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insipid-drivel · 5 months ago

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Love WILL Win

This is in honor of my first love, Patrick.

My biological father was a violently abusive white supremacist from a family of multiple generations of whole-ass Nazis. And I don't mean "Oh that American white supremacist should be called a Nazi."

I mean fucking Nazis.

Actual former members of the Bund, Brown Shirts, and SS.

I had relatives from that side of the family go back to Germany to enlist with the Nazi Party and SS during World War II. One of my great-great-uncles was a fucking SS officer. When I was 7, my biological father took me out to his garage/workshop and showed me his shrine of SS "memorabilia" that he'd collected from our relatives to "teach me what really mattered in this world".

This shrine of his included an officer's saber that still had blood on it from mutilating Jewish victims of the Holocaust before they were taken to concentration camps. My biological father was very proud of how well he'd preserved the dried blood on the edge. The blood of Jews taken to the gas chambers and slaughtered en masse. "That makes it more valuable," he told me as he made me hold it.

Some of my now-thank-fucking-god-deceased relatives are in surviving photos and videos of Kristallnacht, dragging Jewish families from their homes and businesses. Some participated in the enforcement of the ghettos that were established before the concentration camps were up and running.

All of it started with a loser with a decent PR campaign taking advantage of an economic crisis. We cannot afford to stay in denial anymore about the concept that this isn't happening today, here in America, in 2025.

But... Here's the thing:

Their line of hate and bigotry ended with me, and it was because of love.

I didn't know my biological father was a Nazi until I was a preteen. I knew he was hateful. I knew he was violent. I knew he was cruel.

My mom had no idea until she was already pregnant with me (her first child by that marriage), and my biological father abused and gaslit her into staying with him for almost 10 years before she finally walked away.

Before then, I was just a weird kid with undiagnosed Dissociative Identity Disorder, and didn't even know I was queer or a trans enby kid that hadn't had their egg crack yet.

When I was in 3rd grade (around age 8), I was mostly in an all-white elementary school class, save for one boy that sat across the room from me named Patrick.

Patrick was black.

I eventually started to play with Patrick and his friends during recess and break times at school. Our school had a very big playground that wasn't fully fenced in. We had a lot of fun together in our little group of grubby 8-10 year old kids. We played kickball, tag, and even challenged each other to dramatic sword fights with twigs (this was, of course, before 9/11). One of my first indicators to myself that I was probably trans to some degree was how much fun I had playing with mostly boys, and just didn't feel comfortable in my own skin trying to fit in with girls the same age.

One day, our friends decided to play King of the Hill. There was a relatively steep hill in the playground of our school with a big old Douglas fir tree on top and lots of rocky, almost sandy earth eroding underneath it, and we decided it would be fun to try to race each other to the top. The first one to touch the tree won.

I was the only one that grew up in forests and woodlands (mostly to get the hell away from my abusive biological father), and so I was able to rocket up the hill and reach the tree before my friends were even halfway up.

Then, like our teachers had warned us it would, the dirt gave out from beneath my foot and I started to fall backward.

The hill was steep. There were rocks. If I landed on them at full force and hit my head or spine, I was done. I felt myself falling. I knew I was in for a really bad time.

But someone warm and soft caught me, and we both tumbled to the dirt and rocks together. The person behind me had run to catch me, and took the full weight of my fall and hit the rocks instead of me.

"Are you okay?"

I will never lose the sound of that voice in my ears, or the kindness behind them.

It was Patrick; cut up, bleeding, and bruised, but asking me if I was alright.

I was in love immediately. My little 8-year-old heart couldn't stand it. He was cute and he'd saved me from getting very hurt by letting himself take the brunt of my fall instead, and all he cared about was whether or not I was okay.

Nobody had ever protected me like that before.

We were inseparable for 2 years, until the week leading up to our first ever school dance.

Patrick asked me to go with him.

My biological father laughed in my face and told me he wouldn't allow any [you know the racial slur] taking HIS first-born to any frilly, faggy little dance where "coloreds can mix with children of quality [read: white kids]".

He pulled me out of class. He forced me into a different set of classes. He convinced my teachers and faculty that Patrick was a bad influence, and that he had to be kept away from me.

I lost the first and only person that had ever protected me.

It broke my heart, and from the cracks in the pieces of my shattered, now 10-year-old heart, hate seeped in.

Not hate for minorities, though.

Hate for Nazis.

I eventually grew up enough that, in a very graphic incident where my biological father tried to kill me, my DID-ridden, traumatized brain snapped. I whited out, while one of my alters went absolutely fucking berserk. She beat my biological father so badly he had to be hospitalized and taken to emergency surgery. I didn't remember what she'd done until I was a grown adult, but I still remember the fear my biological father had to mask around me after that.

He was terrified. Shit-your-pants-and-cry terrified. Of me. Of the ghost of my first love. Of the rage he'd instilled in me for daring to rip my heart out and force me to eat it at 10 years old because the boy I loved was black.

My biological father never spoke of it again. He stopped touting his racist and bigoted rhetoric. When people at his work asked him what happened to him that had him on such a long FMLA leave, he was too humiliated to admit that his 13-year-old had beaten him into a pulp.

The rest of his family shut up with their racist shit in my presence, too.

I never saw Patrick again, and I still don't know what happened to him, or if he's even still alive.

But by god, it was the love we had for each other that broke the cycle.

Trump, Elon, and those other chucklefucks will never know what it feels like to fight with everything you are for love.

To all of those reading this that are scared, that are facing bigotry and violence and hate, do not give up.

All it took was a bad fall at recess and a single wrathful ass-kicking to silence multiple generations of Nazis.

Choose love and fight for it. The monsters that have invaded our lives and seek to break us apart cannot understand that our love for one another is only strengthened by our differences.

Listen to Chuck Tingle: Love is fucking real. Choose it. Fight for it.

We can survive. We can defy them in ways they have never conceived.

Do it for Patrick.

#us politics #white supremism #naziism #love is real #we can do this #do it for patrick #chuck tingle

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archivewriter1ont · 5 months ago

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Tag game: 9 fandom folks to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag, @moonsstarsandscience! I don't know if I qualify as "cool" 😂 but I'm so happy you like my fics! I only started posting my writing last year and I thought I'd be the only one who read them still. (which is fine, we're supposed to write for ourselves but feedback is always great!)

3 (canon) ships I like: 1. Tholme and T'ra Saa. The comics with the two of them, and some fanfics I've found, break my heart. 💔 3. Obi-Wan and Satine. I love the idea of Korkie being their weird little kid and Cody being the surprisingly fun uncle who is not so comfortable around adult natborns but adores his little adopted nephew. 3. TECH AND PHEE!!! Need I say more? They're perfect!

First ship ever: Tech and Phee. Seriously, the FIRST romance I actually got 100% into and wrote about....Star Wars is a very new obsession for me. Around the same time I started reading C.J. Archer's books, so the other two ships that I like from that era of entertainment are India Steel/Matt Glass and Gabriel Glass/Sylvia Ash.

Last song you’ve heard: For the Glory by All Good Things!

Currently reading: The Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule; The Dance of Death by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child; The Devil's Dust by James Lovegrove. That's just hardbacks...I have a whole other list of audiobooks.

Currently watching: The Clone Wars! Also Leverage (BEST LIVE ACTION SHOW EVER) and rewatching Grimm and The Librarians.

Currently consuming: The Pendergast series, as if my life depends on it.

Currently craving: Cinnamon apples.

#the bad batch #star wars #aloysius pendergast #nick burkhardt #grimm show #ask games #songs #ships #glass and steele #the librarians #leverage

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legendaryfacecoffee2 · 4 months ago

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My other Ocs! I made cards out of them as well. (It wasn't too bad when I made the cards it was pretty fun ^^). Okay, I'm going to explain these Ocs and who they are, and yadde yadde yadda.

Name: Job

Age: 28

Birthday: September 27th

Sexuality: LE GAY

He was born in Englandddddddd but although he is not a human, btw. He was raised by his stepmother that he loved so much. (Unfortunately, when he graduated from university, his stepmother passed away. He also went to private schools just because of his identity).

So he went and got a job (Heh, get it job?😼) in the agency and became a SupaHero to the town. (Since he has powers lol-) But my boi here is very lazy so he would usually would leave then town to be in danger to relax and then would save the town by accident. (Somehow lol).

He became friends with Josephine because he found her to be very interesting.

He and Douglas are cousins. He found out about this after they almost defeated him.

Job is Zachcceus son but they both didn't remember each other since Job was just a baby at that time before he was sent to be raised by his stepmother.

He is a very silly adult :3

Name: Josephine

Age: 27

Birthday: February 14th (Valentines day :)

Sexuality: Bisexual

She is just a regular human being born in Englandddddddd as well. She is also a high-class scientist and in engineering (even though she doesn't really like engineering at all). She had a good life most of all, but her best friend, who she had a crush on in high school, got stabbed by a boy who was obsessed with Josephine right in front of her. Josephine has a cross necklace at all times just to always remember her.

She met Job when she was being robbed by someone, and Job accidentally got her purse back. (He basically fell from the sky and squished the robber lmao). Then Job kinda followed her home and he wanted to be friends, which she wasn't sure about. But as time went by, they started to have a bond and became best friends. (They both act like siblings tbh). She would always remind Job to try to save the town most of the time if it's in danger.

She works along with the agency (But not officially).

When Job and Josephine defeated Douglas, they became friends. But Douglas had a bond with Josephine and would probably become lovers at the end of the story. (STRIAGHT SHIPS MY GOD, okay, but this one is alr, I guess..)

Name: Douglas

Age: 28

Birthday: October 30th

Sexuality: Bisexual

He although was born in Scotland, but his parents were unknown, so he lived with his uncle instead. But his uncle was very neglectful and sometimes abusive towards him. He didn't have any friends at school at all, and just like Job he is not a human either. (He moved to England when he was a kid to go to primary school but accidentally hurt a kid with his powers, so he went back to Scotland.) He was often jumped by other people because he wore a blue shirt and blue was his favourite colour. (Because of football teams like Celtic and Rangers the ppl who supported Celtic hated anything that represented rangers where he lived which includes the colour of blue or red since that rangers has blue and red on it and Celtic has the colour green. But ppl are actually toxic when it comes football, I actually heard that someone got killed for wearing blue from some Celtic fans that's why I got inspired to make this backstory). Holy molly that was a bit personal... anyway.

He had a pet squirrel who was his only friend to him, until his squirrel got killed and he saw its dead body on his doorstep and that when he couldn't take it anymore, and started to terrorise everything and everyone and became SupaVillian (Oh lol).

Anyway, after when he got defeated by Josephine and Job, he noticed that him and Job were cousins. (They basically both made eye contact intensely lol).

He be quite annoyed of Job's optimistic idiocy, but he would still love him as his cousin. He would also have a bond with Josephine to have a crush on her.

So he basically became a anti hero after being defeated and would also work along with Job in the agency.

Name: Kraken

Age: Somewhere in his 40's

Birthday: August 7th

Sexuality: LE G A Y (jesus I need to stop making so much gay ocs fr😭)

Well how do I start this..?

He is basically an octopus hybrid ig? (His head is an octopus, but most of his body is human.)

He and his ppl were captured as slaves (What a rocky start... ;-;) by Zachcceus's uncle Mordecai. (Zachcceus didn't know about this until he talked with Xandra and Kraken). Kraken was trying to at least set his ppl free, luckily he escaped but he was still on the ship (Space ship :>) so he had go find out how can he save his ppl. He met Xandra who saved him from being killed by Mordecai henchman and became immediate friends. (Kraken had a crush on Xandra like it was love at first sight 💀 but of course he didn't want him to know). Zachcceus met the both of them hiding in his room and he helped the both of them out. He killed most of the Henchman while Mordecai already escaped from the ship.

Luckily, they landed on a planet safely, and Kraken and his ppl thanked Zachcceus and Xandra for saving them and had a wee party (yay :3). Anyway, Kraken wanted to join along with Xandra and Zachcceus, so he did. And they all grew up together.

Kraken is like a tsundere around Xandra :) and they often "fight" sometimes, but Kraken loves Xandra a lot.

Kraken is always inspired by Zachcceus and is willing to help him in any need. (Although he pushes himself a bit too much sometimes so Zachcceus would always want him to calm down and not take things too seriously). He can speak Norwegian but learned to speak English as well.

