally intended to have Cas’ role in the story until Cas happened to surpass her in popularity and the writers kept him instead. And obviously the “prophecy” analogy isn’t perfect in-universe because Cas rebelling was an act of free will that wasn’t ordained or destined at all. But it’s the idea that Anna COULD have done what Cas ended up doing, both from a writing perspective and from an in-universe character perspective, that is just sooo interesting imo.
Like…. I just have this idea of Cas wondering to himself that if Anna hadn’t died, if he hadn’t betrayed her, maybe she would have been the one to tear up the script and make that fateful stand at Stull, and hold her own against Raphael in his stead. Maybe she could have handled it all better. After all Anna was his commander, his older sister, the one he looked up to and deferred to, and she was always the ideologist far more so than him. So compounded with all Cas’ self-worth issues and crippling self-doubt and inadequacy and guilt I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought at some point: it should have been her instead of me.
#Society if Anna was brought up at all ever after season 5. By Cas ideally but hell even ANYONE#Anna Milton#Castiel#My posts#I’m so interested in Annanatural by the way. The mere idea of Anna at Stull gives me all kinds of brainworms#I also love the idea of Anna and Cas BOTH living and standing together against predestination#Anna as a major reoccurring character in ANY capacity would just be so powerful and wonderful. Imagine all the development#and storylines she could have gotten…….#Not from those writers lol of course but like hypothetically 😭#Though I know in my heart’s heart that Yockey’s Anna would have been SO much. Oh god we deserved that#SHE deserved that
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Watermelon Crush(er)
Hey guys, this one is...I’ll be honest it is absolutely ridiculous, but I saw a video on Youtube and had to write this. Did not have a choice. It is a little bit crack, and it is a modern AU just because I could not figure out how the hell this would come up in the canon timeline.
I hope you guys like it? And, um, a little sorry in case this just turns out to be dumb?
Oh and I apologize if all the endearments I used ended up being Tamil, I didn’t know which were the Telugu equivalents...
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"Anna! Anna! Anna!" Malli shouted as she raced through their front door to the back garden where Sita and Jenny were having tea with Bheem.
Bheem threw his arms out to catch Malli as she nearly tripped over the door ledge, the bulging bag in her hand sending her forward. She started patting his arms excitedly, eyes alight even as she struggled to catch her breath.
Bheem laughed, steading her to her feet before switching places with her, leaving her sitting in his chair, and him kneeling in front of her. "Breathe Malli, calm down first."
Malli gulped in a large breath and closed her eyes, getting herself under control. She was still vibrating with excitement.
Sita and Jenny exchanged confused but amused looks over her head.
"Alright, now what is it?" Bheem asked kindly.
The bag the girl had been carrying was sitting slack on her lap, and had fallen open to show two large watermelons.
Malli beamed at him and pulled out her phone. "Anna! You have to see this video! It is the coolest thing ever!"
Bheem winced, he was not a big fan of technology, and all his friends teased him about it, but Ram was just as bad, and they had spent many nights chatting about the confusing state of social media. At least Malli was usually nice about it, and to be fair she had shown him plenty of really cool videos. And had a huge batch of baby animal videos that nearly convinced Bheem to open an account.
Indulging her, Bheem crouched over her shoulder where she had pulled up the video. Sita and Jenny had also leaned in to be able to see her screen. Malli grinned at them before pressing play.
In it, a really muscled woman, clearly a body builder, was standing in shorts and a sports bra, flexing her muscles. Bheem thought he heard Sita gulp, but fought the urge to tease her. Malli was too young to be subjected to that type of talk.
On screen, the woman proceeded to sit on the floor with a plastic sheet beneath her, legs straight in front of her. Her thighs were massive, and Bheem nodded, impressed. The lady accepted a watermelon from someone off screen.
"What is she going to do?" Bheem asked confused, but Malli shushed him.
Raising an arm up in surrender, Bheem continued watching.
The woman positioned the watermelon between her thighs, crossed her ankles, and leaned back. Then she squeezed. Now it was Jenny's turn to choke on a cough as the woman's leg muscles clearly clenched. After a minute, the fruit cracked, and when she lifted her hips, the innards gushed to the floor.
Bheem's mouth dropped open, stunned. When he glanced at the girls, both had faint blushes on their cheeks.
Clearing his throat, he jostled his shoulder against Jenny's, sending her stumbling into Sita. He ran a hand over his hair. "That was impressive."
"Wasn't it?!" Malli exclaimed, delighted. She swiveled her head to look at the two older women who just nodded, unable to maintain eye contact with her. "Anna, you have to try it too!"
Bheem coughed, already shaking his head as Jenny and Sita whipped their heads in his direction. A mischievous grin took over their faces that could only spell trouble for Bheem.
"Malli, that is a great idea!" Jenny exclaimed.
Traitor. Bheem made sure he told her so with his eyes. Jenny just smirked at him.
Sita went to pick up Malli's bag, and brought out the watermelon. "And you even brought the fruit."
Malli nodded her head. "I asked Amma if I could take it for Anna, and she said ok."
Sita stifled her laughter. "I think your mom probably assumed you'd be giving it to them to eat, not crush."
Bheem swatted at her before looking apologetically at Malli. "Kanna, I don't know about this...."
But Malli gave him her biggest pout. "Anna please! You have such strong legs! You can do it!"
"That's not-"
"Yes Bheem, the strongest legs! You'll not deny this beautiful little girl now will you?" Jenny interrupted, throwing her arms around Malli's shoulders. Bheem glared at her, but Jenny just smiled brightly as him.
