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clownpool‌:

Adam had waited all day to see that face through the bakery windows. He had been told he had a face for the front of the business, but he spent most of his time in the back decorating cake orders.  He was terrible at keeping a till anyways– math wasn’t anything he was ever good at. Honestly, baking made him feel good. It was a way to express himself in colors, and shapes and sweetness. It was perfect for him to find that calling in life. It was even more perfect because from the back of the house, he could check on his mobile device for text messages from Sun (KAL? MIN? WHAT HIS LAST NAME IN SELKIE IM WHEEZING). Sometimes he’d check instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter, anything to check up on the other.

Sun made him feel crazy, but not in a bad way. He made Adam’s head spin in dizziness from smiling way too much. He made his heart beat abnormally fast in more that one way, and he made it as though he were swept off his feet any time they’d hold hands. And while it was mostly through Adam’s initiation at first, the baker was starting to notice a change in things. It was a good change. It turned crazy into hopeful. It turned delusions into reality. It caused Adam to think even more optimistically than he already had been. And it felt amazing. He was happy.

Finally happy. He’d finally overcome the clumsiness and awkwardness that was his own being, and he was finally, or so it felt, accepted for who he was.

Adam knew he wasn’t anyone’s top choice, not with his bird brain, no, but the words that spilled over Sun’s mouth made him feel so, as he pulled off an apron and beamed on over. He hardly had time to announce a shift break, because he was too busy shuffling around with a small cupcake box in his hands. Coordination was… not his strongest suit. Luckily Sun would be there to catch him in his arms, once he lunged for a hug.

“ Hiiiii. I made you something! “ He extended a cupcake box. “ Let’s sit over here.” He reached for a spare hand to take, and began to pull in the front corner of the cafe. 

There it was-- that smile that he always loved seeing. It was the one thing that could brighten any of his days. It may as well be better at lightening his mood than even coffee could, at this point. He couldn’t help the happy, ecstatic giggle of a laugh that fell from his lips when Adam lunged for his arms. Yes, he catch. He was happy to catch him, always. He squeezed his arms around the other boy tightly, making sure, though, to not squish the box that he had seen in his hands. 

He took a moment to breathe in all that was Adam Lee, which could easily be confused with the scents that were just around the bakery, but he was so used to relating it all to the boy in his arms, that the two things became synonymous with each other. Could he even dare to look at a cupcake ever again without thinking of this boy? Most likely, no. 

The moments of embrace were over all too soon though, but welcome, even, as it put that smiling face back into his view. Yet again, the happiness on Adam’s face, and the happiness that he felt churned at the pit in his stomach for his own fears of his words to come. He smiled, still, happily, gratefully at the box, and to the boy handing him the box. 

He sighed as his hand was held, and he was pulled towards a table, unable to stop the words that came spilling out of his mouth. “You’re perfect.” It came out in a breath of air, and it caused even the mightiest Sun Min to flush at what he’d said. “I-- thank you.” The pit of a grim reminder continued to sit in his chest, but he continued to smile. “How’s your day been?”

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clownpool‌:

“Eat. I’m honGRy.” He grumbled, with a shift in his gaze. AND, “My phone is still only at 63%, I need to charge it more, because that fucking UBER driver’s chORD suCKED ASS.” He rolled his eyes at that especially after loudly slamming that door. There was no way that guy was getting a good tip. Who was paying for this uber anyways? NOT HIM he hoped.  

So far this trip was just a pain, and he was starting to wonder if there would be any fun to have. It really didn’t matter because there was a twinkle in an eye that he’d been searching for, and was honestly too dumb to notice. and, max for the most part, thought a party meant, a boy-gorl ordeal in the abandon skateparks in his neck of the woods. Vegas? It was a treat he had yet to experience, and he wouldn’t let on that he was elated to share that experience with Sun.  But again, that was… gay.

“Let’s get pizza.” He grabbed at Sun’s forearm to try and drag him into a direction that likely wasn’t for pizza. They could find a pizza joint along the strip, right? “You’ve been here before, show me the pizza, and then we party.”

Sun rolled his eyes at the other boy, though he wouldn’t admit it was more out of a feeling of warmth towards him being dumb than anything else. “First of all, Maximiliano, you don’t need your phone. You’re going to be too busy to check it anyways, and I have mine on me, and it’s fully charged. Just turn the thing off, and it’ll be perfectly fine in the morning.” No, what kind of inviter would Sun Min be if he planned on making Max pay for an uber, or basically anything else on this evening, right? He handed over some tiP to the uber driver, and that meant it was time to yeet. 

However, this did not mean it was time to yeet to the pizza place. He’d heard Max say that he was hongry before, but he was trying to choose to ignore it. He tilted a head in Max’s direction, gazing at him with sparkly eyes of literal pure mischief as he pulled his arm back from Max’s grasp, only to grab at Max’s literal hand with his own. Yes, bench. You read that right. Sun grabbed Max’s hand. 

“Second, I told you to eat before we left. You can just get something from the bar.” He shrugged his shoulders up, still hand-in-hand with Max as he started dragging him to a bar that he was already very much familiar with. “The party waits for no one. C’mon. Let’s go.”

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emittingauras‌:

He still had the scar on his side from where she’d stabbed him. Most people wouldn’t consider that to be the beginning of anything, let alone a relationship, but Kraven admired Daisy’s boldness. Yes, even if it had been in the act of murdering someone else. He’d spent years trying to figure out who he was and how he could fit into the rest of society with at least some ease, which oftentimes meant hiding his actual interests (most people didn’t consider cutting open bodies to see what was inside as a good hobby) but that had never stopped Daisy. Despite how twisted it really was, Daisy’s ability to actually be herself, even though it was something people would look down upon, had always seemed incredibly brave to Kraven.

