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[thirtecnth]

Please Leave a Message - Beverly (Self-Para)

Summary: A collection of voicemails from after Beverly Left Utah mixed with random memories of her relationship with her Ex-fiancé. Sprinkled in are little incidents or cracks that all led to her departure from her hometown, her relationship, and her religion. A few bits her life after that point are included too.

Word Count: 1,980

TW: Domestic Abuse, Emotional/Physical Abuse, Religious Guilt, Mentions of Injury, Overall Unpleasantness

You have… 1 Voicemail (Mom): Beverly, it’s Mom. Where did you go? We’ve asked around church and Sister Price said that you left town. What is going on? Call me back.

The night that Beverly left Utah, fresh bruises of purple-red hue bloomed like poisonous flowers on her skin. She made sure her siblings knew. She promised to write and call them. They promised not to tell their parents. The kisses she left on each of their foreheads burned her lips now and scorched her soul since. She would never forget the look on their faces. The betrayal with soft understanding was painted on them like fine art. Every little detail of it was etched on her memories. Black streams of mascara covered her raw blushed cheeks and burned at her eyes. She was forced to stop the car and pull off to the side. In the cold of a late January night, Beverly gasped for breath as she left the warmth of her car and prayed in the snow. Tell her what to do. Tell her where to go. Tell who she needed to be. Tell her how to let go.

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You have… 2 Voicemails (Mom): Beverly Elise Torrance, you have until the end of the day today to come through that door or we will find you. Spencer is distressed and so very worried about you. He said you broke the engagement. You owe him an apology. Huge.

Five months was all it took for Spencer to ask Beverly to marry him and that was still far too long for him. Her bishop had asked what she was waiting for, that it seemed the spirit had spoken to Spencer and graced him with the knowledge that they were to be wed. He asked if she was having thoughts about her sexuality. He asked if she was cheating. He asked if she would deny God what was requested… Every answer he received was a prompt No.

At least Spencer had agreed to a long engagement at the request of her parents. He respected her father far more than he would ever respect her. However, that was also when he began to change. It started with small things. He’d accidentally forget her order for food, he’d tease her that some things she said didn’t happen, he’d joke that she couldn’t do something on her own… He would help her. He would always be there to help her. And she would need him. That was love.

And if it was, why did it feel so wrong?

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You have… 6 Voicemails (Mom): You will call your younger sister but you refuse to answer your own mother? I gave birth to you. I loved you your entire life. Your father and I have been praying for you. Praying that you’ll be the good sweet little girl you were. Whatever you are now, this… This is not my daughter. Goodbye.

The first time that Beverly drank coffee was with a friend from middle school. They had been dropped off after school at a little cafe outside town. Her friend loved it. Bev trusted this friend to order something for her since she hadn’t known all the fancy names on the menu. The first sip she had, she hummed at the taste. A beautiful blend of bold with the sweetness of chocolate and hot milk. She figured it was a fancy French hot chocolate. She wondered how much it cost.

Halfway through her cup, her friend expressed that she was happy she liked the coffee. The room began to grow silent for Beverly. Her vision blurred, the crisp swirls of brown in her cup becoming unclear. She stared at it with such disdain. The purity she held was lost with one cup. Her friend tried to get her attention, to wonder what went wrong but… Then, just like that, she questioned why she couldn’t have it to begin with. What about the taste from this little cup was a sin? Something she really couldn’t ever have? Slowly, the world’s noise and color returned. She shook her head, smiled, returned to the world, and took another sip. It was her first act of rebellion.

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You have… 15 Voicemails (Mom): Beverly, the bishop said you haven’t been to church in months. Where are you? You can’t receive your missionary packet unless you’ve been active. You are our eldest daughter. You are supposed to be setting an example for your younger siblings. You are too old to be acting this way. Please, you are ruining your life and I just won't have it. Call me. Let’s just talk. You and I.

On the year anniversary of their first date, Beverly and Spencer found themselves intertwined in the backseat of his car outside the Temple. Her hair was messy from movement and their awkward limbs were wrapped around one another in such a clumsy, cramped position that she could barely move. As they kissed, he bit on her bottom lip with such aggression that it felt scraped and bruised. This she mistook for passion. For wanting. He loved her so much that he couldn't hold it all inside.

His hand slid down her back, then explored new skin as he touched her smooth and soft thighs. These feelings she had in the pit of her stomach, this need to feel more and more... She had never experienced it with another person. She realized these were feelings she wasn't supposed to be having. In fact, she was taught to deny them entirely. But Spencer had known better, didn't he? They were engaged. He had taken her to her Senior prom even though he had already graduated six years ago. Surely, this little incident was fine too. She wondered why it was bad to begin with.

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You have... 23 Voicemails (Spencer): Why did you turn off your location? Beverly, come on. I get it. You proved your point. Just-- Baby come home. We can talk about this. I didn't mean-- Nothing happened. I promise, nothing happened. No one knows anything just come home. Come back to me. I'm sorry, Bev.

These feelings, this moment in the back of Spencer’s car wouldn't last. The car door opened and there stood one of her younger brothers, cheeks immediately lighting up red at the sight of them. He'd been performing his ordinances in the temple when he had seen his future brother-in-law's car and figured they were there to pick him up. Screams erupted from both sides as everyone fumbled around to fix the way they looked but soon, it just turned to laughs between an older sister and her little brother. Just a funny little traumatic story to joke about someday.

When they arrived at home, her younger brother was asked to go inside so the two of them could say goodbye. Promptly, he left. He had no reason to stay otherwise. Beverly had still been smiling when her arm was snatched up hard. "Do you think this is funny?" He said, his tone serious. "Do you think it's fun to embarrass me in front of your family? Do you like being seen as a whore?" Her eyes were wide. She had never been called that before. There were so many questions, she just shook her head. "I'm not-- You just--" He was close to her. Not at all like he had been before. "It's your responsibility as a woman to keep me in line. That's your job. Just keep your legs shut." He was so close to her face that her hands trembled. She tried to push him away and in turn, he shoved her to the ground.

Immediately, his face changed. He went to the ground and he touched her gently. "Jesus, are you alright? I'm so sorry, Beverly when you shoved me, I was just-- I was so angry." He pulled her up. He promised her it was just a lot of emotions. Spencer just wanted to make sure her family loved him because he loved her. He showered her with kisses all over her face until she was laughing again and then held her in his arms. The way her stomach had dropped was a feeling she expected to go away after they forgave each other. It never did.

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You have... 41 Voicemails (Mom): Beverly, it's your Mother. We've turned off the deposits to your bank account. If this is how you want to live your life then you can use your own funds to support it. I hope you enjoy your choices.

The day Beverly graduated college, she did so by herself. She walked across the stage to the screams of friends instead of family. It was the proudest she had ever been of herself. This was a success she earned for herself. Her parents were wrong. Her ex-fiance was wrong. Her church was wrong. The moment the degree was in her grasp, the failed relationships and financial troubles no longer existed. She was free and responsible for herself. No help was needed.

Still, she couldn't help herself as she glanced at three empty seats in the crowd and imagined her siblings filled them.

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You have... 75 Voicemails (Mom): Happy Birthday, Beverly. Your father and I miss you so much. We're worried. We wish you would just call us. You haven't called your brothers or sister in weeks. We understand that you ignore us, but don't make them feel this way. We love you. So much. Bye.

She could start over here. Huntsville. She could just be who she wanted to be and let go of everything from the past. In the rain of the town she was trapped in, she let it all wash away. Even the bruises of her past had faded away. She thought it was all gone right then and there.

So why did it still linger on the bad days?

Why was it that she still winced at being surprised or a bump on the shoulder? Why did she cry when mothers hugged their daughters at high school graduations? Why did she suddenly feel so much fear that she cried at random moments? It was all hidden. But it was there. There was poison permanently in her blood to live in fear of what she had become.

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That last day in Utah, Beverly had never been more furious. She was in the middle of a shouting match with Spencer after finding him with Sister Price. Her friend. When she saw what was happening between them in his apartment, that friend had also left immediately. They were alone. It only got worse.

The way he gripped her arm when she screamed at him, the way she tried to pull it away only to receive bright red scratches down to her wrist like bloody claw marks. He'd written name all over her in this way. Like a claim to her body. It was the first and only time she had told him to get the fuck off her and she paid for it with more of a fight and more bruises than she wanted.

When she left Utah, Beverly did so without her parents knowing. She would never forgive them for insisting she stayed. Her mother's last words were that she had a duty not to anger her future husband. Her father hadn't even said a word. He never spoke to her again. That hurt more. She'd disgraced her family enough.

The perfect older sister was gone now, but Beverly took with her the little girl who just liked the taste of coffee. It was the only thing left for her to hold onto. The version of herself that was brave enough to live life on her own terms.

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[byronxmarkusxchristiansen]

Self-Para

Markus had been enjoying the fireworks, It had been soothing. As he drank and sat in his hot tub drinking some wine. Titan had not been a big fan of the fireworks but he was a good boy and was not to bad about it. Then the explosion happened. He was not nearby but it was still extremely loud. He got up slipping on sandals and wanted to explore. That was when he noticed all the insanity when he was on the path and saw a pretty slave in complete fear. He could feel it not having to see or hear one bit of her thoughts. Then scanning the other woman attacking her finding out that she wanted to kill her. That would be a shame for such a pretty slave. He intervened briefly tossing the attacker aside and hard into a tree without having to lift a finger. This new ability certainly had it's benefits. After slapping the slave on the ass and telling her it would be best if she ran for safety while she had the opening and he continued on his way. He was hoping that Elise was safe. He made his way up dodging some attacks as guards were fighting the invaders. If anyone came too close he would get them out of his way. One thing he found hilarious was that the arcade was destroyed. he did not want Sabrina dead, but now her business being destroyed again was a little entertaining to him. He had no idea who trashed it last winter but he would have bought them dinner. Upon seeing the remainder of the dorms he hoped Elise was out of there and the rest of the residents but that seemed unlikely. He had little time to think of it as one of the guards came up and was in a panic telling him to go to the library it was one of the safest locations. Not like he was going to risk his ass to defend anyone more than he already had and made it to the library. He looked around and did not need to read minds to sense what pretty much everyone was thinking. After looking around the building did seem safe and Titan seemed more relaxed that the loud noises were gone and he padded off looking around. Titan found Elise before he did and he made his way over and sat down beside her. Once locked down he stayed mostly with Elise watching some of the others move around some witches and just listening in on thoughts. After all was said and done they were let out and he made his way back to his place and it all seemed to be in perfect condition. So all in all he was not out one bit. He was interested in the new headmistress, but overall should be interesting future.

@layla-dubois @elisenylandti @sabrina-christiansen

[hollowscreekrp]

Spooky month is here and with that we have a few interesting announcements!

First and most important of them all...

      HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY HOLLOW’S CREEK RP!

As you read! We just turned 1! 

And we’re super thankful with all the people who had been part of this fantastic group. Thank you for your time, for your muses, your stories, your wonderful attitude towards every single step of our little group and especially for giving us a chance.

Secondly, the festivities of the month:

Oct 9th - Seth Winfred's birthday: We can’t wait for the cake!

Oct10th -   🌕 FULL MOON (Hunter's Moon):Those cute fluffy big dogs might not be dogs so be careful!

Oct 27th - Erik Drakon’s birthday: Will his party be as awesome as last year?

Oct 31st - We have a Triple treat! Halloween and two birthdays: Congratulations Micah Boudreaux and Elise Black!

Third of all:

We’ll have our Second Writing Challenge on Thursday, October 6th. Here’s some information about it:

The theme is gonna be randomly chosen so keep tuned to find which one it will be.

