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a-simple-imagine · 3 months

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Perfectly Pathetic

synopsis: when you take an interest in the new girl, regina takes an interest in you

pairing: regina george x plastics!fem!reader

words: 4.6k+

A/N - in the nicest of ways, please DO NOT read this if you don't want to read about toxic relationships. you have been warned. I don't want a repeat of last time. also we need more fics where regina is actually mean so

WARNINGS - swearing, alcohol use, general toxicity, toxic relationships and bullying/vague reference to weight

the clash of plastic trays and idle chatter brought alive the fragile student body of North Shore High School. on the outside this may seem like any other lunch room but inside it was a carefully crafted game of chess. every move was calculated. each person has their place and if you stray too far you're at risk. you're sat next to Gretchen Weiners. known for big hair and keeping secrets, she knows everything about everyone. opposite her is Karen Shetty. she... tries her best and looks adorable doing it. a ray of sunshine if you get to know her. and before you sits the most beautiful woman you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Regina George. effortlessly perfect but needlessly cruel. she was the most popular person in school and one of your best friends.

perfectly manicured nails stab into the skin of your cheek as your head is yanked in her direction. razor-sharp eyes stare back. "are you even listening?" the answer was no but you didn't want to say that. "what are you staring at?"

a flash of blonde as she looks behind her. you push against her grip to look too. across the room sat Janis 'imi'ike and Damian Hubbard. you hardly ever spoke to them but you were lab partners with Damian. he was funny. today, however, there was a new addition with strawberry blonde hair, a blue checkered shirt and brown pants. you knew everyone at this school to some degree. a curse of popularity. but you had never seen her before. "seems they've got themselves a new friend"

"who cares," her nails dig a little deeper drawing a pained expression as she pulls your head back to face her. She holds your gaze for a moment. a silent challenge. before fingertips glide across your cheek and she goes back to leading the conversation across the table. you pick at the food on the tray with a fork but you can't help but be intrigued. North Shore was boring and predictable. a direct result of being under Regina's control. but this girl was new and you couldn't help but be drawn to that. to the unknown. to the possibility. three pairs of eyes as you push up from the table and march across the room.

"I haven't seen you around here before." was all you could think to say as you approached the end of the table. Janis and Damian share a look before settling on... confusion. You weren't ever particularly mean to others but you were guilty by association. people mess with you. they mess with Regina.

"oh," by the look on her face, she already knew who you were or at the very least your friends. "it's my first day."

"Where did you transfer from?"

"uh... Kenya," she seems unsure. you put it down to nerves.

"you sure about that?" a curious raise of your brow. "'cause you don't sound-"

"we're leaving" stated firmly as three girls breeze past. the blonde leads the way. the other two are just a step behind.

"so what made you move all the way here from Kenya?"

"my mom got a new job."

"couldn't find one-"

the sound of your name echoes through the room bringing the world to a stop. a weird silence settles over the room. "come. now." growled through gritted teeth and paired with snapping fingers. you were being summoned like a naughty dog ignoring their owner. a sigh as all eyes fall to you. waiting to see what you'd do but make no mistake, they already knew the answer.

"I'll see you around." a flash of a smile before you scamper after Regina.

"so your ears do work." is all the girl says as she shoves you through the door. you bite back any comment because that was how this worked. you may be top of the food chain to everyone else but Regina led the pack.

as the final bell for the day rings, you're shoving things in your locker when you spot the new girl. she seems to be struggling to even open it. you watch her for a moment. a smirk settling. this was another chance to talk and this time Regina couldn't demand your presence. "need some help?" it seemed to take her by surprise as a handful of papers drifted to the floor. a small chuckle, you reach down to collect her work and hand it back. "how's your first day going?"

she shrugs, taking the papers. "it's alright."

"anyone giving you any trouble?" you ask, falling to lean against the lockers. people around here were not nice and took every chance to show it. some more than others. She shakes her head. "you sure? if anyone does anything, I can sort them out." you give her a knowing look and she offers a sort of amused smile. "so you do know how to smile, it's cute. are you gonna tell me your name or am I gonna have to guess?"

"it's cady. Cady heron."

"well, cady heron. the trick to these," you tap her locker door with your knuckle. "is to push in and pull up before trying to open it. annoying, I know but they're old." you watch her try again and this time it swings open. "see."

"Thanks." you linger as they shove some of their stuff inside. you notice a few stray stickers on the locker opposite.

"no problem." you push up from the metal. "I can show you all types of tricks to get through this hellscape if you want?" she shuts her locker and you both start walking towards the exit. "number one tip, avoid Regina."

"Isn't she your friend?"

"yeah," you nod. "that's why I said it. She can be... a lot. surely Janis told you that."

Cady looks at you for a long moment. "something like that." you let out a chuckle. Janis probably told her what a massive bitch Regina was. they had a less than favourable history.

"I should go. I'll see you around Cady Heron." as you both go your separate ways, you can't help but glance at her as she walks away.

having a study period just before lunch was both an absolutely ridiculous idea and the best thing to happen to your schedule. it basically guaranteed you didn't do any work whatsoever and felt more like a two-hour lunch period. seems you shared it with the new girl because she was sitting at a table scribbling in a book alongside Janis who was doing her normal embroidery or whatever.

"if it isn't Cady Heron," you comment, taking a seat on the bench. her face brightens at the sight.

"where's the rest of the coven?" Janis asks, not even bothering to look up from her work. "wait- don't tell me, a house fell on them."

"you're so funny Janis," an exaggerated sarcastic laugh.

"I think I can hear children singing... ding... dong the witch-"

"So Cady, how are you enjoying north shore?" you interrupt loudly and the 'song' trails off.

"It's fine."

"you don't talk much huh?"

her mouth opens but falls silent as Gretchen approaches the end of the table. she shoots you a less than favourable look. your brow furrows a little.

"Can I talk to you," pitch a little too high to say no.

"Sure," a shrug. you look at her for a long moment waiting for her to continue.

"in private," Gretchen urges. with a roll of your eyes, you stand up. flashing a smile at Cady, Gretchen grabs your hand and drags you away before you can say anything.

"what are you doing?" whisper yelled at you.

"I was just talking." god this girl was dramatic. you take your usual spot. she sits opposite.

"to the art freaks?"

"dude, it's fine."

"no it's not." she urges quickly, shaking her head "You know how Regina gets."

"Regina isn't here?" and she wouldn't be until lunch. only you and Gretchen share this free period. usually, you spend it listening to her gossip about people. she could not keep a secret to save her life at least not when it came to anyone outside of you and your friends; even then it's dicey. fun for you though.

"All I'm saying is you need to be careful,"

"don't worry. I was only interested in the new girl."

"that's worse," you just roll your eyes. "Regina doesn't like her."

"Regina doesn't even know her," you argue. "none of us do. she's been here like a week."

Gretchen thinks the idea of even wanting to talk to Cady is blasphemy. that it's better to avoid her but you think she's overreacting. Cady hadn't established herself at this school yet. right now she is with Janis but tomorrow who knows? she could be cool. it's a matter of perspective.

a pretty perfect smile does little to distract from playful eyes as you approach her jeep. the blonde is in the driver's seat. one hand rested over the steering wheel. the other typing something on her phone. She had sent a message telling you to hurry up but on arrival, neither Karen nor Gretchen were even here yet. you toss your bag in the back, climbing into your usual spot behind the driver's seat. Karen is usually next to you. "sit in the front, weirdo," she comments. you don't bother with a comeback, just moving to the front passenger seat.

"Where are the others?" you ask, glancing at her. the soft glow of the afternoon sun kissed her skin beautifully. black shades hang on the end of her nose. She really was something to be admired. Regina shrugs and then tosses her phone down. the car roars to life and you're starting down the road before you can think any more about it. it's pretty silent at first. the sound of the radio filling the space. the lack of your two other friends acting as a buffer was sitting weirdly. this wasn't your first time alone with Regina but she's been so grumpy lately. whatever you say feels like an invitation.

"so you like the new girl?" asked casually as she came to an abrupt stop at a red light. you just forward, the seatbelt digging into your neck. it drags up a quick cough but that could also be from surprise. other than that first interaction where she'd summoned you from across the room, you had never spoken to Cady when she was around. Gretchen may be dramatic but she probably wasn't wrong and you really didn't feel like risking it.

"Sorry?" feign confusion was... a choice but it seemed like the better option here.

"you like the new girl," repeated calmly; her eyes drift to you as yours move towards the traffic light. was this the longest red light in history? "right?"

now it's your turn to shrug. you find Cady intriguing but you're not entirely sure if it's interested in the way Regina is implying or just because you were so bored of the every day. "she's cool." a scoff as she pulls away continuing down the road. "you've hardly spoken to her."

"don't need to," Regina didn't miss a beat. Cady definitely didn't fit into what she'd consider cool but then again, neither had you. not entirely anyway and now you're here. you hang out with the most popular people in school. went to the hottest parties. you were currently being driven around by the Regina George. you never understood why or maybe you did and just refused to accept it was that simple. you know what everyone else says. that it's because of the attention you show her. you wouldn't necessarily say they're wrong but everyone gave her attention. She did always say there was something special about you. "I thought you at least had standards."

the rest of the car ride is silent as you think over what she said and Regina keeps to herself. the music is the only thing, keeping you sane until you pull up at the George residence. you always forget just how big her house is until you're there. As you walk inside, her mum appears abruptly startling you a little.

"hey, ms. George."

"hey girls," she singsonged. "how was school?"

"fine," Regina shoots back.

"well if you need anything? a drink? some snacks? advice? I'm here,"

"I'd actually love an iced-"

"we're good," growled as she grabbed your wrist hauling you up the stairs. "don't bother us." a confused look but she didn't let go until you were firmly inside her bedroom. door slammed shut. the blonde tosses her bag down.

"you should really be nicer to your mom, she adores you," you say idly taking a seat on the end of her bed, placing your bag down.

"you should shut up because it's none of your fucking business."

jesus christ. you kinda regret the decision to come over. "I just wanted an iced tea. maybe a little snack."

"god knows you don't need it," Regina comments. wow. okay. she was in a mood.

"what's up with you?"

"I'm fine," she responds. "you're just being so fucking annoying recently."

"I haven't done anything?" you've not been acting any differently so you have no clue what she's talking about.

"just absolutely drooling over the new girl. it's embarrassing." she declares, taking a seat on the bed.

"I..." you stop yourself because you're more confused than anything else. "we've spoken like once."

"liar" she responds. "I know you've been talking all the time," fucking Gretchen. "do you think she's pretty?"

"Cady?" Regina nods. you shrug. "I guess."

"prettier than me?" her head tilts. you can't tell if she was jealous or fishing for compliments; neither was her style. so it was probably a trap.

"no." you wanna say she's being dramatic but that wouldn't end well. She doesn't say anything, hardly even reacts. just cold eyes. Is she expecting you to say more? "of course not." you're waiting for the ball to drop. for her to make a snide comment or something. anything was better than nothing. but it just never comes. she takes out her phone and starts typing. you fall back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. you both just sit in the quiet. you're worried about saying anything that'll lead to more insults. god knows what she is doing on her phone.

"you're so pathetic." Regina eventually says. you'd take offence if you weren't used to it; basically a term of endearment at this point. you can hear her moving but don't bother looking until she's towering over you. dark eyes and a small smile that would seem genuine coming from anyone else. a hand cups your cheek but no nails follow; it's gentle and slow as she runs her thumb over your skin. what was happening right now? "do you ever think about me?" you blink a few times trying to make sense of everything. why was she being so nice? why was she being so gentle? why did she ask that?

"what do you mean?"

a roll of her pretty eyes. "you know what I mean." you did but surely not.

"I... don't know what to say."

"Because I think about you," your breathing hitches as you sit up. looking at her properly. "those pretty eyes," she moves closer. "these lips," her thumb runs over your bottom lip. you swallow hard. "do you wanna kiss me?" you just stare back. a smirk as she ghosts your lips.

"say you wanna kiss me." this felt cruel. you lean in and she pulls back slightly. a finger pressed against your lips. her expression is colder now. sharp. "say it."

