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#annalise tried her best#gabriel almost had a heart attack#nathan pretended to still be asleep#the bastard son and the devil himself#tbsatdh#half bad#nathalise#annalise & gabriel#nabriel#nabrielise#annalise o'brien#nathan byrn#gabriel boutin#social media au
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Should I Stay, or Should I Go?
Happy Monday! I hope I did this request justice, tried to keep it light with a bit of angst. Not sure where I want these two to end up but let me know what you think!
Requested by the lovely @caseyandsloan
Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader (gave her a name but no descriptions used)
Warnings: A bit of Angst, Mark being Mark.
“Annalise, wait-“
I rolled my eyes at the sound of the familiar voice trailing behind me.
“Don’t you dare ‘Annalise’ me. It’s DOCTOR Grey to you, Doctor Sloan. I have no interest in speaking to you so please go whore yourself to any other attending,”
I continue walking until I reach the nursing bay, pulling out one of my patient’s charts and looking into their case. Mark stood in front of me, and gave me an apologetic smile.
“Fine, “Doctor” Grey, can you please just hear me out. I came to Seattle to find you, to apologize. I want to be part of your life again. What I did was a mistake, but you have to know that I never stopped loving you,” he pleaded, his eyes begging me to believe him.
My heart wavered, feeling a million and one emotions in a span of a few seconds. Our life together flashed before my eyes; our first date, our time during medical school together with our friends, being best man and maid of honor at Derek and Addison’s wedding, finding out we were pregnant. The last memory to cross my mind however, was the scene I walked into back in New York. The way he and my ex-best friend Addison Montgomery, were in bed together. My gaze immediately hardened once more.
“Here’s what you’re NOT going to do, Mark. You’re not going to show up to my place of work and bat your baby blue eyes at me in hopes of me taking you back. You ripped my heart into *shreads* Mark. I loved you. Part of me still does. But you don’t get to prey on that minuscule part of me. Not anymore. Now get the hell out of my sight before I call security,” I could feel my eyes water as I glared at him, the hurt fueling my heart.
Before Mark could say anything else, I heard a voice I’d never been more thankful speaking up from behind me.
“Is everything alright, Annalise?” I turned to find Miranda Bailey staring at me with her arms crossed, turning her head to shoot daggers at Mark. My sister, Meredith, was standing beside her along with the rest of the interns, looking on.
“Everything’s fine Miranda, thank you. Come on Meredith, I think you and Yang on my service today,” I walked forward, hearing my sister’s sneakers trail behind me. Rounding the corner I paused against the nearest wall and let out a deep breath. Meredith came to a short stop behind me.
“So…who was that?”
I scoffed humorlessly. “That, Mer, was Mark Sloan,”
“Wait. THE Mark Sloan? The guy who slept with your best friend? Derek’s best friend?Jolie’s father? THAT Mark Sloan?” Meredith’s eyes widened comically and both she and Christina looked back down the hall, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the man in question.
“Yup. The one and only jackass,” I huffed. I took a deep breath, put on my game face, and pushed off the wall. Mark Sloan had taken so much from me, and I wasn’t going to let him piss me off at my place of work anymore.
“Wait, wait. Derek’s best friend, who slept with Derek’s WIFE was married to you, Derek’s other best friend? What, was this some sort of doctor orgy?” Christina said as we made our way to our first patient.
“First off, we were never married. We were together for six years. But welcome to the Grey-Sloan-Shepherd family dynamic, Yang. Stick around, there’s so much more to come,” I rolled my eyes as we reached the patient’s room. The day continued and I managed to forget about Mark. That is, until I saw Derek punch him in the middle of the nursing bay. I gasped, along with the rest of the on-lookers before following Derek with my eyes as he walked away.
“That was one hell of a punch, Shepherd’s a badass!” I turned to see Alex Karev smirking to George O’Malley who looked like a fish out of water as his eyes trailed between Derek, Mark, Meredith, and finally to me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he immediately looked away, a deep blush spreading along his cheeks.
I sighed. Fuck, this was going to be one hell of a fucking day.
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The sound of a lunch tray slamming down onto the table tartled me from my deep thoughts. I looked up to see Callie Torres and Miranda Bailey looking at me sheepishly. I nodded and both women sat down, waiting for me to speak first. I rolled my eyes playfully, taking a bite of my carrot.
“Go on, I know you want to ask..”
“Holy SHIT, Anna. THAT’s Mark? He’s fucking hot!” Callie gushed, looking around to make sure the man in question wasn’t around. Bailey scoffed and nudged Callie.
“Torres!”
I laughed at Bailey’s exclamation.
“No, she’s right Miranda. He’s ridiculously hot. But he’s also the biggest asshole on the planet,” I shrugged, taking a sip of my coke.
“Mind if we ask what happened? All we know is that you came to Seattle after breaking up with your ex. There’s definitely more to that if he’s back here begging for you to take him back.” Callie said, smiling sympathetically. I let out a deep breath and allowed myself to think back to the good old days.
“What’s there to tell? He was the love of my life and we were happy. And then he decided to fuck my best friend, in turn hurting both me and HIS own best friend.”
Both women stayed silent, knowing that there was more to come.
“Two years ago Mark and I were the couple that everyone was jealous of. The country’s most well renowned plastic surgeon and cardio thoracic surgeon, tackling New York together. Mark, Derek, Addison and I were truly the best of friends. Addy and I grew up together and when we met Mark and Derek in college the four of us were inseparable. Derek and Addison got married after we all got our PhD’s and Mark and I were over the moon for them.
“A few months after the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. And after seeing how happy Mark was at Derek’s wedding I assumed he’d be just as happy about the baby. I mean, we spoke about our future all the time but I guess it was just all talk to Mark. The second I mentioned I was pregnant, he changed. He started staying late at Cornell, taking on case after case. It was like he was never home. And I didn’t question it, I just assumed he was busy, maybe even working hard to save up for the baby. But one rainy night, Derek and I worked a late together and he offered to drive me back home when we finished up. Since’s Derek and Addison’s place was close by, we walked there so Derek could grab his car from the garage. The second we walked in to the house, we both knew something was up. The sight of a familiar leather jacket on the ground next to a pair of haphazardly tossed heels made my stomach drop. Derek and I shared a glance, both of our hearts breaking simultaneously.
“Derek walked up the steps to his bedroom while I did my best to keep myself from hyperventilating. The second I heard Addison’s gasp and Mark’s voice calling out for Derek, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Derek flew back down the stairs, eyes watery. Our gaze locked and he grabbed his keys and raincoat, pulling me by my hand, doing his best to drag me out of the house but not before a familiar silloutte stood at the top of the stairs.
“Annalise…”
Mark’s voice cracked with shame and my tears finally spilled over. That was the last time Mark and I saw each other. Derek and I immediately went back to the hospital where we spent the night consoling each other in silence. We were shocked. Sick to our stomaches. Devastated. Jolie was born 7 months after that and it’s just been the three of us ever since. I officially made Derek Jolie’s God-Father and we’ve been happy. Mark tried to reach out multiple times but I packed up and left Seattle shortly there after. Changed my number and just lived my life for my little girl.
So watching Derek sucker punch Mark truly made my day. I even got myself a cookie to celebrate,” I took a bite of the cookie in hand and smiled at the women infront of me.
They both looked disheartened and yet happy to have gotten the full story.
“Thank you for telling us Anna. If you need anything at all, we’ve got your back,” Callie said, smiling and placing a hand over mine. Miranda nodded.
“Absolutely. I’ll kick that little shit in the balls if he ever attempts to come near you if I have to,” I laughed and smiled back at them, happy to have friends like them.
Hours passed and I was staring at the OR grease-board while chewing on a twizzler before hearing two familiar voices off to my left.
“Welcome aboard Doctor Sloan, Seattle Grace is proud to have you,”
I turned to see Chief Webber shaking hands with Mark. My mouth dropped open, Derek standing a few feet behind me with the same look on his face. I felt like a fish out of water, my heart racing. Suprise, sadness, fear and rage bubbled inside me and before I knew it, I felt myself explode.
“What the fuck Chief!”
Please let me know if you’re interested in a part two. Do you think Annalise should forgive Mark down the line, or should a new love interest join in on all the fun?
#my writing#mark sloan x reader#mark sloan#greys anatomy x reader#request#mark sloan x reader insert#mark sloan fanfic
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you too - matt s.
chapter one (intro) ; mystery boy
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
in which;
living out of an apartment in the city, it's your second year of university and things are going smoothly. one morning, your best friend annie tells you about a new boy attending your university; matthew sturniolo. he's hot, smart, and exactly your type. you don't think much of it, but once you meet him yourself, you can't seem to get him out of your mind- or your bed- and neither can he. but how long can you keep matt's triplet brothers, chris and nick, from finding out?
warnings - none (for this chapter !)
6:45am
my eyes slowly open to the sunrise slightly peeking through my window and the sound of birds chirping as i roll over, tap 'snooze' on my alarm, and sigh when i see what time it is. i rub my eyes and try to fight the tiredness flooding my body. as much as i love being to able to study literature at my dream university, waking up this early for lectures sucks.
today is tuesday, meaning i have almost 2 hours with my least favourite professor; mr bryan. luckily, my best friend annie, short for annalise, is picking me up afterward for brunch at starbucks. i would drive us there but unlike me, annie got her license the second she turned 16. i tried to get my license three times but didn't pass once and am way too scared of failure to re-try it. we're both 19 now and she's basically been my personal Uber for the last few years.
i rub my eyes once more, pulling the sheets off my body and standing up. i instantly walk to my bathroom and splash a hand full of cold water onto my face to help wake me up.
as I start to brush my teeth, i decide the silence in my apartment needs to be broken with some music. i walk back into my room and grab my speaker off the top of my dresser as well as my phone, opening spotify and clicking shuffle play on my liked songs.
valentine by COIN starts playing as a smile is suddenly plastered on my face.