This time the format will be in self para mode!

It’s not mandatory so everyone is free to participate if they feel inspired to write and share a bit of your muses’ story.

There’s no length limit and you will have a month before the next challenge is announced to complete the activity.

And last but not least!

We’re having a Halloween party! IC the event will last one night but OOC we’ll have a full week for those interactions. More information will be posted as we approach the event day!

As usual, we’re always open to suggestion and ideas for all our activities so don't hesitate to reach out if you have any ideas!

OOC: Please like this post to make sure it reached everyone!

[yongsanhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) A YONGSAN-GU! @YGN_ELISE!

Nome: Elise Ryu Byrne. Data de Nascimento: 22/10/2001. Idade: 22 anos. Nacionalidade/Etnia: Canada, canadense-holandesa-coreana. Ocupação: Estudante do terceiro período em dança na KNUA, modelo. Tag warning: N/A. Bairro: Sinwon.

Faceclaim: Somi, Solo. Triggers: Pedofilia, zoofilia, abuso sexual, físico e psicológico, self harm, suicídio, maus tratos aos animais.

OOC: +18.

Personalidade: Carinhosa, inteligente, empática, chorona, teimosa, ansiosa.

Biografia: Os Ryu era uma família de posses, seus ancestrais começaram o negócio no ramo das bebidas alcoólicas em séculos passados, buscando sempre expandir seus negócios, já os Byrne eram de origem canadense-holandesa, famosa no ramo hoteleiro, a união das famílias aconteceu de forma nada natural romanticamente falando, clássico de herdeiros que se casam pra formar alianças, porém, acabaram se apaixonando conforme o tempo passou. O patriarca é Matthew, chefe executivo da empresa da família que cuida dos interesses dos Byrne na Ásia, já sua mãe é Sunhee, sua carreira como modelo comercial começou numa brincadeira estampando as promoções da famosa garrafinha verde de soju produzida pelos Ryu, porém não durou muito tempo já que decidiram aumentar a família, em 2001 Elise nasceu no país onde seu pai nasceu, Canadá, mais precisamente em Ontário, onde seus avós paternos ainda moram. Em 2009 Evelyn nasceu em solo coreano, quando se mudaram para Seul no bairro de Sinwon, ainda que a mãe quisesse um menininho naquela casa, pararam por ali. Era tudo cor de rosa, com cheiro de morango e glitter espalhado por todos os cantos, não aconteceu nenhuma desgraça em sua família, nenhum abuso por parte dos pais a não ser o fato que lhe era cobrado ao máximo chegar próximo da perfeição, fosse na escola ou até mesmo em seus hobbies. A família era conservadora por assim dizer, mas ela nunca presenciou nenhuma briga ou discussão entre os pais ou algum comentário machista demais além do que se é considerado "normal" na Ásia. A infância podia ser considerada como "mil maravilhas", família unida que a amava e tudo o mais. Porém, já mais mocinha e no ginásio aquilo que só depois foi saber que era orientação sexual, passou a aflorar de um jeitinho que era errado demais pra sua família. Como qualquer adolescente ela adorava animes e mangás, a vida parecia até um shoujo bem água com açúcar, só que não era só pro mocinho que ela olhava, mas especialmente pra presidente do clube de música. E aí veio todas aquelas perguntas, o repúdio por si mesma, o não saber o que era certo e errado e o rebuliço gigantesco dentro daquela cabecinha. Não teve declaração de amor por puro medo, ela tentava silenciar aquilo da maneira que podia e até que fez aquilo muito bem, já que era seu segredo e se pudesse – por conta dos pais – levaria aquilo pro túmulo. Com a tecnologia pulsando e o acesso a informações a um cliquezinho ela foi se entendendo um pouco mais, nas abas anônimas ela pesquisava sobre aquilo que escondia até dos primos que considerava seus melhores amigos, mas foi só no colegial que ela passou a se aceitar um pouquinho, por assim dizer. Já tinha beijado alguns rapazes atrás da arquibancada, nas festas e jantares da elite coreana, mas foi no vestiário depois da aula de natação que as borboletinhas encheram seu estômago, um, dois, três beijos na boca da sua crushzinha apenas a deixaram com vontade de mais e mais. Uma mãozinha aqui, outra lá, mas tinha uma barreira que não podia cruzar por mais que quisesse, cedo demais pra ter a primeira experiência sexual. O resultado depois disso? Um "— Mãe, a Liang pode dormir aqui em casa hoje?", ou "— Eu vou na casa da Liang hoje, tem trabalho de geografia!" sempre que a oportunidade aparecia, claro que não era sempre uma mentira, mas elas podiam aproveitar um tempo juntas naquele namorico que foi bom demais enquanto durou, até que Liang foi fazer intercâmbio na Nova Zelândia e o chororô começou – sempre abafado no travesseiro ou pelo barulho do chuveiro. Mas como tudo passa, isso também passou, novas paixonites surgiam, recíprocas ou não, ela agradecia a todos pelas experiências que trouxeram. Aos 20 anos ainda morava com os pais, com a maior idade alcançada ela batia carteirinha no pub local ou na baladinha, cursa dança, trabalha como modelo, sendo consideravelmente famosa no ramo, aproveitava das regalias que possuía, saindo um pouco da linha vez ou outra. Não tinha falado pros pais que gostava de meninas e meninos, porém já não fazia tanta questão de esconder, uma hora ou outra eles iriam descobrir e o melhor que ela podia fazer era curtir como qualquer jovem adulto. Ela tá soltinha na pista, porém consegue conciliar sua vida social com trabalho e estudo, sem que fique completamente surtada. Manhosa como uma gatinha que só falta ronronar, ela ainda tem em si a mesma criança interior, as crises de "meu Deus eu não fiz praticamente nada da minha vida ainda e sou uma fracassada" são acalmadas com o "cada um tem seu tempo, eu ainda sou muito nova". Ela quer viajar o mundo, conhecer lugares, culturas e pessoas, ter o gostinho de tudo um pouco e claro, se formar na faculdade e o sonho de morar sozinha finalmente se realizou quando conseguiu alugar um apartamento em Hwarang. Ter sua liberdade, coragem pra dizer aos pais o que é com todas as letrinhas e quem sabe num futuro mais longínquo formar a própria família, seja com alguém do seu lado ou sozinha com muitos animais pra cuidar.

[newagexheroes]

Elise sat with her arms crossed over her chest, seated in a chair that once belonged to Tony Stark. After the original Avengers had passed on, Stark Industries had fallen nearly to dust. Though thankfully Elise was able to win at least the rights to all of Tony’s intellectual property so it wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands -- as a memorial to them all the Avenger’s Facility stays standing, were Elise runs the new group of young unruly superheros. She took the liberty of making Tony’s office somewhat of her own. She merely just uses it as a place where she can be found.. Everything still belongs to Tony -- right down to JARVIS.  

“I hope you know I’m having a pretty hard time believing you. -- You show up here unannounced, claiming that you’re gathering a team of the strongest heroes to travel across different universes to fight a creature that is destroying them in its path, and expect me to just abandon my own universe?” The woman across from Elise seems to nod easily, as if it was a reasonable request. 

“What makes me the woman for the job? You’ve got plenty of young spry heroes around here to choose from..” Elise of course was asking rhetorically, not truly expecting an answer. 

“-- They won’t know how to work with these other people, but you will.”  The mutant explains, sitting forward a bit in her seat as she hands over a file. “The one universe to survive Thanos.” Elise’s stomach dropped, and she swears that her heart jumps from her chest. Her senses were suddenly full of ash and blood, the weight of the bracelet that sits on Elise’s arm that Tony made for her out of Bucky’s arm feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. 

“Every - single - person.” The mutant answers a question, that Elise wanted the answer to but didn’t have the courage to ask.

“Who said I was going with you?” Elise questions.

“The look on your face.” And Magik is right. A universe where everyone she holds dear is back? Elise would be a fool not to go, not to just see them all again. “I’ll inform them you’re coming, I’ve already collected a few mutants from other places -- That universe’s Stark will have a room for you when I come and get you tomorrow. Be ready.” 

Without another word, Magik disappears from view and Elise is left there with the file that sits far too close to her for comfort. Though she has to read it, she knows she does. So reaching over, Elise opens the file -- its a rather all encompassing explanation of Thanos’ defeat. Elise smiles to herself, she can tell it was written by Steve. The words flow together easily, she almost expects there to be diagrams drawn by his hand as she continues to look through the pages. She could feel the tears start to well in her eyes the further she read, Carol got the chance to snap in that universe and saved them all. A wave of jealousy washed over her, jealous that they all got to survive.. And that all of hers had to die. But was her chance, a moment to have closure, to be able to really say goodbye this time.

So Elise called a group meeting in, the young superheroes all sat at attention as she explained. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, or if I’ll even be back. This threat is not just their universe, it’s ours too. We have our own troubles here and you all know it, so I need you all to stay here and defend just as you are. You all will tell no one I’ve gone, Stark’s inventions need to remain the property of the Avengers and the Avengers only. I’m passing the torch now. You are the Avengers. You’re duty is to protect this earth and everyone one it. I trust in all of you.” 

It wasn’t so much as a tearful goodbye but a good send off. Elise had bigger fish to fry than some silly bad guys trying to rule earth, she’s got a whole goddamn multiverse to protect now. The nerves really started to set in once she was finally alone, packing up clothing. Her fingers run over the worn cloth of Bucky and Steve’s clothing as she packs it into a bag. If Elise is not to make it back, she doesn’t want anyone to have any of their things. She feels.. entitled to them. Elise is sure to pack her suit, the one that resembles her boys closely. Her stomach gives a sick turn, she’ll see them again. According to what she read in the report.. Bucky is alive. Her Bucky died long before Thanos came along, Hydra’s revenge -- if they couldn’t have him no one could. Elise slowly zipped up her bag, everything she needed was now stored away in one duffel bag. The night passed slowly, what little sleep she got, it was all bad dreams, just reliving death over and over again -- tormented by it. So when Magik finally arrived, Elise was exhausted already, hands shaking as she pressed the blue button on her bracelet, the metal coats her arm like an armor. Elise grips her shield a little tighter as the other woman opens up a portal.

“By the way, I didn’t tell you before but I don’t think you existed in this universe. So take it easy on them..” Elise hardly had time to process what she had said before Magik was taking her arm and pulling in after her. The light was blinding and Elise felt a thousand pounds and light as a feather all at once. Before she knew it, Elise was suddenly in a very familiar room.. though these faces were not ones Elise has seen in awhile. All eyes were on Elise, well -- more so her metal arm and her shield, both very similar to men they know.

“This is Elise Burke, on her universe she’s known as Captain Winter.” Magik informs the group of avengers and it’s taking everything in Elise not to lose herself right now. Her hands shake violently but she schools her face, forcing herself to think about her Hydra days -- remembering how to keep her composure. Though murmurs break across the room, Elise keeps her gaze trained away from the two people she knows will break her. Elise forces herself to give a nod to those around her, eyes hardly focusing in on one person. This was a hell of a whole lot more challenging than she expected to be. “We’re glad to have you here to help.” The voice made chills run down her spine. She hadn’t heard that voice in years and even then she didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to. It was a challenge in itself to hear his voice but to then look over at him was like a physical blow. The last time she had seen Steve, he couldn’t even speak -- she had heard his heartbeat stop and his breathing disappear. Yet here he was, standing broad shouldered, his uniform closely matching the one that she was now wearing. His hand rested on his utility belt, like it always did when he was in Captain mode. It would have made her smile if she wasn’t trying not to cry. Elise took a step forward, offering out her metal hand to shake, her other still gripping the shield in a death grip to keep from giving away her shaking hands. “It’s my honor.” Elise responds back easily, thanking whatever god is out there that her voice came out even. Taking a step back, Elise let her gaze finally fall over to Bucky, another blow to her chest. It had been even longer since she’d see Bucky.. Though here he looks different, just a little bit. He has more lines on his face, his shoulders look heavier, and dare she say sad. The urge to cross the room and cradle is face is strong, all she wants to do is fix that look on his face.. To make whatever he’s feeling better. Though she refrains, as she begins to make her rounds introducing herself. Next to Bucky, he decides to shake her hand with his good one. The rest was a bit of a blur to Elise.. She finished introducing herself the rest of the team, despite it feeling wrong to her. She already knew them too well she might say but she knew them.. And yet they all looked at her like a stranger. 

