#adam 005

[psioniccrown]

for: adam. [ @adamsonofzeus ] where: the docks.

for the last few hours, kovider wolfe has listened to two satyrs bicker back and forth about who gets to eat the grass around the amphitheater. it was a lengthy debate, one that got heated, one that pushed on kovider's patience and nerves. he wasn't sure what made this particular patch of grass the most valuable to the two of them, they might have mentioned it but they were switching in and out of a language he didn't understand that he nearly walked away.

in the end, kovider did something that he's good at: he lied. he told them that he heard from the sons of demeter that this patch of grass has a dark past. many who have eaten it before, who carry malice in their hearts, have grown ill. the only way to eat it is to have no true ill will toward another and to share the experience with as many as they could.

it worked.

the satyrs decided to graze beside each other and kovider was able to leave.

now, he's standing on the docks of the lake. it's dangerously open, no walls to put his back to, the only clear exit routes are the way he came or to jump into the water. in a sense, he's vulnerable, with years of making sure he'll survive, this is what his father would look for. a clear shot, a clear visual on him. his father isn't here and he's learning that there's strength in vulnerability. progress. slow, but steady progress. his head is tilted up toward the sun, eyes closed, his hands resting on top of his head with his fingers laced. a sliver of skin from his abdomen and back shows, tanned with silvered etchings from scars long since faded.

with a sigh, he lowers his hands and opens his eyes. out of his periphery, he sees adam. he hadn't heard him approach, he'd been too engulfed in the quiet. that would have been an easy target. he huffs out a laugh in lieu of a proper greeting. " you snuck up on me. " which also meant that adam's thoughts were his own, that he hadn't wanted kovi to hear him, perhaps. he turns his head a little to look at him, a faint smile on his face. " is this the part where you laugh, give me a sup kovi, and then throw me into the lake? " he raises his eyebrow in a challenge, a friendly one, and his smile grows wider. " because i'd just drag you down with me. "

[amomentxofhappiness]

@florxdexcerezos bridgerton overhaul

"Love is the last thing I desire. But if my children are to be of good stock, then their mother must be of impeccable quality. A pleasing face, an acceptable wit, genteel manners enough to credit a Viscountess… It should not be so hard to find, and yet the debutantes of London fall short at every turn."

Adam was too enthralled in conversation with the rest of the elegible gentlemen to notice that their conversation was being overhead--but not for long. Once Lord Fife and the others retired to the smoking room, he noticed the distinct noise of someone bumping into the bushes nearby. "Someone there?" he called out before taking the few steps down. "I can hear---" and indeed he saw her, the same woman that had won the race that very morning. The one he had found himself thinking of and wondering if she'd be in attendance. Some small part of him wondered if the queen would name her the diamond--he would make the diamond his wife. "You... I never got your name. I was wondering if we'd meet again," he smiled against his better judgement. He was in the market for a wife as his mother had so clearly announced it to all other mamas but Adam actually liked this one. That would not do. His marriage would be of companionship, of duty. Attraction had no place in it and yet...

[im-tempted]

Look at her

[milk-fruitcake]

005

[megalony]

Bound By Blood- Part 2

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Evan met in a support group, bonding over shared trauma. And now, they're going to have a baby together. But it isn't so easy when (Y/n)'s family is complicated and they put far too much pressure on her.

Enjoy.

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She was going to be sick. She knew it.

(Y/n) pressed the back of her hand against her mouth and closed her eyes, willing herself not to throw up in the car. Although she knew if she did, it would be the perfect excuse to get Evan to turn the car around and take her home.

Her fingers twitched as she pressed her hand firmer against her mouth until her lips were meshing against her teeth so much so that they were almost bleeding. It helped her straighten her head and try to keep her breakfast in her stomach where nature intended, rather than the footwell of Evan's jeep.

She decided to press her temple against the cold glass of the window on her right and her feet tapped and jittered against the floor.

She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be back at the apartment, safe and sound and tucked up watching a film with Evan. (Y/n) didn't want to be going out to visit her parents. This was the last thing she wanted to do, it was exactly what she wanted to avoid. But she couldn't.

As much as she wanted to, (Y/n) couldn't avoid her family forever. It had been two days since her dad called her in the middle of the night, asking her to come down to see Adam at hospital.

She had successfully avoided each and every phone call her parents made, and gave short, curt responses to the dozens of texts she'd received. Asking her why she wasn't calling, why she wouldn't come down to the hospital. Why she hadn't yet made arrangements for a bone marrow transplant which they clearly thought she owed Adam. Just like every other donation in her life.

"Evan I- I don't wanna do this." The words barely made it past (Y/n)'s lips as her stomach tensed and churned and her shoulders began to quake.

She almost jumped in her seat when she felt Evan's hand on her thigh and his fingers began to dance across her skin, roaming her inner thigh as he turned to glance over at her. Pain and sympathy flooded his pupils and his lips formed a pout.

He wished there was something he could to do make this easier for (Y/n), but he couldn't go and talk to her parents on his own. She had to be with him, even if she didn't want to.

And they couldn't prolong this or drag it out. That wasn't an option. Her parents were already hounding her about Adam and helping him, so she and Evan had to explain why that wasn't going to be an option for the next few months.

"I know sweetheart, but we have to tell them." He gave her thigh a light squeeze and glanced across at her again before he had to divert his eyes back to the road.

(Y/n) knew they didn't have a choice. She knew her parents had to find out now or else things would only get worse from here on out. But it was the part of telling them that she couldn't stand. Because she knew how they would respond and how they would act once they knew.

It would be as if the world had ended and (Y/n) had betrayed her family and all that they stood for. They would make this a life or death situation. (Y/n) would be a cruel, heartless person in the eyes of her family, even if that wasn't the case.

(Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes when Evan pulled up outside her parent's home.

Had they arrived already? How had they been in the car long enough to arrive here? Surely they had a bit more time for (Y/n) to try and calm herself down and prepare for this?

All night hadn't been long enough for (Y/n) to prepare and go over this conversation in her head. She tried. She tried to think of every possible answer they might say and every rebuttal she could give, but it didn't calm her down or make her feel prepared at all.

"I wanna go home."

(Y/n) didn't realise she had said that outloud until Evan took off his belt and leaned over the console so he was closer to her. She could see the sorrow building up in his eyes and the way his lips pressed together in a thin line to try and stop from frowning and giving away how upset this was making him too.

He hated to see (Y/n) so panicked, especially when this was her own family and they were supposed to be giving them good news.

"Baby, I promise as soon as we've told them, we can go. We don't have to stay long, but if we don't tell them now they're gonna wonder why you're not at the hospital. There isn't much choice right now."

Evan couldn't see any other way around this. If (Y/n) didn't tell her parents they would be calling incessantly or turning up at the apartment demanding to know why she wasn't donating to her brother. And this wasn't something that (Y/n) could tell them over text message because they would undoubtedly ring her to confirm and badger her about this news.

If her parents lost their tempers or started to become rude, Evan would bring (Y/n) straight home. They would leave immediately. And Evan was going to be by her side, he wasn't simply dropping her off and leaving. This was their baby, their news to give and he would support (Y/n) through this because they both knew her parents weren't going to be as happy and thrilled as they should be.

(Y/n) leant her head into Evan's touch when his hand cupped the side of her face, and she did her best to ward off tears.

She could taste the cherry lip balm Evan always used when he kissed her and his warm lips were soothing and stopped her from breathing too shallow and slipping into a panic attack.

The feeling of his thumb gliding across her cheek was comforting and when they parted, (Y/n) nudged her nose against his and reached out to hold his wrist, as if ensuring he didn't remove his touch from her.

"Come on, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can leave."

Evan's words were encouraging, but (Y/n) still didn't feel any better about this. Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and once she stepped down from the jeep, she felt like she was going to swoon.

Her hand began to scratch along the back of her neck, an old nervous habit that stopped the moment Evan stood by her side and looped his arm around her shoulders to get her to relent. His hand feathered up and down her shoulder and his lips attached to the side of her head as he stood as close to her as he could get.

Both (Y/n)'s hands started to fiddle and ring out in front of her as they walked up the path that led to her parent's front door.

Her old home. The place (Y/n) had been so desperate to escape. The home that she left behind when she was eighteen and desperate for a sense of freedom she'd never felt before. Although moving out hadn't done anything to stop (Y/n) from being needed and used by her family, despite not being under the same roof as them anymore.

(Y/n) didn't knock on the door, despite this not being her home for some time now, she still had a key and she knew she could always come in.

"Mum? We're here," It was hard to steel her voice and make herself sound normal and at ease when every nerve within her was tangled and frazzled and ready to burn out.

She reached behind her the moment Evan's arm slipped from her shoulders and she deadlocked their fingers together, holding his arm close to her side as if to ensure he wasn't going to back away and leave her here alone.

When she rang her parents yesterday, she asked if she and Evan could come round for a drink and a chat, and that they could talk about Adam. She didn't say she had news to tell them because she didn't want them guessing or thinking the worst or having time to prepare an argument. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation whether it was sugar coated or not.