"perfect.", i whisper to myself, turning the volume up by a few and walking back to the bathroom.
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7:42am
blue.. or pink? i tilt my head at my reflection and struggle to decide which long-sleeve shirt to wear.
"y/n? you there?"
screw it. i'll just wear a hoodie.
"...y/n?"
"sorry! i'll meet you out front in 5.", i apologise, remembering i'm on facetime with annie.
"ok.. don't take too long, i have something to tell you. and it's literally freezing out here. love you!"
"bye! love you too, annie!", i exclaim, making a kissy face at the camera before hanging up. i place my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and pull my favourite grey hoodie down from my dresser, sliding it slowly over my head so i don't mess up my hair too much. i grab my airpods and a random lip gloss from my bedside table and stuff them in my bag with my macbook and textbooks. glancing in the mirror once more, i hear a honk outside followed by annie impatiently yelling my name. i quickly turn my speaker off and rush into the kitchen, snatching my apartment keys off the counter and walking out the door.
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as i stumble down a few steps and almost drop my bag on the concrete, i finally reach annie's car. i pull open the passenger door and hear bodies by dominic fike blaring. i get in and throw my stuff in the backseat as annie quickly turns the volume down and turns to face me.
"you're not gonna believe what happened this morning." grinning from ear to ear, annie turns back to face the road and puts the car in drive.
"ooh what is it? has mr bryan finally retired?", i reply with a giggle.
"better."
"better? no way."
annie giggles too and continues driving.
"well? tell me!", i say.
"there's a new boy. and he is definitely your type."
i roll my eyes sarcastically and look away from her. she says my name and i look back at her with half-fake annoyance plastered on my face.
"annie, you know i don't want anything to do with guys right now after what happened with the last one."
"just pleaseeee trust me on this, y/n! seriously, he's so hot."
"that's what you said last time! and the time before that!", i smile at her effort to hook me up with this mystery-boy.
"no this one's different! he's cute, and funny, and genuinely smart. he's studying filmmaking!", annie says in an attempt at being convincing.
"ok ok, what's his name then?". i try to hide my slight intrigue when she mentions film making; i was originally going to study filmmaking but chose literature instead as i felt i had more of a passion for writing.
"matthew - well, matt. i don't think anyone really calls him matthew. i mean, besides his triplet brothers when they make fun of him.", annie giggles.
"triplet brothers?"
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before reaching our university, we drove for another 15 minutes listening to music and talking about this 'matt' boy - who i was slowly getting more and more excited to meet..
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sorry this chapter is suuuper short, chapters 2-5 have already been written and are way longer- this one’s just kind of an intro to the series!
this is the first fic i’ve written since like 2020 so hopefully it’s not too terrible, trust it will be getting a lot better !! :)
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okay! it’s time! my older brothers season finale thoughts and reactions:
- when jessica walked into the cellar he whispered, very excitedly, “yesssss! blow that bitch up. tear her apart. cmon”
- he is terrified by jessica.
- after the reunion scene he goes “yknow… how progressive actually is this show… and how purely gay gabriel is… and how straight annalise is… cause it could be really really cool… if the three of them…” (i went “mhmhm shut up you’re missing things and tried not to scream”
- nathan: “it’d be a shit time to die” // my brother: “if he dies, she should get THAT stitched on the pillow”
- more about the polyamory: “it’s not like a SUPER super common thing but like it doesn’t exist at ALL in the media it would be so fucking sick if they did that, plus they’ve developed it in such an awesome and natural way… i’m excited”
- he wants to know why nathan didn’t just kick gabriel’s shirt.
- “maybe it has to be like… pure?”
- mercury is fucking evil and “jesus christ that’s rough”
- feels bad for the little kid
- loves loves loves gabriel
- wants to know how the memory powder works
- thinks it’s “so fucking cool and super bold” that they had annalise kill soul
- kept saying, “nah look ceelia’s fine… she’s breathing back there… it’s okay”
- “ah shit i knew it wasn’t gonna be okay”
- he loves that they subvert so many expectations and standards (having nathan not be the actual main main character, hinting at the throuple, having the goal of getting to mercury actually not be the goal, having marcus be such a tiny role when he was supposed to be the “big bad”)
- was terrified for gabriel
- was (pleasantly) surprised more people didn’t die
- thinks nathan is absolutely eating that heart
- pissed he doesn’t know nathans power
- sad the books aren’t good
- thinks there were “a couple cheesy moments, a few plot holes, and a couple things that were just a smidge too convenient” but that it’s one of the absolute best ya fantasy shows he’s seen
- absolutely LOVES that they’re all new faces and think they all did a fantastic job
- is somewhat in shock
- cannot fucking wait for season 2
in summary: he is one of us.
#my brother watches tbsatdh#they’re out of order cause we have a no phones rule while we watch so i just wrote them out as i remember what he said#tbsatdh spoilers#tbsatdh#the bastard son and the devil himself#the bastard son & the devil himself#nathan byrne#gabriel boutin#annalise obrien#ceelia#marcus edge#nathan edge#soul obrien#nabrielise
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June 20 - Part 3
After Rahmi came and got Josie and Lucky, I tried to walk around a bit. Annalise said it's good for helping my body along with labor. I made it slowly to the living room and saw Dakota.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Dakota asks me, stunned to see me upstairs.
"Annalise said walking is good during active labor." I explained, reaching for his hand. "I want to go sit on the porch for a bit and get some fresh air."
Dakota nods and grasps my hand, walking with me outside. I was still able to walk on my own but I felt better having someone with me. Caleb was talking to Lilith, Lily and Annalise about a few things for after delivery.
We reach the love seat on the porch and Dakota helps me sit down. Still not the most comfortable but it felt good to get off my feet for a few moments. "So, anything new with you?"
"You're a bit crazy, you know that? You're in labor and you're asking if anything is new with me." Dakota comments.
I laughed softly "Helps get my mind off it, plus Jillian sent me a odd text saying you two had news..."
Dakota nods his head and begins looking like a kid in a candy store. "Jillian is pregnant."
My eyes almost popped out of my head and not from a contraction. "Wow. Congratulations!"
I really am happy for them, there was a small little twinge of something in my heart that I couldn't and wouldn't name but overall, I felt thrilled for them. I know they'll make good parents.
"It was a shock at first but now I'm excited. I always planned on having kids someday and it looks like we're starting now." Dakota told me.
I wanted to continue our conversation but I felt a contraction starting. I gripped Dakota's hand and he looked at me like "Ow", I softly apologized and had him helped me back inside while he called for Caleb.
We passed by Lily and Lilith, who were talking out front. Lily had shifted into her werewolf form, the first time I had seen her transformed. Once we got back inside, Dakota handed me off to Caleb who led me towards his study.
Annalise listened to the baby's heartbeat - which was good and checked me to see how far dilated I was. Not close enough.
"Is there a way to hurry this along?" I asked, rubbing my stomach on my both sides. It didn't really help.
"Other than what you've been doing so far? Not really. In this case, it really is best to just let your body and nature do the work. It's the safest way unless you want to do a C-section?" She asked me.
I shook my head, only if it became necessary.
Caleb helped me back down the stairs and I had to go pee. I assume I did anyway. It was kind of hard to tell at that point.
"This sucks." I mumbled, leaning against my husband after I washed my hands and face up a bit. Caleb swayed with me, he looked content for the most part. Jerk.
"It will be worth it in the end. We will finally get to meet our baby." He reminded me softly, while rubbing my back. I whimpered and squeezed his shoulders through the pain, at least I can't really hurt him. Though the idea might be tempting later on.
Once the intense pain passed, Caleb gathered me up and carried me into our bedroom. He was aiming for our bed but I told him I wanted to sit with him on our love seat. I felt bone tired and trying to nap sounded good.
After Caleb made himself more comfortable, outfit wise, he cuddled me into him and I managed to doze off somehow.
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#the grant legacy#ts4 legacy#generation 2#vera grant-vatore#vera grant#dakota laws#caleb vatore#lily zhu#annalise blake#lily and lilith#valeb#ts4 pregnancy#ts4#thesims4#sims 4#sims4#ts4 story#sims4 story#sims4 legacy#simsstories#sims4 storytelling
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meet my mc ✦ ilw edition 2/4
yes i know i mentioned 5 mcs in ame's introduction post but i got rid of the fifth one lmao. rip milena wilder you and your slutty antics will be missed. also got rid of aoya and replaced him with mia since there's just something about ao that didn't leave me satisfied enough with their character to keep her as a mc 😭
also a little fun fact about mc's sister: since all my mcs are so different and have different ethnicities i headcanon their sister's full name to be something else every time i play. in mia's case her full name is annalise labelle, in ame's case it's joanna grimes, for my korean mc it's shin an-hee and for my egyptian mc it's anipe el-sayed
(cw/tw for mention of sa and lesbophobia under the cut)
full name: euphemia "mia" labelle
age: 22
birthday: march 20th, 2000
gender: questioning if cis female or non-binary
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: greysexual lesbian (apologies for forgetting to put the grey flag above 😭)
personality type: genuine 99% of the time, aggressive once in a blue moon
love interest: amalia de león
occupation: unemployed, thinking of becoming a writer/poet
fate: merged with her human half, successfully defeated matty and cured the horrors
fates of friends: everyone survived and stayed
more:
♡ she has two mothers, esmé and miranda labelle, who only legally married when mia turned 12. she calls esmé "mom" and miranda "mama" or even "mamita". her name came to be because esmé wanted something that shortened to mia but didn't want to use just mia itself (she felt it's too basic), to which miranda suggested euphemia.
♡ however, what she doesn't know (and what neither of them wanted to reveal to her, for obvious reasons) is that her biological father is matthias. he used to cheat on silvia with esmé, who tried to leave him after finding out that he's married and that she's into women, but he manipulated her into repressing her attraction to women so she'd stay with him and coerced her into having sex with him.
