#oof i think it was my...great great grandparents?
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Was Celia drunk as fuck or is this something supernatural?? 👀
Who the fuck is Jack?? 👀
Alice is such a delight, I love her!
Oof so one or both of them have trauma involving grandparents then.
I love Samama & Alice so much. 💜 They have a great dynamic!
Oh shit, right, Gwen is probably still getting over Mr. Bonzo too. 👀
"I just… I dunno. When I left the coffee shop, it felt like someone was following me."
Please don't take away Alice, she's one of my faves! I hope this post doesn't age poorly. Watch me have to quote this post very soon.
OH NO, is it that [ERROR] following her??? 😰
"Don’t joke about that, mate. I was dreaming about it all day." Okay, yeah, that's a creature.
Sam & Alice are both about to run into a creature... 👀
"Classifying unspeakable horrors all night for no discernible reason?" @/entities-of-posts & @/which-entity-this-post-serves is that you? :]
Hmm, now why is this episode called "marked?" I assumed Mr. Bonzo was gonna find his mark, but maybe Alice is marked by an entity/creature that was locked in the Magnus Institute?
"giving up the ghost" okay so someone saw an apparition? Honestly not sure what entity this episode is about so far.
It's giving The Corruption ✨🧟♀️⚰️ (maybe The Buried)
"It’s just that one of the graves had a body in that was too well-preserved for the age it should have been." 👀👀👀
This thing is about to jump out of the grave & run off, isn't it? 🏃♂️
"The back was completely covered in this complicated tattoo of a ship sailing across an open sea towards an open horizon." Peter Lukas?!?!?
Oh 100% The Buried, without a shadow of a doubt.
Lots of tattoo & carvings in walls imagery in this sequel prequel sidequel, isn't there? 👀
Hey wait, that's Ink5oul from episode 2, isn't it? 👀 Ink5oul definitely feels like a conduit or vessel for The Flesh or some other kind of entity.
Okay, there's something weird going on with this place, the salt water & waves near this cemetery are kind of seemingly enticing them to come drown in it's waters. In the very least it's messing with these guys' mental states! Pretty freakkyyyy! 👀🌊
Also the repeated emphasis on dreams is interesting this episode, wonder if that'll play a part in something later on. 👀👀
"If it’s any consolation, he’s with the sea now. The deep will care for his bones." I literally called it!!
I think Gordon Alan Johnson also wants to be with David. 👀🌊🌊
I think Gordon Alan Johnson also wants to be with David. 👀🌊🌊
I don't know, Gordie, I think you did it! Unless Ink5oul is collecting tattoos like an alternate universe version of the Leitner books. Wait yeah, what if the tattoos are like conduits for the entities of this world or even the original one? 🖌
Another way to look at this is asking... Is The Deep a new entity/fear or is it a servant of a fear like The Vast? I stg there was a colossal water monster at some point in The Magnus Archives!
Okay so yeah, there's already a precedent for this. Also feels like The Lonely, The Buried, The Corruption, The Vast, & maybe even The Flesh are all involved in this one though I don't know if Flesh (Ink5oul) is working with or against the other fears at this time.
Gwen, you can tell your coworkers what's wrong, oh my fucking god. Please. Celia, you have me so invested in whatever is going on with you.
Weird unexplained noise at 17:44 too as Celia enters the office. Wonder what that's all about, maybe it'll come up later on.
"He is one of our Externals." Okay; so, there's more of them & they have their own secret hitman title too!
Mr. Bonzo when he was on TV
"And they usually like it." I bet fear creatures do like it when you scream. That makes a lot of sense actually.
Also what's that weird "boowomp" noise as they're talking or is it just the OST? 👀
Is Gwen going to be turned into something not quite human at some point? Just throwing darts at a board with that speculation, but wouldn't that be wild?
Okay; so, these little digitized noises are absolutely important!
I wonder how many times & when people have lied so far throughout this season. 👁️👁️
#someone should draw those two ( sam & alice ) in the style of that show at this rate. I have more questions every week i stg#is mr. bonzo gonna find his mark or is Alice dyer marked by [ERROR] place your bets!#okay so themes of coffins; decay; & rotting things; feels like the corruption or maybe even the buried#I stg if that weirdly aged guy is Peter Lukas somehow I'm gonna scream; it's an AU; anything can happen#Love seeing Ink5oul again; it's cool that they aren't just a one off character & are getting involved in the greater story#leitner tattoos canon??? maybe?? is this the equivalent of jurgen leitner books?? perhaps#the big water monster is giving The Vast energy; a lot of these feel like fear entities collaborating in this world#now I'm curious who the other externals are... is ink5oul one of them? They seemed to delight in reactions.#is this government organization called the magnus institute or what do they call themselves now? also who is mr bonzo after?#I wonder if the black ops guys that showed up to that charity place on hilltop were a counter organization or the government?#mine#op#tmagp liveblog#tmagp 11#tmagp spoilers#tma spoilers#tma#tmagp#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol
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Haha 😂 it's family gossip and while I'd rather it have me not have to be involved and I'm a little insulted by one of the cousins involved, I am watching to see when and if the ball drops as it get dramatic
My cousins that are sisters to each other, one is young getting married. Okay fine bit young but fine, happy for her her relationship has proven strong and long and we saw it coming.
NOW Suddenly her older sister who has a history of being single and convincing herself she is in love with any crush she gets and changing to them, (who was after this guy who'd having nothing to do with her for 6 yrs) is now engaged to this 6 yr guy just under a year. Weird. not red flag but a bit weird. I congratulate them and hug so on then she tells me some plans and
. Well later I found out she kinda strong armed and organised the proposal a bit and now ALSO wants the wedding super close to her sisters wedding date. If not same. I cannot fathom how her younger sis isn't upset. I mean she prob won't get it with dates being hard to secure in weddings but oof. Slowly as deets emerge we found out an awful lot sounds like it was borrowed from younger sis
Oh and Both are each others bridesmaids. Really hope it's not same day in end. Be awkward. Or well timed???
I was previously the older cousins bestie but she has decided no to the last 3 months and thus said no bridesmaid for me.
I noticed the rest of her lists if friends is very similar to her sisters except carefully selected for a certain weight range and just her sister and a new friend. So far the girls mother is just happy both her girls are engaged and she hasn't noticed anything but she is going round ribbing other women including my mother how they won't get grandbabies or see kids wed but she will and so young! Wasn't she a great mother?
I'm repeating I'm not bitter and am sitting here just waiting for it to play out. However with how conflict avoidant younger sis and older sis fiance is there's a chance she may not raise a fuss.
Anyway I swear on my life and my grandparents grave this is all true. Wtf is my life right now
Seeing how much weddings cost tho I think I might skip a husband and just have a science baby 😅
Well marriage is just a lottery. You should sell your story to some channel so they can make tv series :D
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friend anon again, I think you were joking when you said ask me how I know about the addiction topic, but I would really be curious to know more of your thoughts on that (sorry if that's too invasive, you don't have to answer this at all, but I am curious!)
oof yeah i feel like i've overshared and made people uncomfortable, but if you're asking then i'm fine talking about it!! airing out my dirty laundry... 🧦
basically i just have a family history of addiction that goes back many generations on both sides of my family. myself, my parents, both sets of grandparents, and even my great grandparents have been affected by alcoholism and/or substance abuse at some point in our lives. some of them went totally sober, some passed away, some are still struggling right now and have been for many years. there's such a wide range of people in my family. yeah some fit the stereotype of the "typical alcoholic" and you could probably guess by just looking at them that they have substance use issues. but others are so young and put together, you would never know. 3 of them started their addiction with prescription pain meds because we have a lot of chronic pain in our family (i got all the good genetics huh lol), and the rest of us pretty much exclusively have a problem with alcohol. that's why it makes me so angry to see people imply that alcoholism is a lesser addiction when it has completely decimated my family 😒 the cherry on top is that my best friend since childhood has really similar problems and even though we try to support each other and keep ourselves in check, we both have ended up circling the drain like everyone else we know. so that's great
ironically my grandparents were casual meth users who stopped using meth quite easily, but could never quit drinking or smoking cigarettes no matter how many times they tried, and it was lung cancer that actually killed my grandma. i feel like that's a common misconception among people who don't know much about addiction; you would assume that a highly addictive drug like meth would permanently change your life, but every person is different and one substance may be a harmless treat every few months while another "lesser" substance will completely and utterly ruin your life. it's like how some people can do a few lines of coke at a party and look back on it as a fun college memory, but other people will have their world completely rocked by it. you just never know
i NEVER thought i would have a problem with alcohol. literally never. i was so hyper-aware of the damage it can cause and i took so many precautions. i never drank when i was in a bad mood, i never drank alone, i never drank in the day or super late at night, i never got so drunk i lost my memory, i never drank in unfamiliar places, i never drank to get through a menial task, etc. and i cant even pinpoint when or why that all changed. it all just got so fucked up. i don't like how i act when i'm drunk and i feel so embarrassed when i wake up and remember (or find out) what i said to people, so i prefer drinking alone but that's a whole other problem. i've nearly gotten into fights at bars with grown ass men, i've wandered around downtown and have no memory of getting home, i fell off a fucking rock ledge while hiking at sunset and yeah i can laugh about it but it's also like. i nearly killed myself and for what? because i was drunk and trying to take a good picture. i drink to make chores more bearable. i used to do my college homework tipsy. video games aren't fun sober anymore. i make unnecessary purchases while i'm drunk and that's on top of the financial burden that drinking already provides me. i'll take a hit of anything i'm offered while i'm drunk, and thank god so far that has only been weed or cigarettes, but drunk brandi would not even ask what it is. i genuinely can't bear the thought of talking about my feelings with people if i'm not drinking (even then, i don't say what i really want to say because my mind isn't clear enough to string a thought together). like every fucking aspect of my life has been tainted by alcohol and it happened so slowly that i never even saw it coming. and if it can happen to me, someone who was PREPARED, it can happen to anyone
i'm not trying to scare people, i just wish people understood how slow and insidious addiction can be. maybe then they'd have a little more compassion
but yeah, that's where i'm at right now 🥲 it helps to write about it and vent because i just don't do that in real life. and maybe this rambly mess can help someone else or at least put things in perspective
#also i saw your other message about the colors and i'm going to make another test swatch!#i'll post pics ❣️
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Im eepy and have little control, So imma send this before the anxiety kicks in, lol-
Same name gang! Also, you like Fairy Wrens? I think thats pretty neat, and also, funfact, that's why I chose the name Wren for myself!