Name: Xandra

Age: Somewhere in his 40's

Birthday: July 23rd

Sexuality: Pansexual

Although his family is unknown because he was captured as well by Mordecai to also be a slave. (He has been a slave more longer than Kraken btw, another rough start ;-;)

He has been experimented on by Mordecai. (Which is why he has bla m dots all over his body). He then realised about the Octopuses being captured as well and noticed that Kraken was trying to protect himself from the henchmen, Xandra protects Kraken and even tries to heal his body. He becomes friends with him and deeply interested in him.

After when Xandra and Zachcceus saved the Octopuses from slavery and all. He was happy that Kraken joined with him and Zachcceus.

He is mostly very cocky but overall silly as well, he often loves to tease Kraken aswell just to show is affection. Sometimes he wouldn't mind if Kraken called him ugly (Which he never did btw) because that what he thinks he is.

He is also inspired by Zachcceus too. He loves talking to him a lot and is often very respectful towards him. He can speak any language but is mostly German.

Name: Zachcceus

Age: 49

Birthday: June 20th

Sexuality: LE GAYYYY (SO MANY GAY PPL GODAMN)

Zachcceus is basically a prince from his home planet. He was blind but he had really good senses so he didn't really had to worry about being blind. He had his best friend called Jeremiah, who he is in love with (but he doesn't want to admit bc young Zachcceus was a tsundere prince :333). Anyway uh.. Zachcceus and Jeremiah were both hanging out and even slept together. But the next day, Jeremiah was missing, so Zachcceus went to look for him, but unfortunately, Jeremiah was getting executed for having a somewhat "affair" with the prince. So Zachcceus had to witness his murder right in front of him. (He couldn't do anything about it because some men were holding him back). After that he went to hug his head and just cry. This woman called Silever was supposed to be his bride (Which he didn't know but what he did know is that it was her plan to kill Jeremiah). Zachcceus put her on chock hold for her killing the one who he loved the most but was stopped my his parents themselves.

Him, his parents and his "Bride" went to tour around space. Which is what had Silver to take advantage of Zachcceus and assault him every time. (Silver didn't like Zachcceus at all, she just wanted to take the crown for herself). Unfortunately she got her baby (Which was Job btw) which Zachcceus didn't even knew about even having intercouse with her at all. Zachcceus took the baby off from her and covered the baby mouth and nose and jumped away from the ship. (They thought that Zachcceus was dead so they went back).

Luckily, Zachcceus was able to land on Mordecai's ship along with his baby. Mordecai took care of Zachcceus like as if he was his son, Zachcceus loved Mordecai and looked up to him. He was very loyal and brave. But Mordecai suggested that they should go to earth because he had a friend who was in earth so that she would take care of the baby since that it would be more safer for the baby. So they went to earth and gave Job to Mordecai's friend to take care of him. (Which is why Job had a stepmother. Zachcceus didn't like this at all and wished he could stay with his son for much longer.)

After that, they went to the ship, and Zachcceus noticed that his uncle was taking ppl as slaves to make a profit. He was really devastated to see his uncle's true colours. After when he stopped the ship from crashing and saved the Octopuses along with Xandra, he went ahead and planned to destroy the earth. (Because he thought that his son was dead, and he hated the earth because from his planet, the earth was like dust to them).

Zachcceus loves Kraken and Xandra as if they are like sons to him. Zachcceus speaks French, but he learned how to speak English later.

He noticed that Job was his son at the end of the story because of the intense eye contact. Jeremiah comes back as a ghost at the end as well to meet Zachcceus and Job.

Ahhhhhhhhahhabagagababvaizgsjsisbsnns

It took me way too long to type all of this, lol, but uh.. ya, that's my other OCs from a different AU! I love the cards, so I'm so proud. There are still more ocs though:

Spencer: He is the Co head of the agency and Job's best friend (Job has a crush on him btw and he is often called Chestnut by him or his stepmother).

Esther: She is the head of the agency and is the mother of Spencer. She is sometimes annoyed with Job, Josephine, Douglas, and Spencer because they act like children. (She is a single mother and is often called Gran Gran by Spencer).

Mordecai: He is the uncle of Zachcceus. He loves Zachcceus, but he wasn't happy that Zachcceus turned against him. He also has a human friend on earth (Who is Job's stepmother).

Moe: He is Mordecai's son and a big rival to Zachcceus ever since they were children. He would often tease little Zachcceus for bot having a moustache like his. (But he would get Karma because baby Job would pull his moustache if he is holding him for too long).

Okayyyy I'm finished now :3 ask any questions or something idk lol

Ahhh, yess, two frenches-

#my ocs #oc stuff #ocs #oc art #legendaryfacecoffee #drawing

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beardedmrbean · 2 years ago

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Sorry more rant about the society of magical negroes.

They do know…that troupe started from early progressivism. Like white liberals try to do away from the dumb masta slave or lustful rapists.

And hmmmm what could an inspiration for it? Frederick Douglas perhaps? I’m he probably was, fun fact he had a LOT of the same issues with abolitionists that I have with White liberals. How interesting

Also is there a league of white saviors? Wait sjws would have a mental breakdown with that. Tribe of noble savages? The eastern clan of spiritual martial artists?

Wait I think they are in a civil war with the American/Canadian/Uk born and raised disposas who don’t understand the tongue and cheek of their troupes

Why is my community so obsessed with your race?

I just wonder why they can't be bothered to stop anyone but white people from 'being uncomfortable' do loads more good in the inner city.

as for the creation I think they mentioned "Uncle Remus" from Song of the South as being one.

Song of the South thing still kills me, I loved that movie as a kid, had the story book for Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby, never once occurred to me that that could be a stand in for a black person, it was a lump of tar shaped like a baby and part of a trap, what do you mean it's racist, tar is black and he's using it to catch the Brer Fox.

Asked a friend about that at one point a few years ago because it came up somehow, answer was nice to get 'we YOU wouldn't because you're not racist at all' which ya felt good.

As for all the other stuff, we already know the answer to what would happen if the league of white saviours came out,

Granted if I were going to make it it'd be about blue haired college students and such telling black folks what they should be offended by and then all the other virtue signaling bs they do that's actually super racist.

#anonymous

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project1939 · 1 year ago

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100+ Films of 1952

Film number 127: The Big Sky

Release date: August 6th, 1952

Studio: RKO

Genre: western

Director: Howard Hawks

Producer: Howard Hawks

Actors: Kirk Douglas, Dewey Martin, Elizabeth Threatt, Arthur Hunnicutt

Plot Summary: In 1843, friends Jim and Boone join a group of trappers and become the first white men to travel 2,000 miles up the Missouri River from St. Louis to Montana. They bring a Blackfoot woman along, hoping to trade with her people once they arrive in Montana. A rival fur company is determined to keep the Blackfoot trade for themselves, however.

My Rating (out of five stars): ***¼

This was a fairly enjoyable western journey film made interesting by the excellent acting, beautiful location footage, colorful characters, and a somewhat humanizing and progressive view of Native Americans. (Spoilers!)

The Good:

Arthur Hunnicutt as Uncle Zeb. I loved him as a yarn-spinning bronco rider in The Lusty Men, and he is just as good here. He’s skilled at playing kooky characters in a somewhat understated manner for the time.

Kirk Douglas as Jim. It’s hard to find a bad performance by Douglas, and he was excellent here as a salty-tonged backwoods trapper. It was interesting to see the differences between this Jim and another Jim he played in a western in 1952. In The Big Trees, his character was a city schmoozer anti-hero, and he played both roles equally well. The two characters could have been enemies in a different film!

This was an enjoyable journey/travelling story. It was easy and fun to follow their adventures on the Missouri River.

Dimitri Tiomkin’s score was gorgeous.

There was a liberal amount of location shooting in this, and seeing the Missouri river against the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains was stunning.

By the early 1950s some westerns were trying to present Native Americans in a more nuanced way, and this was one of them. Boone hated “Indians,” but he was clearly showed to be wrong. The wisest characters saw Native Americans as decent people with a rich and interesting culture of their own. Characters like Zeb even understood how unfairly they were being treated by white men.

The Blackfoot characters spoke in their own language rather than the cringey way too many Indians in old films did- like “Me no shoot. We be friends now.”

This quote: Zeb says the only thing Native Americans really fear is a white man’s sickness. “The Grabs. White men don't see nothing pretty unless they want to grab it. The more they grab, the more they want to grab. It's like a fever and they can't get cured. The only thing for them to do is to keep on grabbin' until everything belongs to white men and then start grabbin' from each other. I reckon injuns got no reason to love nothing white.”

The Bad:

As much as the portrayal of Native Americans could be positive... one character was a horrifying stereotype. Poordevil was a Blackfoot Indian with an IQ of about 60 who drank too much whiskey and giggled over everything. At least Teal Eyes called him a disgrace to his people, but it was still awful even if it was called out. It was made even worse by the fact that he was played by a white man in brown makeup.

Brownface. Poordevil and some other Indian characters were obviously played by white men. Even Teal Eyes, whose actress was part Cherokee in real life, looked like she had to wear some darkening makeup.

The “romance” between Teal Eyes and Boone. They couldn’t say a single word to each other, and I didn’t buy it for a second!

I never fully warmed to the character of Boone.

The pace was too lazy sometimes, and the film could have benefitted from a shorter running time.

The narration by Zeb was often overly folksy and obvious for me. I didn’t hate it, but I sometimes wished it was toned down a little.

#1952 #1952 movies #100 films of 1952 #kirk douglas #200 films of 1952 #200 films of 1952 film 127

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leo-dooley-lab-rats · 3 years ago

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In Defense of Daniel Davenport

In the past I’ve discussed the idea that Leo and Daniel likely would be good friends, but I also think Daniel gets a lot of undeserved hate in the fandom. I get that timeline wise he can be confusing. I also take issue that Daniel does sort appear near the final episodes episodes and then have basically no impact. Plus, he is the one who beats Marcus and not Leo.

I like Daniel because it allows the audience to see Douglas actually being a father. Adam, Bree, and Chase do NOT see Douglas as their dad despite being their father. Douglas didn’t raise them. Douglas is more like uncle or family friend than a father figure. To Daniel, he is a father. Daniel even calls Douglas dad. It is nice to dynamic on screen. It shows just how far Douglas has come since his first appearance.

I’ll also admit that Daniel doesn’t really have any character. He just sort shows up and then leaves. He is only in three episodes. He does react in very realistic ways. Like Daniel freaks out when he finds out he is bionic. He is happy and excited to meet Douglas when gets to island. Is any of that groundbreaking, no. Still, Daniel does at the very least react to what is going on around him.

I do enjoy seeing the drama Daniel and Marcus in the finale episode. I think Marcus being jealous and believing Daniel is his replacement is good idea for a story. It is fun seeing this dynamic play out. I would have slightly change the story to have Daniel almost win his fight with Marcus, but he just can’t win. That’s when Leo comes in and magically saves the day at the last minute finally beating Marcus. I think if Leo was the one to defeat Marcus in the finale, then most of us, including myself, would have had a lot less issues with Daniel. That should have Leo.

I also enjoy Daniel and Leo interact. I have talked about this in the past, but I do think these two would be good friends. Both at one point were normal people and now they are in this strange bionic world. Plus the actors who play the characters have really great chemistry on screen.

I’ll also admit we don’t see much of Daniel interacting with Adam, Bree, or Chase. That is due to limited amount of episodes he is in. Again, I do see enjoy Daniel.

Overall, I do think Daniel is flawed in the story of Lab Rats. There are a lot things that need to be improved, refined, and worked out in his story. I do enjoy Daniel overall and don’t think he deserves all the hate he gets.

#leo dooley #lab rats #leo #douglas davenport #leodooley #labrats #my thoughts #random thoughts #thoughts #daniel davenport #marcus davenport

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incorrectrawhidequotes · 4 years ago

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Kangaroo Westerns!

After my last post about “The Overlanders”, I wanted to share some more Australian made westerns that I like. I’m building a list of the best ones to share. Today’s is “The Man from Snowy River”(1982)

So, this movie and the Banjo Patterson poem it’s inspired by have a legendary status. It’s part of the framework of Australia and it is everywhere. It inspired festivals and arena shows, imagery from it was even used to open the Olympic Games in 2000.

The movie centers on eighteen year old Jim Craig (Tom Burlinson), who lives on a homestead in the Snowy Mountains in Victoria with his father, Henry.

Henry is killed in an accident involving a mob of brumbies, wild horses. The brumbies are lead by a black stallion. This stallion is a character in itself. He’s smart, aggressive and dangerous. There’s something very foreboding and terrifying about the stallion.

Jim is told by other mountain men that he has to earn the right to live in the mountains before he can call his fathers land his own. He heads down the mountains to find work. A close friend of his father, Spur (Kirk Douglas), gives Jim a mountain horse as Jim’s own horse had escaped and joined the brumbies.

