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suppose-i-was-worm · 7 months

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Sheets on the Tables and Chairs

**I didn't want to make this a series but then I had ideas, so. Here goes! First person to guess where the titles are coming from gets a free prompt fill.**

The zeta-beam activated, and Alfred watched as Signal came through, taking off his helmet as he entered the cave.

“Hey, Alf- B is bringing guests with him.”

“Thank you, master Duke. Adults or adolescents?”

“Adults, a man and a woman. They’re probably staying.”

“I will have rooms made up.”

Duke shuffled his feet a little.

“Probably staying longer than a night.”

Alfred nodded, putting down his finished work to begin making his way up the cave stairs.

“Thank you for the information, master Duke.”

Nodding, Duke headed to the showers, and Alfred continued to the stairs.

The zeta-beam activated again, and then twice more. Assuming it was the rest of the clan, Alfred paused at the base of the stairs.

“Welcome home.”

Bruce’s voice cut through the chirping of the bats high above. A good butler would never sigh out loud, but Alfred definitely did in his heart. He loved his master, the closest thing he would ever have to a son, but he would bet his entire career that the newcomers had black hair and blue eyes.

He missed Daniel too, but that didn’t mean he went around collecting similar looking children.

“It becomes harder to legally adopt people the older they are, Master Bruce.”

Alfred turned to greet their guests, only to stop still and stare. As a rule, Alfred did not stare. It was impolite. But how- how could he not, in this situation?

“Why would I need to adopt my own brother, Alfred?”

Standing there, standing shoulder to shoulder with Bruce, was Daniel Wayne. The man had Thomas’ chin- both of the Wayne boys did, it was a dominant trait, but other than that, he was Martha all over.

A slight form- not weak, but with lithe grace, dark brown hair that was almost black, and blue eyes that burned on either side of an aquiline nose.

Next to him stood a young woman, with the same quirk of her lips that Thomas had- the same shaped hands.

“My god.”

The cave went completely silent, other than the bats going about their days. All of the children had stopped still at Alfred’s words, and even Bruce looked a little stunned.

“You must be Alfred.”

Daniel- for it must be Daniel, who else? Stepped forward, holding out a callused hand.

“Sorry it took me so long to come back to you.”

Alfred allowed himself a moment of weakness and reached up to cup Daniel’s face instead of shaking his hand.

“My dear boy- dear boy.”

Daniel smiled and covered Alfred’s hands with his own, and Alfred felt something settle in him that had been broken since he’d helplessly watched a toddler fall through a strange portal. Daniel’s hands were warm, and Alfred could faintly feel his pulse through his own gloves.

“Welcome home, Daniel.”

“Thank you, Alfred. I’d like you to meet my sister- Well, both of them, eventually, but Danielle for now.”

Alfred stepped back, and they both turned to the young woman, who was smiling a little sadly. She waved, and Alfred held his hands out to her.

“Dear girl, thank you for taking care of him- and yourself as well.”

She took his hands, and hers were as warm as Daniel’s.

“Does it bother you that I’m his clone?”

“Dani!”

Daniel sounded scandalized, but Alfred just shook his head.

“Not at all, my dear. That just means I have more family to love.”

Her smile became infinitely less sad.

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“I think we should buy flowers for Danny’s grave.”

The entire room of batsiblings looked up at Dick from their various evening pursuits. The three (three!) Wayne siblings and Alfred had gone to pay their respects to Martha and Thomas (and Danny, somehow?).

“Why do you think it matters?”

“It’s a nice thing to do?”

Tim and Damian both scoffed at the same time, in exactly the same way, and then they glared at each other.

Cass raised her hand.

“Yes, Cass?”

Everyone looked over to Cass, who signed ‘good idea’ before turning her attention back to her book.

“I agree.”

Dick startled and whipped his head around to look at Jason, standing in the doorway.

“Jason?”

“I- I think it would be a kind gesture, is all.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at Jason, and then cocked his head to the side.

“Does this have something to do with him teaching you about being dead?”

Jason flushed bright red.

“I- I don’t know. Shut up.”

Tim stood up and put his computer to the side, holding out his hand for Steph, who was lounging on the floor.

“Well, if Cass says it’s a good idea, I’ll run with it. Do we want to get the flowers now, or?”

“Might be a little weird if we’re all gone when they get back inside.”

Duke was sprawled out on the other couch, comment almost muffled by the cushions.

“That’s true,” Dick scratched his head, wondering about the best way to get flowers quickly.

Tim brushed past him and headed out towards the main foyer.

“Don’t worry, Dick, I texted DoorDart.”

Dick followed his little brother, knowing by experience that the rest of the siblings would come behind.

“You can get flowers on DoorDart?”

There was a knock on the front door, and Dick saw Tim’s mischievous grin.

“If it’s really your superpowered boyfriend you can.”

Dick darted forward and swung the door open to see Connor Kent standing on the stoop, carrying two massive bouquets. He smiled sheepishly at Dick, and then thrust both bundles of flowers into his arms.

“Hi Dick, hi Tim! Here’s what you asked for. Wish I could stay, but I have to go help Ma at the farm.”

Tim darted around Dick and shared a quick kiss with Superboy before the kryptonian lifted off into the air.

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Bruce held tight to both Danny and Dani’s hands as they made their way back into the manor. Seeing Danny’s grave had obviously been emotional for both of them, and introducing his younger siblings to his parents graves had been emotional for him. Alfred had headed inside before them, claiming that he had to start on dinner.

Bruce was pretty sure he was just making sure the kids hadn’t managed to burn down the building from the inside.

As they approached the path to the manor, Danny spoke up.

“Dani and I- we can’t stay for long.”

Reflexively, Bruce tightened his grip on both of the hands in his, and then loosened it, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.

Danny laughed lightly.

“It would be nice to, but we have responsibilities. Ghost King isn’t just a title.”

“We can visit, though,” Dani piped in. “Now that we know there’s family here. Jazz will want to meet you.”

“You won’t leave yet, though, will you?”

Bruce couldn’t help the pleading tone in his voice. He finally had his brother back!

“I’m sure we could stay for dinner.”