Not like when they would be able to tell Maddie and the team. (Y/n) knew Evan was ecstatic and excited to tell them. He wanted to tell Maddie first, seeing how she had raised him. Then he wanted to tell Bobby and Athena, who had become surrogate parents to him. He wanted to tell the team too, Evan wanted everyone in his close knit circle to know, and then he would think about telling his own parents.

He knew they would try to be happy, they would smile and say this was such a good thing and that he would be a good dad. But it wouldn't be the same as when Maddie and Chimney had Jee. They would never be as happy for Evan as they had been for Maddie, and that was okay. As long as the team were excited and accepting, Evan didn't have any expectations from his parents and their reactions wouldn't bother him either way.

A soft "In here," called through and (Y/n) guided Evan towards the living room where her mother's voice sounded from.

Evan had met her parents before, but not for long. She had brought him round for dinner once, and they'd met for a coffee another time and Evan had met Adam.

But (Y/n) knew her parents hadn't known what to say or what to think when they found out where (Y/n) and Evan met. They seemed to think that Evan would be a bad influence on (Y/n), that he would push her away from donating to her brother.

And in a way, they were right, but that didn't make Evan a bad influence. Helping (Y/n) stand up for herself and say no and have her own choice was a good thing, even if it upset her family. But they had to learn they couldn't control her for the rest of her life.

That was a lesson they were going to learn within the next hour.

(Y/n) tried her best to force a smile once they walked into the living room and she guided Evan along with her towards the sofa. She almost felt bad when she sat as close to Evan as possible, like she was squishing him or being too clingy. But she calmed down when she felt his hand on her thigh and his lips against the side of her head.

He wanted her as close as possible, it let him stay calm too and allowed him to keep an eye on (Y/n) and know when she was starting to panic and when she was okay.

"Do you both want a drink?"

(Y/n) nodded, although her mum was already smiling and disappearing out the room to make a round of coffee for them all.

She looked across at where her dad was sitting, he was in his usual armchair with a puzzle book beside him and one leg crossed over the other. He smiled across at them, resting his cheek against his hand.

"You both okay? You didn't sound too good on the phone yesterday."

"Yeah, yeah I was tired. Evan's been working nights this week." (Y/n) looked up at Evan and the look in her eyes was as if she wanted saving. But the calming smile she was faced with settled one of the many butterflies coming to life in her stomach and when he squeezed her leg she shivered.

"Rough shifts?"

"No actually, a lot of panicked mishaps than catastrophes or fires. The nights were almost easier than the days."

Work hadn't been too bad this week. Evan never considered his job bad, but he did consider it hard. The nights had been easy compared to what he was used to. It was easy calls, people who seemed to be hypochondriacs and fretted over the wrong things, no one dying on their shift or attacking loved ones or harming those around them. They didn't feel like they were walking into fire these last few shifts.

Evan leant in towards (Y/n) a little more, but he felt rather calm at the moment, considering how Carl was smiling towards him and nodding almost approvingly.

He knew that (Y/n)'s parents weren't happy about the way they met, through a support group that would help (Y/n) find her own way in the world and help her to stop feeling like she had to give every part of herself to Adam. He knew they didn't like how Evan empowered (Y/n) and tried to give her freedom. But at least he earned their respect with his job and his calm demanour and how he was always calm around them and tried to diffuse any arguments that arose.

"That's good, I know (Y/n) worries when you do nights." Carl nodded his head towards (Y/n) who was sure her skin was radiating enough heat to battle the sun by now.

And shivers of enticement were coursing up and down her spine when Evan's lips hovered over her ear where he pressed a few soft kisses and murmured "Oh you do?" in her ear.

"Here we are."

(Y/n) watched her mum bring a tray of drinks through and set them down on the coffee table. And she gladly accepted the cup she was offered, feeling a small spark of hope in her chest when she realised her mum had given her a caramel latte, something (Y/n) was partial to.

It wasn't often that (Y/n) felt normal around her family. She always felt like she was walking on egg shells or blending in with the shadows. She felt like everyone was always waiting for Adam to go into remission, and when he did, they started to wait for the day he would get worse again.

Her life revolved around Adam, all of theirs did. There weren't many times when (Y/n) could sit with her parents and talk and feel like they were a true family. Like her parents truly loved and appreciated her, and seeing that her mum took the time to make her a drink she preferred made (Y/n) wonder if this situation might just work out the way she longed for it to.

Evan took the cup he was offered, giving a quick "Thank you," before he brought the drink to his lips. Everyone was always shocked when he could drink coffee scolding hot right from the kettle or if he was desperate or in a rush he would drink black coffee if it was easier. Anything to get his caffene fix.

He held back his cringe and forced himself to smile instead, despite tasting that the coffee had no sugar in. He liked at least three heaps of sugar in any drink he had, but Evan didn't expect them to know or take notice of that, and he wasn't about to be rude and complain for sugar.

"So, what brings you round? Not that we aren't happy to see you both, but I think there's a reason." Sally reclined in her chair near (Y/n)'s end of the sofa and she crossed one leg over the other while she looked towards the couple.

She knew nowadays that if (Y/n) asked to come round, there was usually a reason behind it. Especially since she had brought Evan along with her.

(Y/n) tried her best to take a deep breath after a few sips of coffee that did nothing to settle her system. Her hands were almost trembling causing the cup in her hands to rattle against the few rings on her fingers, until she tried to focus on the feeling of Evan's hand periodically squeezing her thigh.

She glanced her eyes up to the left, peering up at Evan out the corner of her eyes. And she found him nodding and trying to smile encouragingly. It was now or never, they had to try and explain.

"We, we have some news to tell you."

This was it. Time to upset them. Time to turn their world upside down like they did to (Y/n) every time she seemed to find herself and have something of her own.

She set her cup down on the coffee table, noticing the way her dad sat up straighter in his seat and uncrossed his legs like she was about to tell him something bad or some formal news. Perhaps she was. Maybe that was how they were going to see this news.

And she couldn't help but stare at her mum, trying to gage her expression and read her mind. Her mum looked intrigued and that little quirk in her lips made (Y/n)'s stomach clench because she knew she was about to wipe that smile from her face in the next minute.

"Oh?"

Reaching down, (Y/n) shifted Evan's hand that was clenching her thigh so their fingers were entwined. She began tapping her fingers against the back of his hand while their palms suctioned together and (Y/n) held onto him so tightly that she caused Evan's arm to shake.

"I'm pregnant."

(Y/n) wasn't quite sure if the words had come out her mouth or if she had simply imagined herself saying them, because neither of her parents seemed to react.

She could feel Evan's leg beginning to jitter as his heel bashed against the carpet in anxious habit. And she knew he heard her because he squeezed her hand like he was trying to give her some of his courage and energy and willpower.

But her parents were motionless.

Her dad was gripping his cup tighter until it looked like he was going to break the porcelean and (Y/n) was sure she could see his jaw clicking and moving, but he didn't try and speak. He looked at her gone out, caught between wanting to smile and wanting to cry because it was clear he knew what this meant. No more handouts for Adam. No more blood transfusions or bone marrow or stem cells. No donations.

When she dared to look at her mum, a quiet whimper bubbled up at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she slumped against Evan's shoulder like she was beginning to melt.

Her mum was crying.

And not the kind of tears that one would expect after hearing this news. Sally wasn't beaming from ear to ear, her eyes didn't sparkle or water with happiness. Her lips weren't forming a wide smile or a gaping expression of shock and pleasure. She wasn't fighting off happy trembles and she wasn't getting up to wrap them both in a hug of joy.

She was sat there, eyes red and seething with panic and disbelief and her lips were now curling into something similar to a snarl.

The way she slammed her cup down on the table caused (Y/n) to jolt into Evan's side and her free hand clutched his wrist like she was suddenly afraid of her parents.

"You… do you know what this means?" Sally pressed one hand to her mouth like she had just been told that (Y/n) had three months to live, not that she was going to bring a new life into the world.

A tear trickled down (Y/n)'s cheek and she could feel that familiar burning behind her eyes and nose that threatened to let loose the dam that was holding her tears at bay. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to burst into tears and start sobbing and becoming too emotional to speak. (Y/n) wanted to have this conversation and make her parents understand that this was a good thing, not an omen.

They had to treat her with some sort of respect and understand that this was her life. (Y/n) had every right to do as she pleased, to have a child if she wanted and become a true family with Evan. They were adults, (Y/n) was an adult, she had complete control and rights over her own body.

"Mum please, please don't do this. Please be happy for us."

"(Y/n) I'm trying, but you must know what this means for Adam. He's in the hospital again, he needs you and now you can't help him."

She did. (Y/n) knew what it meant for Adam, and for her parents too. It meant they couldn't rely on her, it meant they couldn't bully her into agreeing and giving up whatever her brother needed to extend a life that was slowly weaning away.

It meant (Y/n) was finally having a life of her own that was hers to choose and do with as she pleased.

She would be having a child out of love, not desperation. (Y/n) would ensure her child never felt the way she did, that they never felt they were here simply to fulfil a job role rather than to be loved and wanted.

There was a big difference between being wanted from paternal yearning and being wanted to perform a lifelong duty.

(Y/n) sometimes wondered if her parents saw her as an employee rather than a child. They had her to save Adam, the same as Evan's parents had him to save Daniel. The only difference was that Evan hadn't been able to save his brother. (Y/n) was still extending her brother's life and she knew that if she didn't put her foot down soon, she would be doing this forever.