"I... wanna kiss you," you dare and that smirk quickly returns. removing her finger, Regina leans in and connects your lips. it's soft and slow. not at all like you imagined kissing Regina George would feel like... until the girl pushes into you and it's exactly like you imagined. fast. forceful. like she wanted to devour you. A hand pushes you back against her massive bed and she moves to straddle your hips. your heart is beating so loudly you wouldn't be surprised if she could hear it.

"still thinking about the new girl?"

"I never-" You feel her press a little harder against your chest so you change your answer. "no." Regina tosses her hair over one shoulder, and a finger under your chin pushes your head up.

"I don't think you should talk to her anymore," Regina states before leaning down to connect your lips once more. "understood?"

you're too caught up in the moment to really gauge how serious she was being so you nod. "good girl." whispered against your lips.

Regina George had always been a lot. She always demanded attention and you often gave her it. you weren't ashamed of that. She knew you'd do anything for her. As did most of the school.

"Hey," Cady suddenly appears beside you in the hallway. she seems a lot more relaxed around you which was nice to see. however, you have not spoken to them since that weird night with Regina. She wouldn't like it. plus Gretchen would probably snitch on you immediately. "so we should probably figure out a time to work on our project." you've been paired up for an assignment in American literature.

"We can do it today after school if you want?" she nods. "I'll meet you out front."

"hey Cady," Karen slides up beside you on the other side, instantly looping your arms. ever the pleasant company. you wonder if she just wanted to see you or get you away from Cady. probably the former.

"I'll see you later," you say to the new girl before turning to your friend. "what do you want?"

"you're coming to Connor's party Saturday?"

"Obviously,"

"I have the perfect-"

"no," you respond instantly. you loved Karen. she was genuinely the sweetest person you know. but at every party, she tries to give you a Karen Shetty special aka a makeover. and every single time you have to say no.

"but I have the perfect outfit for you."

"is it actually perfect for me or just slutty."

"Both," Karen states excitedly. "please," pleading eyes as she draws you closer, hugging your arm. "please please please."

a loud groan. "fine."

"Really?" her eyes light up and circulation quickly returns to your arm. you nod at her which leads to excited clapping. maybe it wouldn't be so bad. maybe it was the perfect outfit for you but also sexy enough to satisfy Karen.

"oh here," you reach into your bag and produce a homemade friendship bracelet. you'd been tutoring some younger students for extra credit but sometimes you just hung out with them. "made them with some of the kids so,"

"ah thank you," she takes it eagerly. you had one for Gretchen and Regina too. only one of them would appreciate it though.

"why were you chatting with Cady?" Karen asks, sliding on her bracelet as she takes your arm once more.

"we're doing a project together," you explain. "you were literally just in class with us Karen."

"oh yeah," she smiles brightly. "I'm starving." you chuckle a little and allow her to eagerly pull you towards the dining room.

you're sitting on the grass. Cady is talking in your ear as you stare into the distance. most students had gone home already. The rest were working on homework or projects or extracurricular activities. you arranged this meeting but god were you bored. no offence to Cady but you kinda wish you'd been paired with Karen so you could be fucking about right now and then rush the work the night before it's due.

"are you going to the party Saturday?" you ask idly.

"What party?"

"oh shit." you forgot she was hanging out with Janis and Damian who definitely wouldn't have been invited. "connor mckay is having a party. The dudes a mess, big house though. you should come,"

"don't think I was invited,"

"I'm inviting you."

"not sure that's how it works."

"Just come Cady," you insist. "you can bring Janis and Damian too if you want. everyone will be too fucked to notice."

"uh, thanks then" she smiles a little, glancing back at her textbook. "I'll think about it."

"you have to think about attending your first high school party?" you question. laying down on your back. "I'll be there," you turn your head to look at them. "it'll be fun." you watch her carefully and soon she smiles.

"Okay, yeah."

"well that was easy," should have just started by stating you'll be there. "Be careful, Cady." you tease, looking back to clouds passing by but you can't help but smirk a little. "I'll start thinking you like me."

sat in the back of Regina's jeep as she fixes her hair in the overhead mirror, Karen inspects your face while Gretchen is copying Regina by fixing her hair. "can we just go in," you insist, slapping Karen's hands away. "before I regret coming."

"Why would you regret coming?" Gretchen questions, looking around at you.

"I feel stupid,"

"you look amazing," Karen urges. "perfect."

"you would say that."

"stop whining," Regina insists. flipping up her mirror. "you look hot. now let's go."

finally. "I'm gonna get so fucked up," you state as you step out of the car. walking beside Regina with Gretchen and Karen a step behind. the party is already alive. started at six. It was eight.

you reach the point in every party where you just don't want to be there anymore pretty quickly tonight. you're suddenly so aware of how annoying everyone is. sat on the kitchen counter, you swing your legs back and forth as you sip whatever was in your cup. Gretchen gave it to you. the party passes around you like you're not even there until an all too familiar blonde appears. "you look sad," you'd mistake that for genuine concern if it wasn't Regina "Already at sad drunk, that's impressive."

"what do you want Regina?" she had basically ignored you since you arrived so why she suddenly thought you were worthy of her presence, you'll never know. Shane was the object of her disgustingly public displays of affection tonight. "thought you'd be too busy with Shane."

"god, you're so obsessed with Shane," a roll of her eyes as she takes the cup from your hand to help herself. you watch her as the red cup comes to painted lips. not a hair out of place. so perfect. Regina was perfect. it was annoying

"I invited Cady tonight," you state, snatching your cup back.

"ew. why? I thought we agreed you weren't going near Cady anymore," technically you did. practically it wasn't that deep. who cares.

"And Janis and Damian but mostly to get Cady here,"

"desperate to hang out with losers," Regina sighs. "is she here?"

you shrug. "too many people. too big a house. I haven't looked, to be honest."

"Well," a hand finds its way to your thigh, running up and then down softly. "if you're good tonight maybe I'll give you a little treat."

"don't," you push her hand away. "go back to your boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend,"

"well whatever he is," you jump down off the countertop. "you made it very clear that I'm not what you want."

"you're so dramatic," she pushes up too. "I hate when you get drunk."

"Whatever."

"fuck sake," Regina responds. "you act like I said we're together or something."

"you're such an asshole," you huff. "I'm gonna find Cady."

"good luck with that,"

there are so many people at this party. you're not sure who half of them even are but they all seem to know you as you stumble around after the new girl. a constant barrage of 'hellos' and 'you look hot' in various forms. it's tiring. annoying. and you're about to give up and go find Gretchen so she can rub your back to make you feel better when you spot her. She was looking as awkward as ever. "you came." shouted over the thump of the music

"yeah," her face lit up. "Damian too. Janis said she'd rather jump off a bridge than come so..."

"That sounds... exactly like her," you nod. "I like..." you glance at her outfit. Regina would hate it. you don't love it. "your outfit. very school teacher chic."

"Thanks," she replies. "I didn't have anything to wear so,"

"it's cool. I'm just happy someone here isn't gonna irritate me- do you want a drink?"

"Sure," she nods. "do they have juice?"

"uh... probably somewhere." who asks for juice at a party? "I'll check. stay here."

you wander off back to the kitchen in search of some juice. your first stop is the fridge which is very stocked. you briefly scan for anything open, sweet and edible before just grabbing a carton of fresh orange and deciding that will do. pouring her a glass before heading back. she's still in the same spot only a particular blonde in the tightest little black dress has decided to strike up a conversation. you immediately know something is wrong. Regina can't stand Cady. it's why you told her you admitted to inviting her so easily. You wanted to piss her off. you can't make out what is happening but as you make your approach the redhead leaves. Regina turns to you with a sugary sweet smile betrayed by her eyes. "hey baby girl, feeling any better?"

"What did you say to her?"

"why do you have a glass of" brow knitted as she tapped her nail against the glass. "orange juice?"

"What did you say to her?"

"who?" you let her have the glass and she takes a sip. a visible look of disgust. "is there anything in this?"

"It's just fresh orange,"

"what the fuck? are you trying to sober up or what?"

"it was for Cady," you explain. "what did you say?"

the blonde shrugs. "she just had to go. not my fault." you don't believe her. why would you? She has a track record of being a conniving person who'll make trouble just for the sake of it. it'd be naive to think she didn't do anything."

"Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch all of the time," you grumble loudly. a hand snaps around your wrist and suddenly you're yanked closer to her. hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

"I let you off before because you were all sad and tragic but don't think you can ever talk to me like that," growled in your ear before she abruptly shoved you away. "Cady left. get over it."

"she only left because you said something,"

"she left because she realised you don't like her," the blonde snapped. such a pretty poison came in the form of Regina George as she turned her gaze on you. She was pissed but kept it quietly contained to just beneath the music so nobody else had a clue. "that you've just been stringing her along. pretending to be her friend. all because I wasn't showing you enough attention," she's close again. too close. she wasn't physically that tall but right she seemed massive as she loomed over you. her eyes flicker to your lips and back up. did she wanna kiss you or kill you? neither seemed smart. "she realised that you belong to me."

"I'm not a dog Regina."

"you sure about that," a mean glint in those pretty eyes. "you wanted my attention. you got it." she shoves the orange juice back in your hand. it's contents splashing your hand. "don't cry about it now." and with that she turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd

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skyewritesstuff · 5 months

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greedy | p. mellark

my masterlist.

summary: after months of being in what you think is a situationship with peeta, you finally confront him about whether or not there's anything truly there or if you're just another girl who has fallen for his kindness and misinterpreted the signs.

pairing: peeta mellark x reader (college!au, fratboy!peeta if you squint)

fandom: the hunger games

warnings: nothing too serious. implied nsfw at the end. afab reader. sorta ooc peeta...it's mostly environmental because we all know peeta's a flirt.

notes: based on greedy by tate mcrae even though the verse at the end gives me everlark vibes. also, this has been beta read. :)

word count: 2.8k

He’s here. Are you coming?

You looked at the blue and gray text thread, Clove’s name, and contact picture with a little clover emoji sitting right on top of it. A sigh escaped you as you looked up from your phone at the fraternity house that was positioned in front of you. You’d been leaning against the fencing that surrounded the yard for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it’d only been a few minutes.

As of late, facing Peeta Mellark has always been an unpredictable situation. While he was kind, polite, and charismatic, that charisma oftentimes led to him getting entangled metaphorically (at least you hoped) with other girls. You couldn’t tell if he didn’t know how to say no, was weighing out his options, or if he was what Clove often referred to as a “fuckboy”.

Fuck it. You rolled your eyes, stuffed your phone into your jacket pocket, and made your way across the cement walkway leading to the house. Having second thoughts, you pulled your phone back out, pulling up the same conversation with Clove.

Is she here?

The person you were speaking of was none other than Katniss Everdeen. She was the most recent girl that Peeta had been hanging around with and was simultaneously the cause of your latest installment of confusion. According to some of your other friends, she’d been friends with Peeta for a while and the study date you ran up on in the library was nothing but a platonic catch-up amongst busy friends.

However, one Madge Undersee had more than the opposite to say. All it took was one group mirror shot in the bathroom at a nightclub posted on Instagram, featuring you and Peeta in the outskirts of the photo, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, for her to send you a heated DM saying that he and Katniss had been a thing for forever and that you were coming between them.

You very quickly sent back, “Funny how the alleged ‘other girl’ always gets shit while the dude gets to slide by.” with a sarcastically placed upside-down smiley that was left on read still to this day.

A typing bubble appeared in Clove’s thread.

I don’t think so!

You let out another sigh, relieved that for now, Katniss wasn’t a worry. You walked into the house, looking around. There was a cloud of smoke in the air, presumably from various substances and/or a smoke machine, and bright lights coming from various directions. You squinted, trying to make out anyone you knew, but specifically trying to find Clove.

“Hey!” The greeting was slurred, long, and drawn out as an arm was all but dropped onto your shoulders. Finnick Odair was standing beside you, laughing at what appeared to be nothing. Finnick was a grad student that you’d met while waiting in line for coffee, quickly discovering that you two had mutual connections.

“Y/N…Y/N…you look…beautiful, stunning, ravishing…Have you seen Annie?”

You chuckled at how rapidly his thought process changed. “Nope, I just got here! Maybe try calling her?”

“Ha,” he let out, “I don’t…I don’t know her number…”

“But she should be in your… never mind, you’ll find her I’m sure.” you grinned, shaking your head.

“Alright, sweet!” Finnick started to walk away, but then quickly turned on his heel back to you, pointing in your direction.

