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moongreenlight · 6 months

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Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”

Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.

But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.

He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.

He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.

He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.

You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.

He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.

He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.

He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.

He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.

You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.

You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.

Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.

He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.

And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.

“Alright?”

You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.

It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.

“You sure, doll?”

The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.

You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.

“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”

You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.

“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”

You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”

He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.

“What? Baking me a cake?”

You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.

“Never been a very good baker.”

He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.

“That right?”

You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.

“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”

It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.

“Sure.”

You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.

“It’s complicated, John.”

Your voice is mousy now.

“I know.”

A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.

“I just-“

“Then tell me to go home.”

The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.

“My husb-“

“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”

The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.

“John, he-“

A throaty growl from him.

“He’s not getting a lick of you.”

And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.

He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.

Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.

When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.

It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.

You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.

He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.

And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.

The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.

He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.

And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.

You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.

He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like

“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”

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theonotti · 4 months

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SILENT NIGHT | OS | t.n.

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader!Riddle

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: The ghost of Christmas Eve Past haunts Theo's present, but not because he needs to change. He needs a reminder of who to never become.

Warnings: Major Character Death (Not Theo or reader), Domestic Violence (Not with Theo or reader), Hurt/Comfort, angsty, fluffy,

Notes: I'm late, but heres a Christmas one shot for Theo :)

That Final Night | Mio

Christmas Eve: Then

“Teddy? To bed, my love.”

Theo smiled from his hiding spot behind the curtains. In his eight year old mind, there’s no way she could see him. He was invisible. Behind the silky fabric, he ceased to exist. Beyond the darkness between the window and the curtain, Theo could hear the sounds of his mother’s heels tapping against the hardwood. She was close. He could see the outline of her silhouette from the other side of the thin curtain.

“Father Christmas won’t leave any presents if he knows a certain boy is still awake and hiding!” Her honey soaked voice echoed out again. Before Theo even had the chance to process her words, the curtain was ripped away and he was in his mother’s arms. She spun herself around, making Theo fell as if he was flying through the air. His shrieks of laughter bounced off the thinly decorated walls before she slowed to a halt, smiling lovingly at the wavy haired boy.

“Come, love,” She whispered to him. “I have your tea ready.”

Setting him back down to his feet, Cassundra Nott smiled down at her son before leading him out of the sitting room and down the corridor to his bedroom.

Theo didn’t like walking the halls of the mansion, despite his many years of living there. The energy in the air was always so grim, the walls bare and painted a dark grey colour. Theo was convinced that there were demons in the walls, due to the screams he could hear coming from them some nights. His mother assured him time and time again that they were only in his nightmares, but Theo was wise for his mere eight years. The nights he heard the screams being the same nights he would see his father go into the basement of the house as the young lad was ushered quickly to bed was not lost on Theo.

In fact, it only made him wonder if his father was summoning the demons, keeping them there as a way to ensure Theo stayed in line.

There was only one person who brought any slither of warmth under the cold roof of Nott Manor, and it was the woman walking a few paces ahead of him. Her golden blonde curls trailed down her back, her delicate fingers tracing an invisible line into the wall as she led Theo to his bedroom. He looked at her with such incredible awe. Theo didn’t worship any sort of God, because no God could even come close to comparing to the wonder that was Cassundra Nott. If someone told him that she hung the stars and the moon every night, and that the sun only rose because she asked it to, he would’ve easily believed them. There were few people that Theo had in the world. His father’s care for him only extended as far as keeping the Nott legacy going. So that left Theo with three people: Mattheo, Draco, and his mother. But she topped the list. In every circumstance, she topped the list.

His mother opened the door to his bedroom, ushering him inside. The dark green of the walls made the room seem much darker than Theo would like. His father insisted on the colour scheme matching that of Slytherin house, as if it would somehow eliminate the already incredibly low chances of him ending up in another house come time for him to ship off to Hogwarts. His slot in the House of the Cunning and Ambitious was as guaranteed as the snow falling in the winter, or his father downing half a bottle of whiskey before dinner. Theo wished the walls were blue, though he learned the hard way to not let that thought be anything more than a thought.

A steaming mug of tea was sitting on the bedside table, waiting for him as his mother pulled the blankets out for him. Her smile was warm as he walked over to the bed, crawling under the covers and taking the warm mug between his hands. He knew it had Calming Draught in it, as he received this same dose in his tea every Christmas Eve, as well as the evening before his birthday.

Cassundra sat on the edge of the bed as she watched Theo take a long sip from the mug.

“Are you ready for Christmas, love?” She asked gently, raking her fingers through Theo’s hair. As he swallowed the tea, he nodded vigorously.

“I hope Father Christmas got me the broom I asked for!” He exclaimed. “Mattheo let me try his new broom and it was so fast! I bet I could get to Scotland in under five minutes.”

His mother laughed softly before saying, “Under five minutes? That sounds rather fast.”

Theo nodded enthusiastically.

“I could get to Hogwarts faster than the train! I won’t even need to take it! And then I could come visit you every single evening, so you can give me a kiss and a cuddle goodnight.”

If Theo weren’t so young and oblivious, he would’ve noticed the flush that filled his mother’s cheeks, or the tender smile that pulled at the corners of her lips. Or even the sadness that filled her eyes over the idea of him leaving her.

“Well, we have a few years yet before we have to worry about that,” She said delicately. “Maybe if you don’t get a broom this year, you’ll get one the Christmas before Hogwarts?” But all this response does is make Theo groan in displeasure.

“I don’t want to wait two years! I want a broom now!”

His mother smiled at his impatience, hooking her finger underneath his chin and forcing him to look up at her.

“I know you’re excited, lovely boy,” She said in a soft voice. “But I promise you, you’re going to have a good day tomorrow. I’ve made sure to let Father Christmas know how wonderful you’ve been this year.” She scrunched up her nose as she kissed the tip of his. “He doesn’t need to know of the times you were trouble.” She tilted her head as she looked down at him. “Surely he won’t disappoint.”

Theo looked up at his mother. Of course she was right. She was right about everything. And he trusted her more than anyone else to make sure Father Christmas knew what he wanted more than anything for Christmas.

Theo finished the last of his tea, making sure he got every last drop like he always did. When he set the mug down, he smiled up at the beautiful face of his mother, who was already smiling down at him. The potion’s effects were already starting to take hold, the running wheel of his mind slowing to a halt as his eyelids grew droopy. With one hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder, Cassundra laid Theo down against his pillow.

“Now,” She said, her voice more stern than normal. “What are we not going to do this year?”

Theo let out a tired sigh.

“I won’t sneak down before morning to see what gifts are left for me.”

His mother nodded once, definitively.

“We don’t need another episode with your father.” In his obliviousness from ignorance and the Calming Drought effects, Theo didn’t notice the disdain in her voice, or the fear that flooded her face. Though he did remember the events of the year prior, the screaming from his father at all hours of the morning, followed by Theo being banished to his room until midday.

“I won’t sneak down again, mamma,” He said in a small voice, a yawn escaping him as his eyes began to droop shut.

Cassundra tucked the blankets in before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Theo’s forehead.

“Sleep well, il mio tesoro,” She said in a quiet whisper as the chestnut haired boy had already lost himself to his subconscious. With one last loving look, and a delicate trace down his cheek to ensure he was really sleeping, Cassundra Nott stood up from the bed and left the room, closing the door tightly behind her.

Little did she know that this would be the last time she saw her son like this.

It was only a few hours later that Theo was awoken by none other than his bladder. He squinted his eyes in the dark as he jumped out of bed, all but running from the room as quickly as his still asleep legs could take him. It wasn’t until he was in the bathroom that he started to wake up. The clock in the hallway chimed three in the morning, meaning his mother was long asleep. His father had gone out to celebrate the holidays with a few other Death Eaters, and he made sure to tell Cassundra and Theo that it was unlikely he would be home before dinner the next day.

Just one peak.

And then you’ll be back in bed.

No one will ever know.

The logic made sense to him, and before he knew it, his feet were carrying him out of the bathroom and down the hall. Walking right passed his bedroom, he went right to the stairs and slowly tiptoed down.

It wasn’t until he was halfway down the stairs that the voices registered.

“...wake Theodore, please keep your voice down.”

“How dare you police me in my own home!?”

The slur in his father’s voice was so prominent that he almost didn’t recognize him, though the yelling was a sound the young lad was deeply accustomed to. Theo sank down so he was sitting down on the edge of the step, his hands gripping the wooden poles of the bannister as he watched his mother cower. Standing behind the man of the house was a flash of long, platinum white hair with a cane that was used in this moment to stop him from swaying. Next to Lucius Malfoy was Fenrir Greyback, his arms bare despite the raging cold outside, and Antonin Dolohov, who had a flask to his mouth as he watched Nott Sr. in amusement. All of the men in the living room were inebriated beyond belief.

Cassundra swallowed hard before she spoke again. The fear was so clear cut on her face that Theo wanted to rush to her and cup her cheeks, telling her all would be okay.

“I’m not policing you…” She said in a small voice. “I just think it’s Christmas Eve, and I’m setting up for Theodore, and-”

Her words were lost to the force of Nott Sr.’s hand wrapping around her throat and slamming her against the wall. Her head was unable to bounce forward, but it was evident by the deep grimace on her face how hard it was hit. The reverberation of his mother’s body denting the drywall caused Theo to fall backwards, almost falling down the stairs entirely.

“Are you arguing with me?” Nott Sr.’s voice was so low that Theo almost couldn’t hear it. But he’d learn how to pick out that voice at a very young age. It was how he knew when to go sit quietly in his room with a book, remaining unseen and unheard.

“No!” Cassundra was able to gasp out, her hands trying and failing to pry her husband’s calloused fingers from her throat.

“That sounded like arguing to me, Nott,” Lucius piped in. “Can't let anyone think your wife wears the trousers in the household, can you?”

Theo was not a violent child, but the sound of his best friend’s father egging on the abuse of his mother was filling the eight year old’s chest with a level of anger he had never felt before. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch. He wanted to hit and hit and hit Lucius until his big, ugly nose went flat. But the fear that his mother taught him to have of his father and the other Death Eaters pulled at his muscles, keeping him frozen on the stairs as he watched the scene unfold.

Before Theo had a moment to breathe, a wand appeared in Nott Sr.’s free hand, the tip pressed into his wife’s jugular. Theo could feel the air being ripped out of his lungs as he watched the colour leave Cassundra’s cheeks. Her face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree beside her. Theo’s face was pressed against the wood, so much so that his head was almost fully squeezing between the poles.

“You ungrateful bitch,” Nott Sr. sneered angrily. “Disrespecting me in front of my colleagues.”

“Are you planning to let that slide, Nott?” Fenrir chimed in with a laugh before taking a long swig from a bottle of firewhiskey.

“Maybe I should have your voice?”

His wand didn’t even move, but a spark of light still shot out of the end, and suddenly, Cassundra’s mouth opened and closed, but no words, not even a stammer or faint whisper, came out. Hot tears spilled down Theo’s cheeks and onto his pyjama bottoms, but he didn’t notice as he watched in horror while his mother tried to speak but only air left her mouth.

Please stop.

Please don’t.

I couldn’t handle never hearing her speak again.

Or hearing her sing to me.

Or hearing her say my name.

Theo’s hands gripped the poles so tightly that his knuckles turned a blazing shade of white.

Nott Sr. threw his wife to the ground as Lucius, Fenrir and Antonin laughed in amusement, as if Nott Sr. had told a joke or done something funny. But none of this was funny. Not to Theo, who wanted to run over and protect his mother. Who wanted nothing more than to bring the same sort of pain to his father and friends that they were bringing to the most important person in his life.

“A woman must remember her place,” Nott Sr. continued on, pacing slow circles around his wife while his fellow Death Eater’s watched in belligerent amusement. The slur in his voice would’ve added a sort of facetiousness to his words, but with the way he looked down at the blonde figure he had just thrown to the floor, it only made it more menacing.