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x batman #danny phantom #tim drake #bruce wayne #ghost king danny

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frownyalfred · 4 months

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okay, i dont want you to take this ask as like “you should write this!!!!” bc i know A Room Full of Coral is already a very complicated series & you’re juggling a lot of moving parts, however…

that anon about Alf having to temper Thomas’ hovering Alpha energy the same way he did Clark’s in this last ASOH chapter has me thinking about a side/else worlds fic from Alfreds POV of before Bruce was born. Especially the parallels between Bruce and Martha as carriers.

Like idk, i’ve just been thinking a lot about the mix of pride, happiness and just gut wrenching grief this whole ordeal with Bruce (and Jason) would have Alfred feeling, and the way that he’s handling it so that he can continue to be the supportive Beta the rest of the pack needs him to be.

I love this series so much, you put so much thought into how you characterize everyone, and they’re so fleshed out.

i really admire all the work you’ve put into it so far.

Oh anon 🥺 the way I just want to write this immediately. You’re so right — Alfred’s actions come from a mix of experience and instinct. And that experience where he saw Thomas and Martha through their heats and ruts and pregnancy — it must color everything. Bittersweet and fond.

No one ever really asks Alfred why he knows this much about being a pack beta. They assume it must come from him being competent and in touch with his instincts, which isn’t incorrect. But it also comes from a lost world where he was with Thomas and Martha…

#poor Alfred mourning them….#I’m sad just thinking about it #how he felt the need to carry on because Bruce was still alive #Aghh #bruce wayne #batman #dc #myfic #theresurrectionist #a sky of honey #a room full of coral #thank you so much for your kind words anon #asks #anon #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #mpreg mention #mpreg tw

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sohotthateveryonedied · 2 years

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Summary: Tim is thirteen the first time he walks into the Batcave and finds Bruce holding a gun to his head. Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts

Tim is thirteen the first time he walks into the Batcave and finds Bruce holding a gun to his head. The initial shock, strangely, comes not from the dreaded act itself that Tim is bearing witness to, but the sight of such an unnatural choice of weapon clutched in Bruce’s hand. Batman hates guns. He’d never use them on anybody. Anybody but himself, apparently. Tim’s body goes stone-cold. He freezes mid-step. “Bruce?” he squeaks, waiting for the scene to shift back to normalcy. Make it make sense: a surprise training exercise, some imaginary scenario that Tim is supposed to run through to show he knows the procedure. This can’t be real. It doesn’t make sense. Bruce doesn’t startle at the sound of Tim’s timid voice behind him. Of course he doesn’t; Batman never startles. Still, he doesn’t lower the gun like Tim expects—hopes. He doesn’t even look at his newest protege, only a Robin for two months and still so uncertain as to how he can possibly fill the shoes of the heroes before him.

“Bruce,” Tim says again. He’s trying so hard not to let his voice shake in front of his mentor, but it becomes increasingly harder when Bruce still won’t lower the damn gun. Robin shouldn’t quiver, no matter how frightened he is. He doesn’t dare move forward, terrified that one footstep will set off the shot.

“Alf—” Tim’s voice cracks. He clears his throat. “Alfred said lunch is almost ready. He made crab cakes.” Bruce doesn’t react visibly other than by slightly turning his head in Tim’s direction, indicating that he heard him. It isn’t much, but it’s a start. A small, microscopic start. Tim should be ashamed of himself for his shoddy observational skills under pressure. He was so alarmed by the gun in Bruce’s hand that he didn’t realize until this moment that the pistol is the very same one that murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne. The display case across the cave croons its hollowness. Tim wants to throw up. Bruce looks stunningly human like this, with neither cowl nor cape to make him more than a man. Men are mortal. Men can be broken. Men kill themselves when the burden gets too heavy to bear. There is something fragile in the way Bruce holds this deadly weapon aloft—a potent sense of weakness despite holding all the power in the room in his hand. Everything is different in the mask. Batman is infallible, unbreakable. Here, in this dithering moment, the illusion crumbles. Bruce Wayne is just a man. “Bruce, please,” Tim whispers, his plea a childish whine even to his own ears. He doesn’t know how else to fix this. He’s thirteen. He hasn’t been trained in this yet. He’s too young to know which words will help and which will hurt. He doesn’t even fully know what he’s pleading for. The thought of Bruce blowing a hole through his skull is equally as unimaginable as the thought of having to continue living with a Bruce Wayne who wants to die. Tim won’t be able to look his partner in the eyes ever again without remembering this heinous moment. “I lost him,” Bruce croaks, so softly and dully that Tim isn’t sure if the words were intended for him at all. “He’s gone.” He sounds so tired. Not sad, not angry. Just tired. A tightrope slowly, painfully filed down to its last thin strings. Tim can’t pretend he’s surprised that this is the crux of it all. Everything always comes back to Jason. He hears the quiet click of the gun cocking like an explosion. Tim fishes for the first rescue line he can think of. “I still don’t know how to do a ridge hand strike,” he throws out into space—a desperate attempt from his panicked mind. “You said you’d teach me, remember?” It’s dumb, and childish, and Tim has no reason to think he could ever be equipped to handle something so monumental as this. Bruce looks sideways at Tim, his brow furrowing. “I did, didn’t I?” he murmurs, almost absently. Remembering a dream. “After—after lunch. You can teach me,” Tim says, trying so damn hard to keep rooted, but he can’t look away from that black metal glinting in the low light of the cave. After another very long, very tense moment, Bruce lowers the gun. He turns fully to face Tim, his expression unreadable. “All right.” He removes his finger from the trigger. “All right,” Tim echoes, relief and revulsion shaking through him. Bruce puts the gun back securely in its case, locking the awful weapon back where it belongs. He goes upstairs without another word to Tim, so casual that Tim could almost believe the scene never happened at all. It takes several more minutes before Tim’s legs stop shaking enough to follow him.