But her interests often kept her around living people, while his kept him to the dead. He hadn’t expected to run into her again, not after their unfortunate breakup and the end of high school. And yet, here she was regardless, in his morgue, when he was just elbow-deep in a man’s chest.

“I don’t think they put the pathologist’s name on the outside of the morgue,” He continued with a shake of his head. It still didn’t answer why she had made an appearance in his morgue, of all places. But it did cross off one possibility: that she was there for him, had somehow learned he worked there all these years later.

“I’m…ah…still sort of in the middle of a procedure here,” he nodded to the corpse’s open chest cavity on the metal table. “Did um…someone send you in here? Or…are you next of kin for someone in there…?” He then nodded his head toward the lockers where other bodies whose examinations were still in process, whether because of ongoing investigations or because he was waiting for test results to finish. But even in a room with dead bodies, Kraven was glad to see Daisy again. “I’m just…not sure how to help you.”

Daisy Song rarely, if ever, felt flustered. She’d always been able to come up with a good lie, staring people straight in the face without so much as a blink while she spoke to them falsely. Nothing ever surprised her enough to the point where she couldn’t think up words to speak, and nothing, absolutely nothing, ever stunned her to the point where she couldn’t stop staring into someone’s eyes. Not the face. The eyes. 

The familiarity of the past was so jarring, and yet she found herself unable to look away, almost as if she could feel her insides starting to warm up again for the first time in what had to be since high school. Surely the warmth from inside was radiating onto her cheeks. She could feel it, the heat coming off of her cheeks as nothing but a dead body stood between her and her first love. It was practically a mirror of the first time they’d spoken-- the time when she... drove a knife into his side. A couple of times. Maybe three. 

She knew he was speaking words, and she was hearing them, slightly, but it was almost as if she were underwater, and he was just above the surface trying to talk to her. It was the same for the air that she barely felt like she was breathing. In fact, was she breathing? She had to check, and she was holding in a breath. She released it, playing it off as if it were a sigh instead. 

“I-- uh, no. I’m not--” she shook her head slowly. “no one-- no. I just...” Again, she was having trouble coming up with a lie. The surprise of seeing him had barely worn off. Should she feel so surprised, ending up finding him in a morgue of all the places? She knew what he’d wanted to do. With all of the stray body parts she had to find for her father, shouldn’t she have assumed that eventually she’d run into the face from the past? She glanced down to the body that he’d gestured to, hardly affected by the sight, given how many bodies she’d seen like that. But her eyes fluttered back to him. 

Yes, a literal flutter. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, I just--... I-It’s been a long time.” Still, she gave no reason of being here in the first place, but she could hardly think straight, let alone remember why she’d come. 

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emittingauras‌:

Jo smiled in return to Daisy. Outsiders would assume that they were only joking, but it wouldn’t be something that Daisy would joke about. Aunt Patti had hidden those knives away for a reason. “Gloves. Right. I’ll have to see if I have any at the bottom of my closet,” She nodded. Could Jo actually bring herself to stab Goldie? She didn’t know exactly, though there were certainly a few times that o had felt angry and frustrated enough that she was pretty sure she could stab someone. Dad and Aunt Patti wouldn’t be too happy if it got back to her…but at least she could always run to Daisy and Uncle Nemo. Maybe he’d even take her out for ice cream, the way he did for Daisy.

Maybe.

“That just means that you have to get more speakers to play it loud enough,” Jo considered and then followed with a shrug. “I mean, your ears might bleed in the process, I’ve never actually played it that loud, but I’m sure you could still probably drown out your dad slamming doors.” It would be something she could try, at least. And Jo couldn’t blame Daisy for wanting to drown out the arguing - Jo certainly felt the same when Dad and Renjae got into an argument. Concealing their words behind closed doors didn’t do much to help, not when she’d wake up early in the morning to see one or the other on the couch with a borrowed pillow.

But Jo didn’t want to think about her dads’ arguing, she brought her attention back to her half-sister. “She has those candied pecans she really likes, they could probably be tossed out of the window. Or anything she snatches and then hides in the nest she keeps in the walls. That’d probably get her out of the room too. What would be even better than keeping her in the walls would be if she took Annabelle and Hari and brought them in there with her,” Jo sighed. “I think yo’re right, it’d be easier if they all just decided to move into walls. You’re lucky it’s just one sister you have.”

“If you don’t have any gloves, I’d be more than happy to get you some. New ones, of course. Can’t have you going around with secondhand gloves. Well--” She paused to tap her chin in thought for a moment. “Not secondhand gloves from me, obviously. That would have my DNA all over them. Now, if we were to go to a thrift store, and find a pair of gloves there, it’s possible that there could be so many different kinds of DNA on them, that police would never be able to figure out who the true culprit of a stabbing was.” She let out a short ‘hm’ in contemplation. Perhaps she’d have to ask her boyfriend later if that were even possible to get away with. 

It was strange, of course, acting and talking like a stabbing was imminent, and that Jo would absolutely, without a doubt need to know all of these things for the future. If Daisy were truly ready to stab Goldie, and get all of this out of the way, she would never push the job on Jo. She’d just do it for herself. Sure, Mom would be mad, but Mom could always forgive her. She didn’t care about what Kyle thought. Dad would probably give her a medal. She’d be fine. Jo, however, she wasn’t sure how she’d fare knowing that she’d stabbed someone. Even annoying Goldie. 