I think it'd be pretty funky if we had similar name origins, but that could just be wishful thinking lol
Also, I'm bed with words, but I really appreciate you and your tags! Whenever I post something, i love seeing your tags. They make me very happy!
Anyways- I should sleep now
I hope you have a great day/night... time? Time!
I hope you have a great time existing today!
Aw thank you! I love your art! It's incredible! I do like fairy wrens, and a whole lot of other birds! But fairy wrens are so pretty. Kinda jealous of Australia not gonna lie!
The origin of Wren is that is the name I have chosen for myself in video games! Ever since I played pokemon crystal in middle school! On playr.org lol
And I chose Wren because ok long story incoming!
My great great grandparents wanted a son to name Ray. But they got a daughter instead. So they named her Raenata so that they could still call her Rae. Renata is the actual spelling. (The boys mother in ratatouille is named Renata!)
My mom "mispelled" my middle name as Renata, even though it was supposed to be Raenata. But it's actually spelled right XD
So I've always loved my middle name. So I started naming Kris in pokemon crystal Ren. But that didn't look right. It was around this time I started getting really interested in birds, and thought Wren seemed way cooler! Also I love nature based names. Ever since I like to name my characters Wren.
So Wrenata was taken as a username, but that's OK cause I can still use Wraenata! But I like to be called Wren as well <3
Also it doesn't bother me if people misspell wraenata at all. My first name is misspelled all the time, I am very used to it XD
Today I have to go to a family wedding with my parents. It's far away this is like an 8 hour ordeal at least oof. So it's going to be socially exhausting. I'll probably fall a bit behind on reblogs but I'll catch up on Monday. Thank you for the well wishes! I'll remember them when I'm feeling not so great at the wedding!
Also nobody should ever feel anxiety around me, I'm just a weirdo on the internet wayyy too much lol. I just enjoy spreading sunshine and comfort.
I hope you get some good rest! And thank you for this lovely ask it made my day! I always enjoy your art <3
#wren askbox#thank you this was so sweet#wren lovers rise up!#birds have my heart#and turtles XD#have a wonderful evening!
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QUESTIONS FOR YOU MY FRIEND
12. What was your last dream about?
13. What talents do you have?
14. Are you psychic in any way?
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
36. Favorite clean word?
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
41. Are you a good liar?
42. Are you a good judge of character?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
46. What is your personality type?
52. Favorite food?
53. Favorite foreign food?
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
55. Most used phrased?
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
62. Are you a good singer?
63. Biggest Fear?
64. Are you a gossip?
74. Are you ticklish?
77. Have you ever drank underage?
78. Have you ever done drugs?
91. Do you like your own name?
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
12. What was your last dream about?
I'm not good at remembering dreams, actually don't usually, but last night... there was something about having to escape from an empty dilapidated building (I watched John Wolfe play Escape the Backrooms yesterday lmao), but another part of the dream also had to do with me getting advice on how to go to the toilet xD
13. What talents do you have?
good question, idk lol. none that are useful for life. I'm good at sleeping though.
14. Are you psychic in any way?
don't think so
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
hell no. way too much attention, too little privacy, yadda yadda
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
there is no such thing as "typically". I eat yogurt or porridge or bread with salami/baloney/strawberry jam/nutella... depends on mood, what we have, and how much effort I wanna make lol
36. Favorite clean word?
I have no idea what this means
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
can't say for sure but I think I've never even been awake for 24 hours lmao
41. Are you a good liar?
uhhh dunno, I try not to lie
42. Are you a good judge of character?
I hope so?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
in English? I think... yeah? but in German not really :(
46. What is your personality type?
INFJ/INFP xD
52. Favorite food?
pizzaaaaaaaa
53. Favorite foreign food?
oof what constitutes foreign? food from the UK? because ya girl's missing crumpets ;D other than that... baked banana? I don't like a lot of food
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
considering that my dad just earlier pointed out how much space I'd had after tidying and that it's getting cluttered again... well. but, he also commented on how dusty one of the kitchen cabinets is because he's not much better than me lmao
55. Most used phrased?
I... don't know xD
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
dressed and stuff? can be done in 15 minutes. usually, it's 15 to 30.
62. Are you a good singer?
I think so, I guess. it's what family and friends say at least xD
63. Biggest Fear?
everything is scary. not being good enough. the future. change. staying like this and never getting better.
64. Are you a gossip?
I try not to.
74. Are you ticklish?
no. and no you don't have to test it. because i am most certainly not ticklish and nothing would happen.
(yes)
77. Have you ever drank underage?
nope! didn't even drink when it would've been legal (that's 16 in Germany).
78. Have you ever done drugs?
nope, only taking my meds :')
guess I was too boring in school or something, never even knew people who did (or didn't know if/when they did lol).
considering how "common" smoking weed seems I really do sometimes feel like I lived under a rock or on the dark side of the moon or something.
91. Do you like your own name?
yep :D
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
not as far as I know. but then again, my family isn't really close, I don't even know my paternal grandparents' siblings? or it might only be grandpa who has siblings. also don't know my great-grandparents' names or anything, so.
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Reunion: 2090
Another reunion-- this time, far, far into La Huerta's future. This one has the distinction of being written in first-person, which I never do! Note: the deaths of main characters are referred to in this fic.
Do feel free to shout out a year between 2024 and 2097 if you want me to write a specific one next. You can find the full series (in progress) here on AO3.
Word Count: 4195
Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @mauvecatfic @rhemenway888
Thanks for reading! Comments and re-blogs make me EXTRA happy. Always happy to nerd out about these characters with other fans.
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I was almost flying as I ran across the sand, almost as fast as Vivae in front of me-- and she was Vaanti. I don’t know if you know anything about the Vaanti, but they’re pretty much all crazy fast and strong. I grew up here on La Huerta, so I’ve always had to just try and keep up with my friends. We were running with our heads pointed up, looking for one of the aeroplanes that was going to bring the rest of our giant family home again.
“It’s there, Rafi!” Vivae hollered. “That one’s my grandma’s plane!”
I put my arm up to wave, and it must have thrown me off, because next thing I knew I was tripping over my foot and flying through the air.
“Oof!”
Suura came skidding to a stop, dodging around me. She’s Vivae’s little sister, eight years old. “Haha, splat!”
Vivae is ten, a year older than me, and her mom-- well, her and Suura’s mom, and Tuala who’s five, is the Elyyshar. We do a lot of fun stuff together, Vivae and me. Lots of exploring caves and beaches and jungles. She has lots of friends in Elyys’tel, but even though I’m a human, I’m her best friend.
But even best friends will laugh at you sometimes. “That was smooth…,” she chuckled.
I brushed myself off quickly and jumped back onto my feet. I was pretty good at that after all these years trying to keep up. “’mallright,” I grumbled. “Come on-- we’re gonna miss them getting off the plane!”
The annual reunion these days required the use of two planes-- one coming from San Trobida, and another picking everyone else up from Costa Rica. The San Trobida group is the biggest, but they were gonna be coming in a little bit later, and that was the plane all my family was on. My abuela and lola and my three tias, and my Tia Beatriz and Auntie Lilei’s kid, Ariel. Oh! And baby Pepa. I forget about her because she’s so new, only three months old. But this isn’t that aeroplane. This one has all Reggie and Mariama’s relatives from London-- including the kids, Pia and Elio. They’re pretty cool-- they speak all fancy with English accents and say ‘biscuits’ when they mean ‘cookies’. And Isla and Alex are on the plane with their family. They’re Ariel’s grandparents on Auntie Lilei’s side. They also have two other grandkids, William and Poppy, but William is only three and Poppy is just a baby, so they’re not that exciting yet.
Vivae and Suura’s grandma, Georgie, always flew the Costa Rica plane, ever since her dad taught her to fly. Flying was a family business, and Vivae always said she would be the next to follow in Great-Grandpa Jake’s footsteps. I don’t think that any of my relatives can fly an plane… but it would be pretty cool if I was the first. It wasn’t often that anyone actually went flying around here, so when they did, we always ran out onto the beach to watch.
Even though I’d fallen over, we made it back off the beach just as the plane came down onto the runway. We waved and cheered, and then it was time for the reunion.
My name is Rafael, but a lot of the time, people call me Rafito, or Rafi, or Raf. Rafael Diego Montoya is my full name. Like I said, I live here on La Huerta, in Catalys’tel which is not far from Elyys’tel, where Vivae and her family live. I live with my dad, who’s called Sol Montoya, and my mom, who’s called Serafina. They met in high school back in San Trobida, then went to college together… and then decided they’d rather live here, which is great for me, because La Huerta is awesome. Like, there’s a giant tortoise that’s taller than my dad, and a big old fox that has ice powers. As well as my mom and dad, I have my little brother, Danilo-- he’s three-- and the baby that mom’s pregnant with right now. We’re going to call her Carmela.
Ma Taylor and Ma Estela live next-door-- they’re my great-grandmas. They’re also two of the ‘Catalysts’ who our home was named after, because this was the village they all lived in together when the world ended. I know that sounds crazy, but it really happened-- everyone was gone except for the people safe on La Huerta, but it all got fixed when the island’s spirit went home. All the Catalysts stayed really good friends, and they came back every year with their families-- that’s the reunions. Now, most of them have died because they were really old, but some of them are still here, including my great-grandmas. Ma Quinn is here too. We call her ‘Ma’ out of respect because she’s old, even though she’s not my granny or great-granny or anything. And there’s Zahra, who I can’t call ‘Ma’ because she said she’ll punch me if I do. She’s funny. And Pa Diego, who lives in Elyys’tel with Pa Varyyn, who used to be the Elyyshar. Pa Diego helped make my abuela, so he’s kind of my great-grandpa.