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Tim becomes more vigilant after that. He has to. How could he not, after what they so narrowly avoided? He can’t stop imagining what he would have found if he’d gone downstairs just five minutes later. Bruce’s blood would have stained the cave floor no matter how hard Alfred scrubbed. Bruce has not brought up the incident since it occurred, so Tim doesn’t bring it up either. He doesn’t know if it’s supposed to be kept a secret or if Bruce is simply too embarrassed to mention it, but Tim wouldn’t dare give it up either way. He can’t stop picturing the gun against Bruce’s temple every time he looks at him. Tim gets used to keeping himself awake until he hears Bruce go to his bedroom after patrol, hears the creak of his bed as he settles into it, just to be sure that going to sleep is all he does. Tim can’t afford to be caught unprepared again. The rational portion of Tim wants to tell someone. Just to hear it out loud. Just to know if it was real. Maybe Dick would know something about it; maybe he’d have tips for Tim to keep it from happening again, but Tim has no idea how he would even go about starting that pipe bomb of a conversation. While we’re on the subject, witness Bruce trying to blow his brains out lately? Even worse would be if Dick doesn’t already know, and Tim just betrayed his partner with a secret he wasn’t sure was a secret in the first place. Would Dick be angry with Bruce for exposing Tim to such a grim horror? Would he blame Tim for letting it get this far? And, worst of all, how weak would he think Bruce must be for letting himself get so low? What would Alfred think? What if they told the Justice League? What if Tim’s slippage broke everything that Batman was supposed to be? Batman can’t crack. Batman can’t be depressed. But if Tim is there, then he can’t be, right? That’s what Tim signed up for, after all—bringing Bruce back from that brink after losing Jason. Tim knows the futility of his task; he can never replace Jason, no matter how hard he pretends, but he can be something. He can take care of Bruce for as long as he needs. Robin’s job is to keep Batman in the light. This is just another of Tim’s unspoken duties listed in the fine print. For all that Tim hopes and prays, the next incident isn’t far off from the first. Batman has been standing on the same rooftop for over ten minutes now, unmoving, unspeaking. Looking down at the street below as if in morbid curiosity of what would happen if he took the plunge. “Batman,” Tim says. It’s laughable; he’s so small, even in his armored uniform and the lifts in his shoes to raise him to Jason’s height. If Bruce toppled, Tim couldn’t catch him any more reliably than an insect could catch a boulder. He says again, stronger, “Batman. Look at me.” He creeps up closer behind Bruce, attention caught in the inches between Bruce’s boots and the edge of the roof, and the cars belting along just below. Any one of them could do the job. “Look at me.” Slowly, drudgingly, Bruce turns his head. He looks down impassively at Tim’s pale, daringly relieved face. Tim smiles the tiniest amount at the victory. “We’re okay. Right? Everyone’s okay.” His small hand takes hold of Bruce’s, and he knows this isn’t how it should be. He’s too young for this, for all of Bruce and all of Batman and everything of both of them. Tim carries not only Bruce’s life in his hands, but everything that Batman is and could be, and all of the lives he needs to be alive to save. When Bruce doesn’t move from that tantalizing edge, Tim pulls gently on his hand. “C’mon, there’s a robbery on Fifth Ave. We need to be there.” That keyword, need, is what finally draws Bruce back into sentience. It might be the only reason he’s still here now, why he didn’t find a rooftop just like this one after Jason’s body went cold and followed him into the dark. Gotham needs him. Robin needs him. “Let’s go,” Bruce says. He drops Tim’s hand without a backward glance, already striding for the fire escape he climbed up here on. Tim follows without another word.

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“Bruce.” The voice is distant and warbly, an annoyance Bruce would like to press the snooze button on. It sounds so much like Jason, but that’s impossible because if Bruce were with Jason, he wouldn’t be feeling like gum scraped off the street. “Bruce, wake up,” Tim says frantically, shaking Bruce’s shoulders. Bruce grumbles and opens his eyes with reluctance. He appears to have passed out on the floor of his bathroom. An empty bottle of scotch sits overturned on the tile beside him. Closer to the tub is a bottle of drain cleaner, the seal on the cap still unbroken. Bruce must have fallen asleep before he could get that far. Tim lets out a relieved breath when Bruce blinks into awareness, the swirling light fixture above gradually coming into focus. “Come on, you need to go to bed. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow.” He slides his arms under Bruce’s armpits and levers him upright the best he can, which isn’t much with Bruce’s uncooperating dead weight. Who cares about budget meetings and repairing worn-out grapple guns? The more time goes on, the less Bruce can find it in him to care about the tedium of this life he’s living. Tim works to get Bruce to stand on his own feet, but it’s a useless effort for someone half Bruce’s size. The best he manages is supporting Bruce on one side and half-dragging him into the adjoined master bedroom. It’s almost amusing: Bruce almost never drinks, aside from champagne at parties or those three bottles of whiskey on the night of Jason’s funeral. He should have drowned in it. Tim helps Bruce out of the bathroom and over to his bed. From this close, Bruce can study the bruise-colored smudges underlining Tim’s eyes. Bruce knew it weeks ago when Tim gave up on sleeping altogether, too afraid that taking five minutes to close his eyes would be enough time for Bruce to carve through a vein and bleed out on the floor. Some nights Bruce dreams of slipping a sedative into the kid’s Gatorade so he can do just that without the fear of being interrupted.

“You’re a good boy, Tim,” Bruce murmurs, his head swimming dangerously with every motion of his uncooperative body. He’s not a lightweight except when he wants to be. Bruce dumps himself on top of the comforter, wishing the mattress would swallow him whole. “Jason…Jason was good too. He was perfect.” What Bruce wouldn’t give to have him back. He’d trade any life, take any risk. He’d slit his own throat in a heartbeat if only it rewrote that tragic day. Parents shouldn’t be allowed to lose their children. They shouldn’t be forced to keep walking on this gray-hued chunk of rock after their child is dead. It isn’t fair. It isn’t right. Tim is his usual quiet, unobtrusive self as he collects the scotch and empty glass from the bathroom floor. He stops to put the unopened drain cleaner in the garbage can, just in case. He cleans up Bruce’s mess until one could almost pretend it never happened. It’s what he came here to do in the first place, isn’t it? Fix the Batman, make him better again. What a joke. There is no “better” for Bruce. There is no healing. There is just waiting, waiting until his mission is finished and he can join his son in death. “Stop talking like that,” Tim says quietly. Bruce didn’t even know he was saying his traitorous thoughts aloud. “You’re just tired.” Tim goes to leave, but Bruce catches his wrist before he can stray too far. “’m sorry,” Bruce slurs, his drunken eyes strikingly alert as he looks at Tim, this child he dragged into his blackened world. He’s sorry that this is Tim’s job. He’s sorry that he burdened this little boy with a man’s responsibility. He’s sorry that the child he has now isn’t the one he wants. Tim’s mouth tightens into a thin line. He nods curtly. “Get some sleep, Bruce.”