“If the speakers didn’t do enough to drown out the noise, at least I’d be just as much of a nuisance to everyone else as they are to me. I’ll call it fair game.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Their own ears will bleed along with mine, or they learn to get along. That sounds like a fair trade to me.” 

As did the idea of throwing Goldie’s beloved items out the window. Who knew? Maybe they could find out whether or not Goldie was a flying squirrel if she tried to go soaring after her belongings? “One sister, but also one unwanted pet squirrel as well. She might be more bearable if I didn’t have to listen to her buck toothed self gnawing on nuts at all hours of the night.” Key word: might. 

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emittingauras‌:

Renjae had never gotten along with Patricia, though there was a brief time, in the past, where he’d tried harder than he had in previous years. It didn’t matter if she was Nemo’s wife or an old friend of Kyle’s. Her laugh meant she was up to no good. It did nothing to help the images of Kyle and Patricia running through his head.

“Yeah, I know the father is clearly not Nemo,” Unless Patricia had gone to see Nemo in prison, but even he knew how much Nemo didn’t enjoy the idea of being a father. Renjae didn’t know what his reaction would be, and frankly, he didn’t care. What he did care about, was his own husband, Kyle’s relation to the baby, and how Kyle participated in bringing that baby about. Of course, there was artificial insemination - it had been something they had even talked about when discussing the potential of their own children in the future. Because Kyle was gay…right?

Though there were all those times in the past that Kyle had definitely seemed to flirt with Patricia. But whether she’d told him they did or didn’t have sex…Patricia was, unfortunately, right. Renjae wouldn’t believe her. 

His hands gripped into fists at his sides. “Why did you have to choose Kyle?” He then asked, wanting some kind of answer. “There’s fertility clinics and sperm banks and…countless other ways if you wanted a baby that badly. Why did you have to rope him into your mess?”

Patricia nodded, a tiny ‘mhmmm’ drawing out from her in a humming sound as she stared at her nails in what seemed like boredom. Despite her fake boredom, however, there was a smirk etched on her face as she looked at Renjae from the corner of her sight. Yes, clearly Nemo wasn’t the father. Clearly, Nemo wanted nothing to do with a child, or else she wouldn’t have even had to go with another option. The child was about nothing but what she wanted for herself, and how she’d always wanted to be a mother. It had nothing to do with Nemo, It didn’t even have anything to do with Kyle, and it especially had nothing to do with Renjae. 

Though, if he hilariously thought that her being pregnant with Kyle’s child had anything to do with her trying to mess with him, or trying to get some sort of petty ‘revenge’ for things that had gone on in the past, well, she had no problem in allowing him to believe such things. If not to bother him, then at least for her own entertainment. It wasn’t as though she had much anyway, living solo, married, but husband in prison. Her only source of fun was the chaos she could provide other people. 

An amused chuckle fell from her lips at Renjae’s next questions. Her eyes squinted in a sort of excited delight, glinting at her knowledge, and the fact that she could backhandedly make Renjae believe even more things. “Who said I chose Kyle? What makes you think he didn’t offer? Did I rope him into it, or did he get into the saddle of his own free will? Then again, I wouldn’t tell you if that idea were true or false.”

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@clownpool​

love was a weird thing. it was easy, now to understand why people said they couldn’t remember when they’d fallen in love with somebody. when did a boy stop being a hook up, and turn into the most important thing in your life? the greatest thing that had ever happened to you, even? when did things change from ‘i can’t wait to get him into my bed’, to ‘i can’t wait to see how quickly i can make him smile today’? 

he really didn’t want anyone other than adam anymore. in the grand scheme of his life, nothing else made sense anymore. nobody else was interesting anymore. no one seemed to fill his life the way the nerdy, dumb baker boy did. despite all the prospects, and despite all of the experience he had, it all seemed to come back to adam nowadays. 

it was why he wanted a fresh start with him-- an honest look towards the future with the boy that he felt like he could be with for a long time, if not for forever. it was nerve-wracking, wondering if your honesty would be enough, or if your love would be enough to change the things you’d done in the past, but he was willing to try to make things completely right with adam. he was worth it. 

he walked into the bakery where adam worked, most likely not the smartest place to try to have a serious conversation, but sun was never really that smart to begin with. however, he smiled and sighed wistfully when he saw that beautiful boy behind the counter, despite the twisting fears that were developing in the pit of his stomach. 

he stepped up to the counter, right in front of adam. “hi, baby.” 

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emittingauras‌:

@psytricia​

Jo had done a lot of bad things. She knew she couldn’t escape her past, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to at least hide from it. So she’d smiled and agreed to go on vacation with Aunt Patti – she knew she couldn’t go back home, not after what she’d done, what she’d almost done, to Renjae. But there was a whole world out there to hide, to start fresh, so the moment she knew Aunt Patti and Uncle Nemo had fallen asleep, she’d stirred Snuffles awake and slipped out of the hotel room.

If they happened to come across her, she could simply claim she couldn’t sleep and had decided to take Snuffles on a walk.

But the hotel grew further and further and further away. As well as Jo could tell, she hadn’t been followed. That sense of freedom, the whole city open to her without restriction was exciting…but still terrifying. Especially when Jo imagined all the bad things that could happen to her in the middle of the night, this far away from home, from her Dad, from Uncle Nemo and Aunt Patti. She could have a seizure (though, thanks to her medication, it had been months since that happened), someone could mug her, she could become miserably lost…

Out of all the things she imagined, seeing a strange light in the sky wasn’t one of them. Not wanting to keep her eyes trained on the light above her, Jo turned away…but just in time to see a woman dressed in pink tumbling from the air. Jo had no idea where the girl could have come from, but falling from that height…she raced forward and pulled Snuffles along with her. Jo never considered herself incredibly strong, especially in respect to her upper body, but she still held her arms open to catch the falling woman.