Because a lot of the Catalysts had children, and a lot of their children had children, and then some of those had children too, the reunions are pretty busy. Abuelita said there’s more than fifty of us, which is a lot to cram into the big room in The Celestial at dinner time. I’m friends with all the kids-- Pia and Elio who I already said about, and Ximena who’s eleven but has only been to one reunion before because she was adopted a bit over a year ago. And there’s Vivae, Suura and Tuala who were on the table next to ours-- and Xiryyn who’s their cousin is with them. I see them all the time because they live here, so it might not seem that exciting, but Vivae’s my best friend, and I was super glad she’s there with me because it’s really hard not to be shy when there’s fifty people to talk to.
Of course, I was sitting next to Danilo, who’s my little brother. He wasn’t very good at keeping his potatoes on his fork and I reckon more went on the floor than in his mouth. On my other side, I had Ariel, who was talking, talking, talking, even though she had a mouthful of roast pork. Ariel’s talking about babies a lot right now, probably ‘cause she’s all excited still about being a big sister, and maybe a little bit ‘cause she’s excited about my mom having a baby soon. I don’t think babies are that interesting, so I went to hang out with some other people instead after a little while.
Or I tried to. Ariel’s good at following me around.
“Ma ‘Stela,” Ariel said loudly, putting an arm around her bisabuela’s shoulder after I’d sad down next to her, “are you sad because the old man died?”
I looked at Ma Estela, then at old Reggie in the next chair, worried that Ariel might have upset them. She was talking about Pa Aleister, one of the Catalysts. He died not that long ago. I’m not really great at remembering who’s related to who to be honest, but I know Pa Aleister was Reggie’s dad. I also know he was Ma Estela’s brother and that she loved him a lot. All the Catalysts loved each other a lot. I reckon you would get pretty attached if you were friends with someone for years and years and years and years like that.
Estela’s eyes were sad, but she was calm and patient. She was always patient with the little kids, even when they were crazy annoying. “Yeah, I’m sad he’s not here. It never feels quite right when someone doesn’t show up for the reunion. You know, Pa Aleister was your great-great uncle.” She nodded sympathetically to Reggie. “And he was Reggie’s dad.”
I’m not sure what would be worse, a person’s brother dying, or their dad. It was just… sad. Big, heavy sadness. Ariel didn’t look like she understood how big and heavy it was, how scary it was that someone could suddenly not be there. Maybe I didn’t understand when I was six either.
“Pa Aleister was really nice,” said I said quietly.
“Was he really old?” Ariel asked. “I think he must be very old because you’re very old, and Reggie is quite a bit old and he was Reggie’s dad.”
Reggie chuckled at Ariel’s assessment of him. “He was very old, old and happy. But when you get very old, at some point your body stops working. My dad was ninety-five years old--”
“Wow! That’s ancient!”
I wriggled my arm through Ma Estela’s. She always gave me a hug when I was sad. I figured she might need one now. She was ninety-four… and Ma Taylor, my other great-grandma and Ma Estela’s wife, was ninety-five just like Pa Aleister was. They must have been worried all the time that their bodies would stop working, that some day, the sun would come up and they just wouldn’t be alive anymore.
Ma Estela held me tightly. She wasn’t very strong anymore, but I know from lots of stories that she had once been able to fight monsters and win. Even for a very, very old lady, though, she gave a good, tight cuddle when it was needed-- it wasn’t as hard work as monster-fighting after all.
“We don’t know for sure,” she said, “but we think there might be something about spending a lot of time on La Huerta that has helped us have long lives like we have. It seems like those of us who spent the most time here have stuck around the longest-- and Ma Quinn, who carried a part of Vaanu inside her for a while.”
“Do you think you’ll be a hundred?” Ariel asked, eyes wide.
I sure hope so. A hundred wasn’t even very far away….
Ma Estela gave a laugh of a sigh. “I’ll see what I can do, mija.”
“You should try,” said Ariel, kinda bossily. “you should all try and be a hundred.”
And with that, she ran off back to her moms.
“Rafito?” Ma Estela gave me an extra squeeze. “Are you okay, mijo? It’s not exactly a fun conversation. Elita, we love her, but she’s blunt as a sledgehammer.”
I nodded. I probably wasn’t very convincing. “I don’t want you and Reggie to be sad.”
“Sad happens sometimes. It would’ve happened tonight whether your cousin was sensitive to it or not.”
“Hey, Rafi,” Reggie said, “it would’ve made my dad really happy to know you thought he was a nice man. He didn’t always believe he was.”
“That’s weird!”
“Yeah, unfortunately, people’s brains are good at tricking themselves into thinking they’re not as great as they really are.”
“Your brain can do that? That really sucks. Poor Pa Aleister.”
Ma Estela laughed. “It happens to a lot of us. And then some people think they’re god when actually they’re a steaming piece of shit. Life’s weird like that.”
Swearing grannies make me laugh every single time-- maybe Ma Estela knew that was what I needed. I’m gonna swear a lot when I’m old, I’ve already decided.
“I liked Pa Aleister,” I said. It was true. He was good at telling you facts that you’d never know if he wasn’t around to tell you. Like a really tall old wrinkly encyclopedia man. “I hope his brain told him lots of good things too.”
Reggie smiled, which I thought was kinda odd, ‘cause we were talking about his dead dad. “I think he got better at making it tell him good things and not listening to the bad ones. We all told him we appreciated him too.”
“I should think so,” Ma Estela grunted. “This whole place, The Celestial, it wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. Aleister worked hard so we could have somewhere to come together, because his family was the most important thing to him. I was really lucky to have him as my brother.”
I let out a big breath and snuggled into Ma Estela’s baggy shirt, hugging her until the sadness and the being scared was squished out like water from a sponge. I was gonna miss her old lady hugs when she died too, but I knew I was lucky to have them while I did.
“Is there any room over here for little old me?”
It was Ma Taylor. I know I said how good at hugs Ma Estela is, but actually Ma Taylor is just as good. She’s really very cuddly. I guess that’s just what great-grandmas are like. But I bet if Zahra was a great-grandma, she still wouldn’t be cuddly.
Ma Taylor made a tired ‘ooh’ sound as she sat carefully down, and seemed like she had to catch her breath. Ma Estela looked at her with love eyes.
“Mi amor, you know these people are gonna be here all week, you’re allowed to pace yourself on the socialising.”
“Oh, ‘Stel! As if I could ever hold myself back?” Her smile became a little sad. “I hadn’t properly caught up with Erin or Imogen since the funeral.”
“No,” said Ma Estela, and she rubbed my arm, as if cuddling me was helping. I kinda wanted to go off and play with the other kids, but I also didn’t want to be sad. If I was helping, I would stay with her and the other old people a little bit longer.
I sometimes think Ma Taylor could read minds, and this was another one of those times, because she said: “Rafi! I promise we’re going to be all right. You should have some fun with your friends-- you know this week always goes way too fast.”
“Go,” Ma Estela said with a nod. “We’re gonna go do a memorial thing in a little while. It’s sad, but it does help. Taylor’s right; you’ve gotta enjoy the people you love while they’re with you, ‘cause it’s never gonna be long enough.”
They said that, but I was pretty sure Ximena, and Pia and Elio, and Xiryyn, and Vivae and Tuala and Suura, and all the little kids, they would all still be here a long time after my great-grandmas weren’t anymore. I did what they said, though. I gave them both a big hug, and I gave one to Reggie, and then I followed Ariel back to the party.
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Some of the other kids were close relatives of Pa Aleister, so they went off to the memorial thingy, but I still had my Vaanti friends, and my cousin, Ariel. We played a lot of tickle chase all up and down the sand hills, and round and round the big tables in the big hall, but what we really wanted to do was to check out the new waterslides. They were finished weeks ago, but we weren’t allowed to play on them until the reunion. And even though it was the reunion now, we still had to find an adult to supervise us. Annoyingly, a lot of our moms and dads took safety very seriously.
“Clear off, brats!” Zahra growled at us as she came back from the memorial thingy and sat down in a comfy-looking chair. Actually, she said something else, but it wasn’t words I’m allowed to say. Zahra wasn’t being mean; she knows it makes us laugh when she’s all grouchy. She laughs too.
“We’re gonna go on the slides, but we need a grown-up!” Ariel explained.
“Hey,” said Suura hopefully, “you’re a grown-up….”
Zahra pulled a sucking-a-lemon face. “Uh, if you think I wouldn’t just let you --rudewords-- drown in the name of peace and --rudeword-- quiet, you’re dumber than you look.”
“Zahra!” Imogen said in a telling-off voice. Imogen was Reggie’s sister, so she was pretty old. I think she was my abuela’s cousin or something, and Pia, Elio, Ximena, William and Poppy’s great-aunt. “Haven’t there been enough tears tonight? We don’t need you picking on the damn kids.”
Zahra snorted. “Little assholes love it. I’m still not supervising while they chuck themselves down the waterslides.”
Then Pia came running up; her eyes were all pink and puffy like she’d been crying. Probably she had. “We’re trying out the new waterslides now?”
Pia was the oldest of all of us kids. She was thirteen, which basically meant she was half-kid, half-adult…. but not quite old enough to be allowed to be responsible for the rest of us in the pool.
Imogen frowned. “It’s gonna be me left to supervise, isn’t it? Look, just give me a moment. I’ll rope Arthur into coming over to watch as well. Not having to jump in the pool after drowning children is one of the perks of being over sixty as far as I’m concerned.”
“Yes!” Pia and me cried at the same time.
It was on!
As it turned out, we actually had quite a few adults come to watch us test out the slides. The thing was, it was pretty much only the old crusty adults who probably weren’t gonna be super helpful if we had an emergency.
Ma Quinn sat at the edge of the pool, dipping her toes in. She waved to us all, but especially to Ariel, while we climbed up the steps to the very top. My lola was there-- they’re my dad’s parent, and my abuela too-- my dad’s mom-- and her moms. Pa Diego and Pa Varyyn were there too. Imogen’s twin sister Erin and her husband Johan came to watch and cheer, which made Ximena smile. Ximena was a little bit more shy ‘cause she didn’t grow up with us, but it seemed like she was getting the hang of it. So, I didn’t feel too bad pushing in front of her in the line-up for the first go on the biggest slide….
