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we need a part 2 of the absent father alastor, the first part was amazing 😭
Age wasnt mentioned last part, this pne they are hinted to be 13-16 :3
Im writting this in the passenger seat cos i REALLY LOVE THIS MY GOD
Perhaps this was his punishment all along
To have his own child turn their back on him
But he knows its his fault. As much as he wouldnt admit it to a soul he knows. Hes self aware but it doesnt make things better
After he reappeared when the hotel was fixed, it seems like the child stuck with husk even more, sometimes even downright avoiding him
Him?
But hes their father
HE raised them
Right?
He tried, tried to hard to recall memories to back up his point but he couldn’t. All he could remember was him dropping you on husk
Like some cheep booze.
I suppose this was the weight of his actions
He could do nothing now, but that didnt stop him. Hes a hard headed man afterall
It started with him asking you to accompany him at his radio station, something you loved and begged him to before
Always asked to go with him, oh how you loved his voice
But he never did allow you to
On good days he would, but even then those were rare
So hes the one bringing you now!you wouldnt turn down some time with your deer old dad right? Specially how you used to even beg for his attention.
…
No? What do you mean no? Dont you love going ? Dont you love radio? Dont you love. Him?
“Uhm no thanks father i wanna watch husk do magic” you could never truly look into his eyes
Even when you called him father it felt so..
Forced.
But he grinned and bared it “I understand little doe! But you know where to find me” he chuckled and walked away
He could do magic too. He could do magic better. So why husk? Hes stronger, more capable of protecting you, he could protect you better than husk ever could, there was no need for you to cower under that horrid sinners wings because your father, your blood, could protect you
But he never did. Not when you got in trouble for running into some loan sharks, he let you fend for yourself
Pain was the best teacher
He would say
So he threw you to the wolves. How ironic.
That ended as horrible as you’d think, the only reason you got out there alive is because vox, yes, him, out of everyone killed the demons when he noticed it was you, he was just passing by, going to another meeting from one he just left
He recognized you, he knew of alastors offspring but never cared for them, his business is with their father. However, even then this was cruel, and he knew that deer was watching everything
He could feel the eyes on him. On them.
Vox watched as you scampered away, like a deer, like a doe.
Even then , he thought alastor would atleast have compassion for the child
His child
But he was wrong, he gave that bastard too much credit.
Even rosie, a demon that doesnt share the same blood as you, treats you kinder than your own
After that incident, you refused to go out as much, opting to stay with …husk.
Husk, dear old husk, he never minded
He hated it at first tho.
Having to babysit, he didnt like you either
But he knows, he KNEW it wasnt your fault either, he knows you wanted to spend time with that absent father of yours
So he tried his best filling that void in your heart, he felt pity for the little child, so he told old stories of his life before he was damned,he says they’re boring but the shine in your eyes and smile on your face whenever he speaks never fails to amaze him
he even taught you how to play poker
Charlie reprimanded him for that, saying he cant teach a child how to gamble
But he didnt care
You were smiling
Laughing
It wasnt much but it was enough
Enough from him
Enough for you.
It made his blood boil, it wasnt fair. Alastor would think
Why cant you look up at him with admiration?like how you always looked when you were younger
Yeah
Maybe this was his punishment.
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bf felix x gn reader
cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar
wc: 0.6k
a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3
dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else
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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.
“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.
You press a kiss to his temple and hum.
“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.
“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.
“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.
“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.
“Sorry for what, Lix?”
“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.
“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.
You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.
“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.
“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”
TWO DAYS LATER
You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.
my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight
my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️
you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too
You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.
Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.
You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,
5:08am
Fuck. Is he just getting home?
You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.
His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.
“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.
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steve is like... really good at laser tag.
it was supposed to be a fun double date that wasn't really a date because the kids were all with them too, but steve. he really took it seriously.
it was a wonder he was such a bad fighter, based on this, maybe they should give him a gun? no...
robin, nancy, and eddie watched in curious amazement as steve bobbed and weaved through the dark course. (eddie's not proud to admit that he may have drooled watching steve hop over one of the foam obstacles). "agh! steve, no!" they heard dustin whine in the distance, smiling when steve only cackles in response.
"oh! fuck you steve!" there was mike, "cmon man, i thought we were friends!" lucas, "you're really just gonna stand there and shoot me? im not even playing!" and max.
it was definitely comedic, and a little scary.
they heard his footsteps, "oh shit. he's coming, run!" robin squealed, grabbing nancy's hand and dragging her after her. eddie kept his place in the corner, it was fun but he wasn't really into all that... running or "exercise."
soon enough he was face to face with steve. "hey baby,"
"hey ed's."
"rob and nancy ran that way," eddie said pointing towards their direction. steve grinned, "thanks ed's." he said pressing a kiss to his lips before running away.
distantly, eddie heard nancy and robin shout, and he shook his head. soon enough the lights came back on and the game was over.
now steve wasn't a competitive person, however, he knows when he's good at something, so it wasn't a surprise to eddie when they all trailed out of the arena, a huge smile on steve's face.
the bored employee started, feigning excitement, "okay! the winner is steve ahoy, congratulations steve. yay." steve whooped, doing a stupid little dance, smacking a celebratory kiss on eddie's face, laughing at the kids disdain.
"that's not fair! steve didn't tell us he was super good at laser tag!"
"ha ha!" steve teased, smiling when eddie grabbed his hand. "don't worry, next time he's not allowed to play. only normal people." robin assured, smirking at steve. "oh, so you're not playing either?" he retorted. robin scoffed and rolled her eyes. "what ever laser rambo."
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𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫?
a/n: hi everyone!! thank you so much for 1k likes across my works! i was in actual disbelief when i got that notif. i thank you all so much for the love. i dont rly do celebration posts and such but i still thank you all sm for it ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i haven't had much chance to write this piece so its been sitting in the drafts for a little bit but!! i have a break coming up so im hoping to do some writing then. also this is not proofread so forgive me.
characters: rtte!hiccup x fem!reader
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited (?) pining, hiccup being angy, mentions of not eating and getting hurt, almost fainting, implied almost death (astrid), near death experience, fighting, blood (got wounded)
here's part 2: take a chance with me
The salty breeze wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, sounds of the waves crashing on the shore almost lulling me to sleep after such a long couple of days. Had it not been for the sweat rolling off me, or the ache in each movement, I would have no doubt fallen asleep.
"She almost died, [Name]!" his voice boomed, his gaze so piercing it had me pinned frozen in the clubhouse across from him.