“And how will you remind her?” Lucius asked, causing Theo’s father to turn and look at the blonde haired man with a smirk.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

Cassundra attempted to scream with every fibre of her being, veins popping out of her neck and forehead while her skin turned a dark red, but no sound came out at all. Theo felt her pain as if he, too, had his voice taken from him, as if he had been slammed against the wall, as if he had been thrown to the floor.

Nott Sr. turned back to his wife, the smirk fading quickly from his face and replaced with disdain. He raised his wand above his head.

Theo blacked out.

The eight year old’s legged carried him at a speed he didn’t know he could move at, until he was throwing his arms around his mother, guarding her.

“Father, please,” He sobbed into her soft blonde curls as he addressed the presence towering over them. Cassundra wrapped her arms around Theo, noiselessly comforting him as her fingers raked through his hair, her eyes squeezed shut. The room went deadly silent for a brief moment.

“You will learn to speak when you’re bloody spoken to, boy,” Nott Sr. sneered, his voice low and filled with even more anger than before as he grabbed Theo by the back of his shirt and ripped him out of his mother’s arms, tossing him across the room so hard, he slid across the hardwood floor and into the wall. A shadow leered over him as Nott Sr. rounded on Theo, his wand at the ready.

“If you’re so desperate to be a man, then you can handle her punishment then, can’t you?”

The next few moments went by so quickly, yet also as if they were in slow motion.

Nott Sr. raised his hand above his head, the tip of his wand igniting into a bright red colour.

A flash of blonde jumped onto his back, tackling the older man to the ground.

Lucius and Antonin grab Cassundra off Nott Sr. and toss her to the floor once more.

And then, the flash of green.

He didn’t hear his father speak. Hell, he didn’t even see his father get up from the floor. But make no mistake, Theo didn’t miss the older man, with the wild chestnut hair that he did inherit and the menacing look that he did not, pointing his wand at his mother, sending the bright green spell directly into her chest.

She was gone before the scream left Theo’s mouth.

“No, no, no, no, no, no…”

Theo crawled across the floor, moving his mother’s head from the floor to his lap as he placed his hands on either cheek.

“Mum, please,” He begged, staring into her lifeless eyes as they remained open. “Mamma, wake up. PLEASE WAKE UP!”

“For Merlin’s sake…” His father mumbled before flicking his wand once more. Theo’s voice evaporated off his tongue, but his lips still moved as he soundlessly begged his mother to come back to him. His tears fell onto the bare skin of her shoulder, and he wondered if they would be enough to warm her back to life. When she didn’t stir, Theo broke down entirely, holding her head close to his chest and burying his face in her golden curls as he began to rock back and forth.

“One of the house elves will clean it up,” Nott Sr. said to his friends, as if speaking about a

spilled dinner plate and not the dead body of his wife. “Come, gentlemen. The parlour is where my

reserve is, and I need another glass after that… unfortunate incident.”

And so Nott Sr. left the room, followed by Malfoy, Dolohov and Greyback, leaving his grieving son on the floor, where he stayed for hours until the house elves finally pried the body of Cassundra Nott out of his hands.

The hands that would never get to hug or touch his mother ever again.

Christmas Eve: Now

The sound of a crash echoes throughout the kitchen, followed quickly with a loud groan.

“Sorry, sorry…”

“I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, if you wake up my wife, I’ll throttle you.”

A slew of drunken laughter fills the kitchen as the three men clamber in through the back door. Draco respectfully picks up the trash can he knocked over under the watchful eye of Theo. Once it’s back in its proper position, Draco gestures towards it proudly, as if he had just done something profound.

“Happy, Nott?”

Theo bobs his head back and forth, pretending to mull this over.

“I’d be happier if you weren’t an idiot.”

Mattheo, who had just taken a large pull from the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand, spits it out all over the refrigerator.

“That’s like asking for snow in the middle of July.”

With a deep scowl on his face, Draco shoves Mattheo into the counter before sneering, “Fuck off, Riddle.”

Mattheo, in his truest form, makes kissy faces at Malfoy, who then proceeds to throw a kitchen roll at his head. Before it can hit the floor, Theo catches it in midair. The other two look at him as if he had just juggled seven kitchen rolls, or caught Baby Jesus himself.

“Alright, alright, let’s move to the parlour before the two of you destroy my kitchen.”

The walk from the kitchen to the parlour is one the three of them have taken on drunken nights like these hundreds of times, yet at this moment, the distance seems to have grown exponentially longer. Mattheo stumbles as he walks, a loud laugh escaping him as he anchors himself with the wall. Theo, in an effort to keep his friend quiet, smacks him upside the head.

“What was that for?” The dark curly haired man shouts, not without an undercurrent of laughter in his tone.

“For being a git,” Theo hisses. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

It’s too late though.

Over the sound of Draco’s giggles, Theo can make out the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Theo?”

His heart stops at the sight of you on the landing, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as they jump between him and his friends. He smiles sheepishly at you.

“Did we wake you, cara mia?”

You shake your head as you reach the bottom of the steps. He sucks in a large gulp of oxygen as he takes in the sight of you. Even in your pyjamas, he finds the sight of you simply breathtaking. The sleep stains on your face and the way your eyes droop makes his heart race as if he was just seeing you for the first time. With a slight sway in his step, his feet carry him towards your magnetic pull, his hands gently gripping your waist.

“You can tell me if we woke you,” He says in a gentle voice, an undercurrent of guilt filling his tone. But you shake your head again as you bring your hands to the tops of his shoulders, running your fingers along the curves of his muscles to the dip of his neck.

“I woke up a couple of minutes before I heard you come inside, I promise.”

He doesn’t believe you, but his blood shot eyes are so enraptured by the beauty that is your face that he doesn’t care. His hands move up to cradle your cheeks before he brings his face to yours, peppering your skin with kisses. Your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your temples, your eyelids. Every piece of you that he can reach gets a kiss. His fingertips tease weave into your hair as you place your hands on his clavicle, laughing as he kisses you.

From behind him, Mattheo and Draco both make fake retching noises.

“I’ve never met a more disgusting couple,” Malfoy whines.

“Truly the worst to be around,” Riddle adds in agreement.

“Oh, piss off to the parlour, you two,” Theo barks as he pulls his mouth away from your face. He doesn’t turn to make sure they leave, trusting the sound of their fading footsteps down the hall. His thumbs stroke the skin of your cheeks delicately.

“Happy Christmas, my love,” He says before gently kissing your mouth. You hum contently as the kiss lasts a few more seconds.

“Happy Christmas, Theo.”

The sight of you smiling up at him makes his stomach flip. He finds himself wondering how he got so lucky, finding you? From the moment you walked into his life that fateful day at Hogwarts, his life turned into a sort of dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. And it was made even better when you had married him.

Even after all this time, he can’t get enough of you.

“Get some sleep,” He says gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll keep the boys quiet.”

“Please,” You say, your voice still husky from just having woken up. “And please tell Mattheo that if he throws up on the carpet again, it’ll be him cleaning it up, not the house elves.”

Theo lets out a hearty, full laugh. It’s something his life is filled with a lot of these days. With his friends and you by his side, sometimes it’s easy for him to forget that it wasn’t always like this.

“I love you with my entire heart,” He slurs, gently kissing you again. “Please never forget that.”

You laugh softly again, the sound making Theo feel lightheaded. Or is it the alcohol? No, it’s definitely the sound of your laugh.

“I love you too, Drunky,” You tease him. “Please make sure you come to bed. Don’t fall asleep in the parlour.” He nods, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Yes, cara mia.”

You give him one last kiss to the cheek before you turn and make your way back upstairs. Theo’s eyes watch you the entire way, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as you disappear into the hallway. It isn’t until he hears the creaky bedroom door close that he finally turns and starts walking towards the parlour to join his mates.

As he walks down the hall, one of the pictures out of the corner of his eye stops him. Slowly, he turns, the amusement leaving his face as his eyes fall on that one painting.

His mother smiles down at him as she sits in a rocking chair. Behind her is a dark space where his father had been, up until a night of grief and alcohol caused Theo to direct a spell towards the fake personification, and subsequently led to the destruction of all paintings of his father in the house. Though he had the frame replaced, the damage remains.

His eyes trace the trail of golden curls that flow down her shoulders and upper torso. He can still remember how soft the strands felt when she’d kiss him goodnight and they’d brush along his cheek.

“Please tell me I’m not like him,” He begs her, his voice suddenly small. “Please tell me I’ve made you proud.”

She smiles tenderly down at him, his heart feeling ready to burst.

“Oh, il mio tesoro,” She says softly as his eyes flutter shut. “You're ten times the man he’d ever be. And I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried.”

Theo smiles widely, tears escaping through his shut eyelids.

Bliss.

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 7 months

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❣️.ĐØ₥Ɇ₴₮ł₵₳₮Ɇ V₴ ₵₳₱₮ɄⱤɆ. ☠️

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(i love playing with various branches of scarebat inside my head. even if it's one-note idea. but in this current bit, i was thinking about a core view on certain things, that most of their versions have in common. mainly the difference between jon's n' bruce's outlooks on how they picture 'ideal' encounter between one another. or more so, what the best outcome of it might be. what their 'great end game might look like.

bruce *for the most part* wants to believe in reabilitation. in a change for the better. it's possible to tame n' domesticate a wild crow. it might not change its habbits fully, but it's possible to make the bird less harmful *to smaller animals as they do feed on them* by keeping it happy and fed. by nurturing it into state, where it'll be mostly comfy with getting food by less extreme means. n' where it might trust you to not to harm it or stop giving it food. while, i view this set-up from a perspective of a shipper, i also can see gen approach here as well. mostly, bc i don't think that bruce would have ever left any of his *potentially ex* rogues fully unsurpivised. esp someone with history like crane's. batman is too much of a control freak to not peak into his villain's personal affairs, even if just to make sure, that they haven't went back to crime. him befriending / having a chance to impose influence on a troubled, malevolent 'crow via smth other, than use of force would have been a nice change of pace. batman is pragmatic, but i love how he doesn't ever fully dismiss the idea of 'what if', n' desire to see his rogues improving themselves. but at the same time, usually, he's the one who puts said crow back into cage *arkham*, so there is that too. he wants to do the right thing, but the bird keeps glaring at him through the narrow bars, bc it doesn't get why must it be caged for hurting n' killing other animals, when they *totally* picked on it first.

now, jon would have almost an oposite view of this, i imagine. where bruce can picture a second variant, another *brighter* path, crane kinda just cannot do the same. from his pov, there is no way for batman to ever become a villain. somebody who would team up with him. so they can't be 'together' this way. there is also no way for crane to ever get onto batman's level. esp bc he doesn't want *can't* change this drastically. therefore, the only way to keep the bat in his possession is to lock it up, trap it n' hold it in a little metalic box. hide it inside his basement, bc so many other people would love to have the bat too. he doesn't want to clip its wings, but part of him is paranoid enough to consider it. he has no idea how else to make a wild bat stay. it doesn't listen to him, like his birds do. but crane will take good care of it, anyway. make it dependent on him. caged by him, n' no one else can steal it away this time.

maybe, this reads as gibberish to some, but i really love how both bruce n' jonathan have animal analog / name in their aliases. bruce's is more apperent, bc well, batman lol. he even dress up as this. crane's case is more subtitle, but still, the scarecrow. even if he supposed to scare said birds away, he keeps them as pets as offten as we see bats hanging inside bruce's herocave lol. those animals also suit their personalities to a degree. the only other animal, that i can see crane as be a possum lol. sharp teeth, always hissing, long rat tail, but despite the ragged apperance, they are the only mamal that cannot get rabies bc of their body temperature, even tho by looking at it, you'd think that it surely would have that disease, haha. that's kinda very crane. he tends to subvert expectations, but in a strange ways.

an' well, where bruce can step down to extremes, n' i don't mean putting crane's scawny ass back into asylum, i mean also consider other methods of keeping him declawed. including trapping him inside his cave / basement. still, i feel like for jon's those said extremes are default line of thinking. socially inept, distrustful n' lonely, it would make sense for him to assume, that he can only co-exist with batman, if he will lock him up n' be the only one, who has a key to his prison. generally, it always seems that while jon's views on things n' his way of persiving / feeling affection are twisted, it's also pretty sad too. technically, he doesn't have any frame of referance here. of affection, that is returned n' not played as a joke at his expense. an' being humilated by the bat in such manner would sting way harder, than his high school crush rejecting him. he'd also would have that yandere u-turn. but not in like 'if i can't have you none one has'. more like 'i really want to have you, so i'd do every terrible thing in the book to make it possible'. well, almost 'every'. i feel like there be things, that jonathan *most versions of him, anyways* just kinda won't do. he does have some class, after all.

overall tho, i do love jon as that needy 'creep' archetype *which is pretty much a canon in old comics too*, who would kidnap / do awful things to a guy he likes, simply bc he has no idea what else he can do with him. at most times, he's that meme of 'idk how to hit on him, so he has to die'. meanwhile, bruce thinks that if you feed a stray bird enough, it might consider staying or well, not being as troublesome as it usually is.

in some timelines, this even might work out, who knows.

less so jonathan's side of things, since i feel like he would end up screwing his own plan over. i even have a lil drafty thing for a fic with similar premise, but it's for some other time. atm. just lil art, while i'm working on bigger things, haha. gotta store all these bits / concepts somewhere, so that i don't forget that they exist.)

