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Folks have touched on a lot of ongoing gags in their versions of a scooby doo adult remake, but I haven't seen anyone talk about Velma's glasses.
Blindess is unique to each person, and not all blindness is complete blindness. Low vision is terribly underrecognized as a disability. Velma's glasses aren't just a costume, they're an intrinsic part of her character.
So where is blind Velma?
Velma, who couldn't finish her degree in forensics because the debris in her eyes made it impossible to use a microscope?
Velma, who holds on to Scooby to navigate spooky low-light warehouses?
Velma, who fearlessly confronts violent criminals despite knowing a hard hit to the head could ruin what's left of her vision?
Velma, who finds clues the others missed because she knows looking means more than just seeing?
And what about the gag itself: where she loses her glasses and crawls on the floor, alone with the monster, unaware of who hands them back to her? Disabled people aren't adult content, but horror is. A good director could easily transform this scene from goofy to bone-chilling.
Think of how scary that would be on Velma's end.
Velma doesn't notice the killer following her into the cellar, but the audience does. He wraps his hand around the dusty jar of liquid on a nearby shelf. The cobwebs don't make a sound as he pulls it free. She can't see him stalking up behind her. The string of suspense pulls taut... and then snaps as a sudden knock to the head sends her most important aid flying into the shadows. The glasses, which cost a month's rent due to Mystery Inc's complete lack of health insurance, clatter somewhere off to the side. He picks up her glasses and then watches in silence as she crawls at his feet. He replaces the jar and kneels down to hand Velma her glasses. She puts them on, slowly looks up at him... and smiles as he flicks on the light. "Oh, hello, Mr. Fressen! Thank you - I didn't hear you come in. I'm just looking for clues in your cellar." She stands, rubbing the goose egg on the back of her head. "My dear girl," he says, "did you hit your head? You must be careful of these low beams. Come up with me, I'll get you some ice." With a comforting hand at her back, he leads her up the stairs and out of the cellar. On the shelf, the murky liquid swirls in its jar and a human eye bumps up against the glass. It blinks.
Blind Velma. The brilliant, brave, capable, disabled mystery solver the horror genre needs.
*let me know if there is anything I can do to make this post more accessible to screen readers
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New OC from an emoji meme: 🫐🎧🩹🪼— gali!
#id in alt text#original characters#disabled artist#disabled characters#visually impaired#blind character#white cane#transfeminine character#oc#anime#sketch#art#my art
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Since you've mentioned that blind eyes look like normal eyes, would it be offensive to draw a character's eye in another color to indicate blindness (even if it is to differentiate between a blind eye and non-blind eye in a character with partial blindness)?
From an artistic and character design perspective, I think it'd be best to first focus on what causes the character's blindness and if the cause fits the backstory you want to give them. Then, you should draw their eyes to as closely resemble the condition as is realistically possible.
If your character is elderly, then cataracts is a perfectly reasonable cause for their blindness. In which case, I would recommend giving them a normal eye color and then adding white-grey-blue blurred spots that only partially obscure their eyes. Cataracts rarely cover the entire eye, let alone both. However glaucoma and macular degeneration are also super common causes of blindness, and their eyes would not appear any different from a sighted person's, so you would need to be more creative with visually indicating they're blind.
If the character is a warrior who lost their vision in battle, then scars around the eyes are the most straightforward and appropriate indicator of their backstory.
One thing I don't often see in blind characters is characters who are cross eyed or have a lazy eye. The medical term for "lazy eye" is amblyopia and it's very common, especially in people who have been blind for many years and in children and teens. I think that's partly to blame on ableism teaching us to feel uncomfortable at visible differences--which is why villains/antagonists were sometimes made disabled to other them to the audience. Whereas protagonists were described/drawn to be beautiful as a way to tell the audience they should like the character.
Nystagmus is another visible difference but that's very difficult to convey in art unfortunately.
Outside of what a character's eyes look like, there are design choices you can make to indicate/remind the audiences that the character is blind-
For example:
including a cane or guide dog in character design
having the character wear sunglasses but only sometimes, usually in brightly lit places or perhaps in situations where they're tired from recent story events and their eyes might ache
having a character rub their eyes when they're tired. This isn't something I expect sighted people to get, but it's relatable.
having the character hold things close to their eyes to better see, turn their ear to a sound instead of their eyes (especially of there are sighted characters on page looking towards the sound) and touch objects of interest
I hope that helps
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a scribble of my boy that got too nice not to share! Saw a dress on twitter, knew i Had to put Ahme in it.
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the fact ive seen no fics yet of a johnshi no powers au where kenshi's white cane is named sento is criminal. like come ON GUYS its RIGHT THERE
Im imagining, Kenshi isn't Yakuza but he comes from a long line and he's very interested in the history, Johnny is still a celebrity. They meet somehow and become friends and Kenshi is like info dumping about this ancient sword his family had named Sento and how cool it is, how it was told to give his ancestors magic sight or whatever. Its probably in the british museum.
Then later, maybe Johnny is attacked because of how famous he is. But Kenshi protects him and well you know this part.
And Johnny of course puts it upon himself to help Kenshi, he lets him move into his house because he can renovate it quickly to be accessible. And of course he spends hours researching and finds the best white cane money can buy, detachable tips (of course he buys ALL the different cane tips as well), spring handle so it doesn't jab Kenshi in the gut, the whole works.