Unfortunately, this didn’t go unnoticed.
“Hey, Rafito, elbows to yourself!”
“Sorry Abuela!” It was pretty embarrassing, I knew my face was going red, but hopefully it was dark enough no one would notice. I quietly apologised to Ximena too.
In the end, it was Ariel who got the first turn-- she somehow wriggled through all the gaps between us other kids and squeezed out into the top of the slide. Guess it pays to be small and slippery. And it didn’t really matter that I had to wait my turn-- I went down the biggest slide again and again and again. I raced Vivae and Suura on the triple slide, and I tandemed the twisty one with Ariel even though she screamed so loud my ears hurt, and I even went down the big one backwards. I accidentally swallowed a load of water, but it was so fun. I don’t want to brag too much, but I got a lot of cheers from all the old grannies and grandpas watching us.
The good thing about the waterslides was that they were really high up, and you could see the whole party all around us. I saw that all of the old Catalysts had gone; I guessed to go and lie down because they were tired. Fair enough-- I was nearly ready for bed, and I was only nine. But Vivae saw where they’d actually gone.
“Rafi, it’s Furball! Down there with Ma Quinn!”
That made more sense. As if they’d just got bored of watching us!
We took one last go down the slides, then all the other kids followed us to the beach. Ma Quinn was sitting there with Furball, the magic blue ice fox, feeding him something from her hand. The other old guys were sitting down there too-- Ma Estela and Ma Taylor, Pa Diego and Pa Varyyn, and Zahra too. They’d all known Furball for a long, long time, and when he saw them all by the pool, he must have wanted to say hi.
We ran up, and Ma Quinn put her finger to her lips to tell us to be quiet. We slowed down, creeping closer so we didn’t scare Furball. I’d only seen him a couple times, so I was really concentrating on making sure he didn’t want to run away. It must have worked, because he looked at all us kids for a little bit, then he went back to eating the cupcake in Ma Quinn’s hand.
“Wow,” Ximena whispered. “He’s really real… look at all the snow on the ground!”
Ma Quinn smiled, her wrinkly old face going even wrinklier. “He’s really real. Furball is a very old friend of ours. He’s an old man now, and likes being left alone, but sometimes….” She offered a sprinkling of cupcake crumbs to Ximena, who then held them out to the big blue fox. “…he does feel like some human company.”
“He gets old even though he’s magic?” Ariel asked.
“He does,” said Ma Quinn. “I guess it happens to everyone who’s lucky enough to live that long. Even magic foxes.”
Pia asked a more worrying question. “Are you gonna be able to stand back up again?”
Ma Quinn and the other old guys laughed a bit at that.
“Absolutely not,” Ma Taylor said, but she was chuckling when she said it. “But sometimes you’ve got to sit on a beach and enjoy the cool sand against your skin anyway.”
Ma Estela grunted. “Speak for yourself, cariña, I can still get up from the ground. Just don’t time me on it.”
“I guess we can help you when you need to get up,” Elio said, “I’m pretty strong.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Ma Taylor. “Anyway, it’s a big party. Someone’ll be able to haul us back onto our feet.”
I crouched down really small, and held out my fingers so Furball could sniff them. There were no crumbs on them, but he gave me a smell all the same, and he looked right at my face and made a little ‘mrrp’ noise. ‘Furball’ sounded like a name for a little fluffy thing, but this guy was big, with long legs and wide feet for walking in the snow. He had a big fluffy mane, almost like a lion, but it was white, and most of his fur was blue and spotty.
“He’s pretty big for a ‘Furball’”, I said.
“He wasn’t always as big as this,” Ma Quinn said. “He grew up fast when the old Mountain Guardian died. The old one was much, much bigger-- a giant bear with horns like a ram.”
“Woah!” cried Ariel, forgetting to be quiet. Furball didn’t seem to mind-- he seemed like he’d decided we were friends.
Ma Quinn laughed again. “Yes, she was pretty impressive. We think Furball didn’t grow as big as that because there was less of Vaanu’s magic left here when it was time for him to grow up. The Deep Guardian, the Shore Guardian, and the Sea Guardian are all much bigger. When they all die, we don’t think anything will take their places.”
Usually, Zahra said cheeky things and made us laugh, but now she was just quiet. Her eyes were sad, not really looking at anything in particular, like all she could see was her thoughts. She must have had a lot of empty places where things she used to know were. They would be kept just in her thoughts now. Ma Taylor reached out and squeezed Zahra’s arm. I bet she knew what Zahra was sad about.
Furball licked my fingers. It made me jump, ‘cause his tongue was cold, not like a normal tongue at all.
“We’re pretty lucky,” I said. “Like, that we get to see them.”
Maybe all the magic would go away one day. Maybe it would all grow old and die, like the Catalysts. I would make sure I remembered it all, all the things like Furball’s cold tongue. I bet no one will believe me about things like that, but it’s better to have magic stories than no magic at all.
Furball made another ‘mrrp’ noise, then started turning in circles. And in the circles, more snow appeared.
“Aw, look!” said Suura, “He’s going to bed!”
He curled up in a ball on his snow bed, then stuck his head out to rest on Ma Quinn’s bare foot. It must have made her toes cold!
“Night-night, Furball,” she said. “I was about to head to bed myself, but I guess I can play pillow for a little while.”
Furball snored-- he fell asleep so quick!-- and snowflakes appeared out his nose when he did. La Huerta was so special that even snores could be magic. I guess that was really why the whole giant family came back every year to be here together. If not everyone in the world could know about the magic, the lucky ones who did had to make sure they spent time appreciating it and sharing it.
I hope the magic lasts a long, long time. I hope at least a little bit of it lasts forever.
#endless summer#catalyst kiddos#estela x mc#estela montoya#taylor montoya#quinn kelly#zahra namazi#reginald aleister hall#marmo's reunions project
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hey! just wanted to inject some nuance into the dwd conversation (sorry for the length but... oof people talking about this make me frustrated). right off the bat - i totally agree that a lot of people are way out of line with the response to dwd and to olivia wilde in particular, like that one twt account ppl mentioned in the tags (just vile). but i think that there's layers of context here where there are legitimate reasons for people to be upset, they just are... high jumping over any kind of nuance or reasoned discussion and right to weinstein rape apologist language.
it was definitely decided that the promo for this movie was going to play up harry styles' sex appeal and draw attention that way. i mean, the first trailer included an oral sex scene. there was a deliberate decision made to include that, knowing that it would get attention. now, we don't know if that decision was olivia wilde's, or a studio marketing department's, or (most likely) some combination of both, but it did occur! it's not just the fans making it all about the sex. from what i've heard from those who've seen early screenings, there isn't actually a lot of sex in the movie outside of what's in the trailers, because the sex isn't the focus of the movie itself. so, again, this is how they chose to market it, and it did get attention for that.
i think olivia wilde herself, as the main person promoting and speaking about the movie so far (in interviews, etc) has gone along with that marketing strategy. the full context from the vogue story of the sex quote is that first, in the preceding paragraph, olivia is the one to bring up sex in movies.
“The 1950s get this rap as a very controlled, conservative era, when in fact it was incredibly debaucherous. My grandparents on my mother’s side loved to party,” Wilde says. One of Wilde’s aesthetic reference points for her film was Poolside Gossip, Slim Aarons’s photo of coiffed women in caftans chatting over cocktails in a Palm Springs backyard whose manicured perfection can’t help but imply some Lynchian rot lurking beneath; another was the thrillers of Adrian Lyne, like Fatal Attraction and Indecent Proposal. Those movies are “really sexy, in a grown-up way,” Wilde tells me. “I kept saying, ‘Why isn’t there any good sex in film anymore?’ ”
then in the next paragraph, they ask about that scene in particular, and you get the "though she readily volunteers that she intends for her audience to 'realize how rarely they see female hunger, and specifically this type of female pleasure.' " quote.
again, the sex isn't the focus of the movie and we don't hear anything about how the sex relates to the themes of the movie (other than aesthetically). they could choose not to talk about it. but this is the promo strategy they went with, and it obviously has worked at drawing attention. on a more personal to olivia note, a lot of people took issue with her sharing an instagram post from an account called the clit.test about good sex in media approving of dwd (again, focused on that scene in the trailer).
moving on with more nuance - the non-con of it all. again, a lot of the response has been 'how dare this movie depict non-consensual sex' which is... not the most productive way to engage with art. BUT i do think it's valid that people are feeling some ick about having watched the trailer, having absorbed the messaging of the headlines around the film, having felt one particular way about the sex in it, and then learned that it's non-consensual. i don't blame them for feeling uncomfortable. for example, the clit.test actually took back their instagram post when they learned about it (also apparently after a healthy dose of harassment from all sides, so... great job guys). this is also where the way the larger themes of the movie have been framed gets (for lack of a better word) problematic, and is more directly tied to olivia.
again, full quote for context, but this is how olivia teed up the themes of the movie (and they've stayed consistent) at cinemacon, with the first trailer drop:
“I want you to imagine a life where you have everything you could want,” she told the crowd of theater owners. “Not just material, tangible things… like a beautiful house, perfect weather and gorgeous cars. But also the things that really matter, like true love or the perfect partner or real trusted friendships and a purpose that feels meaningful. What would it take for you to give up that life, that perfect life. What are you really willing to sacrifice to do what’s right?” Wilde asked. “Are you willing to dismantle the system that’s designed to serve you?”
this framing - implying pretty heavily that florence pugh's character has "true love" or "the perfect partner", or that her situation is a "system that's designed to serve [her]" when her consent to the sex they're having is dubious at best, because of her lack of awareness and agency in the overall context is... it's just a yikes.
so - just trying to give context, that while most of the backlash against the movie has been over the top, misogynist, and bullying - there are some actual potential issues with it, and i wish people talked more reasonably about it instead of just going with "boo olivia wilde evil boo".
Oh anon. I know I'm not really one to talk - but that's a lot of words. And all it suggests to me is that you don't know what nuance means.