Fun fact. This movie has Kirk Douglas playing a double roll. He plays estranged twin brothers, Spur and Harrison.

Spur is a miner, who’s been working on the same mine for twenty years with no luck but is convinced the gold is there. Harrison is a wealthy cattle rancher.

Jim gets a job working for Harrison and starts to fall in love with Harrison’s daughter, Jessica (Sigrid Thornton).

Harrison has recently bought a prize colt. The last colt foaled by the thoroughbred Old Regret and worth 1000 pounds (About a quarter million dollars today)

The colt needs to be saddle-broken and while Harrison’s away, Jim and Jessica work on breaking in the colt. Jim’s approach is different to the others. He gains the horses trust before trying to ride it. (I think it was believed that by breaking a horse gently it would become to docile and useless. Something that’s none today to be false.)

When Harrison finds out that Jim and Jessica were working with the valuable horse, he explode in anger. Jessica flees into the mountains, looking for Jim who went out to retrieve some stray cattle. Lost in a storm, Jessica falls from a cliff and is trapped on a ledge overnight. Th next day Jim finds her and pulls her to safety.

(Everyone remember the Rawhide episode where Gil pulled Rowdy from the well? Like that)

Jim takes Jessica to Spur’s place to meet the uncle she never knew existed and begins to learn her family’s secret history. After they bring Jessica home, the truth is revealed about Spur and Harrison’s story. They had both been in love with the same girl, Matilda. She couldn’t decide which brother to marry, so she said whoever became wealthy first she would marry. Spur tried to mine for gold. Harrison got lucky in a horse race. Matilda married Harrison but he was jealous and possessive. Spur gifted her a horse, the first colt of Old Regret. Fearing Harrison would kill the horse, she set it free. Spur saw the horse was loose and went to tell Matilda. Harrison saw them together, assumed they were having an affair and shot his brother. Spur lost a leg from the injury. Matilda later died giving birth to Jessica. The colt Matilda set free joined the brumbies and is now their leader, the black stallion.

Harrison fires Jim to get him away from Jessica. That same night, some ranch hands set the prize colt loose hoping Jim will be blamed.

A call is put out for all riders to track down the brumbies and get back the colt. Jim comes back to join them and is defended by Clancy (Jack Thompson), a well respected horseman who was friends with Jim’s father.

This is where the most iconic part of the movie is, the scene from the poem. The riders find the brumbies and give chase through the scrub land and forest, until they come to the top of an extremely steep slope. The brumbies go over, but the riders stop, unable to take on the slope. Except Jim, who just goes straight over the edge. The combination of his riding skill and his mountain horse makes him able to survive the decent and keep up with the brumbies.

( I have been told this scene must be watched on big screen for full effect) (This is also not stunt doubles or trick photography. That’s actually the actor riding a horse down a cliff. It was filmed in one take)

The other rides loose sight of Jim and the brumbies, assuming the chase lost.

Jim, however, keeps up the chase, eventually bringing them to a stop and facing down the stallion.

Capturing and facing down the stallion is both closure for his father because he’s won over the thing that caused his father’s death. It’s also an unspoken right of passage for Jim. The stallion is the toughest thing in the mountains. He’s just outlasted and outsmarted this legendary being. He’s become a man and earned the right to live on the mountain by defeating the stallion.

Jim takes the brumbies back to Harrison’s. Before leaving, he states that he’ll return for his share of the horses and for Jessica if she wants him (She does).

Now worthy of the mountains, Jim returns to his homestead.

So. That’s “The Man from Snowy River”. Like I said at the top, this story is such a big part of Australian culture. But it’s also a really beautifully made movie. It really is art. Look at some of these shots.

The cinematography is gorgeous. And the music is beautiful. Here’s a link for the main theme. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq8bufY8xRk

This is one of the best kangaroo westerns. It’s a classic.

Also something cool. Jim’s homestead, known as Craig’s Hut, is still there. You can hike or drive to it, go there for picnics. I haven’t had the chance to visit it yet but I will as soon as I get the chance.

#Hope you guys liked this #The Man From Snowy River #The Man From Snowy River 1982 #Tom Burlinson #Kirk Douglas #Sigrig Thornton #Kangaroo Western

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pcttrailsidereader · 4 years ago

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Death by Lightning on the PCT/JMT

By Carmen George

Excerpted from the Fresno Bee

First came an immense flash of bright white light, then a sound like a cannon exploding feet away.

Four backpackers’ thoughts quickly turned to the youngest member of their group, Nicholas Torchia, who was just behind them on their high Sierra backpack trip through the John Muir Wilderness of eastern Fresno County.

“He’s been hit,” said a man who dashed by the hikers, running toward nearby Muir Trail Ranch on July 30 to get help.

Nick Torchia

Torchia was just up the trail, lying beside a tree struck by lightning along the Sallie Keyes Cutoff, between the John Muir and Florence Lake trails. The electricity also traveled through the 37-year-old Fresno man.

A pastor and his friend, who ran for help, reached Torchia first, within 20 seconds of the lightning strike around 1:25 p.m. Torchia told them he was badly injured. The pastor, Andy Cornett, took his hand and assured him they were getting help.

“He thanked me and asked me to straighten out his legs,” Cornett later told his family. “That was the last he spoke.”

Cornett asked if Torchia could feel his fingers, feet and toes. He nodded. Cornett checked his body for external injuries, helped him lie flat, covered him with a blanket, and started attending to a head wound.

Around this time, Torchia stopped breathing and lost his pulse. The four people Torchia was backpacking with — three of his uncles and one of their friends — were now also by his side.

For hours after, however, his uncles and other hikers held out hope that Torchia could be revived. A group of around 10 people, including a pastor, a nurse, doctor, firefighter and emergency medical technician, took turns administering CPR for more than three hours. Some of those hikers came up from Muir Trail Ranch, located east of Florence Lake and about three quarters of a mile from where Torchia was hit.

Other hikers worked to keep Torchia’s body warm and dry, and an ultramarathon runner darted up and down trails retrieving supplies from Muir Trail Ranch.

“Their cooperation, compassion and patient work over those hours was a testimony to me of some of the best of what human beings can do and be for each other,” said Cornett, associate pastor of families at Signal Mountain Presbyterian Church in Tennessee.

The group hoped a search and rescue team might eventually deliver an automated external defibrillator that could jump-start Torchia’s heart, but ongoing storms and their remote location in roadless wilderness delayed an emergency response.

Jeff Holbrook, one of Torchia’s uncles who started the CPR, finally asked one medical professional what chance there was of an AED device being effective if delivered within a couple more hours. He quickly received an answer: “Zero.”

The group decided to stop the CPR. Torchia’s death was recorded at 4:41 p.m. July 30.

Nick (Center) with his three uncles and a friend

The group prayed over his body, and then carried him down to Muir Trail Ranch. A California Highway Patrol helicopter landed nearby that evening during a break in the storm and retrieved Torchia’s body.

‘No one made a mistake’ hiking back from John Muir Trail in Sierra

Torchia; his uncles Jeff, Tom and Bill Holbrook; and friend Terry McCurdy were returning from a backpack trip to Sallie Keyes Lake on the JMT/PCT in the John Muir Wilderness when Torchia was hit.

It was sunny when the group started their descent from the lake that morning. They had planned to camp at Muir Trail Ranch that night and then catch a boat ride across Florence Lake the next day to return home. The group started their trip together earlier that week.

Torchia and his uncles had been working to complete the entire 211-mile John Muir Trail over the past 10 or so years via annual backpack trips together.

Torchia’s uncles said he was struck when he was just seconds behind them on the trail, after the group stopped briefly to put on rain ponchos.

“He was the last to put on a rain jacket and go catch up with Bill, but he didn’t,” his mother Kathy Torchia said.

His family and Cornett aren’t sure how close Torchia was to the tree when it was hit, or how long he was near it. Jeff Holbrook thinks his nephew might have been adjusting some of his gear or eating a snack when he was struck.

Tom Holbrook described the incident as a freak accident from a sudden storm.

“No one made a mistake. ... We dealt with extreme conditions before,” he said.

The lightning bolt that took their nephew’s life was the only one Jeff and Tom said they saw that day in that area, estimated to be around 8,000 feet in elevation. Cornett said other lightning strikes seemed much further away.

“It was terrifying,” Cornett said of the lightning that narrowly missed him. “It was brilliant white, and the sound was felt as much as heard.”

The lightning blew items out of Torchia’s pockets, ripped off some of his clothes, and tore bark off the tree that was struck. Jeff said its force moved his own body forward a couple inches.

The Fresno County Coroner’s Office announced a few days later that Torchia died by electrocution caused by lightning. No one else was injured by the lightning strike.

There’s only been 14 other fatalities and 72 injuries from lightning in California since 1950, according to data through this spring from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s National Centers for Environmental Information. The National Weather Service reported that only about 10% of people struck by lightning die from the voltage.

Torchia is remembered as exceedingly kind, with a genuine concern and sensitivity to the feelings of others that sometimes caused him pain. One of his two brothers, Ben Torchia of Clovis, said he sees his brother’s passing as God deciding to free his “good soul” from that pain.

“He just had this struggle internally – some things that are probably pretty simple for you or me were not simple for him,” his brother said. “He had a struggle that people in America owned houses while people in third-world countries didn’t. He had a tough time accepting the status quo. He could never get over things like that.”

Torchia crossing Muir Pass (on a 2019 trip)

Cornett said the experience of caring for Torchia in his final moments made him feel “profoundly humbled at how vulnerable life is.”

“Obviously you realize that when you’re in the mountains and outdoors,” Cornett said, “but it’s true of our given life at any given moment, and it causes you to reflect.”

Torchia was one of six children and had an 11-year-old daughter, Makayla, who lives in South Africa with her mother.

He graduated from Ridgeview High School in Bakersfield and joined the Navy when he was 18 years old, serving for almost six years. He also previously worked as a driver for Community Food Bank and senior citizens in Clovis.

Torchia most recently was a student at Clovis Community College. He hoped to become a psychologist and counselor, his mom said.

Douglas Houston, interim chancellor of State Center Community College District, recalled Torchia as an “outstanding student” in a recent email to staff, encouraging condolences for his family.

His mother said he loved hiking, backpacking, swimming, rock climbing and cycling, and had many other talents.

“I call him the Renaissance man,” Kathy Torchia said. “He could do anything.”

Torchia was the youngest on last week’s backpack trip. The other four in his group are in their 60s.

“He was like our safety chain,” Jeff Holbrook said. “We were all getting older and he was still viable and young and he looked after us, and we always felt safe with him by our side.”

Torchia made a separate trip up to Sallie Keyes Lake the week before the trip with his uncles to haul a tent and other gear up the mountain so they wouldn’t have to carry as much. Among the gear was a cushion and hammock he insisted they use.

Family said the compassionate Torchia also had a way of infusing fun into even the simplest of tasks.

“What a great spirit this young man had,” Tom Holbrook said of his nephew. “We loved him.”

Friend Pete Debruynkops, who went on previous John Muir Trail backpack trips with Torchia, said Torchia loved being in the wilderness, and that his friend’s adventurous spirit earned him the hiking nickname of “Stray Dog” because he was always straying off the trail to check things out.

Jeff Holbrook said he recently experienced some joy thinking of Torchia.

Jeff Holbrook’s phone started playing music when he and others were trying to revive Torchia on the trail. It took him a while to realize the sound was coming from his pocket because he said his phone rarely plays music, even when he tries.

He pulled it out and hit pause. The song was “Neon Pegasus” by Parry Gripp, about a mythical, divine, winged horse soaring over troubles. It made him think of his nephew and a herd of horses that ran by them on the trail earlier in their trip.

Some of the lyrics: “Unbreak your heart, Neon Pegasus, and go climbing through the stars, out there with your dreams, your sparkly dreams. ... Never again to be lonely, never again to be without a home. ... Soaring over it all, high up in the clouds.”

Jeff Holbrook accidentally dropped his phone in water later at Muir Trail Ranch. When it turned on the next day, the song was still paused on Neon Pegasus.

He played it later and sobbed. He said it was a beautiful release of “just joy.” He felt like his nephew was telling him, “I’m in a beautiful place and I’ve got wings and I’m flying, and I’m happy as can be.”