“Almost forgot…Peeta’s looking for you!”

“What?”

The question was ignored as he walked away, approaching another male at the party the same way he’d approached you. Peeta was looking for you? Was he serious or just on another planet from the amount of alcohol in his system?

You kept maneuvering through the crowd, trying to locate the kitchen, knowing that’s where most of the snacks and drinks were. The kitchen also usually served as a good place to wait around if you were looking for someone.

You pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Clove to meet you in the kitchen. You stared down at the screen, hoping for a speech bubble to pop up saying she was either on her way or giving you simple directions to wherever she was located. You then felt yourself collide with someone in a way that wasn’t painful, but most definitely was going to lead to an awkward exchange.

“Oh shit…I’m so sorry…”

You were met with blonde hair and a black hoodie and then a beautiful set of oh-too-familiar blue eyes.

“Don’t be!” Peeta smiled, “I was looking for you! I sent out Finnick to look for you and everything.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, “Well, you might want to find someone sober enough to complete the mission next time, just saying.”

“You are probably absolutely correct…but it’s fine. Why send someone else when it’s something you can do on your own way better, right?” he smiled, leaning on the wall, taking a sip from his cup, “Do you want something to drink?”

“What is that?” you gestured to the cup, raising a curious yet somewhat fearful eyebrow.

Peeta shrugged, “I think it’s some kind of jungle juice. The base has to be Hawaiian Punch because of the color if that helps.” He extended the cup towards you, “Want to see for yourself?”

You nodded and took the cup, taking a sip. It was definitely Hawaiian Punch, and it wasn’t as strong as you thought it would be, which could either be a help or a hindrance.

“Pretty good, right?” he asked. You nodded in response, handing the cup back to him. “Do you want me to get you some of that…or I can try to mix you something myself?”

“Whatever that is, that’s fine.” you answered, following him over to a large orange Gatorade dispenser that had the word “NOT” written on a piece of tape, stuck above the label. You chuckled under your breath as you watched the blonde grab a cup, scoop out some ice, and then fill the drink. As he did this, you took the time to take in his appearance as your brain had been busy keeping up with the conversation instead of taking a good look at him.

He was in a black hoodie with a small logo on the chest; his blonde hair falling into his face a little. He also was wearing gray joggers with his university lanyard sticking out of the pocket, falling onto his leg with a pair of somewhat beaten-up sneakers. Despite his relaxed appearance, he looked put together. He looked good.

Peeta turned back to you, handing you the cup, which you took with a smile. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” he asked, gesturing to the surroundings before refilling his cup.

Your stomach turned with nerves. He probably just meant to talk, but what if he didn't? You knew for a fact that your bra and underwear were not fancy, nor did they match, and you probably had the lowest body count in your friend group. You took a hard swallow.

“...To talk…” Peeta laughed, his tone sounding a little nervous as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and took a sip from his cup. The lights well-hid the red flush on his face.

“Oh…okay, yeah!” you laughed back, watching as he extended his hand. You took his hand, noticing how he immediately laced your fingers together as he walked you through the main hallway that you’d just walked through and up the stairs.

Someone at a distance must’ve seen you both making your way upstairs, because someone wolf-whistled and then called Peeta’s name, causing him to sharply turn over his shoulder to try and identify the person. He quickly stuck his middle finger up at no one in particular, given the culprit was never identified, and then sped up a little as you both got up to the top of the stairs.

“I'm sorry. People are dumb and make ridiculous assumptions…like I’m really not trying to…”

“Peeta, it’s okay.” you reassured him, “If Clove had seen me, she probably would’ve been ten times worse and reminded me of one of her ridiculous tips to supposedly eliminate your gag reflex that she learned on TikTok.”

Peeta somewhat choked on the sip of his drink that he was taking, laughing at your comment, “Who said you couldn’t learn something off of the internet.”

He led you down a shorter hallway to a door. He knocked twice before opening it, finding it just as he must’ve left it, as you quickly put two-and-two together that this was his room. He shut and locked the door behind him, took another sip from his drink, and sat it on his bedside table before flopping on the bed as you leaned against the wall.

You took a big sip of your drink, hoping the alcohol kicked in sooner rather than later to get some control of the nerves that were bubbling up across your entire body. You watched as the blonde turned on his side and looked over at you.

“I'm not gonna bite, sweetheart…unless you’re into that.”

You couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes at his cheesy line before you walked over to sit your drink next to his. Then, you removed your jacket, hanging it from his footrest. Before you could even turn your attention back to him, you could feel his eyes on you. It was like he was bearing a hole into the exposed skin on your back that was left uncovered from your dress now that your denim jacket had been discarded.

When you turned back around, he rolled onto his back with his hands behind his head, smiling up at you. “You’re gorgeous.”

It was spoken so matter-of-factly as if he was telling you the most basic of observations…as if it were obvious to anyone who looked at you. You could feel your chest swell slightly at his words. Your instinct was going to be to tell him to stop or to refute what he said, but you took a breath and let out a small, “Thank you” in response as you sat on the edge of his bed and then slowly inched your way back onto the bed, laying next to him.

The room was silent, aside from the bumping music that was playing behind the door and down the stairs, and your eyes were fixed on the ceiling fan, watching it spin to avoid meeting Peeta’s eyes, fearing the burning blush that would overtake your body if you did.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, breaking that silence.

“Nothing…” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. You weren’t giving your full thought process to anything. Instead, your brain was in several places at once. You’d thought about the makeup tutorial you’d seen earlier set to the song that was playing downstairs. You’d thought about how close Peeta was to you. You’d also thought about Katniss and Peeta’s study “date” from a while back too.

“Baby, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.” he said. You finally glanced over at him. He was on his side, facing you, leaning against one hand while the other played with his hoodie string.

Baby.

Before you could stop yourself, the bigger question tumbled out of your lips, “What’s up with you?”

His features scrunched together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You take me on dates. You kiss me. You hold my hand. You call me baby.” you paused, “But then, I see you at the library with Katniss Everdeen and I have one of her stupid little friends in my DMs accusing me of being a homewrecker because you have your arm around me in a photo I didn’t even post…and I’ve seen you talking to other girls too, Peeta. You do the same thing, leaning against the wall, standing close to them. You’re smiling and laughing and the girl is playing with her hair and laughing back at you. What is all of that? Am I just the one you know will answer your random texts and calls to hang out…go to the club… make out in your car? Am I some weird escape from reality like…who…”

You were quickly silenced by his lips on yours, one hand coming up to your cheek, pulling you in closer to him. It was almost second nature at this point and your body quickly betrayed you despite your frustrations and melted into the kiss as it deepened, your hand coming to rest on his ribcage, progressively snaking onto his back and then upwards into his blonde locks as he moved over top of you.

The motion of him nudging your leg with his knee so he could position himself knocked you back into reality like a harsh slap to the face. You put both hands onto his chest and applied just enough pressure to jerk him back into the present as well. He looked confused. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his lips were slightly swollen.

“Did I do something?”

You propped yourself up, causing him to move, rolling back onto his back, his arm dropping across his chest as he rather obviously tried to cool himself down. You sat up, looking down at Peeta, whose eyes met yours.

“You never answered my question.”

“Yes, I did.” He looked at you like you’d missed the most obvious sign in the universe, but you already knew he meant the kiss, and that was not the answer you were looking for.

You shook your head, “A kiss isn’t an answer. If anything, it just proves my point. I don’t understand you. You clearly, in some way, want me. So, what is it? Are you just playing the field…fucking a bunch of random girls…Are you in love with Katniss still?”

“Katniss?” Peeta looked like you’d slapped him clean across his handsome face.

“Yes, Katniss…” You repeated, glancing from him to the door, wondering if it’d just be better to get up and go home. You knew fully well that he’d follow you. There was no getting out of this.

“I get it. You’re hot. You’re nice. I genuinely don’t think you’d try to intentionally hurt anyone, but…”

“That’s it, right there.” He pointed toward you as you spoke, “You talk about me and my mixed signals…what is that? You go from basically saying I’m some piece of shit heartbreaker to saying I’d never hurt anyone. You do that a lot. You’ll go from dancing with me and kissing me…letting me hold you while you’re sleeping to acting completely disinterested in anything outside of a friendship. I’ve never dealt with anything like this before. Girls are usually pretty forward with me…regardless of whether I feel the same or not. I don’t know if it’s intentional…like you think it’ll make me want you more or what, but it’s driving me crazy. Other girls may want me...I don't know for sure, but I know for sure that I want you, not them. I’m trying my best to show you that…but you just keep pushing me away and I wish you’d stop.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, suddenly hyper-aware of a scuff on the toe of your boots. Your heart pounded as you tried to process what he’d said. He was usually so confident and sure in his abilities to keep sucking you back in, but the wavering tones in his voice indicated otherwise. He was serious.

You turned back to him, “I…I like you a lot…a lot more than just a friend…which is why seeing you with those other girls drove me fucking insane. I want you and for you to only want me. I don’t want to just be some kind of convenience for you. I’m either your girlfriend or nothing at all.”

His lips curved into a smile as your arms crossed over your chest, waiting for a response from the blonde. Peeta sat up and moved in closer to you, his forehead resting against yours, lips inches from your own.

“As you wish, girlfriend.”

His lips were on yours as soon as the title was spoken, moving slowly and sensually. His hand came to your waist as you fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with you as you finally let him move over top of you. The kisses grew needier and more passionate as your hands moved to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it and his white undershirt over his head and allowing for him to toss them behind him.

The articles of clothing caught your jacket, bringing it to the floor as well. Your phone slid out of the pocket as it vibrated, going completely unnoticed next to the clothing.

Where are you?

Hello?

Oh my god, Cato just said he saw you going upstairs with Peeta. Good luck. ;) Remember what I told you about spelling your name. Trust me, works every single time.

#the hunger games #thg #the hunger games fanfiction #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x yn #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x reader #hunger games x reader #fanfiction #catching fire #mockingjay #josh hutcherson #peeta mellark imagine

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shkika · 7 months

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Got any Headcanon backstory of how each iterator was named? Like, how did No Significant Harassment get his name? How did Five Pebbles get his name? Etc, etc. I'm curious what you think!

OHH what a fun ask to make up stuff on actually. Sure I have some headcanons. Iterator names are so so fun, because there's a lot you can do with them.

Different local groups could have themes perhaps on their names. Or perhaps their names are phrases or sayings or derive from them. I will go with each colony having their individual meaning for the iterator name.

Sliver of Straw- I've talked about her name extensively here! (x) Please check it out, because I LOVE her name. Basically means needle in a haystack + shortening it to SOS is genius. Just the best.

Looks To The Moon- I don't know if this is the most original take, but I do think her name has a lot of meaning especially if you take into account that she's one of the first or at least an extremely old iterator. I compare it to the landing on the Moon in a way even if it sounds silly. This impossible to reach place is now something well withing reach. Her name is to represent looking at opportunity at the impossible and striving to achieve it. Which can connect to.. well answering the impossible ascension question.

Five Pebbles- This is such a hard one for me. But since the game makes such strong parallels between those two. Making them opposites and such it makes sense to see that in their names. While Looks to the Moon's name is grand and aiming for high achievements. Five Pebbles' name could perhaps be about the smaller mundane things. Finding the solution in a little nook or cranny somewhere close to you. A place where you'd least expect it.

One name is to aim hight and strive for the impossible. The other is about staying low and finding the answer in the small things in life. Which is hilarious if you look at their actual characters. With FP making the bold dangerous decisions and experiments and LTTM vibing like a much more grounded character than him. I love those two.

No Significant Harassment- People find his name really weird which is amusing, because it's really not! To me at least. It can very simply mean "No real harm done". Which I think is probably the intention and it suits his funny guy personality quite a lot. In a way his name could mean peace! A fun hc I discussed with @creeket is that perhaps before NSH was built the colony was divided into four factions/houses that hated each other. The iterator was a reason for them to unite and work on something together which is what the four connected diamonds on his forehead represent.

Seven Red Suns- Okay this is one of the names I struggle the most with. My headcanons about SRS which I've mentioned before is that their colony is very religious and made them as an actual god, treating him as an actual all knowing god much muuch more than the other iterators are treated to the point Seven Red Suns has actual political power (which they really don't want to have). So I think their name is supposed to express how grand and impressive they are. Seven as in complete, perfect. Red is a royal, regal color and of course Suns further cementing their godhood. It makes me think of how the sun is often personified or given a deity to represent it. It can be a cruel leader that dries the land, but also give life and light.

