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#newagevyntage a HIGHLY sporadically active, indie. sel. pri. oc multimuse home to casey holton-ryder and lillie jóhannsson , a loving ( but damaged ) uncle/niece duo
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“You can be anyone you want to be. Anyone.”
Saving Mr. Banks (2013)
𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 .
Even in his fragmented, scattered state of mind, he knows that there’s no coming back from this. This has always been where the line was drawn. This was the nightmare hypothetical that loomed over his every decision, the it-can-never-happen that crept in the background of his choices. He always swore that, no matter how bad it got, it would never come to this — Lillie would never see him at his worst, she would never have to bear his bullshit. Every carefully-timed injection, every night spent away from home because he was too fucked up, it had all been to avoid this, and now it’s happening, it’s happening, it can’t be happening.
Hazy, horror-filled eyes are torn away from her face only to look down at the concerned dog. A shaking hand scratches the top of Fenrir’s head, the softness of his fur the first pleasant sensation he’s felt in hours.
❛ Lilliepad, you sh… ❜ He’s beset upon by chills. ❛ … You should go home, baby. ❜
She should go home, she knows this. At the end of the day, this isn’t her problem, she shouldn’t be borrowing trouble when she doesn't have to. She should turn on her heels and head for the bus station now —
But she was never one to make the best choices, now was she?
“ Where’s the Thunderbird? ” Maybe, inside will be a jacket to help quell those horrible shakes, “ Where’s your phone? ”
Maybe, if his phone had a charge, she could call Tallah and she could take care of Hawk. Right. Someone else should be taking care of him. She is just a child, she shouldn’t be able to handle this as well as she does.
“ I can help you find the car before I head home. ”
❛ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎; 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢. ❜
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An interwoven folklore & supernatural & horror based universe painstakingly adored by sean, with original characters & au based canons alike, stretched over eight blogs. An exploration of friendship & pain, family & loneliness. All blogs are sporadically active, indie. pri. sel. 21+
𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 .
Hawk flashes a smile at Lillie, taking his time as he fishes around in his pocket for his lighter. Locating it, he lights up and takes a long drag, making sure to responsibly exhale away from the children. He continues to stand there, eyes on his daughter for a good long while — a wordless paternal shaming — before deciding that he’s tortured her enough and turning his attention elsewhere. He scans the group of kids, taking in all their faces, and gives a small nod.
❛ Thanks, guys. Good job. No rush. I’m in the Thunderbird; when y’all are done here, just climb in and I’ll take you home. ❜
He gives Lillie another look, then turns around and makes his way back toward the parking lot, taking his time as he goes.
Once he feels the security of pavement beneath his feet again, he takes off his boots one at a time and pours out the accumulated sand. Before getting back into his car, he takes another drag of his cigarette and glances back at the distant sight of the bonfire. Hawk shakes his head, laughing incredulously to himself. Thank fuck that worked.
Parenting is still new, strange. He isn’t used to being the responsible one. He’d spent his whole life up until now still seeing himself as a dumb, worthless kid of seventeen — but shit, somewhere between Chico and LA he ended up grown.
And all of them are babies.
He settles into the driver’s seat and waits, carelessly hanging the cigarette-wielding hand out the open window and playing some music.
God, she is never going to live this down. Her friends are going to tease her about this for weeks — or maybe even longer, she can feel it now. She stoops over, grabbing sand with her now empty solo cup and pouring it over the flames in an attempt to quell the fire, all while her friends chuckle and laugh behind her.
“ Your dad seems cool, ” the one friend that hadn’t stepped up to embarrass her spoke from behind a cup of water, “ If any of our dads found us out here doing this, they probably would have fed us to the seagulls or roasted us over the bonfire. ”
“ There is still time for that, ” Lillie knows well that her dad is going to be the most chill about pretty much anything by miles, but the embarrassment and shame still won’t go away. She was sure that her note was going to be enough to get away with this – unfortunate as this whole thing is, she’s glad she didn’t get a full scolding.
But that might come later, behind closed doors when all of her friends are safely at home.
The teens work together to clean up their part of the beach and with her tail tucked between her legs, Lillie walks her friends to the parking lot. The other teens titter and laugh to themselves while Lillie stays silent, each slipping into the car as they were instructed to do. The girl with the box dyed hair, Tabby, pulls her phone out of her pocket to use as a faux-microphone, “ And here we are at the scene of Lillian’s execution— ”
“ Will you guys shut the fuck up? Literally so annoying, ” Lillie sinks into the passenger seat as her friends erupt into laughter. She refuses to look at Hawk.
𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 .