Sita was shaking behind her as she tried to keep from laughing.
Faced with all three of their expectant faces, Bheem crumpled.
"Fine."
Damn it.
He really needed to learn how to say 'no'.
Malli squealed with excitement, clapping her hands. "Anna, go change into some shorts or something, and then we can do it here in the grass so the clean up won't be a problem."
Sita pinched her cheek. "Such a smart little girl."
Glaring at the younger woman, Bheem moved to go to his room. He didn't have shorts of his own, but Ram had a few old ones he rarely used anymore.
Snagging them, he quickly changed into the shorts and a sleeveless inner shirt.
By the time he made it back to the garden, the girls had moved the table and chairs out of the way, and Malli was walking about the small space with her phone.
"Malli, what are you doing?"
"Trying to find the spot with the best lighting." the girl explained, tongue sticking out. "Here Anna! Come sit here."
He walked to the spot, before glancing at her. "Why does the lighting matter?"
"Because then only the video will look nice Anna!"
Bheem squawked. "I didn't say yes to any videos!"
Malli pouted at him again, looking at him with wide eyes.
Bheem cringed. He was so pathetic. "Fine. But do you need to post it?"
"Of course I do!" Malli said, stomping her foot for emphasis. "How else will people know how impressive my Anna is?"
Rubbing his hand over his face, he plopped down, resigned to his fate.
Until another voice joined them.
"What is going on here?"
Ram leaned against the door to the back garden, looking over each of them with a bemused expression on his face. Bheem paled. Oh no.
”Are those my shorts Bheema?”
Sita and Jenny on the other hand looked delighted and grabbed a hold of each of his arms and dragged him towards Bheem so he was standing right behind Malli. "Perfect timing Ram! I am so happy you will get to see this in person."
Ram looked very confused and raised an eyebrow at Bheem who just managed to control his grimace. He tried to plead with Ram to leave but he doubted the girls would let him slip away.
"Ok Anna, here you go!" Malli said as she handed him the watermelon. It was larger than his head.
He sighed. This was not going to end well.
Avoiding eye contact with Ram, Bheem got into a comfortable position.
"Ready Anna?"
He nodded.
"And...action!"
He placed the watermelon between his thighs, sucking in a breath as the cool fruit touched his bare skin. He leaned back, planting both hands by his hips and crossed his ankles. Then he squeezed.
He clenched his jaw as he increased the pressure, starting to feel the give. He grunted, lowering down to the ground once and repositioned the watermelon better. He got back in position and lifted his hips off the ground, teeth grinding as he squeezed harder.
A small snap was the only warning he had before the whole fruit practically exploded in his lap.
Malli cheered even as he winced at the feel of fruit pulp sticking to his skin from where he sank to the ground.
"Ram!" Sita yelled, and Bheem whipped his head up. Ram was waving her away, but Bheem spotted a little bit of blood on his fingers. Yelling himself, Bheem scrambled up and rushed to Ram.
"What happened?!" Bheem cried out. He reached out to Ram, trying to grab him to see what was the problem, but Ram was refusing to look him in the eye. "Bangaram, let me see!"
Jenny rushed in from inside the house, and when had she gone in in the first place? Her hand was full of tissues, which she handed to Ram.
Who shoved them over his nose.
Bheem calmed down a little. "Is that... did you get a nosebleed?"
Ram made a sound like a dying seal and ran into the house, leaving a very baffled Bheem behind.
There was a beat of silence as they stared at the swinging curtains left in Ram’s wake.
Sita burst out laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks. Jenny followed close behind.
Traitors, both of them, Bheem was banning them from his house.
At least Malli looked as confused as Bheem.
"Anna, is Ram Anna ok?" she asked, voiced filled with concern.
"He's...he's fine Malli...don't worry...he just...just needs some time." Sita choked out in between her laughter.
Bheem went to pinch his nose before remembering the fruit pulp still sticking to half his body. He grimaced as the itchy stickiness started to make itself known.
"Malli, please clean up the watermelon? I need to go get cleaned up."
Jenny snickered. "You should ask Ram to help Bheem. Doesn't he love watermelon?"
Bheem scowled at her, trying to go find his lover to see what was his issue. He heard Malli asking Jenny what she meant. He snorted when Jenny stuttered.
Served them right.
See if he ever agreed to do anything like this again. Such a mess, he would need a good long shower.
He paused, eyes going wide at the realization.
Oh.
Huh.
Maybe he would do a second demonstration. Just for Ram though.
After all, Malli had brought over two watermelons ... and it was bad to discard food.
Besides, watermelon was Ram's second favorite fruit. Bheem knew he'd not let it go to waste.
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So....that was...something? What did you guys think?
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Can you do a mikosaru au but instead of colorless king killing totsuka, he kill fushimi. It's up to you wether its homra!shimi or s4!shimi. How'd you reckon mikoto will react? Or other kings? Especially muna if its s4!shimi
I feel like I’ve done one of these in the past where Fushimi was in S4 so let’s go for Homra Fushimi situation (also I feel like even in a Mikosaru situation if Fushimi’s in S4 when he gets killed by Colorless Mikoto would let Munakata handle things his way and mostly stay on the sidelines, like even if he and Fushimi are in relationship he recognizes that this is a S4 matter). Say AU where Fushimi never left Homra, he’s still dissatisfied and not particularly close with anyone beyond his strained relationship with Yata. He is however in a relationship with Mikoto though he won’t admit it, as far as Fushimi is concerned they have nothing to do with each other besides King and clansman and you know maybe they kiss sometimes. Mikoto goes along with it for Fushimi’s sake but he still makes it pretty clear in his own way that the two of them are together. Yata hasn’t really figured it out but some of the other clansmen have their suspicions and of course Kusanagi and Totsuka know.