"We had a plan and you didn't stick to it. Gods knows what would have happened if the rest of the team hadn't been there to clean up your mess," he looked at me, the disappointment so apparent in his eyes it burned through the protective barrier around my heart, "And now they got away with the Dragon Eye!" his hands banged on the table, the loud noise nearly scaring me half to death and causing me to jump in my spot.
Astrid almost died. Because of me.
My throat ached, feeling like it loathed with the body it was in, rejecting this emotion that coursed through my body so intensely. My eyes burned, so terribly that I had nearly convinced myself they were acid, all in an attempt to swallow down the emotions and hope to tuck them in a corner of my mind somewhere, never to be seen or felt again.
"Maybe I was a fool to think you were ready for this." he muttered under his breath, but I heard it so clearly and the rest of the riders did too.
The said blonde laid a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, silently asking him to take a breather and calm for a moment, but he only shook it off, the irritation still clearly running hot in his veins. He stormed off, hurriedly flying away with Toothless, not a single glance back at me.
Astrid only sighed, silently approaching me, and the rest of the gang stood motionless on the other side of the room. Even the twins were uncharacteristically quiet, which had unnerved me more than I had let on. She rubbed my shoulders, allowing me words of comfort but I hadn't heard any of it despite looking right at her.
I mumbled a few words before scurrying off, making a beeline for my hut and hoping to shroud myself in the four walls and indulge in isolation. I thanked Thor for a moment due to my hut being farther than the main base, giving me ample privacy.
My emotions had only caused me to hit the targets harder, to push myself further, until I was sure something like this wouldn't happen again. What if Hiccup was right?
My winged companion whined worriedly beside me but I was too far past the point of comprehension to even realize that I was littered in tiny cuts and bruises, and my limbs had ached for a while now. But I ignored it, not even close to being content with my progress in training.
I laid in my bed, nearly motionless for the past 24 hours. Not even the sound of multiple knocks and quips from the different riders, nor my stomach growling had given me any energy to move. All my windows had been shut, allowing little to no sunlight into the room. The darkness had allowed for me to continuously slip in and out of slumber, the time passing faster than I thought it was due to it.
By the third day, I had resorted to aggressively cleaning every inch of my house, not wanting to drown in the thoughts and providing myself with a distraction. I still hadn't opened the door but had at least opened a few windows to let in some light.
Hiccup coming to knock on my door almost had me stopping in my tracks, but I chose to tune him out, not wanting to deal with that whole situation at the moment. I needed time to process the emotions and think clearly and rationally before I could face him again. I needed to improve and be sure there's been a significant improvement before he can see me again.
It took me four days, four whole days, to allow the simmering emotions to bubble over and explode to whatever mess I had become now. On a random beach at another island, training like my life depended on it with virtually no one but my dragon as my witness, and it was comforting to say the least.
The guilt from Hiccup's words had hit me like a truck, the possible outcomes of my choices in the heat of the moment and how it had almost cost one of my closest friends' lives. It made frustration build up inside me with each missed blow, each kick, each strike.
I had gotten so absorbed in my own emotions that I didn't hear or even notice the multiple footsteps of unwanted guests on the same beach. All I heard was the violent roar of my dragon and I turned around to see one of the Dragon Hunters on the ground.
I readily hurried my stance, thanking the Gods I was already holding one of my weapons, and cursed to myself. 'Fuck how did they manage to sneak up on me? Was I really that distracted?'
My vision flit between the hunters as they slowly and carefully stepped towards me, their weapons glinting under the sun. I knew I was at a disadvantage, my bruised and battered body would not be able to out-fight all of them. So I have to be smart, and figure out a way to get out unscathed.
It was quiet as we only stared at each other. This was odd, I thought, why aren't they attacking? Before I could ask questions, a familiar voice caught my attention as he walked up from the ship and onto shore.
"Ryker." I spat. Gripping my weapon tightly, I glared at the man in front of me.
"Quite good timing that I catch you here alone, hm?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked down at me, "Take her and her dragon." He ordered, the men around him charging at me at once from all different directions.
Over my dead body, I thought, no way are they taking my dragon! "[D/N] let's go!" The sound of metals clashing and explosions were all I heard as I parried all oncoming attacks my way as best I could and so did my dragon.
Heavy breathing and heavy limbs were all I felt as I slowed and struggled to keep up with my enemies. In a moment of weakness, I felt a blade slash through my side. Warm blood quickly trickled down my hip as I screamed out in pain.
A loud roar was all I heard before seeing a big explosion and my enemies knocked unconscious onto the floor. My dragon wasted no time and hurriedly picked me up before flying away to return to the edge, narrowly missing the arrows being shot our way.
I breathed heavily, clutching my side with one hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding, and my other holding onto my dragon so I don't fall into the ocean. The ride had felt extremely long and I could feel myself slipping from reality as more blood poured from the wound.
Blearily, I looked around my surroundings as I felt myself being placed softly onto what smelt like grass. I barely recognized my hut in the near distance and the garden I was growing beside it as my dragon hurriedly grabbed medical supplies.
Thankfully he already knew which ones to grab from seeing me patch up the other riders over and over again, and brought over gauzes and pastes. I huffed and groaned, trying and dragged to prop myself on a nearby tree to properly dress my wound.
"[D/N], get me water... water please." I was feeling exhausted but I knew subconsciously that I couldn't fall asleep now, or it would create even more difficult consequences.
My winged friend quickly grabs and brings over a pail of water to me. Taking off my armor and lifting my shirt, which was already slashed through anyways, I assessed my wound and figured it hadn't gone deep enough to rupture any organs or I would have much worse symptoms.
While cleaning my wound, a soft thumping and pairs of footsteps sounded before they spoke. "[Name]? Where are you? What happened?"
I didn't speak, focusing on stitching myself up and not crying. [D/N] however quickly beckoned them over and they quickened their paces, soon surrounding me with their bodies. The riders were shocked upon seeing my state and Hiccup had briskly told all of them to turn away from me.
Familiar warm hands were placed on my arms, "[Name]," Hiccup spoke softly. My vision blurred and my throat tightened, making it harder to stop the tears from falling, "Let me help you with that. Please." His voice was small yet firm, a hint of pleading lying underneath. Yet it was still caring, and warm, and it filled the cracking crevices in my resolve as I pulled away to let him work.
"Astrid, refill the bucket. Fishlegs, grab me more gauze and paste. And get some of the stuff Gothi gave us." The two nodded, ambling away quietly as Hiccup diligently worked on my wound. "Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout, grab one of her shirts and get her hut prepared." Surprisingly, there wasn't any complaints or jokes from the trio, only diligent nods and they went straight to work. Thus the only sound between us was the soft rustling of the trees in the wind, and my voice hissing at the pain of being stitched up.