#bruce babygirl you are soooo damaged #yes hello i made bruce and tim's relationship SO toxic and unhealthy in this <3 #yes i forgot until just now that i forgot to post my whumptober fics here too #oh well #soho writes stuff #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #robin #red robin #idiot duckboy #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #tw suicide attempt #tw suicide

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Alfie Solomons- Love At First Sight Pt4

6 moths later

"They're gonna kill me"

"And what do you suggest we do Alf? I can't hide this for much longer" I point to my bloating stomach

"You could hide with me at home"

"And then what Alfie? my brothers will wonder where I am for the next 6 months. I've managed to hide this from them for 3 months, aunt Poll is getting suspicious. No. We're telling them today"

Alfie and I are currently in the car on the way to my house in Small Heath where I have called a meeting

"But they didn't even know we were going steady right. Going from business partners to knocking up Tommys sister, I'm dead"

"Your not fucking dead. Alfie, Tommy loves me and he will do anything for me. Even put up with you. And anyway they are more likely to kill you if we keep us and the baby a secret"

"Right. Best got on with this then" Alfie says trying to act tough, but I know he's scared.

We arrive at the house where everyone is already waiting

"What's all this about then aye" Tommy asks breaking the awkward silence after taking a puff of his cigarette

"We've been lying to you Tom. I've not been going to London because of problems with the business"

"Then why have you been going to London then?" Arthur grunts giving Alfie an evil look

"Well errm you see" Alfie gets nervous

"Alfie and I have been courting for the last 5 months" I watch all of my brothers' jaws clench

"But that's not all is it" Polly says

"No" I sigh

"Your in the family way aren't you?" I look down at my feet, then realise I shouldn't have to feel ashamed of myself. I look back up and stand tall

"Yes" I look around expecting my brothers to go mad, but no. They are quiet

"They seem to be ok" Alfie whispers

"This is the calm before the storm" I watch Tommy stump out his cigarette

"Your pregnant" he says as a statement "and Alfie is the father" he walks over to Alfie getting in his face "is that right?"

"Look mate.."

"Im not your fucking mate"

"Tom stop. Look this wasn't planned"

"I can arrange for the... issue to be resolved"

"You know just as much as I do, what your suggesting is illegal. And anyway Alfie and I are happy"

"Is that right? Polly, Ada go and take YN to the kitchen and her a drink"

"Come love"

"I'm not sure this is wise" I tell Polly

"Alfie will be fine. Come on" Ada takes my hand and we walk into the kitchen.

"No broken glasses, that's a good sign" Ada says when John walks through the door

"Well Alfie is still alive, although both he and Arthur have a black eye" John laughs

"Your not mad?"

"Why should I be. All of us brother have had sex outside of marriage. Hell I got Martha pregnant out of marriage. Tommy and Arthur know what it's like to nearly loose a sister because of them getting pregnant" John looks at Ada then looks back at me "they also know what it's like to become an uncle. Of course I've had words with Alfie, but no point in killing him is there when he will be needed to help you look after the child. Now. Come on Tommy wants to talk to you" I nod my head and get up. I walk out of the kitchen and find Tommy, Arthur and Alfie all with a drink in hand

"Now that we've had a chat. What I would like to know is when is the wedding?" Tommy asks taking another cigarette

"It's the thing to do innit. But your sister is as stubborn as you. Said no didn't she. 2 times"

"Because I'm not marrying someone just because I'm pregnant. Why should I? If Alfie wants to marry me because he loves me then I'll say yes, but for now it's a no"

"At least put a ring on your finger YN, don't need anyone in our business"

"I'm a Shelby Arthur, no one will say a thing, but if it makes you all feel better fine. I'll wear a ring" I cross my arms at my eldest brother

"Good. I'm still not happy it's with him, but could be worse"

"That's the spirit Arthur" Alfie smiles

"Can I finish my tea now?" I ask looking at Tommy

"Yes. Finn will go and get it" Polly says guiding me to a chair. Finn then enters holding my cup

"So. Another sister moving to London then" John says sitting down "you keep an eye on her Ada. She may be older than us but she's a trouble maker" he points at me

"I will"

"At least neither of you will double cross each other again" Polly sighs

"I'm not upset about the baby out of marriage. But I will be upset if you hurt my sister"

"Wouldn't dream of it mate" Alfie tells John before sipping on his drink. This went a lot better than I though, but that doesn't mean something won't bubble up with my brothers.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader

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wildjuniperjones · 2 years

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(I just read your intro and followed immediately. I too have an interest in D&D and fiction writing.)

But, per your comment, this ask is about Plants and Magic. You mentioned that you had some suggestions about Herbalism and/or other reference materials after my ask on a-witch-named-crow's blog, and I would love to hear them.

I recently turned a rather critical eye to the sources that I originally learned magic from, namely books and my mother, who was very into Native American Shamanic things. I believe we have some ancestry and family history, but we are not culturally involved or members of a tribe. I decided it really wasn't right for me to continue many of the beliefs and practices I had learned because what I knew was likely from closed practices, and frankly I had no right to them.

But I felt that kind of left me in a bit of a lurch where learning more about plants was concerned. I studied Botany in college, and even back then I knew it was only part of the story, really. I love using what I grow for tea and food, and I am totally getting into foraging, so -crow's suggestions there are on point. What -crow said about working with the spirits of plants seems kind of the way I want to go. I am a Service Member, so I cannot take their latter suggestions. (constantly subject to the possibility of urinalysis when you are the property of the government).

I would love to know what you have to add!

So, most of my training is in medicinal herbalism, as a lot of the correspondences you'll find in older texts are actually code to describe the medicinal functions of certain herbs (like St. John's Wort being associated with Leo and the Sun, referring to its heating properties when applied topically (it causes sun sensitivity) and the joy that returns from taking it internally). But if you mostly want to get into herbs for your own purposes, I have some books to recommend.

First up, get a Peterson's Field Guide to Medicinal Plants & Herbs for your bioregion. I have one for the western US, but there are others. It will make all the rest a helluva lot easier if you're going to wildcraft (forage) your herbs.

Next, get a copy of The Herbal Medicine Maker's Handbook by James Green. It is THE book for creating your own tinctures, salves, etc. I never had success with making salves (they would mold) until I followed his instructions.