Elise was led to her room by a SHIELD agent, she was staying near the training floors. When she was finally alone is when Elise let herself break down. The door barely closed behind her before the first cry left her lips. Her back hit the door with a soft thud as she slid down it. Her shield hits the floor next to her as she just lets herself collapse. Elise hadn’t realized how hard this was going to be. She had built something up so different in her head, that this would somehow be closure. But god, she was wrong -- this was just opening up old wounds. Wounds that Elise had barely stitched together, and now she has ripped them open with her teeth. 

The next morning wasn’t much easier, she was woken up at the crack of dawn by the rudest intern they must have had. A loud bang -- bang -- bang on her door at Elise at alert not rolling out of bed. Shield already in hand before realizing it had been a wake up call. “Breakfast downstairs, training in 30.” Elise ate breakfast on her own, not wanting to sit with anyone in the little cafeteria. She sat on her own, outside -- she wasn’t ready to sit down and chat with people that she had seen die. So she mostly picked at her breakfast, not feeling all that hungry, maybe it was from the interdimensional travel or maybe it was the odd grief that was filling every inch of her body. She didn’t realize how long she had been just staring at her food until Natasha was sliding out of the door.

“We’re testing all you newbies out downstairs -- you can follow me.” Nat informed her.

“I know where it is, I have to grab something from my room. I will meet you down there.” Elise rose from her spot and headed towards her room. Tucked away under the comforter was Basil, her snake that she had a telepathic connection with. She had snuck the snake in her bag. Elise will find time to get her a proper enclosure once she’s settled but for now Basil is content sleeping with Elise. Carefully slipping her hand over the covers the snake curls onto her hand. Let’s go scare some new avengers. 

Elise knew the place well enough and that meant so does Basil. The snake slithers a different direction than Elise but she knows the snake will make an appearance and scare whoever Elise is paired up against. A line of people stood on the lower floor of the training room, Elise had no idea who any of them were, so she figured that’s where she’s supposed to be. In the mood to show off, Elise jumped from the platform onto the floor with light feet. She joined the line up with the others, truly wondering how much combat training they had. No one in this room expect her knew she had been trained by Hydra, experimented on by Hydra. She’ll be much stronger than anyone expects and that’s what she’s counting on. 

Ready. A gentle voice in her head informs her, Basil laying low somewhere nearby. This is training, no lethal. Elise informs the snake, knowing if she doesn’t Basil might go overboard. She is just a snake after all. 

As each of the Avengers was paired off, Elise was matched up with Nat. Without all of Elise’s extra assets, they two would be pretty evenly matched -- at least they were back in her universe. She could assume the same here. With a quick push of a button, metal coated her arm and Elise stood her ground. 

The room falls still, silence as everyone looks on, the two women locked eyes -- a bit of moment between the two, each daring the other to move first. Nat made the first move and Elise had all the advantages here -- she had known Nat in another life, knows the moves she likes to deal out first -- which she’ll use in desperation. Elise supposes eventually she’ll have to tell them that she knows all their weaknesses but that can wait for a little later. Nat wasn’t one one to pull her punches, and frankly Elise wasn’t either. The fight a little more brutal than the rest, but Elise expected as much. A few hits to the face from each other had Elise pulling out her best and favorite asset. 

Basil, go. Remember, training. Elise orders the snake, and she decides to help Basil out -- she decides to go on the offense. Using the metal arm, she pulls her punches a little bit, not wanting to actually harm the other woman -- with it’s full force she knew it could. When Elise felt the snake slip between her legs that when she stumbled backwards. It was a quick movement, one they’d dome a million times before. Basil shot out from her coil, heading straight for the other woman’s neck. Basil wrapped around her neck quickly, forming more of a choker necklace rather than actually choking the woman.

There was a commotion from the platform above, obviously Elise had gotten their attention. With Nat’s focus on attempting to free the snake from her neck, the blonde took the moment to finish this. With a crouch and a swift kick to her legs, Elise sends Nat to the floor. 

Basil, feet. She tells the snake as Elise’s metal hand replaces where the reptile once laid. Though she doesn’t squeeze, her hand and knees on Nat’s arms keep the other woman in place. Basil wraps eagerly the woman’s feet, this time squeezing so that Nat can’t break the hold. It feels better than she expects to fight alongside her friend.. It’s been a long time since she’s been able to train with people on her level. 

“I hope you don’t hate surprises.” Elise teases a bit as she backs off and Basil takes the notion and releases as well, happily trailing up the woman’s back to sit on Elise’s shoulder. The woman offers a hand down to Nat and helps her to her feet. 

Elise’s eyes look up to the top platform, she can feel the restless energy. “You got a two for one deal, sorry I forgot to mention. This is Basil, we communicate telepathically.. Hydra took their snake kink a little too literally.” She raises her metal arm to gently pet the snake’s head. 

The blonde feels a little more like herself, a little more at home. This is how it’s supposed to be..

“So, who’s next?” 

[minamclaggen]

tag dump (because you’re all inspirations tm)

[elisecoplen]

spirits in my head and they won’t go // self-para

The first time it happened Elise was at work. She chalked it up to a panic attack and was sent home early. 

The second time it happened Elise was working on sketches at the park, humming softly to herself. The fresh air always helped her think. She didn’t know what triggered it this time, but she thought maybe it had something to do with all the traveling she’d done recently. Travelling to Paris was the farthest she had gone since moving to New York. 

The third time she knew something was wrong. She was watching TV, half asleep on her couch. He aunt was out at work. It was this time that she realized it was something more serious, that it wasn’t herself causing it but something else. It didn’t keep the hauntings from feeling like a punishment. 

 Elise wanted to talk to her aunt, but she was hardly around and Elise didn’t want to burden Corrina or Lola with her problems. So the young witch stayed holed up in her room, hoping, praying she’d be okay. It didn’t happen often, and it happened less once she began to stay primarily at her house. The anticipation made it worse; she just waited and waited and waited for something to go wrong. There was so much suspense that, in her weak moments, Elise would wish to see one of the spirits so she could get it over with. She even brought out her old nightlight from her teenage years, knowing it wouldn’t help with anything, but she felt comforted by it nonetheless. 

It started off subtly, something in the corner of her eye. She could close her eyes, pretend it wasn’t happening. And then she’d hear her name and she felt compelled to open her eyes. It was all she wanted for her parents, for her sister to talk to her again. The sight of their smashed faces always brought tears to her eyes and took her breath away. She couldn’t focus on anything else though. She’d try but her surroundings just seemed blurry while the spirit was crystal clear. She didn’t want to see them as they had died, blood coating their features, bodies bent at odd angles, skulls caved in – they were almost unrecognizable. It distorted her memories of her family. Elise swore she could feel the same pain they experienced just from the sight of them. The sight of them was bad enough, but when they spoke, they whispered the thoughts she tried so desperately to bury deep down. “This should be you,” her sister or mother or father would utter softly, each word a dagger in her heart. Elise knew she should’ve died with her family, but by some stroke of luck had been on the other side of the state at the time of the earthquake. It wasn’t fair she got to live while her family didn’t, and the spirits made sure this was at the forefront of the witch’s mind. 

It was the worst when it was her sister, and it most often was. Her sister was the best person Elise knew. She was caring, strong, helpful, talented – everything Elise wanted to be. She would’ve swapped her life for her sister’s in an instant. Seeing her sister again, and seeing her so destroyed, broke her heart and brought on a wave of incapacitating sadness. She would continue to cry for hours after the spirit left. Elise’s whole body ached, a blinding pain pulsing around her head as she began to find it harder and harder to get out of bed each morning. She contemplated her purpose, knowing there had to be a reason why she was still here and her family wasn’t, but she couldn’t quite figure it out. And between the crying and the screaming and the shaking, she began to think that she deserved to be haunted, that it was her punishment for outliving her family.

She tried to find distractions from the constant ache of misery. She tried watching TV but it was all shows and movies her sister liked, or would’ve liked if she’d been around to see them. She tried reading, but the only books she had were from her aunt’s collection – a collection she had shared with Elise’s mother. The witch tried working on her sketches, but that was when she felt the worst and when thoughts of her sister consumed her. She threw all her sketchbooks into the trash. She flinched at the thud of the first book landing at the bottom of the can. She was prepared for the next one and the one after and all the rest of them. She watched them fall with a cold, unflinching gaze. With each sketchbook that went in the trash, the hole in her heart grew bigger and bigger. Elise almost burned them too but hesitated at the last second because of all the hard work and time she had spent on the sketches. She thought the spirits would be happy to see what she was doing, to see her destroy her life’s work in just a minute. 

She stopped wishing for anything to help her, to ease her pain, deciding her self imposed isolation would be best for everyone. Elise didn’t want to bring her mood down on her aunt, on her best friends – it was the only thing she was certain of anymore as she was eaten away, little by little from the torment of the spirits.

[mirrorballgrayson]

tag drop;;

[ratboybenodell]

Said You'd Love me Like no Tomorrow, I Guess Tomorrow Never Came || Self-Para

WHEN: Friday May 20th, 2021

WHERE: Ben’s Apartment

FEATURING: Elise Young (a one night stand)

WARNINGS: N/A

Ben laid naked in his bed next to a girl he just met that night. Her name was Elise, there was a picture of her elegantly posed in a red dress on her Tinder profile that compelled Ben to swipe right on her earlier that day, and just a mere five hours later she was in his bed, and they were both covered in sweat. He turned on his side to face her, brushing a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Was that good for you?” He asked going through his usual script after a one night stand. 

She nodded her head, “Yeah, it was really good. Thank you I needed that.”

He sighed, “Well I’m glad I could be of service.” He smiled pulling her in for a quick kiss. “I’m gonna grab some waters, I’ll be right back.” He swung his legs off the side of the bed, and pulled on the pair of underwear he had discarded onto the floor an hour prior. Stretching as he got onto his feet, he took one last look at the blonde. “Feel free to grab a shirt from my dresser.” He said as he closed the door behind him. 

He needed the moment alone, he took a breath in his kitchen before opening his fridge to grab a couple bottles of water for himself and Elise. 

When he returned to his bedroom he saw Elise in one of his t-shirts holding a little velvet box that contained a ring, the ring. The ring he bought ten years ago that he planned on using to propose with. His heart dropped as he approached Elise. She looked at him with sad eyes “I’m so sorry.” She reached out to squeeze his arm. Ben set the bottles on his dresser, then gently grabbed the box from Elise. He wasn’t upset with her, but the sight of the ring he forgot he hid at the bottom of his dresser sent a pang of sadness through his body. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He looked down at the shiny ring sitting neatly in it’s little black box. “This was a long time ago, so it’s really no big deal.” He closed the box with one hand, throwing it into the drawer. “Um, I’m going to hop in the shower, feel free to get comfortable.” He gave the girl a weak smile as he exited the room. 

