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dixonsdarkelf · 9 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Two

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, dixonsdarkelf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, attempted sexual assault (there will be notes in the story for when that section starts and ends if you want to skip it), an absolute POS making asinine and untrue claims about Daryl, violence, blood, mentions of nausea/vomiting/queasiness, mention of panic attacks

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I yawned into Daryl's chest and looked out the window, the sun just starting to peek over the tree line in the distance. "I haven't watched a sunrise in ages," I said, sleep heavy in my voice.

"Won't be able to watch it if ya don't keep ya eyes open," he teased. I let out another small yawn and reached for my glasses, which I had set on the windowsill at some point during the night. I blew lightly on the lenses, causing dust to float around them.

"They're so pretty," I gushed, slipping my glasses back onto my nose. I immediately cozied back up to Daryl, finding myself aching for his touch in the couple of seconds I was away from it.

"Sunrises?"

"Yeah. Reminds me of home. The colors of a Midwestern sunrise are like nothing I've ever seen. All of the different shades of blue, orange, pink...it's fucking magical." I blinked sleep from my eyes as I continued my story. "My family would sometimes vacation up in northern Michigan, on one of the Great Lakes, and the sunrises and sunsets were out of this world. Kathryn would usually come, as she'd kind of become an honorary member of the family, and she and I would get up extra early just to watch them."

The sun crept its way over the horizon, bathing everything in sight in its golden hue, including us. The heat tickled my face, which I welcomed after my nose being cold all night. Nostalgia swelled in my chest, memories from all the mornings Kathryn and I spent on chilly, dew-covered lawns flipping through my mind like a flip-book video. I could see Daryl's head tilted down towards me in my peripheral.

"Daryl, you're gonna miss it," I said, not taking my eyes off the sun for even a second. I wanted to soak in every moment of that view, and I wanted him to as well.

"Like my view a little better," Daryl whispered. I felt his nose in my hair as he planted another kiss on my head, this one closer to my forehead. I was blushing heavily, and I was sure that it was obvious.

Our beautiful, blissful moment was rudely interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, the echoes of the creaky hinges reverberating off the walls.

"Hey Daryl, Glenn said you—" I heard Maggie start to say before she stopped in her tracks at the sight of us. Daryl snaked his arm out from around me, and I let go as well. It felt like there was an urgency in the way he released me from his grip, but I didn't take it personally. I knew it probably made him uncomfortable to be romantically affectionate in front of other people.

"Hey Maggie," I said as I picked my notebook up off the ground. Should've grabbed her jaw for her while I was down there as well.

"H-hi," she responded, her voice catching in her throat, "you two have a good night?" Daryl grabbed his crossbow and swung it over his shoulder, giving Maggie a nod as he walked by.

"Mhm," I replied, giving her a small shoulder check as I walked past. I turned around and mouthed "I'll tell you later" with a big grin on my face before following Daryl outside.

I jogged a little to catch up to Daryl, but a small patch of daisies on the side of the road stopped me in my tracks. I let out a soft, excited little "ooh," which caught his attention. I squatted down and plucked the little white flower from the ground, twirling it in my fingers.

"How come daisies are ya favorite?" Daryl asked as he squatted down next to me.

"They symbolize new beginnings and the purity of love." I continued to twirl the little flowers in my fingers as I plucked another one from the ground. "It sounds silly when I say it out loud, but that's why." I handed one of the daisies to him. "Have you been in love before, Daryl?"

He twirled the small flower in his hand, hesitating before he answered. "Dunno."

"You'd know if you had," I explained, "it's a very distinct feeling. There's nothing like it." I took the daisy in my hand and tucked it behind my ear, bringing my hair over my ear to help keep it in place. "I really enjoyed our night, Daryl. Let me know next time you have overnight watch again. If you want my company, that is."

"Always want ya company," he said, taking another daisy from the ground and handing it to me.

"You think we found the winner?" I asked him.

"I think so," Aaron said, adjusting the top of the prosthetic around his leg, "this one feels the best."

Aaron's leg had healed enough for a prosthetic, and I finally got to tell him about the surprise I'd been keeping a secret for weeks now. He was elated, ecstatic to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible and get back on his feet. Or foot. I helped him hobble over, and we spent an hour in there, fitting and adjusting all of the prosthetics to find the one that would work best. And we'd finally found it. It was like trying on shoes, but worse, and I could tell he was relieved that we'd found the one.

"Alright, you're gonna have to get used to standing first. It'll take some time for your body to find its center of gravity again. Let me help you up." I stood from my chair and reached out for Aaron to take my hands. He stood from his spot on the infirmary table, wobbling a little as he tried to find his balance. "Hold onto the table. I'll see if I can find a cane or something around here. I'm sure I saw one at some point." I started rummaging through one of the cabinets at the back of the infirmary.

"Now missy, while I do this, you owe me a Daryl update," he demanded. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically.

Aaron had become like a brother to me in my time at Alexandria. He was my first friend there, a great confidant, and an all-around wonderful human being. Because of that, I was a little more comfortable sharing updates with him regarding my and Daryl's relationship, as I knew he would take anything I told him to his grave. He was one of the few people I could talk to who knew how to keep their mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I shared things with my girlfriends too, but Aaron was a much better secret keeper than any of them were.

While I searched for a cane, I told Aaron about Daryl always checking on me every night after I'd fallen out of bed, him taking care of me after my night on binge drinking, and our overnight shift in the watchtower. How gentle he was when he touched me and spoke to me with the silkiest tone in his voice. How we were essentially a couple, besides the admission of feelings, kissing, and sleeping in the same bed together every night.

"Aaron, it was so cute. We were cozied up to each other all night. I was practically a puddle by the time Maggie came up to relieve us. He fucking kissed the top of my head. It was so cute, I wanted to throw up."

"He's a real softie for you, isn't he?" Aaron admired.

"Don't tell him I said that," I begged, "he'd kill me."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"He's supposed to be coming back tonight," I gushed, twirling a lock of my hair in my finger, "I'm excited. I've missed him."

"How come you haven't told him how you feel yet?" he inquired.

"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious with how we behave around each other. And I know he's...skittish when it comes to romance. At least that's what Carol told me. I take it he's probably not all that experienced in it, or maybe it's an insecurity thing. I don't know," I elaborated, "I've been too nervous to because I don't want to make him anxious and scare him off if I'm moving "too quickly." I decided some time ago that I was going to let him be the one to make moves first. Carol said to be patient with him, so I've been being extra patient. But damnit, sometimes I just wanna grab him by his face and plant one on him."

My hand landed on a cold metal rod, and I gripped it and pulled it out to reveal the cane I'd been searching for. "Ooh, I found it!" I scurried over to Aaron to hand it to him. "You'll need to use this for a while until your body gets used to being back on two feet again. Eventually, you'll be able to walk without it."

He took it in his hands, flipping it around before steadying himself on it. He shifted his weight onto the cane, trying to balance himself out before letting go of the table, keeping a hand hovering above it, just in case. I encouraged him to try taking a couple of steps in my direction, very slowly and carefully. Aaron tried taking a step, and it took a moment, but he was able to regain his balance after. Eventually, he seemed to find his footing. Still a little wobbly, like a baby deer, but it was a good start.

"God, this feels good," he sighed in relief. A giant grin spread across his face.

"Are you gonna make it home ok? Do you want my help?" I offered.

"Eric should be here any minute, but thank you." Just like that, the infirmary door swung open.

"Speak of the devil, and he doth appear," I chuckled. Eric looked amazed to see Aaron back on two feet. He ran over and embraced him in the tightest hug, causing Aaron to have to steady himself on the table again.

"This is so exciting!" Eric gushed, turning to me, "Jesus Vector, you're a miracle worker!"

"No miracle worker. It's just what I do," I replied, "he'll need to practice standing and finding his center of gravity again, and he'll need help walking for a while, especially going up and down the stairs. The cane will be mandatory. I'll check in with you now and then until we decide you don't need it anymore."

"I left the stove on to come get you, so we need to go," Eric said, placing an arm around Aaron to balance him, ushering him to the door. I ran ahead to hold it open for them.

"It was nice catching up with you, Vector," Aaron said, giving me a subtle wink, obviously referencing the Daryl update, "and thank you again. For everything."

"Likewise." I stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before going back inside.

Shortly after Aaron & Eric left, there was a soft knock at the door, and in came a blonde man, probably a little bit shorter than me. He was one of the guys who was usually on gate duty, none of whom I'd gotten to know all that well. He stood by the door, shifting back and forth on his feet for a moment before speaking. He looked shy, not very confident, but something about the tone of his voice made my skin crawl.

"Hi. I was, uh, wondering if I could see you about something. Doubt you remember me from the other night. My name's Jake," he said, giving me a small wave. The smile on his face was innocent enough, but I had this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to do one thing and one thing only—get out of there and run.

"Hi, Jake. Yeah I'm sorry, I don't remember you" I said, "but what can I help you with?" I gestured for him to sit up on the exam table, but he stayed put in his spot by the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could feel him eyeing me up and down. That feeling in the pit of my stomach only intensified.

"You're Dixon's girl, right?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't belong to anyone. And mine and Daryl's relationship isn't any of your business."

"Saw you two in the watchtower the other night," he explained, and I scrunched my nose in disgust at the thought of him watching us for God knows what reason, "he talks about you a lot."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure," I said sarcastically. If Daryl talked about me with anyone, I knew it wasn't this clown. "Now what do you want?"

"Talked about how good he fucked you when you were out cold after the party the other night," Jake grinned.

Goosebumps rose all over my body, and my blood ran cold. I knew he was just trying to make me uncomfortable, to get me to question my trust in Daryl. But even if it was just some sick tactic of his, it made me nauseous. How dare he try to accuse such a sweet, wonderful human being of such a thing. How dare he try to tarnish Daryl's name like that. My stomach was churning, and I could feel myself starting to get triggered, my body wanting to slip into a panic attack, but I maintained my composure.

"I know what you're doing, asshole," I seethed, "don't you bring Daryl into this. If you don't have anything medical to ask me about, get the fuck out." He stepped closer, and my hand started wandering to my knife.

*If you would like to skip the part containing the attempted SA, I would stop here. I will put when it’s safe to resume again*

"I do," Jake said. A smirk formed on his face that sent chills down my whole body. "I've been struggling with some...dysfunction. Was hoping you could help me with that." He took another couple of steps closer to me before he started pawing at his package, and my stomach dropped. I bit my tongue to keep my composure as I whipped my knife out, holding it in his direction.

"You can leave now. Before things get ugly." My hand holding the knife was shaking ever so slightly, despite my attempts to hold myself together, and I think he could tell. I stepped in his direction, causing him to back up towards the wall.

"C'mon, not even a little help? Thought it was your job, doc," he huffed. The way he called me "doc" made my skin crawl.

"You're lucky I'm giving you the option to walk out," I said.

I thought it might end there, that he might turn around and walk out that door with no further confrontation. Then I could lock myself in the infirmary and cry in the corner until Daryl got back. He was closer to the wall now, close enough to the door that he could just turn around and leave. Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I hoped.

He lunged at me, knocking my arm and causing the knife to fall from my hand, which slid across one of the infirmary tables and clattered onto the floor. He grabbed the collar of my shirt with both hands and yanked, causing it to tear down the middle and expose my bra. Before he could move his hands anywhere else, I kneed him in the crotch, sending him stumbling backward. I grabbed a scalpel off one of the tables and dove for him, flipping him around and pinning him against the wall. One of my legs was wedged between his, keeping him still. One hand was holding his against his back, and the other was holding the scalpel to the back of his neck. I was panting, trying to get my breathing back to normal and get my heart to calm down from the adrenaline rush.

*Safe to resume again if you skipped the attempted SA scene*

"Wasn't expecting you to fight back like that," Jake huffed as he tried to catch his breath, "it was kinda hot." I swallowed hard to suppress the queasiness in my stomach and keep myself from throwing up. He fought against me, and I pushed my body weight into him further to keep him pinned in place. Jake apparently wasn't privy to the knowledge of my three Navy SEAL brothers and the skills they had given me.

"Y'know, there's a sweet spot right between two of your vertebrae that I could take this scalpel and just–" I swung the scalpel close to his face and made a 'swish' noise–"give it one little flick of the wrist. You wouldn't bleed out, it wouldn't kill you. Oh no, not even close. But you'd be paralyzed from the waist down, and you'd never walk again."

"You're bluffing," he hissed as he writhed against my leg.

"Best case scenario for you is I am bluffing, and you walk away with nothing more than a small injury in your back. Worst case scenario, I'm not, and you lose your ability to walk. Is that really something you're willing to gamble with in a world like this?" I pressed my leg that was between his further up into his crotch, causing him to yelp a little in surprise and pain. "I'm going to let you go now, and you're going to walk out that door and never speak to me, not even so much as look in my direction, again. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," he whispered. His voice almost sounded like he was holding back tears. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of the fear that he instilled in me.

I backed off of him slowly, walking backward until I saw my knife. I bent down and picked it up, never once taking my eyes off of him. "Now get out before I decide to use the big one."

He backed away from the wall and went for the door, never turning to look at me. He opened the door and stepped out, letting it swing slowly behind him. I cautiously rose from my spot on the floor and kept my knife out in front of me as I walked to the door to lock it. To my surprise, the door swung open, and an arm shot out and gripped onto my wrist, yanking me outside. Before I could process what was happening, a fist came in contact with my nose, sending pain radiating all across my face and sending me stumbling back a few feet.

People started to gather on the lawn, stopping whatever they were doing in their tracks to watch the fight that was about to break out. I was doubled over, hands resting on my knees and letting blood drip onto the ground in front of me. The pain was indescribable, and it was spreading from my nose to my under-eyes and down my cheeks. I could already feel it bruising. With how I was feeling, I should've been crying, screaming in pain. I looked up at Jake, who was standing over me, that stupid smirk still on his face. Much to his surprise, I started laughing.

"That was a weak-ass punch," I taunted. From my doubled-over position, I swung my arm up and punched him in the nose. My hit was much harder, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass. My nose was in pain, but it wasn't broken. I was almost certain I'd broken his.