"It was-" I gulped, trying to swallow down the burning feeling, "It was Ryker." Hiccup's hands stopped only for a moment and stayed quiet, so I took it as a sign to continue.
"He-He ambushed me. While I was on another island, training." I added, however the pain had teetered into being unbearable causing a whimper to escape my throat.
Luckily Hiccup had finished with the needle and moved onto wrapping it, an ever-present ache there but it was much better than the searing pain I had felt moments ago. Hiccup reached beside me and covered my chest with my torn shirt.
"I'm sorry."
I slowly blinked my eyes as I raised my head to take a good look at his face. His hair was disheveled, more than usual, and his under-eyes slightly darker. He had this seemingly perpetual small furrow in between his brows.
But his eyes were still that beautiful green that I had fallen in love with at first sight. One could argue that his slightly bloodshot eyes complimented the green but I couldn't feel much happiness knowing it was because he was losing sleep over me.
His voice was quiet, dripping with sorrow and regret and it had me pursing my lips, my heart feeling tight.
"I'm sorry I said those things. They were out of anger but they don't excuse how it had hurt you." he continued, his pinky carefully linking with mine. He was testing the waters, afraid I would push him away once more but to be honest, I was too tired to even formulate a response.
"Hiccup..." I whispered, softly curling my finger around his. He looked into my eyes, hesitant to hear what I would say.
"I'm tired." I breathed out. My eyes blinked often, already on the verge to dreamland. He nods wordlessly, picking me up with barely any effort it seems, and bringing me inside my hut. Thankfully it seems like the twins and Snotlout have already finished with cleaning up my place.
Hiccup helped me into the shirt they picked before tucking me into my bed. His hands were comforting, brushing away loose hairs from my face. But it was fleeting, much like most of his touches towards me. Like it burned him, or he was disgusted by it.
He makes sure I'm settled well but before he could get comfy on the edge of the bed beside me, Astrid's voice is heard through the door. "Hiccup?" she calls, and his head quickly whips to the direction of her.
A small frown creeps up onto my face yet thankfully Hiccup only thinks of it as caused by my injury when he turns back to look at me. He smiles, a little unsure and an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes, as he reaches out to tuck a stray hairs away from my face.
"Sleep well. I'll be right here." he murmured. I only heard the soft sound of wood creaking and warm, green eyes before falling asleep.
note: guys,,, i've been gone so long?? literally ive been so busy T-T also got friendzoned before the summer so that was great. ANYWAYS!! if u liked this, i would so love to hear ur thoughts. and!! there may or may not be a part two to this too hehe
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Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend of Where All This Love Comes From is up on ao3 - so this is some TK and Owen from Chapter 8: Your Heart, As if It Was My Very Own - coming Sunday. Really looking forward to sharing!
“I let you go to Mike’s Superbowl party on one condition,” Owen says, heaving himself out of the chair. “No substances. And you promised.”
“I didn’t, I didn’t.” TK smiles and nudges Owen’s chest. “I’m just tired. I need to go to bed.”
“TK. Look at me.”
“Noooo I’m fine.”
“TK!” Owen grabs TK by his backpack. TK struggles and jerks his arms around until his backpack and coat come away in Owen’s hands. Owen lets both items clatter to the floor – and when the bag smacks the floorboards, there’s a strange buzzing sound.
“What’s that?” Owen asks.
“I don’t know,” TK says quickly, launching for the backpack at the same time as Owen – his blood running cold when he sees the black canvas undulating.
The Oxy has dulled his reaction times. Owen snatches the bag and unzips.
There it all is. A half-eaten Hershey bar. A green tube containing pills (opened). A strip of ribbed condoms (eleven serrated squares out of twelve). And a pink vibrator that is accidentally vibrating and thrusting at its highest setting.
Owen takes the vibrator out of the bag, stares at it moving in his hand like a living thing, and then switches it off with some difficulty.
“I can explain,” TK says once the room falls blessedly quiet but for street noise below.
Owen looks at the vibrator, looks at TK, looks at the vibrator. Looks at TK. “Did you get this the same place you got that?” he nods at the New York University hoodie that TK stole from Mike when Mike wasn’t looking. He put it on over his sweater and under his coat for extra warmth, which he thought was sensible. “Same place you got the pills?”
“And the chocolate bar,” TK admits. “Look–”
“You told me you were going to Mike’s, and you went to fucking New York University and came home with Oxy and a sex toy?”
“Like I said. I can explain,” TK says, even though explaining would mean repeating everything Owen just said. Because that is what happened.
“This is going in the trash. All of it.” Owen stomps away to the kitchen with TK in wobbly pursuit.
“No! I should be allowed to have that,” TK cries, more fussed about the vibrator than the pills at this point, because he had grand plans.
Owen pulls the garbage can out of its hideaway cupboard and dumps the condoms and vibrator into the sack – the vibrator springing to life again among egg shells and scrapped leftovers. Owen stares at TK seriously. Holding eye contact, he shuts the garbage can away while the vibrator carries on singing, slightly muffled. It will keep going until the battery dies.
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OUHFHGFH OK BAR SANSES (BS AU) LORE TIME
The simplest ? explanation for it is Dust becomes Evil Ccino where his AU's Grillby's becomes Nightmare's "headquarters" but also other AU Hoppers' (like Error and um. one of my ocs) one stop bar. Dust is evil Ccino.... (I love putting characters in roles that theyre not supposed to have)
This takes place mostly in Dusttale and Farmtale with character focus shifting between the bad sanses. It was born from an extremely old fanfic I rediscovered (and never published, thank goodness) and built up from these two asks (Dust's tab, Dust's cooking/drinking) from the official ask-dusttale blog.
I've got some plot I'd like to hide for now so you can instead have a summary of the current state of the au !
BS AU LORE !!
Dust lives in an abandoned AU where the human has not come back. In order to pass time, he decides to take up bartending by himself (for himself). He finds some of Grillby's recipes at the back of the bar and "borrows" an apron while he fails time and again but keeps mixing drinks. Alcohol is alcohol after all.
Eventually, Nightmare stumbles into Dust's AU with an injured Killer who was shot by several of Dream's arrows. Dust confronts the two and initiates a fight, assuming that they were enemies and honestly a bit freaked out by them having his face. After a "scuffle," Killer almost dying, and a lot of negotiation from Nightmare, Dust allows them to stay at the inn.
Dust, after figuring out Nightmare and Killer are broke and probably starving, invites them to Grillby's (which surprises the two. Killer actually thought he was planning to poison them). But this eventually becomes somewhat routine-like, with Nightmare and Killer getting somewhat comfortable with Dust, though he still keeps his distance.