♡ she's fairly loud about her shipping of abel and lincoln (but obviously not in front of them) and has gotten up to many shenanigans together with amalia trying to set them up, starting from the very first moment they saw the two interacting without arguing.
♡ she is 100% a girl written in pink, glittery gel pen. she frequently listens to female pop artists like britney spears, madonna, sabrina carpenter, (as of recently) chappell roan, girls generation and tomoko kawase. she's also a sanrio girlie and likes dressing in kawaii fashion with a bit of coquette inspiration. (yes all of my mcs are fashion icons don't blame me)
♡ mia does not sleep in that grey hoodie, most of the time she sleeps in bloomers or night gowns/baby dolls but those last ones are usually saved for when she wants to impress amalia. she does wear hoodies (rarely, but she does) but they're in her usual pastel color palette.
ps: if any matty stans follow my blog i'm sorry for making him into an even worse piece of crap than he is in canon
♡ she's very into writing and has been since she was a kid. she writes a bit of everything from poetry to fanfic to original stories and wants to have her works published in the future. ever since amalia got into fanfic as well, mia has beta read for her as well as given her writing tips.
♡ despite neither of them seeing matty as a father, mia still has a healthy sibling relationship with lincoln and considers him to be one of her best friends (and her one closest platonic friend ever since her relationship with amalia turned romantic). the fact they're related has yet to fully sink in for her, but the more time they spend together, the more things in common they realize they have. mlm wlw solidarity fr
#playchoices#play choices#choices stories you play#choices stories we play#choices game#pixelberry#pb#pb choices#choices it lives#it lives anthology#it lives series#it lives within#ils#ilw#ilw mc#calico's mcs#meet my mc#mc: euphemia labelle
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18 and 20 for Gehrman! and 21 and 22 for Maria. (bonus 6 for Crow xD)
Awww yiss, all of the blorbos are here! Thanks girl <3
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For Gehrman:
How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
Oh definitely whatever the hell was going on with Maria. You know I see them as the father-daughter pair and both with a lot of issues, so I just run wild with it when writing. I like to think they were both lonely, traumatized people that bonded and did truthfully need support from each other at one point, but everything went so horribly wrong and they massively miscommunicated, leading to separation. Years later, perhaps there was hope for reconciliation, but it sprouted too late and never fully blossomed. The tragedy never fails to get me in the feels <3
Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
Hmmm, I guess besides Maria when things were healthy, I would say Ludwig because I suspect the two were very similar in temperament and hoped for the best in their endeavors as warriors. I always picture Laurence, Ludwig, and Gehrman as The Trio, if you will—the lads that met at Byrgenwerth and shaped the future, but Ludwig was likely the most level-headed of the three behind Gehrman, and I think they would have been great friends, even if Gehrman was quite a bit older.
For Maria:
If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
I love writing Maria’s duality and her internal struggle between being “perfect and good” while also refusing to acknowledge her own mistakes out of pure, unadulterated fear of failure. She can’t mess up because then she will have let everyone down, and I wrote this to be linked to her childhood, of course. I love writing the pressure her mother placed on her to be a good person, while her father tried to bring out the “monster” within. Naturally, this all leads to the Fishing Hamlet and Maria’s endless guilt complex ever after. I like to explore this.
I don’t like writing her fighting scenes lmao, but mostly because I struggle to describe her elegant movement and it drives me insane.
If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
I love when Maria isn’t written as purely innocent or good and is shown to have flaws that explain why she made certain choices later on. I want grey morality and sympathetic motives that the reader can condemn but understand.
I don’t like when she is written only as a sexually-charged girlboss, but that’s just me.
For Crow:
What's something you have in common with this character?
My goth drip and deep love for Queen Annalise 💀
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Thanks again!!
#asks#ask game#mutuals#bloodborne#lady maria of the astral clocktower#gehrman the first hunter#bloody crow of cainhurst
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It's definitely a topic that gets even more tangled up with bloodbornes overall themes of femininity and motherhood, explored further if you've seen the Viscerally Feminine video on youtube. It's entirely possible that the Great Ones even *do* align with femininity, but in a way that's kind of twisted. (Great Ones, surrogates, blah blah blah, parentage isn't necessarily related to gender but bb seems to have Stuff Going On) (I am very tired fkshsjsh)
i have watched that video, i thought it was amazing!!! bloodborne has such insanely complex commentary on womanhood. i genuinely think the themes of womanhood, menstruation, childbirth, and the visceral transformation of the flesh are crucial to why it’s been such an enduringly frightening classic.
my take on the great ones and womanhood has always been that it’s something humans assigned to them. they saw a Thing which had a child (kos) and designated her a “mother” because to them, mothers are the ones who bear children. they saw a Thing guarding a baby that didn’t belong to it and named her “wetnurse” because in their minds, women are the nurses of babies. equally, in Oedon they saw a Thing which was capable of impregnating people against their will and decided it was a “he”, because in their minds, men are the ones who sire children in others.
i’ve always loved this reading, because it is very catholic of the church to look at things they don’t understand and try to forcibly assimilate them into existing hierarchies instead of understand them without. like, in my mind, oedon isn’t really a “he”, oedon acts a lot more like a parasite does in nature by forcing other animals to take care of its offspring. kos may not have been a mother at all — male seahorses are the ones who carry children after all. my point in saying all this is that nature is messy, and the great ones are flesh just as any other part of nature might be — but the church has tried to force the great ones into their tidy little boxes of gender binary in order to reinforce the hierarchy which lends them their power.
all that to say — i agree that the great ones do align with femininity in a “twisted” way, and the above is my thoughts on why that might be!
as for women being more “in tune” with the great ones — it’s fascinating for sure! i’ve always thought that the blood saints did require some sort of treatment by the church to gain that property — possibly by having the blood of the great ones imbued into them directly? — but it’s nebulous at best what the process of “grooming” a blood saint looks like. of course, we also have arianna and annalise — but as probable descendants of the pthumerians, it may be that connection which grants them “kinship” of sorts with the great ones, and since they’re the only survivors of cainhurst… well, it’s not as though we’ve got much of a sample size. regardless, however, the fact of the matter is that many women we meet over the course of bloodborne are closely tied to the great ones (adella, adeline, arianna, annalise, fauxsefka, rom, etc…) i truly do wonder if the game overall was drawing on the idea of the “monstrous feminine” by having human women and great ones connected the way they are?
i love this game because there’s so many fascinating readings you can come away with!!! all of this is totally just ad-libbed, i hope it makes sense! and thank you so much for your thoughts!!!
#percy theoryposting :)#i guess lol#bloodborne#ask#its hard as well with bloodborne#with the elephant in the room of ‘trans people exist!’#and im of two minds about it#on one hand it sometimes feels bioessentialist in its presentation but i can’t help but wonder if its trying to comment on#rigid gender hierarchy and gender binary#like what was the point of all the reproduction based horror. what was the point it was trying to make#i dont really know#but in somewhat unrelated news i DO think Alien was So Right for the chestburster happening to men too#reproductive horror at its FINEST baybee
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Christopher Lockhart & Rosalie Atlas - Deep Dive
𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧' 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫
Disclaimer: Christopher Lockhart is the main antagoist for Rosalie's story and his character, what's done to Rosalie is based on my experience from an ex-boyfriend of mine, however there are things here that can be triggering so I'll start with the bullets and everything else will be under read more.
Triggering themes: SA mentions, suicidal ideation abuse from emotional to physical, and isolation.
Christopher Lockhart:
Rosalie's first love and only abuser
Half incubus aka Cambion
Hypersexual due to this demonic side
VERY abusive and used this power to make Rosalie feel small
Christopher Lockhart is the first love of Rosalie Annalise Atlas, and also her first introduction to pain, anger, sadness, and feeling completely vulnerable. Christopher is one of the reason why Rosalie became suicidal and often viewed herself in low regard. Christopher only viewed her as an object and someone that he could control.
Christopher comes from a demonic background, that being of incubi. Getting this trait from his father, his demonic behavior didn't surface until he hit puberty. Once he hit puberty, Christopher became aggressive and often leaned into demonic behavior; mainly his hypersexuality. The need for sex, and indulging into this sexual desires is one of the reason why Christopher was very aggressive towards Rosalie and treated her the way he did.
With the abilities that an incubus has, Christopher would invade her psyche and often take advantage of Rosalie when she was sleeping. Turning dreams into nightmares, this is how Christopher began honing in on her to fulfill those urges until that wasn't enough and he tried his best to physically attack her. However, those attempts were always stopped by Rosalie until Claire Daniels became involved and put a stop to everything.
During college, Christopher still kept a tight leash on her and would control where she went, what she wore even what she ate so he could feed on her energy to sustain himself. Even though he wasn't getting what he wanted from Rosalie physically, he did serial cheat on her with many girls often draining them until he had his full. It wasn't until Rosalie broke up with him, that Christopher displayed his demonic strength and tried to hurt her further almost killing her. However, with Gabriel being there to protect her, Rosalie unleashed all the power she had to hurt him and give him a fraction of the pain of what he did to her. Breaking his arms, shocking him with her electricity manipulation, and even channeling Gabriel's strength to fight back and make him kneel in submission; Rosalie's relationship with Christopher ended there and she went on with her life.
Years later, once Rosalie's daughter turned into her teenage years, Kallie was able to see the abuse that Christopher had done to her mother after using her telepath abilities to see the memories from Rosalie's youth. This caused Kallie to have secondhand PTSD and vivid nightmares of Christopher. Once Kallie turned eighteen, Kallie made it her mission to torture and interrogate Christopher. Once she received enough information, Kallie deemed that a creature like him shouldn't live anymore and she murdered him.
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Reasons why I gave up on hairdressing;
81. Clients demanding too much unrealistically i.e, the perfect shade of white blonde (think Annalise Dalins or Taylor Bleachella) when they have box dyed their hair black or brown for months AND IT TAKES FOREVER TO LIFT
82. People who use box dye. I mean. Come on people do you care about your hair.
83. Hot colours. I am guilty of constantly using hot colours over the past 10 years myself, but people expect them to last forever. Hot colours generally wash out pretty quickly, especially if you wash your hair often.
