What do I do with confusion?

When obsession ends, and leaves nothing in it's wake but quiet contemplation, what is one to do?

Why do I feel this way?

Ahem. As for the rest of us?

We feel like hell, but we're all doing fine. It's a rough day on the morning sickness front.

A very rough day.

Anyway. Just updating to say we're all fine, I promise. *salutes*

I don't like this.

The body is SICK.

I can hardly spend time out because switching makes us throw up.

*crosses her arms, pouting* This is NOT FAIR.

Do I get to be out for it this time around?

I mean, we all KNOW we're pregnant, right?

I'd like to be around for some of it, if I may. I'll even take the morning sickness... I'm good with puking.

Wait, that sounds odd. You all know what I mean.

-Red

*may be dancing around the house to really loud angry girl music, because that's what she does*

I am having a day.

And since you brought it up in the past, I have decided I do want some things... if it is okay?

this cloak
or
this one

Or either in black. With red accents.

OR THIS ONE *SPASMS* Oh dear Merlin... that one in either black as it is... or red. *wide-eyed in wonder*


Beyond that? I rather like scones with lemon curd and clotted cream... and strawberry jam. If it's not too much trouble. Just, occasionally.

And maybe I could sit with you sometimes? I don't promise not to be strange. I'm sure I'll always be strange.

~Red

I would like this dress, please and thank you.

Love,

Red

Request kisses from Tess/Tessie/Tessa/Red/Ginger/Gypsy.
If you'd like a kiss from any of the girls just comment here and let them know. They'll reply to your comment with a drabble of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on it's way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to them, and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and then tney'll be there!

Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post this in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

*sits on one end of the couch, trying to read a book and biting her bottom lip, looking up every few seconds to look at Rodolphus. She's re-read the same paragraph about seven times before she clears her throat*

Love? We... need to talk. *flushes slightly*

So, I'm posting this so that it's archived. Just because.

( when baby!Tess is upset, sometimes she just needs reassured that Mummy loves her and she's not bad )

"Oh shite." That was Gypsy's first reaction upon realizing she was late. Not fear, not anger, not upset. Just "Oh shite". Because, let's face it, when you're sharing a body with five other people? Being pregnant gets a BIT more complicated.

One by one. That was the only way to do it. A meeting of herself with each of the others.

OOC: done here so it's easy for everyone to see a meeting works, kind of.

( I Am (The Doppelganger's Song) )

Download link: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=I0N8EB2S

If you like it, PLEASE buy Seanan's CDs. http://www.seananmcguire.com/

Go to Google, type your name with "needs" in quotes. Then post ten needs that show up for you.

( back here as it got long )

( just over a year in the future from grownhp6words timeline )

Set at no particular time. Before or after Gypsy and Rodolphus take off for a few days.



She sat straight up, her eyes wide. She wouldn't scream. She wouldn't. Screaming meant they won. She forced herself to breath slowly while she looked around the room.

Which room was she in? Deep blue walls with silver stars. HER room. Which meant she was safe. Or would be, soon.

She slipped out of the bed and grabbed her blanket before she toddled down the hall. She knocked quietly on the doorframe of Mum and Daddy's room. "Mummy?" she said softly. "Mummy? I had a bad dream..."

If mummy didn't answer, she'd wrap up in her blanket on the floor just outside the room. She did that sometimes. And sometimes she'd wake up to Daddy talking quietly to her and waking her up to go back to bed. Sometimes she'd wake back up already in her bed. Sometimes, she'd wake up to her little sister curled up next to her, asleep too. On several occasions, she'd even woken up with her siblings ALL curled up with her. Those were the best times, because it was like a slumber party.

She tapped one more time.

Can anyone truly be redeemed?

This is a question that haunts and worries people here. Tess worries that people will see her and see the girl that stole Catherine. Tessie worries that she will never be more than what the birth father and grandfather turned us into. Tessa worries that she will never live down the things we've done. Ginger worries that she'll never be redeemed from that which she did in a moment of fear and pain.

And I? I worry that I will never be more to anyone than a release. That I am, first and foremost merely around for someone else's pleasure. That I will never be redeemed from that role.

But this isn't about my redemption, nor anyone else here (and yes, I have left Red out for a reason. Her redemption is complicated, if it ever comes). This is about redemption for a man I find myself more and more in love with with every passing breath.


( He doesn't pretend that he's done no wrong. )

Diagnosis and Functionality Report: Tessa Delong

( it's long, but worth reading. )

Oh dear god... no.

OOC: I'm warning you all right now, that the fic is not happy. I'm posting trigger warnings and I NEVER do that.

Trigger Warning: This fic talks of abuse, both sexual and emotional.

It can be assumed that Tessa remembers NONE of this, by the way.


( how obsession starts )

To keep myself from getting yelled at yet again, I'll just post stupid meme things. *rolls eyes*

You Are a Blue Crayon

Your world is colored in calm, understated, deep colors. You are a loyal person, and the truest friend anyone could hope to find. On the inside, you tend to be emotional and even a bit moody. However, you know that people depend on you. So you put on a strong front. Your color wheel opposite is orange. Orange people may be opinionated, but you feel they lack the depth to truly understand what they're saying.

Who's afraid of t'big bad wolf?