So then for whatever reason Fushimi ends up being the one to go up on that rooftop, maybe Totsuka wasn’t feeling well and was lamenting that he couldn’t take a video for Anna. He doesn’t ask Fushimi to do it in his stead but Fushimi kinda sighs and ends up taking the video camera as Mikoto gives him this slight grin. Fushimi rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue but heads up to the rooftop anyway. I imagine he would give Colorless at least slightly more fight, probably on his guard the moment he sees this weird stranger on the roof, but he doesn’t expect the gun and he’s shot before he can even throw a single knife. As Fushimi’s lying on the roof he almost calls Yata but then changes his mind and calls Mikoto instead. Imagine Mikoto answering the phone all lazily but then he hears Fushimi’s faint voice all ‘I’m such an idiot…’. Mikoto sits up straighter and asks Fushimi what happened but Fushimi can barely respond, just saying Mikoto’s name and then the call ends.
Kusanagi and Yata dash up to the roof like in canon (though now with extra pain because imagine poor Yata with Fushimi dying in his arms, he’d be even more of a mess). Totsuka stays back with Mikoto and they both see Anna come downstairs with her crushed marble, she takes Mikoto’s hand as she says ‘Saruhiko’ and Mikoto just gives this heavy sigh. In the aftermath I think Mikoto would still likely take the same path as in canon, even if Fushimi wasn’t his ‘stopper’ Fushimi is still someone important to him and Mikoto’s not just going to let that guy’s death be in vain. I kinda imagine Munakata talking to him in the jail at some point and wondering about Mikoto’s relationship with Fushimi, Munakata had his eye on Fushimi as well of course but stayed his hand noting that Suoh seemed….close to him. Mikoto gives this wry grin like is that what it looked like, refusing to answer properly. Really though he knows the truth and for Mikoto this is all someone like him can do: chase down the person who stole Fushimi from him and burn them to nothing, and if that means his own death then so be it.
#Mikosaru#Talking K#SHIP MIKOSARU ALL YE HEATHENS#look a wild ask appears#I got some queued for today :D#anyway I'm sure I did a Fushimi one where he's in S4#Homra is more interesting from a Mikosaru perspective#I think if Saru's in S4 even if Mikoto wants to avenge him he would leave it to Munakata#bc that matter concerns Munakata more even if Mikoto does want his revenge
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I Stayed There - Eugene Sledge x OFC Chapter 4 - The Thought That Counts
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 /// Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9
Summary: Eugene and Anna reunite after years of being apart, but they're soon to learn that their losses don't mean as much to the rest of the world
Warnings: Mentions of death, language
Word Count: 2.8k
Tags: @cagzzz107
A/N: Character's names in bold italics indicate a change in POV
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Eugene
I had been home for two days before I went to see Anna - it took that long for my mother to let me out of her sight. I didn't call beforehand, just walked up the road to her house, the white walls reflecting orange in the light of the sunset. It felt good to be there again, as if I were returning to a second home.
She was out on the porch when I arrived, sleeping soundly in one of the garden chairs as radio static drifted through the open window. There were flowers on the windowsill and scattered around the floor, arranged in wilting bouquets around her as if she were some incarnation of Ophelia, eyes restfully closed and hands folded in her lap.
I hesitated, and for a moment I just stood there on the front step, looking at her and wondering how any single hello could make up for the grief she'd suffered without me there to offer any comfort. But then I noticed something else. In the years that had passed since we'd last seen each other, something about her had changed. Or had it? Maybe I had been too foolish to notice before, but that night Anna had seemed to me the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
Finally, I made my approach, reaching out tentatively and letting my hand gently graze her shoulder. "Anna?" I spoke softly. Her brow furrowed deeply and she muttered something as she gradually regained consciousness, her expression contorted in irritation. I stayed hovering over her, and it took her a moment to actually process her surroundings.
"Eugene," She murmured, clearly annoyed that I had woken her, before realising what was happening. "Eugene!" She cried again, eyes suddenly wide as she bolted out of the chair, hurling her entire body weight onto me in an embrace as I let out a grunt, stumbling backwards slightly.
Anna held onto me so tightly that I could feel her breathing, her chest rising and falling against mine. But she was quiet. Her knuckled dug into my back as she balled her hands into fists, clutching at the fabric of my shirt, and I could hear the way her breathing began to grow ragged. I knew what had happened to her, and the guilt I felt at being unable to help her during that time was something that would stick with me for years, but that evening I had to make the fact I was there now be enough.
"Hey," I spoke, rubbing my palm up and down against her spine as my other hand reached for the front door. "C'mon, let's go inside."
"No," She seized my wrist, keeping me from opening the door. "Ma's sleeping, I don't wanna wake her up. Let's just stay out here, it's not cold."
I frowned, but let her guide me to the porch step, taking a seat beside her as we both stared ahead down the driveway, the gravel track bathes in golden light from a singular streetlight before the fields across the road faded away into blackness. She was wearing a nice tea dress of thin white fabric that fell just below her knee and was covered with small purple flowers. Despite her insisting it wasn't cold, from that close I could see the goosebumps rising on her arms from the cool air, and I wordlessly took off my jacket and placed it across her shoulders.
