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francis-writes · 5 months

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As I said, I made first chapter!

Summary: Frollo is resurrected and back to Paris, seeking revenge.

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I'll be back I guarantee

Then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter

Begged him please, as he raised his fist before he spoke

I am the righteous hand of God

And I am the devil that you forgot

And I told you one day you will see

That I'll be back I guarantee

And that hell's coming, hell's coming

Hell, hell's coming with me

Hades kept massaging his temples.

"It can't be like that" he muttered under his breath "I dealt with a lot of shit during last millenias but after I met him, I have enough of immortality"

Gaston shrugged.

"I may beat him up. Man makes me ashamed to be French"

"I thought you out of us all would like him" Maleficent raised her eyebrow "After all you both got rejected by a girl. Same tragedy" she said in tone suggesting that this specific tragedy is the greatest source of amusement for her.

Gaston snorted.

"I am NOTHING like him. He's an old man with a stick in his ass. I am the most popular man in the village, I have looks-" He flexed his biceps proudly "-and a whole wall of my hunting trophies"

Before anybody managed to comment Gaston's desirability as a potential husband, Jafar raised his palms to calm the room.

"returning to the most important topic, we need to get rid of that whining priest. The question is: how we do it?"

"Off with his head!" Yelled Queen of Hearts.

"It would be a good idea" Jafar said with mockery "if not the fact that he's already dead. He can't be more dead"

Hades raised his head, suddenly smiling.

"He can't be more dead but he can be alive again"

Everybody looked at him in utter shock.

"You're gonna bring this asshole back to life? Out of all of us? He doesn't deserve this"

"Listen" Hades stood up "either living have to deal with his shit or we. And I won't spend one moment more listening that I am a false God and I shall burn in Hell. I am already burning here, I am ruler of this place, remember?"

The room fell silent, villains were considering Hades' proposition. No one liked the idea of giving Frollo chance for revenge, but having him around was even gloomier idea.

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Sun was shining in Paris. It was a beautiful spring morning and Frollo could already feel the smell of flowers blooming on the trees. He looked around. It was one of the less frequented districts of the town and there were almost no people on the street. Now that he regained life and freedom - because, as those wizards and demons said, he didn't deserve damnation (which was absolutely true) so they decided to help him have a new chance - he had to make a plan for what he was going to do. This time there could be no option of failure. He was going to get his revenge on all the traitors and whores who pushed him into flames.

There a few obstacles in the way. All the town thought that he was dead and they probably chose new minister of justice. It could be hard to convince his old guards to listen to him but there was always a chance of intimidating some of them. Or maybe it would be better to avoid drawing attention. Perhaps he wasn't young anymore but he still had some strength in him. And what’s even more important, Frollo had his mind full of grand schemes. Killing someone wasn't that hard in itself but he wanted them to suffer.

For now, he was going to rent a room and hide in the town, collecting informations about what his enemies were up to recently. He already got some new clothes to better mix in the crowd. Claude felt weird without his robe, he had an impression that those tight pants were a little too revealing and immodest but after all, most well-dressed men wore them and he didn't want to stand out. He even put on a loose shawl to hide his face, after all, rather well-known in all Paris.

#judge claude frollo #claude frollo #frollo #disney villains #the hunchback of notre dame #hond

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Like You, Like Me (Steddie Halloween)

I am swamped by writing and drawing challenges, but in honor of October starting I just have to share this Halloween ficlet because this is all my brain can produce nowadays. I am this close to writing this as a fanfic. Hell, I probably will. Bye, free time.

The kids want Steve and Eddie to throw a Halloween party in their home (yes, they've moved together and Steve finally escapes his parents AND the wallpaper), he goes completely overboard with preparations and ropes Eddie into it. Eddie grumbles a lot about "needy and spoiled shitheads", but hanging those stupid paper decorations apparently comes with music choice privileges, so he also gets pretty immersed in it. They're about the same height, but it gives Eddie the ammo he needed to claim he's the taller one since Steve obviously can't hang them on his own. Steve slaps him with a carton witch.

They cut out the weirdest decoration shapes ("That's not a bat, Eddie!" "It is if you squint hard enough. Maybe a demobat?" "I don't want those things anywhere near you or me in the nearest millennium, Munson").

