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nobodysdaydreams · 7 months

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LOVELACE IS HERE...

...BUT IS SHE AN EVIL CLONE ROBOT?

Also Blessie is now one of my favorite characters 🌱💕

(or my reaction to WOLF359 Episodes 21-22, mini episode 2, and Episodes 23-24, and mini episode 3).

Gonna keep my intro for this one short and just dive right into it.

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Episode 21: Minkowski Commanding

Okay. Have I done enough to earn a break? No. Have I done a lot and am complete burnt out? Yeah. So let's do this. I have had a LOT of mutual hype around this episode, so I'm ready to be dazzled.

I'm also eating and work while I listen, so sorry if my notes get short (I say knowing full well I'm gonna get distracted and type insane amounts of notes).

MINKOWSKI? I think this is the first episode she'd done the "welcome to Wolf359" thing. Or maybe I'm just unobservant (I also will often accidently skip the welcome phrase because I press the 30sec ahead button to skip commercials).

Enemy? Being watched? Oh... is this about Blessie isn't it 😂

I love this. We still don't know where Blessie came from and what he wants. Why not take him back to Cutter? Since he apparently loves aliens so much, maybe you can feed him to Blessie. In the meantime I supposed Hilbert will do as a mid-flight snack.

"It took a screwdriver" / "how do we know that's all it wants?"

Uh...

Hm. Interesting. Marks in the vents. I wonder if they are Blessie's.

Oh my this is intense. PFFT- "Slimy thief" 😂

Also maybe it's just me, but unless you have a clear shot and the situation calls for it, it seems to be a pretty stupid idea to be firing a gun off in space.

EXACTLY. Come on Minkowski, you're the smart one most of the time. But I suppose we all have our days.

A net?😂😂😂 This is fantastic.

Maybe they can stop Cutter with some home alone style traps.

"I need to make more acid" oh my goodness-

"The acid may have been a mistake. Turns out it developed an immunity to it. And possibly, an affinity." I'm sorry, WHAT. Hilbert. How. How did you do this.

RETRACTABLE SPIKES IT CAN SHOOT?

And yes, plants need light. But Minkowski, please don't. Please please please don't.

THANK YOU DOUG.

"We admire and support you and we want you to catch the plant monster- this is an intervention" 😂

PLEASE. Doug's imitation of Hilbert's voice and knowing they are the same actor...absolute talent. "You sound nothing like him" (winks at the audience).

Yeah I agree Doug. It is strange for you to be the sensible one in the situation. And again, this feels like you're trying to solve the problem you can rather than the problem that's the most immediate issue. Like getting back to Earth as fast as you can and putting a bullet in Cutter's head.

Wow. That was um harsh. Poor Hera. Oh no.

"Just remember that we're here okay." Aw.

Hour three in the black? This is a dangerous game. I don't like that sound. Florescent moss? Territory marker? Don't like where this is going.

Hilbert: "Ah. Specimen 34. Fascinating hybrid" "I don't care how you made it."

DON'T CARE? I DO. HILBERT: WHAT IS IT A HYBRID OF?

Please tell me it's not a hybrid of plants and a person on the ship.

Please tell me you would not be that stupid.

Can it bred? Is it predatory? "Based on history of parent species" WHO ARE THE PARENTS HILBERT.

Both are possible? Don't like that.

And Hilbert. Why would you make this plant, and why would you make the spiders? Why did you want them to grow this big? What is the goal of this?

Well looks like we'll find out.

Oh dear.

The tentacle is dead?

Minkowski. What about the rest of the plant?

OH DEAR.

Final day? Eliminated tentacles, spikes, and leaves? This needs to end.

HARPOON?

You might be closer to going home if you just...went home. Is Cutter gonna blow you out of the sky? There has to be a way to shut off the ship's tracker or fake your own death.

Found it? Lair? Minkowski almost sounds impressed.

Oh. It built itself a little lamp. A nightlight.🥺 Percival B. Eternal just wants to feel the sun. He must be pretty light deprived up in deep space.🥺

DOESN'T MATTER? MINKOWSKI. STOP.

Minkowski please hesitate. Eiffel is stuck in another trap? Ominous ticking sound? Thank goodness, go save Eiffel.

Oh the plant DOES understand. Huh. Seems like they have an understanding.

But. What was the plant made from?

Sedatives in the tea 😂

Reached an understanding? That's true. It DID have opportunities to kill you. But it no longer wants you dead. Which is interesting, because it did before. And that makes me think that it might want Hilbert dead. Because it took over Hilbert's mind and said to Eiffel "you are no better than the oppressor" so perhaps it blames Hilbert for it's creation.

"It wants what we want. To survive. To make it somewhere. To not be in the dark."

That's beautiful and yeah, Blessie can't thrive in space, plants need light.

Spacecraft? Hopefully rescue. But given that it's season 2, I have doubt. One lifeform.

Who is that? ISABEL LOVELACE? SHE'S ALIVE?

(I say as if I didn't see her name pop up 50x before I blocked the tags...still an interesting way for her to return).

Hilbert you lying liar. Tsk-tsk. Looks like she didn't incinerate. But...she couldn't survive in a pod for a year and a half. So...how?

Is this really Isabel Lovelace?

Is she from the past? The future? Is she a clone or science experiment made by Cutter and Hilbert to trick everyone? Is she the real empty man?

Oh and for the record, I've gotten messages from people asking why I keep talking about the empty man. I assumed that that was a real invisible creature that snuck aboard based on what Hera and Hilbert were saying about it in the alone episode (Hera mentions an invisible unseen presence she won't tell them about, and Hilbert hears a knock on his door and asks "why are you here? You weren't here on the other missions?"), but apparently I've been played like a fiddle. Would for sure fail that psych eval, but it's not even an ethical or standardized evaluation in the first place, so I don't feel bad at all about that.

Also, side note, you know what gets me the most about so many fictional (and unfortunately some irl) "men of great science" who do super bad and unethical things all in the name of their great work? Well, besides all the unethical stuff? It's that most of the time, their "genius experiments" aren't even good science. They're just doing random stuff in the hopes that something will work itself out, usually without any attempt at a control group, sometimes they don't even take their own safety into account, other times they don't even know enough about what they're doing to come to any sensible conclusion or account for unintended consequences. "Oh sacrifices must be made for the greater good, oh genius men like me don't need to abide by ethics" okay well can you at least abide by common sense or is that too genius for you? The point is I don't really care how smart you are, pride cancels out intellect, and at this rate Hilbert and Cutter are gonna get themselves and everyone else killed. I don't think Cutter is even a scientist. He calls himself "Mr. Cutter" (not doctor) and talks about money like he's a business man villain trusting Hilbert to do the science, which, bad move buddy. Bad move.

Episode 22: Mutually Assured Destruction

Don't like the sound of the title.

Oh boy. Two commanders lead to conflict. We're gonna need to establish some ground rules.

Blue ship and red ship collided? Oh Minkowski knows the codes.

"What is the point of an empty gun?" To threaten Eiffel.

Wait..."How did you bring me back here?"

They...they didn't Lovelace.

So who did?

Right, play her the messages from herself.

Vessel to return to earth? Yeah, it does seem impossible. Oh...interesting. An astrophysics figures out how to get back to earth. Then said astrophysicist disappears. What a crazy coincidence.

Oh. THAT'S why they don't have an astrophysicist this time. They want to make sure they don't get that close to getting back this time.

"12 hours later she vanished" ...did she open some kind of gateway, or did command vaporize her?

Ah yes, Dr. Selburg. Yeah he does get sloppy. It seems one of his assignments was to not let them return to earth. But there's a grey door that he opens which apparently allows him to come back each time. Interesting.

Incapacitated him? How? And...how did Hilbert survive?

So...Lovelace was in cryo-sleep and went back to the Hephaestus?

Well...I have a theory: Command sent you back and compromised you so that you would take Hilbert's place as their inside man. Or woman. But it sounds like she's a bit more in the dark about what happened than he is.

Rhea.🥺Aw. A moment of silence for the fallen AI.

Oh yeah. Show her Hilbert.

Yes: "What happened to Captain Lovelace?" Get him commander. Get him!

Oh Hilbert. I hope for your sake this isn't a boy who cried wolf situation.

Oh wow the voice acting of Hilbert choking...true talent.

"They said..." hm. Now that's interested.

"They would never" Hilbert man you are drinking the Kool-Aid, command is using you. You are not indispensable.

Lovelace seems pretty eager for violence.

Interesting...Hilbert terrified of something. We didn't see that with anyone or anything else. Clone or robot replica? Good idea Doug.

I also wonder: was Hilbert always afraid of Lovelace? Or is he only afraid of her now that she's back?

"Is everything a joke to you" at this point, I think it has to be. How else do you survive this?

No long on Lovelace's ship? The computer not turned on before this morning? Then...where has it come from? It's highly unlikely that she would survive in space for three years. But Doug has a point. If these are lies, she should have a better one.

Hera...why are you unsure of whether you can help with the ship? It's hard to tell when she's hesitating due to code interference, having hesitation because the plan is bad, and hesitating because she doubts herself.

Oh yeah...this is awkward. It's like if you discovered another family living in your house and you started touching their stuff (because it's yours).

Oh the music! 📻🎶🎶🎶

Yeah...is there a pattern to the music? Why DO they send that?

Um. Yeah. You might want to drop the plant monster bomb slowly...

Interesting. Hera seems to REALLY not like this new ship. But...why? Again, it's hard to tell when she's nervous, leading them astray, or has a legit concern.

She...she wouldn't be able to go with them. 🥺 Oh. Yeah. They do have families, at least Minkowski does. So...I guess they'd need to go home. But then poor Hera would be all alone. But if they make it back, they could send a rescue party back for her! And she could turn herself off until then or use autopilot.

Ah yes. The empty man. Who apparently isn't real, unless the messages were a code for something.

Uh. Minkowski. What are you doing?

"Nobody's getting left behind" but what about Hilbert? I think he can stay in space for a while. He's been on a lot of missions, so he seems to like it here.

Lovelace. Why were you eavesdropping? Oh wow, interesting gun trap! And "I invented being paranoid" is a very unhinged thing to say.

And explosive device? Lovelace what is going on?

Doug. Doug stop them please. Stop them. What. BOMB. YOU'LL ALL DIE. DON'T DO COMMANDS WORK FOR THEM.

BLOW UP THE STATION! BUT WHAT ABOUT HERA! LOVELACE NO! WHAT ABOUT HERA? WE LEAVE NO ONE BEHIND (well except for Hilbert, he can get blown to bits I don't care)!

Yikes what a thrilling conclusion. And now a mini episode? Seems like a odd time for one. Last time Doug read letters to some third graders, is he just gonna...pause in the middle of this epic standoff to give his thoughts on his favorite movies? I guess we'll find out.

Mini Episode 2: Day One

Interesting this says from "Goddard Futuristics Archives". So they are saving all their messages. Incredibly creepy. Oh this is Doug's first log. Yeah...that's why the logs go to command. Sure.

Yep. It is spooky. Wonder what is making those creaking noises?

Oh poor Doug. Hephaestus is a difficult word, but I would have hoped you'd have heard it enough times by now.

Huh. "Weirdly big for just three people"

...yeah. Almost as if it was made for more people but they decided they didn't want an astrophysicist this time.

"The crew seems nice". 😐

Yeah you DO want to get along with Minkowski. Trust me.

"Dr. Hilbert. Seems friendly enough. Hard to understand what he's saying, but he seems nice enough. I haven't really seen him since we docked here. We've got plenty of time to get to know each other."

Hilarious considering it's the same voice actor, not to mention the irony.

"Creeped out by Hera" and now they are best friends. And Doug, Doug she can hear you. She hears everything.

Poor Hera.

Oh that's it? Huh. Interesting. I wonder if we'll get to hear any other cool logs...

Episode 23: No Pressure

Doug. I've enjoyed listening to you work together for the past episode (which I listened to while folding clothes, sorry for the lack of live reaction).

But Lovelace tried to help you! A fake emergency sounds like a scary idea. She's already on edge. And something tells me that this might lead to a REAL emergency.

Hera. Hera. What is this? This sounds like a very very very bad idea.

Plan B? Hopefully just talk to Lovelace nicely? I don't like this. They were getting along so well! The moth joke was nice!

I do not think this is gonna go well.

"Shut up" good for you Hera.

"This is gonna end well."

I don't think it will.

Episode 24: Tactical Brain Damage

I love the title. But I'm nervous.

Oh boy. Hera. "Communications officer who shall remain nameless" 😂😂😂

"We want her distracted not murderously enraged".

Then maybe this is a bad idea. Wait what? Hera what are your sensors picking up?

This isn't gonna end well is it?

I wonder if Lovelace is treating Hera like that because she reminds her of Rhea. Or however it's spelled.

Big red cable? What does that do?

Yeah. Maybe this isn't the best idea.

Oh. Eiffel is the alternative. Well then.

"Permission to speak freely sir" maybe it's just me, but it's odd that Eiffel calls them sir instead of ma'am. Is that a thing in the military or does Doug just not know the feminine version of the word and no one has bothered to correct him.

"What does Hera know" A lot. Yeah Lovelace. You need to show Hera some respect. She's really nice.

"Well educated guess". I do not like this. I do not like this at all.

Um...HERA? HERA.

Uh oh. Oh no. Don't like that alarm. That's a pretty bad alert.

Um..."I just went some where didn't I?" ...WHERE DID SHE GO? Oh dear? Corrupted code?

"Do you think she'll notice" 😂

I love that despite nearly dying every single episode, they keep their humor. I hope they survive this, but I doubt it.

I hope they at least get a half decent ending and drag Hilbert and Cutter down with them.

"What are the other two doing?"

Oh no. Lovelace is gonna snap.

"You're wrong" "I'm not. But that's okay. Because you still have time. Because my way is the only way."

...Lovelace. Lovelace please be reasonable. Don't forget who the real enemy is. And Doug. You might want to work on your trickery skills.

"Ow" "...is this hurting you?" Oh dear. Poor Hera.

"Would it hurt you?" "Is there a risk of permanent damage?" "Yes."

It's not worth it. It's not worth it. Poor Hera. Good job Minkowski, take care of the crew.

"I know you won't let anything happen to me". Oh okay. It's okay. I didn't need my heart.

And Hera is okay!

haha...yeah Eiffel's plan didn't exactly work out. Please don't antagonize Lovelace.

No. NOT HILBERT. DO NOT GO TO HIM FOR HELP EVEN WHEN HE TRIES TO HELP HE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT VERY UNHELPFUL.

Mini Episode 3: Variations on a Theme

"The more things change, the more they stay the same".

This would be very scary. They are all gonna need intensive psychotherapy after this.

"Rhea checked in with me, that was then this is now. Hera's polite, her programming forces her to be, but I hear what she's really saying..."

😂The impressions. It's also sad that she misses Rhea.

Breaking bones, tossing her out an airlock, and leaving her to die??? Lovelace, Hera might be cold to you, but the feeling seems mutual, and she doesn't want you to die. The only person she's tried to kill is Hilbert, and if they stopped her from doing that, what makes you think that she'd try to kill you? That sounds wayyyy more like something Cutter would suggest. Where has he been anyway?

"More or less angry if she knew the truth?"

IF HERA KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT? Does something terrible happen to the AI units? Is she a copy of someone's brain or personality from a previous mission that Lovelace hates?

Normalize explaining things instead of all this ominous foreshadowing. And I know, okay, I know, when I write my own stuff, that's all I ever do. Call me a hypocrite if you want.

This is very creepy. She's lived through this so much and in space there's not much sense of time.

Oh right. Lambert was the communications officer right? Hilbert must have given him the virus too.

But um...didn't he die a horrible painful death?

"But does he know how it ends, what happens when he gets-"

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE GETS WHAT? WHAT DOES THE VIRUS DO?

Any more ominous hints you'd like to drop Lovelace? I get the feeling you have quite a few.

Hera, Rhea. Yeah they are anagrams. I got the spelling right! It's also an anagram for "hear" which makes the "I always hear you" line more powerful.

"Everything...except him. He never goes away. He never changes."

...Hilbert or Cutter?

Oh Dr. Hilbert. Yeah. I wonder why he never goes away. And I don't think either of them feel much of anything at all.

"Stay way from the ghosts."

Easier said than done.

"You can never go home. You were home. And now you're back. And you can never go back."

...DID she get back? Did they wipe her memory and send her back?

"No friends no trust no safety"

WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL THEM WHAT YOU KNOW.

In fact, I think they should all spill all their secrets. Out in the open. That way command has nothing on them.

But for some reason, I think it might be a while before that happens.

I think that's it for today guys, but I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading!

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starz-saintz · 5 months

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Entry 12/31

A/N :: this is a quick vent. content warnings if you care enough about what you ingest -> brief self disposal references and thoughts, being a majoral loser and whiny baby, dehumanization ( I don't think it counts unless you're truly lawful good ), and cringe writing structure and vocabulary.

this is about the eldest entity in my household. i live, laugh, love my mother. not it, not "him" if you will. i despise it with every fiber of my being.

He yells day in and day out. You go to sleep to the sound of him yelling and wake up to it. You can't tell him to stop or quiet down because it's seen as disrespectful. But, it is annoying. I can not handle loud noises. Super loud noises despite having a loud voice.

I, also, can not deal with annoying noises or repeated / unnecessary onomatopeia.

I had my "let me try to keep peace and happiness in my home and space" phase, but it was made painfully clear that my feelings and emotions and thoughts were unappreciated. So, I just let him yell. I can grab at my hair, sob into my chest, and stare at the knives I keep handy in case the need to self-destruct becomes too strong to resist all I like. No one will care.

I stopped asking, I stopped slamming doors, and I stopped stomping upstairs. I will stay in my room with my headphones up as loud as I can take them to refrain from hearing his child like impulses.

He is a man-child. He makes me feel like a single mother. He is not a good resource. It. It is an adult child. It makes me feel like a single mother. It is not a good role model for anybody. It is a leech.

I have a privilege (more of a right, but that's not the point right now). I have the right to join clubs and get out of the house on Saturdays. But, I am choosing to waive that right. The action of quitting volleyball subjects me to more hours of hearing is pissy moans and cries. I will join back Art Club and any other club. Seeing as this is written (12/31/23), I haven't quit volleyball yet.

My little sisters don't get to act on the right. They're in elementary school (believe it or not) and have to come home even earlier than I do. They don't have to wake up to it, but their entire evening is filled with his pissy, unemployed moans.

[REDACTED] is still in her "let me try to keep peace and happiness in my home and space" phase and will try to make well-intended stops at his attention seeking screaches. She's met with aggression and a child like rebuttal. "Why" and "Shut up" meet her at her desperation.

She's sometimes reprimanded for trying to stop the seagull child. By both the adult child and our mother.

The difference between Mother's yells and The Unknown Entity's screeches is the time, reasoning, and volume. Mother has a brief yell, usually in the form of a song to lighten a mood or remind a child of a tune. You can't hear it if you're not in the vacinity. It's relatively quiet and is welcomed.

The entity yells in the form of waves. They're consistent. They have no rhyme or reason. The reasoning for it is a theory. Maybe to feel as if it is wanted or to gain attention. Like a child. It's loud and can be heard no matter where you are in the house. It's unwelcome and frowned upon.

And it knows that.

The baby will only yell when it is "permissable" or when its mother is not around. By mother, I mean its wife. In only the legal way.

It clings to her and relies on her words. Her brief touch. It is desperate for the love that it pulled away from.

It's dumb to me. The fact that he ran off for a brief couple, realized that he is disabled, and ran back to the only person that he could think of that wouldn't judge him in any way shape or form. That wouldn't judge him in the way that his family would.

It, despite having a low IQ, was right. She was gracious. She let him in and let him stay longer than she should've. Visits became "Lemme Eat With Y'all"s, and those became sleepovers, and you know the rest.

She cared for it, and it still was the acting devil in both her and our lives. He was another sibling to care for. A sibling I didn't want. He acted like a baby more than the actual babies did.

He ate messily, never cleaned up, couldn't clean himself up, listened to all devices on 100%, and yelled and cried loudly like a baby. My brother is now more mature than the invading entity. He is 5. Just started kindergarten.

My brother. In his young, innocent, mind finds the entity uncomfortable..He finds him annoying. He'll tell it to be quiet.

But, of course, he is blown off due to his "clear disrespect" and "young incompetence".

It is not necessary to the life of the people in my house. It. The thing that was allowed inside. It is a constant burden. It is my dripping faucet. A constant reminder that I am not in control. This is a reminder that no matter how much you pray and hope and feel yourself going crazing, it will not get better.

Just because you decide that you want help doesn't mean that the "help" will do its job. Everything outside of you plays on its own schedule. It's either waiting or firing it to play in your own way. To force this to play in my own way would be my removal. Removal from the household or removal from the mortal plane (cringe wording, im aware)

I am at my wits end. I can not laugh this off anymore. Six years. I've lived through this for six years with a few near ends. Documentation helps. Trying to pretend he doesn't exist helps. But help can only get you so far.

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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Hello! If it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if I could possibly request a headcanon for how the mercs would comfort someone/their teammates? (I'm not sure if someone already requested this or not so sorry if this might be a bit repetitive). Also, I absolutely love all of your headcanons, they're so amazing! Hope you have a fantastic day! :)

Scout: he’s not good with words, but he also won’t shut up. he’ll ramble on and on about how “it’s not that bad- not that I’m trying to downplay what’s going on that’s not what I meant, I was just sayin’ it’ll get better- not that I’m saying that makes things better but-”. and by the time he’s done rambling they’ve either started laughing at how awkward that was or are just endeared that he’s trying at least. he’ll hang out with them for the rest of the day and just talk about nothing and it helps take their mind off things at least

Soldier: it’s strange because he actually gets quiet and will sit down to hear them out. most would assume he’d be the “walk it off” type, but he’s the exact opposite. something is bothering them and he’s concerned. after they finish laying it all out, he’ll get up and give them the pep talk of a lifetime. they’re the best, whatever is going on he’s certain they can overcome it, he’s proud of them and if he has any say over it he will personally see to them overcoming this!

