#muse: tess d.

[protectthevulnerable]

@frstwomn

          It had been... several months? Maybe. Since the apocalypse had started. Her trip to america had started with disney world. Something fun. But that had very quickly ended with her dad being eaten alive in the middle of an overcrowded theme park. And now she was just trying to survive, wandering across a country that she wasn’t all that familiar with. She’d heard rumors. Rumours that gave her hope. Rumours that she strove to prove correct.

          The president of the United States was trying to rebuild America. To Tess, it sounded true and almost inevitable. She was the president. She could do anything, right? Even if it took time. Tess just had to find her and maybe things could be easier.

          Hope. Over many points over her adventure, it hadn’t felt all that hopeful and other times, the old world felt like it was just around the corner. Weeks on the road were grueling and days where she finally found a town were relieving. But people were selfish and scary. It always ended badly. But that hope always came back. The president wasn’t scary, right?

          Somehow after months of hard detective work and walking, she was close. Each time she heard about the president, she grew closer. The next state over, the same state, just a few towns over. Finally... finally just a few miles away. The young girl ran those last few miles, despite how weak she was from malnutrition and dehydration and how often she stumbled.

          When she finally caught the first sight of what she thought could be them, she was grabbed. In her excitement, she hadn’t really been paying as much attention as she should have been and surprisingly strong, rotting hands grabbed at her and shoved her down, pulling a scream out of her.

[amberlide]

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (not going to do that XD).

Apparently I was tagged by two people for this, so I have to do it XD Thank you so much! @animasola86 and @thefeatherwrites I loved your snippets!! :D I decided to make a separate post, because I'm gifting this to a friend @tessari-the-dreamer and I want her to find my sneak peaks instead of scrolling down... ;) So, since I stopped posting I thought it would be nice to share some lines for all my WIPs, so people know I'm not dead, but I'm just writing like crazy XD as always, Penelope x Garreth ;) I'm tagging @oceangirl24 and @mikaharuka, Tess, if you feel like it! No pressure!

Everything is SFW!! (Yeah, what a surprise, right? :O) Nothing is edited so it sucks...

Main fiction: THATP Chapter tbd - Jealous Geminids Amit chuckled, tousling Penelope’s hair. “Well, maybe I have some Korean ancestor, who knows?” Garreth blinked in surprise. “Korean?” “Yes, Penton is half Korean,” Amit promptly replied. “Actually, a quarter.” Penelope corrected. “You also have a second Korean name, right?” Amit continued, trying to remember it. Penelope nodded. “Jandi or Jan-di.” “Oh, that’s interesting! What does it mean?” Natty clapped her hands, her eyes shining with interest. “Grasses,” Penelope shrugged. “My father thought I would be easier to raise than his plants, but apparently that wasn’t the case.” A quarter Korean? A Korean name? Garreth couldn’t stop blinking in disbelief. How many things didn’t he know about his friend?

Hexed - Chapter 7 - The forbidden fruit (part II) Despite having meticulously prepared for that night, Penelope had to admit she couldn't shake the feeling that she was orchestrating more of a trap than a romantic encounter. Similar to the intricate strategy of certain orchids, mimicking the appearance of insects to draw them closer and utilize them as pollinators, she was deceiving, creating an illusion. Like those flowers, she had crafted her own mirage—a silent invitation to entice him into her desires, aiming for him to succumb to her allure and satisfy her longing for intimacy.

Out for bids - Chapter 1 - The Auction Ignoring her words, Garreth leaned forward and took the other quill from the inkwell, swiftly shifting the sack of gold from the contract he made to sign it.  Penelope grabbed his wrist, before he could do it. “Please. Sir,” her tone was low, pleading almost, as she emphasized the last word, but as she met his steady gaze, she realized the unforgivable mistake she had made. She saw his jaw clenching, a muscle twitching under his freckled, pale skin, his eyes shimmering in what she could only imagine was devilish pleasure.  There was no way he would renounce to her. 

A cabin in the woods - Chapter 3 - Healing attempts (wolf!Garreth fiction)

He tilted his head, what was she doing? He felt her hands on his back, gently caressing his fur, leaving him shivering in pleasure with each gentle stroke of her small fingers. She was moving towards his tail, when she reached it, she suddenly couched, “Let’s check if you are a lady or a gentlemen,” she mused, “I can’t really say from your size…”  Realizing what she wanted to do, he stiffened and immediately sat down, warmth spreading all over his body at the thought as his rear touched the ground. “Oh come on!” she huffed, and started to gently pat his thigh, trying to let him rise. He didn’t move, stubbornly remaining seated. There was no way she was going to check his privates! “Wolfie, please! This will take only a minute, you have too much fur to…” she didn’t finish the sentence as she sat on the ground, still trying to get him up.

[silverjetsystm]

⭐ [D-do you think we could have our muses interact? *big eyes emoji*]

"Multimuse Meme" | Accepting

Because the System defies cut and dry definitions.

Yeah, I think we would hit it off. I'm a big fan of Tess! :D

[sanguine-salvation]

💔: Hates their guts. D<

[ Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them. - ACCEPTING ]

"Oh Tess dear! You wound me! But I like it that way."

[dantes-art]

I'm sorry...I thought I posted this one on Tuesday but I didn't...Well, well...That kind of stuff happens to us all - I give you: 、04 ✰  D A N T E S'     V O G U E ⠀ ⠀ ⠀« red »

I have taken inspiration from the magazine vogue to create this very short and easy six pages document for one muse. Red is the fourth template in the Dante's Vogue series - pink and purple will come out later this week in that order. There's yellow, blue and green as well!

Feel free to edit and change however you want but I beg you to not remove my credit. This template is also for free! I have used Tess Holliday as a model in this template. 

> TUTORIAL, how to use

✶ COMPUTER, LAPTOP

Start by clicking on the link, once your in the document, go to "file" and lastly click on "make a copy".

✶PHONE, TABLET/IPAD

Start by clicking on the … up to the right corner, go to "share and export" and lastly click on "make a copy". Before using it I recommend setting the document on "print layout" by clicking on the … up to the right corner.

> TUTORIAL, how to edit

✶ You can't edit so much, if you are on your phone or tablet/ipad device since most of the things in the document are drawing elements.

✶ To edit a drawing element, click on it and it will pop up a box full of options underneath, you will see a box that says "edit" with a pen next to it. By clicking on it, will bring you to a "window" that will allow you to change however you like, text, color, text, tablets etc.

✶ In this text, images are used. To edit them, click on it and then click on "replace image" at the top.

If you have any questions, feedback, a positive comment or trouble with the document, don't hesitate to leave a comment! My DMs are also open for that matter. ❤️

I see you then!

- Dante

CLICK HERE TO ACCESS THE DOC

[jessicawhitlys]

tagged by @fvmos!!