“Oh my god –” Jo exclaimed. She’d managed to catch the girl in pink, but struggled to keep her in her arms. “–Are you okay? C-can I set you down?”

It felt like the final straw had been broken. Giselle wanted nothing more than to be able to live her life freely in her own kingdom, among her own people, and be with the family that claimed to love her unconditionally. She longed to be as she was, with no judgments-- to be with who she wanted to be, and to kiss who she felt like kissing without hiding away behind the trees in the castle’s gardens. She longed to spend time with the one she cared about without meeting in the dark, by candlelight. 

It was a thought, long had. Running away could solve problems, but what if she were found? What if she were simply dragged back? What if they put her to death for trying to abstain from her duties just so she could have a whirlwind romance with a commoner-- a female one at that? Her handmaiden had taught her much, and showed her more. She showed her things about herself that she would’ve otherwise tried to hide. She was grateful. 

Despite this, and despite the connection that Giselle had felt with her handmaiden, the other woman’s fears matched Giselle’s all the same, and only magnified. 

Giselle had found a way into another realm-- another universe where she’d hoped things could be different. She’d hoped she’d be able to have her relationship with her lover without fear of judgment, or worse yet. She was optimistic. It was not so with her handmaiden. She refused to come, worried, of course, that they’d either be found before they could escape, or this new universe would simply be like their own, and it would be a trip wasted. 

The princess couldn’t accept this, and told her handmaiden that she’d no longer live the way they were living. Though it pained her to part, she would do just that, if she must. 

So, carrying her squirrely companion along, she had journeyed her way to the enchanted fountain, allowing herself the brief wondering of if this whole situation could be trusted. With all the encouragement in the world from her animal friend, she took the jump.

Falling, falling, falling.

Right out the sky now, it appeared, as she flipped upside down in the air, the sounds of her yelling echoing through it all. 

It seemed like ages before she’d landed, fearing a crushing death onto the streets the whole way down. Luckily, she was caught. She blinked as her companion, Alvin, joined her from the sky, falling onto her chest, and looking rather flustered.

With a sigh of relief, she turned her eyes upon her savior. Her eyes filled with stars as she looked upon the beauty of the lady that held her in her arms. “Oh, kind maiden. How could I ever thank you for saving me from such certain death?”

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@clownpool​

UH-OH WHAT’S THIS SELKIE LIVES?

the idea in general had been a crazy one. he wasn’t sure where he’d come up with the idea. was he drunk when he offered the idea up to max? he didn’t recall being so. in fact, he was probably more sober than normal, if not slightly caffeine-deprived. so what, exactly, had it been that lead sun min to invite max rojas, of all the people in the world, to go to las vegas with him. 

they’d made it there through a slightly-tense uber ride (thank god they lived close to vegas), and were just making their way into the doors of the first bar of the night, considering sun’s big plans were to bar-hop all night and head back to a hotel for some rest before going their separate ways, and perhaps forgetting that they ever legitimately hung out together. 

sun narrowed his eyes in the direction of the other boy, trying to gauge his reaction, not really knowing him to be much of a party-going type. “okay, newbie,” he smirked at the boy through a twinkle in his eyes. “what do you want to do first?” 

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clownpool‌:

–––––– 니모 ; ( @psytricia ) : Mount& Make Up

With a wrinkle in his chin as she tried her hardest to combat against him, he pressed. A whimper coming from her pained his ears. The fear broke through. There was a thought he couldn’t deny–– that perhaps he was hurting her this time. And if all they did was hurt each other than why did the fire still burn in his heart? Why had he felt better at the sound of her voice despite the troubling words she’d said? Why couldn’t he even begin to think of turning away? He pressed on, even if his foot was at risk for a broken bone. There was no amount of pain he’d endure that would replace the pain in knowing he’d never see her again.

He pressed even if there was a secret fear that she’d blast him away.  He didn’t care. He only wanted to see her and to be with her. The tiny cries and sobs from the other door caused his heart to sink because he knew she felt the same way. The heartache of possibly losing her, and the heartache of her wanting to never see him again weighed against that door but stirred the determination to work with force against it. If she wanted him gone, she’d, likely, have to blast him. Given the tone in her voice, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it were to happen at all.

With that thought in mind, he braced himself. He couldn’t let fear win, and he had to prove her wrong. He had to prove everyone wrong. That she wasn’t a monster. She didn’t deserve to be locked away, and she deserved love. She deserved someone to fight for her, defend her, and protect her from those harsh words and criticisms. It was Nemo’s job to guarantee that when the entire world cast her away, he was there, he’d always be there, and even she couldn’t stop that.

The struggle seemed impossible. She’d made up her mind. She was sticking to it. They couldn’t be together. She thought she was too dangerous for him. He was starting to wonder if she’d ever believed in the two of them to begin with. It was a dark and painful thought that he pushed away almost instantly. He hadn’t at all realized his own tear-stained eyes until a single warm tear drop landed on the back of his hand that pushed against that wood. The tone to follow was as broken as his heart felt.

“But…” he sniffled, “You’re hurting me now.”  It was a broken plea for her to stop, “Much more than you ever have…”  The corners of his eyes, and tear ducts began to burn as his own groan of a sob followed along with the whisper. “Please just let me in.”