I disagree with your central premise and also think this ask is steeped in media illiteracy, hypocrisy and a terrifying view of consent.
I can't tell if your argument is that it's wrong to try and make sex scenes sexy, with this premise (I'll try and avoid spoilers). Or if your argument is that it's wrong to include sex scenes in the marketing campaign or a movie with this premise. I don't think either argument is sustainable - and are incredibly limited and controlling attitude towards art. (The same thing is shown with your bizarre reading of Olivia Wilde's quote, which suggests you have completely missed the point she's made).
A few more points:
Profile writers don't always replicate the order conversations happened in their profile - so 'this paragraph came first' is not evidence that it happened first in the conversation.
We do know who makes the decisions when it comes to how movies are marketed: marketing departments. The fact that you don't speaks to your lack of interest in the subject, not that it's mysteriously unknowable.
The premise of this movie makes large elements of it non-consensual. (I cannot believe that anyone who is trying to take the moral high ground would call something that is clearly non-consenting dubious consent).
Harry has talked about doing sex scenes in this movie. Harry has used sex to promote his art. Harry has made art where sex is one of the key themes. He's made unclear references to lack of consent in his art. The hypocrisy of fandom is really clear.
#And what's annoying#is that I actually really politically disagree with the point I think Olivia Wilde was making#when she talked about the perfect life#and there's no space to talk about what I actually think of any of this#beause there's just this made up frenzy outrage#everywhere
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Walker Finale, 12ish hours removed
(I've had a lot of time to think so...)
Cordi being a goofy dad, you love to see it
Do NOT like the Serano mention, nope nope, hard nope.
Cordi and Geri fake fight was genuinely one of the funniest things I've ever watched for no reason. Geniuses
But Cordi's emotion even as Geri drove off with Gale, oof
Geri calling Gale (and Marv) mom (and dad) *ick*
Cassie moving into Trey's building and immediately messing with him with the music, she's my best friend actually
Immediately didn't trust that date of Cassie's
Cordi telling Geri to go to the scene of the crime like he did with Stan, I love this duo so much
Though I might have been preemptive in giving them otp status. I absolutely would not be mad if they end up together but they're such a great brotp too. And I'm very in my Emily feelings lately
Geri is frighteningly good at this act though
SHE DID IT BABIE
At least she knows Frank wasn't the killer now....? That's something right?
Cordell Walker, everybody
Denise confessing after she realized it was never the fault of any Walker. Still hate her but hey they're getting their home back!!!
Abby and Bonham literally the cutest grandparents to ever exist
Cordi and Stella heart to heart full circle with that board game, love to see it
Stella isn't going anywhere, though
Liam wanting to work the ranch, love to see it
Jared Padalecki once again stealing my heart
THAT ENDING WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME
Ok ok, real talk, thoughts for what that means
Stella isn't going anywhere, not with her father in the wind
We're increasing the likelihood of Trey becoming a ranger, they're gonna need all hands on deck to find Cordi, and he'll want to help, it's in his blood
Probably some new bitch DA cause I hope Denise will not keep her job
Dan and Colton can stay though. And Jared's already said they've got some story left. So that's neat
I'm still very confused about how Cassie is going to be connected to the Cordi situation but hey
Also off topic but how the hell did they subdue Cordell? The man was already sprinting along, he's a trained fighter, I hate this
Guess they coulda tased him.... or something
Also really curious what they're gonna do with Geri next season, Odie's gonna need time off so....
Anything that happens I'm gonna be around and screaming
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How about 22, 23, and 26 for the ask game? <3
22. Say 3 things about someone you love
It may sound cheesy, but I really couldn't think of anyone else, so here's three things I love about my mother:
She is a strong woman you always fights to achieve her goals
She never lets anyone push her around (you really don't want to get on her bad side, she's scary when she gets mad. Nicole Waterson scary 😖)
She has a very kind heart and will go do anything to help those in need
23. Say 3 things about someone you hate
I'm trying really hard to think of someone I hate 😅 I don't hate easily. I think the only person I genuinely dislike is my aunt, so let's go with her:
She's unbelievably sloppy. She lived with my grandparents for years after her divorce and not once did she help clean up. I'm not even kidding, that place is disgusting
She's hasn't got a caring bone in her body. Before my grandfather passed away last year, he was bedridden for months and she was his only caretaker, however she would just ignore him for days on end. My father and my uncle firmly believe he would've lived longer if only she had tended to him like she was supposed to
She's soooo conceited. Like, she believes her opinion has more value than others' and refuses to listen to anybody else 😒
Oof this got a little too dark, sorry about that 😓
26. Fave color and why?
Purple. I mean, what's not to like? It's purple!! It's a beautiful color!
I really can't think of anything to justify why I love this color 😅 But for the sake of the answer, I Googled the reasons why purple is such a great color and found this great answer from SensationalColor.com:
It fosters creativity by awakening our senses while promoting the quiet necessary to make intuitive, insightful observations. Purple creates a harmonious balance of awareness and peace. Purple fosters creativity by awakening our senses while promoting the quiet necessary to make intuitive, insightful observations.
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A verrrrrry festive post, yes! Gotta love these modern Love Day traditions, such as un-aliving nearly all of your ancestors, right? Right?
This post contains lots of descriptions and rambling so: info about the Owl family’s under the cut! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
I really enjoyed building the lot! I published it with the empty building on the Gallery back in February so you can download it without any of my game’s influence - except for the Villareal family graves, but they don’t mean anything if they’re alive in your game! The lot looks kinda wonky on the Gallery pictures but the idea was that there’d be a biiig space for proper graves for the Owl family, a small area for pet graves (also made with platforms), and a place for the spouses (they deserve to be close). The rest is just props for other dead Sims. Bury them, remember them, celebrate what you had together!
So, it was finally time! All 12 generations - from Valentina to Aurelia - are gone. It took me around two full Sim days to OOF everyone - toddlers and pets included. I didn’t have that much patience or desire to do it naturally so I let myself download a Command Center mod and just end them this way. It didn’t always go as planned and the death options were kinda limited but you gotta do what you gotta do. The post limit is 10 pictures but I picked some of the ‘cooler’ ones, though I admit I wasn’t documenting it as much because after some time it felt very grotesque; even if it’s just a game, it felt a bit disrespectful. ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐
In the end, nearly everyone is finally at peace - tho Max Villareal didn’t drop his urn after dying! I think one of Delphini’s kittens didn’t get a tombstone either since technically pets can’t die until they’re adults, at least from what I remember. Speaking about peace and eternal rest, most Sims who were connected to the Owls - so the Vatores, Behrs, significant friends etc. are gone too! As I mentioned in this post, I want to give more space to random Sims and try be somewhat consistent with who is still around in the world. They might be friends of the Owl family but none of them is immortal - not anymore at least! That means that when Ariel’s time eventually comes, her friends from her chess club will have to go too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Generation 13 and later ones (so starting with Hendrick and his descendands) are still alive, and I’m gonna keep them around until the next generation. I think I’ll do it in a way that the latest generation can have great grandparents - they’d just exist in the background, not to be seen that often, best case scenario. I like the idea that they’d come to birthday parties and what not, examples being Wren and Ariel’s birthday, Hendrick and Curtis’ wedding, and Deryn and Vanessa’s birthday, just to name the few! But I’ll really try to limit how many generations can be around - great grandparents are really pushing it so anything beyond this point is instantly gone.
It’s also tricky for me because I like to keep everyone in the same household as one entity but also go with generations - so for example I wouldn’t un-alive Hendrick and Curtis if Vanessa can’t go, but I don’t want Vanessa to go yet because I wish Deryn to go at the same time since they’re the same generation. But then what with Maria, also the same generation? And Ariel? I’ll have to think about it again soon, maybe I’ll go with households instead of generations after all - it just makes more sense... in a way!
So, that was a funny post! Pretty fitting for a mood before my defending my MA thesis this Friday. I cannot believe I managed to synchronise this post like this, I had a huge backlog of screenshots since early February! The timing is really hilarious. Well, maybe I’ll post a second “part” of this post after my exam to showcase how, uhm, cool (???) this cemetary looks. I think I did a pretty good job, it gives me this familiar vibe - Poles are pretty serious when it comes to the deceased etc. Please, look forward to it and pray for me on Friday!!
#the sims 4#get together#get famous#gallery#graveyard#lilith vatore#caleb vatore#grim reaper#morgyn ember#minerva charm#cats and dogs#norwegian buhund#american staffordshire terrier#amstaff#paka'a uha#blossom greenburg#mary greenburg#jacques villareal#knox greenburg#darrel charm#siamese#cat#cemetery
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short update: got a bunch of things queued that are a mix of hcs, aesthetic, text, meme, & image!! the schedule is currently at the default 2 times a day, but i may change this.
more mun business under the cut.
on the oof side: haven't been feeling great the last couple of days cause of Shark Week™ being a literal pain. a lot of IRL stuff has had me either asleep, helping my grandparents, or making sure to stay connected with friends outside of this particular hobby, such as hanging in VCs & playing games.
on the positive side: i am officially gonna have a published thing!! actually for realsies!!
i've also gotten re-listed for the upcoming school year so fingers crossed that goes smoothly and much better than last year so i can save more significantly than i have been. also-also we have been gearing up because Pennsic is coming and i'm gonna be a helping hand go-fer slightly more than usual this year!
working on it side: i've got another reboot i gotta do. still working on tags for here. i've gotta re-tackle the queues for the marvel & spn multis. i may be thinking about adding two more muses here. i've got spiderverse brainrot and i WILL continue to meme about my sassy spidey baby because i love her. i'm gonna be seeing about re-organizing my cursive greek myth project so i can start it over on a clean edge. && i'm trying to learn how to draw more things, including people. gotta work on a promo edit at some point so i have something Pretty for here lol
all in all, got a lot going on!! i am trying to break out of being a lurky-loo but its definitely a process that i am struggling with; hopefully the queued memes help. also the discord update hit me so feel free to hmu @ groveofchaos on discord!!
