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I keep thinking about how aggressively tall Hunter is compared to the rest of his friends. The way he literally just towers over all of them never ceases to amuse me.
Like look at this
This kid is like a fucking tree-oh wait
#ik he’s older than them BUT DUDE#it just looks so funny#they’re so smol and he’s just#a literal tree#maybe Caleb was just tall too#i just remember reading Hunter is apparently between 5’9 and 6’1#idk if that’s true bc it’s not from an official source#either way#this dude is tall as hell#toh#the owl house#the owl house spoilers#toh spoilers
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⭐️ STAR TREATMENT (miguel o'hara band au)
summary: you're trying your best to adjust to being a band manager, but miguel's not making it easy...
wc: 929
cw: use of y/n, mentions of alcohol/drinking, miguel is still an ass
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after a couple weeks & a couple dozen hours of research, you were finally getting into the groove of being a band manager. the sounds of spider sense's newest song filled the rehearsal studio.
"stop, stop, stop..." dean suddenly said, the music slowly coming to a halt. "miguel, you're like 2 whole seconds ahead of everyone else, we can't play right if you're off."
"maybe you're the one that's off, dumbass, you ever think about that, huh?" miguel snapped back.
"actually..." you spoke up. "you were a little ahead, everyone else was on beat."
"cállate, this isn't your place-"
"but it is my place..." you said. "as your manager, i'm supposed to keep things running smoothly, & you're not exactly helping."
he grunted as he got up from behind his drums, approaching you & making you back up against the wall, his tall figure looming over you. "you wanna say that again?" he growled, looking down at you intensely, his eyes almost glowing bright red.
you stood your ground, staring back up at him with a gaze just as intense as his. it was hard to focus, hearing his heavy breathing, feeling not only his eyes on you, but the rest of the band's, but you refused to look away.
he finally gave in, breaking away & walking towards the door. "i need a sec," he said as he left the studio.
"alright, everyone take 5..." caleb said before walking over to you. "hey, are you okay?"
"yeah, i'm fine."
"dude... how the hell did you do that?"
"do what?"
he scoffed. "'do what?' you stood up to miguel! i'm nowhere near brave enough to do that."
you laughed a bit. "i don't know how i did it, either. it's just... i don't don't know what his problem is."
"me neither... look, [y/n], just ignore him, you're doing an amazing job as our manager & he's only gonna get in the way."
"alright, thank you, caleb," you said as you gave him a hug.
"no worries, everything will be alright..."
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the band had another gig tonight, & you were supposed to arrive an hour before. you rushed through the doors that lead backstage. "sorry i'm so late!" you said, but it didn't seem to be too much of a problem, finding the members just hanging out, dean just finishing tuning up. "um, miguel, what do you think you're doing?"
"what?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
you walked up to him as he was sprawled out on the couch. "you have a show in 30 minutes... look, i know we're in a bar & everyone else is drinking but that doesn't mean you should be..." you scolded as you crossed your arms.
"so who you gonna call? the martini police?" he said in a sarcastic tone as he took another sip.
"c'mon, man..." dean said as he grabbed the drink away from his hand. miguel scoffed & put his hands up in defense, before starting to leave the room. "you better not be getting another fuckin' drink, mate..."
"i'm not, i'm not..." miguel insisted in an annoyed tone before leaving the room.
thankfully, miguel wasn't too drunk to perform, & they had another successful show. you walked on stage to congratulate them after they finished their set, hugging each of the members, except miguel, obviously, you figured it was best to steer clear of him.
"excuse me," a voice said, you turned around to see a short man in a button up shirt. "i'm rich webb of webb records, i've heard a great deal about your band... are you their manager?" he asked you.
holy shit. "um, yes sir, i'm [y/n] [l/n], nice to meet you..." you said as you shook his hand.
"oh, the pleasure is all mine..." he said with a smile. "all the amazing things i've heard about all of you are true... the way your music sounds so classic yet so unique, a creative blend of so many rock subgenres with genius lyrics, it's unbelievable! they way you use your musical talents to bring out the best in each other's sounds, & the way your personalities are so different yet blend so well together creates such an incredible stage presence, this truly was one of the best shows i've seen in awhile."
"really? you liked it that much?" caleb asked, you could practically see sparkles in his eyes.
"yes... in fact, i liked it so much, i want to offer you a record deal..." all of your mouths fell open. "i'd like to work on recording an album & maybe setting up a tour, i've seen you have quite the fan base across the country for a band who just plays small gigs... but you have serious potential, you guys are going places... so, whaddya say?"
"are you kidding? of course we're accepting!" caleb exclaimed, going up to rich & hugging him for a second before quickly letting go. "sorry, got too excited..."
"it's fine... so we'll be meeting again so to discuss details & work out a contract, we can schedule that soon, here's my card." rich said as he handed you his business card.
"thank you so much, sir, i'll look at my schedule so we can meet as soon as possible..." you said as you shook his hand again.
"perfect, i'll see you soon," he said as he waved back at us before leaving. after he left, we all turned to each other with wide eyes.
"boys, we're goin' on tour!" caleb announced & i smiled, i couldn't be happier.
an: hi again, tysm for reading part 2 of star treatment! if any of y'all know the song this fic's named after, u prob caught the lyric ref teehee 🤭 also, idk much about band managers/record execs so i was just googling shit & it's prob not 100% accurate... lmk if u have any questions (my inbox is always open!) or wanna be tagged in new chapters! reblogs r greatly appreciated :)
credit to @benkeibear for the dividers
part 3 out now!!
#star treatment#by spiderwriter2099#divider by benkeibear#miguel o'hara x reader#spider man 2099#spiderman across the verse#miguel o'hara#atsv#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#spiderman 2099#spider verse#miguel ohara x reader#miguel ohara x you#miguel ohara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#atsv x you#atsv x reader#miguel o'hara scenarios#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara fanfiction#astv miguel#miguel o hara x reader#astv#miguel o’hara x reader#atsv miguel#spiderman 2099 x reader#miguel o hara#spider man atsv#miguel x reader
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Forever heartbroken at the thought that Lucien was another victim of a hag, at the mercy of someone else's bargain with them--like Beau, like Veth. A deal he never made, but was still forced to pay the price. Even as it tore his family apart. Lucien, young and terrified and wallowing in guilt, haunted for years by all the people he was forced to lead to a little house in the woods. Unable to bear it any longer.
"'We did owe her. Mum and Da did, I mean, but I was the one who paid that blood price.' I'm not surprised you remember the way. His stomach lurched. 'I'd...lure folk out to her cottage. Da would hand me a little paper slip, and whoever it said, I'd convince them to come along, get them near her cottage, and she would charm them. You saw what happens after that.'"
"'We were punished for seeing what they couldn't. After a while I couldn't let it go on, couldn't look at myself or live with myself, so I burned down the caravan with all three of them inside, took my sister, and that was that...No more little songs. No more farces.'"
"If all along her demise only required a dagger to the heart, then why had he let it go on so long? A parade of faces whipped by, and Lucien abruptly had to know, had to see...he raced to the cottage and threw open the door. And there he saw the parade of faces again, lifeless and now stretched..."
Lucien who knows so intimately the same pain of Caleb's past, both of them desperate to do everything they can to turn back time, get their family back. But Lucien's parents never loved him like that, were never the kind and warm family that Caleb had. They abused him and his siblings for years. And then they forced him to be part of their deal with a hag.
And all the while, as a young child Lucien was leading dangerous people deep into the woods all alone, that very same witch always intended to add him to her collection one day too. Lucien's father sends others to their deaths so easily. If the hag had outright asked for his own child instead, would he even care? Because he didn't when the hag made their first son Empty, turned him into a hollow puppet.
And what Azrahari says to Lucien is just so chilling, such a violation of his autonomy. "My beautiful boy...I had hoped to make you mine one day. What a perfect specimen you would have made. Oh, how you would have been merry with laughter and dance..." (And the comment about being beautiful? Can't help remembering Jester calling Lucien dreamy, and how it takes him by surprise. How all his life he was made to feel different, cursed--an outcast--)
Thinking about "no more little songs." Thinking about how much Lucien actually loved the little plays and performances his family put on, still remembers his lines all these years later, still carries a love for song and dance that bleeds into Mollymauk. Molly, who does get to be "merry with laughter and dance," who fills the Emptiness Lucien always so feared with joy and warmth and love.
Making a happy life for himself, taking back the freedom and autonomy the hag and the Eyes all tried to steal from Lucien. And maybe a part of Lucien always recoils from Mollymauk because he reminds him too much of the haunting mirror image the hag tried to make him, the promise of eternal happiness while tying him with puppet strings. Lucien never quite believing that Molly is real or whole or free, that such a charmed life can be anything but a dream--like the one he always chased--
Thinking of how the thing Lucien wanted most was a happy family, the "once upon a time" fairytale life from the stories he always cherished, merry little songs and plays and dance. Stories as an escape, a familiar place of childhood comfort, something to cling to in his darkest moments.
"'Once upon a time, there was a happy family.' (He recognized the sweet, musical voice of Elatis...) 'Mother and Father loved their three children dearly, and they all lived in a green wooden house with tall windows and strong doors. Mother taught the young of a fine, rich family, and Father carved instruments for the kingdom's musicians. They never went hungry, they never quarreled, and their lives were golden for all their days.'"
"'Once upon a time,' he said, eyes open and staring across the dome gathering snow. 'There was a happy family, and they were that way for a little while. Something tore them apart from the inside out...There was a happy family, and then it was gone.'"
"Once upon a time, there was a happy family... In the dream they would be whole again. In Cognouza, it would all be fixed...He told himself it wasn't too far gone, then pulled his shoulders back and clawed raw wounds down his monstrous face, smiling all the while, his teeth becoming fangs becoming tusks. Once upon a time..."
Thinking of how it's ultimately the Moonweaver who's able to make those dreams a reality, who gives them the second chance he's always begged for. "Once upon a time--" "Twice upon a time--" "Thrice upon a time--" When a part of him became Molly. When the two of them become Kingsley.
"'Once upon a time,' she says, then her milk-white eyes pop upon in surprise and she giggles. You want to stay here forever, in her odd, forever-moving sensuality. 'No, twice upon a time. Now we can begin. Begin again, I mean.'"
"Here we go: Once upon a time, twice upon a time. She pauses and giggles. 'Thrice upon a time, f--' Her white brow furrows. 'Hang on. What comes after thrice? Does anyone know?...Isn't that the strangest thing? There is nothing after thrice in the sequence, it just ends there. But that doesn't seem right, does it? Or fair. Well. I think we shall just have to make it up."