"You fucking bitch!" he cried out, holding a hand to his mouth to capture the blood streaming down into it. He spat some of it onto the ground next to him. "You fucking broke my nose!"

"I could've done worse," I seethed. The taste of copper filled my mouth as blood poured from my nose. I spat a glob of it onto the ground, and some sprayed off of my lips onto my face. I heard a set of footsteps running from behind me, and they sped past me over to Jake. Another person came running over, stopping between us.

"What the hell is going on?" a voice boomed. I looked up and saw Rick, who looked down at me with sympathy in his eyes when he saw the blood pouring from my nose.

"She fucking broke my nose!" Jake shouted. Glenn and Eric were holding him by his arms and yanking him to his feet, practically manhandling him. If looks could kill, Glenn's facial expression would've had Jake six feet under in seconds.

"You punched me first!" Tears were now streaming down my face, mixing with the blood and creating an awful salty-penny taste on my tongue. The mixture was all over my teeth and chin and was dripping down onto my chest, and given that my shirt had been torn nearly in half, it was creating quite a mess.

"You threatened to paralyze me!" he yelled. I started walking towards him, but Rick held an arm out to stop me. Rosita and Maggie had come up next to me, ready to hold me back if I tried lunging at Jake.

"Because you tried to assault me, you jackass!" I screamed. Even though I was embarrassed having all these eyes on me, nearly half-naked in front of the whole community, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted them all to know what kind of man Jake really was.

"Ooh, Daryl might actually kill him," Maggie whispered.

"Alright, everyone settle down. There's nothing to see here. Go home, we've got it from here," Rick ordered like the cop he was. Everyone except him, myself, Jake, Glenn, Rosita, Eric, and Maggie left. When it was just us left on the lawn, I launched in Jake's direction. I was far from finished with him.

The rage that was coursing through my body ascended beyond any words in the English language. All of the hurt, anger, sadness, fear, and pure rage that my body had been storing for months came spilling out all at once. My skin was hot and tingling. My blood was boiling. Every cell in my body was on fire, and it felt like there was smoke coming out of my ears. Rosita and Maggie were quick to grab me by the arms and pull me back. I fought against them, lightly as I knew it was a futile attempt.

"I'm so fucking sick of men like you! Men who think they can just take whatever they want from any woman they want! I'll fucking gouge your eyes out, you hear me? I'll gouge them out and shove them down your throat, you fucking bastard! I'll make you choke on your nuts, you motherfucker!" I'm sure the scene had to be frightening to my friends, as they'd never seen me act like that before. They'd never seen this type of reaction from me. This was pure, unadulterated rage, and they were getting both an eye and an earful.

The sound of the front gate opening got everyone's attention. They all turned to look, but I didn't. I knew it was Daryl and the guys coming back from their trip. And I knew Maggie was right—when Daryl saw what happened, he might actually kill Jake. And I think everyone in that circle knew that too.

"Glenn, Eric, take him to the cell," Rick ordered, "for his own safety. Stay until I get there." Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them to Glenn. He and Eric quickly escorted Jake away. Rick nodded to Rosita and Maggie, who let go of my arms. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to Daryl, tell him what happened. Go take care of yourself. We'll deal with Jake." He gave me a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, cowboy," I said. I spat more blood out and slid past him, going back into the infirmary before Daryl was able to join the others. I heard his bike pull up shortly after I shut myself inside, and I knew things were going to get ugly soon.

I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the small mirror above it. The area below my nose, my mouth, and my chin were completely coated in blood, my cheeks were stained with tears, and it looked like I was already starting to bruise under my eyes, which was emphasized by my dark circles from hardly sleeping while Daryl was away. Large splotches of blood dotted my collarbone and my chest, some as far down as my cleavage. I saw myself standing there, shirt torn almost completely in half, covered in blood that was still flowing, and I did the only thing I could. I collapsed back into the nearest chair and started crying.

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goobie-goo · 11 months ago

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mwhahehehhaheha okay. this one is the lore/plot outline. have fun!!

TWs are added so i can keep track in notes and in case i share it,, like rn!! boy, im so smart!

tropes: walled-in city, corrupt gov leader, abusive parent + dead parent combo, dead main character, resistance/revolution, non-human, dystopian setting, floriography (flower language/meaning), royal main character, royalty, coming of age, ascension after death, death of a friend, gods/deities (always a work in progress)

TWs: [major+minor] death, main character death, temporary character deathS (canon. not mentioned in this lore timeline though), revolution/war setting, blood & injury, dystopian setting, abusive parent, child abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, suicidal thought/behaviors, gunshot wounds, implied character death(s), off-screen deaths (NPCs) (always a work in progress)

birth —> realization: royalty arc (aka people-pleaser arc)

dallas lived in a city ruled by evil king who kept them stuck in the city w large, heavily guarded walls. HAHAH evil ruler is HIS FATHER. abusive. think c!schlatt (was inspired by c!schlatt. literally not even a developed character. no name, no appearance—nothin’)

basically, dallas is the prince of the kingdom. hes not seen very well, often befriended/used for power by nobles, manipulated, gaslit, belittled, etc— doormat, people-pleaser, yes-man. yadda yadda.

when turns 13, he starts to realize that the way others are treating him is kinda… weird. begins to research about stuff and learns more. also develops sass + snark (however anxiety is still at peak bc puberty and stuff) and finds inner anger issues. doesnt show true self until he joins the resistance and starts trusting them. (also realized he was trans as used the name Krow as a placeholder bc he couldn’t decide on a name) (to clarify, he uses masculine terms and is transmasc)

age 15: walls arc

the age dallas officially joined resistance. did hang out with kids from resistance (alibi, juno, asmo) when age 13-14, but theres a policy of not joining resistance until 15– even if you werent going into a combative job.

soon seen as a high authority figure after he got peoples trust. how he got their trust? shot a royal officer at a riot. in the timeline, this was months after he joined. (king and army doesnt know bc resistance is undercover using fake names— if wanted, more detail can be provided about the fake names.) this was also when he earned his name Striker, which he then used as his name instead Krow. it was more of a title and not a true name, but there was more pressing things to worry about. (he grew attached.)

resistance communicates via floriography hung up outside the flower shop they turned into a meeting house— dont worry, its not too small because theres a secret base under it.

many members of the resistance also follow The Eyes, a different religion/spirituality from the royalites. it’s not like a godly religion ig,, idk how to explain. its more about acknowledging The Eyes and also appreciating nature. will be explained more in the worldbuilding section.

age 16: wilds arc

government started doing some Fucked Up Shit (tm) and riots n protests n revolts started popping up more n more often. however bc of the guards, they turned violent more often than not! (WHY? WHAT PUSHED THEM TO FINALKY PUSH BACK??) <- haha look plotholes point n laugh

ALIBI dies during a revolt— bleeds out in dallas’ arms.

citizens and resistance group started evacuating the city through underground tunnels— which leads to a few years in the wilderness and the apocalypse setting (WHY? WHAT PUSHED THEM TO FINALLY START EVACUATING? WHAT DID THE KING DO? fix.) <- haha look plotholes point n laugh

while escaping, theyre found out by guards. SKIP gives himself up as bait to lead the guards away from the group.

outside the walls, it’s basically like the mob or gangs. but less dying/fights and more survival— like those packs of humans in an apocalypse sticking together to survive. and the environment isn’t very good either- weather can differ easily. not many forests and its VERY hot bc global warming. however it gets freezing at night. but this doesn’t mean there aren’t forests, you will find some if you go far enough from the Walls.

the main group is the one that dallas leads— called the Copperheads. each member wears a compass as a necklace (like the tommy tubbo necklace compass headcanons- and like the one i have)

they traveled until they found an abandoned city. lived there and eventually rebuilt it. later named kismadoré.

-> more on this (ON TOPIC OF CULTURE): a good amount of people just escaped a walled-in city and are in the wilderness so theyre all homeless and considered nomads now. years later, they make a city and the cultural dances they did while on the run stuck w them. many seperate cultures irl have inspired it like the 1920s flappers, flamenco, street dancing, country swing, line-dancing, and soemthing like the tangled kingdom dance scene. its a lot of cultures bc of the different people mixing while on the run. but especially the 'embrace nature' thing they took on with some form of animism similar to indigenous cultures. (which the nature thing was integrated into the worship of The Eyes. feels weird to call it worship. they really do jist be like “okay cool you guys watch us and guide us thanks!” its connected but not?? it makes sense in my head)

age 18: rebellion arc

came back to the kingdom and the walls later to overthrow gov. yeahhh dallas was getting paranoid at kismadoré and waiting for the other shoe to drop. finally said “ykw? imma drop the other shoe myself” … also to free the citizens and tear down the walls

stayed underground and out if sight. many, many riots and revolts. tensions high in the kingdom, along with casualties.

dallas died when leading a coup d’état against evil dictator (from multiple gunshot wounds to fhe torso by a childhood friend indoctrinated into an enemy)

the only survivors of the cast (aka not NPCs) are asmodae and juno. they hold each other very closely.

after-death & godhood or whatever-the-fuck: death and onwards

bc he died a meaningful death, was taken by a god-species and now protects others like them

(and travels the multiverse but thats not important :3) <- MORE ON THIS LATER. IT IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT.

and just because he’s dead, doesnt mean his story is over ehe *taps where i had written his age previously*

xi i hope u know that i am utterly obsessed with this story and would consume a 10 book long series about it. by the way

#AAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHUBHG #GHABSHDBJFNEIDNJDKOXNX #GGGAGAHAHHAHZHHHUHHSNDJN #GYH #ough #this is sooooooooo

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aro-throughyourchest · 2 years ago

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God sorry I’m gonna go insane for a second

tw: horror for some sections

so I've never seen a c!connor stream but I imagine he has fucking pinkiepie discord kinda shit syndrome. He takes the camera and goes, does not care about you or your time. if he's not fucking with the camera, you know he's got visual on it, either just a blanket Jim "You seeing this shit?" look, or just lightly catching it. he's monty python on steroids.

c!techno interacts with the camera a lot. during the prison podcast he straight up interrupts dream to monologue at the camera, full look, just offhand, and does this frequently during walks through the arctic. he and c!phil love meta commentary, they're complete assholes about it, and he loves being snarky about whatever production he's in. openly calling out writers and staff it's played for laughs for a good while, you think it's just a character quirk, until he's rowing in the boat with Philza, he explains the voices and you realize "oh no he’s caught in the narrative” it's never fully clear whether he can truly tell what world he lives in or if all these names and metas he rattles off even make sense to him

c!phil liberally plays with the fourth wall. he interacts with the camera only through side glances and occasional ribs to "the wind," but other than the meta commentary he sprinkles in and the time he spends with his crows, he's never fully confirmed to know what if he's aware of the story he lives in. he never does these around techno tho.

c!karl only starts interacting with the fourth wall after his spiral. he doesn't say, "oh hello!" or some other form of introduction, he just notices you. and notices you again.

despite his more than comic role and introduction, through all of this, c!quackity is extremely grounded in his approach to the fourth wall, never once calling it out or expressing it directly. he is unaware of the fourth wall, and never interacts- whenever he's around someone who calls out to the camera- he doesn't see them.

c!slime. oh god. you think "oh haha normal guy" he stares at the camera. unblinking. in some weird way, it's implied the camera is avoiding being alone with him. just as c!slime knocks cquackity off of the platform, it cuts from first person pov back to the top of the building, the camera turns to c!slime, who knocks you off next. this is the only time it's implied that the camera is controlled by a person.

c!wilbur doesn't interact much with the fourth wall. he just thinks you're there. he monologues for hours upon hours and you think he's talking to you but as the camera widens and the shot expands you realize he doesn't see you at all. but there are subtleties. when he hides the book in boundless sands, you see his barely cut off look towards the camera as he hides its pages from view. for a moment, in between sees, the camera and him lock on each other, he sees it, and his face falls. you don't know if he's seeing you. neither does he.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp lore #if any c!connor heads out there wanna correct go ahead #connoreatspants #c!techno #philzaminecraft #philza #karl jacobs #quackity #charlie slimecicle

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its-my-whump · 2 years ago

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"I didn’t do this”

Framed | Bloody clothes | Behind bars

TW: gore, punishment, emotional whump, implied child abuse (beating)

"Don't lie to me." A stinging slap let him fall. His cheek was burning. Out of reflex one hand went up. Instead of ceasing to new pain, he only managed to rub a pointy shard imbedded in his palm over his face and spread the blood from his hands. Additionally, the pain in his hand got even worse and he could also feel fresh blood dripping from the new cut on his cheek.

Sitting on his ass, he pulled his hands down, staring at them. They were covered in blood, his own blood. In front of him, just by his feet was that damn overdimensioned jug. Okay, it used to be a jug. Some fancy heirloom, ugly as they get. But it was scattered now. Shards widely spread over the floor, bloody from his cut hands. He had tried to scrap the pieces together, in frightened foresight of an unpleasant encounter, if he would be caught in the same room with the headmasters favorit peace smashed.

That hand, that had slapped him moments ago, took hold of the back of his shirt and pulled him up. The kid was no match to the furious adult. He was desperate, but he wasn't responsible. "I didn't do this." He whispered to himself. The headmaster wouldn't believe him anyway and he surely wasn't listening to anything whumpee had to say for himself.

"Don't lie to me, I said!" Another even stronger slap to the same cheek. Apparently he had been listening. And probably he just drove that piece of pottery deeper into his cheek. The pain was beyond imagination, whumpee saw stars. Thinking about it, they were probably a result of that slap.

If he would have been able to form a decent thought, whumpee would have made the connection between the 3 guys from section C asking him to come here. Conveniently, right now, they were nowhere to be found and that concluded, that they had probably set him up.

But his sticky, throbbing hands and his agonising cheek put every brainfunction on hold for the moment. His ears were ringing too. The hand in his shirt was leading him out of the room, to get punished even more, for a crime he didn't commit. He stumbled along.

Before the night was over, whumpee would pray, that he'd never been born into the life of an orphan. Before dawn was breaking, he would cradle in on himself, trying to protect every hurting part of his body against the evil forces of mankind. Before the sun would break the horizon to announce another day in hell, he would cry himself to sleep.

