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My Unhinged Character Analysis/Manifesto: Why Uncle Andrew (from the Chronicles of Narnia) is the most pathetic cringe-fail villain to ever exist (and for my TMBS fans, how this man manages to be a combination of the worst traits from Curtain, Garrison, and Jeffers)

Recently TMBS and the Chronicles of Narnia went head to head in the best childhood book competition, and I commented that while I have a TMBS hyper-fixation right now, I also love Narnia and would have to vote for them in a bracket about who has the best pathetic cringe-fail villain simply because Uncle Andrew manages to take all the worst qualities of all the TMBS show villains and combine them into the ultimate mega cringe-fail pathetic loser villain.

Well @sophieswundergarten replied with this:

"OH THAT'S SUCH A GOOD POINT I hadn't considered that. Uncle Andrew is definitely the worst parts of them. He has the arrogance of Curtain, the decision to ignore ethics a bit for science of Garrison, and the inability to be in any way effective or solve problems of Jeffers. PLEASE tell me your Uncle Andrew analysis and thoughts, I would love to hear it"

And I would be more than happy to offer my thoughts because

A) I have been waiting to drop my analysis on how much of a pathetic loser this man is ever since I read the books when I was eight and

B) There are probably some TMBS fans who follow me, who have never read the Magician's Nephew, and are asking themselves "can this man I've never heard of really embody the worst of three cringe-fail TMBS villains? Is he that much of a disaster?" And if that's you, then congratulations, you are my target audience and oh boy are you in for a treat today. Strap in my friends, it is gonna be a wild ride.

Uncle Andrew is the ultimate embodiment of the phrase "F around and find out." The man F's around, and BOY does he find out.

There is a LOT, so let's start with the backstory. If you've never read Narnia (or have only read the famous one about the Wardrobe), Magician's Nephew is the first chronological book in the series in which Digory (the Professor in the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe) is a twelve year old boy sent to live at his maternal Aunt Letty's house because his dad is busy with his job (don't remember the details, not important) and they need someone to look after Digory's mother because she's sick and likely dying.

While there he befriends an eleven year old girl named Polly, and together they go exploring through the attics of their homes and the adjacent empty terraced houses (connected houses) and somehow accidently end up in Digory's Uncle's study (which they are not allowed to go into).

Important Note: Digory's Uncle is not his Aunt Letty's husband, but her brother who lives in her attic. He's described as being a very creepy and sinister looking person and looks a lot older than his age. I'll include illustrations from the book for reference as well as links to where they came from if those are available. This is what Uncle Andrew and the children look like:

When Digory and Polly realize their mistake, they try to leave Uncle Andrew's study, and the first thing Uncle Andrew does is lock them in his study, refuse to let them out, and says something to the effect of "haha, now my foolish sister can't get at you. Two children are just what I need." Here's the exact quote because Lewis puts it better than I ever could:

Digory was quite speechless, for Uncle Andrew looked a thousand times more alarming than he had ever looked before. Polly was not so frightened yet; but she soon was. For the very first thing Uncle Andrew did was to walk across to the door of the room, shut it, and turn the key in the lock. Then he turned round, fixed the children with his bright eyes, and smiled, showing all his teeth. "There!" he said. "Now my fool of a sister can't get at you!" It was dreadfully unlike anything a grown-up would be expected to do. Polly's heart came into her mouth, and she and Digory started backing towards the little door they had come in by. Uncle Andrew was too quick for them. He got behind them and shut that door too and stood in front of it. Then he rubbed his hands and made his knuckles crack. He had very long, beautifully white, fingers. "I am delighted to see you," he said. "Two children are just what I wanted." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

A great introduction, 10/10, totally trustworthy guy.

Then, after the children beg to be let out, Uncle Andrew's like: "oh ok. You kids probably find an old man like me boring anyway. But say, before you go, Polly, why don't you take one of these nice shiny rings? NOT ONE OF THE GREEN ONES- I um... I'm saving those for a special occasion, but please, please, take one of these yellow rings, they are very fun."

Which of course is a perfectly normal way to give someone a present.

The kids don't want to spend another second with this lunatic, so Polly grabs the yellow ring and immediately disappears into thin air.

Digory is so scared he almost starts screaming, but then his uncle clamps his hand over his mouth and reminds Digory that his mother is terribly ill and hearing a scream could frighten her to death in order to shut him up, because Uncle Andrew, like Curtain, is a horrible uncle and a horrible sibling.

That's the first chapter, and the next one is basically Uncle Andrew giving Digory his big grand villain speech and giving his big grand villain origin story, all while ignoring the fact that Polly has vanished and is likely in danger, and calls his nephew rude because he keeps bringing it up.

"But what about Polly?" "How you do harp on that!" said Uncle Andrew. "As if that was what mattered! -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew announces to Digory that Polly has been a test subject (thus far the only human test subject) in his grand scientific experiment in which he has sent someone to another world using magic rings (So there's your first Curtain/Garrison comparison: conducting unethical scientific experiments on children)

Now, you might wonder, how did Uncle Andrew get these magic rings? Did Uncle Andrew come up with this magic stuff himself like Garrison invented the Whisperer?

Well, no.

Much like Curtain stole his tech from Garrison, Uncle Andrew stole his magic from his fairy godmother. According to Uncle Andrew, his fairy godmother spent her last years of life in prison, made bad life choices, and on her death bed gave him a box of magic and told him to burn it all and not mess with magic stuff. Uncle Andrew promised her he would do as she asked, but lied through his teeth. When Digory points out it's bad to break one's promises, Uncle Andrew gives his version of Curtain's "The Endless Burden of Greatness is Mine Alone to Bear" speech (his is called the "High and Lonely Destiny" speech) which goes like this:

"Oh, I see. You mean that little boys ought to keep their promises. Very true: most right and proper, I'm sure, and I'm very glad you have been taught to do it. But of course you must understand that rules of that sort, however excellent they may be for little boys—and servants—and women—and even people in general, can't possibly be expected to apply to profound students and great thinkers and sages. No, Digory. Men like me, who possess hidden wisdom, are freed from common rules just as we are cut off from common pleasures. Ours, my boy, is a high and lonely destiny." As he said this he sighed and looked so grave and noble and mysterious that for a second Digory really thought he was saying something rather fine. But then he remembered the ugly look he had seen on his Uncle's face the moment before Polly had vanished: and all at once he saw through Uncle Andrew's grand words. “All it means," he said to himself, "Is that he thinks he can do anything he likes to get anything he wants." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew then explains that the box his godmother gave him was from Atlantis and contained dust which he used to make the rings, which allow you to travel to other worlds. Thus far, he has tested this on guinea pigs (some of which died or exploded), but guinea pigs can't tell you what they saw in the other world, nor can they travel back.

Of course, Uncle Andrew is too scared to travel to another world himself, but he wants to know what it is like, so his plan was to trick Polly into going and force Digory to go after her with two green rings so that they can make the return journey, reasoning that even if Digory told others what his uncle had done, no one would believe him (Andrew explains that the yellow rings take you to another world, the green rings take you back, but since Polly doesn't have a green one, Digory has to go after her). And I know I'm putting in a LOT of quotes, but just... this section makes Curtain of all people look humble and considerate by comparison. I mean, at least Curtain had a REASON why he was using children for his experiments other than his own cowardice (because their voices are easily trusted). Although Uncle Andrew does use Garrison's "It's my life's work" line:

"Well why didn't you go yourself then?" Digory had hardly ever seen anyone so surprised and offended as his Uncle did at this simple question. "Me? Me?" he exclaimed. "The boy must be mad! A man at my time of life, and in my state of health, to risk the shock and the dangers of being flung suddenly into a different universe? I never heard anything so preposterous in my life! Do you realize what you're saying? Think what Another World means—you might meet anything anything." "And I suppose you've sent Polly into it then," said Digory. His cheeks were flaming with anger now. "And all I can say," he added, "even if you are my Uncle— is that you've behaved like a coward, sending a girl to a place you're afraid to go to yourself." "Silence, sir!" said Uncle Andrew, bringing his hand down on the table. "I will not be talked to like that by a little, dirty, schoolboy. You don't understand. I am the great scholar, the magician, the adept, who is doing the experiment. Of course I need subjects to do it on. Bless my soul, you'll be telling me next that I ought to have asked the guinea-pigs' permission before I used them! No great wisdom can be reached without sacrifice. But the idea of my going myself is ridiculous. It's like asking a general to fight as a common soldier. Supposing I got killed, what would become of my life's work?"-The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Now, you might be wondering: Why does Uncle Andrew want to send these children to a mysterious other world so badly? Is there something he wants them to get for him?

No.

He has no idea where they are going, and has no plan for what to do if they come back for something dangerous. He considers himself a "great scientist/magician/philosopher/scholar", but so far his "experiments" have just been him doing random stuff with magic things his fairy godmother told him to burn in the hopes that something works out.

In fact, it becomes very apparent that Uncle Andrew's intelligence is less on the level of Garrison/Curtain and much more on par with Jeffers. Unlike Curtain, who at least understands something about the tech he took from Garrison, Andrew understands as much about his godmother's magic dust box as Jeffers does about anything.

In fact, Uncle Andrew is so clueless, that even after his "years of experiments" the instructions he gave Digory (that the green rings take you home and the yellow rings make you vanish) are complete BS which leaves Digory and Polly to figure the rings out themselves. In actuality, the yellow rings take you to the Wood Between the Worlds and the green rings allow you to travel out from the wood to any world you want, provided you jump into the right "world pool" (Side tangent: this is a super cool concept that actually inspired the World Between the Worlds in Star Wars. I admittedly don't know as much about the Star Wars version, but I think it would be cool if it operates like the Narnia version where good people who go there experience it as a blissful paradise they could never forget, while it makes bad people feel sick and horrified and they lose all memory of going there as soon as they leave (but like, with light/dark side users). Even if that's not how it works, the fact that the Narnia version inspired it is interesting and I have a photo of the wood below from the page linked above).

Other side note: This also makes it unclear whether the box Uncle Andrew stole was really from Atlantis, or whether anything else he says about magic is true, because he clearly has no idea what he is talking about.

So Digory goes after Polly and through a series of complicated events, they return to London with an evil witch named Jadis (the White Witch from the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe), who is revealed to have committed the omnicide of her own world. She doesn't have her magic powers in our world, but she's still seven feet tall, physically beautiful, insanely strong, and wants to conquer earth. Uncle Andrew is immediately horrified. Jadis yells at him, calls him a fake magician, and demands he fetch her a well-trained dragon or chariot so that she can begin her conquest. Uncle Andrew leaves to call her a cab.

This sequence is shown below (Images: X, X, X).

Now at this point, one might think that this is where Uncle Andrew realizes he is out of his depth, and seeks to find a way to get Jadis back to her own world, right?

No.

For you see, Uncle Andrew is an alcoholic, but unlike Garrison, is making no effort to stay sober or keep his drinking under control, so after being frightened by Jadis, he immediately goes to his room to get trashed (because it's the only place he can hide the alcohol from his sister).

While under the influence, he forgets about how terrifying Jadis is and starts thinking about how pretty the witch looked and decides that he (a sixty year old man who looks eighty and lives with his sister), actually has a shot with her. So he puts on some good clothes and starts fantasizing about it, before going downstairs to ask his sister for money to take Jadis on a date.

Now that the Witch was no longer in the same room with him he was quickly forgetting how she had frightened him and thinking more and more of her wonderful beauty. He kept on saying to himself, "A dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman. A superb creature." He had also somehow managed to forget that it was the children who had got hold of this "superb creature": he felt as if he himself by his Magic had called her out of unknown worlds. "Andrew, my boy," he said to himself as he looked in the glass, "you're a devilish well preserved fellow for your age. A distinguished-looking man, sir." You see, the foolish old man was actually beginning to imagine the Witch would fall in love with him. The two drinks probably had something to do with it, and so had his best clothes. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The author then informs us that Uncle Andrew claims that his day job is "managing his dear sister's business for her". No one believes this lie, not only because Uncle Andrew is clearly an idiot who could never run a business, but also because in actuality, Uncle Andrew is unemployed and in fact has been actively ruining his sister's business by running up large bills on alcohol and expensive cigars while he spends his days making guinea pigs explode in the attic in the name of great science. (Digory's Aunt Letty simply believes that her brother is crazy and is letting him live at her house because he's family).

Uncle Andrew, what with "managing dear Letty's business matters for her", and never doing any work, and running up large bills for brandy and cigars (which Aunt Letty had paid again and again) had made her a good deal poorer than she had been thirty years ago. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So when Uncle Andrew comes downstairs, drunk, in his fancy clothes to beg his sister for money, she asks him whether he's not ashamed after what he's done to her financially, to which Uncle Andrew replies that he needs to entertain a "distinguished foreigner". Aunt Letty calls him on his BS, and then Jadis comes in, calls Andrew her slave, and demands her chariot. Aunt Letty, after hearing this and seeing her brother drunk and Jadis dressed in what would be considered revealing clothing for 1900's London, assumes that her brother has gone from spending her hard earned money on alcohol and cigars to spending it on prostitutes, which he has brought into her good Christian home in the middle of the day while their dying younger sister and young impressionable nephew are staying with them.

At this point, Letty has had enough of her brother's foolishness. She goes off on Uncle Andrew and Jadis, calling Jadis a hussy and demanding that she leaves before she calls the police.

Jadis responds by trying to cast a spell on Aunt Letty, only to find her magic powers don't work on earth. Letty assumes that Jadis, like her brother, is also drunk and struggling to speak clearly. Jadis responds by throwing Letty across the room and instead of making sure his sister is okay, Uncle Andrew leaves that to Digory and follows Jadis out to the cab, because Uncle Andrew (like Curtain), is a horrible sibling and uncle, especially considering the child he put in danger is his dying younger sister's child and he can't even be bothered to check on his other sister who is letting him live in her house rent free even though he is actively ruining her financially.

While Aunt Letty was still hurtling through the air, the housemaid (who was having a beautifully exciting morning) put her head in at the door and said, "If you please, sir, the 'ansom's come." "Lead on, Slave," said the Witch to Uncle Andrew. He began muttering something about "regrettable violence must really protest", but at a single glance from Jadis he became speechless. She drove him out of the room and out of the house; and Digory came running down the stairs just in time to see the front door close behind them. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Aunt Letty recovers quickly because she's tough and nothing phases her, and she immediately sends the housemaid to the police to report a lunatic at large and have her brother and Jadis arrested.

And from this point forth, the rest of Uncle Andrew's story is just him getting physically destroyed over and over and over again in the most spectacular cringe-fail fashion, forever establishing him as the most ultimate pathetic cringe-fail villain of all time.

You see, while Uncle Andrew's first instinct was to take Jadis on a date, Digory and Polly actually decide "hey, why don't we use the rings to put this dangerous witch back to where she came from?" But being children, they can't just leave and go after the cab, so they wait for Uncle Andrew and Jadis to come back for several hours. Finally, the carriage comes flying around the corner, with Jadis riding on top of it, whipping the horse mercilessly while several policemen and a crowd of townspeople follow on foot. Jadis leaps off the cab and onto the horse's back, causing the cab to crash, and Uncle Andrew shakily claws his way out from the wreckage with his top hat bashed over his head.

"Now then," said the policeman, turning to him, "What's all this?" "Womfle—pomfy—shomf," came Uncle Andrew's voice from inside the hat. "None of that now," said the policeman sternly. "You'll find this is no laughing matter. Take that 'at off, see?" This was more easily said than done. But after Uncle Andrew had struggled in vain with the hat for some time, two other policemen seized it by the brim and forced it off. "Thank you, thank you," said Uncle Andrew in a faint voice. "Thank you. Dear me, I'm terribly shaken. If someone could give me a small glass of brandy—" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The policemen ignore Uncle Andrew's request for some brandy and begin to question him, because in addition to stealing and crashing a cab, Jadis has stolen clothes, robbed a jewelry store, and punched several men including a cop.