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!

gonna do what cat did, and shuffle my overall liked songs, and then my most recent playlist (aka a joel/tess playlist)

overall songs:

1. savin’ me by nickelback 2. small talk by katy perry 3. home by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes 4. losing grip by avril lavigne 5. john hughes movie by maisie peters 6. knockin’ boots by luke bryan 7. GODZILLA by the veronicas 8. vertigo by U2 9. dance with me by orleans 10. uprising by muse

joel/tess playlist:

1. scott street by phoebe bridgers 2. i love you by billie eilish 3. silver springs by fleetwood mac 4. we go down together by dove cameron and khalid 5. slow grenade by ellie goulding and lauv 6. finding you by kesha 7. big god by florence and the machine 8. the great war by taylor swift 9. cruel summer by taylor swift 10. blush by wolf alice

tagging @d-winchesters, @lostboybae, @karenandthababes, @sam-loves-seb, @wistfulwatcher and anyone else that wants to!!

[desertfragments]

@justashadetalkative asked: What’s one of Kai’s favorite things that he’s made? (Could be fun for other muses too, if ideas come to mind!)

Kai has actually had a few different albums that he’s made. He definitely has a favorite, but I couldn’t tell you which one :’D I think he has a soft spot for one of his first albums though, and there’s a few songs that he still really enjoys despite being rather bad quality. He does like one that he wrote when he first started dating Tess; he gave a CD to her that they sometimes listen to in the car.

Red actually has a few masks that he’s made that he’s actually really proud of. It’s a bit creepy, and it used to hang up on his wall. He also is very fond of his body horror mixed media sculptures. Those are partially sculptures, partially paintings. The exhibit he made with them were displayed in an art gallery and were bought by a few people.

[protagcnists]

open starter

open to: anyone (m, f, nb, 18+)

muse: tess olson, late 30s, she/her, intelligence officer (fmr british intelligence, now freelance, mainly assigned to undercover jobs. known for going rogue. known for lying about her identity.)

setting: train car, destination flexible

plot: tess has been ordered to track a passenger on the train — and possibly make contact — for an ongoing case. your muse can be a) that passenger; b) an unanticipated distraction from the case; c) someone from her past she made a connection with while undercover on a previous case who she is now face to face with for the first time since; d) honestly any other idea you have - assume whatever

the crowded station bustles with activity. a steady rhythm of hurried footsteps and departing trains syncing with the pulse of her heart, beating loudly in her chest. tess slinks along the edge of the platform, csually weaving through sets of preoccupied travelers, their luggage in tow. she checks her watch. late departure. inside her mouth, her teeth draw in the skin from her bottom lip. run-of-the mill delays aren't unusual. they're expected, typically. but tess can't quiet that pestering voice in her head. something's suspect.

she always avoids boarding until the last second, if she can help it. with an unconfirmed target, the last thing she wants is to confine herself to a single spot. to limit her options.

out of the corner of her eye, tess catches a figure in the distance descending the escalator. tall, built, adorned in sleek black. familiar. fuck.

without hesitancy, or raising an alarm, tess begins to walk herself back. behind her, she hears the sudden whistle of the train, accompanied by a booming voice. LAST CALL. she sees the men — multiple now — point in her direction, and that's all she needs to spin on her heels, quickening her pace toward the front of the train. the quick, successive glimpses over her shoulder are enough for her to lose any doubt that she is their intended target. she'll cut it close. has to. just as the attendant is about to close the last remaining door, tess thrusts herself through it, flashing her ticket and a smile.

she ensures the door is closed before moving through the train car. craning her head, she peers out the passenger windows from the aisle, breathing a sigh of relief only when she feels the jolt of the train and the shrinking figures in black left behind on the platform. tess exhales, spilling herself into whichever vacant seat is behind her. she's still looking over her shoulder, reconfirming her safety, when she realizes the table in front of her. tess faces forward, only to catch the eyes of another passenger directly across from her.

uh. "hi," she manages, swallowing the awkwardness. she softens. the moment seems to call for it. "i don't suppose this seat is taken..."

[2000sfm]

personally am D Y I N G to see the muses portraying for seth cohen, damon salvatore!!!, tess coleman's fiance ryan, jimmy cooper, dan humphrey, EDWARD CULLEN, and chip dove !!!!

oh ... my god. these are some solid options & please please, give the people what they want ! also, getting the complete main cast of tvd & twilight would be iconic if i say so myself.

[radioways]

❝ gotta stay calm. gotta stay calm. okay. no yelling. ❞ (FOR WHOEVER YOU WANT)

                     HIS TIME ABOARD THE HEPHESTUS HAS BEEN . . . an experience to say the least, between the toothpaste escapade and the quarter sized wound hera had to talk him into getting stitched up, well . . . it hasn’t been the best week. this . . . this seems about right, honestly. the sound eiffel makes when he sees the strange girl is a mix between a squeak and a scream, a bit too high pitched to be respectable and if he had dignity he may have felt bad about it. instead, the communication officer does exactly what she had said not to, and starts yelling.   “ how the hell did you get in here !? why are you in my room ?! ”

*    ⟢  @astrapure​︱ prompted !

[blackacre13]

omg debbie and lou in a simple favour au (but they end up together)

Debbie Ocean had never dreamed of having a child. She’d never even asked for a doll. She was far more fascinated with toy cars and puzzles and logic games. Happily waiting in the doctor’s office as she swung her legs back and forth under the chair with a notepad of Sudoku or even the crossword puzzle from The Times she’d stolen from her father’s spot at the kitchen table.

She never expected to have a child, and she certainly had never imagined having to raise one on her own without much of a warning. But fate had a funny way of working sometimes. Not that she’d call the accident fate at all. It had been the worst day of her entire life. But life was good at bringing you the things you never thought you wanted in the most inconvenient of ways and making you realize that you couldn’t fathom never having wished for it at all. And that was Danielle Ocean. First, her niece. A few years later, a car accident in between, and a hell of an adoption process after, her daughter. It was what Danny and Tess would have wanted and Debbie Ocean let her life be turned upside down completely to make it happen.

And while she’d gotten more than used to the idea of Dani being hers, sharing their favorite things about Danny, and having breakfast for dinner, and helping her brush her hair, she still didn’t think of herself as the perfect mother. Or even a mother at all. But the other moms at school had other thoughts. Debbie just knew that life had dealt Danielle a rough hand and she wanted anything in her control to be completely perfect as possible. And most of the time, that meant saying yes whenever she could.

And this time, Debbie’s yes to a simple playdate with a girl in Danielle’s class would bring her further into the world of the elusive and mysterious Lou Miller and flip her world on its head once more.

“Pleaseeeee, Aunt Deb,” Dani pled, bouncing up and down in her carseat as Debbie chuckled at her reflection in the rearview mirror.

“You’ve already got my yes, love,” Debbie laughed. “But you know the playdate rule, both moms have to say yes, alright?”

“If Stevie’s mom is at drop-off can we ask her?”

“Her name is Stevie?”

“Yeah! Like Stevie Nicks from Big Mac!”

“I mean that’s half right,” Debbie mumbled before she nodded, granting Danielle’s request. “Of course we can ask her. You know, I’ve never heard you talk about Stevie before.”

“She’s new!” Dani smiled, showing Debbie her toothy grin as she zipped her backpack up, noticing Debbie was pulling into the school parking lot. “She used to live with kangaroos!”