And of course he jokingly calls it Sento but Kenshi likes it and it sticks.
and then they kiss kiss fall in love and all that
(ps if there are fics of johnshi no powers au link them pls and ty)
#johnny cage#johnny cage x kenshi takahashi#johnny x kenshi#johnshi#jonshi#kenshi takahashi#kencage#drabble#headcanon#au#no powers au#fanfiction prompts#fanfic prompt#blind character#mortal kombat 1 2023#mortal kombat#mk1 2023#mk1
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Listen, okay, hear me out. I don't cure Laurance's sight, he just has to be blind and learn to live with that. And it won't be easy. But when someone joins the party, someone who always covers their eyes, he's able to start learning. And while nobody knows why Aaron wears that bandana exactly, Laurance can tell. He knows exactly why Aaron wears it. Blocking out what little vision he has lets him hone his other senses. He's mastered an art that Laurance is a beginner in, and despite wanting to keep his distance, there's a pity he feels for the guard throwing himself into a danger he can't see, and offers to help train him in the ways of blind fighting.
#yup#I made aaron blind#explodes#do I ship them?#yes#anytime I ask that question#the answer is yes#minecraft diaries#mcd rewrite#minecraft diaries rewrite#aphblr#mcd laurance#laurance zvahl#aaron lycan#mcd aaron#blind character#s#two of them#could be gay#who knows#gay block men#?
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Muppet Fact #898
Aristotle is one of the only blind Muppets on Sesame Street.
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Sesame Street. Episode 1577. November 24, 1981.
#muppet facts oc#jim henson#the muppets#muppets#muppet facts#fun facts#sesame street#childrens tv#blind character#aristotle#Aristotle sesame Street
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“Saint, I’m a sinner”
Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader
cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au
i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲
Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.
It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.
Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.
In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.
Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.
Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.
A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.
She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.
“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”
“He’s n-”
Oh, how dared you cut her off!
Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.
“Silence!”
“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.
“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“
You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”
“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”
“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.
She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”
From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.
“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.
Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”
Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.
“Say no more.”
Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.
As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.
“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”
As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.
“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”
Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.
Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.
In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.
Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.
“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”
She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.
“He’s- ah-”
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.
“-no -wait!”
Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.
“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”
Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.
“It’s not- I- mngh!”
With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.
She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.
Until today, it seemed.
“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”
A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.
You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.
She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.
“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”
Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”
“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”
How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.
Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.
Letters. No, dots.
“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.
“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”
In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.
“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.
“It’s yours.”
A deduction rather than a statement.
Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.
The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.
If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.
Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?
“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”
“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.
It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.
Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.
She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.
Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.
Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.
Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.
She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.
Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.
Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.
Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.
However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.
Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.
You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.
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We love a seeing eye Guilmon and his lovely Tamer
I’m NOT blind!! If I got anything wrong PLEASE CORRECT ME PLSSS all I know about blindness is from research and Toph!! DDX
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#195
"Watch this!"
"I would, if I could see."
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Thoughts about Fontaine I had
-Honestly it would be really cool if Wriothesley was blind or visually impaired in some way but the chances of Hoyo making this guy a disabled playable character are slim. Maybe they will pull a legitimate W but chances are low sadly (fan fiction still exists though sooo)
-Fontaine is looking pretty good and I’m mostly interested in whatever screwed up shit the blond siblings of this place went through since two of them have an anemo and Cryo vision, two visions that are consistently known for being screwed backstory wise
-I was surprised they choose Arlecchino for Fontaine instead of Sandrone but it actually intrigues me more since its most likely she’s here to get the hydro gnosis. Since she’s a knave in the nation of justice I think the whole point of her being here is too show the screwed up society behind the curtain
-Furina is interesting because it seems she’s gonna be our antagonist in this story, hoping hard that Hoyo won’t do what Inazuma did with antagonist archons though
#genshin impact#genshin#wriothesley#lyney#lynette#freminet#arlecchino#furina#fontaine#genshin 4.0#spoilers#blind character#PLEASE HOYO MAKE WRIOTHESLEY BLIND#AND DONT SCREW IT UP
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Today's disabled character of the day is this unnamed fashion doll from KMart, who is blind
Requested by @ctxrover
[Image Description: Photo of a plastic girl doll with a white and red mobility cane. She is wearing jean skirt, pink shoes, brown glasses, long sleeved pink shirt, and white undershirt. She has long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and blue eyes. She has a light skin tone.]
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hello!! I don't know if this blog is still active or not but you're the first resource I found when looking up things about writing blind characters so here i am. I have a character who's a fantasy race that naturally has a better sense of smell & hearing. This character also happens to be blind. Their blindness is not inherently why they have these advantages, but I still want to avoid coming off as cliche. Is there any way I should make this clear/anything i should alter? thx for reading !
Hi, the blog is active. If it's been a while since the last post, it's just because life hasn't given me much time to work on the blog but it has not been abandoned.
As for your question:
-Establish which race your character is early on during their introduction. You can work some world building in piece by piece and explain that they have stronger senses of hearing and smell than humans.
-In your planning/world-building you should consider how heavily that race relies on those senses for environmental awareness. Once you work out what's possible/impossible for your character to smell and hear, then you go through what you need your character to notice for the story.