There had to be a limit. There had to be a chance where (Y/n) could make her own choices and decide whether she wanted to donate or whether she wanted to say no. If it wasn't in her best interest, she had no obligation. There was no contract binding her into every medical procedure that Adam needed.

It felt like a heatwave was surrounding (Y/n) and her skin prickled as beads of sweat began to roll down her skin from the anxiety within her that was spiking high. She wondered if Evan could feel the amount of heat she seemed to be giving off or whether he was too infuriated to notice.

One look at Evan's expression told (Y/n) that he wasn't happy and he was clearly finding it hard to bite his tongue.

He didn't want to get involved too soon and snap at her parents when this was something (Y/n) needed to try and talk through first. But Evan wouldn't wait long before he butted in if they continued to be this crude and selfish.

"What about me? Can I not be happy?" There was something about (Y/n)'s broken tone that sounded deadly, as if something horrible would happen if her parents had the nerve to answer yes, she could not be happy.

Didn't (Y/n) deserve some happiness in her life? Had she not surpassed expectations and done more than most in her situation? Didn't that grant her some leeway and a life of her own by now?

Or was she supposed to waste away her entire life and make her one and only purpose to be Adam's bag of goods, ready and waiting for when he needed her? If that were so (Y/n) might as well give up any expectation of a relationship, a family and even a job. She should resign herself to live in the hospital. Be stored in with the blood bags and wait until she was needed to be poked and prodded for anything worth Adam's life.

A quiet sound left her mum's lips which almost resembled a whimper, as if she were the one going through this turmoil instead of (Y/n).

Sally dropped her head to rest on her hand that was trembling so badly her elbow was almost sliding off the arm rest. She looked torn, like she couldn't quite find the words to say but (Y/n) knew whatever her mum said, it wasn't going to be comforting.

"Your brother needs you."

"Haven't I helped him enough?"

The snappy tone to (Y/n)'s voice seemed to catch her dad off guard who up to now, had sat as quiet and still as a mouse. His teeth were visibly chomping down on his bottom lip like a horse at the bit and his nose was twitching, clearly trying to hold his tears at bay.

"He's had everything from me, this is finally something t-that's mine." (Y/n) found her free hand automatically hovering over her stomach as she spoke, and it caused tears to begin to trickle down her face again.

Nothing was going to ruin this for her and Evan. This is what they wanted and (Y/n) wouldn't accept being told that she was selfish or that she wasn't thinking of Adam. She had no need or responsibility to be thinking about him when she was living her own life the way she pleased. She couldn't be held accountable for Adam's health.

No other donor in the world was held to such high standards. If she were an anonymous donor no one would expect so much of her.

"He's sick and he needs bone marrow. You're his match, (Y/n), you should be helping him."

The brisk, cold tone of her dad's voice caused (Y/n) to shudder and she found herself leaning to the left until she was practically imbedding herself into Evan's chest.

And when her head tilted down and her gaze focused on her and Evan's entwined hands, she could feel Evan's chest rumbling like a volcano on the brink of exploding.

His fingers began to twitch and tap against the back of (Y/n)'s hand and his foot was tapping so violently against the floor that he was practically putting an indent in the carpet. They were upsetting her. They were trying to guilt trip her into a situation she couldn't possible get into or get herself out of. How could they bully her into this and think that it was okay or that they could ever be deserving of forgiveness after this?

It made Evan wonder if his own life would have been something even remotely similar to (Y/n)'s if Daniel had lived. Would his parents have pressured and bullied him into donating to his big brother every chance they got? Would they have forced Evan's hand or guilt-tripped and panicked him into being a life-long donor?

Would they have loved him more if Daniel lived and Evan had been useful to them?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know because if his life had been anything close to (Y/n)'s, Evan would have ruined it. He would have imploded, he would have snapped and broken their family apart and he would have gone on self destruct if he dealt with this kind of abuse and pressure.

And he guessed that his relationship with Maddie wouldn't be so close or strong if Daniel had lived, because there would have been no need for Maddie to step in and raise Evan as if he were her own.

"Seriously? You get told you're having a grandchild and you can't even be happy for us?" Evan seethed the words through gritted teeth like they were the hardest thing he'd ever had to say.

This was their first grandchild, they weren't likely to have any from Adam which should make it even more precious that they now had a chance with (Y/n). They were supposed to be overjoyed and celebrating, not degrading and tormenting (Y/n).

If they carried on they had to realise that they were only going to push (Y/n) and the baby away. Evan wouldn't let his child be around such toxic people, if they couldn't treat (Y/n) with respect and kindness, let alone love, like proper parents should, then they wouldn't be around his child.

Evan grazed his free hand along his chin while he looked between the couple who he was growing to despise.

He had always acted kind towards them, he had been generous and calm and never spoke out against them when he had every right. But his fuse was burning low now. He wouldn't hold his tongue on such an important and sensitive subject.

The look in his eyes was one that couldn't be rivalled and Evan raised his head as his gaze locked with Carl who looked like he wanted to snap and shout, but he didn't have the willpower.

Carl sat forward in his seat, almost as if he was trying to match Evan's stance and his level of outrage, but he came up short compared to the emotions fit to burst within Evan. He locked his hands together and rested them between his parted knees, inching forward again until he was looking across the coffee table at his daughter who could barely manage to lift her gaze towards him.

"Sweetheart, we have to think about Adam, this sets him back if he can't have a donation-"

"Is that all (Y/n)'s worth to you?"

A grumble left Carl's lips at Evan's interruption and he shot his gaze towards the younger man who raised a brow as if tempting Carl into a rebuttal and dare to agree with him.

They could never admit that. Throughout (Y/n)'s life, she had been made to believe that her worth was what she could do for Adam. If she donated and it worked, she was praised and kissed and shown affection and love. If her donations didn't work, they would hum and say that it was okay, she could keep donating until her brother went into remission.

And once she turned a teen and started to rebel and ask why she was obligated to donate, they would treat her like the enemy. She was shunned, ignored, shouted at and told how cruel she was being for not submitting and helping her brother whenever he needed.

(Y/n) knew her worth was set on what she would agree to do for her brother, but it was still hard to accept and to see that confirmation plastered across her parent's faces. And the fact that they couldn't even admit it was worse.

"Of course not!"

A broken laugh emitted from (Y/n)'s lips and she shook her head as a cynical smile twisted across her features.

Their denial wasn't as convincing as their gospel about her purpose in life being to donate to Adam. They could preach that until the world ended and have everyone believing them, but they couldn't convince their own daughter that they truly loved her like they loved their son.

"I've donated all my life, this is the only time I've said no. Why can't you smile, why can't you look at me and see that I'm happy? This is the only grandchild you're likely to get, appreciate that."

(Y/n)'s sudden outburst was surprising to Evan, but it made his heart swell with pride at the same time.

During group, Evan had noticed that (Y/n) had been the kind to struggle with coming to terms with her life. She was someone who knew why she was in that support group, but hadn't quite found her feet yet. Everyone else was angry, overwhelmed, lost after saying no and trying to overcome the oppression they were put under.

Seeing (Y/n) stand up to her parents and do something for herself, it was an achievement. She was saying what she wanted to do, she wasn't giving in or feeling belittled and told how to run her own life.

Her hand clenched Evan's so tight that she was almost crushing his knuckles and he watched quietly as she moved their joined hands and held them over her torso. As if she was either trying to calm herself down or put up some kind of barrier, like the baby already needed protection from her parents.

"You're happy at Adam's expense. Sweetheart you have you're whole life ahead of you to do whatever you like, he doesn't." The smile on Sally's face was a mixture of heartbreak and unease.

She didn't want to be having this conversation, and she couldn't see how wrong she was.

But she seemed to understand how her words were affecting her daughter who let out a huff as her lips began to wobble, threatening to spill cries and sobs into the room.

At his expense? What was she talking about? Adam had no right over (Y/n) or her body or what she did with her life. He didn't own her. He might be the reason she was alive, but that gave him no more rights over (Y/n) than the doctor who had genetically combined her cells.

"My- my whole life? My life has been sitting around waiting to be useful for him. You expect me to wait until everything passes me by and I lose a lifetime, for what? How is this fair? He lives in hospital, it's not a good enough life to waste mine on."

Rage seethed through every word (Y/n) spoke until she was shaking back and forth and Evan had to curve his arm around her waist and coil her into his chest to try and calm her down. He didn't want her making herself sick or getting so pent up she went into a panic attack. If that happened he would take her straight home. Not that they would be staying here for much longer anyway.

(Y/n)'s life was never her own until she joined that support group and started making decisions to make herself happy.

She was trying to do things for herself, she went abroad on holiday with Evan and didn't think or ask about Adam. She didn't ask whether he needed her or think of the consequences of getting an infection or illness while away and how that could make Adam sick or wait longer for donations.

(Y/n) was living her own life now, and Adam couldn't prevent that. She gave him donations which extended his life, but his life revolved around that hospital. It was practically his home. (Y/n) didn't want to keep extending his life at her own expense.

She had a chance of having a family, of living her life and being happy. For once in all their lives, Adam's wants and needs could take a back seat and (Y/n) could have priority.