It was supposed to be a faceless stranger, someone to threaten and then immediately forget as he crept away into the dirty bowels of the city. He was supposed to be guiltless, allowed to resent the disturbance, given free reign to lash out against the eyes watching him as though he were some sort of feral animal. It was not supposed to be his little girl. She was supposed to be with her boyfriend — or was she supposed to be at home? He can’t remember. It doesn’t matter. She’s not supposed to be here. She can’t be here.
She’s not here. He’s dreaming. He’s hallucinating. His fractured conscience has left his body and taken the form of the worst possible outcome, shaming him, sickening him further. That’s not his daughter’s voice, broken and small; it’s just his mind playing tricks on him, torturing him. It has to be. Because if it isn’t, that means —
For perhaps the first time in his entire life, his mind stops itself before it can go any further. It doesn’t mean anything because she’s not here. She cannot be here. She is at home. She is at Joshua’s. She is with friends. This is nobody, or this is someone else, and he needs to find his car and shoot up.
❛ You’re not here. Lillie, baby, you’re not here. ❜
If she turned and left now, would he remember she was there? Would he be haunted by the thought of her being there? Has this happened to him before, stumbling around some back alley way while envisioning her before him? Possibly a more important question still — would she be able to handle the idea of leaving him here like this? It’s not exactly like she can call someone and tell them he is here, looking like roadkill and acting like a cornered dog with perceived strangers that cross his path. Is this how he normally is when he isn’t looking strong for his family?
Despite what her mind tells her, what she thinks might be the smarter idea, she steps forward — or, more accurately, lets Fenrir pull her toward him.
“ N-no, it’s me. I’m right here. ” for better or for worse, I’m here. It's not going to be pretty, no matter how this plays out, no matter if she left or stayed, but she thinks it might be worse if she lied and leaned into his delusions, “ I was heading home after my date with Joshua… Fenny smelled you and pulled me over here. He wants to say hi. ”
𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 .
It was late, and she knew she would likely get a stern talking to for not messaging, but he phone died and Joshua left his at home, so she made her way to a bus stop with Fenrir in tow, the hood of the massive hoody Joshua lent her pulled up over her head for warmth. Fenrir, strayed from her after a moment of walking, barking and pulling her down an alley. At first, she assumed it was some film cliché; Fenny must have seen a cat, and is losing his shit over it. It took her a moment to remember that sort of barking means he’s seen someone he recognizes.
Oh, God. What is she looking at? Logically, she knows it’s Hawk. Logically, she knows that he is strung out and angry and probably confused. And logically, she knows she shouldn’t make this her problem; she may care for him, she may love him and cherish him, but she is only a kid, and she shouldn’t have to see this.
It’s a horrible sight, like a car crash or road kill; it’s awful and it makes her absolutely sick but she can’t look away. His features are the same, his imposing frame and thick, unmanaged curls the same as she saw him earlier this morning, but he looks completely different to her now. Maybe the performance he puts on for her works much better than she originally thought.
“ D-... Daddy? ” This has to be a dream. She knows she shouldn’t see him like this. Lillie pulls the hood off of her head, staring in absolutely bewilderment. / @skullfck
𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 .
❛ Younger. But I’m trailer trash. You’re a proper young lady. ❜
And he knows that he shouldn’t have started as young as he did. Everything that ever happened to him happened when he was too young, as though the rural poverty of Chico’s outskirts had carved out his path before he was even born. The dusty trailer park kids were expected to have their first beer before they were ten and learn to shoot a gun before they learned to spell. If he hadn’t played his role so well, perhaps he wouldn’t be where he is now.
Going by that same logic, though, that means Lille has probably been expected to do party drugs already. Rich kids indulge in thoughtless hedonism much more cleanly, but they still do. This has crossed his mind before; he forbids his guys from selling within ten miles of her school, and to check IDs if somebody looks too young.
❛ You don’t wanna end up an alcoholic like me, do ya? ❜
“ It’s cute of you to think that I’m not already on the fast track it is. I have been stealing airplane shooters from markets years before I met you, ” it’s supposed to be a joke, it’s supposed to make Hawk laugh, but the minute the words come out of her mouth she realizes that it might just sound more worrying than funny. Quickly, she adds a forced ‘ I’m just joking ’, as if to soften the blow.
“ Also-... Also! Proper young lady my ass. In what fuckin’ universe? I swear, I steal -- for fuck’s sake dad, I show my ankles. I’m of the devil -- or at least half of my classmates parents think that, ” it’s true -- somehow, in the most childish twist she could think of, rumors of Lillie being a Satan worshiper has gone around; not by her fellow classmates, but by the sad, miserable PTA moms that are likely frustrated that her young, attractive dad hasn’t made moves on them yet. She remembers one of the popular girls turning up, hand on her hip like she owned the world, genuinely saying “ My mom says you worship the devil ” like that was some sort of flex.
But, she said she did, so that probably didn’t help her case any.