Ben didn’t shower, he just wanted to be alone for a couple of minutes. He turned on the water still just to cut out the sounds of the sobs that escaped his mouth. He got comfortable sitting on the cold tile of his bathroom floor. He knew he should be over Heather. It’s been ten years, but something about her kept pulling him in, even if she lived across the country now. He thought she was his future. If things had played out differently he would be happily married now, and there would probably be a few kids romping around the house. Maybe they would have a family dog, and Ben would work in an office, or do construction, something to support his little family. That was not his reality however. He was so alone. He could be involved with someone romantically now, but he couldn’t do it. 

After fifteen minutes he started to calm down, his head wasn’t racing through as many thoughts as it had been. Ben pulled himself off the floor and shut the water off to his shower. He took a few deep breaths to look in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears had streaked his face. “Fuck.” He said to himself, he was a mess. He splashed a little water on his face and shook his head. Ready to go back into his bedroom and snuggle up next to Elise. 

Now back in his room he stared at the woman in his bed, curled up in his comforter. She looked up at him meeting his gaze. “Hey, sorry about that. Just some shitty memories popped up, um.. I’m okay now though. I’m sorry that was weird, huh?” He chuckled as he got back into his bed, wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist. 

“Not weird, I get it.” She assured him “She must’ve been something special, huh?”

“No, not really.” He lied. “I kinda forgot about the ring, so it’s fine, I just needed a second. So let’s just forget about all that.” He tried his best to convince Elise that he was okay. He pulled her on top of him so she could sit on his lap, sitting up as he did so. He kissed her lips, and worked his way to her neck. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?” He whispered into her ear. She nodded her head, as he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “So,” Ben started. “We can either go another round, or we can just cuddle, your choice.” 

Elise considered her options, “I think we should just cuddle, call it a night.” Ben smiled, he liked that choice, secretly he was hoping she would just want to cuddle. Elise got off Ben’s lap and curled her body around his, resting her head on his bare chest. He watched as she started to doze off, Ben couldn’t sleep, but he was happy just to be with someone tonight.

[wangshurp]

Kim Elise

@wgs_elise FACECLAIM: Kim Yerim. DATA DE NASCIMENTO E IDADE: 13 de Agosto de 1999 / 21 anos. NACIONALIDADE: Wangshu. ETNIA: Coreana. GÊNERO: Feminino. ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: Bissexual. ATIVIDADE: Estudante de Psicologia. LOCALIZAÇÃO: Sunset Village. TEMAS DE INTERESSE: Angst; Crack; Fluff; General; Romance; Smut. TRIGGERS: Pedofilia, zoofilia, abuso sexual, físico e psicológico, self harm, suicídio, maltrato aos animais.

PERSONALIDADE: 

Por mais cliché que fosse, o jargão "não julgue um livro pela capa" serve perfeitamente pra menina, afinal, se for julgar pela família de onde veio é de se esperar uma garota de nariz empinado, arrogante e extremamente mimada. Porém, não é nada disso não, talvez acabe sendo mais ingênua do que deveria por não perceber quando se aproximavam dela por puro interesse. A curiosidade sempre foi algo presente em sua personalidade, Ellie adorava aprender, perguntar, conhecer e partilhar o que tinha retido, adora skinship e ainda que aquilo lhe causasse problemas, nunca deixou de ser curiosa e afetuosa. De sorrisos fáceis demais pode até parecer bobinha, porém não pise no calo dela porque com o tempo ela aprendeu muito bem como revidar. 

Quando coloca algo em sua cabeça é praticamente impossível que a façam mudar de ideia. Adora colecionar cosméticos, principalmente batons. É muito ligada com seu cabelo, detesta quando tocam nele sem permissão ou que o bagunce por querer, sempre o mantém impecavelmente arrumado. Não define estritamente o bom ou mau, percebendo que o mundo é um misto de tons, não só preto e branco e suas ações são muitas vezes resultado de boas intenções. Cultiva apreço por animais, dias chuvosos, andar descalça e enfiar a mão em sacos de grãos. Tem o costume de cheirar e tocar tudo, tudo mesmo, por isso geralmente liga pessoas e coisas a cheiros e texturas. Não tem medo de bichos num geral, não mata nenhum inseto que for e sempre tá puxando a orelha de alguém por isso. Se tem uma coisa que ela detesta, é ficar sozinha à noite, principalmente quando os pais ou funcionários não estão em casa. Ama filmes de todos os gêneros, principalmente musicais, filmes de terror geralmente capturam sua atenção, mesmo que passe noites em claro por medo que algo puxe seu pé à noite.

JUSTIFICATIVA: 

Os Kim eram uma família de posses, seus ancestrais começaram o negócio no ramo das bebidas alcoólicas em séculos passados, buscando sempre expandir seus negócios, se estabeleceram em Wangshu pouco tempo após a cidade ser fundada e por lá seus descendentes ficaram. Seu pai era Hangil, chefe executivo da empresa da família, já sua mãe Boram, era professora na escola primária, carreira que foi deixada de lado para que pudesse cuidar de sua pequena família. Elise é a caçula de entre os três filhos do casal, não levava um nome coreano porque a mãe sempre gostou daquele nome e como viviam naquela ilha, não teria nenhum problema. 

Era tudo cor de rosa, com cheiro de morango e glitter espalhado por todos os cantos, não aconteceu nenhuma desgraça em sua família, nenhum abuso por parte dos pais ou irmãos a não ser o fato que lhe era cobrado ao máximo chegar próximo da perfeição, fosse na escola ou até mesmo em seus hobbies. A família era conservadora por assim dizer, mas ela nunca presenciou nenhuma briga ou discussão entre os pais ou algum comentário machista demais além do que se é considerado "normal" na Ásia. A infância podia ser considerada como "mil maravilhas", família unida, irmãos que a amavam e tudo o mais. 

Porém, já mais mocinha e no ginásio aquilo que só depois foi saber que era orientação sexual, passou a aflorar de um jeitinho que era errado demais pra sua família. Como qualquer adolescente ela adorava animes e mangás, a vida parecia até um shoujo bem água com açúcar, só que não era só pro mocinho que ela olhava, mas sim especialmente pra presidente do clube de música. E aí veio todas aquelas perguntas, o repúdio por si mesma, o não saber o que era certo e errado e o reboliço foi grande dentro daquela cabecinha. Não teve declaração de amor por puro medo, ela tentava silenciar aquilo da maneira que podia e até que fez aquilo muito bem, já que era seu segredo e se pudesse – por conta dos pais – levaria aquilo pro túmulo. 

Com a tecnologia pulsando e o acesso a informações a um cliquezinho ela foi se entendendo um pouco mais, nas abas anônimas ela pesquisava sobre aquilo que escondia até dos irmãos, mas foi só no colegial que ela passou a se aceitar, por assim dizer. Já tinha beijado alguns rapazes atrás da arquibancada, nas festas e jantares da elite de Wangshu, mas foi no vestiário depois da aula de natação que as borboletinhas encheram seu estômago, um, dois, três beijos na boca da sua crushzinha apenas a deixaram com vontade de mais e mais. Uma mãozinha aqui, outra lá, mas tinha uma barreira que não podia cruzar por mais que quisesse, cedo demais pra ter a primeira experiência sexual. O resultado depois disso? Um "— Mãe, a Liang pode dormir aqui em casa hoje?", ou "— Eu vou na casa da Liang hoje, tem trabalho de geografia!" sempre que a oportunidade aparecia, claro que não era sempre uma mentira, mas elas podiam aproveitar um tempo juntas naquele namorico que foi bom demais enquanto durou, até que Liang foi fazer intercâmbio na Nova Zelândia e o chororô começou – sempre abafado no travesseiro ou pelo barulho do chuveiro. 

Mas como tudo passa, isso também passou, novas paixonites surgiam, recíprocas ou não, ela agradecia a todos pelas experiências que trouxeram.

PRESENTE: 

Aos 21 anos ainda morava com os pais, com a maior idade alcançada ela batia carteirinha na Petticoat Lane, cursava psicologia na WUN, trabalhava como modelo – como ela chegou nesse trampo? Graças ao Instagram, às festas e trabalhos sociais que fazia, claro, com um "empurrãozinho" dos pais – e aproveitava das regalias que possuía, saindo um pouco da linha vez ou outra. Não tinha falado pros pais que gostava de meninas e meninos, porém já não fazia tanta questão de esconder, uma hora ou outra eles iriam descobrir e o melhor que ela podia fazer era curtir como qualquer jovem adulto.

DESEJOS: 

Ela tá soltinha na pista, porém consegue conciliar sua vida social com trabalho e estudo, sem que fique completamente surtada. Manhosa como uma gatinha que só falta ronronar, ela ainda tem em si a mesma criança interior, as crises de "meu Deus eu não fiz praticamente nada da minha vida ainda e sou uma fracassada" são acalmadas com o "cada um tem seu tempo, eu ainda sou muito nova". Ela quer viajar o mundo, conhecer lugares, culturas e pessoas, ter o gostinho de tudo um pouco e claro, se formar na faculdade e finalmente morar sozinha. Ter sua liberdade, ter coragem pra dizer aos pais o que é com todas as letrinhas e quem sabe num futuro mais longínquo formar a própria família.

[lilywhittaker]

Righting The Wrongs | Self-Para

who: lily whittaker, elise whittaker, ian whittaker when: november 7th, 2020 where: whittaker estate, sunstone beach

I have to do this. Aside from telling him that she loved him, those were the last words she’d whispered to Bash that morning before leaving him in bed as she began getting ready to meet with her parents. Her family-affiliated bank accounts had not been frozen, which she took as a good sign - and all her mother’s doing. Elise Whittaker would only ever cut her daughter off if it was a last resort, no matter how much prodding she faced from her husband. “I have to do this,” Lily repeated to herself as she drove through the gates of her family estate, a place that had once been home feeling like a prison as the guards closed the gates behind her and told her where to park. Thanking the butler as he directed her to her father’s study, Lily didn’t even bother knocking - she simply opened the doors and strode in, seeing both of her parents sitting behind the desk. “Mother, Father. I trust that we have a lot to discuss,” she greeted curtly, heels clicking against the wooden flooring before she reached the desk, not sitting down as she didn’t want to feel complacent and small. Standing firm and tall, she felt as though she could hold her own.

You insolent little bitch. You cost this family our reputation as well as your own, and for what? Some petty criminal who gave you an ounce of attention, whispered empty compliments in your ear? Ian’s words stung, but Lily held her ground. “The ‘petty criminal’ has a name. You should get used to it, actually. You’ll probably be hearing it a lot now,” the woman challenged, crossing her arms across her chest. “I cost this family their reputation and set my own on fire. For what, you ask? Because you and I both know that Bash didn’t do anything, and telling the truth was the right thing. I didn’t do it out of hope that we’d reconcile, I did it because it was what was morally right. Is that a feeling you’re familiar with, Dad?” Poking the bear was dangerous, especially since she had witnessed firsthand what Ian Whittaker did to people who upset him. But she didn’t care; Bash may not have been with her, but she was angry for him. “At the end of the day, I can live with the decisions I made. I can sleep at night knowing that I put myself in an uncomfortable position, but I did what I thought was right. Can you both say the same?” Lily asked, her voice eerily calm as her eyes darted between her mother and father, almost daring them to disagree with her.