After a moment, she spoke. "Are you okay?" I paused then, startled by the realisation that she was the first person to ask me that. I was uninjured, that much was clear to the eye, which put me in far better stead than most soldiers coming home. I supposed that if anyone knew about wounds we couldn't see, it was Anna.
"Not really," I admitted, my voice meek and quickly dissipating in the evening air.
She nodded slowly. "That's okay. I'm not either."
I reached out and wrapped my arm around her, her head resting against my shoulder. But as I looked down, her brow seemed to furrow, and her expression contorted into something that looked like guilt. I frowned, my grip on her loosening, but she didn't move.
A light turned on in one of the upstairs windows, and Anna turned sharply, looking up at it. When Mrs March's silhouette passed she let out a heavy sigh, shrugging off my jacket. "You should go."
I didn't pretend to understand the way things between her and her mother seemed to have changed. But I hadn't been around for two years, and their entire life had been thrown for a loop. It wasn't my business to try and understand, simply to respect that things were the way they were. And so I stood up without retort, shaking my head slightly. "Keep it, I'll get it back from you next time. It won't be the first jacket you've kept."
"But you'll get cold walking home," She frowned, only half wearing it still.
"You don't need to worry about me," I assured her.
But it was beginning to dawn on me that maybe I needed to worry about her.
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Anna
The next evening, Mary Houston's mother organised a dinner party to celebrate the engagement between Mary and Sid. It was not a modest affair - but in all my years I'd never expected modesty from the Houstons - and there must have been thirty of us lining the table that filled the dining room until it was just teetering on the edge of feeling cramped.
Most people had brought their parents - Sidney's mother and father, Mr and Mrs Sledge, and I even spotted Penelope Bright's family at the bottom end of the table, whom I couldn't remember speaking to since graduation. By this time I had given up making excuses for my mother's absences - If I claimed she was ill every time she decided she didn't want to go out, then people would have started planning her funeral by this time for how sick she seemed to be. I had left her sitting on the couch with some meatloaf and mashed potatoes on the dining table, of which I didn't expect her to eat much more than half.
I sat opposite Mrs Sledge, with Eugene diagonally across from me next to Mary, and Sidney to my right. There was an awkward gap between us caused by the absence of my mother in the seating plan, which was made all the more prominent when her chair was removed so that I could not shift closer to Sid.
The meal went smoothly, Mrs Sledge making delicate conversation about whatever vague topic she could think of, and I could tell she was skating around anything that could allude to the tragedy everyone knew hung over my family. It was a strange situation I found myself in - I didn't want to talk about what happened, but I never wanted to feel as if others had forgotten either. We were about halfway through dinner when Mrs Houston rose from her seat, her fork clinking against the crystal glass in her other hand, drawing the attention of the table.
"It's so nice to have everyone here tonight," She began. Not everyone, I thought. "And I'm so glad that we all made it through safe and sound, without losing a soul among us."
And there it was. Only seconds into her toast and I could already feel the eyes of the room suddenly drawn to me, my shoulders beginning to hunch as I retreated back into my seat in some mortifying combination of embarrassment and shame. Why was I ashamed? Because my misfortunes had ruined the tone of the evening for everyone else? Fuck everyone else.
"Excuse me one moment," I muttered my excuses, shooting up from my seat. I heard Mary hiss sharply, scolding her mother before footsteps trailed behind me as I hurried up the stairs to the smallest bathroom at the back of the house where no one would disturb me.
I took a long, shaky inhale as I entered the bathroom, only half closing the door in my efforts to get to the sink, wiping my hands across my cheeks as I stepped in front of the mirror, my eyes red and puffy in my reflection. Only seconds after I arrived, I saw Mary come in behind me in the mirror, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, the smell of her perfume filling my nose as she burrowed her face in the crook of my neck, her voice muffled against my skin when she spoke.
"I'm sorry," She said as I reached up, my hand clasping onto her wrist as I tucked my chin into the gap between her arms. "She wasn't thinking, Annie, I'm so sorry. She loves you like her own, she'll be torn up about it already. And she should be, it wasn't right to say things like that."
Eugene
The moment Anna had gotten up from her seat, I could feel Mary practically vibrating with rage beside me, and before her mother could say another word she screwed up the napkin in her lap, chucking it onto the table and making empty plates clatter. She pushed her chair out loudly, hissing at her mother over the whispers of guests at the other end of the table. "What were you thinking?!"
Once she was up, Sidney and I locked eyes across the table, and without a word we too were out of our seats, trailing behind her as she followed Anna up the stairs, my mother's faint protests falling on deaf ears. Despite the circumstances, it felt good to follow the others upstairs, the four of us reunited, decorum be damned, the way we always used to be.
When I reached the bathroom, Sid was hovering in the doorway and Mary had Anna in an embrace, talking too quietly for me to hear. Anna's eyes darted up and momentarily met mine in the mirror's reflection. And then there was that guilty look again, flashing across her face in a way that almost unsettled me. I had always known Anna to be many things, but unnecessarily guilty wasn't one of them. I knew by then that there must have been something she wasn't telling me.
"Hey, Anna, I can drive you home if you want," Sidney offered. "My car's just outside."