Pyro: they’ll plan a whole afternoon with them to sit down and relax and take their mind off things. find out their favorite movie, their favorite board game, make them something warm to drink and just sit down in a blanket fort and forget about the rest of the world. hell, here’s a coloring book if they want it. they know ignoring the problem doesn’t fix it, but putting it on the back-burner until they’re ready to tackle it can help them get there

Demoman: two words: hugs galore. he’ll hug someone and not let go unless they’re very clear they don’t want that. but he’s a touchy person so if they’re going to him for comfort then they’re expecting it. he’ll just hold them until things are okay enough to figure out what they need to help with this

Heavy: he’s the best listener. so if they want to rant or vent or what have you and just talk his ear off, he’s alright with that. do they wanna just cry with someone else in the room? that’s okay too, he’ll let them cry into him if that helps. if they need advice, he’ll offer it. his sisters are all different in how they need comforting so he’s used to being available for whatever someone needs. they just let him know and he’ll provide

Engineer: he is going to find out what their comfort food is and they’re gonna have it. he’s definitely a “here food helps” kinda guy. he’ll make them whatever they want, he doesn’t care if he’s gotta run out to get the stuff for it. he’s just an absolute doll when it comes to comforting someone and will be as doting as possible if it helps

Medic: here’s a lollipop. his bedside manner isn’t always the best. he’s used to dealing with injuries, healing them, and sending the patient on their way. and it’s not that he isn’t concerned, because he is. it’s just this isn’t something he can heal and fix and he doesn’t know what to do. they’re welcome to sit with him while he works if that would help. here, hold a bird, and if you want to talk about it feel free

Sniper: he’s not much of a talker when it comes to comforting people, it’s really awkward for him to try and find the right words. the moment they look to him for a response, he’s lost. his go-to is usually to offer to take them on a drive, either silent or with the radio on low. maybe just to go sit out in the middle of nothing and stare up at the sky on the roof of his camper

Spy: he acts like he doesn’t care but he does. especially if it’s someone significantly younger than him, he just enters Dad Mode. but he does little things, usually cloaked so it comes off more as little coincidental. like having their drink prepared for them in the morning, or their bedding has been washed and bed made for them

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell

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izzyizumi · 4 years

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HEY DIGIMON ADVENTURES “FANDOM” UNLESS THEY MAKE IT OBVIOUS THEY WELCOME VENTING, PLEASE STOP SEEKING OUT ADVENTURE POSITIVE BLOGS / FANS TO SEND/ASK THEM ADVENTURE-NEGATIVE “QUESTIONS” NOT ALL OF US ARE HERE FOR THAT NOT ALL OF US WILL PUT UP WITH THAT ( OR YOU ) IF YOU CAN’T ASK QUESTIONS OR REPLY TO POSTS WITHOUT ACTING LIKE AN OUTRIGHT JERK WE ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO RESPOND TO YOU OR “DEBATE” WITH YOU (*NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE ENERGY TO “DEBATE” EITHER) WE ARE ABSOLUTELY ALLOWED TO JUST BLOCK YOU IF YOU KEEP THIS UP. THIS ALSO GOES FOR ANY OTHER PARTS OF THE DIGIMON FRANCHISE (02, TRI, KIZUNA, THE OTHER SEASONS, THE GAMES, APPMON ETC.)

THANK YOU. THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

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emcon-imagines · 4 years

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Finally Okay, Pt. 2

part 1 // originally written for @moonlit-imagines writing challenge

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characters: Wanda Maximoff x reader prompts: “I would never, ever give up on you.” “You’re the one I’ve heard so much about.” words: ~1500 summary: reader and Wanda are close friends, one joining the Avengers and one going rogue after Sokovia. But after one terrible night, Wanda is forced to face the reality of your mission for revenge.

Just as the door of your apartment came down, you managed to struggle away from Wanda, falling to the floor as you tried to find your way out, there has to be a way out. It was instinctual, you putting your hands up to shield yourself, your fingers beginning to tingle as your powers manifested, your left hand dropping to your side as you clutched your stomach in pain.

But you weren’t fast enough. The door fell, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents swarmed, and just as you had moved to defend yourself, your field of vision was clouded in a red haze, distracting you long enough for the tranquillizer to sting you. Your hand was encased in the red energy, holding you in place, even you tried to pull your hand away. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal.

“I didn’t want to do this,” you heard Wanda whispered as she knelt down where you collapsed. “But I hope you understand.”

It was cold. From somewhere in the room, a vent had begun blowing in cool air and your own shivering woke you, blinking as you found yourself in a stark grey module, the walls made out of a material you were familiar with. Containment. Again. You were too tired to sit up, and dizzy even while laying down on the cot. It was impossible to even begin to sift through your emotions: confusion, anger, fear. She had promised. She promised this wouldn’t happen.

Perhaps even more alarming were the new bandages on you, fresh ones, meaning someone had worked on you while you were asleep, someone had been in this room. In almost a panic, you sat up and began to pull at the medical tape holding gauze to the inside of your elbow, perhaps the old site of an IV, finally ripping it off and tossing it aside.

With shaking hands, you lifted your shirt and checked the site of your bullet wound next. Clean bandages had been applied to it, and the site was hardly the nightmare you originally found it as. But still, it had to go. You began to scratch at the end of the large bandage, just as the door clicked open. You turned, maybe Wanda would be there, but instead it was a man you didn’t recognize, holding a tablet. “I wouldn’t do that,” he cautioned, nodding at your nervous fingers picking at the bandage on your stomach. “Simmons will have a conniption.”

Your hand fell away from the wound, but you only stared blankly as he pulled a metal chair away from the table in the room and sat down. Where’s Wanda? Where did she go?

She left me here, didn’t she?

“So,” the man said. “You’re the one I’ve heard so much about.” His statement didn’t warrant a response, you wouldn’t give him a response. “I’m Phil Coulson,” he said. “You’re in a S.H.I.E.L.D. base. You’re safe.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and Phil didn’t miss it, chuckling as he unlocked the tablet. “I know you’ve probably heard that one before. I understand you were a subject in the Strucker experiments. Is that how you met Ms. Maximoff?”

Your gaze shifted away, your eyes aching with exhaustion as you took another look around the room. He probably knows the answer. She probably told him. What else did she tell him? Did she tell him about how I saved her life back in Sokovia? Or about the stories she used to tell her brother and I to fall asleep in the labs? What about when I told her that I’d never again be someone’s science project? And she turned me in anyways.

“Look, I know how you feel about organizations like ours,” Phil said. “But I just want to get some details sorted out.”

“I want to talk to Wanda,” you finally said, speaking for this first time. You hated how small your voice sounded in that moment, how defeated it rang out in the cell.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Phil said. “Can we expect your cooperation?” When you didn’t answer, he sighed. “Let me make it clear: you don’t have many options right now. There are some who would like to see you stay in containment. But that’s not what we do, unless we’ve exhausted our other options. Your friend seems to think you could learn to control your powers--”

“I can already control them,” you argued, but even that was without any bite, hardly even a murmur. It wasn’t true. You knew it. Wanda knew it. That’s why she called them.

Phil stood up and gave you a once-over before walking to the door. “Simmons will be coming by to check on you. Try to get some rest. Maybe we can talk more in a bit.” The door clicked behind him and you exhaled, your body shaking with the breath. All you wanted was to be home, back in your bed, when Wanda was there, before she did the unthinkable.

There was a grey blanket at the end of the cot but you didn’t even have the energy to pull it over you, instead just hugging your knees into your chest and shutting your eyes. Your own anxiety prevented you from falling asleep though, and your eyes cracked open again when the door opened again. I’m not letting Simmons do any more patching up. I’m fine. I don’t need any help.

But when you opened your eyes, it wasn’t another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent there. It was Wanda, motionless as the door shut behind her. “Hi, Y/N,” she said quietly. “Are they treating you okay? I think they’ll bring dinner by in a bit--”

For a moment, you were speechless, wanting to be angrier but instead just feeling relief. “Why did you do it?” you interrupted, finding your voice. “You promised, and I trusted you. When I fell asleep, was that you, too? You used your powers on me so you could make the call...”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. Paused. “Not really. You’d be dead if I let you continue. It was like you had a death wish.”

“So, what?” you asked. “You have your new team now. We were friends because of Sokovia, and Sokovia is gone. You can give up on me now.”

“You don’t mean that,” Wanda sighed and she paced around the open space in the containment unit as she collected her thoughts, her arms remaining folded over her chest. “I would never, ever, give up on you.” You could see the pity in her eyes as she said it. “You wouldn’t do that to me. I know you wouldn’t.”

When you didn’t respond, she stopped pacing and studied the numb mask over your face, the refusal to give in to any further compassion. Whether you felt like you didn’t deserve it, or didn’t want to deserve it, she didn’t know. You wouldn’t even look at her.

She pulled off the shawl she had been flowing over her shoulders and wrapped it around you instead, the sudden warmth a welcome relief from the chilled containment module. You hummed with contentment, despite yourself. It smelled like her perfume and shampoo and felt like home. Home.

Wanda sat down next to you, pulling her feet up onto the cot as well and unwrapping the blanket that had been placed at the end of your cot. “I’ll see if they can get you a change of clothes,” she said. “Maybe a sweatshirt. Something warmer.” She reached over and ran her finger over the patch of dried blood on your jeans. “Something that’s not covered in blood.”

“Did you say they had food?” you mumbled, staring down at your hands folded in your lap, fidgeting as you picked at the already-scabbed sides of your nail beds.

“Mm. Anything you want?”

You shrugged, your muscles aching as you did so. “I’m just so tired,” you murmured. “I want to go home.” You looked over at the mirror on the opposite wall, wondering if anyone was watching on the other side, and who. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t trust them.” You paused. “And I’m not sure I trust your friends. And after what you did... did they send you to talk to me?”

She was quiet for a moment, thinking about your shared past, the months spent in cells then, too, someone always watching, always taking notes, the days slipping by without a beginning or an end, just cycles of meals and sleeping and tests. “Look, these are good people,” Wanda said, pulling your nervous hands from your lap and holding them in her own. “I promise you, Y/N. They can help. This is your best option.”

“How do you know?”

“Because they helped me. Please. I know it’s hard, but you have to trust me.”

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maehara-san · 4 years

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whiskey on the rocks // katsuki bakugo x reader

Part 27

Pairing: AU!Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.

A/n: It was a long waited update and instead of the other format I decided this one would be best. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated always and taglist is always open <3 <3

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After the talk with Bakugo, you needed to vent to someone. This was something HUGE and if you didn't start talking you'd go insane.

Quickly scrolling pass your contacts you clicked on your best friends. After a few seconds, their faces popped up on the screen.

"Hey what's up?" Denki asked as he munched on his sandwich. "You usually don't call us unless something happened."

"Is everything alright?" Shoto asked looking at you with concerned eyes.

"Yeah...well..." you sighed feeling frustrated. You didn't know how to even feel, to begin with. Everything was all over the place.

"What is it y/n?" Your other best friend Tenya asked. "Did they catch the one who framed you?"

You shook your head and bit your lip. "No... it's something else. I don't know what to feel...he did seem sincere."

"Wait! Did Midoriya confess to you?!" Denki yelled at the screen causing his co-workers to look at him.

"What?! No!" you quickly said, "He never will do anything of that!"

"You don't know!"

"Anyway...no that's not it. Bakugo...actually asked me if we could talk." you said dropping the bomb right away "And well he said a lot than I had expected him to."

"Good or bad?" Shoto asked.

"It was good...surprisingly. He was quite respectful and didn't yell at me for once...a bit awkward I gotta say." you explained, "He did apologize to me though."

"Wait what? Since when is he not an asshole?" Denki asked.

"I don't know either!" you responded. Taking a deep breath you tried calming down. "But when he spoke. I could even tell...he meant what he said there was nothing behind it. It was just a person apologizing for his behavior."

"What did he tell you exactly?" Tenya asked.

"He started by saying that he was an asshole and shouldn't have acted that way. He judged too quickly without thinking about it since it's never happened before. I understand...then explained that he will make sure the person who ruined the project will be punished immediately. He never meant to yell and hoped that I will accept his apology and if I didn't he would understand." you explained.

"Did you accept his apology?" Shoto asked closing the door to his office.

Your eyes met with each one of your friends. They looked at you silently waiting to hear what your answer would be. After a long pause, you finally spoke.

"I did."

Tenya nodded along with Shoto. Denki however didn't say anything almost as if he had been bothered by your response. You were too kind, to begin with even if the silent treatment did last there was no way you wouldn't say no.

"I'm glad he finally apologized for his mistakes. He did say some bad things though...are you sure you can forgive him for that?" Tenya asked.

You decided to move to a more private part of the building. Luckily mostly everyone was having lunch on the top floor so the garden was empty.

"I realize that it's too early for me to forgive so easily-"

"-yeah it is after all the bullshit he has said to you. Not to mention what happened at the festival." Denki butted in "I saw you two arguing before you even ask and don't try to deny it."

"I'm not trying to deny anything. Yes, we did argue there and the things he said hurt a lot-"

"Then why did you accept his apology?!" he exclaimed.

"Because! This is my workplace and I shouldn't be acting like a high schooler. He is still my boss and not to mention I work with him. Bakugo did say a lot of crap but I'm not going to act immature. That's not right when he's owning up to his mistakes."

"Just because he is owning up to his mistakes doesn't mean he feels sorry." Denki retorted.

"Guys calm down there's no need to fight-" Shoto spoke trying to ease the tension.

"What are you trying to say?" you spoke ignoring Shoto at the moment.

"Maybe he apologized because Abigail is gone and he needs a right hand. He's going to use you!"

"Don't say that! He wouldn't do that to me. Plus I'm working with Midoriya-"

"Why can't you see it? Your little crush on him is making you blind to see shit." he retorted.

"I don't have a crush on him," you said not sure if you were trying to convince yourself of them. There was no way they would believe you.

"You do though. We've been seeing how you're acting. His relationship or whatever he has going on with Abigail is bothering you. It's not good to deny something you know it to be true." Tenya said.

"Shoto tell them I don't have a crush on him." however your friend shook his head and didn't speak.

"See we can all tell. If you're only doing this to be near him then you'll only end up getting hurt again." Denki added. "It's best to be professional and not engage outside of work for the sake of your insanity."

"I gotta go. Midoriya is waiting for me. See you later." you ended the call before anyone else could talk.

After work was finally over you and Midoriya started making your way to the bar. He had been invited by Denki and decided to go there together.

'It's been such a long day...all I want is a drink.' you thought taking off your blazer and setting it down on your lap.

"By the way...you don't have to tell me if you don't want to...but did everything go okay with Bakugo?" he asked keeping his gaze on the road.

"Uh...yeah yeah...he apologized and said he was going to investigate as well about what happened. Bakugo wants there to be no tension especially since we're still working together," you answered looking out the window.

There wasn't traffic surprisingly, only a few cars here and there. It was chilly but you didn't care. Your mind had been cooped up all day with the conversation you had. Part of you was ready to put it behind you while the other side of you knew nothing would change. Bakugo was with Abigail that much was true.

"I'm glad to hear that." he took a turn and kept driving. The music was only background noise, there wasn't anything specific. "I hope after this...things will ease around the group."

"I hope so too," you mumbled.

After a few minutes, you had finally arrived. The bright sign welcomed you making your eyes wince at how the lights shined. Midoriya opened the door allowing you to enter first.

"Thank you," you said making his cheeks turn a slight pink in return. Midoriya walked in after you and kept himself close in case any drunk men tried to talk to you.

He looked at your figure, not in a sexual way but observing you. There was a clear notice about how stressed you were. After you had talked to Bakugo your mood had changed. He asked if there was something wrong however you shook your head and tried changing the subject. At times he wished he were able to find out what happened to you, find a way to make you smile again. It was obvious to his friends how much he had changed after meeting you.

His personality had developed and you made him feel confident and comfortable again. Still, there was no telling how much longer he would be able to go without letting you know how he felt.

“Y/n!” a familiar voice yelled out. Your eyes scanned the place to see your pink-haired friend.

“Mina?” you said as she walked over to you. “Hey.” still confused about her being here.

Mina pulled you into a quick hug and smiled softly. “I hope you don’t mind. Denki invited us as well.”

“Us?” you questioned “I didn’t know more people were coming. I know he only invited Midoriya-”

“Oh...I thought he told you,” she said and you shook your head. Looking straight ahead you see three different bodies sitting at the bar next to Tenya and Shoto. Midoriya had left to go talk to Denki.

“Who else came?”

She was about to answer when a rough voice spoke instead. “I did too.”

“I’ll go get you a drink.” you smiled small and gave her a nod. Mina looked at the two of you and left.

“I...um didn’t expect you to come. Giving the fight you had with your friends...” you said.

“Mina told you?” he asked, “I told her not to say anything.”

“Well...it was unavoidable since you commented on my post wishing them both a happy life. Kinda hard not to talk about...she was practically happy the next day.” you chuckled lightly.

Bakugo smiled small, “I needed to fix it. There’s no reason to dislike...she’s happy and...I need...to try.”

“She’ll appreciate it.” you added, “Little by little, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.” he rubbed the back of his neck. There was an awkward feeling between you two. Up to now you never have had a true conversation that wasn’t about work. Besides the one in the park, you were drunk so there were some things you didn’t quite remember.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked.

“What is it?”

“D-Did you mean it when you apologized?” you quickly shook your head “I-I’m not doubting you! I-It’s just...t-that I want to make sure...because I want things to be okay between us. I want to keep supporting you in anything you need...you’re still technically my boss after all.”

‘I hope I didn’t mess it up!’ you thought.

“I did.” he softly spoke “I-I meant it...and I hope you can sincerely accept my apology. I...also want to...work well...again.”

You broke into a soft smile “I will continue to do my best.” He gave you a soft nod and was about to speak but got interrupted.

“Come over to the bar!” Hanta exclaimed looking at the two of you.

“I guess we should head over,” Bakugo said. You nodded and made your way over to the bar, taking a seat next to Midoriya.

“Here’s your drink,” he said placing it next to you on the wooden table.

“Thank you.” you softly smiled and drank some of the mixed drink. There was a slight burn in your throat that felt good.

“Alright! Today there should be no talk about work or anything okay?!” Denki yelled over the background music. “Let’s enjoy tonight!” a small smile formed on your face and raised your cup clinking it against the other ones. He already had a little too many drinks that you could tell.

The music blared louder grabbing their attention. “Let’s go dance!” Mina exclaimed dragging him to the dance floor. He placed his drink down and wrapped his arms around her body making her laugh.

“Do you wanna dance?” Midoriya asked nervously. There was no telling what would happen and if you wanted something to happen. Taking his hand you accepted his offer and followed him. Bakugo sat back watching the scene unfold.

“I…have never danced so I apologize in advance if I step on you,” you admitted making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it.” he smiled “I’ll help guide you. I’m not an expert but i will try my best to help you learn.”

You nodded softly smiling and followed his lead. The song wasn’t fast pace it was more on the calm side. He had his hands resting on your waist and your arms were wrapped around his neck. It was small talk you tried enjoying yourself and focusing on the music. After a long battle with your self, letting loose was the thing you needed the most.

Midoriya’s heart began to beat loudly. He tried his best to stay calm and enjoy this moment with you, it took all his strength to not kiss you right here and now. It was true he was liking you more than friends and coworkers, this man was falling head over heels for you. Despite knowing what the risk was he wasn’t going to let you go.

The song then changed into a louder tone people danced differently. He spun you making you giggle. The lights shined brightly on the two of you, his hand in yours holding it tightly. Your smile grew feeling relaxed and comfortable, the way he made you forget about those uneasy thoughts was incredible.

“I don’t know what to tell you, bro…” Kirishima spoke, “It seems like Midoriya isn’t backing down either.”

Bakugo looked down at his beer he was already kicking himself for not fixing it earlier. Looking at you made his chest clench again. Abigail was there but he wasn’t sure if there was something more or if it was an old feeling being brought up with no meaning.

“I think you should tell her,” he said.

“…You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bakugo mumbled, “You’re already drunk.”

His friend shook his head “If you don’t accept your feelings now there’s no telling what will happen. I know nothing is going on with Abigail… as much as you want to ignore what you feel, it’s not going away.”

‘Is there even a chance you feel the same way?’ Bakugo thought running his fingers through his hair creating a messy look. ‘Why would she?…I don’t blame her if she didn’t…’

All this self-pity was making him upset, since when did he start doing this to himself? It was getting ridiculous if he didn't feel afraid with Abigail why was he nervous around you?

He rubbed the side of his temple, it was too much. Bakugo felt like a teenager all over again he thought this crap would be over but then Abigail happened and things changed.

"What do you have to lose?"

Kirishima was right.

Your mind was filled with happiness. The small drink began to loosen you up and the tension in your body was gone. Midoriya enjoyed himself whenever he was with you, he could tell you were tipsy already but not enough to make any wrong decisions.

The more he kept his eyes on you the easier his heart was falling for you.

His emotions were getting difficult to control all he wanted to do was confess and show you how much better he could be. That's all he wanted and hoped for.

"I love this song," you shouted making him break out into a chuckle. His hands held tightly onto yours making sure not to let go. Your smile was bright and the lights made your (e/c) eyes glow.

As the song was starting to end he spun you around and brought you close to him. With the final melody, he dipped you gently and looked into your eyes.

"I don't know how long I've been able to last," he said. "Now that I have you here...I don't want to hold back y/n."

"Izuku..." you softly spoke.

He looked at your beautiful face and then at your soft lips. His eyes closed, within a second his pair of lips were placed on you.

The kiss was slow yet soft at the same time. It held a lot of emotion and everything he felt you now knew. Your eyes slowly closed as well, then they moved on their own. The noises were being drowned out as your mind eased and focused on only him. There was no reassurance that you felt the same way however you were feeling protected and cared for something that you had long lost a long time ago.

Midoriya then pulled away and lifted you back up slowly without breaking eye contact.

"I know...I-I probably crossed the line." he explained "But I can't keep it a secret any longer." holding you close, his hands held your own. "I like being around you, your smile is the highlight of my day. I don't mind working late or being stuck at the office all day. When I'm with you it feels like a different place. There isn't a guarantee that you like me back that much...but I don't want to keep pretending like I don’t have feelings for when it’s true. I like you y/n."

Your heart then dropped. “Y/n?” Midoriya asked until he decided to turn around to see his old frenemy standing there.

"Bakugo..."

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roxa-sos · 4 years

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princess - jj maybank

jj maybank x kook!reader

tw; verbal and physical abuse. bad dads >:(. sexual assault. drugs. rafe cameron lmao.

request; “Hey can you do a request where jj works for y/n’s kook family and one day he eves drops on how her dad is forcing her to date rafe for business. All rafe wants is sex and drugs and y/n doesn’t want any part of it. But her father yells and almost hits her. On her way out of the house to ask rafe to date she sees jj moving the lawn. They both kinda have a thing for eachother, they flirt. Jj asks what’s wrong and she vents about rafe and her uptight life. He invites her to join the pogues“

a/n -- this is my first non-anon lengthy request so i’m pouring my heart and soul into this :’) also this hits kind of close to home bc i have a shitty dad, so i’m basing y/n’s shitty kook dad off of my own shitty rich dad... enjoy :)

“morning, daddy.” you saw your dad standing next to the dining room table as you looked through the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. such a bougie lifestyle, yet you never really fit in.

that morning, you’d woken up to the noise of the kid that always mowed your lawn. god, he was loud, but he was good company when you shouted at him from your second story window. he was one of those kids your dad told you to stay away from. lowlives, whatever he felt like calling them. you could still hear the hum of the motor through the open windows as your dad started talking.

“good morning, baby.” he greeted you with about as much emotion as you gave him, setting his phone down on the table. “you know the camerons. yacht club friends, ward and i go for cigars and golf every few weekends?” your dad spoke about them as if they were rather obscure, but ward cameron owned the outer banks, so obviously you’d know the family whether you knew them personally or not.

you knew sarah cameron through school anyways. she was the kook queen. actually, you were both like kook royalty. your dad was loaded, her dad was loaded, therefore you had to get along with the camerons no matter what you wanted.

“yeah.” you didn’t feel like your dad deserved too much of an answer from you. you didn’t know where this was going, anyways. it always seemed like he wanted something from you, like that since you were his kid, you owed him something.

“and rafe, rafe cameron’s a good kid. nice and proper. he’s growing into good money. honest guy. your age.”

your dad even sounded slimy.

everything he said was wrong. rafe cameron was... chaos. rich, unchecked, powerful chaos. rafe cameron was mean and reckless.

but the change in your dad’s tone caught your attention. it made you turn to fully face him, abandoning the cereal that sat in the dumb plastic container that sat on the counter.

he wanted something from you. your dad was always convincing people - selling an idea to them before he’d even made an offer. that was the kind of guy he was. he was disgusting. and he was already asking you to do disgusting things.

“sure.” you didn’t feel like arguing with him either, though you could tell he was getting fed up with your improper responses. “do you want something from me?” you asked, leaning your hand on the counter. you and your dad had been on a good streak lately, no matter what you thought of him. you gave him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was trying to be nice... or something. but you had to be straightforward to get anything from him.