dumblr IM is trash and always hides things from meeee
#( out of the grove | ooc )#( PSA )#[ sort of a rundown on all fronts ]#&& with that im gonna see about taking another nap#cause i gotta do stuff in the morning lol
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Do you mind sharing why you moved around so much in your youth? I find it very interesting bc my parents only moved houses in the same small town before I was born. And then they never moved. I grew up with the same friends from primary school, parted ways in highschool, still run into them sometimes when we visit our hometown at the same time. I really wonder how different it must be for you, making friends and moving away, not crossing path with them anymore, distant memories and loves.
i don't mind sharing! and i do think most ppl are more like your case, with ppl living in the same place/around family their whole life, and my parents did decide to do that eventually lol. we first lived in a city where my grandparents lived too, went to school there, but then we moved from belgium to the US bc my dad went to study there. it was an amazing time where i truly felt i had a great community, despite being so young. amazing school, i played soccer, did ballet, went swimming, gathered at the playground like all the other neighborhood kids... oof. it gets a lil emotional if i think about it too much. what the rest of my childhood could've been yk? anyway, my dad finished his studies and my parents were getting nervous living in the states bc politics were getting more intense back then (it was 2003) and so they moved us back to belgium. not too far from the initial city we lived in, but a village rip. even tho i was still pretty young i remember it as a culture shock lol. i'll just say school sucked. i could never adjust. i had friends all throughout and into high school but i don't remember it fondly, and i just have some friends left from that time. after hs i lived in finland with a host family, ig you could say i tried to escape something, and then i moved to another city in belgium for my studies. and tbh bc of my uprooted weird early childhood i can tell i'm uneasy living somewhere for too long and it sucks. during my studies i changed dorms every year. after my studies i moved to brussels and only stayed for two years bc i got sick of it. then i moved to berlin, which didn't work out in the end, so now i'm back in belgium again in the city where i did uni jhsrkjfr
feels weird to list it all out like that. ig that is also waaaay too much info but yeah. these are def things i've been thinking about more lately bc i never fully realised how it shaped my life to the core. there's def a lack of feeling "at home", a feeling i come close to feeling when i visit where i lived in the US and then it's not even full bc i haven't lived there since i was a kid so. i don't really know it anymore. yeah. here's to making the city i live in now my home, right?
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Steph's Crew - Part 9: It's Too Late to Apologise
(cw - strong language)
Intro
This picks up right after the party left off, so I'll give a quick recap of what went down at the party:
Bret is relapsing into his bad habits again
Elise gets frustrated with him for it (as well as not obeying her house rules about smoking. The party was held at her house btw.)
Alice arrives late because she was never properly invited by any of them (oof). She remains mad at them the whole time for it
Bret breaks Elise's precious vase (aka the last present from her grandparents before they passed), and now Elise is furious at him
Alice is also furious, mainly at Dylan and Bret for not inviting her (when they express that they weren't even sure she'd enjoy it considering she's usually too busy to go out and party with them)
Elise leaves the house, too upset to stay any longer (but nobody knows where she's going). Bret feels bad and tries to run after her and convince her to come back, but fails
Party ends on a sad, awkward note, with Bret tearfully expressing his guilt (mainly about hurting Elise, but also about kind of ruining the party)
So yeah, that party was a lot. In this part, Bret finds Elise and tries to make amends with her. We also get a bit more of Alice and especially Dylan here. They have a bit of a falling out at the start, mostly because of Dylan's stressful family situation, and he eventually reaches breaking point and decides to take action.
(Dylan, home late from the party)
The journey home (after the party's over)
Dylan: (to the Uber driver) Thank you. (opens the car door for Alice) Man, can you believe that party? What a fucking mess…
Alice: (laughs) Yeah, it was wild. I can't believe Bret broke El's vase. That's just so typical of him.
Dylan: Indeed it is. Whatever, though. I'm just glad it's all over.
Alice: Yeah. Me too.
(the two of them walk in silence for a while)
Dylan: I really need another drink.
Alice: (teasing) Oh, Dylan. You and your drinking. Why do you do it? You know it only causes you problems.
Dylan: Oh, shut up. You don't know anything about my problems.
Alice: That's not totally true. I know that your mum leaving and getting married again to a guy that isn't your dad is really stressing you out. That counts as a problem, right?
Dylan: (abruptly stops walking) Fuck you, Alice. You don't know shit about my family!
Alice: What the- I'm sorry, Dylan, I was just trying to make a joke. I didn't mean to upset you. Honestly, I-
Dylan: (interrupts) You know what? Forget it. You can just head home yourself. See you later.
Alice: Wait, Dylan! Don't be mad. Please! I was just teasing. I didn't mean anything by it.
Dylan: Whatever. Goodnight. (Storms off, leaving Alice alone in the middle of the street)
Alice: (Shouts after him) Fine, be mad! See if I care! (sighs, mutters to herself) Great, now I have to walk home alone in the dark… Thanks a lot, Dylan!
Dylan gets home
Dylan: DAD! SAM! I'm back now!
Dad: Dylan, where were you? Why are you home so late?!
Dylan: Uh…Nice to see you too, Dad. How's your day been?
Dad: Don't you try that with me, Dylan. Not now.
Dylan: Geez, Dad. Calm down, will you?
Dad: Calm down?! Do you have any idea how worried we were? Me and your brother?
Dylan: What the fuck, man? I'm home now, leave me alone.
Dad: (scoffs) You're drunk, aren't you? You smell like a damn brewery.
Dylan: So what if I am? I'm allowed to have fun and let loose with friends, aren't I?
Dad: Fun? You call getting wasted and coming home late fun?! Dylan, have you lost your damn mind?
Dylan: My God… Dad, we were having a going away party for a friend. It was going to run till evening. You knew that! Why are you being like this?
Dad: What's the matter with you? You're lucky I don't kick you out of this house right now.
Dylan: Whatever, man. I'm sick of this shit. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight. (starts to walk away)
Dad: Where the hell do you think you're going, boy? We're not done here!
Dylan: I know I'm done. I'm done with all of this. And I'm done with you. (sighs, then yawns) Later.
(Dylan goes to his room and closes the door, but his brother opens it)
Sam: (angrily) Dylan, what the hell man?
Dylan: Uh… what?
Sam: You said that you'd be home in time to take me to Jack's birthday party today. You promised me you'd take me! And here you are turning up at bedtime!
Dylan: Oh shit, I forgot. I'm sorry, man. I was hanging out at the party, Bret was being Bret, and there was just all this craziness tonight. I guess I lost track of time.
Sam: That's not an excuse. You always do this. Always! You always make promises and never keep them!
Dylan: Look dude, I said I'm sorry, okay? (sighs) I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Sam: Yeah, right. (shakes his head, mutters crossly) You always say that too, but you never do anything.
Dylan: Just leave me alone, okay? (sighs, flops on the bed) I'm tired.
Sam: Fine! (slams the door) But don't expect me to forgive you so easily this time.
(Dylan groans into his pillow in frustration)
Bret tries to make things right
Bret: (calling Elise) Come on, El. Pick up, pick up, pick up…
(Elise doesn't answer, Bret leaves a voicemail)
Bret: Hey, El. It's me again. Look, I know I screwed up big time, but I'm really sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you. Just please call me back when you can. We need to talk about this. I messed up, I know. I just want to make it right. Bye.
(Bret sends Elise a text message saying, "Are you ok? Where are you rn? Call me asap")
Bret: (to himself) Wait, El's brother! Maybe he knows where she is.
(Bret goes to Adam's flat to ask him where his sister is)
Bret: Hey.
Adam: Uh, hey. Do I know you?
Bret: Probably not, no. I've seen you around before, and I'm friends with your sister. That's how I know about you. I'm Bret Carter.
Adam: Ah, right! So you're Bret. Ellie's told me a lot about you. It's nice to meet you, man.
Bret: Nice to meet you too. I just came by to ask you if you knew where Elise is staying. I've been looking for her. None of us have seen or heard from her since the disaster party, when she took off, and I've been really worried about her. Plus we really need to talk. I need to apologise properly and try to make things right with her.
Adam: You mean Ben's leaving party?
Bret: Um… yeah. How did you know about that?
Adam: News travels fast around here. Plus, she told me.
Bret: …Oh.
Adam: Yeah. She's staying with me now, actually. She was really upset when she came by that day. Said she couldn't stay another minute in that house.
Bret: I know she's upset. It's my fault she's upset… I broke the vase.
Adam: What the- Dude, you didn't. Not the vase. Not that vase. Not the red vase from our dead grandparents-
Bret: Yes, that vase. It was an accident!
Adam: No wonder she's pissed at you…
Bret: And now I need to fix things. Could you please let me in? I have to see her. Now.
Adam: I don't know, man. She's not in the greatest mood right now. I don't want to make her more upset than she already is.
Bret: Please, man. I need to do this.
Adam: (pauses) Follow me.
(Adam takes Bret to the spare room where Elise is)
Adam: Good luck, bro. (pats Bret on the back, then walks away)
Bret: (opens the door, smiles when he sees Elise) Ellie! You're ok!
Elise: (sighs) What do you want, Bret?
Bret: Look El, I know you're mad. And you have every right to be. But can I just have a moment to just bask in my relief at the fact that you're ok? I mean, I haven't seen or heard from you in ages…
Elise: It's only been two days, Bret.
Bret: (walks over, sits next to her on the bed) Well, I spent these last two days doing nothing but try to reach out to you. And all you've done is ignore me!
Elise: Probably because I don't want to talk to you, Bret. Did that thought ever cross your mind?
Bret: I've been calling, texting, leaving you endless voicemails…
Elise: I never check my voicemails, Bret. You should know that by now.
Bret: I thought something terrible had happened to you, El. You have any idea how worried I was?
Elise: (pauses) I'm sorry I worried you, Bret. I didn't think you would.
(awkward silence)
Bret: Anyway, the main reason I wanted to see you is because I really owe you an apology. Properly, this time. Not like before.
Elise: (slightly annoyed) Bret-
Bret: (interrupts) Ok, El, but please just hear me out. I need to say this to you. I'm sorry. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break your vase, and I definitely didn't mean to hurt you. All I want is to make things right between us.
Elise: What, did you really think an apology would fix everything? You think you can just waltz in here, say a few words, and make everything okay again?