#Lightning #Death on the PCT

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shadowturtlesstuff · 4 years ago

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Dress

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so the song dress by taylor swift screams cressworth to be, the sort of mutual pining and honest love they have for each other. so i wrote a semi canon but not at all canon peice. (4k words)

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The night was lasting forever, time dragged on as people danced and drank and celebrated, despite there still being a murderer roaming the streets and slaughtering innocent women. They acted like they could never be injured by the killer just because of their class, when for all anyone knew the killer was in this room right now plotting. I hoped they started with me, just so I didn't have to experience this torture any longer; although it was highly unlikely seeing as they focused on lower class women. A pity, really, I could think of many who deserve it more. I could think of only one one person in this room that perhaps didn't deserve to suffer the fate three women already have.

Audrey Rose Wadsworth.

Perhaps my only friend in this god-forsaken world. One that I cannot even spend time with, as one would like. It's an absurd notion but one that I can't ignore otherwise I've no job and I don't think Jonathan Wadsworth would take me on knowing I’m currently working for his rival, even if I quit myself and I did everything in my power to show off my exceptional talents and gain his trust. Especially if he finds out I'm madly in love with his niece; and have been for awhile. I must admit it was never my intention to do so, or to even be her friend, but when you are trying to solve the same crimes you tend to run into each. Often. And so overtime we became friends, begrudgingly on her part. Then, when we faced danger a few weeks back, and I thought I'd lose her over my actions and Oliver's inability to tell me the truth, we kissed. Since then we have been trying to navigate our feelings whilst also pretending to not know each other. It is incredibly difficult not to walk over to her now, take her hands and offer a dance. To then kiss her and watch her cheeks redden and her to smile at me. To know I made her smile. Each smile melts the coldness of my heart that I've spent years creating to protect myself. I believed I needn't ever need a friend nor wife. Yet, perhaps, someday Audrey could be both of those and we wouldn't need to freeze our hearts to protect ourselves.

All night I've been trying to catch her gaze but her eyes refuse to meet mine, at least with my knowledge that is. I caught her staring when she believed I was otherwise engaged in something so that I wouldn't notice. I notice every time. It's been a fun game, the only good thing about this evening. It is someone's birthday, someone my father deems important enough to drag me along too. Even though he hates me, and I him. Even though I have no intention of finding a wife this way or taking over his business. Audrey Rose was an unexpected gift, at this party and my life. I hadn't realised she'd be here with her family but I should have assumed. Or asked, but we had only seen each other once since the kiss and most of that time was spent discussing corpses and the no longer occasional flirting. She is remarkably good at getting under my skin, at leaving me without words and making me want to just hold her in my arms for both our sakes. Her uncle and my boss would be furious if they found out we'd been sharing theories, but unlike my boss I want to solve the case to get a murderer off the streets and not the fame; Audrey Rose is utterly horrified by the grotesk way women are being violated. So the more we work together the faster we can solve it for good.

‘You think they know more than us?’ I hear vaguely, I pull my eyes away from Audrey Rose and grimace. Mr. Douglas caught me staring but assumed it was over Jonathan Wadsworth and about the murders.

“There's a high chance sir.” Mainly due to the man's ignorance and my inability to share my ideas with him. He takes a seat next to me so I sit straighter and force myself not to look at Audrey Rose. “I've heard the girl, what's her name?”

“Audrey Rose Wadsworth, sir.” I tell him as plainly as possible.

“Right, sure. I've heard she's helping him. I've no idea why such a pretty thing would waste her life pretending to be a detective but-”

“What?” I was going to strangle him. His complete and utter ineptitude towards Audrey Rose, to how women truly were versus what they are perceived as in society was astonishing. I would truly strangle him if I wasn't as shocked. And if I didn't have to hide my feelings for her.

“I know I was baffled when I heard it too, she'll make herself unavailable if she keeps the way she's going.” he doesn't take his eyes off her as if he wanted to be the one to make her unavailable and not science. Even though that notion was outrageous. I rolled my eyes at him as a brilliant idea struck.

“Hear me out, sir, what if I pursue her? I mean if she is one for science she will know about the case and I doubt she knows me so I can easily charm her and I can get whatever information I can to help us solve the case faster.” I try to explain my plan in a non desperate way. Hopefully he will think I believe Audrey Rose is incapable of figuring out deceit and that she'll just spill her guts to me; that I don't care about the case. When, in reality, I just want one dance with her. I'm exasperated in hiding my feelings and it's only been a few weeks. Maybe it would be a lot easier to try and beg for an apprenticeship with Jonathan Wadsworth than deal with this misogynistic self centered-

“Not a half bad idea. For once you have got a decent plan. Although maybe I should be the one to charm her, seen as your, well, you have as much charm as a brick wall to put it simply. So let me-”

“I'm more than capable.” I say and get out of my chair and start striding towards her before he can get there first. If he even opened his mouth to her she would berate him so heavily that he would have to hibernate until people forget. Not that Audrey Rose is forgettable in any way. Maybe I should've let him try first just to see that. Alas, I need to at least have a conversation with her. I made my way to her table, her father and brother were conversing and her uncle looked about as miserable and irritated as I did. Audrey Rose just looked bored.

She looks beautiful though, her pale green and blue dress offsets her darker features and highlights her dazzling eyes. The light reflects off her perfectly, showing her sharp features and illuminating her mothers necklace at her chest. When I finally reach her table her eyes find mine and red begins to line her cheeks and her brows furrow at the sight of me. I notice slightly her father and brother cease to be as they look at me as well.

“May I borrow your daughter for a dance, sir?” I asked him. He looks confused but I'm sure he realized who I am. Who my father is. I'm sure his mind is filled with implications about what the title could do for him if we were to be wed.

“Cert-”

“No.” her uncle interjects. Her father looks furious, brother amused and her aunt; I hadn't even noticed her aunt was there with I assume her cousin.

“What do you mean no? She's my daughter I suggest you-”

“No. Mr. Cresswell, what are you doing? You do not wish to seek out my niece for the case do you? If so, leave now.”

I blink at the tone. Of course he'd see through it; however he is technically wrong.

“No sir, I can see why you'd think that but I truly wish to dance. Your daughter is captivating.” I would rather seek the end of the killer's knife than continue this conversation.

“I shall dance with you Mr. Cresswell.” Audrey Rose seems inclined to inflict the same fate as me. Without listening to the rest of her family she walks towards the dance floor so I follow her. She hesitantly puts her arms on my shoulders and I put my own on her waist. I feel lighter than I have all evening; as though I've had many drinks of champagne and Mrs Harvey's tonic. I give her a genuine smile and feel her own tension release.

“I'm glad you saved me. I've been dreadfully bored.” She greets me in such an improper and Audrey Rose way that I laugh.

“I'll always be the one to save you Wadsworth. I am your Dark Prince. Be sure to think about me and my heroic nature whenever you're alone.”

“Please.” She begins as we start to sway, “I have more important things to consider than you.” She tries to be serious but it is not her strongest ability when talking to me.

“You look beautiful, Audrey Rose.” She rolls her eyes at me despite her blush. “The dress is magnificent, compliments you perfectly, although completely unnecessary, I'm sure you are perfectly capable of rendering me speechless without a dress on at all.”

Her eyes widen at such scandalous words and her cheeks redden even more but her eyes dazzle with the promise of mischief. “You claim I render you speechless yet you still speak? Are you lying or just horribly bad at compliments? Or, you hate the dress but need to charm me nonetheless?”

“Wadsworth, darling, please, do you really think that little of me? I'm merely stating the obvious, it's what I do best. And I don't need to charm you when you are already infatuated with me. If I were you I would be. And as much as you truly render me speechless with your brilliant mind, I adore your body too, an added bonus, but I will always be able to tell you how astonishing you look.”

She focuses on my face, searching for something, perhaps a lie but she finds none and smiles at me, the sweetest little smile, and I debate placing a chaste kiss to her smiling red lips to also show her how honest I am right now but know that I cannot. Not yet. So I pinch her waist slightly and she lets out a tiny squeak and pinches me back.

“It is a good job you are not me then isn't it?” She recovers perfectly and has the audacity to look smug at me. I press my hand to my chest and gawk at her. I'm losing the battle of wits, unsurprisingly, so I move the conversation along to try and turn it back in my favour.

“I've enjoyed the game tonight, our secret moments in this crowded room no one knows about. Each little glance at me gives my heart a rush. Makes it worth being at this blastidly boring event. I've missed you.”

We remain in comfortable silence, my last confessions washing over us both.

“When does this get easier?” She whispers to me, her eyes finding mine, glassy as she contemplates what is running rampant in her mind. “I want to stay with you all night, but after this we must return to our lives, I go back to being judged for my curiosity and you will go back to the animatronic villain the world thinks you are. When does it get easier Thomas?”

I keep us spinning, holding onto her waist and not ready to let her disappear. She's right. It's a horrible wait to be away from her and having to wear my armour everyday. It's even harder for her to try and have a career in science and not have someone by her side, completely by her side. There must be something we can do, I can do, to make our lives better.

“Wadsworth, how much does your uncle hate me?” A plan begins to form in my head. One I've been debating for a while. Her eyes narrow knowing I have a plan but she must be so tired as she doesn’t bother asking what and says:

“He doesn't hate you, at least I don’t think he does. He- he isn't a person who gives positive opinions on anyone. Even me. But no, I do not think he hates you, just Mr. Douglas. Oh but he doesn't like that you are working against us. For him no less.”

“It's not ideal, I despise him, he doesn't care about the cases, but of the fame; it makes me near vomit whenever he speaks about the women- or any woman for that matter.”

She hums in agreement, her uncle must have told her all this. “Audrey Rose, if I were to quit would your uncle offer me an apprenticeship?”

“I think so but why?”

“There are more benefits in working with your uncle than that egotistical man. The main one being right in front of me.” The words leave my mouth before I consider the consequences. I feel her grip on my shoulders tighten slightly, her gaze fixed intently at my eyes, seeking something, and her body has stopped swaying to the music. I smile, hoping to convey the utmost truth in my words. She sees it and begins to sway again, looking away and trying to calm her heart. I attempt the same.

“You could talk to my uncle tonight, I'm sure he'd much rather discuss the case or anything remotely close to work rather than listening to my aunt.”

“Would you want me to work alongside you Wadsworth because if not I can-”

Her head whips up to me and I cringe, I've said something wrong, I just assumed she wanted to see me. “Do not finish that sentence Thomas. Of course I want you to work with me and my uncle.”

“My brilliance is desperately needed isn't it? I mean you cannot resist my charm.” I smile and her own graces her face and the mere sight of her happy because of me makes my heart want to burst. I'm almost certain it will. She quickly acts unimpressed and rolls her eyes at me.

“No, I'm merely the one saving you from that- that man before he rots the only decent part of your brain.” She smirks at me and it's my turn to roll my eyes.

“If you are the one saving me, will you be like the heroes in the books, because I do recall that they always give their saved maidens a kiss once they are saved?”

Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn a deep red as she hits my arm lightly. I take that as yes as I laugh at her. The song is ending, and we've already had two dances. I should take her back to her table, I should talk to her uncle. I should do anything but kiss her. But I want to.

Thankfully she has more self control and leads us back to her table. I stand awkwardly until she rolls her eyes at me and pushes the chair next to her with her feet for me to sit. I scowl at her slightly before meeting the gazes of all the males in her life and I revisit my early thought to perhaps dance with the murderer instead. Her father orders one of the waiters to bring a glass of champagne but I'd rather smoke. Not that this is a place to do so. The silence drowns me as the glass is set in front of me. My hands find the base and I begin to mess with the glass. Now would not be the best time to bring up the case because Jonathan Wadsworth is glaring at me. His brother elbows him slightly and then looks at me with a plastered smile. Jonathan promptly leaves in search of food and I contemplate what would be worse. Trying to follow him or stay. I steal a glance at Audrey-Rose but she has a smile dancing on her face.

“So Mr. Cresswell, my son has been telling me a bit about you, what is it you do again?”

“I'm a scientist sir.” His face drops and I look at Audrey Rose.

“Surely a man of your title would pursue something other than that?”

“Science isn't about titles sir, it's just the pursuit of knowledge. You must want to know how things work, how things are made. I enjoy learning about the body, the world and how it works.” He narrows his eyes slightly and I feel as though I'm on a tightrope; any wrong word and he will push me off. Mr. Wadsworth looks at his daughter for a second before returning his attention back to his son. Once again I steal a glance at Audrey Rose and hers in on her own glass. So her father dislikes her pursuit of science. So he dislikes me too. I try and hide my contemptment and so I tap the table trying to get her attention and she looks up at me and I give her a warm smile, just for her. Only ever for her. She returns the sentiment and all I want to do is envelop her in a hug and tell her it is okay to want to pursue science.