These two are required reading, from my perspective. But hey, you might want to know more about plants that are readily available in your local grocery, perhaps! For that, check out:

Kitchen Medicine by Julie Bruton-Seal, Matthew Seal Traditional Foods Are Your Best Medicine by Ronald F. Schmid

But I take conventional medication, how do I know what will interact? For that, check out Delmar's Integrative Herb Guide for Nurses by Martha Libster. Mine isn't the most up-to-date, but you might be able to find useful info in there nonetheless, especially if you do your homework and know what category of medicine any newer medication falls into.

Part of my training was with the East West School of Planetary Herbology, which included Traditional Chinese Medicine diagnostic techniques that I still use, like tongue diagnosis and pulse diagnosis. Understanding the theory and structure around TCM opens up a lot more resources, and the best book I've found for that purpose is The Web That Has No Weaver by Ted Kaptchuk.

A history and theory-based look at Western herbalism that really changed the way I viewed herbal medicine is The Herbal Lore of Wise Women & Wortcunners by Wolf D. Storl, which I highly recommend. I was having a hard time reading anything when I got it, but plowed right through anyway.

Lessee, honorable mentions go to Medicinal Plants of the Pacific West by Michael Moore (I believe there are a few other bioregions in that series), 300 Herbs by Matthew Alfs (especially useful if you already understand TCM and Ayurvedic theory), and my absolute favorite (which is sadly out of print) the two-volume set of The Energetics of Western Herbs by Peter Holmes. Just the most comprehensive guide to European and American herbs out there, explained very clearly, using both Western and TCM theories. There's a companion two-volume set by the same author called Jade Remedies that covers Chinese herbs exclusively, but is also out of print.

Most of these can be found on free sites like libgen or Z-lib, except for the last two, which as I said are out of print. These are just the books I kept, you understand. This is a tiny fraction of my original library, the ones that I considered too essential or rare to sell.

On the more spiritual side of plants, I'd recommend The Secret Teachings of Plants by Stephen Buhner. And if you're looking to grow herbs, especially woody herbs, I cannot recommend The Medicinal Forest Garden Handbook by Anne Stobart enough! Permaculture + herbalism? Yes please!

I wrote a few blog articles on the subject looooong ago, when I was trying to make a go of being a professional herbalist but I didn't yet have the confidence to see people. I didn't want to promise success when I was still so uncertain about my abilities. So I decided to catalogue every western herb I could and cross-reference their entries with the books I had at the time (which conveniently is also a listing of all the books I used to have, more or less).

This is the glossary, and this is the cross-referenced list, while this folder contains the few articles I completed. There's also this spreadsheet, which has links to the PubMed entries for each herb (if available) and the wikipedia entry for each herb (if available). It was a huge, obsessive undertaking at the time, and I'm still tempted by the organizational possibilities... The original plan was to have a blog/book that condensed dozens of books worth of information, including conventional science and traditional wisdom, with growing patterns/techniques, preparation methods, etc., etc.

I hope this helps and wasn't too overwhelming! I honestly held back a lot (I could talk about the East West program, for instance), so let me know if you want to hear more about any particular topic!

Best of luck, and happy herb hunting!

PS: If you do want to go mushroom hunting, the best book ever for the purpose is All That the Rain Promises and More by David Arora. Seriously, such a gem.

PPS: If you're a service member, you may want to do a bit of research on herbs that mimic the presence of illicit substances on drug tests. California poppy is a great choice for headaches, but if you're getting urine tests, it will show up as an opiate, despite being a mostly unrelated species.

#herbalism #herbal medicine #my writing #you fool you've activated my special interest card!#sorry for the verbosity #it srsly can't be helped #asked and answered

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mr007pennyworth · 1 year

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An Open Letter - 'To The Other Half Of Me'

Ship; Alf x Gareth @dontcxckitup

To my bravest captain, best friend, confidant and soon-to-be dearest husband, I do hope you come across this letter in the best of moods.

I have few words to describe the most recent year that has passed let alone the immense joy it has been to finally have you back at my side. After Thomas and Martha died, I feared the black that enclosed young Bruce, whom I have spent my life raising alone, would never cease to hover across the estate never mind our days. Now you have returned to me on the faith of many a prayer I may have made over the years it seems the gloom of Gotham may have finally lost its grip on us both.

I never have been much lucky in life, nor has the world been all that caring or loving either since that day I left you on the borders of Libya to face a mass of horrors and lies in Israel. I felt damned from that first car ride away from the base, knowing I was leaving you to a new fate of growing on your own, not knowing how much I longed to call you my love. Never knowing whether you would receive my letters or even wish to read them once I had gone, I could do nothing but simply try to make my feelings known line by line until I could return to England to find you. I held on to every correspondence with hopes I'd see you again, leave my bed every morning with them tucked safely in my trunk and the bullet you once scratched your name on in a pocket of my vest as we patrolled the borders.

My life at the point before I met you had become stale and I longed to return home for some sense of purpose again. Your presence in my life has brought colour and warmth to everything and every day I am grateful that you stood by my word and side all these years. You have added new meaning to my life and it has never felt this brilliant before.

Even now that I am no longer the man that once asked you to trust, and follow without question, asking you to understand that your safety was all that mattered and I wouldn't lead you astray, I once again ask you to follow me into the new life we have agreed to build together, knowing that the only thing that matters is what we want from here on out.

I promise to give you the life you always dreamt of, we will surely make one of the best power couples the world has ever seen, I can not wait to seek new adventures with you beside me as my husband knowing that a long-running army gag was indeed precognition to our future together. I apologise that this new world and realisation of my love for you came about after the death of your wife, I can wholeheartedly say that should she have been here today she would be immensely proud of the man you have become, as much as I am, despite what you have suffered through.

Whether my heart is weaker, my legs are unstable and my mind has been damaged from years of abuse by my own hand or Thomas Wayne’s, I can swear on whatever God you care to name that my love for you will never falter in its intensity and grows richer every day that I awake to find you at my side.

I apologise beforehand for my overbearing protective tendencies or my need to mother unto distraction at times, I have become so used to fathering Bruce that I just know my hand to guard you will lead before I can reconsider myself. I admit it will be difficult to step back and allow you to be our own man after so many years of being no less than your older brother in some of our most exciting yet dramatic times together. I can only hope my affections or my parenting will not drive you up the wall too soon before our wedding day.