Some time later, Nightmare goes out to see if he can get some supplies to repay Dust, hopping through several AUs but unfortunately running into Dream in one of them. This starts a chase that ends with Nightmare in HorrorTale, where he kidnaps the Sans that just happened to see him and his brother. He immediately goes back to DustTale, which, because of the absence of positive emotions, Dream is unable to access.
Horror, startled by the new environment, two more doppelgangers, and the dust leaving him struggling for breath, attacks Nightmare and defends himself (justifiably so, the kidnapping was irrational, and now Nightmare can't bring Horror back to his AU). Nightmare once again negotiates a way for them to coexist and Dust offers to let Horror sleep at his house, saying that he usually sleeps at sentry stations anyway.
AFTER THIS IS SILLY PLOT STUFF !!
if u wanna read more um,,,, many of my saejun headcanons are actually canon in this AU,,,,,,, so u should go read those,,,,,,,,,,
ALSOO it's very VERY old but this is what the sillies look like in this AU ! I plan on revamping this for the site im making hehe (cross comes in at SOME POINT but we dont talk about that yet)
and if u wanna see the older bs related posts (because i didnt.... tag them properly) heres a bunch of links for things that are canon in this
Main BS Posts: 1 2 3 4
Stuff abt that Old Fic: 1 2 3
Saejun Existing: 1 2
BS Horror: 1 2 3(blood tw)
#bar sanses#bad sanses#undertale au#sans au#sid answers#u can RLLY tell i have a favourite#anyway thank u for asking now i have a sort of. master list. thing. for bs au#anyWAY THABK U TYSM TYY I HAVE SO MANY AUS HONESTLY I RLLY NEED TO MAKE LORE DUMPS FOR ALL OF THEM BEVAUSE I FORGET MY OWN STORIES....
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Necklaces & Sympathy
Summary: Stolen love and possessions can make a man kill with no mercy...or not.
Word Count: 476
Warnings: a few threats, i should probably have rewritten this, since it's from like...2017...but im too lazy for that lol.
It was a relatively quiet day in your jewelry shop; you weren’t really surprised, however. The winter chill had been setting in something fierce this season and nobody wanted to be out getting hit in the face with icy winds.
You’d been dusting some jewelry displays, humming to yourself as you listened to the radio that sat behind the counter. You hadn’t noticed the bell above the door jingling to signal someone had entered the shop until a cough sounded behind you.
Glancing up, you smiled at the stranger before reciting your well-rehearsed greeting.
Ignoring your greeting, the man walked around the place in silence, glancing into some of the display cases. “How much?” He asked after a few silent moments. You felt a chill run down your spine as he glanced at you, his blue eyes gleaming. “How much for this pendant?”
“Five hundred.” You pointed to the small price tag taped to the velvet material is laid upon.
Scoffing, he turned to grin cheekily at you. “I shall return, my dear.”
“Thank you for coming in.” You bid as the stranger left just as quickly as he entered. You didn’t question his actions, people were usually in and out of your shop anyhow.
An hour later, you’d decided to close shop for the day; not a customer in sight, not even the strange man from earlier. Just as you had placed the key inside the lock, you felt something metallic and cold pressing against the small of your back.
“Let me inside to take what’s rightfully mine and I’ll spare your fucking life.” The same man from earlier had spoken close to your ear. “If you want to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you open the door and let me inside.”
“That necklace is not yours.” You said cooly, though, your heart raced inside your chest, not daring to look at the nan.
“It was my beloved's.” He growled out, pressing the gun barrel harder into your back. “She died two years ago and all of her possessions were sold or auctioned off; I want what belongs to me.”
Seeing no other option, you unlocked the door and allowed his entrance. Standing in the door, you watched the man greedily break open the display case and grab the necklace before clutching it to his chest.
“Thank you.” He whispered in a soft tone as he approached you. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning and repair the box; my apologies. It’s been hell trying to locate all of her items.”
“Tell me more about your wife?” You asked, nodding back inside your shop. “I’d be glad to help you in any way I can.”
Rolling his eyes, a small smile slipped past the man’s lips. “Honey, I could have killed you and you’re offering to listen to my sad love life?”
“You seem like you’re in a lot of pain.” You sympathized. “Plus, it will give me a reason to keep the shop open for a little while longer.”
“Chamomile tea?” He requested.
Nodding, you stepped aside to allow him inside your shop.
#jefferson x reader#sebastian stan x reader#please dont let this flop...#clearing out my drafts trhis week...hella ficxs
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What is your headcannon for Amy's family if you don't mind me asking?
omg thank you for taking an interest in those tags i made!! but also im crying because i typed up a whole response to this only for my screen to freeze and delete everything i had written
but anyway
i cover it a little in my fic if the glove fits, but my hc is that amy's parents severely neglected her at a young age (this taking place before the events of sonic cd) to the point of rarely coming home. neighbors eventually realized what was going on and reached out to amy's grandmother, who amy was sent to go live with until she passed around the time leading up to sonic cd (which i also hc being the reason amy became so attached to sonic tails and later knuckles as quickly as she did)
i know a common theory is that a majority of sonic's friends are orphans hence the way they live, but i think amy being a case where her parents Are alive but choose to be uninvolved just... i dunno. it clicks for me as someone who has experienced it + its repercussions growing up. i see a lot of familiar feelings of frustration and loneliness in her sonic x characterization (which made her my go to favorite as a kid LOL). but also? i think it just fits well with the whole "ditching amy" schtick previous sonic media was on.
basically. i don't think sonic tails or knuckles have any personal experience with actively being abandoned like amy. we know about knuckles, but as for sonic & tails in the game canon there's like... nothing about their families. they're most likely all gone, and while the circumstances behind that can be picked apart and mulled over another time the bottom line is that i don't think any of them at one point stopped to consider what running off without amy might be implying. they've never had to consider a perspective like hers before. and for amy, it's something she doesn't want to talk about for obvious and personal reasons.