84. People who wash their hair everyday! It’s so bad!!! It strips your hair of natural oils. Please try to wash it only twice a week!!!
85. People who try to trim their bangs themselves and I’m expected to fix the most teeny tiny, misshapen thing and this happened three times in my apprenticeship (diy bangs were in at the time) and i just. Couldn’t.
86. People who sit on the chair with one leg crossed over the other, ESPECIALLY if I’m cutting hair. When you do that, you’re unbalanced and putting your weight mostly on one side, and you’ll have an uneven trim.
87. Do it yourself people who literally come to the salon for us to do their hair, and they wanna apply the colour themselves or the foils or constantly check on it and want to wash their hair themselves. Fine, do it yourself, but either way I’m still getting paid.
88. When you tell me you want ‘exactly this much’ taken off their hair and then proceed to tell me I’ve ruined it and cut it too short. You ASKED for that much!!! Man
89. When people bring their kids into appointments (my apprenticeship was done in a high end salon) and the kids constantly fussing to the point of becoming dangerous. My daughter is also guilty of this. Once, when I was trying to cut her hair, she lost it and grabbed the scissors off me and the situation became way too dangerous. Also kids that run around the salon screaming, picking up things, spraying numerous products that could potentially be dangerous to them…we had one once who picked up a hot curling iron when I’d put it down for one second to section off a part of hair and the mother of the child tried to sue us. CONTROL YOUR CHILDREN!!! It’s a hair salon!!!
90. Not sure, most hairstylists seem okay with this but personally if you are eating in an appointment in front of me I tend to get very uncomfortable. It’s gross, crumbs/sauce can end up in your hair and if I look in the mirror I have to see you munching with your mouth wide open. Also, I’m on a 9am-9pm shift, I barely have time for a lunch break, it’s just really rude.
91. People who don’t use heat protectant and then heat style their hair everyday! I mean if you didn’t put SPF on your skin it would burn, it’s the same deal with hair and heat protectant.
92. People who brush their hair from the root down. My best friend @fazcinatingblog is guilty of this, when we were in Sydney I watched her brush her hair the wrong way and how she’d really yank it at the ends. Please start brushing from the ends and work your way up, helps de tangle it so much better and helps control split ends!!!
93. People who are uneducated on shampoo-conditioner use. This is a big one. Please shampoo your ROOTS only - and do this twice. It assures for a much deeper clean. But only apply to roots. And as for conditioner, once, and on the lengths-ends of your hair.
94. This is the biggest problem I’ve had with clients and I hated it. People who use the cheap, generic crap from Coles/Woolies! If you use Garnier, Pantene, Tresemme, Head & Shoulders, Sunsilk or anything else, the sulfates in it are going to strip your healthy hair and burn it. I know of a situation once that ended in tears - someone was using that white bottle Pantene crap and went to apply colour to their hair, their hair started smoking because of the bad chemicals used in Pantene mixing with the hair colour/bleach. Please, people. If it’s cheaper than $30, put it down and head to Hair House Warehouse. The products I use are Kerastace, so much better and healthier.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk, please stay tuned for the next episode of why I quit working in customer service at the local council.
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TIMING: August 3rd, 2023
PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Thea @notstinky
LOCATION: The Crypt of Annalise Bellowmore
SUMMARY: Thea decides Nora NEEDS to have a clean crypt and she's going to make it happen. Nora's just trying to be okay.
CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
The thing about chapels was that they didn’t have a doorbell. Thea felt wrong inviting herself inside, but she justified it by thinking of the chapel as an apartment lobby and Nora’s apartment was just down a very narrow set of stairs. She dragged her clothing rack down the stairs, tucking the stack of hangers under one arm and her broom under the other. The bow she had put on the rack so the present appeared more dressed up, had fallen off in the chapel somewhere. It was too late to go back for it. “Nora?” She called out. “Nora? Is that…is someone crying?” It was probably some recording Nora had to add to the atmosphere but Thea had to admit, the crypt had great acoustics. Why wasn’t Nora hosting karaoke nights down here?
Nora was more paint than human, bear, whatever she was supposed to identify as, at this point. Her crypt has steadily been growing into a collection of stolen art supplies, and now, after her return from the mines, she had thrown herself into the art of creation. The only time such an act was more valuable than its sister, destruction, was when her brush touched canvas and the world stopped to exist. The world didn’t stop existing. The clattering sound of metal on stone steps brought Nora to an attention that not even the crying Munch doll could have. “Thea?” She had invited the other over, but Nora wasn’t used to people accepting invites to her crypt. This was her first official visitor. Nora extracted herself from her place in front of the canvas and moved through the empty space to the door. Babadook following close on her heels. “I told you not to buy anything.” It was a poor thanks for a gift that was so thoughtful. “Thanks.” Nora helped, tried to help with the rack and getting it into the main part of the crypt since Thea had her hands full. “Welcome to my crypt.” It was really one large room, everything in view once you got to the main area. “This is Babadook,” Nora nodded a chin to her dog. “Then Munch is the one crying, over there.” She pointed. “He’s a sad clown. I think its his thing to cry.”
Thea wanted to be polite. She didn’t say that Nora’s crypt-house smelled like dirt, dust, mold and paint— like the wet rotting corpse of an artist had crawled into the stone. She didn’t say the cobwebs were unsightly or that she didn’t exactly think it was safe for Nora’s horrifying cosplay dog to be in a space with snakes and spiders. As she did with everything else in her life, Thea focused on the positives. It was cool down here despite the summer heat and all the spiders must have been fun to watch crawl around. It was a unique place to live and, certainly, very Nora. “Hello, Babadook— we met last time, actually. I’m happy to see him in his costume again.” When the rack was settled, Thea busied herself with setting the hangers up for Nora to use, hoping that her clothes would get out of the pile on the ground and somewhere clean. She thought about the scene from Mary Poppins during ‘A Spoonful Of Sugar’ where Julie Andrews snaps and all the clothes and mess goes back into place. When she snapped, the best she got was a spider shifting on one of its many hairy legs on a web that was a little too close to her face. Thea wasn’t even going to say anything about the floating clown doll, that was, in fact, the source of the crying.
“Were you painting, Nora?” Thea asked, picking up her broom. She had a lot of work to do— the crypt was more dirt than stone. And she wasn’t going to ask about the floating clown doll. “I am a little confused about what you do with the paint smells.” She was not confused, one sniff to the air told her exactly what Nora did with the paint smells. She was not going to ask about the crying, floating clown doll. “It’s not entirely healthy to breathe them in all the time.” She was not going to ask about the doll. “I also wonder about what you do with food… do you have a fridge or…” She wasn’t going to do it. She wasn’t going to— “How are you doing that?” She pointed at the floating clown doll, asking. “Is it on strings? Does it have a speaker? It’s moving like it’s actually floating. Is it magnets? It’s magnets, isn’t it?”
"Oh right." Last time. Nora knew there had been a last time. Because it had been the first time Thea and she had hung out. It had been the start of their friendship, and the day that Thea had become damned for her association with Nora. Because last time was before Debbie. Last time had been before the phantom memory of the pressure it took to plunge her knife into Debbie's skull haunted her hand. Nora blinked, at the realization that last time had been a lifetime ago. Suddenly a new guilt was weighing her down. Why hadn't she been checking on Thea. Why hadn't she been apologizing to the girl who hadn't even wanted to break into a supermarket that day? Why was she letting that same innocent Thea, come into her crypt and clean it. Because Nora had already proven that she was a black hole, taking and taking, and Thea had already proven that she was better. Nora stood there, a statue as she tried to find the words. How've you've been since Debbie? Are you okay? Are we okay? Please don't clean. Please just be here as my friend.
But words had never been her friend, and each imagined sentence never made it past the lump in her throat.
And Thea was talking. Wonderful, kind, thoughtful Thea didn't question the black hole consuming everything she was giving without returning anything. Thea didn't stop and ask why she was carrying the conversation along with the burden of friendship. Nora swallowed back the lump in her throat and forced he voice to croak out a "Yeah.' She had been painting. It was a self-portrait of crystals consuming Nora's body, a successor to Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son. Because just like Goya, a madness overtook her in this art. An escape from the truth.
"I don't have any ventilation." Nora kept forcing the words past the lump, begging it to disappear back inside her. Let her deal with it later. Let Thea be free from this extra burden. "No. Maybe I should get a fan." But wouldn't the fan only flow it around the crypt? It wasn't like the paint fumes would escape. "I don't have a fridge. I don't normally eat here." Then Thea was pointing at Munch, who was still sobbing. The crying clown doll was perfect for him. How Sofie hadn't noticed that there was a ghost in there was beyond her. "It's possessed. We talked about it. You can touch him if you want, but he'll punch you."
Microplumes of dust flew up under Thea’s rocking broom. Her gaze was fixed on the magnetic clown doll. Possessed, Nora kept saying, as if it was a state of being that made sense for a doll. Thea was possessed, in the metaphorical— the only way that word could be used and mean something. Grief possessed her, memories haunted her, her body was hollowed out like the sort of fake rock her father put their spare set of keys in, thinking no one would ever look inside. Sometimes, even Thea lost that rock in the sea of real ones. She’d have to pick each of them up and shaking, waiting until she heard a ratting. No one had stopped shaking Thea. Thea was possessed, the doll was just a trick of science. Thea approached the doll.