Jadis then demands the people bow down to her, but they only laugh at her. Infuriated, Jadis breaks off a lamppost to show off her strength and starts beating the policemen with it. Chaos ensues and people start panicking/rioting. Digory and Polly run out into the commotion to try to grab Jadis while holding the rings (because you can also travel by touching someone who has the rings, or by touching someone who is touching someone who has the rings, another fact Uncle Andrew "The Great Magician" was completely unaware of). This results in Jadis, Digory, Polly, Uncle Andrew, the cab driver, and Strawberry/Fledge (the horse, he has two names, it's complicated) being transported to the wood between the worlds. Digory doesn't realize that they've brought his uncle with them until he hears Uncle Andrew wailing in the dark as they travel, asking if "this is the end" and claiming that all of this is his fairy godmother's fault and he never wanted to be a magician and was apparently groomed into it by her and we should all feel very bad for him because he's just a sad little fella. It's got the same vibe as the Garrison root cellar breakdown and Curtain's YOU DON'T KNOW ME speech. I don't want to quote the whole book, but Lewis writes it so well how could I not:

Oh, thank goodness. The angry, frightened faces had vanished. The angry, frightened voices were silenced. All except Uncle Andrew's. Close beside Digory in the darkness, it was wailing on. "Oh, oh, is this delirium? Is it the end? I can't bear it. It's not fair. I never meant to be a Magician. It's all a misunderstanding. It's all my godmother's fault; I must protest against this. In my state of health too. A very old Dorsetshire family." "Bother!" thought Digory. "We didn't want to bring him along. My hat, what a picnic [...]" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Then the children take Jadis, Uncle Andrew, and their new companions through a pool to (you guessed it) Narnia (finally). Except this is an Adam and Eve allegory so it's actually Narnia when it's first being created.

At first, not much is happening, so Uncle Andrew actually gets the courage to stand up to Jadis, but mostly just ends up sounding like more of a loser. Very much giving when Garrison trash talks Curtain in the root cellar.

Uncle Andrew's temper at last got the better of his fears. "Yes, Ma'am, I would," he said. "Most undoubtedly I would. I should be perfectly in my rights. I have been most shamefully, most abominably treated. I have done my best to show you such civilities as were in my power. And what has been my reward? You have robbed— I must repeat the word robbed a highly respectable jeweller. You have insisted on my entertaining you to an exceedingly expensive, not to say ostentatious, lunch, though I was obliged to pawn my watch and chain in order to do so (and let me tell you, Ma'am, that none of our family have been in the habit of frequenting pawnshops, except my cousin Edward, and he was in the Yeomanry). During that indigestible meal—I'm feeling the worse for it at this very moment—your behaviour and conversation attracted the unfavourable attention of everyone present. I feel I have been publicly disgraced. I shall never be able to show my face in that restaurant again. You have assaulted the police. You have stolen—" -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Then the group sees Aslan (Lion Jesus) singing in order to make the world and animals that live in it come alive. Jadis attacks Aslan, and then seeing her powers have no effect on him, flees in fright. Uncle Andrew (in true cringe-fail fashion) turns to do the same, trips, and falls face first into a brook. He then demands Diagory use his rings to take him home, and I'm just gonna quote the book here:

"Do what you're told this minute, sir," said Uncle Andrew. "You're an extremely disobedient, ill-behaved little boy." "No fear," said Digory. "We want to stay and see what happens. I thought you wanted to know about other worlds. Don't you like it now you're here?" "Like it!" exclaimed Uncle Andrew. "Just look at the state I'm in. And it was my best coat and waistcoat, too." He certainly was a dreadful sight by now: for of course, the more dressed up you were to begin with, the worse you look after you've crawled out of a smashed hansoncab and fallen into a muddy brook. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Uncle Andrew keeps trying to get at children's rings, but is unsuccessful, and because his intelligence levels are on par with Jeffers, it wouldn't make a difference if he was successful, because he still believes that the green rings "take you home" when really all they do is take you out of the wood so grabbing them would do nothing.

Then, in a brilliant combination of Jeffers' dumb luck in securing the perimeter that one time, Curtain taking credit for other's ideas, and Garrison's mad scientist anti-ethics vibes, Uncle Andrew momentarily forgets about fleeing from the Lion. You see, before Jadis ran off, she threw a piece of scrap metal from a lamppost into the ground, and the children find that the piece of scrap metal has taken root in the ground and is now growing as a fully functioning lamppost (like a tree). Here are Uncle Andrew's thoughts on the matter:

"Remarkable, most remarkable," muttered Uncle Andrew. "Even I never dreamt of Magic like this. We're in a world where everything, even a lamp-post, comes to life and grows. Now I wonder what sort of seed a lamppost grows from?" "Don't you see?" said Digory. "This is where the bar fell—the bar she tore off the lamp-post at home. It sank into the ground and now it's coming up as a young lamppost." [...] "That's it! Stupendous, stupendous," said Uncle Andrew, rubbing his hands harder than ever. "Ho, ho! They laughed at my Magic. That fool of a sister of mine thinks I'm a lunatic. I wonder what they'll say now? I have discovered a world where everything is bursting with life and growth. Columbus, now, they talk about Columbus. But what was America to this? The commercial possibilities of this country are unbounded. Bring a few old bits of scrap iron here, bury 'em, and up they come as brand new railway engines, battleships, anything you please. They'll cost nothing, and I can sell 'em at full prices in England. I shall be a millionaire. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So now Uncle Andrew has momentarily forgotten his fears once he discovers (or rather his nephew discovers) a get-rich-quick scheme, and now he plans on colonizing Narnia so that he can built machines with its magic soil. Digory is more concerned with finding something in the magic land to help his mother, which Uncle Andrew regards as unimportant. (I mean even Show Curtain cared enough about Nicholas to care when he was dying):

"Uncle Andrew", he [Digory] said, "do you think there's anything here that would cure Mother?" "What are you talking about?" said Uncle Andrew. "This isn't a chemist's shop. But as I was saying—" "You don't care twopence about her," said Digory savagely. "I thought you might; after all, she's your sister as well as my Mother. Well, no matter. I'm jolly well going to ask the Lion himself if he can help me." And he turned and walked briskly away. Polly waited for a moment and then went after him. "Here! Stop! Come back! The boy's gone mad," said Uncle Andrew. He followed the children at a cautious distance behind; for he didn't want to get too far away from the green rings or too near the Lion. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

At this point, Uncle Andrew's story diverges from the rest of the narrative. Aslan starts singing and creating the rest of Narnia's talking animals, which disturbs Uncle Andrew. His solution to dealing with his negative feelings is Curtain-level denial in that he literally gaslights himself into believing that the animals are only making animal noises which leads to him panicking because he suddenly realizes that the children, the horse, and cab driver are interacting with the animals (and thus are no doubt about to be eaten) which means the animals will eat the magic rings and then he'll be stuck in Narnia forever.

And the longer and more beautiful the Lion sang, the harder Uncle Andrew tried to make himself believe that he could hear nothing but roaring. Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed. Uncle Andrew did. He soon did hear nothing but roaring in Aslan's song. Soon he couldn't have heard anything else even if he had wanted to. [...] And when they [the animals] laughed—well, you can imagine. That was worse for Uncle Andrew than anything that had happened yet. Such a horrid, bloodthirsty din of hungry and angry brutes he had never heard in his life. Then, to his utter rage and horror, he saw the other three humans actually walking out into the open to meet the animals.

"The fools!" he said to himself. "Now those brutes will eat the rings along with the children and I'll never be able to get home again. What a selfish little boy that Digory is! And the others are just as bad. If they want to throw away their own lives, that's their business. But what about me? They don't seem to think of that. No one thinks of me." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

But someone does think of Uncle Andrew. For you see, when the children, the cab driver, and the lead animals go off with Aslan to have an A plot, the rest of the animals are left with nothing to do but notice and curiously investigate Uncle Andrew. You see, Aslan warned the animals that an evil (the witch) has entered the land and of course, the animals stand to reason that Uncle Andrew might be the evil. The animals also can't understand Uncle Andrew like they can understand the children (because Uncle Andrew's gaslighting works both ways), and Uncle Andrew looks so thin, pale, tall, old, ugly, and dirty that the animals assume he must be a completely different species than the children and the cab driver.

So the animals move towards Uncle Andrew to investigate which leads to a chase scene. The Narnia air gives Uncle Andrew super speed (at least for an old man, he gets the ability to run like a high school track star), but the animals are faster, chase him down, and eventually surround him on all sides. (The rest of the photos are from here: X)

What struck him [Uncle Andrew] most of all was the number of open mouths. The animals had really opened their mouths to pant; he thought they had opened their mouths to eat him. Uncle Andrew stood trembling and swaying this way and that. He had never liked animals at the best of times, being usually rather afraid of them; and of course years of doing cruel experiments on animals had made him hate and fear them far more. [...] Then Uncle Andrew dropped down in a dead faint. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

An argument then ensues amongst the animals over whether Uncle Andrew is an animal or merely a poor tree that has fallen. The bulldog smells him and insists Uncle Andrew is a type of animal, but he's outvoted by the other talking animals who insist he must be a tree. Then they debate over how best to plant him, because they can't decide if Uncle Andrew's "fluffy mop hair" or his legs are his roots. Lucky for Uncle Andrew, they figure that his legs spread out more, like roots ought to, so they plant him legs first, piling the dirt up to his knees. Then they notice that for a tree, he looks very withered, so they decide to use the elephant to give him some water.

But the Elephant walked quietly to the river, filled her trunk with water, and came back to attend to Uncle Andrew. The sagacious animal went on doing this till gallons of water had been squirted over him, and water was running out of the skirts of his frock-coat as if he had been for a bath with all his clothes on. In the end it revived him. He awoke from his faint. What a wake it was! [...]

When the watering brought him to his senses, he found himself soaking wet, buried up to his thighs in earth (which was quickly turning into mud) and surrounded by more wild animals than he had ever dreamed of in his life before. It is perhaps not surprising that he began to scream and howl. This was in a way a good thing, for it at last persuaded everyone (even the Warthog) that he was alive. So they dug him up again (his trousers were in a really shocking state by now). As soon as his legs were free he tried to bolt, but one swift curl of the Elephant's trunk round his waist soon put an end to that. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

Once the animals determine that the muddy soaked mess of Uncle Andrew is a living creature, they decide to keep him safe until Aslan can get a proper look at him, which means Uncle Andrew is left in the care of these talking animals for several days. They built him a little cage out of trees, and offer him various things to eat. Birds drop worms on him, squirrels throw nuts at him, a donkey gives him thistles.

The Bear was especially kind. During the afternoon he found a wild bees' nest and instead of eating it himself (which he would very much like to have done) this worthy creature brought it back to Uncle Andrew. But this was in fact the worst failure of all. The Bear lobbed the whole sticky mass over the top of the enclosure and unfortunately it hit Uncle Andrew slap in the face (not all the bees were dead). The Bear, who would not at all have minded being hit in the face by a honeycomb himself, could not understand why Uncle Andrew staggered back, slipped, and sat down. And it was sheer bad luck that he sat down on the pile of thistles. "And anyway," as the Warthog said, "quite a lot of honey has got into the creature's mouth and that's bound to have done it some good." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

In the end, the animals begin to grow found of Uncle Andrew, and hope that Aslan will allow them to keep him as their new pet. They name him "Brandy" because that is one of the few words/noises that the animals were able to understand from Uncle Andrew's muddled speeches. When Aslan finally does take a look at him, Uncle Andrew looks (unsurprisingly) like a terrified wreck and is shaking from terror and alcohol withdrawal. Aslan puts a spell on him so that he falls asleep and can be relieved of his fear and withdrawal symptoms, at least until he goes home. When they finally return to London, Uncle Andrew wakes up in the street:

No one took any notice of the children for no one had seen them go or noticed them coming back. As for Uncle Andrew, what between the state of his clothes and the honey on his face, he could not have been recognized by anyone. -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

The children rush Uncle Andrew into the house and he immediately runs upstairs. At first they worry he's going to try to grab the rest of his magic rings, but instead he locks himself in his room so that he can drink and get rid of his withdrawal symptoms before cleaning himself up in the bathroom.

The book ends with Digory's mother getting better and Digory's father inheriting a big house in the country from a dead uncle, which Digory and his parents go to live in it together. And to thank Aunt Letty for taking care of his wife, Digory's father takes Uncle Andrew to live with them because the family decides that it isn't fair that Aunt Letty should always be the one to have to deal with him (and Letty was likely going to throw Uncle Andrew on the streets anyway at this point). This is how the book (and Uncle Andrew's story) ends:

Uncle Andrew never tried any Magic again as long as he lived. He had learned his lesson, and in his old age he became a nicer and less selfish old man than he had ever been before. But he always liked to get visitors alone in the billiard-room and tell them stories about a mysterious lady, a foreign royalty, with whom he had driven about London. "A devilish temper she had," he would say. "But she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman." -The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis

So in the end Uncle Andrew decides to stop being a weird creepy uncle who does experiments on children and starts being a normal creepy uncle who brags about the hot younger "fine woman" he got to drive around London. I should also add that there are several more passages where Uncle Andrew uncomfortably comments on how attractive Jadis is, but I figured posting them would be a beating a dead horse.

In conclusion, here are all the reasons why Uncle Andrew is a brilliant combination of all of the TMBS show villain's worst qualities:

Like Curtain, he's an awful uncle and sibling and in fact is even worse because he doesn't care at all that his sister is dying and is willing to let his nephew die.

Like Curtain, he has a delusional ego but because he has the intelligence of Jeffers he has nothing to back it up with.

Uncle Andrew's ego also leads to his own version of Curtain's "Endless Burden of Greatness" speech which is known as the "High and Lonely Destiny" speech, during which he manages to insult children, women, and the lower class, right before members of all three of those groups humiliate him for the rest of the book.

Like Curtain and Garrison, he does unethical experiments on children, but unlike them, there is no specific reason why children are needed for the experiment other than Uncle Andrew being to scared to travel to another world himself and he can't pay someone else to go because he has no money and everyone regards him as crazy

Like Curtain's happiness revolution, Uncle Andrew's magic is just stuff he stole from someone else that he doesn't fully understand and ends up causing him more problems in the end.

Like Curtain ignores Garrison's ethical concerns, Uncle Andrew blows right past his fairy godmother's warning about the dust and decides to use it to make magic rings.

Like Garrison, Uncle Andrew struggles with alcohol, and while that itself is no laughing matter, Uncle Andrew puts no effort into getting better, steals money from his sister to buy brandy, and drunkenly hits on women, while Garrison managed to work for Curtain for five years without drinking.

Like Garrison, he calls his "inventions" his "life's work" even though it basically amounts to nothing.

Like Jeffers, Uncle Andrew is unintelligent and wildly incompetent, but I don't think even Jeeper's failures can top Uncle Andrew's journey in which he is planted like a tree by wild animals who throw honey in his face.

Like all three of them, Uncle Andrew is drowning in self pity and gets easily beaten by children and wild animals.

There honestly might be more comparisons, but this more than covers the highlights.

I hope I have educated the public on why this man is the ultimate pathetic loser villain and yes, it is a crime that of all the books in the Chronicles of Narnia series, this one was never made into a movie. All I wanted as a child was to see Uncle Andrew get in a cab crash, fall in the mud, get planted like a tree, and smacked in the face with some honey. But at least the Dawn Treader movie gave us Eustace, and thank you C.S. Lewis for writing so many pathetic cringe-fail villain men who get what they deserve. It's what the world needed.

@sophieswundergarten I hope you like this analysis and thank you for encouraging my unhinged ideas.

#Very long post #But hopefully a fun one #I hope it finds its target audience #the chronicles of narnia #the magicians nephew #Uncle Andrew #digory kirke #polly plummer #ledroptha curtain #dr garrison #Jeffers #the mysterious benedict society #narnia #chronicles of narnia #aslan

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Lettie Infodump so I can talk about her here and it'll make sense

I realised I haven't properly explained what I ended up deciding my OC Lettie's uh... Deal is. I have an insane number of thoughts about her too. She's kinda my main general OC that I ported over to DoL cuz she's my main gal that I constantly rotate in my head, so this makes sense. But. Yeah. Anyway, attempting to explain miss lettice rosangel for people that follow my for my OCs for whatever goddamn reason. Infodump to provide Context about her for future posts - and a couple doodles below!

cw for more Blood Stuff than the usual DoL fare. Sucks 2 be a sacrificial lamb. and also for long.

OK so Path/ologic has always been one of the Lettie Games of All Time to me, but the way I adapted her into DoL was pretty heavily inspired by The Changeling's route (Though I also OFTEN make jokes about Cult of/the Lamb in relation to her.) Initially, because of her Dainty Woodland Weirdo vibes and stuff about her personality, I was gonna toss her at Eden and have her be a miracle-worker on the side when she's in town, but then she uh. Then she stopped being a PC and now she's just here. Among my other OCs. Doing whatever it is she does. God I really wanna do a comic based on the Pathologic intro with my PCs lol

anyway. What I actually ended up doing was making her Full Time miracle worker that was raised at the temple, because I found the image of her after being Found, spawned by the elements, getting thrown at it when her behaviour of inflicting indiscriminate psionic torture instead of crying and generally just being an absolutely horrifying creature kind of finally Broke Bailey and his goons a bit, so. Here, temple. Take this fucking thing. Kill it or exorcise maybe, I don't care just keep it away from me. And then she promptly started acting sweet as anything, having gotten old enough to start communicating a bit. (On her gaslight grindset even as an infant...)