"You're awfully quiet." Carl began to run his hands up and down his knees as he straightened up from stooping forward to sitting as level as a plank of wood. And his eyes fixated on Evan who was taken by surprise at the attention suddenly turning to him.

He didn't like the sneer on Carl's face, or how it seemed to imply that Evan was somehow a problem. Of course he was. In their eyes, Evan was leading (Y/n) astray, he was pushing her to be herself and not think of Adam, and that was wrong in their eyes.

"Do you have something to say?"

"Dad." (Y/n) hissed towards Carl, hating the accusing tone in his voice that was aimed at Evan. He didn't deserve any of this. Evan didn't deserve to be integrated into such a messed up family and he certainly didn't deserve their anger.

But she felt Evan squeeze her hand and he pecked her temple before he sat forward, clearly directing his attention towards her parents.

"I'm sorry about Adam, really, but you're willing to ruin and take away (Y/n)'s life to give him a micro improvement and that's not fair. When has she ever said no to you? She went to therapy for what you've put her through and she still couldn't deny to help him. One time in her life she's saying no for her own health and benefit, you can't seriously be this heartless."

Sally shook her shoulders and straightened up, but she turned her head away. She didn't like what Evan was implying and she didn't have the words to answer him.

And she certainly didn't like that (Y/n) had gone to therapy, she hated that support group that proved how wrong they had been in raising (Y/n) and how badly they had treated her.

(Y/n) noted how Evan's foot wasn't tapping as incessantly against the carpet anymore, and she figured he had put some of his nervous energy into words and now that he had stunned her parents, he felt a bit better. She let her head drop back against his shoulder and tried to close her eyes.

She was beginning to feel sick again, but they couldn't leave with the conversation so stilted like this. They had to talk, this had to be sorted out. Her parents would have to explain everything to Adam and get him on the donor list.

They would have to accept this or risk losing (Y/n) and in turn, losing their grandchild and her willingness to ever donate again.

Her head stayed resting on Evan's broad shoulder, but (Y/n) craned her eyes to look over at her mum when she hummed and started to speak again. And there was a tiny amount of hope that was starting to swirl in her mum's watering eyes that made (Y/n)'s chest tighten in suspense.

"You… you definitely can't donate, when you're pregnant?"

"You're fucking unbelievable." Evan spat the words as his frame tensed up and locked in place like his muscles had turned to stone.

His words made (Y/n) flinch and cower down against his chest, which she turned to mesh her face against so she didn't have to bother staring at her parents. She could see that hope in her mum's eyes fading away the moment Evan cursed at her.

She hadn't been hoping for anything to do with (Y/n) or reconciling or the thought of having a grandchild. She was hoping that (Y/n) would put herself and her baby in jeopardy to continue being used as a pin cushion for Adam.

How cruel and heartless could her mum truly be?

"Evan," (Y/n) whimpered into Evan's chest, but it didn't do any good. He wasn't going to relent now he had heard that.

His hand slid from her tight grip so he could bind his arm around her waist, keeping her tucked into his chest where she was hiding away like a child trying to pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Do you know how dangerous that is? They won't let pregnant women donate blood because it causes iron deficiency, what the fuck do you think would happen if you took cells from bone marrow? If she got an infection or got sepsis she could miscarry. You'd really consider that?"

Evan began to shake with the amount of chaos and frustration surging through his veins.

They were really that uncaring towards their own daughter. They were really going to prioritise their son over (Y/n) and her baby. They would risk (Y/n)'s health, they would risk her losing her baby and for what? A mere few months of Adam trying to go into remission and living a dull life in the hospital?

Bone marrow donations were big surgery. Needles that punctured right into the bone to extract the marrow that grew there which created blood cells. Doing that could risk (Y/n) getting an infection, she could develop sepsis from an infection and the surgery itself could push (Y/n) into miscarrying.

It was too risky, the hospital wouldn't perform this procedure even with (Y/n)'s expressed consent in case they were liable for any repercussions like miscarriage.

How did her parents expect (Y/n) to go through with this or that the hospital would allow it?

Adam wasn't in danger of imminent death. He had time, he could go on the donor list and see what matches cropped up over the next few weeks or months. (Y/n) wasn't their only option, and she was off limits now.

"You're both young, you could have more-"

Something between a gasp and a moan of agony left (Y/n)'s lips when she heard those words that were cut short by Evan bolting up from his seat. His arms stayed deadlocked around (Y/n), causing her to stumble up to her feet with him and once she was stood up, (Y/n) latched her hands into Evan's shirt and clung to him like he was her lifeline and letting go would cause her to drift out to sea.

Her face imbedded in Evan's shirt and she tried to breathe in his scent enough to calm herself down and forget what her parents were implying.

They would really risk her losing her baby for something that wasn't a cure or life-altering for Adam. They would risk her baby on the pretence that (Y/n) could always have another baby.

But she couldn't. If they would so easily risk this child, then (Y/n) could never have a baby unless her brother died and she was no longer needed. Because as long as she was needed, her life wasn't her own and her body wasn't under her own control.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I've restrained myself up to now, but if you cross that line, I'm not going to be responsible for what happens. We're leaving."

Evan was on the verging of losing his composure and his control, and if he heard them admit that they would risk his unborn baby for a weak chance at an extra month of Adam's life, then Evan would lose every ounce of control he had.

And they wouldn't want to see what would he would do if that were to happen.

He was taking (Y/n) home before she was further distressed by her sadistic parents. They were going home to forget this had ever happened and to cut contact with her parents until they came to their senses.

This was their baby, their family, and nothing was going to threaten or harm what they had together.

[amomentxofhappiness]

Adam did not expect the teacher to be so cute. He also didn't expect to find someone he would call cute attractive. Actually, he didn't expect to ever use the word "cute." Clearly he was spending way too much time with the kid. Not that it was a bad thing, to compensate for all the shit he saw day in and day out at work really but still. He had to keep himself in check not to come off like a complete and utter asshole.

Ollie explained that of course she was the coolest teacher and that Adam was the coolest uncle so that naturally (she had been reading something or other with the word naturally Adam realized, and she was using it on every other sentence now) they needed to meet, to share their coolness.

"I'm your only uncle," Adam added a little offended at the thought though he had to admit that being considered the coolest of Jack's friends with access to Ollie was definitely the highlight of this day--make it of his week. "So Miss Maxine, you run this trail every day?" Wow that sounded almost as lame as asking her zodiac sign. He was extremely rusty at speaking to women it would seem--at least in this environment (during the day with his goddaughter next to him). Not to mention, he couldn't fuck this up for Olivia. She adored Miss Maxine and he wasn't about to make things awkward with her teacher by hitting on her. He had to have some boundaries.

Maxine stood there, pulling the earbud out from her ear that she'd been using to listen to some music before the young girl had approached her. Her eyes all the while moved between the girl and the handsome man who had joined them as the two interacted. It was obvious by their mannerisms and how they spoke to one another that they seemed to know each other well. She couldn't help the small chuckle that left her at the child's sassy comment towards the man and for a moment the brunette speculated on the man's relations to Ollie.

The question was quickly answered though as Olivia introduced him as her uncle Adam and Max's eyes went a bit wide when she realized this must have been the famous uncle Adam that the little girl was so dead set on always telling Maxine about, obviously trying to play matchmaker in her childlike ways. Maxine had always just entertained the little girl during their conversations and would always make comments about how she couldn't wait to one day meet him but she never actually thought it would happen. Nor did she actually think the man in question would actually look like that.

It caught Maxine off guard and she found herself feeling embarrassed at how unprepared she was for this moment. Her mind thought back to all the talks she had with Ollie about her uncle and wondered just what the little girl had relayed back to him — especially when he mentioned that she spoke of her all the time. "Oh yeah, that's me." she said as she waved her hand, smiling awkwardly and then wrinkling her nose up at herself for a split second as she realized how fucking cringy she was. "It's nice to meet you too, and hopefully it's only been good things -- right, Ollie?" She said, as she looked back at the little girl with a smile. "Like how I'm the coolest teacher around?" The playful comment made the little girl giggle as she nodded her head.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

005

Pairing : Miguel O'Hara X Best Friend Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Miguel being Miguel at his finest.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist

This is a direct continuation of 004. : )

Surprisingly enough (or somewhat not),  it doesn't take long before the two of you fall into an easy routine. It takes Miguel a total of two days before he's completely used to having your presence the little amount more around than usual

It scares Miguel how natural it feels to share his bed with you, and to live with you. It's now been a little over two weeks since you've been staying at his place, and he absolutely loves it. Not that he's willing to admit that to anyone.

He loves how easy it is to come home to a freshly cooked meal, or to cook together when he finds the time for it. He loves waking up next to you, wrapped up into one another. You relax him to a level where he actually has to put an alarm clock on in order to wake up on time. Sleeping more comfortably with you next to him.

The attack at your place did shake him though, having brought him right back into his paranoia about losing you. Just a little more than before. He's strict in the simple rule of wanting to pick you up when you have a shift until late. He's also adamant about dropping you off when you start early. (The shop you work at is open from 8-21', morning shifts start at 6'.) 