“She’s from Australia?” Debbie mused. “Wonder what they’re doing in New York now.”

“You already know, Aunt Deb,” Dani sighed, smacking her face against her cheek as if to prove that Debbie was the most ridiculous person in the world. “You wear lots of clothes.”

“I wear lots of clothes?” Debbie laughed. “Thank you, D. That’s very helpful.”

“You’re welcome!” Dani sang as she giggled, cheering as they parked in a spot. Debbie shook her head with a grin as she got out, carefully buckling the little girl and taking one of her hands and her backpack as she closed and locked the car, walking them across the street. “There she is! That’s Stevie!”

Debbie followed Danielle’s excited pointing finger to a sleek black car where a blonde woman in a dark green, velvet suit was leaning against the side as a miniature blonde spoke excitedly at her, shaking a ziplock bag up and down as the woman chuckled, before checking her watch and calling something to someone inside the car.

Seriously? Debbie thought. Who used a driver to drop their kid off at elementary school?

“I have to be going now, sweetie. But we’ll find her mum after school, alright? I promise.”

“That’s Dani!” The little girl suddenly squealed, pointing to Debbie and Danielle as Dani tugged excitedly at Debbie’s shirt before sprinting towards the black car, the tall woman turning to them with a smirk, aviators sliding onto the bridge of her nose to cover deep blue eyes from the sun as she swiveled, waving with a single posed finger.

“I take it this is Danielle,” the woman chuckled, as Dani darted towards Stevie and the two danced around showing each other their beaded bracelets.

“And the famous Stevie,” Debbie smiled. “Debbie Ocean.”

“Lou Miller.”

“Lou Miller?” Debbie repeated. “Like the Louise Miller who designed my shoes?”

The blonde made a zipper motion across her lips as she smiled.

“What are those? An 8? Want them in another color?” She smirked. “My treat.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Debbie laughed. “But if that’s not a joke, yes, I’m an 8. Actually, I was dragged over here to see if you’d be alright with the girls having a playdate. Maybe this afternoon?”

“Dragged over?” Lou tsked, amused. “I consider myself to be very exciting company, Debbie Ocean.”

“I’m sorry,” Debbie sighed. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t apologize,” the blonde rolled her eyes. “I hate when women apologize. You don’t owe anyone shit.”

“That’s a bad word,” Dani sang.

“You don’t owe anyone…salt?” Lou tried, lower her glasses as she turned to Danielle. “That better, kid?”

“Much better!” Danielle giggled, turning to Stevie.

“I’m not around this afternoon,” Lou frowned, turning back to Debbie. “But I can make some time tomorrow evening. Maybe you two would like to come over for dinner? I make some mean drinks.”

“Oh, I don’t let Dani—“

“For us,” Lou snorted. “Stevie lives off of juice boxes and sprite. Who do you think I am, Debbie?” She laughed, looking amused once more at Debbie’s naivety.

“Yeah, yeah,” Debbie backtracked. “Dinner would be great. Would 6 work?”

“It’s a date,” Lou smirked, waving Stevie over as she hugged the child before pushing her off with Dani as Danielle sent Debbie a small wave before the two ran inside. “Here’s my number,” she murmured, slipping a business card into Debbie’s pocket as the brunette swallowed thickly. “Do you like steak?”

“Oh, Dani doesn’t—“

“Do you like steak, Debbie?” Lou smirked again, one long leg starting to climb into the back of the car and hesitating, her multi-ringed fingers tapping against the car door as she waited.

“One of my favorites,” Debbie nodded.

“I think we deserve better than dinosaur chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese, don’t you?” Lou chuckled, making Debbie’s stomach flip deliriously. “I’ll see you and Dani tomorrow,” she added, climbing into the car and closing the door before Debbie could answer, the dark car speeding away as Debbie stared after it with her mouth hanging open, unsure of what the hell had just happened.

[short-sim-wayz]

15, 17 and 19 ^_^

15. who is your current favorite sim that is not by you?

@muses-circle - back when she had a sim named Hugh McDermott in Sims 3

@keoni-chan - Gabriel Parr in Sims 2

@pixeldolly - Tess Orwell for Sims 2.

@frauhupfner - Her recreation of Erwin Pries for Sims 2.

@midgethetree - Faith Goff for Sims 2.

@lilith-sims - Sigmund Kinney

Umm .. oops.. I chose more than one.

17. do you talk about sims with people in real life?

-My brothers are the only people I talked to about Sims.

19. how many posts do you have on your blog currently?

-Eh... Probably over a thousand. I've this account since 2020.

Thank you for sending me this! :D

[wizkiddx]

the worst case scenario

okay so this is possibly part 1 of a v v angsty dad!tom fic!!

WARNING: the section under the cut of this is v v v dark with mentions of death and some graphic descriptions of blood etc - please please don't read if any of these things may affect you <3

the part above the cut (the keep reading bit) is completely fluffy (a bit of childbirth but not graphic) so you could read only that first bit as a stand alone if anybody wanted to

dad!tomholland x reader

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“Stop laughing at me!!!”  Y/n exclaimed in mock anger before bursting out laughing, knowing she did look pretty ridiculous. 

“I can’t help it you just…. You look like an elephant!” Tom cackled from his reclined position lying on the couch, whilst his 8 month pregnant fiancé struggled to get up from her seated position on the floor - where she had spent the last half an hour wrapping presents for her nephews birthday.

“You know a supportive soon to be father would’ve helped me up!” Replying with a scowl that didn’t last long, Y/n finally standing up took the three steps to the couch before uncerimoniously collapsing into it. 

Grinning with this absolute sparkle in his eye, Tom leant forward and slid up to Y/n to pull her into his side. His hand came to rest upon her massive bump - at this point it was almost a rule that if he were touching Y/n he also had to be touching the bump. Tom claimed it to be skin to skin contact and although Y/n were pretty sure that didn’t come into effect until after the baby was born, she wasn’t complaining either. 

“It’s a shame your stuck with me then huh?” He murmured into the top of Y/n’s head, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head while tracing meaningless patterns on her shirt over the bump. Tom was beyond excited to become a Dad, family had always meant everything to him growing up (and now). There was nothing he wanted more , therefore, to call them a family of three - or more accurately four, not forgetting Tess of course. 

“Oh how I regret ever taking up that extra shift at the club” She mused sarcastically, enjoying how he feigned offence in return.

 The way the two had met was so incredibly cliche that it was almost painful, whenever anyone asked how they met she always winced internally. But it was their truth, Y/n had been a caddy at the golf course Tom frequented with his brothers. The nature of his ‘reputation’ meant the caddies always had to sign NDA’s to be paired with Tom’s group and the chosen few were those personally recommended by the golf course. She’d always stuck out to him, mainly because she seemed to be biting her tongue as they worked their way round the course. Caddies, also by job description, were not to speak unless spoken to; to be polite and courteous but not chatty. So, given how professioial she was, had taken some convincing for Tom to drag it out why she looked in physical pain whenever they played the 13th hole.

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“Look somethings on your mind I can tell! If you hate me I can arrange another caddy I just -“ He followed her march to back from the hole toward the little buggy, ahead of his brothers and Dad who were making small talk from behind.