BUT! amy eventually does talk to them about it. maybe not in full personal detail, but she does tell them how being left behind really makes her feel. conversations are had. behaviors are adjusted. i like to think this is why tails especially has been going out of his way to always include amy and invite her along in recent sonic media! that's his sister she isn't allowed to feel sad on his watch.
also also amy has no interest in looking for her parents or finding anything out about their lives after she left. she has her own family now and she's the happiest she's ever been :)
#headcanon#sorry this got long i just have so many feelings about amy and i love her character so much#she's a character who exudes love and she deserves to receive all the love in the world in return
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good morning! happy thanksgiving weekly tag thursday!
thank you for tagging me @milkovichrules
if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do?
someone who doesnt have a little headache i guess
what's your most trivial / dumbest hot take?
carpeted floors are gross and should be abolished, wood flooring and tile only! rugs are allowable if they are regularly cleaned
shameless related tivial hot takes? i never found jimmysteve attractive even for one single second, not looks personality nothing
if you had to teach a college course what would it be in?
my version of men thinking they could land a plane if they needed to is thinking i could teach literally any highschool class. but college level? i could probably teach a history or english seminar, i went to an art school and could defiantly teach any of the non-architecture art courses I had to take, and i could teach a design studio
season 12 of shameless is suddenly happening and you've been out in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen?
okay first and formost, lip has had his chance and he blew it hard, multiple times. tami is taking the reigns of their little family for a while
i think debbie got part ways/all the away down to texas and had some kind of rude awakening (sorry yall she needs it) and maybe goes to fiona in florida and they spend a couple weeks repairing their relationship from all the damage that had been brewing for years
carl does buy the alibi with his partner for cheap and finds out anne moved back to Chicago and helps him run it, theres an episode that shows them starting to mirror kev and V and its hilarious
Liam continues to struggle with identity and purpose after Franks death, but his brothers notice how hard he was taking franks death and make an effort to make sure he gets to live more as a kid while also respecting his autonomy
ian and mickey, whew, honestly im working on a couple fics that will expand more on this but they grow together, work together and love each other very much
who would be your godly parent (can be any mythology)?
athena
what's something you love about yourself?
i love helping the people in my life! i am not a touchy feely person but if you need/want something? give me a call we'll get it done and dusted
i also love the way i look and have great style
describe your day in 5 emojis:
🕯🧸🎾🍷🍂
what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight?
im not even joking , lip
tell us two truths and a lie, we'll try to guess the lie!
do you have a pet/pets? if so, how did they get their name(s)?
please do not come for me, but i am not a pet person. i love animals and i think theyre so cute and funny but theyre also dirty and need space and attention so they do not belong in my tiny apartment
show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence:
what's your typical coffee / tea / beverage order?
latte with whole milk, hot or iced depending on the season
use a song to describe the last five years of your life:
play along! @jrooc @sweetperversiongirl @thefairytail @stocious @steorie @solitarycreaturesthey @mickeysgaymom @vintagelacerosette
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EMERGENCY, PLEASE REBLOG
Sorry if this is incoherent I am very feverish and ill.
my partner and i are about to get kicked out of our apartment on the 31st and we just found out we both have covid, so we wont be able to crash with our friend because shes poor too, living paycheck to paycheck, and we don't want to infect her!😭
My partner's abuser has been helping us financially somewhat but shes losing her patience... she was mad we didnt want to expose our friend to covid.
So we need money for a hotel room, movers because we're too sick and weak to move our own things, and for food and medicine. We're running out of everything...
We're trying our best. My partner has found a work from home job that will allow them to quarantine, thank god. However my new job won't let me stay home and idk what I'm gonna do come Monday cuz im high risk and I've spent the last two days bedridden crying and screaming all day from pain. I'm gonna try to get medicine to help my body fight this virus, because that's my only option left at this point.
Things are so bad and we are so desperate. Please reblog even if you cant donate. I love you all and I appreciate every person who has helped us survive so far. Hopefully soon thanks to the efforts of our communities, we can find safety and the better future we've been fighting for for so long🥺💗
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7 Snippets, 7 People
thank you for the tag @tabswrites !!
Tagging (with no pressure) @stick-a-pencil-in-my-eye , @toribookworm22 , @wild-daffodils , @aether-wasteland-s , @kittensartswriting , @autopsy-im-ill , @gailynovelry
The Sea is in Her Blood Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @fearofahumanplanet @marinesocks @parttimeghost @houndsofcorduff @creatrackers
one:
She hummed, deciding something, and turning away from Jesse. June addressed the rest of his crew, “I’ve decided to show you mercy.” Sheathing her sword, she gestured vaguely with both of her hands, “You are all free to go.”
The rest of her crew followed suit, putting away their various weapons and watching questionably as the men that had boarded their ship pulled themselves to a stand. When Jesse did the same, June was quick to snap her fingers and gain Daring’s attention. “Not him,” she pointed at Jesse, where Daring quickly grabbed hold of both his arms, twisting them uncomfortably.
“What—?” Jesse began to protest, but June cut him off.
“Throw him in the brig.”
Jesse thrashed wildly in Daring’s hold, but it was not enough for the boy to escape him. “You can’t do this!” Jesse argued. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You insulted me, Jesse. Be grateful I’m not having you thrown into the sea to join your incompetent captain.”
two:
June gripped the cell bars with an iron-hold. “Give it to me.”
“Nah, not until you let me out of here.”
She squinted her eyes at him, “You realize I can just take it from you, correct?”
Jesse folded the map over itself, folding it and folding it until it was a small fragile square that he could fit between his fingers. He held it up to his lips. “Try it, and I’ll swallow it.”
three:
“How can you say you love me?” June’s eyes snapped back to him. “After everything I’ve done to you?”
His gaze drifted over to her. Her amber eyes were as bright as the sinking sun outside. “I—” he tried, unable to think of a definite answer. “I can’t explain it. I just do.”
“And that makes you stupid.”
four:
June wanted to scream. She wanted to break through the walls of her cell brick by brick with her bare hands and cry all at the same time. This was for his own good, why couldn’t Red just see that?
“Convincing you to let me stay on the ship, telling you about my past so that you would trust me, trick you into falling in love with me so that I could gain control of your ship and crew, it was all planned. Every single moment we spent together was calculated and plotted and it fulfilled some greater purpose that you wouldn’t understand. So, no, Red. I didn’t love you. I can’t, and I won’t.”
five:
“You thought you could run from me?” He bellowed, laughing at the pitiful form of his former first mate crumpled on the ground. Her amber eyes stared up at him with a seething hatred he had seen before, but this time they were etched with fear and it made his heart dance in his chest. A smile forced its way onto his face. “You’re clever, clever enough to know there’s nothing you can do to disappear somewhere I can’t find you.”
June’s throat was dry. How could this have happened? She thought she had evaded him long enough that she would never see his face again. Yet, here he was, in all his egotistical glory towering over her and casting her in his shadow once again. The town burned around them as they stared at one another, booms and screams echoing in the distance. The smile on his face was enough to make her tremble, but she would not allow him that satisfaction.
She forced herself to a stand, never taking her eyes off the monster in front of her. June reached down and helped Raleigh to her feet. She would never admit it, but fear throbbed through her veins.
six:
“I’m sorry,” was the phrase Red finally chose. Two words that made June’s skin crawl.
“What for?”
She saw the confusion flick across his face, and when he hesitated to answer June said, “You’re not sorry. It’s just something you're expected to say.”