Thinking about a young and terrified tiefling whose parents handed him over to a witch, who was offered the illusion of happiness and freedom again and again, but always it came with chains. Who always feared becoming Empty, who was almost made into a doll, a puppet, a hollow shell for a hag's entertainment, something to put on display like a grisly trophy, to puppet the strings like a marionette. Thinking about a goddess of Love who cradled this wounded soul in her arms, cut him free and sang him songs, made him the beloved king of a fairytale--
#mollymauk#lucien tavelle#sorry i am once again compromised by the nine eyes book and how much love lucien and molly both had to give#the fact that a hag tried to make him into a puppet is still just so haunting to me and just#im so glad that lucien ended her because it is terrifying to think of her waiting in the savalirwoods for molly to return#and if the nein meet isharnai again? I wonder if king will get back some painful memories about hags in the woods and deals and debts--#also something about how upset lucien is when the hag wont fight and how he doesn't like seeing people suffer or give in and just#lucien--
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [26]
chapter twenty-six, act three: so far (it's alright)
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April 14th 2015
Tommie sheds her jacket as she enters the bar she’s supposed to be meeting Caleb and his friends. She says goodbye to Phoebe, promising to meet her at her place when she’s done to run over a few ideas the upcoming singer has.
When she looks up, phone now in her back pocket and jacket on her arm she sees a new figure besides Caleb. For a second she thinks it's his little sister but then realises the blonde is too tall.
She remembers she's here to meet Shane’s new girlfriend and wonders if that's her, but a glance to their usual booth shows Shane with a girl on his lap as they get off.
She heads on over, sliding up beside Caleb who grins, kissing her cheek and then sliding an arm around her waist.
“Hey, babe, this is Emma, she’s an old friend of mine from Georgia. Emma, this is Caroline.”
Tommie raises a brow at the first name and stretches her hand out, “It’s actually Tommie, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Carol, can I call you Carol?”
“No.”
Caleb nudges her and she shrugs a little, “You’re from Georgia?” Emma nods, “You just moved out here?”
“No, no, just visiting. And I bumped into Caleb here, thought we haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to catch up.”
She lifts her head in a nod, “I’m gonna get some drinks and catch up with Mitchell, you two want anything?”
“We’re good, we just got some. I’ll come find you when it's time to go yeah?”
She nods, “Six, right? Promised Phoebe I’d help her out tonight, so I’ll go there whenever we’re done, no rush.”
He nods and kisses her cheek, “You’re too good to that girl.”
She shrugs, “She’s my only friend outside of the band.”
“Maybe you and I can be friends.” Emma suggests and Tommie lifts her head with a tight lipped smile trying not to be rude.
She squeezes Caleb’s hand and he smiles at her again, leaning down to peck her lips before she rounds the bar to where Mitchell is sitting at the bar in self-pity. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He says quietly, eyes glued to Emma’s hair as she flips it over her shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Eh.”
She follows his gaze across to Emma, “Old flame?”
“I wish, but no…”
“Crush?”
“Yeah…” He sighs, eyes watching her push her hair over her shoulder.
“Wanna talk about it?”
This is what she learns from Mitchell , she’s here in LA to see some band she likes as a birthday gift from her best friend. She’s just celebrating her thirty-first birthday, she’s a few months older than Caleb.
And they dated.
Not just dated. They were highschool sweethearts who got engaged the moment they left school. Literally the moment, he proposed in the car park as they left on their last day of school.
Then he started the band, and her religious picture perfect American dream family didn't agree with it. They wanted her to get a stable job in their family business back home in Georgia and keep going to church.
So she broke up with him, and left him completely heartbroken.
Leaving Mitchell, who had been in love with her for years before that, to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.
He opens up about how hard it was as he had been in love with her since they were kids, before either of them met Caleb. And then he cried over how hard it was seeing them so happy, how many times he'd comfort her when he saw her crying outside because stupid teenage Caleb had done something to upset her. She rubs his back gently letting him rant as she keeps her eyes on them.
When Mitchell has finally stopped crying and she’s sure he’s safe, she’d had to drag him outside with the help of Shane who she’d forced off of his girlfriend, (she’s also introduced herself to her, she was a sweet, kind girl called Crystal from, here in LA). They’d piled him in a cab and sent him home to James who was waiting for him after getting their call.
She checks her phone, seven thirty, they’re late, missed the reserved fancy dinner they’d booked for date night.
She sighs and hesitates to go over to him but then she does quickly, he smiles down at her, “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, uh, we’re a bit late.”
“Yeah, it’s alright, I’ll sort it, just a few more minutes? Can you grab my jacket, I’ll say goodbye.”
She nods, saying goodbye to Shane and Crystal, waiting at the door with both of their jackets.
She waits for five minutes, then ten, then twenty, fourty, when it nears an hour she sighs and walks over to them.
“I’ve missed you a lot, you know.”
“Yeah, me too. You know, I was thinking about you the other day-”
Tommie doesn't want to listen to more, she puts his jacket down behind him and walks outside, calling herself a cab and giving Phoebe's address.
“Hey.”
Phoebe lets her in, “I’ve got drinks, seem like you need them.”
She sighs, face planting on the sofa, making both Max, and Button, who Phoebe had agreed to dog sit for the day so they could have a playdate, look up at her.
“Wow, okay, what’s up?”
“Some pretty blonde woman who’s just- just perfect, with nice hair and nice teeth, and a nice smile, and she’s tall, and-and skinny. She’s nice. She’s the complete opposite of me.”
“Sounds boring.” Phoebe says lifting her legs to sit there and lets them fall back into her lap.
“I think I’m having a mental breakdown, what do I do?”
Phoebe shrugs, “Usually I just like, listen to emo music and dye my hair.”
Tommie sits up, “Will you help me?”
“Help you what?”
“Dye my hair.”
Phoebe frowns, moving to curl some ginger hair around her finger, “But, I love your hair.”
“Please?”
She sighs, “I only have the colour I use, so we’ll have to wait until the morning, when the stores open.”
“That colour will do, I like it.”
That’s how they ended up sitting in Phoebe’s bathroom on the floor, Tommie turned towards the wall while Phoebe sat on the closed toilet lid.
“Are you sure?”
She breathes in then sighs and as Phoebe lifts her hand she quickly leans forward, “Wait-”
“I knew you’d back out.”
“What if it doesn't suit me?”
“It will, you’re pale.” She says confidently then dumps it on her head quickly.
“Do you think you can cut bangs?”
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Phoebe did in fact not cut her some bangs, claiming she wasn't a hairdresser and she should go to professionals if she wanted to make that decision.
She did however dye her newly cut hair to the platinum colour that she had hers.
“What are you gonna do? Keep dying it?”
She shrugs, still looking in the mirror, “I’ll let it grow then when the ginger reaches my shoulders I’ll cut it back to this length.”
Phoebe lifts some hair up and tilts her head, “It kind of suits you. I mean, being ginger will always suit you more, definitely, you just have the bone structure of a ginger, and the eyes.”
She rests her hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror, “Gonna tell me what’s actually wrong now?”
Tommie shrinks back a little, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”
“Have you met me?”
She rings her hands together, walking out to sit on the settee, “I did a little internet stalking, found the three other girls he’s ever hooked up with since Emma, they all look like her. Tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, skinny, Christian citizen types. I’m- I’m nothing like that.”
Phoebe’s brows furrow, “Yeah, you’re not a boring carbon copy, he’s got a new type, so what?”
“The other girls, they’re the type you take home to meet the parents, yeah? I’m the type you have on the arm to keep an interesting conversation going. To impress someone. Not to- to love, to have a family with. I’m not the type his mother wants him to have.”
Phoebe scoffs, “What does that bitch know? You know, it’s amazing how much someone can say when they don’t know what they’re talking about.”
She shifts closer, “Look, we’ve only known each other literally like two months, but I already consider you one of- if not my closest- friend. Not just in the industry, in the whole fucking world, okay? I’m not saying this because of that, I’m saying this because it's the truth. You’re amazing, you’re beautiful, inside and out, you’re great at what you do and you’re so fucking perfect sometime it makes me what to physically hurt you or make out with you, sometimes I can’t decide.”
Tommie laughs and lets her head fall to Phoebe's shoulder, the singer pulls her closer kissing the top of her head affectionately, “If Caleb can’t see that then you should break up with him.”
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April 15th 2015
“Woah…”
George’s eyes widen as he looks up at the opening door causing the rest of the guys to look at the door.
Tommie pauses when she sees their eyes on her, she turns, finding no one behind her, then looks at them again, “What?”
“Who are you?”
Matty’s the first to reach her, eyes squinted as he tugs her head to the side, “Where’s the ginge?”
“I dyed it- well, Phoebe dyed it for me.”
He squints his eyes further, picking at it, “I don’t like it.”
“Thanks.” She says with a fake smile, she lifts her chin, acting like the comment didn;t just make her question every single decision she’s ever made.
Adam’s next in line, “What you do that for?”
She shrugs, “Just… fancied a change, that’s all. Is that a crime?”
“I think being a nice ginger and dying your hair should be a crime.” Ross says.
She tilts her head at him, he’s laid on his back on the floor staring at the ceiling, “A nice ginger?”
He nods, “You’re a nice ginger. But like… Ed Sheeran, he’s just like… fucking neon orange. Looks like a highlighter. But you’re like… almost like Emma Stone.”
“Almost?”
“Almost. Emma Stone is fucking stunning.”
“Agreed.” The entire room says together.
Tommie lifts a hand to push the hair over her shoulder, “I just… I needed to do something dramatic, I mean, I’m not the worst out of us,” She lifts a hand to George, “G can’t even get a brush through his hair.”
“You said you liked my hair.”
“I do, when you’ve brushed it. It looks like a bird's nest right now.”
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April 26th 2015
Tommie falls through the open door of the studio, running right over to the spare chair beside George that is usually occupied with Matty and slams her little leather notebook down.
“I wrote a song.”
George takes one half of the headphones off and hums as he looks over at her and she repeats her words, “I wrote a song.”
“Can I see?”
She nods, opening the book to that page and chews on her nail, “You know, it’s not finished, not yet. I think there’s a few things I can tweak, with help from you and Matty. I kind of have a whole guitar thing in my head for it but-”
“No tweaking needed, it’s great, Tommie.” He raises a brow then, “I’m a lesbian kiss’?”
She closes the book, “It makes sense to me, in my head, it’s my thoughts.”
“Why are you a lesbian kiss?” He perks up a little and leans closer, “Have you broken up with Caleb for a woman? Does she have a friend? A hot friend?”
“No, no and no.” She tells him quickly, “It’s just something Phoebe said to me last night.”
“She offered to kiss you?”
“No, it’s just- it’s a metaphor.”