Those two above should be enough to avoid cliche territory but if you have a moment where the character's ability to focus on a sense seems too special or plot-convenient, just work through whether or not it's possible for the character to identify this sound/smell and break down what the thought process was.
I have a lot of people in my life who treat my senses of sound/touch/taste/smell/etc as super human because I notice details they've never had to pay attention to before. A lot of times I respond to their awe by explaining my thought process and how I came to certain conclusions. It's mostly pattern recognition and detective work.
For example, I can smell a burger joint from two blocks away, but I have friends who won't smell it until we're walking past the door.
My friends don't need to think about the smells and what they mean because their environmental awareness begins with visual input and everything that comes after is just extra context. They'll see a sign from two blocks away, identify the logo/name/branding. If they're hungry they might focus on that sign long enough to remember the food sold there and maybe even the smells they remember. If they're not hungry, they'll move onto the next visual cue they notice.
I am getting a lot less visual info with a much shorter "warning" time, so I'll probably catch the smell of food on the wind long before I ever see a sign. For my brain, the thought process becomes: I smell food. Someone is cooking meat. Beef? There's notes of fried oil in the air. It's probably a burger place. Then I work with what I know about the area and if I remember any major restaurants.
Another example is that I used laundry room as markers for corners and apartment buildings in my neighborhood. I can connect that random rumbling sound with the smell of fresh laundry.
For most people it's just an unknown rumbling sound. For my bestie, it's a mechanical sound of a home appliance but not a refrigerator or a heating unit or something he specifically worked with in the past. For me, the process is- It's a mechanical sound but not one belonging to a car. It's also stationary and the sound is steady and repetitive, looping ever 3 seconds or less. I connect the sound with the smell of fresh laundry and I know that it's coming from a dryer. Which was actually very helpful in my old apartment building because I could tell if the washer and dryer were in use from outside the building, so I knew if it was pointless to get my laundry ready right away.
So if you have a moment that seems too super powered, just work through the thought process and adjust details until it feels right.
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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 6
Chapter 6: In The Eye of the Storm
Wednesday sits in the center of her dorm room, reciting a dark chant as she holds the necklace her mother gave her. Surrounded by lit candles, she continues with her eyes closed. Sitting in front of her was an Ouija board with "Goody." Wrote on the front.
"In case you're wondering, I don't hold séances very often. I can barely tolerate the living. Why would I want to commune with the dead? But my mother told me Goody is the only one that can train me to control my psychic ability. The sooner I master that, the sooner I crack this case." Wednesday thought, the door opens suddenly and the gust of wind bellows, knocking the candles out, Wednesday thought the seance was successful as a shadowy figure stepped in front of the frame, but much to her disappointment, it was just Enid.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your... Uh, do I even want to know?" She says.
"I was reaching into the black maw of death to contact a relative."
"Feels very on-brand for you. But you should be careful, (Y/n) told me summoning spirits from the after life is like super dangerous."
"(Y/n) severely underestimates me." Wednesday replies coldly.
"I guess, he was pretty serious when he said it after i made him watch Paranormal Activity with me."
"... You forced a blind man to watch a horror movie with you?" Wednesday asked as Enid clarifies.
"Well it was mostly just him holding my hand and me telling him what was happening." Enid explains, she peers over to the Ouija board and sees the name.
"You have a relative named Goody?"
"She was one of the original outcasts. Been attempting to summon her, but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties."
"Oh, you thought about using one of my scented candles? The aroma of steak tartare is to die for." Enid smiles, suddenly, a slip of paper was dashed under their door.
"..Maybe Goody answered you after all." Enid said, and Wednesday approached and read the note in magazine cut out letters. "If you want answers, come to Crackstone crypt at Midnight."
"I doubt she communicates in magazine cutouts." Wednesday said, and she and Enid now make their way to the crypt, Enid being obviously afraid of the darkness and what lies within it. Enid jumps at the howl of an animal.
"You insisted on coming along. I was fine on my own. Seems like our wannabe dееp thrоat is already here." Wednesday and Enid approach the door to the creep, with the hinting smell of death.
"Ew. What died?"
"Smells like childhood. Come on."
"Second thoughts. Why don't I just stay out here? You know, as a lookout." Enid said, which Wednesday ignores and simply heads inside, she slowly creeps around the Crypt, using her flashlight to analyze any possible hint that could have been left by the assailant, but what caught her ear was the odd whisper from behind the tomb.
"Whoever you are, show yourself. Try anything and you'll lose limbs." She says with an ice cold stare, much to her disappointment, (Y/n) and others step out, with a cake.
"Surprise! Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday, dear Wednesday / Happy birthday to you!" They sing, which Wednesday just glares at (Y/n), as thing crawls on his shoulder.
"I should have known you two were behind this. What part of "no party under the penalty of death" do you not understand?" She says as she looks at the cake which was a grim reaper, with a pink balloon.
"I thought my cake design was pretty inspired." Xavier says.
"The pink balloon was my little touch. Why don't you make a wish?" Enid says, Wednesday as per usual ignores their friendly banter and turns to see something written in Latin, etched onto the wall.
"Wait, it's Latin. Fire will rain... when I rise."
"That's not really a wish..." Enid said.
"The first part of that was burned onto Nevermore's lawn. It can't be a coincidence."