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mybadlywrittenstories · 1 month

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Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC) Part 2

Note: Hey guys this is just a quick little chapter but I assure you all I will be posting another very quickly Word Count: 856

Aeon and Jen laid in bed most of the night, after their daughter had interrupted the meeting with the shifters, things ended quickly afterwards. To most people, the change in the atmosphere would’ve been almost undetectable, however both Aeon and Jen were magic users and could feel like slight shimmer in the room as their eldest daughter Amelia made eye contact with one of the shifters, Paul Lahote. They both were very familiar with the wolf shifters lore, and very aware of the imprinting bond that had an unbreakable hold on them. Aeon had very swiftly ushered the pack towards the basement where they had set up a temporary guest bedroom situation for them—while Jen stayed sat on the couch. Complete and Utter Rage barely remaining contained.

“I don’t know how you can be so okay with this.” Jen gritted through her teeth, casting a sideways glare at the side of her husband’s head. His face was smooth and serene, if it had anyone else gazing upon him, they would’ve assumed him to be asleep; however, she knew better.

“You know, just as I do, that we are no match against fate, My dear.” His tone didn’t portray any emotion as he spoke, which made Jen’s blood boil.

“This isn’t her fate, Aeon.” She propped herself up on her elbow as she turned to fully face him, “Amelia is supposed to take over the Coven, not fall into some story-tale romance with a shifter of all people! We both know just how unruly and short tempered the shifters can be, and you’re just going to sit back and accept it?”

“My love,” He began opening his eyes to meet hers, “You know that I love you and the girls more than anything else in this entire realm. If I genuinely believed he posed some danger, of course I would be concerned. I do not mean to offend you my dear, but I fear you may be judging them a little too swiftly. Yes, the shifters are a formidable enemy, however only if you make them the enemy. The same wolf blood that causes their short tempers is also the same blood that makes them fiercely loyal and protective of those around them. You have also not seen them in battle, I have. Those few years ago when I was called upon to witness for the Cullens, I saw two wolf packs, fighting alongside each other all to protect the imprint of one of the wolves.” Aeon paused to look into the eyes of his wife and could tell the flame of her worry and anger had not been extinguished. “What else is troubling your mind?” He reached out gently, tracing the side of her face moonlit face.

“I just…” She breathed out, leaning into the loving touch of her husband, “She has barely lived, Aeon. Now, she’s supposed to go run off to Vegas and get married? How will she know this is what she wants?”

Aeon let out a breathy laugh. “No, my sweet, sweet, Jenny, I think you misunderstand the imprint bond.” The corners of his mouth tug into a small smile as he sees the look of confusion spread across her features. “Yes, the young man that is sleeping in our basement this very second, could possibly become the future lover of our daughter. That, however, is not for certain. All we can know at this moment is that he will be there for her, through thick and thin, protecting her and loving her in any way she needs, whether that is the love of a brother, best friend, or Lover. All this means for our daughter is that no matter what, she will always have someone by her side who has her best interests in mind.”

“Oh.” Is all she could say as she attempted to shift her way of thinking. A thick blanket of anxiety was wrapped tightly around her heart as she tried to consider what this means for her eldest daughter. If she was to take over the coven, she would benefit from a bodyguard. Having that much power in the magical world did come with a target on her back, and this Paul could make out to be a good protector.

She shook her head gently, dispelling the positive look she had taken on the situation, she still did not like this at all. She raised her daughters to pave their own road in life, not let anyone hold them back. This seemed all too… all too…

She let out a groan of frustration, letting her head fall onto her husband’s chest, as her mind failed to conjure the proper words to describe the feelings eating away at her. Aeon simply entangled his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her scalp, pressing a small kiss on top her head, “It will be alright, I assure you. Give it some time and I promise you will see.”

That was the final words exchanged between the two parents that night, they slipped into a deep sleep not long after, both minds full of thoughts of their dear daughter, Amelia.

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toyybox · 3 months

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Spiderwebs #26: Attrition

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content: immortal whumpee, captivity

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Things had gone very, very wrong. This was bad. She had almost died. She had felt true terror, deep and pure, for the first time in a long time. Jackie had always seemed harmless to her, but people did strange things when scared. Perhaps she had overestimated her control over him.

She hadn’t actually planned to peel off his skin. She planned to remove quite a bit, yes, but completely skinning him was a step too far, even for her. And she would have stopped after he decided to apologize, of course. She wasn’t a monster. Maybe she went too far with the threats, or maybe she underestimated how much he hated her—good Lord, how he hated her. She saw it in his eyes, piercing and serrated and burning bright like fireworks in the night sky. Popping, hissing, searing through her. Straight through her. It was like he could see straight into her soul. God might forgive her, but she was sure Jackie never would.

Heather leaned against the wall, because she was certain she’d faint if anything else went wrong. She was still lightheaded. Her throat hurt even then, long after Jackie’s grip had left it. When did he get such a strong grip? Her lungs felt like hell, and every breath felt like rusty nails down her chest. The energy had drained from her, along with the blood in her face. It was either his reluctance or exhaustion or mercy, but she was lucky he didn’t think to use the scalpel—thank each and every star, he didn’t think to use the scalpel.

The door was locked. She checked, then double-checked. She shoved a heavy table against it, just in case. When that was done, she went to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

She was starting to think that imprisoning an immortal in her basement wasn’t a good idea. Especially one she had taunted many times over, more than she probably should have. He was immortal, but she was not. He would get the last laugh.

She shuddered. It was like she could still feel him, still feel his hand on her throat. Heather had never felt that way, never in her entire life. She’d lived a sheltered life. To be on the receiving end of violence was new to her.

The phone rang. Heather jumped.

It continued to ring. It couldn’t be her old boss. He stopped calling her months ago. Who else, then? Most of her relatives left her well alone, and she didn’t have any friends. It could only be one of her old colleagues.

She walked over to the phone, careful not to stumble and fall on her shaky legs. She picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hi. Is this Heather?”

“Y—Yes.”

“I’m Ravi. Are you okay, by the way? You sound awful.”

“I’m fine, just…” She swallowed. “I had a bit of a shock, that’s all. Hi, Ravi.” He was one of her old colleagues, yes. They had worked together on a research project for epilepsy. He was nice enough. Very bright, too, one of the most talented people she’d ever met. They got along, which was more than Heather could say for most people.

“Sorry to hear that. I called because I’m doing a study. I know you’ve done excellent work on the nervous system. I’ve spoken with Eleanor, as well—I don’t know if you ever met Eleanor—”

“I know her, yes.”

“Oh! That’s good.” He was always excited, as far as she remembered, or he just spoke that way. “It’s a short project, only three months. Would you be interested in coming? I will understand if you’re busy—”

“No,” she cut him off quickly. “I’m free. I can come right away.”

“Oh! Good, good. I’ll send you an email?”

“Yes, thank you, that will be fine.”

“Great! Uh—see you there!”

He hung up. Heather set the phone down.

This would not solve any of her problems, but it would distract her, which was just as good. The only issue was Jackie. He would not vanish like smoke, and she could not throw him out the second storey window like a fuzzy, yellow insect. Not unless she wanted to go to jail. She didn’t want to go back into the basement, either. Not after all that. She had guns and knives, but some sudden and stupid fear made those weapons sound pathetic. She couldn’t leave him down there… could she?

Well. She could…

Not forever. Obviously. She wasn’t a monster.

But… three months. Just for three months, just until the research project was over. Long enough for him to settle down, burn out a little. Long enough for her fear to fade.

It was decided. Heather went to bed. She slept fitfully, waking up in bursts and pauses, but she slept. The next week, she started her work, and her life returned to what could be considered normal.

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It was surprisingly easy to slip into, normality—it was all she had known four months ago, after all. She’d wake up, cook breakfast, look over her papers, get ready and out the door. She’d make the commute. She’d do her research, complete her work. She’d come back home and fall asleep. It was quiet. It was routine. Predictable and familiar. However boring it was, she knew she would be safe. It was nice to be so sure of something.

That was not to say that her problem in the basement went away completely. It was easy to forget about him, but he made his presence known.

For the first three or four days, there was nothing. He became restless afterwards. He spoke to her. Usually, she could only hear him if she passed near the basement door, but sometimes he became loud enough to be heard from the upstairs bedroom. Cursing like a hissing animal, telling Heather to get back down there and face him and not hide like a coward. His speeches were not always so eloquent, but that was the gist of them. Sometimes there would be pleading, as time went on, once Jackie realized that threats wouldn’t work. He’d knock the furniture over, bang at the door, hit at the walls. He’d say every vulgar thing he could think of. Heather never answered. She ignored him and carried on.

After the first month, they slowed, got quieter. She heard them less and less, until she didn’t hear them at all. After the second month, there was only silence.

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sonicasura · 11 months

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You can blame the anime Ushio and Tora for this idea.

Trollhunters but every time Jim uses the amulet, he slowly becomes a troll.

Let me explain. In the show Ushio and Tora, there's an weapon called the Beast Spear. A magical item that grants the wielder the power to slay evil spirits. Though there is a cost as the wielder will eventually become a beast, specifically Tora's species: Azafuse for 2015 reboot or Bakaneko in the original series.

Amulet of Daylight had always been made for Trollkind but it never gotten a human holder before. Well, at least until it chosen a certain Jim Lake Jr. Knowing who made the amulet and Merlin's skewed viewpoint about how things should be handled... I won't be surprised if he added such a function.

Now it starts as a slow process that wouldn't be noticable at first. His skin begins to feel dry, grows a bit hairier, teeth looking a bit sharp. Subtle changes as the deeper the transformation, the harder it is to reverse it. Next an odd coloration to his skin akin to bruising in some spots alongside minor headaches and toothaches.

The signs something is wrong will become noticeable to Jim when he finds dry blood on his pillow from the small horn nubs and some teeth fall out to be replaced with troll tusks later. His skin drying out until it flakes off to reveal soft clay skin like a scorpion molting. Further changes are more painful though mainly cause it involves his insides.

Jim's skin hardening to stone, his ring finger merging with the middle, horn growth, and two toes on both feet merge together aren't gonna be as painful as this. If I were to describe the pain, I say it's like being molded, stretched then dried in fire similar to clay. Albeit the clay is human bones and organs.

Things only get worse as certain items such as the Gritshaka, Gravesand and the Triumbric Stones accelerates the process. Yup! Jim's Eclipse armor practically triples the transformation speed but also set his new troll species: Gumm-Gumm. Specifically one just like Gunmar albeit more like an opposite. If the Gumm Gumm King is Yin, then Jim shall be his Yang.