“FINE! Okay fine.” Reaching the end of her tether, Y/n snapped, whipping her body round to face him. “It’s your grip! On this hole especially you always play the driver with you pinky too far down the shaft, it’s why you always end up in the bunker on the 13th! It’s bloody infuriating because them I’m the one that has to clean the buggy you’ve trampled sand into!”

“Oh…. I-I … I wasn’t expecting that” Tom had spoken quietly, in an unfamiliar tone to Y/n. Over hours she’d spent on the course with them over the months, Y/n had gotten used to his storytelling voice when recounting an insane experience to his family that he’d had in the world of Hollywood; his grumpy voice when he played badly, which was often; and then his gloating voice - most definitely the worst and intolerable. This voice though, was different.  

“I-I’m so sorry I have no right, I just-“ She’d out her foot in it …. badly. The young actor was one of the most clubs most prestigious and valued members; and she’d just insulted him. Clearly, she was also about to be in search of another job. 

“No no I appreciate your tip… I didn’t even realise you play?” His gracious smile calmed her nerves a little, though Y/n still wrung her hands together as she replied.

“Well we aren’t supposed to talk about it but the club let us employees loose after hours… I practice quite a bit”

“Seeing as you think my game is so shitty, you fancy a round next time?”

~~

Flash forward 3 and half years and a proposal, they were now taking their next massive leaps in the world together. Bringing a whole new life into it. It was bloody terrifying, they both openly admitted. But it was also exciting, new, incredible and… and made them even closer. Now they had to be in each others lives forever, no escaping. 

“How many days left?” Craning her neck back on his shoulder so Y/n could meet his brown eyes, she knew the answer would be immediate. 

“15 till the due date and the app said they’re the size of a rhubarb but I don’t really know what that means.” He knew more about the pregnancy and birth than she did. He had about a dozen different apps on his phone (including one pointlessly comparing the size of the baby to carrots/ watermelons/ onions), had read 4 different books (which for Tom was the equivalent to reading Newton’s book ‘philisphica Mathematica’.)

Ever since she’d told him about the pregnancy Tom had excelled every expectation Y/n had of him… massively. Without even having a conversation surrounding it, he had explicitly cancelled all major work commitments within 2 months of the due date and until around a year after. He had flown back and fourth across the world so he could pop in and check on you. He’d also set his whole family on becoming your minders when he was away - Y/n wouldn’t have been able to go a day avoiding a Holland (or Osterfield) if she had tried. 

The pregnancy thus far hadn’t been the easiest though, hence why Y/n still appreciated to constant worrying texts and calls. During the first trimester the morning sickness had been literal hell; and then you’d had a little bit of a scare with pre-eclampsia during the second. It landed you a 3 day stay in hospital and a very very panicked Tom rushing back from New York on the first possible flight. 

So now? Y/n wanted the baby out. She wanted family life as parents. (At which point hopefully Tom would stop comparing the size of your child to an assortment of different fruit and veg)

“You know, you really are going to be the best dad in the world Thomas Stanely Holland.”

“And you Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n are already a pretty impressive mum.”

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It was 3 o’clock the next morning when Y/n awoke with a sudden groan instinctively rubbing her stomach in an attempt to get them easing up. Now too familiar with Braxton-Hicks contractions, the weird cramping that waxes and wanes but never letting her get any rest - Y/n knew she was in for a long night. With a muted sigh she carefully lifted Tom’s arm off her side, cautious not to disturb him. The poor boy had been up most nights with her, just because baby wasn’t letting her sleep, it didn’t mean Tom wasn’t deserving of rest either. 

So making furtive movements at a snails pace, she attempted to tip toe out the room - yet as Tom had pointed out before, she looked almost like an elephant, so everything was relative. Surprisingly though, she was successful, escaping onto the soft cream carpet of their hallway before choosing to venture into the room opposite theirs. It had once been a spare room, though more correctly termed the ‘shit room’ because that’s where all the accumulated shit they got was thrown. Now however, Tom and his brothers had taken on the mammoth task of clearing it out and redecorating - creating the most beautiful nursery one could ever see. Complete with a rocking chair which Y/n made a beeline for, now allowing herself to audible groan at the tight sensation deep inside her. 

Normally they would ease after a half an hour or so, yet this time, after what was surely more like an hour and a half they started to…. ramp up. What was a tight pressure sensation quickly became one more forceful volatile and full of pain. She put it off for about 3 or 4 cycles of these, pursing her lips and breathing deeply as she tried to convince herself they’d just simply fizzle away. This couldn’t be the real thing could it? It was too soon - as Tom had said she wasn’t due for another 15 days. It wasn’t happening… was it?

The answer was pretty comprehensively and cohesively given when Y/n tried to stand up, in the hope of walking the ache off, she felt an incredibly tight crunch as her insides seemed to wring themselves together. Oh … and a surge of water soaked her pyjama bottoms. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCKKKK TOMMMM!! TOM-ah shit-  MY WATERS!!! TOOOMMMM”The pain had amped up to a very very impressive levels, forcing Y/n to clutch her sides as she kept bending and straightening back up… as if that would help. Her lonesome agony didn’t last long though, a flustered Tom hurtled in the room - his hair sticking up all over the place and although his eyes were puffy from sleep he still had them glued open impressively wide.

“No its-its too- its too early!” In pure disbelief, Tom shook his head staring across at her face, contorted in pain.

“Yeh because-“ She gulped and exhaled in as much of a controlled manner she could through pursed lips; before answering his stupid statement. “Because I can just HOLD IT IN FOR ANOTHER 2 WEEKS SHALL I?” It took a while for Tom to process, looking down at the puddle of clear fluid on the floor and damp patch on her plaid bottoms while it was Y/n’s turn to look upon his it utter disbelief at his stupidity. 

 “Oh shit shitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!” His words grew with increased volume and place whilst he stayed frozen, his arms reaching out lightly toward Y/n without touching her though. “What do we do?!”

He of course had revised repeatedly and extensively what he was supposed to do when this happened - yet in the moment all knowledge and planning evaporated from his mind. Now wasn’t the time for taking the mick of her terrified fiancé though, Y/n was too blinded by pain as she leaned on the dresser.

“Get the-ah FUCKING hell - phone we need to time them and phone the … the-MIDWIFE.” It was hard to direct a frantic and terrified man when one feels as though her insides are collapsing in on themselves. 

Tom gulped, nodding shakily, whilst trying to take deep breaths because although he was fucking terrified it wasn’t him that was giving birth. He had to step up now. 

It took barely 10 minutes from the midwife picking up to a frantic Tom for her to assess that they needed to get into the hospital asap. During the pregnancy, all of Tom’s rich friends had recommended paying for a private hospital like the ‘Portland hospital’. The idea was it was a much more luxurious and private experience - of course coming with a heavy price tag. For Tom money was not an issue, so he’d suggested to Y/n and met the strongest rejection of all his life. The NHS was by far the only choice in Y/n’s mind - of course it busier, a lot less serene and not as private; but if god forbid something did happen, that was where all the experts and resources were. The idea of being able to pay for better access to healthcare actually repulsed Y/n and everything she stood for… so in short Tom was met with a very blunt refusal. 