Of course there's many ways to take it in completely different ways. Red stars if I'm not mistaken are the coldest.

Chasing Wind- I also really really like this iterator name. I like to imagine it as either one of two things or both. Chasing after something that is right in front of you yet just barely out of grasp. Like y'know the wind! Or your head is Chasing wind. Having an abundance of thoughts or ideas. Your imagination and creativity running wild and free like the wind!

Unparalleled Innocence- It's so on the nose haha. There is no buts or anything that is a direct opposite to her name in my headcanons. She's a very well meaning innocent person. She was the last iterator to be ever made and lacks a lot more context than the other. She was based of the concept of a child. Which of course children are known for their innocence and unique approach to the world.

#ask #anonymous #rain world #rainworld #lore rambles #kiki rambles #this was a lot of fun #i hope its an enjoyable read as well!#it took me a while bahah #ah #as for grey wind?#she doesnt count :)#in my version of the story #thats not a name given by the ancients #she gave that to herself.

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daughter-of-melpomene · 2 months

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🌟 + Audrey Beiste for the 10 facts!!

Ahhhhh, an ask for one of my newest babies, thank you so much, Grace!! (And I shall also tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs since she also asked for this with Audrey, as well as the other Glee lovers @ginger-grimm, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, and @manyfandomocs!! <3)

Tina very quickly becomes Audrey’s best friend after she moves to Lima with her aunt; despite being the exact opposite of a Goth, Audrey loves Tina’s whole aesthetic, and Tina finds Audrey’s determined optimism very refreshing and endearing.

During the New Directions’ “Born This Way” number, where they all wear t-shirts with things they don’t like about themselves written on them, Audrey’s shirt reads White Whale, after a mean nickname she was given by bullies at her old school.

Audrey really loves card magic, even if she isn’t very good at it herself; sometimes she’ll spend hours watching videos of it on YouTube, or rewatching the performances of card magicians who were on America’s Got Talent.

She and her father often exchange letters - despite the fact that he’s in jail, he really is ultimately a good guy who loves his daughter and is glad she has a good life with Shannon, and Audrey loves her dad as well.

Audrey is actually bi! She’s known since she was pretty young and came out to her aunt when she was only eleven, and of course Shannon was incredibly supportive and loving (and, of course, Audrey is also incredibly supportive when her aunt becomes her uncle years later).

She isn’t much of a person who swears, and always tries to find alternatives for curse words, some of which wind up being kind of funny to hear (such as when she uses flicking in place of fucking).

Audrey loves strawberries and strawberry-flavored anything - strawberry ice cream, hard candies, popsicles, you name it, she’ll definitely eat it, along with the actual fruits themselves.

She’s a big fan of Minnie and Mickey Mouse, often wearing outfits that are inspired by Minnie, and the first Halloween after she and Finn get together, she definitely convinces him to do Mickey and Minnie for a couples costume with her.

Her love language is definitely physical touch, both for giving and receiving - my girl loves hugs, giving them and getting them, and she gives amazing ones, too.

She really loves learning about different heists throughout history, and definitely watched every episode of the History series History’s Greatest Heists with Pierce Brosnan when it came out.

send me an oc and i’ll give you ten facts about them!!

#asks about my ocs #oc: audrey beiste

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fruitless-vain · 5 months

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A good day for Yo, a bad day for the public lmao

Our goal today was isolating why she was struggling with ignoring people in michaels and then introducing the food court if she was up for it (above)

Sorted out that the people problem was exclusive to the speed we were going and how mentally taxing the activity was at the time of the person approaching. If we’re doing something that doesn’t take a lot of her brain power (casually walking slowly) it’s easier for her to get distracted than if she’s actively tasking, retrieving or walking quickly which requires more focus from her so there’s less free brain space available for people. She’s not necessarily losing focus per say but rather she’s like “I can do this in my sleep I’m gonna fidget while we do this to keep my brain busy and when I’m needed I’ll stop fidgeting” which really funny to me. So we worked on gradually slowing my walking speed and being stationary while passing people and ended with her totally back to 100% ignoring folks.

For the food court we stood outside of it for a while, we got there right at opening so every single shop was just prepping their first dishes and cooking absolutely everything which meant the smells were high as was clattering and banging. She didn’t show any interest in the smells, we walked from the opposite side of the mall to get there so she gradually had the smells enter the air as we got closer and as a result she was fully prepared to ignore food smells when we got there. Her biggest struggle was the banging, she was fine with it at every varying distance but once we actually get in the loop and the sounds are all around her it became a bit stressful for her- ended up finding the sounds were quiet in the very centre of the court so we were able to adjust to the surround sound banging at a lower volume. We just did two laps around with a break in between to keep it light and easy not building up stress and tried to sit right on that edge of absolutely minor stress that she’s capable of processing and overcoming. She had no hesitancy to enter the space and managed the stress really well, just popping the ears back and watching to process what was going on. I didn’t reinforce much in here because Yoshi tends to hyper-fixate if you reinforce during a stressful time, thinking and focusing exclusively on the scary thing instead of taking the treat and moving on so instead we used movement as the reward here to keep the mentality light and put less focus on the banging. Her second lap was much less stressy than the first so we definitely are headed in the right direction there- we’ll try to set up a drill at home to work more on that discomfort so that stress doesn’t have to be occurring while in gear. Super happy with how she did in here, not bothered by the food smells, no issues with the crowds, only a low level of stress despite just how loud and continuous the environment was, managed her stress well and still maintained excellent leash skills as well as focus throughout. She also had people trying to chat to her through this area which were of 0 concern to her.

As for the public side of things here we had

Just about every member of the janitorial crew trying to talk to her, not just “aren’t you cute!” Which doesn’t really bother me but full out “hey puppy!!!!!” “Look here puppy!!!” “Kissy sounds” Yoshi ignored them all pretty easily with the exception of one who she stopped to look back at, I paused with her and she quickly resumed focus and carried on this was like five separate occasions

Found a pen on the floor so I had her retrieve it for practice and a literal hoard of like five people gathered around her like a circus act with one guy looming over my side and over her, didn’t stop her from retrieving, the guy then tried to pet her head when she had her paws up handing me the pen, she ignored him returned to heel after giving me the pen and we weaved through them very smoothly while I told him off

Another worker ask her name then got offended when I said “we don’t give out that information, it’s very distracting for the dog if someone is randomly saying their name while they need to work!”

We passed a person with a white cane and their partner and the partner decided to try to call to yo and get her attention- idk I feel like you should definitely know better- the person with the white cane ended up telling them off like “they’re clearly working!”

Yo really shines when people try their hardest to make her skip a beat, it’s like a personal challenge to her “oh you think you can distract me? Kissy sounds? Really? You’re gonna have to try harder than that!”

We were out for about 1h 20m with a couple 5-10 minute breaks in there trying to help her out with all the chaos. She was definitely tired at the end but still very much focused and capable which is a nice place to end off. Finished at the exit just standing there waiting to work more on settling as well as make walking towards an exit not always mean I’m gonna leave immediately to help with that forwards drift I’ve been getting at exits, she ended up exiting perfectly after that and we did a long sniffy lap around the outside by her choice.

Got a lot of things done today, worked on a lot, super productive, and conquered a bunch of challenging things! It was far from perfect but it was exactly where she should be right now, she did great

Also I low key get kinda bothered by the surprised “your dog is so well trained!” Comments on one hand it feels good that people think that because imposter syndrome and I see all her mistakes yknow, but on the other hand- of course she is? Like she kinda better be otherwise why the hell is she in a mall??? What kind of untrained dogs have you seen in here and should I be worried????

#Yoshi #working

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[Don't ask how or why I came up with this]

What if, surprisingly, Kevin and an 'oc' of mine, their relationship is like their his mother and he's their son. Their either shorter than him or 2-3 inches taller than him. They can pick him up like he's as light as a feather. (Not in a dirty way, though) Example: They get invited over to the hannibal house. The first thing Kevin does is jump on them, and they put him on their hip like a child. He calls them mama/mommy/Sa'nok, (means mother in the Na'vi [Avatar] language) he also lays his head on their chest while still on their hip. (They do this like it's a normal thing) When Kevin's tired, they clean their thumbs to let him suck on them. (That sounded dirty. That's what she said) They call him mi hjio (my son in Spanish) ma itan (my son in Na'vi Language) As I said before, they do this like it's a normal thing, so the hannibal family isn't an expectation. (It would be funny to see Morgan and Peter surprised face when they see this) He always on them, whether standing or sitting. (he's sitting on their lap or on their hip acting like a toddler) Another example: when their at the store, he points to something he wants, and they get it. When he's sleeping on them, (whether his head is in their lap or on their chest) they pet and stroke his head while he's sleeping. Their the only one to calm him down or keep him off check. A funny example: when one of. His siblings annoy him, and he flips the off while walking away. Even though their faced the opposite direction, they say his name to make him stop, and Kevin says "sorry mama." If he wants to do something, he has to ask them for permission. He give them one look, and they give him a one head nod for yes.

[I came up with this at like 2 or 3 o'clock at night]

(That is. Hands down. The weirdest fanfic ask I ever got...But, as I am a weird person. I enjoyed writing it thoroughly. Hope you'll like it. 💜)

Kevin always had a bad relationship with women in his life and especially his mother who had never showed him affection. He though he'd never find anyone to replace her...but, he then found you.

Flashback :

Kevin was supposed to find his next victim in a run-down building at the corner of some street in the middle of nowhere.

The first thing he noticed was that the walls were so thin, everything could be heard. He could hear the couples fighting, children laughing and dogs barking...

He closed his eyes and smiled. It was the chaos he knew and loved. To be honest, he loved the other Hannibals and the manor...But, he hated the silence.

It was suffocating, and he thrived on pure and unhinged chaos.

He raised his arms in the air and started dancing, letting the different sounds guide him into a sort of odd danse with its sweet sweet music.

But then, he felt as if he was being watched and stopped.

His eyes then snapped open and they immediately met with a little woman on floor 6.

They both stared at each other until she smiled and clapped appreciatively.

He wasn't expecting it, but finally smiled and bowed all the same.

When he raised his eyes and they met with the stranger again, his smile faltered a bit. He hadn't noticed, but you were the perfect victim. His type for sure...You screamed motherhood and even though he couldn't see or hear kids from your balcony. Your kind smile and apron immediately drew him in.

At some point, he felt sorry for you.

Because even though you didn't know yet, you had just made him change victims. His stomach twisted and a much sinister thought crossed his mind.

He couldn't wait to see the color of your blood...

A few days later :

He had started stalking you, watching you intently, memorizing your every move and step.

Bloody hell...You were boring.

You were perfect.

He smiled and knew how it seemed so stupid to make such a contradiction. But, you were. You were boring and perfect. You were kind and sweet. You did the same thing every day. You worked every day. You took a stroll around the block every two day. Watered your plants on Wednesday. You made food for the whole building on Sundays. You were so very boring...and god, did he love you for it.

But, he also noticed something else.

Every Friday, the day you had seen each other...You would stand on your balcony and stare at the spot where he had danced.

It was as if you were waiting for him to reappear at this exact same spot.

And, who was he to deny you your final request ?

One day, he did. He waited...but, he frowned when the minutes passed and you didn't come out. He waited a few minutes longer before gritting his teeth and storming inside.

Something was definitely wrong.

You had never missed, never delayed anything.

You worked like clockwork.

He didn't hesitate before breaking down the door and the first thing he noticed was the mess on the floor.

Red.

Red like...

His eyes widened and his breath hitched.

No...NONONONONO...!

He ran inside, but was surprised when he saw you cleaning up a pretty persistent stain on the carpet while letting out a series of curses in Spanish.

He then looked up and saw the broken strawberry jar on the counter.

Sh*t.

He was about to slowly back out when your eyes seemed to catch the movement and your eyes met once more.

This time, yours were full of curiosity and you looked at the door he had just come on in from with narrowed eyes.

"Are you lost, hijo ?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He only seemed to realize now that he had no excuse whatsoever on why he was here.

But, you didn't seem to mind. You only sighed and waved your hand dismissively.

