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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 7 months

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The Angel and The Unholy

I want to thank @earthlyangelbby for beta reading this. All mistakes are still my own.

Chapter 2 - Surface Knowledge

Summary... A little in Eddie's perspective to show how well the Carrier family has been accepted into Hawkins. As well as the first tutor session between Eddie and Victoria.

I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you liked this at all.

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Eddie looked over at Victoria, not being able to help himself.

She was smiling, talking with a few others. Eddie wondered if there was anyone she didn’t talk to because everyone would. The band geeks, science nerds, cheerleaders, jocks, and even the ones who partied. She talked to all who crossed her path, especially people who she could help. Some of the people who talked to her were others who were enrolled in tutoring. Mrs. O’Donnell spoke highly of her and maybe she could help him.

Maybe he could learn more about her too…

Victoria was sitting with the group of band geeks right now…Talking just as animatedly with Robin Buckley about something with that radiant, trance inducing, gorgeous, perfect smile…

Then Eddie watched as Nancy Wheeler asked her a question and then Victoria smiled as she gathered her things. They moved towards the doors of the cafeteria room. Nancy holding a sheet of paper to her. The answer was clear what that paper was when Victoria grabbed her red folder she kept specifically for food orders to give to her mother, Sylvia, and grandmother, Echo.

Dustin tapped Mike’s arm frantically. “Is she talking to your sister?”

Mike spoke quickly, “is she ordering more cookies?!-”

Dustin was up and pushing Mike towards them. “Gogogogo!”

Eddie watched the two freshmen rush towards Victoria and Nancy, their eyes hopeful and quickly talking over Nancy who looked annoyed at the interruption. Victoria laughed, the sound reaching Eddie’s ears and making him want to smile. She nodded to the young boys and they cheered unashamed.

Gareth mumbled, “think they will share with us again?”

Eddie silently hoped to get another taste of the cookies. No one could describe the amazing way the food tasted because it tasted out-of-this-world good.

The Carrier family was quickly, lightspeed fast, making a positive name for themselves.

The brother, Andy, a fucking mircale worker as the towns new handy man that could fix anything. He had a quick solution to nearly every problem, making him the new ‘first to call’ for any issue. If he could get his hands on something that broke, he could fix it. He stopped to help people whose car broke down on the side of the road and tried to at least mend the issue so they could get home. He could fix the hardware of any appliance.

He proved his skills in blueprints and constructing houses on their own property.

The house that the zombie boy lived at, that was where the new family lived. Andy completely changed the property and used only a few contractors, choosing to do the work mostly between himself and the family. Added a second story to the house, installed a greenhouse, renovated some space for cooking purposes and food storage.

Mike and Dustin were there a few times to pick up an order or few with Nancy and they couldn’t stop talking about how much the property had changed in the short time they lived there.

All of the family members have proven to be self reliant, never asked for help but ready to do anything to help others, they were all compassionate and selfless.

As well as righteous.

The head of the family? Mr. Carrier. He was a lawyer, and a damn good one. Hardly lost a case.

They were the perfect family…

All Eddie had was his uncle Wyan and a bad reputation from his father. Known as the TOWN freak for his taste of music, and hobbies. Dealt drugs for his money that already got him a criminal record. Third time trying to pass senior year… So he was perplexed as to why he had the extreme fascination with her. He wondered why the hell he signed the paper for tutoring but it just felt right. It felt like his chance to learn more about her. The idea was stupid as shit. All because she knew he suffered academically enough for a teacher to push tutoring onto him.

Excellent grades must be a part of the demand within the family because Victoria was not at the school long, almost a month, and tested amazingly enough to be accepted into the tutoring program. Teachers loved Victoria and her sister, Natalia.

While it seemed the family was settling in for the foreseeable future, Eddie was sure Victoria would leave. She seemed like the type that had a bigger life than a simple small town. Get a fancy degree and be off to whatever perfect dream job she wanted.

Eddie dreamed of getting out of this small town, and hit it off big with his band, and experience all the crazy and amazing shit that rockstars did. He wouldn’t be the freak of the town, he would be adored by his fans for being the metal head he was.

Victoria was welcomed by all, helped all.

Eddie brought in his little lost sheep and gave them understanding to embrace who they were. Nerd and weirdness completely accepted by him. He took every chance to try to prove to the students of Hawkins High that stereotypes and people in those confined little boxes were hiding pieces of themselves. Vital pieces that would fester until they exposed themselves to the so called friends of school, only for them to run away and abandon friendship. Either way, most of these people would never see the other as soon as they got the diploma. Off to college or a new location for a fresh start.

The bell rang and maybe tutoring could be the fresh start he needed.

He thought of one word with a snort. Doubtful..

Eddie went to his locker to grab the notebook for biology class with Mrs. O'Donnell. He hated this class. Learning about life, only to then do the disgusting dissection later on this year. He couldn’t stand it. People call him a freak and a satanist while he chooses to skip class during that lesson, all while everyone else is excited to dig around in something dead.

Eddie wondered if Victoria would participate in that. She seemed way too nice for something insanely cruel.

Victoria was in her usual seat near the front of the class so Eddie sat in the back. For some reason he hoped for something different but he wasn’t surprised.

Victoria couldn’t even look at him. That actually hurt somehow because she was nice to everyone else… The note he passed to her yesterday was used as the bookmark for his notebook. He read it over as Mrs. O’Donnell’s voice became background noise… Victoria really did seem to give him the same kindness everyone else received. He knew she would have to talk to him during tutoring, she would have to talk to him because how else was he going to learn from her?

For once. He was looking forward to being in the school longer than he needed to. He was going to probably make an idiot of himself, the fact he was thrown into tutoring by a teacher was probably enough… He sighed, holding the note before tucking it away and attempted to take notes.

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Victoria bumped her forehead against the locker. The supplies she needed for the tutoring sessions today in her bag hanging off of her shoulder. She knew she had to get to room 203, however… She knew in about an hour, she would be sitting next to Edward Munson.

“I should just go home…”

Natalia scoffed, “call in sick to work when everyone has seen you in good health the rest of the day? Sounds believable.”

“When are you ever help?”

“I help by not sugar coating shit. Shit is shit. It does not change if you try to polish it, just makes it worse to deal with later.”

Victoria grumbled, “Go home.”

“Yeah. I’m going before it gets dark… When are you done today?”

Victoria sighed, throwing her back into the locker… “I should be done around six. Dad knows to pick me up.”

“Good. Should be enough time for you to get ready for tonight.”

“Yeah. I hope I can get some answers tonight. I have offered a lot this last month, even more so within the last week.”

“I noticed. Yours is rivaling Grandmother’s…”

“I got to go.. Get this over with. I need the money anyway.”

“I’ll check in on how things went in a few months.” Natalia winked as she rounded her belly. Crackling in laughter and skipped out of the way as Victoria was going to hit her.

Victoria focused on her sister, felt her energy, then projected the sharp pinch she inflicted on herself to her sister.

Natalia yelped and rubbed her arm. She turned and flipped Victoria the bird. “I’ll tell dad!”

“Not if you want to keep the unfortunate series of events happening to the kid who picked on Max a secret.”

Natalia huffed as she walked away.

Leaving Victoria alone, groaned as she turned around. Heading through the halls to room 203, where Nate sat, starting the homework already. He really struggled with math but Victoria was happy he was trying. Now if he would stop trying to ask her for tutoring somewhere else other than the school, that would be greatly appreciated.

When the time was getting closer to the hour being up he noticed.. “I know that my time is over for this week, is there any way that I could get some extra time. Study at my place, maybe?”

“I have others I tutor and it is easier if I have one location. I only get 3 hours for each person a week.” Victoria got her planner out and the paper for signatures after each session, her proof for payment. “As always, sign here. Then you can schedule for next week.”

Nate signed and filled three separate times for next week. Then wrote something else largely and circled it a few times. “I’m throwing a party on halloween. I’d love to see you there. Booze and all that fun stuff.”

Victoria looked at how he filled every block for that day. In ink. Her mouth opened for a moment as she tried to think of what to say, calmly. “Uh..”

Nate was heavy into partying, and fun stuff meant drugs and whatever else happened between the impaired. Victoria has been to parties before but she didn’t find them all that admirable. Especially because there was always someone intoxicated flirting with her or even putting their hands on her.

Knowing she had a fated waiting for her she never wanted to entertain anyone else. It was a common thought between many of those who had fated that it was almost like stealing another’s love life. Some people look down on those who entertain others. They call those people greedy and unfaithful because they have their person out in the world waiting for them. Even in cases of casual sex it was still looked down on. Sometimes people catch feelings regardless of the talk of “no emotions.”

In rare cases, a casual hook up could become obsessed with and jealous of the fated pair… It has ended in death often enough to be taught as warnings. Often very intricately woven with the sex talk because children outside of a fated pair have happened.

Nate’s question pulled her out of the horror stories she has heard. “Do you drink?”

She enjoyed a drink occasionally, it gave her a little relaxation. “Not often.”

However, at parties it gave her a look into the truth of some people, something about alcohol brings the ugly heads of truth out in people. Made digging for secrets easier.

“I’ll have a lot supplied, and lots of people will show up.”

A weakened mind was easy to manipulate with telepathy.

Victoria offered a smile, she could use that time to dig around. “I will try to make it.”

Nate smiled largely after a moment of realizing there was a glimmer of hope. “If you need help picking out a costume, I could help. Get you into something, cute.”

Victoria took the chance to get out if it was going to be a party like that. “Thanks for the offer but if costumes are a requirement, then I’m out.”

“Then costumes are optional.”

She laughed as humorsly as she could. “You changed your mind quick.”

She put her planner off to the side as she closed it. Then looked at the time then the door where Edward stood. She saw how he looked at her, confusion still evident in his eyes even though he looked at her with awe. Maybe he was just as confused as she was about him.

Why were they paired together?

Nate spoke and pulled her out of her thoughts. “Just want your beautiful face there.”

Edward's eyes changed, anger dancing in his narrowed eyes.

Victoria turned towards Nate. “You do need to go, my next person is here.”

“I don’t believe it, Munson is getting tutoring this year. Is the new tutor worth feeling like an idiot?”

Victoria replied quickly, professionally. “If I truly make you feel like an idiot, then I am not doing my job properly. I apologize for any reason you have come to this conclusion on your own. I will put in a referral for you to be switched to someone better suited.”

Nate scoffed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I want you to have the best chance at passing this year. That chance is clearly with someone who won’t make you feel terribly about yourself. I am sorry for anything I have done wrong and will see what your options are for another tutor. Have a good rest of your day, Nate.” Victoria offered a smile but she knew it did not reach her eyes because they had the irritation of protective anger burning in them. "I will try to make it to your party."

Nate huffed, leaving with his things.

Victoria gestured to the seat beside her. “Please sit. As I said in our note, I don’t judge. I apologize if he made you feel bad in any way. I won’t tolerate that at all.”

Edward shrugged, “Nah. It’s okay. Third attempt in senior year so I hear it all the time.”