June stood to leave, having come into his quarters to get all of this off her chest and having nothing left to say to him. She began to collect the materials she brought with her, carrying the bandages and cloth in a heap in her arms. As she turned to go, Red grabbed hold of her forearm, and she expectantly waited for him to say what he needed to say to make himself feel better.
“I am sorry,” he told her. “I’m sorry you had to live this life and it made you think you need to put up these walls around you to keep everyone out. I’m sorry for everything that has happened to you—”
“Don’t be,” June interrupted. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
Red’s eyes softened, “And I’m sorry about that too. I’m sorry I didn’t meet you sooner.”
seven:
“You wouldn’t understand!”
Red stared at her, taking in every miniscule detail of her face. The freckles that dotted her nose, the stray hair that cascaded down her face, no matter how many times she tucked it behind her ear it refused to stay. He examined the bruise that colored her left cheek, dancing up to her eye and down to her jawline. The scar: the faintest white line he had ever seen that traveled her forehead and disappeared beneath her brow. His eyes lingered on the bandage on her neck, the red irritated skin that peeked out from the edges. He saw the devastation in her eyes, an emotion he now saw that she had masked with anger.
“You’re right.” He told her, “I don’t understand. Not yet at least. Will you help me understand?”
June was the first to break eye contact, instead fixating on a mark in the wood. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it.”
A sigh from Red. “I want you to know I want to listen if you need someone to talk to. I won’t force it out of you.”
“Why are you taking care of me? What did I do to deserve your help?”
It was a question Red was not anticipating. His brows furrowed. “It’s incredibly sad that you feel that you have to ask that, you realize?”
#wip: the sea is in her blood#original story#writeblr#7 snippets 7 people#tagging game#tag games#tag game#ocs#writing#creative writing
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make the word tag 🖊️
thank u for the tag @kahvilahuhut !!!!!! :))
RULES: Using the 3 random words given to you, you have to write a scene either using all 3 words in one scene OR write three separate scenes using each word separately.
my words were chair, moon & beverage ; i tried to figure out what to write for beverage but i just COULD NOT omfg im so sorry. so there's only two 😭
i tag anyone who sees this with the words fun, gold and stars!
i. chair
“Sit down, please,” Xorna says. “Goodness, even the guards are scared of you.”
Jessica continues pacing through the main room of the castle, her boots stomping several loud thuds into the tile beneath. She’s biting her fingernails, making furious noises between each gnaw that really are starting to scare the guards, Xorna can sense. She’s ignoring Xorna, which is the bravest thing she’s ever seen any human do.
“I just don’t — I don’t get it,” Jessica hisses. She doesn’t stop moving, continues fluttering about the castle like a fragile Earth moth. “Soren’s not -- I mean, he’s always had a dark sense of humor, but he’d never threaten anyone else unless it was for a good reason.”
“Maybe he thinks you’re a good reason.”
“He should know I wouldn’t want him to hurt anyone.”
Xorna gives her a sad look. She approaches Jessica with caution -- as if approaching a terrified, cowering creature -- and places a hand on her shoulder with a surprising amount of tenderness, an amount she could never have imagined exerting for a human before today.
“If I let you sit in my chair, will you finally talk to me instead of at me?”
“What do you care? You’re a de—wait.” Her face twists. “Your chair… the throne? You’d let me sit in the throne of this place?”
“...Desperate times. What do you say?”
ii. moon
Zee buries his head in his hands. It’s cold out, dark. He can feel things like that now -- physical sensations like cold and pain, mental sensations like cold and pain. There aren’t a lot of stars in Knife’s Edge; the sky above is merely a flood of black with white specks scattered across it like scraps of street litter. There’s no point in looking up, and he’s too familiar with looking down, so yes, he buries his head in his hands, runs his fingers over his insectoid-rough skin, and tries to remember what a lack of sentience is like.
But he’s not even allowed peace. “Hey, bee boy. You lost?”
It’s Ivy’s voice. He groans, makes a point of his sigh.
“That’s a loaded question,” Zee replies, through sharp teeth.
She takes a seat next to him on the bench. “I feel that.” Ivy laughs. “It’s kinda easy to get lost, isn’t it? Here at the mansion, and also, just, like, in general. It’s all so fucking complicated. We didn’t sign up for this.”
“I didn’t sign up for any of this. I don’t even want to be here.”
“Yeah, I don’t either, but life isn’t always fair, Zee. Sometimes you just gotta deal.” Ivy begins humming, an indiscernable tune. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this. You have to look at the bright side. Sure, the person who created you is batshit insane and evil, and sure, now you have to kill the person who gave you life, but…. but you know what? I’m not helping.”
“You’re trying, so thanks. I just can’t see any bright side.”
“Then look at something bright?” Ivy suggests with a telling laugh. “C’mon, Zee. Look at something.”
Zee groans again, but his hands recoil to his sides. His eyes open, and he looks up on instinct.
“The moon’s bright,” he says.
“There you go. There’s always a bright side, even in total darkness. Sometimes it’s a literal bright side, and you’re just looking at the moon, but at least the moon is still there.”
“That’s too profound for someone like you.”
“Well, it’s mainly Winter’s brownies talking. Think of it this way: at least you don’t have to do this shit alone.”
Zee nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I guess.”
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This or that: Writer's edition tag!
Thank you for the tag, @pens-swords-stuff!! i love these kinds of games so much :D
this post is long, so apologies in advance! that said, i'll tag @writeblrfantasy, @ettawritesnstudies, @ren-c-leyn, and @enchanted-lightning-aes, as well as anyone else who wants to play!! as always, absolutely 0 pressure to participate if you dont want <3
(explanations for choices are optional, i am just a wordy bitch and want to Speak At Length about many things)
- historical or futuristic
as much as i write fantasy, i LOVE a speculative tech-based setting way more than i love a historical or pseudo-historical setting - which is uh. why my main fantasy world does in fact have a cyberpunk corner and Heavily Implied To Be Aliens pantheon.