My whumptember2023 masterlist

#whumptember2023 #Whumptember 2023 day 6 #day 6: I didn’t do this #framed #whump #writing #whump writing

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lilywastaken · 2 years ago

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Hey!!!! I absolutely love Ménage its one of the best simon x reader fic

If i remember correctly at some point in the beginning reader says that she had a difficult pregnancy and delivery and it was kind of traumatic. Do you have anything more on this? I think it would be so interesting to see Simon's reaction to reader telling him this

Absolutely! - TW PREGNANCY, ABORTION, MENTAL HEALTH

It's very much implied that reader had difficulties during her pregnancy, leading it to being very risky to have an abortion or even a C-section, and it wasn't any better that she spent it all alone ( I wrote in a grandmother that helped her, but her family is mostly kept vague), without Simon and that probably put a lot of mental stress on her which wouldn't be good for her or Tommy. Which is why I describe reader having panic attacks often, post partum depression and anxiety from the stress of the pregnancy caused a lot of it

And yeah, Simon's probably going to find out sooner or later once they get even closer or even try for another child (she'd be scared of going through it again)

Hope this cleared it up! :)) (Sorry if it's a bit word vomit I'm very tired 😭)

#dont hesitate to ask more about these kinda things :))!!#cw pregnancy #cw abortion #— lily's asks ! ᐢ..ᐢ #— ménage brainrot

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heretyc · 3 years ago

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eddie and val headcanons + rlly small fics to get back into my writing spirit [DD:DNE]

There are some sections that mention vague NSFW but that's it. These are also taking place in their original universes; I love modern AU but it's fun to experiment and whatnot. They don't murder you but instead like/love you because fanfiction logic hehehehehe

If there are spelling mistakes, forgive me. I am not kidding I am on my KNEES and I want you to forgive me [although I will be rereading this like a BITCH]

I added the DD:DNE tag because I don't condone anything that happens in these nor do I encourage you to enter a relationship with a murderer or a cultist [insert The Rock's eyebrow meme here]

Implied TW with the DD:DNE tag. Eddie's a murderer and Val is Val [aka a rapist with a bigger ass than mine wtf], so proceed with caution if mentions of sex and murder disturb you. Val uses they/them because everyone sees them differently. See them however you want in this 🙏

These are basic hc's but being a hoe I added reader interaction. #girlboss

Feel free to give me your thoughts on how I portrayed these two!

☸ Eddie Gluskin —

♡ As much as you'd like to take him home with you, you cannot do that unless you want your entire neighbourhood to be slashed to shit because of an angry murderous man toddler. He cannot enter society because I think you know what would happen if he did. Not to mention he's probably on some wanted list. He needs to stay in a normal institution where he ISN'T tested for some weird supernatural bullshit.

♡ He also needs to be taught that misogyny isn't cute.

♡ Eddie has an intense fear of abandonment, as shown when Waylon runs off from him. This results in an outburst, so it's not entirely inaccurate for me to think he has a Cluster B personality disorder. Meaning he is emotional, erratic, and dramatic. We all see how his emotions span from anger to sadness in a single minute.

However before Murkoff scrambled his brains he exhibited more behaviours from the Cluster C personality disorders.

[Cluster types here if you'd like to know more]

♡ Eddie...would not be the best partner. Walking on eggshells is not the way to go.

♡ If you decide to become intimate with him I am sending you all the luck on God's green Earth.

♡ He'd need patience. Loads and loads of patience. Also, like...hide the sharp objects.

♡ He'd need to vent, man. Vent and vent and vent. If you're understanding and compassionate, he'll appreciate it immensely.

♡ He has the shittest coping mechanisms. Introduce him to something healthier, please.

♡ Eddie has very childlike beliefs. Death is not a thing to him, rather he views it as "sleep". Due to not being able to have a proper childhood, you can expect a lot of topics to be seen from an innocent point of view. He cannot help it.

♡ It's very likely his charming personality is just a front so you don't leave him. If you stay with him he'll likely form his own, although it's possible he'll keep the gentleman persona to a point.

♡ Sexually, he may not be as immaculate as he likes to think he is; a panic attack is very much a possibility. Flashbacks, too.

♡ Patience comes out to play yet again, here.

♡ Despite his violent outbursts and such, he has his pros.

♡ Can take a very optimistic approach to things. You dropped something and it broke? Silly you! You accidentally cut yourself? Oh dear, be more careful next time!

♡ He can sometimes come to extremely inaccurate conclusions. Waylon falling and getting stabbed by glass = trying to die just to get away from Eddie.

...That's not completely untrue, but you know. Assure him that you're not trying to secretly leave his ass. [Unless you are. Then good luck :*]

♡ Obviously homemade clothes, crafted with love. Maybe some blood here and there.

♡ Murkoff is a shit place to reside in, but because the mention of Eddie scares the variants shitless, nobody goes near you. A blessing and a curse.

♡ He's no doctor, not like Trager, but he does have experience with stitching if the time ever comes when you need stitches. Just make sure you take a shitload of painkillers first. Eddie is precise, but he can't make it painless.

♡ He'd prevent you from venturing into the gym for...obvious reasons.

♡ If a variant had previously scared the bejesus out of you or just generally made you feel unsafe, he'd give them the Eddie Gluskin treatment, no questions asked.

♡ You can't eat sewing machines. They taste gross. No nutritional value. So you make the extremely brave trip above to grab food from the low-key haunting cafeteria. Also...water.

Anxiety and anger combat each other in Eddie's head, but basically, to avoid any visits from the Groom, Dennis will spectate your little adventure and make sure you come back. When the Groom has to leave his little mancave, it's never good.

♡ Because he's old-fashioned and has been surrounded by nothing but this cold asylum, he knows nothing about modern stuff. Cell phones? He's not sure what that shit is but it's magical.

♡ You have no service down here, but you DID manage to find a free wifi signal...might as well pass the time until your phone dies.

♡ He's enamoured. Duh.

♡ It doesn't hurt to open YouTube and introduce him to the Fallout soundtrack. Promise. Too much oldies for him to miss out on.

I beg you...please introduce him to Cheek to Cheek by Fred Astaire. Not because I listened to it while writing this but it fits him so well. [I also was non-stop listening to The Plagues from The Prince of Egypt but that's different rofl]

♡ He'd be a bird person. 100%. They'd sing together, and the feathers of the bird would no doubt inspire Eddie to work with colourful fabrics. [I had a dream about Eddie keeping me in a birdcage...it was odd but that's how dreams are ig]

♡ He'd like winter. An excuse to stay indoors and spend time with his loved ones.

♡ He has mannequins to use for his dressmaking and such, but he'll use you for it instead once you're settled. [Aka forced to stay down there and make no effort to leave anymore.]

♡ If he's able, he gives the best embraces. Like...expect the warmest and biggest of hugs.

♡ If you're having difficulties sleeping, he'll happily use his sleep gas on you. Just...um...expect to sleep for the next 12 hours. It's potent.

♡ Eddie is an excellent listener when you need him to be. Ranting about your problems to him as he sews or sharpens his knives is a common activity.

♡ Wants to suffer with you. Doesn't matter what it is, he's intent on sharing your struggles. Not to the point where he'll mimic your injuries but he'll make you squeeze his hand or something.

♡ He learns to take his anger out on variants instead of you. Since meeting you've shown him [forced] kindness, it'd be wrong to harm the one person he's grown to actually like.

♡ Oh yeah. Kindness. Eddie's life has been full of monstrous individuals. His uncle. His father. The staff here...kindness is a foreign thing to him.

♡ He will not let you go. It's something he craves, now. And he reciprocates.

♡ Just saying...if a Murkoff staff member finds their way into the third floor, whether to kill you so you don't spread their secret or just to hide away, don't stop Eddie from expressing his rage.

Sit back, relax, witness the bloodshed.

♡ Eddie doesn't mind blood getting on him. It's warm, a lovely shade of red. What's not to like about it?

However, he will refrain from getting it on you. You've expressed disgust before.

♡ He seems like the type to write poetry. With his vocab? You bet.

♡ Chastise this mfer if he says something misogynistic or something hurtful to you. He's not in a situation where he has to be on fight mode [in his words, "vulgar mode"] anymore. He has no excuses, goddammit.

♡ He uses pet names for everyone. Easier than having to learn and remember names.

Well...pet names for the people he likes. Vulgarities for anybody else.

♡ His love language is a mix between physical touches, compliments, gifts and murder. The last one is...eh.

By murder I mean you'll be safe from any assholes with the intent to harm you.

♡ If Waylon exists [aka you're not in his place] and traverses down there, you can bet he'll try to get you out. Whatever happens to him is up to you. [Save his ass if you can though or Lisa will be furious, okay??]

♡ If you're afraid of thunderstorms, then his little section of the asylum is the best place to be. His music drowns out the thunder and torrential rain. Lightning is still a possibility but he'll take your mind off of it.

♡ He avoids sleep like the plague. Night terrors are inevitable and he doesn't get his work done if he's asleep.

♡ You know how they give dementia patients baby dolls to help them calm down? Give one to Eddie.

♡ If your childhood was traumatic as well, he'll listen to you talk about it. Again; excellent listener when he needs to be.

♡ He has issues separating his own beliefs and reality. Be extremely careful with this information.

♡ If you didn't like work or going outside before, you miss the hell out of those now. You're not as afraid anymore, but the boredom is more likely to kill you.

♡ If he is sexually active, he's a gentle dom. Unless he's angry in that moment, in which he's rough. Aftercare is a must with him, too.

♡ Eddie never leaves the third floor as long as you're there. If he leaves to grab a victim and someone managed to slip by and hurt you, what will he do with himself?

♡ He'll come outside with you to the courtyard but that's the farthest he'll go.

♡ He'd be a violinist. Violins tend to sound haunting and elegant, which I think suit him well.

♡ There are so many sewing machines down there, that it'd be weird to not consider learning how to sew.

Yes, he teaches you.

♡ This man is tall. 'Climb him like a tree' tall. No longer will you have to stand on your tippy-toes to grab things off of shelves. [If you're short of course lol]

♡ He'd support the things you'd like. He probably has no idea what those things are but he doesn't need to in order to support you.

♡ He makes Christmas sweaters. Yes, they're ugly. No, you won't tell him.

♡ If you were a variant beforehand, nobody goes near the third floor. Everyone knows of your combined wrath.

♡ I don't think he cares too much about Walrider. It's more enamoured with Miles, whom he knows nothing about because he doesn't even know Miles exists, but he has more things to worry about.

♡ He also would not care about Chris, Jeremy or Trager unless they involved themselves. He cares only for his territory, his wives and himself. [And you, obviously.]

♡ He doesn't bat an eye when he has to murder another variant. It's just a common thing for him. Almost the same as breathing.

♡ Because he has mood swings and gets angry over the smallest of things, he will 100% say things in the heat of the moment. He doesn't mean any of them. Chastise his ass.

"If this is you on the honeymoon, I'd hate to imagine our anniversary" man shut up 💀

♡ Let's you carry his knife for safety. Or just because.

♡ No matter how you identify...expect to wear dresses. There are no issues with doing so, and he doesn't care, he's more concerned about the length and the colour.

♡ If you were a worker before the breakout happened, and you were nice to him, he will remember.

♡ He has...a very strange pain tolerence. This mfer made little to no noise when being impaled. Do whatever you'd like with this information.

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❝Oh, darling...I'm so sorry. The vermin here can get quite vulgar with their actions. It's unfortunate.❞

It's rare to witness such a behemoth of a man express kindness, but down here it's all you're exposed to, now.

Well, that and the occasional variant who dares to lay a harmful hand on you, either not knowing or not remembering that the Thing Below had claimed you as his own.

He protects what he has.

Albeit your bleeding arm and less-than-amused facial expression, Eddie chirps away, and with gentle care, wraps a somewhat dirtied bandage around the wound. Gentleness is something that you'd think would be foreign to him, but apparently not.

❝They're nothing like me. I'm a gentleman, through and through. However, if every man was like me, it'd get quite boring.❞

He stops looking at his handiwork for a moment to wink at you, his blue eye surrounded by pools of hemorrhage, before looking back at the bandaging.

❝And you, darling? You're one of a kind, as well. The rest are all whores. Trying to seduce me. And then leave me.❞

He scowls a bit at the end, making you flinch.

You've seen the bodies. You've heard the screams of the men who died at his hand before coming here. There's no seduction involved, unless you consider fear to be lustrous in nature.

❝Not to worry. You're not one of them.❞

The furrow in his brow leaves as he makes a noise of contentment. Looking down, you can see he's done. Blood seeps through the bandaging, however you feel some relief.

❝All done!❞ Eddie takes your hand into his, the one that's not attached to your injured arm, and twirls you around as if you were a ballerina.

❝How convenient,❞ he muses, ❝the bandaging perfectly matches the dress I finished just before this. Come! You must try it on!❞

You may not be too happy to be down here, stuck and now injured, but it's better to be used as a doll for dresses and his attempts at affection than to be above, running for your life.

So you let him happily take you to the dress he created, and hoped you wouldn't get an infection.

† Val —

♡ Val is a strange individual. You can thank Murkoff for that. They're always lascivious, no matter what they're doing. Either lascivious or remorseless.

♡ They're used to the heat that Arizona offers. By day they stay in the mines, encouraging their children to do the same. The sun's beams can't exactly target you if you're underground.

♡ If you're from the north [like me...oh no] it's likely you cannot stand the heat. They'll assist you to the best of their ability. You can decide what they do to help you beat the heat lol.

♡ Val and the cult's treatment of you really depends on whether Val wants you as an equal or as a Heretic.

Seeing as you're not from there, whether you came there by helicopter and crashed or you were just unlucky as fuck during a hike, it's likely you'll be their equal. They've never seen an outsider before.

♡ If you're equal, you'd be seen as their romantic partner. More attention towards you, curiosity about your life and being involved in the fight against the Scalled and The New Testament are just a few things you need to expect.

♡ Knoth doesn't like you. Neither does Marta, or Laird, or Nick...do you want the entire list?