He purifies those converted by Gunmar, undo Creeper's Sun poison and potentially so much more. A living manifestation of what a Heartstone is meant to do than Jim's twisted opposite. To heal instead of rot.

Jim's transformation would fully be completed during his stay in the Darklands as Gunmar's Decimaar Blade will speed up the process as well. He got his wish in a way. Jim replaced his son species wise but he will never control the Trollhunter.

Reunions for Team Trollhunters and the Lake Family is gonna be very awkward. Everyone, especially Jim, needs a shit ton of hugs. Someone needs to let Barbara whale on Merlin with a broom.

I just realized an Ushio and Tora AU would definitely fit with Draal as Tora while Jim takes Ushio's role. Although Jimbo will need a curse item like a prototype or twisted amulet replica and accidentally turns Draal into a Demon Troll using it. It takes place at least a year before Trollhunters canon mainly for shenanigans. Kanijar completely unaware of his son getting into trouble and then finding out in the most insane way sounds hilarious to me.

Bular fits too as Tora was quite antagonistic at the beginning. He also ate humans until he was imprisoned. Bular had been kidnapped by humans before in canon so it would be plausible to have him sealed up in someone's basement by an object like a long sword.

That's my opinion anyway.

Edit: You guys can also have a shot at this! I crave chaos and I love to see what people can come up with.

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comfy-whumpee · 11 months

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I would give my firstborn child to see Jax testifying against Savvie

Finally coming for Anon's firstborn, sorry for the wait. Also sorry about any weird formatting, tumblr forced me to use the new editor and it's shite. As always, written with the help of Savvie's writer @ashintheairlikesnow

CN: implied noncon, emotional and physical abuse, medical malpractice, broken bones, victim blaming.

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THE CLERK: Thank you, sir. You may be seated. Please lean forward into the mic and keep your voice up, for the record. Can you state your name and spell your last name for me, please?

THE WITNESS: Jackson Gallagher. G-A-L-L-A-G-H-E-R.

THE CLERK: Thank you.

"She tried to get that corrected," he mutters. "They told her to shut up."

BY MR ROOKS:

Q. Good morning, Mr Marcoset.

"See? She told him to do that."

MX. WHITE: Could the witness be referred to by his legal name, please?

THE COURT: Yes. The witness will be referred to as Mr Gallagher.

BY MR ROOKS:

Q. Good morning, Mr Gallagher.

A. Good morning.

“Took him a while to get to the point, that day. And it was a stupid point. Delay tactic.

Q. Mr Gallagher, is it true that you were alone in Mrs Marcoset’s home on multiple occasions when she went out?

A. Yes.

Q. Is it true that you were not told what she was doing on those trips?

A. Yes.

Q. Is it true that you spent periods of time in a separate part of the house to her, unaware of what she was doing?

A. She locked me in the basement sometimes, yes.

Q. Even that aside, Mr Gallagher, is it true that you cannot be sure of what she was doing at all times?

A. Yes.

“See. Load of crap just to get to the point.”

Q. In that time, is it possible she could have met with other man?

A. I guess. Yes.

Q. And did these trips continue throughout 20XX, before Mrs Marcoset announced her pregnancy?

A. –Yes.

Q. Can you be certain, Mr Gallagher, that you are the father of her children?

A. I’m certain. You can ask her yourself.

“She was so fucking offended. But she knew why it was done. They ordered the paternity tests after that, and that was another fucking week gone.”

BY MX WHITE:

Q. Good morning, Mr Gallagher.

A. Good morning.

Q. How was your arm broken?

A. It was a few months before she – Savvie – said she was pregnant with Isabella. I was taken to visit her uncle, Isaac Marcoset. He asked her to bring me, she said. When we arrived I was taken to a room, with the people he called staff all lined up inside.

Q. For clarity, Mr Gallagher, what do you mean by ‘the people he called staff’?

A. I met a lot of people who worked in the house. They were called staff, but I never saw them being paid or leaving the property, and some of them said they were born there.

Q. Thank you, Mr Gallagher. Please continue. What happened when you were brought before the staff?

A. Isaac took my arm in both hands and broke it. I hadn’t seen him in a while, I didn’t know what it was about. I gave him lip, of course – the others all looked scared and I wanted to make them feel better. It hurt a lot. But I told him he wasn’t so big and scary. He pushed me into the wall for that and yanked on my arm till it came out the shoulder.

Q. Were you given medical treatment?

A. Yeah, Stewart set my shoulder.

Q. By Stewart, are you referring to the Box Boy owned by Isaac Marcoset, designated Fifteen?

A. Well, yeah, but can I call him Stewart? He was only ever called the steward when I was there, but I thought I should call him by a real name. I’ve been a number before and it’s important, having your name. He liked it.

Q. I understand. Let the record show that ‘Stewart’ refers to Fifteen.

MR ROOKS: Could the Box Boy be referred to with his legal name, please? As we have settled the matter of using legal or chosen names in the court.

“That pissed me off. But the lawyer told me later it probably backfired ‘cause I never managed it on the first try. Stewart is Stewart. Made me look like a good guy, to humanise him like that.”

BY MX WHITE:

Q. Did you receive any other treatment?

A. They took me to a doctor who knew about me being a captive. He cast the arm and gave me painkillers.

Q. Did he give the painkillers to you directly?

A. No, actually. He gave them to Savvie.

Q. Describe your access to pain relief through your recovery period.

A. It was – erratic. Savvie controlled when I ate and slept, and she took over that too. She didn’t let me touch them. I was told to stay in the bed, her bed in her bedroom, and she would bring them over when the alarm went off. But most times she’d say I had to kiss her first, or ask if I really wanted them, before she let me have them. Or she’d forget. I’d remind her if she was there, but if she wasn’t, there was nothing I could do. A few times she’d be in a bad mood and say she was too upset to get them, or I’d get them if I apologised to her. One time I remember, she turned off the alarm. I could see the sun and I knew it was time. But when I asked her, she said it wasn’t time yet. She asked if it hurt, and then she told me I had to lift it see if it could go higher than yesterday.

Q. Who took over your household work during that time?

A. Hannah. She’d come by a few times a week and work on cleaning the whole house, same as I had to. I spoke to her a bit. She had a collar, same as me.

Q. How did Ms Marcoset react?

A. She was furious. The first time I met Hannah, she was out. When she came home she grabbed my arm, the broken arm, and squeezed it as hard as she could. She said I wasn’t like the others, I wasn’t staff. Because she loved me. I told her she was hurting me, the pain was – I can’t describe it. Really f- really bad.

Q. Did Ms Marcoset realise she was hurting you?

A. Yes. You could see it in her eyes. They went wide, and – and her breathing picked up, like she was excited. When I said she was hurting me, she said she knew. I asked her why. She said – because I can. Because I want to.

“God, Jax.”

“…Yeah.”

Q. Did she release you?

A. Eventually. She made me wait. I thought I was going to be sick, or pass out. I couldn’t breathe right. She just told me to look at her. She said, she said I should be able to hurt a, a little. For her. I had, she left nail tracks on my arm. It was out of the cast, I don’t think I said. She dug her nails in so hard I had lines of blood. Those ones didn’t scar. I have a lot on my back, from her, but – a lot of nail scratches on my back. They weren’t the only ones.

“It gets worse.”

BY MR ROOKS:

Q. You told the court that you were treated by a doctor, Mr Gallagher. Are you referring to Dr Russell Leppelman?

A. Yes, I think that’s him.

Q. Is it true you were taken to him by Mrs Marcoset for that treatment, immediately after you were injured by Isaac Marcoset?

A. Yes. Stewart, uh, Fifteen told her to.

Q. Is it true that Dr Leppelman provided you with a cast, painkillers and a treatment plan?

A. Well he refused at first. He called me a pet. But—

Q. Did he treat you?

A. He did, yes.

Q. Is it true that he treated you in private, away from Mrs Marcoset?

A. Yes.

Q. Did he ask whether you had any allergies?

A. Yes.

Q. Did he perform a wellbeing check?

A. What does that mean?

Q. Did he ask after your personal safety and mental health?

A. Yes.

Q. Did he act unprofessional towards you in any way?

A. Not in the treatment.

Q. So you were separated from Mrs Marcoset, alone, with a healthcare professional who was attending to your wellbeing and health, but you did not ask him to help you escape the captivity you claimed?

A. I did, actually.

“She didn’t know about that bit. Figured they’d ask it, they asked it about every time I admitted to meeting another fucking soul.”

A. I told him I was a slave, and he said I should call myself lucky I wasn’t treated like the others. He said I was a pet. He said he played golf with Isaac and none of his people dressed as nice as the clothes I had on. I asked if I got patient confidence and he said yes, unless I was rude, basically.

Q. So you had patient confidence, and you asked him for help?

A. I asked him if he would help me and he said he wouldn’t.

Q. He invited you to share what you wanted in patient confidence, is that true?

A. Yes, true enough. I asked if she was on birth control because I was worried about kids. That surprised him. He said she wouldn’t keep her kids as slaves.

Q. Did he provide you with that information?

A. He told me she was. I asked if he knew about the other slaves, the staff. He said he knew. But he said she wouldn’t hurt her own kids.

Q. Why do you consider that an unreasonable belief?

A. He knew her. He said, what did you expect from a Marcoset? He knew her dad and her uncle, he knew about the staff and that some of them were blood relatives.

Q. That has not been proven. Did you actually ask him for help escaping captivity?

A. I did. I could see he didn’t like the idea of her having kids. He knew that would be bad. So I said, if eventually she goes off birth control, and there are kids now, would he help? He told me not to worry about it.

Q. Is it true that he did offer to help, although he believed it would not happen?

A. Not really. He said I was playing for pity. He said I should be good and, lie back, and think of England, and put up with it. He said I should try harder to make her happy with me. He said, specifically said, he wouldn’t tell anyone about me.

Q. Dr Leppelman said he would help, in the situation you imagined, if he believed the children would benefit from his intervention. Is that true?

A. Yes. But—

Q. So did you ask for help escaping from captivity for yourself?

A. No, because he told me before that point that he wouldn’t. He also hit me. Twice.

Q. Is it true that he explained his family was under threat?

A. He mentioned it. He said I wasn’t worth it.

Q. Do you consider it unreasonable for him to prioritise his family over a stranger?

A. Not me. But he knew about the child slaves. He should have at least done something for those kids.

Q. But is it true that you did not ask for help for your own sake, Mr Gallagher?

A. Yeah.

Q: Thank you.

“There you go. One page out of a fuckin’ hundred. Do you get the picture?”

Kieran set the transcript down. “Thank you for sharing that with me, love. I don’t think that was easy for you.”

“Nah. But it’s been…bloody hell. Ten years. You never looked it up even once. You of all people should get to know.”

Jax finally stops pacing, settling down on the sofa next to his partner. Kieran holds still, letting him lean close.

“Izzy’s probably read it all five times over, anyway,” Jax adds, and Kieran surprises himself by being able to smile.

#jax #whump #epistolary whump #my fic #broken bones #kieran #implied noncon #victim blaming #court case #court whump? idk anyway it's how ash got her start so it's tradition

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A Flower has been plucked from the Ghosts ensemble.

Thursday’s Season 3 premiere revealed that someone was indeed “sucked off,” and as Jay put it, it was one of main eight! As Sam and Jay frantically searched the property to find out who had moved on to the great beyond, one by one, the ghosts showed up — all except for Flower. Naturally, Thor was confronted with uncomfortable feelings after the loss of his girlfriend, while the others planned a memorial service for their friend.

Over the CBS comedy’s long hiatus, fans speculated that it would be a basement ghost or side character that went into the light, but “we didn’t want it to be an inconsequential, so to speak, ghost that had no ramifications for the rest of the house,” co-showrunner Joe Port tells TVLine in the below Q&A.