Once they arrived on the ward, all it took was one look at Y/n’s inflated belly and the way her body was squirming in the wheelchair Tom was pushing, whilst laden with the baby bags they’d had packed and prepared for weeks, for the pair to be rushed into a side room. After an intense 20 minutes of getting Y/n settled, getting her full medical history and inspection of her vagina the hmidwife’s head popped up from between her legs with a kind smile. She explained in a calming and gentle tone that Y/n was 5 cms dilated and had got to that point fast, yet now things looked to be slowing down a bit. With final words of advice of try to relax she left the pair to it. 

They both looked at each other, a matching expression of confusion and relative terror blatantly clear in both their eyes. It had them both burst out laughing, if Y/n then scowled at the pain that shot through her side.

“This is really happening huh?” Tom murmured as he rounded the bed to gently run his hands through her sticky hair.

“I don’t know unless you really do want me to postpone their arrival for a short while?” Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head, although not really able to surpress the chuckle at his finances humour - even if it was at his expense.

“Glad to see you can still be as sarcastic as ever.” He laughed but before she could reply another wave of contractions hit making her instead just scream - grabbing his hand so tightly Tom was certain a bone or two were crushed in the process. 

It was another hour or two of the same traumatic sight of watching the women he loved more than anything in the world be in such extreme pain. God knows how his appreciate for his mother grew in that moment - she had had four kids overall, two of them twins! Tom dared to think of the scenes in that room of twin brothers birth. Having to deal with both Sam and Harrys large heads…

Harrison had arrived in the meantime, he was to be the child’s godfather and Y/n was more than happy to have him there - even if it was more of a support to Tom than Y/n. Quite expectantly though, he was just as terrified and useless as Tom - so instead of having one idiot to deal with, the midwives now had double trouble of terrified men. 

And yet after another 1 hour or so Y/n was being told to make one final push. Baring down on the gas and air tube, Y/n squeezed her eyes shut together whilst simultaneously contracting every muscle in her body with what little energy she had left. Hearing Tom and Harrisons words of encouragement; the midwifes orders and her own long and continuous scream, Y/n pushed with all she had. It was excruciating and torturous yet she kept going until the most beautiful sound was the only thing left reverberating round the room. 

Her babies cry. 

Tom looked at the scene in awe, feeling an almost out of body experience as the midwife unfolded from her position leant over the bed looking up to Tom. 

“Do you want to cut the cord Dad?” Releasing a breathy laugh, tears collecting in his eyes he looked down at Y/n. She looked a mess - hair flying all over the place; sweaty sheen and a ruined look on her face; panting hard as she caught her breath. But to Tom? Never had he seen her look more beautiful, especially when she managed a small smile, nodding encouragingly at him. So he moved round to the end of the bed as the nurse motioned, while Harrison squeezed Y/n’s shoulder with the proudest look on his face. 

It was the first time Tom had ever seen his child. And really, seeing a wrinkly little pink thing covered in all sorts of gunge - it shouldn’t be such a magical moment. But here he was, a single tear escaping over his lower lashes at the sight of them wriggling about. The midwife gave him a second, before gently handing him the medical scissors and directing him as to what to do. Once done, the lady announced the room it was a beautiful baby girl.

The next hour or so was a bit of a blur, the whole situation felt extremely surreal to everyone - but perhaps most to Y/n. Although the baby was premature the doctors had checked and were confident was perfectly healthy, so after both Y/n and Tom having their turn holding her (Tom finally got his real skin to skin time) they brought in a little incubator where she could rest while Y/n was recovering. Due to her prematurity, as a safety net, the doctors did want to keep the baby girl in overnight for observation, which meant the whole party would be staying too. 

Y/n loved nothing more than watching Tom and Haz with their baby. The way they delicately cradled her in their strong arms and the way their eyes softened so inexplicably. Y/n swore that had she not just pushed a watermelon sized human out her vagina, the way Tom looked while holding their daughter would make her pregnant all over again.  

“I still can’t believe you two created a real life human.” Harrison mused while standing with the baby girl in his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched her sleep soundly. 

“To be fair it was mainly Y/n” Tom laughed as he squeezed Y/n’s hand (wincing internally as it hurt his already injured hand - Y/n had an almost death grip)

“Oh no credit where credits due… he was involved for a whole 3 minutes or so.” Harrison snorted and Tom scowled at her, yet her cheeky if exhausted grin instantly erased any annoyance.

“Don’t make sexual jokes in front of our child!” He retorted, Harrison still laughing at his friend. Haz loved Y/n too - she made Tom a better version of himself. And now, she’d made him a dad. 

**triggering part starts here

After all the excitement of the early morning it was more than fair to say Y/n was shattered, Tom not doing much better. So after a little bit, Tom joined Y/n on the bed and they instantly fell asleep to the light beeping of their babies heart monitor. Harrison stayed in the arm chair in the corner of the room, wheeling the little incubator right in front of him to just stare at the little girl. He had been texting Tom’s family too, giving them details of when they’d be allowed to come and meet the little one, who had just woken up to all Tom’s frantic texts from the night before.

Eventually though he was ped ousnapt of his happy daze, looking over to the bed and seeing Tom groan as he shifted on the mattress that was technically only spacious enough for one.

“You good mate?” Harrison spoke in a low voice, keen not to disturb either the baby of Y/n - she had earned a bit of peace. Tom just mumbled in response, rubbing his eyes as he sat up before letting out a deeper groan.

“-hat the fuck” Tom lifted up the blanket covering them both as Harrison looked on inquisitively. But then Tom leapt off the bed, started violently shouting Y/n as he shook her in a look of desperation. It was violent and harsh, Harrison was horrified as he immediately stood up in an action to pull Tom off her. 

“Tom what are you-“

“Get help Haz.” Tom turned around to look at Haz, only at which point could the blonde haired boy make out why Tom looked so insane. Because his trousers, and the bedsheets that were now not hidden by the blankets, was covered in a red sticky substance. Jaw dropping, Haz slalomed round the incubator to stand at the foot of the bed. 

It honestly looked like a horror scene. Y/n’s lower half was completely saturated in a bright red liquid that slowly was creeping further and further through the sheets. Her face looked pale, Haz cursing himself for not noticing earlier and her breathing… it looked so slow it was barely noticeable. The silence was only endured for a few moments, before Tom turned back to violently shaking the dead weight below him yelling her name repeatedly and frantically. 

As soon as the alarm was raised more and more staff piled into the room, each one carrying a new level of importance and seniority - instantly taking control of the room and shouting orders. Tom had long since been pulled away from the bed by a nurse, who was trying to speak to him and calm him down, but was completely ignored as he focused on the scene over their shoulder.

“Looking like a primary PP bleed but she’s lost at least 3 pints already…. Somone bleep the aenestists and lets get moving to the OR please!.. We’ll need bloods crossmatch 5 units….”  