Just know you don't have to lose sleep over being disliked by an egotistical man and his followers when you have Val and their entire cult to enjoy your existence.

♡ Clay and mud have benefits for the skin. Val's skin is extremely smooth to the touch.

♡ Somewhat familiar with medical stuff. Before the "apocolypse" bullshit they tended to their injured orphans whenever the time arised, so if you accidentally get a gash that's too deep or sprain something, they'll assist you.

♡ The Heretics make you a crown much like Val's. Basically you just became an adoptive parent. Awwww.

♡ They're touchy. Their love language includes loads of physical touches and compliments. Also the occasional murder in your name if someone outside the Heretics touches you. If you feel them embrace you from behind or shove your head into their chest...don't be too shocked.

♡ The visions affect you differently. While they see visions of their God, you'll see other things. Horrific things.

If your memories are like Blake's - full of regret and sorrow - they'll comfort you. You cannot see their true God? Unfortunate. You will soon, but for now, let them aid you in coping...

♡ Their home is extremely fucky, okay? Mazes upon mazes of rocks, torches and the god awful corpses. You have to be guided in and out.

♡ They're rarely ever cruel to anybody. To Knoth's followers? Depends. Thumbs through their eyeballs are deserved for them, no doubt. But sometimes they feel merciful, giving the members quick deaths. Listening to Knoth's bullshit is already painful enough.

♡ They're like a predator. Stalking their prey is fun.

♡ The Heretics are everywhere in the mines. Taking a stroll? There's always gonna be one just chilling somewhere.

♡ Yes, you're involved in the orgies. Yes, you take breaks. You don't have the stamina. Where's the damn Powerade in this place??

♡ They're into pain kink. If you're in a non-consensual makeout session then biting into their bottom lip and scratching down their back won't do fuck all.

♡ ....[Sighs] Yes, they lick you. A lot.

♡ Their breath doesn't really smell like anything. You'd know...they lick you constantly. It's how they show their love. Yum.

♡ Going outside during the day is rare. At night is when it's best to strike. Nobody can see them.

♡ Val helps you with the Heretics and their little language. They understand it, but you're left clueless when they talk to each other.

♡ They're automatically the dom unless you make a move. You get on top? Yeah...they're your bitch. They won't pry.

♡ You're given a bone knife. Obviously.

It's dry, because you know, bone, so you never use it. It's just strapped to your hip. But it's handy in cutting things, so.

♡ Consent isn't...a thing to them. They want to give you their love, take it.

♡ Agile. Incredibly agile. They balance on things effortlessly. Y'all saw them in the mines on those thin ass pieces of wood, right LMAO

♡ Cleanliness is not Godliness.

If you were a clean person beforehand...sorry.

♡ If you were with a group of friends you're the one they take.

Somewhat strong hands wrap around your neck, then gently remove themselves as you lose consciousness and your friends cry out for you. How fun! 5 stars on Help. [Get it? Hehehehe]

♡ If you have menstrual cycles [aka blood waterfalls], they'll try to ease your pain with sex. Was this unexpected? [And I believe it's been proven to work. It helps break up blood clots which are the causes of pain irrc]

♡ So, sexually? There's absolutely no chance of being shamed, no matter the kink. BDSM? They have ropes. Priest/Succubus roleplay? Uhhh, fuck yeah, they're down. They do not care as long as it brings pleasure.

♡ Their nose probably doesn't work anymore. When you've smelled enough corpses and the scent of sex your nose is bound to GTFO.

♡ You don't want to give in willingly? Fair! They love cat and mouse. But they hope you're not stupid enough to waltz back into the territory of Marta and the others. Cause they cannot get you back if you do lol

♡ However if you stay within the confines of the mines [it's hard to leave...fucking mazes if you ask me] then they'll find amusement out of it. They know every shortcut and where every tunnel leads. They make heretics keep an eye out at the exits, though.

♡ Compared to Laird I don't think they care too much about the 'modern' world nor know much about it. If you brought a video camera they'd just give it to their heretics or something. They won't think twice unless it's of obvious importance to you.

♡ Won't outright be angry at you for believing in Knoth's God [if you do], but will be annoyed.

♡ If you're a poor wittle Northerner and get heat sickness, or you're just a victim of the heat due to the stupid ass Arizona sun, the mines are...decent, I guess? Kinda gets sticky due to the mud and the orgy sessions but at least there's water to chill in. [Just turn the damn electricity off first !!!!]

Because they're all used to the humidity, and the medication needed to treat headaches and whatnot are in the greedy little hands of Knoth, Val can't really do much except monitor your temperature, make you drink water and chill in a cool place. No sex will be involved, to their displeasure.

♡ They have a strange fascination with blood and innards. They find your disgust of those things to be amusing.

♡ They're tall and lanky. If you're short, they find your height endearing. Especially considering the fact that they might have to assist you with things. If you're the same height, or taller...they might get turned on ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡ If you've taken the place of Blake, and dealt with the bullshit that came with being The Messiah [tm], they are suspiciously gentle.

You've been through a lot, they think. Running from a brainwashed, gothic Knoth apologist, running into an archer and his friend, being crucified by said friend, having rusted and jagged nails shoved into your delicate palms...this night has not been kind. Speaking of crucified; the wounds in your hands were relentless in their pain and their bloodiness. They were raw. Tainted. But not to worry, they'll ease your pain.

♡ Yes, they use their Magic Dust on you. To ease anxieties, pain or used as an aphrodisiac, it is used.

♡ Feeds off of your fear. Eats your fear, horniness, pain and pleasure off of a silver platter.

♡ Not saying it will happen, only if you wanna imagine it for the Angst, but if Marta invades and kills them, you die too. You ride togetha you die togetha, you feel me?

You'll be reunited in Hell. Romantic!

♡ If you're a virgin or the sex you've had beforehand was disappointing, Val is a blessing in disguise. You don't want anyone else. [Yes you do. But you won't say that in front of them.]

♡ They've adapted to eating human flesh. Like...whole ass human flesh. Feral bullshit at its finest. You never will, though. You have yet to lose your humanity.

♡ It's likely you abandoned your clothes at some point. Probably due to bloodstains that no amount of scrubbing and tears can get rid of. Perhaps due to the fact that some of us wear hoodies and jeans to a fucking desert. You dislike being nude? The least Val will do is let you wear their robes. It's not like they wear them in the mines anyway LOL

♡ If the birds are somehow still alive, they'd 100% befriend ravens.

♡ You don't know where or how they got some, but they will wear lingerie for you. Don't ask questions cause I don't have answers 💀

♡ They'd be into art. You've seen the gigantic effigy placed in one of the caves, it'd be odd if they weren't using art to their advantage. Painting with blood is not at all uncommon with them. You can't change my mind x)

♡ Befriending the remorseful heretic is inevitable. Unlike the rest, he is competent. He expresses his emotions, yet has no tongue. He is an example of this corruption. And you can't help but feel fear. He doesn't want you to experience this, yet he dies, and Val has a strange distaste for when you traverse to the lower parts of the mines. You wonder why? [The document is called The Atheist in case the image I linked isn't clear enough/you can't read it <3]

♡ It's very likely you've read the journals. Their decline into madness. Will this happen to you? Most likely. But you can't help but wonder, would Val have treated you like this before the downfall of this society? Or would they be human? You wish you could see it.

If you've brought them with you, I don't think they'd care lol. Unless, of course, you brought pieces of Knoth's gospel. They'd simply laugh at Knoth's idiocy and burn every piece.

♡ Val is very unpredictable. Their face exposes little to no emotion sometimes and it leaves you on edge quite a lot.

♡ Their relationship with you is even more interesting if you're in the New Testament. Love-Hate relationship. You hate them? Oh? Enemies to lovers?

1+ angst if you were lovers or close friends beforehand.

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The pain in your palms still throbs with pain, raw and angry; your body hates you for this. For the running, the screaming, the climbing. The flashbacks.

You hate the flashbacks. Like body, like mind you hate the reminders of your past.

But right now you'd kill to have one. To rid of this moment.

❝You've been through glorious Hell and back, isn't that right, my love?❞ The serpent, known to you as Val merely smirks at your pain as they lightly trail their fingers around the holes in your hands. Newfound Christ.

❝This land has been unkind to you. Unfortunate.❞ Their bony pointer finger lightly grazes the origins of your pain and you inhale, afraid of what they'll do.

But they merely chuckle and take your hand into theirs, gently. Uncharacteristic.

❝You shall worry no more about the Father's bullshit and his poor excuse of a following.❞ Val licks their lips, staring into your eyes with cold blue ones, and you wonder if this was a sad attempt at trying to ease your anxiety.

You pray as Val prods and picks and bandages you in places you didn't know you were injured, but you know God would rather sip his whiskey and grin at your displeasure.

May he have mercy.

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russellsppttemplates · 3 years ago

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How did Charles react during the birth of Amélie

Tw: childbirth (via c-section)

While Hervé's birth, despite being your first, went smoothly enough with the water birth, little Amélie decided that she wouldn't make it easy for anyone, not turning in time and ultimately making you have a c-section. The day had arrived and you had been feeling quite good despite the pain on your back from being overdue, "she's just comfy inside your tummy, mon coeur", he said as he tried to distract you from the nurses that were poking you and getting the catheters in you to make sure you were doing good. He thought that the OR setting would be worse than it was, learning the hard way that looking beyond the sheet would imply seeing your insides and, realistically, there was no need for that, right?, "just look at me and you'll be fine", you said as you noticed the colour on his face change slightly, chuckling slightly as the nurse kept checking on you while the medical team did their thing, "she's almost here!", someone announced and you felt a small pressure on your mid section before they lifted Amélie, wrapping her in a towell as they placed her on your chest, mindful of the wires and cables that were reading your vitals, "welcome to the world, ma petite princesse", Charles said as he stroked her skin, her little cries running to whimpers as she heard his voice, "I'm your papa, and you, myself, mama and Hervé are going to make so many memories together", he said before he allowed his eyes to fill with tears, focusing on your for a bit before he kissed your forehead.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

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bruisedconscience · 3 years ago

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James Wilson-centric House MD Episode Recs (mid-season 5 & prior only)

ey yo, I have a little list of Some Good Wilson episodes for folks who wanna see Wilson be Cute in canon. Haven’t finished my rewatch of the show and I’ve never seen all of it—I know some big spoilers but still, this is from where I am in the series & prior.

um. obvi spoiler warning for the show below! kept it as vague as I could regardless c: these can be yar-har’d or watched on BezosTV if you have it.

Feel free to watch in chronological order or skip around between the sections!

Cream of the Crop

S3e22 — Resignation — tw for offscreen/implied suicide attempt, but dosed on uppers Wilson is unfortunately cute as hell

S4e14 — Living the Dream — in this ep we learn abt Wilson being such a pushover, via his new GF (who is hinted at in s4e11 Frozen, below in the Honorable Mentions)

S5e4 — The Fall from Grace — Wilson loses somebody close to him & uses this as an excuse to stop enabling House and leave him in the dust. This plan immediately backfires. The guys are tense in this ep, and Wilson is fantastic.

S5e17 — The Social Contract — the patient in this ep keeps involuntarily hurting people’s feelings which sucks but ALSO Wilson is SAD and this hurts MY feelings and then he DOES share his problems and it’s such a good ep

Honorable Mentions

S3e4 — Lines in the Sand — the team works on not being ableist when an autistic kid comes in w/ chest pain & Wilson is cute @ House

S4e11 — Frozen — Centers on house a lot but Wilson is briefly criticized for looking cute, this comes up again with the CTB plot reveal at the end of the ep

S5e16 — The Softer Side — important gender vibes episode, also Wilson being concerned about House is cute

Edit 8/31 — The Pilot — How could I forget The Pilot

The Elephant in the Room

I’m explicitly not recommending House’s Head or Wilson’s Heart from the s4 finales… These episodes hurt and if you wanna watch them for the amazing Wilson content, it helps to build up to them and then crescendo down off them with the episodes that follow them, rather than targeting in on them in a patchy watch-through like this. But YMMV, so choose ur own course! Lmao

@eidetic187, these are for you and also for whoever else wants to know abt James Evan Wilson 💖 he’s so lovely 💕💕

#house md rp #james wilson #ooc #mun fave #eidetic187 ( spender reid )#[ that tag is cursed I apologize lmao it’ll be fixed someday!! ]#study: james

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kristalpepsi · 4 years ago

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Temptation Stairway Thoughts™ + Theory Discussion

TW: blood + Death mentions, Implied (forced/pushed) integration (systems), racism (against asians), unreality stuff bc the show is Like That, Trauma causd by therapy

TL;DR = I mainly talk about implied integration, n as some1 in a system tht! mkes me uncomfy! I mainly will talk abt wht I’m calling the multi-ena theory (n anothr theory ill call the Multiple/Multi-Enaverse Theory) thts been popping up n disccng how thts kind of the bggst thng keepng me on board! I won’t LIE I might b a little biased bc I rlly do like thise show b I am NOT blind so I will try 2 address som things. I also talk alot abt the Shepard n Phindol bc I love themb so much they make me very heart Big.

DISCLAIMERS:

Obviously Joel G Highkey/definitely/most probbly did not intend 4 any of thise, but media is very complic8d so u cn end up accidntlly making problmtc things or implyng not great things

I hav a typing quirkkkk so if u cant understand my post I rlly dont blame u! I’m sorry how I type is Incomprehensible™

Not an angry post, more like my brain is holding me host-ge until i talk abt everyth dskfjhd!!