He nods slowly, “What’s it about?”
“Well, you know, I’m atheist, yeah?” He nods his head, “And Caleb’s all religious and shit, and, I don’t know. Guess I just feel stupid compared to him, wonder if I believe in some kind of higher power, place all my blame and guilt on that will it make life a little easier for me?”
He starts setting everything up, turning things on with a quick flick, “Wanna jump in and record it?”
She shakes her head quickly, “It’s for Matty to sing, not me.”
“Well, if you want it to be your vision, you’re gonna have to jump in and set the tone for him to follow.”
She nods in reluctance, grabbing her acoustic guitar to strum a little tune as she sings the lyrics to her song titled ‘If I Believe You’.
She does it in one take, coming back out for them to listen together. George makes suggestions on what they can do, he takes the backing track from an unfinished and untitled song adding it in with her voice. He does a few cool echo effects as the time stretches on and even suggests all of them in there together for certain parts.
Tommie suggests a Gospel choir, to give the religious feel a bit more edge and George is calling Jamie, leaning back in his chair.
“What's this one?”
She hovers the mouse over the one labelled ‘Baby’, “Can I listen?”
“Wait, Tom-”
‘So I heard you found somebody else
And at first, I thought it was a lie
I took all my things that make sounds
The rest I can do without
I don't want your body
But I hate to think about you with somebody else
Our love has gone cold
You're intertwining your soul with somebody else
I'm looking through you
While you're looking through your phone
And then leaving with somebody else
No, I don't want your body
But I'm picturing your body with somebody else-’
George turns the recording off the moment he can get out of the booth, turning to her slowly as she sits in the chair staring at the little play button.
She turns to look at him slowly, “Did he…” She pauses to take a deep breath in and then slowly lets her eyes lift back up to his, “Did he write that about…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, George remains silent and she mutters his name softly but firmly at the same time.
“Yes.”
He tells her, “But I wasn’t supposed to let you heart it, not yet, I mean-”
She gets up quickly, looking around for her phone and grabbing her hoodie to pull on over her vest, “Where are you going?”
“How long do I have? Until he’s set to be here?”
George scarves to look at the time, “Uh, forty minutes?”
She nods, “I’ll be back then.”
“Tom! Tom, where are you going?”
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How tall are Caleb,Philip, Robyn, Cat...
Just curiosity 😀
Oh no, height- my other weakness in decision making 😭😭😭
My problem is I never think about height, I just draw the characters. So now, in order to answer this I have to use my non-existent estimating skills based on my drawings and using myself and my family members as references. It may not make too sense so maybe imagine a "ca." in front of them all </3
Caleb - 1,83m (6')
Philip - 1,80m (5'9'')
Cat/Eve - 1,77m (5'8'')
Robyn (at 15) - 1,75m (5'7'')
Andrew - 1,77m (5'8'')
Silvia - 1,69m (5'5'')
Micah (at 15) - 1,81m (5'9'')
Breena - 1,68m (5'5'')
Neil - 1,86m (6'1'')
Makenna - 1,68m (5'5'')
Feya - 1,65m (5'4'')
Ahana - 1,65m (5'4'')
Daraja - 1,72m (5'6'')
I tried guys, I tried 😭
Maybe now I'll also be able to have some consistency in the heights,, maybe,, hopefully,,
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I've been writing some smut for two of my OCs in the Turn fanfic You've Caught Me Between Wind and Water, Lt. Jameson Mullcock and Lt. Frederico Ridgewell. It's going really well, so well in fact that I might end up submitting it to an erotica magazine in the future--which would prevent me from posting it on AO3.
To that end, to cover my own disappointment, here's some bits of lore for these two, gratis:
Background
Frederico
Full name is Frederico “Dico” Miguel Carvalho dos Reis Ridgewell
He is a Portuguese-American (mother is Portuguese) and stands in for the many Portuguese-American contributions to the Continental Army (go look up Pedro "Peter" Francisco)
Father split when Frederico was young, he grew up with his mother in New York in a Portuguese neighbourhood
Speaks fluent Portuguese
James
Jameson Mullcock is just Jameson Mullcock, but he goes by James
He is Irish-American and stands in for the many Irish-American contributions to the Continental Army (I explicitly wanted to include an Irish-American character because there were shitty stereotypes in the army against the Irish from other nationalities; like, we have primary sources for this)
James does not disclose he is half-Irish when he enlists and just lists his birthplace as Philadelphia
His mother is Abaigeal Noiréis (Abigail Norris), born in Galway, Ireland (thank you @mercurygray for naming her and helping me with her backstory!)
She is Catholic and married a Protestant British soldier she met during the occupation of Ireland, then followed him to England and then Pennsylvania and had to keep her faith secret
James is raised Protestant and only knows a little of the Catholic faith, which he keeps secret (because there was a considerable anti-Catholic sentiment in parts of the colonies)
Knows a little bit of Irish and wishes he knew more but doesn't think he'd be welcome (or feel comfortable) among the Irish soldiers and officers
Personality and looks
Frederico
olive skin, dark eyes, tousled dark hair
enough weight on him to look conspicuously healthy at Valley Forge in 1777
exactly as athletic as he looks but not quite as intelligent
drop dead gorgeous and doesn't care
cinnamon roll, too pure for this world, is the only one unaware that people believe this of him
a dark horse so dark you can't even see him coming
James
pale enough to look anemic, eyes and hair too light for people's comfort
tall, gangly; gaunt, even by Valley Forge standards
more athletic than he looks and more intelligent too
sarcastic slacker who's too smart to let people know how much more responsibility he's capable of taking on
has maybe two vices (tea and tobacco) that he'll hold onto, everything else he's already resigned himself to losing
would rather light his arm on fire than go after something he wants in a direct, open, and honest manner (and be Seen? Are you mad?)
Occupation
and the whole reason I put this post together, which is to remind future Apfel that they are 2nd LIEUTENANTS in LAMB'S CONTINENTAL ARTILLERY which was reorganized in 1777 from LAMB'S INDEPENDENT COMPANY NEW YORK ARTILLERY which drew from artillery companies in NEW YORK, CONNECTICUT AND PENNSYLVANIA. OKAY??
AND ARTHUR GARRICK IS A 1ST LIEUTENANT AND CAPTAIN ARMISTEAD FOLK IS THEIR CAPTAIN. AND PERKINS IS THEIR ENSIGN. IT'S ALL ONE GROUP. REMEMBER THIS!
CALEB WAS PART OF THIS GROUP. THEY WERE ALSO IN PEEKSKILL AND AT THE WHITEMARSH ENCAMPMENT.
YOU ALREADY WROTE LAMB INTO THE STORY IN CHAPTER 8.
YOU ALREADY FIGURED THIS OUT.
YOU DON'T NEED TO RESEARCH IT AGAIN.
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@georgios-kyriacos, I believe you expressed interest in these two :)
#Apfelessig#You've Caught Me Between Wind and Water#turn amc#my fanfic#the writing echo chamber#swear to god if I have to find another surprising connection years down the line about this freaking army#thank god that regiment drew from those exact three colonies I didn't want to have to rethink their backgrounds#long post#also Garrick's and Mullcock's name come from a Tumblr User's suggestions and i can't find the username??? I'm so sorry!!#also in looking for that information I uncovered notes from 2020 that told me that Perkins does actually have a first name#that I have never mentioned#and it is Sidney#this discovery makes me feel slightly more charitable toward him than I have ever been in the story#also Ridgewell's name was originally meant to be John
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PARTIES: @dirtwatchman and @thenavysealkie
TIMING: Current
SUMMARY: Caleb needs to clear his head so he goes to the beach. He runs into Marcus in seal form and wants to leave but something is telling him to stick around...and it's being very forceful.
CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
That nagging feeling that someone, or something, was following him had yet to go away. It had been a few days now where Caleb could feel some sort of presence lurking around him, hidden somewhere in the shadows, but he wasn’t quite sure what was going on or why for that matter. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt like he was being followed in this town but it was the first time it had been so persistent for so long.
He needed a distraction, something to keep his mind off of what could possibly be going on, and when he was younger those distractions came in the form of nature. There were so many beautiful places in this town, so many that he frequented when he was hiding out from home, but Caleb had found himself on the shores of Vicker’s beach with the view of the lighthouse holding his gaze. The zombie kept watching the light go round and round as it informed the ships out at sea of the land mass, trying his very best to let go of that eerie feeling that had plagued him all day, but it wasn’t until there was movement a little ways down the stretch of beach that he’d started to forget.
His head turned, gaze torn away from the beauty of the tall building only to be caught by something large in the sand. He was almost hesitant to move towards it but he took a step forward since his eyes weren’t exactly reliable. For all he knew, Caleb could have been looking at a rock he hadn’t noticed already. He took a few more paces forward, watching as the shape formed into that of an extremely large looking seal. But that couldn’t be right. Seals weren’t that…big, were they? The zombie kept walking, all too aware that whatever presence was attached to him was coming along, but he stayed quiet so that he wouldn’t spook whatever it was that he was walking up to. There was no need for an animal attack on the beach tonight.
Another quiet and cold night on the icy coast of Wicked’s Rest. Marcus watched the sea for what felt like hours, and not a single ship seemed to be passing through. He was growing restless, having not shifted in a few days, and decided that while there was a lull in his duties he’d get a little exercise in while he still had the cover of night. The beach was typically quiet in the night time, especially in the dead of winter. Because of this, Marcus often didn’t worry much about being seen by anyone at this time. It did lead to him acting rather carelessly when he did transform.
As he approached the shore he casually produced his pelt from around his shoulders and began his transformation. As he felt his body change into his all too familiar seal like shape, he suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps in the sand around him.
Shit
That was all he could think to himself as he knew the footsteps must be approaching him. Whoever was here very likely saw him transform, but he did still have the darkness of night to help obscure him somewhat. Maybe they wouldn’t believe it was anything paranormal? Perhaps just a regular seal that they initially mistook for looking human? Regardless, panicking wasn’t going to do much to bail Marcus out of a potentially bad situation. Instead, he made his way into the sea and began to swim around, trying to act natural. He soon realized that he had left his human clothes right where he was standing before he transformed. He worried that whoever was there could easily put two and two together, and only hoped that they wouldn’t notice.
Okay, yea…that was a giant seal and he knew that it hadn’t been there before. Caleb had watched the shadows transform but from what he still wasn’t sure. At least not until he got to the spot that he’d been eyeing while simultaneously looking back at the animal in the water to try and make sure it wasn’t rushing him or something (They did that, right?). Seeing the clothes on the ground, his mind immediately went to Wyatt. The lamia took his clothes off to transform but hadn’t he said that lamia only turned into reptiles? Still, there were other shapeshifters out there. Werewolves came to mind but the zombie didn’t really think a seal bite was going to make someone transform every full moon…plus it wasn’t a full moon.