- opening or closing chapter
the closing chapter is ALWAYS one that ive been champing at the bit to write for the whole book, and its always so satisfying to finally get out on the page
- light+fluffy or dark+gritty
case in point: whispers and the copious amounts of various horror, gore, and downright gut-punch scenes in millennium saga
- animal companion or found family
bonus points for the found family if theres an animal companion of course, but as much as i love wrench, she is a) not the most important member of the party and b) also a robot so i dont think she counts as an animal anyway outside of andy's dubious claims to fitting under the "dragon" definition
- horror or romance
i will write 1000 instances of "what the FUCK" for every page i struggle through writing romance as someone who does not experience attraction
- hard or soft magic system
I LOVE MAKING PUZZLES OUT OF WORLDS AND MAGIC AND STORIES. THATS IT THATS THE POST
- standalone or series
surprise! TMS may be a series and my long-running main WIP, but uh. 90% of my concepts are standalones. and tbh i like writing standalones more because i dont have to struggle with multiple books of plot and characters fitting together
- one project at a time or always juggling multiple
while i have a bajillion ideas, i struggle to get any work done if im not 100% invested in the story at hand, so i work on one at a time (while allowing myself to switch if i need to of course; but if i do switch, it's never just a few days. its months, and often seeing something to completion)
- one award winner or one best seller
honestly? id rather be recognized for my hard work in creating the characters/story via an award than via a bajillion people reading it,,, though theoretically if its winning an award at least enough people have read it to a) nominate it and b) vote for it, so? best of both worlds kinda?
- fantasy or scifi
YOU THINK I, GENRE BLENDER GEORG, COULD CHOOSE--
- character or setting description
please god. my beta readers didnt know what color embers hair was until chapter 13 because i couldnt fuckin figure out how to put a description of it in naturally. ill take describing massive trees and open ocean and vast plains of ice and cluttered rooms and stained glass windows any day but dont make me describe the narrator or i swear to fuck
- first or final draft
its the puzzle box gremlin in me like "NYEHEHEHE THE PIECES. THEY ARE THERE. PEOPLE CAN SOLVE THEM. NEYHE" and that simply cannot happen in the first draft
- love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs
we write polyamory, one (1) enemies-to-lovers, or no romance at all in this house (it feels so alienating to write no matter what but if its for the story ill do just about anything)
- constant sandstorm or rainstorm
can i say blizzard? i want to say blizzard. same "dont go outside or you'll die" as sandstorm but less worrying about water and also more excuses for the characters to light a fire and Talk About The Horrors or just commit arson
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2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?
11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?
14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?
31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?
41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?
2. Top 4 additional tags:
1) fluff
Oh absolutely I love to give hurting characters love which os probably why my second top is…
2) angst
Even if I go in planning only fluff angst in the form of panic attack or grief sneaks in. It allows for the comfort and care from loved ones. I cant commit to just angst though, there is enough sad things in the world lol.
3) song fic
This absolutely, i get most ideas while listening to a song or while thinking of a song. And their are so many good songs out there that can apply (read: Every song is thought out in fic form at some point or another in my brain lol)
4) not beta read
This less so lately. I know how horrible my grammer can be and how easy it is for me to overlook errors if i read and stare at the fic long enough. I am very thankful to have some wonderful writer friends to help me out here
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11. Partial to char pairing: yes I absolutely do. I lean towards Daminette with Jasonette a close second when I’m writing. Reading wise I’m equal opportunity.
As for why, well I think it stems from my love of seeing the bad boy/angry boy softening for sunshine/sweet girl. I love bringing a character with trauma or insecurities together with a partner who will see that and do their best to support and soothe them. All while making sure they feel seen and loved beyond imagine.
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14. Tropes only read if friend writes:
Hmm probably gender swaps. Nothing really against it It just does not typically bring me joy *shrug*
Only otherthing i avoid reading unless its by a friend or im in a special mood is true Main Character Death, meaning they dont come back through magic or something.
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16. An AU id love to or have read:
Royalty is always fun, as is fairy tale in that same thread. Vampire is always a reoccurring au/theme I come back to as well. Though i have yet to write a fanfic au with it.
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26. Only dialog or no dialog?
This ones tough I think no dialog would be easier as you can get what they talk about through descriptions of actions. Although you could set a scene with just dialog….hmm yeah, no dialog for me I struggle with convos in my fics generally.
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31. Ideal fic length:
When I am writing if I do not get to at least 2k words I feel the need to go back and add more. Whether that is more involved descriptions or a new scene depends on if there are any gaps to take advantage of.
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41. Link of fic that made me think, “wow I want to write like that!”
I love Izzy’s use of multiple perspectives without much if any overlap in each part. The action is described beautifully and I love the convos and relationships with each batkid.
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45. Something ive improved on since I started writing.
Hmm I think I’ve improved on my ability to create plot and cut down on my run on sentences
#maribat#miraculous ladybug#mlb x dc#ask game#thank you for the ask Coffee <3#way to take it easy on me 😆
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i really finished the episode and then ran straight to your blog like a kid running home after getting bullied bc i Knew there's only one spot on tumblr to find a logical reaction to that dumpster fire <3
i mean. where?????? to begin francis????????
do i want to be bitingly mean about kinn's awful fucking decisions this entire episode (nvm the rest of the show)??? do i want to tear apart the entire nonsense spectacle of what they did with these plot twists???? do i want to physically scratch someone's face for the shitshow with the mom???? i mean what year are we in what genre is this what's going on??? where's the bad editing to match the awful plot choices???? i've lived through indian tv serials and i would rather rewatch the worst of those than ever have to do this to myself again
that entire scene with porsche's mom reveal was so disgusting i literally couldn't stop saying 'ew' everytime kinn did/said anything. how do i send them a fucking fruit basket for crafting the world's most insufferable character. i know you're always making fun of how he can't do anything wrong but holy shit. like holy shit dude why did they do that
and WHY did porsche accept the fucking position as the minor family mafia head???? why on god's green earth did they make such a huge deal out of porsche's dream of a beachside bar when it was going to be sidelined this hard??? why is their mom literally a paper doll who can't even speak and looks the same as twenty years ago????
on a less angry note: why did they give us rich, deep, vibrant vegaspete scenes only to put them in bright hospital lighting and make them candy-sweet????? i'm not complaining (much), vegaspete basically got me through the second half of this show but god. God
i'm so sorry to walk in here and just rant but holy shit we all saw that right? like im not hallucinating? that really happened?
anw thank u for being so vocal abt your true feelings for the show i need to start a support group before my blood pressure hits the roof
–🌻
I will never, ever, be able to forgive the scene with the reveal of Porsche's mom. Ever. That scene is burned into my soul with pure anger at the handling of that. I mean, fuck, seriously? That's just the... what a damn nightmare. What horror. I really, really wish that Porsche had shot Korn earlier in the episode.
Imagine if that reveal had happened with Korn already shot by Porsche. Everyone thinks he's dead. Porsche thinks he killed him and then it's revealed that he's not just not dead, but he's also been hiding his mother and let Porsche spend his entire childhood being abused and in poverty?
Also, like, why did Korn allow Porsche and Chay to end up in so much debt and in danger of losing their home at any point?
I refuse to think about any of the things that happened, honestly. Like... it was just beyond me. Entirely beyond me.