They attempt to bake some cookie and muffins because they know everyone will start whining about being hungry in 2 hours tops and the mountain of food they bought will disappear before one can say "Dustybun". The neglected rich kid and the trailer trash kid join hands in the best effort to do...something. Eddie pours all his restless energy into mixing the batter (he keeps muttering "die, you floaty fucker!" to the stubborn blob of flour that refuses to dissolve while drops of batter splash everywhere around and Steve yells "DUDE, NOT IN THE HAIR!").

They teenage-proof their flat, because there will be pumpkin carving and there is likely to be a) mess, b) teenagers with knives, thank god Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are coming over as well. 5 adults supervising 6 kids should hopefully be enough. Probably not. Eddie remarks he wouldn't trust the little Wheeler with tweezers, not to mention a knife, and Steve just sighs "don't I know it."

They get so caught up in the preparations that it's the day of the party and they don't have costumes. Steve just wants to have everyone to have a good time, so of course he doesn't think about himself. Eddie just follows his lead because it's so nice to see Steve passionate about something. But when Dustin arrives 30 minutes early (in a costume that does his curly hair and happy smile justice, he excitedly explains to Steve that he's Bilbo from the Hobbit, he might be too young and his feet are freezing, but who cares, he looks awesome!), he seems a bit disappointed that they didn't prepare any costumes. And Steve's face drops very slightly, but Eddie can notice because he knows how important Dustin's approval is to Steve. He leaves Dustin in charge (of nothing significant, it's just to keep him occupied) and drags Steve off to their bedroom. He whispers to Dustin to make a quick phone call to Lucas.

When the rest of the guests arrive, they are greeted with a beautifully decorated flat, delicious food and...this. This being Steve dressed in Eddie's clothes, all torn jeans (maybe a bit too tight on him and Eddie will explore that thought later in the evening), a band t-shirt, rings and Eddie's battle vest, his hair styled to be a bit more wavy. Eddie's unruly curls are combed down for once, into a very preppy ponytail. He is wearing Steve's polo and jeans and somehow he even got a marker to imitate his boyfriend's moles. And before anyone can remark that's a very lazy costume idea, Eddie greets them in the doorway.

"Welcome to the Harrington-Munson household and vice versa! Lucas, do you have what I asked for?"

Lucas gives him a weird look, but tosses him the basketball he brought. "Yeah, man. I don't get why, but there you go."

"Wonderful" purrs Eddie and grabs the ball, slotting it against his side. "Now I'm the perfect Steve Harrington. With the perfect hair, this perfectly ironed polo shirt. I am very ready to bounce this ball against the ground as one does when playing the basket game and score a basket. Unfortunately," he adds and puts hands on his hips, perfectly mimicking Steve's I'm your mom posture, "I must have misplaced my high school shorts somewhere, which is a damn shame, I tell you MUNSON."

Steve just snickers and fidgets with the rings. "Oh shut up, Harrington, order is for fools, an intelligent person can handle chaos." Eddie is pretty sure he had an easier way to say this, but Steve paraphrases and Nancy snorts in laughter when Steve pretends to pick a strand of hair from his mouth. "Now move along with your laundry basket game friend. I'm deep in conversation with Dustin here about the board game I totally know so much about. He has been telling me about a palettin-"

"-paladin!"

"-that has been so heroic in our most recent play session-"

"-campaign!"

"-that I just have to say he's very metal, man. Did he bite anything, Dustin?"

Dustin's brow furrows. "Um. I guess his mount bit an enemy that was trying to sneak past us, but-"

Steve waves him off. "Yeah, so his mighty steed-" he pronounces very stiffly and Max thunks her head into the door, "is very Ozzy, I tell you. You wouldn't get it Steve. He's in a really cool band, Ozzy is. He's the real music."

Eddie has hard time keeping straight face and Lucas nudges him. "Okay, we get it. Let us in. And if you want to copy Steve's mother vibe, you should frown more."

"HEY! I smile! I mean. Harrington does," interjects Steve.

Max slings her arm around Lucas's waist. "You should also call us shitheads. That's his chosen term of endearment."