Thea was always a curious person, as a child, if a question struck her in the night, she couldn’t sleep until it was answered. The world was a massive, horrifying jumble of mysteries and questions; if she understood it just a little, just enough, nothing was scary anymore. Everything became normal. She ran her hands along the side, hoping she’d feel the magnetic pull on her bracelet and be down with her questions. Nothing. She tried underneath. Nothing. She tried on top. Nothing. Behind. Nothing. Thea poked it. The doll’s hand snapped out and punched her in the nose and Thea stumbled back; it wasn’t that the doll was a particularly heavy hitter, it was some mixture of confusion, fear, and the embarrassment of being punched by a floating clown doll. When she spun, regaining her footing, she opened her eyes to find Nora’s self-portrait. Thea shrieked; fear pulsed off of her in heavy waves.
Thea snapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, it, um…” She swallowed, lowering her hands. “It’s a very visceral painting. It, um, for a moment…I really thought that was you. It felt like you were really…” Thea’s gaze dropped to it. “….consumed by crystals.” She turned to the doll, still floating, still a clown. “H-how did you program it to punch me? How did…” Thea turned around again. “Nora, this…” she gestured around. “…isn’t normal, is it?”
It was weird seeing Thea come into her home with the intent of cleaning it. As if it was something Nora should want. It made Nora examine her living space with new eyes. There had been a joy in the reclamation of herself, and space, with the lack of care. A direct pull into doing the opposite of everything she’d been told to do her whole life. Keep herself clean. Keep herself presentable. Become approachable. Now her personal hygiene, the state of her home, everything about her had become a rebellious statement against that. But Thea cared. Thea cared enough to bring a broom and a clothing rack and clean up a place she’d never considered worth cleaning before.
Luckily Thea became distracted by Munch. With Thea bothering the doll instead of sweeping, Nora got to forget the uncomfortable feeling that came with watching the back and forth of the broom. As if the broom was more than just a broom, but what the broom stood for was something she couldn’t put her finger on. Nora blinked once. Twice. Three times as Thea moved her hand around Munch until Munch punched her. Right in the nose. “Brutal.” Nora mumbled. “Munch stop, she’s a fucking guest. You can’t just go around fucking punching people.” The ghost was shouting, the ghost was in a temper. Munch was always in a temper. Nora suspected his temper was how he became a ghost in the first place.
Thea was screaming and Nora was feasting. A tasty little snack. A treat for Nora. She walked over to stand next to Thea, tilting her head at her unfinished portrait and trying to imagine how Thea saw it. “Are you sure it wasn’t being punched by a ghost that scared you?” Nora questioned, but Thea still didn’t believe in ghosts. “I didn’t program Munch to do anything.” The sad clown ghost had flown off to a different part of the crypt to cry, and Nora kept staring at the self-portrait parsing through what Thea had said about it. The crystals had consumed her. “It was me.” Nora agreed finally. It was still the me she wanted to be. “You know those weird crystals that sprouted all around town?” Nora gestured to one that had popped up in her crypt. A large space was left around it. “If you touch it, that’s what happens. You receive the “blessing” and you become a crystal.”
The world spun and Thea stood unmoving— left-behind. The first time she saw the grainy footage of her bones shattering and fusing together into the hulking frame of a wolf monster, she’d felt much of the same. It wasn’t a new feeling then; every time a ‘bad day’ turned to days and even opening her curtains felt like too much of a chore, time stretched to swallow her. It wasn’t a new feeling now. The only thing that tethered her to reality was Nora, whose contorted face in the painting knotted Thea’s stomach with concern. Nora was hard to read and her painted face was no different; it was the words that Thea clung to. There was no blessing in the world that involved the transformation of the body into other: not a wolf, not a crystal. Thea knew that Nora didn’t adhere to the conventions of normal like she did, nor did Nora seem to find comfort in the idea, but she did understand transformation. “Did it hurt?” She asked, turning to face Nora. “When I…” Thea gulped. She glanced over at Munch, the magnetic programmable clown doll that was not possessed, because ghosts didn’t exist. Her nose throbbed. She glanced around her: all the dust and cobwebs and gray stonework. Finally, she looked back at the painting and into the crystals that couldn’t have literally consumed Nora, because crystals didn’t do that. Well, if they were going to talk nonsense, what did it matter?
“When I transform, my bones snap and my skin stretches and—I don’t really remember it much, mostly I just feel it after, everything hurts and sometimes I just lay down for a few hours waiting for my legs to feel like legs again but—it’s like…” Thea swallowed, searching Nora’s impassive face for understanding. “It feels wrong. When I wake up… My body feels wrong. It feels like something bad happened to me and everything feels wrong. I don’t feel like me anymore, it feels like someone else crawled inside and shook everything up. And just when I start to feel like me again, it happens all over.” Thea pointed at the painting; her grip tightened on the broom’s handle. “W-was that how it felt for you?”
A pause in time to consider the question. Did it hurt? “Yes.” Physically Nora had thought she was dying. She had ripped flesh off her face to reveal crystal underneath. Her body had torn in new ways as the crystals popped through her flesh. It had been brutal and drawn out. Answering the question, did it hurt, wasn’t what it took time to consider. What Nora considered was it didn’t hurt enough to stop. If her mind would remain her own she would touch the crystals everyday for the rest of her life to become that, become her, the portrait on her easel. Or maybe the real pain was emotional. Being given the gift of your dreams with a burden attached to it, too heavy to accept. A carrot dangled in front of her face by a master who wanted a different beast. “It hurt.” Could three words encompass the experience? Could they tie the turmoil up in a nice bow, and offer it as a shared experience? Were words that powerful?
Nora might have gotten lost there, in her own thoughts, had she not offered a shocking new turn of conversation. When I transform. The hair raised along Nora’s arms at the confession. Thea was a shifter? There had always been something animalistic about her scent, but Nora had ignored it. Part of Thea’s job, or something. She was sensitive about her smell, there had never been a reason to ask, but the picture was coming into focus. “You’re a shifter.” There was nothing in Nora’s voice. No judgment. No acceptance. Just the plain neutrality that her monotone always offered. “When the crystals transformed me it was long. I felt like I was dying.” Or had that only been the banshee’s lie that put the thought in her head? “When I turn into a bear, it’s a moment. My body breaks and remakes. Then I’m me again. As a bear.” Nora blinked as she digested the words Thea had offered. “You don’t-” She paused, trying to make sure she had this right. “You make it sound like you don’t remember when you’re shifted? What do you change to?”
“Shifter?” Thea felt the word in her mouth, the weight of each syllable and the curve of her tongue around the sounds. The word was new for her; she assumed--if she was going to assume she was anything--that she was a werewolf. It made sense to her, based on the grainy footage of her sleepwalking camera. Like most things regarding her issue, she didn’t really think about it. “I’m not a shifter,” she swallowed, scratching her forehead, leaving behind pink streaks across her skin. “I’m not a--I’m me. I’m not anything. I’m just me. I’m a normal girl. I’m a normal girl with a little problem.” The broom trembled in her grip, her fingers tight against the plastic rod. “B-bear?” Thea blinked. “Bear?” She asked again, as if the answer could change. She wasn’t a bear, her grainy recorded body was too slim and her mouth too dog-like. She knew there were big cats, like Felix, and now bears? Why had she gotten a wolf? The broom snapped in her hands. “D-do you eat people? Does the bear eat people?”
The conversation about crystals seemed far off. She didn’t know what crystals had to do with Nora--what they had to do with the bear. She wanted to ask how different each had felt; if the crystals hurt but made her whole again or if it was just the bear that did that. Thea couldn’t get anything out but a series of hiccups and gasps. “I don’t remember,” she croaked. “Only a little. Sometimes. But I know…I know because…” Her trembling body didn’t care for the breathing exercises she attempted to employ; in, out, hold, in, out, none of it mattered. Her throat tightened. “...hair between my teeth and blood under my nails and I feel full. Inside. I feel full.” Thea sucked in a quivering breath. “It happens with the moon. I don’t know what it is. I’m normal, I’m a normal girl. It just--with the moon.”
With each stuttering word, and trembling finger Thea seemed to crumble. A shell of anxiety and emotion. Fear radiated off her friend, mixing with denial and apprehension. The broom snapped. A similar sound to her bones, their bones during shifting. Nora blinked at Thea, puzzling through the fractured broken sentences that had yet to shift into something complete. They lay wounded and open between the two of them while Nora waited for their transformation to complete. With each additional statement from Thea a form began to shape and Nora began to understand. Compassion, love or something of the like bloomed over Nora as she saw her friend painted in a new light before her. A girl alone and scared in a world that no longer made sense. A story she thought might be familiar to many of the werewolves she’d met, but they would have to know other werewolves to know it was familiar. With each panicked and hurt word, Nora felt herself become calmer and more resolved. How could she be angry about crystals and the mines in the face of her friend’s turmoil?
Nora stepped forward to her friend who just confessed to have eaten people. To her friend who didn’t want to be stinky. To her friend that had come over to clean Nora’s place because she wanted to. To her friend that had once told her she would die on the hill that nothing is a lost cause. Nora’s hand reached out, gently placing it on Thea’s arm. “You’re just Thea.” Nora confirmed. Because what else did you tell your friend who could turn into a wolf and ate people, but couldn’t remember it. “Normal can be different things. Normal can be turning into a bear or a wolf. Normal can be what we make it.” When Nora had been alone, she wished there had been someone else like her. Someone who ate fear and turned into a bear and could show her what her normal was supposed to be. Nora wasn’t a wolf, but she could make sure her friend knew she wasn’t alone. “You can be normal and the wolf. Just like I’m normal and the bear. We’re just us. You know?”
Thea whimpered, the sound caught in her throat and left a watery sob. Tears stung at the edges of her red eyes and when Nora touched her, the dam broke and they rained down her face. All her life she had wanted to be normal. She was too poor to be like the other girls in her school, her shoes had holes in them and her clothes came down from her older cousins. She was too smart to be average in class, which hadn’t felt like a curse until every hand she raised threw a series of daggers into her back and whispers burning her ears. She liked girls too much to join in on conversations about boy bands and movie star heartthrobs. No matter what she did, she was different. She was born different. Normal could be what they made it; Nora made it sound easy and Thea wanted to believe her. “C-can I hug you?” She sniffled. The second the affirmative left Nora’s lips, Thea threw her arms around her friend and held her tightly.