We remain in silence, I wonder whether I should go back to my own table but I cannot seem to be able to. Jonathan Wadsworth returns, taking a seat beside me. He is silent for some time so I speak before I begin bouncing my leg up and down.

“Would it be okay for me to attend your school sir?” I look at his face and it reveals nothing.

“Yes,” I sigh in relief, perhaps if I show my abilities there he will offer me an apprenticeship. I hear Audrey Rose also sigh, but for a different reason. I assume she has had no luck in being able to attend, and all it took was me asking. “On one condition,” Jonathan interrupts my thoughts, “you must stop working for Mr. Douglas.” It's a fair condition, he cannot have someone learning his theories on the crime and have them report back to someone. I consider asking to allow Audrey Rose to join me as my own stipulation but don't want to push my luck. Yet. I will ask in the future.

“Of course.” Tomorrow I shall resign, then make sure I spend lunch with Audrey Rose and discuss helping her attend the school. Not that she needs help, but I'm sure just offering her my assistance and giving her the choice to use it will be beneficial to her.

I return back to my table, albeit very reluctantly, and give some information to Mr. Douglas. I choose to ignore the surprise on his face over the fact I have some, despite me having had it for over a week now. I choose to ignore the look he gives Audrey Rose too. That is until I follow his now frowning gaze to where she is storming out of the room. He goes to stand, as though he could ever help, so I wave a hand at him and casually walk out after her. I find her nearer the edge of the garden, hands running over her arms and tears threatening to spill.

“Miss. Wadsworth, is everything okay?” Cautiously I stand just behind her, ready to leave her if she asks to be alone; but she lets out a joyless laugh and spins to look at me.

“Perfect, Mr. Cresswell. I am a woman in this absurd society so I must not dare think about anything remotely masculine. I must not be able to pick who I love but have my father arrange it without informing me.” The words she spits at me bite worse than the cold seeping into my bones.

“Audrey Ro-”

“Blackburn. He chose Blackburn. He was never nice to me to be my friend, but because of him and my fathers scheming. If he hadn't been he would not have been this nice to me. I know I am not exactly the nicest person and that my interests disgust society but it was nice to have a friend.” She whispers the last part as though it pains her too. It pains me to hear it.

“Am I not your friend Audrey Rose?” The attempt at a joke is abysmal and I curse in my head at how bad I am at interacting with people, especially those I love.

“You are but you're different, you, I don't need to try with you Thomas. I have to try with everyone but you.” I dare a step towards her and her eyes meet mine. We needn't say a thing for us to understand each other.

“Wadsworth, I find it easy with you too. More than I even understand. This world is cruel and I wish more than anything to make it better for you, for it to be better in general. I- my father long ago gave up trying to marry me off, deeming me worthless and unable to love, and I still cannot figure out which is worse.” My voice becomes hoarse as I take her gloved hand in mine. “You are worth more to society than they realise, so please keep fighting for your freedom. I will forever remain your friend if that is what you wish to happen, to help you figure this world out.” I'll be more than your friend if you wish that too. I fail to add. Her hand tightens on mine and I fail to breathe properly.

“Thomas,” she breathes out, it caresses me slightly, her voice smooth and sure, “you are not unlovable, your father is a fool. An utter fool. I want you by my side always, I fear I couldn't do this without you.” Closer she comes, impossible so, and I fear I may have to think about anything menial so I do not kiss her and inevitably ruin this. “What if, what if it was more than friends though?” Her question is hesitant, and my heart stops dead. We may have kissed, may have flirted, but a part of me never considered she reciprocated my feelings. “I- I’m sorry.” She stammers, taking a step back, misjudging my silent shock. I wince and keep her hand in mine. Her own shock widens on her face and I speak before she can beat me to it.

“Wadsworth I'd like that too.”

There is a second of silence as it sinks in. “You would?”

“More than anything. I care deeply about you. I shall court you like a proper gentleman if that is what you wish” I return to how we stood seconds ago as she snorts at my statement.

“You are anything but a gentleman Cresswell.” The smile returns on her face as we both laugh. “It may be my favourite thing about you.” I flash her a devilish smile.

“I am fully aware, love, that you love the scandalousness of my words. Would you like to go back inside or return home, I am sure I can get us a carriage to share.”

“Us? Thomas you do not live with me.”

“Yet.” I add. She rolls her eyes but does not disagree. “It would be ungentlemanly to let you return home alone; and purly scandalous to be in close quarters with you.” I wink as she retreats from me to where the carriages are.

“Very well, you may escort me home. From a distance.” She adds with narrowed eyes and I laugh at her implications but follow her nonetheless. I follow her into what seems like a new life, new hopes, ones I never thought possible. Her dress swishes around her, sweeping around her ankles at her light steps. The green gems twinkle against the lamplights, her hair cascading down her back, covering the slight cut of the dress, hiding her skin. Devastating. Utterly captivating. Her footsteps stop as she realizes I have not moved. She turns to face me, brows furrowed. I blink and brush away my thoughts to follow her.

“Are you alright?” She asks, falling into step with me.

“Yes of course, I get to leave with the most dazzling woman at the party.”

We link arms, pay for a carriage and start to head towards Audrey Roses’ house. We sit across from each other, but the carriage is small, and I happen to have quite long legs that are deliberately stretched out to brush against hers. I catch her trying not to stare at me so I nudge her and slowly she looks at me. “I am still watching for that kiss, Wadsworth.”

She blinks and I raise my eyebrows at her new forming blush. She had not listened to what I said at all. “Wadsworth?” I ask and she hums a response shaking her head slightly.

“Cresswell?”

“My kiss? I am still waiting for it.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion then her eyes widened as she processed the words. I lean forward, even as doubt pricks at my mind that she doesn't want to kiss me and will throw me out of the carriage if I move any closer to her. But she doesn't allow those thoughts to take over me completely as she leans in too and her lips meet mine. Warmth fills me, as we press closer together, my hand holds her knee and tightens as she deepens the kiss slightly. The kiss is gentle, soft and somehow better than the first one. The one before had been rushed, a kiss to convey how much we were thankful neither one of us was hurt. This kiss held promise, one I fully intended to keep. I hold my best friend closely for a second longer before I pull back, I search for any doubt in her eyes but find none. I only find adoration in her bright green eyes, her flushed cheeks and slightly bruised mouth. No regret. No hesitancy. So I press a small kiss on her lips and lean back so we can regain our composure before we leave the carriage.

“I should save you from boring events more often if it means kissing you like that.” Her answering smile leads me to believe that she'd like that too.

(i love writing dramatic Thomas)

i am working on the asks sent, i have plans and ideas for them so watch on in the next few weeks for them. i also have a feysand idea that i want to do

tages: @fangirling-again (thank you for editing) @city-of-fae @the-hoofflepooff @padfoot-sirius-black @goatahoan @kittycat2187 @loveyatopluto @goddess-of-writing @yikesitsmaddie @lovecakeandmore @boredbookwormgirl

#sjtr #hpd #efh #ctd #cressworth #cresswell #thomas cresswell #Audrey Rose #audrey rose wadsworth #stalking jack the ripper #hunting prince dracula #escaping from houdini #capturing the devil

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bansheeoftheforest · 4 years ago

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OC Masterlist

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Welcome to my OC masterlist! I have a lot of ocs! I hoard them like a goblin and I will never stop! SO!!! OCS!!!! So far we got two collections of OCS; The O’Jekylls, which is Dr. Jekyll’s fam, and my very own DND character who I turned into a Lodger! <3

All OCS can be found under the tag #Banshees OCS!

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--Lodgers--

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Cederic Beumont

Cederic Beumont is a French artist (and prostitute) turned mad scientist throughout multiple events happening in his early adulthood. He is the oldest twin out of him and his sister, Cassandra, and the two of them were raised by their single father in a small village in France. After the death of their father by the age of twenty, Cederic and his sister travel around Europe until they move to America, where they lived for five years. During those five years, Cederic and Cassandra-- previously inseparable-- have a falling out which ends in Cederic storming out and leaving Cassandra to run the hotel they had set up on the coast of Florida. The falling out, combined with a lot of other stressful and dramatic things happening around him, manages to make Cederic’s mental health crumble until he practically goes insane. Previously an artist, Cederic turns to science in hopes of being able to achieve something that would make him “more” than his sister, who always has been the “smarter” one out of the two of them, which ends up in him studying Frankenstein’s life like the Holy Bible. He gets obsessed with the study of lightning and he gets obsessed with the idea to one-up God, as he previously had been born and raised Catholic, and he feels like he would be able to do everything that Frankenstein failed to do (take care of Creature, own up to the responsibilities, keep the innocent safe, etc) despite having no proof of him being able to do everything differently.

With the help of his boyfriend, Wilhelm, and Wilhelm's biology studying friends, he manages to continue his experiments. He moves between calling himself a Fulminologic Necromancer and a Necromantic Fulminologist, depending on the people he surrounds himself with, as he studies lightning as a whole and applies the knowledge to necromancy. His early experiments involves reviving dead animals with the use of electricity, although he does dabble in alchemy and chemistry when it’s needed.

Around the time he is 30 years old, he hears the word upon the street about the Society For Arcane Sciences in London, England. His boyfriend helps him scrap in enough money for a one-way ticket to London on the promise that they will still hold contact, to which Cederic immediately agrees. He travels to London by ship and marvels over how fantastically dirty and gross the entire city is, there is slums everywhere! So many animals and mythical creatures!! The moment he is within the city walls, he manages to find Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire and pleads for him to show Cederic the way to the Society. Brokenshire is, of course, very put off by this hyper-energetic bastard he can barely hear over his (normally trained away) french accent, but Brokenshire does not get paid enough to care. He basically just grabs Cederic by the collar and drags him like a stray cat over to the Society and to Dr. Henry Jekyll’s office, to which he basically dumps him on the doorstep and leaves. As Jekyll practically collects scientists, and as they already have a necromancer in the Society, Jekyll welcomes Cederic with open arms and shows him around, unaware how Cederic... is an actual mad scientist, not just using that word as a moniker.

Cederic quickly becomes friends with Sinnett and Luckett, all three of them having a knack to blow things up and play with fire. Cederic also loves to harass Tanis, the local necromancer, as he loves that they practically study the same thing and did you know this and that and wouldn’t it be cool to blow up a corpse? You know Moreau might actually have been onto something with the animals and yadeyadeyada-- Tanis does not like Cederic. Cederic thinks that they are best friends.

Cederic joins the Society sometime before the events of TGS, however, immediately jumps all over both Jasper and Frankenstein like a yappy dog excited to have new friends. He is absolutely in love with Frankenstein, much like everyone else, but quickly has a change of heart as he feels she is a wimp, because he could do this and that so much better and why would you do x y and z when you could have done a b c instead. He has a massive ‘R.I.P to them but I’m different’ complex and feels like Frankenstein can’t own up to her work and her legendary image like she should. He thinks he can one-up her, and basically tries to snatch her stuff and studies when she isn’t looking. Creature would very much like to bonk him over the head with a frying pan.

Cederic also has a pet ghost cat-- or more or less spirit cat as she has never actually been alive-- that he has had since he was a baby. He named her Adelaide-Antoinette because he is french and extra like that, and the two of them are actually inseparable, as Adelaide is connected to Cederic through a bunch of magical hijinx. Adelaide can talk to Cederic, however, no one else can hear or see her, making most people think that Cederic is genuinely insane as he is not afraid to walk around talking to himself. The only one who knows about Adelaide is Maijabi, who saw her in one of his ghost mirrors one time, but he thinks its fun to see the other Lodgers thinking that Cederic is insane, so he doesn’t say anything.

Random Trivia: Cederic is originally my DND character, played in a specific type of campaign called Scion. It takes place in the real life world, and our campaign is set during the 1960′s if WW2 had never ended. Cederic and Cassandra were originally forced to flee by the outbreak of the war and the invasions of France. Scion is also based on mythologies, were the player characters (the Scions) are children of the ancient gods. Cassandra and Cederic are children of the egyptian god Bastet, ergo, the ghost cats.

Tags: #Banshees Cederic

Art of Cederic / Original Info dump on Lodger!Cederic

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Adelaide-Antoinette

Adelaide-Antoinette is a spirit and companion cat connected to Cederic. She has been by Cederic’s side for as long as he can remember and her, her sass, and her snobbishness were many of the core influences that shaped Cederic into the person he was before his mental breakdown he is today.