Victoria looked at him, seeing him try to look unaffected but she could see some unease. He kept moving his eyes, rubbing them. She said, “My eyes get irritated sometimes too, try to blink rapidly to attempt to produce some tears for lubrication.”

He looked at her odd so she continued on the right path of conversation. “But, anyway. School isn’t for everyone, nothing is wrong with that.” She pulled out Eddie’s test with a big red F on it, making him sigh at seeing it. “The only people who are going to need to know the specifics of how cells divide are scientists and doctors who monitor that process, with microscopes. I guess teachers do too.”

Edward smiled a little. “Apparently you need to know how cells divide too.”

Victoria shrugged. “I’m just here for the pay because I retain information in an odd way.”

“Care to share your secret, oh wise one?”

Victoria shook her head with a chuckle. “I dig around in their brain.”

Eddie rightfully looked at her confused. Of course he wouldn’t understand telepathy.

She refrased for normalcy. “Find people who are fascinated with a subject and talk to them. Ask questions, dig, you know?”

“The teachers would die if I did that.”

“Lucky for them, I’m here for you to ask the questions you want to know. If I need to, I’ll find out for you. Take notes during class and come to me with questions. For right now, let's go over this test.”

Victoria noticed Eddie was more relaxed after their talk and now she was doing everything in her willpower to treat him like all the others. She kept her hands away from his, refrained from pushing hair away from his face, staring at him too long, and making herself keep on track of the subject.

The time dragged on for that hour as she controlled herself. She wanted to get to know him more. He seemed like a good person, he was polite, friendly.

Victoria looked at the time. “I apologize, but my next person is going to be here soon. I see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I got the slot right after school.”

“Yeah. Not many want to get tutoring on Fridays.”

“Do you like to be here on Friday?”

“It is not terrible. Tutoring barely pays anything, but it's the same place as school, so I don't have to walk elsewhere. I also help the little food service going on in my house for some extra cash.”

“Dustin and Mike love your food, thankfully brought Hellfire a cookie for each of us last time we had a meeting."

Victoria stated, “the club for that fantasy board game?”

He rose his eyebrows, “You know about Hellfire? Dungeons and Dragons?”

Victoria scoffed. “Everyone talks about it in all the media as if it is worse than ouija boards.”

“Those boards for summoning ghosts?”

Victoria responded causally as she flipped through her calendar. “Not always ghosts so that's why anyone with a working brain stays away from them.”

“What do you mean, not always ghosts?”

Victoria wet her lips and as she realized she fucked up slightly. “You know in the movies. Usually something bad, like, a demon attaches to the ones using it. Haunting them, hurting them.”

“You think demons are real?”

“I think there are many things that have yet to be proven. Many find comfort in a religion or belief in higher entities because they fear the things that are uncommon and unknown. So those who are highly religious see those things as unholy. The fear of things they don't have in their straightline scriptures make them unwilling to understand anything else.”

“You are not religious?”

Victoria paused for a moment, “I was explaining that I do not agree with people who have a closed mind to new things."

Victoria slid the paper for him to sign and offered the calendar. "Sign there by the X, it is the form that I turn in to get payment and proof you were here. And if you want to, you can schedule for next week now or wait until a later time. Mrs. O'Donnell is going to have that quiz on Wednesday. Maybe Monday and Tuesday would be days to consider."

Edward looked at the dates for next week. Then tentatively spoke. "I have a gig at the Hideout on Tuesday night. With my band. Could we do a double on Monday? Is that okay?"

Victoria slid the planner to herself. "I only have an hour available on Monday left. I am done by six." Victoria looked at the clock, the next person was almost ten minutes late and with the importance of tonight she needed to get home. "You still have an hour available this week, out of the three. If you want, I could do it for two hours, tomorrow. Then, that way you could go over everything this weekend on your own and I could see what you need help with on Monday."

"Yeah. Uh.. sounds good."

Victoria pushed the planner to him. "Fill those in and you have 2 remaining hours for next week."

"Are you going to go? To the party?"

"According to the planner I am. Anyway, my next person will be here soon."

He gathered his few things, "Right. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good night, and be careful."

Edward stopped for a moment, a small smile on his lips. "You too."

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myhauntedsalem · 1 year

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What was said about the house on 815 S. Ash is a bunch of nonsensical lies to get money. Rhea White was my beloved grandmother and I have stayed upstairs in the bedrooms and never were their ghosts roaming the halls. I am angry that you used this beautiful family home to propagate lies!

815 S. Ash St, Casper WY is the Ivy House Inn

The home was originally built in 1916, and construction officially concluded in the 1940 with the addition of the wonderful, grand porches. Many sources out there say that the home was built by Mr. and Mrs. W. Frank White, but I’ve found that not to be the case. However, the White Family did play a major role in the history of the home, and as you’ll see a little later on, are the prime candidates for the hauntings!

Rhea Eliza Porter was born on March 10, 1902. She and Willis Frank White were married in Salt Lake City, Utah on May 15, 1929, and as you might have guessed from that location, were Mormons. The White Family lived in various locations throughout Casper and Cheyenne during the 1930s and 1940s, but settled into their final home on South Ash Street between 1944 and 1945. Here it is rumored that the Whites hosted Mormon missionaries over the years. Together, the couple are listed in the 1940 census as having three children: Dale, Joe, and Charmaine. Frank may have also had at least one daughter, if not more children, from a previous relationship.

It is said that Rhea ruled the home with all the strictness that her Mormon upbringing afforded her. She refused to allow drinking and smoking in her home and forbade any other type of immoral activity as well. After Frank passed away in 1957, Rhea continued to live in the home until her own death on May 15 1995 (her wedding anniversary) at the age of 93. The following year, the home was purchased by Tom and Kathy Johnson, who immediately began the task of renovating the large private residence into a cozy bed and breakfast.

Almost immediately, strange activity began. Tom was working with a power drill when it suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw that the cord had not only been unplugged, but it was floating mid-air, as if someone was holding it up before letting it fall! Another time, a hammer mysteriously just disappeared. In paranormal research, we often associate an upswing in paranormal activity with any type of renovations, but the strangeness didn’t stop even after the Ivy House Inn opened for business.

The main entity seems to be that of Mrs. White. A female form has been seen walking down the hallway, a ghostly female face has been spotted in not just mirrors and windows but caught in photographs as well. Guests often report a knocking at their door at night, only to find no one there when they answer. Phantom smells are also quite common–especially those of chocolate baking and vintage cold remedies.

Other members of the White family also seem to still be sticking around. Two Siamese cats, believed to have belonged to Mrs. White, have been seen darting around the inn and one guest even reported that one of the cats jumped up in bed with her and slept, purring, at the foot of the bed all night long. Mr. White tends to favor the parking area out back—a shadowy figure of a man has been seen in that area who likes to activate car alarms. Mr. White has also been seen inside the house, particularly creeping out one guest who reported that a man’s figure stood over the bed one night and stated “Isn’t it funny how people get lost?” One can only imagine what that phrase might be in reference to…

The lower level of the home is no stranger to weird occurrences, either. Guests staying in one of two suites have claimed to have very vivid dreams of a young man who constantly paces back and forth between the sink and the closet area. Could this be one of the White sons?

Before purchasing the home, Tom Johnson didn’t believe in ghosts. However, with all that activity, he quickly became a little more open to the idea. In fact, he became a paranormal investigator! He and his son, Eric, gave tours and held annual October events in the home to share the history and the haunts of the Ivy House. They also held an annual party for Mrs. White and no less than nine official paranormal investigations were conducted.

Unfortunately, opportunities to explore the hauntings for yourself are now limited to non-existent. In 2009, the Ivy House Inn was purchased by The Self-Help Center and converted into Turning Point, a transitional group home for female victims of domestic violence.

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thecryptidcottage · 1 year

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have you ever heard of last kiss by pearl jam ? well, it describes DOMINICK WOLFE to a tee ! the forty-four year old owner + bartender at wolfe’s den was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know him ? would you say he is more reticent or more dutiful instead ? anyway, he reminds me of of framed report cards hanging up alongside business and liquor licenses , banana pancakes and retro cartoons on the couch on a sunday morning , faded prison tattoos curling out from under long sleeves and stiff collars , a trans flag strung up in the window of a hole-in-the-wall dive bar , and scorching your tongue on your first sip of coffee. maybe you’ll bump into him soon !

STATS.

name: dominick wolfe nickname(s): dom gender & pronouns: cis male / he + him orientation: tbd age: forty-four date of birth: 27 april, 1978 zodiac: ☼ taurus ☽ capricorn ↑ taurus occupation: bartender + owner of wolfe’s den positive traits: responsible + protective + adaptable + compassionate negative traits: taciturn + gruff + stubborn + emotionally unavailable

HISTORY.

TW: drugs + alcohol + crime + car accident + injury + death

dom grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, if you will ; growing up low income and with absent parents meant dom got involved in the distribution and sale of illicit drugs from the time he was a young teen and had developed a bit of a name ( and a record ) for himself by the time he hit his twenties ; used the money he made to pay for a flat for himself and his grandmother, the woman who raised him ; she knew what he did and turned a blind eye, only urged that he make sure he stayed safe

fell into darker times after he lost his grandmother ; started drinking more and sleeping less, getting reckless with his job, the protocols in place to keep him from getting caught ; it wasn’t until he met charlotte that dom thought he’d ever see the light again, but she charmed him with a melodic laugh and a smile like sunshine, soothed his sorrows like a salve made just for his soul and dom ? well, dominick wolfe fell in love

dom and charlotte hadn’t been together more than a few months when he got arrested ; nearly a year of careless, thoughtless decisions had finally caught up to him, and even with the help of the best lawyer he could afford, he was twenty-three years old and facing seven years in prison for supplying an illicit drug ( he was lucky all they’d found was the cannabis when they searched his property, else he’d likely still be locked up for a number of charges that fell through )

to dom’s constant discouragement and disbelief, charlotte remained faithful to him for all seven years of his sentence ; she wrote him letters, visited when she could, and he spent every day of that near decade falling just a little more in love with her ; when he was released in the spring of 2009, they moved in together, and less than a year later, they were married and expecting a child

while dom was incarcerated, charlotte was scrimping and saving and managed to land a property with an old, run-down bar on the first floor and a connected flat upstairs in slightly better shape ; over the course of charlotte’s pregnancy, dom renovated them both, and though they both joked that they were insane for it, in the same year they welcomed a baby, the wolfe’s den was officially opened for business

the bar was a humble success ; there was nothing flashy about the place, but the spot was decent and the drinks were cheap, and they managed to lure in enough regulars to keep their little family afloat so long as they lived modestly ; dom ran the front of house, the bar, and charlotte kept their accounts balanced and bills paid, and eventually the wolfe’s den became a cozy little spot in the community for any wayward wanderer looking for a drink ; and yeah, okay, maybe dom was convinced this was it for him ― happily ever after, one he’d found himself, not that he deserved it