So what, Landry is your boyfriend now? He’ll leave you in two months once he gets bored of you trying and failing to make him into husband material. Trying to make him into something he’s not. And you’re biting the hand that fed you for thirty years, and the one that’d feed you when he inevitably breaks your heart. “You almost ruined his life,” Lily sneered, gripping the back of the chair in front of her as she glared at her father. “And for what? Because you didn’t think he was good enough for me? I was born into this world, and yes I worked my ass off in school and for event planning. But someone who didn’t have the privileges I have, that person would need to work twice as hard to achieve what I did. I’m grateful for the opportunities that I’ve been given, but let’s not pretend that I earned them all. Bash wasn’t born into wealth, with options to achieve his goals by whatever means possible. It’s not fair to say that he’s beneath me just because of this.” Neither of her parents had said it, but Lily knew them well enough to know that they saw him as nothing more than a liability at their daughter’s side, a man without a degree from a reputable university or a profession that they would love to brag about him being employed in. “But yes, he is my boyfriend now. He didn’t graduate from an Ivy League, doesn’t work in law or finance or the medical profession, doesn’t have much money to his name, has a criminal record. But you know what? I am aware of all of this, and I’m still making the choice to be with him. I choose him, and I’ll stand by it.”

“First, you release a public statement that clears him of any wrongdoing. Apologize to him in it, and personally when he’s ready - it’s safe to say he doesn’t want to see either of you right now, and I don’t blame him one bit.” Bash’s reputation wouldn’t be one hundred percent safe, but it was the best option for now. She knew that he could file a civil lawsuit, but she didn’t want to make those decisions for him. “And I know you set him up,” she accused, pointing at Ian before her attention shifted to Elise. “And you knew about it and didn’t do anything to stop it - which is just as bad, in my opinion. Or you tried to, but it was too late. Either way, Bash would’ve paid the price for an issue you had with me, and that’s not okay. The knowledge I have, I could ruin us all. We’d be where the Hawthornes were up until earlier this year,” she almost threatened, unsure if she even would’ve gone that far to get her revenge. “My accounts remain untouched. I’ll keep up the charade of ‘simply needing my space and moving into a home of my own’ for the public, but we both know the real reason I bought that house in Goldfinch earlier this month. If you keep up your end of the deal, I never mention this to anyone,” Lily promised, waiting to see if her family agreed. Had she gotten cut off entirely, she would’ve been able to live a comfortable middle class life on her event planning salary but she didn’t want to do that just yet. As much as she was working on unlearning her own internal biases when it came to socioeconomic factors, Lily was also scared to step outside of the comfort zone that she’d known for so long.

Your mother already said we’re not cutting you off, if it was up to me you’d have been on welfare already. You’re done acting like a petulant teenager whose cell phone got confiscated yet? The fact that her father was trivializing her anger pushed Lily even further; she wasn’t yelling just yet, but her voice had raised a few notches and her mother asking her to keep her voice down had the exact opposite effect on her. “Keep my voice down? I think we’re far past the point of decency here, a man almost went to prison because of your bias,” she shot back, letting her biting words hang in the air for a few moments. After years of maintaining a level of decorum and docility around her parents, Lily threw caution into the wind and was not at all concerned. “In fact, I decided to help you out with your road to redemption. The Innocence Project has received ten grand in your name to help fight injustices. They’ll do a lot with that, I’m sure, making sure that innocent people in prison get the help they need to clear their names.”

Once the three Whittakers had finished their heated discussion, Lily handed them her keys to the grounds. “I don’t need these anymore, you can keep them. Bash and I will be in touch about anything else,” she finally concluded, getting up from her seat and pulling her coat on. You’re making a huge mistake, Lilian. You’ll be back here before you know it, begging us to be there for you. You’re destroying the Whittaker legacy, sympathizing with a criminal and going against your own family. What about your own children? Silence hung in the air as she considered those words, giving her father a saccharine smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. 

“Oh, Daddy, I’m not destroying anything, I’m reinventing our legacy. Reinventing what the Whittaker name will be known for: kindness and compassion. And that’s the world I’m bringing my future children into. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be on my way. We’ll talk soon.” Leaving both of her parents speechless as she exited through the French doors of her father’s study, Lily felt a surge of pride amidst some guilt. She had just taken a stance against them, one that she believed was right. But there was no doubt that the measures she’d resorted to could be considered blackmail. Something that she associated with her parents, and not with herself - not only demanding something in exchange for not releasing incriminating information, but feeling triumphant as she did it. Was this what good people did?

Was Lily Whittaker now the villain in the story?

[elise-yaxley]

Initiation // Self-para

The mark burned on her skin. It was brand new, and she could still recall the feeling it brought out in her when she was inked. When she became one of the Death Eaters.  Everything came with the guidances, all with the words that were whispered to her; and she followed them blindly, despite the odd feeling in her gut. While her mind was nearly completely blank, there was something that kept trashing in the well-hidden cage. It was still so easy to supress it, and there wasn’t even all that much of a push when Elise was given her first task. Her way to prove that she was now one of the Death Eaters.

It was all too easy to sneak out of the castle when the night fell. Her wand was hidden away as she walked through the grounds, just far enough so she could use apparition. A single sentence kept ringing through her mind, over and over, and it was a task she knew she had to perform. No matter what. The odd voice at the back of her mind kept coming and going, yet she continiously pushed it aside, ignoring it, and following orders blindly- just as she had been doing for the past weeks.

While the voice kept coming and going, it didn’t stop Elise from making her way to the target. The village, further away from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, away from the wizards, was quiet so late in the evening. The Christmas lights were on, making the dark streets so festively bright and sparklling, yet it did not bring any kind of feeling for Elise. Instead, she walked straight to the house, matching every other house in the street with its lights with its festive feeling. A few lights were on in the house, making her sure that her targets were still awake. It was all the more fun that way; or so she was told.

With a simple spell, Elise unlocked the front door, making her way into the house. Warmth and sweet smells welcomed her; the family were obviously in the midst of baking cookies, even if it was fairly late. Joyous chatter was coming from the kitchen, and, pulling her wand out, Elise made her way there, her steps still quiet, still careful, despite the voice in the back of her head getting louder with each step, telling her to leave, now.

At first, they were shocked. There was a stranger in their house! And while the father of the house became more alert, reaching for something Elise recoginized as a phone, the mother seemed to be concerned. How did a stranger girl appear in their house, without making a noice? Her next instinct seemed to be to step behind her two children- a boy and a girl- who peered curiously over their mother at the intruder.

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, please leave-” The father began, taking a cautious step closer towards Elise. He was still so naively concerned, and, just as the mother, he tried shielding his family- and it only made Elise smile. She didn’t speak, didn’t say a single word before she raised her wand and, moments later, green light flashed through the kitchen, seeping through the windows into the cold, dark night.

Screams echoed through the room as the father fell lifessly onto the ground, and the voice in Elise’s head screamed. It threw the girl off, and she took a step back, almost letting her wand fall onto the ground, only to catch herself at the last second. She wasn’t going to fall apart, not when she wasn’t even done with her task. The children and the mother seemed frozen in place, terrified about the father, only to react seconds too late. With another raise of the wand, Elise aimed, and, once again, with another flash of the green light, another body fell onto the ground. It wasn’t the mother, as she hoped; it was the boy, who had moved to shield his baby sister. The sight of his lifeless body caused Elise to pause once again as the mother, wailing in pain, pulled her daughter out of the room. The boy’s empty eyes stared into nothingness, his dark curls shielding the rest of his face. He looked so much like young Corban, that Elise choked on a scream that she didn’t know she was holding back. She wanted to run. She wanted to apologize to the family, and make it all stop, and-

Her mind was clouded once again, still so weak, as she hid her wand away, picking up the nearest knife. It was a large one, meant for cutting meat. With an empty look on her face, to match the ones on the boy’s and the father’s faces, she followed the commotion, caused by the girl and the mother. Slowly, a wicked smirk appeared on her face as she made her way up the stairs, where she knew the two of them were hiding. Phones were long forgotten, as the panic seemed to settle into the house that was bound to become empty very soon.

The door to the bedroom wasn’t even locked. Opening it, Elise scanned the seemingly empty room, knife in her hand, until her eyes eventually landed on the walk-in closet. Of course they had to be there, it was almost too easy to guess. Yet, still, her steps became heavy as she approached the closet, the voice in the back of her head returning, telling her to stop, screaming at her to back away and run. But she couldn’t. She had a task to do. And, with that in mind, she opened the closet, only to be met with screams as she dragged the mother out of there with her bare hands, holding onto the poor woman’s dark hair.

While the woman resisted, she wasn’t strong enough. Soon, blood spilled; even if Elise felt pain, too, as the woman’s nails dug into her flesh- a desperate attempt to escape- it was too late. Screams slowly died out, reducing with each stab into the woman’s chest, abdomen, anywhere where it allowed for the blood to flow freely. Elise’s hands, her clothes, her hair were covered in the stranger’s blood, yet she did not stop, her mind locked onto one thing; her goal. Soon enough, the woman’s body stilled on the ground, surrounded in a pool of blood. Elise paused, observing the creation below her, such a work of art. Until, eventually, quiet sobs reached her.

The girl was curled in the closet, looking at her mother’s body, her dark eyes filled with tears. She seemed terrified, traumatized, and Elise felt like a saint, for taking that pain away from her. “Don’t cry, little one.” She shushed the girl, hiding the knife away in her cloak, and taking the wand back out. She was a muggle, a filthy creature, yet even she deserved a quicker death. Besides, it was more fun that way. Walking over to the remaining survivor, Elise crouched down, carefully pulling the dark hair out of the girl’s face. It was fascinating, how much the girl looked like Elise herself, when she was just a kid, too. “It’s all over now.” She assured the girl, and, with one last wave of her wand, the last life was taken away.

The house fell silent. Christmas lights were bringing the light into the room, where two innocent lives were taken away. Standing up straight, Elise looked around, taking all of it in, ignoring the burning pain from the scratches. Instead, all she could feel was overwhelming panic. Fear. It was coming stronger and stronger from the back of her mind, slowly paralyzing her. It was a miracle that she managed to raise her wand, as fear slowly seeped into her. “Morsmordre.” She whispered, and a bolt of light came out of her wand, creating a snake, coming out of the skull, just above the house. Pride should have seeped through her, yet all she could feel was panic. Fear. Heartbreak. And horror. It took her all the remaining will to disapparate from the house, leaving not a living soul there.

It wasn’t long before the Dark Mark was noticed, bringing fear and confusion to everyone else in the village.

[marykatehood]

mistakes we knew we were making → “solo” para

TAGGING → Mary Kate Hood & Blake Porter

TIMELINE → June 23, 2018

SETTING → Merelsa’s Wedding

SUMMARY → Dumb idiots in denial about who they really have feelings for do a thing. 80% Blake ruining his own life, 10% Mary Kate being a brat, 10% of me being bored and evil.  

Mary Kate wasn’t sure what weird fake fight Blake and her cousin Will were having this week, but she kind of wasn’t complaining about the whole having a date to the wedding thing that had come as a result of it. After all, a date would keep her from doing something too stupid, she hoped -- and with all the dumb anonymous rumors that had been floating around about Noa wanting to hook up with her or Elise Fitzherbert at this wedding, the temptation to do something stupid was at an all time high.

Not that any of the rumors were true. Mary Kate knew they weren’t, that was why she and CJ had even created a Noa drinking game to prove exactly how much he didn’t want to hook up with her. At least, not any more than he wanted to hook up with anyone else. She knew she was on par with every other girl in Auradon in Noa’s eyes at best, and that was exactly why she didn’t want to hook up with him. She didn’t want to be just another notch in his belt or whatever; with some people, she didn’t care, but for some reason when it came to him, the idea of being just another girl bugged her. 

Tonight was just a night for her to have fun, not worrying about stupid feelings for stupid boys who she was better off just staying stupid friends with.

