#moldedmemories

"Of all the things that could have happened, this is the WORST. POSSIBLE. THING."

⌜ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ¦ 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 ⌟

who’s the one to wake up the kids: jack does! if he didn’t fall asleep at his desk, that is. then it’s usually sally who wakes the kids and her husband up.

who makes breakfast: sally does, but jack often helps as well. i feel like they’re both pretty okay cooks, sally might be a bit better at it though.

who’s the more discipline parent + who’s the more lenient one: they’re both pretty disciplined, sally is more the ‘i’m not angry, just disappointed’ parent while jack can be ‘i’m pretty angry’ without meaning to, sally knows it’s out of concern.

who helps with the science fair: jack and sally both do! they’re absolute nerds for that kind of stuff.

who does baby talk: sally does it on occasion, i feel like jack tries but it just ends up being like his attempts at ‘ho-ho-ho’ing - not quite there.

who wakes up for midnight feedings: neither of them sleep much anyway, so they both do. it’s a job shared equally between them.

who’s the one who always worries: sally has a tendency to fuss over the minor details and jack seems to stress over details that have no relevance; both are completely valid and know how to calm each other down.

who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: jack does, only because he probably saw kris do it a week before and wanted to do it himself.

who’s the competitive parent: they both are in their own way; jack is constantly trying to out-do the other dads while sally has her own little war with the witches in town. they’re both very aware of how brilliant their kids are, and everyone should just hear about it once in their lifetime.

who kisses the ouches: sally does while jack probably ruffles their hair.

who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: jack is, sally knows when to resist.

who makes the “dad jokes”: do dad jokes exist in halloween town? i don’t know, but probably jack without realising it.

who embarrasses their kid for fun: sally does in a more so cunning way, jack is the more outlandish kind.

who’s the overprotective one: they both are fiercely protective; jack and sally are a very lucky couple to be able to have kids in the first place, and they know how to use a scythe and sword so i would be careful.

Elsa had to admit it was a bit of a relief when she spotted Jessie, baby in arms -- someone she not only knew, but knew well enough not to feel rather awkward.  “It’s good to see you.  You look beautiful -- both of you,” she adds with a soft laugh, indicating the baby.

@moldedmemories​​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ — give me old jasper and jiang to fuel for angst thread ? || 88 getting to know each other better & 78 wrestling or play fighting

     "give it back!” jiang lets out as he tries to reach the bracelet the other boy is holding, a huff of breath leaving his lips as he pulls at his friend’s leg, making him tumble down on to the floor. both of them roll across the old carpet of the dingy motel they’re staying in, a mix of elbows and punches, fighting for the bracelet jasper managed to snatch up. while it was supposed to be at the bottom of jiang’s bag, it had fallen to the floor, and the other managed to snatch it up before he could. the vampire teases jiang for it, laughing- asking if it’s from a lover, infuriating the werewolf even more. 

      “it’s not! give it back —” he growls, anger growing hot— perhaps, if it was what jasper thought it was, it would get a lesser reaction out of him, but it’s not- it’s something he holds dear to his heart, and the idea of losing it shakes him to the core. while the other has a few more centimeters on him and probably more strength, jiang fights dirty. when he stands up, at first, he tries to reach up to where jasper is holding it above his head — but then, the werewolf makes him trip, scrambling to get the bracelet into his own grasp. 

     when it’s finally in his own hands, he takes a deep breath, fist clenching tight around it, eyes filled with fire. “lay off — it’s private.” anger unlike he has shown before flashes, and he storms off, leaving the motel room, slamming the door after him.

      it’s only hours later that he inches back into the room, a part of him surprised to see his partner in crime there. did he want jasper to leave? or should jiang himself have never returned? it’s hard to explain himself, jiang has always been the one to keep his secrets close to his heart, refusing to let anyone in. only a few people know what happened to his family. and while the idea of telling jasper about it is mortifying, he comes to the realization that he has to. he owes him that. they have been friends for a while now, having each other’s backs when out on the job, sharing rooms and secrets of other people. and in the end, even if the werewolf isn’t sure if he will regret this, he decides to take a leap of faith.

      “i’m sorry —” leaves his mouth first, quiet, not meeting the other’s eyes. slowly, as if he’s tentative about every move, he makes his way to his own single bed, discarding his shoes, pulling his feet under himself. he expects a snarky comment, and isn’t sure if the silence is a good omen- or a clue that he fucked up. “it’s — it’s from my mother.” the hand buried in the pocket of his hoodie pulls away, fist slowly uncurling to show the bracelet. he avoids eye contact, but keeps his palm open for him to see. 

    after a moment, it curls back into a fist, and he buries his hand back in his pocket, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he speaks. “that’s — that’s all i have left from her. f- from my family.” he hates the way the back of his eyes sting, and lowers his gaze even more, bangs falling onto his eyes. “from my pack.” his breath hitches, but he knows that once he stops, he won’t be able to continue, so he pushes more. “i- i lost them when i was little. i’m the only one left- t- they were all murdered and that’s — that’s the only thing i have left.”

“whatever you’d like. That is what you summoned me here for, isn’t it?” a sacrifice. The blood of a fertility symbol is still warm as it pools beneath his feet; a rabbit whose lucky foot is still twitching. He walks towards Hana, passing various offerings that called to him from where he sat comfortably in Olympus; apples, a grape that is plucked by Eros himself, roses with the thorns sliced off. 

What he feels from Hana makes his pupils dilate, and urges him to swallow. “oh, princess...” Eros reaches hesitantly towards her, and her poignant aura smells of salty tears that mingle with soft laughter . he can almost taste them.

“i can show you what love is supposed to feel like,” he whispers, carefully curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “that is what you desire, is it not?”

“wait hold up,” eugene slurred out, interrupting what starting to sound like an epic tragedy of his friend’s life. “why would a farmer sell a possum for magic beans? like, how are they magical – does it have its own unique flavor so you, like, don’t have to season your soup anymore when you cook them? do they help you get with the ladies or something?