“Selkie…” It was a whispered word that ran through his mind but as it did a tingle of fear ran down his spine. That wasn’t a word he knew. It wasn’t something that he would have thought of on his own. Suddenly, Caleb had two different crises going on at once and he wasn’t sure which one to run from first. Though, he couldn’t outrun the feeling of somebody following him or the shadow that had formed at his feet and stretched around him without any source of light contributing. For some reason, he knew that word traveling through his mind had something to do with that shadow and there was no getting away from it right now.
But he could get away from that seal.
“Stay.”
This time, he turned his head towards that eerie entity, head swiveling as if he would be able to see it. It was so unnerving that he dug his feet into the sand right next to those clothes laying on the ground to show that he wasn’t going anywhere. Something made him think that obeying whatever this was had to be the best course of action. But since he couldn’t see it, Caleb looked back at the ocean towards where the animal…or person was swimming. His hands went to his jacket pockets, trying to make it seem like he was there to stay.
As Marcus continued his seal acrobatics in the water, he would occasionally shoot a glance back to the shoreline. To his disappointment, the man was still standing right near his clothes. In fact, it didn’t look as though he had any intentions of moving. While Marcus didn’t mind staying this way, something told him he’d have to reveal himself to this man sooner rather than later. He seemed very intent on staying put and waiting for Marcus to return to shore.
Rather than betray his fear of being discovered, Marcus opted to tackle the confrontation head on. After all, it wasn’t like he had many other options. He could swim down coast a bit and circle back to this house, but that would leave the issue of not having his clothes with him. While he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, he knew plenty of folks in town wouldn’t appreciate him flaunting himself over town, even if he had the cover of night obscuring most of him. And so, he confidently swam back to shore and shifted right back into his human form in front of the other man.
In spite of his compromising position, Marcus stood tall and puffed his chest out as an act of intimidation. “Can I help you? If not, I’d like to get my clothes back if you wouldn’t mind, Mr…?” He waited expectantly for the other man to give him his name while he reached for his clothes and started to put them back on.
“Y’know it’s rude to spy on people, you never know what you’ll end up finding out about them. And you may see more than you bargained for. What brings you to the beach so late at night anyway?”
It was as if the seal was putting on a show, Caleb transfixed for a moment as it kept up its antics in the water, but the real show came as the animal made its way back to the shore. For a split second the zombie wondered if he should run. He couldn’t die unless a seal knew to take his head off but growing back a limb was never fun to do and he didn’t feel like causing a scene in town as he searched for food. He was about to move his feet but that ever looming presence turned darker as if angered by the very thought of him wanting to run away.
He planted his feet again and suddenly the seal had transformed into the figure he thought he had glimpsed before…a very naked one at that. What was it with him and shifters? Were they all so casual with showing off their bodies? He hadn’t really given the man a choice though, had he?
Looking directly at the man’s face, Caleb let his eyes go wide as the other spoke to him. What kind of explanation could he give here? Somehow he thought ‘some shadow creature told me to stay so I stayed’ wouldn’t cut it but the man before him just turned into a seal and back so what did he know? “Right, yea, no I’m not trying to block you from your clothing.” He stepped away from them even as the other had already grabbed for them. “I’m Caleb, and I guess…curiosity killed the man or whatever that saying is.”
The other words had him nodding slowly, the whispered name that the shadows had given him earlier coming back so harshly that he briefly wondered if the dark had whispered it again. “Finding out about them…like that they’re a selkie?” He raised his eyebrows in question, mostly because he was wondering if that name was the correct one for this type of shift. “I needed to clear my head. There’s been a lot going on lately…like finding shifters on a deserted beach. No need to ask what you’re doing here, it’s kind of obvious. Sorry I interrupted your swim.”
Marcus listened to the man speak as he turned to face him, now fully dressed again. Curiosity was certainly a relatable excuse, he was a nosy bitch himself, but what would bring someone to this exact area of the beach at this time of night? Surely more than just curiosity?
“Curiosity definitely can kill a man here. I could have been something far more dangerous than a seal man. Luckily, you just caught a man during his nightly exercise. As you can imagine, I prefer to wait for the cover of night to avoid being seen. Clearly that didn’t work well tonight…” he trailed off, admitting to himself that he had definitely been a bit careless tonight. He knew if Caleb had meant him any harm he likely would have attacked by now, and thankful he wasn’t a threat.
“Maybe a selkie, maybe a man eating seal monster. All you saw was a weird seal and some clothes on the shore. You could have been seal food.” He said with a casual shrug of the shoulders. While he didn’t think there were any giant man eating seal monsters, the idea of one seemed threatening enough to dissuade Caleb from approaching strange animals in the future.
“I came here for the same thing. There’s nothing more calming than the waves crashing against the shore under the moonlight. It’s very peaceful.” Marcus then thought to the confrontational way he had approached Caleb and how he probably just spooked some poor guy out for a walk. “Sorry. I came in a little hot there, didn’t I? I just didn’t know what to expect and I was in sort of a compromising position. Didn’t really help you clear your head, did I?” He said, looking apologetically at Caleb.
“I know how dangerous some of these things can be.” How dangerous he could be if he got to a certain point. Caleb should have booked it as soon as he’d confirmed that the thing he saw was a giant seal. Seals could be vicious, seals who were actually men could have been so much worse. And yet, the danger he’d felt when he saw the animal was somehow less than the danger he felt with this entity around him. That was only amplified when the zombie felt fear travel down his spine as if the thing was laughing at his words. Only instead of sound ringing out over the beach he could only feel it. It was alarming.
Seal monsters. Why didn’t he doubt that could be a thing? Lips lifting into a ghost of a smile, he ran a hand over the back of his neck, trying to wave off some of the tension that was building inside of him. “I promise next time I see a giant seal I’ll run in the other direction.” It was assumed that he got the confirmation that he needed, that this man is called a selkie. Why it had been so important, he still wasn’t sure but he was relieved that the answer had been indirectly given which seemed to sate the shadowy area behind him. He could feel it, as if Caleb were somehow connected to the dark now.
“Yea, super peaceful.” If you weren’t being stalked. Eyes widening at the apology, the zombie shook his head. “No apologies necessary. If I could turn into a giant seal I wouldn’t want anyone witnessing me turning back…especially without clothes.” To be fair to the other, there probably wasn’t much that could get Caleb’s mind off of his current predicament. “It wasn’t really helping much anyway. This is a better distraction.”
As Caleb spoke, Marcus felt that the man almost seemed to be distracted in a sense. Like there was something far more pressing weighing on his mind other than a seal man confronting him in the middle of the night. “Dangerous hardly begins to cover it. It isn’t even just the creatures here, the water itself can swallow you up without a second thought.” Or really a first thought. As much as Marcus loved to personify the ocean it couldn’t actually think. It was indiscriminate in its force and that’s what made it so potentially terrifying.
“For what it’s worth, it’s good that you stuck around this time. There’s been a lot of…strange occurrences around town. Never know what’s lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Best to stay where the moonlight can at least offer some sort of refuge.” Marcus could sense it. Danger, a feeling of dread forming a heavy pit in his stomach. He couldn’t tell where, but he could tell it was close. Or perhaps his instincts were a bit over active at the moment, probably from the initial scare of stumbling upon Caleb in the first place.
“It’s just hard to know who you can trust with that kind of info. I’m glad you were friendly, I wouldn’t want to have to hurt you, after all.” Marcus said, giving a warning glance before cracking a more warm and friendly smile towards the man. He didn’t want to fully let his guard down yet, but Caleb seemed at least mostly harmless to him. “Well hey, I don’t own the beach. You can stick around as long as you like, but I should probably head back. No rest for the wicked, right?”
Little did Marcus know, the ocean couldn’t do much to Caleb. Being swallowed by the waves would only prove dangerous if other creatures were around to take him down otherwise the water couldn’t put his lungs in a chokehold like it could with regular humans. But he nodded at the warning anyway, glancing at the waves and wondering if he’d be safer there than on land where the shadows had their tight grip on him. “Yea, I’ll keep that in mind. The waves do get rough sometimes…assuming you’re talking about the current.”
Alarm was clear in his eyes when the other man spoke of the shadows. All he could wonder was if they were affecting him the way they were Caleb. Were they stalking him too? It was almost comforting to think that someone else was in this with him but as he thought about asking what the other meant a strong warning poured into him from all around. Every square inch of his body was on fire with it. He took in a deep breath of surprise before deciding against discussing the shadows with him, only nodding at the words once again. This man was going to think he was mute if he kept this up.
Seeing the warning in the selkie’s look, a nervous smile finally appeared. “Don’t worry. I know a thing or two about secrets. Nobody will hear it from me.” The chilling wheeze of a chuckle filled his mind. He instantly knew that it was from whatever was entwined in Caleb’s orbit, infiltrating every part of him. Again, he had to wonder if Marcus was feeling that too. It didn’t seem like he was but he could have been much better at hiding what was going on in his mind. “Right, no rest.” There was a weak attempt at a laugh but it was clear that the zombie was lost to the horrifying distraction in his own mind. “It was nice to meet you Marcus.”
“The current, sure” Marcus began, “but also the waves come in a lot farther than you’d think. A lot of folks I pull out were just walking too close to the shoreline, tempting fate. Fate often obliges them”.
Marcus shot a quizzical glance at the man, who currently seemed to be contemplating something. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, and Marcus wondered if there’d be a more sinister element to this conversation. However, the man simply nodded, not saying another word further to him about it.
“I’m glad to hear it. You seem like a good guy, Caleb. I should probably be heading off now, it’s getting pretty late now after all. You take care though. And I mean what I said earlier, be careful out there.” And with that final parting remark, Marcus made his way back towards his station. Oddly enough, as he moved away from Caleb the sense of dread slowly drained away from him the further he got. He chalked it up to nerves, and carried onward.
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Saw Boggie first and OF COURSE I want to know more about that but then I saw Jem and the Holograms and now I CAN'T DECIDE!!! So whichever you're more excited about? 😁
Please!
Hehe that's so fair! Thank you for the ask!!! Well I have the time so... we can talk a bit about both!
Boggie Roommate Stuffy is the fic that refused to write itself. Like I kid you not, this one shot is over a year and a half old and it's only like 1.1k still. But it's basically a And Then They Were Roommates setup for Bobby and Reggie, where their first introduction to each other was Reggie throwing one of those massive, body pillow sized stuffed animals into their new dorm room and almost bowling Bobby over with it by accident.