My love for you feels endless, enough so, that I have feared many a night drowning in the intoxicating sense of you, spending nights in my bunk with my heart wanting to tear itself from my chest with its screaming. You may find I have become rather more open with my affection after all these years, but now knowing it is reciprocated and with none to judge it is impossible for me to have any sense of control over it any longer. I may have been broken but I can promise you that we can repair the cracks over time.

You have become everything and more of what I wished for you, from a scrappy second Lieutenant you have grown into a most intense and outstanding human being and I am honoured to say I had been the hand you agreed to hold both back then and as of now.

You have flown to heights that no one could have ever predicted and it’s beautiful to see how invested you have become in the life you have built for yourself, I can only hope I can become an addition to that life that does not feel threatening.

It is no use denying how much light you have brought into my life when even Bruce has come around from his childish dependency on me and begun to step forward himself now as a genuine businessman and he himself can not wait to be witness to our union and perhaps finally seek out a life beyond the city he cemented himself into at the death of his parents.

I do hope the prospect of becoming a stepfather to him will not discourage you from making your own place in our lives in turn. I fear it would be impossible for me to set him free completely even if I have recently requested to be retired from my position as Head Butler of the Wayne Estates.

I have amassed a wealth beyond imagination over the past twenty years of being under service to the house and with Bruce paying for mostly anything of the requirement for the grounds or himself I have had very little to spend it on but a few small niches and feel it is about time I seek to find ways to spend it not only on yourself but out in a world that I will be blessed to see at your side.

As the day of our wedding grows closer, I hope you understand just how much your love means to me that you accept me even now after everything we have faced, knowing that we can become even stronger and face even more together once again, scars and nightmares aside, we can build something beautiful to enjoy until the end of our lives.

I promise with every fibre of my being to be the soul mate you require to get through anything we may come to face, I promise to love you every second of the day and through every second of the night, I promise that I will fight to stand up for our marriage even when my legs have finally failed me or my heart grows unstable enough to be unable to follow you into danger.

It is with everything I am and all the years we have behind us that I promise you that I will be the only man in the world you will ever need.

with all my love, adoration and admiration and soon to be yours forever

Alfred J Mallory-Pennyworth.

#ship; alf x gareth #dontcxckitup #mr007pennyworth #an open letter to my other half Gareth #bvs verse (irons)#queued and dangerous #domestic shit we live for #v; give me one more chance to ruin my life again #[IM SOBBING]

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please-someone-give-me-love · 2 years

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What if the main character of the cw show oc is the real villian? Re- writting

You know, the other day I saw on tiktok someone saying that the show would be interesting if it's the oc main character is the real killer and he was just only pretending the whole season that he was innocent.

This villian would manipulate everything. He would be a completely psychotic, born between the dirty streets of Gotham and victim of the clasism and discrimination of the rich people. Something like the riddler, but not exactly like him.

He spent his whole life being obssesive with Bruce Wayne; his clothes, his style, the people who is around of him.

Because he could see the dark between his eyes, the weakness. So he started stalking him from a far away distance, following him since he was a child; so that's why he realize that he was Batman, something like Tim in his childhood but like evil and more like a yandere type of obsession.

He knew the people that Bruce trained to be Batman and he started training with them after Bruce started to be Batman.

Spent years and years improving his martial skills. He is not as good as Bruce but he is a fair opponent.

He started to become a copycat.

He imitate all of Bruce's aspects of his life. Born from the desire of being like Bruce, having a family like Bruce, the status and respect that Bruce had.

So he elaborate a really meticulous plan about how he will take over Bruce's life. He will replace him.

First, he is going to gain his confident and that's how the real batfamily is going to participate.

It wasn't easy to do it, the bats are so paranoic, especially Bruce, but he started to saying things that they could realate. A lot of these things are lies ofc.

He talked about him losing his parents in front of him when he was a child, the conflict between helping his other brothers or letting them in the streets, the way that rich people treat him bad except one incredible couple (he described Martha and Thomas's main characteristics but never mention their names) just to make Bruce realize that, etc.

He started to getting Bruce attention and finally gain him.

He also started to manipulating the rest of the batfamily but in just in a minor way and somehow he make Alfred go away, not in a bad way, but Alfed still went to quitting the job and have a pacific retired in some islands out of Gotham.

And finally, after years of gaining Bruce's trust, he killed him in a moment of weakness and making it look like someone else did.

After Bruce's died, the family is destroyed, so he take advatntage over that. Because really, no matter how much he gain Bruce's trust, the kids were in another level of difficulty.

For Tim, he left false hints that make him get out of the country for a while. Tim would return knowing the truth but it will be too late.

For Dick, he made that some henchmens provoque big disasters in Bludhaven and keep it focus there.

Jason and Damian are harder.

For Damian, he manipulates him, trying to gain his trust as the same with Bruce. It wasn't easy, but he started to do it.

Something similar to the bondig between Dick and Damian, but like unhealthy, because he took advantage of Damian's grief for making him dependent and trying to put him on his side.

He also form the Gotham Knights as a way to replicate the Justice League and gave Damian a sense of union and family.

Also tried to separate him from his other brothers, also, it looks easy at the beginning, but it was even harder that gaining his trust and he never actually get that separation.

Still, his plan was going great, but after an incident, Damian started to suspect about him and he decide to kidnapped him.

Not kill him, just kidnapped him. Because maybe between the all copycats stuff, he also started to developing the same sense of feeling of being a father in an unhealthy and sick way.

Whatever, he makes some excuses of Damian's disappering and keep him on a tiny space that no one could see him.

Then is Jason.

With Jason is probably harder because he saw himself on him. He proyect himself.

So instead of getting him away, he decide to turn him into his side.

Like,obviously this is going to fail and is going to end up bad to him, because c'mon, he is a crazy psychotic bitch but the batfamily is not that weak.

#like i just write this while i was thinking #i just think that the plot had so much potential really #i also loved manipulative villians #they are more interesting #and giving him connections like with damian or jason #it's more intersting to the villian's psychology.#obviously there's more details but it was even too much to write for me haha #it was an idea. just an idea.#dont hate me please #is this count as re writting?#damian wayne

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miskinmusic22-23 · 1 year

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For Your Information...