SO. Her being thrown at the temple, plus her mysterious powers plus the circumstances of her 'birth' cleeaarly mean this is some kind of divine being, but the question of course is, In Which Direction? Upon realising that this even WAS a question, the obvious thing for her to do is to start acting the role of The Heavensent AS HARD AS POSSIBLE - Perfect and Pure and Incorruptible. Because being revealed to be even slightly bad might get her diagnosed with Lying Hellspawn. So. Yeah. Kind of a situation where you are sat up nicely on a pedestal, but don't have the Right to display any kind of moral greyness. Which is hard at times, because Lettie's kind of an asshole and only More inclined to be awful when she's being constantly treated in such a bizarre manner. Honestly even with her best efforts, I think there's murmurings of people thinking she isn't what she seems. The odd nun or monk cornering her out of sight about it and so on forth.

But yeah. Essentially, she exists more as a symbol than as a person with real thoughts or feelings. Performs illusion-based miracles, pretends to have visions and then makes them come true to fuck with people, lots of Charitable Good Deeds for Brownie Points... The OTHER thing her daily life seems to entail (Other than occasionally being molested by members of the church and overhearing people wanting to kidnap her) is being a BLOOD SACRIFICE. Her body sure is covered in weird scars from being bled on altars for religious ceremonies, or to just collect some lambs' blood for later use. And also sometimes being touched a lil inappropriately during That.

So yeah. Much thoughts on Perfection and Purity basically equating to Emptiness, Fractured Identity Stuff, Religious Trauma, the general horror-show that is the way the people that basically raised her treat her, the effects of the public eye and having to live a life where you're straight up Not Allowed to change or grow at all, because you're already supposedly Perfect. Just a hollow doll (Well not entirely hollow. She has Blood.) to project onto and adore, but also viciously blame whenever literally anything goes wrong. (I mean, is this a lamb or a goat? It's anyone's guess.)

Much Power but Zero Rights.

I have a lot of Other thoughts thematically and such but I find them hard to put into words that make sense so this is all you're getting for now.

Some Extra Facts About Her???

-Chronic Illness Moments! Being constantly a bit drained of blood, side-effects of psychic burnout plus just. Generally being sickly. This paired with the frequency with which she slips and slides around on temple floors on her sheepy hooves, I wanna start keeping count of how many times she almost gives Jordan a heart attack : )

-With her and Sydney both having kind of a IT'S COMPLICATED parental relationship with Jordan and both of them being how they are, I do NOT think Lettie likes Syd very much. Keeps telling on her when they see her break character a bit. And also is constantly just, there, being a human that she can be compared to. And if she's seen to be less virtuous than some fucking initiate, then it's OVER for her which is kinda terrifying. They rank above most of the nuns and monks at the temple on account of not personally mistreating her, but they sure do make her life harder and she delights in fucking with them.

-At some point, I made Original, Non DoL Lettie transfem because of thematic Gender stuff. Anyway I think that she came out via mix of "Your human genders don't make sense to be, but I like dresses :)" and gaslighting the temple into thinking she'd ALWAYS been this way. So she uh. Didn't come out. She gave herself bottom surgery via a terrifying blood ritual of her Own. Good for her.

-I think there is So much to explore with the Ivory Wraith. Idk the details yet, but... Yeah.

-Cuts her hair into a bob and shears her leg-wool in the summer. Also has to do smaller shearings/cuttings throughout the year probably. I think she spins it into yarn, bleaches and dyes it and knits with it. : ) Very into fiber arts in general. Sewing and embroidery and quilting are Fun and also no one can tell her idle hands are the devil's workshop if she's constantly doing something with her hands.

-I've still yet to settle on how to draw her fucking horns.

EDIT:

-Shortly after making this post, I decided she can be the PC Kylar fixates on, so I've been thinking of that. My other OC Edin already is kind of a fucking stalker, but. Yeah, it makes perfect sense for her to have multiple stalkers I think. Part of her whole deal is that she CONSTANTLY has EYES on her. Never free. Two stalkers, each with completely conflicting expectations of her is supremely on brand.

-Feeling of Kylar has figured out that she isn't what she presents herself as - but doesn't know who she actually is, instead deciding to view her as what they Want her to be, leading into the hgufkdsdjd, <3 <3 <3 You're So Naughty type shit. ... Don't tell Kylar she doesn't have a womb.

-Kylar maybe has Hopes relating to her ~special powers~ and what they could do for their parents??

#my art #Lettice the Heavensent #Lettie (DoL AU)

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lazywolfwiccan · 1 year

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Started A Joke

Aesthetic by @ravenclaw-seeker

Summary: Psychologist Brian O'Connor falls in love and changes for supervillain Dominic Toretto also known as The Joker.

Tag squad: @atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @greek-freak101 @katries @axelwolf8109 @epickiya722 @the-iridescent-phoenix @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @lynsrosegarden @bamfbuddie

"Oh, I always look forward to these meetings of ours Bri" Dominic Toretto leered with lust at his therapist Brian O'Connor

The blond laughed nervously and brushed away a none existent strand of hair. "I don't think we're aloud to enjoy this"

Dom growled a bit. "I need a favor" "I can't do much" "Oh come on Brian, anything for me?" Brian was so infatuated with him, he bit his lip and nodded. "I can try"

"I need a machine gun" "A machine gun?" Brian deadpanned back in minor disbelief.

Dom cackled a bit. "I mean...I can try"

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"Let me go!" Brian cried as he was dropped onto a table. "What do we have here?" Dom leaned over him. "What are you doing? I helped you!" Brian whimpered.

"Helped me?! You got into my mind and pulled out every memory I had!" Dom shouted. "What're you gonna do?" Brian goaded him a bit. "Are you gonna kill me?"

"Oh I'm not going to kill you, I'm just gonna hurt you, really. Really. Bad"

Pain. That was all Brian felt, right on both sides of his temple.

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"You're not leaving me again!" Brian didn't care he stole and crashed a motorcycle to get to Dom. "If you weren't crazy, I'd think you were insane!" The older man shouted.

"I gave up everything for you! I even forgave you for this!" Brian grabbed at his head. "I gave myself to you and you just threw me out"

"You were just a escape" Dom said coldly. Brian pulled out a gun. The Joker was unimpressed. "A gun doesn't scare you but my heart does" Brian said tearfully.

"I'm not telling you again Doc, go away" "Please, I'll do anything for you!"

Dom turned around. "Anything?"

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"This" Dom held out his arms and breathed in the chemicals. "Is where I was truly born"

Brian looked around, Dom grabbing his head and forcing the attention back to him. "Would you die for me?" "Yes" Brian said immediately.

"No, that's too easy. Would you live for me?" Brian hesitated for only a second. "Yes"

Dom guided him to a railing and gestured. Brian fell backwards into the vat of chemicals. Dom wanted to leave, Dom should have left. But instead he tore his coat off with a growl and dove after him.

The Joker swam with his Harlequin to the surface, Brian took a gasp of air. His Joker saved him. He did love him. The pair kissing passionately in the vat, Dom laughing manically.

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"We're all happy to see you back Dom" Vince sat down, Leon in all his half burnt glory and Jesse nodded. Dom wasn't paying attention, watching Brian dance with a random guy, almost everyone staring at him.

"Who's the kid?" "Brian O'Connor, he got me out of Arkham, I want all of you to treat him as you would treat me" Dom growled before whistling. "Puddin" Brian purred before laughing manically

Dom rather roughly pulled him onto his lap. Vince made a look that did not go unnoticed by anyone in the room.

"Got a problem?" Dom raised a dyed green eyebrow. "He looks like a whore" Brian pouted before laughing again. "You're so fucked!" He rolled over and laughed more.

"I didn't mean it like that, he looks like Letty except with no plants" More laughter, Leon smirked a bit.

"Can I kill him Puddin? Can I?" Brian begged. Dom raised his hand and Brian quieted down. "He deserves it" He pouted again.

"Leon, heads I let Bri have at it, tails he gets one more chance" "Two Face is gonna get ya!"

A coin flew in the air. "Tails" Leon said, so uninterested. Brian stuck his tongue out and curled into Dom's side again.

"He's crazier than me" Dom gripped Brian's face to look at him.

Brian cackled. "So what now, your partner in crime is fucking fruit loop?"

"We rule over this fucking town"

#fast and furious #brian o'conner #dominic toretto #brian o'connor x dominic toretto #my writing #joker x harley

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mischievoushiddleston · 2 years

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Enemys (Part 11)

All Parts here! / Masterlist here!

He was an idiot, Namor knew that, sitting on the throne in Talokan, completely alone and without Shuri, who was actually his wife, at least from Talokan's side, but he didn't know how to talk to her. He was hundreds of years old, but all this, with feelings and love was new to him. And he couldn't deny that he was hurt by the fact that this Bucky had kissed her. On top of that, Shuri was pregnant and he knew he had to face it. Maybe he had already lost her after all this, but he couldn't lose their child together. He couldn't, no matter what happened or had happened between them. "K'uk'ulkan..." said Namora and he looked to her, "I am here to report to you that the scientist has arrived in Wakanda..."

Namor nodded and sighed before rising from the throne. "Tell Attuma that we are leaving."

"Attuma is already in Wakanda watching out for the scientist," she said, and Namor nodded without saying anything else. He swam out, Namor following, stopping him when she swam a little faster than he.

"K'uk'ulkan...It is not my place to judge your actions and I won't, but since we left Wakanda you have been different...You were supposed to perform a wedding ceremony in Wakanda, but you didn't after all your efforts to get the princess to agree," she explained herself and he shook his head.

"My job is to protect Talokan, not to raise a family or get married, Namora," he said, "Don't question my motives." Namora nodded silently, knowing now that something was wrong. After all, she hadn't known him his whole life, but she had known him her whole life. She decided to let it rest, though, at least for the moment.

A short time later, they were on the back of an orca on their way to Wakanda. When they arrived at the beach they were greeted by King M'Baku, but Shuri was nowhere in sight and Namor couldn't blame her after ignoring her. "Welcome to Wakanda, K'uk'ulkan and warriors of Talokan." Namor nodded appreciatively. "May I ask where the princess is?" he asked, taking a deep breath. Was she with this Bucky?

M'Baku sighed. "I hardly saw her," he said honestly and Namor looked at him questioningly, "She didn't know about your decision not to consummate the marriage, after I told her she left and since then I saw her only a few moments, but she didn't seem well...Most of the time she was in her lab."

He nodded and they went to a jet and flew to the palace of Wakanda. Namor knew he had to talk to her, since no matter what had happened, it hadn't been fair to her. Once they were there, he said goodbye to everyone and took the broken shell he had put back together and went to the lab. But instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs and heard loud music and voices that he couldn't place at first, but the closer he got, the clearer they became. They were Shuri's and Riri's voices.

"...You need to calm down, the stress is not good for you and the baby," Riri said and Namor took a deep breath. He was going to be a father. It was something he thought he would never become. "Please, Shuri-"

"No! I'm going to do what I did best and that's bring further technological advancement to Wakanda and not worry about this child inside me that was a mistake and shouldn't exist," she said angrily, making Namor wince. "It complicates everything even more. All of this with Namor was a mistake...I know it's not the child's fault, but Namor left...He didn't even care, Riri! What sense does it make? First he tries to convince me of all this and I, as stupid as I was, agree..."

"Maybe there was something that happened in Talokan," her friend tried to reassure her, but Shuri shook her head.

"You don't understand...I was willing to forgive him for just everything, so we could be together and I'd give him another chance...Even for my mother's death," she said, her voice breaking at the end, "But it seems that from the beginning he was the man I thought he was...He got what he wanted and left...What would my family think of me for willingly letting him come to me and forgiving him? Or of this child whose father is Namor?"

Namor's grip on the fragile shell tightened as he felt his heart tighten and once again felt as if it would break. So she truly regretted her time with him and also regretted the child they had created together. Neither woman had noticed him yet. She say she wanted to forgive him, but apparently she didn't now after all, just because he had left, but she couldn't be mad at him if she just kissed Bucky and couldn't even realize he was leaving because of it. He was once again getting the blame for everything alone.

He started to get angry, but most of all sad. "Namor? How long have you been standing there?" asked Shuri's voice softly now, and he looked up at her as he felt tears welling in his eyes.

"Long enough to realize that I will annul our marriage even in Talokan if you have such contempt for me and an unborn child carrying my genes..." he said hurt. Shuri opened her mouth, but he raised his hand to stop her. "I thought I acted rashly when I left after I saw that man kissing you and wanted to talk to you." -He laughed hollowly- "But even after all that, you still blame me for everything I thought we could overcome. What's the point of continuing to try to make things change?" -Namor lifted the shell and Shuri looked to it and stepped toward him, but then stopped when he looked at her- "I gathered it that day on the beach and put it back together because it was a sign that I would come when you called me and still wanted me by your side...I wanted to bring it back to you..."

"Namor..." she said, trying to explain to herself what had really happened, "Bucky and I-"

She stopped when she saw his firm and hurt look. "I take back that promise...Actually, I take back every promise to you. My love for you blinded me into believing we could make it work, but love cannot blossom from hate and marriage will never be real...You can't love me and even though you know my true name, you still call me your enemy."

Shuri shook her head and felt tears. She had spoken in anger, but had not meant a word as he assumed. "Please, don't do this, Ch'ah..."

He looked at her and smiled sadly. "When it's over, you can finally bring yourself to do it," he said, letting the shell slip from his hand. It shattered again on the dark floor. Namor turned to leave, but Shuri grabbed his arm and stopped him as tears ran down her cheeks.

She put his hand on her stomach and placed her hand over his. "Please...I didn't mean any of what I said...It was spoken in anger," she said softly and her lower lip began to tremble. "I want all of that with you."

Namor looked at her and shook his head. "In anger you speak the truth," he said, pulling his hand away from her belly, even though it pained him. "Should you keep the child, I will be there for it." He turned and left. Shuri sobbed as she continued to cry and Namor closed his eyes, but kept walking.

#namor #namuri #nashuri #namor fanfiction #shuri #shuri fanfiction #namor x shuri #seaprincess #Wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #black panther

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heavensentofficial · 9 months

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INFO

This is an RP blog for the DOL AU of my OC Lettie/Lettice the Heavensent! Run by @degrees-of-fuck the thing the myth the absentee.

Major canon character relationship under cut for useful info just in case, but any and all interactions are welcome!Not necessary reading, but it's here and might inspire some interactions idk

Content warnings for more mentions of bloodshed n violence than is in game, references to and implications of religious abuse and most likely a whole lot of stalking.

Basic concept since she's less of a traditional PC and self explanatory than my other guys: OC that I ported over to DoL that ended up being a magic sheep thing that got thrown at the temple as a baby for Magic Baby Malevolence crimes. Magic Powers + Divine Connotation = Become a local "divine" being and have to deal with that public image and not slipping and letting anyone think you might actually be a demon instead. Also = being a sacrificial lamb/bloodbag on the down low, but she doesn't tend to post about that outside of hinting. She's also very sickly on account of Psychic Side Effects, Just Being Chronically Ill and the constant bloodletting.

JORDAN: Jordan is one of the few people at the temple that Lettie actually uhhhhh... Likes. They are probably terminally unaware of The Horrors, after all. She admires their charisma and the effect they have on others - and probably saw a lot of them growing up. As a rule, she's hiding 1000000 things from them at any given moment, generally for reasons for Not Rocking The Boat.

HARPER: Lettie is a Sickly Thing and a Cute Little Doll that needs her doctor to take care of her <:) It's just a shame the temple refuses to let Harper Keep her... (I think of my OCs, she's the one Harper would be fixated on, though frustrated by her inaccessibility relative to less... Known people.) As for her own side, Lettie despises them. Just... Very quietly. She acts sweet and compliant with them as with anyone else, occasionally looking for opportunities to mess with them. Gaslighter Combat.

KYLAR: Another member of the Lettie Fixator Club. another falls victim to her horrendous aura of Obsession Magnetism... Lettie is nice to Kylar consistently (After all, in her case, showing kindness to people others don't won't effect her specific reputation poorly) - but is always very careful not to let them get uh... Too close. (Because that WOULD.) Kylar feels like the only one that actually Knows her, but I think what they have in their head is just another false image of her. Her big eyes and tiny stature make her look just like one of their figurines and maybe, they hope, she can use her powers to help their parents.