If I ever manage to finish the stupid thing, it'll consist of some MeetCute, a healthy serving of Make Reggie A Molina 2K Always, Bobby being angsty before meeting his new roommate, and a bit of flirting just for kicks. But the darn thing won't write. Snippet will be under the cut, since this seems like it's gonna be a long post.
Bobby grabs the pile of shirts he’s slid onto hangers and crosses the obstacle course of his own making to the nearest closet. There are two of them in the small room, one closer to each bed, so Bobby takes the closer one to his selected bed, opens it, and places the hangers on the rod. He just has to keep moving. Give himself time to adapt to the new environment. He doesn’t need his parents anymore. Well, for anything other than the money they are paying for his tuition. Hey, rich, absentee parents have to be good for something, don’t they?
He continues hanging up clothes and tries to focus on the positives of his situation. He’s not stuck in that big, empty house anymore. Hopefully his roommate will be interesting, so he’ll have someone to talk to when he wants. And the classes he’s signed up for this quarter sound interesting, though the bio class will probably be hard. Maybe him being away will mean his parents actually notice his absence and call every once in a while.
Moving for school is a good thing. It just sucks that he has to do it by himself.
Just as he finishes hanging up his clothes in the closet, he hears the sound of someone fumbling with the lock on the door. He turns around just as it swings open and in comes… a giant teddy bear?
Okay! And then we got the Jem and the Holograms AU, which is both my beloved and makes me want to scream. As you may have noticed, I'm not the best at committing to long writing projects, and the Jem and the Holograms AU is uh... certainly a long one. The doc is currently around 10k, consisting of just over the first 2 chapters and a bunch of notes.
But plot wise, it follows the basic plot of the Jem and the Holograms movie from 2015. Julie records a song on a whim and one of her siblings (Luke, her adopted brother, in this case) uploads it and it goes viral. From there, Julie, Luke, Alex, and Reggie (all siblings in this one via a combination of fostering and adoption) get swept up into a whole adventure of being anonymously famous, pulled apart by the head of the record company (Caleb Covington, obviously), while also trying to solve a puzzle Rose left behind before she died.
Tis also a JuBobby fic cause I love them! Bobby is their 'handler' when they get to LA. He and Julie butt heads a LOT at first cause he's pretty short and negative and she wants to believe in the dream. But as time goes on, they become friends and maybeeee start to like each other in a more romantic way as well. Cause why not! Though Bobby may have his own line of family drama that they'll get tangled up in too...
Here's a snippet of when Caleb first shows up!
Stilted conversation greeted her as she entered the living room behind her brothers. The first person she noticed was a tall, dark skinned man standing beside the front door. He had on one of those fitted leather jackets that Reggie had always wanted. A pair of tinted sunglasses hid his eyes. His crossed arms and firm stance told Julie he was probably some kind of security personnel. Though she wasn’t sure why security would be at her house, it wasn’t like anyone other than HGC Records knew who she was.
“Ah, you must be Julie Molina,” a new voice said, pulling Julie’s attention to the center of the room.
Oh. That was why there was security.
Caleb Covington was tall, with dark hair just starting to show some traces of grey. His wide smile felt both welcoming and terrifying, at least to Julie. The dark purple suit jacket and black button up seemed like safer places to look.
“Or I suppose I should call you Dahlia,” Caleb continued, chuckling. “Our Dahlia, the new star about to blow the world away.”
He held out a hand to Julie and she shook it hesitantly. “Hi, um, Julie is fine,” she managed to say.
I have so much love in my heart for this fic but it's so complicated and long! I wish I had all the writing spoons I had mid covid to work on it, but I just don't have the time these days. Someday though. I hope.
Thanks for asking!!!
#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#legolas answers asks#jatp#reggie peters#bobby shaw#julie molina#luke patterson#alex mercer#the rest of the gang is also around in the Jem AU don't worry!#but I haven't gotten to meeting them yet so...#I'm lowkey tempted to post the first chapter#just to see if anyone is interested#but then I wouldn't want to leave people hanging if they are#and I haven't made progress on this fic since like last summer
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📝 + Luis
their first impression of them
The fashion Gods had finally answered his prayers and gave him a fashion soulmate!
their current thoughts on them
He adores Luis. Considering he has just a handful (that hand ain't full for real) Luis is probably the closest to his personality too. He likes his sass, his wit and his joie de vivre that is so fucking contagious. He loves the guy terribly so. He'll bite anyone's face off for just looking at him wrongly. (He's done it!)
three things they like about them
How tall his stands (like how he carries himself), how he parties like it's the last one every time, his playful smile.
one thing they don’t like about them
How he parties maybe a bit too hard...
their favourite memory of them
The first time they met. How easy it was to just talk with him and giggling like two fucking idiots while looking at clothes together.
their least favourite memory of them
Hasn't happened yet and it ain't about Luis directly, but Damien will have a slight freak out over whatever will happen in their thread post-kiss cause he'll worry about it affecting their friendship.
if receiver would ever consider sleeping with them
Yeah. He would.
if receiver could ever have romantic feelings for them
It could be possible. But Damien is also very much into enjoying the status quo. So unless there was a clear indication from Luis' side that this was something he'd wanted, Damien wouldn't do anything, nor really think about it. Also, Damien has known him long enough to know that ain't really his thing.
if receiver could ever betray and/or cheat on them
If he was forced to, yeah, but just like Matty, he'd do everything in his power to make sure Luis was safe. As for cheating, no. He's a faithful guy and even in an open relationship, he wouldn't do anything to betray him.
what they are to receiver (friend, lover, friend with benefits, rival, acquaintance, stranger, etc)
Close friends. Fashion soulmates (fight him!)
@lluiscarrasco
Honest thoughts 《 DAMIEN 》《 JEONG-IN 》《 SUHO 》《 CALEB 》
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So, what are you currently working on? besides the idol au (which I am loving so far btw)
Honestly? Mostly I'm just being exhausted and wishing I was writing 😬😬 I've got way too many things on back burners that I keep side-eyeing.
I've got a Vincenzo thing simmering
(Vincenzo knows. Hanseok is sure he knows, that he is Joonwoo, that Joonwoo is he, that they are one and the same. He’s sure that Vincenzo doesn’t have evidence, or Chayoung would have hit him by now. The Italian lawyer seems particularly taken with Hanseok’s plaything.)
Or maybe two...
(He’s barely clinging to the consciousness above the panic, nearly drowning in the efforts to stay focused, to stay alive, when Vincenzo reaches over and tears his shirt enough to clear the space between the device that he had said the name of, and his chest. He’s only just staying afloat in the panic, that it takes a few seconds for him to realise that Vincenzo has frozen, staring at him.) (a soulmate fic? from me? must be joking, i never write soulmate fics)
And I know you've said you don't know anything about some of the other fandoms I'm in, but I've been jumping back and forth between four critical role fics
1. (Or, if Caleb was lucky, Essek would spend a late night working and come to bed late, instead waking with him in the morning. On those days, Caleb allowed himself to rise slower, taking his time leaving the comforts of his bed and his lover.)
2. (The man dropped his disguise first. Tall, square-jawed, with dark hair cut short and a scar across his cheek. Essek noticed none of it first; instead it was that he wore Xhorhasian clothing. The smarter part of him yelled in alarm, that they were living amongst his people and he should warn somebody. His attention was drawn to the woman as her disguise dropped, and he was greeted by a much shorter woman, with sandy hair cut at her chin and sharp eyes. And, most notably, a scar across an entire side of her face, long-time burned and since healed.)
3. (He dreamt of pain. He woke up shaking uncontrollably, sweating profusely. His throat felt raw, like he’d been screaming. His fingers felt unnatural; awake, he would sit and close his fingers into a fist before stretching them out again, over and over. He dreamt of cool hands soothing hair away from his forehead, of murmured sweet words he knew to be a trick. All he could think, in these tortured dreams, was I deserve this. )
4. (Most others hated working Vorastal. To some regard, Bren could understand. It was often boring, with little to do besides watch nearly four thousand of the surviving citizens of what was once the City of Beasts work and occasionally glare at the Imperial forces that remained on watch at the encampment.)
And, of course, as you mentioned. The idol AU.
(“Liar.”
Woojin turns to face him as Gaon stares him down, his expression a cold neutral. Woojin flinches, not quite making eye contact. Joonwoo’s eyes flit between them; despite his exhaustion, the desire to keep them from fighting wins out and he steps in their line of sight. “Hyung, maybe if I teach you the dance, I’ll do better.”)
(edit) ALSO I KEEP FORGETTING I SIGNED UP FOR A BINGO AND THE CARD IS JUST SITTING IN MY ASKS AHHHH
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Emerald Trio Week: Day 1 - Growth
Day 1: Growth — Gus reflects on how he and Willow have grown.
Spoilers: For Seasons 1 and 2.
Set: Before and during Any Sport in a Storm.
Note: Thank you to @loosescrewslefty for the prompts.
There were many things Gus didn’t know about the Demon Realm, the Human Realm, and the multi-verse of other realms that may or may not have existed.
But there was one thing Gus knew for certain: Willow was taller than him.
Since he and Willow had met— a day that remained crystal clear in Gus’ mind— this had been fact.
Back then, Willow had found him cowering behind a desk, curled up in a ball as he was overwhelmed by an illusionary memory.
Other students— even the older, bolder ones— would have left Gus to fend for himself, but Willow had walked through the illusion, sat beside him, and helped him calm down with her breathing trick.
Willow was like a lone, enduring tree in the eye of a storm. Even when she was battered by bullies and biting comments and bad grades, nothing could uproot Willow.
She would face all hardships blown her way without a word, but she would shield Gus from his own fears of failure and imposter syndrome and his naivety.
Gus clung to her— found shelter with her— for years to come. She was his rock— the reliable one.
Like when they got shrunk down at the carnival, Willow wasn’t daunted. She fought off the giant-small creatures that attacked them and summoned a fly to carry them around. Meanwhile, Gus had wailed about how he wasn’t tall enough for the rides anymore.
(King was lucky he was a fellow little guy and Gus had completely forgiven him!)
When Gus finally hit witch-puberty and outgrew his old clothes, Willow still had a few units on him.
Honestly… Gus was glad. He could still hide behind Willow when he was being pursued by angry pixies or a monster locker or his inner demons…
Willow had grown too— in buffness and in confidence, much to Gus’s delight.
Inspired by her dads, Willow decided to start Hexside’s first flyer derby team and become captain.
Gus wasn’t exactly a sports-pro— He would always be a flag-waver at heart!— but he was happy to lend his support. Willow needed him!