His own forehead rested against the door, as a couple of more broken sniffles resumed until the door finally her strength began to give out. The exchange of words issued his and her greatest fear. That she had the ability to take his life from him. In that defense, and with the door ajar, “I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t care what you think will happen to me. I trust you, and my life is already yours.  Don’t you think?”

He shook his head, taking a firm step into the room. The blurry and watery vision in front of him was but an outline of the girl of who owned his heart. She appeared to be more scared of herself than anything. The desperate teamed in strained voice. She begged him to leave, while he pleaded with her to let him stay. His chest heaved with pained inhales and exhales as he stood before her. The door still cracked open behind him, though that wasn’t even a thought.

In straining his eyes to finally see her face, he took the sleeves of his sweater to wipe his tears away. “I won’t go. I— “ he choked on another sob at the sight of her own tears, “I just want you—“

Hearing the words, ‘you’re hurting me now’, is what finally took the rest of the resolve out of her body. It’s what caused her to break away from the door, stumbling backwards, and nearly falling over under the weight of her pain. She could barely see his face through the tears that clouded her vision, but seeing him again after she’d made the clear decision that she never would after hurting people made her heart clench within her chest. She longed to turn away, not feeling nearly worthy enough for the flutters that she felt inside her stomach when their eyes met each other’s. 

A sob fell from her lips when he said he didn’t care what happened to him, because what happened to him was one of the most important things in her life. His well being was of the utmost importance to her. She shook her head, knowing he shouldn’t trust her. “I could kill you, Nemo. I almost did.” Her voice cracked under the memory. “That’s not the way I want to have your life-- by taking it from you like that. Maybe you don’t care what happens to you, but you’re the most important--...”

He was the most important key to her life-- to her happiness. If she knew he was okay, then everything would be okay for her. Even if she had to live without him. Even if she had to know that he was going to be happy without her. It didn’t matter if he thought he wouldn’t be. She knew he could be. She knew there’d be someone out there in the world that could light Nemo’s life up in ways she’d never be able to do for fear of what she could do to him. 

Despite him telling her that he wasn’t going to go-- that he only wanted her, she couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t allow him to think that there was any hope for either of them to be together. The hurt would only continue to grow the longer he allowed himself to stay there with her. The chances that she could do something to hurt him by accident grew the longer he stood in front of her. 

“Trusting me could be the biggest mistake you ever make in your life.” In fact, it could cost him his life. “What if it had been you? Instead of Gabs’ friend? I never wanted to hurt anyone like that, but what if I had killed you? I can’t let something like that happen again, Nemo. I can’t put you in danger like that. I’m not worth you putting your life in danger. I’m not worth this. Not when I did what I did.”

There were people she cared about. There were morals about the way that she wanted to live. There were things she would do to take care of the people who were most important to her in her life. If it meant she had to isolate herself away, to make sure that nobody would be in danger-- to make sure that everyone was safe, and happy, and most importantly, alive, then she would do it. She could sacrifice everything for them. Especially for nemo. More than anybody else. In fact, she was sure she’d give up her own life if it meant that he was safe. 

“You have to go. You have to forget about me, and let me stay away. You’ll be fine without me. There are so many people who love you, Nemo Song. You don’t need me. You need to be safe. They need you.” 

She wouldn’t tell him how much she needed him too. She couldn’t allow herself to need him anymore. Her heart was in shattered remains on the floor between them, but she couldn’t let him be the one to pick them up to try to piece them back together. Any pain she could feel was worth it, so long as she knew that he was okay. “Please. Please, just leave. I’m f-fine.” She would assert that notion, despite the fact that her voice wavered as she spoke it.

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emittingauras‌:

@psytricia​

As a pathologist, Kraven was used to the whir of machinery, the clicking of keyboards, and the movement of weights as he placed human organs on the metal scales to determine if they were of average size for the individual on the table. But otherwise, Kraven mostly worked among the silence of dead bodies.

So the footsteps of another living person certainly startled him. Whoever it was, they’d come in at a rather inopportune time. Kraven stood in his medical scrubs and a mask over his face and blood on his gloved hands because he’d just cut open a man’s chest in order to determine if heart failure was the actual cause of death (and based on Kraven’s rather odd intuition, something else seemed to be at play, but he still had to follow the routine procedure).

He lacked any time to properly clean up (he’d learned early on in his life that most people didn’t react well to the sight of blood or a large saw in a person’s hand, even if that person was a medical professional) or even put down his tool when he turned around. “Did you not see the sign outside? I’m a little busy. Whatever it is, it’ll have to – “ He stopped dead in his sentence when his eyes landed on none other than Daisy Song. His first girlfriend. His ex. A girl he hadn’t seen in years. How had she get in his morgue, of all places?

“…Daisy?” Kraven asked, because he almost wasn’t easily convinced that it was her. “What ah…what is it that you’re doing in here?”

Limbs, blood, body parts, hair, of all the weird things. Dad’s requests were starting to become more and more frequent, it seemed, the older he got, or the more Daisy tried to become interested in different guys. It was like high school, but so much worse. One date that he ended up finding out about called for ten sets of arms. Not ten arms, mind you. Ten sets of arms. She could only blame her power for this, understanding that maybe the madness was rubbing off on him too much. However, it wasn’t nice to get interested in someone, go on one date, have your father find out, and the guy end up dead if you didn’t met the strange arm demand. 