So when Flower’s portrayer, Sheila Carrasco, welcomed a daughter in November 2023, ahead of the start of production on Season 3, Port and co-showrunner Joe Wiseman “decided that we’d make [the best] out of the situation,” which limited the actress’ availability, Wiseman explains.

TVLINE | How did you decide that Flower would be the ghost that got sucked off? JOE WISEMAN | Well, it was a long discussion. Full disclosure, when we did the cliffhanger at the end of Season 2, we didn’t know [who it’d be]. We had leading candidates, and we had sort of like a favorite, what we thought it was going to be. But we sort of had a situation where someone was not going to be available for a little while, and so, we decided should we use that to our advantage, and does it sort of, like, link up with the story? We began talking about it, we began talking down several paths, but ultimately decided that we’d make [the best] out of the situation. JOE PORT | We didn’t want it to be an inconsequential, so to speak, ghost that had no ramifications for the rest of the house. Season 1, it wasn’t really leaned into that Jay would develop the power to see ghosts, but some people read into that when, at the end of Season 1, they fell through the floor, and he hit his head. So we did a nod to that at the beginning of Season 2 that, just for a very short time, he thought he could see ghosts. But because we set this up as a true cliffhanger, we wanted to pay it off and have somebody actually get sucked off, and in terms of Flower, it has huge ramifications for the whole house.

TVLINE | What kind of conversations did you have with Sheila about it and the direction of that storyline and that choice? PORT | We talked to her about it and told her why we thought it was a good idea and what we were planning for down the line. You know, this is a world where we can see people in all different realms, and we’re not saying that this is the last you’ll ever see of Flower. It’s just that she’s the one that we’re losing in this first episode.

TVLINE | We don’t actually see Flower get sucked off. So how certain is it that she actually moved on? PORT | I think there’s going to be all kinds of twists and turns throughout the season, as there always are, and people just have to stay tuned.

TVLINE | Is there a possibility that she got lost somewhere on the property and can’t find her way back? WISEMAN | I would say anything is possible.

TVLINE | If she did actually get sucked off and moved on, is there hope of getting her back to this realm? Or is that seen as like a backwards move for a ghost? PORT | Well, as we saw in the Halloween episode last season, they were able to summon the maid from Hetty’s past and bring her back on Halloween. So there’s a precedent for trying to bring people back. Now, whether that’s a good thing to do or not when someone has achieved what is, ostensibly, all of their stated goals, that’s another discussion that the ghosts may need to have. WISEMAN | And we can say that we will have a Halloween episode this season, even though, obviously, it won’t air on Halloween.

TVLINE | How is Thor coping with her loss, and how are the other ghosts reacting to it? How is it playing into their storylines as the season moves forward? WISEMAN | Thor, obviously, is devastated. We spent Season 2 getting them together and ended it with them finally in a relationship. So, to him, it’s a big loss. But like Joe mentioned earlier, the ghosts getting sucked off and moving on, it’s complicated. It’s what they all want. It is their stated goal. So it’s a little complicated for everyone else. Some people are happy, but you’re also a little jealous, and you’re also a little sad. They’re all already dead, so it’s not really a death, but they are gone. So they all deal with it in different ways. Some of them do get jealous, and Thor, obviously, is sort of very sad. So there’s a range of reactions to her being sucked off.

#ghosts cbs #ghosts

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Introduction:

This is the official page for The Storyteller Whims Legacy Challenge! This is a story based legacy challenge with a storyline and color/style you follow each generation. This challenge does include most of the packs and does require a few mods. So, if you're on console sadly you won’t be able to play this version! But I am planning on writing up a un modded version later on that console players will be able to follow! I hope you enjoy the challenge if you do, please share with your friends!

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Rules:

-Must play on Normal Lifespan

-You can’t use money cheats unless specifically stated by the rules for story purposes.

-You can use MCcommand Center for change outfit and certain things. (Setting age span, pregnancy span etc. just no cheating skills or career)

-You must complete all the goals for each generation.

-Dress your sims in the color/style stated for each generation.

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Notes:

Note it’s okay if something in gameplay doesn’t play out exactly as the storyline. But try to stick to the storyline as much as you can.

Also if you don’t know what a style of clothes looks like I recommend looking up the type of style In google for examples. Or there are also style tags in cas that will tag certain outfits as a certain style.

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Mod Requirements:

-Family and Pregnancy Overhaul (Woohoo Wellness)

-Basemental Drugs/Gangs

https://basementalcc.com/adult_mods/basemental-drugs/

https://basementalcc.com/adult_mods/basemental-gangs/

-Kiarasims Trait Mods

-MCcommand/MC Woohoo (You will need this mod to have teen pregnancy in Gen Three!)

MC Command Center (deaderpool-mccc.com)

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Before You Play:

This challenge has real life and fiction elements that may trigger or be uncomfortable for some people! This challenge is intended for people ages sixteen and older! So please be aware of that remember this challenge is for fun not to stress you out! Hope you enjoy my challenge!!!

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~The Generations~

Gen.1 Hopeless Romantic Writer Who Finds Love Unexpectedly

Storyline:

You just moved out of your parents house after learning that they were divorcing. You struggled your whole life listening to your parents fight! As a teen you wanted to have love but all you had was teenage angst. You had a few relationships but they were toxic or the person wasn’t a good fit. You always dreamed of having a love unlike your parents one that is wholesome and beautiful. But now you are hopeless that you will find that so you write love novels. About what your dream love life would be as well as write poems, about those horrible teen relationships you had. As you work your way up in the journalist career you unexpectedly meet someone. You hangout with them they become your best friend then you both start to see there’s more between you than friendship. You both decide to take things to the next level and date, you end up getting married having kids. Now you have the dream love life you always dreamed and wrote about!

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Starting Out:

-Start our living in a rundown apartment that you make look better as you get money. Start out with 0$ but you can the essentials that come with the apartment.

-Be a Young Adult

-Have the traits Romantic, Author and Free Spirit.

-Have the Soulmate Aspiration

-Be in the Journalist Career

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Traits: Romantic, Author and Free Spirit

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Journalist

Color/Style: Orange and Boho

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Goals:

-Reach Level Eight of the Journalist Career.

-Max the Writing and Charisma Skills

-Meet the Love of Your Life Become Best Friends to Lovers.

-Have at-least Two Kids

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Gen.2 Doctor Who Loses Their Partner to an Illness

Storyline:

You grew up a sweet nerdy kid who loved being around their family and friends. Your parents always supported you at science fairs etc whatever you did in school. They were by your side supportive of you as years went by it felt like the best thing in the world is your family and friends. So as a teen you decided you wanted to be a doctor. You started working harder in school and achieved good grades in high school. And graduated one of the top students in your class. After high school you say goodbye to your childhood home and family. To go to college to try and get a degree to become a doctor. A couple semesters in you get overwhelmed and drop out. All your dreams seem hopeless till you see a position open online. For a front desk person you go for the interview and you get the job. It gets boring but soon one of the doctors approaches you. They saw all your achievements on your resume. They happily offer you the chance to work with them and learn about being a doctor. You think can I do that without a degree but you take the offer and learn all you can. Soon you have become one of the best doctors around helping people like you always dreamed. Soon you get a round of new interns coming in one of them catches your eye. Their cute but should you be going for a intern you try to ignore temptation. But you end up asking them out and dating them. A bit goes by you two marry and have kids. Your career is going great everything seems perfect. Till your partner gets sick and you worry you’ll not only lose your partner. But your family will fall apart. So you search for a cure for your partners Illness but there is none. So you sadly lose your partner to the Illness. After the funeral you are mad at yourself feeling like a failure and fraud. As a doctor for not curing your partners Illness. You become gloomy and try to refocus your attention on on your kids. Trying to teach them to become hard workers and responsible to have a successful life family. Because deep down you feel dissatisfied with your life after your partner passed. You hope that maybe at least your kids and grandkids will live a more achieved life then you.

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Traits: Genius, Family Oriented and Ambitious (Change ambitious to gloomy after partner passes.)

Aspiration: Nerd Brain (Change to successful lineage aspiration after partner passes.)

Career: Doctor

Color/Style: Blue and Polished

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Goals:

-Go to University and Drop Out

-Become a Doctor Reach Level Five In the Career.

-Max Logic and Research and Debate Skills

-Fall in Love with a Coworker, Get Married to Them and Have at least Two Kids.

-Lose Partner to Incurable Illness

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Gen.3 Goody Goody to Drug Dealer

Storyline:

You lived in a fake perfect family since your parent died of a tragic illness. Your other parent wasn’t the same you saw it but they and your siblings didn’t. You tried as a kid to fit into your parents vision of a perfect family. Tried in school but your grades weren’t good so your parent got you tutoring, but you didn’t pay attention. This imperfection was a lot to bare with your parent wanting everything flawless. So as a teen you quit wearing nice clothes, trying to fit in your parents neat and tidy box. You start enjoying art in a different way you skipped school. Went to the city with new bad influence friends graffitied walls, drinking and smoking. Pretty soon your parent got tired of your misbehaving you get into a big fight. You pack your stuff and leave that night you crash at one of your friends house. You and him get pretty close and comfortable then it leads to more. The next morning you leave with what clothes and money you have. You walk and find an old RV it could be your new home. Till you see a man coming back to the RV you try to hide but he saw you. He see’s your in need he offers you a job as a drug runner delivering drugs for him. So you take the offer, run errands for him. As payment he pays you not only with cash but also with woohoo. Soon you start to feel nauseous and you find an old box of pregnancy tests in the trash. You use one and find out your pregnant but who’s the father?! It doesn’t matter to you steal some of the drug dealers adult candy. While he’s asleep one night and make a run for it and stay in an abandoned trailer. You start selling weed for some cash and decide to keep the baby. You spend the next several years selling drugs, being a top drug dealer and being an ok parent. But you regret not giving your kid everything your parent gave you. But you know you did your best to love them, and not make them feel they had to be anything but themself.

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Traits: Kleptomaniac, Clubber and Romantic

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Drug Dealer (Sell drugs with basemental drugs mod)

Color/Style: Black and Grunge

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Goals:

-Max the Weed Dealing and Mischief Skills

-Run Away from Home as a Teen

-Be Homeless (Till your sim gets pregnant)

-Make Money as a Drug Dealer

-Hook Up with a Friend and a Drug Dealer Then End Up Pregnant.

-Live In a Abandon Trailer That You Build Yourself and Raise the Baby.

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Gen.4 Hardworking Cop Falls for a Psychopath

Storyline:

You grew up in poverty with your parent barely being home. Because they were out somewhere dealing drugs, as a kid you knew what they did was wrong. But you tried to love them anyway but somehow you couldn’t fully. As a kid you did good deeds at school trying to help your friends out when they needed it. As a teen you volunteered and did all you could for people even your parent. Your parent was happy that they managed to have and raise a child, who has a better character than them. Soon as your a young adult you move out into a nice neighborhood. Unlike the one you grew up in you have no idea what you want to do with your life now. But all you know is you want to help people you go out one day and see policemen. Working hard to keep the neighborhood safe that’s when you decide to become a cop. You work hard, start out doing coffee runs for the sheriff but end up becoming lead officer. One day while you're out patrolling you meet a person who catches your eye. But you refuse to be distracted while on duty so you ignore them. A bit goes by you run into them everywhere you talk to them for awhile end up dating. As you work your way up in your career you and your lover decide to elope. You didn’t even think twice about it for the first time you think with your heart. Soon you/or your partner are pregnant and have the baby/babies. Your a big happy family it’s peaceful for once since you didn’t grow up in a nice environment. But you go to work one day and see your partners name on the most wanted list. They are wanted for murdering several people you are shocked, but immediately you tell the sheriff and they arrest them. Now you are alone and have custody of your kids but you don’t want to give up on love. So you write letters to your partner in prison, even if it’s a bad idea you still love them somehow. They don’t write back for a while till finally they say they want a divorce. It breaks your heart to the point you focus harder on yourself, family and career. Till one day when your an elder you end up dating and marrying one of the other cops. Life is happy your kids are grown up, and you and your new love celebrate all your life achievements. By watching the sunrise and sunset in rocking chairs with your dog/cat. You may have fallen for a psycho, but you were an amazing cop.