Currently it's afternoon, and your shift ended about 10 minutes ago. You're on your way to his lab, and should be arriving soon. At least, he hopes you arrive soon. Peter B is in his lab, and keeps on telling him about Mayday, who's also crawling all over the place.

Miguel sighs once more as Peter just wouldn't stop talking.

" Peter. I really don't care. Go bother someone else." Miguel grumbles, hoping Peter will take the obvious hint and leave.

To his disappointment, he doesn't.  Things get even more interesting annoying when one of the recently recruited spider woman walk into the lab. 

He doesn't like her. Not even a little bit. He doesn't understand why Ben brought her in. She was an okay spiderwoman, but maybe not yet great enough for the multiverse. He still trusts Ben though, trusting his judgement on this one.

" Hi Peter, hi Miguel!" She calls to both of them with a smile.

Miguel can't even remember her name. 

Peter enthusiastically calls back to her whilst Miguel himself grumbles a forced greeting in response. 

She wordlessly slings herself onto his platform as well, smiling as she holds out a box to him.

He raises a brow at her in question.

" I heard you usually tend to skip lunch unless someone reminds you, so I decided to bring you some empanadas, I heard you like those." She smiles.

He admits the gesture is sweet. But he can't be bothered to give a damn when he knows you're on your way with freshly baked goodies. (The cafe you work at is also a fresh bakery.)

" Y/N's on her way with my lunch." He deadpans, no emotion visible on his face.

He has no idea if you actually are, but you usually bring him something.

Nameless spiderwoman blushes in embarrassment, something Peter is able to help with.

" Hey, Mayday and I haven't eaten yet! We'll take em." He smiles.

" Don't let Mayday eat in my lab, Peter. It'll be a mess." Miguel warns Peter, who hums and skip off.

Spider woman remains, something Miguel doesn't really understand, but whatever.

As if on que, he hears your footsteps nearing from down the hall, and so he lowers his platform wordlessly.

Just as the platform almost nears the ground, you walk in. Miguel can't help himself when a slight smile pulls at his face.

With some struggles, and a helping hand, you manage to climb onto the platform.

" Thanks. Also, here's your lunch. We were making croissants this morning. One has chocolate by the way, I'm only willing to share that one if you ask nicely." You tell him, setting a paper bag onto his desk.

You turn to the spider woman with a smile, surprising her.

" Hi, I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself yet- I'm Y/N. Not a spider person, I just mostly hang out around HQ when I'm not working." You grin, holding out your hand for her.

She takes it, smiling politely.

" Hi. My name is Mary Jane, but I mostly go by MJ." She smiles as well.

" Was I interrupting anything?" You ask as you glance back at Miguel, who's munching on a croissant.

MJ opens her mouth to reply, but Miguel beats her to it.

" No, you're fine. She was just leaving." Miguel says, giving MJ a pointed look.

MJ turns pink in embarrassment again before mumbling out a greeting and swinging away.

" You sure I didn't?" You ask him. " She seemed to have something to say." You tell him.

He shrugs.

" I don't really care to be honest. " He tells you.

You hum, before plopping into his desk chair and opening up something on your phone.

" Hey so I've been looking around, and I found a new apartment. It's a little farther away, and even smaller, but it's in a nicer neighborhood and has better security." You tell him, opening up the site on your phone to show him.

However, when you turn your phone to face him , you find him already looking at you, as if he meant to tell you something a while ago.

" Right." He starts, glancing at the screen of your phone before he wipes his mouth of crumbs with his sleeve. " So uhm, I was actually thinking...- What if you stay with me?" He asks, eyes showcasing that kind of vulnerability he only shows with you.

You blink at him.

" You can't be serious right?" You ask him eventually.

" What?"

" Look. You're my best friend. And you always will be. But don't be mistaken that I didn't notice how you cast me aside until I was in danger two weeks ago, Miguel. You can't just treat me like that, save me, and expect us to share a space on your name in which you could kick me out whenever you want." You tell him.

There's no bite in your words, no ill intentions. Miguel knows he messed up with the stupid idea of creating distance between the two of you, now he isn't even sure why he made that decision.

" Look, uhm, I- I don't know how to explain this to you, but I have a sort of valid... reason? I didn't do it because I was bored of you or something. I know I never will be, in fact." He tells you, stepping closer to you as he takes your free hand in his.

" I'll tell you when I'm ready. I promise. But for now, I just can't tell you." He tells you quietly.

In truth, his reasoning is pretty wacky. He's fallen for you. Hard. And he was afraid of his own feelings, still is, but just slightly less. 

You sigh, but nod.

" Look, I trust you. Just promise me you won't randomly kick me out and we can see if this works out." You tell him, your thumb running comforting patterns over his hand.

He visibly brightens up at your words as he nods. " Okay." He smiles softly.

The two of you are now so close, it's incredibly tempting to kiss you right now. Almost giving into the moment to bend down and connect your lips to his- he's grateful to be distracted when one of his screens showcase a circling movement, signaling an anomaly.

You turn to look at it as well- were you too swept up in the moment?

" Right. Work. " You hum as you pick out your chocolate croissant from the bag on top of his table.

[ A/N: Anyone one has any ideas for this one shot-series book? I'm lowkey running out of scenarios except for a selected few but I don't feel like quitting these two just yet.]

000 - Taglist

006

@adamsloverboy

@ihateuguys

@alchemist421

@julesclues

@bxrbiewrites

@dammittjanet

[comicwaren]

“If you want me to disguise myself, I need rest and food.” – Venom

Cover art for All-New Venom #005

Art by Adam Kubert and Laura Martin

[whats-another-song-contest]

In a statement published the same week as the first Melodifestivalen semi-final, more than 1000 Swedish artists ask the EBU to exclude Israel from this year's Eurovision Song Contest, including 2 acts participating in this year's edition of melfest: Jacqline, and both members of Medina. Also among the signatures are former melfest participants Johan Hirvi (Panetoz) and Alvaro Estrella, as well as former winners Eric Saade and Malena Ernman.

Some other notable signatures belong to Robyn, First Aid Kit, Eagle-Eye Cherry, Petra Marklund (also known as September), The Wannadies, Thomas Stenström, Miriam Bryant, Sabina Ddumba, Daniel Adams-Ray, Timbuktu, Kaliffa and many others whose names I recognise but I'm too unfamiliar with the contemporary music scene to know their work.

Below is my translation of some parts of their statement, as well as sources:

Note: The bold parts are also bold in the original statement. I have tried to use the same terminology as the statement, but I'm no expert, so be aware that there can be some mistakes.

The first link includes the full statement in Swedish as well as a list of all the signatures:

[...] What is happening in Gaza is a humanitarian disaster and the International Court of Justice in The Hague has recently decided to continue the case where Israel is accused of crimes against the Genocide Convention. Despite this the European radio- and TV-union the EBU intends to allow Israel's participation in the Eurovision Song Contest 2024. The EBU grounds its position on Eurovision being a competition between public service companies rather than states. But in 2022 the EBU chose to exclude Russia by reason of the invasion of Ukraine, and in 2021 the participating broadcaster from Belarus was denied participation because the country broke the EBU's rules for the freedom of the press. In barely four months about 100 Palestinian journalists have been killed, and foreign press has been denied access to Gaza. It is one of the greatest attacks on journalistic freedom in modern times. We are of the opinion that the EBU by allowing Israel's participation displays a remarkable double-standard that undermines the credibility of the organisation. [...] We expect both the EBU and this year's host broadcaster SVT to be consistent in their approach towards participating countries that infringe on democratic values and human rights.

[...] We who sign this are 1000 artists who believe in music as a unifying force. The Eurovision Song Contest began as a peace project to unite countries and citizens through music. To allow Israel's participation undermines not just the competition's spiritual intent but the entire public service mission. It also sends the signal that governments can commit war crimes without facing consequences. That is why we ask the EBU: Exclude Israel from the Eurovision Song Contest 2024.

[specksizedgoddess]

LOG 000: Subject appears to take a humanoid form, aside from a pair of ram's horns on it's head and its differing size. From what we've seen on camera, it changes often- exhibiting some kind of joy out of being smaller, tending to stay around an inch, give or take.

LOG 001: Subject appears to be fully sentient (though this is still up for debate), and furthermore, appears to have full knowledge of the facility. On multiple occasions it has faced the camera to wave, or stare absentmindedly.

LOG 002: First human trial. Subject was asked politely to maintain a human size throughout the interaction- despite it's hesitation, it obliged. Subject seems to take the form of a younger trans woman, measuring roughly 5'7 in height, and wore a simple outfit. The researcher sent in was confirmed to be unharmed, but they did mention a mild headache when leaving the room. Medical scans showed nothing wrong with the patient, and they were sent on their way.

LOG 003: Subject asked to be reffered to as "Eve"- it also (somewhat shyly) asked for another visit- it seems to enjoy the company of others. The previous researcher hastilly agreed, and was allowed to interact with it while it was small. Eve had an increased heartrate for the duration of the experiment. She seems... strangely content here. Besides her (limited) size shifting abilities, it's highly doubted that she's anything dangerous.

LOG 004: Our prime researcher entered without permission, and was restrained. Their eyes now display a strange pink tint to them, but nothing was found in another brain scan- however, they were strangely adamant to get out of the examinations as soon as possible.