"Bah. It doesn't matter. Would you be so kind as to help me ? Now, that you're here..."

Kevin blinked twice before looking around for a sponge. He didn't even question it and dropped to his knees beside you to help you get rid of the stain...unaware that this stain would be the start of a permanent place in your life.

"Do you want a hot cocoa ?", you asked and Kevin didn't hesitate before nodding—all thoughts on killing you now far from his mind.

"Yes. Please."

You smiled and at that moment, he forgot all about what was his name and who he was.

A few months later :

You were on your way to the market place with Kevin when he nuzzled your neck and settled by your side.

You had another good hour before reaching home and you held him as he tried to sleep on your shoulder.

"Mi hijo...Are you tired ?"

He looked up at you and seemed to think about something for a few seconds before asking.

"You always call me that...Hijo. What does it mean ?"

You smiled tenderly at him before pressing your forehead against his and disclosing.

"Mi hijo means my son."

"Son ?", he repeated before his smile turned teasing. "Does that mean I should call you mama ?"

He had meant it as a joke and didn't expect it when you replied unashamedly.

"...I'd like that."

He seemed stunned for a moment before his eyes creased slightly at the pleased smile now on his face.

"You know I'm not that young...right ? I could easily pass for your brother."

But the bright smile on his face didn't help the happiness he felt inside. You shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. I know in my heart that you are my son. That's all that matters."

He stayed silent and for a moment, you thought he had fallen asleep, but he then held you tighter and you had this sudden urge to carry him.

And you did just that. You cradled him and kissed his forehead while you tugged his face under your chin before petting his head soothingly.

"Ssh...It's alright, mi hijo. You'll be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

He held onto you and started sobbing uncontrollably. And you didn't care if you were in public. Your hijo needed attention, and you were more than happy to give him...

Once you were there, Kevin looked around and even though he didn't say anything, you knew that he wanted to buy a lot of things.

And as you wanted to spoil him for being such a good help to you, you bought everything his eyes lingered on.

You didn't even need him to say anything.

But, as he realized what you were doing, his smile grew and he embraced you, not expecting it when you started carrying him around effortlessly.

He wanted to stay something, but couldn't.

He had never been carried before. But, he found the new position so comfortable that he didn't dare say anything and wordlessly wrapped his arms around your neck instead.

You kept walking and he started pointing at the things he wanted with a sheepish smile on his face.

And you kept carrying him until it was time to go home...

Once arrived back at your building, you asked Kevin to get the rest of the bags that you had left behind because they were too heavy to carry. Kevin was more than happy to oblige...but, he then felt someone's presence.

Morgan stepped into the light and sighed before smiling.

"Hello, brother. Missed me ?"

Kevin turned around swiftly and recognized Morgan's eyes and arrogant smile.

"What are you doing here, Morgan ?"

"We were worried. You didn't try to contact us in months, so the family sent us. But, looks like we got worried for nothing. You just found yourself a 'mommy'...traitor."

Kevin's jaw twitched at the name and walked forward to fearlessly stare right back at him in silent challenge.

"...What did you just call me ?"

But before Morgan could reply, Kevin was hit with the realization that no Hannibal traveled alone...

"Wait a minute...What do you mean 'us' ? Who are you here with ?"

Morgan didn't answer, but he didn't need to. Kevin guessed.

"...Where is Peter ?"

Morgan tilted his head and shrugged before looking up significantly at the floor you and Kevin lived on.

Kevin's heart stopped and he turned around to look in the direction you had left.

"No...Nonononono...MAMA !"

He was about to run after you, but Morgan held him back.

"...Sorry, Kevin. Rules are rules."

Kevin gritted his teeth before fighting against him.

"LET GO, YOU BLOODY BASTARD ! LET GO, MORGAN OR I SWEAR I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU AND PISS ON YOUR BLOODY CORPSE !"

But, no matter how much he struggled and threw threats in his face, Morgan didn't budge. He was an iceberg. Cold and unyielding.

"You disappoint me, Kevin. I thought of you as an equal. But, one smile. And you were so easily swayed. You forgot all about us."

Kevin screamed and tried to get away, but Morgan dragged him back to the car.

"That's quite enough. Stay here and don't let out a pip. We're going home."

However, Kevin kept struggling and snarled.

"You call that a home ?! What you call a home is nothing more than a prison. Dad and uncle are making us compete against each other. We are not free. You must see it."

"Shut up.", Morgan hissed and before throwing Kevin in the passenger seat.

He started driving away while Kevin tried to pull himself free from the bindings Morgan had encircled his wrists with.

He got tired, but didn't give up and the moment Morgan let his guard down, Kevin bit his hand and made them both hit a tree on the side of the road.

Morgan was momentarily knocked unconscious while Kevin opened the door with his teeth.

He crawled out and started running—ignoring the pain in his whole body.

"MAMAAA !"

Back at the apartment :

You had just arrived to the sixth floor when you realized Kevin wasn't behind you and frowned.

You hesitated before coming back before noticing that your door was wide open.

Strange. You were sure you had closed it before leaving...You entered cautiously and looked around.

At first, you didn't see the boy sitting on your sofa. He was so still that your eyes failed to perceive him, not until he spoke.

"Hello."

You almost jumped out of your skin at the voice and laughed nervously upon seeing the young man sitting there.

"Oh ! You scared me."

The young man stared at you and you asked.

"Who...Who are you ?"

He tilted his head before offering you a small smile.

"Peter. Kevin's little brother."

Your eyes widened at the confession and you then guessed that the real reason Kevin hadn't come up yet was because he never would again.

He had warned you about his family...

And there was only one possible reason that they would send the one he called 'Peter'.

You let the bags you were holding fall to the floor and even though you weren't afraid of death, you were worried about what would happen to Kevin.

"...You're here to kill me, aren't you ?", you asked—even though you already knew the answer.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation and you sighed.

"How ?"

Peter tilted his head quizzically at you and you clarified.

"How do you intend to kill me ?"

Peter's small innocent-like smile turned sinister as he pulled out a knife from his pocket. Figures...Kevin did say he liked to be close when it came to killing people.

You nodded understandingly before sitting down in front of him. It was no use running.

"...Will it hurt ?", you asked and Peter shrugged.

"Depends...I do like it when they cry." Another sinister smile. "...Will you ?"

You shook your head. It didn't seem to please Peter who clicked his tongue against his inner cheek before raising himself to his feet.

"Too bad...Kevin really likes you. But, I'm here on family business so...Sorry. Not sorry I guess."

You nodded before closing your eyes, feeling the tip of his knife against your throat.

You knew that any second now, your life would be over, but your last thoughts went to Kevin...whatever happened, you hoped he would be happy.

But then, you heard your front door being slammed open and didn't have the time to process what was happening that Peter was thrown away from you.

"DON'T TOUCH MY MAMA !"

Kevin screamed before wiping blood from his forehead.

Peter quickly got back on his feet and attacked Kevin who did his best to dodge and retaliate.

Peter *tries to stab him* : "SHE WILL DISAPPOINT YOU ! THEY ALL DO ! WE'RE MONSTERS TO THEM !"

Kevin *rolls on the floor* : "NOT FOR HER ! SHE LOVES ME ! I'M HER SON !"

Peter *grits his teeth before quickening his strikes* : "YOU ARE AN IDIOT !"

Kevin *punches him in the face and sends him rolling* : "NO ! I'M HAPPY ! IS THAT SO BAD ?!"

*gunshot*

Both young men stopped fighting to look back at the source of the noise and find Morgan standing there.

He had shot up to stop the fight and now held you at gunpoint.

Morgan glared at his two brothers before seething.

"ENOUGH. Both of you. Settle down. And stop acting like children..."

Peter pointed his figer accusatively at Kevin childishly, as if to prove Morgan right.

"He started it !"

"Did not !"

"Did too !"

Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose—exhausted.

"I swear..."

However, you surprised them all by raising your voice.

"Kevin. Please. Don't fight your brother."

Kevin's eyes widened and he was about to protest when your eyes met and he knew better than to deny.

He nodded and you even went as far as to ask him to apologize, which he eventually did.

Once the three boys had called down, Morgan lowered his gun and sighed.

"Well...Seems like we have a problem. We need Kevin to come with us. Kevin doesn't want to leave you. And now that we've seen just how far Kevin is willing to go for you, we can't kill you...What to do then ?"

You seemed to ponder on the question before answering.

"Go back to your father. Tell him I intend to keep my son. And if he has any problems with that ? He can come and talk to me instead of sending his sons to do his dirty work.", you said adamantly without blinking an eye and saw the surprise in Morgan's eyes.

"With all due respect...My father is a very powerful man, ma'am. The type you do not survive. And who doesn't like being told no."

You glared at the oldest Hannibal sibling and he had to admit you could he intimidating.

"And I do not care. Kevin esta mi hijo. No one will take him away from me until I say so..."

Morgan wanted to protest, but quickly realized it wouldn't change anything. He finally sighed in defeat before looking up at Kevin.

"...You really want to stay with her ?"

Kevin looked at you and smiled before nodding.

"More than anything..."

Morgan sighed once more before getting up.

"Fine...I'll pass on the message. But, he won't be happy. You both better go."

He then waved at Peter who understood and quickly got to his feet to follow him.

However, before they could get out the door, you noticed the way Kevin's eyes seemed to sadden significantly.

He could hide it from everyone else, but he did care about his brothers...He cared about his other family.

"Wait."

They both stopped to look back at you and you hesitated before finally sighing.

"If they want to see me...I'll go to talk to your family and try to find an understanding. But, do tell your father that it's only because I care about Kevin."

Morgan nodded and Peter smiled.

"You're actually a pretty cool person. Sorry for trying to kill you !"

They then both left and the moment they were out of sight, Kevin looked worriedly at you, checking for any serious injury.

"Are you alright ?! Did they hurt you ?!"

You smiled affectionately at him before shaking your head and pulling him into a tight hug.

"No, mi hijo. I'm alright. Everything is going to be alright. I told you. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you.."

Kevin stilled before returning your hug and broke into sobs while you held him tight.

He felt relieved. He felt loved. He felt happy.

"Thank you, mama..."

#kevin hannibal #fanfic #fandoms #imagine #hannibal family #morgan hannibal #peter hannibal

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darkwaveho · 2 years

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Make believe and Conspiracy

Stranger Au

Summary: Something short and cute between Nat and R in the early part of their relationship.

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Black!reader

Warning: None really, cursing, and Fluff.

a/n: This drabble has been in my drafts since April it was time to get rid of it lol

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In your room at shield headquarters, you and Natasha were exhausted after a long day of training. You always met in your room. You never questioned why, not wanting Nat to feel pressured to open up more. You’ve only made it official 2 months ago. you knew before her that you wanted a relationship, she of course was hesitant. but she also didn’t know how to communicate to you how she was feeling. how often she thought about you when you were apart from each other. how you always checked in on her, even on her bad days when she’s ignoring you or just straight out telling you to fuck off.

when she first arrived at shield you were the only one who didn’t seem to be afraid of her. no fear on your face while others were scared to even look at a spec on the wall that was in her direction. It intrigued her to know you. It made her wonder what you saw in her opposite to what the way others viewed her. She was making progress little by little. And taking baby steps seemed like the appropriate option for her. You would wait for as long as she held you at arm’s length. If that’s what it took for her to finally be allowed to think, feel, and love freely.

“I’m just saying he’s suspicious”

“Nat how can you tell? he hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary”

“Exactly! that’s what makes him sus. Look the dad is a dumbass, but he might be on to something about that neighbor.” she raises her voice a little getting passionate about the discussion. you laugh, loving how serious she is taking this conversation. how comfortable she is after months of walking on eggshells, not knowing if she should share or continue having the fear of oversharing her thoughts about things like this.

“I don’t know he just seems like a regular person minding his business to me, I think the dad is just trying to find someone to pick at.”

“Y/n you’re forgetting that I’m a spy and I’m telling you as a spy that man is not right.” she giggles toward the end.

“Whatever you say, Nat.” you laugh shaking your head at your girlfriend and her conspiracy theories.

she sits up from your lap and looks at you with a shit eating grin

“What? no remarking rebuttals?” Natasha loved having mini debates with you. she looked forward to even. whether on a mission with her or like now in the comfort of your room.