It seemed as if a perfect opportunity to leave this disaster of an evening had just dropped into my lap. In truth, since returning home there was little I found more tedious than pleasant society, and no matter how much I loved her I was growing tired of my mother clinging to me. "I can walk you back, I think I'm gonna call it a night to, it's on the way so-"
"No, it's alright," She interrupted firmly, although her tone remained pleasant as she gently peeled Mary's hands away from her shoulders. "I'll go with Sid, it's a little cold out."
"...Right."
Anna sniffed loudly, tucked a piece of golden hair back behind her ear, and slipped out of the room without a word, narrowly stepping between Sidney and I, her back turned to me. When she disappeared around the corner I turned back towards the bathroom and noticed Sidney and Mary frowning at each other.
"What?" I asked.
"Is there something going on with you two?" Mary asked, brow furrowed as she leaned back against the edge of the sink. "You seem... awkward."
That night was only the second time I had seen Mary since coming back, and sitting next to her through dinner I remember just feeling relieved when I realised the infatuation I'd held for her in my youth had simply dissipated, gone as if it had never been there at all. All she was to me now was a friend - a real friend - and no matter how concerned we all were, it felt good to have all that tension lifted.
"I don't know," I admitted. "I think there's something she's keeping from me that she doesn't want me to know about."
"Ah," Sid said. Mary bowed her head slightly, but I could see the faintest of smirks creasing her cheeks.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Anna's gonna be waiting, I've gotta go," Sidney shrugged, ducking out of the doorway. I watched him go, then turned my inquisitive expression on Mary, who cleared her throat noisily, her eyes not meeting mine.
"I've gotta get back downstairs," She shrugged as she passed me, leaving me standing next to the toilet in silent confusion.
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Anna
I waited in the passenger seat of Sidney's car for a little while before he came out, a Bing Crosby song playing quietly on the radio as I sat back against the brown leather, rubbing my thumb and forefinger against the stitching in the hem of my dress as he came walking down the driveway.
The door swung shut as he sat down, his coat and hat still left inside for when he returned. "You sure you're okay?" He asked, fidgeting slightly as he made himself comfortable, his fingers flexing against the steering wheel.
"Me? Oh, yeah," I sighed. "Hey, most of the time it's like everyone either forgets my brothers are all dead or it's all they ever wanna talk to me about, I'm getting used to it. For once it'd be nice if people just knew and kept it to themselves, it's not like I'm gonna forget half my family got killed, is it?"
Sidney sighed, turning on the engine as it roared to life and the seat began to vibrate slightly beneath me. "Yeah, well, those people are assholes, and you don't have to talk to 'em."
"Except I do."
"You do. But it's the thought that counts."
I smiled over at him, leaning my shoulder against the door as we trundled out of Mary's driveway, picking up speed along the wide country roads, passing mailboxes and houses sunk back away from the track, porch lights like golden beacons in the evening dimness. The hum of crickets was audible over the rumbling engine, and it reminded me of when I was a kid, my Pa driving me home after dinner at Mary's house as I tried not to fall asleep and miss out on the only time I ever got to sit in the front. My Pa had liked Louis Armstrong and the Dorsey Brothers - he played jazz records in the living room whilst he read his paper and smoked his pipe, and liked it when I perched on the couch so he could tell me about when he was a boy - fishing trips with his grandpa, his first visit to a concert hall.
I think I was a bit of a mystery to my father. He didn't seem to understand how a father was 'supposed' to talk to a daughter, and there was always a sense of bewilderment in his expression when confronted with me - a little, scrappy thing with bruised knees and bright yellow pigtails. But he tried, and even when I was too young to understand why he might have struggled, I still recognised how hard he tried. When he talked to my brothers it seemed effortless, but on those drives home when it was just the two of us, it was as if we never talked about the same subject twice. As if every conversation we had was just him desperately trying to find some common ground between us. I like to think that he succeeded. I was only fourteen when he died, but I can remember being seventeen when my mother told me that I was the child that reminded her the most of him.
I suppose it had never occurred to me or him that in all of his desperate and varied efforts to connect with me, I was the one he ended up rubbing off on most of all. Because in the end, I think I was the one who knew him best. In all his efforts to understand me, I got to understand him too.
My temple was pressed against the window, the rumbling of the car against the uneven road reverberating and vibrating around in my skull, when Sidney spoke again.
"You know, you need to tell him."
I sat up straight, the car suddenly feeling quieter. "Tell who?"
"Eugene."
I let out a sigh, slumping slightly in my seat. "I don't see why, it doesn't really affect him."
"How doesn't it?" Sid prodded, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to look at me. "It affects you, so it affects him. You've been friends for a long time now, your life is important to him."
My head flopped sideways against my shoulder as I looked over at him. "You should give advice more often."
"Yeah, I know, I'm really smart. It's why Mary wants to marry me."
"I don't want to marry you."
"I don't want to marry you either."
"I find that hard to believe," I shrugged, chuckling as I straightened myself in my seat.
"So are you gonna tell him?" Sidney asked again.
"Yes! Ok? I'll tell him. I am going to tell Eugene."
"Good," He said, then frowned. "Just... don't expect him to be happy about it."
#i stayed there#eugene x anna#eugene sledge#eugene sledge x oc#eugene sledge x ofc#eugene sledge x reader#the pacific#hbo war#the pacific fic#hbo war fic#sidney phillips#mary houston#oc: anna
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The Cook Family, 1321-1325
Family portrait 1321, painted by Martha Cook
Births: Sofia and Mary Herrera (1323), Edgar Herrera (1325), Anna Cook (1325)
Deaths: Mary Herrera (birth trauma, 1323), Matias Herrera (hunting accident, 1324), Edgar Herrera (stillborn, 1325), Anna Cook (stillborn, 1325)
Marriages: Beatrice and Matias Herrera (1321), Beatrice and Polo Herrera (1324), Benedict and Ivana Cook (1325)
More details and updated family tree under the cut:
1321
Beatrice has been going through a phase where she feels like the world hates her. Shortly before her sixteenth birthday, she is so mortified that her heart stops!