SYDNEY: I think it's COMPLICATED for Lettie. Sydney's existence makes her paranoid, since if a human did appear to out-purity her, that feels like a risk of being re-categorized as a demon in her head. Corrupt Sydney, she'd find much easier to get along with - but I'm not sure yet how I specifically picture it. Despite this, I think the two would know each other relatively well, even if mostly through their shared connection to Jordan. But yeah. Lettie mostly avoids Sydney unless she has a Reason to approach. Sometimes does make a bit of an effort to keep them from having an aneurysm and dying/generally reaches out to them for appearance's sake lol.

IVORY WRAITH: oughghghgh the wraith... I really need to think of this more, but I think of my guys, Lettie would be the most likely to get possessed by it on a regular basis. Plus. Their shared religious Sacrifice type trauma... For MANY reasons, I think the wraith is the only DoL character Lettie would actually be into lmao. I ship it.

GWYLAN: I think they know and like each other : ) Lettie sneaks off into the woods sometimes to forage and I think they vibe with each other now and then. Plus, Gwylan has a way of coming quick when she gets mauled by wolves. Which is uh. A lot. (damned lamb...)

#infoposting

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whatupitsastarrynite · 4 years

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It Was Always You

A/N- HEY HEY! This was our first time writing for Coco and we had so so so much fun and we are now starting to feel our boy Johnny more. (or at least I know I am- Britt)

Cheers to Coco, the man who deserves so much more than he has been given thus far! 🥰😘😍

We also have a group chat that you can join and we will post our fic updates in that!

Thanks so much everyone! We love youuuu!!!

Imagine: You and Coco grew up together. The pair of you were the best of friends, inseparable right up until he met the woman who would eventually become the mother of his child. From there, you started studying hard in an attempt to get out of Santo Padre and into New York's best writing program. Coco on the other hand spiraled out of control, he was incarcerated and then later he enlisted into the marines. You kept tabs on him, but ultimately you focused on school. You got into the writing program of your dreams, you moved to New York and everything was perfect...so yeah, every now and then you had to ignore the voice in your head that told you that you missed Coco and should call him..but you leaned to cancel that voice out.

Every year for your parents birthday you would facetime them and send them a gift in the mail. As a huge editor to a very popular magazine, you couldn't afford to take time off. This year however, your father was sick, and you knew you needed to see him.

So you packed your bags, jumped on a plane and flew out to Santo Padre. The entire flight you were nervous and you kept fidgeting in your seat.

You had not set foot inside Santo Padre since you were 19 years old. You were in your early 30s now. So many things had changed, but deep down you knew in your soul that one thing remained the same....

Your love for Coco.

You parked in front of your parents’ home, letting out a sigh. Driving through Santo Padre, memories hit you left and right, thinking of shooting the shit with your cousins, sneaking out to smoke some weed at the outskirts of town around a bonfire.

Santo Padre held such sweet memories for you, but they were also bittersweet. You passed by the park where you and Johnny used to play as children, your love for him growing from there. You passed by the elementary school where you and Johnny held each other down during the third grade, shared lunch since Celia was the worst fucking mother. You passed by the middle school where you realized you had a crush on your best friend. You passed by the high school where you and Johnny eventually grew apart.

Coco, it was a nickname you fondly gave him, a nickname you made for him and it just stuck. You can’t even recall why you called him Coco, but here you two were now, apart and strangers. But you had to do what you had to do. Seeing Coco with another woman was hard enough, knowing they had a child? It was even worse. But in some ways, you were happy for Coco, it was his chance to have a family.

Even though your family was essentially his. Your parents adored Johnny Cruz. He was always so good with them, helped your mother whenever he was over, learned the ins and outs of car mechanics with your father. He was essentially an adopted son, but when you pulled away, your parents respectively did as well.

You were startled by the knock on your window. You looked to the side and found your father, looking frailer than usual, but a bright smile still on his face. You returned his smile and quickly got out of your car. Feeling your father’s warm embrace, it made you regret not coming home much more often. You weren’t obtuse, you knew your time with your parents were slowly dimming, it was the harsh reality of life. But you were going to make sure your father was going to be healthy so he could come visit you as he intended to later this year for Christmas.

“How are you?” You questioned as you pulled away.

“I’m fine, your mother was overreacting. I had pneumonia, it takes the wind out of you, but I’m feeling better. I even helped Coco with this car he got for his daughter.” Your father froze at his words and he sighed. “You know we’ve been talking to Coco.”

And you did, your parents were always honest with you and when you left, they rekindled their relationship with Coco. They excused that one kid was out of the way, at least they still had their other. It made your heart clench when they said that, it was even worse when your mother wanted to update you about Coco, but you refused. No matter how much time had passed, your love for Coco was still ever present, but you figured it would.

He was your first love, and you never had closure.

“Pops, thanks again.” His voice made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, you almost felt embarrassed how juvenile it was. “Leticia should be coming in a few hours, if she gives you shit let me know.” He couldn’t see you since your father was blocking your way. As frail as your father was, he was 6′4, 250 pounds, he covered anyone.

“Coco, you know Leticia loves us, she can be like you, but we’ve done well with you.” Your father moved to the side and Coco’s steps halted, stopping at the middle of the street.

“Hello Johnny.”

Coco blinked a few times as he continued to stare at you. The expression that was plastered on his face made him look like he had seen a ghost.

Your father cleared his throat and that seemed to snap both you and Coco out of your trance.

“I’ll be inside…oh and Johnny, Selena is making dinner tonight if you want to stay. It's homemade enchiladas.”

Coco let out a tiny groan that made your stomach clench as the sound made your thoughts darken to a more impure path.

You felt the blood rush to your face- you had not even been home for thirty minutes and you were already thinking about dragging Coco to your old room.

You took another kick to the stomach as you remembered that Coco never belonged to you that way, he never wanted you that way and he never would. In the past you had hoped, but almost a decade had passed by and he never bothered to reach out.

If he had truly had anything to say to you he would have at least sent you a damn text message.

“Yeah- yeah enchiladas sounds good pops… I just gotta call Letty.” Coco responded

Your dad waved him off.

“Nonsense, she is welcomed too. It’s a family reunion.”

You bit down in your jaw and tried not to outwardly cringe at your dad. He truly was making this more awkward than it needed to be.

“See ya kids inside” He said as he walked off.

Coco watches your dad for a second before he looked back at you. It seemed the initial shock had worn off because he gave you a small smile and shuffled over to you.

“Damn long time no see chica, how the hell have you been?” Coco asked

His voice sent goosebumps crawling up your arms and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through your body as you locked eyes with him.

“I’ve been good, busy… but ya know. Good…..you? What’s um… what’s a Mayan?” You asked as your eyes hovered on the leather kutte he was wearing.

Coco glanced down at his kutte as if he didnt wear it all the time. His eyebrows furrowed before he looked back up at you and huffed out a nervous sounding laugh.

“Its a motorcycle uh club.” He responded

You leveled him with a look, half of you wanted to push him for more information because he was clearly hiding something, the other half just wanted to catch up with him like the old days.

“Ah… so what’s been going on with you? I see you’re still stalking my parents.” You joked as you moved to pick up your suitcase.

Coco laughed and moved quickly to scoop up your bag. As he took the handle in his hand, his fingers brushed over yours and it sent a shockwave through your body that you had not been expecting.

You let out a small gasp and Coco just stared at you with his intense, soul piercing gaze.

You swallowed thickly and moved around his body so that you could make your way to the house.

“I don’t stalk, I’m welcomed here. I’m like their son they never had.” Coco joked back

You snorted but didn't respond. How could you when his joke had landed harder than he had meant for it to.

“So you and Leticia are close huh…I’m glad to hear that Johnny. If I’m being honest I was worried about you… especially since I never heard from you after I left.”

Coco stopped walking and his actions halted yours. You glanced over your shoulder and raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

“What?” You asked as he stared at you.

“I’m sorry you know…. for like never reaching out. I-I figured you were out in New York doing big things and uh..I–I didn’t want to bring you down so uh, I never reached out.”

Your heart clinched at his words and you turned your entire body around to face him. Your feet began to take on a mind of their own and you found yourself walking over to him, stopping only when you were about a foot away from him.

“Johnny…seriously? You were my best friend, I cared about you, I could have never seen you as someone who would have brought me down.”

Coco dipped his head and stared at the ground in silence as he took in your words. You desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, but you knew you couldn’t push him, so instead you stood there in silence, waiting for him to respond to you.

You sighed, somehow you always found yourself waiting for Coco Cruz.

Coco knew you were waiting for him to respond. But where does he even begin? He was sorry he basically walked away from you after he met Alejandra? That he was sorry that he didn’t have the balls to talk to you? To reach out to you? That every day for the past decade, the itch to call, to text you was always great, but it heightened during your birthday or the holidays? It was acceptable to text people during the holidays with no pretenses besides the fact it was the holidays, but you were too special to Coco for that.

And he was a fucking idiot.

He didn’t know where exactly it went wrong. He just knew that after he met Alejandra, you ceased to exist in his life and he didn’t even know how to make it right. If anything, he didn’t want to make it right since he spiraled out of control. If Coco was going to ruin his life, he would do it on his own, he could never drag you down with him. It would kill him, knowing he was the reason you were stuck in this god forsaken town. He got out and came right fucking back.

But not you, you were Ms. New York now.

Missing you never became easier, but it became easier to hide it. Though during the time he was intoxicated, where his inhibitions were low, he called out for you then, it was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. You were the best part of his life and he was blinded by everything. In hindsight, he felt that he did it himself, to let you see your potential, but he couldn’t credit your greatness to him.

You’ve reached your dreams and it was further proof that you didn’t need him, that you were much better without him.

You waited patiently at what seemed like forever, but Coco finally opened his mouth to speak.

“Because after what happened, how I abandoned you during your time of need, I never forgave myself for that. You may not see me as someone who brought you down, but I did. Look at where you are now, if I stayed put, you would be stuck in this fucking town with me.” He grimaced, saying it aloud hurt him much more than he would like to admit.

“What do you mean?” You were confused as to what he was referring to. High school was tough, but it wasn’t unbearable.

“When your abuela died, I was so fucking high, you called me ten times and I didn’t fucking answer.” You couldn’t recall that day much, the only thing you remembered was your mother holding you, trying to soothe you the best you can.

But you guessed that was when things changed for you two. You began to stop relying on Coco, replying to his messages, but not going out of your way to talk to him. It wasn’t all on him, losing your grandmother was hard on you and the following years went by like a breeze. You immersed yourself in school work because you knew she wanted you to further yourself.

So you did. Trying to distance yourself from Johnny, find a way out of Santo Padre and make your grandmother proud, it was your driving force.

“It’s fine Johnny shit happens.”

“Stop that, don’t brush it off like it didn’t mean shit.”

“It’s not that it didn’t mean anything, why am I gonna hold it against you that you had a life?”

“I was your best friend, but Alejandra just had this fucking hold on me.”

“She gave you the attention you wanted, can’t fault you for that.”

“What?”

“Alejandra made you feel good about yourself, there was no pretense with her. She didn’t know you well enough so whatever you gave her, that’s what she knew about you. And she worshipped you, you were basically the greatest thing since eyeliner for her. Can’t fault you for that, you loved her.”

Alejandra did a number on your relationship. She didn’t like how close you two were, boys and girls couldn’t be friends. They could be, but Alejandra saw how you looked at Coco and made it a mission to break you two apart.

“I gave up Letty since Alejandra turned up to be the bitch you told me she was.” And he didn’t believe you then, he told you that you were just jealous because you had no one.

But you did have someone, you had him. When those words came out of his mouth, you realized you didn’t have him after all and it hurt you, but it pushed you away, just like what he wanted to do.

“I never cared for Alejandra, but I wanted to be there for you. You were my best friend, I could swallow whatever Alejandra threw my way as long as I had you, but you know, I didn’t.” The chuckle you let out, Coco could hear how forced it was, how you were trying to make light of the situation in some ways. “But, what’s done is done. I’m glad that you’re doing well for yourself Johnny. And it seems like you’re doing well with your daughter.” You offered him a small smile. “I always knew you would be an amazing father, you wouldn’t be like Celia or your deadbeat dad. My parents would have killed you.”

“It does matter, what happened between us, how much time I let pass, it should have never happened. It killed me that I couldn’t bite the bullet and just call you, shit,” Coco sighed. “You were the best part of my life, you gave me a family and you gave me a reason to keep pushing forward.”

“Let’s not dwell on the past, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

If you were being honest, you just didn’t want to hash it out with Johnny in the middle of the street. Your neighbors were nosey and it was not needed drama. You also didn’t want to tell him that your mother kept you updated on the latest happenings of Johnny’s life. As much as you tried to defer, your mother knew you wanted to hear how your old friend was doing. You knew about Celia, his daughter, and how he was doing better, to some extent. You didn’t know what the hell the Mayans were, but from what you gathered, they were like a family to him. “You live across the street from my parents?”

“Yeah, your pops helped me out with it and it was easy cause I served.”

You nodded your head. “Son they never had.” You shook your head playfully rolling your eyes.

Coco couldn’t help but look at your left hand and noticed that something was missing.

“Where’s your ring?”

At the mention of your ring your left hand clenched shut. You hid it behind your back and grimaced.

“How did you….” you asked trailing off “My dad talked to you about it??”

Coco sighed and nodded.

“He didn't mention that you broke up though… or why.” He stated

“I didn’t tell him! ” You snapped. Your ex fiance was a sore subject for you, especially since you had just called off the engagement a month ago.

Coco evaluated your body language… he knew you well enough to tell that there was a story there. He didn’t want to pry or upset you, but he also needed to know what happened.

“What happened Y/N?” He asked

“It's a long story.” You replies shortly. You didn't want Coco to find out the reason you dumped Adam. Besides, who was Coco to know practically everything about you when you knew nothing about the man he was today.

“I got time. Shit….its not like I live across the street or anything”

You rolled your eyes at his dry sarcasm as you messed with the finger that used to hold the diamond ring on it.

“It's nothing Johnny….turns out Adam wasn’t who I thought he was.”

Coco gave you that intense stare again and tgrb he smacked his lips together.

“He cheated?” Coco grilled

“Amongst other things.” You shrugged.

Coco took another step forward, effectively making the distance between your bodies smaller.

“What, is he a drunk? A liar? An addict? Controlling? Abusive?” Coco listed off all the reasons he thought you would leave someone over. He gauged your reaction for each one and then stopped when you flinched at the word abusive.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Coco growled.

You watched his whole body transform in front of you. He went from soft and sweet to angry and murderous in two seconds flat.

You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“It's over with Johnny.” You stated

‘The fuck it is!!! I’ll cut his hands off and make him eat them, then I’ll kick his ass, then I’ll kill him.“

You couldn’t help it- a chuckle escaped your lips and you shook your head. Maybe a normal person would find this declaration insane, but you knew Coco, and you found it charming that he was so upset and ready to commit literal murder in your honor.

“I’m fine Johnny, please…please just dont tell my dad. He’s already sick and I don't need him worked up over this.” You pleaded taking another step towards your best friend.

The muscle in Coco’s jaw twitched dangerously, and you knew he was still angry, but you also knew that he would keep this secret…for you.

“Fine….but lemme see this dick on the street. I’ll have him dead on the sidewalk in no time.”

You let out a loud laugh now and before you could stop yourself you threw your body into Coco’s surprised arms. Your chest hit his firm one first , and then after the shock wore off his strong arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you to him tightly.

His chin rested on the top of your head and you both took a moment to learn each other's new bodies. You breathed in his scent, a deep cologne mixed with cigarettes and leather. You memorized it and decided then that it was your favorite smell in the entire world.

Above you, Coco’s lips brushed your head as he kissed it gently.

“I missed you…” Coco whispered into your hair

“I missed you too…” you said without hesitation.

You could feel Coco’s lips pull into a smile before he placed another kiss on your head and pulled back to look at you.

“Listen mama, I gotta tell you something…. but you gotta hear me out and promise not to get mad, okay?”

You looked up at his worried face, and nodded in confusion.

“What is it Johnny?”

He inhaled and then slowly breathed out before the words tumbled out of his mouth like a stolen train.

“"After Alejandra I…I didn’t think I would fall for anyone again….she fucking wrecked me….but the day you moved away to New York was the day I realized how badly I fucked up. I..shit…I loved you more than anyone else and I didn’t even know it, shit maybe that was part of the reason she and I broke up, because I always loved you….. and I- I still do. Ya know….love you.”

You wanted to slap yourself, pinch yourself, anything that would give you painful stimuli so that you could wake yourself up. Were you still on the plane? Was the flight attendant about to wake you regarding your arrival to the airport?