Eddie manages to scrunch his eyebrows together, but the grin doesn't go away. "Oh yeah, thanks for that, little shithead, very helpful. Care to help Eddie be a bit more Eddie too since he's too caught up in trying to remember the name Black Sabbath - I swear to god, love, it's literally on the poster over our bed! - to act like himself."

"You should jump on furniture!" Mike points out and the rest of the kids nod in agreement. "Eddie does that a lot."

"Is that the main thing you notice about me?! I mean, him?" Eddie asks, bewildered. "Okay, you know what, I don't care. In you go, shitheads. And the rest," he nods at their adult friends. When he's ushered them all inside, he closes the door and beams at Steve, pecking him on the lips. "I like you in my clothes."

Steve laughs and returns the kiss. "You're just saying that because I mentioned Ozzy. I do remember Black Sabbath, by the way. Let's go, Harrington, we have guests to entertain."

And so they do.

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generallypo · 4 years

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in all sincerity, kim dokja makes me happy and he deserves to be so too :^(

incoherent yelling and sobbing under the cut. these fEELINGS will not be contained aaauuunnghhh.

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anyway i binge-read all 500+ chapters of ORV this week and i honest to god feel bad for this -- completely! fictional! aghhhh -- guy. in case you haven’t figured it out, the following is some spoilerly shit

i went in expecting a fun, brainless power trip fantasy for dudes with an isekai addiction. instead, it turns out ORV is actually a gigantic, self-deprecating prank on the entire genre itself. kdj plays more into the sad -- if high-functioning-- clown trope than the sexy, edgy, chuuni bastard type i was prepared to laugh at. there were -- gasp! -- female characters with personalities! parents (aka ADULTS who act like ADULTS) who actually survive and feature prominently! adorable children! a real sexy, edgy bastard! a power trio with amazing fashion! sexual tension and bickering! friendship! life and death bonding!

*breathes in deeply* fouND FAMILYYYYYYY.

like, yeah, the plot around the first few arcs seems a little aimless, but the buildup is worth. the world-building is pretty decent. there’s discernible effort put into the fight scenes, and i can appreciate that. but -- but! what i stayed for were the characters -- namely, the fantastic OT3 of KDJ, HSY, and YJH -- who come together despite their initial rivalries and end up saving each other’s asses, like, every other day. granted, the other characters don’t get as much focus, and they do fall into certain character tropes..

but a trope done well is nothing i would gripe about. every significant character in ORV has a coherent, and more importantly, respectful take on their respective trope. maybe it’s because sing-shong is actually a married couple, but all the interactions between even minor characters are a convincing blend of awkward rambling, suggestive humor, sharp remarks, and casual banter. in other words, this cast of mostly working adults (plus a teen and two kids) talks like working adults. the relationships built throughout the story are, frankly, some of most realistic of its genre. sing-shong has managed to craft a dynamic that undoubtedly brims with fluffy fondness all around, but also drips with sarcastic tension, with unspoken urgency, with a wariness that softens into sincerity over the course of many, many chapters. it’s the kind of progression that makes even stock characters read like more than just the 2-bit villain or comrade or love interest. here, we have relationships both straightforward and not, strained or otherwise, romantically-oriented as well as decidedly the opposite -- and then numerous others scattered along the spectrum with the freedom to shift either way.

it’s also an interesting point of note that our MC kdj actually does not end up with a stated romantic partner, much less a conventional heteroromantic harem. he gets teased about that fact from time to time, but it’s with less of the sleazy shonen locker room humor one would expect and more of the good-natured ribbing you’d find among friends or that one especially nosy auntie at the yearly family reunion. kdj is a grown ass man. in the background, i applaud his maturity, and he handles all the prodding like a champ.

so instead of finding and fulfilling his horny, he builds himself a wealth of loving family. yeah, there are beautiful men and women around him. yeah, they unequivocally adore him. but they’re also adults, and they have priorities, too -- which are not so much finding a way to bang kdj’s brains out and more so simply keeping the damn guy alive. this is truly not ‘oblivious mc with his thirsty, sex kitten harem’. it just so happens that a guy proves himself to be unflinchingly gentle and capable in an apocalyptic setting despite his broken self-esteem, and lots of people find that attractive, romantically and platonically.