Tom heard to the controlled sense of urgency in the lead doctors voice and he felt as though his heart was being torn straight from his chest. Harrison took over from the nurse, half restraining - half hugging him as the nurse ushered them completely out the room.  Shouting over Tom’s desperate pleas to let the doctors do their thing. He fought hard against Harrison but ultimately his hold was enough to keep him back, the two watching from he corridor as Y/n’s bed was wheeled rapidly out the room - what seemed like at least 12 staff members bustling after it.

Harrison knew it was hopeless to try and talk to Tom, as he paced up and down the ‘relatives room’ the two had been confined to. They didn’t have a clue what was going on, no-one seemed to want to tell them - making the worst case option appear the most likeliest in Harrison’s head. A nurse had said the baby, as yet unnamed, had been taken down the neonatal unit so that it was one thing less for them to worry about ; but refused to say anything about Y/n, saying a doctor would come and explain soon. 

It must’ve been 20 mins, even if to the two men it felt like a lifetime, when a round and short, greying man with big black rimmed rectangular glasses entered the room. Tom was too in his own head to even notice, pacing up and down the room while constantly running a hand through his hair as he tried to keep his breath in regular time - even if his brain was on overdrive.  It took Harrison calling his name twice to make him snap out of it, looking up with desperate pleading eyes to notice the stout man, a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“Are you Mrs y/L/n’s husband?”

“Fiance”

“I’m Dr Webber the consultant gynaecologist,  shall we take a seat sir?” Tom stayed rigid, standing opposite him in an offensive manner.

“She’s dead isn’t she?” At Tom’s cold words, Haz’s breath halted in his chest. It had been what they’d both been thinking, of course, it was natural when you see someone with more blood out their body than inside it. The doctor seemed a little shocked at his frankness, pressing his lips together as he let out a sigh. 

“No sir she’s not but she is very very unwell. Please, let’s sit down so we can talk about it because I understand it’s a lot to take in.” It took a couple of movements of Tom stood frozen staring but Dr Webber held firm, waiting until Tom took a seat next to Haz before he moved - drawing a chair from across the room so he could face both men. 

“First off I’m sorry you were removed from the room and put in here for so long but these situations are incredibly hard and to get Y/n the best care we needed the whole room.”

“Doctor I just… I just need to know what’s going on.” He couldn’t deal with the state of unknowing, Tom was going insane, he didn’t care for the small talk. 

“Sorry right, so what we think happened was your fiancé developed a condition called ‘placental accreta’. In simple terms, a bit of the placenta is stuck in the uterus and causes bleeding.”

“That much bleeding?” Haz couldn’t help himself from butting in, he knew this wasn’t really his place, that he was just being there for Tom. But at the same time that was his godchilds mum, it mattered. 

“Honestly? Usually not, Y/n had very severe bleed… So she has been taken in for surgery, where the very talented surgeons are trying patch up the affected blood vessels. I’m afraid at this point that’s all I can really say.”

“So… she’s going to be okay?” It was desperate plea for something that, even if Tom wouldn’t admit, he didn’t really believe - it seemed as if none of the three in the room did. 

“It’s not that easy I’m afraid. Assuming the surgeons can stabilise the bleeding and fix it…. with blood loss like she has suffered we… we don’t know what the effects of that will be. We tried to prevent as much damage to her brain and body as possible with transfusing blood into her and it was good that she was in hospital so could get treatment almost immediately…. But I’m afraid it’s simply too early to say. The first hurdle is going to be getting her out of surgery safely, only then can we deal with whatever happens next.”

Tom had so many emotions flashing through his head. He knew the doctor was trying to go slow to make the information a little more digestible  but it was all so bloody incomprehensible. So when the greying man asked  both men if they had any questions, neither took up his offer. Surely they both would after hours of processing and analysing but for right now? They were stunned into silence. 

“Okay sir, now I hope you don’t mind me saying this but it really is important for you to hear. You are now a father, as Y/n is a mother. This situation is never easy but as a first time dad I need you to be aware that now your fiancé can’t be your only priority. We are all here to support you but please, just remember that.”

Harrison was so glad the doctor had said that, it was so completely true - yet Haz knew he didn’t have enough power to have said it to Tom. The whole thing was impossible and at the centre was an innocent, beautiful but totally dependant baby. 

“What happens now then?” Haz had to ask on behalf of his friend, who was now completely overwhelmed. Dr Webber sighed, leaning back and rubbing his knees before answering. 

“If the surgery is successful it’ll be at a best estimate two hours before we will have news for you , then she will be taken into intensive care where everything else would be assessed and further investigations would happen. You can both stay here or go get food, maybe go down and see the baby in the neonatal ICU? I personally promise that as soon as any of us get any news you will be the first to know.” 

He was met with the sort of silence that makes you shiver. Sighing heavily, the doctor rubbed his knees, apparently preparing to leave. “This possibly one of the worst case scenarios that could’ve happened but Y/n is in the best hands and we will do everything for her. If you do think of anything you want clarification on, grab one of the nurses and they’ll come and find me.”

And then he left. 

The room was deathly silent. Harrison couldn’t dare to look over at Tom - he knew what he would see and honestly seeing Tom like that would only make it worse. God knows how long they sat in those plastic lined, lightly padded hospital chairs. Both in silence. Just thinking… or more like worrying… or more like dreading. It was Tom who actually broke the silence first, his voice barely audible but still the meaning was crisp and clear. 

“I can’t do it Haz” For the first time since the doctor was with them, Harrison looked at Tom, catching him directly in the eye. That hurt… Tom’s eyes looked so, so… hopeless. He knew what his broken friend was saying, but honestly Haz didn’t want to hear it so he did not respond. That didn’t stop Tom though, he continued. “I can’t do it. … I-I can’t be a dad without her… I just can’t.”

What the hell was Harrison supposed to say? There wasn’t really a guidebook to this situation. He was clueless. So, cautiously Harrison just leaned over, wrapping his arms round Tom as he all but collapsed into his friends chest. Tom was sobbing harshly as Harrison looked up at the ageing ceiling tiles, trying to surpress his own emotions because now clearly wasn’t about him. 

“You can Tom… you have to.” His friend didn’t respond, well apart from harsh sobs that racked his frame. And so Harrison just let Tom cry, folded awkwardly and uncomfortably over the arm rest of the chairs, occasionally yelling into his chest at the unjustness of the situation. 

It wasn’t fair. But it had still happened. And there was still a baby girl by herself downstairs. 

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is this okay or too much? I won't write another part if generally people think its a bit too dark!!!!

[snappedsky]

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The Night Terrors try to rescue Tess.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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The Night Terrors Redux

           Shmee takes a big bite out of a hamburger and grunts apathetically. “Food’s fine, I guess. But the essence of evil is much more satisfying.”

           “Well, they don’t have evil essence on the menu,” Sickness grunts.

           “We appreciate you meeting with us, Shmee,” Reverend Meat says.

           “Yeah,” D-boy agrees, “but did you have to bring the rabbit?”

           Shmee glances at Nailbunny, who’s sitting next to him at the restaurant’s table. He’s glaring at the Doughboys, who glare right back.