and because he didn’t deserve it, of course it couldn’t last ; dom remembers the night it ended as clearly as if it had been yesterday ― 2013, the last weekend in april, and charlotte had insisted they find a babysitter and do something special to celebrate his thirty-fifth birthday, something more than just a simple night in ; the weather was awful, miserable rain, but charlotte wolfe made her own sunshine and had never before been deterred by the weather, and so off they went to dinner and a movie

they never made it to dinner ; and no matter how many times he’s been asked, dom doesn’t remember how it happened ― he doesn’t know if the other driver hadn’t seen them and risked running the intersection or if they’d simply lost control of their vehicle, it all happened so fast ; when dom woke two days later in a hospital bed, it was to charlotte’s mother holding his baby, tears in her eyes ― charlotte didn’t make it

picking up the pieces was harder than anything dom had ever done before ; the bar stayed closed for weeks while he grieved the love of his life, tried to learn how to be a single parent, how to do it on his own ; he had to hire more help, more people to staff the place so he could be home with his kid ; eventually he fell into a routine, learned how to keep himself and his little one moving forward ; it’s been almost ten years since the the accident and even though some days are harder than others, they always manage

a little over a year ago, dom’s child came out to him as transgender in an unexpectedly heartfelt conversation over reality tv and takeaway one night ; though he’d been a bit surprised at first, he couldn’t say it had been by much, and he was proud to find out he not only had a son, but that his son wanted to be called by a name that reminded him of his mother: charlie ; if dom wept like a baby that night, he and charlie don’t talk about it, but he knows that his dad stands by him no matter what

dom and charlie still live in the flat above wolfe’s den, and he’s doing his best to balance being a business owner, bartender, and single dad ; most days he feels like he’s barely keeping his head above water, keeping it together, but it’s worth it to make sure he’s doing everything he can for charlie ; he’s had a few relationships in the more recent years since losing charlotte, including one with thea mackenzie, a spitfire of an american who found her way into his bar and caught his eye, but whether because of his baggage, his kid, or his inability to open up about any of it, dom’s been unable to find anyone serious to try again with

MISCELLANEA.

thanks to a pair of flags dom hung in the front windows of wolfe’s den shortly after charlie came out, one displaying the traditional rainbow and the other a trio of colors for transgender pride, his tiny hole-in-the-wall dive bar is slowly becoming an unintentional and niche spot for notting hill’s queer community to grab a drink ; be warned, though, if you linger at the bar for too long, you might end up getting a dad talk ― unless that’s what you’re looking for, in which case, he does give pretty decent advice

charlie can almost always be found at the bar when his dad’s there unless it’s late ; if he’s not doing his homework at one of the stools where dom can keep an eye on him, he’s polishing glasses or tossing darts or building houses of cards out of coasters ; and, look, dom knows he shouldn’t be raising a kid around a bar, but it’s a hell of a lot better than he had growing up, and besides, charlie never seems to mind ; in fact, dom’s keen to think he enjoys it, leans into the way it makes him feel a little like a rebel

dom has a good heart ; he’s been known to go upstairs into his own kitchen and cook a meal for strangers who are hungry or having a hard time in the bar down below ; he learned how to knit while he was in prison and found that it was a really helpful tool for anger management and stress relief, and you’ll occasionally find him knitting squares somewhere around the bar for blankets he donates to the women & children’s refuge every winter ; if you’re in need of somewhere safe to go, something to eat, someone to talk to... any of it, dom’s your man ― he doesn’t talk about himself much but he’s a damn good listener

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

regulars at the bar. anyone who comes in often enough to be friends with dom and the crew. it’s a small place and dom makes a point to look after his return patrons, which means heavy pours, discounted drinks, and if you’re really lucky, the master code for the jukebox to get unlimited plays.

parent friends. look, dom has been raising charlie on his own for almost a decade now, and he’s doing his damn best to make sure he does a decent job of it, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t use some advice from time to time, or, at very least, somebody to commiserate with over the struggles of raising a kid ― more than that, a teenager

employees. the folks who work at the bar are almost like a family to dom, and there’s not a whole hell of a lot he wouldn’t do for them. he trusts them with his business when he’s got to look after his kid, and likewise, he’d bend over backwards to help any one of them out in whatever way he could if they were in a tight spot or struggling.

prison pals. i don’t know if this one’s a long shot or not, but it would be interesting to see somebody dom met when he was locked up. were they friends ? enemies ? i just think it could be a fun reunion to explore, and the presence of somebody from that part of his life making a reappearance now would certainly stir up some feelings

a friend of charlotte’s. maybe somebody who didn’t know dom personally at first, but knew him through his late wife and made a point to check in on him and charlie periodically after her passing, whether out of personal concern or care for their friend who couldn’t be there for her family anymore. anyway, this one promises a lot of angst. this is probably the person he calls late at night when he can’t stop thinking about her. they’re a lifeline of sorts.

exes. just because dom hasn’t been in a successful relationship since his marriage doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried to move on and meet somebody else. there are a million different reasons why it might not work out when you’re venturing into a relationship with him, of all people, but his intentions are always good. he just... well, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore, okay ?

something more. this one scares him, because he doesn’t know how to handle the idea that he might be starting to feel something for someone again ; he’s guarded with his heart, even moreso now that he’s got charlie’s to protect, too, but something about this person makes dom want to let down his walls just a little bit, maybe let somebody in. they make him feel safe. maybe it’s still too soon to think about having feelings for somebody else, but it’s been ten years, and charlie deserves more than just him, doesn’t he ? and maybe... maybe he deserves more too

#↳ intro ( dom )#when i tell y'all i haven't even had this man one day yet and he already owns my heart #there's wcs in here so pls hit me up if you wanna plot #nottinghillintro

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dantekidd · 1 year

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[thomas doherty, male, him/he ] - was that dante kidd i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty nine year old who has been in nightrest for most of their entire life and works as a musician has a reputation of being sweet, but also vulnerable. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with playing instruments at the park, helping elders cross the street, and a billion dollar smile. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

Name: Dante Kidd Pronouns: Him/He Age: 29 years old Birthdate: June 12, 1994 Place of Birth: Nightrest, Salem Occupation: Musician/Songwriter Sexuality: Pansexual

Dante had been born to parents who cared nothing about him. His mother and father had been drug addicts who had him more for the money they could get from the government and not exactly because they wanted a child. He learned from a very young age to look after himself in ways that no five year old should. That lifestyle did not last long though as when he turned six his parents had overdosed with him in the house. It took a total of two days for anybody to become aware of the situation and call the police as Dante had seen them passed out so often that he had simply assume that they were asleep.

His grandparents took a hold of his guardianship from then on, and to say that it had been a blessing in disguise was an understatement. Living with them had changed Dante's life so much that he was able to finally act like a child his age should. He was able to hang out with friends form school, and his other cousins whom his parents had never let him be around. Dante excelled at everything that he put his mind to through out his high school experience, ending up as the valedictorian for his graduation class.

By his high school graduation, Dante couple play six instruments and he practiced long and hard enough to have gotten a full scholarship to Berklee College of Music where he excelled and was offered multiple positions on different orchestras around the country. Although he began by playing the piano at professional theater performances, Dante would soon attend an open mic night out in LA where he performed one of his own songs on guitar and the audience loved him.

With this new found joy in his life, Dante took to performing at different functions and events gathering a good following of supporters who traveled with him from state to state. It wasn't until three years ago when his grandmother passed away that he decided to come back home so he could take care of his grandfather. For the past three years he has continued to perform at different local spots, but nothing as thrilling as his previous life. On the side he also writes music which he sells to record labels and uses that money to help evolve and renovate historical places throughout the town.

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Arabella Reyes - babymama (he don't know)

Grayson Kidd - cousins

CONNECTIONS WANTED

best friends

ex girlfriends

childhood friends

family friends

current lover (fwb)

#about #self

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etherealskeletons · 1 year

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i have no idea what my cousin sees in peter hes such a fucking asshole all the time theres not a single day that goes by where he istn a fucking dick. hes extremely terrible to my dad and he gets nasty and catty with me and my cousin is like “well idk whats wrong with him lol” and white knights him so HARD. shes always giving excuses and theyre so flimsy, its always “your dad reminds him of his oldest son, and peter gets cranky/stressed out when hes near his kids or ex wife, he has a lot of trauma yknow:((” like??? that doesnt make it okay to be super nasty to everyone else. im full of fucking trauma but im not putting everyone else down and being an energy vampire. i cant imagine being so fucking toxic to literally everyone around me bc i cant get over that my ex wife was abusive to me, i cant imagine essentially becoming my ex wife and terrorizing everyone else the same way i was. but this man does, he does it almost all the fucking time. hes even terrible to his CURRENT WIFE, MY COUSIN. like??? wha t the fuck do you see in himm???? girl im gonna throw you down the stairs i hate this!!!!! i hate how stupid youre getting i hate that you allow yourself to be treated like this what happenED!!!!!! i hate how he treats everyone and how she lets him get away with it, i hate living here its so tense all the fucking time hes always so angry and upset

i hate my uncle i had to go to the house today, hes finally losing my childhood home. hes getting kicked out and the house its going to be renovated for someone else. its hard bc on one hand im glad its gonna get a makeover and will be in better hands bc currently it looks like a crack house bc my uncle is a shitty person who hangs out with skeevy people. going there was so fucking hard it just looks like shit i hate it i hated going there i hated seeing the house get WORSE.. i thought about taking pictures of the place but whats the point i dont wanna remember the hosue looking like this i dont wanna remember it like this at all it looks so awful i jus stood there and i couldnt stop shaking it was so intense being there. we ended up leaving early bc it was too much for both me and my dad but peter had a huge fuckign meltdown over it and HE WASNT EVEN THERE?? he cussed him out over facebook and demanded we go back bc you cant abandon family even though my cousin literally didnt ASK US to help or anything and she felt the exact same way we did??? she aws gonna dip super early after getting some plates like we did he really made a big deal out of fucking nothing it was so stupid??? we ewnt back and i GUESS its good that we did and that she also stuck around bc there was a few good things that came out of it. i have some of my grandmothers jewelry that she never wore, her old kitchenaid, and i found my grandfathers wedding ring (finding that and his glasses made me cry ouffh) but go d i cant go back to that house i just cant its too fucking much its terrible i hate it i hate it i dont care if peter gets mad and tells me how terrible i am i just cant handle it

i hate that my uncle screws ebveryone over i hate hearing from one of the roommates that hes gonna be living in his car bc my uncle screwed him out of his money for his methhead on again off again girlfriend, i hate that my uncle always plays victim and shoves blame on everyone else and bleeds everything dry and ruins everything. he does this all the time i ahte it i hate him i hate that hes been doing this for my entire life, possibly longer, and always gets away with it. he l;ooks awful too i just know hes using i know it and i feel sorry for him but god he caused so much pain and upset in this family i cant help but feel so much anger. (but i tried being an ‘”adult’’” i was being civil and nice. being around peter made me realize i cant BE like that i cant hold grudges and lash out bc someone reminds me of my fucking mom or my ex girlfriend. NOT LIKE I EVER DID BUT LIKE.... just being around that made me realize i cant keep holding onto everything, i HAVE to move on and let go. its over its so fucking over dude you cant keep living likethat its so unhealthy and it literally makes everyone miserable)

but i still hate this fucking.. white trash ass red wing fucking family, i hate them i hate them i hate them i hate that i feel stuck i hate that i spend most of my days rotting and nights crying because everything is too overstimulating and too much

#diary

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findme-at1am · 1 year

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Hahhhahhah context firstttt- My grandparents died two years ago, my grandmother first then a year and a couple days to be exact my grandfather followed. He took care of her in his last days, screaming at her and honestly verbally abusing her. As a teen I told my mother I couldn't stand to see it so my mother didn't force me. My aunt knew and did nothing, had ALL of his money and we're thinking near a million... Not a single nurse or even recommending one to papaw to at least scare him into acting right. She said and did nothing and never brought it up again, whenever it was brought up she'd act like it was a pain or bother and still post on Facebook how she's "putting her life on hold for both her parents 🙏" . Which she always went online to pat herself on the back or only associate with my family when my mother's health went down hill, then she was oh so humble /s "Thanks so much for giving my sister a second life 😇." Cool thanks for guilt tripping my mother while she was juggling kids, her own health, and her mother's health when you decided to guilt trip her over not visiting when she's getting dialysis, surgery, and medicine changes back to back and driving all the way to Ohio to do so (an 8hr drive all together to there and back home.)