DO NOT Send anyone in thise post hate or angry asks/messages or perish by my sword

OK so this recnt episde has me w vry vry mixd feelngs!!! I’m both happy n exctd! b litrlly 2 things is whts bothrng me. While I CLD jst say :I Am Lookng Away: i rlly do need 2 write it down. Under a Read-more bc im secure SKSJ

Part 0: I’m uncomfortable help

The Section wher i tlk abt n bring up othr ppl’s concerns

So fr most if nt all the frnds I hav who also wtch Ena ALSO has a vry “vr vry mixd feelngs now tht I’ve seen the episde!!” mood twrds Temptation Stairway! It’s 4 a bunch of rsns, like thise post (tw racism) mde by a frnd whch brings up a good point

Part 1: The Actual Intro

Episode 1 = Auction day (AD) Episode 2 = Extinction Party (EP) Episode 3 = Tempation Stairway (TS)

Who is Ena

Ena can b describd as an "abstract girl split in half, w 1 blue side n the other is her yellow side!" Each side (emotion/mood, 2 b specific) seems 2 hav their own voic actor credited along with seper8 credits 4 each mood! So far the canon sides r Ena (happy), Ena (sad), n Ena (drunk)! They seem 2 act accordingly: Happy acts happy n optimistc, Sad acts sad n especlly depressd, n Drunk acts confused n dizzy [In the Credits, it would look like thise: Ena (happy) by Gabe V., Ena (sad) by Lizzie Freeman, (drunk) Ena by Sam Meza

4 Episodes 1-2, thy follow thise pattern exctly! So we cn expect wht 2 see from them, n each voice actor is creditd accordngly as seper8 b all a part of Ena

On epside 3, Ena is seen as actng diffrnt!! She's suddnly less predictabl! I say thise bc Suddenly, her voic Actors r not stuck 2 Only their sides. Thise is also emphasized when looking at the credit list! No longer is it "Ena (happy) by Gabe V., Ena (sad) by Lizzie Freeman" it's now jst "ENA by Gabe V. and Lizzie Freeman"

Happy's voic can sound STRESSED n sad, Happy can tlk w Blue's side in mor control n Sad's voic can sound Really happy n optimistic. Somth's Diffrnt n Not The Same

Temptation Stairway Summary

Skipping 2 my point, The summary of the episode Temptation stairway is tht Moony and Ena have a bet 2 race 2 the Great Runas! The Great Runas, can grnt u any wish accordng 2 Moony n som of those Ena passes by on the wy. The wager, is tht "whoever reaches the top of the Great Runas n makes their wish 1st, has 2 pay the debts of the loser" (yes it’s phrased like that) As Ena journeys thru, The DIFFERENCES between Ena Temptation Stairway and Ena Extinction Party n Below, is mor obvious as the epsde progrsses, even 2 wher Happy's voic actor is the 1 screamng in agony 2 jst get murdered already. The Episode ends w Moony beatng Ena (but it's 100% possibl it can be the other way arnd, that ENA Beat Moony, b thats somth I'll discuss in a bit L8r). Moony splits in half, revealing that according 2 her, "she wished 2 be skinny" n a humanoid coms out of her previous form. As 4 Ena, Her blue side slowly dispprs n its not answrd why.

Theories so far, are:

Moony wished 4 Ena 2 b happy (or 4 her sad/blu side 2 go awy. 4 wht reason can b eithr wholsom or 2 Moony's advntge [like so she "doesnt have 2 deal w Sad Ena"]) - b if Moony wished 4 Ena 2 b happy/b rid of her sad side, tht wld mean perhaps she lied about wishing 2 be skinny (her new humanoid form may be how she is "paying her debt 2 the loser"). Unless the Runas can grant u more than 1 wish.

Ena ws the 1 who wished her blu side awy, whch is a little depressng tbh

If both the above r tru, it may b possibl bc it wsnt clarified (afaik) tht the great runas can only grant ONE person a wish (or more). I think we only get tht implica8ion bc we see 1 (open) door while in the distance, ther r more doors tht look like their eyes r closed. We hav 2 remembr Moony said "whoever makes their wish 1st whch means Ena n Moony can totlly mke wishes @ the sme time

Somhow, turning pure yellow/only happy is how Moony is payng her debt 2 Ena(??) (opposite 2 the 1st theory)

OR If Ena won the race, it can even b possibl 2 consider tht Ena did not make ANY wish, n her debt 2 pay 2 Moony is her sad/blue side removed (I do not subscribe 2 thise)

This info that was brought up 2 me is high evidenc that Moony won the race, n it explains how Moony surprises Ena whn Ena arrives. “I’m The Best and you’re the worst! I wonder who got the hair chest?” said by Ena, is a direct reference 2 a phrase usd by kids when they lose that goes “First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairy chest.”

“Whoever reaches the top of the Great Runas n makes their wish 1st, has 2 pay the debts of the loser.“ Might be phrased tht way as a weird way 2 pay 4 ur greed? (Last minute addition from me since some people wld think this is quoted wrong in and outside of the youtube comments)

i'm p sure ther may even b mor theories b i dont rmmbr them OOPS

Part 2: The Implied Integration Part AKA: How the System!Ena theory is affected by this episode

TW: Final fusion discussion, medical trauma (Is that the right word)

Disclaimer: This is 100% unintended by Joel G. That’s y the Alternative title 2 thise part is “How the System!Ena theory is affected by this episode”

2 GET IN2 the whole Implied Integr8ion part of my Essay™ I hav a theory calld system ena or sys!ena! (Check out my #system ena tag. This is in chronologicl order!) While thers no canon explan8ion 4 how Ena herslf is how she is, she mkes very intrstng n almst good accdntl Sys Represent8ion 2 me! They even show cofronting rlly well! I headcanon Ena as a system bc of the accidentl system!rep, but it explains 2 me y n how she switches! she has triggers 4 when she switchs 2 a diffrnt side, etc!

Ther hav been theories about Temptation Stairway in the past (before the episode cme out) wher ppl try 2 explain y the trailer Looks Like Tht. Besides theorizing abt the introduction of a new forme (I'm ok w just calling it Scared/Anxiety 4 now until 4rthr notic), 1 of the theories ive seen is tht Temptation Stairway's new introduced forme is due 2 being something akin 2 being "integr8d" (probably by force, accordin 2 the OP) (in other words, all her sides merge in2 one) n Ena being devast8td abt it

While tht theory is now DEBUNKED, bc the new forme clearly did not come out bc of being One Single Mind now, the "integr8ion" part of tht theory is unfortun8ly a littl tru

What is Integr8ion?

Integr8ion is not inherently a bad thing. In systems, ther are 2 definitions: "the breaking down of barriers 2 form healthy multiplicity, n then healthy communic8ion n less amnesiac barriers" and the othr, n mor FAMOUS definition bc its the oldest 1, is "final fusion"

Fnal Fusion is when all the members "fuse/merge" 2gether until ther is 1 single mind left. While not necssrlly a bad thng, final fusion n ther4 "integr8ion" is a scry thing 4 a lot of systems 2 talk abt, because in the history of Treatment, Final fusion is uslly somthng forcd on2 systems 4 the longest time :^(

Very valid 2 hav final fusion as a goal, b showng it as a desire n end goal is uslly seen as a sad n even scry thing 2 promote accdntly or not in media, bc of the previous traumas in the medicl/therapy world of system treatment etc

What's Worse. is tht if we apply the Ending 2 Temptation Stairway to the System!Ena Theory, thts wht hurts!!!

Scrolling back up 2 the possibl theories of who won the race and wht happened aftr, Either Moony or Ena wishing 4 the blue side/Sad Ena 2 go awy is rlly painful!

B I'll be honest, thts a RLLY biased n personal opinion i hav!! I've seen ppl think its rlly wholsom altho a bit Sad, tht the blue side disappears. I've seen ppl think its rlly sweet esp if it was Moony who mde tht wish

BSCLLY If I were to hold on2 the System!Ena headcanon while watchng the Temptation Stairway episode, its Hurtful, not rlly bc of the implied Integr8ion of Sides, but bc most top theories r that the blue side disappeard on Purpose either from Moony or Ena wishing her away or involvng the debt! It's like asking 4 ur sibling irl 2 Disappear and cease 2 exist. it's scary n rlly sad esp whn the audienc can c tht Sad, Happy, n Drunk cn almst b seen as their own persons n mite even b abl 2 interact w each othr (as seen by the many fanart of Happy n Sad having their own seper8 forms)

Ok so Now tht ive described my intro n Main Beef w the Episode, here's a theory I cn rlly get behind tht dsnt mke me wnna cry behind a Denny's. Prsnlly it's a rlly relievng theory even if it mite b hard 2 take in

Ther's no name 4 it, som call it the Enaverse, b just so it dsnt get confusd w other definitions (like, u wldnt call it the Marvel Cinematic Universe theory, the MCU is jst wht it is) I'm gnna call it the Multi-Ena theory! Bsclly, there's mor than 1 Ena in thise universe. But I'll get in2 a sub/partner theory tht is also possibl: ther is mor than 1 enaverse n somhow u may or may not b abl 2 travel between them

Part 3: The Multi-Ena theory

Something interesting I noticed was that the shepherds says “another ENA troublemaker?” Which definitely means more than one ENA/person has been there before.

(I blockd out the rest of the commnt not bc it ws bad, b i wantd 2 focus on this part of the commnt, but thise commnt will come up again L8r)

Not connected 2 System!Ena or the integr8ion issue I mentioned earlier, the multi-ena theory seems 2 b 1 of the top suggstd theories bc of many thngs! Bsclly n in short, thise theory believs tht in the series (or Enaverse), ther is multipl ena's! So fr i havent seen a post tht RLLY went in2 depth on thise so here is my attempt!

Evidence:

(See: above explanation on how the voic actors r credited 4 their roles individlly 2 explain my system!ena theory/intro) In episodes 1-2, Ena's diffrnt emotions/sides r creditd individually! In Temptation Stairway, Gabe n Lizzie Freeman r all creditd undr the sme nme, just as "Ena" (mening thise is a completely different Ena from the past)

Again, as said in my summry 4 Tempt8ion Stairway, thise Ena acts compltly diffrnt n is not follwng the sme "pattern" or rules as Ena did in Episodes 1-2! (Read above in my summary section) Either ther r stuff we've missd between Extinction Party n Temptation Stairway, or thise is a diffrnt Ena entirely. I'd hav 2 sy prsnlly tht I'm leanng 2wrds the latter bc of how the VA's are crdtd. but if ur not convinced, let me continu:

When we meet the Shepard in 7:52 of the episode, they say (verbatim) "Arghh... Another ENA trouble maker." which implies there r more than 1 Ena's

9:08 - 9:19 when Ena jumps in2 the "Holy Code" where we head undrwtr in2 a sea of diffrnt doors, we see floating Ena models (n the comment section seems 2 gravit8 2 callng them "dead bodies") (Honorary mention: You'll notic they glitch in2 Mannequins if u pay attention 2 them). This piec of info is Direct Evidence 2 the multi-ena theory, bc ther r Explicitly mor thn 1 ena's on screen! wht's concernng n unanswrd tho, is y do they glitch in2 mannequins? Does tht mean all the mannequins we sw on screen in the begnng of the video (n onwards) were all previously an Ena? Is it only an Ena tht can transform in2 a mannequin or cn othr chrctrs also become mannequins?

Not the strongst evidenc b i'll input it anywy: Ena's Action boxes (Like when she receivs or gives items) spell her nme her as ƎNA (with a backwrds E). The thing abt thise 1 is tht we can't compare it with Auction Day n Extinction Part bc they don't have any action boxes. BUT What we CAN compare is how she is spelled in the dialogue boxes of those speakng in diffrnt languages AND in the Credits! In Episodes 1-2, She's Spelled as Ena with this captialis8ion. In Temptation Stairway the dialogue and credits consitntly spell her as ENA in all caps. May or may not allude 2 her being diffrnt, b i will admit this is the most Strechiest piec of evidnc. Tru or not, I'd like 2 refer 2 Tempt8ion Stairway ena as TS!Ena or ƎNA, prsnlly 2 differenti8 her frm the othr episodes

Pronounci8ion: BUT 2 build on the above evidence, In the beginning of the episode, Moony DOES pronounc Ena's name in different wys a lot, startng w I-NA (ai-na), ENA (ehna), n finally JENA. And this isnt new! She’s been doing it sinc Auction Day (ee-nah/ii-na) n Extinction Party (ay-nah). Thise may or my not sggst that perhaps Moony's inconsistancy is bc these othr pronunci8ions or names cld b of other ena's she's met in the past w similr or diffrnt preferences! I’d say because of her constant switchng in the beginning of Temptation Stairway, it would lean 2wards that she may know different Ena’s @ once. Otherwise, c the Multi-Enaverse theory below

Note: Every othr charctr besides Moony (So far; Merci and the Shepard) Pronounces Ena as ehna (or ehna) so it might be that perhaps Eh-na is the universal way of pronouncng Ena?

Conlusions/thghts on this theory: I prsnlly like thise a lot!! It makes Enasonas Very Possible, b also tht any interpret8ion of Ena cn b corrct or possibl! It knda saddens me tho bc im not rlly sure if we'll ever return 2 the Ena we're used 2, I wldnt rlly want 2 b stuck w/o Sad bc I thnk her role is rlly neat n can b importnt, b im biasd. I also rlly subscribe 2 thise theory bc it means whtvr happend 2 TS!Ena ds not hav 2 be permanent in the long run; Again litrlly the only thng keepng me from gettng supr upset abt the ending of Temptation Stairway, is tht the prev ena’s r not the sme n wld possibly not do thise, or tht ther r othr ena’s out ther besides THISE episod 1, who wld nvr do tht, etc

Part 4: The Multiple Enaverses/Multi-Enaverse Theory AKA The Alternative In Defense of Moony Mispronouncing Ena’s name over and over

An alterntve 2 the Multi-Ena theory, is tht there is MORE thn 1 Enaverse! So bsclly, a multiverse theory. Primarily thise my explain Not jst Ena's sudden Shift in how diffrnt she is in thise episode b may also explain how Diffrnt Moony is actng in thise episode 2. While thise isnt the top theory i prsnlly subscribe 2 (sinc ther isnt explicit evidence besides it bein an explan8ion 4 Moony n Ena's weird/diffrnt behavior), it DOES open a lot of doors 2 intrstng things 2 thnk abt!

Bsclly Moony keeps mispronouncing Ena’s name a lot (in Tempation Stairway) n its Really Rude, esp consdrng she’s always said it properly (As in @ least 1nce in an episode n not switchng multiple times) b4! so 2 Explain her Sudden change in behavior, this is actlly a Different Moony, besides a different Ena. this is a whole different universe/timeline!