“alright, let’s get down to it, then,” your dad chuckled, putting up his hands defensively as he crossed the kitchen to stand next to you. he sounded like he was socializing with one of his friends. “it’d be good for... the family, it’d be good if you and rafe got together. dated. good for us, the camerons, good for the outer banks.” he spoke with his hands, making broad gestures.

he could tell you didn’t like the idea as soon as your expression changed.

“hard pass, sorry daddy.” you laughed like he’d been joking himself. his expression changed to something darker, like he was frustrated.

“sorry, you must’ve misinterpreted me or something, y/n. you’re smarter than that. i’m not proposing this, i’m telling you to do this. you don’t know what’s good for you yet, you’ll understand.” he put his hands down like he’d just finished the conversation. he’d made the decision for you, he was done talking about it. but you weren’t.

“dad, he’s a sex obsessed drug addict who feels my friends and i up at parties topper holds. i’m not dating him.” you weren’t getting aggressive, but you weren’t about to drop this and give in to your dad’s wishes.

“shut - would you just shut up, y/n? he’s a respectable boy who you’d be lucky to have.” your dad made his argument again, raising his voice. he looked you up and down like you were something he was selling, but something he was disappointed in. your jean shorts and tube top obviously disappointed him, but that was your goal with the outfit anyway. pissing off your dad in a nonchalant way that he wouldn’t bring up unless you made him mad some other way.

“no? i won’t shut up, he’s-” you didn’t get a chance to finish before he started yelling.

“y/n, i’m not dealing with this disrespect right now. you’re being a crybaby, you’re going to go over to the cameron’s and you’re going to ask him to take you to the yacht club later. i’ve made myself clear.” his voice was booming and terrifying, and the only thing you could focus on.

“i’m not doing that, dad-” he never let you finish when you argued. you took a step towards him as he began to back away from you, not wanting that to be the end of the argument, but he grabbed your wrist and raised his free hand in a threatening manner.

“don’t make me do this, baby. i won’t forgive myself.” he didn’t sound like he would regret it, but you flinched. you were scared, like you always were.

you stayed quiet, and after a few seconds, he lowered his hand and let go of his death grip on your hand. “good.” he muttered, leaving the kitchen.

you felt like a coward, but you’d saved yourself from a black eye.

yet, you possibly signed up for many future injuries by obeying your father.

you figured you just needed to get it over with. abandoning whatever breakfast you’d planned on having, you headed to the foyer to put on your shoes and leave. knowing rafe cameron, he probably wasn’t even out of bed yet. you’d unfortunately catch him or one of his friends before you even left the neighborhood.

this couldn’t be that bad. it was... for the family.

you slid your feet into some sandals, and you couldn’t help but think about what you were heading towards. drugs. long nights. bruises. y/n cameron. your own father was having you do this, almost on free will.

opening the door, you looked across the lawn to the source of a noise you’d blocked out. you’d forgotten that one of the pogues was mowing your damn lawn.

he was blond. wearing some dumb surfer-dude snapback and cargo shorts. it looked like his shirt was tucked into his back pocket, and he was glistening with sweat. the lawnmower stopped humming when he saw you, and he raised his hand to wave.

you figured it couldn’t hurt to talk to him. just to delay the inevitable.

a few strides across the lawn and you were in front of him, and it looked like he had a dumb smile on his face.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he asked, leaning his forearms on the lawnmower. he used the name jokingly, and he’d been doing so ever since you met. he compared you to a princess locked in a tower - rapunzel. it was cheesy, but it didn’t take you long to realize that he wasn’t really wrong. “trouble in paradise?”

you scoffed, but a smile stayed on your face. this was dumb, he was dumb. but he was nice to talk to.

“rafe cameron is what’s wrong” you laughed, hearing his name come out of your own mouth stung.

jj grimaced, shaking his head. “ouch. rich boy causing problems? that’s news to me.”

“nice joke. funny.” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. he only knew the half of it. “no, actually, i’m on my way to ask him to... date, i guess. long term stuff. for the family, or whatever my dad was talking about.” you rambled a bit, half talking to yourself.

jj almost looked concerned, the smile barely fading from his face. you didn’t want to confide in him, but he seemed to welcome it.

“and, and i don’t want to,” you continued, shaking your head, “my dad’s just... he’s a scary guy. you know? i’ve been dealing with him for forever, but he’s just... terrifying when you don’t do what he wants you to. that’s why i live such a comfortable life, though, right? i should be thankful.” you laughed in a bittersweet manner, gesturing to your obnoxious house.

“that’s how things work around here, princess.” jj laughed, watching you look at the world the way he did.

“well, yeah. yeah, i know, but he’s making me go and... get with rafe cameron. rafe. cameron. rafe fucking cameron! isn’t that insane? and when i said no, he got all loud and he grabbed me and i almost made him hit me.” you unintentionally put the blame on yourself, rubbing your sore wrist.

jj’s eyebrows furrowed when you mentioned your dad getting a little physically violent with you.

“that’s... not cool.” he didn’t know what to say. he was nowhere near letting you in on some of the more personal parts of his life, but... he could... relate.

“no, no it’s not.” you agreed, taking a deep breath. god, you were almost crying. you didn’t even know when the tears had started threatening to come out. “it’s just... i’ve done everything. i’m, like, the perfect kook girl. i do everything he says. i’m nice to my mom. i take care of his stuff. i run with his people. you’d think he’d let me have a say in something like this.”

jj stayed quiet again, biting his lip.

“but no, no, i’m dumb for thinking like that. freedom is a privilege i don’t have. i’m a rich girl in a cage.” you nodded, laughing a little more. you sounded so sad - like, you didn’t know why you were complaining.

“you should meet my friends.” jj suggested, shrugging like it was a random idea he threw out there. “we aren’t into drugs. well, okay, that’s a lie, our livers are all probably shot and i’m a pothead, but we’re nice.” he joked, rambling a little himself.

he couldn’t save you, but he could sure as hell make things a little better.

“boat rides. fishing. the marsh. not a yacht and definitely not a yacht club, but i like to think we’re a little cooler.” jj kept going, waiting for your answer.

“yeah. sure, why not?” you didn’t have to be the perfect daughter. especially when you were being treated like shit by the people you gave everything to.

you could... probably take a few beatings. it was worth a good time, though.

“good to know. we’ll swing by tomorrow morning, unless you want to get out of here asap?” he suggested, looking at the rest of the lawn he had to mow. he’d be screwed if he didn’t wrap it up, but he seemed to think he had his priorities in order.

“as soon as possible, please.” you admitted, watching him push the lawn mower next to your house, just out of view.

“alright, princess. let’s get you out of here.”

a/n -- psa i love jj. in case u didn’t already know. send me more requests :’)

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kitkatisinspace · 3 years

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𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗰 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁

Hello stranger! Welcome to my blog and to my pinned post, in this case. You are probably reading this because you are stalking me or considering to follow me (if you are not you should consider it y'now?), so keep reading. Also if you see this on your dashboard this works better on the "web" blog I don't know how to say it. Like, when you go to the url.com that thing. So go, what are you waiting for?

I'll put a cut because this is infinite. I don't want you to be scrolling till death if you don't want to read. I recommend reading it though. Well, if you're already a mutual you don't have to.

𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓪

First off, you can call me Kat! I have my name in the blog title but anyway, it could be useful.

Any pronouns. I'm agender and I don't have preferences for pronouns, so as you like, I don't really mind.

English is NOT my first language, expect a lot of mistakes. I usually check a couple of times what I post, but sometimes I'm too lazy to do it. This post is the best example (I'm not checking and I won't do it).

I get bored easily. That's it that's the point.

I don't know what else to put here, I'm a dumb bitch. What do people even put on these? I'm just improvising, sorry.

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰

Surprise! I don't know how to draw, I don't know how to write and I don't know how to communicate with people! Have I mentioned that my English sucks? No? Well, there you have, then.

I can't be on two fandoms or like two shows at the same time (in this case), so don't expect me to post about anything else that isn't JoJo's. Also, expect tons of shitpost or me just talking about things that happen to me.

Every now and then I post something interesting, but not that much. My two most popular posts are an Araki drawing of Caesar and Joseph and a comment on TikTok about Stardust Crusaders and how fucking sad it is.

I used to talk a lot about DIO. Now I don't do it much, but just wait till I rewatch Stardust Crusaders. My gallery is filled with pics and videos of DIO, just you wait.

Caejose is my current brainrot, but I don't post much about it because I suck at headcanons. I think about old Caesar in Stardust Crusaders a l o t, but I just imagine specific scenarios, so that's why I don't post them (oh shit I just had a déja-vu).

I sometimes post about my dreams, when I'm not too embarrassed of them. I once dreamed with Abbachio poledancing, another one with Bucciarati and me in a jacuzzi and the last one I had I was hiding with Caesar in some secret place, I don't remember the context. My dreams are elite I don't care what y'all say.

I love tag and ask games, so feel free to tag me. I'm bored 80% of the day. If you like you can leave a random ask, I don't mind. Actually, I like random asks. Do it.

Also, I have like "sections" of my blog, like tags. "Kat draws" where I... post my sketches???, "Kat is mad" where I just post random stuff I'm mad at, "Kat kats"... I don't know what this is about it's me in my most pure state, that's why it's called "kats". I had to invent a verb.

If you see this tag ":]" on a post (most likely to be sth about DIO), hell is going to unleash on the rest of the tags. You can check it for yourself just by searching it on my profile.

Everyone is welcomed here and I want y'all to feel safe on my blog, unless...

𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽...

(I have to fix this part but it's 1 am I'll do it tomorrow ig)

If you are or support proshippers, this is not your blog, I'm sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here.

If you are TERF/rad-fem. I don't share your ideals, sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here either.

If you are or support pedophiles, racist, homophobic, transphobic people. Don't be an asshole please, open your eyes.

I want this to be a safe place for everyone and you are a threat to my goal.

𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

Well, you can skip this, this will be long.

I'm dumb af, you can notice in many of my posts but it's important to get this clear before starting.

I'm a minor. I don't mind adults interacting as long as they aren't weird and aren't mentioned in my do not interact. Thank you.

Sometimes I'm too friendly, but please do not misundertand my words. I'm aro and I don't want any relationship. Sorry if you're uncomfortable with how I talk, just tell me and I'll stop.

I think I'm funny but I'm not.

I don't know how to communicate with people. I don't even know how to do it in my mother language, I don't know what you are expecting from me. I'd love to talk to you if you want though, I just suck and I'll probably run out of things to tell after 2 minutes of chatting.

I vent sometimes, but just trivial things. I think I do not have any TW to put like, in the general blog. If it is one, I'll put it on the specific post.

I get obsessed over a specific series, anime or book and I stick with it for months. In that time, I can't watch any other series or anime that isn't the one that I'm obsessed with at the moment. Right now I'm on my JJBA obsession.

Also, I've just watched the anime parts. I would start reading the manga, but I'm waiting for the Stone Ocean anime release. I don't know if I could wait til then though.

My personality type is INTP in MBTI and 5w4 in Enneagram. I was True Neutral in Alignment but I did the test on January. I have to do the tests again. By the way I know this tests aren't 100% accurate but it's the unstoppable need to try to know myself that keeps me inspiring me to do them on repeat, don't mind me. Annnd because I'm too lazy to read all the personalities one by one.

I don't know if anyone wants my Discord, but here it is anyways:

sakima#2527

I usually forget things a lot so expect a bunch of "I was going to say/complain about something but I forgot what it was".

I had more things to put on here but I forgot so this section will be constantly updated.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝔂

Again, the unstoppable need to know myself. Here's my kinwheel:

If you don't know how this works, in the centre is my main kin, then medium or highkey kins and lastly, the lowkey ones.

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼

JJBA

Get my blood sucked by DI- Oh no I shouldn't say this publicly sorry

That's it that's the section.

Recommend books and songs thank you

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻

I think that's it by now. Thank you for doing it this far! Now, can we be mutuals? Or besties maybe? I don't have much to offer, but here is my visual representation:

If you want to know about my JJBA opinions search the tag #jjba 30 day challenge. I left it on day 6 but I'll continue soon. I promise.

Well, now's definitely over. I hope you see me as a cool person because that's my goal in life. Also, I'm praying for this shit to work well on my blog, this ain't Amino.

Have a nice stay! Thank you for making it this far. And remember: you're cool, you're loved and you matter. Take care of yourself please. See ya.

Kat out ;)

PS: If you read this, you have to follow me, I don't make the rules /j

#tag so i find this later

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paladin-lynx · 4 years

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Love Hurts (“Among Us” Ficlet)

Trigger/Content Warnings: Mentions of character death

Author’s Notes: So as I’m sure you can all tell from my recent posting, I’ve started playing “Among Us” and I’ve quickly become hooked. Some games are short and not very serious, but others have been filled with emotion and I’ve played with some awesome people. This piece is loosely based off a particular game I played, although I changed the names just for everyone’s privacy. So I guess these are technically OCs now, if people want to see more of them? But to all the people I’ve played with, you guys are great! Hope to run into you again sometime soon!

“Dead body reported by Crewmate Orange. Corpse found: Crewmate White. All remaining Crewmates report to the Cafeteria immediately.”

Leora nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden announcement, blinking up at the nearest loudspeaker. Things had seemed to be going relatively well for a while, with no bodies being reported, but she should have known that the peace would only last so long. While MIRA HQ was fairly big, it wasn’t that big, and if there were Impostors running around killing Crewmates, it would only be a matter of time before someone stumbled across a corpse left in their wake.

While she was of course wary about the entire situation, she couldn’t help being a bit irked. Somehow the Impostors had slipped under MIRA’s radar during screening and had managed to stay hidden during the entire ride on The Skeld and it was only once they had gotten all the way to Headquarters that MIRA apparently had realized something was amiss.

She still remembered the announcement as they had started to make themselves at home at MIRA HQ – “There are two Impostors among us.”

The crew had immediately gone into a panic. Yellow had wasted no time slamming the Emergency Button so many times that the crew had ended up ejecting him. His constant talking had them convinced that he had to be one of the Impostors, because no one else would be so accusatory towards the friends they had made on the way here, right?

But as his body had fallen through the clouds, that announcement had sounded once more – “Two Impostors remain.”

It had been very silent around the Cafeteria table after that as everyone processed what they had just done. How could MIRA have technology advanced enough to figure out that there were shapeshifters within the crew, but their scanners weren’t intelligent enough to pinpoint who they were?

The turn against Crewmate Yellow had definitely been a shift in the crew’s dynamic up until that point. They had all become so close with one another on the way there. In training, MIRA had mentioned that on these missions, your crew was like your family and it was easy to form bonds. Of course, that was before any of them had known that not everyone was who they said they were.

They had even shared their real names with one another so that they didn’t have to constantly call one another by codename, even though it was still easiest to default to that at a moment’s notice. Leora was Red, but she had had no issue giving the crew her actual name. In fact, she had never been the most popular of people back home and these strangers had welcomed her into their midst with open arms. It was nice.

It made her heart clench to think that now none of them could trust one another. But they had to do what they had to do.

So for now, she glanced up at Black, who was in the Laboratory with her. “Come on. Let’s get to the Cafeteria.”

They made their way through Decontamination and through the hallways towards the crew’s meeting place. Black was a large individual, but he didn’t speak much, so everyone had decided to simply call him Giant since he hadn’t bothered giving his name. When he did talk, he was straight to the point, only saying what was necessary to get his point across and nothing more. Leora guessed it was to cover his ass and not say anything that could make the others suspicious.

Finally, they walked into the Cafeteria, and Leora blinked when she saw there were only two others there, already seated at the table and waiting for them. Were there really only four of them left? And there were still two Impostors among them.

Besides her and Giant, there was Crewmate Orange, whose name was Paige. She had had rotten luck thus far in coming across the bodies littered around the Headquarters, and to be honest Leora was shocked that the crew had kept her around this long and not accused her of self-reporting the deaths.

And then the last one was Crewmate Green. His name was Wilder, but the crew had taken to calling him Wiley since a rough-and-tumble name like Wilder didn’t fit his sweet disposition. He was one of the first Crewmates that Leora had met and she had known within seconds of him opening his mouth that he was not fit for an environment like this. They’d struck up conversation and Wiley had latched onto her immediately. As they had been flying up in the Dropship, when there had been a bit too much turbulence for his liking, Wiley had reached over to shakily take Leora’s hand. It had caught her off guard, since at the time they’d barely known one another, but she had taken pity on him and given his hand a little squeeze, keeping him close and assuring him that everything would be just fine.

She’d smiled at him through her helmet, and she’d sworn that she could see him blushing behind his.

And now he was one of the last four. Leora hadn’t really been keeping track of him as she’d wandered about the Headquarters, but she was glad that he was alright. She went to go take a seat at the table, watching as Giant did the same.

There was a stretch of silence, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Leora decided to be the one to start the conversation, turning to Paige. “Where was the body?”

“In Admin,” Paige replied, and she shifted her gaze to stare Leora down. “I saw you jump into a vent.”

Leora blinked, immediately straightening up, her eyes widening. “What? I wasn’t anywhere near Admin.”

“Yeah!” Wiley piped up helpfully, although his voice trembled, like the rest of his body. If they made the wrong decision here, they were done for. “Lee wouldn’t kill anyone!”

Leora felt her heart clench. He was so sweet, and the nickname only made it sink in more just how attached he’d gotten. Part of her wanted to reprimand him for being so trusting with all of this going on, but she held her tongue. None of them really knew what to do in this situation, and they had all been coping in their own ways.

Paige huffed. “I saw her, Wiley. Well, maybe I didn’t see her actually make the kill, but I promise you I saw her jump into the vent! And you know that only Impostors can use the vents!”

Giant slowly raised a hand, clearing his throat. “Leora was with me,” he deadpanned in that low, almost growl-like voice of his. Maybe that was why he rarely spoke. “In the Lab.”

Wiley nodded quickly, his helmet almost rattling with the movement. “See? And I was at the Launchpad running diagnostics…So where were you, Orange?”

Paige’s head swiveled to glare at Wiley. “In Admin. Obviously. I was going to enter my ID code.”

Wiley shrunk down a bit, and Leora felt anger boil under her skin. Her mouth moved before she could think about it.

“Don’t snap at him,” she warned. “You say you saw me vent, Orange, but no one else was there with you. I’m starting to think that you killed White and are trying to cover your own ass by reporting it yourself.”

“Are you crazy? That would be so stupid,” Paige hissed, her posture tensing. “Black is just covering for you because he’s probably the other Impostor.”

That was a fair assumption, Leora admitted to herself. Giant’s tendency to stay quiet could come off as so clever it was almost suspicious, as if he was trying not to draw attention to himself. Leora hadn’t bothered following him around much, leaving him to his own devices, but they had gotten on just fine thus far.

So for now, Leora just rolled her eyes, still scrambling to defend herself so that she didn’t end up getting tossed into the clouds below Headquarters. “Sounds like something an Impostor would say, doesn’t it?”

“Shove it, Leora. It was you. I saw you.” Paige looked to Wiley again. “Come on, Wiley, you have to believe me. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

It looked like Wiley was biting his lip, eyes darting between the other three Crewmates at the table. Paige had been friendly enough up until this point, and she did seem to be fairly observant and good at piecing things together. But now that there were only a handful of them left, she was fighting tooth and nail to keep her one remaining Crewmate safe. Or perhaps she was just trying to keep herself safe. She didn’t try to accuse Wiley at all, but Leora couldn’t blame her for that. When they’d found Blue’s body – his name had been Ben – Wiley had collapsed into Leora’s arms and sobbed, and unless he was secretly a theater star back home, there was no way he could act that well. He still seemed shaken now that White, named Felix, was gone, but he only had so many tears to shed.

“I don’t know…” he mumbled.

“It’s Leora, come on, you know I’m right!”

“But…b-but I can’t vote for Lee!” Wiley protested, nearly choking on his own words. “I love her!”

I love her.

Leora felt like somehow the blood had both rushed to and drained from her face at the same time, and she blinked at Wiley with big eyes. They had gotten close over the course of the mission, and Leora had tended to spend her free time in training and on The Skeld with him, but it seemed a bit too early to be saying it was love. Crew may be like family, but in a lot of ways, they were still strangers. Leora had no doubt that sometimes romances blossomed between Crewmates, but that wasn’t possible when there were Impostors running amuck, was it?

The room was silent for a long moment before Paige let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over the front of her helmet. Leora heard her mutter, “no, you don’t” under her breath before she addressed Wiley again. “Love hurts, Wiley.”

“I…True…” Wiley still looked unhappy, peeking over at Leora, who just shook her head. There was a good chance that she was about to get ejected from the Headquarters, and while the thought was nowhere near ideal, as soon as MIRA had announced that there were Impostors that needed to be weeded out, all of the Crewmates had done their best to accept the very real possibility that their days were numbered. They would either get picked off by the Impostors or the crew would toss them out if they were acting suspicious enough. Leora just didn’t want to think about Wiley meeting his fate at the hands of the Impostors if she wasn’t here to keep an eye on him, and the idea made her heart squeeze uncomfortably in her chest.

“Please vote on your tablets for which Crewmate you believe to be the Impostor.”

Regardless of their argument, they had to come to some sort of conclusion. Leora pulled her tablet from her belt and glanced around the table quickly before she tapped on Paige’s picture and confirmed her selection. It had been awfully strange that Paige had been the one to find most of the bodies before now, and perhaps her deductions about other Crewmates was all a front to keep herself alive. If both Leora and Giant voted for Paige, and then Paige herself and Wiley voted for Leora, then they’d both be spared, but the tensions if that happened were no doubt going to be unbearable.

The others all tapped away at their own screens and then the vote closed. Leora waited with bated breath, heart hammering in her chest, for the results to calculate.

Honestly, what kind of system was this anyway, making them send one another to their deaths? Why couldn’t the potential Impostors be contained instead to avoid shedding the blood of innocents?

Finally, their tablets beeped, and Leora looked down. She couldn’t help a soft gasp.

Next to Paige’s picture were, unsurprisingly, Leora’s red helmet and Giant’s black.

But there was also Wiley’s green.

“What the fuck, Wiley?” Paige demanded, although her voice was quickly drowned out by the loudspeakers.

“Crewmate Orange to be ejected. Crewmate Orange, please proceed to the Launchpad.”

Everything was still for what felt like hours, but was no more than a few seconds. Finally, Paige slowly got to her feet, her entire body shaking as she did so. She narrowed her eyes at Leora and Giant, then more hesitantly at Wiley, before marching towards the door. Leora swore she heard her swallow down a sob as she went.

It was only a matter of minutes before they saw the flash of orange through the windows as she fell.

Leora swallowed the lump in her throat, let out a slow breath, and turned to Wiley. “…You didn’t believe her?”

“Of course not!” Wiley still looked frazzled by the whole episode but he managed to give Leora a little smile. “I could never vote for you. Besides, people had been commenting that she was near the other bodies a lot of the time. Now we just need to vote off Bla—”

“Two Impostors remain.”

Wiley froze, his entire body going rigid, and he looked up at the loudspeakers as if he was sure he had heard that wrong. Leora could almost feel the realization wash over him and he slowly – so slowly, horrified – looked across the table at her.

“You…Y-you…”

Leora sighed softly, glancing at Giant from the corner of her eye, and he easily rose to his feet. She did her best to look at Wiley evenly. “Sorry, love. But…a mission is a mission.”

She couldn’t help looking away as Giant drew his knife and rounded the table to approach Wiley, but she knew the sweet, ever so naïve face beneath that green helmet was still watching her. She sucked in a deep, quavering breath.