My blood aunt, their oldest daughter, put herself over his will with no thought of my mother over ANY decision regarding the funeral, (not casket nothing.) didn't get either a live in aid/nurse, worked as an EMT at a tunnel full time (so well off AND no time to keep watch on my gmother who had dementia and was attempting to sneak out and gfather who had fell prior) and had ALL and I mean half a million put back from papaw's shit and she used it "all for the funeral..." And his house has the most thinnest walls, no wall separating the bathroom AND KITCHEN (at the time he was alive) AND A HOLE IN THE BATHROOM FLOOR LETTING AIR IN.. MY OLD GRANDPA KEPT A WHOLE JUMPSUIT ON 24/7 AND THE HEAT UP IN THE 80'S bro we suffocated and would always bring it up when we visited (for his sake obv.) and they both suffered living their last years here... And she let them while holding the money and saying "what else could I do."

Doing what's right would be a great start.

Of course after the funeral was done her car was paid off, her house completely paid off, retired early, got a boat and is having renovations done to her house as we speak and she does parties on her boat with a preacher who's church she pays the electric bills for... So where'd you get all that money when you said you've been "struggling" and "living off your taxes"...?

So now she recently found out she has cancer and was loopy due to the tumors pressing against vital organs for a week~ around her brain and lungs yet she has enough energy to guilt trip my family when they visit (I personally haven't bothered, I wanted to for a day then got a reality check that her actions weren't my fault and despite my feelings she didn't and never wanted a true relationship with me so). And roll her eyes when they actually act civil and WANT to see her.. My aunt's daughter doesn't want to tell my mother (her own sister..) anything regarding her health. Which is fine, but don't act like it's cause of my mother tho yours is just pure shit n rocks in a bag.

I'm tempted to post everything on Facebook and let her have it out in the open since she likes showing how good of a person she is and posting plates of food she brought papaw, right? 😊 You don't get a Cancer Get Out of Jail Free Card when you're being a cunt and every day I'm tempted closer and closer to making that side of the family mad and just making a PSA lmao 😊

#my familys gold diggers or money hungry and its so isolating cause honestly theyre not family #I have no close living relatives who dont act like that #its sad Ive never felt like I had an aunt except my great aunt #qvents #and its usually the 'christians' whos sits in church and doesnt hear a damn thing

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kickmag · 1 year

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Pierre's Comedy Special HALF/TRUTHS Streaming On HypePlusTV.com

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LOS ANGELES/ATLANTA - Tired of being misjudged and constantly proving himself in the Black community, biracial comedian and actor, Pierre Edwards (Pierre), speaks his truth in a witty stand-up micro-special on race titled “HALF/TRUTHS.” The thought-provoking film was released last week with the soft launch of Comedy Hype’s new streaming platform, HypePlusTV.com.

“HALF/TRUTHS” provides the audience with a glimpse of a very real and raw Pierre as he jokes about challenges he experienced when, at 11 years old, his German mother and African American father shipped him away from the comforts of his nonracial life in Germany, to live with his Black family in race-obsessed Washington, DC.

“I came from Germany. I had long flowing hair. I looked like Prince on his first album—wasn’t a good look in the hood,” Pierre tells the audience. “My cousin would get his hair cut, I went to get mine “did”. It was a difference. I couldn’t go to a barbershop, none of my pictures was on the wall. I had to bring in a Right On Magazine with Janet Jackson from Different Strokes, I want this look.”

Jon Aba, CEO of Comedy Hype, notes, “The mission of our company since day one has been about empowering ourselves and those around us. We’ve been fortunate to turn our partnership with Pierre into one that continues to grow.”

Pierre’s comedic credentials go back to appearing on the first year of HBO's Def Comedy Jam, BET’s Comic View, Showtime at the Apollo, and Martin Lawrence Presents 1st Amendment Stand-Up. He has headlined at premiere comedy clubs including Carolines on Broadway in New York City, Uptown Comedy Corner in Atlanta, and at international venues in Japan, South Africa, and throughout Europe. On the acting front, the man that renovates homes as a hobby, played the boyfriend of Academy Award-winning actress, Halle Berry, in “B. A. P.s,” alongside Bill Bellamy in “How to be a Player,” and he wrote, directed and starred in the urban classic, “For Da Love of Money.”

“HALF/TRUTHS” was produced by Comedy Hype’s production arm Hype+ in association with Urban Genius Productions and Lott Lizard Productions, directed by Jaron Marquis, and written by Pierre. Upcoming Hype+ projects include films featuring comedians Doug Williams and Tyler Craig, and a television show.

With studios in Atlanta and Los Angeles, Comedy Hype came from humble beginnings and is rooted in tenacity and hustle. It was founded as an urban news blog in 2009 by Aba while living at his grandmother’s house and has evolved into the popular Comedy Hype YouTube Channel with nearly a million loyal subscribers and a daily news show averaging over 100 thousand views per show. Their new streaming platform, hypeplustv.com, will expand beyond comedy. In addition to interviews with popular comedians like Amanda Seales, Affion Crocket, and Don DC Curry, the site will feature a broad range of film projects and conversations with musicians, actors and other celebrity influencers.

Watch “HALF/TRUTHS” at www.hypeplustv.com, To keep up with Pierre you can check him out on his Youtube podcast, “Pierre’s Panic Room” and @ComicPierre on social media. For more information about Comedy Hype and Hype+ check @ComedyHype on all social media.

#pierre #hypeplustv.com #Youtube

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warningsignsrp · 2 years

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THE DISCOVERY OF THE ISLAND

Let us tell you the story of how Lug’s Crown came to be discovered.

In 1690 the Orkney and Shetland Islands were sold to Earl Lawrence Byron by the Crown. In 1698 the new owner wanted to build a new estate on Stronsay Island in Orkney, as a dowry for his daughter. The area he wanted to use for the construction was already inhabited by several poor fishing families. The Earl paid them a small, symbolic sum of money for the land and cast them on their way. Even though the families didn’t really want to leave, they wouldn’t have had a choice anyway and this way they at least had some funds to rebuild.

The families set off in search for a new spot to settle in. Caught in a storm, they were unsure of whether they would survive the turbulent boat ride. Come morning they spotted the island in the distance: the rocky terrain is said to have glowed gold in the morning light, making it look like a crown rising out of the ocean. They named it Lug's Crown for the celtic deity of the sun.

When they explored the island, they discovered that while it had some infrastructure, like the massive stone walls, church and housing in the center of the island, there were no inhabitants there. There were no signs of life. As if the buildings just came out of nowhere – or as if the island had been abandoned several decades ago.

The island had not been marked on any maps the families possessed and wondered why they had never heard of it in their lives. It was as if the island just came out of nowhere. The families decided that this would be a good place to settle in. Away from the Crown and those who controlled them, they would make this island their own sovereign place. If the Crown had no idea of its existence after all, they would be free.

At first everything was normal. The families built their fishing village, bridges and platforms down by the water; prepared farm lands on the smaller neighboring islands in order to be as self-sufficient as possible. Other families focused on building a distillery as well as a water storage system. Some began to travel between Lug’s Crown and the other Orkney Islands for trading purposes. It was odd. While the settling families had no trouble leaving Lug’s Crown and finding it again, other sailors interested in trading could somehow never find the island.

Apart from the mystery of how the other buildings came to be, where the previous inhabitants went, and why no one else could find the island, life on Lug’s Crown was nothing special. The families were happy, began to grow. Some left Lug’s Crown while other people were brought in by the trading families - those who also wanted to escape life under the Crown or for other reasons. Some moved from the fishing village to the abandoned buildings and houses further up the island; they made renovations. Shops began to open up; Lug’s Crown developed its own currency: Grians (from GRIAN (fem.) Scottish Gaelic for “Sun") . When trading with the other Orkney Islands or the Mainland, they used the pound Scots and later pound Sterling.

Soon enough the small fishing village turned into a proper town. In 1748, 50 years after the first families inhabited the island something strange started to happen. A baby was discovered making flowers bloom, close-up, and bloom again while chuckling in glee. A toddler was found talking to a puffin that was not at all frightened and seemed to listen to the child. An adult set fire on a camping ground with just his mind after fighting with the matchsticks for half an hour. A grandmother, who the day before needed help getting out of her seat, could suddenly move a barrel of whisky with ease. A grandfather was having the time of his life jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

Not everyone developed abilities on the island, but even those that didn’t got benefits from living on the island. Life became more interesting for one and people were willing to help each other out. Money no longer became a needed currency for everything. Life was good. But they also knew that now more than ever the island needed to be kept a secret. If the Crown or any outsiders found out about the island or its inhabitants with special abilities; it would be the end of their peaceful lifestyle and they would most likely end up locked up and examined.

More people decided to leave the island over decades and centuries though. Even with having abilities or the prospect of developing them. They got bored of the small-island recluse life. They left for larger islands, bigger cities in Scotland, England, even to other parts of the globe. And then – it had been so long since the ancestors left the small island that their current descendants have never even heard of the name “Lug’s Crown".

In the late 1900s the island ran into financial and architectural difficulties. The old buildings began to slowly fall apart and not everyone could afford renovations – while they could trade on the island amongst themselves without the need for money necessarily; for certain things they required workers from the Mainland. And they required real payment. Over time, the paradise ran into problems that the inhabitants couldn’t solve by themselves.

So when a big investor came in with a plan to save the island financially and architecturally, the people were conflicted. One one hand, this was their island and secret. But then on the other hand, he could pay for fixing up the houses, streets, make structures safe again, whatever. But he wanted the church on top of the hill as well as some of the empty buildings and spaces for his own infrastructure and ideas – how could they say no? So what if the island became the property of one person? It would just be on paper, right? And he would help with renovations and perhaps even bring back some life to the island.