it.. kinda makes sense? he’s a hard worker, thoughtful, and good with kids. kdj is the kind of guy you know would make a reliable partner, and anybody with eyes can plainly see and appreciate that.

and it’s not that our MC’s a total brick wall. in fact, it’s likely the opposite, and he’s just too darned repressed to admit it. from what has been implied, kdj does indeed recognize and accept love, or at least a primitive concept of it. i like to imagine that the kind of love that he ends up seeking out simply manifests itself more easily as acceptance and safety, as warmth and a home of people to return to every day. even better, the people who surround him know this, and they give him exactly that. it’s refreshing, and honestly, really sweet.

(as a side note, i really, really do appreciate the cosmic bi energy radiating off of kdj, who canonically earns the title of being loved by all and is all but in name married to yjh and hsy. he also respects women and small children and honestly anyone who isn’t total scum to him or his family. i respect that.)

but the happy stuff aside, you know it it just ain’t ORV without the generous screaming dollop of angst. admittedly, there’s self-sacrifice, injury, lonesome wandering, more sacrifice, some epic fighting, reunion and confrontation. all of it is a lot to digest, sure, but never does it feel entirely hopeless, or truly, truly heart-clenching. ORV, up until the final act, is a mostly light read. you relax in your chair, thinking that nothing beyond this point can disturb you.

yeah fucking right.

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and then the beginning of the end arrives. when the squad finally break through to their ‘ending’, the scene that kind of breaks me is the reveal of the Most Ancient Dream. it ties so much thematically into the little tidbits that we get of kdj’s past, and it though it feels like almost a joke that the source of the goddamn apocalypse is a kid with bruises smeared across his skinny ass body -- it’s such a pathetic picture that it’s kinda poetic, actually. you’re left mystified but somewhat convinced, like a math problem explained halfway through. this.. child.. is a villain somehow, isn’t he?

and then 999th turn uriel speaks up, and she. just. hugs him.

[[You are this universe’s most powerless existence, aren’t you.]]

that. that gets me. kdj’s reaction immediately upon this revelation? absolute murder. seeing him essentially self-destruct upon realizing that all these people he’s surrounded himself with -- some who continuously proclaim their loyalty and affection for him throughout their journey, some who suffered eons of war and loss and trauma because of his existence -- not only forgive his younger self but smother him with unconditional acceptance and love is stifling, is too vulnerable and exposed and he simply can’t cope -- it’s so telling of his true mentality, of his crippling insecurity and crumpled sense of self-worth. kim dokja is a liar, through and through, so much that he fails, or perhaps refuses, to comprehend the veracity of others’ kindness and love towards himself.

by some miracle, the events at the end of the world somehow resolve.. or so it seems. there is a departing train, a liberated team of ex-gods, and a child rousing from his slumber. in the aftermath, i am left shaking. somehow, despite the ending having been (happily?) reached, there’s still another chapter ahead. what is this witchcraft?

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and then ah, yes -- the epilogue arc. i teetered on the edge of being critical for a little bit there -- is that display of deus ex machina, of sad, self-sacrificing nobility a bit too egregious to be acceptable? is this some wild last let-me-yank-this-outta-my-ass plot twist to drag out the chapter count? i sincerely thought that the arc before it would have been the finale. i was wrong. thank god.

anyways, as an answer to the above: no, and no. i stake my firm claim on the belief that the epilogue arc was meticulously planned out well in advance of its release, confusing and time-warpy as it is. i liked it. tremendously. even if it entirely invalidates all of kdj’s supposed development (”haha lol yeah sure i won’t sacrifice myself or anything anymore guys don’t worry about me” -- KDJ, at some point because he’s a lying rat bastard). actually, our beloved MC disappears for a large chunk of this arc, and i think it’s great. in his absence, the other characters not only go absolutely fucking nuts, but they have to figure out this new problem on their own, even if the lure of peaceful complacency in the newly saved Korea might convince them otherwise.