She breathed in her scent of dust and mold; felt the scratchy fabric of her clothes with dubious laundry schedule; and felt more at home holding Nora than she’d felt under any roof. “You’re a good friend,” Thea whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry I tried to clean your crypt; it’s just you and I like you and I don’t want to clean you up and turn you into something else.” She’d only been trying to take care of her a little but truly, through the fog of her lies, she’d been hoping to make Nora a little more normal and she was sorry for that. “We’re just us,” she repeated, “we’re just us.”
They were a bear and a wolf and somewhere behind them a floating crying clown doll that was definitely possessed, and that was okay. That could be normal. It was only the two of them and their life and it was normal.
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QUICK!! LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR FIC CAINHURST OCS SO WE CAN INVITE THEM TO ME AND BIMBOM’S OC TEA PARTY AND WATCH THEM ALL FIGHT!!
OH OK Ok !!!
So i will keep it to my main fic « OCs »because if i add the 3 version of Maria family tree or smt it’s never gonna be over 😂
Potential lil spoilers for my fic too ahah (but I didn’t put any big spoils!) Also some are complete Ocs but other are based on the portrait or even fit in the lore and could be more of an oc with a prompt /interpretation. And funny things to note but literally more than half of my bloodborne ocs are from Cainhurst 😂
Ok let’s begin with Vledemyr!
The young newest addition to the royal guard. Maria & Annalise cousin & friend, future head of the royal guard of Annalise (and one of the most powerful vileblood one day). In my notes I said he is 4y older than Maria and 1y older than Annalise. That guy is like the mvp of cainhurst. Best inhabitant of Cain after Maria probably. I already talk about him I think ( I love him so much). Ok he would do anything for Annalise yeah but Maria too. Always here to watch over her like an older brother. He’s a bit overprotective of the girls when they were young yeah. Really a great support character, the ideal knight ! He’s not annoying like the rest of the typical cainhurst nobles too. His only default is maybe to be too loyal and obey order without contradicted them. Oh and he’s the one who take care of the crows & raven of the castle. (He’s the best that’s why you need to know)
Lady Sveta/ Svetta smt (kinda place holder name)
she’s a young noble lady from Cainhurst, similar age to Annalise and a close friend of her, Vledemyr, Maria etc She’s a calm & thoughtful lady who managed to become quite influential over the years at Cainhurst despite her young age. She’s not a knight but like most aristocratic cainhurst ladies she was taught how to weld a dagger at least. (Vled taught her quite a few extra tips too!)
Charles : What can I tell about him without telling too much🤔 He’s Maria, Annalise & Vledemyr childhood friend. His family don’t live at Cainhurst anymore and he’s not a super high class noble. The executioner gloves came from his family yep. He was a students at Byrgenwerth too. He begin his course 1y before Maria (1 year older). As a kid the 2 were really the inseparable little trouble makers of Cainhurst 😂 He grew more mature since but could cause troubles if he wish XD (a bit like Laurence, when told them NO and they say YES.) Yeah he’s a lil bastard basically but I love him.
He hope one to impress the noble from Cainhurst and have an important place one day. And you know help restore the great strength Cainhurst lost over time (it’s the shadow of it’s former glory)
He could have quite a decisive role at some point…
Richard, he’s the precedent king consort of cainhurst and Annalise’s father. Poor guy, so much stuff is going on in front of his salad and he can’t do anything about it xD. Yeah he’s not really the one in charge the old ladies of their council don’t even consult him every time ;-; but he’s trying his best and dream of a day where Cainhurst would be xxx again! Of course he’s not perfect but he tried. For exemple he’s really compatissant with Maria wanting to go study far from cainhurst and travel when she’s supposed to become a royal guard. And he prepared Annalise as best as he could and preferred to take pressure on himself than on his dear daughter. Still, sometimes (bc it’s his right) he’s wearing one of the most precious tresor of cainhurst. One of the crown of illusion. Said to diccipe & create illusion in the ancient times. The 2nd crown was lost century ago far into the plumerias labyrinth and all it’s just a normal crown now. All it’s mystic power seems to have disappear long ago…
Well there’s the late queen I guess. (Don’t have a name yet sorry) she was loved by her subject and yeah typical queen too. She was actually the one to try to begin expedition to pthumerians underground again. After decades/centuries of nothing because cainhurst was to salty at the war their loose against their cousins
The ex body guard of the queen (I don’t have a name yet 😐). Will be relevant at some point… He was originally a mercenary hiring by Cainhurst to go to Loran. One of the only person who came back and they made him knight for his exploit. He even become the Queen’s personal bodyguard. He mysteriously disappeared some times after the Queen passed away…
The Royal guard captain? Or at least one of the head of the knights (when Maria was a student at Byrgenwerth). He’s an asshole. Other instructors are much sympthetic but this guy omg… you will understand when the time come. He’s really strict, almost abusive and doesn’t support when you contradict him or try to insult him to his face 😬
3 squires : future royal guards in training about Maria’s age. The 4 of them are supposed to become the next royal guards & Annalise personal guard.
(Maria is on the right & Vledemyr supervise them. It’s a meme too xD)
There’s a young woman (chikage and Evelyn) and two young men, one really strong with 2 chikages and the other one wielding a reiterpallasch and an Evelyn)
I need names too. And I can’t tell you really much more for now.
The next 3 are inspired by a song my friend made.
Twins musician : 2 of the most incredible musicians of Cainhurst. They both can play a clavecin in sync for exemple. And really fast
The master of dance/maestro : He teach the young noble how to spar & dance. And is a bit crazy really XD he often wear a knight helmet with a black suit.
Oh I almost forgot but the chiefs cook ! They come from the same country as Yamamura. If you do shit with their food or tried to cook one of their signature dishes horribly they will fight you.
Then I guess there’s Maria’s close family & other relatives ? You know her parents, the other nobles (but not really ocs more like background character you know) and her annoying grand aunts… 🤣 « But Annalise you can’t stand grand aunt Suzanne either ! »
The birds (crows mostly), horses and dogs don’t count I guess rip 💔 (I’m looking for names too. Yes they are important and relevant background characters)
I know Bloody Crow is not an OC but does baby Bloody Crow (when he was a baby/kid/teens) aka Voron count ? 🥺 No? ok. All I will say for now is that Maria is his godmother.
Ok so Leo don’t count either I guess so not for today. I don’t think his half siblings : Lupin & sister count either XD they are not noble and from Hemwick so (also in the family of my dear hunter)
There’s one last cainhurst oc I have… I think… but hm i can’t really talk about it (a lil secret kinda) I will only say that this oc was a young and sweet little girl who loved flowers and her family. She is deeply missed.
Anyway can’t wait see a hell of a typical Cainhurst duel on the table 👀 oh I mean tea party sorry x)
#bloodborne#original charcaters#bloodborne oc#cainhurst#bloodborne original characters#cainhurst knight#my ask#bloodborne headcanons#part 1: a scholar’s dream#my asks
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hello abbie my friend abbie i must say i have been loving watching the bastard son and the devil himself through gifs you reblog and now i must ask
waht is it about, would you recommend watching it in more than gifs on my dash, because gabriel is extremely pretty and i am vaguely tempted
HELLO <3 you have fallen into my trap, welcome!
the bastard son and the devil himself (netflix adjusted the title like last week for a lead of "half bad:" probably because it's a mouthful and also to make it more obvious it's based on the namesake book series) is about a boy whose father is the actual big bad wolf of the witch community, and because of this, that witch community makes his life a living hell from infancy and treats him like he's at every moment a wrong breath from being Just Like Daddy (and that since he's so obviously going to turn out that way, why not treat him as if he already has from his actual birth?)
which, by the way, is so much more yikes when you consider that growing up, nathan is probably one of like five black kids he ever meets. the racism is never addressed directly, but it is not a subtle presence.
you've got technically two witch communities: the "fairborns" and the "bloods." the ones who call themselves fairborns really give themselves away with that "we are inherently superior by birth" bullshit don't they? meanwhile the blood witches are more on the level of "literally all of us use blood rituals get over yourselves." both these communities are doing the magical secret conspiracy dance among the "fains", aka basic magicless humans.
nathan's father is a blood witch, his mother was a fairborn. he has an older half-sister who is more the monster than they ever tried to pretend he was destined to be (you'll see) and a grandmother who loved him fiercely and without shame. his gran raised him and his sister after her daughter dies of purported suicide shortly after nathan is born. you get the sense she's more of the average witch stock that, while still technically "fairborn", is much less enthused about the big dividing lines the fairborn council draws between the two communities.
the fairborns of the higher level of their society are sanctimonious, oppressive pricks and really a hairsbreadth from quiet-part-loud fascism, so brace for that. you learn more about blood witches as you go, so other than knowing the fairborns vilify them as all monsters and murderers with savage traditions of violence, starting with them as a question mark is best for the development of the story.
so, fairborn and blood witches alike gain their powers at age 17 by being given a small amount of blood from some member of their family. because Reasons, nathan eventually ends up on a wild fugitive quest to save himself when for other Reasons (such as his sister's bloodthirsty hatred of him) his 17th birthday approaches and there's no one who can/will give him his blood, and for blood witches, rumor is that goes much worse than simply not getting superpowers.
annalise: irreverent, clever, and discerning daughter of the fairborn council's most sanctimonious asshole. moves suddenly to nathan's small town and latches onto nathan immediately, who latches on just as hard to her. annalise doesn't much buy into the fairborn propaganda, but also doesn't realize how much of it she's unknowingly internalized nevertheless. ends up with a power that gives her extra reason to go fugitiving with nathan (after she helps rescue his ass.) she's snarky and cute and loyal and has big feral stubborn energy.