And so Lug’s Crown survived. It was rebuilt; renovated. It did eventually even open up to more trading, as well as allow some national businesses to open branches on their island – such as a Wetherspoons pub, Tesco or Primark, however those were always managed by locals. It’s not like the big bosses would be interested in relocating to a tiny island in the Orkneys anyway.

But then the Church of the Sun came. So was it all a mistake? Should they have just said "no" to Theodore Lovemore and let the island fall into crumbles after centuries? Perhaps. Only time will tell. But they couldn’t just say no.

#previews #warningsignsrp #plot

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momolady · 3 years

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Kelpie Boyfriend: Ciaran

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

Your grandfather was a secretive man. He often vanished for days at a time, sometimes months, only to return with a fortune in his pocket. He used to tell all sorts of stories about how he came up with the money, but no one ever believed him. His family regarded him as a gambler who wouldn’t come home without the jackpot.

When he died, it was something of a shock. Everyone had figured he would die during one of his trips and never come home, but he died in his bed. Lots of relatives who had written him off came out of the woodwork, hoping for a piece of his jackpot. You and your brother were worried, but you knew the will was ironclad. Your grandfather had made sure of that after your grandmother died. To your surprise, your grandfather left everything to you and your brother - each one of his properties, which you had no idea about, and his financial holdings, split right down the middle.

In the tumult following the bequeathal, you and your brother slip out one night, heading for the property your grandfather called the Loch House. You have to drive down an overgrown road to get to it, which goes from concrete to rough earth. The Loch House is built on stilts near the water’s edge, and there’s a marker for parking the car so the water from the lake can’t reach it. The Loch House looks nice, but it’s evident the place needs repairs and remodeling. It looks like your grandfather only ever used the place to fish from the porch.

Your brother decides he should go see his property, just in case. If it needs work, he wants to get started on it now. He helps you get started on renovations, and a few days after meeting with the crew, he leaves for his own place. You’ve not lived alone since you and your brother moved in to help take care of your grandfather, so it’s a bit strange being on your own.

You start cleaning and going through the house. Everything is so out of date, and you’ve brought only the bare necessities with you. Luckily, with the money your grandfather left you, you’ve made a giant online order for new amenities. You pack up things into boxes and begin taking them down to your car. The constant effort of going up and down the stairs is exhausting, and at last you sit on the bottom stair to take a breather before you have to go up again. You sigh heavily, looking out over the lake that stretches before your house.

That’s when you see him outside - a tall, gangly man, slightly slouched, with long dark hair, looking up at the house while standing nearly hidden by one of the beams. Jumping up in alarm, you prepare to run upstairs. “Hello?” you squeak.

The man turns, and his face looks very exhausted. He tilts his head to the side. “Hello?”

You swallow and take a step back. “Are you one of the contractors?”

The man looks around, blinking slowly. His hair is very curly and voluminous, falling off his shoulder in clumps of curls. “Nah, I live nearby.”

You take another step up the stairs. “I wasn’t aware there were neighbors nearby.”

He yawns, covering his mouth with a long-fingered hand. “Close enough. It’s been a while since someone was here.” He scratches at his cheek. “I got curious, that’s all.”

You still feel nervous about this stranger on your property. “Well, I’m kind of busy. Maybe we can talk more another time.”

He looks up at you and the sun catches his eyes, making them sparkle bright green. “Do you know Stanley?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say in surprise. “He was my grandfather. How did you know him?”

“Was?” He turns to face you fully. “That’s not good. What happened?”

“He passed away,” you say simply. “How did you know him?”

The gangly man sighs and puts his hands into his pockets. He has poor posture, slouching as if he’s too tall for the world. “I knew him when I was young. Sometimes he let me spend my summers here when my family was...” He drifts off, looking out towards the water. “Well, I kept the place safe for him while he was away. It’s been a while since I last heard from him.”

“Oh.” You take a tentative step back down the stairs. “Is there anything in the house that’s yours, then? I’m cleaning up and getting rid of things.”

“Nothing, really. Most of that stuff was there when he won the place.” He blinks slowly, heavily. “I’m Ciaran, by the way.”

You introduce yourself and smile shyly. “Nice to meet you. What do you mean, he won this place?”

“He won a fight. Wrestled someone and beat them.” Ciaran shrugs. “Pretty normal.”

“That’s not normal,” you scoff.

Ciaran smiles. “For your grandfather, it was. Well, have fun making your castle a home.” He taps his ear. “I have pretty good hearing, so if you ever need anything, just whistle.”

This guy’s kind of cute, in a Tim Burton sort of way. “Sure.”

He waves his long fingers, then turns and walks along the shore. You go back inside, locking the door behind you just in case, and continue clearing out the house, finding things shoved into closets and corners. You start to move the mattress in the master bedroom, and when you take it off the frame, you find cash shoved under it. “Jeeper creepers, Gramps,” you huff. “Winning houses in fights, money under the mattresses. What sort of shit were you doing?”

You gather up the money, shoving it into a plastic bag. Then you move the box spring, and find metal boxes lined up beneath that, as well. You scowl as you look at them, counting at least ten. “I swear to god, is this all gold?” You pick up a box, finding it heavy, but not heavy enough to contain gold.

When you open it, you find rolls of film. It’s been years since you’ve seen those little canisters and weed hasn’t been inside them. “Please don’t let there be nudes on these,” you grumble. You look up a place to send the film to have it processed, and find that a nearby pharmacy can send the rolls off and have the film back within a week. You send in the first box full of film, paying with the mattress money.

Once work begins on the place, you spend some time outside picking out a spot for a garden. There’s a patch near the parking area where you figure the rising water won’t be too awful for plants. You find some gardening tools in the house, so you figure now is as good a time as any to start a new garden.

“I just saw a fucking horse in the lake!” you hear one of the construction crew blurt from a window.

“What?” one of the others shouts. You see one of the younger crew members hanging out of a gutted window.

“A horse! In the lake!” The first worker swings his arm towards the water. “Big black horse, swimming around and shit.”

“How fucking high are you?”

“Not much. That's what’s freaking me out.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up. The client is right over there. In fact, go home. I don’t want you screaming every five minutes about the Easter bunny.”

You look back out to the lake, and see ripples in the water, but nothing to suggest a horse could have been out there.

The next day, as you’re getting up to have coffee, the sheets of plastic on the windows are flapping from the breeze. You go outside onto the porch, happy to see the repairs made to it, and as you’re pulling out a chair to sit, you hear splashing. Looking over the railing, you see signs of something dipping under the water. The surface is choppy, and there are bubbles rising from below. You hold your coffee in both hands and look around, trying to justify the disturbance as a catfish, or waterfowl. Then you go back inside.

A little later you drive out to pick up the developed film, and are so excited to see the pictures that you start going through a packet in the car. The first images look blank, completely black with maybe a red streak in the background. But the more you go through them, the more an image resolves in the successive photos. You see the sun rising in the background, and a silhouette rising from the black. It looks strange and thin, with long stringy hairs hanging from what must be its head. In the final photo, you see a flash of white teeth as the thing lunges for the camera.

“Motherfucker, Gramps,” you whisper.

You return to the house to find that the crew has started installing the new windows, and go around to the deserted back porch to look through the rest of the developed film. The next pack of photos consists of images of your grandfather standing beside something big and hairy, then holding up what looks like a baby sea monster.

“Hello, up there!”

You nearly spill the photos and jump up. Looking over the edge of the porch, you see Ciaran below. “Oh, hi again,” you wave to him.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he chuckles. “I mean...” He looks at his bare arm. “I’m not far off, so I apologize if I spooked you.”

You stuff the photos back into the bag. “No, it’s okay.”

“I was just wandering around and heard all the commotion.” He looks off at the workers hauling off the old windows.

You remember that Ciaran said he knew your grandfather, so maybe he knows something about these pictures. “Can you come up?” you ask him.

“I don’t know, can I?” He laughs lamely at his own joke. “Never mind. Yeah.”

You stand in a place where the construction crew can see you, but can’t hear your conversation. Standing next to Ciaran for the first time, you finally get the measure of how tall he really is. “I found some film under my grandfather’s bed...” you begin.

“No nudes, I hope.”

You smile. “That’s what I said! But… no, no nudes.” You show him the picture of your grandfather holding the baby sea monster. “There are tons of photos with my grandfather near things that look like monsters.”

Ciaran looks over the picture and scratches his chin. “He was always doing weird things like this.”

You frown up at him. “Like what?”

Ciaran looks at the crew. “Can I talk to you later? Being around people makes me nervous.” He hands you the picture. “I’ll come by when it’s quieter.”

You place the photo back into the packet. “The tide will be in then.”

“That’s fine. I prefer the water.” He heads to the steps before turning back and looking at you. “It’s nothing bad, by the way.”

Once it starts to get dark out, the construction crew packs up and leaves for the day. You sit out on the porch, still going through photographs. You hear splashing again, and you look over the railing to see something coming up from the water. Long black hair floats to the surface. Then you see ears, and then a horse rises from the depths.

You gasp, and the horse looks up. “Hello there.”

You just stand there, jaw slack and eyes wide.

The horse steps from the water, thin and gangly. Its rib cage is showing, and its legs look skeletal. It shakes off, and its long black mane and tail drape like veils. It vanishes under the porch, and you race to the other side, but when you get to the stairs you see Ciaran making his way up.

He pushes his wet hair out of his face and smiles. “I feel like I keep scaring you.”

You just stare at him. “The horse...” you whisper.

“See, that’s part of what I need to explain.” He stands at the foot of the stairs and smiles shyly. “I’m a kelpie.”

You furrow your brow. “A kelpie?”

Ciaran nods. “Your grandfather saved my mom, you see. He helped her give birth to me.” He rubs the back of his head. “He did that for lots of us.”

“Who is ‘us’?”

“Monsters. Your grandfather was a cryptozoologist.” He smiles shyly at you. “Mind if I come up?”

You let him up, and he tells you the full story. Your grandfather had been all over the world hunting monsters, and then his interest turned to protecting them. Your grandfather had to keep it secret, or it could have wound up hurting his family, but Ciaran knows all about your grandfather’s exploits. “He kept all those photographs as proof.” He takes out the picture of the black silhouette with teeth. “Wow. Guess there was a picture of my dad.”

You look at Ciaran in confusion, still letting everything sink in. “Your dad?”

“The asshole, as my mother called him,” he sighs. “My mom is human, but my dad...” He frowns at the picture. “My mom told me she had loved him, but he got scary and possessive, so she had to run.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ciaran chuckles. “I never met the bastard. Thanks to your grandfather, we were able to stay safe.” He looks out over the lake. “He let me stay in the lake, and he helped my mom build a new life here. She married my stepmom when I was young, so I always had a pretty good family.” He shuffles through the pictures again and shows you one of a strange serpent-like creature hanging from the trees. “That’s my stepmom. She’s really nice. Makes good bread.”

“Ah.” You lean back and hold your head in your hands.

“I know it must be a lot,” Ciaran sighs. “He really never said anything?”

“Our family just assumed he was a gambler,” you grumble. “Not… Indiana Jones with monsters!” You sit up and look him dead in the eye. “My brother has a place that’s a few towns over. Do you know Hearthway Hollow?”