“ Don’t be a coward. Just show me how to make them. ”
The Witcher | 2.05 Turn Your Back
this is so meta but lillie is a tumblr rper and i am legit going to make a character for her to reference/write jnabshdf
i might even go insane and make graphics that are like, of her character. that she made. all i know is that this character of hers is a shitty canon from an in-universe teen drama
GERALT AND CIRI
The Witcher Season 2 exclusive clip
may i offer you another hawkcore tattoo idea @skullfck
millie bobby brown wearing versace for halloween, 2021
𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘 .
It’s funny, the way people try to deny him after the damage has already been done. Everyone hates him until they find their way to his bed, where they are all too willing to be, and then they hate him even more once they’ve left. Perhaps the hatred is what makes them want him so badly. He’s everyone’s favorite source of shame, an object to be desired and detested in equal parts.
❛ You certainly found it ‘cute’ the other night. ❜
“ Seriously, shut up. ”
That certainly is part of it; guilt was something he was taught to embrace as a child, something he was told we all should possess. We are all guilty because we are alive and have wants, and God, does he want Zero.
Is it because he can’t? Is it because it’s taboo? Taboo to who? Hawk is supposed to be his only exception, something he fought hard with himself to keep. So why then was he so... attracted to Zero?
“ You’re little ‘catty’ thing might be cute to other people, but it isn’t to me. You’re just annoying. ”
valentina.
It isn’t often that she gets to see Lillie. Birdie, ever-protective and ever-suspicious, does his damndest to ensure she stays far away from his loved ones — and, for the most part, she tries to oblige; after all, she wants him to learn to love her, and he can only take so much antagonizing with that temper of his. The most she usually sees of his lovely daughter are brief glimpses when she drops by their apartment unannounced, just before Hawk barks at the child to go to her room; perhaps, once in a while, she’s able to exchange words with her, offer a small hello, but it’s awfully rare. Usually, their interactions begin and end with a gift given from a safe distance — whether through Hawk or by delivery — just so that the girl knows she’s thinking about her.
So, naturally, it comes as a surprise to see her at her door. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless — and it’s probably safe to assume that it won’t stay pleasant, given the look on Lillie’s face. She can’t blame her, she supposes; Hawk has surely said ugly things about her, putting frightening ideas into the poor thing’s head.
❛ Of course, darling, right this way. Make yourself at home. ❜ She steps aside and welcomes in both girl and puppy, closing the door gently behind them.
She had never seen the inside of Valentina’s house. In fact, she hasn’t seen her much at all, save for the occasional visit, but Hawk always stood between them. And after she left, like clockwork, Hawk would turn on his heels and tell Lillie not to talk to her, not to seek her out. Lillie figures he would be very mad if he knew she was here, and likely Valentina would tell him, although Lillie isn’t sure if it would be in the form of a taunt or genuine excitement.
Fenrir pressed his little body into Lillie’s leg, dragging her out of her head; if her dog could sense her apprehension, then surely Valentina could too. She breathes.
“ It’s really pretty in here, ” instead of looking at her host, she surveys the area; Valentina’s tastes seem much more modern than Lazarus’, though clearly rich with history. Lillie decided, if she were to live an immortal life, this is how she would do it, “ It’s inspiring. ”
Now she’s stalling.
hawk.
❛ That’s ‘cause I want you to need me to make ‘em. ❜
All that stressing about being a shit father and I’m gonna give her alcohol.
❛ I don’t need a call from one of your rich friend’s parents askin’ why my kid’s making everybody ice cream cocktails, and how you even know how to do that. ❜
Granted, he knew how to make this shit when he was a kid, taught by one of his friends. But he was trailer trash, doomed to be an alcoholic anyway. He wants better for Lillie, even in the small ways. But, damn, it’s hard to know how short or how long he should make the leash without coming off as a hypocrite or a buzzkill.
He makes his way to the kitchen, assuming she’ll stay in tow, and fishes out the ingredients from the freezer and the liquor cabinet.
“ C’mon, dad. It’s not like I’d be able to make them without you anyways. I mean, where would I even be able to get the alcohol for it? ” That’s easy, and she knows that Hawk would know just how she would be able to get it, but it doesn’t stop her from pretending -- eyes batting in mock innocence.
“ I’ve got a reputation to uphold here. They gotta think I’m the cool rule breaker. Gives their little rich lives some spice. They’d be so bored -- and boring -- without me. ”
She’s the friend that does things with reckless abandon, the one that will test things just to see what happens. She never turns down a dare, even if it means she could get in trouble -- but when was the last time she was caught doing anything considered “bad”? She watches over his shoulder as he makes the cocktails with intent; she’ll learn how to make them one way or another.
“ When did you learn how to make these? Hmm? Were you my age? Or younger? ”