gabriel: so french, so queer, so sarcastic. (younger than he looks.) enters the story seeming like he might be a minor side character, or perhaps a b-level antagonist, or a short-arc companion. he pretty much says "fuck that" and will worm his way right into your heart and then act extremely aggrieved to be there. blood witch, alchemist, errand boy for a mysterious and ominous blood witch who is helping nathan for dubious and unknown reasons. gabriel is a puzzlebox that opens slowly and is at every turn more than he appeared the moment before.
annalise and nathan latch onto gabriel like burs, and he is initially extremely annoyed by this, but they grow on him. like a very persistent bread mold. gabriel and annalise have a particularly sparring sort of dynamic, but grow a clear affection for each other nonetheless. you've no doubt already absorbed from my reblog sprees that nathan is a beautiful bi disaster and they both hinge on him magnificently. but, signs abound that this developing ot3 may be more triad than v.
this show is violent and sometimes gory, it simmers in you a constant outrage and bitterness at the injustice nathan in particular faces constantly, it is heavily populated by characters who range from "eyes-wide-open willing monster" to "morally gray, complicated, fucked up, but entertaining and maybe even redeemable."
and yet, the show doesn't try to make you as the viewer decide who is absolutely right and who is absolutely wrong, who is good vs who is evil. instead it sits you next to our heroes as they explore and confront the ever shifting balance of good/evil, light/dark in every person, how nothing is ever as simple as "good guys v bad guys", but that even in a world so varyingly shadowed, there are objective wrongs that must be recognized and fought against.
all of this could make this show seem potentially over-heavy and tedious with misery, exhaustingly bitter and cynical, but on the contrary, entirely because of the core three characters, the beating heart of the show is love. love and connection and hope. acceptance and the destruction of bigotry through exposure to knowledge, but also the choice that has to be actively made to do that. it is, in fact, about fighting for one another and fighting for yourself, and even more about leaning on and supporting one another. because a world without these truly is one without hope or warmth, and the core trio are too full of those things to ever let it be lost.
tl;dr yes i highly recommend watching the show itself and not just the gifsets, as truly the gifsets only scrape the very upper surface of the depths of this show and its world building, characters, and examination of dynamics of power and axes of oppression.
#half bad#the bastard son & the devil himself#the bastard son and the devil himself#long post#this show has action and humor and human connection and politics and complex systems of magic#but most of all it has some of the loveliest characters i've seen on tv in a good long while#:( fair warning: i have heard netflix is not renewing for a second season#they did virtually zero promotion of it whatsoever so it's not shocking but it is still disappointing#the first season leaves much story still untold but still wraps decently enough to satisfy if it's all we ever get
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HPME PROFILE
IDENTITY
Name: Isla McKinnon
Nicknames: TBD
Pronouns: She/her
Birth Date: August 22nd, 1959
Species: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Scottish
Residence: London, England (Adulthood)
Languages: English, Gaelic?
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Tanya Kizko (Young), Alex Kingston (Adult)
Height: 5’7”
Physique: Average, slightly fit
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Sandy blonde
Hair style: Extremely curly
Scars: Maybe a few misc ones from being an Auror
Clothing: Punk/grunge clothing (Teenage), Leather jackets and jeans and 80s clothes (Adulthood), Formal suits and high heels (Ministry)
Tattoos: None
HOGWARTS
House: Slytherin
Wand: Holly, Phoenix Feather
“Holly is one of the rarer kinds of wand woods; traditionally considered protective, it works most happily for those who may need help overcoming a tendency to anger and impetuosity. At the same time, holly wands often choose owners who are engaged in some dangerous and often spiritual quest. Holly is one of those woods that varies most dramatically in performance depending on the wand core, and it is a notoriously difficult wood to team with phoenix feather, as the wood’s volatility conflicts strangely with the phoenix’s detachment. In the unusual event of such a pairing finding its ideal match, however, nothing and nobody should stand in their way.”
Best Classes: DADA, Potions, History of Magic
Worst Classes: Herbology, Divination
Boggart Form: Her family as undead zombies that yell at her that she’s to blame for their deaths and she didn’t save them
Amortentia: Whiskey, smoke, rain, the smell of her childhood home, her mothers cooking
Patronus: Lioness
Patronus Memory: A childhood memory of her playing with her two younger sisters
Animagus: None
Dementor worst memory: Returning home to find her whole family dead with blood everywhere
Mirror of Erised: Herself arresting every Death Eater who killed her family. Later the image changes to herself killing them.
CAREER
11-18: Hogwarts Student
18-22: Auror during the First War
22-25: Auror seeking her family's killers
25-30: Hit Witch
30: Opens a Private Investigator business on the side
38: Fights in the Second War
38+: TBD
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Angus & Elspeth McKinnon
Sisters: Marlene & Annalise
Love Interest: TBD
Best Friends: Petra Maythorn & Davey Raines @cursebreakerfarrier
Friends: TBD
PERSONALITY
Teenage: The McKinnon daughters were exceptional in school and gave their family a reputation for being excellent wizards. Being the oldest, Isla never really liked to show off her talent unlike her sister Marlene. She was feisty, spoke her mind, and lived life to the fullest which occasionally made her get into trouble. She dressed in punk/grunge clothes and listened to the Weird Sisters and other magical bands (Muggle ones too). She could always get good grades without trying, although her grades suffered occasionally from all the trouble she got into.
Adulthood: Isla became an Auror as she had a talent for getting into fights. Her sister Marlene followed her a year later into adulthood and became a lawyer. Their youngest sister Annalise was still in school when the First Wizarding War broke out. In July of 1981, Isla was stuck fighting with the Order as an Auror when her whole family was killed by a group of Death Eaters during a family get-together. Isla blamed herself for their deaths as she was a powerful force against Voldemort and this was an attempt at killing her or sending her a message. She also wished she could have been there to save them or at least die with them. For the next three years she threw herself even harder into her work as an Auror as she tried to expose and arrest every single Death Eater that killed her family as they did clean up after the war. Eventually she became disheartened with the rules and processes of her job so she switched careers and became a Hit Wizard. It gave her more freedom to operate and seek justice as she saw fit as it was a more intense and morally gray version of Aurors. After five more years, she also decided to open up her own private investigator business on the side to help others but also have an excuse to continue her search on her own case. At 38 years of age, Isla joins the fight once more in the Second Wizarding War as she no longer has anyone who can be hurt to get to her. Her life consists of working for hours and then returning to her flat to drink her problems away.
ATTITUDE
Most at Ease When: Buried in paperwork at her job or getting to the bottom of a glass of alcohol
Stressed When: Having to small talk at Ministry parties and play nice
Priorities: Her job, finding justice (in whatever form) for her family's killers
Strength: Fierce, takes no shit, brilliant mind, talent at dueling, helps others get justice, protector, determined
Weakness: Sarcastic, smart mouth, easy to anger/fight, doesn’t like to get close to people, reckless with her life
FAVORITES
Color: Green, red, black
Food: Hamburger and chips
Drink: Strongest alcohol she can find
Weather: Wild stormy nights
Music: Weird Sisters, 80-90s rock
Hobbies: Quidditch, dueling
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 9
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 2212
Warnings: Discussion of violence, bad home life
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: I'm Only Me When I'm With You Life As We Know It
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Hangman
He sat by the pond reading a book on fighter jets, trying to take his mind off the scrabble with his brother's best friend, Kyle, earlier. It'd left him sporting a black eye, although that'd actually come from Nick. The fight would've continued- and possibly have gotten much worse- had Michael Seresin not stepped in and broken it up. Of course, when Jake tried to explain what happened, it was his word versus Nick's. Michael believed the latter and grounded Jake for two weeks. This didn't stop Jake from sneaking out of his bedroom through his window, though. He had to get away from the stifling atmosphere and, more importantly, away from his brothers, mainly Nick.
"Jake?" Annalise's voice, which typically calmed Jake, sent his nerves spiking. He'd kept his unstable home life from her since he'd met her in June of that year. With Christmas this week, he wanted to maintain the cheerful ambiance. Thankfully, she approached from his good side, so he kept his focus on his book but smiled.
"Fancy meeting you here," he said, flipping to the next page. "What are you doing here?"
"Walking Kory," Annalise replied, scratching the head of her golden retriever. "What the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing."
"Wanted to get out of the house."
"And sitting in the frigid temperatures on the frozen ground to read your book was the best place you could come up with?" Annalise crouched next to him, and Jake realized he couldn't escape the situation without telling her the truth. Sighing, he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight. "Who did that to you?"
"Nick. I caught his friend Kyle stealing money from my wallet and confronted him about it. When I tried to take it back, we started fighting. Nick joined in and socked me. Now I have this shiner," Jake explained, motioning at the injury. "My dad broke up the fight but believed Nick instead of me when we told him what happened. Got grounded for two weeks. I snuck out my window because I didn't want to be in the house."
"Those dicks!" Annalise exclaimed, fury alight in her eyes.
"Yeah, well, that's my brother and my dad. I swear Dad hates me. Always takes my brothers' sides in everything, regardless of whether it's Nick or Matt."
"How come?"
Jake shrugged. "No idea. It's been like that for as long as I can remember. Why do you think I want to get out of this town so badly when we graduate?"
"I figured you're ready to get out in the real world like I am..." Annalise said, standing up. She offered her hand. "Come on. Let's head to my house and get you an ice pack."
"I don't want your parents to see me like this."
"Mom and Dad won't be home until tomorrow, and Jackie is at a friend's house tonight. They won't know," Annalise assured, wiggling her fingers to silently insist he join her. Jake relented, taking her hand and allowing her to help him stand. The pair strolled back to her house with Kory trotting happily between them.
Upon entering the Blackwood household, Jake knelt down to pet Kory while Annalise grabbed an ice pack. She handed it to Jake and sat next to him. "I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" Jake replied, placing the ice pack to his eye.
"For what happened with your family and for making you feel like you couldn't come to me about it."