If it wasn’t bad enough that Professor Her-stunk-culus refused to approve the club upfront, then this… blonde beanstalk of a boy dropped in, with a half-baked story about how he had just transferred from the ‘Toes’.
His name— ‘Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams’— sounded like something he’d whipped up on the spot.
Willow was impressed by his flying skills (If you could call getting chased by a griffin ‘impressive’!), but Gus was not.
Based on Caleb’s ‘new’ yellow uniform, he appeared to be from the potions track… like Boscha. Had Boscha sent Caleb on a secret mission to sabotage Willow’s club?
Gus warned Caleb not to mess things up, but he trusted Willow’s judgement.
It seemed Willow’s judgement was right…
Caleb did some fancy tricks in the air— It was hard to miss him!— and he attracted two more members to their team: Viney, who studied healing and beast keeping… and Skara.
Skara, from the grudgy team. Skara, from Boscha’s gang. Skara, who had watched and giggled as Boscha picked on Willow for years…
Skara was here. She wasn’t snickering at Willow’s misfortune— she was researching flyer derby strats on her scroll. She was helping!
(Were the rumours true? Had Skara fallen out with Boscha?)
Maybe Willow was right. Maybe everyone on their team had been misjudged and they all deserved a chance to grow…
Gus would give Skara that chance, and Caleb.
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a tall, pale man steps through the wall of the saloon. his white hair covers his eyes, and he's grinning.
"hi big man!!! i'm vincent!!! i like your hat!!!!"
vincent seems very excited. he tilts his head to get a better look at the deathslinger.
"your gun looks cool!!!! you look cool!! how do guns work????? i've seen guns before but i've never used one!!!! usually they're being pointed at me!!! your gun is big!!!!!!! what's the pointy thing in it???"
Caleb quirked a brow, looking up at the newcomer from what he was tinkering on.
"Bit very much excited, ain't we?" Nevertheless he smirked. "Pointy thing's a harpoon. Oh, an' on the topic o' guns usually being pointed at ya, maybe y'oughta start using doors. Or them windows at least. Most folks don't take too kindly to someone just stepping through a wall. Guess that has something t' do with so-called 'civilised society'."
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i’m throwing this at u bc i shake ur hand all the time with ur m9 headcanons n whatnot.. modern nein go to the carboot sale. i always picture yasha having a van so i imagine they throw a bunch of stuff at her for their stall n then run off. no one wants to haggle with yasha n idk if she’d be too big on shopping.. essek might stick with her but also would probably follow along with caleb. but i imagine veth molly n jester buy yasha things anyways. jester would be selling some handpainted tote bags n stuff i think.
veth would raid everyone’s button n bead bags and would point out old grandpa jumpers to caleb while he looks at 20p books. jester would also be looking at beads but rlly she’d just look at everything, esp old stuffed animals.. she wants to give them new homes.. fjord n beau would probably still with yasha until jester drags beau away to look at a cool stall n fjord wanders off to look at like fishing equipment or old sports brand sweatshirts. molly is all over grandma’s jewellery from the 60s/70s. he buys flannel shirts for yasha n is constantly calling the rest of the nein over to look at stuff with him. cad goes to those big big vans that always have tons of flowers n plants n likes looking at handmade stuff :))
idk i’m missing carboot sales i think.. haven’t been to one since i was in like the single digit ages
oowaa ;;_ ; good. .. love thems. yasha quietly manning their stuff from her van is so good. she's like "No other offers. it is £2 :-l" and no one argues. i think jes and cad wouldve made sm things like beaded woven bracelets and polymer clay keychains and things like that, also painted tote bags like u said :-3 !! also cads extra plant seedlings (like, a million tiny spiderplants or tomato plants too) and also dried lavender sachets. also he has ear defenders on because some people are loud n have music playing sometimes . .. not a car boot sale but im thinkin of this big secondhand market i went to in berlin , it was so cool, so many things to look at, and some tasty waffles too (the ones shaped like flowers, with powdered sugar) :-3 . . also so true. .veth would be in all the button n bead bags :-3 someones selling a box of spare buttons n she starts th most intense haggling ever. meanwhile calebs silently looking (also wearing ear defenders) at all th books. .perhaps he finds some vry old (but not worth much) books and buys them all because theyre v niche and have interesting covers. also for sure gets all those grandpa jumpers .. . also keeps an eye on th ancient musty corduroy things
molly finds some more old fabric to turn into things, and also some Ridiculous boots. like so tall, so shiny and uncomfortable but he's like Oh, perfect >:) , and oh! also he haggles for A Lot of rings. lots of shiny trinkets to make lots of noise , and definitely buys something because he thinks its cursed (and then cad tells him he cant bring it inside until its been sitting in the garden for a week to be Cleansed of ghosts or somthing). oh, speaking of garden, i think cad the carboot sale is where cad gets lots of plantpots :-D even slightly janky teapots and cups get turned to planters because he doesnt want to drink from them because they feel incorrect. and he buys seeds to grow :-3
also also wuahg yea ;w; yasha's got her flannels and maybe found a book that had pressed flowers in it and bought it to go with hers ;;w; also probably found another strange instrument perhaps. . .. and everyone meets up before going home when theyre all conked out n they all go get zemnian herzwaffeln and apfelschorle :-3
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [22]
chapter twenty-two, act three: so far (it's alright)
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June 7th 2014
She’s not sure when it starts.
The beginning of the performance, or maybe during Sex when she hears a distant voice call out for her to show her tits.
But at one point in the performance all the noises seem to bleed into one overwhelming siren that blares harshly in her ears.
Ross’ tall frame beside her isn’t enough to hide her from the shadows of light that slithers across her body.
Matty’s comforting words each time he passes by her to grab a drink aren’t making it to her head, George’s smiles aren't reassuring her and Adam’s side hugs when they happen to be close enough aren’t enough to stop her from spiralling.
It’s been seven months. Seven.
She thought maybe it was the end, maybe they’re finally gone and she can live her life anxiety free.
But now, as the lights are too bright causing her head to pound and the guitar strings make her fingers sweat she knows what's coming.
She doesn’t even notice Matty has done his speech, doesn’t notice Ross turning with his smile wide until his hand is on her shoulder, finger accidentally brushing the still red spot from the furious scratching a few days ago.
That’s what makes her snap out of it, the remembrance of the pain she felt.
“You good?”
She nods, “I’m gonna go for a smoke.”
“Wait, I’ll-”
She doesn't wait, her guitar is abandoned and left behind, she trusts Adam will look after it, she’s passing Caleb whose smile falls as he watches her retreating frame.
“Tommie?”
He follows after her quickly, watching her round corner after corner until she slams open the backdoor and gasps.
She gulps in the air greedily, acting as if the oxygen is her last meal as she falls to the gravelled ground.
Caleb winces, there’s all sorts out in the back alley, cigarette butts, smashed glass even old setlists.
“Babe, you’re gonna hurt yourself, get up.”
She doesn’t listen, back now against the wall, hand to her chest as she pushes back against her racing heart.
He crouches in front of her, “Tommie? What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?”
She tries to look at him but there’s a layer of tears in the way. “Hmm? Answer me, Babe, I can’t help if I don’t know what's wrong? Was it something the crowd said? The signs? Did Matty say something?”
She’s panicking now.
Seven months. Seven months. Seven months.
That's all she keeps repeating to herself in her head.
‘You lasted seven months. You were good for seven months. You didn't need anyone for seven months.’
“Tommie? Babe, come on, talk to me, yeah?”
He reaches out, hand on her collarbone and she flinches. She flinches so hard her head smacks against the wall. Caleb physically recoils, not at her reaction but at the noise her head makes when it meets the concrete.
“Babe? Just- Just breathe.”
He tries to reach for her and she shakes her head at the feel of his silk shirt, she hates the feel of silk, and the fabric on his arms makes her tongue itch.
This time when he reaches forward, he does it so quickly and with so much force that she can’t hit him away.
“Babe? Babe, you’re okay, I’m here with you…”
“Do- Don’t, please-”
“Babe? Tommie?”
“Don’t touch- don’t-”
“Baby?”
“Matt.”
She gasps his name out in one quick breath that seems to then get lodged in her throat with everything else she wants to say.
“It’s okay, shh.”
Matty crouches beside Caleb, hand on his shoulder, his other hand reaches to gently grasp Tommie’s hand. He allows her to take control, watches her hand lift, hesitate, and then fall into his grasp.
He lets her curl her hand around his, lets her tug him closer, waits for her to nod before his other hand moves.
Her other hand flies up to grip his leather jacket, “Focus on me, yeah?”
He lets go of Caleb to cover her ears tightly, her hands leave his jacket to grip his wrists and he nods encouragingly at her.
“It’s okay.”
She leans forward moving so one of her ears is against his chest listening to his heartbeat. His now free hand that no longer needs to block out any outside noise moves to play with her hair.
He tugs, twirls and pulls on her hair until he gets bored and moves his hand to trace down her back.
She lets her hand clench the soft fabric of his cotton t-shirt, running it through her fingers.
He’s not sure how long they’re like that for. She never starts crying, the layer of tears don’t break for a while but when they do it’s to die down, never once spilling over the edge.
It’s Adam who finds them, worriedly taking over and holding her close. Then when Matty takes a few moments to lift himself up he realises Caleb has gone.
He glances down at Adam who is sat spread out on the floor, Tommie curled into his side, eyes blinking sleepily at the cuts in his jeans.
Matty kisses her on the back of the head and passes a hand over the top of Adam’s head as he leaves.
His strides are long and purposeful as he moves through the building.
Caleb flinches at a harsh grip on his shoulder that twirls him around to face Matty, “What?”
“Your girlfriend is out there struggling to fucking breath and you’re having a drink.”
“Seems you’ve got it covered, mate.”
Matty pulls him back when he tries to turn away from him, “She was having a panic attack, you didn't seem to be doing anything.”
“I tried.”
“You didn’t try hard enough.” Matty accuses.
Caleb scoffs and shakes his head, “You know, I asked her, couple weeks into dating, I asked her if anything went on with any of you, she said no, starting to think she lied.”
Matty tries not to physically flinch at the fact that she outright lied about them to her boyfriend, but then as he thinks about it, he doesnt think he’d admit to a girlfriend that he slept with the only female member of the group.
Caleb scoffs, “I should’ve known, God, I mean, the way you crawl after her, it’s embarrassing, Matty.”
“This isn’t about me, or any of my feelings which aren’t your concern, mate. Your girlfriend, who you claim to love, is out there and she needs you. You, not me, she doesn’t want to see me-”
“Wonder why,” Caleb says, placing his drink down to give him his full attention, “I’m being serious. What did her precious Roddy have to do to make her not want to see you?”