“Nope” she smiles loving the feeling of victory. she positions herself to lay her head back on your lap. until you speak again.

“Because you’re wrong” you give her a smirk close to the signature smirk that you’ve grown so fond of being on the other side of.

she turns her head to you quickly and gives you an annoyed look.

“Really? the man’s last name is Dinkleberry for fucks sake.” you try and fail at containing your laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asks with a scowl on her face from seeing your reaction.

“His name is Dinkleberg Baby.” you correct her, but not in a smug know it all way. Natasha was slightly distracted from the pet name. she’ll never be used to it and even though she sticks to calling you by your first name she loved hearing any words of affection fall from your lips. No matter how unfazed she looked on the outside.

“Whatever! My point is that anybody with a name like that is up to something! And I’m standing firm on him sabotaging Timmy’s dad!” Her accent slipped out this time around and sometimes you forget how often you heard it when she first arrived. you missed hearing it. You don’t even try to keep your laughter in anymore. laughing so hard you feel tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, shut up and keep watching the show with me. I have thoughts about that meat head that runs Fairy World.” she shoves your shoulder and takes her previous position on your lap watching the screen.

“Is that so? I can’t wait to hear what that brain of yours comes up with.” You giggle and caress her face while turning your attention back to the tv screen. it always brightened up your day hearing about your girlfriend’s wild conspiracy theories when it came to animated films and shows, if she acted this passionate about fairly odd parents. you can’t wait to hear her thoughts when you watch Shrek.

#natasha romanoff x reader #I this a drabble or a blurb? idk #Stranger Au

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parker walsh intro

updated 3/2024 for ogden fall 2023

— CHARACTER STATS

FULL NAME: parker jane walsh

AGE, BIRTHDAY: 22, december 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: pansexual

HOMETOWN: montpelier, vermont

+ charismatic, earnest, debonair

- self-conscious, fanciful, transparent

— CHARACTER AESTHETICS

someone’s hands under your sweatshirt, monthly hydrafacials, hot summer nights and cold swims in the ocean, mens white button-ups, a flash of glossy red hair, cursive handwritten letters, endless stacks of annotated plays on a bedside table, themed dinner parties with friends, smiling with the eyes, a hum against closed lips

— FAMILY, the walsh family is akin to american royalty, with members involved in politics, philanthropic efforts, and various large-scale industries

MOTHER: annabeth walsh — vermont state senator

FATHER: jeremy walsh— CEO (of what? not sure, but the business has been in the family forever); comes from super old money

SIBLINGS: finn (25, brother), andrew (28, brother)

— OGDEN STATS

YEAR: senior

MAJOR OF STUDY: theatre (acting), business

EXTRACURRICULARS: theatre collective, senior class board

— SKELETON TROPE: THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

parker is your classic girl-next-door type—if your next-door neighbors are affluent and exceptionally well-to-do. she’s charming, approachable, and playful. she’s a wonderful listener and conversationalist. that said, it’s her empathy and love of others that really cements her girl-next-door label. outside of being greer morrison’s summer holiday next-door neighbor, that is.

— RELATIONSHIP TO GREER

parker and greer met when they were just girls, their families’ hamptons summer vacations (and, nearly, their summer house’s front yards) overlapping. the two connected pretty immediately, as young, charismatic girls with the world at their fingertips would. their parents, too, got along, leading to consistently overlapping summer holidays through the years. parker always admired greer, from her athleticism, to her determination, to her general aura. as high schoolers, the two were practically unstoppable, with greer’s enticing energy and parker’s personable nature. it was hard not to get caught in one of their gravitational pulls, if not both. sure, greer was the one who got the guy every so often (and even the girls, in many ways). the one with an apparent effortlessness that parker knew she, herself, didn’t possess. but they developed a bond that—at least, to parker—was as genuine and true as only relationships between young women can be.

— ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

all-american bitch → miss americana and the heartbreak prince → so american

love bombing wouldn’t work on me. i would just be like, thank you, this is exactly the appropriate amount of love. ramp it up, actually.

people always say ‘fuck around and find out’ as if it’s a bad thing. i love finding out. i need to understand.

regardless of circumstance, parker always looks polished; from gala gowns to princess diana-esque pullovers and shorts, there’s always a put-togetherness about her appearance. if she looks messy, something is probably wrong.

unless she’s in theatre makeup, she probably has that dewy-skin-laminated-brows-clean-girl thing going on

is a natural blonde, but consistently gets her hair dyed red (a fraud! a fake!)

so affectionate — so, so affectionate

open and direct and playful

wants to befriend every monster, but absolutely has friction with people who are opposite of her in certain ways (e.g. never care to try but get by anyway, blatantly inconsiderate, anyone who meets her initial warmth with immediate skepticism/disbelief/coldness)

thinks she’s really funny, but more than half the time her jokes are so bad <3

textbook perfectionist to her own detriment (thanks, mom!)

emotionally volatile/intense; she feels a lot and doesn’t always handle it in the best ways (and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that)

very involved in the theatre department and performs in just about every major production put on; she aspires to have a long, professional career in acting, either on stage or screen (or both)

(her acting roots are in shakespeare and she’s a sucker for macbeth)

is part of an off-campus archery team; her equipment (which she always sneaks onto/off of campus in a comically large rehearsal bag) is always propped up against a bedside table or at the end of her bed

is a total nerd — adores lord or the rings, dungeons & dragons, scifi, and the like; thinks the mcu has lost the plot, though, and stopped keeping up after wandavision

DMs a D&D campaign on campus that’s always open to everyone! loves when new people join in, even if only one time

— FALL 2023 VIBES

“accepting something doesn’t mean you have to like it” written on seven post-it notes stuck to her mirror

i’m done being baby, i want power

she and jesse broke up immediately after coming back to campus + she’s putting on a brave face about it (though, probably not doing the best at it all the time)

went blonde after move-in week and just before homecoming (will it stick? stay tuned)

working on being more blunt and forward with how she feels/what she thinks and less appeasing, which could either go nicely or horrifically awful

it being her last year at ogden really hit her upon coming back, so she’s digging her heels into her theatre work (and her business major, but, like, come on, now, that’s not where the passion lives). hearing about summer internships and job opportunities from others really has her feeling behind. there’s a part of it that’s also avoidant of real life, but she’s far from confronting that.

— ADDITIONAL LINKS

tasks

edits (mine and reblogged)

ogden, fall 2022 semester timeline

ogden, spring 2023 semester timeline

#ogdenintro #just a few updates/clean-ups i haven't posted #and an excuse to use a new graphic

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goldeneyedgirl · 1 year

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Ficmas2022: Christmas Eve: Variable Stars

Happy Holidays everyone. Another Ficmas is behind us <3

Tonight, I thought maybe a little part from the next chapter of Variable Stars.

Stay safe, stay healthy, have a wonderful few days <3

variable stars.

Some things are inevitable; Alice knows this well enough. Her death, for instance - setting foot in that hospital when she was a newborn, where the doctor knew who she was… that was a place people went to die, not to heal.

Realising that the only thing her gift would bestow upon her was death, destruction, and the legacy of a monster was another.

Oh, and Jasper being someone important. There had always been something about him, even when h

e was a nomadic grump.

But Alice has accepted that certain things are inevitable and avoiding them, or pretending they aren’t going to happen. The only thing she can really do is accept them, and face them head on, no matter how nervous or uncomfortable she might be.

That is to say, she’s heard about Peter and Charlotte before; Jasper’s got lots of stories about them and it’s nice to hear to his stories - she’d like to set Maria ablaze for some of the things she did to him, and she’s more than a little bit sorry that she never made it for enough into Mexican to make the woman burn for her sins, but Jasper seems to be mostly at peace with everything that happened to him.

(He worries more over her stories, which she finds funny. A couple of bites is nothing, and she makes it abundantly clear that she walked away the victor in those battles. When she says that, he always relaxes, like he’s worrying for her in that actual moment even when she’s sitting opposite him playing Go Fish in pom-pom socks.)

Sometimes she wonders what he would say if she told him the real story about how she woke up. About the one named James and the woman with him, about what she did to him, about finding the hospital and going inside and decimating it, killing every single person she found. If he’d be mad at her, or disgusted, or angry for her or what.

It’s purely academic of course; she’s never, ever going to tell him all of that. As much as the past doesn’t bother him, she still remembers how he used to look, how he used to carry himself all those decades ago. She doesn’t want to add more violence, more rage to the burdens he carries.

(She never wants to become one of his stories, like Maria.)

In all his tellings of Peter and Charlotte, she assumed she’d meet them one day. But that ‘one day’ was just some distant point in the future, never fixed. Meeting people he treasures in such a way, who knew him way back when, that seems monumental and nerve-wracking. And she’s more than happy for that even to be put off as long as possible.

She’s certainly not expecting them to just show up at the house one day, when the ‘kids’ are meant to be clearing the backyard to break ground on Esme’s greenhouse, and she’s mostly hiding on the roof from the leaf-branch-rock war that’s occurring below her. (Emmett threw one rock at her, and luckily she caught it before it hit the skylight but Esme caught him and the end result was that Emmett was absolutely going to get her back at some point. And no rocks were to be thrown in the direction of the house.)

“Jasper!”

They emerge out of the forest like some kind of myth and it’s not hard to realise who the pair are - Charlotte and Peter look exactly as they do in the few photos that Jasper has of them - like old-world film stars who have been rolling around the forest for a few weeks. She uses a rake to defend herself from the barrage of sticks and branches that Emmett suddenly launched at her, before dropping to the ground, as Charlotte chatters at Jasper.

(She’s definitely changed since she arrived, not noticing them until they were upon the house. She’s not entirely sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.)

His arms are around both of them, and he looks down at them with the sort of doting affection that Emmett bestows upon Bella (and her, if she’s honest with herself and willing to accept that she’s more apart of the Cullens than she ever acknowledges.) It makes her feel a little odd, watching him with the pair, like she’s on the outside looking in.

But what does she expect, really? She’s nothing more to Peter and Charlotte than Emmett is. On paper, she is to Jasper as he is to Rosalie - another Cullen sister. She has no good reason to feel like this. Jasper’s allowed - and loudly encouraged - to have a life outside of her.

So why does she have the urge to push both of them away from him because she’s the one that gets to climb all over him?

Very odd.

Edward’s watching her curiously, so she throws the rake at him like a javelin, and he lets out an indignant noise as he darts out of the way.

“The gloves are off now, brat! No mercy!” he yells back, half-laughing at her, but instead of throwing something at her, he walks back to the house with Bella, shaking his head, and offering a careless wave to Peter and Charlotte.

“Who is this?” Charlotte smiles at her. And that’s all it is, a smile. There is nothing calculated or judgemental about it. Alice decides she likes that - she doesn’t like the idea that anyone is predetermining what they think of her. It’s easier now, of course, that she has clean clothes and shoes and combed hair. She might still opt for the short dresses, because they were always the easiest not to let catch on fire when she was… they were always the easiest. But she has the option of a million different clothes, and none of them have ever gotten so dirty or holey as her old ones.

“This is Alice,” Jasper looks at her. “She joined us a while ago. We met a few times before I met the Cullens.”

“Alice, it is so nice to meet you!” Charlotte reaches out to take her hands, but Peter flinches and both of them look over towards him.

Peter looks … confused but distant as he stares at her.

“Peter?” Charlotte is concerned, and moves closer to her mate which lets Alice slip beside Jasper.

She’s always tried to place the familiarity of Peter and Charlotte, but she’s never managed it. She never attacked them or fought them - she can count her survivors on her fingers - and she knows from Jasper that the only coven they have ever been apart of was the Monterrey coven, and she never made it down that far into Mexico.

“Where are you from, Alice?” Peter asks, and unlike Charlotte, whilst the words are pleasant and his body language is relaxed, it is not genuine and his eyes are wary.

“Mississippi,” she smiles brightly. It’s the smile she gives Rosalie when Rosalie complains that she was never formally invited to join the family. A winning, sugar-sweet dumb-as-a-bag-of-bricks smile and probably a poor choice in the moment but it’s the only weapon she’s got - unless Peter gets violent.

“You fight in the Wars?”

“Nope. Went through Louisiana when I was young, and learnt my lesson. High-tailed it north. There’s no way I would have lasted a second as a soldier,” she shudders theatrically. That’s a dirty lie - she remembers more than one victim who tried to convince her - pleaded with her - to join their army, join their campaign and spare their life.