Luckily, Martha is able to plead with the Reaper for her life. Beatrice will not soon forget the kindness done to her.
Later that month, heir Benedict becomes a teenager.
In the summer, Miriam celebrates her twentieth birthday - a significant accomplishment at this time. Henry takes pride in himself for raising his oldest child to adulthood. Despite the tragedy of her husband's death, she is determined to make the best of her life and raise Gwendolyn to be a fit heiress to the Langraab barony.
Beatrice and Matias grow closer together.
A little too close! Beatrice misses her moons in the fall of 1321, and it soon becomes clear she is pregnant. Furious with both of them, Henry demands they wed to legitimize their union.
The church does not allow them to marry on their grounds, so they hold a private ceremony. Beatrice moves out of the family home to live with Matias, who shares a plot of land with his three brothers.
Despite being angry about their premarital relations, Henry is still excited to meet his grandchild.
Love seems to be in the air, as Benedict catches the eye of Ivana, a peasant girl.
1322
The Cook women seem to have bad luck with twins, as while Sofia is born healthy, her sister Mary is not so lucky. Beatrice and Miriam reconcile over their shared loss.
Baron Landgraab, while still sharp, feels his age catching up to him. He begins teaching Miriam the ins and outs of running his enterprise, so after he and Nancy are gone, she might act in her late husband's stead until Gwendolyn is of age to marry.
In the fall, Martha reaches adulthood, though in her undead state her life remains unchanged. She intends not to seek a husband, and to stay with and watch over her family for however long she can sustain herself.
In the winter, Benedict proposes to Ivana. Though the two are not yet of age to marry, he feels he wants to spend the rest of his life with her when the time comes.
1323
In the spring, Sofia leaves her cradle and takes her first steps. Matias and Beatrice are overjoyed at their good fortune.
1324
Matias is injured by a boar while hunting in the summer and dies. Beatrice, distraught at her husband's death, takes comfort in commiserating with Miriam. Matias' brothers vow to take care of her and Sofia.
Before the leaves begin to fall, Matias' oldest brother Polo has impregnated Beatrice. The two are quickly wed, but they catch the pregnancy early enough that they are able to conceal it and wed in the church.
Beatrice, celebrates her twentieth birthday in the winter.
Gwendolyn's toddler days are over.
1325
Spring of 1325 is quite an eventful time for the Cook family.
Young Geoffrey becomes a teenager.
Beatrice gives birth to baby Edgar, who sadly does not survive.
Benedict and Ivana reach marriage age, and are wed in early March. Henry, now 47 and feeling his health worsen with each day, is glad he has lived to see his heir grow up and get married; though he not-so-subtly hints to the happy couple that he would feel great pride in living to see the birth of a grandson.
Sure enough, by midsummer both Beatrice and Ivana are pregnant.
The autumn is spent making expansions to the house - Geoffrey and Richard now have separate rooms, and their old room is prepared for the new baby.
Unfortunately, baby Anna would never get to use the room.
Updated family tree:
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@happieststarters
Anna woke up early, which was something she almost never did, but she didn’t wanted to be home, after countless years of waiting that her sister would wish her happy birthday, she figured it hurt less when she wasn’t around, that way she was alone on her birthday because she wanted to, not because everyone forgot about her.
But this time she wasn’t truly alone, she had snow, and they would have a fun day at the park together. Throw ball for snow to get was something she loved to do, until of course snow decided to take the ball to someone else stead of her, making her run toward the person. “I’m sorry, she likes to play with everyone.” Anna said, after all not everyone liked dogs
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This is anna-phora again (I've been sending ppl 2 asks which is probably how I ran up against the Tumblr limit but ANYWAYS) tell me more about your favorite Teen Wolf OC please.
@anna-phora – MY FAVE IS PROBABLY DONOVAN STOKER AT THE MOMENT EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT TEEN WOLF IN MONTHS
okay, so, first, to understand donovan, we need to dissect fiona, because their stories are closely entangled
fiona was made into a necromancer effigy (a poppet; "voodoo doll") when she visited adam grimshaw after a seizure erica had had put her in hospital
because erica wasn't with her, adam couldn't heal her, but gave fiona the ability of transference to help ease erica's suffering
erica used to also get seizures in the night, but fiona took them on in her stead; she swallowed her own tongue countless of times, and she would wake up extra early to clean up the dead animals outside her windowsill who had taken on her transferred deaths for her
she was in the same class as donnie
matt (that creepy prick from season two) always had a crush on fi, and eventually mustered the courage to ask her out; which, unfortunately, she rejected
unfortunate, because matt did not take rejection well, and, on one late night, when she had stayed behind at school to help donnie with a project they'd been paired together for, matt used the kanima to drown her
in an act of survival instinct, she transferred the would-be drowning to the closest living thing; and in the deserted school, it would be donovan stoker
she managed to get out of the pool and administer cpr in time, calling an ambulance and saving donnie's life. but donnie wasn't the same
he'd touched death, and has a tethering to the necromancy coursing through fiona
he is visited frequently in the night by creatures of the abyss, just beyond death's veil, identifying him as a weak link and their way out into the mortal world
he's a gate that never properly closed; who was meant to die but never did and is now a victim of dark manipulations and torment
he tries to warn everyone of the night visitors, but is diagnosed as insane as a result of ptsd (even though the case itself is awfully weird? the boy with the water in his lungs, who was found completely dry and not remotely near a pool?)