She understood that he didn’t think anyone was good enough for her, aside from maybe one person in the past, but she was a grown woman, and she should be able to make her own choices without having to harvest arms every time she so much as said ‘hi’ to a male. It wasn’t fair, and she was starting to think that, perhaps, it was some form of payback for things she’d done in high school. 

So, rather than to try to meet his demands, and potentially get into trouble with the law because there was a serial killer with what appeared to be an arm kink going around, she thought it would be best to go for the arms of those who were already deceased. How was she supposed to get away with stealing arms out of a morgue, she wasn’t sure, but she had one thing on her side, and that was determination. Mama didn’t raise a quitter. 

She was trying her best to patter quietly into that room, hardly expecting anybody to be in there. She’d get in, saw a couple of arms off of some bodies, and sneak her way to another morgue somewhere further away so that it didn’t seem too suspicious. You know-- a whole ten sets of arms disappearing from one place. It didn’t look right. 

What she didn’t expect, outside from someone being in here, was who that someone could be? The voice that she heard was all-too-familiar, and it caused a jump of beats in her heart. She hadn’t heard that voice in a long time, and once he turned around and noticed her, she felt her face heat up, almost as badly as it did the night they first met, and he’d caught her with a knife in someone’s chest. 

“K-Kraven? I’m... just... I didn’t know you worked here.” That was hardly an explanation, but she was too flustered to think of a quick lie. 

[psytricia]

clownpool‌:

–––––– GOLDIE ; ( @psytricia​ ): Ft; Silent Rage.

eyelids opened and a set of wide pupils expanded at the sight of that new loading screen. she clapped her hands together in applause, and giggled and rose to her feet in her excitement. with the bowl of chestnuts placed on the coffee table she pranced over to her mother for a quick hug. resting her head on Patricia’s shoulder she squeezed lightly to express her gratitude. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

 she had to continue. “A new fantASTIc point of vieW~~!” though, her voice wasn’t as melodic as her idol, Princess Jasmine. it was much more squeaky, though the slamming of doors, and her mother addressing the issue stopped the musical number. she tried not to frown. she knew that if Step Daddy was upset, that he had a way of making everyone else upset around him. she nodded in response to that suggestion. “He’s silly.” 

seriously. what more could a girl need other than those nerdy headphones that connected to the tv to drown out her step-father’s voice. she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, though, she was certain that it had something to do with those doors they were arguing about. another slam was issued, and she winced, shutting her eyes at the sound and shuddering her tiny shoulders. though she wouldn’t let that man take her mother’s attention away. “W-would you watch Aladdin with me? We can turn it up really loud so he can’t hear!!” 

A soft smile was the response to Goldie’s reaction. Villain or not, there was a spot of gentleness that Patricia had for a child, even if she was less of a Daisy, and more of a Goldie. Daisy was, by textbook, exactly what her child should be. While Goldie was not, nothing, especially not her boisterous personality, could shake the love of a mother. “You’re welcome, of course.” A sentence that was punctuated by stroking her daughter’s hair as she rested on her shoulder. 

Her eyes crinkled at the corners in affection for her child when she attempted to continue the song, despite the fact that Nemo was around, slamming doors as usual. She nodded her head in agreement, though she’d use a much stronger word herself to describe her husband when he got into moods like these. Something more family-friendly like ‘annoying’ might end up topping the list though. “You’re right. He’s so silly.” Though, her facial expression was more like the upside-down smiley face than anything else. 

Nemo’s words and extra door slam went ignored for the time being. If he had a problem, he could always address her with it later, or she could address him first, but her baby was asking for Aladdin, and Aladdin she would get. She pulled on Goldie’s shoulders, rubbing those shudderies all the way to the couch, because it was Mom and Daisy snuggle while watching Aladdin time. “We’ll sing as loud as we want~.”

[psytricia]

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Daisy certainly had a point, a small stab would probably keep Goldie, as well as her other sisters, far away from her stuff. Locked doors wouldn’t work when Grandpa Gil had taught Annabelle how to pick locks or when she had to share a room with Goldie. “If Annabelle can get away with bleaching Chris’ hair, Goldie can get away with stealing wallets, and Hari can somehow get away with dropping five hundred dollars at Sephora, and Chris gets blamed for all of it, I think I can get away with one stab.”

Just a warning sign at least. Just enough to make sure Goldie would stop taking her stuff.

“Next time I’m home, I’ll be sure to send it to you,” Jo nodded. “The key is to play it as loud as possible. You can’t even hear your mom and dad complaining if it’s loud enough,” She shrugged. That had worked well enough in the past, especially when she spent the night at Grandpa Simon’s, who didn’t have to worry about how loud Jo played her music. “I’m sure there’s other ways of getting Goldie to leave. Annabelle always tosses Hari’s makeup palettes out of the window whenever she wants Hari to leave.”

Of course, if Annabelle was over now, she could probably zap wherever Aunt Patti had hidden the knives for Daisy to get to them, but Jo didn’t want Annabelle to ruin the time she spent with Daisy.

“I’ll make sure to pass along the message if she’s there when I get home tonight. But I hope she isn’t - it’s nice when I don’t have to share my room. Maybe she’ll go sleep at Grandpa Simon’s or something instead.”

The image of the idea was enough to bring a grin to Daisy’s face. The little squeaks of pain, probably accompanied by a few tears gracing the corner’s of her half sister’s eyes, if they didn’t spill out over the edges, that was. Her expression was one of true delight, and would probably worry anybody that didn’t know Daisy as a person. In fact, it might worry someone who did know Daisy as a person, but she wasn’t concerned with either type of worry, to be honest. “Just make sure you wear gloves when you do it if you’re going to pin it on your brother. Can’t have fingerprints on the weapon.” She gave her cousin an amused smile, almost as if she were joking, though it was evident that it was serious advice.