LOG 005: Eve is shown to have multiple aphrodisiac qualities, ones that she can't seem to control. In her own words, they simply "make them as obsessed as I am". The safe label we had used earlier is being recinded and the lead researcher is in confinement for the time being.

LOG 006: Chaos has broken out, with the researcher clawing to get to Eve. Their hands were bloodied and worn as they broke into her containment- and simply held her in their now red-stained hands. Many audio files have been corrupted from the interaction, but some has been salvaged- and the results are... strange, to say the least. The researcher seems to be murmuring various degrading words, insulting and humiliating- and supposably even reffered to themselves as "her deity". The researcher was caught and dragged away- and a staff member stepped in to comfort Eve. Their words were sweet, calming, and informed her that she was worth more than that- that she was a person that deserved respect.

The video footage cut out from that point onward, but when it resumes, the staff member simply dissapeared.

Eve is still under further testing- and has apologized multiple times for the commotion. She has promised not to make any form of escape, stating that "she likes it here".

The effects of the aphrodisiac faded, though the researcher often requests sessions with Eve. These sessions are allowed, but heavily monitored- and any symptoms of this chemical at work are being monitered.

A discarded finger of the staff member was found on the premesis (the left index finger, to be exact). However, it was not located anywhere near Eve's containment.

Researchers do not need heavy equipment when entering- and it is heavily advised you treat her as sub-human. Many researchers actually use her as a source of entertainment- and find her aphrodisiacs relaxing, if a bit addicting.

END LOG

[changingplumbob]

A lot of characters in my rotations won't only appear in their household posts. This directory is to help you find everything that a particular character has appeared in. My sims are numbered and you can find their number on their household page so this is not an alphabetical list (sorry, it just makes adding new sims easier)

Rotational characters 005 - 081

005: Aaron York: Chronological ... App Friendly 006: Calista York: Chronological ... App Friendly 007: Devin Villareal (Formerly York): Chronological ... App Friendly 008: Joey York: Chronological ... App Friendly 009: Deanna York: Chronological ... App Friendly 015: Kayleigh Foster: Chronological ... App Friendly 016: Harvey Foster: Chronological ... App Friendly 017: Charlie Nishidake (Formerly Foster): Chronological ... App Friendly 018: Keira Romero: Chronological ... App Friendly Maiden name, Foster: Chronological ... App Friendly 019: Reece Foster: Chronological ... App Friendly

020: Bella Goth 021: Mortimer Goth 022: Cassandra Chopra (Formerly Goth): Chronological ... App Friendly 023: Alexander Goth: Chronological ... App Friendly 024: Suzanna Knightstone: Chronological ... App Friendly 025: Bob Pancakes: Chronological ... App Friendly 026: Eliza Pancakes: Chronological ... App Friendly 027: Adam Knightstone: Chronological ... App Friendly 030: Onyx Pancakes: Chronological ... App Friendly Deadname: Chronological ... App Friendly 031: Carson Foster: Chronological ... App Friendly

032: Artesmisia York: Chronological ... App Friendly Deadname: Chronological ... App Friendly 033: Fergus Pancakes: Chronological ... App Friendly 034: Luna Villareal: Chronological ... App Friendly 035: Rahul Chopra: Chronological ... App Friendly 036: Kaori Nishidake: Chronological ... App Friendly 037: James Goth: Chronological ... App Friendly Before marriage, James Ryan: Chronological ... App Friendly 038: Milton Goth: Chronological ... App Friendly 039: Silas Knightstone: Chronological ... App Friendly 040: Marta Romero: Chronological ... App Friendly 041: Savannah Chopra: Chronological ... App Friendly

042: Mercedes Chopra: Chronological ... App Friendly 044: Dina Caliente: Chronological ... App Friendly 045: Nina Caliente: Chronological ... App Friendly 046: Samir Hadji: Chronological ... App Friendly 047: Alfred Villareal: Chronological ... App Friendly 048: Rilian Villareal: Chronological ... App Friendly 049: Pollock Knightstone: Chronological ... App Friendly 050: Viola Chopra: Chronological ... App Friendly Unnumbered: Paris Pearl: Chronological ... App Friendly 060: Piper Farris: Yet to be seen Chronological ... App Friendly

061: Quinn Ryder: Yet to be seen Chronological ... App Friendly 062: Rowan Docherty: Yet to be seen Chronological ... App Friendly 066: Tiana Pancakes: Chronological ... App Friendly 081: Ariadne Sterling: Chronological ... App Friendly

[ggblasts]

Roommate Assignments for Outer Banks

Please note that if you are playing a character from that show, your characters are more than welcome to go back to their houses.

Floor One:

Room 001: Serena Van der Woodsen & Nate Archibald @serenavxoxo @nathanielxarchibald

Room 002: Ryker Maddox & Mary Bowder @rykermaddoxxo @marryy-bowderxoxo

Room 003: Roxanne Long & Dan Humphrey @roxannelong @danhumphreyx

Room 004: Blair Waldorf & Chuck Bass @xoxoblairwb @chuckbbass

Room 005: Oddette Warren & Milo Rutherford @oddettewarrenxo @milorutherford

Room 006: Jackie Sinclair & Isabelle Montrose @jackiesinclair @bellexmontrose

Room 007: Briar Coleman & Mateo Santiago @thebriarcoleman @iammateosantiago

Room 008: Cassandra Dozier & Ella Hampton @cassandrathegossiper @ellaxhampton

Room 009: Luca Navarro & Asher Maddox @lucanavarro @ashermaddox

Room 010: Tony Salazar & Dean Adler @tonyxsalazarx @iamdeanadler

Floor Two:

Room 001: Frankie & Jordan Barnes @frankiebarnes @jordanbarnes

Room 002: Adrianna Barnes & Amber West @hiadriannabarnes @amberwest

Room 003: Max Wolfe & Vanessa Hernandez @maximusxwolfe @vanessaxhernandez

Room 004: Carter Baizen & Aurora Astor @carterxxbaizen @auroraastor

Room 005: Nico Vance & Sage Edwards @nicovancexo @sageedwardsxo

Room 006: Emir Atlan & Monet de Haan @xoxoemiratlan @monetdehaanx

Room 007: Hanna Marin & Kai Jordans @hannaomarin @kaijordansxo

Room 008: Cassian Holloway & Esmerelda Ortiz @iamcassianholloway @tfesmereldaortiz

Room 009: Reid Thorton & Marylin Sinclair @reidthorton @themarilynsinclair

Room 010: Sawyer Walker & Brittany Andras @sawyerxwalkerx @xoxobrittanya

Floor 3:

Room 001: Callum Thorne & Brandon Adams @callumxthorne @brandonadamsx

Room 002: Imogen Barnes & Quinn Porter @imogenbarnes @quinnxporterx

Room 003: Dylan Jackson & Evelyn Simms @dylanrjackson @xoxoevelyns

Room 004: Sloane Whitmore & Tucker Banks @sloanewhitmore @tuckerzbanks

Room 005: Jenny Humphrey & Dimitri Harrison @jennythegossiper @mfdimitriharrison

Room 006: Cressida Wynter & Sterling Baxter @cressidawynter @sterlingbaxter

Room 007: Posey Albright @pose-y

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First Floor: 001: Silas Rivers & Sienna Johnson 002: Illiana Fuentes & Kyle Hale 003: Emersyn Michaels & Flynn Gilbert 004: Luke Myers & Emma Eklund 005: Pogue O'Connor & Elena Dawson 006: Leighton Whitlock & Elliot Booker 007: Maverick Anderson & Ocean Simmons 008: Max Turner & Nova Rockwell 009: Klaus Richards & Marc Hall 010: Sloane Ross & Marisol Monroe 011: Anastasia Hill & Lucas Roden

Second Floor: 001: Aurora Thompson & Chase Knight 002: Lana & Noah Rodgers 003: Teddy Wintson & Melody Hastings 004: Theodora Murphy & Georgina Russell 005: Jeremy Fellows & Katerina Lopez 006: Paco Florez & Ivy Fitzgerald 007: Alejandro Fuentes & Nicole Balliol 008: Brooke Barlow & TJ Cohen 009: Elijah Cavannaugh & Serena Bennett 010: Kirby Sinclair & Kennedy Simpson 011: Brittany Miller & Austin Barnes

Third Floor: 001: Logan Slater & Atlas Quinn 002: Olivia Bardot & Petra Cromwell 003: Freya Smith & Killian Quinn 004: Damon Henderson & Kinsley Argent 005: Mila Monroe & Tanner Sommers 006: Tyler Dupont & Autumn Hawthorne 007: Beau Williams & Arrow Ellington 008: Emmett Hills 009: Savannah Cooper & Paris Astor 010: Archibald Deaton x Eric Rose 011: Donny Keller & Delcan Mitchell

Fourth Floor: 001: Bradley Callan & Lucia Rossi 002: Cyrus Thompson & Jared Madden 003: Caleb Peace & Jasmine Harris 004: Valentina Lopez & Bonnie Brook 005: Alexa White & Wyatt Baker 006: Callopie Adams & Jayce King 007: Lydia Brown & Vincent Baxer 008: Shane Nichols & Devin Carter 009: Jax King & Juliette Maddox 010: Mariana Florez & Kiara Langford 011: Rosalie Collins & Jack Sterling