he is sent to eichen house where he remains up until season five
he's inspired by the crooked man from the conjuring
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man... and he walked a crooked mile
The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell
And thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell
Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh.
and when the night visitors take control, he transforms into... this
he knows he's not insane but he begins to fake really bad episodes so he'd be isolated from the masses cause he's scared of hurting everyone but when he's alone in the dark it's worse for him and eventually he gets manipulated entirely into willingly helping
and it's his willingness that allows the crooked man through
it only comes in darkness, it cannot survive the light
he's margarethe's personal villain of the show. the night visitors fear all that could potentially seal them away again, like margarethe, who is a valkyrie
and what the night visitors fear, they want killed
so donnie is their little instrument of death, puppeteering his hands to blood and ruin
#oc: donovan stoker#oc: fiona reyes#oc: adam grimshaw#oc: margarethe#teen wolf oc#series: malevolence
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Hello Tempo, I hope you are okay. I would like to know if you intend to finish your old TPN long-fic someday. If not, would you consider posting a summary of the ending here on Tumblr?
Hi! Thank you, i'm doing fine, though I am quite busy lately.
As for my TPN long-fic, I suppose you are talking about Giver: no, I won't. A lot happened in my life between the time I started it, and the last publication, and this fic isn't as cathartic as it used to be (I also believe it went into a direction I don't like). I apologize for that, and as you requested (thank you for asking btw because otherwise I would have completely forgotten about it), here is the complete summary of what the end should have been. (^^)/
Warnings for what was about to come : body g*re, r*pe, t*rture, inc*st, death (lots of them) and bittersweet ending.
And under the cut because it's hella long :
If we continue from the latest chapter, Emma and Norman were going to Ray’s room to ask him for explanations regarding his secrets and what happened in room n°4.
Ray opens the door to them despite Hayato’s and the other Giver’s reluctance and explains what happened a few years ago when Andrew was here. Basically, when Andrew had arrived, he and the other mediators would do nights during which they would torture and/or rape a Giver or a Receiver of their choice, and then hide the evidence. Those nights would happen in room n°4. After stealing medicines for one of his elders, Ray had been publicly flagellated, but his resilience from the event surprised Andrew and he tried multiple times to take him to the room. Oliver always managed to protect him and make up for it, but after Nigel’s sudden death, Ray had had enough and decided to deliberately let himself be taken to room n°4. The idea behind it being that if he was the one going through everything, no one else would have to.
However, Andrew had discovered his relationship with Susan, and also the fact that she was actually his half-sister. (Ray hadn’t been aware until then). He wants to blackmail the boy by telling him that as long as he does what he is asked of, Andrew won’t tell anyone about his incest.
Ray then takes Emma and Norman to room n°4 (he had always kept the key with him), and opens the door to reveal Andrew’s decaying body. He explains that he killed him that night, using a porcelain shard. Everyone had been aware of his deeds at the time, but given what kind of person Andrew was, everyone kept it quiet. Since they didn’t want the demons to find out, and those couldn’t get into the House due to their heights, they closed the room for good, and decided to never talk about the events of Andrew’s presence ever again.
Officially, Ray and Krone explains, Andrew is still at the House, and Krone is writing his reports in his stead.
But despite the new shocking revelations, Norman inspects the room instead, and has no issues with moving the body away. He finds out a secret passage, as he had expected from the map he found with Vincent, and the trio enters to discover a hidden room leading to a dark corridor from which cold air emanates. There’s also a circuit breaker that Norman supposes is used to activate and de-activate the electric fences surrounding the House.
As the idea of finally escaping emerges in Emma and Ray’s head, people call them up from upstairs, and they rush back to the entrance of the House to discover that the demons have arrived, but instead of bringing a new batch of Givers or Receivers, they only have three women accompanying them: an unnamed Sister, Sister Anna, and who they call Aunt Gilda.
They are all armed.
Gilda tells everyone to reunites in the dining room and explains that she is from a new branch of Grace Field specialized in policing the cattle. She also explains that since new reforms are to come, a part of the group will be executed right this instant. Everyone complains, including Krone, that they had never heard of such things as reforms…
“Uh? Oh, the information mustn’t have been relayed efficiently. We have decided to switch our system from natural procreation to artificial insemination. We already have a successful example right here, don’t we? Helen, Hayato?”
Everyone discovers then that Helen and Hayato, despite being assigned as partners, never had any sexual intercourses, and instead were used to do the tests for artificial inseminations, which ended up successful since Helen is pregnant. Hayato was actually already a product of artificial insemination, and came from an experimental farm called Lambda, the tattoo from it hidden by the fabrics surrounding his wrists. That was also the reasons for so many transfers, as Grace Field was the last farm which would partake in the new system, all leftovers from each farms were sent here.
Gilda announces that all those transfers will also be executed tonight. She also says that Ray will be placed under supervision by the unnamed Sister in room n°4, claiming that it was left unused anyway…
“About Andrew? Oh, everyone knew he was dead already, no one cared that’s all. You can move his body somewhere else. How do we know? We had a great informant. Her name was Susan if I recall well… She has sadly died from childbirth though. But her child has been left in the care of Mama Isabella, so there’s no worries to have… Well, unless the child’s father decided to go against orders of course.”