“That’s a nice idea and all, but I’m not sure anything is going to drown out the sounds of Dad slamming doors back and forth when he’s angry, and Mom telling him to cool it before she makes him pay the next water bill.” Worth a shot, though, right? Maybe if she was playing Jo’s loud, angry-sounding music, she would at least have a fighting chance of competing with her loud parents. “What would you do to get rid of Goldie? Throw her nuts out the window?” She snorted a chuckle.

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if she just... stayed in walls all day, and never bothered anyone, or got in the way, or...” The finish to that sentence would have be something along the lines of ‘died’, but even she knew the limits of what she should be discussing with anybody that wasn’t her father. “We could only dream. Maybe we should stick all of our siblings in walls? I bet life would be much easier that way.”

[psytricia]

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When Patricia opened the door, Renjae looked to her stomach for any sign of pregnancy. Part of him still couldn’t quite believe it. He knew Patricia wanted a kid, but was she actually pregnant? With Kyle’s baby, of all people? He wanted Patricia to be lying, yet couldn’t think of any reason she would lie about something this big. A baby couldn’t exactly be procured out of thin air after nine months, after all. And wouldn’t it be just like Patricia to rely on an old friend to help make a baby, more so if that old friend happened to be Renjae’s husband and would undoubtedly frustrate him more than words could express?

“Perhaps? Perhaps? That’s a yes or no question. Yes, you did have sex with him, and now you’re pregnant with his baby. Or no, you didn’t, and you’re still pregnant with his baby.” No matter the situation, Renjae was not happy; but the scale of his anger would depend on what had actually lead to a baby.

“Normally,” Renjae huffed as he continued. “I wouldn’t care about your sex life,” Especially since she was married to his cousin, who he’d shared a bedroom wall with for a brief period of time. Whatever Patricia and Nemo did…Renjae didn’t want to think about it. “But, when Kyle gets involved, that is my business,” And the image of Kyle placing a hand against Patricia’s waist, that smile that he always flashed to Renjae, even Kyle tugging on a single strand of hair the way he would twirl a finger around the cluster of greys on Renjae’s own head…he couldn’t get any of that out of his head. “Tell me you’re not pregnant. That it’s not his. That he didn’t have an affair.”

She had nearly rolled her eyes. Whether or not what Renjae had asked was a yes or no question wasn’t any of her concern. She didn’t have to answer if she didn’t feel like it. If she wanted to be vague as ever, then she had every right to do so. She owed Renjae nothing, nor had she ever, nor did she believe that she would ever. They were hardly on good terms before things happened that changed who Patricia was as a person. If that were the case, why would she care to calm his worries about her situation now? 

Patricia shrugged her shoulders in response, ‘hmph’ing in response to such a question. It wasn’t up to her to tell the details, now was it? If he had a problem with the information he had, then whatever his mind made up for him wasn’t up to her to fix. It was up to his husband. She thought to grab her phone, to text Kyle and tell him to come collect his spouse, but the thought that he was this angry without even having the full story-- the idea that he wouldn’t know his husband, nor his husband’s sexuality, well enough to understand what would or would never happen, was entertaining to her. 

The last three questions drew a giggle from her. It was one of mischief-- of amusement at the situation, as she raised an eyebrow in his direction. “I am pregnant. The father is very clearly not my husband--,” given that he was in prison of course, which was Renjae’s doing, she would go to the grave saying that. “And to that last point, I’ll let your imagination continue to do whatever it’s doing. Would you believe me anyway?”

[psytricia]

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@psytricia​

Life was hard when there were two other people who shared your face, a dad who could shock you on the regular, a second dad who spent too much time shopping for clothes Jo would never wear, and an older brother who was more interested in taking pictures of himself. Home didn’t really feel like home for Jodette Patricia Gladstone.

Luckily, she always had her namesake’s house to escape to. Aunt Patti was always there to welcome her with open arms. When Jo needed time away from her too many sisters, there was Uncle Nemo to watch and Aunt Patti to listen to and Daisy to sit with.

“Annabelle stole my favorite hoodie because she insisted I was playing my music too loud,” Jo rolled her eyes as she crossed her legs after she went to sit down. “As if she isn’t just as loud when she and Hari get into an argument. On the bright side, I think I scared Goldie off yesterday while I was listening to it,” That thought did bring a faint smile to Jo’s face. Jo didn’t deliberately hate Goldie, but her half-sister not being around meant she had her own room, that she could ignore Annabelle and Hari’s wishes and play her music as loud as she wanted.

“Actually – is Goldie here now?” Jo asked. She tossed her head over her shoulder, half expecting to hear scratching against a wall or spot Goldie’s silver hair down a hallway. “Is she spending the weekend with my Dads - or did you scare her off too by sticking knives in her door again?”

Daisy shrugged at her favorite cousin, jumping, of course, to the strongest reaction to such a mild inconvenience. “A tiny stab wound to the thigh in retaliation should keep her hands off your stuff next time. At least, that’s what Mom tells me all the time. I’m still not sure if she and Dad actually do that to each other or not. Sometimes I can’t tell if she’s joking, but I also know she’d get mad at me if I tried to do that to Goldie.” 

She rolled her eyes, huffing because there was no reason for Mom to love Goldie so much. Goldie was weird, and annoying, and loud, and nothing like the rest of the family. Sometimes she wasn’t so sure that her mom didn’t just adopt her and lie about it. 