"Wait, we're never eating that cake, are we?" Ajax asks, Wednesday slides her hand along the Etched words, and has another vision, this time she's before a gate to a manor. And beyond that gate was Goody.
"Crackstone is coming. Crackstone is coming." She repeats and disappears into the fog, Wednesday is surprised by Goody again, this time next to her.
"Goody. You're the Raven in my bloodline. Wednesday. I was told you could teach me how to control my ability."
"There is no controlling a raging river. You must learn to navigate it without drowning. Time is not on our side. To stop Crackstone, this place you must seek."
"Do you always speak in riddles?"
"Do you always seek simple answers? The path of a Raven is a solitary one. You end up pushing the people you care about away, unable to trust others, only seeing the darkness within them."
"Is that supposed to scare me?"
"...It should." goody replies, as Wednesday comes back from her Vision, knowing what could lead down the path.
The Next Morning, Wednesday is doing her homework, when things crawls along her shoulder.
"Careful, that's my cold shoulder." She says.
"Don't blame Thing. The party was me and (Y/n)'s idea. Everyone deserves to be celebrated on their birthday." Enid says approaching.
"I prefer to be vilified."
"What happened? It looked like you were having a seizure."
"I wasn't that lucky.”
"Can I at least get some kudos for pulling one over on you?"
"The subterfuge was impressive." Wednesday admits, her train of thought was crashed by thing dragging something from her bed, she sees the tag and reads it. "May your 16th be as sour and misery-filled as your desire." "Your ever-doting mother and father." They asked Thing to hide it before they left on Parents' Weekend." Enid says and she opens it, much to the horror of Enid. A taxidermy set.
"Ew! That's so gross."
"I would've preferred live squirrels." Wednesday says, she looks over to Enid; who hands her a present.
"While we're still accepting presents" she says smiling, Wednesday opens it to, a, scarf? A rag?"
"Well, do you like it?" Enid asks excited.
"What is it exactly?”
"It's a snood, silly. I made it in your signature colors. And you want to know what the best part is? I have one too! We can wear them together to class!"
"Oh, Enid, this is far too unique to wear to something like class. I suggest we wait for a more special occasion, ...like a funeral." Wednesday said, they continue through their day. (Y/n) was investigating the burning, kneeling down and touching the burned and seared grass.
"Found anything yet?" Wednesday asks behind him, he stands up as she walks up next to him to also investigate the grass.
"I did, more or less, flames are natural no magic or supernatural occurrences. But..."
"But?"
"The ground, where it burned reeked of gasoline. Meaning they had to have set the gasoline down for a while and let it seep into the ground and then burn it. It was planned, premeditation at best... but no Normie could get into Nevermore."
"So You're suspecting one of us?" Wednesday asks.
"No, well i can't rule the possibility out, you've made a few enemies but not enough to kill you. Also i "found" this." He says and hands her a slightly rectangular box, Wednesday cautiously takes the box. She reads the tag, "From (Y/n), Hearts to Wednesday, Broken hearts with many "XO" and "Hugs and Kisses" in pink, which didn't fit well with the pink wrapping paper which read "To my Future Wife."
".. Are you sure this is for me?" Wednesday said.
"Of course! I got Enid to do the wrapping and message. " (Y/n) to Wednesday." Black wrapping paper, Something basic." He says, Wednesday says nothing and unwraps it, and sees a black box. She opens it to a pair of gothic black leather boots.
"Hm, black leather; very utility like." She says, he takes one and opens his palm, he slams it on his palm, and from the Toe roll, a blade ejects from it. Surprising Wednesday.
"Hidden blade, much more convenient then a blade on your wrist like some assassin." He smiles, and Wednesday takes it.
"I can see you put much thought into this gift... Thank you." She says, and he gently nudged her.
"See? You can be nice."
"Me not acting upon the want to strangle you every day Is me being nice." She says, he just laughs and turns back to the burned ground. "Will you be seeing Eugene?" (Y/n) asks.
"Yes, i suppose it's the least I can do."
"Well, after that, since you obviously hate birthdays with people, why don't you and me celebrate? Alone together, maybe some cemetery with black roses, a picnic, maybe read some Edgar Allen Poe, or dig up graves, whatever you're feeling." He says, Wednesday never heard such a better night to spend. It almost made her smirk, but her lip quivers just slightly.
"While that seems Dreadfully Pleasant, i believe you and I know there are more pressing matters at hand then some picnic date. There's a murderer around and I plan on finding out who." She says. (y/n) looks obviously upset, but puts it to the side.
"You're right, sorry about that." He says, he senses Wednesday leave; and he just lets out a sigh of sadness.
"I haven't always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I'm a year closer to death's cold embrace. What's not to like about that? Besides, my parents always made sure my birthdays were memorable." Wednesday said, remembering a her 10th birthday, where with a piñata, she knocked it open to live spider crawling out, absolutely terrifying the other children.
Wednesday is inside the Hospital checking on Eugene.
"But now parties and presents and games, it... it all feels so trivial. Goody warned me I was destined to be alone, and that I would be sorry for it." she says, someone clears their throat behind her and she turns and rose up to see Dr Kinbott, her therapist.
"Dr. Kinbott." Wednesday said, and she smiles, holding a bouquet of pale roses.