A mission is a mission.

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grim-faux · 3 years

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2 _ 33 _ Anomaly

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The window was open, which invited them in. It was possible this was a trap, but behind the window was a long deteriorated corridor and a few open doors. Down some of the walls, rain sleeted in glossy waves. The storms of late had been intense, and it was always best to seek uncertain shelter before getting herded into somewhere with no visible escape. That was why exploration was forefront; know the place and see the dangers before they see you.

Mug was always first, she preferred that. She was twice over more cautious than her friends, and more perceptive to the shadows or sounds. Nothing in the hall was right off alarming upon glance, it was even quiet. The building creaked under the weight of the weather, but the plaster and floor appeared sturdy despite more water being in the walls rather the streets below.

She huddled by the wall and gave a soft twitter. It was near indiscernible from the wind cutting through the window, except that it held a distinct warble.

Clear.

Two faces peered from the edges of the toothy frame. Then, a third. The three children barely restrained themselves from clambering off the sill, airless as they dropped to the drenched floorboards. Mug moved ahead, ignoring them. Seeking forward.

At the utterance of a board creak, she stopped and crouched down.

Rye was behind her, setting his hand on her back and leaning forward. She glanced his way, before tiptoeing further ahead. One of the other two – it would be Lope or Wisp – would catch up. In short time, the clan reached an intersection of the hall and huddled down on one side, where Mug positioned herself.

Wisp, kind of a scruffy boy and the best with new environments, pressed down on a floorboard. He imitated the noise, and pointed off across a carpet, to a jagged dip in the floor.

The scrawny kid at her shoulder, Lope, nudged at Rye. The older boy ignored him, still peering one way then the other of the open corridor. He wasn’t much older than Wisp, the Rye. But she and him collected the other two. Rye was what they might consider a leader, though they didn’t look to him for decisions or guidance. Rye was just good at avoiding dangers, more lucky than useful. One time there was a fifth in their group, she supposed. Mug didn’t remember what they called him, but he didn’t stay long. When they stopped for shelter, he was gone for a while and never came back. Whatever happened to him wasn't important – if he didn’t want to stick around or was not good at avoiding danger - no one bothered with it. The trope had to move on.

One after the other, the quartet scurried down the hall, avoiding rubbish piled about or the toothy maws in the floor. At the second door they came upon, Wisp gave Lope a lift and the kid snagged the door handle. When the latch didn’t immediately tip, Lope pressed his heels to the grainy panel and heaved - while Wisp pushed the door below. No go.

Mug crept up to the door and gave the panel a listen. No noises. Just a locked room. Lope dropped beside her, and hand in hand the two scurried to catch up with the others.

Further down the corridor, it was just Rye on his chest and trying to peer under a door crease. Lope went over and patted him on the head. Without rising, Rye waved him off.

Lope made the cricket noses. Wisp? Where?

From the opposite wall and a little higher up, the cricket noise replied. Wisp poked his upper half out from a crack and gestured.

Mug crossed her arms and glared. That was not enough time for a full explore.

On the other hand, Lope didn’t care. He hurried over reaching up to Wisp, but the distance from the opening to floor was too far. Mug grabbed Lope by the shoulders and spun him around; with rehearsed ease the boy didn’t hesitate to give her a boost to the opening - in the process falling backwards to his butt. Mug made the leap and shouldered Wisp aside, squeezing roughly into the crevice.

Rye took Lope and hefted him up to the break. Dangling over the edge of the crack, Wisp looked like he was quite done with being everyone’s ‘Welcome Matt’. Hung out like laundry, he extended his hand down to Rye.

The other kid backed up to the opposite door and then—

Through the corridor, the lights flashed and nearly dimmed entirely. Rye loosened his shoulders and looked up as the bulbs pulsed, before reviving with sparkling clarity. That… didn’t seem right. It was the storm, it had to be! Regardless if the walls and floor surrounding him felt stable, all visible surfaces lay in tatters. The building debated its collapse as an appropriate greeting to its new occupants. Lights blinking so intensely often did so with reason, and usually as a precursor to destruction or other such dangers.

Rye launched, running to the wall and leapt. He hit the grainy surface with his footpad, rebounding a full yard higher (for him) . He caught Wisp by the wrist, and the scruffy kid hauled him up. The two clamber and shoved at the other, until they tumbled into a more open space. Then they crashed into Lope, who had paused to peer through a gap in the back panel of a wall. They didn’t wait up and kept going. When Lope sat up, he had a footprint smudge on his cheek.

Through rotted patches in the wall, the kids managed to check their footing as they roamed through the cramped and murky crawlspace. First, slipping down a collapse of plaster behind a wall, then picking their uncertain steps across packed ruble, then climbing rungs cut into the wall by an earlier traveler. The trope always searched through the slits knocked out of the barrier which protected them from the rooms, taking in details of the areas they bypassed. Sometimes the crooning melodies cut through the silent space and the stifled breathing of the children, nullifying the calm with advertisements and how the weather is always ‘showers’, whatever that meant. The children are always quiet, but they do pinch and shove each other around, particularly when they sense a specific danger - a Viewer, sometimes another creature skulking aimlessly.

None of them are particularly fond of the Viewers. Those warped adults absorbed in the Broadcast didn’t normally pay attention to children, as long as the looney tunes played on uninterrupted.... Distract them from that, it was your funeral. But, the Viewers usually kept food. Not that these adults seemed capable of eating anything (thankfully), none of them really knew – who in their right mind was going to figure that one out? The Viewers just kept food. Maybe it was to trick children or something.

Wisp swore that sometimes a Viewer would give a kid food. There was no reason or anything to really figure out, he didn’t get it either. He couldn’t explain it well – speek aside – once or more in his wanderings, he did see a Viewer just hand over food to a kid, and absolutely not eat them. The kid did survive, only because he got out of there without a second thought. None of them actually believed him, but Wisp didn’t care. He only insisted it was bizarre and he didn’t know which was more disturbing, waiting around to watch a kid die, or witnessing a horrified kid scurry away.

From the narrow passage, the trope squeezed from a tighter crack and onto a partially crumbling section of wall. One after the other, each hopped the short stretch to the backside of a vent mounted... somewhere. The four still dripped and shivered from the rain, and the shallow puddle on the silt made Rye lose his balance. Mug was right there to snag his oversized shoulder sleeve and haul him back up.

Meanwhile, Wisp and Lope scouted ahead on the cracked spine of the vent, but found the one end extending out from the wall only emerged for the gap they now stood upon. However, a cracked flue lay in the floor of the path, and poised on either side of the warped frame, the two kids pushed and jerked at the grate. The cover popped loose, and Mug scooted past Lope to check within the interior below.

After dropping within, she looked up to Rye. The boy shrugged and indicated a direction. That way.

Vents made the best for travel. Nothing could really get inside, aside from some animals or insects, but those things didn’t always bother children. Anything that could fit into a vent wasn’t usually dangerous, unless it was another kid(s). The only worry would be the flue grates, depending if they were in the floor or in a wall. Also, don’t stand on top of a grate if it faced down.

It wasn’t a long travel after a brief slope. They had some trouble with Wisp making up the steep and sleek metal floor, since he was one of the kids that wrapped his feet in rags and dirt/dust clung to them. Mug pulled his arm while Rye pushed. After that, the vent kept leveled and snaked through a few rooms, and the group had a good vantage from the height.

When they neared the third vent, Rye creaked and made gesture with his hands. Room pieces. Kitchen.

Lope stopped and checked the vent from the high side of the wall, peering through drab atmosphere to make sense of the rooms layout below. A room with nothing, aside from furniture and a bed. The kitchen area, and foods, would be someplace else. They would know nothing, until they found a safe way into the place. For once, the lack of jovial jingles was not very encouraging.

Further along, a grate presented a stubborn obstacle in their path, but Rye and Mug shuffled ahead and pressed their shoulders into it. If it didn’t budge, it would be a whole league of backtracking to—

The entire tunnel shifted!

All the kids splayed out arms and knees to their extent, wedging into the cramped interior. In the gloom, Lope caught Mug’s face as she glimpsed back to him and Wisp. The walls dipped and rumbled, halting momentarily as the surroundings of the wall/ceiling cradled their coffin. Rye made some sort of call, it might’ve been a call or speek. Fall. Hold on. We’re going to die. Something like that.

A bellowing groan vibrated through the metal hull, the tunnel plunged sideways. Blazing light cut through one end, blotted out, then blazed more intensely as the whole container flipped and spiraled without remorse. Somewhere in the thundering bite, a body collided with Lope. He locked up tighter than before, unable to do anything else, unable to stop the fall.

They were going to die like this.

At last one side of the container smashed into the floor and splint, or cracked. The children tumbled in a violent spin cycle, until the broken vent settled somewhere. Flat. Dust hissed across the hollow space while noisy chunks and brittle bits of plaster or whatever else twinkled down.

Somehow, Lope remained conscious and not dead. He lay partially inside within the splint side of the vent, stunned, his head vibrating. He saw double.

Across the room a familiar shape zipped off, through a nearly imperceptible wedge. Open door.

He reversed into the opening of the passage, smashing into a soggy body. The shape shifted and hissed, but smothered the noises. Other shifting and chatter came from within the passage, but softly. They were hurt, they might be badly hurt. But the vent made such a racket, they had to move. Get away.

It took longer for Rye to recover, he had been highest when the end of the vent crashed down. None of them were dead or broken, aside from cuts and bruising. Wisp reasoned they didn’t fall too far, something about the vent staying attached and swinging low, or whatever. No one knew what happened aside from fall.

Except that one kid.

Lope eased through the only access visible in the entire room, the ajar door. Cautious, he poked his head out. This being the only way out, the others crowded his back. The door led into more corridor, but not the big hallway that divided all the rooms. He was certain he saw a kid run off, but he didn’t mention that to the others. If the kid hung around the dwelling, they would run into him/her eventually. There was no guarantee, and he hit his head. Blood leaked down his cheek and made him itch.

Inching into one direction of the corridor, Mug didn't wait for guidance or expression. She just went on her own most of the time. Lope hurried to catch up, but glanced back to spy Rye and Wisp when the two didn't hasten along. The other two headed the opposite way - toward what looked like more rooms. Maybe he and Mug would find the kitchen and get dibs on the best foods. He snared his explore buddy by the hand and hurried her along, racing around the bend in the hallway. She didn’t protest, though they didn’t know this place. She was usually more skittish.

Of course the kitchen didn’t have much to offer, not even the aggravating garbage of ransacked foods or moldy boxes. Together, he and her gave the place a thorough dig. Somehow, Mug did manage to manifest two bites of stale puff corn from a drawer, but she scarfed that before he realized she’d gotten anything. He could tell Wisp, and they could sulk together.

Something about the floor caught his attention, but only if he shifted in the light a certain way. When he shuffled one way with the bulb above draping its radiance on the floor. He saw footprints in the dust.

Of course he and Mug ran all over the place in the kitchen… but a set of tracks went back the way they just came from. So, there was a kid around.

In case, he did another thorough rummage of the cabinets. Some had been opened when they first entered, but they were too excited about food, they didn’t notice. But Mug was giving him weird looks now, so she did notice something but didn’t say. Like him.

Once they exhausted the search of everything, he and Mug met up with the others at a door in one room left ajar. The door didn’t open any further, for them, but each of them squeezed out in single file.

This time Rye took up the lead, navigating around a broken gap in the floor and shuffling towards paralleled doors. The scratchy chorus of laughter burst above their heads, pursued by the ramble of speek with no meaning. He trilled warning. Careful. That was probably why they listened to him. Rye was the Kid always telling them what to do or what not to do. None of them had to follow or listen, but they did anyway. He always saw and paid attention to the others. The four of them didn't get into fights often; sometimes it was safer to follow someone else.

One of the rooms they sprinted by had the gurgling swill of a Viewer, rebounding from within. The creature made laps on the carpet in its living space, up until the trope stalled at the entrance to observe. It appeared the television within had died or something, but this agitated the Viewer in its aimless wandering. When it ‘spied’ the group, it made a beeline for them with a horrible squeak.

Rye and Lope shot one way, while Wisp and Mug backed up against the furthest wall. None of this was necessary, as a huge chasm was torn into the floor where the doorframe collapsed into. The Viewer did manage to snag the other side of the floor and claw at the wood, up until the toothy boards splint and the warped adult tumbled down into the murk.

That wasn’t exactly close, but it was entertaining. Wisp crouched at the hole and tossed a chunk of plaster down after the Viewer.

A set of stairs led to an upper floor, one that was entirely caved in. The entrance was more likely barricaded with decayed ruin, since jingles and television music rebounded from within the decimated mixture wood and plaster. The curled wallpaper flapped as the children hurried through, the floor and walls and ceiling - the everything creaked warning. Perhaps the whole floor caved in, but anyone left still alive didn’t care. Better that they were locked away than roaming. Though, it did keep them from exploring through for more rooms.

They would likely need to stop soon, Lope suspected. He knew, without really bugging anyone about that. Each of them struggled with empty stomachs – always – but they hadn’t recovered from the crash, and his head ached something awful. The way Rye kept glancing them over as each and all climbed the steps, was all he needed to really know they were not rooting for a food place. Then a nest place. He was looking forward to that.

The upper floor was in worst condition, but likely wasn’t the most appalling space in all this building. None of them would complain, if the worn floors trapped Viewers, it would be worthwhile to settle down. Still though, it was drafty, and rain leaked in from somewhere (the way out?).

Some of the walls between the rooms and corridor were not whole, and a lot of the plaster or wood littered the patchy floor. No wonder the level below was flattened. The few lights fitted in the ceiling still worked, but the power was iffy, and the glow dimmed or flared at random spikes. The storm persisted to buffet the building, and the hollowed frames of the structure moaned. Through one of the skeletal remains of a room, Rye and Mug picked their way down a packed section of floor. He and Wisp followed the leading duo, soon reaching a section of packed ruble that creaked and shifted suspiciously under their pathetic weight. After poking through the slanted wood beams of the walls (or floor), they found an opening in easy reach, only if they balanced precariously on a crooked plank extending from the questionable patch of compacted debris. After some ways, Mug jumped from the wobblily makeshift bridge, to another segment of board that appeared more secure. Rye jumped next, and Lope with Wisp leapt simultaneously.

Lope glanced back and down, when the plank of wood gave and curdled shriek and plunged. Close. He needed to be more careful, a fall like that would make dead. On that note, he scooted after the others, before he could lose his way. Should Mug or someone decide on a different course, and the break away. That would not be good.

Then, someone flapped their sleeve, like clothing whipping in the gale, like the discarded garments whipping in the gutted wood above. Warning! Why the warning? What danger? He didn’t utter a sound, but held steady and peered around and into the gaping walls encircling them. The lights dulled and nearly went out completely, but blazed vibrant once more with renewed purpose. He nearly lost his balance on the beam of wood, confused, and trying to focus through the dull pressure in his head. Below, all the way ay the end of the hallway, a door swept open.

He suspected a Viewer, or some other creature to crawl out. He did not expect that shape to amble through and begin to uncoil. The higher the hat rose beneath their perch, the lower Lope huddled down with Wisp. The lights winked minutely and for one horrifying moment, he feared the dark would establish itself completely and they would be plunged into a nightmare. The veil of gloom does not take root in their eyes, but he almost wished it had. His steely gaze tracked the slow stride of the adult, the sharp clack of its steps gutted the cavernous walls around them. It was so tall, the hat could’ve nearly brushed the bottom of the wood plank he and Wisp perched upon. He couldn’t look away. Was it that terrifying, or did the creature have some other power?

It seemed to take forever for the tall-tall figure to traverse across the lower floor and reach a corner of the hall. In a flash, it’s distorted shape faded within a gloss of shadows and by the time the bulbs reasserted themselves, the figure had vanished entirely.

For several minutes he’s frozen, uncertain what he saw. It’s only when Wisp titled beneath his gaze and motioned - very carefully so as not to spook - that he snapped his face up. Again, Wisp chittered and tugged his wrist.

Go. We leave.

He nodded. That sounded good. He was still shaken and his balance unsteady, but he managed to keep up with the others.

They reached a mostly together portion of floor from the bridge. Rye looked them each over in turn, face whiter than normal, eyes glassy. Thoughts amess. They knew. They all knew what that was, no one had to utter a sound.

The nightmare omen of the Pale City. Somewhere at one point or another, they each saw speek of the creature. None of them ever paid mind to it, no one brought it up. It was bad. Taboo. The Broadcaster. He haunted the city through and through, lurking in the televisions, snatching careless children, driving others to craze. It was not like other creatures, reacting to sounds, light, or movement. As far as they knew, it was an ominous thing that could not be tricked. In some speek it was shown to lurk in the static - if someone was brave (or dumb) enough, the shape of a too-tall man would sometimes appear, but only briefly. It was warning speek, so, no one in his group ever tried that. But now? Now the Broadcaster was in this building, prowling. No rhyme or reason. It operated in solitude, took whatever it wanted, and answered to no other creature.

They had to get out of here.

To say they were on edge was an understatement. This place was a wreck, more than the other building they crawled out of to reach the window. Lope was still soaked, same as the others. Not one of them cared if they had to swim out of this place, it was too dangerous. The Broadcaster was here, then he must be searching for them.

This was bad. And he was suspicious of Wisp.

Not for any particular reason. He kept an eye on his friend, while he crouched and waddled beneath a break in the wall. They searched for passages, open doors, avoided the rooms with jolly chimes and gurgling Viewers. It was important to stay off radar. Stray away from the 'one-eyed-monster', as much as possible. Sometimes... that was impossible, the building didn't stop being broken for their convenience.

Wisp was smart. And he joined after him. It’s not like he thought the kid abandoned his friends, but he seemed to know a lot of different things. He had a pack before, and before them. Where were those other kids now? They all came from somewhere, but Wisp? He was the newest.

The lower windows might be close enough to a building, and if they could get enough clothing or bedsheets gathered. A potential rope. Preparation would take time, and some of them had to sit in one place to braid the rope, so it would be strong and not break to make dead. But they had to find a window in a vacant room, that faced another building, or find how high they were. Until the Broadcaster, a means of away was not important. Food first. This place was danger, they needed a window to see how high they were.

Rye was stressing. When they scurried through a corridor, he kept glancing at the lights. This Lope noticed, and he remembered the bulbs flashed when the Broadcaster appeared. The lights flickered anyway, but not like for the tall man in the hat. They are safe to search, but the flutter of lights spiked Lope's unease. The Viewers did not stop being a threat, and if the pack isn't alert, the morbid things chase. They want to avoid televisions anyway.

The clutch breaks apart for some time, to root out rooms in pairs, seeking out the windows and diverting paths to reach rooms which might share windows. Someone is to lift, while the other catches the sill. They reach out at each other with suppressed speek. Can't get lost, don't get separated. Nothing here. Here I am. Where are you? They must make sure no one is caught, the pack needs numbers to find an out.

When they regroup in the corridor, Mug admitted first. She tugged the edge of her poncho, clicking and gesturing. On this side, the windows are too high. There is no reach for ground.

They are so tired, but Lope doesn’t bring attention to that. Either a rope, or they’ll take their chances with a window. He chittered, quieter.

Check windows. Still?

Rye nodded, but didn’t look at him. The place was coming undone, but it was unlikely they would find a shattered wall that led elsewhere. Paths were seldom direct.

None of the rooms on this level had anymore doorways that the quartet could get open. All the windows, either shut or broken, did not open near enough a ledge or other surface they could scale along. But it was Wisp who located an opening under a rotted bed, which made it possible to drop down safely into the lower floor.

Silently, they plopped onto a hill built of clothing and perhaps bodies (the flies swarmed when they fell in). The room was cluttered with murk and great swabs of dust, each of them choked on dry swallows and wheezed as they rooted around. It was then Mug making the creaky floor noise, indicating a break hidden in the wall. If not for dull radiance clamoring from the televisions, the opening might've gone missed. The narrow tunnel led into a brighter room, where the Viewer stood plastered to its suspended television screen. The next room lay dark around them, but enough light from the television flashing through the background afforded some clarity. Enough to see that the entire next room had collapsed, among other rooms and more floors caved downward.

Upon finding a mostly together sequence of ledges and planks, the quartet descended. Going down was good, Lope reflected. Out maybe. When he checked out the windows, he couldn't decide how high they were. Mist covered much of the below. None of them knew how high they really were, or how long down could take, even if they had the privilege of a stairway.

Among the ruble, melodies played from a television. The body of a Viewer, or what was left of it, was crammed among the splintered timber. The further the trope descended, the more the ruble and chaos of their surroundings retreated. A corridor creaked around them, pieces of the building loomed or lay jammed into the cracked walls. Of the light that remained in the ceiling, few still sparked with shy radiance. When they came onto a door, Rye hoisted the nearest - Lope - up to the latch. It was unlocked, but the warped panel required three children to force it inward. Barely.

The area they filed into was a large chamber, and they could see a staircase ascending into sinister depths. Obscure debris and a few pieces of furniture decorated the floor, but of a way out they couldn’t spy. Wisp and Mug began one way, while Lope followed Rye around the wall in the opposite direction. On the further side of the room, a dangling lamp flashed within the grate cage of an elevator. The contour of light revealed an archway of a corridor across the wall, as with so much potential. Lope was getting excited -

Without warning Rye snatched his hand and tugged him to the side, toward a flat cart loaded with cages. The metal smelled horrendous, but not as terrible as the contents. Somewhere across the room, Wisp or Mug snapped their sleeve. A danger.

If the chamber was soundless as when the group was present, it was even more vacant and still with the pairs sheltered away. Elsewhere, water trickled through the corridors and rooms within the building. The craft of concealment is hardwired into all children - if they kept still and didn’t think, the danger would not suspect.

Inside the elevator, the bulb glittered and waned. This went dismissed, when a dark shape flashed at the furthest edge of the room, nearer to a pile of mattresses. A rat, or some other creature?

The shape detached from the gloom and skittered along the outer layer of shaded veils, examining the furniture and then twisting around, then looking skyward to check the ceiling above. Along with the stairwell knotted high, fading into the wreckage. The figure spun around, tail flashing.

Another child. Rye cooed and uncoiled a bit, but wouldn’t emerge entirely. He checked the flicking light in the elevator, and the bulbs spared around the room. More importantly, the other child bolted and scurried up beneath a crushed desk.

All of them, five now, hiding in a room. Waiting for the threat to pass.

The faint radiance in the elevator doused and a bent silhouette emerged from the adjacent corridor, as if it had been punched out from a deep, dark pit. It slipped into the room, the shoes clacking across the worn floorboards in their sinister way, ticking down the seconds they had remaining in their life.

Being this close was so much worse. Lope resisted the urge to cower down further, the strange buzzing wafted off the creature like a fire. The noise bounced within his skull, expanded on his aching head. And the thing was huge, like a skyscraper out for a stroll! When it bypassed him and Rye completely, he didn’t have sense left in him to feel relief. That grinding hum was too much, his whole frame vibrated into submission.

He did manage to shift closer beside Rye, only for a better view of where the monster was going. To his horror, the tall thin man strolled right over to where the fifth kid stashed away. Creeping further around the cage, he tried to see where Wisp and Mug went, if they were watching. He couldn’t figure out where they went. Good. Hidden.

That kid. He picked the worst hide spot! No! NOO!

No.... Something weird happened. The monster actually bypassed the kid, barely a glance. Maybe. He’s certain there was a downward tilt of its head, but nothing else. It kept going.

This crazy yo-yo kid scrambled out from under the desk and started chasing the monster. He made a few noises, but the monster didn’t react. What was going on?