“Send me a playlist or two sometime. Maybe I can scare Goldie away too.” She kicked at the ground, narrowing her eyes at her next memory. “She’s not here, no. I don’t know where she is. Probably running around a park, or trying not to get run over by a sedan, or something. It wasn’t the knives, that scared her off though. Mom still hasn’t given the best knives back to me yet from the last time I shoved them in her door. That’s why I need the music. Maybe I can do the scaring without the weaponry.” Or, maybe she could just get her dad to sneak them away from Mom while she wasn’t looking. That was an idea.

“If you go back home, and she’s there, though, wave a knife in her face for me, if you will.” A smile formed on her face at the thought of Goldie’s eyes going wide, and her squeaking in fear.

[psytricia]

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@psytricia​

Renjae had gone through several phases regarding his feelings toward Patricia. He hadn’t felt anything specific toward her, when they’d first met. But that feeling of nothing soon turned to dislike once she’d spent all her time with Nemo, effectively giving Renjae no time with his cousin. That dislike eventually grew back to quiet approval, because Renjae realized it wasn’t Patti’s fault, but rather Nemo’s, for not managing his time better with the people he cared about.

That sense of approval toward Patricia didn’t last long because Renjae eventually learned Patti’s true nature was nothing good, a fact that became more and more evident as the years continued on, and became especially true when he learned that she was pregnant with his husband’s baby. 

He’d never considered himself a violent person, not by any means, but he’d also never felt this angry, this betrayed before. And his angry rant with Desiree certainly hadn’t improved his mood. If anything, it filled Renjae’s mind with worse thoughts than he’d originally had.

Which was when he found himself standing right outside of Patricia’s place with his fist furiously pounding against the door. “Patricia!” He continued to shout, because she had to be home. “Patricia, I know you’re in there!” He didn’t even care how ridiculous he may have looked doing it, he didn’t know the last time he’d been this irritated with someone before. “Patricia, tell me you didn’t have sex with my husband!!!”

Patricia had a new way of going after what she wanted. She’d managed to gain a lot of confidence in herself, despite the situations that had happened to her when she was a teenager. If anything, what didn’t kill her, truly made her stronger. That’s how she saw it, anyway. You couldn’t not break a few eggs to manage to get over a trauma, and if that egg happened to be whatever innocence she had before, then so be it. She’d never felt more at ease until she let herself stop being so controlling of her own emotions. 

She didn’t care what anyone thought of her after her shift of alignments. She felt freer than ever before, and the constant drumming of her head had merely subsided to a quiet hum as a reminder that her power was still there when she needed it. Once she’d given in, it was all much easier to control. It was a sign to herself that she did the right thing-- that the things she’d done, or the things that she had no problem doing were what was best for her. She’d always known it, even when she tried to avoid it. She was born to be a villain. 

But even a villain could still want such a simple pleasure as a child. Even a villain could want a little life to take care of and love. Being denied such a simple pleasure as that by the person you love the most in the world felt like a betrayal-- a betrayal that, of course, called for another one in return. 

Her pregnancy, only known by a few at this point, was clearly becoming more known, given the banging on her front door. She rolled her eyes, sauntering slowly without much care, and pulling it open with a tired, yet cocky look, all the same. “Perhaps~. Though I fail to see how my sex life is any of your business.” 

[psytricia]

clownpool‌:

–––––– GOLDIE ; ( @psytricia​ ): Ft; Silent Rage.

One of the perks of having two sets of parents was the two separate homes where she could rest her head. When she included her sets of grandparents, as well as a couple of Mafia connections, she had a grand total of about 6 homes. Though with her mother being who she was, there wasn’t any real reason to leave her first home. That was, until the slamming doors started. Something was definitely off about her step-daddy, along with her step-sister, and while she tried to stay out of their business, she couldn’t help but to silently judge. Though those judgements were kept hidden and safe. After all, they were her family, and despite how skeptical she was for her own life around them, she trusted them, with her whole heart!! Besides, back at Dad’s house, Hari was surely having a breakdown because of Mike. But seriously, it wasn’t her fault that Mike liked her better.

ANYWAYS. She was splayed across the chaise lounge, a bowl of freshly roasted chestnuts on her chest as she flipped through the Netflix selection lazily.  “I’ve seen everything!” she huffed. “Mom, can we get Disney + yet?” A door slammed, yet again, for reasons unbeknownst of her. “MooOOoMMMy!! ” She pouted. “Please!”

Between running an whole villain organization, trying to train one daughter to throw knives, while trying to train another daughter to not be too much like the Gladstone line she comes from (and failing at that), and also trying to pay a water bill for a villain headquarters, the last thing she needed to deal with was her bitter, angry husband slamming doors like he paid the bills, or something. 

With the next door slam that nearly drowned out the voice of her child calling out to her, Patricia huffed. stood from her computer that was open on an ‘adopt-a-duck’ web page, stomped to her door, and yelled out to her husband, wherever he was. “Stop slamming doors like you’re the one that KILLED THE GUY TO GET THIS PLACE.” She growled quietly to herself, though her demeanor changed when she joined her daughter. 

A small smile of affection crossed her lips. She grabbed up the remote from her daughter gently, scrolling through the many smart TV apps that were undoubtedly downloaded by Goldie. “I got it while you were at your dad’s, Squirrelie.” She stopped on the app and opened it up. “A whole new woooorld~.” She gave a grin that fell as soon as she heard another door slam in the distance. “Someone’s testy today. Ignore him.” 

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