"I haven't seen you since our session with your family, which was... certainly one I won't forget. How are things with them?"
"My mother and I spent some quality time together. Got our hands dirty."
"Gardening?"
"Grave-digging."
"Hmm."
"And I managed to keep my father out of prison. What brings you here?"
"Eugene's moms, I'm working with them. Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family. They had to head home for a few days, so I promised I'd check in on him."
"I'll leave you to it." Wednesday prepares to leave, but Kinbott asks.
"Who's Goody?" she asks, Wednesday, halting in her tracks turns to face her, "She's a very distant cousin. Very distant."
"Sounds like she doesn't see you for who you really are."
"She sees more than you know. I want to assure you I remain as cold and heartless as the first day we met."
"I doubt a cold, heartless person would be sitting by her friend's bedside feeling guilt for his condition."
"I didn't ask for a free session."
"Consider it my birthday gift." Kinbott replies before Wednesday left. She decided to return to the cafe to sit and read a book on pilgrims, trying to find any information on Crackstone. Her reading was interrupted by a cup being gingerly placed on the table, which read "Happy Birthday" in the foam. Tyler sat across from her:
"I know you're usually a quad kind of girl, but I've been working on that all week."
"Birthday, yes. Happy, never. Is there anyone Thing didn't tell?"
"Well, who do you think delivered the cake? Yeah, I went with the 98% dark chocolate ganache knowing your... preferred color palette. Oh, is that, uh... that Enid's gift?" Tyler asks, seeing the Snood next to Wednesday.
"It's perfect if you're fleeing a war-torn country on foot."
"Come on. Don't you like a day that's all about you?"
"Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song."
"So, if I asked you out to a non-birthday, song-free dinner... would that be something you're interested in?" Tyler says smiling, and Wednesday looks at him, a hint of disconnect in her eyes.
"I have a tight deadline. Emphasis on dead."
"Term paper?" Tyler said.
"It's about how whitewashing the sins of our past will come back to kill us all."
"Oh..." he replies, Wednesday slides him a drawing of a gate.
"Have you seen that before? Uh... What's that supposed to be?"
"Never mind."
"Okay, did... did I do something? I just feel like you've kind of been ghosting me. Am I wrong?" he asks, Wednesday never had a response to it, just silence.
"Guess I got my answer." Tyler replies, he stands up to keep working when his father enters.
"That threat burned onto the lawn at school, it's also etched on the wall inside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday said to him.
"Don't tell me you've been digging up more bodies."
"There's a connection there. I know it."
"I'll put out an APB on the dead pilgrim."
"I figured since you no longer have an old vendetta to obsess over, you're free to solve some real crime."
"Your father and I buried the hatchet. Maybe you should do the same."
"I don't bury hatchets. I sharpen them."
Xavier was within his studio, painting. Wednesday enters.
"I need your help. Don't gloat." She says, Wednesday hands him the photo as well.
"What, do you want some drawing lessons? Your line work's a little shaky. I saw that in a vision."
"Do you recognize it?" She asks, Xavier shows Wednesday a much more well done drawing, amazing.
"When did you draw this?"
"Couple days ago. I started having those dreams again, like before, it was bad one, (Y/n) helped me talk it through."
"Was the monster in them?"
"No, but I could feel it in the shadows. You know, kind of lurking in my mind."
"You know where this is? Yeah. It's the old Gates mansion. I pass it when I go running. Why?" He asks, before an answer could be given, a covered painting drops down, which was of Wednesday during her cello session. Beautifully drawn in black. Wednesday just looks at it, the beauty of it.
"Okay. Listen... After the dance, I just wanted to forget about you, but I couldn't. So I started painting and that's what came out. I can hear you up there playing." Xavier raises his hand to it, and the painting begins moving, playing "Cello Concerto in E minor" by Elgar.
"I can tell how you get lost in the music. I feel like it's the only time I get to see the real you." Xavier said, and Wednesday for a moment was truly mesmerized by it all.
(Y/n) sits down in Weems office, who is less than enthusiastic to see him there.
"Now, Mister Healy. As my job as Headmaster, I must ensure the safety of all Nevermore students, you included within that, especially due to your.. circumstances." She begins.
"Im Blind, Not Handicapped, I can take care of myself, I'm not weak willed."
"Your will seems to deteriorate when it comes to Miss Addams." weems responds coldly, (Y/n)'a attitude softens up a bit. Weems sighs and leans in a bit.
"I understand your.. Feelings towards her, Remember i was your age at a time. I knew how hormones and emotions can drive us to do, foolish things. But I'm telling you, sometimes it's best to stay away from someone. As the term goes "Let sleeping dogs lie." Mister Healy, for you own good." Weems says, and (Y/n) scoffed.
"The last time I checked my mom wasn't a shape shifter, you may be the principal but you cannot control who i can or cannot see. I'll keep seeing Miss Addams as much as i want."
"You mean as much as She wants. You mean, she can just as easily toss you to the wayside as quickly as you entered her existence.” Weems replies, but she shrugs.
"I suppose puppy love cannot he avoided.
"I am not in love with her!" (Y/n) retorts, getting annoyed.