and then the whole time paradox thing comes around. yjh goes to space, hsy saves the only life she can, and kdj grows up. the crew waits, holding onto their hope even if it bleeds them dry. sing-shong does a damn good job of illustrating their fraying calm, their lurking madness, the unseen but pervasive depression that seeps in from kdj’s absence. the kids lose their father, lhs and jhw lose their reliable leader figure, ysa loses a best friend and confidant, lsk -- as distant as she pretends to be from her son -- loses her only child. and then there’s hsy and yjh , who are essentially bereft of the other half of their existences. their pain is palpable, is grounded in the hopeless, gnawing frustration of an utterly meaningless victory. emotionally, ORV hits all the right -- if agonizing -- beats.

however, a story can’t sustain itself just through its pathos. i’m happy to say that ORV doesn’t drop the ball after the first milestone, and after all the hurt, the characters do leap straight back into action. even better, the plot holes actually do get patches, and the poetic cycle of writer, protagonist, and reader comes full circle by making use of all those supposedly throwaway characters from the myriad world lines.

at the end of the road, there is a distinct sense of unity, of a delicate but undeniable cohesion to the world lines and their origins. sing-shong lets us guess a little here at the finish, but there’s just enough information to feel hopeful. maybe there never had been a definite start -- or finish -- to the story of kdj company, and... that’s okay. everybody ends up where they were meant to be, where they fought and struggled to reach. it’s.. almost like a happily ever after, if we’re allowed to dream of that.

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now, i realize, this was all an orchestrated maneuver.

i’ll take it.

to me, all of this work sounds like someone put some serious thought into this behemoth of a plot. it cements the entire original premise of the story. it suggests -- but never explicitly confirms! -- the possibility that breaking free of the cycle is possible through the exact same system that sustains it. it’s terribly interesting -- and inspirational! with all the dramatic revelations and life-threatening scenarios and the cast’s resigned acceptance of them that essentially make up ORV’s entire mood, there’s still that last hint of rebellious and righteous anger that lights up the whole damn nebula. it’s like the kdj company blasting away at the heavens just to yell into the nether: we’re not looking for the happy end, but the free one. stay alive.

it’s subtle, and yet it’s such an emotional gut punch. i came away with the most ruinous, frustrating, bittersweet sense of longing in ages. i pined. for these fictional darlings. god, i am weak.

so. yeah. ORV is pretty good. flawed, but ambitious and impressively thought out. i’m stoked that the webtoon is making pretty good progress, even if it’ll take an eternity and a half to meet that monstrous chapter count. i’m still gonna follow it. hell yeah.

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(by the way the idea that secretive plotter and co are literally gonna take care of and raise baby kdj and spoil him and be the best friggin family a kid could ever want does things to me. protect him. he’s suffered too much. let at least one worldline’s version of him know happiness. and actually, aLL OF THEM DESERVE DOMESTIC BLISS TOGETHER IN A BIG OL MANSION WITH SUN AND FRESH AIR AND TENDER FAMILY MOMENTS UGH)

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and there you have it, folks. you made it to the end. in the far, far distance, i’m cheering you on and crying my eyes out in gratitude. thanks for tuning in!

#omniscient reader #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #fanart #kdj happiness rights!#protect him!#let! him! have his big house! with everyone! he loves!#please!#long ass emotional screeching #look i can't do him justice with drawing but hell can i yell out my love for him :'^DD

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sirene312 · 3 years

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i'm back at home

This have to be the first time that the reason I disappeared here was not because I lost my internet, I don't even know how to start the nightmare that these last two-three months have been. What happened to me it's something so horrendous that i need to get this out of my chest now that i have the chance so i don't have to think about this whole experience ever again. sorry in advance but this is going to be a long post.

Before you read this I want you to keep in mind that I live in a south american country falling apart with many problems (here's a translated thread (x) of the things happening on in my country. here’s the original with images (x) caution some images are distressing) where crazy things like this happen with impunity because literally nothing here works and that includes justice.

My dad passed away suddenly at the end of August, my brother and I went to his house that is on the other side of the city, and when we got there, apparently there were some “friends” living with him: a man, a woman and a child. At the time, since I was distracted by being utterly devastated and my mind was clouded with pain i didn't realize what this could mean, after all my dad had many many friends, but still i thought it was a little weird since we talked to my dad frequently on the phone and he never told us about these randos.