It had to be a fucking dream.

For years, you’ve had different versions of this dream, you’ve had different versions as to how Coco would confess to you. One was back in high school, another one when he came to stop your wedding and another was during your Christmas visit, which was totally out of one of those Hallmark films. Regardless, you always thought it would remain a dream. That you would never hear such sweet words come from Coco.

Coco watched as you looked at him, speechless. Dread seeped in. Maybe it was too quick, this was your first meeting in so long. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way, he couldn’t blame you. What would you want with someone like him? Even his own flesh and blood didn’t want him. He was waiting for the let down, the ‘I’m sorry Johnny, I just see you as a friend’. He felt like he was taken back to high school, to where girls made him fucking nervous. But it was the worst with you because your opinion mattered most.

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, you heard your mother shriek out your name. You turned around and caught her, wrapping your arms around her. She pulled away, pinching your cheeks before pulling you into her embrace again. Coco loved your mom but for once, he was not happy to see her.

“My baby is home.” She cupped your cheeks. She turned to Coco and she clicked her tongue.

“Johnny, cut your hair, you look so unkempt.” She sighed. “Trying to make me bring out my scissors.”

Coco laughed and shook his head. “I told you mama, I like the wind blowing through my hair.”

“Stubborn as always.” She shook her head but had that smile she always had for Coco. “Come, I prepared snacks. And don’t you even try to get out of it, I had Bishop give you the day off so we can spend family time.”

It dawned on you that your parents were trying to set up a reunion between you and Coco. While your father was sick, he was fully recovering. Your parents were such meddlers.

“I know what you’re doing.” You informed your mother.

“What am I doing baby?” She looked at you with such innocence in her eyes, it almost made you feel bad about accusing her, but you also knew your mother.

“Don’t faux innocence with me, I see you.” You playfully narrowed your eyes at your mother.

Selena laughed. “I think you need more sleep.”

The day went off without a hitch and you met Coco’s daughter, Leticia. You were grateful that Leticia hardly had any of Alejandra’s features. She was definitely Johnny’s child. Dinner was served and the laughter and conversations you all had was nostalgic. You felt like a child again, enjoying dinner with your parents and Johnny. Having Leticia as an addition was even better.

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching her tomorrow?” Coco questioned as you two made your way towards the front door.

“Not at all, as much as I want to get my nails done, I do not want to do it alone. This town pounces on you.” You’ve been gone for quite some time, you knew the people of this town never forget and they would be on you regarding the various rumors they heard through the years. “See you tomorrow Letty!”

She waved goodbye, crossing the street to go to their home. Coco watched her till she was inside. He turned to you and smiled. His confession from earlier was still replaying in his brain but you two have had no moment alone. With your parents in bed, it was just you and Coco.

“This was nice.” You commented.

Coco nodded his head.

“Yeah it was.” He didn’t want to keep you up, it seemed like you had a busy day tomorrow.

“Good night preciosa,” it was Coco’s nickname for you and to this day, the butterflies in your stomach still went wild.

“Good night Coco.”

He smiled and turned to make his way to his own home. He wanted to kiss you, to finally feel your lips against his, but he didn’t even know how you felt about him.

“Wait,” you called out, going down the few steps on your porch. “About earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, I get it, you don’t feel the same way.” The smile on his face hurt you, it was the one he gave people to show he was okay, but he was hurting inside.

“I love you.” You didn’t beat around the bush. “It was the reason I worked so hard to leave because I couldn’t be in a place where I would have to see you be a family to someone who made it a mission to drive us apart. I couldn’t bear seeing you two together because Alejandra was right, I wish I was her, I envied her.” It felt good to let it out. “I love you Coco, I loved you then and I love you now.”

Coco froze and you watched his body transform as he took in your words. At first it didn’t seem to register with him, what you said, but then his eyes widened and a smile broke across his face making him look 10 years younger.

He let out a laugh and shook his head as he half jogged over to you. His hands came to rest on either side of your face and his thumb caressed your cheeks.

“Shit, we wasted so much time when we could have just been together.” Coco whispered

You shook your head and brought your hands up to rest on his forearms.

“We didn’t waste time Johnny, we were just getting ourselves together.”

Coco huffed but didn't disagree.

“Say it again…” He said in a way that sounded like both a command and a beg.

“I love you Johnny Coco Cruz.” You said softly while you absentmindedly traced this vein on his forearms.

Coco stared at you for two more seconds before he dipped his head and connected his lips to yours. His hands slipped down to your waist and he pulled you flush to his body while he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Coco kissed you passionately, aggressively and soft all at the same time. He took control of your mouth and he had no plans on giving it back.

Coco knew that if humans didn't need oxygen to breath, he would spend his entire life kissing your lips.

Butterflies flew in your stomach and goosebumps broke out on your skin as he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. You were trying your best to keep up with his energy but he was like a man starved.

He slowly walked you backwards, your back hit the side of your house and everything faded away. All you could focus on was Coco’s lips and how they felt so perfect against yours. His hard body was firmly pressing yours into the wall while his fingers squeezed tightly into your hip bones.

You bit down on his bottom lip and he let out a small groan. You shifted your body a tad to the left and felt a shift in the energy.

What was a simple sweet, much over do, was now quickly turning into a hot, desperate attempt to get each other in bed.

You gasped as you broke free of Coco’s lips. He tried to chase after you but you pushed him backwards by his chest.

“We need to get a room…” you laughed

Coco was quick to respond. Grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his house.

“Wait, letty….” you started

Coco ignored your question and gripped your hand tighter. He walked faster and you struggled to keep up.

The next thing you knew you were standing in Coco’s living room.

“LETICIA- I need you to leave. Go hang out with Gabi.” Coco yelled

You heard Letty open her door and listened as her footsteps made their way to the living room.

“Oh great, your having sex…. just use protection. You don't want another me.” Letty said before she smiled at you and brushed past her father.

She shut the door and left you and Coco in silence. A nervous energy washed over you as Coco leveled you with a look that sent your libido into hyperdrive.

“You sure about this?” He asked

You rolled your eyes, still surprised that he was questioning your intentions. You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him closer before you smiled.

“I’m 100% sure Coco.” You whispered before you brought his lips back down to yours.

Coco lost himself in you.

Years of longing, wanting, loving, it was all coming down. He was able to push all of this for years, fucking bitches didn’t require anything, just his dick to be hard. But with you, it was different, of course it was. He didn’t want to just devour you, he wanted all of you. The cries of pleasure, the feeling of your body in one with his, he wanted it all. He always imagined how it would be to kiss you, to be with you.

This was knocking every expectation out of the park.

He’s never made love to a woman before and he knew if he ever did, it would be with you. For years, he wanted to contact you, to swallow his nerves, his fear, his pride, but now, the wait was well worth it. You were right, you were working on yourselves and now, he would never let you go.

He pulled you closer to him, one hand cupping your face, while the other rested against your hip. You couldn’t believe this was happening, whatever you imagined before, this blew it out of the water. You never felt this when you kissed your ex-fiance. This was something else, something more.

Coco lifted you up, carrying you to his bed, gently, he placed you down and reluctantly parted with you. He looked at you as your chest rose up and down, letting the oxygen trickle in once more. Removing his clothes, he left his boxers on, making his way over to you, causing you to move back on his bed. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles, pulling you towards him.

“These leggings are going to fucking kill me.” His hands moved up and down your legs, shivers going down your spine. You were wet, you’ve been wet, but the way Coco’s voice dipped a lower octave, the way his hand was just hovering over your clothed core, you wanted to scream. But you didn’t want to rush through it. You’ve only had a handful of partners and you knew Coco was the far more experienced one.

He pressed two fingers against your clothed center and you let out a low moan, which in turn made him moan.

“Fuck, I’m never going to get tired of that.” Coco’s fingers went to the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down. He threw the article of clothing behind him while you took off your shirt. His eyes roamed around you, taking in every part of you. It made you flustered, flushed, and scrambled to cover yourself. He smacked your hands and made a ‘tsk’ sound.

“Don’t let me admire my girl.”

You smiled. You were nervous, this was Coco. This wasn’t anyone else, this was Coco.

“Hey, don’t overthink it, just let me make you feel good ma.”

He crawled over to you, hovering above you, he kissed you once again, his hands were all over you. Wherever he touched, your skin burned in the most delicious way. He slipped his fingers under the band of your underwear, teasing your aching pearl before slipping a finger inside you. Moaning into his mouth, you arched against him, one hand caressing his cheek, while the other slid down his stomach and inside his boxers. He groaned against your lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

“Fuck princesa,” you took your hand out of his boxers, spitting on it before putting it back inside, sliding your hand up and down his cock just as he added another finger inside of you.

“Fuck Coco, that feels so good.” Your ex hardly provided foreplay. He lubed it up, condom on, and you two fucked. No emotions or regard for you, it was just sex. But this, this felt so much better.

“Yeah, that pendejo didn’t know how to pleasure you?”

You shook your head, you let out a breathy gasp as his thumb made contact with your clit. You clenched around him and it didn’t take long for him to get an orgasm out of you. You whimpered, moving your hips down to meet the thrust of his hands. Before long, you were both naked, Coco slipping on rubber.

He tapped his cock against your folds, the tip hitting your clit. You looked at how well endowed he was, which almost made you laugh. You always thought Coco was gifted, but to confirm that suspicion? It was fantastic.

“You ready preciosa?”

You nodded, never more ready for anything. He bent down and kissed the tip of your nose and then he slowly pushed the head of his dick into your wet, awaiting folds.

You let out a low, broken sounded moan. Seeing Coco’s dick had been one thing, but feeling it as it stretched you out almost to the point of pain was a completely different experience.

Coco’s left hand grabbed onto the sheets by your head and he clinched them while his other one stayed firmly on your hop- helping to ease him in without hurting you.

He was so close to bottoming out, but before he could fully set himself in you, bubbles of laughter started coming out of your mouth.

Coco moved his head so that he could look at you, his body hovered over yours and he froze, mid stride, with his dick more than 80% of the way in you.

"What?” He asked

You laughed again and pushed Coco’s stray hair behind his ear.

“My mom was right, you do need a haircut.”

Coco tsked and shook his baby hairs out of his eyes.

“Don’t be jealous because my hair is more luscious than yours.” Coco joked back

You laughed some more and Coco took this opportunity to push himself the rest of the way in you. Your laughing faded off and turned into moans and despite trying his best to make this all night, he couldn’t stop the quick pace he had set from happening.

His senses were overwhelmed by you, he wanted to fuck you deep and slow, but he also wanted to fuck you hard and quick. He wanted to kiss your lips, but he also wanted to kiss your neck and map out your entire body with his mouth. He wanted to intertwine his fingers in your hair and pull just enough for it to sting but not too hard to where it pulled out your roots, but he also needed to touch every part of you.

There wasn’t enough time.

He wanted all of you- he needed all of you but the way your warm heat wrapped around his dick and pulled him in was intoxicating him more so than any drug he had ever used.

“Fuck! You feel so good. I’m never letting you go again.” Coco said into your ear.

His breath ghosted across your skin but you were too blissed out to respond. One of your hands found their way into Coco’s thick hair and the other gripped tightly onto his forearm.

Your body bounced softly as Coco rammed into you. He kept pounding your G-spot over and over again to the point where you were now seeing stars. Your moans were now just whispers, and all you could say was Johnny over and over as if you were praying to him.

He lowered his head down and caught your lips with his. He kissed you once before you broke apart and simply breathed each other's air. Your lungs were burning and your breaths were coming out ragged.

Your orgasm was quickly approaching, and despite never having sex with you before, Coco knew you were right there on the edge.

He gripped your body tighter and forced himself to slow down his thrusts.

As he did, you let out a needy whine which caused Coco’s heart to melt. Seeing how much you needed him was all he ever wanted from you. Selfishly, he wanted you to need him so that he could always be apart of your life

“Don’t worry preciosa. I got you.” Coco whispered.

His next movements were smooth and calculated. He pulled himself all the way out and before you could complain, he grabbed your legs and roughly flipped you over onto your stomach. His hands found your hips and he yanked them upwards so that your ass was sticking out and your head was down.

You glanced over your shoulder and locked eyes with Coco as he pushed back into your pussy. He let out a groan and your head fell back onto the bed. You gripped the seats as the muscles in your stomach clenched.

You were so close, so fucking close you just needed–

Coco knew what you needed. Fuck he always knew. He moved his body so that it draped over you more, and his long arm reached under you and his fingers found your clit. He began to rub on it and press down on it while he fucked into you with a precision that was blinding you.

Your body was overheating and shaking, your mouth was spilling Coco’s name along with a stream of cuss words and you knew that if you didnt come soon, you would die from overstimulation.

Coco let out another moan and he wrapped his free arm around your waist and yanked you up, making your back flush with his chest. The new angle caused you to let out a louder scream. Coco pressed on your clit harder and started licking at your neck.

It only took two more thrusts before your body broke. Your legs shook so badly that they threatened to give out on you, your moans suddenly cut off and your breath left your lungs. Stars exploded behind your closed eyes and you realized that this is what they talked about when people said orgasms were like little pleasure bombs.

Your body was lit up with ecstasy and you rode it for as long as you could before your limbs went numb and refused to hold you up and longer.

Coco eased you down onto the mattress, still on your stomach. He pushed your legs together and straddled you as he gently pushed on your lower back and fucked in and out of you.

“Shit Y/N. This pussy is addictive.” Coco groaned out

You pushed your ass back as best as you could- attempting to meet Coco’s rough thrusts head on. Based on the way he was moaning and cursing you must have been doing a good job, so you kept doing it until you felt his thrusts becoming shaky and uneven. The fingers on your back dug into your skin causing you to hiss in pleasure.

You turned your head to the left and let out some breathy moans.

“Johnny…I… I need you to come for me. Come for me please.” You begged

“Fuuuuck, you’re sinful as shit and I love it.” Coco groaned out.

He thrusted into you a couple more times before he stilled.

You couldn’t feel his seed due to his condom, but you could feel his dick pulsing in you and your needy walls contracted around him, begging him to rip that stupid condom off and fill you properly.

After a couple of minutes, Coco gently pulled out of you. You slowly rolled over and groaned as your back popped slightly.

You tracked Coco as he made quick work of peeling his condom off and taking it to the trash can in the corner of his room.

You sat up on your elbows and admired him from afar. You cataloged every tattoo and vowed to ask him the story behind each one.

“Imma add today’s date to them…” Coco said as he caught you staring.

“To what?” You asked in confusion as he made his way back over to you.

The bed dipped as he climbed on it and crawled in between your still shaking legs.

“My tattoos. I’m getting today’s date tattooed on me.”

“But…why?” You laughed out

Coco smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“It's the day you and I changed forever. The day I got to be with my true love. Why wouldn’t i want that on my body as a reminder.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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FAMILY.

Johnny “Coco” Cruz + Leticia Cruz x Marcus Alvarez daughter!Reader

Anon asked: would you write an imagine in which you have established relationship with coco and letti considers you as her mom and then you get pregnant but you think coco wouldn’t like that and would break up with so you decide to start avoiding and distancing yourself from coco and letti but like so angst at first but in the end real fluffiness

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

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“You can't leave me”.

You're ignoring him, with the suitcase over the unmade bed filling it with the clothes you have in his house. He grabs your wrists forcing you to look at his eyes.

“What I did? What I said to make ya' leave me, mami? I'm sorre', so sorre' for whateva' I said, did or I didn't say or I didn't do... Lemme make it up to you, please”.

You know he's falling into pieces. You've been the world to him, and you still are even if you're killing him painful and slowly. His dark orbs are reddened about to cry, producing you a knot in your throat. But you fucked up your relationship. He doesn't know, but you did.

“You ain't nothen' to say, ah? You're gonna gimme' the silent treatment after five years together?” His voice is starting to break too, while he lets you go nodding. “You save me from the same death you're condemning me to. You lied to me. You told me that you always be by my side. By Letti's. Are ya' gonna give her an explanation?”

Zipping the suitcase, containing all the tears in your eyes, you drag it above the floor through the hallway towards the main door. The one who gets opened by a feminine hand. The girl looks at you confused, turning her gaze to your stuff, and then to his father.

“Coco, what's'ap?”

“I don' know! She's just leven'”.

“(Y/N)?” She takes a step next to you. “Where you goen'?”

“Letti… I ca—can't. I'm sorry”. Giving her a kiss on a cheek, you pass the girl away. “I'll call you, mi niña, I promise. But now… I just need to go”.