"Your emotional outburst says otherwise. Let me tell something, why I brought you to this. The Mayor was hit in a hit and run an hour ago, and Miss Addams was in the back of his vehicle when the incident happened. She's fine, someone getting hit by a car? Was probably on her Bucket list. Wednesday is a Black cat, dragging misery and despair at her wake. Just try not to get caught up in it." Weems says, "You're dismissed.", (Y/n) was actually at a loss of words, he stood up and left. He steps out of her office and turns to the window and can just barely sense via the reflecting sound waves, the window which stood before Wednesday and Enids dorm.
"(Y/n)" a voice says which scares him, he turns around to Wednesday.
"Jumpy?" She asks, he tries to laugh it off.
"Something like that Heh.. so, what have you been up to?" He asks.
"Scratching off my bucket list." She said, there was an awkward silence until Wednesday said something, off.
"Your offer, I've.. reconsidered it." She says a bit reluctantly and (Y/n) smiles.
"Great, so, lovely cemetery? 8? He asks. Wednesday keeps her stare at his smile, almost as if she's transfixed on it. "But, you can't go off of school grounds, can you?" He adds in, a bit disappointed.
"I have that covered." She says. After Wednesday was brought back, she decided to reconsider Tyler's plans as well, and Enids. She enters her dorm room and immediately begins.
"I've been thinking about my less-than-enthusiastic response to your surprise soirée. And I must admit, I regret not showing my gratitude towards you more appropriately."
"You really mean it?"
"Take the win, Enid. If only there were a way for us to get off campus and have a little birthday redo. Just two best friends. Too bad the school is on lockdown. Would you look at that full moon..."
"Oh, how about I say I'm about to wolf out and get a pass to the lupin cages? And say you volunteered to lock me in!"
"My deviousness has finally rubbed off on you. Good."
"Oh, we should wear our snoods!"
"Oh, I... I believe I left mine at fencing."
"Actually, you left yours at the Weathervane. Luckily, Bianca brought it back." Enid hands Wednesday her Snood, much to the disgust of Wednesday.
"Like a monkey's paw." She says.
Night Falls and (Y/n) sneaks out of his room and outside Nevermore. Taking a few cautious steps, he stops abruptly, as he senses something next to him. He turns left to a red car.
"Can I.. help you?" He says, and Tyler awkwardly laughs.
"Sorry I was, waiting for Wednesday."
"... Why?"
"Let's go." Tyler and (Y/n) jump as Wednesday appears in the passenger.
"Uh... Uh... Hi. Nice to see you too." He says, Enid then arrives, getting in the car.
"Wait, he's our Uber driver?"
"Uber driver? I thought we were going on a date."
"Date?" (Y/n) Said, obviously shocked.
"I thought this was a girls' night out." Enid says to Wednesday who stares forward.
"There's been a change of plans."
"What's up with the weird matching hoodie scarf things?"
"Don't ask. Just drive. Get in." Wednesday says to (Y/n), as he soon begins to realize he's been duped, but if Enid is going he is too. He gets in the back seat with Enid, absolutely fuming. They drive to the Gates Manor, and Stand before the gate.
"Seriously, you wanna go in there? This place is creepy AF." Enid says, obviously not up for this
"I know." Wednesday said.
"So you lied to me about the date..." (Y/n)'s voice wasn't the suave heroic or the gentle sweetheart, it was angry, betrayed, sad.
"I didn't want to celebrate my birthday by going to dinner or a surprise party. I want to do this."
"Then you shoulda just said so. You didn't have to trick us." Tyler says, and Wednesday turns to him.
"If you want to go, you can. I'm going to go check out the garage." She unlocks the gate and enters, Enid follows and (Y/n) does, silently. They reach the front of the old manor and left to the garage doors which don't open.
"Let me try." Tyler says, he attempts were futile as well, (Y/n) walks up. "Move." He says, Tyler steps back and (Y/n) grips the handle of the door and yanks, somehow with absolutely monstrous strength he tears the garage door off its hinges and drops it on the ground with a loud boom. He turns to Wednesday.
"Let's get this over with." He said and they entered the building. It was dim with blood red lights inside, but what was most shocking, was a blue Cadillac inside.
"This hit the mayor." Wednesday said.
"Okay. This just took a dark turn. We need to call Tyler's dad right freaking now." Enid says, growing in worry.
"Why? So he can take me back to Nevermore and get me expelled? It's not gonna happen." Wednesday continues forward and they reluctantly follow.
"This is the night I'm gonna die." Tyler says sadly,
Enid was whimpering quietly, (Y/n) felt her grasp his arm tingly and he keeps her close. They enter the living room and to the main part of the home, before a fire place in as a painting.
"Here they are. The Gates family. They scrub up well for psychopaths. There's Garrett, his outcast-hating father, Ansel, and you must be Laurel. They're all long gone. So the question is, why did Goody lead me here?"
"Seen enough?" Tyler asked, and Wednesday continues to look, noticing that two engravings in slight pillars on the wall don't seem the same, she presses against one and it moves, the sound of interlocking mechanisms echo in the house and the painting comes don't into a latch, revealing a mural to Crackstone.
"Who doesn't have a spooky built-in altar in their family library?" Tyler said looking at it with the flashlight.
"Ours is in the living room. More seating for year-long Dia de los Muertos." Wednesday says, Enid whimpers harder and squeezes (Y/n) like a stuffed teddy bear, Wednesday turns around and sees them, a hint of, anger washes over her and she turns back to investigate and notes burned candles, and the warmth from their put out stems.