           “The rabbit and I are partners now,” Shmee says, “so where I go, he goes, and vice versa. Now, what did you want to meet about?”

           Across the table, the Night Terrors suddenly get very awkward.

           “Uh it’s about…Tess,” Reverend Meat reply.

           Shmee and Nailbunny blink with surprise.

           “Do you know any way we can help her?” he asks.

           Shmee sighs heavily as he leans back in the booth. “Her situation is…regrettable. But as long as she’s under the Nightmare’s power, there’s nothing we can do for her.”

           “There’s gotta be something,” Eff insists.

           “You guys really care about her?” Nailbunny questions.

           “We promised to help her,” Reverend Meat clarifies, “besides, neither of you can understand what she’s going through right now.”

           Shmee and Nailbunny glance at each other and Shmee sighs again. “Look, Tess will never truly be free as long as the Nightmare exists. And being a force of nature, the Nightmare can never truly be destroyed.”

           “Truly?” Sickness questions.

           “So can it be…somewhat destroyed?” D-boy asks.

           Shmee awkwardly scratches the scar across his face and looks to Nailbunny for guidance. He just shrugs.

           “What do you two know?” Eff asks accusingly.

           “Nothing, it’s all a theory,” Nailbunny replies.

           “Well, what do you…theorize?” Reverend Meat asks.

           “There may be a way to destroy the Nightmare’s main body,” Shmee explains, “it would eventually return, of course, but it would take a long time. And during this time, it would not be able to feed off human imagination.”

           “If that’s possible, why hasn’t the Daydream done it?” Sickness asks.

           “Cause we’re not sure it is possible,” Nailbunny replies, “and we don’t know if there would be consequences to destroying the bulk of a force of nature.”

           “Okay, destroying the Nightmare sounds great,” Reverend Meat says, “but how would that help Tess?”

           “Well, if we could get her out first, then she’d be free,” Shmee replies.

           “How would we get her out?” Eff asks.

           “Theoretically, you may be able to summon her.”            “Really?” Reverend Meat questions, “why didn’t you say so?”

           “Because it’s incredibly risk,” Shmee replies, “you’d have to reach into the Nightmare like an evil grab bag. Who knows what you’d pull out or if it’d even be stable.”

           “If this is how we can help Tess, then we gotta go for it,” Reverend Meat insists.

           Shmee nods hesitantly. “Alright. Well, being part of the Nightmare, you guys are the only ones who can pull it off.”

           “What, like right now?” Eff questions.

           “No, not here, are you nuts?” Shmee snaps, gesturing to the restaurant full of people. “We need to go somewhere secluded and safe.”

           “We can go to our place,” Nailbunny suggests.

           “You guys have a place?” D-boy questions.

           A few minutes later, the group is standing outside an old, condemned building.

           “Tch, and you called our van disgusting,” Sickness scoffs as they all go inside, ducking under the boards blocking the doorway.

           “So what do we do?” Eff asks.

           “You’re gonna have to reach for the Nightmare,” Shmee replies.          

           “How do we do that?” D-boy questions.

           “I’unno,” he shrugs, “but be careful. The Nightmare may try to pull you back. Nailbunny and I should be able to help you if that happens, but don’t linger within it for too long.”  

           Shmee and Nailbunny stand aside while Reverend Meat, Sickness, Eff, and D-boy huddle together.

           “Any ideas?” Reverend Meat asks.

           “Maybe,” Eff replies, “but only D-boy and I will be able to pull it off.”            “That might be easier for us if things go bad,” Sickness points out.

           “Alright, then let’s do it,” Eff declares.

           The Doughboys remove their top hats and hold them out. They both focus for a second, take deep breaths, and reach inside.

           They wiggle their arms around, as if they’re digging for something in a deep bag, their faces twisting with a mix of disgust and concentration.

           “What’s it feel like?” Sickness asks.

           “Cold,” D-boy replies.

           “Eyah, something brushed by arm!” Eff cries out.

           “Don’t take too long!” Nailbunny snaps, “every second you spend in there gives the Nightmare more time to grab you.”

           They feel around for a little longer before Eff exclaims with surprise, “I got something!”

           “Me too!” D-boy adds.

           They both cry out with exertion as they pull out their arms, dropping their hats and falling backwards, both of them holding onto…something.

          The others crowd around as the Doughboys hold out their catches: painted, Styrofoam dolls.

           Eff and D-boy cry out in surprise and jump to their feet, dropping the dolls. Everyone stares down at them, motionless on the floor with painted-on smiles.

           “That’s not Tess,” Reverend Meat states.

           “No kidding,” Sickness grunts drily.

           One of dolls is white with painted lines on its face; some pointing out of the corners of its fanged grin, and others crossing over its eyes, which also have horizontal lines as pupils. The other is completely black with crosses in its eyes. Both are wearing chef’s hats and scarves.

           “Jeez it’s like…looking into an alternate dimension,” Eff comments.

           “I don’t like this,” Shmee grunts, “send them back.”

           “No!”

           Voices cry out from the motionless dolls, causing the Night Terrors to jump with surprise.

           “Please, don’t send us back,” a voice from the while doll begs. “It’s been so long.”

           “Too long,” the black one adds.

           “Who are you?” Reverend Meat asks.

           “I am Nil,” the black doll replies.

           “I’m Senor Bondage,” the other adds.

           “What kind of a name is Senor Bondage?” Eff snorts.

           “What kind of a name is Mr. Fuck,” Nailbunny retorts.

           “Mr. Fuck,” Senor Bondage muses, “are you…Mr. Fuck?”

           “You know me?” Eff questions.

           “Of course,” Nil replies, “you and Psycho Doughboy…we were your predecessors.”

           “Say what?” D-boy exclaims.

           “Many, many years ago,” Nil explains, “we were the Nightmare’s right and left hands…or tentacles. Every time it wanted to wear down a victim, we were used.”

           “We did our jobs well,” Senor Bondage continues, “we tore apart the minds of our victims, turning them into mush for our master. They never knew what hit them.”

           “But then one day,” Nil adds, “our lord decided to…switch things up. It had found someone special and it wanted to create new minions for this person with new personalities. And we were never used again.”

           “The most insulting thing?” Senor Bondage asks, “they looked just like different versions of us.”

           “Mr. Fuck and Psycho Doughboy.”

           Eff and D-boy share an uncomfortable look.

           “Well…that sucks,” Eff groans awkwardly, “but uh you’re free now, right? Yay.”

           “Free? We can never be free,” Senor Bondage says.

           “You can never truly be free,” Nil adds, “not from the enveloping darkness.”

           Shmee and Nailbunny flinch as they sense something.

           “Everyone get back!” Shmee exclaims.

           The other Night Terrors leap backwards as Nil and Senor Bondage rip in half, releasing the Nightmare’s tendrils. They lunge towards Reverend Meat, Sickness and the Doughboys but Nailbunny jumps in front of them and creates a shield. The appendages slam against it fruitlessly.

           Shmee comes up behind the mass of madness and grabs two big handfuls. He begins slurping them all up until there’s nothing left, not even the Styrofoam dolls.