Ray is then forcibly taken back to room n°4 against his protest, and the rest of the group has barely the time to say goodbye to the transfers before they are taken back with the cars the demons arrived with. Norman does manage to say goodbye to Vincent one last time, and Vincent reveals to him that all that he has done was both because he loved Norman, but also because of the regrets he had when he lost his two best friends, Barbara and Cislo, who died because of the system.
Olivier tells Emma to never give up, and leaves with the rest of the group. Ensues a tense night in which everyone is on edge. Emma sneaks out of her dorm to talk with Gilda and ask why she is doing all of this. Gilda tells her that she is just ensuing her future.
“Isn’t that what you wanted? For us to stay together forever? Emma, I’m infertile. In the eyes of the system, I’m as good as a 4-year-old. I have no other choices. This is the only way to ensure a future for the both of us.”
“What about Ray? What about Norman? What… What even about all the other kids? About Phil, or Don?”
“… Phil and Don are dead. I’ve taken care of their bodies myself. As for Ray and Norman… The first one is no more than a common whore and the second a murderer, are those really the people you want to share your life with?”
Without results, Emma goes back to her dorm. The next day, everyone arrives in the dining room with empty eyes. Gilda is the one supervising lunches now. She says that Ray has escaped from his prison by seducing his guard, the poor girl kneeled next to Gilda with a gun pointed to her head, tears brimming from her eyes. Suddenly, Ray appears from behind Gilda and attempts to kill her with a shard of porcelain, but fails miserably as he kicks him back and throw him on the ground.
“This is what happens to those incapables of following orders.”
She shots the girl in the head. Her blood and brain scatters on the floor. Gilda smiles to herself “See? This is what I like to hear… Silence.”
Anna comes up after her, holding a beaten-up Norman, and throw him on the ground. Emma and Ray hurry to his side to check on him. His nose his broken, but other than that, he only has bruises, which is already a lot for someone like him. Gilda explains that she found him sneaking around where he shouldn’t have and gave him a lesson. She also says that Anna will now be the one in charge of keeping Ray in check, and that he better behaves if he doesn’t want her dead.
Ray asks Gilda why she isn’t killing him than, and Gilda explains that all his children had gotten good scores for their tests, and as such, his genes are a valuable thing. She isn’t allowed to kill him. Just like she isn’t allowed to kill Norman because he supposed to become the Queen’s best meal.
The day goes by, the members of the House were forced to clean up the unnamed sister’s body. Everyone is on edge.
During the night, Ray has a talk with Anna, and convinces her to let him out just this once, and that he promises to go back to his cell. That he dreams of freedom and wishes the same for her. (It’s more convincing than that I can assure you). She accepts at the condition that she can follow him to where he is going, and they both get to the attic, where all the remaining Givers, Receivers and Mediators reunited to decide what to do next.
Each side is accusing the other until Emma shuts everyone down by explaining that there is a way out, and that everyone can escape and live happily. That life doesn’t have to be dictated by the rules they were forced to live by, or by the books they’ve read. That she discovered how much each group had love to give, and that, no matter the social statue or the gender.
Helen agrees with her and says that she wants to live in a world where the child she bears grows up happily. One by one, the entirety of each group follows after, and a common agreement is made to escape the Whorehouse. Everyone decides that in order to stay equal, the leader for their escape plan are Emma for the Receivers, Ray for the Givers, and Norman for the Mediators.
A day passes by, and everything seems in order, Gilda is even surprised by how calm things are. During the night, Emma come to see Gilda and tells her that she was right, and she should have never doubted her younger sister. She tells her everything Gilda ever wanted to hear, and it makes the younger woman realize that Emma is lying. She drags her out of her room, and furiously looks around to discover that the entire house is empty, not even Anna stayed. There’s also a lingering smell…
Suddenly, Emma sets the House on fire, and attempts to attack to Gilda to incapacitate her. Gilda has been trained well however, and their fight leads them right back to room n°4. Gilda shouts at her that she knows that they all escaped using the secret passage from the room, and that demons are already waiting at the exit to get them back to their place. To which Emma reply that Gilda way of thinking is still too simple: everyone escaped from the outside, and the electricity had been de-activated for the occasion. Emma was just distracting Gilda.
In a feat of rage, Gilda tries to get to the circuit breaker to re-activate the electricity, but Emma stops her, they fight for a while, it escalates to Gilda piercing Emma’s eye with a pair of scissors, and Emma shooting Gilda with the gun Violet had given to Ray. In her last breath, Gilda tells Emma that they both had never ones to give, but always ones to take. To which Emma replies that she had to learn that herself, but that in the end, she believed that all humans are givers at heart.
Gilda laughs, and her last words are “I know... You gave me plenty of love, enough to make me crazy. But the love I had for you, for everyone... I never found a way to give it to them the same way you did for me. I’m sorry... I can tell it to you now... I love you, Emma. I always did.”
Gilda dies in Emma’s arm, and Emma is left alone between two paths leading her to death. She gathers her strength and climb back to the dining room, where she sits down and waits for the smoke to asphyxiate her and finally take her life.
But Norman, who had felt that Emma was trying to sacrifice herself, had come back to the House with Ray, together, they carry her back to where the group escaped to.
Emma says that she sees a bright light ahead of her… Unknowing of whether it’s for a new day to come, or death.
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