"They're still warm. (Y/n), Tyler, you two check the rest of the ground floor. Enid and I will search upstairs."
"We will?" enid says looking at Wednesday, she desperately looks at (Y/n).
"It'll be fine, just do what she says so we can leave, if you get scared I'll be Downstairs for you." He says, she hugs him tightly and lets go. Enid and Wednesday head upstairs and (Y/n) walks off.
"Uh.. don't you want a flashlight?" Tyler asks, "What for?" He asks, "You know so you can see beeee.. tter..." Tyler said as his voice began to drone on as he realizes his mistakes.
"No... I don't think I'll need a flashlight”, he snaps back and heads to the Kitchen. Upstairs, Wednesday and Enid reach a splitting hallway.
"All right, you go left, I go right." Wednesday said.
"You seriously want to split up? In here? That is literally how every best friend dies in a horror movie."
"The faster we search, the sooner you can leave." Wednesday said, before Enid walked off.
"Why am I even here? I know what my mom would say. "Enid, you're a doormat." "You're too needy." "Show some teeth. Nobody likes a desperate little furball." Shut up, Mom. Get out of my head!" Enid yells, downstairs under her, (Y/n) is looking though the cabinets. Empty, he turns on the water and sees it runs.
"Hm..." he says, he kneels down past the sink and opens it to reveal basic boxes of things but a matchbox. He picks it up and sniffs it. "red phosphorus and antimony sulfide.." he said. Feels.. burned, someone used it.. Wednesday was right someone was down here.. Shit. Tyler cmere.." he said and there's silence.. "Tyler? Tyler!" He yells and hears growling, something dripping on the floor. He enters the living room and tries to sense the origin of the sound and looks, horrified.
"Oh... Shit."
Upstairs Wednesday and Enid begin to head downstairs before the shadow of the monster was downstairs.
"Enid! Wednesday! Run!" (Y/n) yells, they bolt back up as the monster comes upstairs.
"The dumbwaiter. Go!" Wednesday and Enid hide inside and shut it tight. It was silence before it scratched the metal plate, scaring both girls.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" Enid looks terrified, the monster slowly creeps closer to the dumbwaiter, before (Y/n) comes and leaps on his back, using his cane to strangle it.
"GO RUN! GET ENID OUT OF HERE!" He yells, the beast screams and tries to grab him, he backs (Y/n) into a wall, slamming him and forcing the dumb waiters rope to snap. and drop the girls down the chute, they crash into the badement and they hear fighting. (Y/n) ducks and rolls from the beast, he grabs dust with his hand and clenches it.
"Go dtuga Belenus Tóirse d'anam!" He yells, he blows the dust which somehow turn into flames!
"May Belenus Tourch your soul!"
The flames hit the beast and makes it spiral out of control. Enid and Wednesday rush around. They reach an exit and Wednesday actually looks around, and sees it's hard fill of severed limbs.
"What are you doing?!" Enid yells.
"These are the body parts from the monster's victims." Wednesday said, they hear something being slammed hard against the wall, monster crawls down the stairs and Wednesday luckily escapes out a window with Enid who storms off.
"You okay?"
"Since when do you care?" She says and walks back.
"Where are you going?" Wednesday said.
"(Y/n)! He's still in there." They step back to the front and see a trail of blood, they follow it to see (Y/n) leaning against a tree, a deep wound in his side. Tyler Is there with a small burn on his arm. Wednesday quickly rushes to his side.
"You're hurt." She says and for a moment, a look of guilt washes over (Y/n) who's being helped by Tyler up. A rag was offered, suddenly by Xavier who, conveniently was there.
"Where'd you come from?"
"Here. Take this." he says and pushes the warm rag into (Y/n)'a back who has muffled yells of pain. Enid looks like she's about to cry. And Wednesday realizes that this is all her fault, blue and red lights flash in the distance. The police arrive, seemingly from an anonymous tip. But when they enter the garage or basement, it's all gone. Everything is, like it never even existed.
...
"You directly violated my explicit order and left campus during a lockdown. Not to mention putting your peers and yourself in danger." Weems stands before Wednesday, who can only watch as Weems fumes. (Y/n), Tyler and Enid almost murdered; breaking and entering. All of this from Wednesday herself.
"Which is grounds for expulsion. I know. And you have every right to exercise that option. I do believe it would be a grave error on your part."
"I think contrition might be in order right now, Miss Addams. Not hubris."
"I'll never apologize for trying to uncover a truth." Wednesday shows a competed photo, of a pilgrim and woman seemingly facing off.
"What is this?" Weems asks.
"It's a warning from Rowan. Is this why he tried to kill you?"
"His mother drew it before she died. Said I was destined to destroy the school. But I think I'm meant to save it. Now you know what's at stake. Everything you vowed to protect, no less. I think I deserve another chance...Please." Wednesday asks, and as angry as weems is, this seems. Truthful.
"One more infraction... One more step out of line and you will be expelled. No ifs, no buts."
"(Y/n), Enid and Xavier are spared as well—"
"And no more negotiation! Good night." Weems leaves, and Wednesday returns back to her dorm, (Y/n) winces in pain as Enid sighs.
"Sorry! Sorry!" She says and cleans the claw mark on his back.