Glad to be vocal. Glad to speak up, even if I stopped tagging things. Glad to be a comfort to people who have realized that the show just... wasn't what we hoped.
But also yeah we got some VP cotton candy. I'll take it over nothing but it was not what I wanted.
Much love to you anon. Go watch something better for a few hours, we'll both feel better.
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Magentamedicines (Pt.8)
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Tori and Michael had been dating for two years, and by that point Michael was the only thing that made her life worth living.
Even if she was no closer to getting him away from those friends of his.
"Michael that wasn't right and you know it! Look at him he's terrified!" They were arguing in the living room again, Michael had been charged with babysitting, and she'd tagged along because Michael sucked at babysitting.
And a good thing she had too, considering Evan had been locked in a storage closet meant for animatronics not moments after Mr and Mrs. Afton had left for what was, as far as they knew, a business meeting.
"Cmon babe you gotta admit it was funny though, I mean look at his face!" Michael said, cackling as he fell back onto the couch.
"Shh, he doesn't mean it sunshine," Tori cooed, allowing Evan to bury his tear stained face in her shoulder and shooting a potent glare in Michael's direction.
"Alright alright- fine, maybe it was a little to far." Michael said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Alright, I'm going to set up lunch- Elizabeth! Stay in the living room please!" Tori said, catching the girl's hand before she could run to far off.
"You're not the boss of me!" Elizabeth spat, stomping her foot.
"But I am and I say you listen to her, brat." Michael called from the living room. Elizabeth pouted, crossing her arms as she stormed into the living room.
"She's not a brat Mike, please," Tori sighed, shaking her head as she walked into the kitchen.
Four sandwiches later they were sat in the dining room, Cori had woken up from her nap by then, stuffing her face with apple sauce.
The door opened another couple hours later, announcing the arrival of William Afton and his wife.
"Thank you again for helping Michael watch the little ones sweetheart," Rose smiled. She pulled something out her purse and presented it to Tori.
"Oh- you don't need to pay me ma'am- I spend time with Michael for free all the time-" Tori said with a laugh.
"And what a charitable action that is." William muttered, Tori noticed Michael shuffling his feet.
"Less charity more he's my boyfriend and I love him." Tori shot back, grabbing Michael's hand in her own.
"Don't you have a home to get back to girl?" William snarled.
"Of course I do, sir," Tori said, she pressed a kiss to Michael's cheek before brushing passed the door.
"I don't know what you see in that little pinup doll Michael, she's barely even human. Just some flimsy little charlatan." Tori flinched as she closed the door, grinding her teeth slightly as she made her way home.
Home to her Aunt and Uncle, to the yelling and the hitting and living nightmare that she couldn't seem to escape no matter where she went.
But, she had Michael, she would always have Michael, she needed to have Michael.
"Happy birthday Evan!" Tori said, scooping the boy up in her arms and spinning slightly, Evan let out a laugh as she set him back down.
"Tori! I thought you weren't coming!" Tori let out a surprised gasp as Michael snuck up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
"It's Evan's sixth birthday, why would I miss that?" Tori laughed.
"Cmon- the gang and I have plans-" Michael didn't wait for her response before hoisting her up into his arms, walking over to the group of older kids.
"Michael!- oh whatever- alright, what's this brilliant plan you've got now?." Tori said, crossing her arms as Michael set her down.
"It's a suprise for Evan, thought he'd like to get a little more up close and personal with the animatronics," Owen said, pulling the Bonnie mask over his face.
"You- what! That'll terrify him!" Tori said, shooting a nervous glance toward Evan, who had busied himself playing with Ivy while hiding under a table.
"Cmon Tori lighten up, it'll be funny! Not like it'll hurt him, just toughen him up a little," Michael said, he pulled his own mask over his face, and with a slight tug Tori's own customized mask fell over her face.
"I-Im just going to wait by the stage. . ." Tori said quietly, her throat felt dry. She should've had a vision this morning, should have checked for something, she had a very bad feeling.
But she stood by the stage, watching the group, wondering if she should intervene as Evan was dragged kicking and screaming toward the stage, poor little Ivy tugging helplessly at the teens' shirts. It had taken a couple moments for the adults to be alerted, Rose had barely begun to make her way toward them before. . .
"Hey guys! I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss! On the count of three! One. . ."
Tori's eyes met Michael's, but he didn't look back, the only discernable features were a twisted glee she didn't recognize.
"Two. . ."
Tori pryed herself from beside the stage, rushing toward the animatronic, and the boy who's head was getting much to close for comfort.
"Three!" There was a roar of laughter, Tori felt her arm wriggling its way into something metallic, she felt hair and skin and-
Crunch
Tori froze midway through trying to pry open Fredbear's mouth, she couldn't feel her arm. Evan had stopped crying.
Fredbear's jaws opened up again with much effort, Evan's body falling limply to the ground as Rose reached the children seconds to late.
"EVAN!-" the woman let out a cry, clutching her son in her arms, checking him for a barely visible pulse.
Tori stood on the stage, clutching her bloody arm, staring down at it with wide eyes.
"Tori-" Tori flinched away as Michael made a move toward her, staring back at him with a glare that held no secret affection.
"Save it Mike. I- I told you this was a bad idea! I can't- I can't save you. . . I can't fix you. . . I'm sorry but- this- this isn't going to work anymore. . ." Tori said, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she pulled her mask off of her face.
"Tori please I didn't mean-" but she was already walking away, leaving behind everything, her freedom, her safe haven, her love. . .
Tori watched the blood fall down the shower drain, unsure of whether it belonged to her or Evan. Her wounds had already healed, a benefit to the powers she wielded. She closed her eyes, willing a vision to take over.
Seven creatures stood in a meadow, two golden bear cubs- one covered in blood and one without- a silver rabbit kit, a brown bear cub, a chick, a fox kit, and a fish, the first six animals seemed frozen still, the fish however, swam in frantic circles, a lilac haze in its eyes
Tori blinked, stepping out of the shower and shaking her head.
"Nonsense the lot of it. What's the point in any of this if nome of it helps me with anything." Tori snarled, glaring at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair.
She didn't wear hoodies very often, but today didn't seem like a normal day, not anymore.
Tori had no use for her mask anymore, instead she'd crushed it into tiny bits, before fixing it up into matching hand jewelry. She could still see specks of red in the designs of the accessories, she didn't quite mind it anymore, though, it just served as something to remind her of the problems with trusting people.
#cori writes#oc x canon#fnaf oc#michael afton#fnaf ocs#rose afton#oc: rose afton#oc: tori eliades fitzafton#evan afton#william afton#elizabeth afton#bite of 83#tw child death#tw blood#tw injury#tw murder#tw death#magentamedicines
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