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Traits: Ambitious,Paranoid and Family Oriented

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Detective

Color/Style: Yellow and 90’s Style

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Goals:

-Reach Level Ten in the Detective Career

-Reach Level Seven in the Research and Debate and Parenting Skills.

-Fall for Elope and Have Kids with a Psychopath.

-Write Love Letters to your Physcopath Partner in Prison.

-Get Divorced by the Psychopath

-Marry your Friend/Fellow Cop as a Elder

-Have a Cat/Dog as a Elder. (you can before this but must have one as a elder)

-Have a Nice Home (That’s atleast 20K)

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Gen.5 Loner that's a Super Parent

Storyline:

You were raised in a drama zone family, your dad/mom was a Psychopath. You worry that you may be one too. Even if you're not you are scared of the chance of ending up with someone bad as your parent. You never thought having a relationship was all that cracked up to be anyway. You grew up a child who always stuck to yourself playing video games or watching simtube. Your parent encouraged you doing whatever you enjoyed. But they were still worried about you being antisocial, so they took you to the playground to try to meet kids. But you sit on the swing by yourself, so your parent just let you be. As a teen you're a good student but struggle being around a lot of people at school. You have a couple friends who understand you and stick by your side. But after high school all except one get married and have kids. But you barely speak to them, you become a loner and you start to feel like something is missing. So, you get the job you always wanted working as a Tech Guru that fulfills you but not enough. You still see people all around happy with kids. Without a doubt in your mind, you feel kids are what you are missing in your life. You go to the doctor and ask them about your chance of having a baby. They tell you that your chances are good, so you go through with artificial insemination/or having a Surrogate. As soon as the baby is born your life is filled with so much joy. Which gives you the motivation to work harder at your job, and you are able to make the house look nicer. Because having a baby the way you did was so expensive you only have one. But you are the best parent to them and you two have a close bond. The rest of your days you do everything you can for your child. Watch it grow and leave one day to go off and have a life of its own. You may have been single, but you weren’t alone.

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Traits: Loner, Loves Children and Geek

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Tech Guru

Color/Style: Red and Casual

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Goals:

-Reach Level Seven in the Tech Guru Career

-Max the Parenting and Logic Skills

-Be Alone Your Whole Life

-Have a Baby Through Artificial Insemination or Having a Surrogate.

-Take Your Child on At Least Two Vacations

-Teach Your Child To Say Please and Thank You.

-Have Your Child End Up With At Least One Good Character Value.

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Gen.6 Baker Who Decides They Hate Baking and Becomes a Food Critic

Storyline:

You grew up extremely loved by your single parent. Who helped you to go for whatever you wanted to do in life with clubs, activities etc. They even supported you messing up the kitchen with your new recipes you thought of as a child. They even tried those recipes that seemed absurd and nasty after all you were their world. Seeing your parent grow up alone but happy made you motivated to focus on your goals. As a child you and your parent baked and cooked together all the time. Whether it was making homemade sweets or full course meals. You enjoyed spending that time with your parent and you looked up to them. As a teen you continued that love for cooking working as a barista after school. Serving Coffee but also helping to make baked goods to sell made you overjoyed. After you graduated high school, you decided you wanted to become a baker, and own your own bakery. You didn’t have much money to buy it so your parent, dug into what was your college fund to help pay for it. With their help you renovated the place made it look nice and cozy. People came in searching for the yummiest treats that you provided but one day. A health inspector came and found rats in the back of your bakery and shut you down. After that you felt crushed and couldn’t look at cooking or baking the same again. You stayed in your house for days not sure what to do now with your life. Till you saw a show about food criticism, and you decided why not try and be a food critic. You become a well-known food critic people get nervous when you come to their restaurant. Then one day while you're doing your job at a restaurant you meet someone. Who is the owner of that restaurant, and you instantly feel a spark between you two. So, you write them a good review and they ask you out on a date, soon you two start dating. You two take things to the next level move in together and they propose/or you do to them. You get married and have a kid/kids as you cook for your spouse and kids. You start to develop a love for baking again and open up a small bakery. While still having your job as a food critic because it’s what brought you to your partner. You may have grown up up with a single parent but love surrounds you. Even down to the little sweet treats you sell at your family-owned bakery.

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Traits: Sweet Tooth, Family Oriented and Self Assured

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: (Food) Critic

Color/Style: Pink and Minimalist

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Goals:

-Open Your Own Bakery with the Money Your Parent Gives You. (Which is 20K)

-Quit Being a Baker and Become a Food Critic.

-Reach Level Seven of the Critic Career

-Max the Baking and Cooking Skills

-Meet Your Partner at Their Restaurant You are Criticizing. Go On a Date With Them and Start Dating Them.

-Marry and Have at least One Kid With Your Partner.

-End Up Owning a Family-Owned Bakery You Run with Your Partner and Kid/Kids.

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Gen.7 A Hippie Who Wants to Change the World and Becomes a Politician

Storyline:

You grew up around a loving family you were taught that love and happiness is everything. As a child you started a small garden in the backyard with the help of your parents. You enjoyed being outdoors you loved caring for the planet and everything around you. You spent hours outside on the playground after school with your family. You were an okay student in school but enjoyed recess more than anything. As a teen you started to dress hipster and seventies vibes people would make fun of you. So you ran to the bathroom and smoked weed how could people be so mean. You thought to yourself soon as you graduated you moved out of your parents house. To evergreen harbor you live in a trailer that is cozy but also is surrounded by greenery. With lots of colorful beautiful repurposed items you decorate with, your happy to be out of school. But you miss your family so you visit them as much as you can. Soon every time there’s voting on neighborhood action plans you go vote. Hoping evergreen will become a beautiful green place, you also recycle trash you find to help the town change. You keep some of what you find to sell or to decorate your trailer with. The town works towards change but it’s not enough so you decide to become a politician. People laugh at you belittle you say you can’t be a hippie and a politician. You prove them wrong you research work hard campaigning and you change the world. Along the way you and your friend from school who stood up for you. Even if you didn’t know it because you were hiding in the bathroom. They support you which rallies other people too you and them start dating. But marrying isn’t really your thing your too focused on changing the world. So when they get down on one knee and propose you say no. You never wanted a conventional life you want a chilled life single flowing in the wind. Have a hookup here or there but mainly focus on making your home green. Become the best politician the world has ever seen, you work hard in your career and make evergreen green again. You feel achieved to celebrate you go out, drink and smoke a lot and have a drunken hookup. You end up pregnant/or that person gets pregnant, You weren’t sure you wanted kids. But you keep the baby raise it/your hookup partner didn’t want the baby so you raise it. (Whichever storyline you go with depends on your Gen seven heir) You aren’t the best parent but you love your kid and you teach them to be carefree. But to care deeply about taking care of the planet, but not let what other people say hurt them.

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Traits: Green Fiend, Non-Committal and Activist

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Political

Color/Style: Rainbow and 70’s/Hipster

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Goals:

-Live in a Trailer in Evergreen Harbor

-Vote On the Neighborhood Action Plans As Much as You Can.

-Make the Towns Eco-Footprint Turn Green.

-Dig Through the Dumpsters to Find Things to Sell and Decorate Your Trailer With.

-Become a Politician Reach Level Seven of the Career.

-Visit Your Family Often (At least a couple times a sim week)

-Date and Reject Engagement From Your Friend Growing Up.

-Have a Drunken Hookup and Either End Up Pregnant/Or Your Hookup Partner Gets Pregnant.

-Raise the Baby/Babies Be an Ok Parent

-Max the Gardening and Charisma Skills

-Have at least Two Tattoos

-Never Get Married

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Gen.8 Bully Moves Into a Haunted House and Becomes a Paranormal Investigator

Storyline:

As a kid you grew up with an ok relationship with your parent. They taught you to not take crap from anyone which led you to be protective of yourself. You grew a bully when being scared or nervous because of what your parent taught you. They never told you that you don’t have to be mean to be protective. So you spent a lot of time in detention in school your parent wasn’t mad at you. But they also didn’t like having to leave work to pick you up from school after you getting into a fight. As a teen you started boxing and going to the gym to get out your anger. It helped but still when you went to school people made you angry so you bullied them. It got so bad your grades started slipping and you didn’t graduate high school. Your parent was disappointed in you but we’re trying not to have problems with you. Because they want to have a good relationship with you like they had with their parents. Now as a young adult you want to move out live on your own out of a old weed smelling trailer. You decide to move into a small New Orleans home in Willow Creek. The realtor said it belonged to a nice old woman who passed on. But it was cheap even for a small home in that neighborhood but you don’t question it. You take it and it came with the furniture all nice and quaint. But It isn’t your taste you can always get new furniture though. It gets to be nighttime and you start hearing sounds through the house. You wake up and notice there’s a big glowing orb and you start to think is this place haunted. You go online and research about it and you learn about how to get rid of ghosts. As you clear your home of evil ghosts you start to realize this could be your calling. You become a paranormal investigator and in the process get your anger problems out. You become pretty close with the grim reaper giving him souls to keep for eternity. You fall for him and end up woohooing but it doesn’t lead to much grim can’t be tied down. You start to feel that the only people you’ll be surrounded by are dead. But online you meet somebody who shares your interest in paranormal. You two end up dating and never getting married but having two or more kids. You feel your life is complete even if the one thing that calmed you was busting ghosts.

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Traits: Hot Headed, Active and Bro

Aspiration: Body Builder

Career: Paranormal Investigator

Color/Style: Purple and Retro

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Goals:

-Start Out Living in a Haunted House in Willow Creek.

-Become a Paranormal Investigator and Reach Level Five of the Career.

-Max the Median and Active Skills

-Free Your House of Evil Ghosts and Make Your House Not Be Haunted Anymore.

-Have a Hookup with the Grim Reaper

-Date But Not Marry Another Paranormal Fanatic and Have At least Two Kids.

-Collect at least Four Gifts from Ghosts.

-Have a Good Relationship with Guidry.

-Collect All The Different Ghost Types.

-Have Bonheilda as Your Maid.

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⚠️CW: This Generation may have themes that are uncomfortable or triggering!!

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Gen.9 Evil Scientist Who Helps Bring On the Apocalypse in Strangerville

Storyline:

You were raised in a home with parents who enjoyed the supernatural. They were barely around they always had paranormal duties to attend to. You started to take interest in the paranormal yourself, but never looked at it the way your parents did. You saw the science part of it and it seemed after reading books as a child about it. It seemed stupid and like your parents are crazy but while studying you found your passion science. You barely had any friends growing up because you always scared them away. Whether it was a science project that gone wrong or a silly prank, you loved seeing people in fear. Your teachers in school met with your parents about you devious tendencies. But your parents didn’t know what to say to them about you. Your parents didn’t have much to say about you, because they know how it is to be considered odd. As a teen you had a couple of high school flings with the computer club but didn’t mean anything. You were mostly focused on your maniacal studies in the process of it, you found out about a lab. A high-tech lab in Strangerville that is doing studies on alien plants and more. That budded your interest, so you worked hard graduated high school early. Then move out of your parents' house to Strangerville. Into a small house when you got their things seemed pleasant and calm. A nice place to live, but you wanted to change that you had devious plans up your sleeve. You become a scientist and you work right in the heart of the lab. Soon something goes wrong with one of the experiments in the lab thanks to you. But you run off before anyone can catch you, and you start to see alien plants sprouting up everywhere. Your plans worked the apocalypse is starting, people everywhere are like zombies. Infected by those plants you know the people at the lab will get rid of you. As soon as they find out that you helped cause the apocalypse, so you go get artificially inseminated. To have someone carry on your evil doings when your no longer around. You hide out in a bunker underneath your house that you built. Till you give birth then you come out of the bunker and the military personal caught you. They arrest you and take you away and a military officer takes the baby/babies. You may have been caught but your evil doings will go down in Strangerville history.