When Matty doesn’t give in he carries on, “Was it the drugs? The drinking? The whores you take back to the bus every night? What was it, Matty? Must’ve been really bad since she stooped so low for you in the first place. Hell, if she went for you who knows how many more she’s gone for.”
“She needs you, Caleb.” Matty says, teeth grit and bared, his fists are clenched they shake with anger but he resists for Tommie’s sake.
“No,” He shakes his head, “She needs a good fucking wake up call,” He says harshly, finger pushing into his chest, “She’s better than you, and you don’t like that-”
“Better than me? Oh, by far,” He agrees, “She doesn’t even need to try. You’re just jealous, not of me and her, or just me, you’re jealous of the fact she’s so much more better than you and your shitty little garage ba-”
Matty gets cut off as Caleb shoves him back, he hits the bar top behind them and only grins as Caleb steps closer, “Keep my band out of this, junkie.”
“Your band?” Matty teases, “You’re little failing punk rock country wannabe band? Wise up, Caleb, you’re not going anywhere, you’d be better off slinging burgers in Burger King. At least then they’ll never run out of grease with that fucking mop of hair arou-”
He shoves him back again, Matty grits his teeth, and doesn't let the pain show on his face.
“You two deserve each other, one racist and one slag-”
Caleb’s hitting the floor before anyone knows what’s happened, red covering his hand and spilling out of his nose.
Matty’s eyes widen and he looks back at Ross who’s hand is full of red, “What the fuck?”
Tommie sniffles breaking apart from Adam to crouch beside her boyfriend, the pair having come back in at the wrong time, “Ross!”
“Don’t blame me!” The bassist yells.
“You punched my boyfriend, I just watched you.”
“He called Matty a racist and you a slag!”
Tommie turns to Caleb slowly and grimaces at the smell of alcohol on his breath, “Get up.”
“Ow, I can’t-”
“Get up.” She says sternly, shoving him towards the door, she casts one glance back into the room, meeting eyes with Matty once before disappearing.
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“I’m sorry.”
Ross sits beside her timidly, legs bouncing up and down like a child, she nods, head still resting on her hand as she stares out into the street. “It’s fine Ross, you were protecting your best friends, I’d have done the same.”
He copies her movements chin on hand and watches cars pass by the venue, “Where’s Caleb?”
“No idea, we argued, I sent him home, he was drunk.”
“Argued?”
“I told him you were in the right, he said that you weren’t involved therefore had no right to intervene. Then I told him he’s a fucking know it all red white and blue flag loving puss-”
“You insulted him?”
“For eight straight minutes, called him every American insult I could possibly come up with, made a few words up, he was too drunk to even notice anyway-”
Ross sighs, “What happened after you argued?”
“He left, again, seems to be all we’re doing lately.”
She sighs, shoulders slightly, “Maybe I should just break up with him.”
“Do you want to?”
“No, yes, no… maybe? I don’t know, I’m just so… confused.”
“Confused? About what?”
She shrugs, “He made me happy for a while, but I’m starting to think maybe it was more of he gave me a distraction.”
Ross sighs, “Look, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but he likes you, and I think you like him-”
“He told me he loves me,” She says, “On my birthday, right before he gave the worst head in the history of sex.”
Ross’ nose curls, “Don’t want that image, thanks.” He says before getting back to the topic, “What did you say?”
“Nothing, stared blankly at the ceiling and after ten seconds faked it.”
“Please, don’t talk about your sex life with me.”
“You guys talk about your sex life all the time.”
“That’s different, I think of you as a little sister, I don’t want to know about curly Caleb going down on my little sister.”
She snorts at the nickname, “Do you love him?” Ross then asks.
“I don’t know.” She says, then she answers honestly, “No.”
She turns to him quickly, “But I could,” She says with a nod, “I could love him, I think, if I tried a little harder.”
Ross remains silent letting her talk, offering nothing but a comforting hand on her arm. “He’s an easy person to love.”
“Yeah, but loving someone and being in love with someone are very different things, Tommie. Don’t force yourself to love him if you can’t.”
“I can.” She tells him, “I think I can.”
“But you don’t know.” He says quietly, “Why are you with him?”
She rings her hands together, twirling the silver jewellery around, “He’s nice, and he- he pays attention to me. He wants me. I’ve never had anyone want me before.”
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The fifth son of Ipswich.
And the last chapter @reelovesbuckybarnes. If anyone missed the first one here it is.
Mind the tags, everyone. (If I forgot any tag, let me know, please!)
Tags: Romance, happy ending, smut, magic.
TW: Blood, smut, toxic relationship, jealousy, cursing, fighting, love (lol).
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AO3.
Summary:
Your relationship with Chase Collins is far from healthy. He pushes and pulls you as he pleases, whenever he wants it. Although you hate how much power he has over you, you happily play along. Little does he know that ‘daughter of Salem’ means much more than the word witch. And being one of them, you know very well what they are capable of doing.
Chapter 3 – Sacrifices.
Your eyes stared at the floor. While the four of them discussed and argued because of your plan, you couldn't help but feel dread fill your heart.
"Are you sure you can do this," Caleb asked from his mother's side.
You looked around you. The descendants of Putnam sure had had a life of luxury and glory. With houses, money, and whatever the fuck they wanted. You took a deep breath and looked at his mother first, then at him.
"I am a daughter of Salem, boy. Don't ever doubt what I can or can't do." The iciness in your tone made him narrow his eyes at you. The threat in the undertone not unnoticed. "While you lived here in a life we could only dream. We were hunted and killed. Tortured and abused. I guess that's part of being a woman. We hid while you threw parties. We cried while you laughed openly."
"I didn't-"
"Then believe my words, boy. It will work."
The silence between the two of you lingered long enough to leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
Reid was the one to cut the tension. "It doesn't mean we will accept him."
"I don't expect you to." You turned his way. Your eyes watching his movements. A snake made its way down your neck from behind your nape and disappeared into your cleavage. "He was an outsider, cast aside and left in the dark. No one there to take his hand and lead him to a tall tale of good and bad. No one to teach him what was right… Still, it isn't an excuse to behave like he did. Maybe if you could see through his eyes what the addiction does, you would at least understand." You stood. Slowly, dangerously, calculating. "Should I show you, boy?" When you lifted your hand for him to take, he took a couple of steps back.
"Enough of that," Caleb ordered you both, and you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face. "Reid is right. He's hurt too many of ours. We can't Forgive that."
"Ahhhh! And there it is." You walked up to him, but his mother pulled him behind her. "Your heart is as dark as his, Caleb."
"My son is nothing like him!"
"Isn't he?" You turned your palm up, and Caleb's voice echoed in the air. 'He's hurt too many of ours.'
"You know I didn't mean-"
"I don't give a fuck about it, Caleb. Save your excuses. I'm not interested. I want to save Chase. Even if he hates me. I can save him. Show him what he can be. Remove the shadow around his heart and let him know what breathing feels like. Not to have an evil and cruel whisper twenty-four hours on your ear telling you that you need just one more. One more time. Your last hope. He is afraid. Terrified. Something you just came to understand the last days while he had to live with it most of his life. So don't try to sell me your bullshit. Get your asses out of here and go meet us. The others who are gifted. The real survivors of the trials. And maybe you will learn some real tricks."
"I'm not invalidating your suffering, nor his. All I'm saying is that he can't stay after we are done."
"Oh, boy. Selfish until the end."
"Stop calling me boy. And why am I selfish?"
"You don't need to be friends with him. Forgive him or whatever the fuck you want to call him. But all of this started because your ancestor cast his family aside. He was in the dark, and the dark taught him. I think it's time he sees the light, and who better for that than four of you."
"That's not gonna happen," Reid said.
"Shush, boy. Grown-ups are talking now," you said without looking at him.
"You-"
"Reid!"
"Caleb?" Reid's voice as angry and uncontrolled as always.
"Take him away. Teach him to behave, and return when he's learned and is ready to apologize." The words came from Caleb's mother's mouth. Surprising everyone. "He did awful things, but awful things were done to him. The boy was given no opportunity, and we offer him one. Only one. Do you understand me?"
"Crystal clear."
"Good. Let's get this over with." She walked to the couch and sat. Her fingers trembled when she reached for another cigarette.
"How exactly will this work?" Caleb asked, sitting on the couch next to you.
You smiled at him. Sadness mixed with resolve. You walked to the center of the room. The snake circled down your leg and slithered its way to the table. Rolling itself in a ball, it soon became a box. "Here." You opened it and watched as the boys approached.
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You arrived just in time to see Chase over Caleb. He held the other's head, trying to take his powers. With a flick of your hand, Chase flew into the trees, and you ran to help Caleb up. "Are you okay, boy?"
Groaning in pain, he looked at you. "I'm not a boy."
You laughed. "No, you're not. But I like teasing you anyway."
From amidst the trees, you heard the roar of a wounded animal.
"What are you doing?" Chase’s voice right behind your ear.
Not turning to look at him, you helped Caleb up.
"What are you doing?" He tried to use his powers on both of you but failed. "How? What have you done?"
"You never listened, babe. And that was your biggest mistake." You turned to stare at him. "I already told you. I am a fucking daughter of Salem." Vines shot out of the ground and held Chase in place long enough for you to approach him. "Please, Chase. I'm begging you. Stop this."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
"Yes, I fucking will." He screamed at your face. Your vines dead on the floor. His fingers around your neck squeezing until you almost passed out.
Caleb took him off of you. And they resumed their fight. There, lying on the floor, you let tears get lost between the raindrops. The sounds of their battle raging in the air.
"Enough," you said to the air. "Enough."
Time stood Still. You stood and walked to them. The immobile raindrops decorated the air like plastic beads. As you touched them, they flew away from your body until they again floated in the air.
You neared Chase. An unmoving statue hovering above the ground. His eyes followed your movements but were unable to do anything. You touched his lips, and everything around him was set loose while he remained. A beautiful and dangerous statue in the air. You heard Caleb grunting when he crashed against the ground.
A chaste kiss you planted on Chase’s lips, and soon he asked you, "Why?"
"You know the answer, babe."
"How could you do this to me? Betray me like that?" His eyes searching yours. "I love you."
You laughed at his words. "I always wanted to hear you say that." You laughed again before kissing him. "Daydreamed about it." Your fingers tucked a strand of his hair from his face. "I never betrayed you. I was always honest. I told you I would find a way, and I did."
"A spell?"
"Of course."
"So, you're just going to spill nonsense, and I'll be cured?" He scoffed. "Is that how this will work?"
"No. It's more complicated than that." You walked away from him. "You see. For the spell to work, you must accept it. Willingly and with an open heart."
"Then it will never work."
"It's a binding spell, Chase."