After the funeral, since we still needed to do more legal stuff and wanted to save to give him a proper grave/tombstone we decided to stay and live at my dad’s house (now ours by law) for a few weeks until we took care of everything. and this is where the nightmare starts.

We asked these "friends” of his when they would leave and go back to their place and they never gave us a clear answer, they were very evasive and never told us why they didn't want to go to their own home... and you know why? because they didn't have one. They were squatters. Here they are called “invaders” and you can read in these news articles (x) how they act (x), in our case these squatters were non violent but they did make our lives hell, because since we couldn't get them out we had to live with them or we would have lost our dad’s house and everything inside.

In this stupid country if the squatters got into your home in a non violent way, you can't just force them to get out. Yes, you read that right. That is why we didn't went to the police, we knew they weren't going to do anything, they only do something if you have money, have contacts in the police, or a bunch of people make a fuss and attract media attention.

The only thing we could do legally was go to la Fiscalía (I don't know what's the equivalent in English the persecution I think?) and file a complaint and some other paperwork, all that legal process can take years and meanwhile, the squatters can live there as they please and you can’t get inside your home again or get your things out...God...as you can imagine that was definitely not an option.

After much thought we decided to sacrifice some of the money we had and got a lawyer for advice in what to do, and she said that while she searched for another legal way to get them out asap, we had to live in the house and don't ever leave it unoccupied, always my brother or I had to be there, because otherwise the squatters could change the locks and then there would not be anything we could do to get back in. I didn't want to do that but we had no other choice. Nothing could have prepared us to the things we would have to endure there.

Here are some the horrible things they did while we were living there:

They rearranged everything inside the house. We just lost our dad and I couldn't even keep the memory of how his house was decorated and how his things looked the way he had them. they moved around every little thing. it stills hurts, they had not right.

They STOLE many things of my dad. They were only old things with very little value, but to me, their sentimental value was incalculable. like for example imagine that favorite chipped coffee mug your mom loves, or your grandpa reading glasses, or that comfy cardigan your granny likes to use when knitting, now imagine that a random stranger took them without permission and is using them as they please, worse because your loved one is no longer here and that is the only thing you had left of them. Now you have an idea of how sad and indignant i felt.

They never wore masks or didn't even wash their hands, they didn't care they were putting us all at risk with their lack of hygienic measures, in fact mocked us because we were super clean and wore masks when they were near us.

The woman pretended to have a serious medical condition and would threaten to report us for attempted murder if we spoke to her in any way that she wouldn't like because getting “upset” triggered her “condition”. Which is ironic since I’m the one with a heart condition and she could have jeopardize my health with all the stress she and her husband were subjecting me everyday.

They turned all the neighbors against us! that evil woman would pretend to have “fits” of “her disease” right on the street were the neighbors would witness it to gain sympathy and later tell them that we caused her that, they believed her and everyone on our street hated us, and even all of them signed a bullshit letter to have us evicted from our own house and to let them keep the house. Good thing that wasn't legal and the government office ignored that ridiculous letter.

They used everything inside the house without permission, like our refrigerator, the kitchen appliances, the washing machine, the stereo, our water and food, our frigging clean bed sheets, it was like that was their home and WE were the intruders. that made me so so mad.

They psychologically tormented us. They took advantage of our emotionally fragile state to do and say things to get us so upset so we would leave the house for good. And they almost got it, my mental health was a mess, grieving and dealing with this was too much but our mom convinced us to stay, she said our dad wouldn't have wanted us to lose our house to these damn thieves.

and speaking of theft...they even tried to steal OUR DOG. The kid one day said “this is now my dog! our new dog, my mom said so!” and i was like wHAT NO! but i just said something like “but we love him we’ll be very sad and lonely if he's not by our side” bc i didn't want to upset the kid. She was very sweet and innocent, she and I actually got along well and played sometimes (she gave me drawings that i still have and i gave her some paper crafts and my childhood toys) it was not her fault that her parents were evil. That horrible man wasn't even her father, he treated her bad, god I hated how he yelled at her and made her cry she was just a little child, i wish i could have had the power to do something.