“We’d be unstoppable.”

She already was.

Peter relaxes further. “You look familiar,” he shrugs. “Nothing good comes out of lookin’ familiar down south.”

“Florida,” Charlotte says with a shrug. And that’s that. Whoever she is, she isn’t significant or dangerous in Peter’s eyes anymore.

(They go hunting later, because Charlotte and Peter are good sports, and seem to have a long running argument-debate with Jasper about the viability of an animal-only diet, and that’s when she stops cold, her memory suddenly crystal clear.

A couple - a blond man and a girl with long hair that is almost pink, and they smell like the dust and ash of the South…

… She lets the power peek through her eyes, her skin, and they flee, the girl’s eyes wide with horror as they depart.

Whatever they saw in the South is nowhere near as threatening or terrible as her.

She was going to hurt them. She would have killed them without a second thought, just for having the bad luck of crossing paths with her. She was going to kill Jasper’s oldest and closest friends because, what, she saw them in a forest one time?

She wants to be sick, she’s a goddamn monster.)

After Peter and Charlotte visit, Alice is distant. She’s a little bit sad and ashamed and distant. And that hurts - he doesn’t know why, and it’s never, ever been him that has triggered one of Alice’s moods. Carlisle does it simply by breathing in her direction some days; any sort of commentary on her literacy and education from Rosalie and Edward; and any time Bella and Esme make any sort of comment that Alice’s gift is somehow lesser than Bella’s.

Oh, and Emmett’s repeated implication that she wouldn’t survive in a fight without her gift. She’ll glower in his direction for several days after any comments along that line.

But never him. He’s the one that talks her out of her moods, that prompts a smile and maybe a hug. He’s the one that listens to her vent and bitch; the one who takes her running to get out her frustrations at living in a family of seven in close, static quarters after being a solitary nomad. He dances with her and tells her everything he lov… appreciates about her, that she stays with the Cullens because of him, and he hopes he’s worth it.

This time, he doesn’t know how to fix it. She stays in her room more - Esme’s been teaching her to sew, and she’s taken to stitching odd little patterns on her dresses (and hemming anything that Esme thinks is an acceptable length shorter because Alice is nothing if not stubborn.)

He goes over the three days that Charlotte and Peter stayed with them, trying to work out what had gone wrong. Had Charlotte or Peter upset her? Said something?

Had he?

She’d been a little nervous and curious when they arrived but everything had been fine until they’d gone hunting. Then… she’d been quieter, had fallen back a little. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t been paying close enough attention.

She had been a little strange when Peter had thought he recognised her, her emotions a foreign cocktail of wariness and irritation. He’s not sure why Peter would inspire such a reaction, but Alice had alluded to some less than savoury interactions over her life but Peter’s harmless unless provoked. And he didn’t even know her but Alice was still upset…

It just doesn’t make sense.

“Instead of sitting around moping, go and talk to her,” Edward finally snapped, closing his book. But his mood is more amused than irritated. Jasper shoots him a dark look before stalking upstairs, ostensibly to go into his study to consider the problem in solitude, but Alice’s door is partially open, and she’s curled up in a sad little ball on the day-bed, staring through her window at the sky.

Self-loathing. That one he’s intimately acquainted with, and he hates that his Alice is suffering that, is thinking that way about herself.

He slips in - the room is dark, with the curtains only open enough that she can see out. Her sewing is an uncharacteristic jumble on her desk.

“Hey,” he says softly, sitting on the end of the day-bed. The bedspread is one she picked out herself, after hours of contemplation and slight confusion over the sheer choice available online. It’s a patchwork of florals and patterns, amusingly oversized, and more girlish than he expected her to choose. It smells like her, honey-and-lemon-and-ozone.

She doesn’t acknowledge him but lets out a sigh.

“Can monsters change?”

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #twilight saga #twilight fic #my fic: variable stars #my writing: variable stars

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sebastianshaw · 1 year

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Okay, a question I've wanted to ask the mun? What drew you to pick up Sebastian as a muse? Asking out of genuine curiosity because I absolutely love this colonialcore menace (the person who coined that term deserves a medal btw🥇)

THEY DOOOO I got into X-Men in middle school, when they were a hyper-obsession that I spent a LOT of time and money on, learning everything about every character there was at the time, whether I gave a shit about them or not. One of my faves back then had been E.mma F.rost, whom I was introduced to in New X-Men, which was coming out when I was in middle school. I liked her a lot because SHE was a very nasty breed of heroine, something I'd never encountered before. Shaw features in her backstory, and he came up a few times in New X-Men, though he didn't feature largely at all. I didn't pay really any attention to him at the time. Around 2013 or so, I started coming back to X-Men. I was in my early 20s then, a recent college graduate, and I wasn't really interested in what was currently going on in the comics. Instead, I returned to the 90s, which were the first comics I'd ever read. I encountered Shinobi S.haw, Shaw's son, and I just adored him. Through him, I found Fabian C.ortez, and I loved him even more. Namely, I loved him because he was JUST SO GODDAMN AWFUL. Around that time in my life, I had also started really like bad guys, in particular unsympathetic ones. It's not that I think nuanced, noble, or tragic villains are bad, but when you're in fandom long enough, you get exposed to so many people just falling over backwards to excuse everything a character has ever done if there's even a scrap of sadness or good reasoning to them. It's actually a lot less a problem now due to the backlash it's received (to the point that now you can actually get hate for it, which I don't think is right at all either) but me being a contrarian, it just pushed me in the opposite direction. I started gravitating to unabashedly NASTY baddies. And Fabian was my PEAK baddy for awhile. But in coming to like Shinobi, I also became reacquainted with Shaw Senior, and started finding him really interesting and really funny as well. That's a big thing for me, the bad guys I like also have to be amusing. No matter how serious a threat they are, I just can't get into them without SOME element of comedy there too. And Shaw was funny. Like, he was awful, he was irrefutably irredeemably awful, the literal FIRST thing I knew about him as a character was how terribly he abused Shinobi. I didn't go in with any illusions. But as I learned more about him, I found him really hilarious in his own right (THE CONSTANT SHIRT REMOVAL) as well as actually really interesting. I enjoyed how, in a sea of ideological mutant leaders (X.avier, M.agneto, Apocalypse, etc), Shaw was a pure profit man. He was utterly, purely, absolutely unabashedly selfish, and I really liked this about him, just as I'd liked it in Fabian and Shinobi. I also found myself really liking the Hellfire Club in general, I loved the idea of a bunch of fancy evil rich people who don't give a SHIT about the political conflict that's usually so plot-central. And as I read more and more of his stuff, I was like...shit, this guy is actually REALLY INTERESTING. He's actually got a lot more nuance than he seems, while still being an Utter Bastard. I even ordered The Legacy Quest Trilogy novels, which I reference a LOT on this blog as a big source of my Shaw characterization, because Shaw features heavily as a main character, complete with his own arc and chapters from his perspective. It was INCREDIBLE, it added so MUCH to him while also not relying on changing anything about him. It stayed true to the character while also expanding on his mindset at the same time, and he was a great villain in it too. It won me over COMPLETELY. So, here we are! Thank you for the question and your interest!! <33

#out of shirt

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 year

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Thanks, @my-excellent-bicycle, for pointing me to the fact that the Melbourne Comedy Festival, which is happening at the moment, has put up video clips of comedians doing short sets at their galas and things. Here are some of my favourites (by which I mean some by comedians I already know I like, which is the opposite of what you’re supposed to at festivals, as those are supposed to be for taking chances on new things, but I’m going to watch the ones I like first – aside from anything else it’s just a nice way to see what kind of material those comedians are doing at this moment, instead of waiting until their next official recording comes out to find out what direction they’ve gone this year):

Josie Long:

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Parenthood material isn’t generally my sort of thing, but no one can begrudge anything delivered that charmingly. Also I like her stuff about lockdown. Also it’s okay, everyone, she’s doing a show she wrote some time ago and doesn’t live in London anymore, that’s why she was showing up last year on Frankie Boyle’s New World Order, filmed in Glasgow. I find it genuinely heartening whenever I heard old Josie Long material about hating London, because I know that unlike that vast majority of stand-up comedy stories and also just all stories, that one’s got a happy ending.

Paul Foot:

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It had somehow not occurred to me until I saw this that Paul Foot continued existing after about 2013. Pleased to see he’s still alive and, apparently, has not changed at all. At all - he appears exactly the same, aside from the fact that the pants might be slightly looser. Honestly, if you’re not familiar with Paul Foot and you’re the sort of person who uses Tumblr Dot Com, I highly recommend watching this video because he’d be very popular on this site if it were more widely known that he’s existed since 2013.

Huge Davies:

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Solid music parody. Continues to blend cynicism with inventiveness in an entertaining way. I’ve been meaning to watch his stand-up special that came out somewhat recently, I should really do that.

Maisie Adam:

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I mean, it’s a good point. It does make me think... well why are you doing it then? It’s weird to me that people still do the “father gives away bride at wedding” thing, but it’s a bit weird to hear someone complain that it’s a shitty tradition while still planning to do the tradition. Just... don’t do that, then. I mean, you can still get married. Just don’t do that part. I mean, people should be allowed to do what they want without judgement, I just find it slightly difficult to get on board with a bit that’s based on pointing out all the reasons why this thing is bad but still wanting to do it. You know you don’t have to, right?

...Sorry, personal thing, I’m always surprised at how many otherwise progressive feminist people I know have gotten married and done the whole “father gives away bride to husband, bride marks this by dropping her last name for her husband’s thing”. How is that a thing most people still do but a few opt out of, instead of only in the hands of staunch traditionalists anymore?

Okay, that’s not the point, it was still funny. This is why marriage and parenthood material doesn’t tend to be my thing.

Leo Reich:

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Here you go, everyone: my proof that I’m not biased against all gen Z comedians. I found this really funny.

And that’s the limit to how many videos Tumblr will let me embed in one post, I’ll reblog this to add more.

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sins-of-the-sea · 5 months

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(regarding genderbending) Speaking as someone who does experience dysphoria and after giving it some thought, seeing a character show active distress by being placed in the body of a gender they don’t identify with would probably squick me a bit, especially if it’s played for laughs. But everyone’s going to have a different perspective, so don’t let me speak for everyone.

//I get this! I totally get this! Like I never understood what's so funny about, let's say, guys being distressed when they're suddenly in a more feminine body, and all the more when it takes a... very uncomfortable direction as far as exploration goes. Like I get it. It's fine. But I also get why it can make someone super uncomfortable. And tbh, I find this perspective just as relatable as embracing the change and doing something with it.

Of my muses who'd display distress being suddenly in the opposite gendered body, it'd definitely be Ruixiong and Guy. Guy's revulsion for breasts is played for laughs, but I draw the line at slapping them on his chest. For Ruixiong, well, he's just masculine, through and through. For ME personally, however, I definitely draw the line for those two because of the harmful stereotypes it perpetuates: "gay=trans" (which is not the case and I hated being raised on this mentality growing up), and "Chinese men=feminine, even when they're manly by Chinese standards" (which is SUPER racist and I LOATHE this narrative like FUCK). This isn't to say I'm against actual gay trans and androgynous/trans Chinese (the Hero blog has a Chinese transwoman I am excited to write for), it's just that it doesn't fit Rui or Guy at all. And they should be allowed to freely be themselves.

The others.... eh, maybe they'll play along, just for fun and to see how well they'll pass as the other gender? But I can imagine that can be problematic too. Not sure how (again, I'm demigender so it doesn't register with me), but I want to remain respectful.

Eh. If I do the M!A, probably on Josep and only on Josep, who would LOVE to experience having a more feminine body. In WoW RP, he has a second model where he can transform via magic to appear more feminine when she is in a more feminine mood (her model name is Josepina in that case). So I already write a genderbent Josep, just not on this blog.

#[OOC]#transphobia tw #homophobia tw #racism tw

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pastafossa · 1 year

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how much ahead do you write for TRT? would you recommend writing as you go or finishing a few chapters (or even the whole thing!) before posting

also my middle name is hind so it's almost flattering to see the shipnames and such :)

love your work!!!!!!!!!!