"It's fine, I'm okay.. I just need some sleep." He says laughing a bit, trying to convince Enid he's okay, but the pain his killing him. Wednesday walks over, arms folded.
"Are you alight?" Wednesday asked, and (Y/n) just shook his head.
"Dont act like you care." He responds coldly.
"You're being dramatic—"
"Just, Shut up!" He yells; he stands up, limping a bit, Enid tries to help him but he shakes his head. He walks over to Enid, boiling with rage.
"First, you lie about wanting to go on a date with me, you then drag me and Enid to some haunted murder house to fuel your own investigation! I told you our deal and you broke it! You could have gotten Enid killed!"
"Deal?" Enid asks, and (Y/n) scoffs.
"Yeah, the deal was that as long as she never put you in this investigation I'd help her, but you broke it! You dragged us to that place with that monster! Something could have happened to Enid! To you.. I wouldn't forgive myself if you got hurt, but you wouldn't say the same for me."
"(Y/n)—" Wednesday began but he cuts her off again.
"No! You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself! You'll lie, manipulate and use anyone to get what you want. All the time we spent together, the times you helped me, did you actually care about me or was that just to manipulate me into helping you?" He said, Wednesday, could only be silent, he scoffs again and limps to the door.
"Guess I got my answer, glad to know how you really feel about me now... now, I refuse to be some pawn in your game." He leaves; slamming the door as Wednesday watches, Enid gets up and begins to pack.
"Where are you going?"
"Yoko's room. Thornhill said I could crash there for a few nights."
"There's no need. I spoke with Weems. You, (Y/n) and Xavier won't be punished."
"Am I supposed to thank you?"
"I already apologized. It's over."
"Over? Tonight was the icing on the birthday cake you couldn't even be bothered to cut. You'll use anyone to get what you want, even if it means putting them in danger. We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession!"
"But we didn't. And now I'm one step closer to solving this case. That is what is important."
"I've tried really, really, really hard to be your friend. Always put myself out there. Thought of your feelings. Told people, "I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she's just shy."
"I never asked you to do that—"
"You didn't have to because that's what friends do! They don't have to be asked. The fact that you don't know that says everything. You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone!" Enid, rightfully angry leaves with a bag. Wednesday is alone, Goody accurately predicting what happened. Wednesday sits against the window, contemplating wether what she did was truly right.
"Goody warned I was destined to be push everyone away, to be alone. Maybe it's inevitable. But for the first time in my life, it doesn't feel good. There's also something else. A gnawing feeling. That death is close at hand. Watching me. But I won't be intimidated. And I will never give up. That house. That family. Crackstone. The monster. Somehow me. We all seem to be connected like a spider's web. And when Mayor Walker got too close to the truth, he was silenced. But I won't be. So whoever's watching me, know this. I will find you.
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LINK, FROM OUTSET ISLAND
Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass, Hyrule Warriors
[From my original Linkverse, That Broken Promise]
GENDER: Male (amab)
PRONOUNS: He/Him
HEIGHT: 5'1"
AGE: 22
HEALTH: Mostly blind [macular degeneration], severe flogging scars
WEAPONS: Staff, Seabreeze Boomerang
ITEMS: Telescope, Grappling Hook, Power bracelets
SPELLS: Magic Armour
On his twelfth birthday, Outset crossed paths with the Helmaroc King when it kidnapped his little sister. With the help of Tetra, he met the King of Red Lions who was the transformed King of Hyrule from the distant past. He opened the Tower of the Gods, retrieved and revived the Master Sword, and defeated Ganondorf with Tetra's aid beneath the seas. After, he left his home with her and was drawn into saving Oshus, the Ocean King, from the predation of Bellum before they made their way to new lands. However, their first landing ended in disaster with the Admiral of Gamelon attempting to kill him. They retreated to “cursed” lands nearby, under the watchful eye of the Lokomo Anjean where they stayed while he recovered. His recovery, however, was interrupted and he and Tetra were both drawn into the timeline holes created by Cia’s near death. They gave what aid they could, given his condition, and before too much time had passed they could return to their new lands.
Outset is a gregarious, fiercely independent person who is loathe to admit his limitations. He will try anything that seems fun, and only ask for help after he's started nine times out of ten. While he and Tetra founded New Hyrule, they were only so many people. At present, they’re focused on bringing people back and often they get sidetracked by random whim.
Outset speaks easily and is technically literate, but he can no longer see well enough to read or write. He also does not know, nor see well enough to understand sign language most of the time.
Outset is mostly interested in women but is game to try almost anything. He is a little shy about new people and picky about how they treat him with regards to his blindness. He’s never had a serious relationship, and he and Tetra have only recently gotten over a long fight about her feelings of guilt about when he lost his sight.
CURRENT MEDIA:
Though There Be Fury On The Waves, rated E for violence
Two WIP
Songs from the playlist for Outset:
Go The Distance, by Michael Bolton
Sea of No Cares, by Great Big Sea
Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely), by P!nk
#Wind Waker#my Linkverse#That Broken Promise#LOZ AU#Phantom Hourglass#LOZ: WW#LOZ: PH#Yes that is a CDI Easter Egg#(wrt Gamelon)#His macular degeneration is probably Stargardts#bc that's the one I can find the most references on#blind character#I only have myopia myself#My Art
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