LIKE If not multiple Ena's, The different Loca8ions in Ena cn probbly b traversible across dimensions! The Holy Code may b the door 2 diffrnt enaverses. The Shepard's garden cld b an interdimensionl place tht is singular n deals w diffrnt beings passing thru! While i dnt hav mch 2 sy on thise, its RLLY Interestng 2 thnk abt

Like the Multi-Ena theory, thise also opens the doors 2 enasonas being vry possibl :^) Som ppl's evidences r all involvng Moony besides how Ena's rlly diffrnt

Moony can skateboard??

Moony's square shape hole can shrink 2 hold an item

while not strong ATM or frm wht i cn see, its still very inch restng!!! Tho I would sy it is VERY on par w the Multi-Ena theory anyway

Part 5: Honorary Mentions: Mini Theories

The Great Runas is actlly a play on the "Run As" Command! I'm not very Smart engh 2 break thise down vry well, b bsclly w all the allusion 2 "codes" n the Blood ID looking like a Chip, The Great Runas being abl 2 grant u wishes makes a lot of sense! This ws brought up 2 me from a friend (@ambercard)!

like its a command line. so then the great runas being able to grant wishes makes sense if its digital world like all the code stuff says Allows a user to run specific tools and programs with different permissions than the user's current logon provides.

Runas is a command-line tool that is built into Windows Vista. To use runas at the command line, open a command prompt, type runas with the appropriate parameters, and then press ENTER.

In the user interface for Windows Vista, the Run as… command has been changed to Run as administrator. However, you should rarely have to use the Run as administrator command because Windows Vista will automatically prompt you for an administrator password when it is needed.

and my friend who i was talking to said that probably explains what the password was for and the blood id being a login or something?

its possible using the blood id akin to using the run as administrator command since idk their name but one of the people ena met said the blood id didnt seem like her which is like. if she isnt administrator then it would make sense that using that command wouldnt match who she is

My response:

man do u realiz Ena uslly does not hav the corrct passwrd/admin privileges all the tme? Bc the guardian entity in extinction party askd her 4 1 b i guess it ws so Low Game tht it wsnt supr necsrry in the end

The Enaverse is all a computer code of some sort- most probbaly a game! AKA: This is a digital world

... If we were too treat this world as a video game this would make more sense since different play through bus and all that. Oh god this feels like a fnaf situation, taking a video that just wants to be a video and turning it into a big serious thing

Going with the whole ‘there are multiple enas representing the player’ theory, perhaps this ENA realized that she’s in a video game and isn’t taking it too well? But the game is kind of glitching out because of it.

Honorable Mentions: Random Info + Unanswered Questions

Ena seems self-aware of smth! (10:24 Ena screams "YOU'RE ALL LIVING A LIE!") May help the Run as command idea n the video game/digital reality idea! If not a video gme, they sure r Somewhere

What does the Great Runas look like?? is it the door? is ther mor thn 1 Runas?

What is Mariya n Gabo's Job? R they just like the Guardian Entity in Extinction Party but are assignd 2 this part/location of where they are?

In 6:30, wht does Ulysses mean by "Desires r never fulfilled nor quenched"? "You Will fail like the rest of them" Is he referring 2 the other Ena's that's passed by? who else have come n failed?

This Post Also brings up som good points I hvnt noticd yet!

Thise comment pretty much says everythng:

Standout things from this animation:

-This Ena switches between a male & female voice at seemingly random instead Happy speaking with a male voice and Sad speaking with a Sad voice. The text boxes noticeably refer to this Ena with a reversed E, and The Shepard says "Another Ena troublemaker", implying that there are multiple Enas. We also see some Ena corpses flickering into the mannequin bodies at one point. Third, at the end we see Ena's sad half turn from blue to yellow over the course of Ena & Moony's conversation. My personal theory is that this Ena is possibly 'broken' in some manner. -Moony either doesn't care or dosen't realize that Ena's voices aren't matching the personalities anymore. -The grey personality appears to come out when Ena gets too stressed out. Notably the transformation involves the happy half turning into static and exploding out, erasing Ena's face in the process. It also appears that some physical trauma (in this case, Brick Frog kicking Ena) is necessary to exit the grey personality, unlike the previously seen 'blackout' personalities which can possibly be switched by the other personality exerting themselves (in the auction episode, Ena enters her sad blackout/depressed personality, then switches to Happy!Ena, who apologizes to Moony about her depressed outburst). -Moony's hole is capable of closing to hold things, and she also knows how to skateboard. -Judging by Ena's reaction, Moony's transformation at the end is weird even by this universe's standards.

aaaand thats all 4 now! I really hope thats all my brain can think of skjsdhfsdfkh

Feel free 2 send me asks abt Ena theories n stuff! While this is a Comprehensiv post, it’s definitely mor focused on the Multi-Ena theory n my thghts on the episode whn it comes 2 how it affects the System Ena theory. I’m open 2 questions!!

Last Edit: Feb 19 2021 (GMT +8)

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aurekfonts · 4 years ago

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Translating the Sacred Jedi Texts - Part I

By Ender Smith

Adapted from the original twitter thread

This is the first part of an ongoing Jedi Text Translation series

The Sacred Jedi Texts are ancient writings of the Jedi religion in the world of Star Wars. Though their appearance is limited to just two of the films (The Last Jedi, and The Rise of Skywalker), they are given the thematic weight of representing the entire history of the Jedi religion.

In The Last Jedi, Yoda opines: “Read them, have you? Page turners they were not!”

Likewise, Phil Szostak (Lucasfilm creative art manager) has warned:

“designers don’t have time to add Easter eggs, lore hints or layers of symbolism (outside of the obvious). If you’re searching for hidden meaning in #StarWars art, it’s simply not there.”

Let us keep those thoughts in mind as we begin to explore and translate the Jedi Texts.

Jedi Texts Filler 01 by Dan Burke

Several unobscured pages of the Sacred Jedi Texts can be seen in The Art of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker by Phil Szostak. The pages themselves appear to be assembled from individual blocks of text and illustrations, in order to meet the high demand of pages required for the film.

By cross-referencing these images with the Visual Dictionary, we learn that this language seems to be interchangeably referred to as “Protobesh” and “Coremaic.”

The implied etymology of the name “Coremaic” is that the language comes from the galactic core, the core worlds, or perhaps a specific planet such as Corellia or Coruscant.

“Protobesh“ meanwhile might refer to a precursor/prototypical form of Aurebesh, the most common alphabet in the Old Republic, Imperial, and New Republic eras.

Since many alphabets in Star Wars are simple substitution ciphers for English (equivalent to the in-universe “Basic”), I decided to try an automatic tool to decrypt them. (Boxentriq is my favourite).

After trying various blocks of text, and adjusting the decryption parameters, I was nearly ready to concede that it was untranslatable gibberish, until a single passage caught my attention, from the left-hand page of Jedi Texts Filler 01 by Dan Burke:

I noticed a couple of repeated words, one with 3 letters, and another with 4. After some trial and error, I began to see words resolve throughout the passage:

It reads [sic]:

IN THE SECOND PHASE OF EACH STAR CYCLE THE JEDI THE JEDI IS OFFER ED. ORCE OF THEIR.

While some of the sentences are incomplete, the pendulum had swung entirely the other way, and I was certain it could be translated!

So I turned to the right-hand page to see how accurately I could decipher it.

Translating a Lengthy Passage

There are definitely some new letters mixed in there, but because I had already accounted for over half of the alphabet in the first passage, it was possible to work out the missing letters using context:

It reads in its entirety [sic]:

IN THE SECOND PHASE OF EACH STAR CYCLE THE C THE JEDI IS OFFERED THE CHANCE TO ALIGN THEIR BEING WITH THTHE ORCEOF THEIR CHOSENCRYSTAL.

THE FORCEIS STRONGEST THE FORCE FLO WS FREELY THE FORCE IS ALL.

THIS M EANOTHING TO ME.

[this line is not readable, due to corruption in my source image] COMMON.

IS OFT EN AND EASIL Y MIS ALIGNED.

SPLIT PIECES CAN BE NO LONGER OF NEL TOANEL THE FORCEFAIL ED PIECES ARE HIGHLY. AND THEREFORE ILL EGAL TO TRAD E PIECES ARE TRADED AMOUNGST THE SMUGGL ERS AND BLACK MARKE EERS AS AS A POWER SOURCE.

KRC FOUR ALTHUGH COMMON IS OFT EN AND EASILY MIS ALIGNED FIVE SPLIT PIECES CAN BE NO LONGER THE FORCEFAILED PIECES ARE HIGHLY VOL ITILE.

A) AND THEREFORE ILL EGAL TO TRADE B) PIECES ARE OFT EN TRAD AMOUNG ST THE SMUGGLERS

C) AND BLACK MARKE EERS AS A POWER SOURCE

D) KCR FOUR ALT HOUGH COMMON

E) IS OFT EN AND EASILY MISALIGNED

F) SECTION NC TW O DENSITY RAT IO EIGHT SIXTHS CENTRAL ALITION

AND THER EFORE ILLEGAL TRADE PI ECES AR TO TRADE PI ARE OFT EN TRAD AMOUNGST THE SMUGGL ERS AND BLACK MARKE EERS AS A POW ER SOURCE

ALIGNMENT

IGNITION PROCESS

CRYSTAL WILL SDIVIDE INTO THREE PIECES IS MIS ALIGNE S IS MIS ALIGNED VOLITILE ALTHOUGH COMMON.

Making Sense of it All

As you may be able to tell, there are several statements mixed together on this page with varying degrees of coherence.

I have attempted to reconstruct each source-statement as follows:

Regarding a ritual for the spiritual alignment of the crystal with the Jedi’s being:

In the second star cycle, the Jedi is offered the chance to align their being with the Force of their chosen crystal.

The Force is strongest when the Force flows freely. The Force is all.

Regarding the physical alignment of the crystal in the lightsaber:

Central alignment [with an accompanying illustration]

Ignition process [with an accompanying graph]

Section NC-2: Density ratio 8:6

Regarding flawed and damaged crystals:

[Crystals with some particular defect] are often and easily misaligned.

Split pieces can be no longer [functional? useable?].

The Force-failed pieces are highly volatile and therefore illegal to trade.

Pieces are therefore traded amongst the smugglers and black-marketeers as a power source.

Regarding the author’s personal feelings at time of writing:

This means nothing to me.

In Conclusion: Was Yoda Right?

If we take the literal text on the page as canonical, as existing exactly like this in the diegesis of the films, this particular Sacred Text seem to exhibit circular, stream-of-consciousness meditations upon complex scientific, religious, and economic systems. If so, I think we would be justified in agreeing with Yoda that “Page turners they were not.”

As for Phil Szostak’s statement from before, that “designers don’t have time to add Easter eggs, lore hints or layers of symbolism (outside of the obvious). If you’re searching for hidden meaning in #StarWars art, it’s simply not there,” I think it is important that we take it in context.

The concept artists behind Star Wars often do not spend more than a couple of hours on an individual painting. The pressures of the production schedule require artists to work quickly and iteratively. Ideas are thrown out and scrapped at a rapid pace as the story, design, and construction is undertaken.

While these pages are filled with references to kyber crystals and Jedi rituals, there is nothing too profound or complicated discussed. The repetition is the result of quickly copied phrases that are there to fill space and to visually tell a story of the volumes of Jedi texts and the writings they contain. That they contain any lore at all is remarkable, but we must not take that to mean that anything they say is immutable canon.

In other words, take the artist’s words at face-value here: “The Force flows freely. The Force is all. This means nothing to me.”

Resources & Acknowledgements

Here is my Protobesh alphabet chart based on my translations:

Ender Smith is the editor-in-chief of AurekFonts: the unofficial archive of in-universe Star Wars fonts.

Support future translations and typographic design at ko-fi.com/aurekfonts.

All photos used are the property of Lucasfilm Ltd. They have been used altered and unaltered for educational and critical purposes in accordance with Fair Use law.

#star wars #the last jedi #sacred jedi texts #aurebesh #rise of skywalker #translation #sw-translation #protobesh #coremaic #sjt-translation

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uhohsuh · 5 years ago

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why you shouldn’t support squigglegigs (hannah/fork)

this post is long overdue, but incredibly necessary. fork (squigglegigs) has been active on tumblr since 2011. she’s gone on and on about how she’s been a responsible adult in the many child/teen-targeted fandoms she’s in, but while she’s been befriending minors as young as 14, she’s also been consuming NSFW works of children just as young. below is a detailed account of how she’s been doing this since 2013 and still does it today. a google doc will also be listed if that’s easier to read.

tw for: pedophilia, incest, and gore

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vE0wydzLSA5ek08Y0spuIQSSptL-6Wav2eX8gSm3Fkg/edit?usp=sharing

Since tumblr is a terrible website, images are not present in this post, but are available in the google doc. Honestly you should just read that instead because the NSFW evidence is available there as well.

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 1)

This first section will talk about events occurring between 2013 and 2016. It is important to note that Fork (squigglegigs) was 20-23 during this time. Her friend Limey (who plays a large role) was 22-25.

Fork drew NSFW Weinerham art in 2013, a ship from RC9GN between two 14 year olds. Fork would have been 20 at the time.

Fork read NSFW fic of SheZow in 2013. The main characters in SheZow are

12 and 14.

On Fork’s deviantart page, lostflame41, she has ship art between Mabel Pines

(12/13)

and Wendy Corduroy

(15),

posted in March 2014. Although not sexually explicit, a comment on the art talked about a NSFW fic between the two minors. Her replies to the comments heavily implies that she was interested in reading about sex between the two.

Fork has maintained a friendship with a person named Limey since 2013. Limey has used many usernames (

limey404, doublepines, bleventeen, gan-man, etc.)

; these usernames will be mentioned but Limey will still be referred to by name.From

2013-2016

, Limey operated under the tumblr blog ‘doublepines’, which primarily created

NSFW incestuous ship art

between the characters Dipper and Mabel Pines, who are both

12/13

in canon.