At this point you must be thinking, why the hell were you acting like a doormat?? why did you allowed them to treat you like this!! why didn't you do something!? oh believe me I was very vocal in my discontent and didn't give them an inch, but the thing is there was little we could do, if we tried to talk to them they ignored us at best, police were not going to help (we at one point did end up going to the police station just to get told what we already knew: that they couldn't do anything), and even when one day i snapped and i told them to leave us alone and not touch our things, they just brushed me off. They knew if things escalated and violence of any kind were used against them we could be in legal trouble (same applied to them, that's why they never physically attacked us). We were alone in this battle, didn't have the support of anyone. What else we could do? our hands were tied.

We had to endure all this shit non stopping every day we were there. I was saving all my limited phone data for important things like calls and messages to my mom and my lawyer, so my only source of entertainment was the cable TV, I can't believe that what kept me sane was watching old reruns of Cupcake Wars and home improvement shows.

But the more time passed the more this situation was unbearable and we were not doing well, this distressed my mom so much that she decided to pack a small suitcase and go stay there with us, we didn't want her to do that because she is an elderly woman and her health could be at risk but she didn't care and just show up one evening and let me tell you, after months of not seeing her when she walked through that door i was so happy and relieved and emotional that i started crying two seconds flat and we just hug her for a long time. Damn these people for causing us to be apart when we needed our mom the most.

Now with our mom there I think they felt threatened and so those pathetic fools went so far as to make a false document where it said that they were “our tenants” so they could be protected by law and could stay there “legally” for at least a year or two. That stupid stunt would be their downfall.

We were cited to go to a govt office that deals with rent and housing problems where they were going to present that bogus document, the office needed for all parts to be present there, so my bro, our lawyer and I got there and later the squatters and their kid since they were using the scarce public transport. My mom stayed back at the house alone. I don't know if it was luck or divine intervention (or karma in their case) that the woman in charge couldn't make it and the audience got postponed for the following month, our lawyer was fuming she didn't want those horrible people to spend another whole month at our house, she called my mom and told her to lock all doors and don't let anyone in, we quickly got into the lawyer’s car and got to the house first before the squatters and we put a huge padlock on the door! That way they wouldn't be able to get in, they only had keys (that were originally our spare keys that they stole) to the front door.

I can't even begin to describe how nerve wracking was all this, but for the first time i felt hopeful because finally things were in our favor, now if those squatters tried to get inside of our private property by force they could get in serious trouble. How the turntables bitch!

And that's how we could GET THEM OUT AT LAST.

When they realized they couldn't do anything more than pace furiously on the sidewalk they left (the woman tried having one of her “fits” to get people’s attention but since it started to rain she quickly gave up ha!). We thought they were going to stay in any of the neighbor's houses but they left to who knows where. A few days later we changed the locks and we got our uncle to go stay and live in the house while we finish sorting the legal papers. The only thing i felt sorry was for the kid but we later learned that the squatters found another house to take over the very same day we locked them out, so i know at least that poor little girl is not sleeping on the streets. I feel sad every time i think of her, this is not how a child should be living bc of her deplorable parents. i wish i could have had the chance to say goodbye to her in better terms.

I still can't believe all this happened to us when all we wanted was to get through grieving our dad and give him a better grave with some flowers. Hopefully we can finally finish saving and get that done now that we don't have to stress 24/7 over people wanting to make our lives hell.

I would have liked for this insanely horrible experience to end with them receiving punishment for what the did to us, but by this country standards when dealing with this kind of situation we were very lucky, this was the best outcome many people has told us, and honestly I'm just happy that it's over and I'm back at my home with my family and I’m sleeping on my own bed again.

Last but not least I want to thank everyone that took the time during these months to send me their lovely messages and their condolences, and were very supportive and understanding of my situation, although now is when I'm able to read them, they have made me very happy thank you so much for all your kindness.

and now to end on a high note here's Tomy our sweet dog, that belong to us and we get to keep because he’s ours :)

#personal #since i got here all i have been doing is sleep i feel so tired i guess that's how my body is dealing with the aftermath of all this

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