So me personally, I don't write ahead, but I do outline ahead! I've got everything charted out, what needs to happen, how the arcs need to unroll, clues to leave, etc. This is what allows me to write the chapter every week - in my natural environment, I'm a pantser and I tend to wing it (which works fine for a one-shot but less so for an epically long fic like TRT). I'm also an extrovert - I need external feedback or, at the very least, some form of interaction to feed my creative drive. If I don't have that, if I wait to post a chapter until I'm done with everything, I'll essentially run out of energy and coast to a stop. By posting a chapter each week that I've written, I get that feedback and can keep going! There are flaws to my method - sometimes it's impossible to tell how a chapter's going to go until you write it, or you suddenly get a good idea about some event that should, in reality, have caused clues and foreshadowing to appear three chapters ago. But that's where the outline comes in! It gives you a north star to drive towards even if you choose to take a side road on the way there.

But note that this is me. Most of the other writers I know are introverts and can write just fine by being left alone with their own internal feedback for encouragement, and I also have a few friends who absolutely hate the idea of writing like I do. They absolutely need to have it all done before posting, and the sheer chaos of writing a new chapter into existence every week isn't something they'd enjoy, just like I'd hate being confined to their method. So everyone's different. I'd say the low-risk, high-patience, safest option is having it all written ahead of time, if you're introverted enough or can charge your own battery. The high-risk, high-reward option is writing as you go, favored by those who need to interact in order to create. And the neutral ground is getting ahead by three or four chapters before beginning to post, finding a safe middle balance between the two. So the real question is, which would work best for you? Do you have the patience and inner drive to get it all done first? Do you need interaction to keep yourself going (hi it's me)? Do you land somewhere in the middle? I will say, my writing absolutely suffered when I tried, desperately, to be what I wasn't. People will tell you to write for yourself, to get it all done before posting because it should be for you anyway, and while that works for a lot of fic writers, for some of us, writing in isolation for only ourselves is where our creativity goes to die. I think figuring out where your creativity graveyard is, and going in the opposite direction, is a huge benefit to you once you figure it out, even if you need to experiment a little to figure it out.

Also YESSS I'm so happy to hear from a Hind! I always love hearing about people with the same name. It also strikes me as funny because I never actually meant to name her Jane Hind. It was originally just a placeholder I used while writing and in notes, a joke about a Jane Doe reader insert, the one we can't trace back, and only after I'd used it long enough in notes and the first chapter that I went... 'actually this kinda works, because she is a Jane Doe, with a real name I can't ever use'. And admittedly it would make me pretty happy too to see my own name for a ship like this LOL.

Thank you so, so much anon for coming to say hi!

#ask response #the red thread #my writing process works for me and i'm not sure how common it is tbh #i know when i've seen polls most writers seem to check off as introverts #and a lot of advice i've read seems tailored to introverts #and then there's me like 'i need interaction or i will literally die'#so take my advice with a grain of salt #mostly i'd just try it out #maybe try a shorter chapter fic and see which works for you #if you can get it all pumped out ahead of time or if that just doesn't work for you #if you need to get it out as you go or if you need that but can wait until you have a few chapters #i'll say if you go my way just make sure you outline or you'll run into that wall facefirst #i can *only* do what i do every week because I've given myself a roadmap and i don't have to stop for directions

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Before starting season 2 of The Boys I wanted to see if I have some thoughts to sort out about season 1. I’m probably gonna sound a little too much “person who’s only watched Supernatural watching a different show: I’m getting Supernatural vibes from this”, but I think that in this specific case I’m justified in doing this kind of comparisons, also considering that literal professional publications have been doing the same. So.

I liked how well-planned and relatively enclosed the season feels. It has a starkly circular structure, starting with a woman’s fridging and ending with a woman’s unfridging; the Deep and A-Train, who commit the “original sins” at the beginning of the series, go though a contrappasso of sorts, suffering exactly what they inflicted to someone else; Homelander, repeatedly placed in opposition to people’s children (hating Stillwell’s baby for stealing her time, killing the senator and his son on that plane, letting the girl and her mother die in the other plane) eventually finds his own. (It’s funny, thoughout the season I was blindsided by the planes and expected the climax of Homelander’s arc in the season to be about one more plane, instead it was about the children. I should have expected that! That’s how you know a narrative is good. I’m spoiled enough about future developments now to know that the theme of parenthood is strong with this one. I appreciate it.)

So many parallels throughout the season, I couldn’t list them all if I spent the entire night looking for them. It stood out for me in the finale the parallel between Kimiko taking care of her appearance in front of the mirror, reclaiming her humanity they tried to strip her of by attempting to turn her into a monster*, and the Deep shaving also in front of a mirror, as he struggles with his identity and role in the world. Mirrors in mirrors. But this is just one of many, every arc and plot point mirrors at least another.

*It’s not as shoved in your face like in Supernatural, but a major theme of the narrative is what makes a human and what makes a monster, and how you can build your identity in the space between the two.

Identity, who you are, who (what) you want to be - not a coincidence names are so important in The Boys, with so many characters who go with nicknames/pseudonyms, and dance between the two depending on context, or others play with their name. The Deep is called by his real name only by his therapist, Homelander - who even mentions forgetting he even has an actual name at times... - only by Vogelbaum... The scene where Hughie speaks his dead girlfriend’s name Robin and A-Train retorts that his dead girlfriend also had a name, Charlotte - the first time we hear it - is so poignant and powerful.

It’s intriguing to me how Dean Winchester somehow tweaked his way in this show, too. I don’t know if this was intentional - The Boys definitely seems to be a show where things are intentional and planned thoroughly in advance, but who knows - but the vibe I got from the show is that it started out as a Supernatural AU of sorts where Hughie was clearly supposed to be Sam and Butcher was supposed to be Dean, but Dean looked at it and said “nope, that’s my father, I’m that one” and pointed his finger in Frenchie’s direction.

I mean, I’m kidding, Butcher is a sort of amalgamation of a certain side/concept of Dean (more like the aesthetic/vibe Kripke started the character on) and John (the wife “killed” by Yellow Red Eyes, her affair with Homelander the equivalent of Mary’s deal with Azazel, the baby being somewhat responsible for the mother’s death/disappearance due to his involvement in the supernatural stuff... it’s quite direct.) But Frenchie is the Dean who finds Cas, as Kimiko and Cas have a ridiculous lot in common, and so have the two relationships.

It’s interesting how the season operates a speedrun unfridging of Mary (of course since in the universe of The Boys normal people cannot come back from the dead, she turns out never to have died in the first place, but for her husband and the audience she counted as dead, so). Of course there’s plenty of foreshadowing that she was actually alive, although I was also blindsided by the fake flashback and felt very surprised, because I was assuming that Becca would turn out alive, so I believed I was wrong and then it turned out I was right.

The difference is that this Mary comes back to life when John is still alive, still pursuing his destructive path of revenge. Butcher being both John and Dean, I presume as I approach the season season, will allow the character to deconstruct the mental image of Mary-Becca he had in his head (a flawed woman, not a pure martyr) but also question his own choices, something Supernatural’s John didn’t get to do.

Homelander, of course, is a mixture of Azazel and Lucifer (then of course, in Supernatural Azazel and Lucifer, Mary and Kelly, Sam and Jack etc are all mirrors for each other) but I’d also say that... he’s evil Castiel. Then again, Lucifer and Castiel are absolutely mirrors for each other, too, so it tracks. Homelander repeatedly goes against Vought, frustrating Stillwell as he pursues his own methods. And of course his conflict with Stillwell comes to the dramatic climax in the finale. Vought his heaven, obviously, and he does not quite obey to the orders. He does what he does for Vought, but also... in his own way and with his own perspectives, rejecting the strictly business approach of the corporation. It’s not the profit of the shareholders he cares about, I’m sure. Or maybe calling him the evil Castiel seems more fitting since calling him Lucifer sounds like an insult Homelander and his actor don’t deserve XD

This is getting a little too long, so I’ll wrap this up for now. I’m here if anyone wants to talk about the show, just don’t spoil me for seasons 2 and 3!

#marghe watches the boys #the boys #spn

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emlos · 3 months

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very long and detailed dream under cut

dream about an immigrant middle aged woman (wearing dark pink scarves) who asks me and my friend to buy her ice at a supermarket, then she asks if we can meet at 22 so i can hand it to her. friend im with says no but i say yes, so she leaves me and the woman to go to our rented apartment in a neighborhood similar to my grandparents (father side). the woman follows me after exiting the store (in the meantime i bump into something and the icebag rips a little, so an icecube falls onto the ground/floor). i keep getting uncomfortable by the woman who's kinda rude and doesnt seem to want to leave my side. its night.

at some point she decides to run somewhere so i take off in the opposite direction trying to lose her, and turn the corner left next to a building. sadly i see her (now wearing a yellow shirt or pants) going down darkened stairs in between two buildings and instead of running further (i was scared whatll happen if i dont manage to hide/outrun her) so i just say "hey [name]!!, there you are!!" (i know her name in the dream). she is indignant, huffing that i "cant make my running away better by just pretending as if i was looking for her" but apparently shes not that mad and i think we continue walking. we encounter something of an party in open space between commieblocks, where there are witchy teens. there is a raised stone structure with stairs leading to it a few metres away from the gathering. i dont really interact with anyone but for some reason im sure the stone structure is a portal that'l let me get home quicker (yeah magic). i move in to examine it and it looks like a small dead cells spawnpoint portal made of stone. the woman follows me after some seconds. on the back theres a rectangular plaque, also stone, and runes and a warning carved into it. i ask the woman (verbatim, i dont know which language) "hey can you read runes (apologetically) cause i dont and maybe you…" while shes trying to decipher them i manage to 'read' the warning and it says something to the effect of THIS EXIT IS SEALED (there are stone chains over the portal in a X shape) and ITS CURSED BECAUSE OF YOUR WAR "GO FIND A DIFFERENT SHORTCUT" (verbatim)

the woman is excited and reactivates the portal into glowing red? she tries to pressure me into going with her by pulling on my hand and talking to me and i think some of the teens are a bit scared in the bg, but i refuse. she shrugs and goes though the portal herself, and i decide to go home finally. next, the portal and the whole environment has disappeared, i am walking home alone, still buildings, no word from my friend from earlier, its still night

the dream shifts then into the perspective of the woman, now a wolf-like beast (i got that from growling and general behavior, i dont see her specifically anymore as its an 1st person pov), who starts stalking the streets of szczecin, specifically the place where i grew up with the long park, and attacking passersbys. now it gets funny here: i remember viewing the whole thing at this point as a metanarrative - i.e i dont feel emotions or myself anymore, its just as if i control the story events that "should happen" - ill explain:

i dont "control" the beast, but i remember trying to make sure she attacked a variety of people, from old grandmas, to random men, to children sitting in strollers while the mothers watched on. its daytime but for some reason theres no blood, just muted screams and horrified looks. the beast is definitely mauling them, but i dont see it from my pov. i remember trying to stagger the speed and amount of people that the beast attacked to make it "more realistic". during all that i remember being aware of something like corruption, and curse, and i think just before the "scene change" (yeah thats how i think about it) the people started transforming into some sort of zombie-like werewolf people, just standing up and walking behind the beast this keeps going and theres a shift, i see a character thats supposed to be me (i dont remember what they look like) thats almost at home, theres a dream-shadowy figure next to me, that was supposed to be someone heroical, like a friend of mine, from now on referred to as hero. things happen very like movie stills/sequences with different povs:

shot of the beast (looking inhumanly like a wolf) and the two legged wolf people behind it, shot of me and hero glancing behind and being scared, then running things get blurry after that. i think were in a city so we ("me" and the hero) push a comically sized metal lever that causes a big, like 5x5m hatch to open and the wolf people fall into it wilde e. coyote style (it isnt even that humorous, they just are pacified) they fall into some water becken at the bottom, and i remember thinking, what if the water gets infected? but they roll over the side of the becken and fall again into a deeper one. then i wished this was an incinerator. me and hero are relived but the scene changes, to us hearing something from the opened hatch, like a growl. we cautiously peek over the side, and dramatically, from the shadows, emerges a silhouette of an wolf human! they are in the sewers, is my first thought, but they leave the shadows and it turns out its some goofy looking homeless furry-human hybrid, which calms us, and then the dream kinda dissolves.

#rare cinematic dream for me #milos dream journal

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