His eyes narrowed at you. "So, you're binding me to you."
"I wish it was that."
A moment of silence passed between you two. When Caleb stood by your side, Chase's eyes filled with anger. "You want to bind me to them? I won't allow it. They would never accept it."
Caleb's voice filled with disgust. "Wrong again."
"The spell needs to be willingly accepted. Offerings." You took a deep breath. "Peace, thankfulness, friendship, new beginnings." You walked to him. Pecking his lips. "One offering per bind."
"You tricked me." His words filled with rage.
"I did. You wouldn't let me. That was the only way."
"You lied to me. All you need from me is that I vanish."
"Oh, Chase. I did it because I love you. And I know you will hate me. But here I am. I will save your life, and that's enough for me."
"I won't accept it. You can't force me."
"Hear me, and then you can decide." You looked over your shoulder. Silently telling Caleb to go take Sarah away from there. "If you decide you won't take my offering, we die here. Tonight. Together. Because I won't allow you to hurt anyone else."
Chase laughed. "Don't waste your words. Get me out of this, and let's do this."
"Here is how it works." You flicked your hand, and he was silent again. "I'll bind the five of you. You won't be able to harm each other directly. If one of you gets killed, everyone dies. If you die of natural causes, nothing happens. Your powers will be equally distributed. Balanced. It also goes to your addiction. Dividing it, it will be manageable. You won't age when you use your powers, but there is a catch. The more you use it, the more it weakens. it will never go away, but it will never be as strong as before." You flicked your hand, and he could speak again.
"A spell this powerful must have a price." He shook his head. "What are you going to win with this.? And more importantly… what are you losing?"
"I get you out. You can have a normal life. Be happy."
"But?"
"What I lose is my business."
Chase laughed. "And I'm only to accept that?"
"Yes."
Chase opened his mouth to speak. You could see anger, and rage, and something rotten irradiating from him. But his words were softly spoken. They told you about feelings you knew were there. That they had always been there. "I'm scared. This is all I've ever known."
"You have me."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Let me hear you say it again."
"Let me go, and I'll say it as many times as you want."
His eyes never met yours. You took the hair out of your face and cursed. "Fine!"
You watched as he fell to the ground. His hand reached for you, and when you grabbed it, he pulled it down. His lips crashed against yours. His kiss urgent.
"I'm scared, babe."
"I'm here. I'm here, Chase."
"I love you. Fuck I love you so much." He kissed you again.
"The others have already accepted my final offering. It's only you now. Please, babe. Accept my offering."
"When did they-?"
"I came from the hospital. I gathered them at Caleb's and told them everything. You're the only one remaining."
"Tell me what you lose, and I will willingly, gladly accept it."
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are free."
"No. These are my terms. You will have to tell me if you want me to accept it."
"That's not fair."
"Then we die here." Two black daggers materialized on his hands. "Together."
"No one else dies." Caleb's voice startled them. "Except her."
"What?" Chase's shocked eyes searched yours. "One life for a life?"
You gave Caleb a pointed look. "I won't die immediately. I'll have some time."
"How long?"
"Chase.” You grabbed his clothes and pulled him closer. “Accept the offering."
"How long, Caleb?"
"Don't answer him, boy!"
"A few weeks, maybe months."
"No. That's not… I will not accept it." He embraced you. "I won't lose you. I've lost too much already." He kissed you. It tasted of fear.
"Chase, please…"
"There must be another away."
"There is." Reid's voice cut through the air.
"No, there isn't. I looked for it, and there isn't. Still, it's worth it, babe."
Not looking at you, Chase addressed Caleb. "What do I have to do."
"it's not an answer per se. We can put her under a paralysis spell until we find a permanent solution."
"But?" You said nonchalantly.
"If we don't find one. The moment we wake you up, you can die."
"So, I don't get to live my final days with him." You said between gritted teeth.
"Look at your options, daughter of Salem. Get your wish granted, and Chase lives to know a better life, or both of you die."
Chase took you in his arms. "I accept it. Whatever the offering is, I accept it if you let us put the spell on you." He cupped your face. "Please. Please, babe."
You took deep breaths. Ran your fingers over your hair.
"I won't give up. I will find a way. Just like you found one for me, I will find one for you."
You didn't stop the tears. In fact, you didn't notice them on your cheeks. "An offering of kindness." You reached for your heart and took a small piece of your soul. "I offer you kindness." You extended your hand to Chase. A small white sphere floating in the air.
Chase's brow furrowed. His hand closed around yours, and he placed them on his own chest. Warmth filled his being.
"Let's get out of here," Caleb advised, already walking away.
Caleb took you back to his house. His car cruising the dark roads. You sat with Chase in the back, and he whispered sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Promises of a future together. Only you and him.
You were greeted with a strained smile and a reassuring nod. They led you down a spiraling stair. A bed had been made for you. It floated in the air between the bookshelves filled with dark knowledge and witchcraft. Although the place was illuminated and warmed by the fire, it looked as cold as night outside.
"You'll stay here where it's safe." Caleb smiled your way. "I promise nothing will happen to her, Chase. You are welcome to visit whenever you want."
"Good." Was his short reply.
He helped you up to the bed and kissed you softly. "I will see you in a moment, Love."
You chuckled at the word. "I love you."
Chase smiled at you before a large book was taken from the bookshelf on the other side of the room. It opened by itself, and the four of them started the incantation. Your eyes grew heavy, and as much as you tried to keep them open, the most you could do was blink.
Once, twice, then three times. Chase's eyes on yours. Always. When you blinked again, there he was. A few years older. A relieved smile on his face.
"Hello, love."
His warm hand caressing your cheek. Your attention entirely on him when you heard a voice.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. It finally worked."
Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Why don't you shut the fuck up, Reid. I'm trying to set a romantic mood here."
You chuckled. You laughed. You rejoiced.
Chase helped you up, and you looked around. The four, no, the five sons of Ipswich stood around.
"Take it easy. You haven't used your legs in quite a few years."
"I can see the passage of time on your faces."
"What?" She isn't even up yet and is already-"
"Just shut up, Reid." Chase shook his head and leaned in for a kiss. One that you wanted but refused. "What's wrong?" His brow furrowed.
"How long have I been sleeping? I must have the worst breath ever."
"I really don't give a fuck about it. I've been waiting for it for five years." The sons laughed, and Chase pulled you in for a deep kiss.
"Couldn't you wait for five minutes more?"
Chase kissed you again just to make his point clear. He took you in his arms and carried you bridal style all the way upstairs. Sitting you on the couch, he pushed a cart your way. One filled with all types of food and drinks you have ever loved.
You looked around and saw the boys having fun. Chase laughing with them. His hand resting gently on your knee.
You had lost five years of his life….
But what was five compared to the rest of your lives?
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Change with the Tides (Part 7)
You felt cold stone before you had even opened your eyes. When you opened them, your hands were bound and a gag covered your mouth.
Jester and Fjord were huddled together in a corner, chained and gagged. Yasha was nowhere to be seen.
As you shuffled toward the two, you became all too aware of the tiefling body you were in, although the clothes were still yours. You closed your eyes and tried to drop the form, but no change was happening, and the weight of horns still drove into your head.
A muffled voice came from the corner, and you looked over to Jester staring at you. She tries to speak through the gag again, and you know whose name she’s saying.
You shook your head, still trying to shift as the tears started streaming down your face.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to rip Lorenzo limb from limb.
The door opened, and a quick pull on your chains had you rolling towards Lorenzo. When you were at his feet, trying to sit up with your hands behind you, he lifted you by the collar of your shirt, his mouth mere inches from your face.
“Shift.” he whispered, spit hitting your face. When you didn’t immediately complete his demand, he gripped your shirt tighter, punching you hard in the stomach, winding you. As you hunched in the air, he dropped you.
Your knees gave out as you hit the stone, still attempting to catch your breath when a boot came flying towards you. Lorenzo’s foot hit you right in the nose, and you reeled back.
“Don’t worry, we’ll fix you.” He smirked, grabbing your chain and dragging you out of the cell, Fjord now awake and shouting through his gag beside Jester.
Beat to shit, you’re returned to the cell, a swollen eye and cuts all over you, bruises on your arms and neck.
It’s almost impossible for you to stay awake, you're just curled against the wall you were thrown at.
Maybe a day or so later of you, Fjord, and Jester all slipping in and out of consciousness, you hear a collection of loud crashes beyond the cell. The unmistakable sound of Caleb’s heavy accent and Beau’s shouting fills you with hope.
Once the crashes subside, you listen through the silence, unable to move as the door creaks open, waking up Fjord and Jester.
The tiny, unmistakable form of Nott is standing in the doorway. The goblin smirked in the doorway.
“Case closed.”
Nott works quickly to unbind Jester, then moves to help you while Jester undoes Fjord's chains.
As you all leave the cell behind, you try once again to shift. A firbolg, tall and pink hair, looks at you quietly. You see Beau drag an unconscious, but healed, Yasha from a separate cell.
Caleb and Beau both freeze when they see you.
“Where’s Y/N?” Jester says, a hint of panic in her voice.
Beau, Nott and Caleb all look at you.
“Jester.” You start saying, taking a very slow step towards her, your voice your own, rough and scratchy but still yours. “I’m sorry.”
The thought seemed to click in her head. Her hands covered her face as tears pooled in her eyes .”Where’s Molly?” Her voice broke.
“He didn’t make it.” Beau said, talking gentler than you’ve ever heard.
“Was it when we heard you guys? In the caravan? I heard you call for Molly!” Full tears streamed down Jester's face. You tried to shift again. To make your appearance anything but Mollymauk.
“He tried his best.” Nott said, barely louder than a whisper, “He got right in Lorenzo’s face. He just wasn’t strong enough.”
“We got cocky, and underestimated our enemies.” Beau again, still looking at you. Her eyes had been on you since you emerged from the cell. “Y/N, for fucks sake shift into someone else.”
You flinched at the anger in her voice, and while you tried to think of how to explain what was happening, Fjord spoke for you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t think they can at the moment. Lorenzo was trying to make them shift.” He touched his own broken nose, “Was kind of pissed they couldn’t actually. It’s probably the only reason Y/N is still here, Beau.”
“Let’s just get out of this dungeon. These assholes have to have something expensive we can sell.” Beau said, and others followed.
You watched them walk up the stairs, Jester and Fjord helping each other walk.
Caleb was the last person in the line. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned to you, holding a hand out, one foot on the bottom step. “Come on, Y/N, we’ll figure it out together.”
And you took a few steps, reaching toward Caleb, and the wizard helped you up the stairs as much as he could.
Unknown to you and Caleb, the purple of your skin faded lightly.
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