Adelaide is a Birman and lives up to the snobbish reputations of such breeds. When she is particularly feisty, she likes to sit on top of Cederic’s head and use him as her steed, and also loves to call him a peasant. She is also very territorial, and very protective of Cederic too. She is basically the epitome of “No one is allowed to bully him but me”. She is also very vocal and loves to have Cederic seem like he is talking to himself. Cederic has a knack to recite Hamlet and other Shakespeare plays to her, and while it’s fun for him, Adelaide wish she could bite his tongue off after the 10th recitation. After so many years, the recites might be up in the thousands.

Adelaide also did not like all the other creatures in the Society immediately, but quickly realized that it was either them or Cederic forever, to which she quickly began to force herself to warm up to them. Her favourite is Jasper’s unicorn, who most likely share her snobbishness, but a close second is Zosi and Griffin’s cat. When she is particularly mad at Cederic, as he tends to neglect her a little once he gets caught up in his work, she likes to hang around Maijabi as he is the only other living person who can see her. Cederic also uses her to spy on the others sometimes, as she can go through walls and can’t be seen.

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--The O’Jekylls--

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Collin O’Jekyll

Collin O’Jekyll is Henry Jekyll’s “paternal uncle” and also his make-shift father. Collin and Henry loved each other from day one and the two of them often spend most of their free time in the pastures with Collin’s horses. Collin is an artist, who dabbles in both writing and art, but mainly breeds and sells horses for income, despite not really needing it due to his inheritance. He has always been supportive of Henry’s scientific interests and was the one to take him out to all of the scientific plays that Henry watched as a child, as his parents were less than supportive of the boy’s interests. While mainly breeding and raising horses, Collin also buys and takes care of every animal he can get his hands on. One of his oldest pets is a male calico Maine Coon named Paddington, who got dumped by his breeder for being male. All of Collin’s animals seem to hate everyone but him, and of course, Henry. Collin also bred and gifted Henry his own horse once he turned 15; a dapple grey Clydesdale named Mayhem, named after her fiery temper. Much like Paddington, she hates everyone but her owner.

Random Trivia: Collin has a very weak immune system and therefore always wears a scarf, no matter the season or weather. He also knows how to sword fight and taught Henry a few tricks before he left Scotland. He is mainly a very cheerful and optimistic guy but won’t hesitate to throw hands if you try to hurt those he loves.

Tags: #Banshees Collin, #Collin O’Jekyll

Art of Collin / Art of Collin and Paddington

Douglas O’Jekyll

Douglas O’Jekyll is Henry’s “biological” father and Collin’s older brother, but dislikes his role as both father and brother. He is a policeman and known for his ruthlessness and hatred for those he deems have done wrong, and he also has a massive superiority complex. He has always disliked Collin greatly and the two of them have always had a rivalry between them, however, that rivalry got to it’s boiling point when Douglas and Collin were in an accident as kids, mainly caused by Collin unintentionally during a riding trip in the Highlands, which made Douglas earn some of his scars and bred the resentment between the two of them even more. Douglas has always been disapproving of Henry’s... Well, he has always been majorly disapproving with anything that comes to Henry. He dislikes Henry’s love for his uncle, his scientific interests, Henry’s friends, his wish to become a doctor... Douglas dislikes pretty much everything with Henry, which might have its grounds in Henry looking like and taking after a lot from his uncle. As Henry grows older, Douglas’ dislike for both him and Collin grows stronger, and Douglas starts getting outspoken of his hatred for Henry. He also gets physical every once in a while, which was one of the reasons for why Henry left Scotland completely despite Collin doing his best to protect him.

Random Trivia: His scars are either from the Accident, from his work as a policeman and also from many of Collin’s animals. He has a family pedant made out of emerald with a ‘J’ for Jekyll in it, as he is the first born and the heir of the family. He has always felt like Collin was the favourite with everything, both by their parents and by the fact that Douglas’ own son and wife likes Collin more than him, which just bred his resentment for his younger brother even more.

Tags: #Banshees Douglas, #Douglas O’Jekyll.

Digital art of Douglas / Traditional art of Douglas

Abigail O’Jekyll (Née O’Haggins)

Abigail is Henry’s mother and Douglas’ wife. She comes from a long line of Scottish non-aristocratic nobles and she is the oldest out of six sisters, making her the main heir of the O’Haggins as she has no brothers. In her youth, she was very sought after by many bachelors, and met the O’Jekyll brothers during a ball hosted by her parents. She immediately took a liking to Collin and during the dances, they fell quite in love. However, as the first born, she was forced to marry Douglas instead due to pressuring from her parents who deemed Douglas more worthy than Collin, but she and Collin continued their relationship in secret. Both Douglas and Abigail knows that neither really loves the other all that much but they play their parts due to societal expectations, even if that doesn’t make Douglas any happier when the suspicion of Abigail’s and Collin’s relationships arise. Abigail is, too, not very supportive of Henry’s scientific interests due to all of its stigma and consequences that it can bear, not to mention that she is quite afraid of Douglas’ reactions to Henry’s continuous love for science, but she allows Henry to pursue non-harmful studies in secret to keep him happy, as his happiness is the most important thing for her. She does her best to be a good mother and succeeds in that, although everyone has their bad moments. Random Trivia: While Henry looks more like Douglas and Collin, Hyde takes after Abigail’s side of the family. She wears a locket with an ‘A’ on it with a picture of Collin and Henry inside, which needs a lock to be opened (mostly to keep Douglas from discovering the photo). While she is indifferent to most animals, she loves cats (that are well behaved, which rules out all of Collin’s cats) and she likes horses, although she will never, ever ride one ever again after she fell into a hay bail when Collin tried to get her to ride one of his horses. Tags: #Banshees Abigail, #Abigail O’Haggins. Old Art of Abigail / Updated Art of Abigail

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Paddington

Paddington is one of Collin’s most beloved cats. He is a male, calico coated Maine Coon that got dumped by his breeder for being a male calico (therefore, sterile). He lived in the streets for a while until Collin found and adopted him, to which Paddington immediately became a little diva who hates everyone but Collin and Henry. He is the cause of some of Douglas’ scars and have torn more than one of Abigail’s dresses, but is as good as gold to Collin and Henry.

Tags: #Banshees Paddington

Art of Collin and Paddington / Written description of Paddington

Mayhem

Mayhem is Henry’s own horse that Collin bred and helped Henry to raise. She is a dapple grey Clydesdale named after her fiery temper and knack for chaos, much like most animals that Collin has been responsible for. She is quite spoiled but very well behaved when needed to be, and she often thinks that she is the mother of those she likes, such as Henry, Paddington, Zosi and Collin. Once Henry left Scotland, she was one of the few things he took with him, and he still owns her to this day; allowing her to live her best, destruction-bringing life in London, striking terror in every stable boy in the entire city.

Tags: #Banshees Mayhem.

Written description of Mayhem

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glassbxttless · 4 years ago

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just a reminder— that I don’t really write the AU in any particular order and if you wanna read it in such, look for the Matt Solo AU Masterlist (:

Matt Solo x Reader

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings: swearing, infant death

Matt absolutely hates this pregnancy. Your mood swings were unpredictable this time around— or maybe he just didn’t remember how intense they were five years ago. One second you were wanting relish on your fries and another you were crying and saying that he thought you were ugly. That he didn’t wanna sleep with you anymore because your body was gross.

And in those moments, Matt had to hold his tongue until he composed himself enough to hold you, and rub your back. “Sunny… you know that isn’t true.” He would whisper to you. “Your body is gorgeous. I always wanna love up on you, sunshine.” His hands are caressing your thighs, your slightly protruding tummy, up to your rib cage and then back down again. “You’re growing a whole person, Sunny— you’re going to look a bit different.” He presses a kiss against your head and tucks you into bed.

He takes care of the boys during the mornings, so you can sleep in. And you about lose your shit on him the one morning he wakes you up for an ultrasound. Your hair is a mess and your hips are popping slightly at every shift you make in bed. Matt’s leaning over to help you and you swat his hands away. “Don’t touch me.” You huff.

Matt has managed to get both of the twins ready for the day and be bitched at by his wife by eight am. He’s fed the cats, called Randy to make sure it was still okay to drop the twins off. And he’s about ready to sell that damn DeVille. He doesn’t need anymore babies around here.

When he’s finally got the kids dropped off and a bagel in your system, everything goes a little more pleasantly. You wait in the waiting room together, you even let Matt hold your hand. “What do you think it’ll be this time?” He asks softly.

You smile and shrugs, munching on the vanilla wafers he’d packed in your purse to keep the fucking crankiness at bay. And when you hear your name being called, he’s pulling you up and you both settle into your ultrasound. You find out you’re having a little girl this time around and Matt starts to panic inside. What the fuck is he supposed to do with a little girl? He knows how boys work. He knows he can give the twins a cracker and they’ll be amazed at what kind of messes they can make and keep them busy for just ten minutes.

And then you two get the phone call from Randy that sets Matt’s blood pressure through the rough.

And you two show up to the hospital, Felix sitting in a hospital bed with a cast around his arm. Matt’s breathing heavily and you don’t know if you can calm him down this time. “What happened to my son?” He’s yelling at Randy and pulling him into the hallway. “Why the fuck weren’t you watching him?!”

“Hey, hey! I took them to the park and he fell off the slide— don’t grab me like that, fuck.” Randy’s jerking his arm back out of Matt’s fucking death grip.

You’re perched on the side of Felix’s bed, smoothing his hair back and smiling at them both. “You two have fun with Uncle Randy?” You ask quietly. And that opened the gates. They’re chattering away and telling you all that happened and how much fun they had. And Douglas tells you how it was kinda cool to see his brother's arm bend the wrong way.

You hear Matt shouting outside of the door about how he should have been watching them at all times and that he had to take off work for this and the twins just ignore it— used to his little tirades. You wrinkle your nose a little and sigh quietly. “Well… we’re gonna be getting home soon… okay?” You say to them quietly.

Matt carries both of the twins up to your apartment and tucks them into bed after their long day. “No more babysitters.” He says quietly. “One of us has to be with them from now on.” He says as he shuts their bedroom door. You just chuckle and shake your head, a hand over your growing belly. “And we’re getting rid of that fucking car.” He mumbles as he dips down to press a little kiss against your lips and he dives into your bedroom.

When you two bring little Alison Leia home, you’re more than excited to introduce her to Ben and Randy, and even her namesake. For the first two weeks, it’s just you, Matt, and the twins learning your new routine. The twins are loving being big brothers, and Matt is figuring out how to just be a dad of a little girl. Through all the bows you put on her head and the surprising amount she sleeps. And how many times he has to move a cuddling Delilah and Honey out of her bassinet.

When Matt finally invites his family over, the twins are all over Uncle Benji. And maybe Uncle Ben had two little necklaces, one with a dime, and another with a quarter. He may or may not have engraved an F and a D in them too. And he fastens them around their respective necks.

And at dinner, Ben may or may not have let one of the twins take a sip of his Corona. Only to be told on by the other to Matt and earn a slap on the back of the head. And Leia spends her visit curled up on the couch with Alison in her arms. You’re watching from the other side, a blanket pulled over your lap. Randy, Han, and Matt are standing at the kitchen island, talking and you see Matt wink over at you.

“So why is it Alison?” Randy asks softly.

“I like the name Alice.” Matt shrugs as he takes a swig from his own beer. “And I’ve always called her mother Sunny. So Alice- Sun… Alison.” He shrugs and looks over to where he hears the twins squealing, lifted up under Ben’s arms and twirling around like they’re airplanes.

Late that evening, you wake up in a cold sweat. And everything just feels a little fucking different. You check the clock and realize Alison hasn’t woken you up in an entire six hour stretch— which is uncommon for a two week old— you’re pushing on Matt’s shoulder and he’s just looking over at you groggily. “What?” His voice is gravelly. You feel like you’re being ripped in half with how tight your skin is stretched from your cesarean.

“Check on Alice.” You say softly. “She didn’t wake us up.” And that gets Matt in gear. He’s rolling out of bed and moving over to Alison’s bassinet— his whole body getting pale. “What’s wrong?” You frown. Matt’s silent as he reaches over to grab his phone. Everything looks like it’s in slow motion. “Matt. What’s wrong?”

“She’s not breathing.”

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#glassbxttless adcu #glassbxttless #matt x sunny #matt is so stressed™️#matty solo x sunny au #matt solo #matt the radar technician x reader #matt the radar technician #i’m sorry #felix benjamin solo #douglas randall solo #tw: swearing #tw: infant death #alison leia solo

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a65232-joshywoshy · 5 years ago

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Colorado Crybaby

Chapter 10

Rachael watched Penny drive away, then sat down next to her box of diapers by the front door.

She sobbed.