Her mom had helped her get ready; though Mary Kate was closer to her dad, Marian had been beyond excited to have some time to help her daughter with dolling up for the wedding. And her parents would be there with her, too; all the more reason to keep herself out of an embarrassing situation. She’d hate to let her mom’s hard work on her make up and her lavender dress and her curls go to waste because she was crying or in need of going outside and stringing up a bow and arrow to shoot things.

Not that either of those would have happened regardless. Mary Kate didn’t get all stupid about boys, not like other girls did. It just was even less likely to happen when she was on the arm of Blake, someone who she’d been friends with since the first time Will had brought him to Sherwood Forest at age five.

Blake wasn’t really sure what had possessed him to ask Mary Kate to be his wedding date. Sure, she was fun, but she was his best friend’s cousin, and his ex’s best friend -- someone he would have hung out with regardless, but didn’t need to beg to be glued to his side all night. Still, hearing how mad Will got at him for no reason just for joking about being dates for the night had kind of pissed him off. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on in Will’s head, and that freak out? Definitely made Will’s head more shrouded and mysterious than ever. It had kind of hurt his feelings, getting yelled at without any real explanation, and instead of making things right, Blake’s stupider instincts had told him to get even instead.

Will hated any threat of Blake and Mary Kate starting to like each other better than they liked him, or so it had always seemed to him. And so, in the heat of the moment? Blake had decided the best thing he could possibly do was dangle Mary Kate right in front of Will’s face, and let his best friend see that he could have more than a little fun without him.

And it was fun, too. They’d sat through the wedding ceremony, with Mary Kate pretending to make sad faces at Blake in response to ‘the love of his life’ getting married to someone else. They’d even somehow ended up walking hand in hand, very close to Will, might he add, into the reception afterwards, too, where Mary Kate had promptly handed him a drink and said she and CJ had created a game they’d be playing throughout the course of the night. Blake didn’t know the rules, but he kind of liked it better that way; everytime Mary Kate told him to drink, he raised his glass in a dramatic toast, followed her eyes, and attempted increasingly ridiculous guesses at what the rules he’d be following were.

He didn’t really remember if it had been one of the times when they were doubled over laughing at his most recent rule-guess when they’d started kissing, or if maybe it had been when they were squeezing onto the dance floor, flailing their arms in ridiculous, alcohol-fueled motions that made people all around them stare. Either way, Blake had definitely felt Will’s eyes on him right before it started, and that had been part of what had made the idea of pressing his lips to Mary Kate’s so appealing.

That, and kissing was fun. Blake wasn’t super into the idea of trying to go any father with anyone than that, but drunk body shots and a little making out here and there? Those were things he never said no to at a party, and if it had the dude who had hurt his feelings the day before fuming to see Blake having said fun? Well, even better.

Mary Kate would be lying if she said she hadn’t been a little sexually frustrated for a while now. She’d never been super opposed to random hookups in the past or anything, but it felt like lately, everyone else she had the chance to hook up with just... couldn’t hold her interest long enough for it to happen. She hadn’t been looking for it tonight, though; just for an excuse not to do something stupid like throw her name into the ring of the dozen stupid girls who all would be wanting to hook up with Noa.

Not looking, apparently, was exactly how to end her draught, though.

Andy had made it sound like Blake wasn’t anything special in the kissing department, but the way Mary Kate’s body reacted to him kissing her in the middle of the dance floor seemed to have a completely opposite opinion. And she’d pretend later that she would have been more discrete about being all over her cousin’s best friend if she hadn’t been taking big sips and even shots every time she spotted Noa doing something that violated one of her and CJ’s rules. The truth was, though, she was sick of everyone calling her out on feelings she didn’t want to have. She was sick of people thinking she was pathetic over something she’d never even admitted out loud.

And maybe, hooking up with her cousin’s surprisingly hot best friend where everyone could see was exactly what she needed to make the rest of Auradon shut up and leave her alone already.

Maybe it was what she needed to do to get her own brain to shut up, too.

Blake didn’t feel fireworks going off in his brain or anything like people described when they were kissing someone they really liked, but kissing Mary Kate felt good enough to keep doing it for as long as she was up for it. And it didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to stop, either; Blake was just going with the flow, letting it happen, mentally preparing an apology for all the Neverland fairies who liked to take shots off his abs so much for later... And then, a hand was pulling on his shoulder, tugging him away from Mary Kate, and Blake was blinking in confusion, trying to figure out what had just happened.

His first assumption was that some dude who was into Mary Kate was pulling him off of her or something and about to launch some kind of weird punch-attack on him -- Blake would have laughed at that, knowing damn well that no one defended Mary Kate but, well, Mary Kate herself. A random face wasn’t what he was met with when he finally figured out who had pulled him away, though.

Instead, it was the most familiar face in the entire world, and Blake’s stomach dropped at the look on Will’s face.

Sure, he’d known what he was doing would annoy Will, but the emotions etched on his face were almost unreadable. Blake felt like a dog with his tail between his legs, like he needed to start apologizing profusely right then and there...

But he didn’t even have time before Will was practically yelling at him, scolding him like he was a misbehaving child instead of a grown man who could do whatever he pleased with whoever he pleased. Even if that whoever was Will’s cousin, so what? His best friend had ditched him, had left him in the cold, and hadn’t even given him a good reason why. He’d just gotten mad at Blake, and here he was again today, doing the same thing. Making no sense. Overreacting. Treating Blake like he was so terrible when all he wanted to do was have a little fun.

“Wow, so you can’t make a scene having a good time with your best friend at a wedding, but you’re more than happy to make one yelling at him? Fuck you, Will,” Blake had all but spat in his face, the same anger that had made him ask Mary Kate in the first place twisting inside of him and making him say things he didn’t mean. Making him walk away when he wanted to stay, making him abandon Will when all he wanted to do was fix things.

Blake knew he couldn’t, though. The sinking realization that his best friend was shutting him out -- no, pushing him away, even -- upset him more than anything else in the world did, and Blake had never been great at dealing with being upset. He lashed out, he did things he shouldn’t... and so, pissed at Will for trying to tell him what he could and could do when he wouldn’t even explain why Blake wasn’t allowed to just spend the whole thing with his best friend like he’d wanted to instead...Blake did the exact thing Will had tried to forbid him doing.

He stalked right back over to Mary Kate.

Mary Kate didn’t know how long Blake had been gone, honestly. The second Will had pulled him away, she’d assumed she’d lost her date for the duration, actually, and had headed over to the drink table for a refill and to hopefully find CJ. But of course, somehow her dumb self always managed to end up wanting to talk to Noa, and out of all the people she’d talked to since Blake had left her, of course that was who she was with when her date found her again.

At least the world seemed to agree with her that it was a great idea not to just go for it and hook up with him.

She didn’t know what had shifted in Blake since she’d last seen him, but he seemed a lot more urgent as he wrapped an arm around her waist and asked so not subtly, “Wanna get out of here?” Mary Kate’s jaw gaped for a moment, because not really was the answer. But God, she’d already screwed up and blurted out that she was playing a drinking game based on Noa tonight. How smug would he be if she admitted she was kind of having more fun staying here talking to him than she thought she’d have running off with Blake?

“Yeah, um, sure,” she finally said, waving goodbye lamely at the real person she would have wanted to spend the entire night with -- if, you know, watching him flirting with everyone else in sight hadn’t been the reason she was pretty drunk at this point in the night. Mary Kate idly thought that CJ better be as tipsy as she was, but that was her brain’s excuse to glance around the room for her blonde friend instead of trying to see how few seconds it took Noa to bounce to the next girl once she was gone with Blake.

That thought shouldn’t annoy her. It was none of her business -- Noa was her friend, he was only her friend, and the fact that she kept stupidly letting her thoughts trail to him during the night was exactly what she hadn’t wanted to happen. How did she get him out of her head again? 

The last time she remembered her mind being blissfully blank was when she’d been making out with Blake, and here he was again, in a hurry to get her alone. Barely missing a beat, Mary Kate decided to just go for it, pulling Blake into the nearest alcove and going straight in for another kiss.

Blake had never in his life known when to stop. He always took things too far, pushed people too hard, crossed lines when he should have stopped...

And tonight was no exception. Kissing in the hallway had turned into finding their way back to where they were staying and locking the door to her room behind them. It had turned to his hand fumbling on the zipper of Mary Kate’s dress, and his pants somehow pooled around his ankles, and to her eyes widening in surprise when she’d realized he’d never done this before.

Blake had been embarrassed, and he didn’t know why. But everyone assumed he’d had sex already -- Will assumed, the person who was supposed to know him best in the whole entire world, and for some reason remembering that just upset him all over again.

When Mary Kate had bit her lip and asked if he was sure he wanted to go through with this, he’d thought briefly about how Will wouldn’t even be surprised, because he apparently expected this kind of stuff from Blake anyway, and then he’d nodded his head and suddenly he’d been living the most awkward, uncomfortable five minutes of life.

Sure, he was Blake, so he’d known how to joke around and act smooth and act like this was nothing, no big deal, something he’d wanted to do for ages and just hadn’t gotten around to. But it was so... squishy, and weird. Weren’t people supposed to feel like they were on top of the world when they were with a girl for the first time? Wasn’t he supposed to feel... something, besides the desire to just go through the motions and get it over with as fast as he could?

At least it didn’t last long. When it was done, Mary Kate had winked at him, and given him props, and it had been really easy to forget that he’d just had sex with her if he just focused on her face and her words and the way that those two things didn’t seem anything out of the ordinary. It was just Mary Kate, just the girl he’d known forever, and she made him feel better fast, acting like nothing had happened, talking and laughing until she’d fallen asleep with her head resting on his arm and Blake had time all to himself to panic again.

He felt exposed, different... dirty, even? And he didn’t understand why, because there was nothing wrong with sex. There was nothing wrong with Mary Kate. And there was nothing wrong with him, right?

So why did he feel so bad?

Blake nervously tugged his arm out from under Mary Kate, padding silently to where his clothes were and sliding them back on so quietly he prayed he didn’t wake her. The door was right there, Blake knew, but he didn’t go for that -- he pulled Mary Kate’s window open quietly, and did what he was so used to doing. 

Blake climbed out the window, but instead of finding his own, he counted the numbers until he found where he knew Will was staying, 

It was a nice night, and the window was open, Will’s curtain’s fluttering a little bit in the breeze. But no matter how great the weather was, or how lucky it was that Will’s window was open, Blake still felt off as he climbed into his best friend’s room.

In his life, whenever something was wrong for Blake? Will had always been the only one to make him feel better. And yeah, maybe Will hurting him in the first place was what had led him to be rash, and stupid, but Will was still the only one he wanted to be with right now, the only one who could make him feel like himself again.

Climbing in windows in the dead of night was so commonplace for them, and Will only stirred a little as Blake found himself inside of the room and stripping off his shoes and his jacket again. Will’s eyes bleated open just a little as Blake crawled into bed beside him, sliding closer towards him and wrapping his arms around him for the kind of bro-hug that this new weird, incomprehensible Will seemed on the verge of rejecting until he saw the hollow look in Blake’s eyes.

And then, being cuddled up to Will, Blake felt like a little bit of whatever he’d just lost with Mary Kate was coming back to him. Not his virginity, he knew he couldn’t get that back -- but whatever weird, soullessness he’d been feeling after losing it. Being with Will was warmer, brighter, happier... and Blake nestled closer to his friend as he pushed all thoughts of what he’d done earlier away.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Will, no explanation of what he was sorry for as he said it. “Me too,” his friend replied sleepily, and with those two simple words, Blake finally found the peace he needed to slip into a slumber of his own, knowing that at least tomorrow he could wake up and everything would be close to okay. 