Lope shifted and checked Rye, and Rye returned the look. Concern and panic. Something was wrong here, but they didn’t know what. It was too soon to run, but when would it be too late? Did this kid… no. He must’ve seen them. Why was that kid doing this?

Rather twist around and seize the child, kick him, step on him, tear him out of reality, anything. The monster casually shifted and had to have seen the kid, but from the distance and its height, Lope can’t be certain. It did nothing, aside from crackle with a vibrating wail. The den was overwhelming. That didn’t seem to bother the nutty kid, and he might’ve… made a sound back. It was impossible to tell, the vibrations and distortions rebounding muddled everything. The monster continued walking at its leisure gait.

And the crazy kid followed.

When the Broadcaster reached the ascending steps it flashed, winking out of existence only to reappear on the upper level. It dissolved into the shadows, taking the grating disruption and clamor with it. The strange kind hiked up the steps, winding around collapsed plaster and vanishing momentarily. Where the kid went, Lope couldn’t say, he must have reached the upper level.

The silence reasserted itself, but did not restore completely or comfortably. It was like the static interference saturated the shadows curling across the floor, forming an inky web stretched thin and ready to detect the slightest breath. It is forever or near long enough, before Rye even dared move.

No one knows where to go, but they followed Rye. He scrambled to the corridor from where the creature appeared, with Lope close behind. Wisp and Mug reappeared, safe, and badly shaken from the experience as well. They were not finding the way out. They were very lost and very confused, and only knew the danger was elsewhere. For a while. No assurance.

That was what Lope thought. He’s surprised Wisp didn’t take off, but where would he have gone?

Somewhere in the corridor, Rye found a door that was boarded up. He began prying at the bottom planks, wrenching them out inch-by-inch, the nails shrieking. Wisp got in close to Rye and helped him snap the board loose. Once more, they pried off a second plank of wood; it barely hit the floor and the kids were squeezing through the space, pawing at each other to be the first.

The room was dim, a high window cast light from the storms outside. They might be able to reach it, but how to get it open? Mug and Rye stood below gawking at it, while Wisp gave the room they now occupied a careful examination. The room was a smaller space, connected to another chamber by a tall archway. Hide spaces and potential breaks in the wall were absent, but another door in the other chamber might lead elsewhere. The passage was inky, uninviting. The monster came from there.

Watch. Lope inched closer to Wisp and nudged his elbow. Watch.

Wisp shuffled back and bobbed. Him and Lope returned the more inviting room, where Rye and Mug had already staked as nest. Wisp curled up beside the doorframe, arms wrapped around his knees while he gazed out into the corridor.

Lope didn’t like that. The monster was one thing, but that kid. This was confusing and wrong.

Gone. Lope crouched next to Wisp and snatched for attention. He made a gesture. “Gone,” he chittered. “Both gone.”

Wisp shook his head. “Ferrent,” he hissed.

Shh. Rye brought a finger to his face. He and Mug huddled together on the floor, shoulder to shoulder and whispering in each other’s ear.

“Ferrent?” Lope scooched closer. “What?”

The group rarely did voice speek, and Wisp did not have a grasp of the speek. Wisp starred at him, either trying to figure out a story or how to give it. Or both.

Wisp scurried over to a wall, his hands digging into the oversized pockets of his hoody. He pulled up a crayon and gave it a look, peeling a bit of paper back from the edge. A picture took shape on the wall, a creature with eyes and teeth. A monster. Then beside the enormous shape….

A small figure. A child.

Wisp indicated the small child. “Ferrent.” He continued sketching more of the small figures, in a cluster further from the monster. And the child. A crooked line separated the child and the monster, from the markings of some children. He pointed to the lone child, close to the monster. “Ferrent.”

The next set of picture speek had the child (Ferrent) with the cluster of children. Wisp drew a circle around them.

“Friend?” Lope cooed. Wisp scowled, and scratched out the picture of the circle and the cluster of children. Along with the one child (Ferrent).

The next speek featured the monster, in and amongst a cluster of children - a few less children in the cluster. The monster held a child in each hand, and one in its jaws. The other child, what Wisp called a Ferrent, was sketched off to the side and out of harms way. Then a circle wound around the lone child.

Lope explored the story over, the monster and the Ferrent. Another picture to add to the story, of the monster roaming elsewhere and the lone child (Ferrent) with it. He looked at Wisp, who had dropped the crayon with a biting crack, and stood with his fists pressed to the wall. His lip quivered, his dark eyes glistened in the pitiful light.

“Bad.” Wisp slipped down into a knotted huddle. He dropped the crayon and rocked.

Lope settled down beside the kid and curled his arms around his shoulders. Raising his head a bit, he checked on Mug and Rye. The two leaned on the other, dozing or in a some place beneath the terrors that had not quite reached them. This wasn’t the best place to nest, they didn’t have the chance to check the other side of the room. It couldn’t be bothered with now. He didn't want to disappear and be left.

After adjusting his footing, he set his chin on the back of Wisp’s neck and listened to the rain crash against the little window too high for them to reach. When they were able, they could find a way out. They could figure something out. It wouldn’t get them.

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Tangled Season 3 Rewrite: Varian/Quirin

Like a lot of fans of Tangled the Series/ Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure, I found myself unsatisfied with the relationship building in Season 3, mostly with dropping and under development of Varian’s relationships and redemption. I’ll be posting a series of ideas on how I would rewrite Season 3 to make it more satisfying. This list will cover Varian and Quirin’s relationship.

The Note: Instead of saying “All it said was ‘I’m so proud of you Varian, I always have been.’” Quirin says “Too many things to get into right now, but the most important thing I wanted you to know was that I’m so proud of you Varian. I always have been.”

Inspired by a scene Crystal-Moon-101’s fanfic “Stars in My Eyes”, Quirin rewrites the note and leaves on Varian’s bed, or he just presents it to Varian during the day.

Quirin’s past: Quirin opens up about his past, the Moonstone, the Dark Kingdom, his time in the Brotherhood, why he had to leave and why he settled down in Corona. When asked why he didn’t tell any of this to Varian he admits that he was scared of what Varian would do with the information. He was afraid that Varian would do something well-intentioned, but rash, that would land him in trouble with the King. He was afraid that Varian would try to bring Rapunzel into this and mislead her or cause her to clash with the King (he wouldn’t know unless told that Rapunzel was at odds with her dad after “The Quest for Varian”), suggest they go to the Dark Kingdom, start arranging the journey himself or tell all of Corona why the black rocks were here. He was afraid of what the King would do to his son if he started disturbing the delicate game/balance the King had made of the situation. He tells Varian a trait of his is when he sets his mind to do something he gets tunnel vision. He doesn’t think about how far reaching the effects of his actions can be. Varian admits all of what his father said is true, and that his father knows him better than he thought he did. Quirin can tell by Varian’s face, tone, and posture that one or a few of the things he feared and tried to prevent may have happened anyway.

Varian’s confession: This next scene played three ways in my head. One with just Rapunzel present, one with Rapunzel and Eugene present, the other without either them present, it’s just Varian and Quirin. It takes place immediately after Quirin shares his past.

With tears and a shaky voice, Varian admits what he’s done over the past year. Quirin has to walk out of the room to process what Varian has done, leaving Varian brokenhearted and sobbing.

With just Rapunzel, she takes Varian into her arms and holds him while he cries. She tells him to give his father a few minutes to process things. She says that even if Quirin is ashamed of what his son did, he should be proud that Varian told him the truth even though it was hard for Varian to say. After a few minutes, Rapunzel gets up to talk to Quirin to bring him back into the room to comfort Varian. She gives him a moment to speak his mind. He’s distressed at the mess Varian has landed himself in. He feels like he’s failed him as a father. He knows he can’t protect his son now. Varian has to fight this on his own. He has to watch his son struggle through even more distrust, more sneers, more leery looks, even some ridicule, name calling and harsh words, possibly threats and acts of violence. Things he has tried to shield Varian from or soften the blows of. Rapunzel tells him that he can make up for that by being there for Varian now. Being his support, reminding him that at the end of the day, there’s someone he can always come home to that loves him dearly.

With Eugene present, Eugene too has to step back a bit to process Varian’s side of the story. When he has done this, he places a comforting hand on Varian’s shoulder before he checks on Quirin seeing that Rapunzel has Varian in her arms. Here, Quirin admits that he wants to protect his son but now he feels that he really can’t. Eugene tells him that yes, Quirin’s ability to protect Varian from the people is relatively low right now. Varian screwed up and has climb out of this hole on his own and make amends himself. He also agrees that Quirin has been a bit a of distant father, even throws in a joking reference to the amber which earns a bit of a glare. Eugene recomposes himself and says Quirin can make that up to Varian standing by his side and support him. “You left him out there” (pointing back to dining room) “thinking that you’re ashamed of him, and that he’s lost any hope for a relationship he can have with you. Go back in there/Go to your son, and let him know that you’re here for him.”

When it’s just the two of them they are in the dining room or in Quirin’s room looking at his chest he brought from the Dark Kingdom. After Varian admits what he’s done Quirin leaves to process and compose himself. Varian, heartbroken, tears streaming down his face pleads in a desperate broken voice for his father to not leave him. His voice gets smaller as his father walks away. Quirin comes back after calming down. He holds his son as he cries into his shirt, apologizing over and over. It’s a rough conversation with Varian being vulnerable in his shame and Quirin venting some frustration but trying to hold it back for his son’s sake. At the end, Quirin says he’s proud of his son for telling him the truth.

Scene- Quirin comes in seeing his child hunched over, hugging himself as he sobs. He walks over to him, gently puts his hands over his son’s. Varian either jolts at the contact, or he takes a second before he looks up at his father. They hold each other’s gaze, reading the emotions the the others’ eyes before they shift their positions. Varian is practically on his father’s lap. Quirin brings Varian’s head to his chest, one hand on his head the other wrapping around his son’s small body. He really is a child dwarfed by his father, wrapped in the cocoon of his father’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I-I’m… I’m so sorry, Dad.”

“What are you sorry for?” Quirin asks. There’s a slight roughness in his voice mixed with other emotions. He’s sad, heartbroken, scared for his boy but decides to be strong for him. He’s trying to be gentle to coax words out of his son.

“Everything! For disappointing you, for what I did to the King and Queen, to Corona, (his voice speeds up before dissolving into sobs) to Rapunzel, the Saporians, the amber, all of it!”

He collapses into sobs that shake his whole body. Quirin shifts his arms to make sure he has room to breathe. Varian buries his face in his father’s shirt.

“I wish you would think about these things before you do them. Think about the consequences of your actions and how far they can reach.”

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“I hoped that it wouldn’t require a death to make you stop and examine your actions,” Quirin said.

“But it did.” Varian said a few tears coming down his face. “Y-your d-death, and almost a (sniffle) year in prison.”

Clearing the Air, Making Amends- Topics that the two will talk about and how they promise to change or do things differently moving forward.

Moonstone Headcanon: Quirin has PTSD from his time in the Dark Kingdom. The helplessness he felt with the Moonstone’s power, the failure he felt when they all had to leave, when he couldn’t protect his people, or his King.

Scene- After hearing accounts from Edmund and Adira on what the moonstone was like, volatile, unpredictable, destructive, Varian asks if his alchemy ever made his father feel like he was around a second moonstone. Quirin, not wanting to hurt his son doesn’t answer at first. Varian asks him to be honest with him. Quirin says “yes, some times were worse than others.” Varian is distressed that he caused his father so much pain and stress. He apologizes. Inside he wishes he had known about the Moonstone, maybe he would have toned down some of his experiments for his the sake of his father’s sanity.

Scene- After hearing a rough story about Quirin’s time in the Brotherhood, Varian hugs his father to comfort him. He can tell his father has a lot of heart wounds from the experience. He walks in front of his father who is sitting down, presses his father’s head to his front, holds it there with one hand, then drapes the other hand around his shoulders. “Thank you, Son,” Quirin says with a sigh and returns the hug. “You’re welcome. I’m really proud of you, Dad.” Quirin leans into his son. “Thank you.”

Scene- Quirin gets nightmares about the moonstone. Sometimes Varian’s alchemy gets mixed in there. Sometimes Varian dies, sometimes he’s mixing and pouring not even aware to the destruction he causes. Sometimes He and the moonstone merge into an entity. Destructive, but trying to have restraint.

Alchemy: Show or confirm how Quirin’s experience with the Moonstone has affected his view of Varian’s alchemy. If it’s volatile or unpredictable, don’t mess with it! He doesn’t understand alchemy, or how all the reactions come about. Varian says that he can always ask and he’ll be happy to explain it to him. At a different time, Eugene point out that Varian gets excited every time he talks about alchemy. Quirin confirms this but admits that it’s like trying to understand a foreign language. Using a foreign language as an example, Eugene says that if you know some basic words and sentence structure, context and meaning can be easy to pick up. Even cutting through the jargon can be easier if you know the basics of the language. Quirin realizes has to swallow his pride and re-channel his feeling of feeling stupid so he can connect with his son. It’s pointed out that if Varian can slow down and give Quirin time to process what he’s saying or use everyday language or simple terms or even bottom line something then go into more detail, Quirin can follow along better.

Taking on big projects: Quirin says that he was afraid to encourage Varian because he didn’t want Varian to take that as permission to take on bigger projects. But that’s what happened anyway (i.e. hot water system). Varian admits that he thought that if he successfully did something amazing for his village his father would be proud of him, praise him, look at him with pride instead of disappointment. Quirin apologizes for this. He says that the disappointment came from stress from dealing with the fallouts from the explosions. Also it seemed like in the excitement of his projects Varian would not consider how far the damage could reach if something goes wrong. It seemed like he didn’t have a contingency plan or failsafes to avert disaster. He also worries that Varian will hurt himself or get killed from his work going awry. Varian promises tot tone down his alchemy. Keep thing simple, no new chemical compounds.

Quirin wants his son safe but he doesn’t know how to go about that.

They discuss how Quirin felt with Varian’s alchemy. How worried it made Quirin that Varian never fully grasped how dangerous his alchemy methods were to himself and those around him. How Quirin was reaching the decision to let life teach his son the consequences of his actions. He just hoped that it wouldn’t require a death for Varian to step back and accept that what he was doing was overly risky. He knew a death could break his son causing him to breakdown in guilt and come out of it with a broken spirit.

He wants to protect his son from people. He’s been able to shield him from the brunt of their words, but now with Varian’s stint as a villain, he can’t protect him in that way anymore. It hurts and he feels like he has failed his son as a father. He later realizes that he can use his position as Village Leader to protect his son from threats and acts of physical harm, but that’s about all he can do for now.

Once Varian becomes more responsible with his alchemy and inventions Quirin starts being more vocal with his support of his son’s passion and works.

Explaining Alchemy- Varian explains that he felt alchemy was all he had since his mom is dead and he doesn’t have a good relationship with his father. Also asking him to give it up like some people wanted was like asking Monty not to make candy.

Varian shows his dad his notebooks, records, and chemical recipes. The notebooks are organized by year, records show the results of his mixtures and their reactions. He even has graphs and pictures in his records. Quirin turns to the explosives section. Tables for each explosive compound. Which mixtures cause explosions and how big those explosions are. Example “Flynnolium”, needs a reactant to explode and is very flammable. A table shows which equations cause big “BOOM”, and which produce flames but no explosion. The only constant on the page is “Flynnolium”.

Scene- “You take notes. Careful notes,” Quirin says flipping through one of his son’s notebooks.

“Kinda have to. I do, or rather did, a lot of mixing. It’s hard to remember every result of every combination I mixed.”

Quirin looks through one of the books. Tables that record chemical equations, how much of each chemical, and the result of the equation. There’s graphs of flame’s heights and sizes, rows of drawings of explosion radii. Multiple uses of DANGER! TOO MUCH! DON’T DO IT! AVOID FOR EVERYONE’S SAFETY!

“I had no idea.” Quirin says quietly, in awe and impressed by his son’s meticulous notes. He looks up at his son as he arranges things on a shelf. His eyes soft and proud, an equally soft smile on face.

“I wanted you to be proud of me” Varian explains that his bigger inventions were attempts to get his father to be proud of him. Varian realizes that he has to go into better detail of what that means. “I wanted to you to look at me with pride in your eyes, instead of disappointment. That’s what fueled me. I thought that if I could fix my mistake with the amber, we’d be good. I decided on my way to the castle that that day that I was going to be a different person. I wanted you to believe in me.”

It’s finally decided what both of them can do for each other. Varian promises no more mixing chemicals for awhile. He’s got a pretty good arsenal as it is. He promises to keep any new inventions small scale, calculate potential damage, and prepare for damage if something goes awry. Any big projects he’ll ask for help. (basically anything to help lower his dad’s stress levels). Quirin for his part promises to be more open with his son. Both in how much he loves him, and let Varian know when he sees something Varian can improve on. He agrees to ask about Varian’s alchemy projects more often. Varian promises to find a way to explain his projects in layman’s terms. In addition to this one of them buys Quirin a dictionary of alchemical terms to show he’s actively making an effort to get close to his son, to join him in his world.

Nightmares After being reunited, the two of them have frequent nightmares.

Ruddiger usually comforts Varian; sometimes his dad hears him and comes in to comfort him until he falls asleep.

If Quirin gets a bad nightmare regarding Varian dying, getting injured, or pleading with his father to save him and Quirin is unable to, he will go to Varian’s room and check on him. He’ll wake Varian up and try to calm him down if Varian is having a nightmare. He smiles if Varian is sleeping peacefully. He’ll stay and watch his precious son sleep.

Ruddiger will usually stay with Varian. However, there are times where he will hear Quirin come in while Varian is sleeping. If Ruddiger is awake enough, he’ll notice that Quirin has had a nightmare. If Varian is sleeping peacefully, Ruddiger will follow Quirin back to bed and lay near him. Quirin comes to appreciate this, he even tells Ruddiger one night that he’s grateful for his presence in their lives. Ruddiger gives a soft, happy chitter in response.

When both of Varian and Quirin have night terrors, Quirin goes to Varian’s room (he may or may not have heard Varian yell). They calm each other down, then embrace in a sweaty hug. A few times, after they’ve calmed down and they’re not ready to be alone, Quirin invites Varian into his room. They get into Quirin’s bed after switching the sweaty pillows. Once they’re tucked in, Quirin wraps his arms around his son. In this case Ruddiger climbs onto the bed and will do one of three things:

1) He’ll place himself next to Varian or he’ll find a divot on top of the blankets and nestle himself there. He makes sure he’s in arms reach of both the humans, or by their legs.

2) He’ll find a spot between the father and son and position himself there so Varian can wrap his arm around him. He pays attention to whether they need to have close contact. He won’t get in the way if they really need to be close.

3) If Quirin is on his back and Varian is resting his head on his father’s chest or shoulder, Ruddiger will sleep on Quirin tummy.

EXTRAS: Ideas that didn’t really fit in the categories above

The first night or three after Quirin’s release from the amber, father and son slept in each other’s arms, not wanting to be apart. Varian either had his hand or his head or both on his father’s heart to guarantee that his father was with him.

Quirin standing up for his son against jerks in Corona or against Nigel. Speaking against threats or when comments about his son get taken too far. Occasionally he will draw himself up to full height and berth to warn people not to touch his son.

Quirin gives Varian the money to buy the albemic he mentioned in “Day of the Animals”, and packed a couple ham sandwiches and apples for Varian’s lunch for the trip.

The Saporians break out again, target and capture Varian. Quirin fights Kai then Andrew, and knocks Clementine out while the handle of his sword before she can use the wand in a surprise attack. Varian’s jaw drops seeing his father’s control and power with his sword. When Varian is recovered and the Saporians thwarted, Andrew makes a final attack on Varian. It’s intercepted by Quirin who then grabs Andrew by the throat, lifts him and warns him to stay away from his son. While they are walking back home, Varian is marveling at his dad’s skill. Someone informs Varian that Quirin was holding back. If he wanted the Saporians dead, they would be dead. He says he didn’t kill for his son’s sake and for his own; Varian’s aversion to blood and not wanting to be the reason someone died, and Quirin has seen enough death from the Moonstone.

Scenes of Varian and Quirin fighting side by side in the final battle. (WHY DID WE NEVER GET THIS?!?!)

Both of them riding on Ruddiger, Quirin welding a sword, or hammer like I’ve seen in some fanart.

Quirin using Varian’s alchemy balls and the Project Obsidian bazooka to trap their enemies and protect his son when enemies get to close. Sometimes he throws the wrong alchemy balls to his mild frustration.

Varian using his alchemy to protect his father’s flank and blindspots. Throws a smoke bomb to hide his dad. Takes Quirin awhile to re-adjust before he lands a punch to an enemy. A bit later he warns Varian not to obstruct his view while fighting. It makes him an open target.

Battle banter and encouragement! WE GOT SO ROBBED!!

Hope you guys enjoyed my ideas and scenes. I will be posting more so stay tuned! Have blessed day and Advent (if you celebrate that).

#tangled rewrite #tts season 3 #tangled season 3 #rapunzel's tangled adventure season 3 #varian #quirin #ruddiger #family fluff #family angst #fluff and angst

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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Embers XII

Chapter XII: the devil’s playing tricks on me...

Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex, to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

Summary of chapter: After weeks chained up and trapped, Katie and Alex finally escape but things don’t go as smoothly as either of you hoped.

Warning: Trigger warning for abuse, language, angst and fear, bad Google translating skills

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing these two chapters, as twisted as that sounds, but it was like a sudden burst of inspiration hit and I just kind of had a flow going. Hopefully this chapter will be the same thing and I hope you all continue to enjoy the chapters! Thanks for reading! Stay golden, loves <3

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Katie’s P.O.V

“Katie, Katie...” Evan’s voice called to you

“Evan?” you murmured

“Wake up, sleepy head. Alex is gonna be late for school” he laughed

“School?”

“Yeah, you know that place the kids go to learn?”

“Are we home?” you asked, noticing Evan’s eyebrows crease together

“Of course you’re home!”

“I had the strangest dream...”

“Get up,” Evan mouthed but a different voice came from his throat, “wake up, Katerina!” You woke up to find Jeff hovering over you, “were you having a bad dream?” He smirked, forcing you to look around you. Damn it, you thought to yourself, of course it was just a dream, “I’ve got a busy day today,” Jeff continued, “Errands to run, people to see, things like that... You’re going to have to be on your own today. I expect you to stay put. Are you going to behave?”

“Where am I gonna go?” you chided, lifting up your arms as high as you could before the chains stopped you

“After you tried to run away last time, I have no choice,” he replied and you turned your head away from him, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You were starting to lose hope and all track of time; you couldn’t tell if you had been there for weeks or months.

“Mom?” Alex called through the vent

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do, Alex, why?”

“I just wanted to tell you, in case...” he trailed off

“Baby, no, shh,” you tried but your throat was so dry that you almost couldn’t speak, “don’t think like that. We’re getting out of here, remember? Together”

“I’m sorry if I was mean to Buck”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought dad would come back and be mad that you were with someone else...”

“Sweetheart, maybe you should go back to sleep. We don’t need to talk about this, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I know Buck didn’t either”

“I really like him. He’s so funny and he’s a firefighter!”

“He likes you too, bud.”

“He’s gonna get us out of here, I know it. I can feel it”

“Alex...” you sighed, “he’s not gonna get us out of here. He doesn’t even know where here is. We’re gonna have to get ourselves outta this one, kid.”

“Well, we can do it.”

“You’re chipper today” you scoffed

“He’s gonna be gone most of the day, mom, we can get away...”