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Traits: Evil, Erratic and Genius

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Scientist

Color/Style: Brown and Dark Academia

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Goals:

-Move to Strangerville as a Young Adult.

-Become a Scientist and Reach Level Eight of the Career.

-Max the Logic and Mischief Skills

-Build a Bunker Underneath Your House.

-Have an Atrocious Reputation.

-Have a Garden Where You Grow Alien Plants

-Give Five People Alien Plants as Gifts

-Never Marry

-Get Artificially Inseminated to Carry on the Legacy. (Requires the family and pregnancy mod by Lumpinou)

-Have the baby/babies and Have It/Them Be Adopted By a Military Officer.

-(Be Executed) Die From Electrocution.

(After Gen.9 dies you play as the military officer and raise the baby/babies)

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⚠️CW: This Generation may have themes that are uncomfortable or triggering!

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Gen.10 Kid of a Evil Scientist the Town and Becomes a Hero/Fate of a Town and a Hero

Storyline:

You were raised in Strangerville an apocalyptic town where people walked around like zombies. Where alien plants grew, and people were scared to come out of their homes. But you were taken care of by a loving adopted mom who was tough on rules but was sweet. She did all she could to keep you from the harsh reality that your mom was executed. She took you on trips to the military base where she had to work. But she made it a fun adventure her fellow military personal became like family. She homeschooled you because schools were shut down because of hard times in Strangerville. But you never had to feel that because she helped you not have too. Till you became a teen, and she told you everything. That your mom was evil she was partly responsible for the apocalypse. That she was executed, and she doesn’t know who your dad is. You take this hard, and you hide out in your room awhile, texting your friends you met because their parents are in the military. You’ve been shielded from the harsh reality of Strangerville and your real mom. To make you strong so that you could have a happy childhood. You go for a walk that night and it’s dark scary zombie looking people could be lurking. But in the darkness, you meet someone with green skin and dark eyes. You get scared and nervous, but they make you feel something. You hadn’t felt ever because being raised so sheltered. You talk for a bit and then share a kiss and you feel like it’s wrong. So, you run off back to the house and they feel insecure and leave on their alien ship. You go looking for them every night after that, but you don’t see them. You graduate high school and become a young adult. You decide to join the military like your adopted mom and try to save Strangerville.

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Story Path One-You Save The Town and Marry Your Alien Lover

After saving the town from the evil mother plant all that sneaking around. Digging for the truth and defeating the mother plant to save the town. Made you want to have a normal life well as normal as it can be in your family. Your Alien lover returns to earth to see you they are a good alien. They are so grateful you defeated the evil mother plant and cleared aliens bad reputation. You both start dating then one day get married and have two or more kids. You moved away from Strangerville but you moved somewhere just as warm. You moved to Oasis Springs where you and your partner raise your kids. Teach them about being strong and being good people. While their other parent teaches them about alien life and space. You are a happy family after all the drama and apocalyptic chaos your happy. But that’s not the end of the legacy just this generation.

Since you saved the town from the Mother Plant you get to move on and play the The Storyteller Whims Legacy Challenge Extended Edition!!!

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Story Path Two-You Don’t Save The Town and Die Trying to Defeat The Mother Plant

You do your best to uncover the mystery of the town and why the town is infected. You finally put all the pieces together and you find what the secret lab was hiding. You get a team together to try to defeat the evil mother plant. You don’t know how this will end so before you go to the deep dark depths of the secret lab. Your alien lover returns to earth to see you before your attempt to save the town. You two go on a quick little date, and share a kiss that could be goodbye. Then you and your team of heroic people, gather your courage and go inside the secret lab. You see the mother plant and she is fierce you and your team fight her. But ultimately you fail and lose your life in the process and now the town is in despair. Your adopted mom and everyone who knew you will remember your courage trying to save the town.

Since you didn't save the town the legacy challenge ends here and you don't get to move on and play the Extended Edition!

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Traits: Ambitious, Adventurous and Romantic

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery

Career: Military

Color/Style: Green and Country/Western

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Goals:

-Reach Level Ten of The Military Career

- Max The Fitness and Programing Skills

-Meet and Fall For An Alien as a Teen

-Buy At least Three Items From The Curio Shop.

-Become Best Friends With Erwin Pries

-Complete The Badges Collection From The Military Career.

-Save the Strangerville Town (If you don’t complete this one the legacy challenge is over)

Goals to complete if you save the town:

-Keep The Dead Mother Plant Statue In Your House.

-Date and Marry Your Alien Lover Then Have At least Two Kids. (Your Gen Eleven Heir Must Be An Alien)

-Live In A Family Home In Oasis Springs.

-Raise Your Kids To Be Good People Have Them Obtain At least One Positive Character Value.

(Now You Can Move onto The Storyteller Whims Legacy Challenge Extended Edition with Your Gen Eleven Heir.)

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Thank you for playing my legacy challenge I hope you enjoyed it!! If you saved Strangerville congrats you get to play the Extended Edition!!💜

#sims4legacychallenge #sims4 #sims 4 challenge

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taurtise · 8 months

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Fic Notes

Just typing them out since there's a lot and it's easier just to type it, and better for anyone who has a hard time just reading/needs a screen reader

Super long so, enjoy <3 If you wanna do stuff with any of this you can, just leave credit or a note to me if you take heavy/direct inspo and stuff from it

Early game/kinda set-up stuff: Scar talks to Grian being like "hey man. You seem stressed and territorial, you good? Oh. Oh you have a refugee, okay cool. Can I give him cookies?"

Taurtis and Pearl are besties bc I say so. Pearl's favorite past time with him is picking his brain for stuff that he's seen but she hasn't before, and they bond over liking weird alien stuff. She shows him her collection and 1.18 update investigation room.

Scar "you can't keep him in your house forever, G."

Gri "And why not!"

Scar "He's a person! How would you feel if you were holed up in someone's house and not allowed to leave?"

Gri "Shut up." (Cause, yknow, Sam locked him in the basement for three days that one time)

(Taurtis wouldn't actually be unallowed to leave, Grian would just be wary and anxious and paranoid about it)

Late night bed talks. One being where Taurtis asks "Grian, am I funny?" and G goes "Yeah, you're really funny. What, did you make a lame dad joke today?" And Taurtis pauses a bit before rolling onto his side, facing away and responding "Oh yeah, it was a super lame joke." And Grian kinda catches on that, hey this is weird behavior for Taurtis, and decides to confront him about it, hence these lines:

T "What, am I just comedic relief to you? Is that still all I am?"

G "You've always been more than just a joke, don't say that."

Mid-game: Scar's "Hey man you're a bit off" turns to "dude you're extremely bad right now. You need to relax. It's okay. Chill pill, my dude." And Grian is a stubborn bitch that keeps pushing his help away, so Scar tries to get Taurtis to help him with Grian.

Winter hits and Grian spends most of his days sleeping due to instincts, or something, idk it's an excuse to make him sleep and have Taurtis be crazy amounts of domestic with him. Taurtis "accidentally" makes too much breakfast to finish on his own so he wakes up Grian to share it with him. (He called Scar to see if he'd want it, not wanting to wake Grian, but Scar told him it'd be good for the pesky bird to have a meal before sleeping more)

Grian starts seeing shit due to his stress and the fact that the watchers have been following Taurtis this whole time without him realizing up to a certain point. Inspired by me seeing the foggy moon and going "huh that looks like a watcher eye." Thank you, Grian introject moment, pogchamp.

Xisuma starts asking people during casual chats if they've noticed anything different about the server. When he asks Grian, G lies and says he hasn't when he knows the watchers have found a way to get to Hermitcraft too, not wanting to expose himself and risk being looked into deeper from before joining HC. They know him and Pearl were in a server before, but not that it was a server full of watchers and eventual destruction. This causes Grian to get more stressed, develop worse insomnia, and try and figure out a way to send Taurtis home faster. He tries to ignore the inner misery and prioritize the safety of everyone else, but internally struggles with reassuring himself that Taurtis will even be safe after leaving.

Grian starts using his watcher powers when alone to influence the others to do things, just to show the other watchers that he's doing his job and they don't have to stay. They aren't convinced until him and two other watchers have a direct confrontation, in watcher forms rather than their human-esque forms, maybe spend a whole chapter showing their conversation before Xisuma locates where they are due to the heightened levels of their presence, confronting Grian now about what he was thinking and why all of this is happening.

Grian finds out that the other watchers lurking over the server managed to gain enough control to start forming an evo portal, finding it half finished and deciding to use his own control to make "clues". The clues are fake and only there to steer Taurtis away from the portal, but the other watchers change what Grian's clues say to lead him towards it no matter what. Taurtis sees the portal behind an evo symbol and gets mad at Grian, thinking he's tying to send him back to evo to be alone like he was before. (I didn't watch evo, just wanted to find a way to make it appear like Grian abandoned him from Taurtis's perspective.) Grian tries explaining himself, but Taurtis is done listening.

Taurtis starts showing more obvious signs that his sense of confusion from the down under has caused occasional confusion to places he's in, even if he's been there long term. Just a lil, lil somethin, y'know?

Grian's psychotic (literally) and Taurtis is autistic. Not mid game but just had to put that out there.

Long game/end game: (omg just like avenger's end game- shut up. No. Stop.)

There's a sort of banquet to celebrate the ending of season nine as they progress into season ten.

Taurtis has to face the truth that he's never wanted to leave in the first place. He had to accept that fact mid game, but here he has to say it outright to Grian who's absorbed himself into figuring out every nook and cranny and function of that portal, so much that the skulk and purple has grown more on him.

The purple area spreads more on his right arm since that's the one he stick into the rift after activating the portal again. Something that's noticed overtime as he continues experimenting on and interacting with the rift and the area it was at in general.

-----Additional Notes/How Watcher presence affects players-----

A large amount of Watcher presence will cause listeners and the watched to feel paranoid, sick or uneasy. The more watching them, the worse the effects are. This is how Grian connects the rift's sudden behavior change to the watchers, Mumbo pointing out how he's felt the past few days one night while researching and experimenting on the portal with him.

And then this all was going to lead up to an additional fic to the series where they'd have to do a life series to satisfy the Watchers's need for violence, but the watchers found a way to strike a deal with Sam to make things more interesting, and Grian and Sam end up being soulbound for it with Grian barely winning by killing Sam in the end after everyone else has died out.

Similar to Double Life, but would have more stakes and need for staying close to soulmates as well as different effects and changes to players with the loss of lives and distance between soulmates.

#taurtis x grian #taurian #hermitcraft grian #watcher grian #slight evo smp #hermitcraft fanfic #idk about other tags #just take this and let it be my final post before leaving #ciao #also if you wanna take these ideas and run with them go ahead #just leave some sort of credit or note if it's inspo/heavy referenced

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heroes-in-the-dark · 2 years

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I have to talk about chapter 370

I don't do these very often, but this chapter was REALLY important to me because it revealed a lot of little details that I've been looking for in this series for a long time. Mostly in regards to my writing, but also just in general.

For starters, THIS is where they were keeping Kurogiru?! We've seen Central Hospital before, but I've only ever associated it with the treatment of top heroes and important individuals, like after the war. I headcanoned through my fic that they had basement levels for treating and dealing with villains, so I'm intrigued to see some truth to it! No mention of Mr. Compress, though... they had to have treated his injuries from the war somewhere. Could it have been here too? And then afterwards he was transferred to a prison?

Honestly, it makes sense that they've bolstered their ranks. A lot of members of the MLA seemed like ordinary civilians in the first place. It's a little detail, but seeing the CRC heads on stakes really sticks out to me. I thought that insidious group might never be mentioned again after the League dealt with them. I'm guessing that, even being a less popular group these days, this newly unified legion of mutants could still find pockets where they were still active. Perhaps after this stand, the CRC will be extinguished altogether. But as this chapter points out, the on-going threat of discrimatory acts against mutant-types is still very pervasive.