She knew that she would see Penny tomorrow, but it seemed like forever from now. As she sat there missing Penny, memories of fights with Nick would play back in her head. She knew that Nick was never coming back. He was still in California, far, far away from Rachael now. Her mind tried to convince her that Penny would end up just like Nick. The logical side of her brain couldn't make any scenario work, though. Nick was quick tempered. Penny was slow to anger. Nick would brag about his accomplishments. Penny rarely acknowledged her success. The two were nothing alike. There was no fictional scenario that Rachael could place Penny into that forced her to act like Nick. Penny wasn't Nick. Penny was kind, gentle, but also protective. Imagining Penny becoming anything like Nick became more and more preposterous.

Rachael's phone rang. She quickly wiped her face and attempted to hide her unsteady voice. Her eyes were too watered to clearly see who was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Rachael. I decided I’m spending the night. Were you crying?” Penny sounded concerned.

Rachael thought about lying, but that was a strategy she had used with Nick and it never got her anywhere. Penny was even better at calling a bluff from Rachael, anyway, so the tactic would never work.

“Yes. I miss you. Wait. You’re spending the night here? Why?” Rachael was excited to hear that Penny wasn’t leaving after all. She wondered why Penny had even left.

“Because I miss you too, silly. I do need to get clothes from my apartment. As much as you’d love me to go to work naked, our co-workers would not appreciate that.”

Rachael daydreamed about Penny coming to work naked. Rachael knew that Penny wouldn’t get past the front desk without being turned away, but her mind imagined that Penny ended up on Rachael’s desk, sitting completely naked in front of her computer screen. Her legs would be crossed, somehow suggesting that Penny still retained her professionalism, despite coming to work completely out of any sort of dress code.

“I bet they would, though. Douglas in the mail room would drop dead if he saw you naked.” Rachael smiled, thinking about how Penny would look walking around naked. “He totally has a hard-on for you.”

“Yeah. But you need to have a uterus to get my attention. So, joke’s on him.”

"We also left my stuff in your car. So we need that too."

"Oh yeah. I completely forgot. Oops. Anyway, go ahead and get started on your bath, so that I can take one when I get there."

"Start my bath?" Rachael chuckled. "Okay, MOM. I'll take a bath. I wish it could be a bubble bath. But I don't have any bubbles."

"We'll get some bubble bath!" Penny sounded excited. "Then we could both have a bubble bath!"

Rachael and Penny both thought of taking a bubble bath in the same bathtub at the same time, though it's not how Penny had meant it.

"Both of us? Together?" Rachael said shyly.

"I didn't mean… shoot… umm…" Penny started to talk more softly. "I meant we could have our own bubble bath each, but together would be fun too."

"You know," Rachael tried to sound seductive. "That wouldn't be a bad idea. Usually I don't get naked and wet with my co-workers, but for you, I'd make an exception."

Penny laughed. "You are absolutely ridiculous, you silly little girl. We have to do that this week, though. Completely platonic bubble bath together. That'll be a blast."

"There is no way I could do that. There is no way I could see you naked and also me be naked and survive. I would melt into a puddle of a human." Rachael had a big smile on her face. Penny made her so happy.

"Well, I guess we'll have to work on that. I mean, now that we're dating and all. Hey. When do we want to announce this to everyone? And I'm home. Time to pack."

"Do you need to go?" Rachael hoped that she wouldn't have to.

"No. You're on my headset."

"Cool. When should we announce it. Hmmm."

Rachael stopped to think about that question. She hadn't been in consistent communication with her parents since leaving California. Her friends from back home weren't close enough for her to be concerned about having this information immediately. She could wait a lot longer before telling anyone.

"I…" Rachael was hesitant to tell Penny she didn't have anyone to announce the news to. "can't think of anybody right now."

"Not even your parents?" Penny could be heard getting out of her car. She had made it back to her apartment. "Surely your parents want to know."

"They'll just be disappointed." Rachael sighed. She wished they could just be happy for their daughter. If they were disappointed with her relationship with a wealthy white man, their disappointment would only escalate for a less wealthy Hispanic woman. "Nick was everything they said they wanted for me, but even he didn't work for them. I really don't know what they want and I don't care anymore. I want to be happy."

"I'm sorry." Penny felt bad for her. Penny had come out much earlier in her life and everyone in her family was accepting and supportive, except for her great uncle, who lived in a cabin by himself in Washington state. He was well known to voice his opinion when he was opposed to changes in tradition. "I know my family would love to meet you, Rachael. Mamá and Tío Benny will be so happy that I've got a girlfriend again. I'm warning you now. They'll ask when the wedding will be. They always want me to rush into things."

Rachael laughed. “I would love to meet your family. They sound great.”

“They are. Okay. I’m going to get off the phone and pack. You take a bath, I’ll call back when I’m on the way. Love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too, Penny. Bye.”

Rachael picked herself up off the floor and carried her box of diapers with her. She made her way back upstairs to her bedroom where she started looking for pajamas to wear after her bath. There was a comfortable gray t-shirt, panties, and some pajama pants still in her suitcase. As she went into the bathroom, the crinkle of a plastic backed diaper reminded her that she had been padded, now for most of the day. It was easy for her to forget what she was wearing most of the time and hadn’t remembered over the past hour. Undressing in the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror in just a diaper. There was no trash can in the bathroom yet, so she wondered how she would throw away the diaper. She hadn’t used it, so reusing it later was still an option, so she decided it would be okay to just slip it off and leave it there.

She started the bathtub water, which was separate from the shower stall in this bathroom and waited for the water to warm up. While she waited, she performed her usual ritual of checking her skin for any zits that had appeared during the day. With the water warmed up enough, she started her bath. Methodically, she washed her hair and body, making sure to scrub a little harder on her upper arm, where the man had grabbed her earlier that day. She shivered as the memory played back from the event. She couldn’t wait for Penny to be back. After finishing the fairly quick bath, she got out and dried off. Next were the pajamas which she would sleep in. After getting dressed, she brushed her hair. Penny called as she finished brushing her teeth.

“Hey. I’m packed and on my way to you.”

“Yay! Thank you for spending the night again. I’m going to appreciate not being alone with the memory of today swirling around in my head.”

“I’ll protect you from the big scary men, my sweet baby angel.” Penny had a smile in her voice. “I’ll protect you for the rest of my life, Rachael.”

“Thank you, Penny.”

“You’re welcome. Hang tight and I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Rachael spoke softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

Penny ended the call and Rachael stared at her phone. As long as she knew Penny was going to be around, Rachael was happy. The thought of Penny being back home earlier made Rachael feel as if she had gone away permanently. Gone to some kind of void space, inaccessible and fated to never come back. It was an irrational thought, of course. Here in Littleton, Rachael and Penny were never more than 30 minutes apart, unless Penny had to leave for a business trip. Rachael wondered how that time without Penny would affect her.

She walked into the bedroom, turned on the TV and sat on the bed. There was nothing on, as usual. Rachael had just wanted some background noise in the room, anyway. After getting over the initial shock of being in a strange new place, she had remembered how much she both loved and hated silence. There was a wonderful absence of any annoyances when a room was quiet. In contrast, the silence amplified all other noises to an extreme. When a room was quiet enough, she could hear her breathing. Rachael always made a point to breathe quietly, but that level of silence made it sound as though she had a stuffy nose with the amount of noise the air passing through her nose made.

Silence was great when people had become too much for her. When she wanted people around, though, silence carried a ringing tone of loneliness. Lonely silence had crushed her to tears many times before. She wanted Penny back now. Changing channels, Rachael hoped to find something to distract herself with. It was too late at night. Boring adult shows were on.

Rachael got a text from Penny. She was here. Rachael excitedly got up and went downstairs to meet her.

“I’m back.” Penny was carrying her box of diapers and a suitcase. “Do you want to help me bring everything in?”

“Of course.”

The two unloaded Penny’s car. There was the floor lamp, decorations and small furniture, plus another suitcase Penny had brought. A few suits were hanging on the shirt hooks in the back seat of the car. A small amount of time later, they had managed to get everything inside.

“Cool. That’s everything. If you’ll excuse me, I would like to take a shower. I’m tired.” Penny was truly tired. She was normally a fairly energetic person, but today had taken a lot out of her.

“Enjoy your second shower in my shower. I guess it’s basically yours, now. You’re the only one who’s used it so far.”

The two walked upstairs, taking Penny’s suitcases and diaper box with them. They left everything else downstairs.

“I will, thank you. I won’t be long. I just need a quick shower.”

Rachael went back to watching TV. She could feel the last bits of energy draining out of her. She knew she would have to be asleep soon. She wondered if Penny felt the same way. Mere minutes later, Penny was done with her shower. She emerged from the bathroom in a gray tanktop and pajama shorts, similar to Rachael’s. Penny’s hair was still damp after her shower so she continued to blot it dry as she walked into the bedroom.

“And done. Are you ready for sleep, little Rachael girl?”

“Yes I am.”

Rachael got onto the bed and crawled toward her pillow.

“Are you sure? That looks like a plain old butt to me. I’m no expert on how Rachael works yet, but you did tell me before that you wet the bed when you’re stressed.”

Rachael was slightly embarrassed. “When did I tell you that?” She was also attempting to dodge having to put on a diaper before bed. It was too much work, she thought.

“A while back. 2 years ago or so. I was talking about how my little brother used to wet the bed and you brought up your stress wetting.”

“Oh.”

“So why don’t we get you all padded up to sleep tonight. Does that sound good?”

“That’s too much work, Penny. I just want to go to sleep.” Rachael continued to dodge the task.

“Okay. Then I’ll do it.”

Penny went over to Rachael’s box of diapers and plucked out a pink Rearz diaper.

“This should work. Lay down so I can diaper you.”

Rachael got much more embarrassed. “I… I can do that.”

“You said you didn’t want to because you’re tired. I have a little energy. Lay down and let me take care of you.” Penny patted the bed where she stood before she took the towel back into the bathroom.

“No one’s ever diapered me before. And… you would see me naked!” Rachael tried to make it sound like Penny was demanding something outrageous, though it was very practical for the circumstances.

“You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. I’m sure you look just like me. Now, get on your back and let me change you. I don’t want to wake up in your pee.” Penny spoke affectionately, though most people would have assumed there was some kind of negative connotation based on what she said alone.

“But…”

This time, Penny just pointed in front of her on the bed.

Rachael silently complied, much to her own amusement and annoyance.

Penny expertly slid off Rachael’s pajama shorts and panties in one swift motion. Rachael covered her face, as if she could hide from the embarrassment of being completely exposed to Penny at this moment. Rachael could hear the crinkle of the diaper as she fluffed it. Her mind was in an odd state. As one part reveled in the act of getting changed into a diaper, another part fussed that this act was wrong and unacceptable. After all, how could she be allowing another woman diaper her as though she were a child?

The simplest answer was that she was being changed by her best friend turned girlfriend. If anyone had permission to perform this act, it would be her. Penny did have an excellent point, as well. Rachael had been very stressed today. There was a very high chance that she would wet tonight. Penny was not only saving herself from getting wet, but the bed sheets as well, in addition to keeping Rachael herself dry.

Quickly, but also with a gentle touch, Penny slid Rachael’s diaper underneath her. Neither woman spoke. This moment was too intimate for that. Penny pulled the front of the diaper up, then firmly and carefully taped up her diaper, bottom tapes first. After the last tape was done, Penny tapped Rachael’s left hip twice to signal that she was done.

Very timidly, Rachael asked “Do I get my shorts back?”

“Nah.” Penny smiled. “There’s no reason to hide your diaper. I know it’s there. It won’t bother me or you. And I can give you quick and easy diaper checks this way.”

Penny smiled a cartoonishly large smile.

Rachael clambered around to crawl under the covers as fast as she could. She felt immensely loved and taken care of, but also extremely exposed. Her best friend had just seen her naked.

“You’re a meanie. A mean meanie head that I’m very thankful for.” Rachael’s eyes peeked out from under the covers as Penny turned off the TV and Rachael’s bedside lamp.

“Thank you. I’m thankful to have you in my life, too. Let’s see. I’m ready for bed. Babygirl is ready for bed. I think we can sleep now. Don’t you?” Penny walked to the far side of the bed and crawled under the covers.

“Uh huh. I’m super comfy now.”

“Good. Come here. Let’s snuggle up, cutie girl.”

Rachael scooted her back towards Penny to be her ‘little spoon’. Rachael could feel her body heat on her back and legs and it felt wonderful as they lay there together. She focused on the sensation of Penny’s chest against her back. Rachael had other girls hug her from behind before. She had felt other girls breasts pressed against her back, but it had never been like this. This situation DID have a sexual connotation, to Rachael at least.