“Alex, my love...” you frowned, “I can’t get out of these chains which means I can’t get to you. Not without Jeff...”

“Maybe I can..” you heard him struggling, assuming he was trying to get out of the shackles, “just pull my...”

“Don’t sweetheart, I don’t want you to hurt yourself”

“I think I’m almost out” he groaned just as the front door opened

“Stop, Alex!” you urged, “you need to stay put okay? Just for a little longer”

“What’s he doing back?” Alex said in fear

“I don’t know, just stay put.” Jeff crept into the bedroom, sitting on the bed beside you.

“I guess I had less to do than I thought I did” he smirked

“I’m sorry” you whispered

“What?” he asked

“I shouldn’t have tried to run away,” you said, “I was just worried for Alex. I know now you’re not going to hurt him...”

“I appreciate your apology,” he smiled, “that couldn’t have been easy for you. I’m not going to hurt either of you unless you try to run away again. But the two of you need to eat, so if you promise to behave, I’ll take the chains off.”

“I promise” you shook your head frantically and waited for him to undo the chains that kept you in place. He walked you to the table and sat you down before going back and bringing Alex to you; setting down quite the feast in front of you.

“Slow down little man” Jeff laughed as Alex scarfed down the food on his plate

“Manners, Alex...” you added, trying to play the role that Jeff wanted you to. He smiled at your words but quickly changed the topic

“There’s been quite the commotion going on in the 118...” he said, looking over at you while you tried to keep your eyes down, “someone put out an AMBER alert and everything”

“Oh?” you said, still looking at your plate

“Yeah,” he continued, “I think you need to make a call”

“A call?” you perked up your head at the idea of being able to hear your mother’s voice again, maybe talk to Evan or anyone from the outside world.

“To clear some things up,” he added, “you know, before we leave”

“Leave?” you and Alex questioned, dropping your forks

“Where are we going?” Alex asked

“Well, I was thinking about it,” he started, “this place is nice. L.A. weather is beautiful, but it’s not like Peachtree. After all, there’s no place like home right?”

“You wanna take us back to Georgia?”

“It’s home. We deserve to start our family where it feels like home.”

“But my mom, Alex’s grandma, she’s here. She’ll be all alone, we can’t leave her.” You tried, furrowing your brow at his words

“That’s what the phone call is for.” He admitted and you looked at Alex, “you’ll explain to her that you’re missing home and that she’s always welcome for a visit but both you and Alex just had to go back to Peachtree”

“You want me to lie to her?”

“It’s necessary,” he stated calmly, “if that Buckley had just minded his own business you wouldn’t have to lie. But here we are...”

“Can Alex at least say goodbye to her as well?” you asked, “I don’t want to be the only one she hears from...”

“Fine. But only 10 minutes, five each!” He gave you the phone and you dialed your moms number

“Mom?” you whispered

“KATIE?!” she exclaimed, “oh baby girl! Are you alright?” you felt your eyes well up with tears at her question

“I’m fine, mom,” you replied as she let out a whimper, “mom? Mom? I can’t hear you, are you still there?” you faked

“I’m here sweetheart!” she said, forcing you to muffle the sounds

“I need a better signal.. outside?” you asked hesitantly and much to your surprise, Jeff agreed. You took Alex’s hand and led him outside to continue the call, “Mommy?” you continued

“Oh baby, it’s so good to hear from you. Where are you?” she asked, her voice shaky as she tried to control her tears

“I love you, mom.” You said, small tears flowing freely from your eyes now, “no matter what, always remember that, okay?”

“Katerina, sweetheart, you’re scaring me. Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you okay?”

“I can’t...” you said, stopping her, “we’re going home. You can visit us but we’re going home...”

“Katie?”

“Alright that’s enough!” Jeff shouted as he made his way over to you and Alex

“Wait!” you shouted, “Alex didn’t get to talk to her.” You handed the phone to your son before whispering something in his ear and moving in front of him

“Oma?” his little voice spoke, “Mama says we’re coming home! Are you gonna be there?”

“I think you’ve both had enough time, you’ve said what I allowed you to stay” he huffed, moving closer to you and Alex but not before you pushed your son toward the car, handing him the keys that you managed to sneak from the bowl by the door, “Katerina...” he said, slowly stepping toward you, “you said you’d behave”

“Alex!” you called to your son to get him to start the car

“Don’t be stupid, Katie.” Jeff argued, “you know what happens if you get in that car...” You inched backward but Jeff inched forward, anger covering his face until it overcame him. He lunged at you and you lunged to the side, knowing he would run after you before he ran to Alex

“I told you,” you sneered, “you should’ve let him go. He’s done nothing to you.” When he got close enough to you, you kicked your leg out hoping that it would connect with some part of him, and it did. You somehow managed to kick him square in his chest and knock him down, but with that, you lost your footing, falling onto your back

“Why do you have to fight me every step of the way?!” he shouted as he grabbed your shirt in his hands, lifting you up and knocking your head against the hard ground

“MOM!” you heard Alex shout from the car, the noise distracted Jeff long enough for you to knee him in his groin and get yourself up. When you got into the car, you looked around frantically, shit, you said under your breath, smiling at your son

“It’s fine. Never driven manual before but I guess I’m gonna have to learn. Fast.” You sighed and began shifting the car into gear, wincing at the grinding sounds it made

“KATERINA!” you heard Jeff shout and, in sheer panic, you stepped on the gas, forcing the car to scream as it made its way down the road

“Mom, make it stop!” Alex whined as he held his fingers in his ears

“I know, baby, I’m trying...” you kept fidgeting with the stick shift, somehow managing to get the car into gear and speed down the road. A car sped behind you, hitting your back bumper and pushing you forward. You knew it had to be Jeff and he was going to be ruthless, “seat belt, Alex.” You prompted before you sped up as fast as you could manage; there were no cars on the road so you swerved around the road occasionally to evade Jeff’s collision attempts. It didn’t take long until you got into the city, the tell tale L.A. traffic stopping you in your tracks, “no no no no no” you whined, looking behind you for where Jeff was and around for an exit, “hold on sweetie.” You inhaled sharply before switching the car into a gear that seemed to work, at least for the time being, as you jumped the divider and drove on the wrong side of the highway

“MOMMY!” Alex cried

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Just stay back in your seat okay?” you tried to calm him, sticking your arm out in front of him so he wouldn’t fly forward, “Oh god, I’m breaking so many laws right now, so many laws...” you whispered under your breath, looking in the rear view mirror to find Jeff coming up fast behind you, “You’ve got to be kidding!” He hit you once, just as you were faced with an oncoming car and a helicopter circled overhead. Shit, you sighed, continuing to speed down the highway; hoping you would get out of this alive.

Evan’s P.O.V

“Have you seen this?” Chimney asked as he flew into the kitchen of the Firehouse and turned on the news, “there’s a car chase!”

“Who the hell could be that stupid?” Hen said

“Can you please turn it off?” You barked, rubbing your temples

“We’re not sure exactly who either of the individuals are in these vehicles, but what we can tell you is that the one ahead is a 1967 Mustang with California plates and the one behind is a late model Chevy truck but there are no plates. It appears--”

“Wait, did they say Mustang?” You interrupted the broadcast

“Yeah, why?” Chim said, cocking his eyebrow at you

“Where are they?”

“I-10?”

“That’s Jeff’s car. That means that Katie is in one of those cars...”

“Buck, you don’t know that!” Hen called to you as you ran out of the building

“Maddie,” you called your sister, “you’ve seen the car chase right?”

“Yes, Buck, it’s all over the news” she scoffed

“I need you to keep me in the loop. Any 9-1-1 calls that come in, got it?”

“Evan, you know I can’t--”

“Just do it!” you interrupted before hanging up and jumping in your car. You growled as you weaved through traffic, evading the police cars that soon followed behind you

“SIR, PULL OVER!” a voice boomed over the speaker when you wouldn’t pull over, “PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER NOW!” You started to speed up but when another cruiser stopped in front of you, you almost crashed into it. You put your hands out the window as they approached you

“You don’t understand,” you pleaded, “I have to follow the car chase”

“Watch it on T.V., like everyone else...”

“I need to get to them. My girlfriend is in one of those cars, she’s in trouble!”

“I’d say so. She broke the law, big time. Then again, so did you.” you rolled your eyes before asking them to call Athena

“Athena Grant” you pleaded but they just shoved you into the back of the cop car and took you to the station. Damn it

Katie’s P.O.V

The gears were starting to really grind and you couldn’t focus on anything because the sound was too loud

“UGH!” you groaned as you tried to not only outrun Jeff but keep your son safe. You looked in the rear view mirror just as Jeff rammed into the back of the car and you spun around before the car collided with another at the intersection; luckily it hit your side and not where Alex was sitting but when you came to, you saw that the windshield had been broken and you couldn’t find your son. Fearing he might have flew through the glass, you looked around outside, finding Jeff holding Alex near the edge of a bridge

“Why did you run, Katerina?” Jeff yelled

“Let him go!”

“You betrayed me, my love...” he frowned

“I didn’t betray you,” you yelled, “and I’m not your love!”

“What is it about this boy that makes everyone crazy?” he said angrily, “It turned Jesse into a weak, careless man. It turned you into a backstabbing bitch. Why?”

“Let him go. Please” you begged

“Step away from the boy!” The Police said as they circled around. You moved slowly toward them, trying your best to get Jeff to let Alex go

“He doesn’t know the cruelty of the world yet,” you said, “don’t let this be how he experiences life now. Through nothing but fear...”

“What happens if he dies?” Jeff said easily, like it was second nature, and your chest filled with sorrow, fearing for your son’s life more and more with every passing second

“I die, too,” you said simply, a tear falling from the corner of your eye at your confession, “I can’t live without him. I won’t.”

“Sir, step away from the edge and give us the boy!” a Police officer shouted once more as you stepped even closer to Jeff and Alex

“Well, Katie,” he sighed, “I guess you’ll have to --” His words were cut off by a bullet striking his chest

“NO!!!!” you flew forward, crashing onto the ground just in time to to grab Alex’s arm, watching as Jeff’s body splashed into the water below. Alex screamed as your nails dug into his skin, “hold on baby, don’t let go!” Your weight shifted forward and you felt a sudden pain in your side, you must have landed on something when you jumped on the ground but you couldn’t let Alex see you in pain

“Mommy, I’m scared!” he screamed, crying as he flailed in your grasp, hanging over at least a 50 foot drop.

“I know, baby, I’m scared too,” you admitted, wincing slightly at whatever was digging in your side, “but you’re so so brave. You’re my beautiful brave boy and I need you to keep being brave okay?”

“Okay” he sniffled

“Can you do that for me?” You repeated, Alex nodded in response while you listened to the commotion behind you. You thought you heard someone calling 9-1-1 but you could only hope that your arms were strong to hold onto Alex until they got here. “Alex, baby,” you said through strained breaths, “hold onto to me with both of your hands okay?”

“Okay” he hesitated as he brought his other arm up to grab your hand, his small hands wrapping around your wrist

“That’s it,” you smiled, “okay baby. Now we have to be very still. Help is on the way so just be very very still, as still as you can.” He nodded, looking straight ahead and you just hoped he wouldn’t look down; you rested your head on the concrete to take the strain off of your neck for a moment when you heard the sirens coming. Thank you, you said under your breath to no one in particular, but when you heard a sound closer than the siren, you jerked your head up to find a news helicopter trying to capture you on camera.

“MOMMY!” Alex screamed as he wiggled beneath

“ALEX, STOP MOVING!” you urged, panicking as you tried to lift him up or, at the very least, not drop him, reaching your your other arm to grab him, screaming at the sudden intense pain in your side. You felt like you were going to pass out from whatever you just did but you had to hold on to Alex, so you waited for the firefighters to show up and the helicopter to move further away.

“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?” a familiar voice called out but with all the other sounds in the background, you couldn’t quite make out who it was, “someone needs to get that bird out of here. What are they t-- Miss, everything is going to be okay, we got you.”

“Bobby?” you said when you finally recognized his voice

“Katie?” he exclaimed and you turned to look at him, smiling when you saw his face

“Bobby, it’s you...” you let out a sigh of relief

“It’s me, it’s us.” He spoke as calmly as he could, having to yell over the noise around you, “We’re gonna get you and Alex out of here but I need you to stay still for a little while longer okay?”

“Bobby?” you called him back before he could leave, “you need to take Alex. I can’t let him see me die...”

“You’re not going to die” he promised and you creased your forehead, eyebrows pulling together empathetically

“Take him, Bobby, please, before he falls...” you pleaded but Alex started to wriggle again, “Alex, baby, stop moving please. Look, Bobby’s here to help us”

“I can’t hold on, mama” he cried

“Yes, you can, baby,” you said calmly, “listen to me. You’re so brave, your father was terrified of heights”

“He was?” Alex replied, seemingly distracted by your statement

“Yes,” you laughed, feeling Bobby’s eyes on you as you spoke to your son, “he never could’ve done as amazing as you’re doing right now. He would’ve panicked and fallen but not you. You’ve kept so calm, I know you’re scared buddy. That’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. You’re doing so well, being so brave. But I need you to keep staying still, like I told you before, remember? So that you don’t slip and so Bobby can come get you. I promise, I’m not going to let go until I know they’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, everything is going to be okay. We’re gonna make it baby, together. I promise.” You nodded, your long hair falling in front of your face so you could only see from your one eye facing Bobby. He signalled to someone on the other side that they were good to go down while he talked to you

“Alright, Katie, we’ve got Alex. You can let go now” he said softly

“You’ve got him?” you spoke to whoever was on your other side

“I’ve got him, you can let go Katie” Eddie’s voice spoke to you and you exhaled for the first time in what felt like days, dropping your head onto the concrete

“Thank you” you sobbed quietly.

“Cap, we got a problem here,” you heard Chimney say, likely noticing the cut in your side, “she’s loosing a lot of blood.”

“Let’s get her on her back. Gently. 1.. 2.. 3!” Bobby counted as they helped you onto your back

“Looks like a piece of glass...” Hen started

“The cars..” you said, “we crashed... I had to jump so Alex didn’t fall”

“Alright,” she whispered, “it’s alright. Save your breath okay?” You nodded as Hen took Bobby aside and you were left with Eddie and Chimney

“Where’s Alex?” you panicked

“He’s in the Ambulance, he’s okay.” Chimney said

“You did great, kept him calm the whole time” Eddie added

“He’s okay? Is he hurt?” you asked again

“He’s fine. Little bump on the head” Eddie replied but you could tell he was lying to calm you.

“Where’s Evan?” you asked, realizing he wasn’t there

“He’s... not working today” Chimney said

“He’s always working” you chided as Hen and Bobby made their way to you so she could examine your wound, pressing on your ribs until you cried out in pain

“It looks like Traumatic Pneumothorax” she said

“Ooh... big words..” you tried to laugh, “what does that mean?” Suddenly, you began coughing violently, so much so that you were coughing up blood and the team had to put you on your side

“Katie, Katie!” Bobby called to you and you outstretched your hand to take his

“Make sure Alex is okay, I’ll be fine..” you said before more blood coated your lips and forced its way out of your body. Eddie urged you to keep your arm over your head so they could help you

“KATIE!” you could swear you heard Evan calling to you. The panic in his voice almost as present as it was in yours when you were looking for Alex, “KATIE!” there it was again only this time, Bobby’s voice was added to it

“Buck, stop. Listen, you need to stay back. Go check on Alex, we’ve got this,” you heard Bobby say before Evan tried to argue his way to you, “we’ve got this. Go check on Alex...” You began looking around, noticing a tall body beside Hen as she said they were going to put you on a gurney. You furrowed your brow as you watched this figure follow you into the Ambulance and you were slowly able to discern the clothes they were wearing. When it finally clicked in your mind that you were seeing Jesse, a stream of tears fell from your eyes

“Katie?” Chimney asked when he saw the tear fall, “what’s wrong?” The team watched as you stared at the empty space where you saw your dead husband

“I’m not a religious person,” you started, in almost a whisper as your throat was so dry you couldn’t speak too loudly, “my mom is. She used to take me to church every Sunday growing up”

“That’s okay..” Bobby replied, trying to get you to stop talking

“She believed it all. God, Angels, Heaven, Hell, Demons, The Devil...” you continued, still looking at Jesse’s face who had contorted to a loving smile to a sympathetic frown, “but she never believed in ghosts. I never knew why. I believe in ghosts, I always did. So I asked her one day--” Your eyes still not leaving the empty space beside Eddie

“Katie, you need to conserve your breath” Eddie pleaded softly

“She told me that ghosts were just the Devil’s way of playing tricks on us...” You finally looked at Bobby, who scrunched his eyebrows together before noticing your eyes drifting, “so why.. spielt der Teufel mir einen Streich?” The words were whispered so softly that you weren’t even sure if anyone heard them before your sight went completely dark and you could only hear your husband’s voice calling to you.

Evan’s P.O.V

When you showed up at the hospital, you tried to find where Katie but found her mom talking to the 118 instead

“Leny!” you called

“Evan!” she smiled, greeting you with a hug

“Have you heard anything?” you asked

“Not yet,” Helena said, gesturing back to Hen who had been talking to her before you showed up, “but Henrietta was just telling me something about what Katie said when she was in the ambulance”

“We think it was German” she added

“We didn’t understand it, it sounded like she was asking for Sprite?” Chimney continued

“Sprite?” Leny said confused

“It sounded like gibberish in all honesty, I heard why spilled toy fuel mine strike?” Hen said

“Spilled.. what was she saying before that?”

“She was talking about ghosts and you and religion?” Eddie added

“Spielt der Teufel mir einen Streich” she said under her breath

“What does that mean?” you asked

“Why is the Devil playing tricks on me...” She answered before dropping her head, “she must have seen something to make her think of that. I haven’t said that to her in ages. Not since she was a little girl...”

“Are any of you with Katie Richardson?” the doctor asked and the entire group stepped forward

“I’m her mother” Leny stated so the doctor could speak to her, you asked if you could go into the room with them and the doctor reluctantly agreed

“She was stable enough for us to do a blood transfusion. She punctured her left lung and, with the way her body was being stretched to keep her son from falling, the glass, or whatever cut through her, came dangerously close to her heart. You should know, your daughter had marks on her wrists and ankles that appear to be from being chained something -- her son has these as well...”

“Oh my god” she whispered

“I understand that the two of them were missing for some weeks, correct?” He asked and you nodded as Leny dropped her head on your shoulder, “it appears that she sustained a number of injuries. She had broken ribs on her right side, she’s badly bruised across her entire body. She has cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs and a small crack on her skull, likely from the car accident”

“Does Alex have these injuries too?” she asked

“No.” The doctor stated, dropping his eyes, “He has some injuries but no broken bones, no cracked ribs. It appears that her injuries are defensive. She was likely protecting her son whenever and, however, she could”

“Is she alright?” she questioned, “can we see her?”

“She’s still asleep. We’ve had to intubate her, so she won’t be able to speak when she wakes up”

“Can we just sit in with her?” you pleaded

“Everyone out there is with her?” he asked

“Yes” you replied

“I can only allow one person at a time.” You led Leny out of the room before the doctor stopped you

“Doc?”

“I’m assuming you’re the husband?” he said, giving you Katie’s ring they must have had to take off and you nodded because you didn’t want to explain, “your wife is very strong. To have sustained those injuries and still maintain the presence of mind to look after her son? It’s remarkable.” You thanked him before joining the group outside, waiting for when it would be your chance to see Katie.

“Thank you all,” you addressed the group that eagerly sat in the waiting room, “for getting them here safely. For taking such good care of them...”

“Just doin’ our job, Bucko” Chimney joked

“I mean it,” you continued, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if either of them... I was going crazy not knowing.” They comforted you as you took your own place in the waiting room before you were finally able to see Katie, sitting in a chair as she slept, slipping her engagement ring back onto her finger, “I’m so sorry, Katie,” you whispered, holding her hand in yours, “that I wasn’t there for you. That I couldn’t find you sooner...” You fell asleep almost as soon as you dropped your head onto her arm; you hadn’t fully slept since Katie and Alex went missing so having them both back and safe allowed you the peace of mind to finally fall asleep.

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philip-seville-archive · 3 years

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You’re My Number One || Tap

Summary: Tad comforts Pip post Phinnip beach fight and it inspires a teeny tiny talk about the future.

@i-am-obnoxious

Pip Seville

It did not take long to find Tad-- though they had not been dating long, naturally his boyfriend would not be far from the beach. And indeed, there he was, wading in the water, doing...something. Pip didn't care actually, he just needed to vent hardcore and that was exactly what a boyfriend was for.

"Oh my god, Tad, you will not believe the weird fucking conversation I just had with Phineas!" he launched right into it, kicking off his sandals so he could let the edges of the water roll over his toes. "UGH he's like so fucking infuriating I could scream right now!"

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Tad had mostly been splashing around in the water, yeah. He didn't go far in, mostly cause people were still weird about some Jaws situation or whatever. He wasn't that worried though. Shark attacks were like super rare and stuff.

His head jerked up as Pip came rushing over, eyes wide as he moved closer to his boyfriend, arms up. "Woah woah babe. Your vibes are like off the chart." He reached out to tug Pip in for a hug. "You wanna like breathe for a sec my d- babe? It's like a big puff in and out. It's seriously...super good when like the vibes of the universe are off balance."

Pip Seville

Pip appreciated the hug. Tad was warm and his clothes always had this lingering scent of chlorine from his swim practices, which Pip always found relaxing, like...Tad's aura was a spa or something.

He did not, however, appreciate being told to breathe.

"I know how to breathe," huffed Pip a bit impatiently. "I don't need to breathe, I need to rant. Out of nowhere, he just started attacking my life choices. Actually--it wasn't out of nowhere, I remember now. It was exactly right after I complimented him. How messed up is that? And he was like, oh going to NYC is so selfish and you're abandoning all your friends. Like what the fuck?"

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Woah. The vibes were way harsh for his babe, which was seriously not chill. It made Tad's vibes like the sea on a stormy day. He didn't want his babe to be upset and stuff. Though he also...didn't quite get why Phineas would harsh Pip's vibes like this.

"So like...." Tad looked like he was struggling to process a difficult math problem. A lot of computing was going on and it took him a moment to try to connect. So Phineas didn't like NYC. Or he didn't vibe with Pip going because Pip was awesome and who would want Pip to leave? That'd be sad vibes sure...

But why would Phineas get all ragey vibes? Unless he was like Tad, and totally vibed with how super mega foxy and awesome Pip was. "Woahhhhhh.....Phineas totally likes you babe."

Pip Seville

Pip did not need much to comfort him, so he liked to think. A soothing hand on the back. A shoulder to cry on, if crying was necessary. A promise to commit murder against the one who wronged him. Tad could even have said 'Dude, that sucks," and Pip would have nodded vigorously, feeling seen.

He was not expecting whatever the HELL just came out of Tad's mouth.

"What?!" Pip blurted, loud. "Wh-- no. No, aw, you're-- that's actually kind of sweet, I think, I don't know, because I marvel at how your brain works but-- no, trust me he definitely does not. This is not Mindy-Danny energy, this is more like..." what pop culture reference would Tad understand best? "Golem and Frodo. We both are very passionate about similar things, and would bite off each other's fingers to get said thing. Phineas is just trying to get under my skin."

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

"Aww but babe it's like...I get it kinda cause I'd be super sad to see you go but like...you're gonna be a rockstar and like sing and make everyone go woahhhh...." He squeezed Pip lightly. "But like that's your dream and stuff. Me I'd vibe in NYC and stuff. Y'know? Like...there are probably waves there somewhere..." He was pretty sure there was an ocean on that side of the states.