It's all you say hearing the girl crying as long as walk downstairs, begging you to come back whilst Coco is holding her. You can't do it to them, that's what you think, taking the decision by your own risk. Your father is already waiting you in front of the house and, putting inside the trunk your things, you have a seat on the copilote one. He turns on the engine, raising his gaze up to you waiting for some words. But there's nothing. You don't have the strength to say anything, breaking in crying when you ride the street going back home.

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It's been two days locked in your old room, lying on bed with no moves more than necessary and your phone off. You know by Bishop that Coco is devastated and that he had to ask for some free days. He also came to your house some times, begging to your father to let him come in and talk to you. But he didn't let him. Holding the pregnancy test by two fingers, with your head resting on the wetted pillow because of your agonics tears, your eyes are on the two pink stripes confirming that you're pregnant.

You know Coco's past. You know how much he did suffer when he knew he was about to be father. Thrice. First Letti. Then Daniel. And after him, Rico. He doesn't have any touch with the two boys, and he also doesn't remember the face of their mothers. But with Letti he wanted to do the right thing. And you know, he doesn't want to have any other children. So, you fucked up. Of course you could go to a clinic and make like it never happened. But you want that baby, being the product of a relationship with the love of your life. You can't simply pretend that it has never existed.

Your father doesn't call to the door, coming in without expecting, and keeping the test under your pillow as soon as you can do it. But he's not stupid. He has seen it.

“Is that why you left him?”

He has always been a very prudent man with his words. Now, he can't. Walking close to you and sitting on the mattress, the man pulls away a bristle of hair behind your ear.

“Mija, talk to him… Don't be as the other women who were in his life”. Marcus says carefully, leaving a soft and gently caress on your cheek. “You're better than them. You're everything for him and his daughter”.

He's right. He's always right.

“You didn't ask him if he wants to have it. You don't know what it's inside his mind. No ones knows”.

“He said…”

“It doesn't matter what he said, mija. It's his child too. And if this happened it's because of both, not only you, not only Coco”.

Getting up to sit on the bed, with the test between your fingers, you look at your father licking your lips.

“And if he doesn't want it, we will take care of this baby”.

The hand of your father placed on your stomach gives you some chills, nodding with your head down straight to it. You hug him, being all that you have needed these days. His arms push you into him, comforting you as only your father can do, leaving some kisses all around your head.

“I love you, princesa, and that's never going to change”. He says with a dearly tone in his voice, before cleaning the tears almost dried on your cheeks. “Call Coco. Talk to him”.

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After two mental breakdowns, a shower and a coffee, you get dressed ready to drive. You take the long way to his house, with low velocity, trying to order the words inside your head by creating a monologue you will forget when he'll be in front of you.

Getting more nervous when you find his car and his motorcycle parked in the closest sidewalk, you swallow hardly and noisy, placing yours behind them. Grabbing your bag from the other seat, you step out of your Ford, straight to the door. You kept the keys for some reason you don't know, taking them off of the pocket to open it. And you can't even get surprised when you reach the house, coming in, finding a complete mess. The smell of tobacco has flooded the flat. There are empty beers wherever you look at. Pizza boxes above the table and a towel of dirty dishes in the kitchen.

Letti gets out of her room as soon as she heard the main door closing. She stares at you for a second, the enough time to know it's not a dream, nor an illusion, just to run like never before till she's able to hug you. The girl is crying as you are, holding her closer to your body, feeling how much you missed each other. It was a mistake. The worst one of all. Pulling her away some inches, you cup his cheek in your hands, kissing them so loud it almost makes an echo.

“Where's Coco?”

“I think he still drunk…” She tries to say, hugging you again for some seconds.

“Okay, lemme' see”.

Giving her your bag, you cross the only hallway to the room you have shared for the last years. Opening the door and seeing how dark is inside, you roll up the blind a little. Enough to watch him wearing the first shirt you gave him almost six years ago. His hair is a full mess scattered above the pillow, holding it with both arms and a leg above it too. There's some blood in the nearest wall to the window, raising your eyes to his raw knuckles. This is your fault and you can't help but feeling a tear falling down.

Sitting by his side, you try to think how's the best way to waking him up, pulling away some bristles of black hair. Leaning towards him, you leave a soft kiss on his temple with a hand caressing his bare arm.

“Coquito…” You mutter with a smooth tone, seeing how he stirs under your touch. “Lemme' take you to the shower, c'mon…”

He's drunk. Too much drunk, he can't even put up his body, having to push him into yours till his feet reaches the floor.

“C'mon, Coco”.

He's humming something you can't understand between sobs and growls. Making a gesture with your head to his daughter, to ask for some coffee, she nods without hesitating. You leave him sit on the toilet, taking some seconds to open the faucet with cold water. He's going to hate you more than he already does. Helping him to get undressed becomes a truly nightmare, until you manage to put it in the bathtub. He's awake in less than two seconds, cursing in spanish and killing you with his gaze.

“Have a shower, I'll find some clothes”.

He doesn't say anything, staring at you whilst leaving the bathroom. But the first thing you do it's open every window of the house and the door to the terrace. At least, the smell of fresh coffee is helping somewhat. When you come back to the bath', Coco is already sitting on the toilet with a towel covering half of his body and his eyes on his feet.

“Why are ya' here?”

“Wear'et. I'll be waiting you in the living'” Before he can complains because of your words, you lean next to him enough to kiss his forehead. He's shocked. You can see it and you can feel it. But he's going to need a coffee first.

“You're not leven'?” Noticing the worry in his voice, finally lifting up his gaze to yours, you shake your head firmly. He nods biting his inner lip.

Five minutes later, Letti and Coco are sitting in front of you, waiting for some words to come out of your mouth. But, as you knew, you forgot everything you were supposed to say. Grabbing you bag, you takes off the pregnancy test looking it for a second, before leaving it on the table.

“Leticia, go to your room”.

“Bu—”.

“Now”. He just say. You nod in agreement, looking how she's trying to hide her excitement. She does it in silence. “This is wha'... wha' you left me?”

You're astonished when he shows you how disappointed he is, taking the test with both hands and focusing on it.

“I… I just… don't know what to say. I don't blame you, but when you said to Letti you didn't want any child, I just… I just thought you would hate me”.

“How? How could I hate you? Who do ya' think I am? I lo—I love you, mami. More than anyone, you alreade' know'et”. He's desperate and confused, gesticulating with one hand whilst the other still holding the white stick.

“'Cause I'm pregnant, and you don' want it”.

“Who the fuck told ya I don' wan'et, ah? I didn't wan'et with a crazy bitch! You're ma' girl. You're ma' family, ma' life. And a mom to ma' daughter... I wan— I wanna… do all these bullshit tha' happens in tha' movies you and Letti like. You made me a bette' man, a bette' father. Why…? Why I wouldn' like to have a baby with ya'?”

You can't help but crying loudly, covering your face with both hands as you nail your elbows on the table. He's right. You didn't ask, you just took things for granted. Two strong arms surrounds your body, forcing you to rest your head on his chest.

“I'm so sorry, Coco… I was scared… I di— I didn't want to lose you”. Moarning without consolation, you hear some steps coming towards you too.

“Lemme' do'et, please”. He begs you, looking for your eyes. “I love you, mami. I truly do. And I also love that kid. Lemme do'et”.

You nod, feeling how Letti's arms wraps you and her father. You were wrong. So wrong. More than you thought. And now you know it but, at least, he didn't kick your ass for what you did.

“I always wanted to have a sister or a brother, if it helps…” Letti mutters, making you chuckle between some tears filling your eyes.

“I'm sorry for what I did”. You say then, pulling them away so you can clean your cry.

“Don' leve' us again, please”.

Coco leans towards you with both hands on your neck, taking you closer to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your temples… All your face. You nod again feeling how that heavy and painful weight is disappearing of your shoulders.

“We're a fam', rai?” He asks, raising his gaze to his daughter for a while. She nods too, before the girl hugs you again sitting on your lap.

“And maybe you're not my true mom, but you're the one I want”. She says making you cry again, regretting all the pain you made her.

“I'm sorry, Letti… I'm so sorry”.

“You don' have to. You're back at home”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz imagine #johnny coco cruz imagine

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sophiesweedkiller · 4 years

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JATP/HMC AU TELL US

JDJSJD THIS IS MY FIRST ASK ON THIS BLOG SO THANK YOU @davey-in-a-minivan I'M REALLY EXCITED BUT OK HERE WE GO

It's still in the very early development stages, but here's what I have in terms of characters so far:

Julie as Sophie- aka the outsider of the group who learns to speak up for herself and be her own person

Alex as Calcifer- the only one of the group who sometimes has a braincell. This one is the hardest to make a design for, but I'm pulling a lot from the way Calcifer was designed in the HMC musical

Reggie as Michael- the sweetheart of the group. Not always the brightest, but he makes up for it with his heart

Luke as Howl- the only one who was left, and while I'm most likely not gonna do a Juke romance with this au bc I'm uncomfy w Madison and Charlie being so far apart in age (Kenny Ortega please do not make a 16/17 year old kiss a 21/22 year old i will cry), Luke as Howl makes the most sense thematically. Also Howl's plotline of not being able to play the guitar and Luke being the lead guitarist is 😙🤌

Caleb as The Witch of the Waste- This one is pretty self explanatory, y'know, villain and villain, wants to have what The Boys have and will do anything to get it.

Those are my definites, though i do have a few more character ideas in development, as follows

Flynn as either Lettie or Martha: this is where the story would really have to change in terms of HMC and its relationships. I've even considered totally cutting one of Sophie's sisters out just to fit what's happening in my brain, but also ?? I do not want to.

Willie as Miss Angorian: Acting as both the underling of Caleb/The Witch and a sort of connection for Alex. I'd have to drastically change Miss Angorian's plot to fit Willex (aka the only thing I actually ship in jatp), but I do like the concept overall, it's just still a WIP in my brain.

As for Carrie, I've been trying to think of where I want to place her. My first thought was Jane Farrier, but she isn't as prominent of a character as Carrie is. Do i make her the other Hatter sister and totally change the original sister dynamic? Where would that place Bobby? Does Trevor/Bobby even exist in this au???? AAAAA that's pretty much what my brain sounds like right now.

It's the same thing for Ray and Carlos; I love them and their characters in jatp, and i would love to include them but I just don't 100% know how to include them. Does Julie's mom die and then ray marries bobby and that's why carrie is a hatter sister? Do i make ray and Wizard Suliman and Prince Justin? Is Carlos TurnipHead?? Listen, like j said, this is still very much a WIP, but all of those (except for carlos as turniphead that was a joke) have passed through my brain. I also have 0 idea where I would fit Nick in.

I'm currently working on some character sketches just to get an idea, which I'm probably gonna post at some point. And, once I get the rest of this whole thing worked out, I'll make a post detailing everything! But yeah, I'm hyperfixating on both so my brain just sorta. Mushed 'em together

#jatp/hmc au #gabby talks #ask #text #long post #howl's moving castle #Howl's moving castle book #hmc #jatp #julie and the Phantoms

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thegayhimbo · 4 years

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True Blood Season 1 Review Part 1 (Spoilers Ahead)

It’s been about 2 years since I first saw season 1. Contrary to the hundreds of GIFs and posts that I’ve reblogged about True Blood, I’m a lot more familiar with the later seasons of the show than I am with the first season. When I first viewed season 1, it didn’t click with me, and the only reason I sat through it is because I had seen clips from season 2 that convinced me the show was worth watching. I’m not someone who usually gets into the vampire genre (aside for a brief period of time when I was in middle school), but something about True Blood hooked me in and got me to watch it. I can’t say that it’s a show I completely love, but I am inspired to talk about it.

In any case, I’m doing a rewatch for the first time as a way of getting closure on this show, and maybe moving on so that it isn’t in the back of my head all the time. I also wanted to view the show with fresh eyes, and see if my opinions changed while watching it.

This review will be split into 2 parts because I’m realizing that I have a lot to say about season 1, and it’s gonna get lengthy. Part 1 will just focus on my general opinion about the season. Part 2 (which will be posted a few days from now) will focus on my thoughts about how the vampires ar portrayed on the show.

Overall, my opinion about season 1 improved a little bit during rewatch. It’s not my favorite season of television (and Lord knows there are issues with it), but it’s a lot better than I remember it being. The casting is stellar, and I didn’t have any problems with the actors or how they played their characters. The interactions between the characters kept me engaged even when the main story started to drag (more on that in a minute).

While re-watching season 1, I was surprised to pick up on some subtle aspects that had been planted by the writers in season 1 that I missed the first time around, and that would come into play in the later seasons. For instance:

Sookie mentioning that her cousin Hadley had been missing for over a year since she ran away from the rehab center that Gran paid for, and that she didn’t know how to get hold of her (all of which makes sense come season 2).

The appearance of Theodore Newlin (Steve Newlin’s father), his subsequent death in the 3rd episode, and Steve Newlin taking the reigns of the Fellowship of the Sun

Bill warning Malcom, Liam, and Diane that he knew of “higher authorities” than Eric, and Diane saying “Well she can suck on sunlight for all I care” (All references to Queen Sophie Anne).

Diane mentioning that Bill “used to be fun” and that he had a very “sizable appetite.” Also, the reference to Bill having a sexual relationship with Diane in the 1930s (which is around the time he left Lorena).

Jason telling Amy about how his parents died, and how he felt responsible for it (the death of their parents becomes a major plot point later on).

There’s a lot to be said about the way the later seasons handled its arcs, but I think the writers were planting seeds in season 1 for future stories and twists that would be revealed down the road. Some of them were capitalized on. Others weren’t.

I will say for the record that I firmly believe the twist about Bill that gets revealed in season 3 was planned by Alan Ball and the other writers from the beginning of the show, and it does color the way I view Bill’s character and his relationship with Sookie, even in season 1. I should also point out that one particular aspect of the season 3 twist came directly from the books (and those who have read them know what I’m talking about here), so there’s that. Again, I’ll go more into detail about the Bill/Sookie relationship and my thoughts on it as I go through this rewatch.

In regards to the main story about a serial killer coming to Bon Temps and Sookie trying to figure out who it is, I will admit that not only did I NOT find this story engaging anymore, I thought it DRAGGED and should have been resolved within 6-7 episodes as opposed to 12. It’s a lot less thrilling when you already know who the killer is, and while there are some nice clues and red herrings that get dropped, the constant attempts at misdirection (like that scene when Sam goes over to Dawn’s house and sniffs her sheets, or Jason consistently being framed for murder) feels time-consuming instead of fun. It doesn’t help that the story loses momentum halfway through the season, and gets bogged down by all these other subplots that don’t connect to it at all.

Also, I didn’t pick up on this the first time, but rewatching has helped me realize there are some irritating plot holes with the story I couldn’t overlook. For instance:

In one scene, Sam goes to Dawn's house to sniff around and pick up Rene's scent. Later on, he’s at Gran’s house after Gran died where he also should have identified that same scent since Rene climbed through the window. And considering that Rene spent a huge amount of time at Merlotte's and interacted with Sam on many occasions, Sam should have been easily able to associate Rene's scent with the scents he found at the crime scene, and figured out early on that Rene was the killer. So why does it take him so long to connect two and two when Sam already knows what Rene smells like?

Likewise, it's been established that vampires have a good sense of smell. Bill was around Rene in several scenes, and should have been able to pick up his scent at Gran's house after she was murdered. So how come this doesn't happen?

On top of that, when Bill gets interrogated by Andy and Bud about Gran's murder, he claims that he heard a car (most likely Rene's) pulling up across the cemetery to Gran's house. He also claims that vampires had heightened senses. However, when Sookie finally reads Rene's mind in the season finale, it's shown that Gran screams and Rene shouts at her before killing her. So if Bill could hear Rene driving up to Gran's house.................then how come he didn't hear Rene and Gran shouting at one another before Gran got killed?

For that matter, why did Rene go over to Gran’s house in the first place? He knew that Sookie was going on a date with Sam. He saw them leave the church together, and he had no idea when Sookie was going to be back. It came off like really poor planning on his part for someone who’s been methodical about how he killed people up to this point.

Also, why didn’t Rene throw away the video he took from Maudette’s house, as well as the tape on bulding a Cajun accent? That seems incredibly stupid leaving that stuff around from someone (like Arlene’s kids) to find, especially since he no longer had use for that stuff.

There’s also the way Sookie’s mind reading abilities work. I thought the way that was handled was not only inconsistent, but that it also didn’t make sense how she didn’t pick up on Rene being the killer in the first place. Everything about that screamed “plot convenience.”