Bret: No, El, I don't. I know it's going to take more than an apology to make things right. Look, I had no idea how big a deal that vase was to you at the time.
Elise: And that makes it ok?
Bret: No! Of course it doesn't… I just want to show you that I'm serious about fixing this. You're like, the best friend I've ever had. I don't want to lose you.
Elise: (sighs) I don't know if I can forgive you, Bret. I mean, you really hurt me. You let me down.
Bret: I know, El-
Elise: (interrupts) It isn't even just this. It's you! You always talk big, saying that you want to do shit, but never actually follow through on what you say you're going to do! Like, you call me in the middle of the night to ask me to help you be more responsible, and then you do this.
Bret: (hurt) El-
Elise: And I've tried so hard to be supportive! Arguably too hard! And I'm not saying that I regret it, or anything, because I'm your friend, and I've always believed in you. But I can't help someone that clearly doesn't want to help themselves. You always act first and think later. You always do things without thinking about how they'll affect other people. You don't think about anything or anyone beyond you. And this even relates to the way you excluded poor Ally from the party! I hope you and Dylan apologised to her, too, by the way.
Bret: I- (he remembers that he didn't do that) Um...
Elise: You know what, Bret? I'm done. I'm done with all of this. I've officially given up on trying to help you become more responsible. If you really want to change your life, you have to do it on your own.
Bret: What?! No! No, come on, El, you know I'm trying. I've been going to all of our lessons and everything…
Elise: Which is great, but it's clearly not enough. You need to take responsibility for yourself and your progress. And newsflash - for this to properly work, you have to actually want to improve yourself, not just do it for me or anyone else.
Bret: But I do want to!
Elise: I'll believe that when I actually see you making the effort to change. Actions speak louder than words.
Bret: Alright! I get it. I'll try harder, I swear.
Elise: I hope you do, Bret. I care about you and I want you to be happy, but it's not my job to fix you. Remember that. Change can only come from you.
Bret: I understand…
Elise: Do you? Because again, you always say you'll change, but then you go and do something like this. How can I trust you?
Bret: (takes Elise's hand) I promise, El. I'll do better. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.
Elise: (pauses, then pulls her hand away) I need time, alright? I appreciate the apology, but I can't just forgive you right away.
Bret: Ok. Just… please don't shut me out completely. I need you in my life.
Elise: (smiles) Don't worry. I won't. I just need some space right now.
Bret: (smiles back) Ok then.
At school the following week
Alice: (nervously) Hey Dylan, can we talk about the other night? I'm sorry for getting on your case about your family stuff, I know it's a sensitive subject for you.
Dylan: (sighs) Look, can we not do this right now, Alice? I'm really not in the mood.
Alice: Oh, come on! I know I can be a bit much sometimes but I really didn't mean to upset you.
Dylan: You didn't upset me, you just annoyed the hell out of me. It's not like it was a big deal or anything…
Alice: Right, ok. It's just that it seemed like it was a big deal at the time-
Dylan: And I'm trying to deal with my own shit right now. I don't need you adding anything on to it.
Alice: Alright, alright, I get it. I'll back off. But... you should just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk about it. Or anything. You're my friend, Dylan. You always have been. I want to be here for you.
Dylan: Yeah, sure. Thanks.
Alice: You're welcome! So, what are you going to do about your dad and brother?
Dylan: I don't know, probably just avoid them for a while. Maybe move out and get my own place, like Steph.
Alice: Whoa, big step… Are you sure you're ready for all that?
Dylan: I don't know, but it's worth a shot. Anything's better than living in this house with those two right now.
Alice: Okay, well I support you no matter what. But if you ever need it, I do have a spare room at my place.
Dylan: Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
Alice: Alright, well I'll let you get back to your brooding. But seriously, if you need anything, just let me know.
Dylan: Yeah, sure. Bye. (walks away without even briefly giving her eye contact)
Alice: Uh, ok. Bye.
Asking Steph for some advice
Dylan: Yo Steph!
Stephanie: Hey!
Dylan: Can I ask you something?
Stephanie: Sure, what's up?
Dylan: Ok, so I'm thinking about running away from home. You know, like how you did a while back.
Stephanie: You- what?! No! Dylan, no. That's a really bad idea. Trust me, I've been there, I should know.
Dylan: But it worked out for you, didn't it?
Stephanie: Well, kind of. I mean, I am happy with my life right now. Mostly. But it's not as glamorous as it looks. It was hard, and I was homeless for a while. If it weren't for Ben taking me in, I don't know what I would've done.
Dylan: But you made it work!
Stephanie: Yeah, I did. But it took a long while for me to get to the place I'm at now, and it's not something I would recommend. Listen, if you really want to leave, you need a plan. A place to go, a way to support yourself. And most importantly, you need to be ready to deal with the consequences.
Dylan: Consequences? Like what?
Stephanie: Like being cut off from your family, not being able to see your friends for a while, not being able to go back home. It's not a decision to be taken lightly.
Dylan: Huh. I guess you're right. But I just can't take it anymore, living with my dad and brother. And now my mom is getting remarried and moving away, it's all just too much.
Stephanie: I understand, but there are other options. Have you talked to a counsellor or therapist? Maybe they can help you work through your issues with your family.
Dylan: I guess I could try that. Thanks, Steph.
Stephanie: No problem, Dylan. I know running away may seem like the easy way out, but believe me, it's not. It's a long, hard road, and it's not one you want to travel alone. Get yourself some support and think this one through.
(later on, in Dylan's counselling session)
Dylan: (sighs) Man, I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea. I can't talk to you about any of this stuff.
Counsellor: It's okay, Dylan. Sometimes it takes a little bit of time to open up and talk about things that are difficult.
Dylan: Yeah, well, I don't have time. I have to go.
Counsellor: Wait, Dylan, where are you going?
Dylan: I'm out of here. I'm gonna go live with my uncle in Cambridge. He's always been cool with me and he's not always on my case like my dad is.
Counsellor: Dylan, I don't think running away is the best solution. Maybe we can talk more about this and find a different way to handle the situation.
Dylan: Nah, I've made up my mind. Peace, counsellor. (gets up and walks out of the office)
Counsellor: (shaking head) Well, that didn't go as planned.
Dylan says goodbye
Dylan: Hey Steph, can we talk?
Stephanie: Sure thing, what's up?
Dylan: The counsellor… it didn't work. It hasn't changed my mind about the whole "running away from home" thing.
Stephanie: Oh no!
Dylan: (voice breaking) Yeah. And I really tried, too. I really thought this would work. I wanted to feel better, but I feel even worse than before.
Stephanie: Oh- Dylan… (gives Dylan a hug) I'm so sorry. It'll be alright, don't worry. (sighs) What are you going to do now, then?
Dylan: (sighs, hugging back) Well, I've been thinking about running away from home and… it's decided. I'm going to do it. I'm even more determined than ever to get out of this hell hole once and for all. And I guess I was wondering if you could give me some advice. Like, how'd you prepare for it when you left?
Stephanie: Oh, okay. Well, first things first, make sure you have a solid plan. You need to know where you're going, who you're going to stay with, and how you're going to get there. And make sure you have enough money, because trust me, it's not cheap living on your own.
Dylan: Yeah, makes sense. What else?
Stephanie: Well, I made sure I had all my important documents with me, like my ID and my birth certificate. And I always made sure to have some extra clothes and essentials packed. You know, just in case things didn't work out with Ben.
Dylan: Alright. I mean, you guys not working out is not even a possibility, but I guess it's good to always be prepared. That's a useful thing to keep in mind. Thanks, Steph.
Stephanie: No problem. Just make sure you're careful about it, Dylan. Try not to make any drastic decisions, okay? Running away is a huge step and it's not always the best solution.
Dylan: Yeah, I know. (pulls away from the hug, wiping tears away) I'm going to miss you a lot, Steph.
Stephanie: (welling up with tears) I'm going to miss you too.
That's it for now.
Dylan has had it up to here with his family drama (some of which he is actually responsible for, imo lol). He wants out. But (spoiler alert) it won't work out exactly as planned. Because of course it doesn't…
And we get a bit of Bret and Elise in this part as well! Their part was my favourite to write, honestly. It also took me the longest lol.
Bret is remorseful over hurting Elise the way he did, and he really wants to make things right with her. Elise isn't quite as patient and forgiving with him here as she used to be (she knows that it's not her job to fix his life, and she's not afraid to put him in his place and call him out on his crap lol), but she'll eventually come around. At this point, Bret is realising just how important his relationship with Elise is to him… and this will get explored even further next time.
Hope you liked this part!
#rickie-the-storyteller#rickie writes#steph's crew#writerblr#original content#original story#original work#original characters#relatable#stephanie smith and her friends#Dylan#Alice#Bret#Elise#Stephanie#story planning#dialogue planning#dialogue practice#family struggles#family drama#broken home#blended family#runway#running away from home#forgiveness#hurt/comfort#counselling#strained relationships#daddy issues#make amends
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That tattoo is so good omg!! I've been wanting to get another one for so long, but I don't know what I'd get quite just yet!!
Ajdhhdd literally I looked at Saccharina and my brain just went "OOP, favorite character" but also like. As a lesbian, gooey was just 👀👀👀 (sorry if that's TMI or anything!)
That is such a good line!! Ally is so funny to me- the pure indignation they put into that line and others when it comes to Preston's unfortunate demise was always so great. Also, I love that they constantly try to cover different aspects of the queer experience!
Oooof, Mormonism is rough. I grew up in a predominantly Mormon town (as in, more Mormons per Capita than Salt lake city) and most of my friends growing up were Mormon. All of the architecture in the temples and stuff looked (from the outside, at least. I was obviously never allowed inside) so sterile! I can't imagine that. What did you do during the 3 hours of church?? Because catholic mass is only like an hour and as a kid I got so bored I wouldn't pay attention at all.
I would literally just study all the gargoyles/angels/faces in general carved into the walls and ceiling, as well as the stained glass windows and statues. My brother and I got into trouble a few times because neither of us paid attention 😂 one time, we both stood up because our grandparents and most people around us stood up, and we didn't understand why our grandparents kept frantically trying to get us to sit down until the priest started talking about how all the married couples in the church were standing 😂😂 (it was valentine's day).