Although Limey drew all NSFW of them aged up, they are presented as teenagers and any time these aged-up versions are given a clear age, Limey says they are

(meaning they are still minors). NSFW art of anyone under 18, including fictional characters, qualifies as child pornography according to PROTECT Act of 2003/ 18 U. S. C. § 1466A.

Fork clearly knew about and supported this blog. She reblogged non-NSFW on her main blog (because it wasn’t “that pinecesty so it can go here”, implying that she had a secondary blog on which she did reblog the pinecest art) and mentioned doublepines several times in other posts. These posts confirm that Limey was the person who operated doublepines, such as a post reblogged from the doublepines account where Fork calls DP Limey in the tags.Here is Fork liking a

pinecest comic

, and here is her liking a

NSFW pinecest comic

(no NSFW images are directly shown in the video). Fork answered several questions about Limey following the deletion of the doublepines account, further confirming that they were friends at the time.Fork also had a series called “Cartoon Rompus”, a Danganronpa parody featuring modern cartoon characters. Fork once drew the Cartoon Rompus version of Dipper Pines

(still 12/13)

kissing the corpse of another child. Limey also drew detailed gore art for Fork’s series on her account bleventeen/limey404. The art in question has Mabel Pines brutally murdered, with her stomach ripped open and her legs torn off (image in NSFW section). Fork liked and reblogged the piece.This is not the only artist who creates/created NSFW art that Fork has liked. She has several pieces of Randy Cunningham Ninth Grade Ninja art reblogged on her main account that depict a 14 year old character in risque positions/outfits. The artist who drew this piece is hyperdolk, and Fork has several other pieces of their art reblogged. A simple google search will find that this artist was infamous for drawing NSFW between Randy and another minor.

Fork herself has liked their NSFW pieces, such as a drawing featuring two 14 year olds in their underwear

(video evidence provided in NSFW section of the google doc).

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 2)

This section spans from 2018 to today.

In 2018, Fork liked porn of the ship Montacroix, two OCs from her Suh Sire Project, one of which belongs to Fork. Her character who is in this art, Merl, is at least 15 and, at most, 17. The other character is listed as being 17 on the Official Suh Sire page. Fork would have been 25 at the time. (video evidence of her liking FOUR pieces is in the NSFW section of the google doc).

Limey creating pedophilic NSFW art which Fork then enjoys is something that continues to this day.

Limey currently runs a tumblr account called gan-man in which she posts NSFW art of April and Donatello from the 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon series. April is canonically 16, and Donatello is canonically 15.

Limey posted a page of NSFW doodles of the two minors having sex in August 2020. Fork liked this post from her main blog, squigglegigs. Fork is 27, Limey is 29. They are both almost twice the age of these characters. (video, image evidence is provided in the NSFW section of the google doc)

FRIENDSHIP WITH SEVERAL MINORS

Fork has maintained several friendships with actual minors from at least 2017 continuing to today. For safety and privacy, no minors will be named in this document, regardless of whether they are now 18+ or not. However, even with anonymity it is obvious who several of these minors are due to their popularity and association with Fork. We ask that you do not attempt to discover their identities or harass these people in any way over these allegations.

Fork has been friends with two tumblr users beginning in 2017. At this time, Fork was 24 years old. These two users were 14 and 17. Fork had a private chat with these two minors and glamorized the relationship to outsiders. The group had its own name, received fanart, etc.

Fork is friends with several other minors as well. Several collaborators on her Suh Sire project would have been minors when she included them in her project and had them design characters for her to use.

Her guyslikeus discord had members as young as twelve. Askguyslikeus was a BMC ask blog which has some NSFW-ish content. Fork was at least 24 at the time of its creation.

In response to a question asked about the chat, she: acknowledges that there are 12 year olds present, acknowledges the NSFW content, does not attempt to discourage other 12 year olds from joining, and basically says that anyone above the age of 10 is welcome to join.

In her invite-only Discord group chats upwards of half of the members were minors, some being as young as 14. Unfortunately only first-hand accounts of this are available, as these group chats are now deleted.

Fork continues to involve herself in fandoms targeted at children/teens and mostly populated by minors, such as: Gravity Falls, Be More Chill, Trolls, TMNT, SheZow, etc. While nothing is inherently wrong with being an adult in these fandoms, Fork befriends minors in these fandoms, then turns around and consumes porn of characters around the same age.

The NSFW evidence for this is present in the google doc. I recommend you either save a copy of it or this post in the off chance that Fork is able to remove it somehow.

TD;LR: Fork is a grown woman who continuously participates in fandoms targeted at children and teens, befriends several minors through those fandoms, and then turns around and consumes porn of child/teen characters the same ages as her young friends. The way she uses her platform to befriend minors while consuming NSFW porn of minors secretly is deeply concerning and, frankly, should not be tolerated.

#squigglegigs #askguyslikeus #suh sire #hattie cabrera #merl montgomery #bmc #be more chill #tmnt2012 #doctor who #infinity train

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LIANA LIBERATO / CIS FEMALE. — saige beaumont is really making a name for themselves as a sheep. i think that she is studying criminal psychology + linguistics in their junior year at lockwood, living in alpha nu. originally from thibodaux, louisiana, saige is known to be blithe & energetic, but can also be evasive & irrational. — james / 20 / est / she/they.

hi !! this is mostly just a repost, but there has been added information to her biography section, as well as her connections to the victims. i’m excited to continue rping with u all !!!

TW DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, IMPLIED ABUSE, ADDICTION, HIT & RUN.

a e s t h e t i c s

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

general info !!

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): n/a so give her some uwu

b.o.d. - july 7th, 21 whole yrs old.

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.

height: 5′7″ !!

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK but she also prefers masc-presenting folks

stats

biography !!

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert beaumont, US lieutenant general, and manon levesque, world renown fashion designer. both calculating, cold, and purposeful.

saige never believed she was created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire, molded to their will.

it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning the cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years.

kept on a short leash, homeschooled, and learning skills she had no interest in – she was more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she felt restrictively tethered to her parents.

she had always felt this way. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends – saige would be there one day, and gone the next. a ghost, a very visible ghost. even so, she tried her hardest.

running from bodyguards (nannies, in a sense. her father is a paranoid man) into festival crowds and climbing out of windows in the dark of night to swim in lakes with locals she’d meet only a few hours earlier – she absorbed as much of what she could get; this intense, undying love for a world she had always craved to see.

it was the start of something near dangerous – a phase that seemed to never end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. the bad sort of crowd was the crowd she found herself landing, more often than not – introducing the sheltered girl to a world she hadn’t quite known existed

she ran away, briefly, at age fifteen with a man three years older than her – which nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though the guilt of her parents’ disappointed weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse

from that point on, she became a problem child. from public intoxication to vandalism – it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could contain her.

boarding school was a small attempt to stop it – she got expelled.

she hadn’t intended to go to university, either – but, by some chance – and after a mysterious year-long disappearance from public eye during her eighteenth year of life, next thing she knew, she was a student at lockwood university.

she was involved in a getaway chase from an armed robbery at a bank which then turned into a hit-and-run in washington when she was on the brink of turning eighteen. it was a situation she had no control over, not knowing her role in the scheme until it was too late to turn back. the victim survived but saige’s family has been paying the medical fees since then. her parents haven’t spoken to her since.

ever since the accident, saige has avoided causing too much trouble - generally staying out of headlines and tabloids, partially in fear of her parents finally cutting ties, and partially in fear of doing something that’ll cost another person their life.

and while too afraid to visit the victim & their family, every month since the conviction of the others involved - she’ll visit one of them in particular. it’s been three years and saige has shown no sign of stopping.

during her last visit, he had sent her on a scavenger hunt resulting in her breaking into his brother’s (& his, technically) home and finding a second iPhone - one she had no idea he had, one with the watershed app installed. their intentions was for saige to be able to access the app - but his shepherd access had been revoked, and the phone had already been wiped clean. regardless, saige took it back to rochester with her.

personality !!

bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s got so much fucking energy on her – she goes running every morning and every night and swims like every afternoon and she’s n e v e r tired ?? the personality of a coke bottle shaken up but like if the bottle could laugh.

tries her hardest to be the Happy Fun friend, y’know, the one who can hook you up w/ some sicccc shit b/c she befriended/possibly slept with her drug dealer and now she gets discounts.

like, generally, comes off as very confident of herself and fearless and, like, yes–reckless, but like a fun reckless, y’know ??

talks a l o t, could ramble for days, hand gestures and all.

if she wants to do something, she will do it and there’s not much you can do to stop her tbh. she’s very easy-going, very go-go-go, very…mischievous, y’know? even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kinda just have to let her do it or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and you’ll feel ?? this weird sense of guilt ?? which isn’t the Best thing but she’s not the best person either so dfghjh

a vegetarian !! meat makes her sick, like, physically.

uuuhh her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘y’knows’, y’know ??

i am like 99% sure she’s got adhd but she’s never been diagnosed with it b/c her parents suck with that stuff. her parents sort of suck in general.

like…she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. she’s not disowned…like, yet, but they haven’t said more than like five words to each other since saige was eighteen and it k i l l s her but they also send her a shit ton of money every month so.

owns like…four cars…..she has them all on campus…..she prolly isn’t suppose to…but she does…one of them’s a real sleek sports car, one is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like LED lights n shit, one is the same exact fucking car from the princess diaries b/c saige is obsessed w/ the movie. the other is like. a mini cooper probably.

a photographer, her walls are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants and in general her room is very ?? cluttered ?? like it’s very home-y but god. she’s a mess. clothes everywhere. she’s probably got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies on a chair in the corner that she hasn’t touched in a while

speaking of !! she has a bunch of random, like, skills ?? like knitting and sewing and cooking and three different forms of ballroom dancing, and she can definitely work a gun and a car engine except she goes thru interests so rapidly and is disinterested in most of the other ones b/c her parents forced like half of them onto her.

she plays bass guitar. she loves her bass guitar. she knows other instruments but the only ones she’ll really fidget with are her bass guitar and like, her violin. everything else she’s like ~okay~ at

got really obsessed with languages at a young age and started learning them ?? her mother is like. super french, like genuinely from france, so she already grew up speaking both english and french but she’s learnt others for the hell of it and she’s still learning like three other at the same time which is a MESS but she’s a mess so like can u blame her sdfghj

but like i said, she’s v e r y reckless. very much a party girl. she uses like…quite a few drugs, both socially and alone and frankly – she’s rarely sober.

a budding alcoholic because she’s convinced that without it she’ll be Miserable and Horrible to everybody because she’s a Horrible, Awful person who is the absolute Worse and if drinking vodka mixed in with 23 crystal lite packets helps with not thinking like that then she’ll do it no questions asked

its a problem she’s been developing since she was younger, only amplified by … the situation, that happened when she was eighteen.

is essentially wearing this mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness b/c she doesnt want people to think she’s doing Not Okay.

she loves so much. she loves everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either. if ur a shitty person/come off as an asshole then she’ll be more likely to be attracted to her b/c shes Always been like this. finds them super interesting which is ?? questionable ?? sometimes i want to just. knock some sense into her but y’know what…it’s fine we’re Fine

she gets around p frequently but is also the type of person who’ll like, try n maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with b/c the idea of having regrettable encounters is smth that Bothers her and she just pretty much refuses.

it’s honestly a bit of a problem ?? she blurs the lines between friendship and Something, Anything More too often and with too many people b/c she just. wants to be loved. but there is never enough !

she does stick n pokes !! a whole bunch !! let her give you one !! she can’t draw for shit but i mean, who cares, right ??

uuuhh her mom sends her like…prototypes of things she designs n shit that isn’t out yet and saige 100% always gives it away or it sits in her closet and essentially that is her go-to gift for birthdays or christmas or whenever she feels like it

there’s literally sm i could say about her but i’ll stop Here b/c it’s getting too long sksksksk

connections to the victims !!

tatiana samuels / saige & tatiana met when they were freshmen and junior, respectively. they quickly became friends - mostly seen together at parties, where they’d encourage each other to do more, more, more. their friendship was ended after they’d taken a friend’s car on a joyride and wound up crashing it off of a back road. saige freaked out about it & tatiana ... did not. as a result of their very different reactions, and saige’s fear of landing in the news, they cut ties.

george craig iii / saige had met george after bringing tatiana back to her dorm one night where they accidentally crossed paths. one thing led to another and they wound up sleeping together. it hadn’t meant to be a thing at all, but there had been two other incidents of them ‘accidentally crossing paths’ before his disappearance.

hana williams / for the two of them to not be friends would be, frankly - weird, due to their similar friendly personalities. they got along well, but weren’t the closest pair.

christoph wainwright / they had hooked up numerous times before without issue, but christoph’s jealous yet emotionally unavailable personality & saige’s own conflicted feelings had resulted in a huge fight, which led to their falling out - which led to them quickly becoming enemies, instead.

wanted connections !!

give me. a best friend. just somebody who sticks by her side even though she’s a Mess

like, a ride or die ?? is that the same as a best friend ?? idc i want both :)

and just in general, like, people she’s p close to ?? she’s really friendly and is the kind of girl who’d be really popular in high school but doesn’t care abt popularity n talks to literally Everybody like she’s known them all her life.

ESP if ur muse is a lil grumpier !! she will fuck their shit up, but like, in a friendship way.

party pals, where they don’t talk that much outside of parties but inside them ?? super close. glued to the hip. hold-your-hair-back kinda tight.

frenemies ?? fake friends ?? toxic pals ?? ppl using her for her money or like, sex, or something ?? anything ??

bad influences ?? who just encourage all of saige’s shit ??

good influences ?? who are like YOINK stop being an idiot.

a tutor b/c she’s like…she’s smart, okay, but she’s also really stupid LMAO. she’s rly bad at math and science. somebody help her.

hook ups ?? fwbs ?? that one, rare one-night-stand that went weird ??

exes ?? she’s sorta noncommittal so idk how long they would’ve dated but like sjdfkbo yolo ?? ex hook-ups too ??