The other thing I noticed is that a lot of the problems that fans complain about in the later seasons (added side-plots, deviating from the books, added supernatural creatures, plot holes, inconsistent mythology, characters making stupid decisions, the focus on vampire politics, the problems with the Bill/Sookie relationship, etc) can all be traced back to season 1. To give a few examples:

There were a BUNCH of side-plots in season 1, from the Jason/Eddie/Amy arc to Tara’s exorcism and her conflicting relationship with Lettie Mae to Lafayette’s hook-up with the closeted gay senator to Sam’s backstory to Bill’s trial and so on. I didn’t have an issue with this because I get the idea was to do world-building and show different sides to the characters (if anything, I found the side-plots more interesting than the main story), but I always find it odd that one of the biggest complaints about the later seasons was the added side-plots and how people couldn’t follow them. Frankly, I thought they were pretty easy to follow, and could even be engaging at times.

Even in season 1, the show introduced other supernatural creatures besides vampires. Sam was revealed as a shapeshifter, Maryann was introduced as this unknown entity (and would later be revealed to be a Maenad), Sam mentioned the existence of werewolves to Sookie, and even Sookie was implied to be a supernatural herself because of her ability to read minds. Add in the fact that the books had a plethora of other supernatural creatures (werepanthers, faeries, demons, witches, etc) that were bound to be introduced, and I think it’s pretty fair to say that this show wasn’t always going to stay “grounded in realism” like some people complain it should have been.

Vampire politics was always there from the beginning: The show was NOT subtle about its “vampires as a metaphor for oppressed minorities” message that it kept shoving out there (and again, I will talk more about that in my part 2 review because there’s a lot to be said about they way vampires are portrayed on this show). Characters like Nan Flannigan and Steve Newlin were introduced in season 1 (albeit regulated to TV) as well as organizations like the American Vampire League (AVL) and the Fellowship of the Sun (FOTS). There was already a conflict within the vampire community between vampires who mainstreamed and vampires who wanted to keep killing humans like they’d done in the past. Bill’s trial gave an extremely ugly look into how vampires dispensed justice among their own kind. And there were constant references to the VRA (Vampire Rights Amendment). This show was pretty clear from the beginning that the driving force behind this story was about whether or not vampires could integrate into human society and co-exist peacefully with humans.

Also, in addition to the added side-plots, we also had the expansion of characters like Lafayette (whose character was completely different from the books) and the introduction of Jessica (who wasn’t in the books at all). Basically, this show was already beginning to deviate from the books even before the later seasons happened.

The way V works in this universe is all over the place. For some people (like Jason and Amy) it acts like an LSD drug, whereas with Sookie, it just gives her heightened senses and dreams about Bill. Lafayette does briefly tell Jason that V has different effects depending on the individual, so maybe this really isn’t a plot-hole. However, at the same time, it just feels like V was whatever the writers wanted it to be. In other words, inconsistent mythology was already a thing in season 1.

As for characters doing stupid stuff, this came as a surprise to me as well, but it isn’t just limited to Jason. Some examples include:

Tara deciding to drive drunk down the road in the middle of the night while downing a bottle of Vodka (and later getting arrested for it).

Sam sleeping on the same bed as Sookie in dog form, even though he knew (or should have known) that he could transform back into human form while sleeping, and Sookie would see him naked (which is exactly what happens).

Lafayette deciding it’s a good idea to sell Jason V instead of just giving Jason the Viagra he requested in the first place.

Bill letting Diane, Malcom, and Liam into his house when he knew Sookie was coming over to give him the numbers for the electrician. Also it was pretty stupid of him to not consider how Diane, Liam, and Malcom would react to seeing Sookie, or whether or not Sookie would be scared off by the way those three were acting.

Bill deciding it’s a good idea to mouth-off to The Magister about mainstreaming when a.) It is painfully obvious that the Magister doesn’t care about seeing humans as equals, and b.) Bill stands the risk of angering the Magister and making his situation worse than it already is.

Andy’s insistence that Jason is good for the murders without considering all of the evidence, and his refusal to admit he’s wrong. That, and he sucks as a cop.

Sookie using the gun to attack Rene, run out of the house................and then throw the gun into the bushes instead of keeping it as a weapon to defend herself.

Bill choosing not to erase the bite marks on Sookie, which could have made her a target for other people who hated fangbangers (although it’s debatable whether or not this was stupidity on Bill’s part or if this was done intentionally).

And I’m sure there are plenty of other examples, but my point is that Jason isn’t the only one making stupid decisions here. Again, YMMV on whether or not a character’s stupidity makes sense in the context of the story, or if it just screams “plot convenience,” but it was there. It seems like Jason gets made the scapegoat by fans for everything that was wrong with the first season whereas the problems with other characters/stories get ignored because of inherent biases in the fandom.

I know it sounds like I’m ragging on this season, and I guess in some ways I am because I’ve long been tired of the constant bashing of the later seasons, as well as the excessive hate that gets directed at some of my favorite characters (Jason and Tara) while everyone consistently ignores the other problems with characters and stories that existed as far back as season 1. I am being genuine when I say that season 1 had its moments (the Tara and Lafayette moments were probably the highlights of that season) and it was better than I remember it, but it’s not a favorite of mine. I don’t really see myself going back to rewatch season 1 as often as the other season. And if it had been the only season of True Blood they made, I probably never would have watched it again. Like I said, something about season 1 just didn’t work for me, and I think a lot of that has to do with the show placing more emphasis on the character’s flaws over their redeeming qualities. It was season 2 rectified this and helped to soften the characters in a way where I cared about them.

Stay tuned for Part 2 where I’ll give my opinions on how I think the show handled vampires.

#true blood #tgh opinions #true blood rewatch #bill compton #sookie stackhouse #jason stackhouse #sam merlotte #lafayette reynolds #tara thornton #rene lenier #arlene fowler #diane hardwicke #liam mcknight #malcom beaumarchais #alan ball #vampires #the southern vampire mysteries #true blood season 1 #true blood spoilers

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Week 2

A Pair of Helping Hands

As I approach the McAvoy farm (always the McAvoy farm, never the Goveny or the McAvoy-Goveny Farm), my determination begins to flag, overtaken by a creeping apprehension. I have not done right by Nyx of late, leaving her in Gwen’s capable hands and telling myself that it is better for us both that way. After all, Gwen and John are Thisby’s golden couple, conquerors of the Races. Surely they knew better than I. I’d ridden out with Gwen over the summer, more infrequently than I’d have liked, and not nearly as frequently as Nyx’s hot-blooded temper demanded. Come the start of the school year and infrequent rides became rare, which became non-existent. I pay Gwen what I can when I can for Nyx’s boarding and feeding, though more often than not it’s returned to me in an unmarked envelope the next morning. We’re the both of us far too proud to either accept or reject money face to face, and so the same envelope of coins and flimsy paper makes its way across Thisby every few weeks. Silly and proud, two qualities that have carried over from my time at St. Marciana’s, despite the nuns’ best efforts to beat them out of me with a switch or scare them out of me with ominous Bible verses. I never gave either much mind.

And as I stand at Gwen’s front door in a moment so reminiscent of our first meeting not quite a year ago, I must swallow my pride. It does not go down smoothly, sticking in my throat as Gwen opens the door with a surprised smile, and I can only manage a small, strangled sound of greeting. But Gwen just steps aside and welcomes me into her home with a knowing shake of her head.

“I wondered how long it would be before you came knocking,” she says, gesturing for me to sit down at the kitchen table. “John! Lettie’s here!” she calls, before setting the kettle on for tea.

“You… you knew I’d come?” How can she possibly, when I myself had not known half an hour ago that I would find myself at Gwen McAvoy’s kitchen table once more?

“I knew.”

“We both did,” John adds, making his quiet way into the room, kissing Gwen on the cheek. “Hello Lettie.”

“You’ve felt the change in the air. We have too.” Gwen places a mug in front of me, mint-scented steam curling into the air. “It’s something you’ll learn as the years go on. Once you ride in the Races, the cooler weather tugs at your heart something fierce, almost as strongly as it pulls at the capaill. So yes, we knew you’d come.”

“Now, the question is: Are you here for company, or for training?” Leaning his elbows on the table, John leans forward curiously. Coming from anyone else, it might have felt accusatory, but from John it is nothing but a gentle question that really asks, ‘How can we help?’ Not for the first or last time, I am reminded that I do not deserve their kindness. A deep breath steadies my nerves, and I look up from my tea.

“I’m here for training.”

John nods, and Gwen sighs. Both reactions strike me with a combination of understanding and resignation. I suspect it is what they expected, but it still stings to disappoint them in this way.

“Well Nyx will be pleased to hear that,” Gwen says finally. “I know she was half-tamed when you purchased her last season, but, well three capiall uisce plus the few we’ve already promised to take on for the season, are more than a handful even between John and I.” She unconsciously pulls at the sleeve of her sweater, but I can still see the bandages on her arm.

“I am… so sorry.” Guilt roils in my stomach, thinking of the burden I’ve left them with all this time. “I-I want to do better. I want to train. Seriously,” I add quickly as I catch the look that passes between John and Gwen. “I know I’ve been less than committed. I know that Nyx needs me more often than just when it’s most convenient for me. I know… I know I haven’t done right by her, or by you. But I want to train.”

“Are you sure? Because…” Another glance between the two. “Because if you decided that the Races are not for you, that the upkeep of a capall uisce is not feasible, we could set her free, let her go back to the sea.”

“Or, well, honestly we’ve had offers for her from interested riders, good riders with good offers. She’s halfway to rideable already and fast, and you could get a pretty penny for her.” John shifts in his chair, and I know that speaking about my financial situation has made him rather uncomfortable. “We’d hand pick the rider of course, ensure she’s in good, capable hands.”

“It’s up to you.”

I must admit that both options have crossed my mind many times. A decent amount of money to bring home to my family along with release from the constant guilt that I am not doing enough, and Nyx taken care of. I am still tempted tonight as I sit here across from Gwen and John, but then I remember the way my heart has been singing these past weeks, how deeply and beautifully it has ached in a way that I know in my soul will not be filled until I ride again.

“I appreciate your looking out for both myself and Nyx. But I’m really quite sure that I want to train. I want to ride. If you’ll still have me.”

“You did promise,” John prompts Gwen, nudges her gently in the ribs with his elbow, and she sighs again, though this time it sounds more good-natured, more determined.

“That I did. All right then.” She tosses back the rest of her tea as though it’s a fiery shot of whiskey and pushes back from the table. “Let’s go. You too,” she adds, tugging on John’s sleeve. “I think these two ladies could use all the help we can give them.”

She grins at me as John rolls his eyes and chuckles, and a strange warmth spreads through my chest. I feel more settled somehow, as though I’ve been standing on the rocking deck of a ship and have just now stepped back onto dry land. I’ve far to go on this journey, but I have taken the first, hardest step, and I am not going alone. And so together we go to face our next challenge as she waits and wails in the barn.

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23 May, 1992

Today in Italy is the anniversary of the death of the magistrate Giovanni Falcone, his wife Francesca, also a magistrate, and three police officers and their bodyguards: Vito Schifani, Rocco Dicillo and Antonio Montinaro.

They lost their lives in a mafia attack called "Strage di Capaci" (the Capaci bombing), which took place on the A29 motorway at 17:57 in 1992.

I'm not writing this post to teach history or even for a sudden poetic surge of melancholy. I'm writing because I see more and more often on socials like this one an attitude of romanticization of the mafia, often also by cosplayers and people that I esteem so much and that I find inspiring and that I don't want in any way to offend. Surely these people create their content knowing what they are talking about but maybe some of their followers base their knowledge on these AU or on comics read or other conjectures. So I want to talk to these people who maybe think that mafias are not a totally negative thing.

I understand that abroad there may have remained an image of the mafia like Al Capone or similar... of men of other times, criminals of course, but with values like, for example, the untouchability of women and children. Perhaps (I am not an expert on the subject, so it may be possible) in the past organized crime had a sort of ethical code; but, if it ever existed, it hasn't existed for a very long time. Because the mafia, the real one, the one that still terrorizes countries in the south but also in the north of Italy, kills men, women and even children indiscriminately.

It kills men who fight for the freedom of the state and for legality, like the magistrates Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino.

It kills boys like Giuseppe (Peppino) Impastato, a young journalist and activist in his early thirties who rebelled against Cosa Nostra, because he believed that the terrified Sicilian people could be freed from this scourge.

It kills women like Graziella Campagna and Emanuela Loi. The first "guilty" of having collaborated with the justice system for the arrest of a fugitive mafia man, discovering his identity by chance while doing her job as a laundress; the second one, instead, was one of the first women policeman of the bodyguard service, entrusted to the protection of Borsellino and, like him, blown up outside a building in the Strage di Via D'Amelio (Via D'Amelio bombing).

It kills kids like Giuseppe Di Matteo, kidnapped at the age of 12, held hostage for more than a year, then killed and dissolved in acid just because he was the son of a repentant boss.

It kills children like Mariangela or Noemi who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It kills people on the street just because he looks like a member of an enemy clan and therefore "uups, wrong person".

The mafia here in Italy is serious. Despite the fact that some young people answer "it's not here in my house, so I don't care" it's a disease that seems incurable, worse than Covid19.

It's not only about southern Italy as many people think, the small town where I live is one of the (minor) centers of the mafia in the north of the peninsula, just 10 years ago there were arrests and "gambizzazioni" (shooting another person in the legs as a warning or a gesture of revenge) just behind my house.

So, please, however imaginary "the Boss" may have his charm, don't make him pass for the misunderstood one, the one who in the end does good even though he bypasses the law because in this way you only spit on all the dead, as you would do if you would excuse the perpetrators of the massacres in schools or other kinds of attacks.

With this I'm not saying that in Italy we have to pay attention to every dark alley or similar (I mean, in those cases you have to pay attention wherever you are, but not because of the mafias). Ours is a wonderful country with a unique history and culture that can't be found anywhere else, as well as all the cultures of this world; so, once this mess with Covid19 is over, come and take a tour and enjoy the beautiful cities like Naples, Rome, Turin, Florence and Bologna or see the wonders of our Alps or beaches.

As a fangirl and a cosplayer I love good AU's and the creation of original and eye-catching OC's... but the important thing is to be able to distinguish fantasy from reality.

I know that not many people will have read all this post and many will have found it heavy and boring but I invite you to do some research, even just type on google "Strage di Via D'Amelio" and "Strage di Capaci" which are the most sadly famous. Look at the photos. Look how they destroyed roads to hit a single man, in both cases. Then you can go back to cosplaying and writing and reading fanfiction, you have every right but at least you will do it with more awareness.

P.s: This applies to all mafias, both Italian and foreign.

P.p.s: Since English is not my native language and I have never studied it so much, I hope I haven't made too many mistakes and that the sense of the post is still clear.

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Oggi in Italia è l'anniversario della morte del magistrato Giovanni Falcone, della moglie Francesca, anche lei magistrato, e di tre agenti della loro scorta: Vito Schifani, Rocco Dicillo e Antonio Montinaro.

Hanno perso la vita in un attentato mafioso che prende il nome di Strage di Capaci, avvenuto nel tratto autostradale A29 alle 17:57, nel 1992. Non scrivo questo post per insegnare la storia e neanche per un improvviso slancio poetico di malinconia. Sto scrivendo perchè vedo sempre più spesso su social come questo un atteggiamento di romanticizzazione della mafia, spesso anche da parte di cosplayer e persone che stimo tantissimo e che trovo d'ispirazione e che non vorrei in nessun modo offendere. Sicuramente queste persone creano i proprio contenuti sapendo di cosa stanno parlando ma magari alcuni loro follower basano le proprie conoscenze su questi AU o su fumetti letti o altre congetture. Voglio quindi parlare a queste persone che magari pensano che le mafie non siano una cosa totalmente negativa.

Capisco che all'estero possa essere rimasta un'immagine della mafia tipo Al Capone o simili... di uomini d'altri tempi, criminali certo ma con dei valori come, per esempio, l'intoccabilità di donne e bambini.

Forse (non sono un'esperta in materia quindi può essere possibile) in passato la criminalità organizzata aveva una specie di codice etico; ma, se mai c’è stato, non esiste più da tantissimo tempo.

Perchè la mafia, quella vera, quella che terrorizza ancora paesi del sud ma anche del nord Italia, uccide indistintamente uomini, donne e perfino bambini.

Ammazza uomini che combattono per la libertà dello stato e per la legalità, come i magistrati Giovanni Falcone e Paolo Borsellino.

Ammazzano ragazzi come Giuseppe (Peppino) Impastato, un giovane giornalista e attivista appena trentenne che si ribellava contro Cosa Nostra, perchè credeva che da questa piaga il popolo siciliano terrorizzato si potesse liberare.