“Sure. I know he had a hunting cabin down that way.” Ciaran glances up into the night sky. “It’s getting late.”

“I can’t sleep.” You stand up from your seat. “I’m going to make coffee. Want any?”

“Sure, sounds nice.” Ciaran stands and follows you into the kitchen. He looks around at the remodeling you’re having done while you set up the coffee pot.

“You don’t have to stay. You look tired,” you sigh.

“Oh, that’s just my face.” He picks up a framed photo of you, your brother, and your grandfather on a roller coaster, taken during the summer he surprised you both with a vacation. “It’s funny, I never even knew he had grandkids. I just knew he had family somewhere.”

You scoop ground coffee into the filter. “What was he like around you?”

“Funny,” Ciaran says. “Goofy. He was never too serious except when he had to be.”

You sigh with relief. “Good!”

He looks up, setting the picture down on the table. “Good?”

“I was worried for a second,” you sniffle. “That he was faking things around us.”

Ciaran comes up to the counter and leans over it to smile at you. “He used to tell me jokes, and helped me learn to like the other side of myself.”

“He used to watch cheesy chick flicks with me, because no one else would. I grew up in a house with only guys - him, my dad, my brother. So he took the time to make sure I didn’t feel left out.” You wipe your eyes and smile. “I miss that.”

“I like chick flicks,” Ciaran says.

Days go by, and the house is remodeled. Ciaran becomes a constant fixture, coming often to share stories about your grandfather, and listening to your stories as well. You’ve begun to really like him, and your time with him is satisfying. Gradually, the remodeling project comes to its resolution.

One afternoon, as you’re coming home with more packets of developed photos, you see Ciaran in his kelpie form, standing on the shore. You set the bag of film on the stairs, then walk up to him. “What’s this?” you ask with a smile.

“Let me take you out into the lake,” Ciaran says.

You shake your head. “Oh, I see!”

His ears stand on end. “See what?”

You wag your finger. “I read up on what kelpies do. You’re gonna drag me to my death as soon as I get on your back.”

Ciaran whinnies. “No! I would never! I’m half kelpie, remember? Only half!”

You giggle and grin. “You had to realize I’d have to look up kelpies.”

“But I’m really not going to...” He whickers and trots up to you. “This was supposed to be romantic, not murderous.”

You stop laughing. “Romantic?”

Ciaran’s ears twitch. “Yeah. Like a date.”

“I was only teasing. I never would have thought you would...” You swallow the lump in your throat. “Really? A date?”

Ciaran tilts his head to the side and flicks his long tail. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah of course,” you say hesitantly. “But...” You purse your lips as you try to word what you want to say.

“What’s the matter?” Ciaran dips his head, his long mane falling down in his face.

You reach up, brushing his hair aside. “The idea of going into the water like that makes me a little...” You look down as you pull your hand back.

A pair of hands take hold of yours and Ciaran’s human form smiles warmly at you when you look up. “We don’t have to go into the water. I guess after reading up on kelpies, it would make you a bit nervous.”

“It’s not that exactly,” you say with a soft smile. “But thank you. I can make us something for dinner, though.”

Ciaran’s smile brightens. “That sounds good, too!”

You invite him up, and he sits at the counter while you cook. He looks sleepy, but he keeps his focus on you, watching you work and telling you bad jokes. You feel bad for not going along with his date idea, but right now, while the relationship is fresh, you want to stick to things you know before you dive in further with Ciaran.

“All ready!” you announce when you finish plating the meal. “Nothing special, I’m not a fancy cook or anything.”

“Looks good to me.” Ciaran smiles at you. “Thanks for the treat.”

You sit beside him at the counter. “If you want to call pasta a treat.”

He dips down, kissing your temple. “For me it is.”

Your cheeks grow red, and you smile goofily down at your plate. After dinner, you watch movies together. You start out on opposite ends of the sofa, but move closer and closer until you’re curled up against Ciaran with your legs in his lap. Midway through the movie, Ciaran falls asleep, resting his cheek on your head. You leave him there, tucking him in with a cozy blanket before you go to bed.

In the morning, you wake up to find Ciaran still asleep on the sofa, his gangly legs draped over the side. His arms are skimbo with one hanging above his head. He sleeps peacefully though, with his long hair splayed out all over the pillow. You walk over to him, taking in how pretty he is. He may be as long and spindly as Ichabod Crane, but there’s something charming in that. His lashes flutter, and he sighs, rubs his eyes and looks up at you. “Where am I?”

“You fell asleep last night, so I just let you be. Coffee?”

Ciaran stretches and yawns, joints popping all over. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I was having a good time.” He rubs his eyes again as he sits up.

You smile shyly. “It’s okay, really.”

Ciaran pouts. “I had plans, though. I wanted to kiss you goodnight and stuff.” He rubs the back of his head, smoothing out his hair.

Your cheeks grow warm. “You could kiss me good morning.”

Ciaran’s pale cheeks redden “What about morning breath?”

“It’s up to you,” you chuckle.

Ciaran laughs in reply and holds his hand out to you. “May I?”

You dip down, closing your eyes. Ciaran’s fingers brush along your jaw as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. It’s almost too brief, but he comes back, more eager. He sighs dreamily, pulling away as you open your eyes. “I must still be dreaming,” he whispers.

“I’ll go make coffee,” you giggle.

You have a few more dates with Ciaran, taking things easy. You enjoy staying in, so you’re often at your place, watching movies and hanging out. Bit by bit, you open up more. Ciaran enjoys being near you, he loves being touched and hugged. One night, you never even watch the movie, you just make out until the film ends.

“I should go,” Ciaran pants, pushing his hair back.

You’re pinned under his body, locking him in your arms. “If you have to.”

“I don’t have to, I just…” He kisses you again. “I don’t want to fall asleep on you again, or stay awake all night.”

Your face burns at the insinuation. “You can stay the night. Have a sleepover.”

He smiles. “I want to, believe me. But I know you want to take things slow, and I want to behave like a good boy.”

You giggle. “We can just sleep. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.”

Ciaran kisses you again. “You’re very right. It would be nice to wake up and cuddle in the morning.”

You chase after his kiss, but he gives you a small peck. Then he rises, helping you up. “I’ll get a shower,” you tell him. “You can go ahead and tuck in for the night.”

“Sounds good. Do you have a hair tie I could borrow for my hair? It’s easier to sleep in a braid than wake up and deal with a bird’s nest on my head.”

Ciaran follows you to the bedroom, where you point to a pile of hair ties on your dresser. You gather your pajamas and take your shower, and when you come back, Ciaran is lying in bed on his back, eyes closed. You admire him as you crawl into bed and lie down, turning so you can see him. You smile as you close your eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Ciaran says sleepily.

In the morning, you’re pressed against Ciaran’s chest with your feet tucked between his thighs for warmth. He’s holding your hands to his chest while he dozes, and you smile, enjoying being the big spoon. You sniff his hair and kiss the back of his neck softly.

“Careful,” he whispers.

“Does it tickle?”

Ciaran turns his head to look at you. “In too good a way. Did you sleep well?”

You nod and snuggle against him. “Did you?”

“Too well.”

You kiss his neck again, and when he moans you feel emboldened. You kiss him harder, opening your lips and dragging them along his skin. Ciaran sighs, clutching your hand tighter. “Careful,” he whispers again.

“Ciaran,” you breathe into his ear.

He turns and looks back at you seriously. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “Only if you are too.”

Ciaran sits up, moving on top of you and running his eyes over your face and down your body. “If we do this,” he breathes, “will you go swimming with me afterwards?”

You stroke your hands up his bare chest. “Of course.”

He takes a deep breath and smiles. Then he dips down, kissing you softly, moving his lips along your jaw. He runs his hands under your shirt, pushing it up until your breasts spill out for him. He stares at you, eyes becoming lidded as his breath shudders. You bite your lip and shrug up your shoulders. “They’re a bit saggy.”

Ciaran cups a breast, pushing it up and squeezing it. “Not when I hold them.” He cups the other in his hands. He kisses between them, moaning against your skin.

You whimper softly, pulse picking up as his hands make you tingle.

“Mine aren’t big at all,” Ciaran teases. “I know I’m all bone.”

You open your eyes and sit up, pressing kisses to his chest, his pronounced ribs. “You’re still very pretty,” you murmur. “Your skin is very soft.”

You kiss down his concave stomach, and his hand slips under your chin. “I should warn you about something before we go further. I want to, and I think you want to as well, but my anatomy below the belt...”

“What’s the matter?”

Ciaran frowns and looks away. “It’s just that I… Being part kelpie… This is so mortifying to say out loud.”

You look down at his lap, then back up at his face. “Is it shaped differently?”

“You could say that,” he clears his throat. “I just don’t want to scare you with it. It’s not something I want to come across as bragging, but it’s kind of… big.”

“Oh, a horse cock?”

Ciaran’s face burns, and he covers it with his hands. “Don’t say it like that!”

“I’m sorry! Um…” You think for a moment. “Can I see it, then? If it’s too much, there’s still lots we can do together.”

Ciaran exhales slowly. “Are you sure?”

“Lie down,” you say lovingly.

Ciaran lies on his back, wiggling out of his pants and underwear, and looks away shyly as you kneel beside him. His cock rests against his thigh, quite large but still soft. It’s mottled black and pink, and the head is flattened and tilted. There are ridges along the bottom and a flared circle near the base. It’s certainly big even in its flaccid state You kiss his hip, moving so you straddle his thigh. Then you slowly rub your palm along his shaft, and Ciaran whimpers softly.

“It’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of.” You can feel him getting harder as you stroke. “It’s actually kind of pretty.”

Ciaran chuckles nervously. “You think?” He looks up at you.

“I do.” You take him in both hands as he begins to rise. “You’re getting really warm. Does that feel good?”

“It’s...” He moans. “I like you touching me.”

You dip down, licking his shaft gently. He moans louder, jaw hanging open. He certainly is getting longer, but his thickness doesn’t change. You kiss his glans, licking around the flat head.

“Come here,” Ciaran pants and waves his hand to you. “Sit on me.”

“What?” you sputter.

“It’s only fair,” he says with a soft smile. “Put your legs above my head.”

You feel burning hot all over. “I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“I can breathe underwater, so it doesn’t bother me.” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about me. Come on. It’s only fair.”

Slowly you place yourself over him, and he rubs his hands up your legs, easing you down onto his face. He kisses your thighs, and then your vulva. You breathe shakily and dip down, kissing his cock. You lick along his shaft as his tongue pushes between your labia. You gasp, and he moans. You drag your lips down the side of his shaft, and he uses his fingers to pry you open. You’re growing delirious with each touch, and you try to keep up with him. You take his glans into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as he eases his fingers inside you. You feel his thighs begin to tremble. You stroke him faster, feeling his pulse race through the shaft. His kisses and touches became more intense, and you feel his moans, his ragged breathing. His fingers squeeze tightly around your thighs, and you buck your hips, rubbing against his face. He moans more deeply, and then both of you erupt.