           “Oh, yeah,” he sighs contently, patting his stomach. “Way better than a hamburger.”      

           “Whew,” Nailbunny sighs with relief as he drops the shield. “That was too close.”

           “Yeah,” Eff agrees as he picks up his hat. “So should we try again?”

           “No!” he barks, “did you not see what just happened?��

           “But we have to help Tess,” D-boy argues.

           “Nailbunny’s right,” Reverend Meat admits.

           “Huh?” the Doughboys exclaim.

           “This isn’t the way to help Tess,” he clarifies, “like Shmee said, she’ll never truly be free as long as the Nightmare exists.”

           He sighs heavily as he sits on the floor and looks up at Shmee. “So. How do we destroy the Nightmare?”

[lilithianqueen]

12 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER 

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): Tess 

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): November 15th

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Scorpio

FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′3′’

FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  Reading, Writing, Gaming, uhhh sunglasses and Gaming :D 

SIX ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): The Dark-Hunter series, Black Stallion, Inheritance Saga, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Dragonriders of Pern

SEVEN ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):   Wind Rose - Diggy Diggy Hole

EIGHT ( LAST SHOW WATCHED ): Castlevania 

NINE ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): Yennefer from the Witcher, Karliene’s music, wolves, serpents, black magic

TEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): It’s a play on Luciferianism, the belief system that venerates the essential characteristics that are affixed to Lucifer. So, Lilithian! Also she’s a queen uwu

Tagged by:   @superhottubcollective & @littledemondarling 

Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done it yet!

[theresabutnotmay]

todos sabem que aquela é THERESA “TESS” HAYES andando pelo campus. com seus 17 ANOS, está na lista dos incríveis alunos de altamont academy. atualmente está instalada no alojamento ALA OESTE / WEST WING. e faz parte de JORNAL ACADÊMICO e CLUBE DO VOLUNTARIADO. dizem pelo campus que é muito ALTRUÍSTA, mas que pode ser MANDONA em momentos ruins. se quiser ver de perto, é só procurar por quem se parece muito com RACHEL HILSON.

Theresa comumente se apresenta já dizendo que não, não tem esse nome por conta da política inglesa Theresa May, afirmando que a mulher só se tornou primeira-ministra quando Tess já havia nascido. E não, geralmente ninguém perguntou nada para ela, apenas tem o prazer de se apresentar dessa forma;

Tess é a filha do meio de Margareth Campbell e Thomas Hayer. Thomas começou a viajar pelas missões estrangeiras quando Tess ainda tinha dois anos, o que fez com que a família não tivesse um endereço certo por mais de quatro anos. Para Tess sempre pareceu incrível, mas após algumas viagens sem muita previsão de fim, era sempre uma surpresa quando eram enviados para outro país. Mudança de escola, de idioma, de cultura, de núcleo de amizades, fez com que a adaptação da menina fosse sempre mais complicada. 

Talvez por isso não pareça muito amigável num primeiro momento, se mantém mais reclusa até a primeira discussão que se vê com conhecimento o suficiente para debater;

É uma amante de política e uma jovem ativista. Theresa usa suas redes sociais, nem tão populares assim, para alertar sobre os dados de diversas organizações sobre os mais variados temas: mudanças climáticas, desigualdade social, fome, poluição das águas, racismo…;

Ao todo morou em sete países;

Isso fez com que ela tivesse uma boa compreensão do inglês (língua nativa), japonês, português, espanhol, alemão e muito interesse no mandarim;

Atualmente escolheu o idioma mandariam e o curso de educação financeira, além de pertencer ao jornal e ao voluntariado;

Tem uma coleção de livros antigos que em parte ficam na casa com seus pais, atualmente na capital dos Estados Unidos, mas muitos deles ela comprou apenas por parecerem inteligente ou pela capa rústica, não tendo a menor intenção de ler nem metade deles;

Adora jogos de tabuleiro e sempre está em busca de partners para desafios, seja no Banco Imobiliário ou mesmo no stop de papel; 

Sua cor favorita é o amarelo;

Adora botânica, mesmo que sua matéria favorita seja de longe geografia;

O irmão mais velho de Tess, Theo, tem vinte e um anos e atualmente estuda Direito em Oxford e o irmão mais novo dos Hayes, Thimoty, tem seus recém completados dez anos e permanece com os pais em Washington, mas pertence ao grupo de homeschooling;

A escolha por Altamont se deveu pela presença dos primos na escola, Theresa conseguiu argumentos o suficiente para se ver morando, mesmo que por pouco tempo, quatro horas de distância dos pais. 

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Childhood friends: Theresa e muse a podem ter se conhecido durante uma das passagens da morena pelo país de origem de muse a e ainda mantém certo contato (f/m/nb);

Lifelong friends: É bem parecido com esse plot do muse a, mas pode ser até internet friends, não sei. Mas muse b e Tess são amigos há anos  (f/m/nb);

Family friends: Tess e muse c se conhecem por influência da família, pode ser que se falem sempre e mantenham uma boa amizade ou só conversam nas reuniões dos pais  (f/m/nb);

Ex-friends: Por algum motivo pararam de se falar, talvez até mesmo por uma discordância de muse d com algum posicionamento de Tess, o que a irritou e preferiu se afastar (f/m/nb); 

Enemies: Arranjam uma forma de implicarem um com o outro em absolutamente tudo, nas aulas, quando ocorre um debate, mesmo nos momentos de lazer. Tess sempre dá um jeito de interromper e discordar com muse e (f/m/nb); 

Practically siblings: As coisas em comum os uniram e as desavenças praticamente não existem, muse f e Tess são constantemente vistos juntos por Altamont (f/m/nb); 

First time: Muse g e Tess tiveram algum first time, pode ser beijo ou mesmo one night stand, mas depois disso nunca mais falaram sobre e só se falam em casos realmente necessários. bonus point se forem de grupos completamente diferentes (f/m/nb)

Tutor: Tess é um pouco impaciente com muse h, mas se esforça ao máximo na tutoria  (f/m/nb)

Study buddies: o grupo de estudos se mantém firme e forte semanalmente com muse i, não apenas no pré provas, mas é claro que muse j só aparece no dia da prova pra pedir o famoso resumão minutos antes da avaliação (f/m/nb)

Don’t trust each other, but are still “friends”: algo ocorreu e estremeceu a amizade com muse k, mas Tess e muse insistem em dizer que se perdoaram, mas não é muito o que parece (f/m/nb)

Crush: Tess não admite, mas o crush em muse l é grande, fica sempre estremecida com a presença de muse  (f/m/nb)

Crush II: muse m tem crush em Tess, mas por nenhum momento ela parece dar qualquer tipo de abertura (f/m/nb)

Volunteer together: não é difícil ver por aí muse n e Tess distribuindo avisos sobre a diminuição do consumo de plástico, uso correto das lixeiras de reciclagem ou mesmo pedindo ajuda em projetos socioculturais (f/m/nb); 

Fake girlfriend/boyfriend; muse o precisou um dia contar com Tess para fingir sua namorada e o motivo e o desenrolar disso a gente decide (f/m/nb); 

Lab partners

First Kiss