[thearch1t3ct]

#ＡＤ－ＮＡＩ  is  an  independent,  canon  divergent  &  selective,  hazbin  hotel  multimuse  writing  &  roleplay  blog.  it  features,  in  alphabetic  order:  adam,  alastor,  the  architect  (god),  roo,  rosie,  sera, stolas (test), &  valentino.  documented  by  your  local  degenerate  polymath,  romeo  iscariot  (xe/xem,  mixed  race,  25+,  lgbtqia+)

vivienne  medrano  critical.   established  2024. currently under construction

DEAD  DOVE,  DO  NOT  EAT.   (or  do,  i’m  a  roleplayer,  not  a  cop).   hazbin  hotel  &  the  lore  from  which  is  draws  are  rife  with  taboo  material  that  i  will  not  shy  away  from  in  my  writing.  therefore  i  ask  that  you  do  not  interact  if:  you  are  a  minor,  are  vulnerable  to  sensitive  topics,  or  have  difficulty  differentiating  between  fiction  &  reality.  please  do  not  follow  or  interact  with  the  intent  to  harass  or  self-harm.  specific  content  warnings  differ  between  characters  &  will  be  posted  in  their  respective  abouts.  blog-wide  warnings  for:  abuse  (all  kinds),  mental  illness,  blasphemy,  religious  imagery,  prejudice  (all  kinds),  oppression,  violence,  gore,  war,  &  sexual  content.

affiliated with: @televanghell / @pridemaster, @voxxisms / @condemnedsouls

rules below.

001.  blog  abides  by  roland  barthes’  literary  theory  the  death  of  the  author.  meaning  that  as  far  as  my  interpretation  goes,  i  only  take  what  is  shown  into  consideration.  &  only  so  far  as  it  aligns  with  basic  logic  &  storytelling.   personal  headcanons  &  theories  will  largely  dictate  my  characterization. that  being  said,  i  am  more  than  happy  to  meet  my  fellow  roleplayers  in  the  middle,  particularly  in  regard  to  their  own  theories  or  canon  divergence.

002.  this  blog  is  not  to  be  taken  as  a  condemnation  of  any  religion  or  those  that  practice  it.  while  christianity  serves  as  a  clear  inspiration,  i  also  take  inspiration  from  classical  literature,  hellenism,  judaism,  history,  pop-culture,  folklore,  &  cosmic  horror.  much  of  my  research  on  voodoo  /  voodou  &  hoodoo  come  from  the  works  of  professor  charles  porterfield,  kenaz  filan,  &  several  modern  &  1920s  documentaries  (the  latter  only  used  to  measure  public  opinion).  an  important  note  is  that  alastor  is  no  better  a  representation  of  hoodoo  than  he  is  of  asexuality,  in  that  he’s  terrible  for  both.

003.  inconsistent  activity.  i  work  full-time,  volunteer  part  time,  &  suffer  from  chronic  illness  &  autism.  due  to  any  combination  of  these  factors,  don’t  expect  me  to  respond  in  a  “timely  fashion”.

004.  standard  rp  etiquette  applies.  please  keep  in  mind  that  none  of  these  characters  are  particularly  easy  to  overpower.  when  engaging  in  altercation  based  threads,  it’s  wise  to  plot  out  the  victor  first.  beyond  that  godmodding,  infomodding,  &  other  extreme  power  imbalances  require  prior  consent.  if  you  write  with  the  architect  or  roo  some  amount  of  consent  for  infomodding  is  generally  presumed. otherwise,  harming  or  killing  my  characters  is  generally  fine  provided  it:  serves  a  plot  purpose,  is  an  appropriate  narrative  escalation,  &/or  is  in  line  with  the  behavior  clearly  outlined  for  your  character.

005.   i  don’t  have  any  personal  triggers  in  regard  to  writing.  i  ask,  however,  that  you  avoid  discussing  any  persons  real,  ongoing  delusions  with  me,  politics  &  current  events.  (i  work  a  job  that  requires  me  to  be  both  politically  active  &  informed,  tumblr  is  where  i  go  to  to  turn  off).  do  not  involve  me  or  my  muses  in  any  discussion  involving  kinning,  fictives,  or  endogenic  systems.  i  also  ask  that  you  please  do  not  call  my  alastor  a  w*ndigo  in  any  context  for  cultural  reasons.  i  tag  any  trigger  i  can  think  of,  canon  typical  violence,  cursing  etc.  won’t  generally  be  tagged.  please  let  me  know  if  you  need  something  tagged.  i  tag  val  specifically  as  “romeo’s  val  cw”. in  addition  to  tagging,  if  a  reply  from  me  ever  makes  you  uncomfortable  (even  if  the  boundary  crossed  was  not  pre-established),  you  can  ask  me  to  rewrite  it  &  i  will  do  so  to  the  best  of  my  ability.

006.   ocs  &  crossovers  are  encouraged!  i  have  a  live-action  fc,  a  human  verse  etc.  for  most  of  these  characters.  the  same  goes  for  duplicates!  a  gentle  note  on  archangel  ocs  —  they  will  be  considered  sera’s  equals  at  best  if  not  actively  under  her  will.  sera’s  importance  in  the  angelical  hierarchy  in  heaven  is  emphasized  repeatedly  in  the  series  &  given  the  treatment  of  lucifer  before  he  fell,  i  doubt  that  ‘archangel’  means  much  at  all  to  her.

007.  open  to  shipping,  but  it’s  not  the  main  focus.  polyamorous  ships  may  occur,  but  #ad-nai  is  multiship  (ships  take  place  in  different  verses/times  unless  specified).  please  approach  me  before  involving  my  muse(s)  in  content  involving  non-canon  actual  or  implied  infidelity.  i  won’t  generally  ship  val  x  velvet  (i  view  his  feelings  towards  her  as  paternal),  i  am  unlikely  to  ship  adam  x  charlie  or  adam  x  emily.  my  sera  is  aroace  &  is  unlikely  to  be  shipped  with  anyone.  alastor  asexual  &  is  shipped  extremely  selectively.  the  architect’s  relationship  with  those  he  has  created  is  complicated  &  not  inherently  paternal,  nor  is  it  biological.  while  i  understand  that  mormons  view  his  relationship  with  lucifer  as  that  of  a  father  &  a  rebellious  son,  that  was  not  how  i  was  taught  it  nor  is  it  how  i  perceive  it.  i  generally  default  to  them  having  been  friends,  lucifer  created  as  an  adult  &  for  the  purpose  of  being  a  companion  &  jester.  i  will  default  to  my  writing  partner  for  how  their  relationship  developed  beyond  that  &  abide  it.  but  you  will  see  them  occasionally  written  romantically,  or  more  accurately  as  sad,  bitter,  spurned  exes  on  this  blog.

008.  i  generally  prefer  to  rp  on  tumblr  over  other  platforms  (i.e.,  discord),  but  i  am  willing  to  move  threads  over  if  a  plot  is  deemed  too  triggering  for  dash  or  a  mutual  prefers  writing  nsft  content  in  private.  i  write  with  rich,  literate  formatting  but  will  send  ‘clean’  (unformatted)  versions  of  replies  upon  request.  i  prioritize  threads  over  asks  &  plotted  stories  over  spontaneous  interactions.

my  replies  can  get  lengthy,  so  the  matching  length  isn’t  a  big  deal,  but  the  matching  of  effort  is.   i  don’t  want  to  carry  the  interaction.

009.  please  do  not  steal  /  use  /  take  significant  inspiration  from  my  content  without  getting  permission.   i  actively  run  the  gambit  of  being  anti-fanon  with  my  interpretations  so  I  WILL  KNOW  if  you  do.

010.  graphics  &  psd  by  me.  additional  resources  from,  kaledya_,  ShoutinS,  BlackLeah,  Robin  Z,  snail-pngs.   

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[thinksthatit-sbesttonotlookback]

Final Log

I’m dictating this as my final entry of my journal. I have a lot to say, but not enough time to capture all of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions from the last two weeks. I will cut to the chase, and start at the beginning of this nightmare.

The Company offered a new contract to the interns, with a major twist. Instead of the usual three day quota we were given one for twelve days, and the crew could be more than the usual four, however it had to consist of “all-stars”; or at least that’s the phrasing one of my future teammates used. The Company wanted to test longer expeditions and chose to use the best of the best to test it out. I can vividly recall meeting my team in a sterile-white room owned by the Company. There I met my teammates. Interns #034, #69943, #101, #393, #939, #1245, #202, #102, #005, Additional Asset #2, and…

To hell with this, if our employers aren’t going to respect their sacrifices, then I won’t discuss them in an unattached way. Besides, we never respected the numbering system anyway. I knew them by their name, age, and what they did or how they acted.