Your eyes are blurry as you lick his semen from your cheeks, swallowing it. You move slow, falling off him and lying at his side, your cheek against his thigh. Ciaran chuckles giddily and helps you to sit up. He kisses you, laying you back down on the bed and nuzzling between your breasts. “That was...” you whisper. “Oh, wow.”

“Thank you.” Ciaran kisses your cheek. “I was worried, but you made me feel so safe.”

“You have nothing to be worried about. I was happy to...” You giggle again. “It was fun. Thank you.”

“After breakfast, I can’t wait to take you swimming,” he breathes. “I can’t wait to show you my world.”

#monsterxhuman #monster boyfriend #kelpie #kelpie boyfriend #monster romance #my writing #momolady monsters #monster fudger

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Golden Era- Jimena Gallardo

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩."

Name: Jimena Rosalía Gallardo López del Carmen

Nicknames: Mena, Rosa

Birthdate: 20th of March, 1981

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: Chilean, Guatemalan, British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Height: 1.55m

Weight: 58kg

Body Type: Lithe

Skin Tone: Bronze

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): a birthmark on her hipbone

Background

Jimena Rosalía Gallardo López del Carmen was born on the 20th of March, 1981 at St. Mungo’s hospital by Guillermo Gallardo Cuarón and Amalia López Santiago del Carmen. She had a happy childhood, for neither of her parents were Death Eaters and both of them were loving, nurturing and amazing parents to her and her younger sisters, Rocío and Almudena. She was homeschooled, taught all kinds of things, both muggle and magical until her Hogwarts letter came.

Hometown

The Finca Gallardo is a house that was once a mighty estate that fell upon the fall of ancient aristocracy. Her great-grandfather, Aurelio Gallardo, bought it to the government for 300.000 pounds and renovated it to the Chilean style of the time, though her grandfather and father had made some upgrades. The mansion is located in Gloucestershire, England, though she travelled often to Chile.

Family

Mother: Amalia López Santiago del Carmen

Half-English, half-Guatemalan, she was from a prominent family in Guatemala that fled the conflicts in Latin America during the wave of communism and the intervention ahem unneccesary meddling of the USA, her family came to England for better chances, for she had always dreamed of coming to London and make her dreams come true. She was sorted into Slytherin and in her fifth year she started dating Guillermo Gallardo, fellow latino, and the two fell head over the heels, which led to them becoming parents at only 19. She was happy nevertheless and raised her daughters with love and kindness.

Father: Guillermo Gallardo Cuarón

Chilean who fled the Militar Regime in 1973 to England for better chances, he came late into Hogwarts, when he was only 14, in his fourth year, being sorted into Gryffindor. He struggled quite a bit with the British accents, for he was used to the American, but could understand it thanks to his father, who had lived several years; he was living with his grandmother because his mother was sick with breast cancer at the time and the father needed to provide money all the way from England. The moment he met fellow latina Amalia, he was whipped: she was smart, incredibly gorgeous, resourceful and witty. The two of them dated the year later and their love for one another was such that at 19, he was already a father, but he was overjoyed nevertheless. Though his parents chided him for not having a son, he loved his little princesses more than anybody, and tried his best to be supportive in this far more liberal, easy-changed world.

Sister: Rocío Gallardo

Jimena’s older sister, she looks up to her. She’s incredibly beautiful, confident, badass, takes great care of herself and has half of England behind her. She loves her dearly and she’s Jimena’s personal hero.

Sister: Almudena Gallardo

Her older sister, she loves her, but she’s overbearing, always the second mom of the family when mom’s not here. Though she always vents to her and asks for advice and help with homework, on Hogwarts halls she avoids her because she knows she’ll interrogate her. She’s protective of her though and has punched some bitches on her defence.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Class: DADA

Worst Class: History of Magic and Potions

Boggart: Losing her freedom

Riddikulus: She becomes a cowgirl

Patronus: Tiger

Patronus Memory: Dancing with her sisters and mother at a distant cousin’s wedding

Mirror of Erised: Herself being free and with her sisters beside her

Amortentia (what she smells like): Yves Saint Laurent perfume, white wine, vanilla gel, perfumed lipstick and Monster

Amortentia (what she smells): tbd

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

19-25: Hit Witch apprentice

25-55: Hit witch

55-65: Desk job at Wizengamot

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, herself, her future and the safety of her loved ones

Strengths: Brave, strong, cunning, highly ambitious and cunning

Weaknesses: Stubborn, proud and reserved

Stressed: Around idiots same when her loved ones are in danger and OWLs and NEWTs season

Calm/Comforted: With her family and girls, eating mac n cheese and drinking white wine

Favorites

Colors: green, blue, white, grey and pruple

Weather: drizzle with a small sun

Hobbies: Fashion, makeup, parties and music

Fashion: She very versatile. She dresses similarly like either Rocío or Almudena, though she herself has had some very scandalous clothes and far more creative makeup than her sisters.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Jebron Perphyra @nicos-oc-hell

Jebron and Jimena weren’t from the same year, but Jebron had heard of Jimena and her sisters and the trouble they usually brought, and Jimena had heard of him and his twin brother Sinncere. In fact, Jimena first met Sinncere, for both of them were rebels and troublemakers, giving the headmaster a headache, especially during 1997 & 1998, when Umbridge, Snape and her goons all invaded Hogwarts.

With his help, she formed a secret resistance in Potter’s absence and always brought trouble to the new biased staff, and with the secret approval of McGonagall, who gave them tips and trained them alongside Flitwick. During that time, Jebron and Jimena saw each other more often and eventually fell in love, and even fought together in the Battle of Hogwarts. After that, their relationship was cemented and Jebron became another member of the family, jokingly called ‘the token male’.

[More TBA]

Friends: tbd

Rivals: Death Eaters, blood supremacists

Trivia

She loves makeup and has eight different eyeliners

Her makeup style is very different from her sisters: while Rocío has a more discreet one and Almudena has a simple one of black eyeliner, big eyelashes and red lipstick, Jimena has a creative makeup, focused on her eyes, putting on glitter, stones, drawings, etc. Her mother says she paints her own paintings on her face, and she likes to go according to the dress code

Her routine is not as exhaustive or laid-back as her sisters, but she likes to look neat, so she uses five hair products, two types of cream alonsgide deodorant, solar cream, special oil and facemasks. She always has a hairdo ready for the day.

She’s an incredible gymnastic and she’s very elastic, which helped her many times.

She also knows Jiu-Jitsu and has only used it when really necessary

She also practises yoga with her mother and meditates twice a day... or else she’ll smack somebody

#golden era #golden era oc #harry potter oc #oc: jimena gallardo #oc: rocío gallardo #oc: almudena gallardo #gallardo sisters #character sheet #oc sheet #character profile

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting stuck places and having to ask you for help

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna

**Today has been pretty bad, but my sister, @foodacoochie gave me this idea and it made me giggle and inspired🥺🥺 thanks dude💙**

Warnings: Drugs in Washio’s but they’re for a surgery and being used responsibly and for pain, just the boys getting stuck and not being able to get out of places/things lol

Akaashi Keiji:

Akaashi had been over at your house, you guys were ‘chilling’ and what not, just wasting the Saturday away.

Your family had recently done some renovations on your house, and one of those renovations was changing all of the door nobs.

Your mom had called you downstairs to come talk to your grandmother on the phone.

You knew that you’d be on the phone for a while, so you told Akaashi to do whatever until you got back. You had been gone for 5 minutes when Akaashi needed to use the bathroom.

Luckily, you had one connected to your room!

He walked in the door, shutting it behind him before he froze at the small ‘click’ he heard.

Whipping around he immediately tried the door nob, only to groan when he realized it was locked.

From the outside.

You see, you had insisted on putting the door nob on yourself, but when you did so, you had managed to put the lock on the wrong side of the door.

And when you showed him what you did, he could distinctly remember you locking the *then open* door.

So as soon as he shut it, it locked.

He sighed as he shook his head. He had also distinctly remembered you telling him it would be at the very least 30 minutes before your grandmother would let you go, so he was going to be here awhile.

He did his business then sat on the edge of the bathtub, sitting and waiting until you came back upstairs.

When you came back up to your bedroom, you were surprised to not see Akaashi sitting on your bed where you had left him.

You softly called his name before hearing him sigh and a defeated sounding ‘in here’ from your bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow before trying the door nob, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realized you had locked the door.

Unable to hold in your giggles, you unlocked the door, almost snorting at the deadpan look your boyfriend gave you.

Washio Tatsuki:

**he may seem out of character, but it’s because he just got his wisdom teeth out, and as someone who has recently had that done, I know that for some people their personalities do a 180 switch**

Washio had just had his wisdom teeth removed.

At first his mom was going to take him home, but she had to go into work, so you offered to take care of him and take him home from his surgery.

When they walked Washio out into the waiting room, you hurriedly walked over to him, because as soon as the nurses let him go, he started to go down. Giggling when you struggled to hold him up.

Now, keep in mind, Washio is a big guy. He’s 6′2 with a broad build and lots of muscle, so he’s not exactly light.

Seeing as he had just had a major surgery, he was very doped up on drugs, and seeing Washio drugged up was nothing short of hilarious.

He was very clingy and very giggly, laughing at anything he found remotely amusing. A night and day difference from his usually calm and stoic demeanor.

After you somehow managed to get him in the car, you began to drive him back to his house.

You got to his house and pulled into the drive way.

Before you could help him out of the car, you had to make sure he had a clear path to the couch where he would be sitting.

You had left the keys in the ignition and the air conditioning on because it was a hot day, and let’s face it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Walking back out to the car you went to open his door, only for the handle not to budge.

Your brows furrowed as you tried to open it, looking to the inside of the door only to see all of the doors locked.

...uh oh..

You knocked on the glass, gaining the attention of a very drowsy looking Washio who just lazily waved when he saw you.

You, who had no way to actually get to him, started frantically pointing to the unlock button, him looking at you like you had grown 3 heads.

He finally tried the door handle, only to find it didn’t open.

You could faintly make out the words ‘i’m stuck’, when he realized he was ‘stuck in the car’.

You watched as he grew more and more frustrated with the door not opening.

You were pointing to the unlock button, him then pressing every button except for the unlock button.

Thankfully, he pressed the window button, rolling it down so you could reach your hand in and unlock the door, finally being able to help him inside.

Konoha Akinori:

Not everyone knows this about your boyfriend, but he is very competitive.

He just so happens to have a younger sister, who is also very competitive.

On this particular day you had been over at his house, his sister had been in the living room with you guys when a movie about dancing or whatever came on.

Konoha jokingly scoffed when the ballerina did the splits, stating that “I could do that” while you rolled your eyes, but his sister laughed, “Yeah okay boomer.”

Glaring Konoha turned towards his sister, who simply narrowed her eyes back at him, “What was that?” She stood her ground, you nervously watching from the sidelines.

“Boomer, and I stand by it. You have the flexibility of an 80 year old man.” He narrowed his eyes at her before he laughed, standing up and walking to the middle of the floor.