"But maybe Phineas gets like ragey instead of sad longingness vibes or something." He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say it made sense to be ragey vibes you know? But like...you're hot stuff babe."

Pip Seville

This was the most confusing, surreal pep talk that he'd ever had. And it was... turning him on?

Please see it from Pip's perspective: the moon behind Tad, as Tad held his hand and said all the right things and then some. That he was talented and destined for greatness, that Tad understood his dream, that Tad-- wait, he'd vibe in NYC? Wait, like...with Pip? As well? Together? At the same time? In the beautiful-ugly brownstone of Pip's wildest fantasies, where they'd host dinner parties and share a closet and he'd give Tad shoulder massages?!

You're hot stuff babe, said Tad, but it might as well have been a marriage proposal.

Wait. He was angry. Angry, not-- confused-overwhelmed-horny. Wow, having a boyfriend was a form of mind control, huh.

"I--" Pip was blushing deeply and stuttering now. "I...I really don't think he likes me but... so you're totally okay with me going to NYU?" was what he finally managed to get out of his mouth. Wow, he had forbid himself from talking about this until at least October, when early applications happened. Wtf Tad Fiske.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Maybe Pip didn't see how Tad saw things, at least about Phineas' weird crush energy. But Tad wasn't a super cool star in the making and stuff. Pip like sparkled dudes. He had sparkle lights around him. Every time he saw him, Tad felt even more of the gooey good vibes. It was impossible not to.

"I mean you were like totally planning it before we even started dating right babe? Would be kinda chaos energy vibes to be all mad about it." Which really didn't fit in with Tad's vibes at all. And anyway, New York seemed dope. Even if New Yorkers had this weird anti-LA vibe that LA people just...did not have. Whatever man. Tad vibed wherever he went.

Tad shrugged his shoulders. "If it makes you happy babe like yeah. Long distance people have vibed before. But like...I don't really feel the college vibe for me anyway so like...if we were still together and stuff I could go wherever. Open a hot dog stand...heard the hot dogs are seriously sick there, or like go pro surfer...woah imagine..."

Pip Seville

Okay, some of the NYC fantasies were dashed, drifting further and further with every word that Tad said and so Pip really had to stop him speaking. This was precisely why he had not wanted to talk about the big U word (uni) before October. For one, maybe he and Tad would break up! And another, why worry about it!

Why worry about the fact that Tad didn't want to go to college!

Why worry about the fact that Tad's dreams apparently amounted to open a hot dog stand.

One freak-out at a time please and-- wasn't it way sweeter to focus on the whole, Tad wanting to come to NYC for him and also his very open and generous statement about how getting mad at Pip was clearly crazy people behavior?

And so Pip just-- kissed Tad to stop him from imagining hot dog stands. And also to calm himself down-- kissing was infinitely better than breathing, so he leaned into Tad, let his arms wrap around his neck for just a few more moments before pulling away. "Thank you for being you," he said sincerely.

...Though he'd leave the parts of Tad that stressed him out for another time.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

Pip kissed him and fireworks went off in Tad's head. It was awesome as always, and his arms drew Pip a little closer to him as they kissed. Man but no vibe was better than kissing Pip he was sure about it.

A smile spread across his face. "You're welcome babe. Thanks for being the best babe," he added, leaning in to kiss his nose. "My brain is all swirly every time you kiss me." He laughed. "What were we talking about?"

Pip Seville

Pip's brain also went swirly when he kissed Tad-- swirly like paint colours running down a canvas, all his usual worries drenched in rainbow so he didn't, well, worry at all. He emerged with fluttering eyes and the world a little kinder. So that weird fight with Phineas... it didn't seem like THAT big a deal. They'd probably just forget about it. Cuz like, fighting was what they did, right? Pip would pretend it never happened and he was sure Phineas would be happy to do the same thing; he hated actually talking about anything real.

Pip shrugged. "Oh nothing. Just Phineas being a dick to me. I don't care though, because his opinion doesn't matter to me. Yours does though. And you support me, because that's what you do when you care about someone." Pip grinned and kissed Tad's cheek.

Samwise Theodore Tad Fiske

"Oh yeah." Tad had kind of stopped caring about Phineas as soon as Pip kissed him. Sure, did he still think the dude had weird crush vibes? Yeah, but whatever. Pip was kissing Tad and stuff not him so it was all good.

"Yeah babe. I've got your back." He grinned, reaching up with one hand to stroke Pip's cheek. "You're like...my number one."

Pip Seville

You're like...my number one.

And Second Gen Legend BoA's song "Number One" burst through Pip's head, giving him the energy and confidence to do a drop-split in this second if he wanted. He wasn't going to because he'd mess up his trousers, but that's where he was emotionally.

And he decided then and there. He was going to help Tad. Yes. It was his job, because Tad was also his number one, and so he would clear a path to uni for Tad-- preferably to a school in an NYC area code! But hey, community colleges were great too!

He squeezed Tad's hand, his eyes wide and bright. "You're mine too. I--" LOVE YOU SO MUCH I THINK WE SHOULD RUN AWAY TOGETHER WOULD YOU LIKE TO ADOPT A LITTLE GAY DOG WITH ME

"--am so glad you're my boyfriend." Whew, crisis averted. "C'mon, let's like, go play flip cup or something."

#tap #para #big emos about tap #just that kind of couple where u should not be together for fifteen hundred practical very important reasons and yet #yet u r with them anyway #tad hurts me a lot !

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saitamaandmanakoblog · 3 years

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Manako’s PTSD: The Hero Training Test: 2/2

ZombieMan didn’t know why, but she got the distinct impression that the monster was apologizing for something more than her breakdown. Regardless, he wasn’t about to let his coworkers see her like this, so he took an alternate route to Doctors office.

“Oh dear.” She said the moment she saw ZombieMan with an injured monster passed out in his arms. The monster had a death grip on him even though she’s asleep.

“Testing accident ended up triggering some sort of flashback.” ZombieMan explained. “She didn’t recognize me, and asked if her gang is ok.”

She thinks that I was Mikey and asked if Foapy,MooMoo And Vend was ok.

“Strange…” Her brows furrowed before she turned to tend to his injuries. Manako was barely able to tear the monsters from his arms, and when he did, the she whimpered lightly.

“Mmm She seems very attached to who ever is making her feel safe.” “That’s probably because Saitama always has Bright Light in his pouch.”

“I have to inform the other minister about this development.” He sighed. “Call me when she wakes up. If she’s still in the flashback, I should be able to bring her out of it unless Caped Boldi is here.”

“Right. Thank you for the heads up.”

With that, ZombieMan closed the door behind him. Ugh, today was mess up already. He shook his head. He still had to deal with SweetMask. But first, he needed to inform the other Staff of the now obvious PTSD that Manako had. Ask how Saitama deal with her all the time.

He sent off a quick text to his coworkers. Luckily, it was most everyone’s free period, so Silver Fang, Agoni, the Bearded Workers, The Branch Operator, Bespectacled Workers and Console Operator were all in the Staff Room. He’d have to inform Sekingar of the situation later.

“ZombieMan ? What’s wrong, I thought you were observing the heroes?” Sekingar eyes flashed in concern when he noted the dust and blood on his outfit.

“There was an incident. SweetMask disobeyed a direct order and used an attack of lethal force on Manako.” The room stiffened. “She’s fine. Somehow Bright Light managed to dodge the collapsing building , but her leg got hit pretty badly. She’s in the Doctors Office, now. But the attack triggered a flashback. I was only barely able to pull her out of it.”

“A flashback?” Silver Fang asked in concern.

“She was talking about hearing ‘Mobs’ nearby, and her eyes were tracking invisible enemies. Bright Light was so quiet I almost didn’t find her. But she seemed to recognize me as someone else.” His brows knitted together in concern.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Sekingar asked.

“That’s the thing. She called me ‘Mikey’, and only reacted when I called her by her given name.”

“That’s… strange.” Agoni conceded.

“She also asked about ‘Foap’, ‘MooMoo’, and Vent’.” ZombieMan looked at Silver Fang and Sekingar, She came back to herself before she passed out, but if anything happens again and I’m not around, I think you two could manage to pull her out of a flashback if Saitama is not around, also maybe King too but he’s outside with the other heroes.”

“That’s actually very concerning, having to have Bright Light call me by her friends name.”Unknown scratched her head.

“Do you two know her outside of Hero Work?” Silver Fang asked.

“Yes, we befriended each other after I helped her down from a tree.”

(Manako was being bullied and got hang by a tree, while Child Emperor ask ZombieMan for help.)

“I think we should all keep a closer eye on her. Any idea what specifically triggered it?” Staff A asked.

“Ah… maybe I can answer that question.” TG said, coming into the room. ZombieMan glanced at the clock—it was already the end of the day. “Before the start of the match Bright Light came up to me and confessed that she had bad reactions to crashes and loud noises. I assumed Bright Light was uncomfortable, and said that she was going to talk to Mike or Saitama at the end of the week about it. She wanted to switch partners, but…”

“But you made her face SweetMask anyways.” Silver Fang pinched the bridge of his nose.

“How irresponsible.” Agoni tutted. “Didn’t you read the Hero’s Handbook?”

“Handbook?” TG questioned, causing the entire room to groan.

“Here.” Zekingar chucked the handbook almost hitting his face. “Certain staffs or Ministers is required to have that memorized before even setting foot in a Hero Training Test Room or some certain kind of Office .” He crossed his arms.

“Page twenty-five talks about what to do when a Hero who’s suspected of having a traumatic experience in the past confesses a possible trigger.” Zekingar stated dryly, sending TG a mild glare of his own. “In short, you excuse a hero from the situation that could re-traumatize them, and inform their homeroom coworkers privately before informing the rest of the staff.”

“In this case, you would’ve given her a different opponent and kept a closer eye on him while she observed SweetMask’s fight.” Silver Fang stepped in. “Immediately after the test, you would’ve informed me or someone else of the situation, before I informed the rest of the staff to prevent re-traumatizing her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” ZombieMan sighed. “You can apologize to Bright Light later after Miss.Doctor and Saitama have cleared her. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a rebellious brat to discipline.” He paused in the doorway. “Silver Fang , I think you or Zekingar should go see if Bright Light is okay. She’ll probably respond better to you two than anyone else right now.” He sent them meaningful looks and the two smiled.

“I’ll go. The Little monster is growing on me.” Silver Fang grinned, heading out the door, closing it behind him with a soft click.

“I’ll inform King” Silver Fang sighed.

“Thank you.”

Time Skip

ZombieMan sighed as he watched SweetMask leave the office. His punishment was light, in Agoni’s opinion, but there wasn’t much they could do for a 1 S Class Hero. So he’d be on restriction for 3 weeks. Allowed to participate in his concert activities while attending Spas when ever he likes.

He looked up when the door opened. Child Emperor had wanted to speak with Manako regarding the incident, and had Flashy Flash and Silver Fang accompany him up to the office. He was bandaged, and had a light scratches, but looked fine otherwise. He looked a little tired, but that was probably from the stress of the crumbling building while Flashy Flash tried to save both of their lives.

“You feeling better?” ZombieMan asked, and the monster nodded. He didn’t miss the way kid relaxed when he saw Manako sitting there. The boy was unusually attached to Bright Light, and once of his life he couldn’t figure out why.

“Welcome, Child Emperor. Please have a seat.” ZombieMan motioned, and Silver Fang stood to leave.

“A-actually, You three can stay if you want?” Bright Light spoke up, and Flashy Flash sat back down. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. He saw the expression mirrored on the other two heroes’ faces.

“I understand that you had quite the experience today. I wanted to apologize for you getting hurt.” ZombieMan said.

“Oh, that’s not your fault. SweetMask’s always has a strong hate towards Monsters off handedly. “I’d have to be more careful if I’d had new who I was sparing, but that’s my fault for not doing my research.”

ZombieMan stared. This monster is surprisingly mature.

“Either way,” Silver Fang, handing a cup of tea to the monster, who took it gratefully. “I’d like to know what exactly triggered your flashback earlier. To prevent any future setbacks, and to keep you on the right track, you need to inform us of any major trauma in your past.”

“W-wait… you mean I’m not getting kicked out of the Hero Association?” She blinked in shock.

Child Emperor startled. “Of course you aren’t.” He stated. “Bright Light, nine out of ten heroes have PTSD or something similar. It comes with the job. To disqualify a hero hopeful for something you’ll likely get anyways is illogical. But we can help you with it before Saitama picks you up.”

She relaxed substantially, and Flashy Flash wondered if that had been weighing on her this entire time. Was she worried about Saitama getting worried?

“I’m sorry. I just…”

“It’s okay, Bright Light . We’re here to help you.” Silver Fang spoke up, and Bright Light sent him a small gentle smile. There was a tinge of sorrow there, though, and he noticed that Manako’s hands are shaking grasping her outfit, like she’s trying to not feel uncomfortable or Nervous.

“I… Part of it is collapsing buildings that reminds me of collapsing caves sometimes. And the smell of decaying bodies… and unfortunately, the burning smell of used TNT 🧨 and whatever else was in a cave mines happened to smell similar enough to, um… well… a building or loud noises and screams but that barely triggers me sometimes.”

Dead bodies?! Child Emperor stiffened, along with the other heroes. What kind of situation had this Monster been through? As far as he knew, The Monster Association must have mess up Manako a lot…, and also the part that it’s hard to find good information or records indicating anything about Monster Association.

Though it was possible that something had happened during that time where the whole world didn’t know about the monsters existed and then no one bothered to document it due to her being a Monster status in the current society. As much as Silver Fang hated it, some people just didn’t care about the civilians monsters who was not part of the evil Monster Association. Also the part that 3/100 monsters are evil instead of good ones like Manako, good monsters barely exist.

“Mostly, the biggest thing is silent or being alone when I don’t feel safe.” She spoke quietly, and Silver Fang noticed it now. He shifted in his seat. He did that in Hero Meeting, too. The monster was always making some kind of small, quiet noise. “The silence with the following creepy sounds or threatening sound are the worst. They tend to scare me or send me into…”

“Flashbacks.” ZombieMan finished for her.

“Yeah. So you saw that?” She winced.

“Yes. Nobody else did, But you did call me Mikey thought.” Manako flinched lightly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I meant no offense.”

“I’m not offended, just curious.”

The look on the Manako’s face told him that she was embarrassed, and ashamed. But her eyes told Silver Fang a different story. Grief, regret, anger, loss. The emotions were overwhelming and Flashy Flash looked away, feeling like he was violating some part of the monster privacy just by reading Manako’s eyes. It’s not a open book 📖 but he did catch a few things from that look.

“Can you explain what kind of experience brought on this trauma?” ZombieMan asked gently.

“I…” The monster looked out of the window beside Child Emperor for a moment, and ZombieMan was briefly afraid that she’d fallen into another flashback. “I lost some humans or Monsters very dear to me. It when the Monsters Associated found out that I was being friends on the enemies side… there was this terrible silence afterwards…” She gently touched her right arm. “I’ll never forget that screams. I had to choose to ditch the plans or continue plan B since she wanted to distract the others, but…” Manakos hand clenched, and ZombieMan knew what had happened. Manako had been forced to choose between two options that were precious to her. Likely, if Manako had stayed and ditch plan B and try to help the other, all of her gang would be dead. This Monster was way too young to have an experience like that. To have to make that kind of choice…

Child Emperor looked ready to cry, and Silver Fang looked heartbroken. Even Flashy Flash looked mildly disturbed, though he quickly masked it before Manako could notice.

At the very least, Bright Light already had what it took to be a Hero/Sidekick , of that ZombieMan was now certain. Not many people could even make that kind of choice. Flashy Flash took a moment to digest this information.

“Thank you for telling us, Bright Light.

Are you getting help for your trauma at least?”

“I was going to go visit them in the end of the week, after the test.”

“Good, you’ll start those meetings tomorrow during your free time, then.” ZombieMan smiled. “Now, on to the topic originally scheduled for today—the Hero Test.” Manako relaxed almost completely.

If Silver Fang hadn’t seen how tense she was a minute ago, he wouldn’t have suspected anything. It was like she flipped a switch. Manako was way too good at hiding trauma. Looked like the staff needed to up their game.

Before he can say anything else someone Knocked the door 🚪.

“Can I come in? I’m here to take my friend home.”

“Yay! Saitama your back!

Manako ran up and jump to hugged 🫂 Saitama in happiness.

“It’s nice to see you again Saitama.” Silver Fang said in relief.

“Bye everyone!”

Saitama put Manako in his pouch and left with a wave 👋.

....

“I wanted to know how did Bright Light got that Smoke Screen Bomb.” ZombieMan said in disappointment.

The End

#saitama #opm #one punch man #manako #Saitama&manako

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youarejesting · 3 years

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BTS Among Us.6

Summary: You have a crew of 11, well now 10. The captain has been killed. Whatever it is doesn’t appear to be human but from the evidence you gathered, whatever it is, is pretending to be one of you. Who is it and why? Rating: T (teen and up) Genre: Murder mystery, supernatural, comedy, angst, action, adventure and more. Schedule: Updates every FRIDAY EST./SATURDAY AEST. please get your VOTES completed before Saturday or your bias may be kicked off the ship.

You called specific members to the meeting nervously, the blueprint papers in your shaking hands. There was a small moment of fear, you were about to accuse someone and you hoped you were right. Biting your lip you carefully rolled out the blueprints onto the table. Shocked faces onlooking the bloody papers, some turning to you skeptically.

“I called this meeting to tell you where I found these?” This was it there was no time for hesitation unless you wanted more innocent people to die.

“What do you mean?” Jin asked, leaning forward in his seat to take the papers and look them over thoroughly, “Shouldn’t we wait for Jungkook?”

“That’s the thing, I think it’s Jungkook. He was carrying a box out of storage and this was in it, he didn’t realize he dropped it. He has been acting odd, wearing a party hat and stuff.” Listing off the oddities surrounding the gentleman in hopes to close the case and convince them quickly.

“That is true,” Your friend nodded looking over their notebook.

“Wait no he was just being playful, he didn’t I swear,” Taehyung said nervously.

“I didn’t think so either until I saw this, the only ways into the security room was from the med bay where Yellow and brown were and they are dead and Seokjin and I were in electrical and he was the only one unaccounted for with access to Hoseok” Taehyung seemed to wither at your words, you ran a hand threw your hair. “I want you to trust me”

“Give me a percentage,” Yoongi mumbled from the end of the cafeteria table. He appeared nonchalant as always, of course, he had his emotional moments but he tended to bury everything away. Looking at his stature as his face was hidden he looked lethargic like he was done trying, as a man with nothing else to lose.

“Uh…” You were trying to process the words, taking a moment to clear the confusion, “ninety percent, wait!”

Every suit turned in your direction, as you thought over your conviction how sure were you? Were you really that sure it was Jungkook? Yes, and you had to prove it before he could hurt anyone else. “I mean Ninety-five?”

They heard the questioning tone, showing that even you weren’t quite sure of the number you were willing to bet that it was in fact purple. “Look, he hasn’t scanned at the medbay and he had the blueprints and he was walking past Hoseok’s office the moment the lights went out” You stressed your point firmly.

“Hey, what’s going on?” The cafeteria door swung shut behind the purple suited figure now adorning a cowboy hat, I was moving the storage boxes all day trying to find something to wear and I found this?”

“Hey, we are just having a meeting?” Seokjin said, pressing the matter as casually while avoiding Jungkook’s eyes. “We should take some votes”

“Just like that, I wasn’t here to hear what has happened since Jimin?”

“We are just going with what we know as there isn’t really any evidence this time we are just speculating” Seokjin sighed handing out the ballot papers and each person wrote a name.

Seokjin collected the names and sighed, “The first vote is for Y/n” It was evident you were shocked, and looking around you saw Jungkook guiltily hang his head. “You and Jin were in the electrical room, and the first sabotage, that and the fact you always lead these conversations, it’s like you don’t give us a chance to even suspect you. It’s just too suspicious, I am sorry.”

You felt sick and nodded looking away, Painstakingly one after the other Jungkook’s name was called and the man was shaking softly but he nodded and stood up slowly. “I thank you for the time here on the expedition, tell my family, I love them, I will not fight you, you have made up your mind”

Seokjin started leading the young man out gently rubbing his back, you all followed to give him a proper send-off. “I hope you make it back and finish the mission, and Y/n I am sorry for saying it was you, I guess this is what I get for accusing someone”

“I don’t want you to go?” Taehyung said and you frowned feeling sick that this was your doing, even if he was an imposter, it still appeared like it was your friend Jungkook underneath the purple suit.

He was placed into the airlock and he laid on the ground and you heard the doors hiss and his body was ripped from the airlock and you choked back a sob. Getting up you were walking back to your office, you were in need of a therapeutic cry. Sitting at the computer their was a warning alarm something was going off in the reactor. Rushing out you headed up as quickly as possible and saw Taehyung working furiously to restore the oxygen.

Handing him tools, you felt a little useless like when you were working with Yoongi, the thing was almost fixed when he pushed you in front of the panel, “Fix it, You have to show me you know how, the thing doesn’t know how to complete tasks. Well that’s what you said so maybe, you are just lying”

Quickly fixing the reactor and nullifying the alarm you sighed slumping against the wall. “I made a horrible mistake.” Tears fell from your puffy eyes, breath shaking so hard it was hard to hold yourself together. “I killed an innocent man, I voted him out.”

“What was the five percent doubt?” The Green suit asked it seemed everyone was respectively listening and trying to gather their thoughts as well. “You say only ninety-five, why not one hundred?”

“We know Jungkook, didn’t go through the front door of the security room, it was someone through the vents, unless the door security is wrong, but the only connected vents were medbay and electrical. That means in the dark Jungkook would have had to sneak in while Seokjin and I were working to use the vents. And also whoever killed Jimin had a lighter colored suit, though I couldn’t see as I was in the dark under the bed and sedated but it seemed lighter than the darkness I was in.” You tried to explain when you felt the ship shake and the lights cut out.

Behind you in the room you heard heavy breathing, blood running cold you wondered if this was the end and if it was part of you welcomed it, it was what you deserved after taking, Jungkook’s life.

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readingsbylibramc · 3 years

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birth chart reading for @cafedelasocho

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a seesaw shape. your life focuses on different ideals and interests, often constrasting between each other. from one side, this gives you the ability to be adaptable and find solutions easily. on the other hand, you may struggle with balance; for example, you might find yourself dedicating your life to your relationships, neglecting your ego or viceversa. you need to learn how to harmonize these energies.

your dominant planets are mercury, venus and jupiter. you are an extremely intelligent person, you're probably very witty and sarcastic and you have a nice sense of humor. yet, you're also very philosophical and vice open-minded. you could sometimes be a bit materialistic, as you enjoy the finer things in life. on the other hand, you're definitely very creative and have an eye for aesthetics.

your dominant sign is libra. you're overall a peaceful person, you try to avoid conflicts if possible, even though sometimes you could have a sharp tongue. you're a romantic person, maybe too much. you hold unrealistic expectations of people, hence you often get disappointed when things don't turn out the way you thought. you're able to see both sides of an argument, and that's both good and bad. in fact, you're very objective, and most probably your opinions are right; yet, it may be annoying for people that are venting to you, as you could constantly point out their mistakes, even though you don't do it out of malice.

your dominant element is air. in your life, you adore seeking for knowledge of any kind. you may be interested in studying different subjects, from those you study at school like science, maths, literature etc. to more unconventional ones, such as astrology, psychology, criminology and so on. you enjoy interacting with people; even if you’re not that sociable, you’ll still be interested in their point of view and their ideals, as you see it as a way to expand your own mind. you’re also interested in vintage, and you may have a retro aesthetic or just like history in general.