Adam - 25 - Relaxed under pressure Ozzie - 18 - Studious medic Mike - 19 - Bug enthusiast Jessica - 29 - Animal Hater Patricia - 6 - Stowaway Derrick - 52 - Stone-faced Captain Sally - 78 - Veteran Survivor Frida - 31 - Florist Norman - 29 - Seismologist Reggie - 22 - Skittish Dayani - 32 - Headstrong Calico - 28 - Paranoid Haley - 34 - Bubbly Hugo - 21 - Playful Griffin - 22 - Defensive Engineer Killdane - 24 - Vigilant Polly - 27 - Clueless

I met them all in the office where our employer Jeb, who never physically appeared, rather spoke to us through the intercom in the wall, laid out in short, curt terms of what our goal was and the new tweaks to allow it. Afterwards we boarded our deluxe spacecraft, designed to fit all of us, food, extra storages for scrap and more. It was here we found our little stowaway Patricia, or Patty as we called her, who was Miss Sally’s granddaughter. We couldn’t drop her off due to the ship’s autopilot, so she stayed with us for the trip. God I wish she hadn’t.

Our first landing was one of the moons in the Experimentation cluster, and we faced no problem other than a few hisses of steam. We celebrated an easy trip and let our guards down, cracking jokes, partaking of some snacks. The real shit began when we landed on one of the moons in the Vow Cluster. Jessica, Frida, Calico, and Mike went out for the excursion. Along their way to the facility they had ran across a Baboon Hawk and the occasional Circuit Bee nest, complaining about it as they went inside, with Calico whimpering that they didn’t think this was going to be as easy this time around. I would have thought that this was going to be a fairly easy trip like the prior moon, but Calico’s screaming through the walkie-talkies proved otherwise. She had been devoured by a Thumper, the crunching of her bones in its jaws echoed through the small handheld device of ours; Miss Sally cupped Patty’s ears to prevent her from hearing it. Then things became worse as the remaining three were separated as they escaped. The Baboon Hawk from earlier had not forgotten about Jessica nor her complaints about her (or was she the one doing the complaining? She hated animals so I assumed so, either it doesn’t matter) because a pack swarmed her and pecked her to death. And on the topic of swarm, I had the misfortune to witness Mike get stung to death by the Circuit Bees. He tried to walk right by them but he was too encumbered, and we all had to hear him cry out in pain as he was shocked and stung to death; a shame for a young man whose family’s past involved beekeeping, it would’ve been an ironic laugh had he not perished. Frida came running past him, narrowly avoiding the bees. Tears were painted on her face, while fear was etched into her features. A loud booming thud was echoing across the ground, shaking the ship with each one. A Forest Keeper, or Guardian as they were often referred to as back at base. Frida tripped and fell prone, using her remaining strength to throw her lighter scrap into the ship’s loading bay before she was grabbed by the curious giant and bitten in half. Her screams still reverberated in my ears as her waist and legs crumpled to the ground. The keeper began to walk off and was tagged in by the bloodied horde of Baboon Hawks. The Circuit Bees I believe injected a kind of venom in Mike, as his skin began to bubble and he began to rise up again. Sally shut the door and Derrick started the ship and we flew off.

In a single moon we had lost four of our team, a near fifth of our numbers swallowed up in mere moments. Haley asked that we prepare a small memorial for them, but Derrick scorned her, chewing her out for being distracted from our main mission of the quota. We were falling behind and charged for their deaths. We silently resolved to do better at our next moon, which was in the Assurance cluster. Ozzie, Reggie, Griffin, and Adam went out to the dusty planet. Only two of them came back.

According to Ozzie, everything was fine until halfway through, where Bunker SPiders emerged and gave them chase. Griffin was getting into an argument with some Hoarding Bugs at the time, and the presence of the spiders initiated an aggression spike, so Griffin went down attempting to reclaim some of his stolen scrap. Adam and Reggie were defending Ozzie as he quickly moved some scrap outside the front entrance. Adam got injured but Reggie was overwhelmed, injected with some venom and rolled up. Ozzie says he would’ve gone back but that the webbing was pulsing, and he didn’t like the idea of what had become of Reggie. We had some casualties but some profit. Derrick wouldn’t let us recover Griffin’s body, and instead took off as soon as Adam and Ozzie stepped foot onto the ship. Speaking of the two, they seemed to kindle some type of romantic attraction, as they were staring deep into each other’s eyes as Ozzie tended to Adam’s wounds. Perhaps if we all survived they would have married…

Augh. My wounds are flaring up, so I will lump the next few moons into one. After we spent a “day” off moons for Adam, we then visited a moon from the Dine cluster and then one from Titan. I was a part of both scrap retrieval teams on those moons, adventuring with the likes of Sally, Dayani, Hugo, Haley, Ozzie, Adam, and myself (for both trips). On Dine we all had to hear Haley’s panic as she got cornered by a NutCracker, and hear the gunfire and subsequent splat as her chest was forcibly shot open by a shotgun. Dayani lost autonomy of her body as she was taken over by a Snare Flea. I still don’t know why some of them were being….transformed, i suppose, into new creatures or hybrids, but it doesn’t matter. No amount of intellectual curiosity will shake me from my sadness, for we still lost Dayani. As we were leaving the sound of metal halted Sally and I. She… she told me to go on without her. To make sure that Patty could survive this whole ordeal. We argued but eventually I complied and left the facility. I can only imagine that she slowly closed her eyes as the Coil Head removed her head from her body, and replaced it with that accursed spring. Explaining what happened to Patty was tough, and Derrick’s cold cynicism was NOT helping.

Hugo, Adam, Ozzie, and myself were at the Titan moon when our bad luck streak worsened. Ozzie and I stayed together and managed to deliver some scrap back to the ship a few times, and we had initially thought our luck had finally turned, but we could hear in our comms the accursed wind-up sound, and realized that Hugo wasn’t with us at the entrance. We began a small search for him, but the sudden stoppage of music made us fold, and we had to leave him behind. Outside we saw Patricia,playing around the railing. She jumped in happiness to see us, only for the railing to give way. I dove for her hand, but missed her by a few seconds. After that is a blur, but I do remember searching for her body as best as I could, screaming for her name before Derrick forcibly moved me into the ship and started it up. I had failed Sally. I had let a little girl perish. Ozzie tried to console me. It didn’t help but I lied and told him it did.

March had myself, Ozzie, and Adam exploring. When we entered the facility we split up to cover more ground and Adam was accosted by the Hygrodere. At this point I had grown to accept that this was a doomed mission. According to Ozzie, the slime reacted abnormally and created a tendril-like appendage and snipped Adam’s oxygen tube and began to enter it, filling him up. I pressed Ozzie for more details but his flushed face did paint a picture, especially based on our conversations nights prior about more personal matters. We tried to continue exploring, but Ozzie ran off, only mentioning in his comms, “I see him!”. Ozzie had confided in me that he was only an intern at the Company to recover his father, who went missing years prior. I was on the ship when Ozzie’s voice rang through our comms, “I found him! I found my lost dad! I’m bringing him back to the ship!”. Derrick grumbled but didn’t take off, and I watched with Norman to see Ozzie return. To my horror, he was walking back to the ship with the Bracken! The same creature that hated prolonged eye contact and snapped necks, yet here he was, hand held by Ozzie, who was leading him with a smile to the ship. I had heard rumors of there being the original Bracken who couldn;t disintegrate when killed, I wondered if this is who it was. After all it seemed to be way more in control then prior Brackens. But Derrick wasn’t thinking this, as he pulled the lever and started the ship. We tried to reverse it but couldn’t. Forever in my brain will be Ozzie’s shrinking face: Despair, hurt, hopelessness, anger, and fear.

A fight broke out as Norman clocked Derrick for abandoning Ozzie. It actually got intense, but we put that aside to do a run on an Offense moon. Killdane, Polly, and Norman did the run into the facility. Polly ran into a Spore Lizard and spooked it. Like normal, a cloud of pinkish spores covered her goggles and her coughing could be heard throughout the comms. I could hear the beep of the landmine, but she didn’t. She survived the blast, but not the turret she stumbled into. Killdane was taken down by a fake, one of the Masked. He fought it valiantly, but I was able to hear the blood being spat onto him as a new mask formed. As Norman left I could feel the rumblings of one of those fucking worms. Norman made a comment that he wished he could study the seismic activity here, and unfortunately his wish came true, as a Earth Leviathan erupted from the ground and swallowed him whole. I remember screaming his name from the ship’s balcony before I heard the growls from behind. I ran back inside and ducked into a corner. Derrick snapped at me for being a wuss before the Eyeless Dog that heard me snatched Derrick up and tore him in thirds. The dog walked to the entrance of the ship and laid down, forcing me to act carefully. I slowly reached for the control panel and initiated take off, pulling the stick back so that gravity would send the beast out. It worked, but the flailing dog swiped one of our fuel boosters and shit went down.

I survived the crash, which I believe now to be more of our curse. I have to laugh, how could I ever think we’d all be able to survive? We’d just be put down later on by the Company anyway. Now I dictate this from an unknown moon’s facility. I’m wounded from a turret and honestly losing hope. I have just enough energy to finish this, and then I will take a very, long, nap. To anyone who finds this, know that we did not die in vain. Our deaths and disappearances should change, bare minimum, how the Company runs things. Please remember us, please save yourselves, please find what we couldn’t. I have no time to explain our side goals, or go into the sanity pills debacle, but please use what I have left behind to survive. Please?

Now, this old man must take a nap. A spore lizard is sniffing me, and I think it either wants to share this sleep or nibble on me. This is the final log of Sigurd, signing out.