Rachael very slowly arched her hips towards Penny’s. It seemed as normal and good as stretching, but Rachael knew that Penny would understand the motion as a sexual one, if she noticed the subtle movement at all. Sexuality wasn’t the motivation for the motion at first. Regardless, it felt sexual now.

“Little girl! What are you doing?” Penny sounded amused. Rachael startled a bit.

“Uh… I, um…” Rachael was quickly losing her ability to make coherent words.

Penny reached her hand down in front of Rachael’s diaper and pressed inward.

Rachael moaned quietly as her hips pushed themselves against Penny’s hand.

Penny pressed harder and slowly rubbed up and down.

“Is this what you want?” Penny whispered in Rachael’s ear. She propped herself up on one elbow to get a better angle on what she was doing.

Rachael moaned louder. She didn’t have thoughts anymore. Her entire waist wanted to shove as hard as possible against Penny’s hand. That’s all that mattered. Her hips had to have Penny’s hand. She rocked back and forth over it. She had to. There was nothing else that mattered more. She wanted Penny’s hand to go inside of her. She didn’t remember how long it had been, but Penny’s hand had been outside her for too long now. She had to have it inside of her. Nothing else mattered more. Rachael grabbed Penny’s hand and shoved it in her diaper. Push it in. Harder. Faster. She drove the hand in as deep as she could, grinding on it all the while. Harder. Deeper. She had to have it.

Release.

Rachael arched her back, as she always did while orgasming. Waves of pure pleasure rolled through her like waves on a beach. She had no mind, no body. Here, there was only pleasure and energy. You could seem to exist here forever, but it would leave, as it usually does. Slowly, Rachael came back to her senses. She was panting heavily, though her breathing was returning to normal as time continued to pass.

“Welcome back.”

A soft, lovely voice had said that. Who was it again? Oh, yes. It was Penny. Penny was the one who did that just now. It was amazing. Her brain fought hard to bring cohesion back to her words, but she was beyond exhausted now.

“Thank you, Penny. That was amazing.”

“You’re welcome. You owe me one. Later. Sleep.”

Rachael fell asleep nearly instantly. Penny listened to her breathing for a few minutes as it quickly became light snoring. She laid back down and drifted off to sleep as well. Today had been a whirlwind of activity, but the start of another work week loomed closer. Whatever happened, the two would do it together.

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 5 years ago

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Ebony Anderson → Nafessa Williams → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: July 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Catholic

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→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Tracker and Dealer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Vibrant Colors and ‘Me’ Time

Two Dislikes: Coconut and Muttering

Two Fears: Semi Truck Accident and Disappointing her Parents

Two Hobbies: Attending Fashion Weeks and Researching

Three Positive Traits: Outgoing, Persuasive, Flexible

Three Negative Traits: Frivolous, Instigative, Selfish

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Grant Anderson (Father): Ebony has always been daddy’s little girl and has had Grant wrapped around her finger since birth. He taught her everything she knows and made sure she trained only with the best. Ebony knows Grant will make a great leader but is also unsure if taking the mantle at 53 years old is wise or beneficial for their family.

Candace Anderson (Mother): Ebony’s mother is loving and smothering. Candace’s family believed in breeding for the best possible hunter outcomes. Ebony does not blame her mother for running and finds her story encouraging; especially about meeting her dad. This also made Ebony life hell with a clingy and opinionated mother. Candace has been lighting the fire under her to get married and have kids.

Sibling Names:

Imani Colt nee Anderson (Sister): Ebony and Imani have a common sisterly bond. They have each others backs and get along well but are also constantly fighting about stupid things and pissing each other off. Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Chris Shaw (Dated): Ebony dated Chris for 3 months for information about Isaac and Sol for her cousin Nia. Chris thought she was human and that she was too busy to continue their relationship. Chris was boring but very easy to pull information from, while he didn’t right out tell her what was going on, Ebony could easily piece together his subtext and hints.

Tristan Lawton (Ex-Boyfriend): Tristan was surprisingly easy to get close to but Ebony was unable to make it last as long as she would have liked to. The witches and warlock supernatural community is tightly knitted and Tristan called her out for being a hunter on their second date. He seemed cool about it and asked to keep seeing her which Ebony indulged in for a few months pulling away. They have continued to see each other off and on for the past 6 years.

Carter Bialar (Ex-Boyfriend): Ebony went after Carter after Alice Colt was attacked by someone from the Cat Pack. Grant wanted info and they only had a last name to go off of. She tracked down his son and pumped him for as much info as she could. He ghosted her after she met one of his friends and she thinks they may have figured her out.

Riley Anderson (Flirted): Ebony inadvertently got Riley’s information from Carter. Riley was his college buddy that Ebony found out was a bear shifter. She shared the information with Alexus and Grant but was told to hang back while Alexus worked with the senior members of their pack. Riley was unknown to them since he never frequented the Fields Hotel. Ebony still flirted with him and faked interest in purchasing a house. They attended a few parties together and hung out but Ebony had to call it quits when he wanted to introduce her to his friends, including Carter who she had recently broken things off with on bad terms.

Audo Wilhelm (Ex-Boyfriend): Audo was one of Ebony’s first targets. Grant wanted her to get an inside look at Shutter House Exports & Import and Audo was supposed to be her ticket in. He was literally the only magic user they knew that took some type of transportation to work instead of using magic. Ebony was sure she was ready but she quickly caught genuine feelings for Audo. It wasn’t love but she cared about him and his well being. Ebony quickly got what information she could and called things off.

Platonic Connections:

Nia Anderson (Cousin): She couldn’t stand Nia while they were younger, believing she got everything she wanted for a quarter of the work that Ebony and Imani did. They’ve become closer in their 30s and Ebony has come to realize that Nia doesn’t really seem to want to be head of the Andersons. That realization has taken a lot of the animosity away, and Ebony can have fun with Nia.

Trevon Anderson (Cousin): Ebony likes Trevon and thinks he’s making his own path. He seems to have really taken to Grant and Blaine, and Ebony thinks it’s made him a better hunter.

Marquis Anderson (Cousin): Ebony doesn’t really know what’s going on with Marquis. He always seems to be lurking in the shadows, or on his way out. She hasn’t been hunting with him in ages, but apparently he holds his own.

Raven Jenkins (Cousin): Ebony likes Raven. She gets her independence and thinks it should be encouraged. She’s loyal to the family and a good hunter, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Tirra Jenkins (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Tirra is off in her own world thinking she matters more than the rest of them. The best thing she did was have Raven.

Amy Colt (Good Friend): Imani and Blaine introduced Ebony and Amy to each other when they first started to date. They bonded over being their families dealers and hunting. They’ve recently started to share contacts. Their personalities matched enough to hang out away from their families and hunting in general.

Rebecca Stone (Friend): Rebecca pulled Ebony aside at Lilly’s House with inquiries about a leather jacket she was wearing, Ebony took it upon herself to order multiple genuine leather jackets for Rebecca; Ebony heard Rebecca was a leather jacket enthusiast. They’ve remained in contact and have become friends.

Samir Khoury (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one or two of them would be what she actually needs. Since ingredients are rare, it’s hard to find other hunters who are willing to share their sources or supplies. Samir doesn’t ask questions and thinks she is a human beautician and naturalist.

Judson Cleirigh (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one of them would be what she needs. Ebony thinks Judson may be suspicious of her but he has yet to say anything or acted out in any way to confirm it. He has randomly started to add care tips for growing her own ingredients at home but none of them have been any of the key ingredients she needs. She thinks he’s just being nice and helpful.

Sirius Cobic (Mutual Agreement): The human shifters seem to be the neutral party in Chicago and they own the police. Ebony can’t tell for sure if every person in the police department is a human shifter or if it’s a mixture but it is clear that Sirius is the ring leader. Sirius randomly approached her one day with a proposition that Ebony couldn’t refuse. He was willing to hand off untouchables and other supernaturals that go unpunished by their packs to the Andersons.

Douglas Gish (Mutual Agreement): Douglas is another known human shifter that approached Ebony nearly a year after Sirius did but around the same time as Sarah. The human shifter police officers were willing to hand off human cases that weren’t handled properly or didn’t have enough evidence to prosecute. They are willing to turn a blind eye to their activities as long as they aren’t messy. Malik seems to be the only one that still gets speeding or parking tickets.

Sarah Harris (Mutual Agreement): Sarah has approached Ebony and Elle Colt about hunting human criminals. Jackals have no use to hunters besides information; the same can be said for rats and nimbles. The Anderson’s family hunt for hire for the local Jackal Pack and in return the jackal government workers look in the opposite direction when it comes to zoning, public records, licensing, code enforcement, power and light bills, etc.

Blaine Colt (Brother-In-Law): Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship. Ebony likes Blaine’s way of hunting and looks forward to working more with him in the future.

Fiona ‘Fi’ Marz (Friendly): During a really bad tornado, Ebony took an anonymous order for animal shifter and human shifter blood. Her contact turned out to be a vampire. They continued to deal like this for bad thunderstorms and tornadoes. After Imani joined the Colt family, Ebony shared another dealer, Amy Colt’s information with Fi to lessen her load.

Hostile Connections:

Malik Jenkins (Uncle-In-Law): Malik has never tried to get to know Ebony personally. While Malik and Grant are friends, he has practically ignored Ebony and Imani. They’re unsure why but cannot bring themselves to care about it.

Alexus Anderson (Aunt): Alexus always looked down on Ebony and her open ways. Besides family and hunter business, Ebony tries her best to ignore Alexus.

Seth Allen (Annoyance): Seth is a new player in town. Sarah Harris has apologized on his behalf multiple times and Ebony had to fight to get his name off of the hunters free for all board at Lily’s House. Seth has been spotted around town in his animal form and spraying graffiti everywhere.

Jazmine Anderson (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Jazmine is the biggest backstabber of them all, and even though they all know this, they repeatedly get played. Ebony knows she’s not immune and has limited her time talking to her after she created a fight between her and Imani.

Pets:

Meowth (Siamese Cat): She saw Meowth in the window of a pet store on a “Me Time” vacation and couldn’t get his face out of her mind. She went back three times that week and on the third time, bought him and everything he’d need.

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Nafessa Williams [1][2][3][4]

#Nafessa Williams #Hunter RPG #open roleplay #city rpg #new rpg

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chicagocityofclans · 5 years ago

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Ebony Anderson → Nafessa Williams → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: July 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Catholic

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Tracker and Dealer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Vibrant Colors and ‘Me’ Time

Two Dislikes: Coconut and Muttering

Two Fears: Semi Truck Accident and Disappointing her Parents

Two Hobbies: Attending Fashion Weeks and Researching

Three Positive Traits: Outgoing, Persuasive, Flexible

Three Negative Traits: Frivolous, Instigative, Selfish

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Trevon Anderson (Cousin): Ebony likes Trevon and thinks he’s making his own path. He seems to have really taken to Grant and Blaine, and Ebony thinks it’s made him a better hunter.

Raven Jenkins (Cousin): Ebony likes Raven. She gets her independence and thinks it should be encouraged. She’s loyal to the family and a good hunter, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Tirra Jenkins (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Tirra is off in her own world thinking she matters more than the rest of them. The best thing she did was have Raven.

Samir Khoury (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one or two of them would be what she actually needs. Since ingredients are rare, it's hard to find other hunters who are willing to share their sources or supplies. Samir doesn’t ask questions and thinks she is a human beautician and naturalist.

Douglas Gish (Mutual Agreement): Douglas is another known human shifter that approached Ebony nearly a year after Sirius did but around the same time as Sarah. The human shifter police officers were willing to hand off human cases that weren’t handled properly or didn’t have enough evidence to prosecute. They are willing to turn a blind eye to their activities as long as they aren't messy. Malik seems to be the only one that still gets speeding or parking tickets.

Sarah Harris (Mutual Agreement): Sarah has approached Ebony and Elle Colt about hunting human criminals. Jackals have no use to hunters besides information; the same can be said for rats and nimbles. The Anderson's family hunt for hire for the local Jackal Pack and in return the jackal government workers look in the opposite direction when it comes to zoning, public records, licensing, code enforcement, power and light bills, etc.

Blaine Colt (Brother-In-Law): Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship. Ebony likes Blaine's way of hunting and looks forward to working more with him in the future.

Hostile Connections:

Alexus Anderson (Aunt): Alexus always looked down on Ebony and her open ways. Besides family and hunter business, Ebony tries her best to ignore Alexus.

Pets:

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Nafessa Williams [1][2][3][4]

#Ebony Anderson #Nafessa Williams #Taken

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