I will be looking through your Project Proposals with you the first day back

Do not expect to be involved with any practical work if you are not completely up to date with your WIX blogging so far

There will be a hefty action plan that will need to be written that Monday also after we organise rehearsals

With that in mind, I have listed the proposed songs so far below, starting with the ones from the pitch groups

Proposed songs so far…

Its a Sin

Are You looking at Me One

So What

I Love Rock and Roll

Androgyny Original?

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Are you looking at me The WhO

Doll Parts

Good Vibrations

The Pretender

Stay With Me

Xanny

Enter Sandman

Its Do or Die (original)

Lanthums Sad Face Baby George Jude Jake Hannah Martha

My Generation George Jude Jake Sam l2

Freebird Ben Tom Charlie, Danny Jude Sam L2 George

TV Harry Leo (could add more instruments)

Jealous Macy Harry (could add, bass, organ, strings, bvs

Mayonnaise Jake, Ben, Liv, Charlie. (Add acoustic)

Breed Ben Jake Charlie, Liv (bvs?)

Holiday Jess, Erin, Alessia, Sam, Leo, Emily, Jayden

Teenage Fantasy Jotja Smith, Piano (Ruben) add bass/drum pad

My Hero, Jude, Konah, Ben, Liv, Jake Tom

I Hate everything About you. Alf Joe Danny Sam Lex Brook

26 and 24 Joe Martha (add full band)

Better Strangers Tom, Jake

If we played full versions of all of these songs in the show, then there would already only be room for around 3 more to be added! (there was 25 songs at your last show)

So, important question

Are there any we want to take off of this list straight away?

Bare in mind that we need songs to hit the different emotions strongly and in different ways

If songs are similar in this respect then the strongest at encapsulating the emotion will be the ones that make it into the show. (Choosing songs because you like them with tenuous links to the theme is not the way to get material in)

If not then for the time being we need to work only on the songs above and on songs suggested by those that are in the least number on this list, (making sure we choose material that will fit into the category’s that have the fewest songs)

Remember that all songs are auditioning for a place and can be recast :

To make sure they are performed at their best

To spread the number of songs each of you are in, more evenly

or because people are not attending/keeping up with the WIX blogging

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The main OCs of my Heathers AU!

From the bottom left to right onwards:

Kara Sweeney: Ram’s kid sister. A bit bratty but a good kid. Knows her brother is gay and keeps his secret, so long as Ram pays her in Crunch bars. On good terms with Veronica, Martha, Braverman and Sputnik, but likes to tease Kurt.

Charlie Chandler: Red Heather’s baby sister. Shares Red’s smug attitude and superiority complex, though she mostly is just copying her sister as a phase. Likes stealing Red’s scrunchies and is typically wearing them on her wrists, hair and ankles. When at the funeral, Veronica overheard Charlie say to Heather’s corpse it was HER time now, which made Veronica concerned, doubly so when Charlie looked at Veronica and gave her a thumbs up. Adores Veronica and views her as her big sister. Likes to mess with JD and has kicked him in the shin more than once.

Sacha “Specs” Silverman: Part of Veronica’s geeky friend group. His nickname comes from the 3D glasses he’s constantly worn since kindergarten. A huge Star Wars and anime fan, extremely loyal to his friends, and a whiz at computers and electronics. He was the leader of the AV club and delegated Braverman and Jamie tasks suited to their skills. He and MacNamara shared a mutual romantic interest but never dated. Specs became the first tragic murder at Sherwood, being tricked into coming on the roof of the school thinking he was meeting MacNamara, but instead was pushed off the roof by a petty Chandler.

Dan Braverman: The main protagonist among the OC cast. Originally born and raised in Hawkins, Indiana, he came to Sherwood when his stepfather got a better job in Ohio. A cheerful, easy going type who doesn’t let high school cliques and stigmas bother him and happily goes to the beat of his own drum. He (along with Tracey, Cheryl, Specs and JD) is naturally viewed as a threat to the Heathers because he can easily make friends with those from other cliques (Tracey from the stoner faction was the first “non geek” friend he made when he moved into town), and the cliques being divided gives the Heathers their authority. Has an interest in comic art and is usually found reading ALF, Transformers or Disney Ducks comics or drawing comics. Braverman is JD’s best friend, and if we’re being honest, his only friend at the start. The two became close friends during Sophomore year at Hawkins High, and after dealing with a problem involving the Upside Down, Dan unexpectedly moved away leaving JD feeling betrayed. Two years later out of sheer luck, the two boys reunited at Sherwood, Ohio, with new challenges putting their friendship to the test.

Bud Dean Sr.: Jason’s grandfather. His only remaining immediate family after Jocelyn and later Bud died. He came to Sherwood to repossess his late son’s assets taken by police when it was learned Bud Jr’s company was committing fraud. Among the assets Sr. wanted to collect was Jason, and like Bud Jr., only really viewed the boy as property and a tax benefit. Bud Sr. also plans to restart the family company, and groom JD to take over, something JD doesn’t want anything to do with, having finally escaped that nightmare. He comes to the Braverman house unexpectedly one day to pick up his “free loading” grandson, and earns the immediate ire of Cassandra Braverman, Dan’s mother

Elliot “Sputnik” Silverman: Spec’s twin brother. Gained his nickname for his admiration of space exploration. While Specs was older and immature at times, Sputnik was the youngest and the more mature one of the two; however, Sputnik lacked confidence, making him an easy target of bullies. His primary tormentors in high school were Kurt’s group, which all the more stung because Sputnik and Kurt used to be great friends when they were younger. Usually relying on Specs, Veronica, Tracey, Dan or JD to protect him, Sputnik’s world was destroyed when his beloved twin died. Sunk into a near endless depression, and wanting to die, he practically tried to make Kurt punch him so hard he’d succumb to it. Kurt, who had since been changing his ways because of Dan, JD and Specs, instead comically cried uncontrollably which then caused a confused Sputnik to start crying. The two reconcile over grief of their past and losing a loved sibling, and mend their friendship then and there.