[superaus10]

24 months: December

First of all, thanks to @bills-pokedex, @shadowshrike, @melohax and @littletoughpuff for making this AU possible. Enjoy! ---

En la puerta del Sol, como el año que fue

Seriously, Xander didn’t knew what was wrong with him. It was the second time they celebrated New Year’s Eve in that hotel and he was being late again. He just hoped it wouldn’t become a tradition, as surely Odin, no, Owain, would say. And everything because he couldn’t find his watch. The one he got at Christmas from Ángel, he still needed to improve his pronunciation, and Celine decided that it was shiny enough to take it as a treasure. And then it was getting Celine in the transport. How much he wished for get Celine there like Angel’s Midori in her pokeball. But of course, he always had to dance with the ugliest.

Finally, he reached the Tide Song Hotel and Celine wasn’t so bothered. But of course everyone were there already, including his little sister, Elise. When Laslow, Íñigo, tried to explain him how parallel realms worked and how many different versions of one self could exist, he just got a big headache and decided that it didn’t matter in the end, his family was his family even from other realms.

-There you are big brother! The others are in the dinner hall by now! -exclaimed Elise from the reception, ready to throw herself into his arms. He grab her and give her a spin in his arms. By the Dusk Dragon, how much he missed those moments two years ago. When everything ended, when everything started.

otra vez el champagne y las uvas y el alquitrán, de alfombra están. Los petardos que borran sonidos de ayer y acaloran el ánimo para aceptar que ya, pasó uno más.

After leaving Celine and the birthday present, trying to get Elise not to squeal and disturb it. They went to the dining hall.

-By the way Xander… There is someone in the table that I haven’t met before

-Really? Who is it? -he asked, not expecting anyone except some friends and the Reyes family.

-I don’t know, but he is very cute with his black eyes and green hair and…

-Uncle Xander!

-Huh? -he turned his head to the voice’s direction. He felt tears on his eyes -Jordan! Wha-What are you doing here?

The teenager run towards him and they hugged each other. Xander could hear the kid trying no to cry. He wasn’t in a different situation.

-I missed you a lot Xander

-Me too, little sprout. But tell me, what are doing here?

-Oh! Don’t worry about it! Ms. Schiller allowed me to come and I’ve been in the hotel since noon with Mr. Reyes

-You should have told me, Jordan -he scolded, patting his shoulder.

-But then it wouldn’t be a surprise! Ángel and I were preparing these since November

Xander eyed the table, looking for the accomplice, but his frown couldn’t last too long after seeing them.

He was beautiful tonight, wearing an elegant beige robe, with long sleeves and embroidered with chrysanthemums, roses, peonies and other flowers Xander couldn’t recognize with different colours and shapes. He also had an decorated obi, which rested at his chest, with a decorative, bow at the end. The light brown bangs were styled a bit at his side, with a big peony working as a hair clip, the usual pixie cut was neatly styled too, in contrast of its usual way. He wore a bit of makeup too, so his eye bags weren’t noticeable, and a sharp brown eyeliner. Most of their friends complained that Ángel was wasting his talent to make a winged eyeliner with such simple forms, but he couldn’t care less. He was beautiful with or without makeup.

-Hey! What’s up Xander? Did you went to the moon or what? -said the other holding a laugh. Xander couldn’t help but sigh at the light tease, but decided to play a bit more.

-I’m sorry, but I was admired at how much do you look like my boyfriend, though he usually has eyebags for working at night.

The other couldn’t help but laugh. -Oh really? Well maybe can you tell me why is Nohr’s sky cloudy tonight? I can’t see the stars -that was really smooth even coming from him, and Xander hoped the concealer hid his blush as it hid his freckles when he kissed the other. He wouldn’t stand another compliment like dad or he would melt. The other guests rolled their eyes at the scene.

-But seriously Ángel, you look wonderful tonight

-It’s all Gabriel’s fault. He was so heartbroken I had to work on Christmas so I couldn’t go to Mexico that he got a Johtonian Kimono as a present. An actual Johtonian Kimono! Do you know how expensive is this? I’m going to get married with this for The Guardians’ sake

At the mention of marriage, Xander suppressed a shiver.

Y en el reloj de antaño como de año en año cinco minutos más para la cuenta atrás. hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo cinco minutos antes de la cuenta atrás.

After greeting everyone, he sat in front of Ángel, because both Elise and Jordan wanted to be with him. Jordan told him everything he did in Japan after they arrested the former director of his orphanage, and how he passed last year’s subjects with a notable. It wasn’t like Xander didn’t knew already, he was always in touch with the teenager since he found him by himself, but he was so proud of that green haired teen. Xander told them different tales of his work at Aether Foundation, winning the table’s laughs and Ángel’s ever loving look. It was so hard for him to not just lose himself in those sharp, violet eyes and loving smile.

Marineros, soldados, solteros, casados, amantes, andantes y alguno que otro cura despistao. entre gritos y pitos los españolitos enormes, bajitos hacemos por una vez, algo a la vez.

And there they were, eating together and remembering this past year’s events, hearing Owain’s jokes, Íñigo’s travels stories, Lucio and Angel’s experiences at the hospital, Elise’s Island Challenge, she nearly defeated Alolan Champion! And so on. It was so nice to see everyone enjoying an evening together. It was surprising how many different people could be there, in peace. So different from anything he was used to live.

Y en el reloj de antaño como de año en año cinco minutos más para la cuenta atrás. hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo cinco minutos antes de la cuenta atrás.

They finished the delicious menu the hotel served them, and they left to the room, better said hall, they rented for the night, where Ángel’s birthday presents waited for him. It wasn’t his real birthday, he didn’t remember it, but it was the day when Gabriel found him, and he decided to adopt that date as his birthday, or as Jordan proposed to called it, rebirthday. That kid was a ball of sunshine, and he and Elise rapidly became friends. Even Elise’s Eevee, Michaela, liked him.

They entered the hall, beautifully decorated for a Christmas party. There was a counter where they could get drinks, a sound mixer, he could see Lucio’s eyes lighting up, some sofas and coffee tables for those who wouldn’t want to dance, and a big Christmas tree where the presents were placed underneath.

-Oh my-! There are so much presents! What were you thinking when you bought me these!-he breathed, putting his hands on his face in embarrassment.

-You deserve every single one of them, little angel -his tutor interrupted. -So please, don’t be ashamed and open them before this year ends

All laughed, including the birthday boy. Lucio got the idea to sit Ángel, even though he was already sat on his wheelchair, in the center on the room and each one giving him their present, as it wasn’t enough embarrassment for the poor man. Xander wanted to be the last, and so everybody gave their gifts: a shiny bracelet Íñigo bought in Kalos, a grooming set from Severa, one of the limited editions of “The Silmarillion” Owain knew he would love, a new set of wheelchair modifications from Lucio, they were deep purple and green, and a silver pendant from Gabriel, Ángel said that the kimono and the pendant was too much but Gabriel dissed him saying he bought it for Christmas, before de kimono. When it was Xander’s turn, he box began to move, surprising everyone but Elise and Gabriel.

-Well, you know. I know you and the girls -Xander began signaling Midori, Ángel’s phantump, and Sweetie, Gabriel’s Mimikyu. They were properly dressed for the occasion. -were heartbroken after you couldn’t keep the sneasel you found. And you have recently made a friend in Aether Foundation. And since that little rascal wouldn’t want to go back in the wild…

-Xander, what did you? -Ángel asked, seeing three holes at the box said, opening it. Inside, an Alolan vulpix looked at Kaze with its wide eyes partially hidden by a hood. When the tiny pokemon recognized him, it jumped at him, howling in excitement. Ángel petted the little creature’s soft hair, in awe.

-Xander, why? It’s so small, I don’t know I can take care of it properly

-I know you can, Ángel. And it likes you more than any other trainer. And I’m the one watching over it every day at the Foundation! So please, let it be with you

Ángel watched Xander, then Sweetie, Midori and finally the vulpix. All of them wore that abandoned puppy look. He then looked at Gabriel, who instead had a knowing smile. Ángel was sure his tutor had something to do with all of this.

-You are a troublemaker Xander -he sighed, but with a smile underneath- don’t worry little thing, you’re coming with me tonight! -he laughed, lifting her. The room broke in applauses and hails while the tiny vulpix curled itself in Ángel’s lap. He would have to clean the kimono after, but he didn’t care.

Y aunque para las uvas hay algunos nuevos a los que ya no están le echaremos de menos y a ver si espabilamos los que estamos vivos y en el año que viene nos reímos. 1, 2, 3 y 4 y empieza otra vez que la quinta es la una y la sexta es la dos y así el siete es tres. Y decimos adiós y pedimos a dios que en el año que viene, a ver si en vez de un millón pueden ser dos.

After all the presents were given, the moved to the balcony. Severa and Owain prepared the champagne and non alcoholic drinks for the kids and Íñigo brought some party poppers and blowers. Lucio took photos of all of them. And in the balcony they were waiting and counting for the new year.

10!

All the pokemon stopped playing and came to the balcony.

9!

Neither Jordan nor Elise could hide their excitement, and began to bounce.

7!

The atmosphere was tense with the anticipation.

6!

Xander looked at Ángel, which smiled at him.

5!

Even at that moment, he couldn’t get past of how beautiful the other’s eyes were.

4!

So full of determination and strength. So familiar…

3!

Just like his.

2!

It didn’t mattered how much time it passed, he seemed always stuck in the past.

1!

But he was living a new life now. And how much grateful he was

Happy New Year everyone!

The fireworks began, and both Íñigo and Owain used the party poppers, filling the air with confetti. Xander bend down and kissed Ángel.

He couldn’t believe how much his life changed in the short span of two years. He still remembered how it began, very far away from there, when he actually had the duties of a Crown Prince on his shoulders.

En la puerta del sol como el año que fue otra vez el champagne y las uvas y el alquitrán, de alfombra están.

[trickstersantana]

Self Para: Rescue

Who: Santana, Jesús and Daisy Location: Starts at room 207 at Sciron Square Time: August 4th Summary: The rescue mission starts Triggers/Notes: (All the talk between Santana and Jesus it’s in spanish)

Santana couldn’t believe it. He was here. He was really here. There were people from her ‘family’ that really cared about her. He was here, risking all, and if The Old Bastard was the one who sended the message, she had two people who really missed her. She was about to cry of joy, but she just closed the door to let her ‘brother’ inside and hugged him. He hugged her back.

“Mist!! I’m so happy to see you again! And you are hugging me!!” He said in their mother tongue, moved. She probably haven’t hugged him since she was 12. “There is a cow in your room!” He shouthed vividly and run to pet her.

“Shhh, don’t shout or we will get caught” She whisperd. “I know you would never insult anyone, so that bible code was The Old Bas-uhm, Cabrón, wasn’t he?” She asked, hoping that was the case because if she had to trust Jesús to make a plan they could be considered dead already. “Jesús, please, stop hugging the cow. This is serious”

“He made the entire plan!” He said loudly. “I mean, he made the entire plan” He whispered, looking at Santana again, but still petting the cow.

Santana was starting to feel the inminet possibility of getting caught, and she was living the adrenaline. It was so long since she didn’t participate on any of the Old Bastard’s plans. He was always so thoughful with them. “Alright, what’s the plan now that you infiltrated successfully?” She would ask later how the hell he did it, hoping it would be the same way they will got out.

Jesús started to explain 

“We found a kind portal witch who agreed with him to help with her magic in exchange of returning her pet canary, Lord Goldenpeak The Third, kidnapped by Cabrón. He said ‘Rescue Mist before you return the bird. Not after. I can’t understate the importance of timing here’” He said, imitating her ‘father’ voice in the quote. “So, I went to talk with the witch, and gave her back her pet”

“...”