I wrote about this guy a little bit! Wish we'd gotten a name (and pronouns tbh) but I'm glad to see them taking up a role in all this. I was curious about them before! They were a supervisor for the Brown Regiment; I bet they're already quite used to assisting Spinner in leadership. Speaking of Spinner...

I... I don't exactly have the words. I LOVE Spinner. He always struck me as someone who was sweet but tenacious, and I valued him for that. When we first saw him different like this, I thought he'd been using Trigger or some other quirk-enhancing drug. But now we know that ALL FOR ONE GAVE HIM ANOTHER QUIRK.

I am LIVID at AfO. Like, I've detested him for a while now, just because of what he did to Shigaraki and Touya, but that man seems dead-set on dealing out as much damage to each member of the League as he can. After Spinner was so loyal to the League and Shigaraki especially, it just feels like a slap in the face that he'd end up this way. I don't think Spinner knew what he was signing up for when he took this new quirk. AfO is incredibly manipulative. He won't care what happens to Spinner. I know the multiple quirks CAN be done with people, but depending on how demanding the quirk is, they don't mesh well!! That stuff is usually for nomu, and the specifically altered bodies that allow them to hold these different abilities. I can see the strain of the quirk really pushing Spinner's limits. I want him to get out of this okay...

And then! Shouji's face!!! We finally get to see it outside of his concept sketches! I, uh, don't remember his og design having those scars, though. Makes me wonder how he got them... we really haven't ever seen him without the mask. Ever. Not in his dorm or changing room or anything. But I want to assume that some students have seen under his mask, since he wears it so that he doesn't scare or intimidate the people around him.

I bet Tokoyami has seen his face. I'm sure there's very certain circumstances in which Shouji feels comfortable showing people what he looks like. I mean, anyone can tell at a glance that he's a mutant type quirk user, but the presence of the mask has always seemed like a comfort thing for someone who's already very aware of how they look to others. If other characters with mutant traits are any indication, then he's had it hard based on his appearance before.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 370 #mha #my hero academia #kurogiri #paranormal liberation front #league of villains #spinner #shuichi iguchi #shouji mezou #fumikage tokoyami

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watchmenanon · 1 year

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Q&A: Winona Ryder and David Harbour share deep bonds on the set of ‘Stranger Things’ — and off

BY GLENN WHIPP

MAY 23, 2018 3 AM PT

Sitting inside the Dolby Theatre’s lounge shortly before a PaleyFest panel for “Stranger Things,” Winona Ryder hears the roar of the not-so-distant crowd and she’s a little confused.

“What is that?” Ryder asks David Harbour.

“It’s the cast of ‘The Wire,’ Winona,” Harbour teases, as it should be self-evident, since they’re about an hour from taking the stage with their “Stranger Things” cast mates, what all the hubbub is about.

“I went to the PaleyFest event for ‘The Wire,’” Ryder replies, ignoring him. “And I was in the audience, kind of going crazy like that. I mean, I got to meet Bunk ...” and here Ryder, as she will, veers off into a bit of a beautiful tangent about the actor Wendell Pierce, who played Det. William “The Bunk” Moreland on David Simon’s celebrated series before circling back to the screaming fans unleashing an explosive clamor upon the young cast members of “Stranger Things.”

“I didn’t even think about boys until I was 16,” Ryder tells Harbour. “When I was 12, boys were the last thing on my mind.” She pauses, frowning. “I worry about them. It’s overwhelming. You think it’s going to last forever. There has always been this false narrative that if you’re an actor, fame comes with the territory and you have to relinquish everything. I remember when all that mattered was that you were in a good movie. That sounds ridiculous today.”

Today, Ryder and Harbour are the adults in the room, anchoring the sideways secrets of “Stranger Things’” Upside Down world with wrenching, emotional performances. Their characters — Harbour’s police chief Jim Hopper and Ryder’s single mother Joyce Byers — have a history that encompasses the past (they dated in high school), the present (Hopper repeatedly helps rescue Joyce’s luckless son, Will) and, undoubtedly, the future. Their on-screen chemistry has turned Joyce and Hopper into one of television’s most shipped pairs (#Jopper), a designation they both relish.

“I’m so hungry to work with Winona because she’s willing to cut me and be cut and we’ll bleed together,” Harbour says. “And that’s a rare thing.”

Just how deeply have you delved into your characters’ past?

Ryder: I have this whole thing with Joyce that maybe she went to Chicago after graduating and got into the hippie thing. Maybe she was there in the Chicago riots.

Harbour: Hopper went to New York, which we know from a box in his basement. He was a New York cop in the ’70s, probably when Frank Serpico was a cop. That would be a fun flashback. Or Hopper calls Serpico in ’85. “Man, I need a favor.”

David, you said in a Reddit AMA that Hopper and Joyce dated in high school, but she dumped him for Lonnie ...

Ryder: AMA?

Harbour: Ask me anything.

Ryder: Ooooh. I didn’t know. But I keep saying “yah.” I didn’t know what young adult means. YA? “Yah?”

Harbour: Calvin [a police officer character on the show] says they screwed.

Ryder: Oh no, he didn’t say that! I don’t know what base we went to, but I don’t think …

[Harbour pulls up a video on his phone of a scene from “Stranger Things,” in which said Calvin posits of Joyce and Hopper: “Chief and her, they screwed before, huh?”]

Harbour: I think they dated in high school. And I think there’s some unfinished business. Both of us toyed around in the beginning about who left who. At the start of the series when she comes to ask for help to find her son, he’s so charming and passive-agressive about it …

Ryder: It’s our first scene …

Harbour: And he says, “I don’t really want to look for your son.” That’s a crazy thing to say. But that anger, that intense reaction has to come from someplace, right? There are people in my life, back in my high school years or early out of college, who burned me in a certain way. If I were to see them again, I’d be right back in high school.

Ryder: We’re that person to some people as well.

Harbour: It’s the idea that the two of us have this flame. I’m not too much of an astrology kind of guy, but they describe this thing as twin flames, which are like soul mates who burn off karma together. You change patterns and burn off karma.

Ryder: [Laughs] Where did you hear about this?

Harbour: I just like the idea of two people who can’t be together because of their pride, because they were burned. But if there’s the potential for vulnerability and growing up, it’s the person that they need most. They’re the only family they could ever have, both of them.

Ryder: It’s interesting too because they don’t have significant others. There’s that thing, it was in “The Age of Innocence,” where the reason you love the person is that they’d never leave their spouse.

Harbour: So what’s the impediment to Joyce and Hopper coming together?

Ryder: Actually, “The Prince of Tides” was on last night [laughs] and at the end, she’s, like, “Part of why I love you is that you always go back to your wife.” And I’m, like, “No, Nick! Stay!”

Harbour: It’s so good, that pulpy stuff!

Ryder: But I think I’m really interested in that twin flame thing. I had never heard that line before — “they screwed.” Knowing how rumors are in high school, hmm. I have ideas. I just don’t know how much I’m allowed to say.

Harbour: The interesting thing about the collaboration with the Duffers [“Stranger Things” creators Matt and Ross Duffer] is that we pitch things. So a lot of these ideas, we don’t want to put out there because they could show up in Season 4. [Dramatic pause] Or Season 3.

Ryder: That was my fear in doing the series. What if you find out you’re, like, a killer down the road? You’d want to play it completely different.

The season finale scene where Hopper and Joyce share a smoke outside the Snow Ball made #Jopper fans swoon. Did you know it was going to elicit such a strong reaction?

Harbour: The funny thing is the scenes that I work on super-hard, people don’t care about. And then the ones we shoot in, like, two minutes are always the ones that elicit gasps.

That scene, you know, Bob [Joyce’s boyfriend] has died and it’d be horrible for Hopper … it’s a sensitive moment. And he’s her friend. So they have this gesture together that isn’t romantic or creepy. It’s like we can bury our feelings in a cigarette together and remember what it was like to be young and innocent.

You did poke the bear on the “Stranger Things” after-show, David, when you said, “The sex would be a lot better with Hopper than it is with Bob.”

Ryder: You said that?!

Harbour: [Stammers] I said that. And the kids were all, like, “[Gasp!]” I will say it’s weird to be an adult, 40-year-old human being and be on a show that is an adult show but is so beloved by kids. Even with my social media. I’m, like, a dude who’s in the world who’s complicated. Like, I have these 13-year-olds who go, “Don’t curse!” [Laughs] The juxtaposition’s a little too much. I want to be Nick Nolte. I don’t know if the whole “don’t curse” thing is going to work.

Ryder: When I grew up, there was a swear jar where if you swore, you had to put $5 in. But then I did “Heathers” and that just went out the window. [Laughs] I remember when we used to have to loop dialogue for airlines and [Al] Pacino used to try to get us to band together and refuse. Because it’s the most ridiculous words. The best is Crispin Glover doing “A River’s Edge.” He just says nonsense.

What about all the fan fiction you read, David, when you were laid up with your torn Achilles tendon. Did you share any of that with Winona?

Ryder: I’m sorry, but what is fan fiction?

Harbour: Basically, people will write, like, “Hopper comes over to Joyce’s house” and there will be a whole story and a lot of it’s kind of smutty too, smutty and weird.

Ryder: I remember meeting the woman who wrote [whispers] “Fifty Shades of Grey” and I thought it was about Wall Street because the book cover had a tie on it. I had no idea. I said, “So, you’re fascinated with Wall Street.” She’s, like, “No.” But she said she started with writing fan fiction for “Twilight.”

David, you once compared Hopper and Joyce to Faye Dunaway and Jack Nicholson’s characters in “Chinatown.” Please elaborate.

Ryder: Wow. You don’t think Hopper’s going to slap Joyce, do you?

Harbour: No! Not that! There’s movie relationships that are like throwback relationships and we still use them as tropes to this day. The tropes to me are: Indiana Jones and Marion, Han Solo and Princess Leia and Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway.

Ryder: [Scrunches her face] I’m thinking “Cannery Row.”

Harbour: I’m thinking two lost people who don’t think they need anything who actually need each other. And the power of Winona as an actress and the power of … are you ready for this?

Ryder: I want to be your Lowenstein from “Prince of Tides.” He’s driving at the end and [she breaks into a perfect imitation of Nick Nolte’s Southern drawl], “I just say her name: Lowenstein … Lowenstein …”

Harbour: Winona. No. I am going to blow your horn a little bit here. She’s the greatest. She’s so willing to explore personal, intimate things that most actors get to a certain point and go, “That’s enough.” And it’s exploring things about yourself that you don’t necessarily like, the complexities of the human psyche, which is messed up and strange and wonderful and mysterious and horrible.

Ryder: A lot of actors are, like [adopts a French accent]: “Acting is lying.” But it’s actually finding the truth. The feeling, like you were saying, to go there but also feeling safe and protected. And I just feel like I’m so incredibly lucky to have him. I don’t know what I’d do without him. [Her voice breaks.] I really mean it.

Harbour: Quit it! Oh, my God! See! How can you not fall in love with that human being?

Winona, you seem refreshingly removed from the online world. Did you ever see the viral reaction to all those facial expressions you made during David’s speech at the 2017 SAG Awards?

Ryder: You know the term “viral,” I always think of virus, like the flu, you know? [Laughing] Just to set the record straight, you ran the speech by the kids, but not by me. So that was the first time I was hearing it. And I was trying to follow what he was saying, but it was hard to hear on the stage. I would hear, like, “punch in the face,” but I didn’t hear what he said before.

Harbour: It was pretty dramatic. I’m pretty dramatic.

Ryder: So I heard about the reaction of course. And a few days later, I had to go back on set and we’re shooting these close-ups of my face and I’m feeling really self-conscious.

Harbour: C’mon! People loved your reactions!

Ryder: Did they? I thought it was making fun of it.

Harbour: My speech wouldn’t have been as memorable if it didn’t have a little bit of fun ... if it didn’t have you. The two of us is what made the thing. Again, my performance is completely dependent on everything you’re doing. So thank you once again for saving my ass.

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