Ammazzano donne come Graziella Campagna e Emanuela Loi. La prima "colpevole" di aver collaborato con la giustizia per l'arresto di un mafioso latitante, scoprendo l'identità dell'uomo per caso svolgendo il proprio lavoro di lavandaia; la seconda, invece, è stata una delle prime donne poliziotto del servizio scorte in Italia, affidata alla scorta di Borsellino e, come lui, saltata in aria fuori da un palazzo nella Strage di via d'Amelio.

Ammazzano ragazzini come Giuseppe Di Matteo, rapito a 12 anni, tenuto in ostaggio per più di un anno, poi ucciso e sciolto nell'acido solo perchè figlio di un boss pentito.

Ammazzano bambini come Mariangela o Noemi che si trovavano solo nel posto sbagliato al momento sbagliato.

Ammazzano gente per strada solo perchè somiglia a uno appartenente ad un clan nemico e quindi "uups, persona sbagliata".

La mafia qui in Italia è una cosa seria. Nonostante alcuni giovani rispondano "non c'è qui a casa mia, quindi non mi interessa" è una malattia che sembra incurabile, peggio del Covid19.

Non riguarda solo il sud Italia come molti pensano, il paese dove abito è uno dei centri (minori) della mafia al nord, solo 10 anni fa ci sono stati arresti e "gambizzazioni" giusto dietro casa mia. Riguarda tutti, anche chi nasconde la testa sotto la sabbia.

Quindi, per favore, per quanto nell'immaginario "il Boss" abbia il suo fascino, non fatelo passare per quello incompreso, quello che alla fine fa del bene nonostante scavalchi la legge perchè così non fate che sputare su tutti i morti, così come fareste se scusereste gli artefici delle stragi nelle scuole o attentati di altro tipo.

Con questo non sto dicendo che in Italia dobbiamo fare attenzione ad ogni vicolo buio o simili (insomma, in quei casi si deve fare attenzione in ogni caso ovunque si è, ma non per via delle mafie). Il nostro è un paese meraviglioso con una storia e una cultura unici e introvabili da altre parti, così come tutte le culture di questo mondo; quindi, una volta finito questo casino col Covid19, venite pure a farvi un giro e a godervi le splendide città come Napoli, Roma, Torino, Firenze e Bologna o a vedere le meraviglie delle nostre alpi o spiagge.

Da fangirl e cosplayer adoro delle buone AU e la creazione di OC originali e accattivanti... ma l'importante è riuscire a distinguere la fantasia dalla realtà dei fatti.

So che non molti avranno letto tutto questo post e moltissimi l'avranno trovato pesante e palloso ma vi invito a fare delle ricerche, anche solo digitare su google "Strage di via D'Amelio" e "Strage di Capaci" che sono le più tristemente famose. Guardate le foto. Guardate come hanno distrutto strade per colpire un singolo uomo, in entrambi i casi. Poi potete tornate a fare cosplay e a scrivere e leggere fanfiction, ne avete tutto il diritto ma almeno lo farete con più consapevolezza.

P.s: Questo discorso vale per tutte le mafie, sia italiane che estere.

#mafia #23 maggio 1992 #strage di capaci #lotta alla mafia #giovanni falcone #Paolo Borsellino #mafia au #long post #sorry for the long post #Italia #Italy

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THE GHOST.

“ tormented, insecure, intuitive, fickle. the ghost is all about channeling past trauma, seeing people’s true selves, and having spooky powers. ”

biography.

name. letty hollister age. twenty one occupation. waitress at abigail’s diner sexuality. demisexual, demiromantic gender. cisfemale faceclaim. danielle campbell monster. ghost

origin.

she was born colette elizabeth vogel to two middle-class german-american parents on july 6th, 1933 in camden, maine. she grew up in a quaint suburb, ate family dinners at six sharp, listened to war reports on the radio, was the type of girl who was always gifted an extra soda or an extra candy bar by adults. boys chased her from the age of fourteen but the one she ended up with was a boy she used to chase, a childhood friend born two years before her. they were really, truly, happy for a few years, for a little while. one december, on the way home from an office party, another car struck hers. she’d been twenty-one.

but that was all over now. that had been her life, and all she had before her was an afterlife. it wasn’t much for a long time, little more than despair given form, drowning in anger and confusion and longing for what she saw in her memories. thankfully, there were other ghosts out there to guide her out of her worst fate, and she made her way back to reality and society. she learned she could sense others’ emotions, could gather strength from the negative ones. she learned how to use her energy to communicate with the living and got quite good at it, haunting her family and hometown long enough to fear too much attention. one day, jostling through a box of mementos from her human life stored in the attic, she touched her favorite string of pearls and suddenly felt more solid than she had since she died. she was gaunt and uncanny even to herself, but it was so much like being a human that she decided to stay that way for as long as she could.

with her mementos anchoring her to the living and her innate empathy helping her partially overcome the overall unease she gave off enough to have distant acquaintances, she lived amongst humans for decades. sometimes, however, one painful flashback would be too much for or she would get too caught up in who and why and she’d be plummeted into timeless despair once more, only guided back to the present by other spirits or great displays of emotion. it’s best for her to keep going through the motions; stick around for as long as you can and keep your head down. help humans when you can, avoid trouble when you can’t, and don’t think about things you’re better off not thinking about. it gets easier all the while, but sometimes it just hits you and you’re plunged into complete sorrow all over again.

currently, she goes by letty hollister and is in her third year at byrne university after first coming to cinderbrush as a supposed freshman majoring in psychology. normally, she would’ve avoided a town like cinderbrush like the plague, with its haunted waters and haunted forest and haunted lake, but whatever drew so many tormented spirits to cinderbrush drew her, too. she didn’t completely understand how, but it made her stronger, closer to humanity than ever. between cinderbrush and her trinkets, being almost human was as easy as a ghost could ever hope. if only she wasn’t so obviously inhuman beneath her girlish features, with skin that got paler, hair that got lanker, and eye circles that got darker with each passing day between feedings. those that were sensitive to the supernatural often were able to guise what she had looked like upon her death–blood blooming on her chest, face cut up, lips deathly blue–which meant that nearly all animals avoided her, several people as well, and even an untrained eye could sometimes catch how letty never seemed to breathe or never looked any different one day to the next. it certainly didn’t hurt that she knew herself to be about sixty years older than the students around her and never went much out of her way to behave any differently. what was the point? she would have to leave in a few years anyways and it seemed awfully dishonest to lie to others anymore than her body already did.

letty longed for some kind of emotional anchor to the living nonetheless, and tried to make up for it by being overtly helpful, always swooping in to solve someone’s problem, offering a shoulder to cry on, uncannily hospitable but altogether still very distant. she was surprised to find anything of the sort in cinderbrush. she’d found and revealed herself to the gorgon, who needed letty just as much as letty needed them. then there was the ghoul, figuring out their place in the afterlife much like letty had, but different somehow, held here by something other than trauma and rage. they might need her. and if she was needed, she wouldn’t go anywhere.

look.

unnerving eyes. dubious smile. classic red lip. old hollywood waves. dark hair, white face. a perfume that doesn’t exist anymore. a dress just like one your grandma wore in a picture you have. a record player skipping. cool to the touch. encyclopedic knowledge. feeling helpful. being helpless. out of place, out of time. eerie. yearning. unchanging. faded. repressed. empty. lights flickering. glass shattering. doors slamming. barely-there fingerprints. a mixture of snow and rain. a woman’s wail on the wind.

moves.

unresolved trauma. you project the blame and trauma of your death onto your current situation.

creep. when you secretly witness someone in their most intimate moments, perhaps showering or sleeping, you learn a secret about them. the mun chooses how big of a secret it is that you learn about their character.

hungry ghost. you find sustenance in sadness. others feel compelled to dump their emotional problems on you,

social circle.

the disciple: there is something off about the disciple. they have a smile on their face that just doesn’t reach their eyes, and it seems like no one has noticed it yet. that is, no one except the ghost. the ghost doesn’t trust them. they spend enough time observing people around them to know when someone is up to something, and the disciple is definitely up to someone. so the ghost has made a point to watch them. and most often they happens at night, when the disciple is alone in their room, sleeping. at their most vulnerable. but the ghost knows something is up, and they’re going to figure out what it is... and then figure out how to warn someone.

the ghoul: being a ghost is… strange. time doesn’t move the same way as it did when you’re alive. it happens all at once, and you’re just… stuck. witnessing it all move around you. and sometimes you can control where you go, sometimes you can’t. but moments of intense emotion, you get pulled there. that’s what happened when the ghoul died. the ghost was taken there, and witnessed the entire thing. they also witness the ghoul being resurrected. the ghost is unsure how to approach the situation. they’re not sure how memory works for the ghoul, and if they have any memories of before now. but the ghost feels compelled to share what they know about the ghoul. about how they died. they just aren’t sure how the ghoul will take it, which is what has stopped them from saying anything thus far.

the gorgon: there is comfort the gorgon gets from being around the ghost. you see, the ghost is already dead, so nothing the gorgon does to them could damage them further. talking with the ghost its freeing, and one of the only times the gorgon doesn’t have to shield their gaze. they can laugh and sing and find that human connection they so desperately crave. and what does the ghost get out of all of this? they get a friend. someone who will treat them as if everything is normal. thats what they give each other. a sense of normalcy.

this character skin is TAKEN

#the ghost #taken

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P. T. Barnum (TGS) x Reader - Feline Fatale

A/N - Don’t mind my inability to title things well. Also, yeah this exists because I’m garbage for Hugh Jackman, can you blame me? The man is fine. Reader is written as tomboyish/dresses in men’s clothes, sorry if that doesn’t apply to you!

You scaled the walls with ease, hopping between the two smooth, thin metal slabs until reaching the top. You gave yourself no time to adjust, launching yourself off into a freefall as what small security you had dropped from below you as those holding them steady releshed them.

For a instant, the cheering crowd grew even quieter than your ear plugs had kept them before, time slowing to a crawl as you fell, two feet, four feet…

And then Anne’s hands wrapped around your ankles, again, only a moment of security before you were free again. Before you could fall, you had hold of a rope and you drifted slowly down, smiling wide as you neared the floor and large feline bodies surrounded you.

Your hands smoothed down a cowlick in Rags’ mane through the bars of his large enclosure you’d insisted the circus invest in for each the lions. Your pointed nails easily ran through all of the knots in his mane, and he clearly enjoyed the loving attention. Rags, Prince, Taylor, Leo, and Scarlet - the show’s ferocious beasts - were given an opportunity just like the rest of the show’s preformers. Saved from the mistreatment of a traveling showman and their much too small cages when they were weeks old, you had been elected their primary caregiver as soon as your bond with them became clear.

You always had bonded better with animals than humans. Animals seemed to sense the empathy and understanding seeded deep in your person, while humans tended to use it to their advantage if they noticed at all.

If it wasn’t for you breaking the nose of the man who held the lions captive, he never would have sold the sickly creatures to Barnum. You knew you couldn’t leave the cubs with a man who had no concern for their wellbeing and, as such, that was how you’d become a member of the circus. At that point, you had no way of knowing if Barnum had better intentions than the man he’d gotten them from, you knew better now.

“How’re my favorite kittens doing?”

A wide grin spread on your face as a hand rested on your shoulder, “Why, Mr. Barnum, that nickname might lead people to believe something scandalous is going on, don’t you think?”

His grin faded, if only slightly, “I’m curious about this dinner your family is hosting. You’re sure everyone’s invited?”

You could understand the hesitation, but, even if your family hadn’t insisted they were all welcome, you would have. After all, they were as much your family as those of your blood and, to your parents delight, they were the first people you’d bonded with in years.

“Of course, Phineas, I wouldn’t have it any other way. My family is ecstatic to meet everyone, it is a shame I won’t be able to bring my cats though!” Rags cocked his head as you scratched behind his ear, offering a quiet grumble that shifted to a growl as scarlet approached from her enclosure. “Oh, don’t be selfish, big guy, you get plenty of attention.”

“I’ll leave you to them. I look forward to meeting those who raised such a lovely woman.” Your cheeks burned red in response to the comment as he made his way toward Lettie.

“You two are disgusting.”

With a roll of your eyes and a laugh, you turned to face some of your fellow performers, “Anne, Charles,” you grinned at the sight of Phillip with his arm wrapped around Anne’s waist, “Phillip, don’t you have anything better to do than meddle with my interactions?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than dance around Barnum?”

You hesitated, but couldn’t offer much in the way of an argument, “Fair enough, Charles.”

“You’re not getting anywhere by keeping quiet.”

“Well,” you sighed, “men that look like him don’t go after girls like me.” You gestured to your clothes, men’s as was always the case out of the spotlight. Not that your clothing within was much compared to the others; skin-colored and skintight, the very minimum to play up the wild-girl aesthetic you were known for. “He goes after women like-like that Charity girl.”

“Charity is his friend,” the words gained Phillip a skeptical glance, “he hardly ever shuts up about you!”

You sighed, giving another roll of your eyes, well aware that they wouldn’t stop until you gave them an answer they liked, “Fine, fine, I’ll speak with him after dinner tonight. My parents are looking forward to meeting him, so I’ll wait to chase him off until after they get their wish.”

The suit you wore accented your curves, after all, it had been tailored specifically for you. While all members of the show knew of your unconventional style of dress, they couldn’t help but be surprised by the higher class than usual style when you opened the door to invite them in.

“Mother, father,” you introduced them to each of your friends as they entered, Phineas and Phillip being the last, “and of course the ringmasters, Phineas Taylor Barnum and Phillip Carlyle.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, [Name] speaks highly of all of you, you in particular Mr. Barnum.”

“Mother, please,” you gave her a light nudge, cheeks blossoming into a dark pink following the words. You’d asked that they keep your attraction quiet, but clearly she couldn’t resist. The grin she gave you was nothing short of devious.

“Please, call me Phineas. I’m glad to hear I’m on her good side, she does watch over the most dangerous animals we have in the show.”

“Clearly, you’ve never seen my daughter angry, Phineas, the lions should be the least of your concerns.”

Dinner was enjoyable, spent with all members of the circus playfully teasing each other and your parents watching your interactions fondly. You ended up between Lettie and Phineas, resulting in light nudges whenever they’d try to talk around you.

You couldn’t help letting your own fondness for the people around you shine through. You never would have thought you’d find yourself surrounded by so many people you were privileged to know as friends, but far be it from you to complain.

This was where you felt most at home.

As the hours wore on, you found your way to one of the balconies in your parents home, the time among loud chatting leaving you drained, and balanced haphazardly on the railing as you thought over how to approach Phineas.

You knew they’d never let it go if you claimed it slipped your mind.

“I thought I’d find you out here.”

Despite yourself, a smile immediately grew on your lips at the sound of his voice. And it grew even wider when he placed his coat over your shoulders.

“Thank you, though I believe the red suits you more than it does me.”

He situated himself aside you, “So, would you do me the honor of a night at the theatre?” While his first words came smooth, they were followed by a stuttering mess of syllables, “Whenever you’re free, only if you want of course, I just thought-”

“I’d love to, Phin,” you glanced down, “I just don’t want to embarrass you with, well- I’m not much of a match for you. Even though the people give you a hard time, I’m sure there’s someone much better for you than me. My entire act is being wild.”

“I assure you, there’s nothing I want more in the world than for you to accompany me. If not the theatre than anywhere. I’ve put off asking from the moment you laid out that man and refused to let me take those cubs without proof they’d be cared for. Believe me, your being wild is part of the attraction.” If Barnum didn’t have the very definition of puppy eyes, than you had no other words to describe the expression he gave you.

You couldn’t resist. You leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss against his lips.

He almost slipped off the railing, and almost certainly would have if you hadn’t pushed him back.

“Why not after our first show this Tuesday?” You grinned, “and only if you don’t sit on balcony railings anymore.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“[Name] have you seen my- oh.” He cut himself off as he saw his coat, the item he was searching for, hanging on your frame, reaching below your knees.

“What can I say? Red might not be my color, but your coat is comfortable, and it smells like you!”

“It’s almost showtime.”

You hummed, “You can have it back on one condition, I get a kiss.”

“Well, I can’t have my favorite kitten upset, can I?”

“I am the most dangerous animal in the show.”

One of the lions growled, as if arguing that statement, but proceeded to butt his head against your leg.

“Yes, yes, you’ll get a kiss too, Prince,” you rolled your eyes, leaning towards Phineas and whispering, “don’t tell them, but you’re my favorite male.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

#pt barnum #pt barnum x reader #the greatest showman #the greatest showman x reader #x reader

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