“So, I asked her if she would kindly help us, and she explained that she wasn’t going to help some petkidnappers to do illegal activities, wich is quite understandable, but she said that she could invite us to cake someday. She has a lovely bakery. And well, Cabrón has a really long plan who started with the key participation of that witch and couldn’t work without her, so that was all cancelled, and the plan B started!” He told, optimistic and pretty proud of himself.

“Wait...”

“Shh, let me finish! Then I arrived here, I went to the secretary, I found a very informative young man, and asked if I could find Santana Lopez so I could pick you up and get you out of jail, and that you were my ‘niece’” He did the quotation marks with his hands and Santana knew he did the same to the secretary.”He asked for documents, my magic ID or something like that, and I showed it what Cabrón gave me, and he said ‘This is just a paper that said you went to La NYADA Mexicana or Mexican NYADA... the two first initials means New York, sir, there is no New York in Mexico.’ so I told him that maybe they just wrote Naucalpan de Juárez with a Y”

“Jesús...”

“This is not the end of the story! Well, I keep talking with him, and he told me that actually this is not a prision but a  really nice collegue free for L. Naturae, with diverse classes about a lot of interesting subjects, collegue trips all over the world, a great community with clubs where you can make friends, a high number of job offers, and that when you graduate you can participate in the political life and be an official citizien of the magic community, did you know that?” He asked, amazed at the discovery.

“Jesús I’ve been... I’ve been here for more than a year”

“I was impressed, this place is amazing. Look at this room, it’s just so nice. They gave me a computer”

“They...what?”

“Oh yes, after all the information that really nice young man gave me, he said if I wanted to enrole, and I told him that sadly I didn’t commint any registered crime to be considered a criminal deserving or free collegue classes, but he told me that I could come anyway! This place is so nice and I never though I would have the opportunity to go to collegue! And with my ‘sister’ of all people!”

“Wait, wait” She tried to stop him “You...you didn’t infiltrate here...you....tell me this is somehow part of Cabrón’s plan to get me out of here”

“So, in the end the only thing we had to do to get you out of here is finish the classes! A fool proof plan! Mist, you know what they say, if you can’t get your ‘niece’ out of prision back to her ‘family’, bring the ‘family’ inside prision that’s actually an university! This is going to be so fun~♪”

Still in her room, Santana looked at Jesús, impassive. For a long time while the one who she though will be her saviour keep hugging the cow in the room.

Then she exploted, and keep shouting spanish swears for 2 minutes. Jesús  covered the cow’s hears. Then she started crying

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME! YOU LOCK ME UP WITH MONSTERS, YOU PRETEND YOU ARE DEATH FOR MONTHS, YOU LIE TO ME ABOUT PEOPLE CARING ABOUT ME AND YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE YOU... THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GET ME OUT OF HERE” She shouted with all her anger, she didn’t care that the rest of the floor would complain about spanish insult fights.

“But they care about you” He corrected, trying to sound comprehensive.

“They were all calling for a stupid potion, and you fucking knew it, Jesús!” She keep shouting, this time a little softer. All her hopes, all the freedom she dreamed to have, all her dreams of not seeing again people who knew too much about her, all the hopes to maybe see Elise again, shattered.

“You know they love to use excuses to pretend they are though guys who don’t care when they are all a bunch of softies” He said with a smile like it was obvious

“No, they pretend to care to get things from...me!” She said. “And you are the worst! Do you know how much things I said juST BECAUSE I THOUGH I WOULDN’T SEE THEM AGAIN??” She said, thinking about Quinn and Puck, but hell, Marley and Sam also knew way too much. And now she had a fucking cow familiar, how much time could she hide her? In the moment they discover her, all the Mentiras lies will get exposed, and everyone will know that she is a fucking rotten.This was the moment when every decision she ever took was a fucking BIG AND HUGE MISTAKE. “I hate you! I hate you!” She said, throwing illusory knives at him. Wich he dodged with a smile. “How did you even find my room?”

“Oops, you are so great at illussions as usual, Mist!” He congratulated her with a smile. “I asked door by door, of course. But do not fear! if your first year hasn’t been so great, I will take care that the next ones are the best year of your life!”

“HOW ARE THEY GOING TO BE THE BEST WHEN I HAVE THIS STUPID COW?!” She shouted and started crying. Why everything has to go so Wrong. Always. It could had been better if she got caught and hda cool memorable death at least. Like, it would be awful because she would be dead but it was better than this.

Jesús looked at the cow, and the cow looked back. “I think someone needs a big hug”

“GET OUT BOTH OF YOU AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!”

[tanhuishan-blog1]

Prow week 4: Self-discovery

Hi, I did some discovery of myself. Figured it would be hard to read my handwriting so I'm typing. I branched into my influences, both musically and non-musically, my heroes, music that has influenced me, what is significant in my life, things I do not know about myself. Firstly, my musical influence was my childhood bestie Michelle. I was interested in the piano because I heard her play Fur Elise one day at her house and was so captured by it. Then I told my dad I wanted to play the piano, but it’s true I lost interest in it after a while. I learnt up until Grade 3 in Beijing when I was like 10 years old but when I came back to Singapore I didn’t touch the piano for 4 years. Then I went back to it again, started from Grade 1 again under a private teacher and we only played fun songs and did not go into exam pieces. 

My mother then decided that it is not working out for me because I am still not taking any graded exams so she enrolled me under Christofori. I changed teachers 3 times because they had to return to their hometown and the learning was really disruptive. So when I was in secondary 4, I got a grade 3 classical and I decided that’s it for me. I feel that I do not like classical music but I really enjoy Pop music which I only ventured when I learnt that chords existed in Musicianship. I’m the kind that reads scores but coming into Dmat made me use my ears more, it was hard at first, and I battled with that hatred towards practising piano and my passion for writing lyrics, I decided I wanted to stay so I wrote the song Do it for yourself last year.

Another one of my non-musical influences are marvel movies. Mainly because avengers have been a real hot topic since last year and I really liked Spiderman since young. I think Spiderman is quirky, fun and has a way with girls. Like a decent guy that has a bad boy charm. I'm attracted to guys like that. Surprise, it might be due to Spiderman. 

I will talk about my heroes. I first got into music and having my own playlist in 2008. My sister was singing You belong with me, it was playing during my school’s gymnastic class, it happened to play on MTV on Tv while I was painting. (I actually wanted to be a painter when I was younger from 6 to 8, I enjoyed painting in art class a lot and the art variety show on Tv inspired me. But discovering Taylor Swift made me change my ideas on who I want to be. I am a dreamer and I have always been asking who I want to be, for me it always has been something unconventional and expressive and fun so I think I have been very gravitated towards Art stuff since young). So I went to my mum’s boxed computer and searched Taylor Swift on Safari and I came across Our song, You belong with me, Love story. It was 2008 and she had Fearless and her studio album released. I checked out her entire discography because I really liked the quirkiness of You belong with me, that princess charming save the damsel in distress thing in Love story. (Simply at 7 years I think I just really loved the melody, it was inviting). I loved her songs because there were all sung from the heart. I didn't know then but I know now that I am really drawn to lyrics, its the first thing I care about in a song, then the chords and then the instruments. I really loved the way she poured her heart out and made me feel along with the melodies what she felt. Later on when I had my first crush at the age of 9 I really related to her songs. 

Her influences are like what I expected, singer-song writers like James Taylor and the Beatles main vocalist who she said made her feel like she was inside his mind when hearing him sing. I listened to their songs just now and they were the style Taylor kinda has and I like it. I think that’s the Chinese saying that you love the dog you will love the house, so basically you usually like what the person you likes likes, haha. 

TS was when I was studying in Western Academy of Beijing, I stayed overseas from 6 to 10, so I had four years of awesome western exposure. I was really bubbly and extroverted there because expression oneself was encouraged. When my dad said I should come back to Singapore for stricter education while he was still working in the overseas embassy, I became more introverted. I became quiet because the teachers didn’t like me to talk in class, it was disruptive for them. 

I got into Exo because everyone was talking about them in secondary 1 and I was actually a fan of 2pm back then. In primary school, Kpop fans raved about 2pm, in my sec school people raved about Exo. It wasn’t because of people that I chose to Stan Exo, it was the extent their music got me hooked I listened all the songs on repeat. It was 2014 and growl was out. Growl came out a few months after wolf and honestly I’m not a fan of growl which most people are, I love wolf, up until today it is still the song I would pick if I needed to have a catharsis session. I love the sample noise of the wolf, that Chinese oriental sound, the cricket screeching introduction and the very very heartthrobing rap lyrics. It goes like “I’ll eat you up with more refine than (drinking) wine. (Its literal and not sexually) Ah, but the strength in my toenail weakens, so my appetite yeah is gone. ... Get a grip. How’d you get your heart stolen by a human? (this was rapped by Sehun and its just such an adorable line for Korean hearthrobs)” 

And I love the heavy bass and the sawtooth wave drops, it keeps me really hooked to the song. First Kpop song ever, 2pm’s without you. I didn't want to touch Kpop ever but my uncle installed a Korean song to the phone he gave me so I listened to it on loop because it was the only song, I was hooked immediately, I loved the sad acoustic vibes. That’s when I got into Kpop. I always made sure I knew what the lyrics are through youtube and slowly developed an understanding of Korean. I liked Exo’s discography a lot especially songs like What is love, Moonlight, Baby don't cry. This, I only realised last year was because exo does r&b, pop r&b and alternative r&b and I loved R&b, I only realised when people asked me what genre of music I like. Turns out songs on my playlist are mainly R&b.  Yeah, so I started writing Korean lyrics in secondary school, It was about this guy I was head over heels for four years, yup. Exo’s chanyeol likes Coldplay who was inspired to form the band because of Scottish band Travis which I have read their biography and heard their song but it doesn’t interest me so I won’t go there.

The first piece I wrote was when I was ten and I fought with my cousin, we were singing with each other and I accidentally tore the lyrics sheet lol so I Lied to her and said I lost it and wrote a song about how I’m sorry for ripping her lyrics. It went like “I'm sorry for ripping your lyrics, ripping your lyrics but I’m not sorry for that because you did things worser than I did”. After that I just wrote lyrics whenever the inspiration came and during my primary school days I would share them with my friends and ask for their opinion. During secondary school as well but I never ever made the effort to find the keys to make them into a song until I came to Dmat. Now I know how to find the keys because I have my ears trained. If you are interested, I have written nearly 500 pieces of lyrics of what I had an idea would turn out into a song. And for the guy I was really crazy for, I was so inspired to write daily I wrote like 250++ songs about how I felt about him because it was really the first time I felt like I liked someone a lot. This is why I picked Dmat although I originally wanted to study vocals at Sota, the audition didn’t work out so I wanted to test my potential as a lyricist. I feel like I have real potential in song writing and honestly am more interested in song writing than production. I’ll see how it goes after this year. 

And I brainstormed more but I can’t summarise everything about me in a post so I leave one more para. I asked my friends what are 3 things I might not know about myself and they said I am super blur, nice and helpful and I have a unique fashion sense. One friend said I need to develop thicker skin and I was like wow I thought I was one of the more shameless people out there. Yeah and Melissa my bestie said one quality which I have not observed which is that I am not easily affected by people’s opinion and really have a stand and assertiveness. What I and others know clearly is that I really know what I want in life and I will stop at nothing until I get it. A little dangerous but for what it is worth I’ll keep going. 

In conclusion, I will write a song based on this trait that I have and all humans have, to fall in love. Well, I have someone I like and I already wrote a song about it so let’s just go with it. I’m gonna make sure people feel my song and not find it sappy.