🌎 ascendant in gemini, 27° / 3rd decan ruled by mercury and uranus

you enjoy communicating and intellectualism. you’re very curious about everything that surrounds you. you love expanding your knowledge, ideas and mind in general through communication, interactions and media. you have the ability to adapt quickly to new situations; your mind is fast, usually impulsive, even though this energy may not be much prominent; it may be perceived differently due to your libra energy, in fact. that’s because libra prefers organizing things, rather than acting impulsively. yet, this placement still helps you being adaptable to changes, even though you may only be able to see it after a few years if you manage to balance it well. you may also be able to match the energy of the people you’re talking to in order to be perceived as more likeable and connect with everyone on a deeper level. you may be fond of books, poetry, literature… both writing and reading. it’s also a way to let yourself tune to your emotions. since you’re constantly mentally active, physically you may also tend to play with your fingers or hair, or maybe you tend to gesticulate while you speak. appearance-wise, I assume you’re at least of average height, with long limbs and fingers. you have something small about your face; you may either have a small nose, or eyes, lips etc. same thing goes for your bones. you may be naturally skinny, or perhaps you have healthy curves. you also tend to look younger than you actually are, especially when growing up. you may often be, or at least look, sleepy. your eyes have a very dreamy look to them, and they’re probably almond-shaped. possibly, they’re also hooded. your skin may be naturally pale, or at least there’s something light in your face, even like some tiny sparkles in your eyes, and you may have a symmetrical face with full lips and a defined cupid's bow.

gemini ascendant square pisces jupiter: you probably learn a lot from people around you. you're most likely surrounded by wise, spiritual and possibly foreign individuals in your life. they help you to grow up, both spiritually and mentally. you're also very open-minded, and you rarely have prejudices. the downside to this placement is that you may be depend too much from your friends or lovers, especially when it comes to your beliefs. you're easy to influence, and you may change your mind often if others disagree with you. you could possibly have high expectations from others, creating a false idea of those who surround you. at least, you're aware of your abilities and you have the potential to make the most out of them, but you're modest about it. you don't come off as bossy, as other jupiter - asc aspects would.

🌞 sun in libra, 9° / 1st decan ruled by venus

this is the most romantic and kind-hearted libra decan. you are very intuitive, you understand others’ real feelings very easily. you’re very polite and mannered, you have this innate elegance about you that could make people jealous. you may even come off as snob. even though your gemini rising may make you look flaky, once people get to know you you’re actually very reliable and trust-worthy, as you are a person of strong morals. you may unconsciously manipulate people, but you don’t do it with malice. in fact, you’re probably not even aware of it most of the times. you’re reserved, and you don’t like being the centre of attention, despite craving compliments. nonetheless, you still like getting to know new people; you’re the type to know everyone, but you may struggle to find actual best friends, as your bonds with people are quite undeveloped and superficial. you have a nice sense of humor, and you may rely on sarcasm a lot. you’re also the type that doesn’t like to accept her mistakes. probably, when you were a child you used to scream 'it’s not my fault!’ in every occasion. in life, you strive for equality and fairness. for example, you don’t want to give less than someone else, you would feel guilty about it. at the same time, you don’t want to be the one that gives more either; you’re afraid that people could take advantage of you. therefore, balance is what you find the most pleasant.

libra sun conjunct libra venus: you enjoy peace and harmony. you want your surroundings to look all neat and clean, and same goes for the people you surround yourself with. you wish people saw you as easy to approach, even though you may struggle with your image. you try to be as formal and kind as possible with people you don’t know well, unless they start getting on your nerves by disagreeing with your opinions or being too bossy. you’re very feminine, not only in your looks and manners but also in the way you dress. you’re quite romantic too, and dream of having a perfect marriage. the downside to this aspect is that because you take so much care of yourself, people may mistake your self-love for vanity, especially with your libra stellium. also, your self-esteem may depend too much on others’ opinion of you; you may start thinking you’re ugly and unworthy of love just because someone told you you’re not their type, to sum up.

libra sun conjunct libra mercury: you express your ego and identity through your words and ideas. you’re very opinionated and you protect strongly your beliefs. after all, you probably came up with your ideals after thinking deeply about them, you were too precise to be wrong. you’re also probably an avid reader, and you could do well in writing yourself, as you’re able to properly convey your ideals with your words. also, your heavy libra dominance makes you naturally good at writing poetry, or even philosophical quotes or romance. your mind is very active, and you feel comfortable letting all your thoughts out. it’s actually a way to relieve stress. you also have a wide vocabulary, and you’re capable of making a formal speech if you have to. you have a memorable way of speaking, as your words are very sharp. it’s hard for you to be ignored for your intellect.

🌙 moon in pisces, 2° / 1st decan ruled by neptune

hands down my favourite moon sign! you're extremely empathetic and sensitive, you care a lot about others and you treat others' problems as if they were yours, you get totally immersed in them. you have quite a vivid imagination, you're able to idealize and picture anything you want. while this placement gives you an incredible amount of creativity, it can also make you uncomfortable. in fact, you may actually find yourself imagining every detail of every situation, even the worst ones. let's suppose you hear of a rape at the news; you literally start imagining the scene detail by detail, and it makes you extremely uncomfortable. actually, it literally ruins your mood, as it's as if you actually lived that scene. going back to the creativity matter, you have the soul of an artist; you have very enhanced emotions, and you're able to express them through artistic outlets. you could be amazing at writing poetry, books, art, music... also, your particular empathy of human's intellect can also make you an amazing psychologist or actress, as you're able to understand others' feelings and make them your own. you're extremely spiritual, and if you don't feel like that, you just have yet to have your spiritual awakening. you may be able to talk to spirits, for example, or perhaps you have very meaningful dreams. or maybe, you could literally predict the future through them. you're also most probably an avid daydreamer, you tend to get distracted easily because you're too busy thinking about random scenarios in your head. seriously, you could even make a movie out of them. you're also an hopeless romantic, and you dream of finding not just your spouse, but your literal soulmate. to make it simple, you want all of your daydreams to become reality.

pisces moon opposite leo mars: your feelings are very intense. you may tend to react aggressively, or at least overreact. you feel the constant need to express your emotions, but you also want to be understood by others. you tend to be aggressive because you're actually afraid that others may be the first ones to hurt you. you don't really do it with malice, it's your way to defend yourself from eventual enemies. this placement also indicates that your childhood / family life was or will be quite turbulent, even though I don't really think it's your case as your 4th house ruler isn't harshly aspected at all. to cope with this placement, I'd suggest you to be a little bit more mechanic when you express your feelings. you don't have to hide them, just try not to vent all your anger around.

pisces moon square sagittarius pluto: your emotions are so intense that they almost scare those around you. in fact, you're prone to accentuated mood swings; when you're happy, you start smiling and laughing joyfully. when you're sad, you're the type to cry, scream, even throw up in some cases. that's how far you go with your emotions. maybe, you also feel repressed to express your feelings exactly for this reason. you probably also have a conservative/possessive mother (or just any member of your family), with whom you don't feel at ease expressing your emotions. or maybe, your mother was absent throughout your life. on the other hand, you can understand others' feelings, but be careful not to use it to manipulate others. you could also be very paranoid, and might develop addictions and anxiety disorders, especially with your pisces moon. if you don't feel comfortable speaking to someone you know and there's something you need to talk about, I'd suggest you to do it with a psychologist. don't be afraid to face your emotions, you'll only be able to control them if you get know them.

🗣 mercury in libra, 15° / 2nd decan ruled by venus and uranus

you're very diplomatic! you always try to be nice and gentle with your words, you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. your tone of voice is extremely soft, sometimes it could even be hard to understand what you say, as you could naturally have a low voice. you're extremely balanced, you have amazing problem-solving skills as you're able to see both side of an argument. it's natural for you to understand what's right and what isn't, and most of the times you're actually right. when you're with someone you're not really close to, you could even be the accommodating type who allows others to speak over your voice, or maybe you let others speak first as a gesture of kindness. I feel like with your jupiter dominance you have very strong opinions, and you're actually particularly proud of them. luckily, this placement makes you able to communicate them with diplomacy. you could often get angry if someone tries to prove you wrong, but aside from that, you try to be very elegant and formal when you speak. you're probably not fond of cursing, or at least you try to appear as mannered as possible with people you're not comfortable around. last but not least, you're such a charismatic, smooth talker that you result very persuasive. you're able to trick people with your words, which appear very diplomatic and calm.

❤️ venus in libra, 2° / 1st decan ruled by venus

love this placement! you're very romantic, and it helps your gemini rising being less flaky. you're not looking for a partner, you're looking for a whole disney prince. you do care about looks when choosing a lover, but not necessarily a conventionally beautiful person. they have to appear perfect to your eyes, and this usually depends on the way they treat you. in fact, you despise vulgar, rude people. people that act like that immediately become unattractive to you. you're also very picky, exactly because you're looking for the perfect lover. you're probably the type to cry at movies. you're also quite of a cliche; you're into roses, romantic dinners, sunsets... anything romantic that you hear about in fairytales. the problem with this placement is that you may overestimate the people you frequent, ending up having different expectations from reality.

☄️ mars in leo, 27° / 3rd decan ruled by the sun and mars

praise and success are what motivate you the most. your main goal in life is being praised for achieving your goals, you wouldn't feel motivated without compliments. therefore, you put energy in things that make you feel confident and noticed, as you enjoy being seen. for example, if you feel confident being well-dressed, you could spend hours in the closet to look how you want. you are very creative, you get an energy boost through creative outlets, and hence your hobbies (reading, writing, dancing, singing, drawing, etc.) recharge your battery. this placement also makes you very extra, especially with people you're close to. you may gesticulate a lot, you could as well enjoy mimicking others' voices. you're basically very dramatic, you seem like an actor when you react, but at least you're very fun and entertaining to watch and listen. this placement, it gives you a strong charisma that, and combined with your heavy libra dominance, it makes it impossible not to notice you. you could overreact from time to time, and you may also be particularly pessimistic, but above all you appear as someone very bold and strong-minded.

leo mars square sagittarius pluto: with this placement, I assume that when you were younger you were some sort of victim. you could have been bullied, for example, you used to be insecure about the way you looked and were. you could have felt different from others, and they took advantage of that to make you feel even more insecure. or maybe, it was a parent, or every authoritative figure in your life, that restricted you from following your own ideals. because of that, now you constantly feel the need to prove yourself. you probably tend to accumulate a lot of anger all together, which you need to let all out or you could explode. you could find comfort in physical ways to relieve stress, like punching bags, slamming doors, etc. or perhaps, when you're angry you just get overwhelmed by all of your emotions. you may cry, scream, even throw up in certain cases. on the other hand, you are extremely magnetic and attractive to others, you naturally draw people towards you. you're also extremely passionate in whatever you do, you put your whole heart in doing things you love.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in gemini. your ego feels fulfilled when you express your opinions, ideas and creativity. people probably see you as an intelligent, wise individual. maybe even as a know-it-all. you care about both your inner and outer self, which may be the cause of your confidence issues. you try to fit into society, and you tend to change your approach to people based on who you’re interacting with. while this gives you great social skills, it may confuse you quite a bit. in fact, you may forget who you are. you may often have identity crisis, especially since you always feel as if you have to fit somewhere. the ruler of the 1st house, mercury, is in your 4th house: you are quite private, you don't really expose too much of yourself as you prefer showing your true feelings to people you're sure they deserve it, you need to trust someone in order to open up to them. you may also be very fond of your family.

your 2nd house is in cancer. your family, home and cultural background may play a big role in your finances. you may earn money through your family’s business, or maybe you actually work with your family. you may also work from home, especially online/through social media. your adaptability is your greatest strenght; you’re probably good at a different variety of jobs, hence it may not be hard for you to find something to cope before deciding your definite career. this also confirms that your values, self-worth and security were shaped by your roots, childhood and family. the ruler of the 2nd house is in the 9th house: you may earn money through foreign cultures and languages, hence you could be particularly skilled at them. you may work in a multinational agency, or perhaps as an interpreter or translator. you could also earn through teaching or travelling, so perhaps you may have to move constantly for your job.

your 3rd house is in leo. you’re able to express your innovative ideas and creativity in a way that doesn’t go overlooked. you tend to overthink a lot, especially about your theories but, once you’ve made up your mind, no one is gonna make you change idea. you’re confident in your opinions. the downside of this placement is that you may come off as a know-it-all from the way you communicate your thoughts. you also have your leo mars sitting in this house: when you communicate, you take a lot of pride in your opinions. you hate admitting that you’re wrong, especially since you’re a perfectionist. you could be quite impulsive, and you may speak with a naturally loud tone of voice. you’re extremely good at coming up with plans easily, even though you may have troubles sticking to them, as your fiery nature gets easily bored.

your 4th house is in virgo. this is another placement that points out that you lack something due to your family. maybe they couldn’t spend much time with you, as they were busy with work. or maybe, they were overprotective of you, making you insecure. probably even both. this doesn’t mean that you’re hurt, you may not even be aware that you’re lacking a piece of yourself actually. yet, it’s still there, and it influences you a lot on your day-to-day affairs. your physical home was probably very pleasant and beautiful; you may have a conventionally beautiful family, or at least they’re particularly attractive and charming. your house may also be very well-designed and elegant, doesn’t matter how big it is. you probably see your parents as ideal, they are your role models and you look up to them, even though they could have been a bit restrictive from time to time, but nothing too serious, you most likely had a pleasant childhood.

your 5th house is in libra. you’re very creative, and you try to make beauty out of your imagination. you’re probably into music, art, photography, fashion… things like that. you’d also like to experience light romance, and you may enjoy the idea of socializing with others. you feel fulfilled when you’re able to spend time with your loved ones, even though this may make you struggle embracing your indipendence. the ruler of the 5th house is in the 4th house: your hobbies involve spiritual topics, such as astrology, tarots, meditation etc. you probably also love spending your spare time by yourself. you’re quite of a loner, from this point of view, and you may possibly feel sad about it, but it's the best way to charge your battery.

your 6th house is scorpio, with pluto placed here as well. you may be passionate about routine, self-care, health and work, to the point that it looks (and feels) obsessive. you may attract enemies in your daily life, e.g co-workers that are jealous of your ambition. you might have to undergo different changes in your routine and health throughout your life, which can literally transform you both physically and emotionally. the ruler of the 6th house is in the 6th house: you may have pets, or even work with them. you take care of your health, especially to work. you may also work as a doctor with plutonian traits; hence, you could be a psychologist, a therapist etc.

your 7th house is in sagittarius. you want your marriage to be a constant travel for you, in which you can both relax and learn. you want to marry a witty and impulsive partner, that is also fun to live with. you may often find yourself falling for unavailable people, either physically or emotionally (or even both). the fact that jupiter, the ruler of this house, is in the 10th house, indicates that you may meet your future spouse at work, or maybe even abroad, perhaps during a work trip. they may be foreign, or at least they’re able to speak a different language from yours. they could also have a different culture/religion from yours. overall, they're also very wise, outgoing and surprisingly open-minded and philosophical.

your 8th house is in capricorn, with also neptune and uranus sitting there. you may be prone to die old, and you may feel attracted to people that are older or more established than you. you are most probably going to have an unexpected death. or maybe, you’re surrounded by unpredictable events of loss of any kind in your life. you’re fascinated by the occult, and you may even be/been able to talk to dead people. you’re very intuitive, and it’s easy for you to read through people’s words. you may as well have prophetic dreams. with the ruler of the 8th house in the 11th house, you’re likely surronded by karmic friends and people in general. you may argue often with them, and your relationship with is very intense, but that’s because you have karmic lessons to learn, and they’re the ones teaching them to you. it’s something that will get better with time. also, your friends may have the same interests as you, and you could possibly attract wealthy friends too.

your 9th house is in aquarius, with also your moon placed in this house. you’re an avid believer of your philosophical and cultural beliefs. you may be interested in teaching, and you could do it through innovative and technological tools. you’re also interested in foreign music, books, movies and any type of hobby. you may be attracted to genres like thriller, sci-fi… you could also believe in aliens. at school you may be considered particular, almost weird for your interests. you’re open-minded, as you appreciate the differences in people and cultures all over the world. the moon here gives you the natural need to keep grasping information around not only in school but in your life in general, as knowledge is where you find happiness. you hate being told what to do, you want to be free in the decisions you make. you may have to live unexpected situations, as 9th house is also about experiences. you’re the type to feel proud doing something never seen before, as you aspire to be a trend-setter. this may also manifest in your musical, fashion etc. taste. you’re also very opinionated, and you defend your beliefs pretty strongly. the moon is also about roots and childhood, therefore you may have a foreign background to you. with the ruler of the 9th house being in the 8th, you learn a lot about occult topics, such as astrology, tarots, dreams etc.

your 10th house is ruled by pisces, with also jupiter in a tight conjunction with the midheaven. you may be unsure of your future career, or at least indecisive. you may want to do different things, or maybe you have completely no idea. hopefully, the rest of the reading will shed some light on you. usually, people with pisces in the 10th house’s cusp make great healers, hence you may become a doctor of any kind, especially a psychologist. you may also work in the creative, artistic field, e.g you could be an artist, a writer, a musician etc. finding a career is your ultimate goal in life, as it's what makes you happy. it’s pretty much the source of your confidence and energy, what your life revolves around. with the ruler of the 10th house in the 8th, I repeat that you would make an awesome psychologist, as you’re able to understand people’s deeper emotions. you could also work with death in general, so again as a doctor or even as a detective, maybe as a criminologist. also, jupiter rules over foreign languages and cultures, therefore you could work as a stewardess, as a translator, or perhaps even as a teacher or professor.

with the 11th house ruled by aries, you probably attract a lot of people in your life. whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, you’ll always be able to have someone by your side, even though you may struggle to create stable bonds. friends come and go, basically. you may attract very fierce, almost violent friends. they’re very energetic, and probably extroverted people who like socializing and enjoying life to the fullest. saturn is also placed in this house, meaning that at first you struggle to find friends. you may be very shy and awkward, and you just can’t seem to find someone right for you whom you can truly trust. I don’t have much to say to you regarding this placement, as it’s not badly aspected at all. you may find yourself comfortable with this placement, especially while growing up, as you’re cautious about who you befriend. also, it allows you not to waste time and focus on your duties, but generally it’s something that will get better with time and will naturally give you the ability to relate to others better. as I’ve already mentioned above, you could also have workaholic tendencies to make your dreams come true. the ruler of the 11th house is in the 2nd house: your friends can help you build a reputation, especially since they’re probably quite popular. or maybe, you could actually work with them. generally speaking, you may come across powerful people in your life that will help you boost your self-esteem and career path. you may also meet your true friends at work, or at least while growing up. you probably didn’t have many stable bonds during your teenage years.

lastly, your 12th house is in the sign of taurus. you’re secretly sensitive and affectionate, but you may have issues finding it out at first. in fact, the center of your life is your own intellectuality, these venusian traits are probably yet to develop. you may feel attracted to spirituality, but you’re quite lazy to actually dive into it. using tools like meditation, astrology etc. are important for you to understand what you truly need from life. your 12th house’s ruler is in the 4th house: getting in touch with your hidden, subconscious and higher self will be crucial to help you grow up and gain more awareness of yourself. you may be interested in topics like astrology, psychology etc. most likely to get to know yourself, but your chart points out that you could easily develop some sort of psychic qualities after your spiritual awakening.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love, you attract sagittarius, capricorn, scorpio and libra placements. your future spouse may also have libra/scorpio energy, maybe a libra - scorpio cusp. you need someone who’s charming, respectful, romantic and polite, but that can also stand up for themselves with no hesitation. you’re also into the magnetic, sexy type. you’re looking for someone independent, but that wouldn’t mind dedicating their time to you. you may feel unlucky in love, as your sagittarius descendant makes you attract people that are usually unavailable, whether it’s physically (they’re abroad) or emotionally. you may marry someone of a different culture/country/religion from yours. you may also meet and marry abroad. you may meet through your family, or maybe at your workplace as I’ve already mentioned before. they could also be someone very well known in their career field, or perhaps they may even be famous. you could also meet them in a place where people usually relax, such as a bar or at the restaurant. your children will most probably have very prominent venus energy, hence libra or taurus; they’ll love to be spoiled with affection, they’ll love material things like toys, food, clothes etc. but they’ll also be very mannered and elegant.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is probably very hard-working, and she has a strong role in your family. she loves being spoiled and appreciated, together with receiving attention. yet, she could sometimes be quite superficial because of that, but deep down she’s very romantic and mannered. she may have leo placements, or maybe virgo, taurus, libra, gemini or virgo. your father is a bit softer than your mother, and he might be a pisces or have any type of fire/sagittarius placement in his chart. your father could be a bit moody and / or unpredictable, and he may also have some addictions in the worst case. yet, he also has a very sweet and outgoing side to him that he may struggle to let out. if you have siblings, they’re probably leos/ fire signs. you have a very pleasant relationship with them, you're all very playful and generous and you used to always stand up for each other, even though there could have been a bit of competition.

📊 career

as I’ve already mentioned above, you could work abroad, or at least with different languages/cultures. you’re probably naturally talented in this field, it would be a shame to overlook it. you also most likely have great communication skills and writing abilities. you’re very logical and precise, you’d definitely do well in a field that requires calm and organization. I can also picture you being an amazing teacher or even professor. based on your other placements, you could also do well at literally any creative career! you may be a dancer, a singer, or even something more complex like a creative director. otherwise, you could also be successful as a designer, an architect, a scientist… something that allows you to be mostly independent, but that can still guarantee you mental stimulation and a decent income, and that also allows you to use your creative neptunian energy. last but not least, I also see you being an incredible healer, therefore you would make a skilled therapist, psychologist or even a nurse.

👚 fashion sense, style analysis

you’re very traditional about your clothes, maybe even basic. you’re the type to have lots of essential clothes in your wardrobe, e.g a white shirt, white t-shirt, jeans etc. you love wearing sophisticated, elegant fits. for example, you may be fond of wide leg jeans, or maybe flare trousers, boatneck sweaters, tiny jewellery… things like that, that are always a must have. you may fancy pastel colors, or even neutral shades like black, white, grey, beige etc. you’re also the type to follow fashion trends.

👁 past life, life purpose

during this lifetime, it is probably easy for you to get out of your comfort-zone. you don't mind learning, making new experiences and challenging yourself, but this lifetime you don't need to go that far. you need to prove that what you learned in your past life is the key to nurture your skills, and be able to apply them in a smaller environment. you may find yourself travelling a lot, gaining lots of widsom from your experiences... in this lifetime, you basically need to learn through the experiences you gained in your previous life to communicate your thoughts. you need to understand how to communicate who you are to the world.

🤔 major transits analysis / may 14

jupiter just entered pisces today, and it will stay in this sign until july. this is an extremely positive time for you! in fact, having the planet of abundance and luck conjunct the planet of your subconscious, means that you're able to manifest anything you want in this span of time! try to keep a positive mindset during these months, as the universe has your back. everything you manifest will come 2x faster to you, it's the best period for you to focus on what you truly want to achieve in tour your life.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

with your water placements, you probably have a 6th sense. you’re able to manifest what you want if you subconsciously predict it, even though it may be hard. you’d have to get in touch with your higher self to do so, and hence I would suggest you to light up some candles and meditate for a bit before manifesting, in this way it will be way more effective. you may manifest something while daydreaming, for example. or perhaps, you can also try listening to your own affirmations while you sleep, as you won’t be consciously aware of that. it’s probably the most effective way.

and this is the end! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

- libramc xx

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