Jocelyn Heron-Dean: JD’s late mother. A shy, meek person who is kind and caring to her loved ones but struggles with social situations. She had trouble making friends, but in middle school she met Cassandra, Dan and Liam’s future mother, and the two became fast friends. Jocelyn seemed attracted to those with wild/aggressive personalities, a boon when it came to Casey, but a curse when she became smitten with the rich and good looking Bud Dean, who was in the same class as the girls. Come senior year of high school, Jocelyn was talked into eloping with Bud, leaving town to take over his dad’s construction business. Reluctantly, Jocelyn does so, and never saw Casey again. Nine months later and against Bud’s desire for an abortion, she had Jason. Their relationship soured over time, with the stress of constant moving, Bud’s true, cruel nature becoming more apparent, with Jason being the only bright spot in her life at that point, but even that couldn’t last as her mental health deteriorated. Once again, forced between two rough paths, Jocelyn accepts suicide as her only means of escape, reluctantly leaving Jason with Bud. Prior to this, when Jason was still a baby, she considered divorce and getting in touch with Cassandra somehow so she and Jason could stay with her. She would learn through an old acquaintance that Casey was having her own struggles as a recently single mom with a baby boy of her own, and didn’t want to pile on with her own problems, feeling ashamed she left Casey behind in the first place.

Cassandra “Casey” Braverman: Spunky, loud, and a bit chaotic, but stern and commanding when it matters. A big kid at heart, which makes her one of the very few adults in Sherwood to be sympathetic to Veronica and the others’ problems when they’re brought to her attention. In her teen years, she had a wild streak and was part of rough n’ tumble local biker gang, always looking for a thrill. Her first husband was a man called Clay, who resembled a more fit version of Dan with a handlebar mustache. Dan was not a planned baby (and really neither was Liam later), as Dan was the result of a drunk fling out of wedlock. Casey rolled with it, and figured a kid would be an interesting adventure. She and Jocelyn would become good friends in middle school, Casey made the first move to Jocelyn’s surprise, and were inseparable. She would often drag the shy Jocelyn into crazy adventures, the two having a blast together once Jocelyn loosened up during one. The one thing they disagreed on was Bud Dean: Casey hated him and Jocelyn loved him. They had a fight about it senior year that saw Jocelyn choose Bud, and saw Casey hurt, but for her friend’s sake accept her decision. After Jocelyn ran away, Casey suffered her second major loss in Clay, who died in a horrific motorcycle accident just after Dan was born. After parting ways with her biker friends in Hawkins, Indiana, she worked odd jobs there until she met and fell in love with Roland Braverman, a mostly mild mannered young man who fell for her spunky nature. 16 years later, she gave birth to her second child Liam, and a year after, she met Jocelyn’s son Jason who she happily took in when he needed a place to stay.

Liam Braverman: Dan’s baby half brother. The two share a room and Dan tends to watch over him the most. Martha, Veronica, JD and Kurt have assisted in one form or another in taking care of him, but while Liam loves his big brother the most, he took an interest in JD to the point his first words wound up being “Jay-Jay.”

Cheryl Rodgers: One of the popular kids, though she doesn’t view herself as such, and like Braverman, chats with whoever she pleases with which annoys the Heathers. She’s sweet but tragically dim, not realizing when those like Thrash or Green Heather take advantage of her for their own means. Cheryl hates Heather Chandler, and often Red has to make Green or Gold talk to Cheryl to get her to do something Red wants. She’s part of the cheerleaders and very athletic and very limber which makes her popular with boys. She has something of a male harem kink and has a romantic interest in most of her male classmates, but deep down just wants a sweet, smart guy who respects and cherishes her. Despite this, she has an unhealthy obsession with Thrash and Throttle, the biggest and hunkiest guys on the football team… as well as the most aggressive and cruel. She’s on friendly terms with Veronica and Braverman’s group, and joins them on adventures occasionally.

Roland Braverman: Dan’s stepfather. Mild mannered and kind, but is quick to anger when he gets really stressed out, and has a habit of shouting about what’s bothering him. Is the complete opposite of his wife, and the two will butt heads over matters, but they deeply love each other and find a compromise to a given problem. They’re pry the most stable couple in Sherwood, and are fairly open minded about things the other parents like Ram’s tend not to be. He loves his stepson and son to bits, and works hard to make a good future for them, but his work unfortunately consumes a lot of his time so he’s not around as much since they moved to Sherwood.

Toby Throttle: A cold, quiet, highly perceptive and intelligent type. A member of the football team. Comes from one of the rich families of Sherwood like the Heathers and Ram. While he has everything, he’s cruel and blunt and always seems unhappy, indulging in bullying out of a sick desire to feel something. Throttle appears to hate everyone, even his own parents and little brother, with the only one he seems to care about is his best friend and other half Thrash, and even then that’s peculiar because Throttle particularly hates low income people. He’s the counterpart to the loud, boisterous, simpleminded Kurt, and the one who took him in under his wing come high school.

Terrance Thrash: Arrogant, moody, dim, and violently aggressive. Part of the football team. The stock 70’s-80’s teen movie bully. He’s the middle child of a large low income family and tends to be ignored, freeing him to do as he pleases. Like Throttle, he loves to bully his classmates, and throw his weight around. He truly has peaked in high school, with what could be charitably called his best years behind him already. He’s Heather Chandler’s on again off again boyfriend, and while they mostly use each other for sex, there DOES seem to be genuine love between them ala Pete and Peg from Goof Troop. Between the two boys, Thrash does all of the talking, and is often pointed in the right direction by Red/Green Heather or Throttle to stir up trouble. He’s the counterpart to the marginally more intelligent (by comparison) and thoughtful Ram, taking under his wing come high school. He has a disdain for gays, fat chicks and nerds, though he’s thankfully stupid enough to not realize Kurt and Ram are (secretly) gay.

Kelly Kelly: Kurt Kelly’s older sister. A kind, chatty girl who was very popular and loved, who Kurt admired when he was little. Kelly was the one who helped nurture Kurt’s nerdy and sporty interests, along being the only one at the time who was aware Kurt was more into boys and tried helping him understand those feelings. Tragically, she died in a plane crash along with their mother, with it being suggested Kurt’s fall to bullying and his comical behavior was partly him still grieving over his sister. It took JD beating Kurt up to protect Braverman, Spec’s death and Sputnik’s own despair for Kurt to properly move on and return to his true self.

#blueike productions #blueike #heathers the musical #heathers au #heathers #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #heathers ocs #dan braverman #heathers oc

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