…somebody who just. hates her. but she doesn’t realize bc she’s a big ol’ idiot. she thinks theyre pals !!

let her b a thorn in someone’s side, just like, an absolute annoyance LMAO

gimme an enemy, or like an ex-best friend where something happened between them n it ruined their friendship

i will take literally anything i dont know

she steals ur character’s mail ?? ur cat keeps escaping and she keeps letting them inside even tho she’s allergic ??

one of those friendships where theyre always bickering like an old married couple ?? but it’s Purely Platonic (or is it ??)

an off-and-on again that just. it’s not good for either of them b/c they keep enabling each other and then getting pissed off and it’s a Mess but ?? it’s so hard to stop.

the drug dealer she keeps sleeping with even though she can just … pay for her shit. b/c it’s funner this way !

just … people where their like … relationship status is Blurred and it’s like, are they a thing? are they not? b/c she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to !

please. take her. give me connections.

#wshintro #alcoholism tw #drugs tw #implied abuse #addiction tw #hit and run tw

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informationcentral · 3 years ago

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2. First Day Free

(F/FF) ~ Favorite Fast Food Place

(F/MI) ~ Favorite Menu Item

(F/C) ~ Favorite Kind of Coffee

TWs ~ Mentions of child abuse, implied alcoholism, descriptions of violence and murder, some homophobia

You yawned, turning off the alarm on your phone. Stretching your arms over your head, memories of what had happened rushed back into your mind. You sighed, moving to the edge of the bed. You realized you hadn't packed any extra clothes and groaned loudly. You had to go to school, but it wasn't like you could go in the grimy clothes you wore yesterday. "I'll just pick up some cheap clothes at a store before I go to school, and change into them in the store's bathroom and put these clothes in my backpack." You plotted, zipping your backpack back up. You stalked into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up. You took a quick shower and brushed your teeth and hair. Once freshened up, you walked back into the bedroom and unplugged your phone. It was 7:16, and school starts at 8:00. You had time to go grab clothes, and hopefully grab something to eat at McDonalds or something. The hotel took what was almost all of the money you got from Rosemary for a three day stay, but luckily you had taken a good amount of our own cash with you. You made sure you had everything you needed on you, and exited the hotel room. You shut and locked the door, double checking it wouldn't open. Once you were sure, you began walking down the hallway towards the elevator. The hotel was relatively silent, the only noise you could hear was the muffled sounds of TVs.

You made it to the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor. The metal doors closed, and some classy music started playing from the elevator speakers. You stared blankly at the wall, trying to get a hold on your thoughts and think about what you should do. "Well guess I'm on my own now. I suppose this is better than being abused." You thought with a sigh. You sat in the elevator for a bit longer before the doors opened once again. You stepped out into the lobby, waving a polite greeting over at the desk worker, who was different than yesterdays. You exited the hotel, looking around. This area wasn't completely new for you, and you knew where some places were. You never came here often enough to know the layout of the town though. You pulled out your phone, looking up directions for the nearest Walmart. You started walking the way your phone instructed you, taking in the scenery. It was chilly, and the sun hadn't fully risen above the horizon yet. However the plant life did seem a bit more lively than usual, hinting at the closeness of spring. You were excited to finally get school over and done with. You were worried that since your future was so uncertain, something may happen to prevent you from going. Having to drop out so late in the year would suck, especially since you were on the track to get a good scholarship at a nice collage. You weren't really sure what you would do after collage though, you never really planned out your life. "On the topic of work, I need to get a job. I can't live off of what I have now for long." You noted in your head, walking into the Walmart.

You bee-lined for the clothing section, quickly scanning over your options. You found a nice, relatively cheap, long-sleeved black shirt that you thought would go nice under a baggy t-shirt. Layering clothes would help keep you warm throughout the day without the need to buy an expensive jacket. Most of the jackets were around 30 to 50 dollars, and you couldn't spend that kind of money on just one article of clothing. You looked around at the t-shirts, grabbing a baggy seaweed colored one. You finished off the outfit with a pair of baggy black pants. Overall the outfit was around 65 dollars, which was a good price all things considered. You made your way to the self checkout, quickly scanning and paying for the clothes. You took your phone out of your pocket, looking at the time. It was 7:40, meaning you only had 20 minutes to change and get to school. You dashed over to the bathrooms in the store, locking yourself in a stall so you could quickly change. Removing the old clothes you had on, you changed into the new clothes. You cut the tags off with your switchblade, gathering them in your hand. You opened the stall, walking over to the trash can. You dumped the, now cut off, tags into it and looked yourself over in the mirror. You looked relatively presentable, which was good. You grabbed your bag, making your way back out of the store. Your school was around 1.5 miles away, meaning if you dashed for it you could make it there in time, and still have some time to grab the stuff you need.

With that thought, you began running in the direction your school was, with a bit more help from your phone. You immediately regretted this, as your feet started hurting again. You pushed through the pain, your steps rhythmically hitting the pavement beneath you as you traversed through town. After about 15 minutes you made it to the school, and your chest burned. You had 5 minutes to go to your locker and head to class. You weaved around people in the hallways, quickly making it to your locker. You opened your bag, setting it on the floor in front of you. You put in your locker combination, opening your locker. You grabbed onto the various notebooks and textbooks you needed, holding them tightly in one arm. You reached down, grabbing out your dirty clothes and put them inside your now-empty locker. Placing the notebooks and textbooks you were holding into your bag, you took a second to run through your schedule today. You had Civics first, then Language, Science, Gym, Lunch, Math, and finally Art. You couldn't wait for lunch, not having breakfast was already taking an affect on you. You slammed your locker shut, quietly making your way to Homeroom. You walked into the room right as the bell rang, and made your way to your assigned seat. The announcements started playing as your homeroom teacher, who was also the Science teacher, took attendance. Homeroom was pretty short, only lasting 15 minutes before you had to go to Civics.

The day went by relatively quickly, and before you knew it, it was time to go home. Or, well, time to go back to the hotel. You opened your locker, putting your unneeded books back into it. You took out your dirty clothes, shoving them into your bag quickly before anyone could see. You zipped up your bag, and began walking to the front entrance of the school. You kept your head tilted downwards to avoid making unwanted eye contact with anyone, specifically the popular people. They trash talked anyone and everyone, even one another. They were all unbelievably toxic and selfish. You realized you were close to the exit, and the thought of being out of school sent a wave of serotonin rushing through you. You didn't hate school, it was just hard to be inside and sitting all day. You ran your fingers through your hair, walking out of the school. You were a bit hungry, so you decided to stop by a local café and get something to eat. You knew there was one nearby that you went to sometimes, it was a quiet, cozy place that was good to do work at. You just had to head to the hotel to grab your laptop first. You leisurely made your way back to the hotel, your mind filled with thoughts. You needed to find a job, and fast. You didn't know how long you would need to support yourself for. You also had to get some stuff from your room somehow, maybe you could sneak back in through a window. Your parents usually left a window or two unlocked when they passed out drunk, you just hoped they hadn't sold your stuff yet. You wouldn't put it against them to do so. You just needed some clothes, your hygiene products, and your drawing stuff.

You entered your hotel room, placing your bag down on the floor. You opened it, removing the clothes. You placed the clothing on the small wooden desk in the corner, taking your laptop into your hands. You unplugged it from the wall, and put it in your bag with your school books. You zipped the bag back up, making sure you had your wallet, and left the room. You made it back outside the hotel, and started walking towards the café. You preplanned what you were going to order, calculating the cost in your head. You could pick up a croissant and a coffee, and still have some money to spend on getting dinner. You could order something cheap from (F/FF) for dinner, or you could pick up a cheap thing of ramen at the store. Ramen would be cheaper, but you were craving (F/MI). "I'll just decide later, I have more important things to focus on anyways," You thought, walking into the café. There weren't many people inside, and those who were inside were quietly drinking their coffee as they worked. You walked up to the counter, greeting the worker in a happy voice.

"Hello, welcome to Cup of Mocha Café! What can I get you today?" The worker asked, smiling politely.

"Hi, could I get a croissant and a (F/C)?" You ordered your food, feeling the most relaxed than you've ever felt since you ran away. It was nice.

"Alright! That'll be 15 dollars." The woman informed you. You opened up your wallet, grabbing a ten and a five to hand to the woman. "Thank you. Your order will be ready soon." She stated, putting the cash into the register. You nodded, and turned to look at the available seating options. There was a table with a comfortable-looking seat in front of the front window. You walked over and sat down, taking your books and laptop out of the bag. You placed them on the table, and began your homework for the night. After a few minutes you got your food, and you made sure you savored the freshly baked pastry. You were in the café for about an hour before a loud group of four came in. You glanced up at them, glaring. It didn't take you long to identify who the people in the group were. It was some of the popular girls, and one of the many boys they dragged around with them. The three girls all had multiple boyfriends who were too desperate for popularity to leave them. You scoffed in annoyance as the girls loudly ordered half of the stuff on the menu, before going over to a booth nearby. You put your volume up higher, trying to get yourself refocused on your work. You were writing a short freeform story for Language. Just as you were able to focus back on word and get back into a flow, you saw someone approach you from your peripheral vision. You sighed, taking out one of your earbuds.

"Do you need something?" You seethed out at the girl. She was holding up her phone at you, and you immediately knew something bad was going to happen. "Why does something just HAVE to happen when I feel relaxed?" You internally complained, squinting your eyes angrily at her.

"Oh, nothing! Just documenting a gay freak in it's natural habitat!" The girl laughed, causing the others watching from their table to do the same.

"Fuck off, bitch. At least I'm trying to make it somewhere in life other than a shitty studio apartment with an abusive boyfriend that I can't leave because I don't have a job and no rich man wants me because I peaked in high school." You grunted bluntly. The girl's face contorted in anger at your response, she probably didn't know you would argue back. Normally you wouldn't, and just take the abuse like you did with your parents, but you were too stressed and annoyed to take her shit.

"I'm recording this you know, I could get you in trouble for bullying for saying that!" The girl sneered, thinking she had the high ground. You rolled your eyes, feeling your anger rising in you. In a fit of rage, you snatched her phone from her and slammed it as hard as you could on the café ground. She gasped, looking down at her cracked phone. "Why the hell did you do that!" She gasped, reaching down to grab her phone. As soon as she had her hand on it, you stomped down on her hand and phone. She yelled out, jumping back from you as you continued to stomp her phone down. She looked down in shock, the other people she was with looking just as shocked. You knew that you had attention drawn on you, but you didn't really care at this point.

"Whoops, sorry." You said monotonously, going back to your work. The girl shrieked in anger, grabbing onto you and forcing you out of your seat. You immediately tried fighting back as she slammed you against the table, trying to hit you. She tugged harshly at your hair, and you felt tears well in your eyes at the sharp pain. You hit her back, tugging on her hair even harder than she did to you. She yelped, and her grip weakened for just enough time for you to push her away and punch her square in the face. You didn't know what came over you, maybe it was the adrenaline, but when your hand and her face connected you heard a sickening crunch. She fell to the ground, blood oozing out of her disfigured nose. Surprisingly she tried to stumble to her feet, and you decided to grab the switch blade from your backpack. You slipped it into your pocket for easy access in case she tried fighting you again.

"Courtnee, don't! Oh my god.." One of the other girls yelled as the girl jumped on you. You pushed her off, kicking her ankles to make her fall. She collapsed to the ground, and grabbed your leg. She pulled you to the ground, and started punching your face. You grabbed her wrists, and the two of you began wrestling on the ground. You heard the employee from earlier speaking hurriedly on the phone with who you assumed was the police. You tried to free yourself from the girl's grasp, but she wrapped her hands around your throat. She squeezed hard, and you gasped. You reached into your pocket, flipping your switch blade knife open. You saw the other girls and guy come over and try and pry her off, and failing. Holding the knife with a white-knuckled grip, you swung upwards towards her. The knife sank into the flesh of the side of her neck. Blood squirted out of her neck, painting her neck and face red. You realized that you had stabbed her in her carotid artery, explaining why she was loosing so much blood. The other customers screamed as you threw her off of you. You pushed her friends away, grabbing your bag and laptop quickly. You felt someone try and grab you, so you turned and swung blindly at them. You ended up leaving a mean cut on the guy's cheek, which distracted him enough for you to be able to dash away. As you ran you closed the blade and put it into your pocket again. You were able to make it back to your hotel room, but you knew you couldn't stay any longer. The police would be after you, and they definitely would know what you look like. You frantically packed all of your belongings back into your bag, tears streaming down your face.

"Did I kill her? Fuck, fuck what do I do! What got into me, what the fuck!" Your thoughts spiraled, and you got lost in them. You had made a very suspicious exit from the hotel - you ran out muttering about killing - and just started running. It wasn't long before you heard police sirens chasing after you, getting closer and closer. You were near the park now. "There's a forest next to the park, maybe I can run into it and duck into some bushes or climb a tall tree." You thought quickly, running into the park. The police cars couldn't really follow you in, so the police men were stuck on foot. Luckily since you had been running so much lately you could just barely keep enough space between you and them to loose them in the forest. Once you were deep enough into the forest that they couldn't see you very well, you took a sharp left, almost tripping over multiple things as you did. You ran in a zig-zag pattern in case they had brought any guns with them and saw you. Once you couldn't hear their footsteps as well, you climbed the nearest sturdy tree. You had probably set some kind of record with your climbing too with how fast you climbed. "What is it with me and all this weird strength lately? I know there's a lot of adrenaline in me right now, but Jesus Christ!" You thought exasperatedly as you sat on the tallest, sturdiest branch of the tree catching your breath. You watched as the police men ran right past where you were, one of them calling back up on his walkie-talking. You let out a big sigh, hugging your backpack to your chest tightly for some form of comfort. You didn't know what to do, could life get any worse at this point?

You groaned, wiping the tears off of your face. "The only contact I have is Rosemary's... should I call her? I can just lie about where I'm hiding if I need to. She's my only hope at this point.." You sucked in a sharp breath. You knew that it was likely she'd just freak out and call the police, but it was a chance you were willing to take if it meant being able to hide out somewhere. You took your phone out of your bag, along with the card she had given you just the day prior. You dialed the number, anxiety pooling in your stomach.

"Hello?"

"Rosemary, I fucked up."

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