Without any warning he, albeit slowly, fell into the splits, cringing when he got like 5 inches away, entire body shaking.

“s-see?” His sister was laughing as he stayed there, high pitched sounds of pain escaping him.

He, finding himself unable to stand or move for that matter, continued to suffer, heavily contemplating every decision he had ever made.

“y/N, hELp”

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita was very responsible, so you never had to worry about him getting himself into silly situations he couldn’t get himself out of.

But, everyone has their moments.

You and Kita were spending the day with his grandmother!

You guys had gone through old photo books, and made some desserts, now she wanted to teach you and Kita how to finger knit!

It seemed easy enough, and in no time you had gotten the hang of it and were on your way.

Kita however, was having a little more trouble.

He had gotten how to wrap it around his fingers and how to pull it but...

Somewhere along with way, he messed up.

And he messed up bad.

He didn’t really know how it happened, but before he was aware of it his fingers were caught in a tangled web of yarn, somehow he managed to knot both of his hands together, eye brows furrowed as he looked down to his hands.

You held in your laughter when you saw him, hopelessly caught in strings, as he tried to figure out how to get out of them.

It took 20 minutes and both you and granny to release him from his self-made prison.

He stuck to a different activity after that.

Suna Rintaro:

You had a big project coming up, but your boyfriend did not, and wanted to hang out with you.

You, who also wanted to hang out with him, let him as long as he let you work.

He promised he would cause no such distraction and be like a fly on the wall.

That doesn’t mean you believed him, but it was nice he made an effort.

Anyway, after just under an hour he got bored just scrolling through instagram.

So, he got up from his position on your bed and sauntered over to your vanity where he sat.

You didn’t pay him much mind, he was 16 so it’s not like you had to babysit him.

Er- you shouldn’t have to babysit him.

Fiddling around with the things on your desk, he stumbled across the small dish you kept your rings in.

There was one ring in particular that really stuck out to him.

It had a silver band and a dark blue gem, it was really pretty. He remembered you saying you didn’t wear it often, but he couldn’t remember why so he just shrugged and slipped it on his left middle finger.

He had been holding his hand up, looking at it, cause it really was a pretty ring.

All was fine, all was nice, until he tried to remove the ring. Then, some problems were presented.

The most prevalent of those problems being the ring was stuck, like really stuck.

And the second being he remembered why you didn’t wear the ring a lot, it was a size too small, for you.

So it was much too small for him.

Claiming defeat he called your name, defeatedly holding up his hand, and cringing as you called his name.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

The team had finished practice and were fooling around in the locker room, making stupid bets and doing stupid things

Underestimating just how competitive (and curious) their captain was, Tendo and Yamagata bet 25 dollars Ushijima couldn’t get into a locker, Kawanishi and Shirabu each bet 35 dollars saying he could, and Reon bet 45 saying he would get stuck.

Being genuinely curious what would happen, and being heavily encouraged by his teammates, Semi found an empty locker, rigging it open before ushering the ace in.

It was quite small, and not a comfortable experience at all, but he was also never one to turn down a challenge.

So after some major manipulation and hitting his head, he got fully into the locker.

Tendo and Yamagata forked over their 25 dollars, imploring Reon to do the same before Reon shook his head.

“Let’s see if he can get out before I pay my money.”

All eyes were back on the ace, whose eye brows were furrowed in...concern.

He was stuck.

Bad.

Not wanting to face the wrath of the demon coach, they called the next best candidate to deal with this kind of situation, Ushijima’s girlfriend, you.

Your jaw dropped when Semi told you that your boyfriend was stuck in a locker because...hOw?!?!

Reon made a lot of money that day~

Yahaba Shigeru:

He had been over at your house and the two of you were taking a nap in your bed.

You had both since woken up, and were now on your phones.

You, still very sleepy, weren’t paying attention and before you or Yahaba could stop it your phone had slipped down the crack between your bed and the wall.

You groaned as you dragged your hand down your face, Yahaba, being the wonderful boyfriend he is, offered to get it for you.

He laid on his side as you used his phone to shine the flashlight down the side of your bed.

He stuck his arm down, but it was just barely too short.

Without realizing it he had slipped to the very small edge of the bed, inevitably slipping off only to be caught between the wall and your bed.

He groaned as he felt like he had been stuck to a wooden plank, unable to move any parts of his body.

You felt terrible, seeing as he had offered to get your phone for you and had proceeded to get himself stuck.

You grabbed his arm and shifted yourself to the opposite side of your bed, and after lots of tugging and sounds of pain from your boyfriend, you were able to roll him back onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he waved your phone in the air, a dorky smile on his lips as he had, despite being put in a very uncomfortable situation, managed to get your phone.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Hanamaki had bought this bag of ‘tricks’ from the dollar store, for fun and what not.

One of the things that had been in there was a Chinese finger trap.

He brought a few of the things into his bag, hoping to trick at least one of the members.

But most of all he wanted to trick Iwaizumi, if nothing else he thought it would be funny.

So, when the Seijoh 3rd years met for lunch in the club room, and you, Iwiazumi’s girlfriend had of course joined them, he decided then was the perfect time to try.

“Yo, Iwaizumi! C’mere!” Iwaizumi, recognizing the teasing tone in Hanamaki’s voice, was instantly on guard, expecting something crazy to be suggested.

“What?” Hanamaki smiled, pulling the finger trap out of his bag, Iwaizumi looked at it, raising an eyebrow at the wing spiker.

“I heard no one has ever been able to put two fingers in this at the same time without getting trapped.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, grabbing the trap from Hanamaki and mindlessly stuck on finger in each end of the trap.

Just a few seconds prior, you had looked over Hanamaki’s shoulder, recognizing the trap, but before you could warn your dear boyfriend, he had already stuck his fingers in the trap, and pulled it, tight.

“Hajime...do you know what that is?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing when he tried to pull his fingers out, only to have the trap get tighter.

“Hajime, it’s a Chinese finger trap!!” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened before he turned his head to glare at Hanamaki, curses ready on his tongue as Hanamaki and Matsukawa just about died of laughter, Kunimi snickering in the background.

It took 4 people and approximately 7 minutes to free him from the trap.

Futakuchi Kenji: **in tribute to my dear sister who locked herself out of her bathroom today🥰**

You and Futakuchi had gone to the beach with your family for the weekend, and the two of you were relaxing on the beach.

The beach had these lounge chairs, the ones that fold?

Well, you and Futakuchi were getting everything set up, he had just finished setting up the umbrella and you had laid out a large towel and set the bags down.

You guys both sat down and enjoyed the warm sun, and relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

About an hour later, Futakuchi decided he wanted a drink, and after asking what you wanted he left on his way.

Unknown to him, these chairs were really tricky.

They were good chairs and really comfortable, but you had to be careful how you sat in them.

After about 10 minutes he returned with the drinks, setting them down on the small cooler.

He went to sit on the lounge chair, expect that he more like flopped onto it, and before he could react the thing had snapped in two, you sitting up after hearing your boyfriend yelp.

You turned your head to see your boyfriend, squished in half by the lounge chair, with no signs of being freed.

After recruiting the help of your dad and a few kind passerby's, you were eventually able to free him of the lounge chair...

but that was after you took a picture and sent it to Aone.

Daishou Suguru:

You and Daishou had been on a date, nothing too fancy, just strolling around the city and what not.

You were just talking about random things when your eye spotted an empty park nearby.

You smirked as you nodded towards it, dragging your boyfriend towards it, you knew he couldn’t resist you if he tried.

You two were just fooling around, him chasing you around and you evading him like you both were 5 and it was ‘boys vs girls’ tag.

You had ran away from him when you spotted the set of toddler swings, y’know, those ones with the leg holes?

Yeah, those ones~

Anyway, you decided not to get in one because ✨danger✨

But your boyfriend took that as a challenge.

Without warning he grabbed the chains and jumped, sliding his legs through the very small holes and sinking into the seat.

You slapped his arm as you laughed, hand on your hip as you judgmentally looked at him.

“You’re gonna get stuck, there’s no way you’re getting out of that by yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, smirk still present on his face as he started to slowly swing back and forth.

You shook your head, shifting your weight to one leg as your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Okay then, now try to get out.”

He rolled his eyes at your tone, grabbing the chains as he tried to pull himself up.

Only to bring the seat with him.

Your eyes widened as it set in, his smirk disappearing and his own eyes widening when he realized it as well.

He was stuck.

And at that moment, some of the Nekoma boys volleyball team members just happened to be passing by.

Kuroo’s laugh rang throughout the park as you desperately tried to free your boyfriend.

Numai Kazuma:

You and Numai were hanging out at your house, it was Halloween night and you guys were just gonna chill out and watch some movies and eat candy.

But before that, you guys were going to take your younger brother out trick or treating!

Your little brother decided he wanted to be a cowboy, and his outfit came with a pair of plastic handcuffs.

You were helping your little brother get his costume on while Numai messed around with the handcuffs.

He had latched one side onto the table leg, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he fiddled with the cuffs.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but without thinking he latched the empty side of the handcuffs onto his wrist, tightly onto his wrist.

He didn’t think much of it, until it sunk in.

Had he really just done that??

You were fixing your brother’s costume when you heard your boyfriend call your name.

“Uh, Y/n?” You hummed, continuing to work on his costume.

“Where’s the key to the handcuffs?”

“Oh, they got thrown away with the package, that’s why I set them..over...there..Kazuma.”

You turned around to see him nervously smiling while his hand was indeed handcuffed to the coffee table.

You blanched as you remembered the trash had already been taken out, so they key was gone.

Glaring at your boyfriend you sighed, shaking your head before you started to laugh, hiding your mouth as you continued to laugh at his misfortune.

Eventually you did help him.

It took 3 tries and 4 different tools, but with the help of your dad you were able to get his wrist free of the handcuffs.

Iizuna Tsukasa:

Iizuna has 2 sisters.

1 older sister, and 1 younger sister (ayyyee middle children let’s go-)

You just so happened to be very good friends with your boyfriends sisters, and you guys often had a lot of fun together~

One of the wats you guys had fun was messing with your boyfriend.

Todays scheme: Dress Tsukasa up as a girl. Simply because you could.

And seeing as he lost a bet to you the other day, he couldn’t refuse it.

Luckily, his older sister had a dress she accidentally ordered in a size too big, it would still be snug on him, but it would do the job.

His older sister did his make up, you worked on his outfit as the youngest fixed his hair, him sitting through the whole ordeal trying not to take away too much trauma from it.

Leaving the room so he could change, you all patiently waited as he got changed into the dress, laughing at the pained noises he made as he slipped on the dress and shoes.

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, heels way too small and dress uncomfortably tight.

You all snapped the pictures you needed and he sacrificed what was left of his dignity.

Waving off you three, he hobbled back into his room, kicking off the heels and attempting to pull the dress over his head.

I say attempting because as he tried to move his arms to grab it he made a very disturbing realization.

He couldn’t grab the hem of the dress...

he couldn’t even reach behind him.

He was stuck.

And the only ‘help’ he had was his sisters and his girlfriend.

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