"No, no, that's not- that's not why I didn't tell you. I know I could've told you; I just didn't want to. You can't do anything to stop it, and I didn't want to burden you."
"Nothing you tell me is ever a burden to me, Jake," Annalise assured, placing a hand on his knee. "Besides, burdens are too heavy for one to carry alone. You should have someone to come to about this."
The sincerity in her voice and in her words broke the dam of everything he'd held back from telling her. He told her about the fights between his parents, how his mom would end up in tears after each one, and how she would never leave Michael Seresin for the sake of her sons because she worried about losing the custody battle that would ensue from a divorce. Jake told Annalise how his mom was his only ally in the house and that Matt had slowly been getting nicer since he left for college, but Nick brought out the worst in him, and Matt would often slip back into his bullying habits when he returned home. Jake confessed that the first day he ran into Annalise, he'd gotten into an argument with his dad because he didn't want to join the family business, and Michael Seresin lost his damn mind over it. Jake admitted he'd thought about running away on numerous occasions and that the only thing keeping him here was his mom and-
"You," Jake finished. "Don't get me wrong, I've always had friends, but I've never felt as close to them as I do you. I get that that's cheesy, and maybe I'm saying this because I got a small concussion or something in the fight earlier, but... yeah. It sounds stupid coming out of my mouth now..."
"No, no, it's not stupid at all," Annalise said, shifting so she sat cross-legged. She dropped her gaze from his. "I've never really had close friends before. I used to when I was little, but we moved so often, and I hated how much it hurt when I left that I decided to avoid making friends entirely. I'd be friendly, sure, but not have friends. That way, I wouldn't be upset when I inevitably moved again. I tried not to get too close to you, and I even prepared myself for us to never speak again once school started-"
Jake frowned at the admission. "Why did you think we wouldn't speak after school started?"
"Because you were Mr. Popular, and I was invisible. Except for when I'm around you, I'm a ghost, whether I intend to be or not. But you proved me wrong, and I'm really glad you did. You're the only close friend I've ever had. So... thank you."
"I'm not sure if I should be honored that I'm the only person you've allowed to be a close friend or if I should be insulted that you thought I'd stop talking to you because of my popularity," Jake joked lightly, although the latter did, in fact, concern him.
"No, it wasn't because of your- it was just that you were a somebody, and I was a nobody. I thought: why would you want anything to do with me once you were with all your friends back at school?"
Jake chuckled. "I never told you this, but my friends weren't busy the entire summer, you know. They were the first day I met you but after that? They invited me to all kinds of things, and I skipped hanging out with them to be with you."
Annalise stared at him in bewilderment. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I liked being around you more than I did them."
She shook her head, still apparently unable to believe his words. "But why? All I do is play guitar and talk fighter jets."
"And nearly decapitate me with said guitar."
"That was one time!"
"Which I will never let you live down," Jake replied, shooting her a cheeky grin. She swatted playfully at his arm in return. "In all seriousness, I love that you found your interests and what you want to do already. You have a path to follow, a future that you have all planned out. I had no idea what I wanted until you came along. You helped me realize that I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. I want to do something no one in my family has done before and make a name for myself."
"I get it, but I also know you, Jake. Part of you choosing the Navy is because you also want to fly badass jets, don't you?"
"I really want to fly badass jets," Jake whined. "Can you imagine being up in an F-18 flying at almost Mach 2? Or an F-35?"
Annalise pursed her lips. "Will you hate me if I say yes?"
Jake narrowed his eyes at her. "Say 'yes' to what?"
"That I can imagine? Because I've been up in one?"
His mouth dropped slightly open, stunned at the response and insanely jealous. Deciding he had to give her hell for it, he declared, "We can't be friends anymore. Nope. We're done!"
"It was my birthday present this year... I asked for it again for Christmas. Don't know if it's going to happen, but if it's any consolation-" a bashfulness seemingly overcame Annalise- "I, uh, I might've asked my parents if we could swing having you go up with me too. As your Christmas present from me."
Jake blinked, processing her words. "... But- but all I got you was a new guitar-"
"You did?" Annalise perked up instantly.
"Yeah, but that doesn't even come close to going up in a fighter jet! My present game is weak compared to yours!"
"Are you kidding? Guitars aren't cheap, Jake! The fact that you got me one is amazing!"
Jake scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, but-"
"No 'buts.' The guitar is perfect. I can't wait to see it!"
"Might have to wait until after Christmas since I'm grounded..."
"Speaking of which-" Annalise checked the time- "how long before your dad finds out you're not home?"
"He probably won't notice I'm gone until dinner, so I have a couple more hours."
"Do you want to risk getting in more trouble by not being home?"
"What's another week of being grounded? Besides, you're worth it," Jake said, unsure of where his sentimentality and borderline flirtatious remarks stemmed from. "Want to watch a movie?"
"Uh, only if you want to watch The Notebook because that's the only option you're getting."
"I need to see what the big deal is about the movie anyway, so why not?"
"It's romantic, and it has Ryan Gosling."
"What's with the letters thing?" Jake asked as he followed Annalise into the living room. They sat on the couch while she pulled out the movie and put it into the DVD player.
"You'll have to wait and find out, but it's super sweet," Annalise said with a wistful smile. She then added, "If a guy ever did that for me, I might marry him on the spot."
"Noted."
"What? You planning on marrying me or something?"
"No, I'm just making sure no other guy finds out your weakness and exploits it."
"Please, my one true love is fighter jets, so no need to worry about that." Annalise patted his shoulder, and he ignored the twinge of pain in his heart at her words. While she most likely meant it as a joke, the thought he might never have a chance with her hurt more than he cared to admit. Of course, it was probably for the better. What did he have to offer her? Now or in the future? Annalise came from a strong, stable family. She had goals and had the means to reach them. Jake was the polar opposite. Sure, he had the same goals as Annalise, but if his dad caught wind that his son wanted to join the Navy, his head might actually explode from fury. Besides, Jake's home life was anything but stable. Why would a girl like Annalise ever date him? She wouldn't, and he doubted her parents would let her either, so Jake decided being her best friend would be the only thing he'd ever be to her, and that was okay. As long as he had her in his life, that's all that mattered. Annalise had swiftly turned into his rock, his anchor, and he feared what he might become without her to keep him grounded. Jake could do nothing to risk losing her.
"Hey, Annie?"
"Annie?" she echoed, giving him a curious look. "That's new."
Jake cocked his head, confused himself. "Sorry. I didn't- I don't know where that came from. I won't call you that again."
"No... it's fine."
"But no one else calls you Annie?"
"I know," Annalise responded, smiling shyly at him. "I'm only allowing you."
"Why?"
"Because you're you." Jake couldn't help but smile cheekily, prompting Annalise to add, "Don't let that give you a big head. Otherwise, you'll lose the privilege."
"Understood."
"So, what were you trying to tell me before I interrupted you?"
"I just wanted to thank you for earlier and for letting me escape that hellhole for a bit."
"I've got your back, Jake. You made the mistake of getting close to me, so now you're stuck with me. You know that, right?"
Jake raised an eyebrow at her. "Forever?"
"And always."
"Sounds good to me." Jake slung his arm around her shoulders, and Annalise rested her head on his shoulders. They settled in to watch the movie, both finding comfort in each other's presence.
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the bastard son and the devil himself rewatch
Ep 3.
Soul continues to be soulless by killing grannies. Suicide by scarlet kiss potion - I wonder if that was the same they used for Nathan’s mother?
Jessica gets freaky in bed (by shapeshifting into a guy she just killed. Not sinister at all, huh?)
Nathan is finally improving, especially after hearing that his gran is dead. He draws a bird right before Soul and the hunters come to get him. I wonder if Marcus has been watching over them a while as this bird. I find it i a little funny how Jessica shouts orders to everyone in the car when Marcus attacks. She is still just a recruit, but I guess it’s a little foreshadowing to how she will be giving orders in the future. And I wonder what Marcus wanted with the attack - we are supposed to think he wants to kill Nathan, but was he just pissed with these people using his kid as a punching bag?
Soul kidnaps Nathan, puts a needle in his neck (why do people have to do that always?? That is not a thing, don’t stab people in their neck with needles pleasE).
Nathan gets away and the guard Steve goes SPLAT
The decimation sfx is awesome.
Recap of events from Annalise’s last months. Her brother was beat up. David flirted - not quite as charming as at the bowling, but she goes for it. Soul is a supportive father. And then she kills Beef the rat. Beef goes splat on the cream carpets. And this is why wall to wall carpets are a bad idea, I just CANNOT understand why they are a thing. Annalise tries to hide what has happened, which to me shows that she can’t be that close to her parents. I would have run to my mother screaming that I had killed my rat and what should I do, my power is exploding pets!! But she doesn’t trust it with her family. And furthermore, her dad finds it, seems to put two and two together, but does not ask. Communication is key, people!
But later on she finds info on her skill in the dark magic book, which makes me wonder if she got this skill for a reason. Maybe even by Soul’s doing?
Then she drives to London (she is only 17 tho, is that legal?), finds Nathan and kills Steve (SPLAT)
and now to my favourite part so far in the show.
They sit bloody in a café screaming “help” at Nathan’s hand and... it works! And it leads them to everybody’s favourite character Gabriel, the cheeky frenchman..
First of all, I love his hallway, I wonder how many fairy lights did they need for that you think?? What would my electricity bill look like if I tried it myself??
Gabiel is on a roll with great lines in this scene. “Please don’t fuck in my bathroom”, “Can you believe these motherfuckers?”, “Well, I’d best put some trousers on, hadn’t I?”
Such a golden character introduction, I fell in love immediately.
Sorry Annalise, but the rest of us do. The apartment scene really launches us into the next chapter. Through the window.
And Annalise get a moment where she chooses between Nathan and Gabiel (AKA changing her power) and her dad (AKA guy she can’t communicate with) and she literally dives into the unknown to write a new path for herself.
I’m so excited to see the trio’s journey again!!
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