AaAAAAA I'm literally so excited!!!! I've been on a FOB kick lately! What are some of your favorite songs by them?
I wish I could do that 😭 I work nights (7 days where I work 12-hour shifts and then I have 7 days off) and Wednesdays are my Mondays and Fridays, so I'm usually sleeping most of the day!! But once I'm at work, I'm absolutely gonna be juggling both to the best of my ability!
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thanks! it was my first, and it's the only one i've gotten so far that hasn't aged terribly lmfao
"another?" mind if i ask about your current tattoo situation? (no worries, of course, if you'd rather not)
i've been so thirsty for so many npcs on this blog, being into gooey is so far from tmi lol
i love ally so much. it's a little bit headcanon-y, but i think that, with timothy, they've now had a character that is L G B and T (i choose to believe pete is bi) and, of course, ace icon liam wilhelmina.
oof that's a fuckin lot of mormons
i've only been inside temples a few times (i started dating a non-member and therefore was unworthy to enter any more), and i left entirely before i could do any of the Really Culty Stuff, but trust me, the inside is even more sterile looking than the outside. everything is white and beige and boring as all hell.
iirc they changed it to 2 hours a few years back (now they alternate doing what used to be the second and third hours), but the 3 hour system was:
the first hour was essentially mass. everyone in one room, getting preached at, sacrament (rebranded communion), singing songs.
the second hour was sunday school. idk how the adults split up, maybe it was one big class? i left when i was 17. but the kids were split up by age, each group had a teacher, and we studied different parts of the scriptures and sometimes church history.
the third hour was essentially 5 separate second, smaller versions of the first hour, separated by age and gender (everyone under 12, 12-17 boys, 12-17 girls, adult men, adult women), but without the sacrament.
it was fucking terrible lmao
holy shit that's hilarious 😂 i was always too Anxious to cause trouble, but my brothers definitely did a lot of jumping up on the seats and making noise
oh goodness um. of all the gin joints and thks fr th mmrs for sure. dance dance goes without saying. also my songs know what you did in the dark.
the entirety of american beauty/american psycho fucks HARD.
i'm not good at picking favorite songs, clearly lmao
that's a fucking killer schedule my god D:
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8 and 29, for the writing meme
Sorry this took so long to finish. I had a really hard time answering the second one.
8) Pairing you wrote the most this year.
That would be Otto and Lenora. It’s kind of strange for me to think that this started as a joke when I first started Changling Families. Now it’s my favorite ship for TOA and they never actually met!
29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year.
There are so many options! I know the one I chose is long but I really loved it. It’s the last part of this year’s Father’s Day chapter.
I loved writing about all the kids grown up and most of them having kids of their own. I got to show how the families had changed and how they had stayed the same. Little Antonia was so much fun to write and I absolutely fell in love with each of the next gen babies, even though I didn’t get to include all of them.
It also kind of makes me giggle that Otto and Lenora technically still look about 40 since they don’t really age anymore even though their kids are all grown up.
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Seamus hung Shauna's diaper bag on the back of Mary's chair in the Hero's Forge.
"Seamy!"
He whipped around just in time to catch Antonia.
"Oof! Hey, Toni."
She grabbed his face seriously, "Where's Baby Shauna?"
"Your sister took her to give her her medicine. They'll be back in just a moment."
Antonia nodded and looked around the room from her higher vantage point.
"Have you seen either of your brothers yet?"
She nodded again, "Yeah. Eli and Krel are over talking to Oma and Chitea."
"No Toby yet?"
"Nope. Oh! There's Sovana!"
She wriggled until he let her down, then transformed into a pretty aqua trolless and ran off to play with the other polymorph. Seamus chuckled and set off to find his brothers-in-law.
"Seamus! There you are!"
"Hey, Eli. Krel. Did you guys hear from Toby and Darcy before you left?"
"What's wrong with Toby and Darcy?" Morgana asked.
"He called this morning to say he wasn't going to make it to the cemetery today. He said he and Darcy were ok and that he would be here tonight but Toni said he didn't arrive with you two."
"No, we haven't heard from them," Krel shook his head, left arms around his husband.
"We tried to call them both before we went through the portal but neither answered their phone."
"TB's not here?"
Mary materialized at Seamus' side. He took Shauna and shook his head.
"And it appears that we lost contact with him just after your phone call this morning," Angor crossed his arms.
"Ok. Now I'm really worried. Maybe I SHOULD call Darcy."
"No good," Eli shook his head, "She wasn't answering either."
"Judging by all the concerned faces in this corner none of you have been able to reach Tobes either?" Jim glided over, Petunia against his shoulder.
The rest of them nodded. Jim hissed through his teeth.
"I hope Darcy's ok."
Mary shuttered, "Maybe Mama and Papa will know what's going on."
After a few more words with their grandparents, they made their way over to where Otto and Lenora were sitting at the long table in the center of the room.
"No, vve haven't heard from Barchen or Darcy yet."
All five stopped in their tracks.
"Trust me. We're just as worried as you are but worrying won't make us find out any faster," Lenora insisted, "We called Veravtos and he assured us that they were both fine when he called them last."
"Mama," Eli sighed, "That's great in theory but we all know that, for Popa Vex, that could mean that they were ok last night."
"I promise Darcy and I are alright."
They all whipped around to find Toby standing in the doorway. Jim flew over and punched his cousin hard in the arm.
"Toby you usluc! Why weren't you answering any of us!"
"I was a little busy!" He shoved the polymorph away, "And I can't stay long. I just came to tell Papa happy Vater Tag und to introduce you all to someone."
"TB what the heck are you talking about?"
Toby just grinned and led the way back to the table. He hugged his father and pulled out his phone.
"Sorry I'm late, Papa. But someone decided to wake Darcy and I up at the butcrack of dawn and not even show up until about a half an hour ago."
He laughed as his siblings, cousins, and in-laws slammed into his back. Lenora screamed and lammed a hand over her mouth. Otto slapped his arm.
"Warum hast su es uns heute Morgen nicht gesagt!"
"In my defense I was a little distracted this morning! And most of the day. Puberty may be easier on another planet but childbirth clearly was not."
"Don't leave us hanging!" Mary looked up at him, "What's his name!"
"Issac. Issac Luis Scaarbach."
"And Darcy's ok?" Jim looked down at him.
"Yeah. They're both just fine. They were sleeping when I left but I want to get back before Issac wakes up so he doesn't wake Darc."
"Of course." Lenora stood up and hugged him tight, "We'll be up to visit soon, though."
"Ja, Mama," He hugged her back.
"And if you need any advice or anything don't hesitate to call any of us," Seamus put a hand on his shoulder.
"I will. Thanks Seamus. I should get going before Toni finds me though. Or I'll never get out of here."
Mary latched onto her younger brother once more before watching him run off.
"Oh! And send us those picture's when you get the chance!"
He shot them a thumbs up before disappearing out of sight. Jim just chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm going to find Da. Let him know why Toby's not here and all."
He held Petunia closer to his chest and set off. Mary smiled and leaned against Seamus' shoulder.
#Changling Families AU#Changling Families#TOA#otto scaarbach#lenora janeth#janbach#lil rants about junk#ask game#writing is hard
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Welp. i'm.... done.
Just turned in my very last submission, meaning I am officially done with my B.Tech. Feel like i should commemorate this somehow.
Four years. And I'm done. It's a little underwhelming? I did have a relieved sort of cry once I finished the last of the engg courses though. Today was a sociology course submission so it doesn't have the same gravity of being done. Or maybe it'll hit me in a bit, idk.
Oof. Four years of this. No idea what's next. I always had some sense of security until now because I always knew what was next - school, then 11th/12th, then college. Now everything is up in the air but that's okay. I'm making choices I'm happy with.
Man, these four years changed me so much. But that's expected, I suppose. I got so much worse at first but then got so much better in the last two years. I finally feel better about my anxiety so that's probably my biggest win. :)
I think I'm also happy with how I have... few regrets? I always figured I'd have SO many what-ifs and regrets about missed opportunities once I graduate but now that I'm almost at the end, I don't? Like, sure there are some things I chose not to do but today's me would like to do, but I'm also learning to accept that past-me made the best decision for past-me, and I should respect that. I skipped nearly every treat and stuff but that was because I was a mess back then. I'm better with my anxiety today, but that doesn't mean I could have managed back then (though I still skip every treat even today, lol - this time it's usually because i just,,,, can't be bothered. Failed to make those meaningful relationships back in 2nd year and I have far too much that I enjoy more to fret over that now). maybe I could've, I don't know. But thing is, I also don't care. And that's nice. :)
I'll miss insti though. Living on campus, I mean. There's always so much to do and explore on campus - just yesterday a friend and I discovered a concrete boat that was entered into a competition. Like, where else will I randomly see fancy nanotech labs with fingerprint locks behind old-timey unassuming buildings? Love that juxtaposition. Or this one road I love walking on, which has so many grandparents and grandkids in the evenings and footpaths that curve around trees giving me pleasant reminders that sometimes, not everything sucks. Sometimes we go around trees to build paths rather than through them.
Or the rockclimbing wall. Only went on it once and haven't gone back since, but I like having the choice, ya know?
Also being a uni student is so fucking useful with getting access to journals and discounts and stuff - that too.
idk. campus brought out the best of me and the worst of me. Put me through hell and gave me wonderful highs and great opportunities.
but it mostly taught me so much about myself, and maybe that alone makes these four years (six, including the two years spent slaving away for the entrance exam) worth it?
idk. maybe i'd have gotten these - or even better - experiences elsewhere. I think I very badly want to justify why i came here, did engg, the whole shebang and stuff. because I want to leave the field now. I want this degree to be justified, not just be a waste of six years of my life. Maybe I'll better appreciate campus once I leave. Which will be very soon.
I like staying on campus. I like staying on this campus. I wonder if the loss will properly hit me once I leave this place and discover that the outside world, and its uni campuses are... not quite the same.
idk.
but yeah. i'm done. I have finished my degree. :)
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